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@BowheadBoy Fyran asked me long ago if her friend could join.

Ah, my mistake. Will there be an OOC thread?

I'm not familiar with what OOC means?

Out of character, which is where people from the rp can come together to just chat and plan stuff. Usually character sheet threads are strictly for character sheets to keep things organized. 

Oh, I see. I know what that is, just haven't heard it called that. I've been thinking about it recently, so I'll create one.

|| Current Ranks ||

Leader-Hopestar [F] (Adelaide)

Deputy-Cedarburn [M] (Royal Blue)

Medicine Cat-Sky Eyes [M] (BowheadBoy)

Medicine Cat Apprentice-Pebblepaw [F] (20mia08)

Warriors-

-Shatteredclaw [M] (Royal Blue)

-Tansyvine [F] (Fennec)

-Shadeheart [M] (Fyran)

-Seeptail [F] (xena)

-Shadestep [M] (Jester*Gurl)

-Half-Face [F] (Zambz)

-Icestorm [M] (Senora)

-Kestrelheart [F] (Tiger)

Apprentices-

-Thistlepaw [F]; mentor-Tansyvine (Zambz)

-Ashpaw [M]; mentor-Shatteredclaw (Jester*Gurl)

-Flamepaw [F]; mentor- Half-Face (Jester*Gurl)

-Sootpaw [M]; mentor-Seeptail (Ruby Fox)

-Halfpaw [M]; mentor-Hopestar (Tiger)

-Weepingpaw [F]; mentor-Kestralheart (Woofwooftails)

-Swiftpaw [M]; mentor-Shadestep (Maria Skylar)

Queens-

-Dawnheart [My] (Royal Blue)

Kits-None to start

Elders-

-Maplefur [M] (Jaded Echo)

Rogues-

-Ghost [M] (Zambz)

-Cosmos [M] (xena)

-Night [F] (Jester*Gurl)

-Smokey [M] (Adelaide)

-Honey [F] (Ruby Fox)

-Murtagh [M] (20mia08)

-Raven [F] (BowheadBoy)

-Chipper [M] (Fennec)

-Nyx [F] (Senora)

-Sparrow [F] (Fyran)

-River [M] (Woofwooftails)

-Feather [F] (Adelaide)

-Ebony [M] (Royal Blue)

-Moon [F] (Jaded Echo)

-Dusk [M] (Tiger)

-Silver [F] (Maria Skylar)

(Ok got Ice all finished!)

Name: Icestorm

Rank: Warrior

Gender: Male

Age: 40 Moons

Description:

Icestorm is a large tom due to mixed breed of Maine Coone, Norwegian Forest, and wild cats in his heritage, capable of going after a fox just due to size. His fur is thick, built mostly for colder, wintery temperatures. The fur is a stormy gray with thick, blotchy black markings. Snowy white fur climbs up his chest and wraps around his neck, as well as dusting his muzzle and toes. Underneath his fluffy fur Icestorm is mostly firm muscle. His eyes are a pale, icy teal-blue color. Any scars that he has are mostly hidden due to being covered in his long fur, but a couple dot around his body. His ears are also pointed instead of rounded.

Personality:

Icestorm can be considered a harsh, no-nonsense tom, and can come across as rude. Truthfully he is just very bluntly honest and isn't afraid to speak out his thoughts, even if they could hurt someone else. Because of this Icestorm loathes liars and those that act very fake. His mind is also quite analytical, making him rather intelligent. He's aware that his size makes him come across has 'all brawn no brains' and he uses this to his advantage when he can. He won't usually dispell such assumptions, but usually all he has to do is start speaking and you would quickly realize that no, he isn't actually an idiot. Despite his rather rough personality he will almost always help someone in need, whether it be something simple and basic or if it is life threatening. He doesn't particularly like bullies or those who act arrogant. Honestly as long as you aren't needlessly mean or violent and aren't an idiot you wouldn't have a problem with Icestorm. He can also be quite kind, although it comes off a bit gruff he typically means well. He has a soft spot for kits and apprentices, finding their naturally curious nature amusing, he'll usually answer any questions they ask. Icestorm is also exceptionally loyal once you gain his trust. 

Kin: None that he can remember, he's been alone for quite a long time.

Crush: Good luck honestly.

Mate: None.

Kits: None.

History:

Icestorm was a loner for a long time, hunting by himself, taking to the wandering lifestyle well at the time because it suited him. He had always enjoyed learning so he enjoyed meeting new cats. He couldn't remember much of his parents, though he was confident he did have them, and he also knew it wasn't uncommon for young cats to strike out on their own once they knew how to hunt. So he traveled, until he encountered something he'd never experienced before; Clan Cats. He'd never met them before, but once they knew he wasn't a threat, just curious, they begrudgingly allowed him closer. Since he didn't immediately dismiss their beliefs, they warmed up to him quicker. Eventually, after preventing a fox from snatching up an escaping kit just by being around at the right time, he was offered the rare invitation of joining the clan. Since he took to the lifestyle so well, he accepted. He stayed with them until disaster struck by two-legs. He had tried to warn them, well aware of the destruction they wrought, but they hadn't budged until their camp had been trampled and the cats scattered. Separated from the rest of the clan Icestorm struck out on his own again.

When he was twenty-eight moons old he ran into another clan, Rainclan. Thankful for another opportunity, he approached them cautiously, knowing how wary clans could be around strangers. After a bit of a trial he managed to get a meeting with the leader to explain why he was there and what his story was. After finishing he was allowed a trial period to stay within the clan, to prove his worth. This wasn't new since he'd had a similar trial in his previous clan, so he accepted. It lasted a moon, but he proved that he was genuine and so was allowed to stay with Rainclan permanently. He was thrilled of course, he rather enjoyed clan life, so he did what he could to do his best for the clan that accepted him.

But watching the clan slowly deteriorate was distressing to Icestorm. Not wanting to see his clan perish like his previous, he is one of the few vocal ones about accepting outsiders, having been one himself despite having clan cat experience. He remembers what it had been like outside of the clan, and so strongly believes they could survive and thrive by accepting those outside of the clan, although aware that his case had been a bit of an outlier. 

Other: Icestorm is not a very good swimmer and so usually prefers to stay out of the water. It weighs his fur down and is rather uncomfortable. He is also good friends with Shadeheart and it rather watchful over his friend, which could be considered as protective.

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Has anyone heard from Royal Blue the last couple days?

@Bowheadboy

You should post in the OOC thread, so character sheets can stay pure. And we chose a new deputy. 

Aspenheart

Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-Cat

Age: 41 moons 

Description: She is a lean, petite she-cat with long legs and a long tail. Aspenheart has white sock-like markings on her paws and a white underbelly that leads up to her neck and stops at her chin. Without her white markings she would be a regular tabby, but she does have a golden hue to her fur and golden eyes with green speckles. Aspenheart has a jagged scar across her hip and a right ear notch.

Personality: Aspenheart was almost never like a regular she-cat, she had no interest in growing up and finding a mate, and she didn't care for kits as much as the other mollies. She was always more of a tomboy and preferred to fight and wrestle than gossip over toms with the other apprentices. Even as a kit she was rough, finding the other she-kits to be weak and fragile. As a young warrior, she allowed herself to open up to the idea of having a mate, but unfortunately none of the toms or she-cats appealed to her, so she's closed off to the idea of romance, but she is friendly and faithful towards her Clanmates

Kin: Cedarclaw - father (deceased)
Birdleap - mother (deceased)
Crowpaw - brother (deceased)
Bramblepaw - brother (deceased) 

Crush: none (aro)

Mate: none (aro)

Kits: none

History: Aspenkit was born as the only she-cat in her litter, she had three tom-kit siblings and there were very few she-kits in the nursery. She provided her mother with lots of trouble when she began to walk and often left the den without permission, only to be dragged back inside by her mother or a warrior of the Clan. She would also try to sneak out of her mother's eyesight during playtime, which never worked because the apprentices made sure she stayed close to the nursery. When told the stories of their Clan by their Elders, her demeanor changed tremendously and she had her heart set on becoming the best warrior she could possibly be. She no longer found an excuse to leave the den, she helped her denmates out the best she could and she even offered some assistance to the medicine cat and a few warriors. No kit was happier than she was when they received their apprentice rank. She continued her hardwork until she received her warrior name, but due to her desperation to earn her name, her brothers fell victim to one of her plans and later died in the medicine cat's den. She received their names in honor of them.

Other: Aromantic

Whisper

Rank: Rogue

Gender: Biologically Female (they/them from strangers, she/her for friends)

Age: 21 Moons

Description: Slender she-cat with long legs and a long tail, they have silky orange, grey, and black fur that molds together in different shapes and patterns, almost in a tabby-like description. They have a bright white contrasting these colors and flowing in weird directions across the lower half of their body, Whisper also has a crooked and misshaped white spot on the back of their neck.

Personality: Closed-off and unopen to changes unless absolutely necessary, they are more of a follow-the-leader type of cat but never hesitates to voice their opinion on things. Whisper is a loner at first, keeping to themself and never approaching unless they are approached first. Despite this, Whisper is a sweet and affectionate cat once you get to know them.

Kin: unknown

Crush: N/A

Mate: N/A

Kits: N/A

History: Born into a litter of seven, Whisper learned the importance of needing to fight for what you want and because of their siblings, they quickly learned survival. They picked up a few things from their mother, who abandoned them when they were weaned, and Whisper was taken in by an old she-cat who lost her last litter to illnesses. At ten moons, the she-cat died and left Whisper alone, they have been wandering the forests ever since in search of company.

Other: N/A