My life? Let's start with a name. You can really call me anything you want, but I prefer Flowaz. I am immortal. I live in the Universe. I like imagining, dreaming, and believing; dislike emptiness. My friends are Love, Kindness, Happiness, and Hope. I don't like to have enemies, but nevertheless they exist as Hatred, Fear, and Loss. And that's all there is to know.
Hopestar Cricketpaw Sunsetberry
Forestblaze Caterpillarleaf Curiouskit
Bloodyrose Cursedsoul Corruptedheart
Contra Battyl Ever/Adelaide Cobalt Fawn Meddo Melody Jade
A contradicting battle. Always. A breath-takingly gorgeous girl that's a little taller than average, with soft and shimmering auburn hair that has a fiery glint to it. Her eyes, however, are a calm and soothing blue. "Bipolar" isn't really the right word, but she is subject to switch moods, flashing fury one moment and a depressed kindness at another. It's ironic, really, that her abilities are firebending and waterbending. The use of either as well as how she dresses, depends on her mood. She can wear really emo-looking outfits to old-fashioned frilly dresses to very revealing modern clothes. She's sixteen, and has, technically, known love. Actually, she can be a pretty capable and successful flirt. There's no problem finsing boys, it's just the concept of finding the right boy that's been a dilemma. All she wants is someone to love her despite her emotional issues, to hold her when she feels so isolated and alone. That's all she wants. Is that too much to ask?
A girl of few words, Ever has short dark caramel hair and light gray clouds for eyes. When she does speak, it is usually of profound importance. She lost her parents in a car crash when she was twelve years old. The only reason she and her younger sister, who was only four at the time, survived the crash was because they were in the back seat. Their parents had died instantly. The agencies were planning on separating the young sisters to put them up for adoption, but having only each other, she took her sister and ran away to avoid being alone. They have been “on the run” since then, five years later. Ever adores her younger sister, Adelaide, with a feirce, protective passion, similar to a mother. The girls do not keep secrets from each other, and as a result of having no one else after so long, they have come to share a deep connection. Neither one has bending abilities, but they have found, much to their amazement, that they also share a telepathic link along with all the pain and loss and loneliness. Ever has received her father’s intelligence, but she secretly prefers her sister's beauty over her brains. Her appearance contrasts her sister's, leading some to believe they are not even related. She keeps to herself most of the time to avoid revealing her and her sister’s status as runaways. She is a practical girl, seeing things literally. Often she tells her sister of what little she remembers of their parents, partly so Adelaide can remember, and partly so she herself doesn't forget.
A mostly quiet girl, Adelaide has flouncy starch white blond hair and sea green jewels for eyes. She lost her parents in a car crash when she was four years old, and suffers from the pain and guilt of not remembering them. The only reason she and her older sister, who was twelve at the time, survived the crash was because they were in the back seat. Their parents had died instantly. The agencies were planning on separating the young sisters to put them up for adoption, but having only each other, they ran away to avoid being alone. They have been “on the run” since then, five years later. Adelaide loves her older sister dearly, and having not known her own parents, sees Ever as her mother. The girls do not keep secrets from each other, and as a result of having no one else after so long, they have come to share a deep connection. Neither one has bending abilities, but they have found, much to their amazement, that they also share a telepathic link along with all the pain and loss and loneliness. Adelaide has received her mother’s beauty, but she envies her sister’s intelligence – sometimes she feels like she’s not good enough, believing her sister deserves more. Her appearance contrasts her sister's, leading some to believe they are not even related. She keeps to herself most of the time to avoid revealing her and her sister’s status as runaways. She likes to "play pretend"; to fantasize and daydream, most often about her parents and a better life. She relies on Ever’s spoken memories of their parents to know them.
A fourteen-year-old girl with chestnut brown hair that falls just past her shoulders and warm eyes of brownish-hazel along with freckles dotting her face. Fawn is shy and quiet around people she's not familiar with; awkward. On the contrary, however, once she gets to know someone she can be very outgoing and fun to be around. This side of her is less known than the former, though. Her name suits her; she like a fawn, timid and gentle and loving of the outdoors. She is a good student, being very studious. Her grades are very important to her, though she has no idea what she wants to be when she's older. She possessed the power to bend plants, something she is happy about. Her parents are nice, supportive people, but she doesn't share as deep connection with them. She has a compassionate, sympathetic nature and is actually quite beautiful, inside and out. She's just too modest to admit it, much less see the truth. She often catches herself daydreaming, fantasizing about fairy-tales and romances and the like. It wouldn't seem so, but she is an absolute sucker for romance and love. But that's what happens when one wants it so bad.
A pretty girl with a pale complexion and a face outlined by her ebony tendrils of wavy hair. Bearing a rather unusual fashion sense and soft blue eyes, she's not one to speak much. Silence is typical for her - except, of course, when she's beside the piano. That's when she's in a whole other world, the notes of countless songs flying off her fingers effortlessly. If she is a quiet person in the background, then she is the spotlight on the piano keys. When she does speak, she's not afraid to tell it like it is, though she is equally capable of lying as well. Now at the age of eighteen, her longing wish is to go to Juilliard when high school is finished. She has been learning piano ever since she was four, both her parents having been musicians. Unfortunately, they both died in a car crash when she was eight. The orphanage she was sent to was able to fulfill her thirst with music, though, and she learned to move on through the notes. People don't often approach her; music is her friend, her companion, her way of expressing herself when nothing else succeeds.
Compassionate, smart and brave is only the beginning. She's a beautiful pale brown she-cat with soft fur and a white underbelly along with white splotches dappling her pelt. She has brilliant sparkling blue eyes that see both sides of the problem. She's a kind, considerate leader that cares for the weakest elder to the smallest kit, but she doesn't believe she deserves the position. She never knew her parents but Peacestar has been the closest cat to a father she ever had. Ever since she was a kit, she's shown excellent promise to be a great warrior. However, she only controlled another cat's bending once before, as she doesn't feel comfortable in doing it unless it's to save a life. She's soft-spoken but is always heard by others and is an inspiring speaker. A wise strategist, she is always thinking of new ways to help her Clan and the other Clans as well. She sees no point in shedding blood over mouse-brained issues and is a strong believer in both peace and StarClan.The first part of her name, Hope, comes from her gift to strike hope into the hearts of many by just being her. Her secret greatest dream is to bring hope to all the Clans that peace between them can be restored, and she is determined to do so.
A pretty black she-cat with a brown underbelly, ear-tips and tail-tip and bright green eyes. She's very energetic and is often bouncing around the camp with nothing to do except babble to her Clanmates. She's also very optimistic and can see the bright side of just about anything. She has many friends and hates when fighting can come between friends, which is why she loves Peace Clan. She has a talent for guessing other cats' emotions, and always wants to help others. A great hunter and fairly good fighter, she has a secret tragic past. When she was a new-born kit, her mother died giving birth to her and her father died of illness shortly after. She keeps her optimistic attitude to try to keep her spirits, and others', up.
A mottled golden and yellow she-cat with bright green eyes. She's very wise, and is a formidable opponent. She was a rogue known as Sunset when Peacestar, Peace back then, found her and offered her to join the Clan of peace he was creating. Hating the battle-hungry life of a rogue, she agreed to follow him. She became a warrior, and after many moons she retired to a Council member, where she is happy to give her advice and tell the kits and apprentices stories of the past.
A gray she-cat with fur that sparkles in the sun. Her eyes are like emerald-set jewels that glitter with mischief. She enjoys sun-bathing on warm rocks that she likes to bend. A fair hunter, the thing she really excels at is fighting - that, and getting in trouble caused by her mischievious nature. She's pretty tough for a she-cat, and some joke that she's more of a tom. She likes tagging on any adventures toms have, and "love" is not something that crosses her mind. Actually, she sees it as more of a useless burden, and is terrified of falling in love, ever. But one would never guess it.
A very cute brown she-cat with warm, sweet brown-blue eyes. She is always smiling at the littlest of things, and is happy at every small miracle. She cares for everyone and always offers her paw for help. Never thinking of herself, she is utterly selfless, giving all she has to others. She's an orphan, but by the way she acts one would never guess it. Very modest, she blushes and gets embarrassed easily, but it's adorable when she panics. She has a rare gift of adding that special something to anything. Even though she's older now, she still resembles a young she-cat. Unknowingly she attracts many toms to fall in love with her by who she is. Her happiness comes from everyone else's happiness; her happiness is everyone's happiness.
A pretty brown and gray she-cat with bright intelligent green eyes. She is very stubborn and hardly ever changes her mind once it's made up. She's also very determined and works very hard to be the absolute best she can ever be - and beyond that. Having a sort of playful, joking nature at times, she's a fun she-cat to be around, and is well-liked and respected among the Clan.
A light tan she-cat with dark green eyes and a blue-gray caterpillar shaped marking over her left eye. She is kind and considerably lazy and prefers to lounge around, but don't let this fool you. When she wants to, she can be very swift and a dangerous enemy. Her specialty is bending poison plants to attack her victims, whether it be on the battlefield, her prey, or her rivals.
An inquisitive she-cat with tousled orange tabby fur and sky blue eyes. As her name suggests, she is extremely curious, and can't seem to get enough answers without provoking more questions. Very bouncy and impatient, she can be rather unknowingly impulsive. These snap-decisions can lead to poor results on her part, but she bounces right back, immediately with the usual questioning. Contemplating is just her natural self.
A glossy black she-cat with very dark amber eyes. In the sunlight, her fur has a rosy tint to it, like blood. She uses her blood bending to stop a rushing wound if necessary, or to keep a cat still. She cares for the sick and injured, but if she feels they can survive without help, then she won't help them. Kindness and compassion are rarely shown in her. Most of the time, she's dark and mysterious, answering only to her leader through clenched teeth.
A very pretty white-ish gray she-cat with black speckles all over and washed-out, faded amber eyes. She always seems to have on a pained expression, and appears sad. She feels cursed by her power, her bending a burden that separates her from everyone else. She hates her abilities, and often feels left out, unwanted, unloved. A monster. She never uses her awful powers unless she is forced to, though she holds great promise in bending. She knows she will never truly fit in, but she deeply and desparately wants someone to love her, not for her bending, but for herself.
Quite lovely in looks, Corruptedheart holds shining green eyes and a mottled tan and brown pelt. But her eyes do not shine in happiness. No, they glimmer in thought as her mind works out another evil plan. She never knew her mother, but her father was a cruel cat, molding his only daughter's heart and mind with cruel intentions. Having never known good, she is always evil and always scheming. It is only a matter of time, she feels, before her masterplan can be put into action.
Soft swirls of gray lightly decorate this she-cat's ghostly pale white pelt. Eyes of pure sapphire, she is inevitabley gorgeous. Who can not be charmed by her dazzling looks or her stunning, flawless features? She can. She loathes her looks, if she can feel anything at all, that is. Emotions are foreign to her; her face remains a placid stone, untouchable. Hardly anyone can reach her state of unfeeling, her numb disposition. She is merely just there, an ignored, lifeless ghost among the living. It is said that she wasn't always this way, that something changed her. But the question remains of what impacted her so, of what made her change. It is also said that even she does not know herself.
A younger orphan she-cat, about apprentice-aged. One word; alluring. This is a she-cat that no tom can resist. Silky white fur, deep golden eyes - your perfect flirt. She is the ideal loner, leading on toms from anywhere - Clans, other loners, rogues, kittypets - you name them, she's got them wrapped around her paw. Toms fall for her without even trying; one look at her and they're long gone, without a chance. It's impossible not to swoon over her, and once she flirts with you, even the most uncaring, stubborn, selfish, coldest tom is downright passionately in love with her. Absolutely irresistable, she is not only perfect in looks, charms, and intelligence, but also as a loner. There is a reason that, after all those suitors, she has never settled down, found a home. Oh yes, she's a drop-dead gorgeous flirt, and absolutely, every tom has fallen for her. But that's all she stays for. After they have pledged their hearts, their souls, their lives for her, she is simply gone; wandering along until she reaches the next tom. Of course, countless of them have left their homes and set out to find her, the elusive swan, but she is too good. For she is truly a loner, a drifter. Here one day, gone the next. Flying on the wings of love that she may never truly find.
A she-cat with shorter, tough looking tan fur, that is unusually soft, as well as crystal-like green eyes. Her tan-colored fur originates from her father, Scorpionstar. Her vibrant green eyes reflect her grandfather's eyes, Dragonflywish. She is very slim, with long legs, which make her very fast. She has a wide range of emotions, most of which she chooses not to show. Her trust is hard to gain, and if gained, easy to lose. She likes to follow orders and rules, but only if they are given by someone she knows or trusts. If she trusts you, she will be at your side, no matter what the situation. Secretly, she wishes to please her father, Scorpionstar, and therefore tries her absolute best at being cruel, bloodthristy, evil, you get the idea. But she can never seem to be satisfied by his uninterest in her, which only ignites her inner fury more. This gives her a sort of bitter, sneering emotion and features, maring her otherwise beauty. She is constantly competing against all other cats of any age or caliber, but mainly, of course, her brother Apoca. Cats are naturally scared of her, even though she is at such a young age. It is simply the disposition she has gained from her father and she herself has fed while growing up. She is called "Rodite" for short.
A fiery-colored ginger she-cat with cold amber eyes and an attitude that matches her pelt. She is bitter toward all cats, but that bitter has frothed and boiled into an unmounted anger that is out of anyone's control. Her claws are always sharpened and her teeth always lethal. Without any reason, she will kill. She doesn't really favor KillerClan, but stays with them as it somewhat desires her hunger for death. Getting close is deadly. Her pelt holds hidden scars, however, of an abusive mother and father.
A soft gray she-cat with quite beautiful and intriguing blue eyes. She has a very.... enticing nature. Having been rejected as a kit and forced to live on her own ever since, Cruelty holds a stunning smile and a horrid heart. She has learned to use her alluring power over toms to get what she wants. Maybe one day she'll find true love, maybe not. But for now, is indifferent toward all suffering, and above all, she has very, very cruel intentions.
A rather beautiful and petite female Peregrine Falcon. She is usually silent, and one cannot even hear the ruffle of a feather as she flies. She is a deadly killer; she was born for the hunt. Few enemies cross her path and live. But around her flock, she is a different story; almost the exact opposite. She is a natural leader, and many raptors look up to her with respect. She has a soft spot for nestlings, and her one secret, longing wish is for a true family.
We shouldn't be friends. Its like so stupid how we added each other as friends......
We needed to add each other as sisters. Wetpaint needs to get that little buggy fixed. Cuz Friends does not fit the label of our relationship. ;D Luv ya bestest buddy <3 Hee hee Congrats on being a freshman :3 ~Wolfyz<3~!
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