Open StarClan Adopts [Limited]

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STARCLAN ADOPTS

StarClan's dormancy came from countless years of not being remembered, finally at last the dust stirs with the clans reforming and perhaps too in response to the Dark Forest rising as well. The once distant memories of some lost cats begin to revive to help form the new council of stars within the sky.
These cats may be related to or have been in a previous clan with the Dark Forest adopts! You may apply here if you applied there as well!
This will only be open until I have enough cats to balance it out.

RULES & REQUIREMENTS

• The cats for these adopts come from a time prior to the original clans that fell. They will not be related to those. [Ex - You can't be Graystripe's great great grandfather etc...]
• These cats can have been previous HPs in their past lives, even leaders but please apply with them with warrior names and the optional other ranks they might've been. (I RNG roll for these)
• The form is a free-for-all, include the following basics: Name, Previous Clan, Previous Rank (Optional other ranks that must be approved), appearance, personality, how they died...
• You need to be approved just to confirm ranking, but it's mostly FCFS!
• These DO NOT REQUIRE CHECK-INS nor does your PREFIX need to be claimed, these cats are dead! You do have to wait on approval from me for the rank though and so I can catch illegal names/genetics :3

Remember to check out The Guide to the Afterlife to double check more details on the Dark Forest and how your cat may look. Keep in mind that, a StarClan cat will look like how they were happiest in life...

 

[dallas]

Name: Charredboar
Age (at death): 48 moons
Previous Clan: Windclan
Previous Rank: Tunneler
Appearance: A black smoke with low white and a once-broken lower jaw, with sharp blue eyes. here
Personality/Description: A quiet but dependable cat, Charredboar is normally seen wearing a scowl. Don't judge him by his cover, however- his soul and heart are of gold, each and every waking moment dedicated to ensuring his apprentices knew all of his 'trade' secrets. Each and every moment dedicated to hunting and patrolling with the clan. Loyal to the end, Charredboar was never known for jokes or anger, simply a presence around the clan that everyone knew and could ask for a favor. Something-something 'just because he looks scary doesn't mean he is'.
Notable Events: Charredboar had his jaw broken during apprenticeship in an accident. He was rehabilitated in camp, and while he suffered during his life tearing prey apart, his clanmates kept him alive. It healed well enough thanks to a heavily skilled medicine cat, and he was able to form most words fully. Even if it is strange looking, he was his happiest once he was healed and bore this 'mark' for the rest of his moons.
Manner of Death: A fox had set up within the tunnels, but Charredboar gave his life depending the rest of the patrol (and his apprentice) from the fox while they escaped.
Note: Hi this is really lazy plz don't judge me

 

[lionharted]

Name: Willowleaf
Age (at death): 42 moons
Previous Clan: ShadowClan
Previous Rank: Medicine cat
Appearance: A long haired tortie with icy blue eyes
Personality/Description: a gentle soul with a shady past, plagued by visions when she was younger, visions that no longer are with her now. she ended up becoming a medicine cat apprentice and after that, a medicine cat herself. she's quiet but very observant, a bit shy and has a stammer she cannot get rid of. she has a fierce love for the clan she grew up in and those who raised her up to be who she was. Mentored under Creekheart. Willowleaf speaks in ways it almost seems like a poem being spoken. her voice is soft.
Notable Events: Through her vision, she saved one of the clan cats from a plot her own mother created. she continued to be an asset to her clan during her role as a medicine cat.
Manner of Death: Died protecting kits from a pack of rogues.

 

[lavs]

✧ name: darkflame [ darkstar ]
✧ age (at death): 90 moons
✧ previous clan: shadowclan
✧ previous rank: leader/deputy or warrior

✧ appearance: a lh torbie with low white, golden eyes and a scarred face. darkflame is a lithe but muscular tabby she-cat. her pelt is mostly brown and black stripes, dappled with ginger. her honey golden eyes are almond shaped, and her left eye is scarred over and blind from a fox attack. with a muscular body and pelt littered with scars, she can be quite intimidating, although she is not the largest cat out there.
personality: this is a motherly cat with a fire of protection burning within her. she was in tune with her clan in life, a very present member, someone who would check in with each clanmate regularly. she was caring and intelligent, invested in the wellbeing of those around her. outspoken, stubborn, and calculating, she would often be involved in the inner workings of the clan, and (if leader) made her way to leadership due to the love of her clanmates. in starclan, she is a trustworthy and caring guide, who has a renewed interest in her former clan, and severe distaste for the corruption it is currently experiencing.
notable events: half clan - born to a riverclan dam and a shadowclan sire, her mother gave her to her father when she was old enough to walk. shortly after, her mother died of greencough, so she never was able to know her. she grew up extremely loyal to shadowclan, sometimes even forgetting her half-clan heritage, although others did not. in her early apprenticehood, her father was killed by a monster on the thunderpath. with no siblings and dead parents, she made her own family, adopting lost children in her warriorhood.
✧ manner of (final) death: died saving an apprentice from an enemy warrior on the thunderpath.
✧ other: def not a sorrelfire/sorrelstar copy,,, def not,,,

 

[tasmagoric]

NAME: Morningdapple (morningstar)
AGE: 30 Moons (death)
PREVIOUS AFFILIATION: Thunderclan
PREVIOUS RANK: Warrior (Deputy? Leader?)
APPEARANCE: LH chocolate tortie with high white and brilliant green eyes very muscular and wide set with long tendrils of orange, black, and white. The patches are rounded and dapple across her back, hips, shoulders, neck and head. Her paws are rounded and large with multicolored claws of black and white.
PERSONALITY: Morningdapple was a stoic faced and reserved cat who believed in action over words. Her blunt honesty often made diplomacy challenging but her sincerity and dedication earned her respect. She had a deep love for storytelling and listening to others' experiences, which gave her a strong understanding of her clanmates perspectives. Tirelessly hardworking, she pushed herself past her limits, often to the point of exhaustion or injury. Despite her intimidating exterior, she was a gentle, kind soul who thrived when helping others.
LIFE: She was a rock of a cat in life. Morningdapple carried the burdens of others willingly, never complaining, and found fulfillment in making herself useful. In harsher moons, she would often take on extra duties atop her own. Such as kitsitting, training, border patrols, or even nighttime scouting. It was difficult to get her to settle down and rest even when ill. Just to ease the weight on her Clanmates' shoulders. / If Morningdapple had been leader, her reign would have been marked by selflessness. She would have struggled with public speaking and relied heavily on her deputy to lead meetings. Preferring to focus on ceremonies and direct interactions with her Clanmates. Her leadership style would have centered on maintaining peace, ensuring her warriors respected boundaries, and punishing disobedience with additional labor or late-night duties. She would have spent her granted lives freely valuing the safety and security of her Clan above her own existence. Her newfound connection with Starclan would have been deeply personal and affirming, solidifying her resolve to give all she had to protect her loved ones.
DEATH: Her friend's kits were due to earn their new names and midway into the ceremony a panic broke out across the camp. A large dog had broken loose from their two legs while walking through the territory and rampaged into the clearing. Its beady eyes gunned for the smallest in their group as cats ran left and right. In a split-second decision, she had flung herself at the intruder to spare the lives of the apprentices. She went down screeching and clawing in her last moments and was able to save the cats she treasured most.
HAPPIEST MOMENT: When her friend named one of her kits after her. She had never felt more loved or more proud.

 

[nya]

NAME: Whiteflame
RANK & CLAN: Queen & ThunderClan
DETAILS & HISTORY: A white splashed red lynx point; stocky by design but unusually graceful beneath the undergrowth. Once regarded as one of the better apprentices of her generation, however her efforts noticeably fell short after she began requesting patrols to the RiverClan border. Even when locked in battle, she seemed to bare only mercy upon her opponents; her nickname quickly became Softpaws after she let a pretty awful offender escape.

Once accused of loving a cat outside of the Clan, Whiteflame became somewhat of a recluse within her own home. Once bubbly and personable, she distanced herself from the ridicule of her community. Her lover from across the border, a RiverClan cat named Blacksnow warned her of StarClan's misdeeds and mischief. While still believing in them herself, hopeful they will forgive her, Whiteflame tells Blacksnow that she is pregnant. She will not reveal the parentage of her litter but she will raise them to be strong, uniquely unprejudiced warriors.

Unbeknownst to her, Blacksnow begins to have fearful nightmares predicting her death and the death of their litter. She is unable to prepare or warn her own medicine cat due to the distance, and out of fear of being mistreated by said medicine cat, Whiteflame kits alone. Complications arise and by the time she is found, it is too late. Whiteflame passes due to childbirth, as does her litter. This news reaches Blacksnow via a mournful gathering detail, leading her lover down a horrible route in response.

 

[velou]

NAME: Creekwater (Creekstar)
AGE (AT DEATH): 23 moons
PREVIOUS RANK: Leader/Deputy or Warrior
APPEARANCE: Short haired blue spotted tabby with low white and stormy blue eyes. (Yes I threw this together fast but it's just the idea waghhhh) A long limbed tom with sleek fur. The only noteworthy thing in terms of appearance is his white mane that accentuates his long neck. His build is not stocky but there is a little bit of muscle.
PERSONALITY: Creek is a kind, clumsy, caring, compassionate, and languid tom. He was particularly caring and compassionate towards kits and apprentices, even strangers. It was noted by several within his clan, as well as those outside of his clan. Though, it goes without saying that his compassion and care were taken advantage of at times. Creek is no fool, he has always known that such traits could bite him the back. However, he is empathetic and merciful to those who have taken advantage of his kindness or have wronged him. It goes without saying that he is quite forgiving. He is also friendly and laid back.
LIFE: A tom born from a cross clan relationship. His mother a Riverclanner and his father a Windclanner. However, he never knew of his real father. The whole time he along with everyone else within the clan assumed his real father had been another Riverclanner as he shared a certain likeness to Jaggedstone. It also helped that his mother had been in a relationship the entire time with Jaggedstone as well. None were aware that he was a product of an affair until after his warrior ceremony, in which his mother pulled him aside to tell him the truth of his blood. Understandably, he was beyond upset. He could not forgive his mother, but he couldn't bear to tell the man that he called father this whole time that they were not related in any capacity. Soon, the Riverclan would battle an Windclan in which his mother lost his life. Initially he felt relief, only to have guilt eat away at him. It was from this point forward he decided to forgive those who have wronged him. A trait that still follows him in death. In all, he lived a typical clan life. He didn't cause trouble and did what was required of him. If he had been leader than his main priority has always been the future (kits and apprentices). To the warriors and older members of the clan it may have been seen as him having favoritism, but it was far from it. He knew deep down that it was their job to teach their young and shape them into fine warriors to a brighter future.
MANNER OF (FINAL) DEATH: Saw an apprentice from an enemy clan wandering in the outskirts of Riverclan territory, but noted the distress from said apprentice. Instead of chasing off the apprentice or escorting them away, he decided to spend time with the apprentice and console them. Assuming that the apprentice was fine, he had turned his back from them for a moment. It was then that the apprentice who he had helped betrayed him by striking him in the back of his head. Creek had fallen in river as a result and subsequently drowned by the very same apprentice he had helped.
OTHER: Uhhh hiiii wavessss, i yapped perhaps.