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x| Orchidstar | Orchiddawn | Orchidpaw | Orchidkit |x
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+} Holds the gender of She-cat {+
+} Has gone through 4 winters {+
+} Belonging to clan of Brook {+
+} Holding rank of clan leader {+
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+} Currently loyal to BrookClan {+
+} Previously loyal to BrookClan {+
+} Believes in StarClan ancestors {+
+} Allianced to LotusClan {+
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+} Daughter to Adderfang and Ducktuft {+
+} Sister to Otterpaw {+
+} Granddaughter to Ashtooth and Hollowfrost {+
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Leadership Skills: ✮✮✮✰✰
Strength: ✮✮✮✰✰
Defense: ✮✮✰✰✰
Speed: ✮✮✮✮✰
Agility: ✮✮✮✮✰
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+} Holds the voice of Lana Del Rey {+
+} Voice example: click here {+
+} Carries the scent of Cherry {+
+} Theme song of Rubik's Cube - Athlete {+
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Orchidkit was born on a singularly bad day, after just barely surviving an attack with CragClan. She was born a healthy kit along side her larger brother, Otterkit. Though the current medicine cat had used up almost all of her herbs and strength taking care of the wounded cats along side the battle, she still had enough in her to help Orchidkit's mother, Ducktuft, fight through labor.
She was a rather bright kit, knowing where to go and where not to go, and despite being younger and smaller than her brother, she'd always have to remind him what was right and what was wrong. She had a bright silver pelt with what could of been hundreds of small darker gray spots covering her body, a long, fluffy tail, and wide, mint green eyes. Orchidkit had always been more of a father's girl than a mothers. She enjoyed hearing the stories of all the fearsome battles that her muscular, battle bruised father had been in. She had always looked up to him and had always seen him as her idol. I want to be just like you when I grow up! She would always say to him.
Orchidkit's kithood went by all too fast as she realized in a moon she would become an apprentice and would finally - finally - become an apprentice and begin her way up in the process of becoming a warrior. She and her brother would always practice their battle skills by play-fighting with each other, and practice their hunting skills by trying to catch each others' tails.
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When Orchidkit had finally become Orchidpaw, multiple large surges of happiness and excitement flew through her. She had been giving the warrior Littlefang as a mentor, a small but fierce she-cat with sharper fangs than the nearest mountain lion. They had almost immediately started their training, which the newly appointed apprentice was thrilled about. Otterpaw had gotten their father as a mentor, which unsurprisingly, Orchidpaw was upset about and even a little bit jealous, but she didn't say anything and luckily nobody had noticed.
When the two came back from training they were expecting a peace filled camp with cats walking back and forth in and out of camp, heading out to do their daily work; but what they got was a quiet, almost empty camp that had the strong scent of CragClan hanging over it. CragClan had attacked while they were training. Fear suddenly rushed over Orchidpaw as she ran to the nursery, where her mother, Ducktuft, had still been recovering from her birth; but what she had found was a blood-filled nest of where she once laid, purring calmly with a warm smile on her face as she would silently groom the white she-cat. She would violently look for her mother in the silenced camp. So silent you could almost hear it. "M-Mother, father, Otterpaw?" She'd call, her shuddering voice almost echoing in the eerie barren campground. Nothing.
Suddenly two cats came bursting through the camp entrance - Ashtooth and Otterpaw. They would together all three look for the missing queen, only to find her soon enough, light brown fur laying at the far end of camp behind some bushes, in a pile of blood. She had been killed, slashes to the stomach, then the final finishing blow, a slash to the neck.
The two warriors that were with them had suggested that the rest of the clan had been dragged into battle somewhere else with CragClan, uncertain of why they would all leave camp suddenly without notice. Though Orchidpaw nor Otterpaw had cared where they were or what they were doing at the time being - all they cared about was their dead mother and who had such the twisted, evil heart to do something so cruel to an innocent queen.
Orchidpaw was never quite the same after losing her mother, though the clan as well as her brother and father continued with their lives. She became a lot less talkative and social, and focused more on her training and becoming a warrior. She would thrive in hunting and battle skills, acing almost all of her training sessions.
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When Orchidpaw's warrior ceremony came around, it was probably the most happy the clan had seen her since her mother's death. She had gotten the name Orchiddawn, a rather strange name for a cat like herself, but she stuck with it. Otterpaw was still training as an apprentice, since Orchiddawn had gotten an almost perfect final assessment. She had caught three or four trout, and two rabbits.
She fought bravely, and hunted well, just the warrior she and her dad had always dreamed she would be. Though Otterpaw was still lacking behind in the skills that he had wanted so badly. He had become more anti-social since his sister had become a warrior before him, and had mood swings every couple days or so. She felt bad for her brother, but she knew that there was nothing really she could do to help him with his way to becoming a warrior.
On the day that three badgers attacked LotusClan, BrookClan was called for help, in which they courageously accepted and sent a handful of their clan members to bravely fight off the large creatures.
On the day that three badgers attacked LotusClan, however, was the day that StarClan had taken the life of Orchiddawn's frustrated brother, Otterpaw.
All the grief that had been inside of her when her mother had passed rushed back into her body only ten times stronger this time. She couldn't bare to think that her older, careless brother that she would always play moss-ball with in the nursery with her was there, lying dead on LotusClan territory.
Though the badgers were eventually ran out of LotusClan territory, and out of the three clans' range all together without too many casualties, this was a very depressing time for BrookClan. The death of an apprentice hits each and every clan member hard, especially Orchiddawn, and her father. They would sit and mourn all night, either in tears or sitting in complete silence, as if they were in shock that this had happened to such a cheerful cat.
As time passed, things got back to the way they were. LotusClan and BrookClan were now in a strong alliance and all was well in the forest. Until, a new group of loners had made there way deep into the territories, that is. Orchiddawn was on a solo hunting trip when she ran into Axel, and she didn't quite know what to do when she did so. At first the tom was hostile, but then realized that this she-cat was not much of a threat by herself, and ended up starting a rather long, ranged conversation whether it meant talking about the weather or the fact that this cat had made it so deep into BrookClan territory without being found sooner.
After saying their good-byes Orchiddawn told herself that it wasn't right for a clan cat to be conversing with a loner, and that she would never allow herself to meet up with him again.
Though, you can't teach a young cat new tricks that easily.
The two cats would meet up almost everyday by a large oak tree with a rut in the middle, just big enough for them to squeeze into. They would quickly grow fond of each other and eventually found that they had wanted to become more than friends.
Orchiddawn gave birth to a litter of two kits in the middle of new-leaf, in that same rut that they had gained feelings for each other. They decided to give the kits clan names, Beekit, a fiery orange little she-cat that took the looks of her father, and Troutkit, a gray little fluff-ball tom that took the genes of his mother's side. The two were planning on taking the kits to BrookClan in a few nights, so that they could have a proper home; and that maybe, just maybe, Axel could join the clan with them.
The night before they were planning to take the kits, a gang of Axel's group found the four, huddled together in the oak.
So, little Axel's got himself a girlfriend now, eh? AND kits?! Who new the guy was such a charmer!
Wait-, that's the scent of - You and- a clan cat?
Furious about this, what seemed to have been the leader of the gang, attacked Axel, along with the other cats that had been with him. Orchiddawn and her kits watched in horror as the tom was being beat to death by his own companions.
What seemed like a lifetime later, the group stopped, backed away, and looked.
Axel's beaten and bruised body lay still and lifeless on the cold night-time floor.
When Orchiddawn thought things couldn't get any worse, they started moving in on her. Getting closer and closer, she put her kits under her paws and let out a furious, yet choked hiss.
A larger, more powerful tom topped her right to the ground, leaving the kits helpless and being grabbed by the scruff's of the loners.
The cries that the she-cat let out were heartbreaking, sickening, even, as she watched the two things she had put her heart and soul into be taken away from her so, so, easily.
When the group had vanished, the tom had removed his grasp from the she-cat, who didn't try to chase after them, no, she stayed where she was, in complete and utter silence. She eventually would crawl toward her lover's still warm, but lifeless body and let out mournful yowls of pain and sorrow.
It had been five days since Axel was killed, and her kits were taken. She dragged his stiff body to the side of the thunder path, hoping that if cats would find it, they would think it had been a monster that took the tom's life.
When she returned to camp, eyes tear stained, bruised from the tight grip that the loner had held her in, and heart-broken, she would tell nobody, not even her father, what had happened. And even though they asked and asked, she would still reply with the same answer, it's none of your business.
Eventually, things would go back to normal, though deep inside Orchiddawn was still painfully mourning over the loss of her family, besides her father, who had been growing awfully older and weaker as the moons went on.
^^HUGE ASS WORK IN PROGRESS^^
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x| Orchidstar | Orchiddawn | Orchidpaw | Orchidkit |x
вαsιc
+} Holds the gender of She-cat {+
+} Has gone through 4 winters {+
+} Belonging to clan of Brook {+
+} Holding rank of clan leader {+
αℓℓεgιαηcε
+} Currently loyal to BrookClan {+
+} Previously loyal to BrookClan {+
+} Believes in StarClan ancestors {+
+} Allianced to LotusClan {+
ғαмιℓү
+} Daughter to Adderfang and Ducktuft {+
+} Sister to Otterpaw {+
+} Granddaughter to Ashtooth and Hollowfrost {+
sкιℓℓs
Leadership Skills: ✮✮✮✰✰
Strength: ✮✮✮✰✰
Defense: ✮✮✰✰✰
Speed: ✮✮✮✮✰
Agility: ✮✮✮✮✰
εxтяαs
+} Holds the voice of Lana Del Rey {+
+} Voice example: click here {+
+} Carries the scent of Cherry {+
+} Theme song of Rubik's Cube - Athlete {+
кιтнσσ∂
Orchidkit was born on a singularly bad day, after just barely surviving an attack with CragClan. She was born a healthy kit along side her larger brother, Otterkit. Though the current medicine cat had used up almost all of her herbs and strength taking care of the wounded cats along side the battle, she still had enough in her to help Orchidkit's mother, Ducktuft, fight through labor.
She was a rather bright kit, knowing where to go and where not to go, and despite being younger and smaller than her brother, she'd always have to remind him what was right and what was wrong. She had a bright silver pelt with what could of been hundreds of small darker gray spots covering her body, a long, fluffy tail, and wide, mint green eyes. Orchidkit had always been more of a father's girl than a mothers. She enjoyed hearing the stories of all the fearsome battles that her muscular, battle bruised father had been in. She had always looked up to him and had always seen him as her idol. I want to be just like you when I grow up! She would always say to him.
Orchidkit's kithood went by all too fast as she realized in a moon she would become an apprentice and would finally - finally - become an apprentice and begin her way up in the process of becoming a warrior. She and her brother would always practice their battle skills by play-fighting with each other, and practice their hunting skills by trying to catch each others' tails.
αρρяεηтιcεsнιρ
When Orchidkit had finally become Orchidpaw, multiple large surges of happiness and excitement flew through her. She had been giving the warrior Littlefang as a mentor, a small but fierce she-cat with sharper fangs than the nearest mountain lion. They had almost immediately started their training, which the newly appointed apprentice was thrilled about. Otterpaw had gotten their father as a mentor, which unsurprisingly, Orchidpaw was upset about and even a little bit jealous, but she didn't say anything and luckily nobody had noticed.
When the two came back from training they were expecting a peace filled camp with cats walking back and forth in and out of camp, heading out to do their daily work; but what they got was a quiet, almost empty camp that had the strong scent of CragClan hanging over it. CragClan had attacked while they were training. Fear suddenly rushed over Orchidpaw as she ran to the nursery, where her mother, Ducktuft, had still been recovering from her birth; but what she had found was a blood-filled nest of where she once laid, purring calmly with a warm smile on her face as she would silently groom the white she-cat. She would violently look for her mother in the silenced camp. So silent you could almost hear it. "M-Mother, father, Otterpaw?" She'd call, her shuddering voice almost echoing in the eerie barren campground. Nothing.
Suddenly two cats came bursting through the camp entrance - Ashtooth and Otterpaw. They would together all three look for the missing queen, only to find her soon enough, light brown fur laying at the far end of camp behind some bushes, in a pile of blood. She had been killed, slashes to the stomach, then the final finishing blow, a slash to the neck.
The two warriors that were with them had suggested that the rest of the clan had been dragged into battle somewhere else with CragClan, uncertain of why they would all leave camp suddenly without notice. Though Orchidpaw nor Otterpaw had cared where they were or what they were doing at the time being - all they cared about was their dead mother and who had such the twisted, evil heart to do something so cruel to an innocent queen.
Orchidpaw was never quite the same after losing her mother, though the clan as well as her brother and father continued with their lives. She became a lot less talkative and social, and focused more on her training and becoming a warrior. She would thrive in hunting and battle skills, acing almost all of her training sessions.
ωαяяισянσσ∂
When Orchidpaw's warrior ceremony came around, it was probably the most happy the clan had seen her since her mother's death. She had gotten the name Orchiddawn, a rather strange name for a cat like herself, but she stuck with it. Otterpaw was still training as an apprentice, since Orchiddawn had gotten an almost perfect final assessment. She had caught three or four trout, and two rabbits.
She fought bravely, and hunted well, just the warrior she and her dad had always dreamed she would be. Though Otterpaw was still lacking behind in the skills that he had wanted so badly. He had become more anti-social since his sister had become a warrior before him, and had mood swings every couple days or so. She felt bad for her brother, but she knew that there was nothing really she could do to help him with his way to becoming a warrior.
On the day that three badgers attacked LotusClan, BrookClan was called for help, in which they courageously accepted and sent a handful of their clan members to bravely fight off the large creatures.
On the day that three badgers attacked LotusClan, however, was the day that StarClan had taken the life of Orchiddawn's frustrated brother, Otterpaw.
All the grief that had been inside of her when her mother had passed rushed back into her body only ten times stronger this time. She couldn't bare to think that her older, careless brother that she would always play moss-ball with in the nursery with her was there, lying dead on LotusClan territory.
Though the badgers were eventually ran out of LotusClan territory, and out of the three clans' range all together without too many casualties, this was a very depressing time for BrookClan. The death of an apprentice hits each and every clan member hard, especially Orchiddawn, and her father. They would sit and mourn all night, either in tears or sitting in complete silence, as if they were in shock that this had happened to such a cheerful cat.
As time passed, things got back to the way they were. LotusClan and BrookClan were now in a strong alliance and all was well in the forest. Until, a new group of loners had made there way deep into the territories, that is. Orchiddawn was on a solo hunting trip when she ran into Axel, and she didn't quite know what to do when she did so. At first the tom was hostile, but then realized that this she-cat was not much of a threat by herself, and ended up starting a rather long, ranged conversation whether it meant talking about the weather or the fact that this cat had made it so deep into BrookClan territory without being found sooner.
After saying their good-byes Orchiddawn told herself that it wasn't right for a clan cat to be conversing with a loner, and that she would never allow herself to meet up with him again.
Though, you can't teach a young cat new tricks that easily.
The two cats would meet up almost everyday by a large oak tree with a rut in the middle, just big enough for them to squeeze into. They would quickly grow fond of each other and eventually found that they had wanted to become more than friends.
Orchiddawn gave birth to a litter of two kits in the middle of new-leaf, in that same rut that they had gained feelings for each other. They decided to give the kits clan names, Beekit, a fiery orange little she-cat that took the looks of her father, and Troutkit, a gray little fluff-ball tom that took the genes of his mother's side. The two were planning on taking the kits to BrookClan in a few nights, so that they could have a proper home; and that maybe, just maybe, Axel could join the clan with them.
The night before they were planning to take the kits, a gang of Axel's group found the four, huddled together in the oak.
So, little Axel's got himself a girlfriend now, eh? AND kits?! Who new the guy was such a charmer!
Wait-, that's the scent of - You and- a clan cat?
Furious about this, what seemed to have been the leader of the gang, attacked Axel, along with the other cats that had been with him. Orchiddawn and her kits watched in horror as the tom was being beat to death by his own companions.
What seemed like a lifetime later, the group stopped, backed away, and looked.
Axel's beaten and bruised body lay still and lifeless on the cold night-time floor.
When Orchiddawn thought things couldn't get any worse, they started moving in on her. Getting closer and closer, she put her kits under her paws and let out a furious, yet choked hiss.
A larger, more powerful tom topped her right to the ground, leaving the kits helpless and being grabbed by the scruff's of the loners.
The cries that the she-cat let out were heartbreaking, sickening, even, as she watched the two things she had put her heart and soul into be taken away from her so, so, easily.
When the group had vanished, the tom had removed his grasp from the she-cat, who didn't try to chase after them, no, she stayed where she was, in complete and utter silence. She eventually would crawl toward her lover's still warm, but lifeless body and let out mournful yowls of pain and sorrow.
It had been five days since Axel was killed, and her kits were taken. She dragged his stiff body to the side of the thunder path, hoping that if cats would find it, they would think it had been a monster that took the tom's life.
When she returned to camp, eyes tear stained, bruised from the tight grip that the loner had held her in, and heart-broken, she would tell nobody, not even her father, what had happened. And even though they asked and asked, she would still reply with the same answer, it's none of your business.
Eventually, things would go back to normal, though deep inside Orchiddawn was still painfully mourning over the loss of her family, besides her father, who had been growing awfully older and weaker as the moons went on.
^^HUGE ASS WORK IN PROGRESS^^
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Highly Respected
Respected
Best Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Neutral
Unsure
Dislikes
Despises
Loathes
Eyes on
Crushing
Love
Family
Deceased
Mourning
Respected
Best Friend
Friend
Acquaintance
Neutral
Unsure
Dislikes
Despises
Loathes
Eyes on
Crushing
Love
Family
Deceased
Mourning
