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𓆩 ♱ 𓆪⠀₊˙ blessed is the man who doesn't walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in yahweh's law. on his law he meditates day and night. he will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. whatever he does shall prosper. the wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away. therefore the wicked shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous. “ for yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish. “

why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot a vain thing? the kings of the earth take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against yahweh, and against his anointed, saying, «let's break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us.» he who sits in the heavens will laugh. the lord will have them in derision. then he will speak to them in his anger, and terrify them in his wrath: “yet i have set my king on my holy hill of zion. ” i will tell of the decree. yahweh said to me, “ you are my son. today i have become your father. ask of me, and i will give the nations for your inheritance, the uttermost parts of the earth for your possession. you shall break them with a rod of iron. you shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel. “now therefore be wise, you kings. be instructed, you judges of the earth. serve yahweh with fear, and rejoice with trembling. give sincere homage to the son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. blessed are all those who take refuge in him.


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  • BONEPAW⠀⠀ —————— ⠀⠀ graveyard child.
    f. she / her, apprentice of thunderclan. fluffy blue / black chimera with sour apple eyes. small - framed, bonepaw stands just beneath the average height if her clan with silken fur falling heavy over thick, athletic muscle. she is broad and sturdy despite the prim, postured way in which she holds herself. bubbly and excitable, though slightly muted down since the sudden death of her father.

    − eight moons, ages realistically. smells like soil and overripe fruit.
    − lesbian, single. mentor to be decided, voiced by taylor momsen.
    penned by antlers​


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  • MARROWPAW —————— marshland menace.
    m. he / him. apprentice of shadowclan, son of briarstar and amber. spiky black bicolor with ghost rosettes and sunburst orange eyes. inheriting his mothers sharp features and his fathers hulking, sturdy frame,

    — bisexual, single. smells like rotting leaves and asphalt.
    − eight months old, mentored by shadetooth ;
    penned by antlers​

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    ❝ cicadas bury themselves in small mouths of the tree's hollow, lie against the bark - tongues like amulets, though i am praying i might shake off this skin and be raised from the ground again. i have nothing to confess. i don't yet know that i possess a body built for love. when the wind grazes its way to something colder, you too will be changed. one life abrades another, rough cloth, expostulation. when i open my mouth, I AM LIKE AN INSECT UNDRESSING ITSELF. ❞
    richie hofmann, idyll .

  • cicada / suh • cae • da / n . a large homopterous insect with long transparent wings, occurring chiefly in warm countries, seen as a symbol of resurrection. the male cicada makes a loud shrill droning noise by vibrating two membranes on its abdomen.


    — CICADASTAR ; distant cicada, cicadathroat / cisgender male ; he, him, his pronouns only
    ➥ born song of distant cicada as a testament to his mothers attempted ' rebirth ' after his arrival, as well as the thundering hum of said insect lingering just beyond the oak that newleaf. collects shells and wings when he can find them in her honor, using them to decorate his fur and nest. -star was given to him by starclan as he took control of the river territories.
    — moth drawn to light xx unknown kittypet ; brother to wasprattle / chaotic neutral
    — leader of riverclan / unwaveringly loyal, individual trusts difficult to earn but absolute / former marshlander
    — speaks with a smooth, dark german accent w north upper saxon dialect with stronger low german features
    — thirty nine months old, ages realistically / cancer sun, virgo moon, libra rising / vc: thomas kretschmann
    — heartchart / pinterest / playlist —————————————— ❝ ALLES PASSIERT, WIE ES PASSIEREN MUSS ❞



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    tall, handsome curly black smoke/tortoiseshell chimera w pale blue eyes / reference
    marble. ivory - cut and apollyon, this oriental mix stands nearly a head above the majority of his colony mates ; a thin, willowy creature, all edges and ice - cut perfection. he seems cut from the stars themselves, sloping, looming curve of night. over his form is a coat of rich, deep black smoke that shades darker as it ventures down his limbs, cut with interconnecting rivers of porcelain like moonlight peering ominously through darkened canopies. his pelt is slightly wavy and silken to the touch, notably curling around longer around the ruff of his chest and over the bony lift of his hindquarters. these curls fall in loose, messy ringlets in places his fur is longer ; cascading down in soft rivulets from his chest, tail and rear.

    agony embeds in dark corners, memories hidden behind setting suns and dark storm clouds –– demon dripped in secondhand divinity and yet he bears that proudly, raven wings haphazardly stapled to the arch of his shoulderblades. ice - laden blue eyes and lids a perpetually calm half - mast, dark lashes descend from their downturned curvature, deepening the arch just beneath his browbone. his structure sings a feral sort of hymnal, presenting an almost dangerous sort of beauty veiling what monstrosities lie beneath the ivory of his skull. jutting jawline and a squared chin, sunken cheeks drawing a shadow beneath high, sharp cheekbones. tall, angular ears settle atop the flatter slope of his cranium. he is beautiful ; lucifer in the eyes of an envious god. for all his looks, his expression is lax, void — corpse - eyed and hollow until spoken to. he is tall, lean, cut - glass pretty ; he smiles with too - many teeth and oh, he is sharklike. a predatory gracefulness from the lines that press the image of exhaustion beneath ice water hues to the slow, sure gait in which he walks, nameless strength poorly concealed within the hard lines of his physique. his throat is strong but slim, leading up into a square, neat jawline. the lines of his visage are well - structured, high but defined cheekbones and a chin that comes to a small point. his muzzle is slightly domed, long and narrow, with scarcely any perceptible stop while inclined in a fashion roman - nosed. high, sharp shoulderblades leading down into slim, birdlike arms, ending with thin, sharp - knuckled paws.
    ↳ generation one, carrying la perm curls​
  • positive : loyal, charismatic, altruistic, intense, refined, overly empathetic. negative : explosive anger, dramatic, cowardice, condescending, overprotective, possessive / he, smooth as wine, sweet as honey, a being a darkness within the darkness. he has layers, complex and interesting and as if by his very own nature, he is both the poet and the language one spins. syllables in shades of black, velvet lining his raw throat and silver dripping from burst taste buds all caged in age - reddened ivory ; above all else, cicada is charismatic. a smooth - talker at heart, with a way of lowering the guard of those around him with his abrupt, open conversation. despite his disarming tone and demeanor, the mottled tom himself will not be caught opening up to anyone without a fight. ultimately distrustful, he tends to keep his emotions close, pressing each budding feeling back through the wire - thin spokes of his ribcage ; choking on orange lilies and hydrangea, stuffing the thrashing songbird in his esophagus into silence.

    cicada cares deeply for those around him, almost cripplingly so ; he bears the pain of others both emotional and physical through no fault of their own, despite their relationship. time has adjusted him to the horrors of this world and he does his best to prevent others from suffering the same way he had ; as a result, he has a substantial soft spot for children, and has a tendency to take any youth under his wing. he is abundantly altruistic and self - sacrficing to a fault, engaging in reckless activity in the mere instance that it would help a situation even fractionally. born before the formation of the colony, cicadas beliefs fall somewhere in the grey area. having adopted and harbored a fight to survive mindset for so long, his idea of good and bad are noticeably blurred ; he does what he believes is best and acts on instinct, which can go equally good or bad depending.

    cicada holds himself with a even grace, ever - collected and calm most of the time . . or, he makes an attempt to be. he holds himself with an intensity that cant help but betray, passion brimming behind icewater eyes and demure smile. he is a refined beauty, proud and tall and harbors a force within him balancing precariously on the edge with razor sharp consistency ; an anger. a deep, visceral, bitter fury that wretches itself violently from his chest. a rage he acquired from his mother, all - encompassing and paralyzing. his tongue is wickedly sharp if given the chance, claws and teeth not to be mentioned, and he will not fight fair. with these intense episodes come varying seconds of blackout in which he lashes out with force, never lasting more than ten seconds at most. during these episodes, he is extremely prone to fits of violence in which anyone around him is at risk.

    as a result, he tends to distract himself with hobbies ; botany, most notably. a coward, he shies away from most physical violence unless absolutely needed. he is far from the brutish ferals he'd grown with, and tends to fight quick and messily. at a severe disadvantage to larger enemies and tends to avoid them at all costs, relying on speed and agility, explosive surprise moves, favoring claws. he is not highly trained in offensive moves and fights unfairly as a result, usually goes immediately for the throat or back-of-the-neck killing bites if he’s capable. he is protective of the marshers to an almost self destructive point, and wildly possessive of those residing within.
    — small scar over his left eyebrow, barely visible. thick scars on his underbelly.
    ENFJ - T | ❝ this type's secret weapon is their purity of intent. generally speaking, they are motivated by a sincere wish to do the right thing rather than a desire to manipulate or have power over other people. even when they disagree with someone, protagonists search for common ground. the result is that people with this personality type can communicate with an eloquence and sensitivity that are nearly impossible to ignore – particularly when they speak about matters that are close to their hearts. ❞
  • SINGLE ; homosexual, homoromantic / difficulty falling in love, trusts slowly but entirely / ½ SMOKECADA
    — no children / father figure to quietpaw and pumpkinpaw / wants a litter eventually
    — physical health : 100%, no illnesses. mental and emotional health : 60% / attack in #171717
    ⤷ combat difficulty is hard to severe ; combat points calculated using dicemaiden on discord. his physical health tends to drop and rise sporadically , and he tends to acquire a myriad of injuries when living his day to day life. most injuries are simple wear - and - tear marks along his body, primarily around his arms, in the form of minor lacerations and bruising. usually, his health will not dip beneath sixty without having experienced a major injury or illness. if ill or healing from a large injury, i ask you not to engage him in combat unless plotted out with me first. any unplotted attacks in this case will be ignored!
    — courting smokethroat, head over heels / unaddressed feelings for houndsnarl
    trusts : houndsnarl, smokethroat, willowroot / distrusts : sootstar, buckgait, pitchstar
    close friends with bonejaw, houndsnarl, smokethroat, willowroot, ashpaw
    — grieves for pumpkinpaw,

  • his past is not one of love. family a foreign thought, friends scarce. born to a mother too blinded by rose - colored goggles to see the pampered kittypet she'd mated wouldn't stay, by the promise of a life beyond the spoils of the street to care for the life growing within. moth drawn to light, a beautiful molly, was born to a show pedigree only.. slightly defected. a kink in her tail and overtyped features, she was placed on the streets one bareleaf afternoon unceremoniously, tucked into a cardboard box somewhere along the streets of the uk on their way to drop her sibling off at his new, loving home. greedy, money - hungry twolegs with little regard for the wonky kitten left her to perish. managing to get out of the box, four month old moth ventures the streets, doing what she can to survive the wicked living conditions and new are she'd found herself stranded in, taking up with a band of ferals for a short period of time before moving on to the next nest she could scrounge up.

    she meets brookshire's church " sometimes dead is better " on chance ; a lean, curl - laden tom hailing from a beautiful, haughty line of la perms, who took too much interest in her rough - n - tumble life. he boasts of how his twolegs allow him on the streets, all bravado and charm. he boasts of his life, his home, his ability to go wherever he pleased and still have the safety of a twoleg nest to return to. he spoke of freedom, and loneliness, and moth falls for him almost immediately. her knight in shining armor, her savior. he swore to the molly he would get his owners to take her in, she was a pedigree after all. they romanced beneath the full moon, all bathed in porcelain, and moth truly believed she'd fallen in love, her chest bursting with warmth and light once they mated and he drew a tongue over her sleek ear, murmuring promises of a life beyond what she'd struggled with for so long. they spent the next seven sunrises together, lounging in comfort in a small, abandoned nest, knowing only the company of eachother. moth falls asleep curled into his side, nose tucked into dark curls and breathing in the scent of a life she could have known this whole time.

    the next day, he was gone

    moth was devastated. even more so when, shortly after, she began to experience an unfamiliar sickness and growth in her stomach signaling the culviation of that week alone with the tom who'd betrayed her so heavily. frantic, the molly joins up with a colony living just around the overgrown twoleg nest they'd shared, settling into the promise of food, shelter, and help with the kittens now absorbing what little prey the colony offered. it was not an easy life, living amongst the wreckage of a human's previous life, nestled deep within the old, rusting metals of gutted vehicles lost to time. hidden beneath the rotting cellar wood or beneath trash mountainous and aged enough to nearly form solid, it was far from glamorous. cicada was born beneath a copper - rusted pipe jutting crooked from wood panel walls, in a box not dissimilar to the one his mother had been abandoned in, new life amongst the dank mildew. he bore dark curls, with a bold, roman nose and ears much like hers. if she had hesitated before slowly, groggily nipping his sac open, no one was around to see it.

    his mother, still a stray amongst the streets of the city and burdened with an extra mouth to feed, paid him little mind as he aged. it was a tough life ; moth attempted to make life somewhat enjoyable for the youth, and cicada, starved of most affection, lapped it eagerly from her paws. taught to fear most of his fellow colony members, he lived the majority of his first couple of months in hiding, living off his mother's milk and what prey she offered him once his teeth began to cause too much of an issue for her. at roughly eight months, one of the colony's members changed; for now, he is left only with fleeting memories of gnashing teeth and white, sparkling foam oozing slow from wide, sharpened teeth. he remembers fear, a sickness, but little else.

    his memories pick back up at roughly eleven months, in which hare whiskers found him and offered him a home amongst the marshers, offering a safe place to stay and enough distance from the city for the bicolor to rest comfortably. he resides there still today.


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── ⠀ ⠀LIFE'S⠀ FLAME⠀/ overview aesthetic mentality interaction plots ㅤೀ

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    ❝ i am a forest fire. i am the fire and i am the forest and i am a witness watching it. i stand in a valley watching it, AND YOU ARE NOT THERE AT ALL. ❞
    mitski, a burning hill .

  • FRECKLE, n.
    ( freh • kul ) small flecks of discoloration, often brown or red in hue.
    lit. a result of consistent sunlight, freckles often symbolize the light of youth and freedom.


    FRECKLEPAW ; frecklekit, freckleflame / cisgender female ; she & her pronouns only
    ➥ dubbed frecklekit by rabbitnose after her father, sunfreckle, and for the splotches of vibrant ginger that flecks her form. -flame after her father and exuberant personality, as well as sunningrocks, where she will hunt most often.
    — sunfreckle xx rabbitnose ; sister to mousepaw, sparkpaw, mossykit, dovekit / chaotic good
    — apprentice of thunderclan / open - minded, but wary of outsiders
    — eight months, ages realistically / voice: madeline peters as scootaloo
    — toyhouse / pinterest / spotify —————— ❝ STARING INTO OPEN FLAME ❞



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    fluffy red tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes ᨒ smells like warm stone and oak leaves. warmth. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant ginger patches across her form, interwoven in mottled patches of red and black. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected to rival her parents, with large, round paws and long, tabby - splotched limbs. as she grows, kittish fuzz with lengthen, leaving her bulk thick and fluffy, concealing the toned muscle beneath in swathes of red - orange.
    ↳ generation two, carrying vitiligo​
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    positive: confident, athletic, strong - willed, intelligent neutral: curious, empathetic, mellow, respectful negative: obsessive, strange, hot-headed, impulsive ♱ upon first meeting her, one would assume frecklepaw to be a bit rude ; reckless, and carelessly throwing herself into situations she doesn't belong much to everyone elses' exasperation. she’s nosy, a bit of a brat who doesn't seem to know how to hold her tongue when crucial, despite her tenacity and willingness to learn. she is confident, raised by two loving parents, not so much as considering that she is any less talented than they have always said. she does not seem to learn from past mistakes regardless of how many times she will make them, tending to disobey her superiors when she ( often wrongly ) assumes she can do something better. unorthodox, buoyant , and incredibly wild-spirited — and competitive, ever set on her dreams to become a warrior of thunderclan, defending her home. blunt when speaking and unafraid to deal out some harsh truths to which, at times, she doesn't seem to realize, making her appear inadvertently apathetic. As a result of this , she can't foresee whether or not her words will deal some kind of damage with her inability to beat around the bush concerning delicate issues, but, due to her empathetic nature and her fathers consistent ‘ behave yourself ‘s, ultimately she tries to throw in some reassurance to soften the blow.

    despite her outward mean girl attitude, frecklepaw is also rumored to be a bit strange beneath her preppy, prim attitude. venturing out with her father early on in life has given her a fixation on all sorts of creepy crawlies and fungi, often found flipping rocks and burrowing for the grubs underneath.


    • tends to go mushroom hunting with rabbitnose, picked up an interest in bugs while doing so. collects shells and wings when she can.
    • will grow into a hobby trophy hunter, highly athletic and shows it off.
    • excellent snake hunter. hoping to find a mentor that can really shape her into a warrior favoring both hunting and combat. weak in stealth, swimming, and tree hunting.
    ENFJ - T | ❝ this type's secret weapon is their purity of intent. generally speaking, they are motivated by a sincere wish to do the right thing rather than a desire to manipulate or have power over other people. even when they disagree with someone, protagonists search for common ground. the result is that people with this personality type can communicate with an eloquence and sensitivity that are nearly impossible to ignore – particularly when they speak about matters that are close to their hearts. ❞
    — perky goth
  • SINGLE ; homosexual, homoromantic / hopeless romantic
    — physical health : 100%, no illnesses. mental and emotional health : 60% / attack in #ffe6b6
    ⤷ combat difficulty is hard to severe ; combat points calculated using dicemaiden on discord.
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    close friends with tbd, tbd, tbd.
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  • FRECKLEPAW —————— forest fire.
    f. she / her. apprentice of thunderclan, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. fluffy cream tabby / tortoiseshell chimera with seaglass eyes. her namesake shows shows himself in shades of vibrant ginger patches across her form, interwoven in mottled patches of red and black. unspecified maine coon heritage from sunfreckle’s side brings her to a size expected to rival her parents, with large, round paws and long, tabby - splotched limbs. as she grows, kittish fuzz has lengthened, leaving her bulk thick and fluffy, concealing the toned muscle beneath in swathes of red - orange.

    — lesbian, single. smells like warm stone and oak leaves.
    − six months, voiced by madeline peters as scootaloo.
    penned by antlers​

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  • COBWEBTAIL ———— lamb of god ; m. he/they. thirty one months old. howling wind x gray wolf. pale blue tabby bicolor with unnerving sapphire eyes. apollonian, his structure sings a feral sort of hymnal — jutting jawline and a squared chin, sunken cheeks drawing a shadow beneath high, sharp cheekbones. for all his looks, his expression is often lax, corpse - eyed and absent, in the same state of perpetual oddness as a smile that doesn't quite reach. he is tall, lean, cut - glass pretty ; he smiles with too - many teeth, a predatory gracefulness from the lines that press the image of exhaustion beneath mottled hues to the slow, sure gait in which he walks, hereditary strength concealed within the lamb - soft lines of his physique.

    — single. smells like milkweed and oak.
    − bisexual, biromantic ; voiced by jeff buckley
    penned by antlers​
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magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings & spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes & barbed wire.

the sickly sweet scent of oleander flower.

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  • MARROWPAW —————— marshland menace.
    m. he / him. apprentice of shadowclan, son of briarstar and amber. lanky black bicolor with ghost rosettes and sunburst orange eyes. inheriting his mothers sharp features, his fathers frame and his family’s trademark spiky fur, marrowpaw can be mistaken for nothing but true shadowclan. sly and brimming with false confidence, an objectively good - looking feline ; he stands a hair taller than most, and bearing a remarkable resemblance to both his aunt bone and late brother pitchstar in structure and coat. whip - like, long and coltish with legs lined with hard, wiry muscle beneath an ever - ruffled pelt, marrowpaw is wild, untamed in both looks and attitude, and ever self - assured.

    — bisexual, single. smells like rotting leaves and asphalt.
    — apprentice, voiced by skeet ulrich as billy loomis
    − eleven months old, mentored by shadetooth ;
    penned by antlers​

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