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FERNCLOUD
Names: Fernkit, Fernpaw, Ferncloud
Rank: ThunderClan queen, StarClan warrior
Appearance: Pale gray she-cat with darker flecks of gray on her pelt and pale green eyes
Mother: Brindleface
Father: Unknown
Littermates: Ashfur, two unnamed kits
Siblings: Sandstorm, Ashfur, two unnamed kits
Mentor: Darkstripe, Longtail
Apprentice: None
Mate: Dustpelt
Kits: Spiderleg, Shrewpaw, Birchfall, Hollykit, Larchkit, Foxleap, Icecloud
Cause of Death: Killed in The Last Hope by Brokenstar while defending ThunderClan's kits
Introduced in: Into the Wild

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WILLOWPELT
Names: Willowkit, Willowpaw, Willowpelt
Rank: ThunderClan warrior, StarClan warrior
Appearance: Very pale gray she-cat with unusual blue eyes
Mother: Swiftbreeze
Father: Adderfang
Littermates: Redtail, Spottedleaf
Siblings: Patchpelt, Leopardfoot, Redtail, Spottedleaf
Mentor: Adderfang
Apprentice: None
Mate: Tawnyspots, Patchpelt, Whitestorm
Kits: Darkstripe, Graystripe, Rainwhisker, Sootfur, Sorreltail
Cause of Death: Her spine was crushed by a badger because she pushed Sootpaw (Sootfur) out of the way while on a patrol in Firestar's Quest
Introduced in: Into the Wild

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WHITESTORM
Names: Whitekit, Whitepaw, Whitestorm
Rank: ThunderClan deputy, StarClan warrior
Appearance: Large white tom with wide amber eyes
Mother: Snowfur
Father: Thistleclaw
Littermates: None
Siblings: None
Mentor: Patchpelt
Apprentice: Sandstorm, Brightheart
Mate: Willowpelt
Kits: Rainwhisker, Sootfur, Sorreltail
Cause of Death: Killed by Bone in The Darkest Hour during the battle against BloodClan
Introduced in: Into the Wild

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I really like how this one turned out too! i really think it's cuz i enjoy drawing new things. Either way. This is Cloudykit, one of the newest FireClan members. I look forward to drawing her cat more too! ^^

Done in Paint.NET

art and FireClan/Warriors Guild © me
Cloudykit © iRinCosplayer
warriors © erin hunter
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:iconcommentplz: please. i like comments. they make me feel like a good artist ^.^;;
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catching up on requests...two more to go (i think) for my gaia requests. still doing contest entry prizes (pikininja you need to tell me what you want...i think)

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art/fireclan/guild © me
scorchkit/paw/whatever his warrior name will be © scorchkit/greenpeace1212345
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Alrighty, the last of the Clan Leaders: Cursedstar! Like Cinderstar, Cursedstar was originally from MoonClan. Her name was Cursedsong, and she was actually Patchstar's deputy. One day though, Cursedstar received a sign from StarClan saying that she had to make a new Clan. She took a few members from each clan who had a similar sign, and her mate, Pebbletail. However, Pebbletail did not make it through the journey. Mourning her loss, Cursedstar named her clan after her mate; PebbleClan was created.

^^ i'm done! (with the leaders lol)

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Art and clans and stuff © ME! :chainsaw:

:icondonotuseplz::iconmyartplz: unless you are :iconangelic-pyro:, of which there is only one of you ;)

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2/4: Turmoil in the Gorge [link]
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Heavy rain was still pounding down on the Fireclan cats, who had all but lost spirit after seeing their leader being swept away by the vicious water.
Among those defeated cats, sat one kit who despised herself.

Little Twitchkit had fallen down first, but was rescued by Kindlestar herself. And now their courageous leader was gone.
The curled kitten blamed herself for the disappearance. If she hadn't been so clumsy and had watched her step... If she hadn't been so paranoïd and just walked neatly along with the other cats...
If only she wasn't so twitchy and if only that small stone hadn't scared her and made her jump sideways.
If only...

The kit was so busy thinking up various reasons of why this was her fault, that she didn't even mind that Emberstripe put his paw over her tiny shoulders and pulled her close, in a failed attempt to shelter the kitten from the rain.

Twitchkit vowed to herself she'd make it up to Kindlestar as soon as the she-cat would return!
Because she would return!
Twitchkit shivered in the cold and pressed closer to the Medicine Cat.

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Yeah, Twitchy sorta blames herself. :B

And I still cant draw rain.
But I kinda like this one.

I still adore Twitchkit's huge eyes, they're so much fun to draw/colour!

And thank you, :iconknk1:, for letting me use Emberstripe for my assignment!
I just see him as this really sweet kind of cat~
I hope I got the markings on his paws right!

Art © HorrifyingCuteness
Twitchkit © HorrifyingCuteness
Emberstripe © knk1
Warrior cats © Erin Hunter
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There are two sides to each story told.

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Basic Information:
Name: Twokit, Twopaw, Twopelt
Nickname: Fuzzball {Excliusively for Kindlestar's use only!!}
Age: 3+ {exact age unknown}
Gender: Male
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Deputy
Personality: tba
O.R.: Straight
History: Born to Rustyfur and Petaldance, he was the oldest of a two-kit litter, but his littermate died shortly after recieving her warriorname. Twopelt lived your average clan life up to getting promoted as clan deputy, and has taken his role in the clan more seriously ever since.
Became father of three kits on August 2nd, 2013.

Mate: Kindlestar
Family: 

Father: Rustyfur
Mother: Petaldance
Sibling[s]: Willowpounce
Mate: Kindlestar
Son[s]: Flashpaw, Russetpaw
Daughter[s]: Brightpaw

Grandkits: N.A. 


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Relationships:

:bulletwhite: = Uncertainty/Neutral
:bulletyellow: = Clanmate
:bulletblue: = Friend
:bulletblue::bulletblue: = Good Friend
:bulletgreen: = Great Friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: = Best Friend
:bulletorange: = Respect/Looks up to
:bulletpurple: = Family/Related
:bulletpink: = Crush/Attraction
:bulletred: = Love
:heart: = Mate
:bulletblack: = Discomfort
:bulletblack::bulletblack: = Hate
:sun: = Current Apprentice/Mentor
:skull: = Deceased 

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Fireclan:

:heart:|:bulletred:|:bulletgreen::bulletgreen:|:bulletorange:|:bulletyellow:|Kindlestar: "Fireclans leader, and also, my mate. I love her, I really do. I can't imagine what my life would look like without her by my side. Kindlestar understands me like no other cat ever has. It's just... indescribable really, hehehe.
She's a wonderful mother to our amazing kits, and I hope to be by her side for many more moons to come!" 



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|:bulletorange:|:bulletyellow:|Emberstripe:
"He's Fireclans new Medicine Cat! I don't really know him that well yet, but so far, he has been a reliable cat!

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He's going to mentor my son, Flashpaw, into become a medicine cat too! I think they make a great pair, and I know they'll both make Fireclan proud!"


:bulletpurple:|:bulletred:|:bulletyellow:|Brightpaw: "My beautiful daughter. An apprentice already... Time flies~ I have confidence in her skills, although I do hope Viperfang will be able to teach her a thing or two about respecting authority. I think she takes after her mother a tad too much, hehe. :heart:"


:bulletpurple:|:bulletred:|:bulletyellow:|:sun:|Russetpaw: "My youngest son, and also my apprentice! I need to remember myself that I'm not only his father, but his mentor now too. But I know Russetpaw will turn into a fine warrior. He has great potential, and even more willpower! We'll get there, just you wait!"


:bulletpurple:|:bulletred:|:bulletyellow:|Flashpaw: "My eldest son. He became a medicine cat apprentice! Such a difficult choice at such an early age. But if this is what he really wants, I know he'll turn out just fine! I hope Emberstripe will be able to keep up with him!"


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|:bulletorange:|:bulletyellow:|Dawncloud:
"Dawncloud is a great warrior, although he can get carried away in aggression sometimes. Which isn't always a bad thing, I must admit. I heard Dawncloud is a great kit-sitter!" 


:bulletyellow:|:skull:|Howlpaw: "She- she died on my patrol... I was supposed to be watching out for her, yet I failed and... she's gone..."


:bulletblue:|:bulletblue:|:bulletyellow:|Pounceflight:
"He doesn't talk much, but he's a reliable warrior, and a fierce fighter!"


Moonclan:

:bulletorange:|:bulletwhite:|Patchstar: "Moonclans leader. I've hear she's been around for quite a while now."

:bulletorange:|:bulletwhite:|Joltflash: "Moonclans deputy. I believe I've talked to her during Gatherings."

:bulletblack:|Deathsong: "... A force to be reckoned with, I'm afraid."


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Funfacts:
:bulletwhite:Twopelt was my very first TWG character, and also my very first Warrior OC!
:bulletwhite:Twopelt kinda resembles my loyal and sometimes emotional side, which makes RP'ing him much easier for me!
:bulletwhite:Twopelt is the only one of my characters that I've took the time to create parents for :B

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Twopelt © HorrifyingCuteness
Warrior cats © Erin Hunter

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1/1 The Plague:
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The warm air around them was silent, as the two she-cats padded along Fireclan's territory.
Their pawsteps kicked up sand, but neither of them gave it any notice.
The taller of the two, a tabby she-cat, was staring intently at the horizon, once every while glancing sideways to the shorter warrior next to her, as if to make sure she was still there.

Twitchpaw had gathered the little courage she had, and after a small episode in the den, she had reluctantly followed her leader outside, into the light of the slowly rising sun.
She had to do this. This time, she had to succeed. For Fallowcreek.
She hadn't been particularly close to her mentor, but his death somewhat saddened the apprentice.
He had died shortly after Twitchpaws failed assessment, and the curled tabby felt guilty for doing so.
This time she would succeed. 
For Fallowcreek.

So here they were, on a scouting assessment.
The silence was only broken when the petite leader next to her asked her questions.
Questions about what she smelled, and what she thought the source of that smell could have been.
They came across old fox-trails, where Twitchpaw almost gave up to sprint back to camp, but Kindlestar had reassured her this was the fox that had been defeated about a moon ago.

So the she-cats continued their journey.
The cats passed various Fireclan scent-marks, and Twitchpaw stopped at each one, to check for any other non-Fireclan scents.
The longer their scout lasted, the more confident the paranoid apprentice became.
She could do this.
Succeeding.


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Sooo, Twitchie completed her assessment succesfully this time! YAAAAY :la:

A big thanks to :iconalchemistkitsune: for letting me use her Kindlestar once again!
It's so fun to draw an apprentice being taller than a full-grown warrior :giggle:



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Twitchpaw © HorrifyingCuteness
Kindlestar © AlchemistKitsune
Warrior cats © Erin Hunter
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"Dunepaw," Kindlestar called out, the clan having already quieted while she concentrated on her surroundings, and she waited for the bald she cat to step forward.  "You have trained under Darktail, and despite your mentor's gentle nature, you seem to have the heated mentality that makes most FireClan cats belong wholeheartedly in our clan.  You have had much to endure, your differences sometimes seeming more open to those around you than you might like.  This has made you stubborn, self conscious, and defensive, raising walls even to those who try to befriend you.  However, you show this same drive when caring for your clan, showing more dedication than most apprentices your age would ever show.  Much like the dunes you were named after, you resist even the harshest of winds, creating barriers that protect you... but perhaps if you were to see yourself shining in the same light those who care for you do, you will see the beauty they see in you," Kindlestar mewed gently to the bald apprentice as Dunepaw looked up at her, her lips slightly parted at the speech the leader had just done for her.  "From this moment on," the petite she cat continued, "you will be known as Dunelight.  StarClan honors your dedication, and we welcome you as a full warrior of FireClan."

"Dunelight!  Dunelight!" the warriors of FireClan cried out, this time with a bit more force, Dawncloud's voice carrying out over the others, and even a timid Desertrose poking her head out from the nursery's den to look down at the bald kit she had cared for so many moons ago.



APPLICATION

Name: Dunepaw
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: FireClan
Mate: "Yeah...right."

Breed: Unknown- resembles a Sphynx or similar, but mother was coated.
Build: 
Barely average in height, long ears and legs, thin, average length tail.
Extras:  Dunepaw now sports a collection of scars from a fight with the DawnClan apprentice, Lilypaw, the most notable being across the bridge of her muzzle, on either shoulder and a long scar across her rear.

Dunepaw is in actuality a sweet young she-cat with an enormous heart, but she hides that behind an icy, defensive wall. Desperate and determined to prove herself, she seemsdefensive and harsh at the outset, afraid to be emotionally hurt. She's very self conscious of her lack of fur, but tries to act like she doesn't care and is immune to what other cats think. This is entirely false, however. She takes training very seriously, but loves every moment of it and sees boundless wonder and opportunity in the world. Fiercely loyal and at times sharp tongued. Tries to keep up a 'tough, could care less' image but is actually extremely sensitive. Once she opens up she's playful and competitive, and mostly just wants to be accepted for who she is-by herself as well.

Strengths:
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Eager to learn
- Swift and nimble
- Tough exterior; relatively tolerant of pain
- Fiercely loyal
- Dedicated

Weaknesses:
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Hairless, sensitive to the sun
- Pawpads and skin easily burn
- Self Conscious
- Relatively low self esteem
- Can be sharp tongued and hotheaded

Mentor: Darktail

Brief history:

Dunekit was born as a single kit to a very pompous, vain queen named Lilyose, who rejected her only daughter at birth and refused to take care her or even bestow upon the little one a name, seeing her as a shame and disappointment.
She was not unloved, however. The tiny newborn kitten was immediately taken in by an adoptive queen who nursed her, raised her, and was fiercely overprotective of the little one she named "Dunekit".

RELATIONSHIPS

KEY

:bulletblue: Close friend
:bulletpink: Friend
:bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletred: Love
:heart: Mate
:bulletpurple: Respect
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletgreen: Acquaintance / Like
:bulletorange: Discomfort/Dislike
:bulletblack: Strongly Dislike
Strikethrough Deceased/StarClan member

:bulletred::bulletorange:FireClan:bulletorange::bulletred:

Kindlestar :bulletpurple: She's our leader. She is pretty great.

Twopelt :bulletpurple: Our deputy.

Emberstripe :bulletpurple: The medicine cat of FireClan.

Darktail :bulletpurple::bulletwhite: M...my mentor. I hope I can be good enough in his eyes. *ducks head*

Ivorybird :bulletpink::bulletpurple: She...she's nice.

:bulletwhite::bulletblue:SnowClan:bulletblue::bulletwhite:

:bulletpurple::bulletblack:MoonClan:bulletblack::bulletpurple:

Adderpaw :bulletpink::bulletyellow: He...he's different. N-no, I don't like him, I'm not that mousebrained! A FireClanner could never be with a MoonClanner...n-not that I'd want to be, or-or anything. He's just a furball. StarClan, why? He's so...he's sweet. F-for a furball. *flattens ears and glances away* Mousedung.

:bulletpink::bulletyellow: We met by the border. H-he's...he's everything to me. Never before have I been able to be myself around a cat, to truly have...a friend. I...I l-love you Adderpaw. You're the best friend any cat could ask for. So...thank you.

:bulletblue::bulletgreen:PebbleClan:bulletgreen::bulletblue:

:bulletyellow::bulletwhite:DawnClan:bulletwhite::bulletyellow:

Lilypaw :bulletorange::bulletwhite: That DawnClan cat...all I did was tell her she smelled...but just wait, when I'm a warrior, she'll never be able to beat me again!

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((Relationships are a WIP because I have writer's block and I'm a dork))

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Name:
Flashkit

Gender:
Tomkit

Rank:
Kit

Mentor:
None yet

Apprentice:
N/A

Personality:


{ Softspoken | Quiet | Curious | Playful | Positive | Loving | Cheerful}
Flashkit is the most quiet and softspoken of his siblings, and is much less hotheaded than either of them. He isn't exactly shy, per se, but prefers to sit back and listen instead of jumping headfirst into a situation without putting in any thought. He is unbelievably playful and loving, and is especially close to Brightkit, who he loves to snuggle on top of and cuddle with at night and play and wrestle with during the day, but he absolutely loves Russetkit as well.
His compassion is almost matched only by his curiousity-he shares Brightkit's wonder of everything that goes on beyond the nursery and loves to listen to any sort of stories that any cat might spare. He's content with Brightkit being the leader of the little trio and will eagerly accompany her and Russetkit on any outing or idea of adventure.
Any sort of fighting or conflict makes him uncomfortable (often clear by his ears drooping and tail hanging low) and he tries his best to keep the peace, especially between Brightkit and Russetkit who are constantly bickering with one another, over who's whose favorite and who is better and who is the best at pouncing and everything imaginable. He loves them both more than anything and is happiest when they all get along.
He loves to wrestle and play with the both of them, and is the most outgoing when he's with his mum, dad, and siblings. He is constantly cheerful and optimistic and rarely seen upset (unless, of course, his brother and sister are fighting...again).
Flashkit adores both of his parents and loves snuggling and cuddling and being as close as possible to them.
He has a habit of, when curious, tilting his head to the side.

Description:

Flashkit is a relatively small tomkit with medium length, creamy yellow-orange and slate fur, accented with white paws a white tipped ear and a small white blaze up his face. He has a bicolour nose and a collar of white around his neck, an a fluffy white tailtip, along with speckled/patched/bicolour pads. His eyes are a vibrant turquoise, and are often wide with curiousity and innocence.

History:
Before he was born, Flashkit visited StarClan upon Kindlestar losing one of her lives in the flood. He has no conscious memory of this, though he often talks about dreams he's had-never quite clear and none whole but always in some sort of cool, starry place, as if a hint of a memory of that mysterious place lingers on the edge of his mind.
Sometimes if he really lingers on these thoughts, a ghost of a memory returns...
something like...cats with stars in their fur? But surely that can't be right.

Mate:
N/A
Kits: N/A

Other Family:
Mother - Kindlestar
Father - Twopelt
Littermates- Russetkit (brother), Brightkit (sister)

RELATIONSHIPS (THESE ARE A W.I.P AND WILL PROBABLY CHANGE I UST HAVE BLOCK. :P )


KEY

:bulletblue: Close friend
:bulletpink: Friend
:bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletred: Love
:heart: Mate
:bulletpurple: Respect
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletgreen: Acquaintance
:bulletorange: Discomfort/Dislike
:bulletblack: Strongly Dislike
Strikethrough Deceased/StarClan member


:bulletred::bulletorange:FireClan:bulletorange::bulletred:
alchemistkitsune.deviantart.co… Kindlestar :bulletred::bulletpurple: "My mama! I love her more than anything! She's the leader of FireClan too! I think being a leader would be scary...but mama's amazing! She's the best leader ever, too. <3

fav.me/d68e2ac Twopelt :bulletred: :bulletpurple: "Twopelt's my daddy! He's the deputy too, which means he's busy sometimes. But he always comes to play with us and I love cuddling with him. He's the best and I love him!"

www.deviantart.com#/art/Bright… Brightkit :bulletred::bulletblue: "Brightkit's my sister and she's really comfortable too ouo She says she isn't but she is! *purr* She' soft and snuggly and the best sister too. Her and Russetkit fight a lot though...I don't like it when they fight. ;a; I usually have to talk to them and stop them cause I know they really love eachother. She always comes up with great games and we like to go on adventures...'cept we get in trouble for that sometimes."

Russetkit :bulletred::bulletblue: " Russetkit's my little brother! He's really fun and we all three play together and go exploring whenever we can! Him and Brightkit almost always end up mad or annoyed at eachother though and I have to help them stop...I wish they could just get along all the time *ear droop*

:bulletwhite::bulletblue:SnowClan:bulletblue::bulletwhite:
n/a
:bulletpurple::bulletblack:MoonClan:bulletblack::bulletpurple:
n/a

:bulletblue::bulletgreen:PebbleClan:bulletgreen::bulletblue:
n/a

:bulletyellow::bulletwhite:DawnClan:bulletwhite::bulletyellow:
n/a


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Eeep! ;u;

my baby. <3

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My baby boy. ;w; He's growing up so fast SNIFF.

APPLICATION

Name:
Flashpaw

Gender:
Tom

Rank:
Medicine Cat Apprentice

Mentor:
Emberstripe

Apprentice:
N/A

Personality:


{ Softspoken | Quiet | Curious | Playful | Positive | Loving | Cheerful}
Flashkit is the most quiet and softspoken of his siblings, and is much less hotheaded than either of them. He isn't exactly shy, per se, but prefers to sit back and listen instead of jumping headfirst into a situation without putting in any thought. He is unbelievably playful and loving, and is especially close to Brightkit, who he loves to snuggle on top of and cuddle with at night and play and wrestle with during the day, but he absolutely loves Russetkit as well.
His compassion is almost matched only by his curiousity-he shares Brightkit's wonder of everything that goes on beyond the nursery and loves to listen to any sort of stories that any cat might spare. He's content with Brightkit being the leader of the little trio and will eagerly accompany her and Russetkit on any outing or idea of adventure.
Any sort of fighting or conflict makes him uncomfortable (often clear by his ears drooping and tail hanging low) and he tries his best to keep the peace, especially between Brightkit and Russetkit who are constantly bickering with one another, over who's whose favorite and who is better and who is the best at pouncing and everything imaginable. He loves them both more than anything and is happiest when they all get along.
He loves to wrestle and play with the both of them, and is the most outgoing when he's with his mum, dad, and siblings. He is constantly cheerful and optimistic and rarely seen upset (unless, of course, his brother and sister are fighting...again).
Flashkit adores both of his parents and loves snuggling and cuddling and being as close as possible to them.
He has a habit of, when curious, tilting his head to the side.


Flashpaw has grown gradually more serious since taking up the position of Medicine Cat Apprentice, and has taken the responsibility with full force. He dedicates almost all his time training, and often goes out of his way to run through the herb store, memorizing herbs and their uses, even when Emberstripe isn't around. He is still just as thoughtful and inquisitive as usual, and still has the habit of trusting cats' words without hesitation. He expects the best out of every cat, so may not understand if a cat has malicious intent. Though his apprenticeship has physically made him more distant from his siblings, he is closer than ever to his sister, Brightpaw, and still cares for his brother, Russetpaw, even though the two brothers aren't as close. His habit of tilting his head to the side has grown more common, and when thoughtful, occasionally rubs the side of his muzzle with his right forepaw.



Description:

Flashkit is a relatively small tomkit with medium length, creamy yellow-orange and slate fur, accented with white paws a white tipped ear and a small white blaze up his face. He has a bicolour nose and a collar of white around his neck, an a fluffy white tailtip, along with speckled/patched/bicolour pads. His eyes are a vibrant turquoise, and are often wide with curiousity and innocence.

Flashpaw has grown into a handsome young tom, but is still relatively small for his age.


STRENGTHS
+ Unusually strong connection with StarClan
+ Calm, dedicated
+ High Morals

WEAKNESSES
- Can come across as serious and unemotional
- Surprisingly sensitive, disliks conflict
- Naive, trusting


History:
Before he was born, Flashkit visited StarClan upon Kindlestar losing one of her lives in the flood. He has no conscious memory of this, though he often talks about dreams he's had-never quite clear and none whole but always in some sort of cool, starry place, as if a hint of a memory of that mysterious place lingers on the edge of his mind.
Sometimes if he really lingers on these thoughts, a ghost of a memory returns...
something like...cats with stars in their fur? But surely that can't be right.

As Flashkit grew, his connection and memories of these cats grew stronger and more intense...and no longer were they just memories swirling around in the back of his mind. It seems he and StarClan are connected in some sort of way, something that even he doesn't fully understand yet. His connection to StarClan has grown ever stronger, and though he doesn't quite understand how drastic this connection is, he treasures it. Most nights he spends in StarClan, learning and discovering skills he didn't realize he had. He is closest to the former FireClan warrior, Falconsky. His connection is not all roses and fresh mice, however. If any StarClan cat is hurt or anything drastic happens in Silverpelt, he can sense it. This can cause many sleepless nights.

Upon turning six moons, Flashpaw was made the medicine cat apprentice - an honor he does not take lightly.   Flashpaw has grown gradually more serious since taking up the position of Medicine Cat Apprentice, and has taken the responsibility with full force. He dedicates almost all his time training, and often goes out of his way to run through the herb store, memorizing herbs and their uses, even when Emberstripe isn't around.

Recently, during one of those sleepless nights - one more intense than any others - he found his sister Brightpaw sensed something was terribly wrong as well, which lead to each of them revealing their powers to eachother, and thus have grown ever closer. What the future holds, however, is uncertain.


Mate:
N/A, forbidden
Kits: N/A

Other Family:
Mother - Kindlestar
Father - Twopelt
Littermates- Russetpaw (brother), Brightpaw (sister)

RELATIONSHIPS

KEY

:bulletblue: Close friend
:bulletpink: Friend
:bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletred: Love
:heart: Mate
:bulletpurple: Respect
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletgreen: Acquaintance
:bulletorange: Discomfort/Dislike
:bulletblack: Strongly Dislike
Strikethrough Deceased/StarClan member

:bulletred::bulletorange:FireClan:bulletorange::bulletred:

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:bulletred::bulletorange:FireClan:bulletorange::bulletred:

 Kindlestar :bulletred::bulletpurple: "My mama! I love her more than anything! She's the leader of FireClan, too! I think being a leader would be scary, but she's the best."
"My mama is the best. She means the world to me."
    
Twopelt :bulletred::bulletpurple: "Twopelt's my daddy! He's the deputy, too, which means he's busy sometimes. But he always comes to play with us and I love cuddling with him. He's the very best and I love him!"
"My dad is the best."

Emberstripe :bulletpurple: "My mentor...he's absolutely amazing. I just hope I can make him proud."

Brightpaw :bulletblue::bulletred: "Brightkit's my sister and she's really comfortable too. ouo She says she isn't, but she is. *purr* She's soft and snuggly and the best sister too. Her and Russetkit fight a lot though...I don't like it when then fight. I usually have to talk to them and stop them because I know they really love eachother. She always comes up with the greatest games and we like to go on adventures...'cept sometimes we get in trouble."
"Brightpaw is my very best friend. She means everything to me. I...I miss sleeping with her and Russetpaw. She is the best sister, and I could never ask for a better friend. I love you, Brightpaw."

Russetpaw :bulletred: "Russetkit's my little brother! He's really fun and we all three play together and go exploring whenever we can. Him and Brightkit almost always end up mad annoyed with eachother though and I have to help them stop...I wish they could just get along all the time."
"My brother. We aren't as close as Brighkit and I but I still love him. Brightkit told me he snores a lot." *sideways grin*


:bulletwhite::bulletblue:SnowClan:bulletblue::bulletwhite:


:bulletpurple::bulletblack:MoonClan:bulletblack::bulletpurple:


:bulletblue::bulletgreen:PebbleClan:bulletgreen::bulletblue:


:bulletyellow::bulletwhite:DawnClan:bulletwhite::bulletyellow:


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Barleyleap lifted her head proudly as she heard her name called amongst all the others. She had done it. She was finally a warrior! It seemed like it was only yesterday that she joined the clan, but look at her now!
As the crowd of cats slowly began to clear, Barleyleap turned and saw exactly who she wanted to see; her best friend Sorrelpaw- no, Sorrelfox. She grinned and padded towards him, her eyes bright with excitement.
A small pang hit her as she saw Willowpool wind herself around him, but she pushed it away. That was in the past; she needed to get past it. Trying to distract herself, she ran and jumped on Sorrelfox's tail, just like she used to do as an apprentice. "Isn't this great, Sorrelfox? We're finally warriors!" She mewed happily, looking up at her friend, "And you've got an apprentice already too! How lucky."
Sorrelfox chuckled. "It took forever for it to happen, but yes, we're here!" His tail flicked between Barleyleap's legs as he turned his head to give Willowpool's head a quick lick. She purred and rested her head on his shoulder, grinning at Barleyleap. "Congratulations to all of us!" She added cheerfully.
"Congratulations to you all, indeed." A voice said. A dark tom padded over from behind Sorrelfox, making his way over to Barleyleap. "Good for you."
Barleyleap smiled at him. "And I'm sure you'll be here with us soon, Eaglepaw." Eaglepaw shrugged and turned his sharp amber eyes to Sorrelfox, narrowing them slightly.
"C'mon, Barleyleap, let's go somewhere else." He growled, speaking to her but keeping his eyes locked on Sorrelfox. The newly named tom frowned slightly, his green eyes meeting Eaglepaw's gaze equally. Barleyleap's ears flopped backwards, her eyes darting between the toms.
"Uhm.... Okay." She mewed, slowly backing off of her friend's tail. Eaglepaw nodded to her and shot Sorrelfox one last look before padding away, motioning for Barleyleap to follow. The she-cat watched him go and gave Sorrelfox an apologetic look before following.
"Bye guys! See you later!" Willowpool chirped. Sorrelfox said nothing, keeping his eyes on Eaglepaw's dark pelt as he walked away, taking Barleyleap with him.




OKAY, I'M SORRY FOR ALL OF THEM LOOKING SO DERPY
I HAVEN'T DRAWN IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS
PLEASE XCUSE ME EEP

Another thingy for Assignment..... uhhhh 12? Maybe? This one.
Barleyleap after her warriors ceremony! Yay, she made it!
I'll update her reference soon~




Sorrelfox (c) ~insanityNothing
Willowpool (c) =quail-walk
Eaglepaw (c) ~TheSilverFlame295
Barleyleap/art (c) Jay
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"Here we are," The tabby mewed, stopping in front of a fallen tree. A large hole gaped in it's side, looking as though it could hold multiple cats. It sat on the border between Moonclan and Fireclan territory and had a great view of the Fireclan camp, be it from a far distance. He looked back at the Fold, a warm glint in his amber eyes. The she-cat trotted up to the entrance of the hollow and peered in, inspecting it's insides. "Wow, this place is awesome, Eaglepaw!" She mewed. She stepped inside and out of the pouring rain, shaking out her pelt and sending icy drops of water flying in every direction. Eaglepaw dodged out of the way, a small smile forming on his face. "Glad you like it, Barleypaw."
Barleypaw padded along the inner walls of the tree, seemingly examining every corner of the place. "You weren't kidding when you said this place was big." She mewed, stopping and looking at Eaglepaw. The tabby had already made it inside and shaken out his fur. He now sat by the entrance of the tree hollow, looking in at Barleypaw. "Would I lie to you?" He replied, a playful edge in his voice. Barleypaw shrugged. "I just didn't think you meant it would be this big." She laughed.
She laid down against the wooden wall and began to lick one of her legs, but stopped abruptly, lifting her head once more. "Do you... do you smell that?" She mewed, giving Eaglepaw a glance. The tabby scented casually scented the air, but his face quickly grew serious. "Kind of," He replied simply, lowering his nose and looking at the Fold once more. Barleypaw padded up next to him and peeked out of the entrance, gasping at what she saw. The tabby grimaced and peeked out as well.
Outside was a large group of cats; warriors, apprentices, kit, and elders. "Is that.." Eaglepaw mewed breathlessly. "Fireclan..." Barleypaw finished. They both stared at the scene for a moment, shocked and confused, before Barleypaw slipped out of the hollow. She padded carefully over to the edge of the gorge and looked down. Her eyes widened and her ears flopped back as she was met with a great torrent of waters below.
"What is- oh," Eaglepaw mewed as he suddenly appeared next to the Fold. She looked up at him, fear and worry churning together inside of her. "I-I guess that's why Fireclan left their camp," She breathed. Eaglepaw nodded, "Because they've got no camp left." The two stared down into the gorge together, but Eaglepaw nudged Barleypaw after a moment and they both slipped back into the hollow.
"What should we do?" Barleypaw asked her friend. They had both returned to the entrance of the tree and were sitting side-by-side. Fireclan seemed to be moving up towards Moonclan's territory. Eaglepaw's long claws instinctively slid out. "Should we follow them?" Barleypaw glanced at the tabby, feeling her worry churn deeper inside of her. "No.. we couldn't do that." She was looking at the elders and kits. But Eaglepaw was looking at the warriors. He fidgeted nervously. "Should we tell Patchstar?" He mewed, forcing his claws to retract. Barleypaw shook her floppy eared head gently. "I'm sure she'll find out that all of Fireclan in close to our territory sooner or later." Eaglepaw gave a small huff. "Then what?"
Barleypaw stared out at the group of soaked cats, unsure of what to make of the emotions within her. "I.. I guess there's nothing we can really do. There isn't a lot two apprentices can do." Eaglepaw sighed and silently agreed. There was no use in continuing to argue with the she-cat.
So together they sat in the tree hollow, staring out into the rain at group of cats with a lost home. Unbeknownst to them, they also had a lost leader...




Wow that was a lot of typing xD
This whole thing is based on an rp between ~TheSilverFlame295 and I. This happens right after Barleypaw and Eaglepaw are relaxing, where the two of them escape the rain and manage to catch sight of Fireclan evacuating the gorge.
It looks like Viperfang is staring at them, based on how I drew him :o

I just want to say that I am kind of proud of this picture, for multiple reasons. I actually looked up cat anatomy and PAID ATTENTION TO IT which really helped. And I just added some more detail to everything and spent more time on stuff. And I actually tried on the background!
The rain looks awful though xD
Also, usually whenever I draw cats that small they look weird and messed up, but these actually look good!
AND I ACTUALLY KIND OF MADE CLOUDS. AREN'T YOU PROUD OF ME? xD
It's still not as good as some of the other work in the guild [most of it I'd say], but at least it turned out kind of good ;u;

I listened to a lot of songs while doing this, but I listened to this one the most. Maybe.
This version sounds weird, but it's the closest I could find.

On a side note, please excuse any typos anywhere because 1) I'm tired and 2) I'm too lazy to go back and find them right now xD I'll probably fix them later.
Hope ya like it!




[I totally told myself I wouldn't do this, but I will; time to list everyone and their cats!
I'll them in the order that I lined them and then whoever else belongs to that one person, with Barls last as I usually do]

Eaglepaw (c) ~TheSilverFlame295
Rainfeather (c) *Dark-Pangolin
Viperfang (c) ~BlackSpiritWind
Pounceflight/Tawnylight (c) ~Bouldertalon
Silentpaw (c) ~Silverleaf456
Breezepaw (c) ~sungirl128
Lightpaw (c) ~Seatail64
Peachbreeze/Twigkit/Blizzardpaw (c) ~cometheart637
Petaldance/Rustyfur/Twopelt/Twitchkit/Beetleflight/Shortblaze (c) ~HorrifyingCuteness
Littleflame/Windsong/Emberstripe (c) ~knk1
Bluekit (c) ~HeatherclawBlueheart
Dawncloud (c) ~AlchemistKitsune
Strikepaw (c) ~NINETAILEDDEMON1940
Sunstorm (c) ~rainwolfeh
Barleypaw/art (c) Jay
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Breezepaw sat in front of Dave, re-wrapping the cobwebs on his eyes. The little tom sighed wearily; there hadn't been many injured cats as of late, other than the ex-loner and a few young kits, but he just felt... tired. He shook his head and sighed, trying to clear the weariness from his mind. There was no use in focusing on it. That would only make it worse.
"Breezepaw? Are you in here?" A quiet voice called. The medicine kit cat turned to see Quietbrook standing in the entrance of the den, the moonlight illuminating the white patches on her fur. She smiled at him when she saw him, her eyes warm. "Oh, there you are." Breezepaw gazed at her for a moment before blinking and standing up.
"Uhm, yes, is something wrong, Q-Quietbrook?" He asked, struggling to not stumble over his words. The she-cat shook her head and entered the den. "I just wanted to check on you. You know, see if you needed any help?" Breezepaw couldn't help but give a tiny smile. She did this often, come to the den and help him out. She did it less often now that she was a warrior, but the little tom appreciated any help she gave him. "Uhm, no. I think I'm pretty okay at the moment." He replied, turning to glance back at Dave.
Quietbrook tilted her head slightly. "Are you okay? You seem kind of... tired." She mewed gently. Breezepaw's attention snapped back to the she-cat and he did his best not to look shocked. It wasn't that the question startled him or anything, but he didn't want her to know that he was tired. He didn't want anyone to know for that matter. "Uhm, I, n-no, I'm fine." He stammered. His body seemed to be against him, however, as his jaws stretched open in a large yawn. Quietbrook raised an eyebrow and padded up next to him, resting her tail-tip on his shoulder gently. "Why don't you get some sleep? I can watch over Dave for you." Breezepaw wanted to protest, but before her could another yawn escaped him. There was no way to hide it anymore. Lowering his head sheepishly, the little tom wandered over to his nest, sitting in between some of the tree's tangled roots, and lay down.

He hated when he wasn't doing something. He wanted to be doing something useful, and sleeping certainly didn't sound like something useful. Breezepaw sighed and shut his eyes, focusing his mind on the stars above him. If he couldn't be doing something while he was awake, maybe he could while he was asleep.
After a few moments of nothing happening, Breezepaw grimaced and opened his eyes. Tiny bits of stardust glimmered on his pelt, reflecting the light from the sky up above. He was alone in a brightly lit forest, the same forest he would often meet Risingmoon in to train. He stood and glanced around, trying to see if his mentor was anywhere in sight. But she was nowhere. The little tom shrugged and started walking, figuring he might run into her if he just wandered around for a bit. But it was clear after a while that he had no idea where he was going.
It was only after the treeline became thinner and thinner that Breezepaw started to worry. He slowly found himself walking in a large field, stretching as far as the eye could see. Various glowing trees dotted the landscape, but they were much more sparse than in the forest. Finally, Breezepaw just stopped, absolutely sure that he was lost. He turned to look back in the direction that he had been walking in, trying to see if the forest was still in the distance, but instead he turned to meet it right in his face. The medicine cat jumped back, startled by the forest being so close to him. He could have sworn he had walked much farther away from it! He sighed and pulled himself together; he must really be tired. Slowly, he made his way into the trees, but something was... off.
The glowing trees were much dimmer than before, the bright stardust that usually echoed across his pelt now dark. Breezepaw shivered, a sudden wave of cold air hitting him. Where did he go? Where was the bright, lively forest that he was used to? How lost was he?

Breezepaw. The little tom jumped as he heard his name being called. He whipped around to see who had called him, but nobody was there. He stood completely still, staring in the direction he was sure he had heard the voice coming from. Breezepaw. It came again after a few moments, behind him once more. He turned more slowly this time, but there was still nobody there. Who was calling him?
Breeeeeezepaw. The dark voice hissed from directly behind him. Breezepaw flinched and whipped around, gasping in shock. Before him stood a shadowy cat with glinting green eyes. His pelt was "lit up" with tiny black stars, shadows practically covering him. It was far too dark to make out who it was, but the little tom swore he saw four thick scars running across the cat's neck. He backed up slowly, his mouth gaping and his eyes wide with terror. The shadowed cat advanced towards him quickly.
Don't run. It hissed, it's cold green eyes glinting brighter. The more it advanced, the further Breezepaw backed up, until he had backed himself up against a tree. He stood shaking, staring at the cat in sheer terror. The cat stopped for a moment, only about a fox-length away from the little tom. You. Can't. Run. Forever. It snarled slowly. Then, it leapt.
Breezepaw shut his eyes tightly, preparing to be hit, but it never came. He opened his eyes, but the darkness didn't go away. Suddenly, it felt like everything was melting away from him. He wearily shut his eyes once more, not willing to fight the feeling, and let the shadows take him over.

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The pale white cat sat completely still, staring out across the horizon. She didn't come to this place often, usually preferring to stay under the cover of the thick trees that made up the forest, but she had needed to come. Now that her job was finished, she sat, watching as the stars sat ever-still above her.
Beside her, she felt the small frame of the cat tremble. Refocusing her attention on him, she curled around him once more and carefully smoothed the fur on his head with her tongue. "Hush now." She whispered quietly, her green eyes fixed on the little tom. He curled himself tighter and grimaced, lost in his sleep, but he stopped shaking. Satisfied, the starry she-cat looked up at the figure before the two of them, who watched them with cold green eyes.
He will give in. The cat hissed, his tail lashing. The she-cat narrowed her eyes slightly and stood, keeping herself over her apprentice protectively. "He won't. Not now, not ever." She mewed, her normally gentle voice firm. The dark tom snorted and turned to leave, but glared at her over his shoulder.
Just remember this, Risingmoon. He is and always will be mine. He was never yours to hold. He will always. Be. Mine. With that, the tom stalked off towards the forest from which he came. Risingmoon watched him go, her eyes sharp, and sat down beside her apprentice again. His body began trembling once more, and she wrapped her tail around him elegantly, still watching the forest where the tom entered.
"He will never be yours."




Oh Starclan, what did I just type? xD
I don't even know if this is okay haha.
Please let me know if it's not ;u;

Let me know of typos! I'm too lazy to check right now oops.

Breezepaw works too hard.
That is all I have to say.
xD




Risingmoon (c) ~insanityNothing
Eyeballs (c) Their owners
Breezepaw/???/art (c) Jay
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Key
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletgreen: Acquaintance
:bulletyellow: Friend
:bulletorange: Close friend
:bulletpink: Crush/attracted to
:bulletred: Love
:heart: Mate
:bulletblue: Respect
:bulletpurple: Uncomfortable/ dislike
:bulletblack: Strongly dislike
:skull: Dead

Name: Windsong
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Fire Clan
Apprentice: Crystalpaw

Personality:
Windsong is curious and outgoing but sometimes a little rash. She is the living embodiment of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat". She is highly intelligent but doesn't always show it because she rarely takes the time to think things through. Despite being a full grown warrior she has a tendency to act like a kit every now and then. She has mellowed out a little recently; between caring for her now elderly guardian (see relationships below), getting a mate, having an apprentice of her own, and surviving the wars with Moon Clan and the rogues she has managed to grow up somewhat (overall she's still a kit at heart). Despite her headstrong/kitlike nature, Windsong is incredibly loyal to her clan and a highly skilled combatant, not to mention her exemplary hunting ability. She might be a fun-loving kit at heart but she takes her job as a warrior very seriously and would give her life for her clan mates.

History: basic clan life

Relationships
Kindlestar: :bulletblue: I've only spoken to her a few times so I don't know her personally. However she's made it abundantly clear that she's a capable leader who genuinely cares about her clan. She's not in her position because she craves power, she takes our opinions into account when making decisions and obviously cares about the well being of each member of the clan. So for that I have tremendous respect for her.

Two-pelt: :bulletblue: Again I don't really know him all that well but Littleflame might know his parents. He was a good leader in Kindlestar's absence which couldn't have been easy since she's his mate.He's shown how much he cares about our clan as well as his mate and kits. I admire any tom secure enough to spend time with the clan's kits. In that sense he's like another certain tom who has proven to be excellent with kits. 

Emberstripe: :bulletblue: :bulletwhite: I found him prowling our territory a few moons ago. He reeked of two-legs so of course my first instinct was to chase him out and make sure he never came back. But then he started spouting some gibberish about Star Clan and Russetfur. What kittypet knows anything about Star Clan and Russetfur wasn't the type to consort with kittypets. That's probably why Kindlestar allowed him to stay. I guess kittypet or not he's been useful to the clan so I don't have a problem with him so far, though I know plenty who aren't so quick to trust him.

Dawncloud::bulletred: :heart: He's a quick tempered, warmongering, paranoid ball of fur. A few moons ago I probably wouldn't have looked at him twice. During the war with Moon Clan I saw him kill Patchstar a few feet away from me, and of course ever since that a number of cats have treated him differently. At the time I myself was sickened. So what changed? I honestly don't know. I guess I just figured that a cat shouldn't be treated a certain way for a single moment in his life. We were at war, and every cat knows the cost of war. I can't condone what he did but I know that's not all there is to him. I know that he's also loyal, strong, brave, nurturing (watch him kitsitting) and despite what anyone says he has an enormous capacity for love. So I don't care what any other cat thinks, he's an amazing tom and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

Crystalpaw::bulletyellow: She's my very first apprentice and I couldn't be more proud of her. She's a quick learner and I know that very soon she'll be one of Fire Clan's most valued warriors.

Littleflame: :bulletblue: :bulletred: Er, he's complicated. He's been like a second father to me ever since my real parents passed. He's been there for me for as long as I can remember and without him I don't think I would be the warrior I am today. In his old age he's become a bit antisocial though. I worry about him.
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***It's about damn time I started updating my old applications***

EDIT: I think I messed up the scale, he's not really that big. He's supposed to be about average size.

Key
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletgreen: Acquaintance
:bulletyellow: Friend
:bulletorange: Close friend
:bulletpink: Crush/attracted to
:bulletred: Love
:bulletblue: Respect
:bulletpurple: Uncomfortable/ dislike
:bulletblack: Strongly dislike
:skull: Dead

Kittypet Name: Alfie
Warrior Name: Emberstripe
Gender: Tom
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan: Fire Clan
Apprentice: none yet

Personality: Relaxed (but not lazy), usually patient and quite gentle for a tom. He's not exactly a pacifist but violence is almost always a last resort. He feels it's important to think things through thoroughly before making decisions (although like any other young tom he's made his share of impulsive choices). He's surprisingly quick on his feet but being a kittypet he isn't the best hunter or fighter. He's a fast learner though so he'll get the hang of it soon enough.

History:
From Living as a Kittypet to Clan Life
Meet Alfred Fluffy Whiskerton, or Alfie for short. He's a pretty laid back cat because as a kittypet he lived his whole life in relative comfort. He was perfectly happy eating, sleeping and napping like any ordinary house cat. Well ordinary if you don't count the voices in his head... but more on that later. Alfie, along with another kittypet named Duchess and a happy-go-lucky German Shepard puppy named Diesel, lived with a rather elderly Two-leg known as Mrs. Eleanor P. Kinch. She happened to own a small homeopathic clinic (using only natural remedies) and as a result Alfie had seen her use a multitude of herbs to cure both Two-legs and on occasion his animal housemates. The animals were of course never allowed into the clinic but they had all seen Mrs. Kinch use her remedies at home enough to become familiar with their uses. She was a kind old woman, who Alfie couldn't help but to adore. When she first got sick Alfie wasn't worried; Mrs. Kinch could cure any ailment. And yet over the weeks her condition only seemed to worsen.

It was around this time that Alfie began to experience extremely vivid, haunting dreams. Even when he awoke he couldn't stop thinking about his dreams. It was always the same vision: A massive water fall that roared a million times louder than any thunderpath monster, and a lifeless black tree that grew from reddish, brown soil. But more prominently than any of these visions he heard the voices of other cats; at times just one at other times hundreds calling to him, pleading with him. He could never really get a good look at any of them. They were just flecks of starlight winking in and out of existence. They always talked about the same things; something called Fire Clan, the Warrior Code... and herbs, they incessantly hummed with information on various herbs, fungi and other things you could find in a forest. Before long he knew the names, appearance and scents of plants he had never laid eyes on. Where to find them, how to collect them, how and when to use them... the damn ghost cats never shut up about herbs.

As Alfie grappled with the increasingly urgent voices who called themselves Star Clan, Mrs. Kinch's health continued to deteriorate. Everyone could tell she wouldn't be around for much longer. So if she wasn't around to care for them, where would they go? That question was answered one afternoon when a group of Two-legs who Alfie had never seen before arrived at their door. They managed to put a leash on Diesel without much difficulty but the cats were a little smarter. They made a break for it. Dashing through the open front door, Alfie and Duchess tore off across the lawn. A distraught yowl caused him to skid to a stop. One of the Two-legs had grabbed Duchess and stuffed her into a crate. He wanted to turn and help her but the voices overwhelmed him. They screamed for him to run and as though he wasn't in control of his own legs, he spun on the spot and ran.

With no other place to go Alfie has no choice but to listen to the ghost cats. He will travel to Fire Clan to see the giant waterfall and black tree with his own eyes... maybe then they'll get out of his head and he'll finally have some peace.

After arriving in Fire Clan:
Upon proving his connection to Star Clan and aiding Fire Clan by providing his medical services during their war with the rogues Alfie was appointed medicine cat of Fire Clan and at last renamed Emberstripe.

Relationships:
Kindlestar: :bulletblue: :bulletgreen: The leader of Fire Clan and probably the closest thing I have to a friend here so far. She's been remarkably welcoming and patient with me. Well, as welcoming as Fire Clan cats can be. She's a strong leader and it's clear how much the clan respects her. 

Twopelt: :bulletblue: :bulletgreen: He's Fire Clan's deputy and a fine one at that. I haven't had the chance to really get to know him on a personal level but so far he's been respectful, resourceful and during Kindlestar's absence he proved to be an excellent leader.

Russetfur: :bulletblue: :bulletgreen: :skull: Where do I begin? Russetfur was Fire Clan's medicine cat before me and he (along with help from the rest of Star Clan) is basically responsible for bringing me here. It was strange to know someone only as a disembodied voice in my head. For a long time he made me think I was going insane. But without him I would probably have been caught by those humans or simply wandered aimlessly through the wilderness till I starved to death. He's the reason I was welcomed into this clan and the reason I can function as a medicine cat at all. In that sense he's the closest thing I've had to a mentor. It's an honor to walk in his pawsteps.

Desertrose: :bulletpink: ..........ok she's kinda pretty.... but don't tell her I said that. She's also extremely shy so despite the fact that I see her every time I have to visit the nursery we haven't said a word to each other. I'm not sure if it's because she's just that skittish or if she really doesn't know I exist. It's just as well I suppose, as a medicine cat I can't do anything about it anyway.
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She's born! Meet Featherkit, Windsong and Dawncloud's one and only kit.

Key
Bullet; White Neutral
Bullet; Green Acquaintance
Bullet; Yellow Friend
Bullet; Orange Close friend
Bullet; Pink Crush/attracted to
Bullet; Red Love
Heart Mate
Bullet; Blue Respect
Bullet; Purple Uncomfortable/ dislike
Bullet; Black Strongly dislike
Death Dead

Name: Featherkit
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Clan: Fire Clan

Personality: Here's the type of kit who knows exactly how cute she is and isn't afraid to use those big blue eyes and fluffy little tail to get what she wants. It wouldn't be at all unlike her to try and just talk her way out of a bad situation; she could probably charm her way out of a fox's den if she really wanted to. But under all her feminine charm is a strong willed, often downright stubborn little tomboy that loves rough housing, play-fighting and rolling in the dust. 

She might seem sort of dainty or even meek at first, but do yourself a favor and don't underestimate her. She has the temper of a badger when she gets riled up and it's that same temper that fuels her competitive spirit. She revels in competing with her clan mates, especially if they're older or more experienced than her just to prove to herself and everyone else that she's more than a helpless little she-cat.

On the flip side of this fiery fluffball's personality is a genuinely caring, considerate, empathetic cat. Despite her temper Featherkit is the type who cools off almost immediately after venting her anger and will be the first to apologize if she feels she really has stepped out of line. She's not always the easiest cat to get along with but any cat she forms a real connection with will have a friend for life.

History: Basic clan life.

Trivia: She seems to have inherited her father's sensitive, pink paw pads that make running and at times even walking in the gorge such a pain. They do have a silver lining though; since she isn't nearly as large or slow as Dawncloud she can often use her soft paw pads to walk exceptionally quietly, an obvious hunting advantage.

Relationships:
Bullet; Blue Kindlestar: I don' really know her so good, but mummy says she's the leader of the clan. She's always nice to me and mummy but I'm not so sure how much daddy likes her.

Bullet; Blue Twopelt: He's kinda like a leader too but not really? I don't really get it.

Bullet; Blue Emberstripe:Oh him, the "fatty" that daddy likes to tease. Iunno why daddy bugs him so much, he came to check on me a lot when I was really little and he was always nice.

Bullet; BlueBullet; Red Windsong: My mumma! Imma be like her when I grow up

Bullet; BlueBullet; RedDawncloud: Daddy's so goofy sometimes. He blabs a lot bout clan loyalty and being careful of outsiders. Iunno why anyone would wanna hurt him though, he looks really big so maybe some cats think he's scary? But he's really just soft and fluffy.
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Russetkit


Clan: FireClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Kit

Kit Name: Russetkit
Apprentice Name: N/A
Warrior Name: N/A

Personality
As runt of the litter he’s determined to prove himself in any way he possible can. With dreams to someday become the best warrior in the clan he’s constantly picking sibling tussle fights with Brightkit. Don’t ever let her know this, but he really does love her, she’s a good sister and fun to play with. He has a mischievous eagerness to see the world beyond their makeshift camp and will tag along in a heartbeat if Brightkit suggests a game or adventure that requires them to leave the camp’s boundaries. Whenever Flashkit tries to play the pacifist between he and Brightkit, Russetkit will always make a teasing attempt to drag his brother into tussling with them. He has yet to succeed though.
He can be headstrong when the moment calls for it and brave too if there’s a big obstacle in their path that requires overcoming, but like all kits he has his frights in the night that will send him scampering back to the safe paws of his mother.

Physical Description
Russetkit is the smallest of his litter, with a rust brown coat and dark brown on the tips of both his front paws. He has an off-center dark brown halfmask on the left side of his face, and a creamy white halfmask on the right side. The tip and top half of his tail, as well as his ears are also dark brown and the creamy white lightly flecks his underbelly. His eyes are a rich amber color, not matching up with either of his parents and eerily resembling those of his namesake, Russetfur

Family
Father: Twopelt
Mother: Kindlestar
Siblings: Brightkit { sister }, Flashkit { brother }

Relationships

work in progress, will be updated shortly! ; u ;

Voice Headcanon: Nullah from the movie Australia, played by Brandon Walters
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FireClan
Assignment; New Apprentice
Viperfang: [link]
Gwyn/Howlpaw: [link]

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Viperfang was seething. The anger had boiled into his chest at the first sound of Kindlestar’s cry to begin the gathering. He had spent countless hours arguing with Kindlestar- demanding she pick a different mentor for the outsider kit but his leader’s decision stood firm. He was to mentor Gwyn. In a weak attempt to control his anger his claws unsheathed and sunk into the hard dirt floor of the camp, yellow eyes boring up at Kindlestar as she announced the clan’s new medicine cat, and new warriors.

He felt no jubilation for any of them- though he out to have. Then Kindlestar turned to the kit and called her forward. Viperfang braced himself to be called upon and tried his best not to look like he was swallowing a fish. This was his first apprentice and he was stuck with the softling outsider. It was worse than a slap to the face by a MoonClan kit.

When his name was called he reluctantly stepped forward, meeting Kindlestar’s eyes and seeing a warning flash in them. He knew better than to argue with her now, and dipped his head respectfully. Turning his scrutinizing gaze away he met the double color eyes of the small white apprentice, trying, and failing, to tone down his glare. He stepped forward, looming over her for a moment, which was an impressive feat given that he wasn’t know for his height, and bent down to touch noses with her as tradition demanded.


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Weeee finished uvu <3

As you all can imagine, Viperfang didn't take too happily to the news that he'd be mentoring Gwyn. :B He's a biased asshole with a clan superiority complex. IF YOU'RE NOT TRUE FIRECLAN YOU'RE UNWOOORRTHHYYYYY >u


Gwyn/Howlpaw belongs to ~ShikoHayashi
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"I'm gonna be an apprentice soon!" Russetkit's eyes gleamed with delight and he was practically bouncing in place as his mother all but pinned him down while she groomed him.

"Mmhm, now hold still or you'll never get clean and I'll have you trapped in here all day," she purred, noting that despite his whines of protest the kit had stopped jittering.

"And after I'm an apprentice, I'll be a warrior! I'll be the best warrior in all the whole clan! Even better than Brightkit!" he squealed, fluffing up his already fluffy fur as a look of determination set itself on his face.

"I'm sure you will be," Kindlestar hid her chuckle with another purr and gave him another lick for good measure before nudging him out of the makeshift nursery, "Now go on and mess up your fur again before the sun goes down."

Russetkit gave a bound of excitement and scampered out of the den, eagerly seeking out his siblings so that he could challenge his sister to another brawl.


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CRIES I'M SORRY THIS IS A DAY LATE BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAMMY ILU LOTS AND LOTS AND YOU MAKE A FANTASTIC FOXFUR HAT AND/OR MAKESHIFT SEAT WHEN I NEED TO SIT SOMEWHERE COMFY UVU <33 /smooches and flees from the bazooka that is soon to be aimed at me

Have some mother and mama's boy bonding time because i don't draw enough of this ;D;
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May as well upload this now, before I forget or something |D 
No this doesn't count as my assignment or anything, but I RP'ed with ~AlchemistKitsune for Bennie's arrival in FireClan
Not the biggest fan of how I did the background, need to work on those 

//RP BELOW//

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 A cream tom padded over sparse grass, alongside a huge gorge. He's never seen anything like it! In the distance, the tom could even make out a waterfall and... Cats? He'd heard of cats living in rough terrain like this, but the tom had always thought they were just tales told to kits! However, the scent of cats did linger in the air, and after all the things he's seen, cats living in the wild didn't come to much of a shock to him. 

The cream tom took another step forward, squinting his eyes to make the figures out more clearly. After taking another step lighting shot through his body as the tom stepped into air, and plunged down to the hard stone below. 

Paws that were delicate in looks yet sturdy and rough enough to walk through the harsh, rocky ground padded softly, step by step as they carried their owner towards the pool of water that supported the Clan. A precious wad of green moss in mouth, Desertrose took her familiar route towards the Fire Pool. Despite not getting out of the nursery much, runs to get water when it was running low were common to queens, especially during hot days when the kits were clamoring for water more often than was usual. The waterfall still at a distance, a close ruckus made the insecure queen leap what felt ten fox lengths off the ground. It had sounded like...

I don't recall anyone needing to go up the gorge at this hour... Could I really be so out of the loop? Or... maybe...

Desertrose's eyes shot wide with horror as she realized that the sound could have been a rogue, maybe one of those DawnClan rogues... coming back to finish what they had started. Pawing the ground nervously, Desertrose looked around wildly, hoping to spot anyone else in the vicinity. Why had she decided to come alone? And how was she supposed to warn the Clan that they might be in danger again? That those horrible kit killers might be back!

And then it hit her... those horrible kit killers. The loathing she had felt the day she had seen her charges being torn to shreds sparked a flame of bravery in the shy queen, maternal instinct kicking in. She would not let anyone else harm her precious kits. Perhaps she was not their mother by birth, but these were her kits, and StarClan be damned if she did not protect them. Hackles raised, she headed in the direction she had heard the loud, thudding sound and groan, the smell of intruder in the air as she prepared to fight off the rogue that dared step a foot in FireClan territory.

Bennie laid in silent pain for a moment, no, a few moments really. His fall had knocked the air out of the tom, it felt like he had a whole hay bale on his chest, however, once the lack of air had subsided Bennie was left with a different problem. His left back limb, paw to bee exact, stung like all hell. But the heavy-built tom was fairly accustomed to pain, and through his clouded thoughts, Bennie decided that laying here was useless, and would probably just result in his own death.

Heaving himself to his paws, the large tom tested out his limbs. All were fine, apart from his back leg that sent shooting pain whenever he put even the slightest bit of pressure on it. Other than that, Bennie found it a little hard to breath, but that was to be expected with the fall that he just took. The tom didn't find time to think any longer when a scent hit his nose. It was the scent of cat, but what worried Bennie was that the cat coming to meet his sure smelled hostile, and Bennie was definitely not up for a fight. 

Following the scent of the intruder, Desertrose took what little cover she could find in some dried, desert brambles, her bright yellow green eyes on her target. Hackles raised, Desertrose wanted nothing more than to tear at this cat. Flexing her claws in and out, she studied the cat, a strongly built tom, and noticed that he was sniffing the air gingerly.

Mouse dung...

A quick check of her surroundings suddenly made it clear to the delicate queen that she was rusty. She had been walking in the same direction as the wind for some time now it seemed. When had the wind changed? No matter, the tom knew she was there, meaning hiding was unnecessary... but he was so big... Desertrose gulped, her bravado sinking slowly as she thought with dawning fear that she was no doubt about to die.

StarClan why am I so mouse brained? Such an apprentice mistake to make... I should have gone back for help...

Bennie scanned his surroundings. Though he could smell a cat close by, there was no cat to be seen. That made the large toms stomach churn a little. Despite the obvious pain he was in, even if Bennie hadn't took that fall he probably wouldn't be in great fighting shape, having gone for so long hunting for himself in harsh weather instead of being in his cozy mouse-infested barn. 

After a moment, though, Bennie noticed something else in his stalkers scent. Fear? No, that wasn't right. Bennie looked like a mess! His fur ungroomed, his underfed body looked much too gangly, and his back paw, twisted and all bent out of shape. But then gain, maybe to a cat that was smaller than him...

"Hello?" The tom called out, his voice sounding rough and uneven.

Shaking like a leaf, Desertrose's ears flattened against her head, her eyes wide as she realized she had no idea what to do. The smartest thing was to go out and confront the enemy, make him fear her and hopefully scare him away... but that was impossible. Desertrose had no words to scare him, and her lithe, clean, scarless build was as menacing as a newborn kit's squeal. Her own fear made her unable to realize just how hurt the tom was, and his limp leg went unnoticed by her.

Finally, after a few awkward minutes, Desertrose found the resolution she needed. She was a FireClan cat, after all... was she not? Taking a step out of the brambles, Desertrose stepped out expertly from between the dried branches, her short fur allowing her to not get stuck. Clearing her throat, she let the intruder know she was there, and immediately took on a position that she hoped suggested 'Leave or else', but her eyes betrayed her with a clear 'Please don't hurt me' look in them.

Bennie sighed with relief as a sandy-brown she-cat stepped out from her hiding. The tom was beginning to think he'd gone mad, or hit his head in the fall he took. The she-cat seemed to be trying to.. Ward him away? Questionable, though, because though the slight-built cat took on a hostile position, the smell of her own fear lingered in the air and her eyes seemed to be begging Bennie to go without a fight.

"I erm... Don't mean to alarm you but.." The tom started awkwardly, holding out his hurt paw. "I wasn't paying attention and... Well I fell off that cliff there." He finished, angling his head towards the gorge wall.

Feeling even more threatened by the fact that the strange tom had begun talking to her, Desertrose did her best to control the sudden surge of shaking that threatened to take her over. As the tom kept talking, however, the queen couldn't help but notice that there was a certain amount of friendliness in his voice, unforced and almost unintended, as though if it was a natural trait of his. Following his gaze, she turned her head up towards the gorge, and her skepticism regrew. Wasn't that in the direction DawnClan was at? But yet... he didn't really smell DawnClan, did he?

Taking a tentative step forward, Desertrose hesitated and took two back, her hostile pose slowly turning into a curious one. Who was this cat who seemed to be as clumsy as she was? What did he want here? Did he know whose territory he was invading? And more importantly... did she really have the heart to convince herself to attempt to chase a hurt cat out of their territory?

As the dusky-brown she-cat took on a less hostile position, Bennie almost let out a sigh of relief. However anxiety twisted his stomach in a knot as the cat just stood there, debating? Yes, she appeared to be debating over whether to help the bulk tom, aswell as trying to figure out who he was. Bennie hadn't faced much hostility with other cats in his life, but he'd heard stories of cats who fought to live and set up boundaries for themselves. Could this be one of those cats? But she must know that Bennie couldn't hurt her, not in this condition anyway. So what was the hesitation for?

"I uh.. Well I would be on my way but I figured that traveling won't exactly be an option at the moment." Bennie let out a mrrow, anxiety hidden in his voice. 

A curious look in her eyes, Desertrose tilted her head lightly as she looked at the stranger, not meeting his eyes but instead looking at his hurt limb. It really had taken a bit of damage. Probably nothing a medicine cat wouldn't be able to heal, but for a loner like this... it might mean death. A sigh escaped Desertrose as she realized that the answer was no, there was no way she would be able to allow this cat to leave in this condition. Wanting to get a better assessment of him and his paw, however, she took another step forward, and inquisitive look on her face as she turned her eyes towards his for a second before looking back at his leg, trying to let him know she wanted to see it.

Bennie was getting a bit curious as to why this she-cat hadn't spoken to him yet, it was a little unnerving actually. However she was his only chance at getting help at the moment, so he would have to take a chance and hopefully win her over. Seeing that she was trying to peer at the toms back paw, Bennie twisted his leg to an angle that would allow her to properly see his injury, letting out a slightly pained hiss from the moving of his paw. 

The hissing noise the stranger made immediately put Desertrose in a tense pose once more, her ears flat against her head as she realized that this tom might still attack her, injured or not, if she got too close. On better look of his injury, however, she could tell it would heal poorly if left untreated. Her ears perking up slightly, she turned her gaze up once more at the stranger, a questioning look in her face. How had he gotten here? What was he doing here?

She couldn't ask any of these questions verbally, of course, but she hoped he would at least explain himself without her need to do so. If not, she could always make herself easy to understand by her Clanmates. A simple look of unease would let them know that this stranger was dangerous... or potentially dangerous... and they would definitely be more eager to shred him to pieces first, ask questions later. A shudder passed through her at the thought. Hopefully it didn't come down to that...

Wrong move, Bennie realised once he saw the strange she-cat's reaction to his pained hiss. He tensed up, and only untensed once he saw that her reaction turned from hostile to curious. He needed her help.
"I wasn't paying attention really.." He stated to explain, hoping it would distract at least himself from the awkward silence, and maybe get this she-cat to assist him in finding help. "I had heard of cats living in the wild, so I went to check it out. Guess I should watch where I tread." He laughed, flicking his tail up to the edge of the gorge where the tom had fallen.

Desertrose couldn't help but grimace at his words. He had no idea how correct he was. Searching for the wild cats was definitely among the list of places he should watch where he was going. Still, his laugh eased her, and turning her face towards the spot he pointed at, she gave a genuine smile. He was no threat to the Clan... why, he was no more fierce than a three moon old kit trying to hunt down a moss ball.

Turning her face in the direction of the camp, she twitched her ear unconsciously in thought, concern plaguing her features. They weren't too far from the camp, but she was worried... His injury was pretty severe. He could walk, but he would limp quite heavily. Would they be able to make it to camp before sun high?

Deciding that staying and fretting about it would do them no good, Desertrose nodded to herself in conviction, then turned back to the stranger, her head tilted to the side curiously. How would she be able to let him know that she wanted to take him back to these wild cats... explain to them somehow that this stranger was hurt and no threat, and allow them to see their medicine cat, a cat with knowledge of herbs and healing? Even if she had the ability to talk, she had the sinking feeling that this was not something the tom would take with ease. Keeping her head low in an attempt to show that she was no threat, she slowly walked to his side, closing slightly on him as she attempted to signal that he could use her as a crutch so that they could hopefully get there faster. She only hoped to StarClan that he would understand what she meant.

Bennie's expression turned to confusion, first the she-cat had smiled, then she'd looked concerned. On top of that, she still hadn't uttered a word. However she seemed trustworthy enough, as resistant to help as Bennie was to be helped, and when she padded over beside him, Bennie let himself use her as a sort of rest.

The sandy colored she-cat seemed to want to help Bennie, and Bennie definitely needed the help, it still concerned him that he could smell more cats on her though. Was she taking him to more cats? Maybe the wild cats he had always heard about? Would they be as friendly as her? Sitting around in pain certainly wasn't helping either of them though, so Bennie decided to heave himself up completely and attempt to follow her.
"So.. What's your name?" Bennie started, trying to get rid of the awkward silence.

Beginning as steady a pace as they could back to camp, Desertrose was happy for the silence that had finally found its way between the two of them as they walked side by side. It wasn't that she did not enjoy the talking... oh no. One of her favorite activities, after all, was listening to the wildly exaggerated stories the kits told her when they got back to the nursery about their adventures that day. However, there was no real way for her to respond to a cat that had no idea of her condition, and while so far she had been able to avoid any direct questions, certainly one would-

Mouse dung! Desertrose thought as the stranger asked her a direct question, and one she could not avoid. Freezing on the spot, she almost had to catch herself from falling into him as she forgot how close they were. Turning her face to his, she gave him a sad smile before she mouthed the words, My name is Desertrose. As always, no sound escaped her lips, and she pawed the ground nervously, hoping the stranger would not take this as an insult or mockery and attempt to attack her on the spot.

"Is your throat sore?" Bennie wondered, seeing as the she-cat was intent on only mouthing words. it would make sense, really, as she hadn't spoken yet. Still, Bennie wasn't good at reading lips. "I can try to guess your name, if you'd like." He offered, picking the pace up a little bit.

Desertrose shook her head, turning her gaze back to the front. Her throat was in no way sore, but at least he was getting the idea that it wasn't that she didn't wish to respond to his questions. The mute queen sighed. They still had a ways to go to the camp, but hopefully the stranger would understand the urgency to get to shelter. As the day passed, the territory would get hotter and hotter, until the ground beneath their feet would feel like searing fire, and the heat of the gorge would make their mouths water and their minds grow blurry until insanity kicked in for a few minutes before their inevitable death.

Bennie was slightly relieved when the quiet she-cat didn't accept his offer to guess her name, as the tom wasn't all that good at playing charades.
"So you think some cat could help me?" Bennie wondered, knowing that the she-cat wouldn't really need to talk in order to answer him. Seeing that she seemed to be in a hurry, Bennie picked up the pace as much as he could before the leg he kept held up shook too much and caused discomfort, pain. Why was she in such a hurry? 

Keeping as brisk a pace as she could while still making sure she could offer her support to the stranger, Dessertrose nodded. She had no doubt Emberstripe would take but a look at this tom's injury and find a way to cure him. After all, sprains were rare, but not unheard of in FireClan. Then again... most cats were better at climbing the gorge than this tom. At this thought, a purr of amusement escaped her.

Even though Bennie was fairly sure about the answer, he still felt a bit relieved when the she-cat conformed his ability to be healed. The bulky tom didn't bother asking if they were almost there, as far as he could see there was a discouraging nothing but hot ground and cliff walls at all sides. He noticed the she-cat smiling though, he seemed to be on her good side. That was a plus, at least.


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"Desertrose what?" Kindlestar asked the mottled apprentice with a look of surprise, her eyes wide.

"She brought back a stranger. He doesn't carry the smell of any other Clan on him, so he must be a loner," Cliffpaw responded in as official a voice as he could muster, although his paws were quaking in both fear and excitement at the fact that he had been given an order as important as talking to the leader. "He's at Emberstripe's den now..."

Kindlestar's eyes narrowed dangerously at this piece of information. The last time a loner had gone to the medicine cat den, neither medicine cat had survived the ordeal. This putting her on high alert, she quickly got up and made a beeline for Emberstripe's den, Cliffpaw easily keeping up with the more petite leader. Almost ignoring Emberstripe as she marched in, she padded to where the loner was, her pupils slits. She was caught off guard, however, by Desertrose's rather comfortable composure next to the large tom as she lay down next to him, still looking tense, yet nowhere nearly as tense as she usually was, and a small smile on her features.

Her arrival not having gone unnoticed, Desertrose looked up and quickly grimaced, noticing the angry look on Kindlestar's face. Not daring to sit up, wanting to maintain herself on lower ground than Kindlestar, she turned her face to the ground in embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid as to have forgotten to go to Kindlestar first? Hearing Kindlestar clearing her throat, however, she turned her face upwards again, expecting to see the same angry eyes, yet meeting a somewhat more confused face that gave her some hope.

"Desertrose... It isn't like you to pick up strangers... Please tell me you have a good reason to not ha- to have brought this loner here. You know what happened last time!" Kindlestar mewed in a voice that was level yet with an icy tone to it.

Nodding, Desertrose gave the leader a determined look, yet quivered halfway through and lowered her face, turning a shyer one at the tom she had brought with her. Following her gaze, she turned her look at the tom that had been brought to the camp, and her eyes narrowed slightly again. What could this tom have possibly done to earn Desertrose's trust enough to be brought here? Even if she would have been unable to chase him out due to her lack of fighting skills, she could have easily alerted other warriors about it.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Kindlestar asked, Cliffpaw's hackles quickly raising behind her as the attention was brought to the rogue.

Laying in a strange den with cats that kept murmuring in.. Concern? Bennie couldn't help remember limping into the actual camp. More cats than he had ever seen, cats of all ages had looked up in surprise, and almost all of their expressions turned hostile, or frightened at least. What damage do they think Bennie could do though? Especially with his busted-up leg?

The tom was jolted back in to reality at the arrival of a small tan-black she cat with a fiery expression. When she started questioning that she-cat who had helped him here Bennie noted how the cats around her seemed almost scared of her, and when she spoke the petite cat held an authority in her voice that no cat challenged. When she turned her gaze on him Bennie found that he had to tell himself not to flinch.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" She asked in a harsh tone. Bennie noticed the cat behind her bristling and figured that his answer better be thorough.

"My name is Bennie" He started, surprising himself with the amount on confidence in his voice. "And I lived in a barn for my life, hearing of cats that lived in the wild, so a few moons ago I figured that I was tired of just hearing about them, that I wanted to see them for myself. When I got here I guess I wasn't paying enough attention to my surroundings. I fell off the side of the cliff." He finished, combing through the explanation in his head to make sure that he didn't forget any important details. 

Kindlestar felt relief as she realized that Desertrose no doubt realized this cat could in no way be a threat to the Clan. She had no desire to help him, being the loner he was, but she knew that Desertrose as much too motherly to allow an injured cat to go away without any care. Her relief slowly turned to annoyance, however, as she realized that this cat had taken such a long journey for nothing more than mere amusement. Now she had an injured cat in her paws wasting her Clan's resources even further... and only because he had been bored. Frowning, she turned to Desertrose, who could only shrug in response, making Kindlestar give an exasperated sigh as she turned back on the loner.

"You should have considered staying back in the barn. This place isn't meant for cats like you. We have rules here, and surviving means we take care of our own. Strangers aren't welcome here," she mewed, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she spoke. "You are lucky to have encountered Desertrose. Any other cat in this Clan would have not thought twice to escort you out, injury or not. You should thank her," she continued, an fuzzy eyebrow raising itself as she ignored Desertrose's look of horror at being further acknowledged as she tried to make herself look as small as possible.

Bennie felt a rush of embarrassment as he realized he had yet to thank the she cat-namedDessertrose for her help. "Thank you" He meowed apologetically to the silent she-cat. Turning back to the irritated cat in front of him, Bennie shook off his shyness.

"I didn't mean to cause trouble, however I didn't really leave the barn out of boredom, as much as curiosity. And if the curiosity wasn't strong I probably would have turned back by now." Bennie stated, keeping his voice as polite as possible.

Kindlestar's irritation melted way slightly at the stranger's honesty. She could see why even Desertrose found herself more at ease around him, despite his being an outsider. Unfortunately, this did not take away the fact that he was an outsider. A loner at that! It had been hard enough to get her Clanmates to accept Emberstripe, who had been sent by StarClan... this Bennie would be simply impossible to get them to trust.

"Unfortunately, your curiosity means that I have a cat invading my territory, taking up space for my sick and injured in the medicine cat's den, and possibly another mouth to feed if I don't run you out of here first," she responded, her icy tone gone, now replaced by a more concerned one.

"I say we run him out!" Cliffpaw mewed, his tail high in the air.

At these words, Desertrose's ears perked up. Standing up quickly and in high alert, she walked between Kindlestar and Bennie. Keeping her head low, she gave Kindlestar a begging look. She couldn't send him out like this! He was too clumsy... he would never survive without the help of the Clan. Surely Kindlestar understood this?

"That's enough out of you, Cliffpaw! Go tell Twopelt that we have an injured loner in the medicine cat den, and tell him to wait for me at my den. I need to discuss this with him. Gather Dawncloud, Viperfang, and Pounceflight as well... the senior warriors will want to hear about this," she mewed.

"B-but-" Cliffpaw squeaked in a protesting voice.

"That was an order," Kindlestar interrupted him, her voice growing sharp once more. As Cliffpaw left in a rush, Kindlestar turned her gaze once more towards the queen standing before her. Her gaze growing soft with a flicker of a smile, she mewed, "It is alright, Desertrose. I am not heartless, you know."

Bennie's chest had tightened, then relaxed, then done the same thing several more times. He understood slightly why these cats would be so reluctant to help the tom, but would they really throw him out? This cat, did they say his name was Cliffpaw? He didn't seem to like Bennie.

At least the one that seemed in charge, Kindlestar didn't seem to have the same opinion as him. And Dessertrose helped as well. Bennie was thankful for that.

The tom's tense posture had not escaped Kindlestar's notice, and after Desertrose had finally eased enough and had gotten out of the way, the petite leader walked forward, inspecting the intruder. She couldn't well call him a prisoner, as she had no intention of ill treating him, but it was clear from her gaze that she was thinking about what exactly to tell the hoard of possibly angry cats outside the medicine cat den who were no doubt already flexing their claws at the anticipation of running this tom out. The leg did look injured, however, and she could tell why the mute queen was so against his leaving. This would not heal on its own, and hunting was certainly out of the question for him. Unable to stop herself, a smirk crossed her face as she realized that the voice that kept telling her to let him stay was the reason she would be so eager to kick him out in the first place.

"You said your name was... Bennie?" Kindlestar finally spoke after she was satisfied with her inspection. "You will have to apologize Cliffpaw. He is a young apprentice still, and only recently lost many of his denmates to a band of rogues who attacked and killed many of our kits and apprentices."

At these words, Desertrose flinched with a pang of anguish. She remembered the attack too well still. It was this very attack that had driven her to find Bennie in the first place. She had hated those rogues... in fact, she still did. She could never forgive them for the innocent lives they had taken away from her, and just like any other mother, she still grieved her adopted kits... but Bennie seemed different, and as she raised her green eyes to look at the two chatting cats before her, she was knew Kindlestar could see this as well.

"My name is Kindlestar, and I am the leader of FireClan. I understand your condition is bad... because of this, I will let you stay here while you heal. Emberstripe will take care of you until you are safe to walk and hunt again, but after that, we will part ways. FireClan has been hurt by outsiders many a time, once the clan starts fearing you might be a threat, I cannot guarantee your safety anymore," she mewed calmly, as though if she were speaking of nothing more severe than the weather. "Emberstripe came to us just a mere moon ago as a loner, however, so you will be safe with him."

As she finished talking, she got up and headed towards the opening of the den, but stopped halfway through and glanced back at Bennie, an apologetic look on her face as she mewed, "I'm sorry I can't do more. If you have any questions, please feel free to call on me. Emberstripe and Desertrose both know where to find me."




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Den building. Den building?! While other cats could just lay around Hazelfire would have to work her tail off to build dens for them? That's stupid! Hazelfire didn't like it, at all. As she padded around, fuming and dragging her paws she forgot to look where she was going, and almost tripped on a log in the middle of a grassy clearing! On the log was something she hadn't seen often, a butterfly.It was small and orange and sometimes its wings twitched! Hazelfire was amused. She batted at the butterfly like a kit for how long? She didn't know. Long enough for the sun to be sinking into the tree's arounmd the clearing and for it to start to smell like a dusky night, and for small blood-sucking insects to start flying around her. She almost ignored it, before she remembered the task she still had to do.
Stop loafing off, Hazelfire.
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AHAHAHA YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH I'M LAUGHING RIGHT NOW

Phew okay so I find this so funny because in Vampire Knight near the beginning of the series Yuuki tells Zero to stop loafing off and I always found it so funny ahah.


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Hazelfire felt the relief of all her clanmates. She made sure to dig her claws into the gorge as she started to pad over to a trembling Twitchkit. But her relief was short-lived. "Kindlestar? KINDLESTAR!" Hazelfire heard Twopelt call desperately. She whiped her head around to the water and, in horror, realized Kindlestar was nowhere to be seen! Ignoring the slickness of the rocks Hazelfire bounded down to the edge of the gorge and stepped with her front paws onto one of the paw-holds on the cliff-face. Kindlestar still hadn't made an appearance. Hazelfire was only aware of her immediate surroundings. Wind buffeting her fur, rain pounding over her already-soaked body. Twopelt quarreling with Dawncloud. She kept thinking she would somehow see Kindlestars head emerge from the deadly water, but she didn't, and slowly Hazerfires hopes started to vanish as she watched her clanmates give up, and head to the Moonclan border. On numb, shaky paws, she followed, with only her hope that they would find their young leader on the rescue patrol Twopelt was sure to send out.


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Done!
Phew.
I really like how I did this, actually.

Characters belong to their rightful owners

*gets lazy*
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Clan: FireClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Warrior

Kit Name: Redkit
Apprentice Name: Redpaw
Warrior Name: Redsun

Mentor: n / a
Current Apprentice: - none -  
Previous Apprentices:
- none -

Strengths
- Brave
- A powerful fighter { heavy build and sturdy musculature }
- Level-headed and doesn't rush decisions

Weaknesses
- Physically slow. All that muscle weighs him down.
- Low stamina. 
- A subtle limp in his right hind leg due to an accident when he was an apprentice.

Personality
Redsun is a good-natured and kind tom. He adheres to the warrior code with dedicated passion that often makes his clan mates roll their eyes. He would not hesitate to help anyone in need- even if they weren't from FireClan. This has caused controversy in the past, including a heated fight with Viperfang that left him with a slight, yet permanent, limp in his step.

He doesn't hold it against the older tom though, only making sure to give him space and not spark up their old animosity. 

Brief History
Redsun was born into a litter of three, but his siblings lost their lives when they cornered a den of aggravated snakes on a dare. Neither of them survived the night after being bitten. He was devastated at their loss and even had his warrior ceremony postponed for a full moon while he grieved. It was in this time that he was out wandering one of the clan borders when he encountered a young rogue hunting a snake on FireClan territory. Instead of chasing the cat off he helped him catch the snake and sent him on his way with a word of caution that his other clan mates wouldn't be so kind.

Unfortunately, Viperfang witnessed their parting and became enraged at seeing the young apprentice sending a rogue peacefully away with fat FireClan prey in tow. He launched a vicious attack on the rogue but it was thwarted when Redpaw threw himself between them. The rogue made his escape as the two FireClan cats went at each others' throats. They were dragged apart before either could be seriously injured but Redpaw's back leg had been ruthlessly mauled by Viperfang. The medicine cat did all they could but he was still left with a limp. It wasn't enough to hold him back, but it was still there.

Relationships

- work in progress -

Voice Headcanon: TBA





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Russetpaw


Clan: FireClan
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice

Kit Name: Russetkit
Apprentice Name: Russetpaw
Warrior Name: N/A

Mentor: Twopelt

Personality
As runt of the litter he’s determined to prove himself in any way he possible can. With dreams to someday become the best warrior in the clan he’s constantly picking sibling tussle fights with Brightkit. Don’t ever let her know this, but he really does love her, she’s a good sister and fun to play with. He has a mischievous eagerness to see the world beyond their makeshift camp and will tag along in a heartbeat if Brightkit suggests a game or adventure that requires them to leave the camp’s boundaries. Whenever Flashkit tries to play the pacifist between he and Brightkit, Russetkit will always make a teasing attempt to drag his brother into tussling with them. He has yet to succeed though.
He can be headstrong when the moment calls for it and brave too if there’s a big obstacle in their path that requires overcoming, but like all kits he has his frights in the night that will send him scampering back to the safe paws of his mother.

Physical Description
Russetkit is the smallest of his litter, with a rust brown coat and dark brown on the tips of both his front paws. He has an off-center dark brown halfmask on the left side of his face, and a creamy white halfmask on the right side. The tip and top half of his tail, as well as his ears are also dark brown and the creamy white lightly flecks his underbelly. His eyes are a rich amber color, not matching up with either of his parents and eerily resembling those of his namesake, Russetfur

Family
Father: Twopelt
Mother: Kindlestar
Siblings: Brightpaw { sister }, Flashpaw { brother }

Relationships

work in progress! ; u ;

Voice Headcanon: Brandon Walters

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FireClan
Assignment; The Fox's Den

Redsun
Kindlestar
Lightwhisper

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The three cats were all breathing heavily, spaced apart with ears flattened and eyes burning. Before each of them stood their adversary, bristling and snarling, eyes wide and darting from one cat to the next. Their first attempt at stealth had been a disaster. The wind had changed on them and betrayed their position to the beast almost instantly, forcing Redsun to launch his frontal attack early. He now sported an ugly scrape across his shoulder that slowed his pace, and they had lost the element of surprise.

Now they faced the snarling monster, refusing to back down, blood beading on their own fur. Kindlestar was perched on the high ground, Lightwhisper slunk through the shadows cast by the canyon wall, green eyes glowing out of the dark, and Redsun stood boldly on level ground with the beast, his height almost matching its own.

The first to move among them was the fox, lunging for Kindlestar who dodged nimbly aside as jaws snapped shut on empty air, followed by a bark of frustration. The fox was getting angry with these cats teasing it left and right. Claws raked across it’s cheek before it could turn, but the dark cat that had inflicted the blow had sprang out of reach again. Again and again the two smaller cats darted in to lash out at it, working it into a wrathful frenzy. Soon enough it had completely forgotten the big red cat that had melted down to crouch among the rocks at the base of the pool, creeping up behind him. The fox’s own frenzied panting betrayed it as the sound masked Redsun’s cautious approach.

He saw the opportune opening when Kindlestar gave the beast a particularly nasty slap across the face, leaving it’s back completely open to Redsun, and so he sprang. Powerful muscles propelled him forward and he struck the fox with such force that he could hear the breath driven forcefully from it’s lungs with a weak yelp. As they crumbled to the ground together a loud wail of agony filled the air, for Redsun had dug his claws into the flesh of the animal as deep as they would go.

Thrashing madly in vain to dislodge the tom the fox twisted it’s neck around, trying desperately to close it’s jaws on his throat and stop the searing pain of his claws but Redsun would not be shaken. He clung to the fox with all his strength, knowing that Kindlestar and Lightwhisper could finish what needed to be done so long as he held it down. 

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LAST MINUTE aGAIN SOBS I AM SORRY FORGIVE ME

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Let me see you through

Lightpaw chooses to watch over Dreampaw who has been going through a lot lately. This is supposed to be at the Moon Tree type thing, but I suck at cats and backgrounds so this is really sketch-tastic. Gotta find a better way to do things u ^ u

Tumblepaw was almost a warrior, Dreampaw realized as he dozed in the medicine cat's den, heart skipping a beat. His brother was well on his way in life, well-liked (well okay more than just well-liked by some cats), popular with the kits, and a natural at lessons. He lay his head on his paws sadly, they'd had a dream of standing together, and Tumblepaw was working out well on his end, but Dreampaw felt utterly pathetic on his own. He'd heard that two clans had only apprentices, they didn't have mentors on earth, their mentors were from StarClan? He couldn't help but admit he was jealous, what made them so special? What made him so...normal? He couldn't figure out the prophecy on his own, he felt clueless with many herbal situations, and he couldn't shake this overbearing weight from his heart that something was going to go terribly wrong. He wished he could talk to Tumblepaw...but his brother was often too busy with new friends who were also warrior apprentices, or with apprentice duties, or with the kits. He had his own duties to tend to as well, and his own lessons to learn. He sighed and burrowed into his nest, closing his sky blue eyes, feeling very much alone.

"You're not alone."

He blinked open his eyes to find himself in the Moon Tree, or at least...it seemed so. "Wh...who? Where?" he mewled like a lost kit, before swallowing hard and narrowing his eyes. This must be StarClan's doing. Were they going to give him a new prophecy? Scold him for being so inadequate at his duties? He felt a pelt brush against his and turned to see a pair of soft green eyes staring into his.

"You can stop over-thinking everything," the StarClan cat sounded amused, but also concerned, "Silly furball, your brain might explode."

Dreampaw gaped at the casual tone, but felt his anxiety slowly die down, "You're...a StarClan cat...why am I here?" he watched the other light-colored tom pad away then turn back to glance at him softly.

"You haven't been sleeping well," he murmured, "Your clan needs you at your best, not stumbling around like some sort of half-dead medicine cat apprentice," he flicked his tail amiably, "I know you have a lot on your mind, but I need you to just relax and rest."

Dreampaw blinked slowly, "I...I haven't but...how do you know?"

"StarClan knows many things, silly," he purred, settling down so their pelts brushed, offering comfort and warmth, "Now rest, when you wake up you can serve your clan with the energy you need~"

Dreampaw nestled into the warmth, accepting and cherishing it, how long had it been since he had dozed pressed into another? Since he and Tumblepaw had become apprentices they'd been sleeping apart...he closed his eyes slowly, head drooping to his paws. Before he dozed off he managed one last question, "Who are you?"

"Someone like you," the cat mewed gently, "Now rest~"

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Assignment 12: Pebbleclan

Tumblepaw had already learned to fish from Mintstreak some months prior, and after eagerly going out to assist others in learning this valuable skill, he retreated for a bit on his own. Tumblepaw LOVED the rain. He loved feeling it soak his fur, dripping off the ends of his whiskers. He enjoyed the puddles it made, and how it swelled the river so fish were easier to catch. All in all, Tumblepaw couldn't have been happier that the storm continued on...

Dreampaw on the other hand, was rather concerned. With his prophecy, cats still sick, and other cats dead...he felt like a pretty bad failure of a medicine cat apprentice. He trailed about gathering what herbs hadn't been soaked to death by the continued downpour, casting his eyes towards the heavens. It had been days since he'd seen a glimpse of the stars...when would he get some answers?


I hope this counts as both Tumble and Dream's but if not then I can do another.
First digital painting of a cat.
IDK

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"Mint....Mintstreak-uff..."

"Tumblepaw?"

"Mint...st...rea...k!"

"Pf...Tumblepaw what have you gotten yourself into?"

"They love me too much..."


;u;
This is a little shout out to all those sweet adorable baby kits that are asking Tumblepaw to be their mentor u v u
You all have been so fun to rp with and I look forward to continuing rp'ing in the future. Alas, the mentor/apprentice matches are up to Cursedstar, not me, (otherwise all four of you would be mine /cackles) so we'll all just have to wait and see! In the meantime Tumblepaw loves all of your kits so so much just like I do u v u <3<3


Mintstreak
Tumblepaw

The Tumblepaw Club Members
Driftkit
Fastkit
Burntkit
Emberkit

totally not like the cutie mark crusaders and rainbow dash nope

art (c) et
don't ask what happened with the style this is like a colored sketch u - u
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