() JointClan () Part 10.5 () The New Generation ()

((Cough, cough, you're date is wrong for when it opened. Cough, cough))

Name: Jaggedclaw
Gender: Male
Detailed Description: His fur is light brown, blended in with patches of a darker shade of brown as well. With deep blue eyes, he's generally pleasing to look at. Jaggedclaw is lean in appearance, but that doesn't stop him from having powerful muscles. The only problem with Jaggedclaw is just that; his jagged claw on his right paw.
Sentence Description: A light and dark brown tom with deep blue, comforting eyes and a jagged claw.
Personality: He's always kind to everyone, rouge or kin. People find that he's nice and welcoming to anyone in need of advice or friendship. However, he's a dedicated warrior, and he will always follow the warrior code. He is stern with the apprentice's that he is given, but they know as they grow up, that he was always their friend, despite the times that he scolded them.
History (Optional): Jaggedclaw was born to a clan-tom, but his mother was a rouge. Originally, his father brought him to ShadeClan saying that he was a lone kit that he found in the woods one day. In reality, Jaggedclaw was the only kit to survive in his mother's litter; his mother included. He was flawlessly born compared to the pain that his mother endured with his siblings. His father desperately willed for his mother to survive when he brought Jaggedclaw into the camp. They called him Spottedkit back then, due to the patches of brown in his fur. The day that his mother passed, however, his father took him to his mother's corpse and broke his paw in punishment. He believed that Jaggedclaw was the cause of his mate's death; he was supposedly a bad omen and shouldn't be allowed her looks. Furious, Jaggedclaw ran to BranchClan, ashamed of what he thought he did. They healed his paw, but one claw always remained broken and jagged, and so came his new name. From then on out, he made sure to be the kindest tom to everyone, desperate to convince himself that he wasn't evil.
Wanted Rank: Warrior, but he always fantasies about being a deputy.
Extra: n/a

Name: Staredge

Gender: Male

Detailed Description: His fur is pitch black, the hairs short and sleak. Staredge is at the point of his life where he is growing the most, a teenager in two-leg vocabulary, so he grows at a strange pace. He has a very slim build and chooses not to eat a lot, so it always seems like he's hurting inside. His eyes are a dark yellow with a tired gleam.

Sentence Description: A sleak, slim black tom with tired dark yellow eyes.

Personality: Staredge is very self-conscience and, being the the juvenile stage of his life, is going through many changes. He's not sure about what he feels, or how to handle his feelings. However, he has been graced with the useful ability to lie without showing it, which helps when he's hurting inside or in a hostage environment/interrogation. He doesn't enjoy kits or younger cats, as they always seem to annoy him, but enjoys Missy's company. He's sometimes a bit delusional, claiming to have seen supernatural happenings, although he doesn't expect anyone to believe him.

History (Optional): Staredge was "abandoned" when he was born, although he states that spirit's surrounded him when he first began to see. Trying to trace the footprints his parents left behind, he followed them into a clearing with the help of his spirit friends, who had taught him how to survive and promised to stand by him no matter what. However, once he arrived at the clearing, a dark cat approached the group, and when Staredge looked for his friends, he realized they had left him too. He felt so betrayed, that when the dark cat got close enough, he used all the concentration he had in his mind to just shut everyone out. the dark spirit vanished, but had left it's black aura as a blanket over the kit, so that when it fell asleep, it would be warm. He never figured out why such an evil looking spirit would do such a thing, but was thankful none the less.
The next morning he had kept traveling until he had arrived at a destination he felt major deja vu at; the Rebel camp. He had decided to take shelter there, and hope nobody noticed him, or if they did, cared.

Wanted Rank: Deputy

Extra: n/a

Name: Mousepaw
Gender: Female
Detailed Description:Mousepaw's rather small for her breed, but she's healthy and will probably grow out of it.Her long haired, fluffy fur is brown with darker tabby stripes. The stripes on her coat are small, except for around her paws. Long tufts of hair come from her ears, making it somewhat hard for her to hear. Her muzzle and chest are a creamy white. As the year gets colder, Mouse's pelt portrays more of a grayish color. Her paws a medium size and fur is hidden in between them. The tip of her ears are an equilateral triangle. Her eyes are almond-shaped and very expressive, making it easy to tell how she's feeling are a greenish yellow. She has a sturdy build.
Sentence Description: A rather small, longhaired brown and white tabby with greenish-yellow eyes.
Personality: Mousepaw is no mouse when it comes to her personality. She's a fluff ball of energy and has a positive attitude. She never really stays sad for long. She's very loyal towrds those she cares about. She acts very childish and silly, but she's a clever cat. She dosen't make the brightest choices so she makes for it, learning from past mistakes.
History (Optional):
Wanted Rank: (warrior) apprentice
Extra: n/a

)Restart! =3 (

Name: Settlesmoke
Gender: Male
Detailed Description: Below- made from a creator program on deviantart.

Spoiler:

Sentence Description: A grey, muscular tom with thick fur and shaded markings.
Personality: To. Be. DECIDED!
History (Optional): undiscovered
Wanted Rank: Med. Cat
Extra: -runsinacircle- no. adding another charr soon, tho!

Name: hiddenpaw
Gender: male (for once...)
Description: a pale silver, nearly albino fur with several black streaks from hindlrgs to chest, sturdy, mahogany tail tip and paws, long chest fur and ear tufts, black nose a greenish silvery eyes with a slightly triangular edge to them.
Sentence description: a silver Tom with black streaks and green eyes.
Personality: somewhat shy and held back, stayed in the nursery for nearly a moon, until he was dragged out by his littermate. Has a slight stutter when he speaks, but when he's serious about something, he's strong and commanding, glaring or clawing down opponents.
History: born to two normal cats in joint clan, became a strong hunter, but lost his eyesight during a tragic accident that clouded his eyes. His sister, a genius hunter as well, disappeared and is said to have joined the rebels. Although he is blinded, he's just as capable and finds it irritating when people smother him. But, he became much more timid.
Wanted rank: medi apprentice or apprentice.
Extra: is it ok if I do his sis? She's a rebel, name is skysilver.

(All accepted. c:)

((Can we start now, then?))

Cedarstar had been awake since dawn had broken. He often did this, woke up early and watched the sunrise in the morning. The way the oranges and yellows and reds and purples all seemed to bleed together across the sky, creating a kind of painting that was simplistic but beautiful, all the same, intrigued him. In fact, it had intrigued him since he was just a kit, but he had never really watched the sunrise until he'd become the leader. In all honesty, Cedarstar didn't feel ready to take on such a great responsibility such as this, but only StarClan knew of his insecurities, and he intended to keep it that way. His brown fur bristled as a chilly breeze swept across the Clan's camp, causing him to look as disheveled as he felt. His tail was wrapped neatly around his small paws as he sat in the entrance of his den, surveying the camp. It was just getting to the time where the rest of his Clan started to wake.

Applepaw was sound asleep in the den designated for apprentice's. Her tiny little form was curled into a ball, as if she were trying to make herself smaller than she already was, her unruly fur stuck out everywhere. Breathing in and out slowly, it didn't look like the young she-cat wanted to be woken anytime soon. Even in her sleep, the young cat looked troubled. But what could be bothering the most privileged cat in the Clan? Her uncle, Cedarstar, was the leader for StarClan's sake, so Applepaw was treated differently than her fellow apprentices, and she hated it. Loathed it. Wanted to tell her uncle to knock it off. And she had, honest, she had. But he never listened to what she wanted, only what he thought was best for her, and sometimes, he was wrong. Being treated so different made her a target of her fellow apprentices. Jealousy could make you do awfully things to a person, you know.

Missy was pacing the length of her den. Things, as of late, had been far too quiet. JointClan didn't know of her and her ever-growing gang of rogues, loners, and ex-Clanner's. They, well, she, needed to make herself known, but with a bang. Missy was one for theatrics, and wouldn't settle for a boring entrance. No, she wanted something big, something that silly little Clan would remember her for, forever. Being remembered for something other than being an evil mastermind plotting to kill off anyone who got in her way and take over their silly little Clan sounded nice.

(this is an awesome post, stormy. EPIC. Cant wait till I'm accepted! Itll be awesome!)

(I already accepted you, Miso! c: XD You have the okay to post!)

((Let me know if I'm interrupting you guys))

Name: Blackheart
Gender: Tom
Detailed Description: Solid, glossy black tom with light blue eyes. Small paws, longs, sharp claws, and has a some-what muscular build.
Sentence Description: Black tom with blue eyes.
Personality: Blackheart is a daring tom. He'll protect his clan with his life, and will not give up a fight. He's carring and loyal, especially to his mate/crush and his leader.
Wanted Rank: Warrior

(Ooh! Really? that is AWESOME. *munch* YAY. Should I do Skysilver?)

Hiddenpaw yawned, peeking out of the den. Almost nothing stirred, except small whiffs of distant prey and some other cat scents. He shuffled back into the den. It was too early to do dawn patrol. He hoped Rosepetal didn't chose him. Crouching next to Applepaw, he noticed her agitated breath. Although it was slow and gentle, a sort of 'whfff' out, she had a slight edge to her inhale, like she was angry or irritated. He sighed. Hiddenpaw hoped the other apprentices hadn't been bothering her. They could be so cruel sometimes. The tom settled down.

((This would be Skysilver's form:
Name: Skysilver
Gender: female
Detailed Description: short spikey grey fur with a crisp feel to it, her legs are marked a deep black, and her back has scores of claw marks, but her muscles are strong and sturdy, alllowing her to be nimble and agile. Her tail is abnormally short and not as smoothly flowing, it tends to flick like a cows tail against a fly when she's agitated. Her eyes have almost no color, a deep deep brown, and she has silvery highlights in it that allow them to glow eerily in nighttime.
Sentence Description: a menacing grey she with many battle scars and black eyes.
Personality: A bit pushy, and a bit arrogant about her capabilities, Skysilver is very good at earning respect and keeping every claw in line. A bit jealous, but also admiring towards Staredge, she won't admit to her secret crush. She's very headstrong, and stands up for any belief she believes is worth it- and won't let ANYTHING get in her way.
History (Optional): Born to two normal clanners of JointClan, her parents were a bit less approving and supportive towards her then her younger brother, who was only an hour younger but seemed somehow to be much more needed to them. Her feelings hurt, she never really made a real relationship with them, but oddlly enough, took a liking to Hiddenpaw. The timid brother learned his defensive streak from her, as well as some pouncing skills, while she, although she doesn't like to admit it, learned some amazing stalking skills. They both became good hunters and fair fighters. But, during a small wildfire, somehow he got trapped in a fire when the patrol got split in panic. He, too confused and young, barely escaped a falling tree, but the branches scratched his eyes. His infected eyes were well cared for by the medi-cat and his sister, but eventually he was in too bad a shape to stay a warrior. Furious and mourning, Skysilver left the camp within the week. She whispered goodbye to her brother in his dreams.
Wanted Rank: Regular at the Rebel camp.
Extra: For some odd reason, frightened of fire, but not because of her, she's afraid that when there is a fire, someone close to her will get hurt, one of the reasons she doesn't like friends.

)I'm confused, but I'll post.(

Settlesmoke was already busy at his work, chuffing leaves into their shelves and stuffing roots into openings. The rest of the clan was starting to wake up, and that meant dawn partol, which meant morning training, which meant somebody's gonna get hurt. He sighed, snuffling out the unusable, rotted herbs and restoring the healthy ones. Ever since Cedarstar had been appointed it seemed that every cat was acting slightly different. Rosepetal and Applepaw were always agitated now, or at least more than usual- and Cedarstar himself seemed....Changed, in a way. He started to mumble somthing, but then stopped and headed for the fresh kill pile. Food, yes, food would keep him on track.

Hiddenpaw sighed. His ears twitched. He heard a shuffling of paws, perhaps a faint whiff of herbs.
He scurried out of the den, and let out a sigh of relief. Of course, the herbal cat.

(What're you confused about, Blank? c:
Also- Jillz, Blackheart is accepted! And so is Skysilver, Miso. ^^)

Cedarstar spotted Rosepetal, his deputy, coming out of her den. He sat up, his ears twitching slightly, and padded over. Even though she looked irritated and exhausted, he needed to have her organize a couple of patrols. "Rosepetal?" He interrupted her thoughts. "Do you mind organizing the first hunting patrol a little earlier today? The fresh-kill pile's rather low, and with Leaf-Bare coming, prey's soon to be scare." Cedarstar's eyebrow quirked at his question as he watched her carefully. Rosepetal didn't seem to admire him or show him tons of respect like the other members of the Clan, which was why he admired her. Rosepetal seemed to the be the only one who realized he didn't need nor deserve all the special treatment.

Applepaw fidgeted in her sleep when she thought she felt someone stirring. Blinking awake sleepily, she looked around the den curiously. Hiddenpaw had been crouched next to her one second, and the next, was scurrying out of the den. Allowing herself a slight smile, she arched her back, stretching. Padding out of the den, she caught up with Hiddenpaw, who was observing Settlesmoke, the Clan's medicine cat. "Hey, Hiddenpaw!" Applepaw greeted him with an almost tired sounding cheerfulness. It was clear by the thickness of her voice and way she kind of stumbled around when she watched that she hadn't planned on waking up so early. Not that Cedarstar would care if she slept in.

((Way to ignore Jaggedclaw, Branch xD))

Jaggedclaw's tail twitched a little in irritation as the leader ignored him, but he didn't mention it. Ceaderstar never had really paid much attention to him, despite how he talked to him often. It was usually just the normal, "How are you?" and it didn't last long. However, it wasn't asking much of the leader to respond, and Jaggedclaw was beginning to think that he didn't like the warrior. Shaking it off, he padded behind Rosepetal as she looked for another warrior to tag along for the patrol. He tried to get the thoughts out of his head so he could focus.

"Oh! Um, sure! Be right there, Rosepetal!" He shuffled back into the apprentice den. "C'mon, wake up sleepyhead!" He mewed, nudging ApplePaw. "The deputy wants us for patrol." How glad Hiddenpaw was that he was not a medicine cat. That must be a boring duty.

(I can't believe I missed a page! )

Mousepaw would have slep in if Hiddenpaw hadn't come to wake up Applepaw. The tabby she-cat's ears twitched as she woke up hearing his last words. "The deputy wants us for patrol." Mousepaw was definetely awke after. A patrol! How exciting! Hopefully they wouldn't mind if she tagged along. She slowly got up and stretched, acting as if she hadn't heard a word. " Morning Hiddenpaw! Applepaw!" she mewed rather cheerfully.

(IKR, HARVS. NEGLECT NEGLECT NEGLECT).

Applepaw sighed warily. Hunting patrol. How lovely. Nodding acknowledgingly at Mousepaw, with an unenthusiastic 'good morning', she followed Hiddenpaw out of the den reluctantly. Rosepetal hated her, she was sure of it. Always picking her for partols, always scolding her. Scowling at the deputy, she stopped with Hiddenpaw near her and waited for the other members of the patrol to show up.