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Falconrain (let me know if you want it changed)
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Mantispaw : Thundercrash
Ladybugpaw : Riverspirit
Archpaw : Oakdream
Greasepaw : Cherryberry
Crowpaw : Dimwing
Pinepaw : Flightpath
Orchidpaw : Pineconeleap
Quailpaw : Shalestep
Stormpaw : Elmheart
Shimmerpaw : Tulipshine
Emberpaw : Swirlcloud
Bearpaw : Thornslash
New Hope || CloudClan May 2017 Ceremonies
With the arrival to the new lands, the excitement of Riverstar's Clanmates filled the air. It was finally done. After moons and moons of constant travel, hardships, and loss, things were finally starting to look up. However, there was one last thing she wanted to do before they rest for the night.
"CloudClan, gather around!" Riverstar yowled, watching carefully as her Clanmates, both new and old, crowded around her to listen to her voice.
"As you all know, we've reached our destination, and on our way here we've earned many new Clanmates." Skimming the crowd, Riverstar called, "Marmalade, Brook-kit, please step forward." From the large mass of cats, two young felines came rushing up. Marmalade, the sphynx, was working as quickly as she could to groom her skin as she came up, and Brook-kit was flicking his ear impatiently as he waited for her to catch up.
Name Meaning: From the valley; Is also a type of flower
Nicknames: None yet
Starting Age: 11 Months
Age: 11 Months (As of / /17)
Dominate: Light Underside, Dark Tail Tip and Ears, White Spots on Back of Ears
Recessive: Purple Eyes, Two Toned Pelt, Freckles, White Muzzle and Legs
Carrier: Hazel Eyes, One Toned Pelt
“That looks like it hurts, would you like me to get you anything?”
This trait is one that Dahlia reserves for certain cats. When she grows fond of someone, the more gentle side of her comes out.
Focused & Mature
“There is no time for play, we must train.”
Nothing can distract Dahlia when she knows what she has to do. Because she didn’t have much of a cub hood, Dahlia is mature and acts older than her age… most of the time.
“Your life is worth more than mine.”
Another reserved trait; when a cat gains Dahlia’s trust, she would die for them. Any cat who she looks at as a good friend suddenly becomes a high priority then her.
“I’m not moving from this spot until you give it back.”
Once Dahlia has made her decision, there really is no turning back. This feline will let no one control her, she is her own leader.
“My past? No I’d rather not tell you.”
Dahlia would like to keep her past a secret, the last thing she needs is for the empire to throw her out because she supports the city ways. It would take time to get even the amount of siblings Dahlia has out of her.
Sarcastic & Witty
“If you think you’re smart, then I must be a mouse.”
Stranger or family, enemy or friend; Dahlia will not lose this trait around anybody.
Born to two coliseum fighters, Dahlia was the only surviving of the litter. She had three siblings, two sisters and a brother, from a litter before Dahlia than her mother had with a jaguar. All donned beautiful golden pelts like their father, while Dahlia followed them with her dull brown pelt. She wasn’t regal and controlled like her older siblings, but instead playful and sassy. When they left to be trained by the best coliseum fighters there was, Dahlia would sit on the sidelines wishing she could be like them. Not only that, but her mother and siblings scorned her; Dahlia was always the last to eat and slept on the hard cold floor. Dahlia’s father, a cold, stern, cougar saw how someone with his blood was being treated. He immediately noticed the potential in his young daughter, someone with his fiery temper and strong body, not bratty and royal-like as the others were. Though she was smaller than her siblings, Dahlia was clearly the strongest. The cougar was the one to give Dahlia her name, after a pretty flower he said she reminded him of. He told Dahlia she had worth and would grow to be a strong young lady. He personally trained her at the age of 6 months, not hurting her but making sure not to go easy on the cub. After one particular training lesson a couple months later, Dahlia came home alone, to find her mother sobbing. Because she had never seen any ounce of weakness displayed by the jaguar, she approached her mother. The cougar’s violet eyes were wild with anger and Dahlia soon saw why. Mounted upon the wall were the pelts of her siblings. Their beauty had cost them their lives. Her mother went nearly insane when Dahlia saw what the cubs had become, and chased out the cub. Dahlia went to the only other cat she trusted, her father, who told her he would not care for her. His owner would be to rough on Dahlia, and he had no clue how to care for a cub. He told her that a companion of his was escaping the city as they spoke and if she hurried she could catch up with him. He promised to be there when she came back once she was old enough, and make her the best coliseum fighter he could. Dahlia tried to catch up to the other cat, a tiger. She escaped the city and ran through the woods, but wasn’t able to catch up with the escaping cat. At points she could see him, a striped cat in the distance but no matter how fast she ran Dahlia could not catch up. Alone, cold, and hungry; Dahlia wished she had just stayed in the city. The hybrid passed out a day later from hunger and lack of energy. While unconscious, Dahlia was found by a passing Shadow empire patrol and brought back to camp. When she awoke Dahlia was frightened and confused. A cat explained to her what had happened and told her she was one of them now. She could become an apprentice. Learn the hunt and fight. Dahlia hesitantly accepted, figuring she could learn how to fight and hunt here, and then leave to find her father.
(Group History Starts Here)
Unaccepted: Dahlia fears that if she does eventually return to city, her father will turn her away.
Depths: Dahlia does know how to swim, her father taught her, but the apprentice has a fear of deep water, especially when she can’t see the bottom. She used to have nightmares of her drowning, unable to claw her way to the surface.
Leaping: Dahlia is able to clear long distances and jump pretty high easily, which comes in handy when hunting.
Climbing: Dahlia loves to climb, and the trees are one of her favorite places to be.
Opposite of a cheetah: Though Dahlia is graceful and agile, she lacks in the speed category. Dahlia is quick in battle, but when asked to straight out run, Dahlia would rather not.
Lonely for Life: Though her father made her strong, he also built up walls inside Dahlia that would not let many through. Her mother’s words still stuck with her, saying she would never find love. A combination of her parents’ actions led her to believe she should and would never love or be loved, and now she thinks no one could love her any more than like a friend.
Big Plans: No one knows, but Dahlia plans on leaving Shadow Empire a short time after her training is done. She is determined she will be able to find her father and be welcomed home with open arms. The question is, will she be convinced to stay with her Empire, or dislike it to the point where she runs back to the city.
Half Sister: Kaya
Half Sister: Tayten
Half Brother: Hassan
EP Balance: 0
Name Meaning: Youthful
Nicknames: Jules (Only by close friends and family)
Starting Age: 4 Months
Age: 4 Months (As of / /17)
Dominate: Blue Eyes, Dark Coloration, Dark Tail Tip
Recessive: Lighter Paws & Muzzle, Pale Mane
Carrier: Melanistic Mutation, Hazel Eyes, Dorsal Stripe,
“Why do we have to fight?”
Julian just does not understand why there must be violence in the world. Can’t everyone just live in peace, the Hunters in the city and the Empires in the wild?
“Does it hurt?”
Even though he is lion, stereotyped as big and fierce, Julian had gentle touch. He handles things with care and is careful not to hurt others.
This little lion will not speak unless spoken to. Back in the city, it was what his mother taught him, saying it was manners. Even though she is no longer with him and probably not alive Julian keeps the rule alive. He doesn’t try and push the conversation forward, for he gets awkward and doesn’t like socializing.
*Twig snaps and Jules jumps five feet into the air*
Every twig snapping, every shadow could be a Hunter sneaking up on Julian. This idea makes Julian very alert of his surroundings, maybe to alert because his gets scared by falling leaves.
“I love you so much.”
Once you have gained his trust, and become almost family to Julian, he is very affectionate and will not hesitate to snuggle up close or express these loving feelings in words or actions.
“Hide and go seek? I love that game!”
When Julian does not want to be found, you won’t find him. Because he will get much bigger when he gets older Julian does not take this for granted and puts it to good use.
“I know where to go; I was listening.”
With his jumpy personality, it keeps Julian very alert and attentive. He listens closely to instructions and has a good memory.
Cub (0 months - Now) -
Julian was born in the city to a breeder mother and a coliseum fighter father. Jules doesn’t remember his father very well; all he remembers is the shadow of a dark, scarred lion nearby as Julian played. His mother was a beautiful lioness, called Apatite for her blue eyes, and Julian’s litter was her second or third time having cubs. Julian also remembers siblings. There were three in all, two sisters and Jules. Jules’ owner had been planning the cub’s futures for a while and was going to turn Julian into a prized coliseum fighter like his father. The eldest sister would be put into the Hunter program, but Julian doesn’t know if that even happened. The last cub, the youngest would become a breeder like their mother. Julian’s mother however, did not want to lose another cub to the ways of the city and planned her escape from the city. The day of the escape, the oldest cub was taken from Apatite. She was sad, but knew she had to get her remaining cubs out of there. She heard stories, rumors, of groups of cats that lived in the wild called the empires. That was where she would go. As Apatite escaped, her daughter being held safely by the scruff and her son holding on tightly to her back, a couple guards caught sight of her and were soon in pursuit. Now terrified for her own life, Apatite ran, almost losing Julian in the process. Knowing there was no way she could escape, Apatite hid Julian under a bush, telling him not to make a sound and that she would be back for him. Just as she was about to hide her daughter with Julian, the Hunters reached her and attacked without hesitation. The female cub was killed in the struggle and though Apatite lived she was wounded badly. Julian watched in horror, though he didn’t realize his sister was dead. The hunters left, carrying the dead cub and basically dragging Apatite away. Julian stayed put for hours, waiting patiently for his mother to come back. Eventually, the cub became restless and left his hiding spot. He searched for his family, telling himself they would be waiting for him around each corner, his sisters playing while his mother looked on, smiling. Maybe his father would be there too! At last he heard voices and hurried towards the sound as fast as his cub sized legs would take him. Instead of finding his family, Julian ran, quite literally, into a cat much bigger than him. An empire cat, who offered the cub a home in Fire Empire. Julian accepted, realizing at this point he didn’t have a choice. He knew his mother wasn’t coming back, and hoped she was still alive.
(Group History Starts Here)
Hunters: Jules is scared of many things, but the Hunters are probably at the top. Watching them attack his mother and sister before dragging them back to the city was horrible to the young cat, and he is completely terrified of them.
Losing Family: Julian is scared of not being strong enough or brave enough to save the ones he cares for. He believes that when the time comes he will not be good enough to keep others alive.
Heights: Like any cub, Julian hates thunder storms, and fears drowning. But he really hates heights. He can imagine himself falling, unable to do anything to safe himself. When high up, Julian gets really dizzy and will shut his eyes really tightly, paws planted to the ground.
Elusive Cub: Julian is the master of hide and go seek. Being small for his age and dark furred Julian has a knack for hiding. Though he will lose this as he gets bigger and becomes more like the normal lion Jules uses this strength to the best of his ability.
Gentle Giant: Back in the city, lions were branded as giant beasts, amazing fighters. Julian is the exception, though, for he hates violence and if he was forced to fight this cub would be more likely to just curl up in fear.
Strange Fur: Julian is not a Melanistic lion, though his father was. He took on his father’s dark pelt, but his eyes and light colored mane are from his mother.
More to Worry About than Appearances: Jules normally doesn’t care about his fur or mane, it can be ruffled up and he wouldn’t care.
Accepting: Julian knows him mother will probably never come for him, but hopes she is alive and well back in the city with at least one of her daughters.
Father: Amaro (NPC)
Status: Alive, Coliseum Fighter
Status: Unknown, Last seen mortally wounded
Sister: Valencia (Cia)
Sister: Casimira (Casi)
EP Balance: 0