Agapi x Oswin (PRPG)

If you are not Oswin or I please do not post here.

So, do you want Leader, med cat apprentice, or deputy and med cat?

Hmmm.... I can play a few characters.

Let's see.
Warrior she-cat
Tom Deputy
She-kit
Tom apprentice

If that's okay? :)

I meant for the higher ranks, we'll both have to play a few characters lol. Would you mind if your deputy was the mate to my queen? and the she kit could be one of their kits?

Ill be making then
Leader tom
warrior she cat
warrior tom
queen she cat (and her kits)
she cat apprentice

My deputy can be mate to your queen and definitely the kit can be theirs.

I guess we need a med cat as well. I can be med cat. :) It'll be a she-cat. And I'll also throw in a grouchy elder tom. xD

Okay, my complete list.

Warrior she-cat
Deputy Tom
She-Kit
Apprentice Tom
Female Med-cat
Grouchy elder tom


Name: Hollypool
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Med-Cat
Description: Hollypool has short, sleek fur that is soft and grey. Her bright eyes are orange.

Name: Ravenclaw
Gender: Tom
Rank: Deputy
Description: Ravenclaw has jet black, short fur that doesn't properly hide his muscle. His eyes are a forest green.

Name: Oaktail
Gender: Tom
Rank: Grouchy elder
Description: A grey-and-white striped elder with a white belly and a grouchy face. His eyes are a piercing green.

Name: Honeykit
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Description: A fluffy, adorable calico (light brown, white, and a little black) ball of fluff, with big blue eyes.

Name: Snowtail
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Description: Long, white fur and green eyes.

Name: Pinepaw
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Description: A light orange tabby cat with yellow eyes.

Last edited on 2017-03-16 at 16:25:54 by Dog of Oz

Os we can't use pictures that don't belong to us without permission of the owner and proper credit ;) I'll post mine mine in a bit.

They're Pinterest LOL but okay, I'll delete them. xD

They came from somewhere other than Pinterest originally, Pinterest doesn't properly credit their images xD.

Lionstar (Lionpelt)
Tom
Leader
Golden, long furred Tom with bright amber eyes. He has broad shoulders and large paws, and is very muscular.

Foxheart
She cat
Warrior
Bright ginger colored, with a white chest, muzzle, and front paws. She has dark forest green eyes and short fur.

Brokenclaw
Tom
Warrior
Dark brown tabby with a lighter brown, almost cream, undercoat. He has dark blue eyes, and a very thick coat.

Cloverleap
She cat
Queen
White, orange, cream, and black tortioshell with bright golden amber eyes and silky long fur.

Mothpaw
She cat
Apprentice
Cream colored with darker seal brown points (Siamese) and light blue eyes. Former kittypet.

I'm going to go ahead and start. Hope that's okay. :)

Hollypool
The grey she-cat sat still in her den, ears twitching occasionally. Sunlight filtered through her den entrance, and she basked in it happily. She hadn't heard any urgent stirrings of Starclan in a while, and she was fine with it. She preferred the quiet tranquility of her den to warnings of danger from the deceased cats who guarded them now. She blinked open her orange eyes and casually surveyed her den. All was in order, all her medicinal supplements organized. She smiled softly to herself and let her eyes drift closed again. The mute she-cat had grown up using her eyes as a communication tool, and now, as a med-cat, nothing had changed. She had found that blinking compassionately at an injured warrior, or casting a piercing glare at a misbehaving cat, or staring soothingly into the eyes of a young kit with whitecough was enough. The other cats of her clan seemed to understand her well enough, and she was fine with being mute. It was an oddity, something she didn't complain about, even mentally. The sunlight warmed her pelt, and the sound of birds trilling filled her ears. Hollypool was quite content.

Ravenclaw
He stretched out his black paws in front of him, then stood and gave his shoulder a quick lick. He wanted to look pleasing for his mate. At the thought of the pretty tortoiseshell she-cat, his heart filled with warmth. He bent his head and picked up the plump vole he had caught earlier that morning for her. The thinner, but still decent sized, mouse also was grabbed. He knew he was probably an interesting sight, but he wanted to be sure that Cloverleap got the food she needed. If he brought a laugh to her tongue, then all the better. He had been told that he doted on her, and he had agreed heartily. He entered the nursery, his yellow eyes softening as he heard the sounds of his young kit and his mate. "Cloverleap," he called softly, his words muffled by the prey dangling from his jaws. He spotted her and walked slowly over.

Oaktail
The grouchy elder sat outside the elder's den and glared at any cat who dared look over at him. His piercing green eyes always seemed to be filled with, well, grouchiness. Oaktail flicked his tail irritably and looked over the camp. Where were those pesky apprentices with some prey? An impatient growl simmered in his throat. What were they teaching those young cats nowadays? It used to be that apprentices were prompt and caught prey swiftly, bringing some directly to the elders. He grumbled under his breath and flattened his ears. He remembered being an apprentice and having to leave his cozy den and hunt before the sun had woken up. Or maybe that wasn't how it went... He shook his head. Of course it was.

Honeykit
Her blue eyes swiveled to the nursery entrance when a big black cat strode in. Then again, all cats were big to the little fluff of fur. "Daddy's here, Mommy!" she whispered into the ear of the she-cat laying with her. She blinked her big, wide eyes and then clambered over her mother so that her mom was in between her and her father. He looked so big today. "He's tall, Mommy," her high-pitched kit voice was still lowered to a very hushed whisper, adoration seeping into her voice. She had seen her daddy before, but she had always played a game with him every time he came into the nursery. Her first memory of him, she had hid behind her mommy because she was scared of the big tall cat. But now, they had turned it into the game. She loved her mommy and daddy so much. She gave her mommy a little happy nuzzle and a tiny purr emitted from her throat.

Snowtail
She sat prettily outside the warrior's den and gave her paw a dainty lick. She looked around the clearing casually, giving her white paw a lick every now and then. She was reluctant to get out into the forest and hunt. She much preferred sitting here, showing off her flashy white pelt and sparkling blue eyes. She was a little vain. Her long fur rustled a little bit in a soft breeze. She looked at the fresh-kill pile and stood, padding gently over. She gazed at the choices, then turned up her nose and padded back to the den entrance. Nothing good. I guess I'll have to hunt for something decent, she thought.

Pinepaw
The tabby woke with a start. Sun streamed into the den, which alarmed him even more. "Mothpaw!" he yelped, jumping to his feet. "We overslept!" He cast a furtive glance to the den entrance, expecting Oaktail to appear there, angry and hissing. He was reluctant to leave the den, knowing the elder was sitting in the clearing just waiting to glare at them. He gave a small groan. But if he didn't leave, it would make Oaktail even angrier. "Mothpaw, Oaktail is going to tear our fur out!" He peeked out at the sky, and gave another small groan. "We are sooo dead!" Pinepaw slowly crept from the den, trying not to look over towards the elders' den. But just knowing that Oaktail sat there made him unable to resist. He turned his head slowly, and met the glaring green eyes. He darted back into his den. He wasn't going out there without Mothpaw, no way.

Lionstar

The sun colored tom rolled onto his back stretching as his amber eyes opened up, the scene of the inside of his den unfolding in front of him. He rolled over once more, his belly and paws pressed to the groaned as he yawned. The night before he had been out past the rise of Silverpelt and the moon practicing a new battle move he wanted to teach the apprentices. His whole body ached, especially his shoulders and paws. But he forced himself up onto his sore legs and exited his den, walking out in time to see Ravenclaw walked into the nursery, and Snowtail walking away from the prey pile.


Foxheart

The russet female sat, grooming herself in the warriors den. She was very full of her self, and others knew just how conceded and self absorbed the she cat was. She was, at least in her mind, the best huntress and fighter within the Clan. Within any of the clans. Once she finished grooming her sleek coat, she stood walking into the clearing of the camp, noticing that Snowtail was already up. She hated the white she cat, almost as much as she hated the other clans. A growl left her sharp muzzle as she approached the prey pile, seeing that the best of the prey, if there had been any, was already gone. Ravenclaw had probably taken it for his mate and kit, seeing as the apprentices weren't up to take it to Oaktail. Or if they were, they were both out hunting or something.


Brokenclaw

The dark tom cat grunted as he walked in from the dirt place tunnel, shaking out his pelt. "Pineclaw!" He growled, looking around for his apprentice (hope thats ok if not I can change this), who had overslept. Which was honestly partly Brokenclaw's fault for not waking the paw. But he would never admit that, even if the thought crossed his mind. He walked to the apprentice den, peering in to see Pinepaw now wide awake, and Mothpaw still fast asleep.


Cloverleap

The sleeping queen rolled over away from her kit when she felt the small warm body jump over to the other side. She opened her eyes when she heard the muffled voices of her mate and kit. "It's to early for games, sweetie." She muffled, not to either of them in particular. Looking up, she smiled softly when she saw Ravenclaw had prey in his maw. She purred lightly, looking up at him with adoration in her eyes.


Mothpaw

She was in a deep sleep when she heard Pinepaw, and felt the warmth of his body leave her side. She ignored it, curling up tighter, oblivious to the deep voice of Brokenclaw echoing into the small den. It wasn't until the large tom has stormed in, grabbing the much smaller paw by her scruff, and dropping her roughly back on the ground. Her eyes went wide, her pelt standing up, her small body shaking in horror and fear. "wha...what happened...?"

Pinepaw
He heard the booming voice of his mentor and the tabby cat's pawsteps. He dipped his head hurriedly when Brokenclaw strode in, heat flying up his face. "I overslept," he said, shuffling his paws nervously. "Sorry, Brokenclaw." He watched Mothpaw in sympathy, shooting her an apology with his yellow eyes when her fearful eyes met his. He usually was the first to wake, and roused her from her deep sleep. He kept his head hung, inwardly beating himself up for sleeping in. How could he? Not only did he have to face that grumpy elder Oaktail, but his mentor also. He groaned in his head, being sure not to let it slip through his teeth. His yellow eyes were downcast and wide. He was nervous, just knowing they would be punished.

Ravenclaw
His heart leaped to his throat at the adoration in his mate's eyes. A deep purr rumbled from within him, and he hurried to her side. The calico fur of his precious kit peeked at him over her mother's pelt. He directed his attention on Cloverleap first, knowing that the little kit would wait. Ravenclaw dropped the prey next to Cloverleap's paws. "I love you," he murmured, rubbing his cheek against hers, his whiskers brushing against her soft fur. His green orbs sparkled in the relative darkness of the nursery.

Snowtail
She growled lowly when that snob Foxheart strode by. She loathed that she-cat. Snowtail was obliged to challenge the russet female to a fight, if only a fight wouldn't mess up her perfect white fur. The thought of her long strands of beauty caused her to give her chest a lick, then reach back and lick her back. She licked her one paw and rubbed behind her ear. After this quick clean, she settled into licking her right paw seductively. Her blue eyes shot angry sparks and vibes the direction of the cat she hated maybe most of all - Foxheart. She decided it wasn't quite pretty to tell everyone of her hate, and she decided to innocently look around the clearing.

Honeykit
She noticed how sleepy her mommy sounded, so she nibbled on her mommy's ear gently. "It's never too early for games!" she replied, jumping on her soft bedding. Her daddy padded over, and the scent of the prey he carried enticed her. But she was too young for that, and the thought of milk was even more appealing. She blinked her big eyes at him over her mommy's tortoiseshell pelt. He ignored her at first, and she waited. Mommy and Daddy had to greet each other before she could play her game. She got tired of waiting, though, and clambered around her mommy. No games today. Maybe it was too early. She looked adoringly up at her daddy, her blue eyes wide, then cast her gaze to her mommy. She stumbled under her mommy's chin and snuggled against her.

Oaktail
He saw Brokenclaw looking for his apprentice. "I bet the good-for-nothing things are sleeping the day away," the grouchy elder mumbled under his breath, his raspy voice barely audible in the crisp air. He glared at the sun. "Don't you look cheery," he growled at the cloudless blue sky. He humphed at the world and turned to go back to his den. If those pesky young apprentices weren't even awake yet, then maybe he would take a nap while he waited for some decent prey.

Hollypool
Her ears flicked at the first sounds of life from her clan. Brokenclaw looking for his apprentice. A smile curved her mouth. Her sensitive ears picked up the sound of Lionstar rousing, and she got to her paws, walking to her organized supplies. She selected a few and grabbed the mouthful daintily with white teeth. She padded out of her cozy den and over to where her leader stood outside his den, gently laying the herbs at his paws. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling knowingly. She had a sense for pain, unease, and discomfort. It's what made her such a good medicine cat. And she knew that her leader was sore this sunny morning. She gave him a soft smile.