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Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

Silverflight-Deputy

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Name: Silverflight

Age: 45 Moons

Gender: Female

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Deputy

Appearance: A slender, light silvery she-cat with black markings and pale blue-green eyes.

Personality: Silverflight is a stern but caring deputy. She will always put her clan and leader before everything else without a second thought. She puts forward a front of calm discipline and order when she is around the clan, but she also likes to take the time to get to know each of her clanmates at a personal level. She cares more for her clan than herself and will not hesitate to give her life for what she believes is right. Despite her stern exterior she also will "accidentally" turn her back to some of the plots that the apprentices come up with, provided they aren't too dangerous.

Biography: A full blooded Mistclan cat and proud of it. Silverflight, and her brother Badgerpelt, were born to the clan on a chilly, early leafbare day and unfortunately her mother and other sister, Streamkit, didn't survive the harsh winter that followed. She and her brother instead were raised by the other queens in the nursery, almost like they had multiple mothers which suited them just fine. Their father, Alderclaw, thankfully took a great interest into the well being of his kits, and despite the loss of his mate cared for them just as he would've if she had survived. The two kits spent all of their time together doing anything and everything around camp, mostly getting underneath the paws of the warriors and leader. As an apprentice Silverpaw still held onto that fun and mischievous nature, but grew quickly to respect the Warrior Code and all cats, no matter which clan they came from. Once she gained her warrior name and had trained an apprentice of her own their former leader passed and, much to her surprise, she was named deputy of Mistclan. She felt everything was going well for them until her father turned up dead shortly after she gained her position. One of the first to die to the string of killings around the clans.

Apprentice?: TBD

Mate?: TBD

Kits?: TBD

Nightpaw

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Name: Nightpaw

Age: 10 Moons

Gender: Male

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: A rather bulky and fluffy black tom with green eyes.

Personality: Nightpaw is a bright and intelligent apprentice with an extreme interest in learning everything that he possibly can about the Warrior Code and the other clans. He is kind and understanding when it comes to the struggles of his clanmates and tries to help whenever and wherever he can. He doesn't care what the task is or how menial it is, if it helps his clan then he will do it with no fuss. While he works hard at training he does also enjoy getting into mischief with the other apprentices and can frequently be seen playing with the kits nearby the nursery when he has a free moment.

Biography: Nightpaw had a standard upbringing so far in the clan with both of his parents but no siblings. That may be why he enjoys spending so much time with the kits and other apprentices, since he never really experienced having siblings of his own. This never stopped him from getting into trouble by himself, even to the point of trying to sneak out of camp to explore. His curiosity seems to know no bounds. Even as an apprentice he still likes to sit and listen to the stories the elders tell about how things were moons before he was born, and wonder why things are so different. He doesn't really understand everything that is happening around the territory, but he knows that things are going wrong and he wants to do what he can to help stop it.

Apprentice?: NA

Mate?: Nope

Kits?: Nope

Lionfang

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Name: Lionfang

Age: 38 Moons

Gender: Male

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Large golden colored tom with a thick pelt and light brown eyes

Personality: Lionfang is loud and brash, much more similar to the ThornClan cats of the cliffs than the Mistclan cats he's grown up around. He excels at combat and his thick coat provides him a great deal of protection when it comes to fending off teeth and claws. His larger size is much more of an advantage when it comes to catching fish from the shore, but stalking and stealth are definitely not his strong suit. He likes to be in the thick of things at any point in time. He is more of a playful spirit, almost childish at times, but with all of the terrible things going on in the territory he tries to make a point to keep his clanmates spirits up if he can.

Biography: Lionfang isn't sure as to who his parents are. He was found on the Mistclan border alone and near death. He was brought to camp and raised with other kits that were around his age. He wasn't told until after his warrior ceremony that he wasn't a born Mistclan cat, and for a short time he was unsure of where his loyalties should lie since he had no real blood connection to the clan. Ultimately he decided that since he knew nothing of who he would've been outside of the clan his loyalty was to the ones who had raised and trained him, but he does have a subconscious desire to know who his parents are and why they left him alone so many moons ago.

Apprentice?: TBD

Mate?: TBD

Kits?: TBD

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing flipped herself around enough that when hit the ground she was more on her feet, bracing herself when Moosepaw slammed his legs into her side, "Good." As he backed up and watched she darted forward using his lowered stance as an advantage as she leapt into the air up and over his head. As she landed she spun and slammed both sheathed paws onto his hindquarters before dancing back away from him. He was certainly getting better, learning to use his bigger size to his advantage and hit hard. Whenever Fernstar got back from speaking with Starclan, she would speak to her about his assessment and warrior ceremony. He was more than ready for it.

Serpent's Snag-A Supernatural Western

Fine I think, still waiting on some people to make IC posts. If it takes much longer I’ll ping them and see what’s going on

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

As Viper bustled around the IceWing, he glanced back towards Dreamseeker as she introduced herself and the rest of her troop, "You're welcome. I'm Aardwolf and the healer is Viper," he gestured towards the other SandWing who was in the process of dabbing at the wound on Skua's leg with gauze in order to remove the blood around it. He flashed Dreamseeker a grin, "No need to apologize. I'm told I'm quite the sight to look upon." He flared his wings slightly, the black undersides contrasting sharply with the myriad of other shades that covered his scales.

Viper rolled her eyes slightly as she continued to tend to Skua's leg, "I'll be checking the rest of you over once I get done here," her sharp eyes looking at the wounds on both Dreamseeker and Eclipse, "You're all in rough shape."

"They said they got attacked by SandWings near Jade Mountain, probably those ridiculous Duneprowlers trying to show how tough they are," he gave an exasperated sigh, "Never thought they'd actually be this much trouble." They were just some offshoot of The Outclaws. A group of SandWings who had a problem with how things were run around The Scorpion Den and wanted to try and prove that they knew better. He shook his head, instead they were attacking people randomly across the dunes.

"Will he be alright?" the SkyWing, Eclipse, asked quietly as he shuffled his feet in the sand; looking between Viper and Dreamseeker nervously.

Aardwolf gave him a reassuring smile, "He'll be fine. Viper is the best there is around here. All he needs is a bit of rest and some time to heal up." As Eclipse nodded and continued to stare worriedly at Skua, he looked back towards Dreamseeker, "It might be a bit before you guys can head out, you should make yourselves comfortable."

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Aardwolf looked to the small NightWing as she pushed her shoulder into the side of IceWing, "Damn bandits," he could see the IceWing was pretty quickly losing conciouness against the shoulder of the SkyWing who looked stricken and frankly terrified, "We can help. We just gotta get him to The Den." He took a step forward and gently pushed the NightWing out of the way as he took up her position on the other side of the IceWing, his much larger frame giving more support.

"Thank you." He turned his head at the quiet mumble from the SkyWing on the other side, who appeared to be struggling just as much if his tightly clenched jaw and shaking legs were anything to go by.

With some amount of pulling and prompting from both sides they were able to get the IceWing into the gates of The Scorpion Den. The other guards who were working nearby immediately jumped up and grabbed their spears, "Settle down you bunch of stab happy brutes," he pushed his way through the group of them, "Can't you see they've been through enough."

With some grumbling the guards settled back into their previous positions, "In here." He gestured with the tip of his barbed tail to a stout and wide tent that had one part of the entry flap tied back. Inside were a few guards who had been injured in a scrap with the bandits not too long ago; resting on the softer sand and pillow that littered the floor in set places. Near the back there was a smaller female SandWing with darker scales sorting through different supplies. "Got someone for you Viper. He got hit by a SandWing stinger."

Viper immediately looked up at where the three had stumbled into the tent, "Alright, bring him here," she gestured to one of the nearby cushioned areas as she began picking up gauze and a vial of the cactus juice that nullified the venom, "We'll get him back on his feet in no time."

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Aardwolf let out his third, or maybe fourth, long suffering sigh of the last 5 or so minutes as he stood watch outside the gate that lead to the Scorpion's Den. If he had to get stuck with guard duty at least they could've put him inside where things actually happened sometimes. The only thing the outer wall guards had to concern themselves with was if the so called Duneprowlers decided to make an appearance, but so far, nothing. He absentmindedly twirled a long, thin piece of wood through his claws and began faintly humming some drinking song he'd heard the older guards singing late at night with slurring voices.

His eyes caught a flash of movement on the edge of the dunes and his whole form snapped into attention preparing to sound out the alarm. He squinted his eyes and blinked several times in confusion at what he saw trudging towards The Scorpion Den. Three dragons, a small NightWing, what looked to be a darkly colored SkyWing, and an oddly colored IceWing who was being propped up by the SkyWing, "What the..." he watched for a moment longer as they drew closer and now noticed the blood dripping from all of them from various wounds and the staggering gait of the IceWing.

He could easily tell, even from this distance, the effects of SandWing venom on a dragon. He'd seen it often enough to know and he doubted that these three, who looked about as suited for the desert as a fish, knew what to do to stop it. He leaned his spear to one side of the gate and flapped his wings before soaring the fairly short distance between himself and the newcomers.

"You three don't look so good," he commented as he thumped down into the sand, "What happened?" He could get a better look at them now and winced slightly at how sliced up they were. The NightWing looked like she'd been through a whirlwind of claws and the other two didn't look that much better. He'd seen his fair share of fights, been in his fair share too, but it'd been a while since he'd seen this many injuries.

He looked down towards the IceWing's leg. The scales and veins around the cut were blackened and he could see the muscles in their body trembling with the effort of staying on their feet and fighting through the pain, "We can get that sorted out for you," he gave the three a bright grin, "He'll be fine in no time."

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

I’m fine anything to be honest, so MistClan is good for me

Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

We could have it where everyone, or whoever wants to, has a cat for each clan and then we occasionally shift between clans? So no one is having to play multiple characters all at once, but there are still more POVs

Legends of Pyrrhia | Wings of Fire

Name: Aardwolf

Namesake: A small desert canine

Age: Young Adult

Gender: Male

Species: SandWing

Personality: Aardwolf is fairly different from most of the dragons he lives around at the Scorpion's Den. He's mostly lighthearted and enjoys having fun more than actually fighting which makes his job as a guard of The Den less than enjoyable. He prefers a peaceful approach to things and would much rather spend time working on his various different eclectic hobbies such as carving and making jewelry. His demeanor is welcoming and open since he feels that he has no reason to hide who he is or what he enjoys. He likes working with his hands, doing things that require precision rather than any kind of brute force.

Short Bio: Aardwolf was born in The Den and has lived there all of his life. His father also served as a guard before getting killed by rogue bandits, and his mother works in the markets selling whatever she can. He didn't have the easiest life growing up but that didn't stop him from keeping his positive outlook on life even after he joined the rogue and tumble guards. He found it difficult to fit in with them, but he proved himself as a capable warrior more than once. Now they tend to mostly leave him alone. Ultimately he wishes to find something else to do with his life beyond just guarding The Den every day of his life.

Other: He has a small satchel that he carries around with an odd collection of things inside from gems to bits of glass and wood.

The Rise of WillowClan

Duskwing gave Moosepaw a wry smile as he asked his questions. Sure she could tell him what she wanted, or she could let him figure it out. With a quick leap forward she charged towards him and dragged a sheathed paw across his side before skidding to a stop and spinning around, teeth bared in a fake snarl and tail lashing. "An enemy won't give you the courtesy of attacking first," she meowed, still in a fighting stance, "You have to make quick decisions and take advantage of any opening."She knew that Moosepaw was more than capable, but he had a tendency to overthink things when he should be making snap decisions. "Show me what you've learned," she repeated waiting for his move.