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Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Name: Swanfall
Gender: Female
Rank: Elder
Appearance: Swanfall is an exceptionally long limbed she-cat, with long, sleek white fur and dark blue eyes, the color of a deep lake. She has a few black flecks on her front right paw, and her nose and jaw are a jet black, along with her right ear.
Brief Background: Swanfall had always been a gentle soul, even as a kit. Tentative to join even the tamest of games, she was never one to roughhouse or even raise her voice in the slightest. Drifting through her apprenticeship, she slowly climbed out of her shell as time went on, becoming a sort of mediator and friend to the entire clan, becoming a warrior in turn. After a couple years of serving, however, genetics caught up to the youthful she-cat, and she was forced to move to the Elders den due to her steadily declining hearing. Swanfall took it in stride, and continues to try and spread her calm spirit to her clanmates, no matter her strained hearing.
Family: N/A

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Gingerflame is finished! I’ll make one more character and call it quits, in the case of the medicine cat, because I don’t wanna end up with too many kitties :,D

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Name: Gingerflame
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A lithe, short furred and long legged ginger tom with a stubbed brown tail, brown paws, and brown ears that taper into a darker burnt orange at the bases. He has a single white dash on his chest, and a jagged scar running from his shoulder to his inner leg, as well as three thin, long healed scratches on his right cheek, and a nick in his right ear
Brief Background: Gingerflame was always a hotheaded tom, even as a kit. First awake and last to bed, he wasn’t one to shy away from any challenge. A boisterous apprentice, he passed his warrior assessment with flying colors. Only a few days afterwards, however, Gingerflame got into an almost fatal fight with an agitated, hungry coyote, rendering him bedridden in the medicine den for quite some time. He eventually recovered, and never lost his spark in the long run. Gingerflame can come off as a little rude, due to his almost painful lack of tact at times, but his loyalty to his clan is without doubt.
Family: N/A

Kitty's 1X1 search! [18+] (TOILET BOUND HANAKO-KUN CRAVE)

Last bump before my trip. Edited some things! I might be a bit picky with rps, as I’m trying to keep my count small so I won’t have to struggle to reply with my schedule.

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

What kind of predators are Cragclan at risk of? Since they’re in a mountain valley of sorts, I’m assuming hawks could be one. I need to know for a background for one of my characters :)

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Okie dokie! And like, anytime! I have way too many ocs, haha. I’ll work on character sheets!

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Hi! I was kinda nervous to request, but do you think I could make the medicine cat, if they drop out? Ack, I’m just nervous because I already have deputy, but I have a pretty previously fleshed out medicine cat, so I’m happy to take that role if it stays open ! And I’m always open to making more warriors to flesh the clan out, too.

Kitty's 1X1 search! [18+] (TOILET BOUND HANAKO-KUN CRAVE)

Ack, this fell down a bit. Bumpity bump! still,, craving my hero pretty bad.

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Posted!

for some reason i had brief troubles with Stagthorn's name? I accidentally called him everything but stagthorn. Like it bounced between stagleaf and stagleap. no clue what got into me, haha.

Creeping Shadows: Warrior Cats

Stagthorn was truly the definition of a neutral tom.

Not an early bird, nor a night owl, the tom woke up with the sun and slept when the very last of his duties were done. Nothing more, nothing less. So to say, he took pride in waking before and with a few of his warriors, happy to watch the clan start their day. He may not act it, but the deputy took delight in meeting his fellow clanmates in the morning, seeing who was suited for which patrol, and taking in the eager faces of sleep refreshed warriors. The job of a deputy, to most, could seem harrowing, but in his personal opinion, he'd never worked a day in his life.

Two green eyes blinked open in the dim of the warriors den, pupils narrowing to slits in reaction to the watery dawn sunlight blooming through the gaps in the den walls. Stagthorn slowly got to his paws, shaking flaky moss from his thick pelt and slipping through the den entrance, eyes narrowed at the sensation of his tabby pelt snagging on the brambles and thorns. Stagthorn's body had always been built a little differently from the rest of the clan, with thickset bones and muscles, longer, thicker fur, and generally a larger build. Assumptions aplenty had been made against him and his crotchety old mother of him bearing blood from a father of another clan, due to absence of said father and his strange build, but nothing had come of it. No one ever questioned his loyalty, at least, and that was the extent of his worries.

Stagthorn's spine arched in a luxurious stretch, claws gouging out small triangles of the earth as his maw opened in a silent yawn, before the tom straightened with a flick of his tail, highstepping in the direction of the fresh-kill pile.

The pile, in questions, was nothing more of a few feathers and two stale field mice. Newleaf brought the steady growth of prey to the range, and Stagthorn wasn't one to miss out on that opportunity. Rationing up the hunting to border patrols would be a safe bet, he assumed, with the stretch of peace between the clans, nursed by warming weather and full bellies.

The approach of dainty pawsteps alerted him, and Stagthorn swiveled his ears and finally head in the direction of the cat, gaze softening slightly as it fell on Robinstar, Cragclan's current leader, and his most trusted clanmate.

"Robinstar," He rumbled out a greeting. "How may I be of assistance?"