The Forgotten Forest

Furcadia Login Name: Beetlewing Preferred Warrior Name: Beetlewing Desired Clan: Stormclan Desired Ranking: Kit Desired Character Age: 3 moons Gender: Tom (Male) Reference Photo: Best IRL reference I could find. Click image for source. Art by me Physical Description: Though a little lanky proportionally, Beetlekit is quite small for his age. He is a tom with a shiny, black coat; medium length, with longer fur lining his neck, stomach, and tail. Adorning his face are two, big, leafy green eyes that shine brightly. He carries himself with a bit of tension, always ready to race off into the distance. His fangs poke ever so slightly out from his mouth at rest. Furcadia Description: Tightly bound muscles lay beneath shiny black fur, always ready to carry his little body off quickly. Beetlekit's wide, green eyes shimmer with hope. [Stormclan Kit] Summarized Description: Small, green eyed tom with a long, black, shiny pelt. History: Beetlekit spent his first 3 moons living with his young mother, Kestrel, in a small burrow not far from a river. ---- Kestrel had previously lived between several twoleg nests, never settling down in one. She fell in love with a tom, King, who lived permanently in one of the twoleg nests, and had mated to him. As the time drew near for Kestrel to begin kitting, her mate went missing. Heartbroken, the expecting queen left the twoleg nests for good After several days, it was time for her to have her kits. Kestrel made herself comfortable in the small burrow she would call home for the rest of her life and brought three kits into the world: a ginger tom with a white belly, a chocolate tabby tom with a white locket, and a remarkably small black tom. Sadly, two of them never moved, unbreathing from the moment they arrived. The only kit to squirm and mew was her little black tom. And squirm and mew he did! Kestrel doted on her son, grooming and watching him with a hawk's eye. She thought he was perfect: the way he wriggled around, his shiny coat, his little chirps--he was her little bug. "Beetle," She purred. "I'll call you Beetle." ---- His eyes and ears now fully functioning, Beetle was always racing around as fast as he could. More than once, to the absolute horror of his mother, he would bound straight for the water and jump in. Kestrel would fish him right out, though Beetle seemed to have his paddling fairly under control. One day, while Beetle was napping, Kestrel went out to hunt. Beetle rose from his slumber while his mother was gone, stepping just outside of the burrow. Suddenly, a piercing, screeching yowl cut sharply through the calm air. Heart pounding in his ears, Beetle scanned his surroundings. "No..." He couldn't believe what he'd seen. In the distance was a creature he had never before witnessed, and it held his mother in it's jaws. Kestrel's expression was pained and panicked as she made eye contact with her only son. "Beetle," She squawked as if she had no air left in her lungs. "RUN!" The fur stood up on Beetle's neck when his mother's gaze fell, and the violent creature's eyes met the kits own. He turned and bolted as far and fast as he could from the place he was born, the only place he's known. He ran until it felt like his paws would crumble through the ground beneath him, following the river to cling to something he knew. After what felt like years to his little body of running, he stopped to take a shaky breath. Upon inhaling, he noticed that there was a scent similar to his mother, but also very different. Through the heartbeat and blood rushing in his ears, he could swear he heard another cat talking, too--maybe from the island in the river. He wasn't too sure. Beetle took one more step forward before losing consciousness from exhaustion and collapsing on Stormclan territory. (Will update as his story progresses, granted allowance into the Clan! My hope for his story is something to the tune of, "The warrior code says 'No warrior may neglect a kit in pain or in danger, even if that kit is from a different Clan.' which saves Beetlekit's life, so he joins Stormclan and vows to uphold the code that gave him another chance!") Personality: Beetlekit is respectful, loyal, and generally easy to get along with. He is hopeful, trying to always look forward to a bright future. After all, if you don't laugh, you'll cry. Although he's friendly, he's equally reserved. He has a hard time speaking up when something is wrong, but this will likely resolve with more time to warm up to his new Clanmates. He loves to play and run, and is a very efficient runner. Though, he will use this skill to evade tough conversations, and he thinks he can run away from hard emotions as well. Really, his problem solving skills so far only include running. Website (if applicable): N/A Sample Roleplay Post(s): Impatient didn't even begin to cover how Dogpaw was feeling now. What in Starclan was Darkpool's issue? Why would he agree to take his apprentice out if he was going to act like this? "Whatever. I'll go track this scent and you--" He cut himself off, rembering how upset Darkpool was when he found out his only son could never be a warrior. But what about Dogpaw? He was supposed to receive his warrior name 3 moons ago! He didn't care anymore about being kind; he was seeing red. "You go back to camp and sulk over your weird, lame kit!" He snarled before turning and bounding upwind. Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who? N/A

Preferred Warrior Name: Sorrelpaw Desired Clan: StormClan Desired Ranking: Apprentice Desired Character Age: 8 Moons Gender: She-cat Reference Photo: Physical Description: Dilute Tortie/Tortoiseshell markings covering entire body. Green eyes. Short fur. Small in size currently. Grey/dark whiskers. Dark Eye rims/lips. No physical injury. Furcadia Description: Sorrelpaw is a young she-cat of the --Clan. A dilute (lighter) tortoise-shell pattern scattered across her short fur. Tail upright. Ready to explore. Looks to be about 6-9 moons in age. [wip][Stormclan][Apprentice] Summarized Description: Young she-cat apprentice, dilute tortie, shorthaired. History: She was born into the Clan..although recently her mentor had gone missing....and when the merge happened she felt a little bit confused about what it all meant. She knew something was odd.. but she was still young.. and still fairly naive. She had recently been taken under new apprenticeship by Swiftstar, as they needed more warriors. With her energetic and go-getter type of personality, she seemed like a good fit. Personality: alert, curious, bright-eyed, and high energy both physically and mentally. Loves to hunt, fish, and can swim, though she mostly excels at hunting, pouncing, and even a little bit of scouting here and there. Her curious nature and quickwitted mind made her valueable and a good potential warrior. Website (if applicable): Sample Roleplay Post(s): Sorrelpaw's whiskers would twitch at the thought of a missing clan member. Her eyes squint halfway.. turning towards name she asked "How do our clan mates just, go missing? I bet it's because of those ... twolegs..." she trailed off, as she was caught off guard by another nearby cat.. her mentor. She flicked her tail, stood up, and made her way over, touching noses with mentors name, before sitting down before her/him. Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who? not yet!

My last cat for now, I swear Furcadia Login Name: Robinpaw Preferred Warrior Name: Given at warriorhood ceremony. Desired Clan: Willowclan Desired Ranking: Apprentice Desired Character Age: 12moons (d.o.b; 10/31, lil' Halloween baben) Gender: She-cat Reference Photo: (**Ref above is closer to her markings and will be for personal use when getting art for her.**) (**For now, the top image will be used for app purposes!**) History: Darling and youngest daughter by birth order to Flameclaw and Sunfall, her littermates consisted of two other scraps of fur; Loudsong and a stillborn Ravenkit. A little after being weaned Her mother was caught by twolegs and carried off, never to be seen again -- and while she might not remember much of her mother Robinpaw can still recall her scent and how much she loved all her kits. Being one of the first kits born in the new lands has given Robinpaw the determination to set a good example for the up-and-coming apprentices, though she favors tagging along behind big brother Foxpaw when she can who bears the most resemblance to their mother; or so says dad. Personality: Sweet yet brave, Robinpaw aspires to be just as great as her older siblings and a role model to her peers. Mother: Sunfall (MIA) Father: Flameclaw Siblings: Flameclaw x Sunfall; 1st Litter: Martenfang (m), Foxpaw (m) 2nd Litter: Robinpaw (f), Loudsong (f), Ravenkit (m) Physical Description: Cloaked in All Hallow's Eve colors of orange and black with candlelit jack-o'-lantern eyes. However, the little miss' spooky appearance was broken up by an upside-down teardrop-shaped white locket on her chest and white boots. Summarized Description: Black and orange mottled she-cat with yellow/orange eyes. -All of the kits in Flameclaw's family bear his fiery orange eyes. -Robinpaw is the only tortoiseshell out of all her siblings, a gene from their grandmother Dapplewish. -As of now Flameclaw, Foxpaw, Martenfang, Loudsong and Robinpaw are the only populace in Willowclan. Do you have any other characters in the dream? If so, who? Frostkit, Moonfeather, Stormfall(paw), Flameclaw. RP Sample: Moonfeather cast his gaze out over the small gathering of cats; never before had he seen so few that made up several clans. The clans before had been mighty, with at times more mouths than they could feed in leafbare. "I'm sure you all know of the ruins of previous clans that once lived here - the very same you have rebuilt and now call home." The man started as he rose from his place to pace towards the middle of the gathered cats and take up perch upon one of the stones beneath where the leaders were sitting pretty, tail curling over his forepaws before he continued on, "They had been here since the dawn of clans, or so I was told. But it would seem that a new era is due. However, I cannot speak much for what happened to them.. Only that every cat had gone when I returned to these lands."