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Please note that this reference sheet will always be a work in progress as I roleplay Silent. As your cats interact with him, it does affect him, so this will be updated as events unfold. Check back in later :3




|| General Information ||



Name(s): Silentkit | Silentpaw | Silentscreech
Name meaning:
-Prefix: When Silentscreech was born, his mother, Silvertongue had initially though Silent was dead because he did not move or make a sound.
-Suffix: During apprenticehood, Silentpaw was attacked by a screech owl, giving him the face scars, though he manged to kill the owl in the process.
Nicknames: None yet.
Age: 96 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Elder
Body Type:
-Build: Silentscreech's body used to be muscular and bulky when he was younger, now however, has lost a lot of muscle, and is just bulky. Age has caused his spine to bend downwards in the middle, while the hind end juts up.
-Breed: american longhair mix
-Fur: His fur is medium length, and is very rough, and brittle. His chest and belly fur hang limpy, making him look larger than he is.
-Eyes: Silentscreech's eyes are a dark vivid forest green.
-Other: Silentscreech is missing his front right leg, and has scars on his left hind flank, his upper back, and on his face. He also has a torn ear.

||Other||



|Likes|
- Water [He likes to go to the lake and let the water sooth his stump during summer]
- Kits [Silentscreech doesn't let on he does, but he has quite a soft spot for kits]
-


|Dislikes|
- Owls
- Insolent cats
- Thorns
- two-legs
- Cats staring at his missing leg

|Random|
- He lost leg in a two-leg bear trap, and almost died from it.
- Silentscreech was shunned by his family, a connection that only ever rekindled by 3 of his 4 littermates, Galeheart, Snowbelly, and Cherrydash. He never reconciled with his mother or Gorsepelt.

|| Personality ||


|Grumpy| |Persnickety| |Easily offended| |Hopeless romantic|

|Grumpy|
Kits these days have no manners! As a matter of fact, neither do many of the warriors!...
Silentscreech has a short temper, and almost always grumpy. He tends to snap at any and everyone who talks to him, whether or not they have done anything to him. He believes that no one has proper manners, and it is very hard to get on his good side.

|Persnickety|
I told you before! It was misting, not raining!...
Attention to detail is a very important thing to Silentscreech. It could be anything from something as important as orders given to him to something as insignificant as how large a moss ball was. He is easily irritated when cats exaggerate, finding it necessary to berate them on their inattention to detail. Silentscreech has been known to lecture a cat unlucky enough to get caught, explaining to them how even a minor detail could mean life or death. Needless to say, this tom takes his details very seriously.

|Easily offended|
You think I'm mean now, wait til I get my claws in you!...
This tom is quite easily offended. Anything can set him off, and he will give the offender a verbal lashing, even if it was something as simple as not hearing him talk to them. Most times this cat is all bark and no bite, however, there have been a few times when someone has rubbed his fur the wrong way figuratively and been unlucky at the time. He is usually not ill tempered enough to physically fight a cat, but when it does happen, he fights with a ferocity most don't expect from a crippled elder.

|Hopless romantic|
Those two are meant for each other, even if they are too mouse-brained to see it...
Once you get past this grumpy toms' harsh and daunting stronger personality traits, you will see that he is something of a hopeless romantic. As he spends most of his time in the camp, he usually sits and observes the cats of his clan. When something is going on between two cats, he can usually tell, though there have been times he has missed it. Silentscreech will often talk to his denmates, or just out loud to himself about how the cats just need to stop dallying and wasting precious time and see that they are supposed to be together.




|| History ||



|| Kitten ||
Silentkit was born to Silvertongue and Aldertail in a litter of five. He was the first, and oldest, one of the litter. Silvertongue believed Silentkit to be a stillborn when he came out as he didn't move, and never made a single sound. Busy pushing Silentkit's other siblings out, Silvertongue left him where he lay. Once the fifth and final kit was born, Silvertongue turned to the unmoving kit, and saw a slight rise and fall of the kits' breathing. She nudged the bundle of fur to her belly to feed, though she didn't hold much hope that her eldest kit would survive the night. When she saw that he had, indeed survived, she named him Silentkit. Once the kits eyes opened, and they started moving around on their own, Silvertongue believed Silentkit would start talking. However, for the first 6 moons of his life, Silentkit never spoke. Members of Shadowclan often joked around, some saying that Silvertongue had broken her son, others saying how lucky she was to not have a kit who talked incessantly. His brothers and sister often teased him, asking if he was stupid, and never let him play with them. Shunned, Silentkit would pad over to the elders' den day after day, and sit and listen silently to the elders stories of their lives. It was there in the elders' den where Silentkit felt safest, most familiar. He never minded when the elder's would repeat stories, he was content just to listen.

|| Apprentice ||
The day of Silentkit's apprentice ceremony, his mother halfheartedly washed him, before attacking his siblings with wash attempts. After 6 moons, his family had seemed to desert him. Being the oldest, the leader called him forward first, giving him Larksong as a mentor. He padded forward hesitantly to touch noses with her, and that day they set off on his first trip out of the camp. Larksong talked for quite awhile telling Silentpaw all about the territory and what he would face on his path to becoming a warrior. He listened to her diligently, absorbing all the information he could. For the first half moon, Silentpaw would listen to her silently, learning all he could, all the while thinking of what a beautiful respectable cat she was. She had the heart of angel, and he fervently wished that she would have been his mother rather than Silvertongue. He admired her courage and fearlessness, and hoped that he could be like her. It was nearing a full moon that he had been an apprentice when he finally spoke. Larksong had taken Silentpaw out on a border patrol, along with Galepaw and her mentor. About halfway through the patrol, Galepaw and her mentor split from the other pair, and left them alone. As Larksong and Silentpaw walked, a feeling was bubbling inside of Silentpaw. He stopped, and closed his eyes. After a moment, Larksong realized her apprentice wasn't walking with her, and she padded back to him, and asked with great concern if he was okay. Snapping his eyes open upon hearing the genuine concern in her voice, he rushed forward and buried his nose in her neck fur. Pulling back, he looked up at her, and with a rusty and unused voice mewed to her "Thank you." Larksong's eyes widened and she rubbed her nose against his cheek letting a loud purr blossom in her chest. She knew all about Silentpaw living up to his name, everyone is Shadowclan knew he had never spoken. She also knew how much those two words meant. After that day, Larksong was eventually able to coax Silentpaw into talking to her, and he placed his trust fully in her. For most of his apprentice moons, it was mostly uneventful. There were a few border squabbles that he had been in, had been to several gatherings. The day came for Silentpaw's final assessment. Larksong sent him out to go and hunt early in the morning, there still being a hint of stars in the slowly brightening sky. Silentpaw padded briskly through the territory, confidently padding after the scent of a squirrel. Upon seeing the squirrel enter his vision, he crouch low to the ground, beginning to stalk it. After a couple moments, the squirrel jumped quickly and dove for a bush, and Silentpaw had a couple seconds to wonder why the squirrel ran before it could hear or even smell him when he saw a shadow and felt a stab of pain on his face. A terrified shriek rose out of his mouth when he saw the owl come swooping back for him, its talons poised and deadly, aiming straight for him. He tried to dodge and end up getting the owls claws scoring his pelt from leg to spine. With blood pouring into his eyes, he watched as the owl swooped once more for him assuming it would be able to take him down now that it had injured him, and he jumped, colliding with the owl mid-air,attacked it with his own claws and teeth. The owl tore his ear in half with its cruel beak, and he was quickly able to find the owls neck, and bit down crushing its windpipe, and together they crashed to the ground. Once he realized the owl was dead, the adrenaline seemed to evaporate from him, and he slumped over, feeling pain lance through his body. Seconds later, Larksong came running with the medicine cat, and they hauled him and the owl back to camp. The medicine cat said starclan must be on Silentaw's side for him to not have lost his vision. The owl's talons had come dangerously close to his eye. He had to stay in camp for a week to heal properly, and after the week was up, he was given his warrior ceremony, much to Larksong's and his pleasure.

|| Warrior ||
Silentpaw became Silentscreech in honor of the owl that had attacked him, that he had taken down. He was made warrior the day before the full moon, and was proudly picked to go to the gathering. The gathering was uneventful, but Silentscreech sat proudly as the assembled cats yowled his name in congratulations. It was more than his 'family' had done. His mother and littermates sat stone still during his ceremony, his littermates giving him bitter and angry glares of contempt. Near a moon later, the rest of his siblings were made warriors as well. After their vigil, they sauntered up to Silentscreech while they were outside of the camp and said that he was only made a warrior before them because the leader pitied him from getting attacked by the owl. Gorsepelt, the worst of the pack, said that he heard Silvertongue saying that she wished the owl would've finished him off. Silentscreech flattened his ears and backed away from the group. He knew his mother shunned him, but he didn't know she wished him dead. Suddenly Larksong appeared and them to back off. His littermates rolled their eyes saying it was pathetic that he needed his mentor to save him and left. As Larksong turned back to Silentscreech, she saw the tom running away, as fast as he could. Silentscreech ran, running to the edge of their border. There was a tree there, where a hole had been carved away by the weather under the roots, and he crawled in and curled up, turning into a sobbing mess. Later that day, Larksong found him, and laid beside him. "They aren't worth this Silentscreech. You know they were only saying things they thought would hurt you." Eventually his crying subsided, though they end up spending the night under the tree.

Moons passed by for Silentscreech, his siblings still trying to tear him down, his mother blatantly ignoring him, and the abuse his littermates dished out. Gorsepelt seemed to become more and more public and violent with Silentscreech. What started out as harsh and hateful words slowly transformed into wicked and cruel attacks. Silentscreech would come back into camp each day with new scratches and cuts running over his pelt. Larksong would try to go out with Silentscreech, but they were often separated with different duties. Each night when they went to bed, Larksong would lick the cuts clean, and pressed moss against the deeper wounds. Silentscreech rarely went to the medicine cat, as he didn't want to say that it was his own brother who inflicted the wounds. Whenever his clanmates would see the cuts, he would say he fell into a thorn bush. This continued on for quite awhile. Soon, a small change started to happen. Galeheart, Cherrydash, and Snowbelly stopped physically attacking Silentscreech, and their verbal attacks seemed less intense, more halfhearted. One day, Galeheart hesitantly approached Silentscreech, and awkwardly tried to talk to him. After a couple moments, Galeheart burst out with an apology saying that she didn't expect him to forgive her but she wanted to let him know how sorry she was. Silentscreech accepted her apology, and they started to build up a relationship. It was not long after that Cherrydash and Snowbelly followed Galeheart's actions, and apologized to Silentscreech. He found out that Gorsepelt had been abusing them as well. They told him that he had fractured one of Snowbelly's ribs, and clawed Cherrydash and Galeheart several times.

When Gorsepelt found out that Snowbelly, Cherrydash, and Galeheart had reconciled with Silentscreech, he was furious. He became more and more unstable, and one day while Silentscreech, Larksong, Snowbelly, Cherrydash, and Galeheart were out on a hunting patrol he attacked them. Slinking downwind of them, he made to attack Silentscreech, but Snowbelly blocked his path, and he end up slicing Snowbelly's neck clean open. Cherrydash and Galeheart chased Gorsepelt out of the territory, while Larksong ran back to get the medicine cat. Silentscreech tried to press moss against Snowbelly's neck, but the blood kept flowing around the moss. Snowbelly died before the medicine cat was able to get to them. When the leader found out what had happened, he called a meeting, and told the clan that if anyone saw Gorsepelt, they were to chase him out immediately. Silentscreech mourned for his brother, sad that he only had such a little time to actually get to know Snowbelly.

WIP


||Family||


Mother: Silvertongue
Father: Aldertail
Siblings:
- Gorsepelt [deceased]
- Snowbelly [deceased]
- Cherrydash [OPEN FOR RP]
- Galeheart [OPEN FOR RP]



|| Relationships ||


:bulletorange: = Apprentice
:bulletpurple: = Family
:bulletblack: = Dead

:bulletwhite: = Uncertainty/Neutral
:bulletblue: = Acquaintance :bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: = Good friend :bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: = Respect
:heart: = Mate
:bulletpink: = Crush/attraction :bulletpink::bulletpink: Lust
:bulletred: = Discomfort :bulletred::bulletred: Despise

Shadowclan:
:bulletblack:/:bulletyellow:/:bulletgreen: | Larksong
She was my mentor back when I was an apprentice. She believed in me, and helped me better myself when my own family shunned me. I hope I made her proud, for she was like the mother I never had. The day she died broke my heart, and honestly, a little bit of my spirit.




||Roleplay Info||


Note RP: I am always open to note roleplays. I find it easiest to rp through notes as they're neater and easier to keep organized.
Chat RP: I am willing to do chat roleplays, as long as I have access to the internet consistently, which is 99% of the time. If you want to Chat RP with me, just send me a comment and I'll pop on.
Skype RP: I rarely will do Skype roleplays, as I am never on my skype. However, if you really want to skype, just let me know, and I will give you my skype name.

Roleplay example: [Taken from a note RP with Viperstar]

A pair of ears twitched as the sound of bird song lazily drifted into her den. Blinking slowly, Viperstar awoke and fluffed her fur against the chill that hung in the den, clinging to the earth around her nest. A small stretch, accompanied by a content sigh, had her up and out of her warm nest. Pricking her ears, she could hear the last dying song of a cricket that transformed into the chipper melody of the morning birds.

She knew that many, if not all, of her clanmates would still be asleep. The she-cat remembered back when she was an apprentice, even as a warrior, she loved to sleep in, being wrapped up in a dream where anything could happen. Now, she rarely had time to sleep in, but the one perk of waking early was seeing the sun rising over the horizon.

Padding out of her den briskly, she took a deep breath in, inhaling the scents of the morning. Her eyes were closed as she let her senses float away in the light breeze of the morning. Slowly opening her eyes, Viperstar looked out towards where the sun was rising, not noticing her silent deputy sitting not far from where she was.




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|| General Information ||



|Name(s)|
Berry
Name meaning
Was given the name "Berry" for the bright red markings spattering her pelt.

|Nicknames|
None yet

|Age|
42 moons

|Gender|
She-cat

|Rank|
Loner

|Body Type|
Build:
Berry has a stocky build, being slightly shorter than the average she-cat. She has a longer body, but shorter overall.

Breed:
Turkish Van x Austrailian Mist mix

Fur:
She had medium-short fur. Her pelt is white with gray and red spots, with darker stripes running through the color.

Eyes:
Her eyes are a pale yellow.

-Other:

||Other||



|Likes|
- Birds
- Water
- Running
-


|Dislikes|
- Beetles
- Ants
- Mean cats
- Mud
- Climbing Trees

|Random|
- She has a nervous tick that makes her wash her fur if a cat she doesn't know stares at her for a long time.
- If she doesn't know a cat well, she stutters. A lot.

||Sexuality||



|Orientation|
Doesn't know.


|Preference(s)|
Berry doesn't judge cats by their looks, she just wants a cat who understands her and respects her.


|Activity|
Berry is still a virgin.



|| Personality ||


|Shy| |Self-conscious| |Hyper| |Compassionate| |Strong|

|Shy|
H-hullo...
This loner is exceedingly shy. She has a hard time making friends because she is so shy, and many cats think she is too stuck up to talk to them. Many times a she-cat has attacked her because they thought she thought that she was better than them, and chased her away. Because of the attacks, it has just made her even more hesitant to meet cats. She doesn't know how to fight at all, so when a cat does attack her, she runs.


|Self-conscious|
Y-You don't think my fur is ugly, d-do you?
Because she doesn't have many friends, she has a low self esteem. She is constantly worrying about how her fur looks, whether cats think she is too fat, and her height. She has a nervous tick now, to start washing her fur if a cat looks at her for a long time. She is afraid they are looking at a dirty patch of fur. She will start to shrink into herself if the cat inspects her for too long.


|Hyper|
Come on! I feel like I can run for hours here!
Once Berry has come out of her shell, she is quite the hyper little ball of fur. She can run and run and run for hours on end, and it can be quite a funny sight to see. She will run full out, bouncing lightly as she runs making her look almost like a squirrel, and as she runs she holds her tail straight up. Berry will make tight turns as she runs, coming barely a whisker away from a tree before she turns. She also enjoys swimming, though that's a little harder for her because she is scared to go to a water source in case another cat finds her and chases her away.


|Compassionate|
WIP

|Strong|
WIP

|| History ||



|Before|
Berry was born to Jewel, a kittypet who's twolegs lived near the clans. Jewel was white with silver leopard markings, and blue eyes. Jewel was perfectly content to lounge about all day, preferring to lay on her fluffy bed on the window sill than go outside and explore. She disliked the thought of any dirt getting lodged between her paws, or worse, in her fur. She proudly wore her collar, bragging to the few cats she did come across about how special her collar was. One day, after scratching a pillow, her twolegs got upset with her, and kicked her out of the house for the whole night. It was nearing leaf-bare, and that night was especially cold. Jewel huddled up under bush- filthy as it was- and tried to keep herself warm. Soon, she heard paw steps approaching, and thought it was one of her other kittypet friends. The cat who approached, however, was a large tom-cat she had never seen before. Immediately she pinned her ears back and fluffed up, spitting at the tom, terrified. She had never been in a fight, her twolegs normally put caps on her nails. The tom started laughing, saying how funny it was that the itty bitty kittypet thought she could scare him by fluffing up. After promising he wouldn't hurt her, he sat down and cocked his head to the side looking at her. Slowly, she forced her fur to lay flat, though her ears were still pinned. "What's a cute and defenseless kittypet like you doing out on this cold night?" he mewed to her, thoroughly amused. She glared at him and looked away, muttering that she had clawed a pillow and her twolegs had thrown her out. The two cats talked through the night, eventually ending with the pair pressed tightly together. After that, Jewel [hesitantly at first] ventured outside to meet up with the loner.


|Kitten|
Jewel found out that she was with kits near a month after she met Jasper [the loner]. At first she was excited and happy that she was going to have a litter, but when her twolegs found out, they made plans on taking her to the cutter. She was going to lose her kits. She was able to flee the house, a place she once believed was her haven. She chewed through her collar and left the mangled bits of it on the porch of the twolegs house. She ventured out to find Jasper, and when she told him she was with his kits, he immediately told her she was welcome to stay with him. It wasn't too long before she delivered, having one healthy, if not small, she-kit. The small kit had her white fur and the markings she herself held, though the markings were the color of Jasper's fiery pelt. Jewel and Jasper doted on their daughter, naming her Berry, for the bright red markings on her fur. Jasper would always play with Berry, making sure his daughter was happy. They taught Berry how to hunt, though when it came to birds, Berry found that she would rather watch the fascinating creatures flit through the air rather than pin them to the earth and kill them. Berry had inherited Jasper's long body and fast gait.


|Young adult|
When Berry hit one full cycle, she decided that she wanted go off on her own. When she told Jewel and Jasper, at first they refused, but after awhile, they conceded and let her go. She promised that she would visit them often. She padded along for a couple days, not quite sure where to go. She came upon some territory that was full of fir trees, smelt strongly of cats. Soon enough she happened upon a group of cats that immediately attacked her and chased her away. She found other areas like the first, one area full of leafy trees, but held a different smell, and one a moorland, holding yet another smell. In each area she was chased away, so she hung around the outskirts of the territories. She made her nest a small ways away from the moorland, under a trees roots that was pressed firmly against a cliff wall. She found it on accident, almost falling inside of it while running one day. It was big enough for 3 or 4 cats to fit comfortably inside. When she crawled inside, she found it was full of dead leaves, though she had the good fortune of finding a rather plump mice hiding out in the leaves. After eating the mice, she cleared most of the leaves out and gathered some moss and any feathers she could find to line the den. She used the rest of the dead leaves to conceal the hole while she is away. Soon, she settled into her new life, each day waking with the sun, going out and catching prey and roaming around for the rest of the day before heading back to her den at sundown. During warm days, she usually can be found near a river, either laying on the bank or swimming around in the water. In the winter, she will go out only to catch a few pieces of prey before retreating back to her den to try and keep warm.



||Family||


Mother:
Jewel

Father:
Jasper

Siblings:
None




|| Relationships ||


:bulletorange: = Apprentice
:bulletpurple: = Family
:bulletblack: = Dead

:bulletwhite: = Uncertainty/Neutral
:bulletblue: = Acquaintance :bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: = Good friend :bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: = Respect
:heart: = Mate
:bulletpink: = Crush/attraction :bulletpink::bulletpink: Lust
:bulletred: = Discomfort :bulletred::bulletred: Despise

Loners:
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen:/:bulletpink: | Rarity | Loner
"She's my best friend. We met while hunting the same bird, and after a couple, err.. tense moments, I offered to share it with her. I hadn't really met any other non-clan cats, and she was really the first nice cat I met. She stayed the night with me in my den. I liked it a lot. I hope we can hang out some more!"


:bulletwhite:/:bulletpink: | Kore | Loner
"This tom made me kinda nervous at first, but he kept complimenting me. He also made me feel a little less bad about crashing into him. He.. He kissed me, but I don't really know how I felt about it. I mean, I liked it, but I hardly knew him! I was too far from my den that day, and we curled up together that night. He kept me safe through the night. Though I haven't seen him since than.. I wonder where he is."


:bulletwhite:/:bulletblue: | Magma | Loner
"He t-tried to teach me how to climb a tree after a tree branch fell on top of me, b-but I didn't really like being u-up that high. He wa-was nice though."


:bulletwhite:/:bulletblue: | Breeze | Kittypet
"She was really nice, though I only really saw her for a very short time. She was really pretty too."


:bulletred:/:bulletwhite: | Swiftfoot | Windclan warrior
"H-he caught m-me just o-outside W-Windclan's territory. I only wanted to find some prey, but h-he was just s-so mean!"







||Roleplay Info||


Note RP: I am always open to note roleplays. I find it easiest to rp through notes as they're neater and easier to keep organized.
Chat RP: I am willing to do chat roleplays, as long as I have access to the internet consistently, which is 99% of the time. If you want to Chat RP with me, just send me a comment and I'll pop on.
Skype RP: I rarely will do Skype roleplays, as I am never on my skype. However, if you really want to skype, just let me know, and I will give you my skype name.

Roleplay example: [Taken from a note RP with Viperstar]

A pair of ears twitched as the sound of bird song lazily drifted into her den. Blinking slowly, Viperstar awoke and fluffed her fur against the chill that hung in the den, clinging to the earth around her nest. A small stretch, accompanied by a content sigh, had her up and out of her warm nest. Pricking her ears, she could hear the last dying song of a cricket that transformed into the chipper melody of the morning birds.

She knew that many, if not all, of her clanmates would still be asleep. The she-cat remembered back when she was an apprentice, even as a warrior, she loved to sleep in, being wrapped up in a dream where anything could happen. Now, she rarely had time to sleep in, but the one perk of waking early was seeing the sun rising over the horizon.

Padding out of her den briskly, she took a deep breath in, inhaling the scents of the morning. Her eyes were closed as she let her senses float away in the light breeze of the morning. Slowly opening her eyes, Viperstar looked out towards where the sun was rising, not noticing her silent deputy sitting not far from where she was.



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Please note that this reference sheet will always be a work in progress as I roleplay Viper. As your cats interact with her, it does affect her, so this will be updated as events unfold. Check back in later :3




|| General Information ||



|Name(s)|
Viper | Viperpaw | Viperstrike | Viperstar

|Name meaning|
|Prefix:
Viper's mother, Adder was named after a snake, and wanted to repeat the tradition when she saw her daughter had pale yellow snake-like eyes.

Suffix:
Viper was pronounced Viperstrike during her warrior ceremony because of her swift and accurate attacks during battles.

|Nicknames|
None yet.

|Age|
126 moons

|Gender|
she-cat

|Clan|
ThunderClan

|Rank|
Leader

|Body Type|
-Build:
Viperstar has a small body and thin body build, being smaller than the average male, and slightly smaller than the average she-cat.

-Breed:
Somali mix

-Fur:
Her fur is short and silky, and she has a bottlebrush tail. She also has ear tufts, the color of her underbelly.

-Eyes:
Viperstar's eyes are a pale yellow with a thin bright orange strip lining the pupil.


||Other||



|Likes|
- She loves to climb trees and often will travel through the dense areas of the forest via branch hopping.
- Rain
- Fog/mist


|Dislikes|
- Bees
- the Dark Forest
- Cats who belittle her heritage


|Random|
- She has a certain fascination with butterflies, moths, and ladybugs, she could sit and watch them flutter all day.
- Viperstar sometimes still has nightmares revolving around the battle where her mother died.
- Viperstar has slight insomnia, caused by the constant moving as a kit.
- Viperstar is sensitive to the light, so her eyes are always slitted in the day time.


|| Personality ||


|Devious| |Persuasive| || |Responsible| |Caring| |Stern| |Playful| |Amicable| |Confident|

|Devious|
WIP

|Persuasive|
WIP

|Responsible|
I gave my word; This will be done... Because Viper's mother was deaf and was always so skittish and terrified, Viper had to mentally grow up quickly, and it end up making her feel the need to be responsible. She was the one who usually made sure there was no one and nothing around where her and her mother made camp. As Viperpaw became an apprentice of Thunderclan, she strived to complete her training with diligence. She worked long and hard wanting to prove that she was just as good as any other clan cat. Hearing whispers from her clanmates as well as other clan cats only furthered her desire to prove herself.


|Caring|
You're not hurt, are you? Do you need someone to talk to?... Viperstar has a great deal of care and compassion in her heart, and she believes that no cat should ever be without someone to care for them. She will take up any role a cat needs in their life, from a friend, to a confidant, to even a mother figure. If you want someone to talk to, to be friends with, Viperstar is your cat.


|Stern|
If I've told you once, I've told you countless times!... Though sometimes Viperstar may sound a little harsh at times, she really is looking out for the welfare of her clan-mates. She will make time to devote herself to kits and apprentices, sometimes playing with them, sometimes training them. No matter what she has in store for the young cats, she always makes sure to teach them about the dangers that can be found in the forest. Better to teach a kit early on to stay away from thorns and deathberries, rather than suffer the consequences later.


|Playful|
WIP

|Amicable|
Hello there, My name is Viperstar, its' a pleasure to meet you!... Viperstar is something of a social butterfly. She loves to get to know cats, and flourishes having her friends around her. She is easy to make friends with, few cats ever get on her bad side. She is quite friendly, and always tries to make sure everyone is included.


|Confident|
WIP




||Life Count||


Life's lost: 
6

Life's Remaining: 
3

1st Life:
Badger attack
2nd Life:
Green cough
3rd Life:
Hypothermia
4th Life:
Windclan attack
5th Life:
Infection
6th Life:
Car hit and run
7th Life: 
On 7th Life currently
8th Life:
Still remains
9th Life:
Still remains



||Sexuality||



|Orientation|
Heterosexual


|Preference(s)|
Viperstar doesn't care about physical aspects so much as she wants a cat who cat take care of himself and understand that the clan comes before everything with her.


|Activity|
Viperstar is not a virgin.

|| History ||



|| Kitten ||

Viper was born to a deaf loner by the name of Adder. She was an only kit. Her mother struggled to keep both herself and her daughter fed and alive. Once Viper was strong enough to be moved, Adder constantly kept both of them on the move, terrified to be caught unaware. Because of her deafness, she had a rather difficult time catching prey, usually preferring to catch fish, as it easier to catch the fish without sound. Adder normally let them stay in a single area for a week, before moving on, though she never strayed too far from the river. Because Adder could not hear, Viper never really talked, feeling it was pointless. She never found out why Adder was so terrified of everything, why she was always on the run.

When she was nearing 4 months old, while moving once again, Viper started to explore the area, moving farther and farther away from her mother. She heard alot of screeching and yowling in the distance, and ran terrified back to where she had left Adder. She wasn't there. Picking up Adder's scent, she ran after her, realizing that she was quickly approaching the sounds of battle. Dread filled the young kit's belly like a rotten piece of meat and picked up her pace, almost flying over the ground. Viper stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a writhing mass of cats, some of the cats even seemed to shimmer! Blood was everywhere, and shrieks of pain, snarls of fury, and yowls of victory cascaded over her ears causing her to shy away. She couldn't find her mother in this! All she could smell now was blood! Her eyes flew frantically over the scene, trying to find her mothers familiar pelt. There! She saw Adder, and relief flooded her, before being replaced with terror and anguish. One of the dark pelted shimmering cats had Adder by the throat, and dark liquid was bubbling out of the dark cats mouth, and down Adder's neck. Viper ran to her mother as the cat threw her down and took off, and saw with dismay that her neck was torn open. Her mother's eyes were starting to dull, and she mewed weakly, her voice cracking from lack of use "I love you". It was the first and last words that Viper ever heard from her mother. Viper curled up beside her mother, and pressed her nose into her mother's still warm fur. The noises of the battle turned to white static as she lay beside Adder.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she came back to herself when she felt a nose prodded her neck fur, hearing a cat exclaim 'she's alive!'. A mouthful of teeth grabbed her by the scruff removing her from her mothers now cold fur. Blackness overtook her once more as she let her numbness take hold. Once she woke up again, she was in a den with a cat smelling of plants and herbs, who told her she was in Thunderclan. She asked her name, but she just shook her head and buried her nose under her tail. A large brown tabby, similar to the one who had killed her mother, though he had warm amber eyes instead of the frosted blue ones of the murderer, came in and told her she could stay if she wanted, so, upon having no where else to go, and no way to survive on her own, she nodded silently to the tom and curled up once more.



|| Apprentice ||
It wasn't long after the Battle was over that Bramblestar officially welcomed Viper to Thunderclan. For the most part, Viper kept to herself, thinking that none of the cats would truly accept her, an orphan. It wasn't long before she slowly was broken out of her shell, and she blossomed into quite a social cat. She made as many friends as she could, even making friends from other clans when she attended gatherings. Viperpaw had a natural air around her that made others feel welcome and comfortable enough to talk to her. It was Bramblestar who was her mentor, and she developed quite a bond with the large tom. She considered him to be a father figure of sorts, and she was truly grateful that he had accepted her into the clan. Bramblestar taught her everything, from learning to fight, to the ways of the clans, and all about starclan. He also taught her about the Dark Forest when she inquired about the dark pelted ghost cats that she had seen. She told Bramblestar of how she came to be in the clans territory, of how her mother was deaf, and how she had seen her mother die at the hands of a tom that looked nearly identical to him, only that the tom had piercing blue eyes. Bramblestar sadly told her that it was his brother, the cat that had killed her mother, and that he was so very sorry for what had happened. He told her that if a cat like Hawkfrost ever entered her dreams, that they would try to recruit her, or kill her. He showed her the scars that he himself had attained from the dreams, letting her know that whatever happened in those dreams happened in real life. Viperpaw devoted herself to making sure that something like that would never happen again. That no kit would suffer the same fate she had, that no cat would lose a family member to the evil of the Dark Forest.

She trained hard, striving to be the best hunter, the greatest fighter. Though the previous leader, Firestar [whom she had heard about, but had apparently died in the battle before she awoke], had been a kitty-pet, many of the clan members still disbelieved that a previous loner would ever amount to anything. Viperpaw wanted to prove them wrong, that she could be something. So she made her goal to be the leader of Thunderclan. Other apprentices scoffed at her, saying that a loner would never be the leader of the great clan. Many of her friends often joked with her, saying that when they were made leader, they would let her be the deputy.

One day, nearing the end of her apprenticeship, she was sent out to hunt, for observation. As she was tracking down a squirrel, a young fox had appeared down wind of her, and attacked. Viperpaw, ever the one to prove herself, instead of running away, she ran headfirst for the russet colored beast. She dodged and pranced out of the way of the wicked gleaming teeth of the fox, aiming well placed attacks on the fox. It wasn't long before Bramblestar showed up, and together they chased the fox well out of Thunderclans territory. Bramblestar decided that Viperpaw had proved herself, so later that day, Bramblestar called the clan together, and Viperpaw was named Viperstrike, for her fast and accurate attacks.


|| Warrior ||
WIP

|| Leader ||
WIP

||Family||


Mother:
Adder [deceased]

Father:
-unknown-

Siblings:
none


|| Relationships ||


:bulletorange: = Apprentice
:bulletpurple: = Family
:bulletblack: = Dead

:bulletwhite: = Uncertainty/Neutral
:bulletblue: = Acquaintance :bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: = Good friend :bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: = Crush/Attraction
:heart: = Mate
:bulletpink: = Lust
:bulletred: = Discomfort :bulletred: Despise

Thunderclan:
:bulletwhite:/:bulletblue: | Foxsnarl | Deputy
...PENDING...

:bulletwhite:/:bulletblue: | Chestnutblaze | Medicine cat
...PENDING...

:bulletorange:/:bulletblack: | Stormpaw | Apprentice
...PENDING...

Shadowclan:
:bulletblue:/:bulletblue: | Cricketleap | Warrior
"During one of the gatherings, I accidently ran into this spirited young apprentice. At first she seemed a little annoyed, though when she heard I was Thunderclan's leader, she stumbled over an apology. I have to admit I was a little put off that she seemed afraid of me, though after talking for a little bit, she warmed up to me. She's definitely a spunky little thing. She'll grow up to be quite a fine warrior one day."


Windclan:
:bulletwhite:/:bulletblue: | Flarerain | Warrior
"I ran into him once while I was out hunting. He was very polite, if a little bit withdrawn. He seemed nice enough, though he barely spoke. Seemed like he thought I was going to attack him."





||Roleplay Info||


Note RP: I am always open to note roleplays. I find it easiest to rp through notes as they're neater and easier to keep organized.
Chat RP: I am willing to do chat roleplays, as long as I have access to the internet consistently, which is 99% of the time. If you want to Chat RP with me, just send me a comment and I'll pop on.
Skype RP: I am always open for Skype Roleplays, just send me your skype name, if I don't already have it.



Roleplay example: [Taken from a note RP with Viperstar]

A pair of ears twitched as the sound of bird song lazily drifted into her den. Blinking slowly, Viperstar awoke and fluffed her fur against the chill that hung in the den, clinging to the earth around her nest. A small stretch, accompanied by a content sigh, had her up and out of her warm nest. Pricking her ears, she could hear the last dying song of a cricket that transformed into the chipper melody of the morning birds.

She knew that many, if not all, of her clanmates would still be asleep. The she-cat remembered back when she was an apprentice, even as a warrior, she loved to sleep in, being wrapped up in a dream where anything could happen. Now, she rarely had time to sleep in, but the one perk of waking early was seeing the sun rising over the horizon.

Padding out of her den briskly, she took a deep breath in, inhaling the scents of the morning. Her eyes were closed as she let her senses float away in the light breeze of the morning. Slowly opening her eyes, Viperstar looked out towards where the sun was rising, not noticing her silent deputy sitting not far from where she was.




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Name: Echopaw

Age: 17 moons

Gender: Female

Breed: Russian Blue + Manx

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: Apprentice




Personality:



{Gentle} {Neat Freak} {Over-Cautious} {Friendly}

{Gentle} Echopaw is very gentle and is very afraid of doing anything irradical. She is very petite with her movements and will freak out at loud noises, her slipping, or making a mistake. She is very gentle around kits, and likes playing with them, just not rough housing.

{Neat Freak} Echopaw is very neat and dislikes getting her fur dirty. She will do a lot to avoid a mud puddle, or a especially boggy spot of the territory. She always keeps her fur nice and groomed. If she sees another cats fur that had a tuft sticking out she has a strong impulse to fix it, and will often ask someone if she can fix it. She doesn't like blood or guts, it just grosses her out for some reason. She doesn't mind it on prey, but others cats, it just makes her skin crawl.

{Over-Cautious} She is very cautious, especially near the river, due to her past. She will often back out of an activity with other apprentices if it seems to dangerous to her. She's very careful when walking across treacherous territory, for she also doesn't want to get dirty.

{Friendly} Even though she can be shy at times, she is very friendly and loves making new friends. If Echopaw sees someone who seems lonely she'll always go and introduce herself, and try to be friends with them.


Hidden Traits

{Imaginative} Echopaw doesn't like to show this side of her, but she has a big imagination. Inanimte objects talking or having feelings? Yep. She likes to daydream, which she is never seen doing, for she hates to be caught for her imaginative side, for she thinks everyone will make fun of her for talking to a butterfly.

Temporary Traits
{Depressed} {Shy} {Sullen} {Clumsy} {Friendly}

{Depressed}
After most of her friends died, she became depressed and doesn't really see the light of things anymore. The once somewhat upbeat she-cat is now just sad and gloomy

{Shy}
Even though her loss, she is still very shy and timid, and is afraid to approach cats she doesn't know. This may play a part to her depression, for she's afraid to meet new cats that could maybe help her.

{Sullen}
Echopaw doesn't see the same things funny or humorous anymore, for it just seems to remind her of her friends. Jokes don't seem to help her, and if pushed, she'll snap at you and get away from you.

{Clumsy}
Echopaw doesn't seem on top of things anymore, and she has been getting clumsier. She has also stopped caring for her pelt, and it is forming clumps, and sticking out at different angles

{Friendly
Though she's sad, she is still friendly and won't scare a cat away if they approach her. Though she may seem less approachable, she still enjoys company everyonce and a while.



Brief Backstory:


{Kit} As a kit, Echopaw was abandoned at the border of Riverclan. Her father and mother were left unknown, actually, nothing was known about her. She was brought in and raised by another queen in the nursery, Swanflight, who had recently lost her kits to greencough. The Swanflight raised her like her own, and cared for Echokit greatly.

{Apprenticeship} When Echopaw was made an apprentice, she was overjoyed. Some of the other kits had ben staying away from her when she was younger, but she didn't really mind. She was finally happy to be an apprentice to start having duties to serve her clan. A moon after her apprentice ship, she was out one sunny day with Swanflight, just talking a walk near a river. Echopaw, still pretty young then, strayed to far into the water of the river and was swept down in the swift currents that were in the middle of the river. Her mother came to rescue her, and was able to help Echopaw up onto shore, but the strong current was too much for her and she was pulled under, and swept away. Echopaw never saw Swanflight again. When she returned to camp, she had broke down in the middle of the clearing when she told everyone. Swanflight was later assumed dead. Echopaw mourned for Swanflight for at least, three sunrises and sunsets. She was the only cat that she had, and now she had lost her, and for her own stupid mistake. Echopaw will forever, blame her self for what happened, but she will always know that Swanflight is either watching over her.....or still out there.

{Recent Events}
Echopaw recently lost three of her friends, and only has one or two left, though she never talks to them anymore. She is quite depressed and sad and doesn't seem to see the light in life anymore.



Likes:
- Sunny days
- Clean/groomed fur
- Swimming
- Fishing
- Watching the Sunset

Dislikes:
- Rain
- Fast flowing rivers
- Dirty/ ungroomed fur
- Mud
- Blood/ Guts


Family Bio



Family:
-Mother- Unknown
-Father- Unknown
-Foster Mother- Swanflight
-Siblings- Unknown





Relationships:



:bulletorange: Apprentice/Mentor
:bulletpurple: Family
:bulletwhite: Dead

:bulletblack: Hate|Dislike
:bulletblack::bulletblack: Fear
:bulletblue: Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: Good friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: Crush/Attraction
:bulletpink: Mate
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Lust
:bulletred: Discomfort
:bulletred::bulletred: Despise

Riverclan

:bulletblue::bulletorange: Badgerstar - I-I never imagined that Duststar would die so suddenly like that. I-I was heartbroken, but you took me under your wing and you're mentoring me now.

:bulletwhite::bulletblue::bulletblue: Cyclonepaw - H-He's really nice, and we both imagine that things talk. He's kinda funny and I-I want to get to know more about him. I think it's cool that you and your brother are so close. I-I-I c-can't believe y-you're g-gone, I-I...

:bulletwhite::bulletblue::bulletblue: Typhoonpaw - *giggles* I remember when you tried to drop mud on my head and you ended up falling out of the tree yourself. I think someday you'll be as good as pranking as your brother. W-Why did S-Starclan d-do this t-to you? I-I m-miss y-you so much!

:bulletwhite::bulletblue: Barkpaw - I-I remember when we first met, you had given me your fresh kill, even though you didn't even know me. I hope we can get to know more about each other. I-I h-hope y-you're happy in the s-stars with Cyclonepaw and Typhoonpaw, I-I miss you guys so much.

:bulletblue::bulletwhite: Duststar - I-I can't believe you're dead. I-I never really got to know you, and I now regret that. I hope you're happy up in Starclan.



Roleplay Sample:



A dark-spotted she cat opened her green eyes and glanced around. Sunlight was streaming into the apprentices den, from the look of it, early morning. Echopaw yawned and sat up. She shook her fur and quickly groomed down some tufts sticking out. She finished up and trotted out of the den. She saw everyone was gathered in front of the deputy who was sending everyone off on patrols. The she-cat looked around the clearing for her mentor and shrugged. ' He must be doing something' she thought and sat down at the edge of the crowd and waited for her mentor. Her stomach growled softly, and she realized she was pretty hungry. But the clan comes first, so I'll wait until we're done training today she thought and listened to the deputy.



Edits:
3/9 edited a spelling error

4/14 - Added thoughts about cats in relationships

4/30 - Edited her family Bio

7/22 - Edited Personality, History and Relationships

8/23 - Updated her visual ref, added a few markings ouo

9/13 - Edited Age

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Edit1: Added relationships ^^



Name: Lynxshade

Age: 41 moons

Gender: Male

Breed: Japanese Bobtail

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: Warrior




Personality:



{Skeptical} {Quiet} {Unforgiving} {Observant} {Meticulous}

{Skeptical} Lynxshade is usually not easily convinced to do something, especially if he sees the idea as not a good one. He is also very skeptical of Starclan, for he blames him losing his leg on them, for, they're up there to protect the clan and it's members right? Due to his misfirtune, his faith in Starclan is as thin as a thread.

{Quiet} When you first meet Lynxshade, good luck in trying to get a few words out of him. Only when he starts to trust you or like you, he'll speak, but not often. At clan meetings, however, if something is said that offends or is disrespectful to a friend or a cat he respects, he'll speak out and stand up for them. He only does this from experience, for when he was little, no one stuck up for him.

{Unforgiving} This tom can be very unforgiving if you say or do something that hurts him or a cat close to him. He will avoid you and shun you for many moons, or depending on what you did.

{Observant}Lynxshade is more of an observant type of cat, rather than being in the middle of a conversation. He likes to sit up on high perches and watch from above, which is said to come from a thin trace of Skyclan blood in his family.

{Meticulous} Lynxshade is very meticulous and can notice a hair out of line on a cat. He isn't very gullible, and never falls for tricks. He has basically memorized all of Thunderclan's territory, all the places he's been, at least.




Backstory:



{Kit}
Lynxshade, Lynxkit then, was born to Sorreltail and Brackenfur, in a later litter. He had 2 littermates, Locuskit and Lavenderkit. He and his siblings were like 3 peas in a pod, they couldn't be seperated, until the Great Battle. When Brokenstar attacked the nursery, before Ferncloud got there, he had killed Locuskit and Lavenderkit. Lynxkit was only saved because he had hid in the back of the nursery under a low branch. He had witnessed his own siblings' death, and Ferncloud's too. After the battle was done, he went into a depression and suffered from flashbacks. His parents tried to do everything they could, as well as the medicine cat. He eventually recovered, but could never forgive the evil, Dark Forest cats.

{Apprenticeship}
When Lynxpaw was made an apprentice, he was given a trusted and wise warrior as a mentor. Lynxpaw looked up to his mentor and did everything he said. During his training, he began to let go of his siblings' deaths and began to live a normal life of an apprentice. He became more social, and made some friends.

Then it all changed. One day, he was out on patrol with his mentor and some other cats, including Dovewing. She had stopped suddenly and said that she could hear the Dark forest cats. Lynxpaw had become overcome with rage and grief that he had run off into the undergrowth in the direction that Dovewing had said. Lynxpaw ran into a clearing where he saw Dark Forest cats appearing, they were there to get revenge. The rest of the patrol had caught up and they went into battle. They managed to drive them back into the Dark forest, but at a cost. Lynxpaw's mentor had been injured greatly and had lost a lot of blood. He had only made it back to camp before dieing of blood loss.

Lynxpaw mourned greatly for his mentor and continued to get horrible flashbacks of the incident, and of his siblings' deaths. He went another moon training with other apprentices' mentors before he was made a warrior.

Early Warriorship
In his early warrior days, he had managed to get over his mentor's death with the help of his parents and other cats. He continued to get horrible flashbacks, but not as often. He went on hunting and protecting and serving his clan for a few moons.

Then one day, he was out hunting alone one sunny, newleaf day when he took a wrong step into a sink hole and fell into an underground river, which carried him out from the territories into a land outside of the valley. He had washed up on a river bank near a community of Twoleg dens.

Rouge
Lynxshade, now taking on the name, Lynx, had wandered around the community and made himself a home in an abandoned twoleg den. He had established his own territory and fended off against other rouges and loners living there.

One day, Lynx wasn't being careful while walking up on a fence and had stumbled down into an alley. Two dogs attacked him, both of them were big rotweilers. Lynx ran for his life, only to end up being cornered in a dead end. Not wanting to make a last stand in the alley, Lynx tried to fight his way out between the two giagantic dogs. That was a big mistake.

One of the dogs had bitten his leg and crunched down on it so hard, the bones inside it had shattered. Lynx had been knocked out cold from the pain, and would've died if not a kind twoleg had chased off the dogs and rescued Lynx. They ended up taking him to a vet and had to get his leg amputated, for his leg would never heal correctly and would most likely get infected. After the procedure, the twoleg had taken Lynx home. She was a kind middle aged woman who lived alone, so there weren't any dangers of other animals.

When Lynx finally came too, he found himself laying on a soft stone in the twoleg den. He went to stand up, but he just fell forward. A sharp jab of pain shocked up the remaining part of his leg. He managed to roll over and sit up, then unsteadily stand up. The twoleg entered the room and saw Lynx, and went to help him when he panicked and lashed out. Or he at least tried to. His right arm was gone, and it was his dominate paw too. So all he did was hiss and fall over. The twoleg helped him up and he just let her pick him up and carry him back to the soft stone.

He continued to live with the twoleg until the wrappings were taken off and he finally got to look at his leg. The fur had grown back around it, but it was scarred and ugly. By then, Lynx had gotten used to walking with three legs, and even developed ways of fighting (when the twoleg wasn't home). He had also grown to like the twoleg, not the way of a kittypet, with all the gushy, and tasteless food, but he liked the twoleg.

One day, the twoleg brought Lynx outside into the back area of the den. She carried him out of a swinging panel and out into a forest area. She then gently put him down and nudged him off, for she understood he didn't like the life of a housecat. Lynx, at first, was reluctlant to leave, but ended up padding into the undergrowth and finding the river where he originally washed up. He traveled along it, until he found his way back into the valley, back to the clans by the lake.

Rejoining the Clan
When Lynxshade finally reached Thunderclan camp, he was nervous. He thought no one would recognize him, for he had changed a lot. When he first entered camp, everyone's gazes turned to him. Gasps and murmuring was what first met his ears. Then out of the elders den, came his mother, and his father slowly following. She embraced him, and was looking him over when she came across his missing leg. She had stared at him in horror, a gaze that would forever haunt him forever. His father, though, had come to his rescue and said how greatful he was that Lynxshade had returned. The rest of the clan had uneasily agreed and dispersed. Lynxshade was shocked to see they had a new leader and deputy. He was later told they had passed away.

It took Lynxshade to get used to clan life again, and the stares and gossip about his leg. It eventually died down, for cats were getting bored. He by then, had learned to tune it out and to stay away from other cats. He never grew close to anyone and started to get flashbacks again.
Currently
His parents eventually died of old age, and Lynxshade now lives an average life of a warrior, no matter his disability.




Likes:
-High perches, like trees
-Quiet areas
-The smell of lavender and roses
-cats who overlook his disability

Dislikes:
-Loud noises or discussions
-abnoxious apprentices
-underground places
-tripping/falling
-being wet
-being judged for his missing leg



Family Bio



Family:
-Mother- Sorreltail
-Father- Brackenfur
-Grandma- Willowpelt (Mother's side) Frostfur (Father's Side)
-Grandpa- Whitestorm (mother's side)
-Great Grandma- Swiftbreeze (Mother's Side) Robinwing (Father's Side)
-Great Grandpa- Adderfang (Mother's Side) Fuzzypelt (Father's Side)
-Uncles- Sootfur, Rainwhisker (mother's Side) Thornclaw (father's side)
-Aunts- Brightheart, Cinderpelt (father's side)

Others:

Lynxshade will everyonce and a while, get 'ghost feelings', like where his leg used to be, he'll suddenly get the urge to scratch at it, and is sometimes seens scratching at empty air.

He will often have flashbacks of past memories and will often freeze up, and talk to no one in particular.



Relationships:



:bulletorange: Apprentice
:bulletpurple: Family
:bulletwhite: Dead

:bulletblack: Hate|Dislike
:bulletblack::bulletblack: Fear
:bulletblue: Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: Good friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: Crush/Attraction
:bulletpink: Mate
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Lust
:bulletred: Discomfort
:bulletred::bulletred: Despise

Thunderclan
None yet

Shadowclan
None Yet (that I know of)

Windclan

:bulletblack::bulletred::bulletred: Swiftfoot - I hate this tom. He thinks he can just stide on to my clan's territory? I think not. And why did he have to go and laugh at my missing leg? Well, he learned his lesson

Riverclan

:bulletblack::bulletred::bulletred: Stoutclaw - This tom. Oh him. He only taunted me for my leg because he had the safety of being on the other side of the river. I hope to never run across him again.

Non-Clan

:bulletblue::bulletblue: Rarity - She's an...interesting young cat. She's been through a lot for a cat her age..I just hope she can find a way to hunt, for I don't want her dying from starvation

:bulletred: Magma - I came across this tom looking for moss for his mate. Apparently he's never heard of boarders. At least he had the right mind to not pick a fight with me.

(If I am missing anyone please tell me ^^)



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Name: Echocreek

Age: 21 moons

Gender: Female

Breed: Russian Blue + Manx

Clan: Riverclan

Rank: Warrior




Personality:



{Depressed} {Shy} {Sullen} {Clumsy} {Friendly} {Timid} {Skittish}

{Depressed}
After most of her friends died, she became depressed and doesn't really see the light of things anymore. The once somewhat upbeat she-cat is now just sad and gloomy. She still is saddened, and doesn't seem to be getting much better.

{Shy}
Even though her loss, she is still very shy and timid, and is afraid to approach cats she doesn't know. This may play a part to her depression, for she's afraid to meet new cats that could maybe help her.

{Sullen}
Echocreek doesn't see the same things funny or humorous anymore, for it just seems to remind her of her friends. Jokes don't seem to help her, and if pushed, she'll snap at you and get away from you.

{Clumsy}
Echocreek doesn't seem on top of things anymore, and she has been getting clumsier. She has also stopped caring for her pelt, and it is forming clumps, and sticking out at different angles

{Friendly
Though she's sad, she is still friendly and won't scare a cat away if they approach her. Though she may seem less approachable, she still enjoys company every once and a while. She is starting to become more open, since her ceremony, and is looking for some kind of companionship.

{Timid}
Through and incident, she has become timid, adding onto her already shy disposition. She is clearly an easy pushover, though sometimes through her immense fear, she'll find stubbornness.


{Skittish}
After getting the ugly scars that are now etched across her face, she has become more easily to be surprised/scared. If you happen to sneak up on her, and freak her out, she'll be trying to get up the nearest tree in a heartbeat.




Brief Backstory:



{Kit} As a kit, Echopaw was abandoned at the border of Riverclan. Her father and mother were left unknown, actually, nothing was known about her. She was brought in and raised by another queen in the nursery, Swanflight, who had recently lost her kits to greencough. The Swanflight raised her like her own, and cared for Echokit greatly.

{Apprenticeship} When Echopaw was made an apprentice, she was overjoyed. Some of the other kits had ben staying away from her when she was younger, but she didn't really mind. She was finally happy to be an apprentice to start having duties to serve her clan. A moon after her apprentice ship, she was out one sunny day with Swanflight, just talking a walk near a river. Echopaw, still pretty young then, strayed to far into the water of the river and was swept down in the swift currents that were in the middle of the river. Her mother came to rescue her, and was able to help Echopaw up onto shore, but the strong current was too much for her and she was pulled under, and swept away. Echopaw never saw Swanflight again. When she returned to camp, she had broke down in the middle of the clearing when she told everyone. Swanflight was later assumed dead. Echopaw mourned for Swanflight for at least, three sunrises and sunsets. She was the only cat that she had, and now she had lost her, and for her own stupid mistake. Echopaw will forever, blame her self for what happened, but she will always know that Swanflight is either watching over her.....or still out there.

During the middle of her apprenticeship, her first mentor Duststar, died from what seemed like Starclan's wrath. Stricken by the loss, she fell behind in her training, but was soon brought back up by the new leader, Badgerstar. He was a more stricter mentor, but he eventually showed a kind heart. He taught her well, and she soon started to catch up. However, her short lived happiness would be cut off.
During that time, she had become friends with a few other apprentices, and when all of a sudden, almost all her good friends died. Four out of 5 or 6 of them. The young she-cat fell into depression, for she hadn't really experienced that much loss, in such a short life time.
She again, fell behind in training, and went way past the due time for assessments. but her mentor let her be and recover. Though she never did. She just pushed it aside and barely completed her assessment. (Will add more later)

{Warrior}
WIP




Likes:
- Sunny days
- Clean/groomed fur
- Swimming
- Fishing
- Watching the Sunset

Dislikes:
- Rain
- Fast flowing rivers
- Dirty/ ungroomed fur
- Mud
- Blood/ Guts


Family Bio



Family:
-Mother- Unknown
-Father- Unknown
-Foster Mother- Swanflight
-Siblings- Unknown




Relationships:



:bulletorange: Apprentice/Mentor
:bulletpurple: Family
:bulletwhite: Dead

:bulletblack: Hate|Dislike
:bulletblack::bulletblack: Fear
:bulletblue: Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: Good friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best friend
:bulletyellow: Crush/Attraction
:bulletpink: Mate
:bulletpink::bulletpink: Lust
:bulletred: Discomfort
:bulletred::bulletred: Despise

Riverclan

:bulletblue::bulletorange: Badgerstar - I-I never imagined that Duststar would die so suddenly like that. I-I was heartbroken, but you took me under your wing and you're mentoring me now. You've taught me so much, I just hope you'll still be there to talk.

:bulletwhite::bulletblue::bulletblue: Cyclonepaw - H-He's really nice, and we both imagine that things talk. He's kinda funny and I-I want to get to know more about him. I think it's cool that you and your brother are so close. I-I-I c-can't believe y-you're g-gone, I-I...

:bulletwhite::bulletblue::bulletblue: Typhoonpaw - *giggles* I remember when you tried to drop mud on my head and you ended up falling out of the tree yourself. I think someday you'll be as good as pranking as your brother. W-Why did S-Starclan d-do this t-to you? I-I m-miss y-you so much!

:bulletwhite::bulletblue: Barkpaw - I-I remember when we first met, you had given me your fresh kill, even though you didn't even know me. I hope we can get to know more about each other. I-I h-hope y-you're happy in the s-stars with Cyclonepaw and Typhoonpaw, I-I miss you guys so much.

:bulletblue::bulletwhite: Duststar - I-I can't believe you're dead. I-I never really got to know you, and I now regret that. I hope you're happy up in Starclan.



Roleplay Sample:



A dark-spotted she cat opened her green eyes and glanced around. Sunlight was streaming into the apprentices den, from the look of it, early morning. Echopaw yawned and sat up. She shook her fur and quickly groomed down some tufts sticking out. She finished up and trotted out of the den. She saw everyone was gathered in front of the deputy who was sending everyone off on patrols. The she-cat looked around the clearing for her mentor and shrugged. ' He must be doing something' she thought and sat down at the edge of the crowd and waited for her mentor. Her stomach growled softly, and she realized she was pretty hungry. But the clan comes first, so I'll wait until we're done training today she thought and listened to the deputy.




So yes, finally got her warrior ref up
Little echo isn't so um...little anymore xD


Echocreek and Art (c) ME
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General Information



Name: Galaxykit Galaxypaw GalaxyMist
Age: 27 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Mix
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Orientation: Straight

Personality



[ Just -- Intelligent -- Blunt -- Persistent -- Worrier -- Wounded ]

Just
"We can't hunt on their territory! It's against the Warrior Code... It's not okay to steal prey. It's not ours to take."
Born within the clan ranks, it's easy to say that Galaxymist grew up with the Warrior Code pressed firmly into his mind, imprinted to where he can pretty much recite if by heart. He's got a strong sense of right and wrong, though he isn't one of those cats to constantly badger others for their decisions. He's still not exactly sure where he stands, unlike most characters that are overly just in their opinions. He'll take a stand against something and do what's right when it's called upon him, but he's still learning, and because of that, he sometimes questions his own regards to the Warrior Code and life as a warrior. After all, it's the only way to life he's known and he isn't sure if it's the best path for him or not.

Intelligent
"Rabbits may be fast, but you can always outsmart them instead of outrun them."
Galaxymist has a rather good memory for hunting and fighting in comparison to that of most felines, the issue he has is that, despite knowing the movies and what to do, his muscle memory tends to take over in battles, leaving him little to no room to actually tactically think out what he's going to do next. Instead, he uses his intelligence to help others and teach others, showing that some day he might actually be a good mentor. Now if only he knew how to actually sounds smart/funny/happy around felines he likes. He might actually be a good tom to befriend if he wasn't distant.

He's actually quite the thinker, a feline that is wiser than he lets on. Giving words of wisdom that shouldn't come from a feline as young as he. He's experienced a lot despite being so young. Sometimes it might just be wise to listen to him.


Blunt
"That plan isn't going to work. You should probably have more cats in the patrol."
Despite being polite and gentlemanly in his responses most of the time, there are times when Galaxymist can become quite blunt in his responses. Now, this doesn't mean that he is rude when he's pointing out what needs to be fixed, no I don't think Galaxymist could ever be rude. A bit snappish? Yes, but rude, no. He's the kind of cat that will try to help by suggesting something better, but sometimes that can backfire on him. It's not his fault, not all cats like to be told what to do.... even when it's a suggestion.

Persistent
"I'm not stopping! Not until I prove my worth!
Maybe it's because when he was younger, he was seen as the runt of the litter, and maybe it's just because his father always expected him to do better than he normally did, Galaxymist has always been persistent in his endeavors, especially when it comes to his loyalty and value in his clan. He's always working harder to ensure that he can become one of the greatest cats in the clan, always trying to make sure that he proves himself to his clan, even though he's probably done more than his fair share of work over the two years he's been alive. Though he doesn't often snap back or tell others why he's always working so hard, if somebody ever catches him practicing on his own, they can hear him constantly reminding himself that he needs to be better... To not be so weak.

Worrier
"W-What if this doesn't turn out the way I want it to? I could get into a lot of trouble..."
Another trait picked up from when his father was around, constantly telling him that everything he did was not going to sum up to anything. Pathetic, quiet, and alone, Galaxymist has picked up the trait of constantly worrying about situations, even when he's talking to his own leader! He has little to no reason for most of his problems when it comes to qualms he may have though, but that doesn't keep him from having them. Maybe someday he'll realize that he's got a good enough sense of will and morals that he won't cause himself to get into trouble. That day though, is not today.

Wounded
"I always push others away from me... I'm good at it."
To keep it simple, Galaxymist is a very distant feline. He's not a loner and he'll respond to others, but he just keeps to himself unless another cat interacts with him first. He just prefers to be alone most of the time, though he's not a hermit or even one of those cats that everybody is afraid to speak to. He's kind and sweet when spoken too... He's just a feline that's been hurt by circumstance, and because of that, he keeps to himself. It's safer that way.

History


[[ Birth and Kit-hood ]]
"He's small, way too small to ever amount to anything. I'm sorry Whitefrost, you'll be lucky to see this kitten live through leaf-bare... and with green cough affecting the camp, too. The others should be fine, but this one...

Born on the eve of a terrible winter storm along with four other siblings, life wasn't exactly kind to Galaxymist from the get go. No, he was not only the last born, and thus made the official "youngest" of his siblings, he was also born the runt, and because of this, it was often thought that Galaxymist wouldn't survive the first few moons of life, let along over two years. His brothers and sisters were always larger than him, always picking on him, and always looking for ways to get him to cry. There were plenty of times the young tom can recall fluffing out his soft kitten pelt and running into the nursery, crying out for his mother to protect him, and while the first two moons he got away with doing that, by the time he was three moons old, Whitefrost started to force her son to deal with the problems on his own, crushing any love that he may have kindled for her in his first weeks of life. He's grateful that she cared for him, but love is almost out of the question.

Galaxymist actually was pretty void of love during his kithood, though he would only later admit that to his mentor and good friend when the time came. For the time being, Galaxymist just kept to himself, a lonely kit that had no friends his age because of his siblings, but that wasn't the worst part. What tore Galaxymist to the core was hearing from his own leader that he wasn't going to be promoted with his siblings because of his small size. The leader at the time was afraid the other clans would think of the small kit as a liability and thus give them reason to target him instead of others. This feat alone caused the young tom to lose hope in himself for awhile, he wouldn't play, wouldn't socialize, wouldn't do much of anything.

That was when his father, Blacktail, took him under his paw and began to personally train him, declaring that "No son of his would be kept from their destiny."

The words still echo in Galaxymist's mind now, moons after his father's death. They give no comfort to the tom, only painful memories of mindless tasks and hard work from his seven moon mark to his nine moon mark. His father taxed him, forcing him to work day in and day out until finally, the leader of ThunderClan agreed to promote him up as an apprentice with the next litter of kits that had been born.


[[ Apprenticeship ]]
The day Galaxymist became an apprentice was the day things began to look up for him. He got a good mentor, a feline that was steadfast in his teachings and knew how to keep Galaxymist's father from breathing down his back too much (Though at night the whispers from his family members was enough for him to know his father was still judging him) Dragonthunder replaced most, if not all of Galaxymist's family and also taught him about the ways of life that he hadn't been taught around his father, who had spent his time drilling attack moves and the warrior code into his son's head. Instead, Galaxymist learned to appreciate the little things and began to come to terms with himself as a cat, even though it was a long and hard journey to becoming a full warrior.

Galaxymist made a few extra friends here and there, some were even in different clans, but he still remained loyal and distant member of Thunderclan, giving out responses and smiles whenever they were needed. He still acts like this now as a full warrior. Dragonthunder and Galaxymist spent seven moons together training and learning more about each other and by the end of his training, the young black and white tom knew he had finally found the one cat that he could rely on. Most of Galaxymists's redeeming traits were given to him during these moons, showing that not all traits are genetic.

Sometimes you just have to grow into who you want to become.

Galaxymist became a full warrior and received his warrior name after helping his clan fight off invading rogues in a border skirmish. Shortly after, his mother died of greencough.


[[ Adult Life as a Warrior ]]
Besides a few attacks here and there, and losing his father and best friend, Galaxymist hasn't lived much or really done much as a warrior despite being one for almost a year now. He's working hard and getting used to seeing felines as old as he is be the leader of his clan, but he's getting used to it and growing into his own little niche, though he's still keeping himself distant. Gentlemanly and noble, the tom's always up for talking to others and going out on hunts with his fellow warriors, but other than that, everything is still up for debate with this tom.

More to be added as time goes on


Family


:bulletorange: :bulletwhite: Whitefrost
"My mother by only birth, there's a part of me that misses her now that she's gone, but I honestly don't feel any regret or remorse for her. I just wish she had loved me more..."

:bulletorange: :bulletred: Blacktail
"I have no respect or anything for that cat. He isn't even fit to be known as my father. I'm glad he died, I just wish Dragonthunder hadn't tried to save him."

Relationships



:bulletwhite::bulletwhite: = Uncertain
:bulletwhite: = Neutral
:bulletblue: = Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: = Friend
:bulletgreen: = Close Friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best Friend
:bulletyellow: = Platonic Love
:bulletyellow::bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletpink: = Romantic Love
:bulletred: = Slight Dislike
:bulletred::bulletred: Hatred
:bulletorange: = Family
:bulletorange::bulletorange: = Adopted family
:bulletblack: = Slightly Jealous
:bulletblack: = Envious
:bulletpurple: = Respect
:bulletpurple::bulletpurple: = Admiration

ThunderClan Cats
:bulletpurple::bulletyellow: Dragonthunder
"Though he died in the same fight as my father, I can't help but feel as if this tom meant more to me than anybody else in my family ever could. He was the father I never had, and although it's been moons since his death, I feel his absence like a thorn in my side every time I turn around. He was a great friend, and I learned so much from him. Starclan be with his spirit... Maybe someday we'll meet again. I'd like that.

RiverClan Cats

WindClan Cats

ShadowClan Cats

SkyClan Cats


Roleplay Sample


Taken from an rp in a different group

"Quietsoul!" Galaxypaw called, jumping in front of him and the she cat. "AshClan isn't the same as they once were. You saw it with your own eyes. Tanglefire became Tanglestar upon Tumblestar's request. Grasslight had been compromised.... h-he..." The young tom slowly backed up, tears threatening to over take him. His father was now dead and his mother was falling in love with another cat. She barely talked to him anymore. He and his sister hadn't spoken in moons, and now his mentor, the only cat he felt he could trust, was causing all these painful memories to resurface. He shook himself, forcing himself to calm down. "He wasn't the same tom that you and I once knew. We can't blame AshClan for his actions." What was going on with his mentor? He didn't normally act like this did he? Was he always so ready to jump in and fight a cat that wasn't even prepared to fight? The questions bounded and multiplied through his brain, causing pain to spike through his heart as he thought about all the things that had gone wrong.

Was it his fault? Just like it was his fault his youngest sibling had died? Fear and pain shot through the cat, causing his entire body to freeze up as he awaited his mentor to finally respond. The questions... they were almost too much for the nearly fully grown cat.

It was all almost too much.

Extras


:bulletyellow: Strengths and Likes
> Galaxymist loves to be spontaneous a times
> Wishes to live life to the fullest
> Likes going outside on autumn days by himself
> Is a good fighter when it comes to instinct
> Is a good listener, doesn't give too much feedback if it's not wanted
> Loyalty is a priority for him
> Sociable when needed

:bulletyellow: Weaknesses and Dislikes
> But can't fight with tactics to save his life, despite his knowledge on it.
> Can be "too blunt" at times
> Doesn't like to attract attention to himself
> Hates being crowded by cats
> Can sometimes become stubborn
> Isn't afraid to stand up for authority (sometimes needs to be but eh)
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Name: DappledRain
Age: 24 moons (2 years)
Gender: Female
Breed: Technically a "Mutt" but best resembles a Maine Coon
Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Warrior
Orientation: Straight

Personality


[ Lighthearted -- Caring -- Strong/Steadfast -- Quick Witted -- Hasty -- Temperamental ]

Lighthearted
"Oh.... well... Maybe we can go out and hunt squirrels! I'm more than certain that will cheer you up!"
Never one to sit down and think about the darkest part of a situation, Dappledrain has always been a bit more chipper than the rest of her clanmates, despite all that has happened to her during her short lived life. Now, this doesn't mean that Dappledrain is happy all the time, she just knows how to keep a situation from seeming to depressing and knows how to distract others from their suffering.


Caring
"You lost your way? Don't worry! I can lead you back home without issue. Come on!"
If there was ever a cat that would do anything for her clan to ensure that they were okay, Dappledrain would definitely be the feline to talk to. Even as a young apprentice she spent most of her time caring for the elders of her clan or cleaning out bedding for the queens. Most apprentices hated the job when it given to them, but Dappledrain never complained about it. She knew she was helping out her clan. Also, if she sees any felines that seem upset, she's one of the first to ask what's wrong, even if she isn't all that sociable.


Strong/Steadfast
"If you even think I'm going to come with you, you're wrong! This isn't what being a warrior is all about."
Stubborn as a mule, once Dappledrain has her mind set t something, she's not likely to change it if the cat trying to change her mind is of equal rank or lower. She isn't afraid to express her opinion and challenge others, but when it comes to challenging authority, she often backs away faster than most. This is probably because she's afraid of what might happen if she stands up for what she believes in against a feline that can possibly banish her from the clan.


Quick Witted
"Quick! The River's overflowing! We have to get back to camp and tell the others!"
Whenever a situation calls for fast thinking, Dappledrian is one of the first cats to take charge and give headway on what should happen. She's not bossy about it, though her overconfidence at times can be a large fault when she gets too far ahead of herself, but she knows what to do and how to react to most situations as long as it doesn't involve swimming.


Hasty
"Let's get this done, now!"
Dappledrain sometimes gets ahead of herself and decides she wants to get something done right then, right now. Because of this, she can appear impatient, rude, and or inconsiderate of others. She's not trying to be that way, she's just so focused on the task at hand that she doesn't realize there are others that are doing the same thing.... or are on her side for that matter.


Temperamental
"I am not doing that and there is nothing you can say or do that will stop me!"
Dappledrain has a temper issue that she's been struggling with since she was really young. Getting upset over minor things. It's a spark, a sudden flare and then it's gone, but sometimes it turns into a raging fire that can't be put out for days. It all depends on what happened and show she feels about it... Sometimes you never know with Dappledrain.


History


Born as a half clanner, Dappledrain never really got to know her parents as well as she may have wanted to. Her father, a clan cat (from what her mother had told her) was never around and her mother, a rogue, often spent her days out hunting or sleeping instead of watching Dappledrain and her siblings; Fire, Sky, and Shadow. (Bluesky, Foxfire, and Dayshadow) One day Dappledrain and her siblings decided to play a game of hide and seek upon Shadow's suggestion. Shadow would seek while Fire, Sky, and Rain hid. It was all fun and games at first, but then Rain got lost. Wandering the forest aimlessly before eventually crossing into SkyClan's borders. Night fell down upon the forest quickly after, and soon the scared young she cat hid in the hollow of a large sycamore tree till morning.

Luckily enough for Dappledrain, then known as Rain, no owl, fox, or raccoon came upon her in the night and she survived the biggest scare she's ever had to deal with. A small border patrol found her small body sleeping and brought her back to camp where she was renamed Dappledkit and was then raised by the queens in the nursery. The first moon in SkyClan was hard, for her sisters and brother were not with her, and she became plagued with nightmares. She had made friends yes, but the two kits she had befriended ended up dying due to a bad illness that had taken over her clan. Soon enough Dappledkit became Dappledpaw, and as an apprentice, her mentor was not there for her that often. Somewhat self taught, most of the moves she learned were from older friends she had made at her young age, and eventually she fell in love with climbing... She became a cat of the trees, one that preferred to surprise her enemies by jumping out of the shadows or dropping down from great heights to take them off guard. During her apprenticeship she became close with two brothers, both of which grew out of hanging out with her after they became warriors, much to Dappledpaw's dismay.

Dappledpaw soon enough became a strong warrior of SkyClan and has spent plenty of her time working towards becoming a respectable and kind member, always looking out for others and seeing what she can do to help them out. She may be young, but she's got a fire in her heart unlike any other.


Family


:bulletorange:/:bulletpink: Rosemary
"My mother and a feline that I never really got to know well. There is so much I wish I could tell her, but right now I'd like to think she'd be proud to know at least one of her children became a member of the clans she so often talked about when she was with us. Who knows? Maybe she joined a clan... though I really doubt it, it'd be nice to at least see her once again... I miss her sometimes, even though I didn't get to see her all that often. She was my mother after all."

Relation to Dappledrain: Mother
Life Status is unknown


:bulletorange:/:bulletwhite: ???
"Who was my father? I don't think my mother even told me or my litter mates his name. I do know he was a clan cat, but past that? Nope, not a single idea. It could be any older tomcat!"

Relation to Dappledrain: Father
Life Status is unknown, name is unknown


:bulletorange:/:bulletpink: Fire (Foxfire)

:bulletorange:/:bulletpink: Sky (Bluesky)

:bulletorange:/:bulletpink: Shadow (Dayshadow)

Relation to Dappledrain: Siblings
Life status is unknown, though I might create Foxfire, just because I always loved her design <33


Relationships


:bulletwhite::bulletwhite: = Uncertain
:bulletwhite: = Neutral
:bulletblue: = Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: = Friend
:bulletgreen: = Close Friend
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen: Best Friend
:bulletyellow: = Platonic Love
:bulletyellow::bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletpink: = Romantic Love
:bulletred: = Slight Dislike
:bulletred::bulletred: Hatred
:bulletorange: = Family
:bulletorange::bulletorange: = Adopted family
:bulletblack: = Slightly Jealous
:bulletblack: = Envious
:bulletpurple: = Respect
:bulletpurple::bulletpurple: = Admiration

SkyClan Cats

ThunderClan Cats

RiverClan Cats

WindClan Cats

ShadowClan Cats

Roleplay Sample


Low grey storm clouds hovered over SkyClan's territory in the early pre-dawn of the forest. The soft pitter-patter of rain drizzled down across the quiet territory. The low rumble of thunder was barely tangible to any of the cats that had been sleeping unperturbed by the rain. Dark clouds loomed in the west, an ominous threat of more heavier downpours to come. The day held the promise of aching joints for all of the elders and sour moods from the youngest kit to the eldest warrior. A gentle gust of chilly wind foretold of the harsh winter to come. Fall was on its way.

Slowly, an old gray and black dappled she cat arose from her slumber, her mouth stretching wide as a yawn over took her. She stretched, slowly pulling herself out of the shadow realms known as the dream world. Her icy blue gaze turning towards the small opening that was the entrance to the leader's den. Dappledrain felt one of her ears twitch in annoyance as the sound of the drizzle reached her ringing ears. The sound told her that she was going to have to deal with the sour mood of her clanmates. A task she was not looking forward to doing.

She stood rather slowly, the sudden pain flaring up in her chest. It was a reminder of a bad wound she had received in battle not too long ago. She growled angrily, remembering the fight well. Nero, a rogue that had taken her off-guard on the border, had slammed her body against a large rock. It had been a heavy blow to her chest that still knocked the wind out of her, despite the attack occurring nearly three mornings prior. Grumbling, the she cat pushed back her fear of getting soaked and padded out of her den. She scanned the clearing for any sign of life, but everything was quiet. She smiled lightly to herself and quickly padded over to the medicine cat's den. Something told her she would need something to sooth the pain that had suddenly tightened her chest.

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:bulletblue: Strengths and Likes
> Great climber
> Good at fighting in close spaces
> Enjoys scaring friends by jumping down from high places right in front of them
> Will not easily back down in a fight
> Is very light on her feet
> Loves to chase birds
> If I could give her any voice in the world, she'd be voiced by Gwyneth Paltrow

:bulletblue: Weaknesses and Dislikes
> Dappledrain hates water
> She can not swim
> Is terrible at fighting against more than one cat at a time
> Prefers to battle alone
> Can't stand the taste of frogs and lizards
> Can at times flounder over her paws without meaning to
> Can be a bit of a loner
> Is afraid of authority and being exiled for no reason
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Edit 7/19/13
I managed to finally get all of the information up and running :3c

Basic Information



Name: Kestrel Kevin KestrelFire
Clan: Windclan
Sex: Male
Orientation: Straight
Breed: Burmese x Mutt Mix

Age:
Starting Age: 2 Cycles 6 Moons
Current Age: 3 Cycles 10 Moons
Born: Late Leaf-Fall / Early Leaf-Bare

Position: Deputy

Join Date: Cycle 1 Moon 6
Reason: After a near death experience, Kestrelfire was found by a WindClan patrol at the edge of the territory and brought into camp to have his wounds treated, despite the small band of cats being wary of the nearly destroyed warrior, they were in need of members. When he was finally nursed back to reasonable health, he spoke with the supposed "leader" of this band of cats, and realized that life alone wasn't meant for him. He gladly accepted the offer and soon after became a warrior, slowly working his way to the top before becoming the deputy he is today.

Parents & Family
Mother: Sun x Father: ???
Siblings: Mist, Tempest, Ghost, Ember, and Oak
Mate: None
Kits: None

Character Information



Traits & Stats

Dominant Traits: Amber eyes, brown pelt, white paws, dark brown face mask, light build
Recessive Traits: Tabby like darker stripping pattern, grey spots and stripes
Carrier Traits: Blue eyes, strong build, grey pelt

[[Note: Carrier Traits cannot be seen. They are the combinations that could have been but weren’t]]

Hunting: 7/25
Kesterlfire is a decent hunter, although not the best in his clan, he's definitely far from being the worst. Because of how fast he is on his paws, he's great at catching rabbits and birds.

Endurance: 11/25
Running for long distances, traveling for long periods of time, or battling over long periods of time are all things this tom does with slight ease.

Battle: 4/25
... We'll just say that Kestrelfire can fight, but strength doesn't really play a part in his fighting style.

Speed: 11/25
Kestrelfire loves running and will use his speed to help out his clan in any way.

Tactics: 9/25
Battle tactics aren't too hard for the tom to understand.

Tunneling: 2/25
... Kestrelfire can tunnel, but he hates the darkness and prefers being above the ground.

Personality
[ Outdoorsy ]-[ Compassionate ]-[ Understanding ]-[ Aloof ]-[ Ill-Tempered ]-[ Strong-Willed ]-[ Flirtatious ]

Outdoorsy
"I like seeing the stars above me when I sleep... Call me crazy, but it's what I like."
Kestrelfire has never been the kind of cat to sit down inside a warm house or stay under the cover of trees for too long. He's a moorland cat through and through, and will do whatever he can to stay under the stars for as long possible. Does that mean he doesn't sleep in a den with the other warriors of his clan? Yes and no. He'll sleep in his own nest when he wants to, but there are nights where he will prefer to keep to himself and sleep in a quiet corner of the camp. He has an unknown fascination with plants and loves to learn more about the world he lives in, although he's firmly stated multiple times that he has no wish nor will to become a medicine cat. He's a warrior at heart, just like any other feline.

Compassionate
"Come on, I'm taking you back to camp... You're hobbling too much to be out here. Get some rest."
Can anybody blame this time for not wanting to see anybody else hurt? He's watched his family fall, gone through more pain and agony than anybody else could ever imagine, and because of that, he doesn't want to see anybody else get hurt if he can help it. He's protecting to those that need protection and caring to those who need to listen. He's a go to type of feline, but never expects the same type of courtesy in return.

Understanding
"Yeah, things can be pretty harsh out here, but what life isn't hard to live?"
There are times when Kestrelfire will listen and not and try his hardest to put himself into the same position that the feline he is speaking with is in. He tries hard to be kind and gentle, and will never jump to conclusions, if he can help it. Of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't jump to conclusions, or that he's a perfect cat, he just tries his hardest to understand no matter what.

Aloof
"...."
Because of Kestrel life being full of loss and anguish, he tends to keep to himself if he's not trying to listen. He likes to initiate the conversations he's in and unless he's extremely comfortable with somebody, or knows them really well, he won't respond if they talk to him first. It's not that he doesn't like them, he just doesn't really know who they are.

Ill-Tempered
"Leave me alone! I don't want your consoling, I don't need you to listen to me, just back off and give me space."
When felines try to tell Kestrelfire what to do or try to console him in matters that he doesn't wish to be consoled in, he can get extremely temperamental and may lash out if they continue, though he tries to keep his anger well concealed.

Strong-Willed
"Cats of WindClan! We need to get this done now before we end up losing our lives."
Once Kestrel has made a decision, he sticks with it and won't back down unless it's absolutely necessary.

Flirtatious
"What's a pretty tabby like you doing out here alone?"
He doesn't flirt a lot, but when he does...

History


[[ "I thought I was alone" ]
Born within the forests to a light brown she cat by the name of Sun, Kestrelfire was one of four kittens that survived the cold late autumn night he was born in. He was a rogue, son of a very prominent name within the forest, so, at first, things were safe. Life wasn't difficult, though the winter months slowly set in and things turned cold, forcing the four siblings to work together to ensure that they survived. They huddled together in tight spaces, fought off other rogues, and had to learn how to survive in a harsh world earlier that most cats would ever want to.

As time went on, the kittens, taught by their older siblings, Tempest and Ghost, began to learn how to hunt and fight, working on the abilities that were naturally best suited for them. Kestrel, in comparison to his other siblings, didn't like the forest landscape that he grew up in, and would always try to sneak off on his own towards the open edges to see what was out there. Of course, each and every time he did so, he was caught by either Ghost or Tempest, and on occasion his mother, and was told that life beyond the forest was not safe.

Eventually, a larger group of rogues moved into the forest that the felines lived in, and eventually fights began to break loose. Ghost was killed in one of the first fights from a brutal neck wound and later Oak lost his life to save Tempest's. Life was becoming too bloody, and when Kestrel was told to make his choice on where to go, he turned tail and made a mad rush for the city.

His sister, Mist, came running after him, begging and pleading for her brother not to go. In order to ensure that she would stay where she belonged, he began to attack her. It was fir the best... after all...

Mist turned tail and padded back into the forest, vowing for revenge while the brown tom raced into the town, never to look back again.

.. Or so he thought.

[ "So, when all were gone, I moved, changed my name, and began to learn about the city life" ]
It didn't take long for Kestrelfire to realize what kind of mistake he had made when he had raced into the city. There were monsters all over the place and more than once he found himself staring death straight in the face. He would howl out in terror and streak out of the streets, the cars missing him by only tail lengths at times. He fought with rats and came across rival feline gangs, and had to try day in and day out to escape the madness of the human houses, but it was better than the rogue fights he had been born into.

Here he didn't have to worry about his siblings dead eyes staring back at him in his nightmares.

Eventually, the tom was taken in by a group of humans, wanting to care and love on the quiet tom. He was fed, and that's all that was really keeping him inside most days. He dealt with the humans petting him and scratching behind his ears, but he wasn't comfortable. Yes, there was warmth, food, and a nice place to sleep every night, but something was missing and whatever it was, he didn't like having that part of him gone.

Eventually, this lack of activity caused the tom to realize he missed his home with more than a slight passion, and in the dead of the night, he made his way out of the house through an open window and made a beeline for the forests beyond. Of course, the journey took longer than anybody could ever really have expected, considering he managed to get lost more than once within the city streets, but eventually, he made his way out on the other side.

Scratched and bruised, upon the sixth day of his escape, he managed to pad out into the open air of the forests.

[ "Then I realized, it was time to go back to the Forest of my birth" ]
-- Once arriving in the forest he deals with a few rogue battles and is reintroduced to the same life he had left, until he stumbles across the first few cats that formed the new groups, he finds WindClan which is overly destroyed from green cough and decides to help them out as time goes on

[ "And boy, had things sure changed" ]
-- This is where he becomes a member of WindClan, is named Kestrelfire since he reverts back to his old name, and slowly works to become deputy. This was shortly after WindClan had been halfway destroyed from green-cough, and slowly he began to work on his trust with Windstar, this is to be figured out/worked on

Quirks

-- Enjoys examining plant and animal structures when he has the time
-- When his irritated, his ears always flatten straight back, almost as if he's trying to plaster them to his head
-- More to be determined as I roleplay him


Training, Mentors, and Apprentices


Past Training Experience
-- Fighting skills: Kestrelfire knows how to fight, dodge, and react to attacks, despite not having a strong base of attack. He is more of a tactician, since his built and makeup are much more suited for running away for long periods of time.

-- Hunting skills: Kestrelfire's hunting skills are much better than his fighting skills. Since he's fast and can run for long periods of time without getting too winded, he's great at catching rabbits and other fast flitting field animals.

-- High Endurance from years of training himself and pushing himself to the limits

-- Strong leadership skills, passed down from his mother during her time outside of the city.

Past Mentors
None, most of what Kestrelfire learned was from random rogues and his mother.

Current Apprentice
Raccoonpaw

Past Apprentices
None




Relationships and Roleplay Example


What can be found here
Family Relations, Realm Relations, and Roleplay Example

Relations
:bulletpurple: Family
:bulletwhite: Missing

:bulletblack: Uncertain
:bulletblue: Acquaintance
:bulletblue::bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: Best friend / Close
:bulletyellow: Attraction
:bulletyellow::bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletorange: Respect
:bulletorange::bulletorange: Admire
:bulletpink: Love / Mate
:bulletred: Uncomfortable
:bulletred::bulletred: Enemy / Rival
:bulletred::bulletred::bulletred: Hate

Family Ties
TBD

WindClan
TBA

ThunderClan
TBA

Shadowclan
TBA

SkyClan
TBA

Other
TBA
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Name: Cricketpaw

Age: 9 moons

Gender: Female

Breed: 20% Maine Coon, 20% American Shorthair, 15% Siamese, 5% Abyssinian, 40% Other

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: Apprentice

Personality: Quiet, serious, distrustful, privately humorous, protective

Quiet: She’s more of an observer than a participator. She learns visually, and can often master hunting or battling techniques just by watching her mentor do it. She avoids talking where she can, and conveys most of her emotion through subtle body language.

Serious: Nothing is more important to her than obeying her elders and honoring the warrior code. She suppresses any side of herself that doesn’t serve her mission to become the best warrior she can be, yet she sometimes finds herself falling into what she thinks of as “temptations,” such as friendship, humor, or romance. She’s basically a warrior with the piousness and spirituality of a medicine cat. If I’m going to be a nerd about it, she’s like a paladin.

Distrustful: When she was a kit, she revealed to her mother that she was homosexual, but her conservative mother responded very angrily and made her promise to keep it secret. Ever since then she hasn’t been able to open up to anyone except her brother. Deep down, she’s highly emotional, but the emotional trauma she experienced as a kit makes her think that no one would ever accept her.

Privately Humorous: She considers this to be a character flaw—as hard as she tries to be respectful, she naturally finds witty responses in any situation. Her smart humor only ever surfaces around her brother and, as she opens up later in her life, her friends/lovers.

Protective: When she and her brother were still in the nursery, she’d often have to keep his mischievous nature in check, and defend his behavior. She gets distressed whenever other cats get in trouble, and will always jump to the underdog’s defense. She will always put herself last in any situation where someone may need her help—it doesn’t matter if helping puts herself in harm’s way. When she loves, she loves deeply, and will do anything for the object of her affection. If necessary, she will use ferocious violence to protect her loved ones.

Brief Backstory: Ever since she was a kit, Cricketpaw knew there was something different about her. She would watch the mated pairs wander happily through the camp, purring and curling around one another. She would wrinkle her nose in confusion as the big toms swept the she-cats off their paws, and would wonder why the pretty females would want such cocky brutes. One day, she made the mistake of telling her mother that once she was ready to take a mate, she would skip the toms in favor of the sweet-natured she-cats. Her mother had shushed her in disgust, batted her over the head, and made her swear never to voice such unnatural thoughts again. Her mother’s absolute rejection of who she was deeply affected Cricketpaw, making it difficult for her to confide in anyone beside her brother, Risepaw. However, her feelings haven’t changed since kit-hood. She still casts secretive, regretful glances toward the eligible she-cats of the clan.

Family: Mother=Grousepelt; Father=Toadwhisker; Brother=Risepaw

Relationships: Risepaw=brother and best friend; Nettlepaw=fellow apprentice, friend, and secret crush; Hollowheart=mentor

Roleplay Sample: Cricketpaw gave Nettlepaw a teasing smirk as they circled one another, bodies tensed and tails twitching. She would wait for her friend to make the first move—that was the first lesson Hollowheart had taught her, to always begin on the defensive. Sure enough, Nettlepaw lunged eagerly forward, letting out an aggressive yowl before Cricketpaw easily side-stepped her attack. The other apprentice spat in frustration, spinning around and facing her opponent with a challenging grin.

Nettlepaw sprung toward Cricketpaw again, and this time the older apprentice quickly dove under her attacker. She immediately shoved Nettlepaw off her front paws, then knocked her to her back and pinned her between her front legs. Both apprentices breathed heavily, Cricketpaw staring down at her younger friend.

At this distance, Cricketpaw couldn’t resist admiring those sky-blue eyes. They seemed as old and deep as the river, with swirling shades and colors past the surface that she could study for hours. Letting out a quiet sigh, her gaze poured over Nettlepaw’s luxurious black fur. How wonderful it would be to curl up against that pelt and feel the she-cat’s purr reverberate through her, content knowing that her mate would be there throughout the night…

“Uh…Cricketpaw?” Nettlepaw gave her a confused look.

“Oh, sorry,” Cricketpaw gasped. She had let down her guard for just one second, and now she looked like an idiot. @#!*% this she-cat for making her act so foolishly!
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The sky was dreary over the Shadowclan camp as cats murmured and paced anxiously, waiting for news about their leader. Cricketpaw sat silently beside Risepaw, the black tom’s normally happy personality dampened by worry. She shared a nervous glance with her brother, both knowing what the other was thinking—would Monarchstar make it through the day?

Almost immediately after the though crossed her mind, Fogheart emerged from the leader’s den, his head held high and proud. At the sight of his calm, confident smile, Cricketpaw’s heart sank. She already knew that their beloved leader had joined Starclan.

As Fogheart—Fogstar now—informed the clan of Monarchstar’s death, Risepaw let loose a devastated yowl. Cricketpaw could only sit in shock, unblinking eyes trained on the relaxed gaze of her mentor. Her mind could hardly process what was happening. Why…why did Starclan allow this to happen?

The new deputy was Pallidprancer. What? Cricketpaw’s stare shot over to the handsome ginger-and-white tom. She still remembered the cool, arrogant way he’d licked her cheek when they’d hunted moons ago, and the eerie way he’d seen right through her. There was a deep darkness about that cat that made her skin prick.

Cricketpaw looked back up at Fogstar as he assigned new mentors. The fur on her neck rose as she thought, He’s adapting so quickly, as if he’s been leader all along. The white tom didn’t seem at all fazed by Monarchstar’s death.

Someone suddenly prodded Cricketpaw and hissed, “Congratulations, Cricketpaw, what an honor to have the leader as your mentor!” She was too numb to turn and see who had spoken, but the words seemed to echo in her heart. The leader. My mentor…Fogheart is our leader now.

Why did she feel so sick? Why did she doubt so much? Fogstar had never done anything to earn anyone’s mistrust. He was a talented, fearsome warrior, respected throughout the forest and adored by his clanmates. Why wasn’t it easy to feel loyalty toward him?

As much as she tried to fight the mutiny, a scowl pulled over her muzzle as she glared up into those burning eyes. His orange gaze swept over the clan—his clan—and stopped briefly when they reached Cricketpaw. She may not have known why, but she felt sick with fear as a smile crawled over Fogstar’s face. Why can’t I help wondering…what will become of my clan now?

And what will become of me?
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WOO FOGSTAR, THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME.

Yes so in all seriousness, I'm super happy for *DoctorCritical, for real congratulations. ^^ Cricketpaw on the other hand.... (I'm not trying to make her seem all important, she just doesn't like Fogstar at all so of course she wouldn't want him to be leader.)
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Fogstar (c) *DoctorCritical
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So I totes earned enough points for a third character and I was all like Skyclan needs some beefing up.




General Info



Name: Lilyfall
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: American long hair/Turkish Angora
Clan: Skyclan
Rank: Warrior




Sexuality



Orientation: Straight (but willing to experiment)
Status: Single, virgin
Notes: She’s not overly sexual, and won’t want to be in romantic relationships with every tom (or she-cat) she meets. Once she finds the tom she wants to be with, she’ll stand by him forever.

Likes:

-Variety (AKA, toms that don’t look like her)
-Calm, easygoing cats

Dislikes:

-Cats who can’t take a joke
-Cats who are too active or hyper




Personality



Positive: [Thick-skinned] [Serene] [Humorous] [Robust (among those she trusts)]

Thick-skinned: She doesn’t let things get to her, taking insults and criticisms in her stride. Inversely, this can make it so she has trouble offering other cats her trust, but it also means that she’s never been heartbroken. She considers this a positive thing, believing it justifies her emotional stability.

Serene: She’s happy when she can just curl up and take a quiet nap in the sun. She doesn’t have to be constantly doing things to have fun or find satisfaction. This also makes her ponderous and somewhat spacey. Additionally, she’ll almost always accept other ideals without challenging them with her own opinions.

Humorous: She finds humor in almost everything, which can sometimes make her seem silly or disrespectful. She’s always looking for the funny side in dark situations. She’s found that, personally, she feels more comfortable with her insecurities or struggles if her friends poke fun at them.

Robust: This is a private trait that will probably only come out with her mate or closest friends. It goes along with her humor—she’ll often act overly loud or boisterous when she’s feeling carelessly happy. For example: She’d jokingly mount her mate to get a few laughs out of him.

Neutral: [Self-Managing] [Quiet] [Rebellious (under certain circumstances)] [Practical Learner]

Self-Managing: This means that she changes her behavior based on the situation. She’s not “true to herself” if being fake benefits her, and she’s not honest if the truth will cause unnecessary pain. Therefore, her negative traits are sometimes invisible because she constantly keeps them in check.

Quiet: This does not translate into shyness. If she’s in a friendless situation, she’ll keep to herself. She prefers to make the first move when introducing herself, so it’s best not to approach her when she’s alone. She’ll also revert to this quiet state when she’s alone.

Rebellious: She sees the warrior code as being entirely subjective. She won’t hesitate to break the rules if she feels that they oppose what’s right. For example: She would never drive a rogue off her territory if that rogue was sick, injured, or starving.

Practical Learner: She learns by doing, but is a very poor student in a restricted teaching environment. For example: She would demonstrate weak fighting skills if being reviewed by a mentor, but would become proficient very quickly in a legitimate battle.

Negative = [Arrogant] [Paranoid] [Lazy]

Arrogant: This is her main method of self-defense. If ever she feels threatened by another cat—especially other she-cats—she’ll internally list the areas in which she is superior. She doesn’t even need to be right, she just needs to tell herself that she’s better to make herself feel adequate.

Paranoid: She will always jump to the worst conclusions. If there’s a bump in the night, she’ll think the camp’s being attacked. If someone takes too long on a hunting patrol, she’ll think there’s been an accident. This also makes her overanalyze non-verbal cues from other cats.

Lazy: She’s very unmotivated, which made her apprenticeship longer than is normal. She has trouble convincing herself to do anything if it’s not her own choice to do it. For example: If she goes out on a hunting patrol alone, she’ll bring back a big haul, but if she is ordered to go along, she won’t perform very well.




Brief Backstory



Lilykit: She was born to a queen named Brambletail, and was the largest of three sisters. No one in the clan knew who the father was, but Lilykit and her siblings still had a normal, positive upbringing with just one parent. Eventually, Lilykit overheard rumors that her mother had consorted with a tom from another clan. She was too young to understand why it was wrong, but when she brought it up with Brambletail, the queen became angry and offended, telling Lilykit to never mention such rumors again.

Lilypaw: She had a longer apprenticeship than her sisters due to her slower learning style. It was a challenging time and, frankly, she didn’t much enjoy those moons of training.

During one Gathering she attended with her mother, Lilypaw met a Windclan tom named Graystep. Whereas Brambletail was a tortoiseshell, like her sisters, this tom was the same smoky shade of gray as she was, with the same long, silky fur. She immediately noticed the tense looks exchanged between her mother and Graystep, and after the Gathering, she asked her mother about it. Privately, Brambletail revealed to Lilypaw that the tom she’d met was her father. She asked her not to tell her sisters or clanmates, and to forgive her for not telling her sooner.

Lilypaw wasn’t so much shocked by the news as she was excited. One night, near the end of her apprenticeship, she snuck away from Skyclan territory to visit Graystep and see if she could build a relationship with her long lost father. When she neared the Windclan camp, she happened to run into the gray tom as he was leading an evening patrol. He and the two other cats he was with challenged her menacingly, and even though she tried to explain who she was to her father, he rejected her completely and drove her out of the territory. She never told anyone about that secret encounter with Graystep, but to this day she holds out on the dim hope that she will one day be able to reconcile with him.

Lilyfall: So far, it’s been uneventful. More will be revealed through RPs.




Family



Brambletail: Mother; an older shorthaired tortoiseshell warrior from Skyclan
Graystep: Father; a Windclan warrior, who looks almost identical to her
Sisters: PENDING




Roleplay Sample: Despite herself, Cricketpaw giggled at the quip about Risepaw. "I know what you mean," she half purred, half growled. "Sometimes I wonder if we're even really related." She took on a more serious look. "And...I think I know what you're trying to say. That I--and you--we were born this way for a reason." She looked to the sky, the first few stars twinkling against a sheet of purple. "Starclan made us who we are for a reason...right?"

Playlist Sample: :bulletblue:indicates theme song
“19-2000” by Gorillaz [link]
:bulletblue:“Blood” by The Middle East [link]
“Araceli” by Nataly Dawn [link]
“Young Pilgrim” by The Shins [link]
“Eyes” by Rogue Wave [link]




Lilyfall design by *ScarletEmeralds
Character/art (c) me
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Alrighty! Finally done C:
Sorry I didn't fill in the pelt at the bottom, I couldn't since PSE was being dumb. D:

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|General Information|



Name: Turtlepaw
Past Names: Turtlekit
Nickname: N/A
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Female|She-cat
Size: Small
Body Type|Build: Slim|Graceful
Breed: American Shorthair/Oriental
Fur Type: Longhaired


|Clan Information|




Clan: SkyClan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: Cloudchaser
Origin: SkyClan
Blood Status: Loner/Rouge|Kittypet|SkyClan


|Sexuality Information|




Orientation: Straight
Preference: Toms with sweet voices (the voice of the tom does affect how she acts around them) and a slender build.
Activity: Turtlepaw flirts with everyone despite her age but doesn't like the idea of kits.


|Personality/Traits/Skills|




[Stubborn] Turtlepaw is quite stubborn. She doesn't like others telling her what to do, and when they do, she doesn't like doing them. She often sits around camp all day, snapping at the kits. On other warmer days she'll climb trees and stay up there all day, gazing at the sky or the stars. If someone tells her to do something, she'll do it, but has the "only doing it because I want to, not because you told me" attitude.

[Kit-Like] Whether it's batting at butterflies or pawing at snow, Turtlepaw acts like a kit. She squeaks when she's startled and rolls onto her back, drawing up her paws to her chest when she meets cats older than her. She also absolutely loves snow, and rolls around in it, throwing it to other cats with her hindpaws. She loves to play, tossing fresh bodies of mice back and forth to the apprentices and moss balls with the kits.

[Snarky] Turtlepaw loves to make fun of others. She'll leave a snide comment to anyone and is very critical.


|Brief History|




|Kithood|


Turtlekit was born in SkyClan to Sharpclaw and Cherrytail in leafbare along with her brother, Cloudykit, and sister, Mossykit. The hunting wasn't too good then, and they often went without eating for a day. Turtlekit and all of her siblings opened their eyes a moon after they were born. Soon after, the other kits started bullying Turtlekit about her small size and her tendency to fall over for no reason. Hurt by this, the cat ran away often, out of the territory. She had little contact with her fellow Clanmates and in the night, she would run back to her mother, knowing that she was the only one who wouldn't make fun of her. Turtlekit had a hard time listening when the Clan leader called them for meetings and often didn't understand what was going on or what was said, even though she was just peering at them from the nursery. Over the next few moons Turtlekit had trouble batting at butterflies or playing with the other kits. She would often turn her head when the mewed to her and she would tell them to stop whispering. Her mother, Cherrytail, grew concerned and took her to the medicine cat. After examining her the medicine cat confirmed that she was deaf in one ear and half-deaf in the other. Distraught, Turtlekit's mother realized she would never survive in the wild. One night she picked up her kit by the scruff and carried her to Twolegplace, to become a kittypet. Cherrytail knew she already had kittypet blood and she could make her home there. Turtlekit obliged, not understanding what was really happening but calling it 'an adventure to the unknown'. She was left in a Twoleg's garden overnight. The next morning Turtlekit woke up in the garden and was shocked to find her siblings and mother weren't there. She worked her way to get out, scrabbling with tiny feeble paws at the base of the fence. The owners of the Twoleg nest never found her; days passed but eventually Turtlekit dug a hole large enough for her to get through. She escaped from the Twoleg nests and made it back to the SkyClan border before collapsing of hunger and weakness. A warrior found her and brought her to the medicine cat's den. Turtlekit woke up there unharmed, but she was scarred forever. She concluded that her mother abandoned her because she didn't want her. Turtlekit then hated her mother and never asked her for help, instead turning to her father Sharpclaw or hiding with the elders while they told her stories in high voices.

|Apprenticeship|


The day came for Turtlekit's apprenticeship ceremony, but it wasn't a happy one. It had been raining for days and everyone was irritable and impatient. Her siblings were already apprenticed with the new names Cloudypaw and Mossypaw. The medicine cat had told the young brown kit sorrowfully that because of her deafness she would probably never become a warrior. She was held back two moons before the Clan leader decided to make her an apprentice. On the day of her ceremony, Cherrytail tried to lick her daughter's fur down; with a hiss Turtlekit jerked away from her and huffed, sitting down beside her father. He glared down at her but said nothing. Turtlekit was apprenticed with the new name Turtlepaw and wished 'luck and good hunting'.

|Warrior|


[coming soon]



|Family Information|




Immediate Family:

Mother: Cherrytail
Father: Sharpclaw
Brother: Cloudypaw (nose)
Sister: Mossypaw (fur)

External Family:

Grandmother: Jessamy
Aunt: Flower
Uncle: Sparrowpelt


|Relationship Information|




see Turtlepaw's heart chart here



Roleplay Information:



Availabilty:
Chat RP - Only if we're the only ones in the chat, otherwise I'll get confused.
Note RP - Anytime! Just send it in note.
Comment RP - Not ever, sorry.
Time Zone: Eastern Standard Time|USA
Role Play Example:
Turtlepaw yawned and stretched. It was dawn and no cats stirred. The small cat rose from her nest in the apprentice's den and crept out silently. She dipped her head to the cat on watch and shook out her fur once on the territory. She wasn't hungry now, and wandered around on SkyClan grounds, observing the birds and mice even if she couldn't hear them well. Turtlepaw wasn't aware of how far she strayed and in a couple heartbeats she was out of the territory. She looked back and her hindpaws were resting on the invisible line of everything that belonged to SkyClan. She'd never been out this far but shrugged and kept going, curious to see what lay beyond the border. "Anyone there"? she called out loudly, half because of her near-deafness and half because she wanted to make sure anyone in the area could hear her.
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<3
The cutest roleplay between Fishpaw and Turtlepaw wowww
she tried to be cute
see what I did thar
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Fishpaw nodded and smiled. "Sure." He murmured, already concentrating on the water. He adjusted his positioning, several times, until his shadow didn't cast over the, clear, cold, water. He watched. He waited. His ears shot up when a small trout came, unknowingly, into his reach. His two front paws shot out into the water, claws extended. His claw awkwardly latched into the fish's flesh, and he jerked it out onto dry land. It flopped about in a panic, and he pressed down on it with his claws and leaned his neck down, biting into it until it stopped moving. For good.

Turtlepaw took her gaze off the water and stared up at him as she heard a splash. "Oh, you caught one!" Her eyes beamed as she stared at the plump fish. She crouched down and studied the water, judging the distance. The brown apprentice took a leap and landed just short of the other side, hitting the water with a splash. She grumbled a bit and came up beside him, watching the fish intently. "Well go ahead."

Fishpaw bit his tongue, trying hard not to laugh. He chuckled and snorted ad bit, and nudged the fish towards her. "Here, why don't you have some too." He said, laughing a bit. "We may as well share it, because I probably won't finish it and it shouldn't go to waste!" He said with a smile. Though, in all honesty, he could finish it on his own if he wanted to. But he wanted to make sure she got something to eat as well.

Turtlepaw sniffed at the fish and took a mouthful, swallowing it. "I wish we could have fish in SkyClan," she mumbled through full jaws. "It's really delicious." Having an idea, she took the half-eaten fish in her mouth and scooted towards him a bit. She motioned to it with her eyes. "Well, go ahead. The rest's yours."
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Turtlepaw --> *wafflepawed
Fishpaw --> ~Ave-ry
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<streakpie> So, how does one know when their day has officially become 'bad'?-- by Ratpaw's view, it was when you slipped into a puddle of mud whilst on patrol, and found yourself on the edge of SkyClan territory. By then, it was pretty bad.
Ratpaw's pelt, that was usually so sleek and glossy, was on end and streaked with mud. He might've not been the cleanliest cat in the world, but this was still an annoyance.
He was well-done with SkyClan, too, and was skirting along the border to get back to camp. He'd rather not bump into any SkyCaln patrols, they were a nosy bunch.
And just as he thought this, he spotted a brown cat on SkyClan's turf. He heaved a sigh. Great. Just great-- he knew, miraculously, his day bad gone from bad to worse.

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw was around in the area near the border, breaking off from the dawn patrol to explore. She was a new apprentice and only yesterday had Cloudchaser shown her around the territory. She saw a brown tom, his fur clumped with mud. She let out a purr of amusement and mewed, "Ever tried washing?" She barely heard herself and hoped it came out right in the way she wanted it to.

<streakpie> He heard someone call out to him. His tail twitched. It was a she-cat's voice. The scent of SkyClan hit him hard. Her voice was a little foggy, due to the distance, but he caught what she'd said.
"Ever tried washing?"
Why, that snarky, impertinent little--
He turned on his paws, his eyebrows raised, to face the she-cat who'd spoken. She was a lightish brown. Couldn't tell much else from this distance.
"Have you, sweetheart," He called back, his silky voice clipped with irritation, "Ever tried shutting your mouth?"

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw narrowed her eyes in a silent dare. She smirked and called back to him, "I can't hear you." With her speed she ran to the tom and jumped on him with all four paws, knocking him over. She leaped off and sat beside him, whiskers quivering. "Ever tried fighting?"

<streakpie> Ratpaw's breath was knocked out of him. For a few moments he was bleary, then he realised that she'd essentially knocked him to the ground. By the time he'd snapped out of the daze hitting his head against the floor had given him, she'd gotten off.
"That," He snapped, struggling back onto his paws. "Was rude, sweetheart. Rude."
His overlarge ears twitched. "Oh please. I could fight you with one paw tied behind my back, honey."

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw huffed. "Don't be calling me sweetheart," she mewed. She picked up one paw and examined her claws. "But yes, it was rude, wasn't it?" she said with a hint of pride. The brown apprentice narrowed her eyes. "If you can fight so well, why are you still sitting there?"

<streakpie> "I'll, heh, 'be calling you' whatever I please, sugar." Chuckled Ratpaw, flashing her a nasty, uneven grin, showing off his underbite.
Ratpaw's grin disappeared immediately. He leapt to his paws. "I'm not sitting anywhere. I'd keep that little mouth of yours closed, sweetie, don't want to get into trouble, now, do we?"

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw rolled her eyes. "If you're quite finished, I've got a Clan to get back to." She rose and started to pad away; looking back at the tom, she raised a paw and cuffed it over one of his ears. The brown apprentice quickly skipped away in SkyClan's direction. She halted a couple cat-lengths away and called back to him, "There's a new thing called washing! Try it sometime!" The SkyClan cat chuckled and climbed up a tree, watching the ground for him to pursue her.

<streakpie> Ratpaw gritted his teeth together. Oh, that's it. No one should speak to him like that-- most especially, most especially not a she-cat.
"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?" He hissed, tailing after her, in the direction she'd run off, though he'd lost sight of her. "Well, there's this new thing called-- called..."
The words caught in his throat. He swallowed his irritation and quickly shot a clipped smile into SkyClan territory. "Where you hiding, sweetie? Scared of the big bad rat? Running back to your precious SkyClan?"

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw scoffed loudly. "I'm up here, you dope!" she called down tauntingly. The tom stared at her at the foot of the tree. "Aw, what's the matter?" she said with sarcasm, "Can't the poor WindClan cat climb trees?" She made a 'tsk tsk tsk' noise and shook her head. "How pitiful."

<streakpie> Ratpaw quirked his arching eyebrows, staring up the tree. His ears gave a noticeable twitch.
"What's the matter, SkyClan?" He shot back up at her. "Too cowardly to come down here and fight like a tom?"
"Oh-- sorry, I forgot," He grinned, and shook his head, "She-cats. Typical. Always prancing around acting like they're all that."
He reared up on his back legs and placed his paws on the trunk of the tree. "I'll have you know, I could climb this if I wanted to. I'm too noble. I wouldn't dare lay a claw on a delicate little she-cat like yourself."

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw rolled her eyes again. "Just so you know," she called down, "we she-cats are all that. Buuut if you're too afraid to climb up here, I'll have to climb down there, now won't I?" The brown cat was at the foot of the tree in four graceful hops down the branches. Not hesitating she leaped at the brown tom, pummeling his soft belly with her hindpaws. She aimed a swipe at his muzzle and nipped one of his ears. "You fight like a tom," she puffed between struggling breaths. "Weak and predictable."

<streakpie> At being attacked, Ratpaw was shocked. He yelped in surprise. He felt a pinch on his ear and, for the second time today, force was applied to his belly and his breath was forcibly knocked out of him.
He spat and hissed and struggled away from her, his breathing short. "Ugh! Sweetheart, somebody needs to learn to respect her superiors!"
Cracking her one last unattractive, crooked smile-- Ratpaw lunged at Turtlepaw with a hiss, aiming to bowl her over. Usually, he wasn't so direct in his assaults. He preferred to skip around and run away. But this she-cat needed to learn some manners.

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw hissed at him while dodging his attacks. "I'm older than you!" she spat. "So you learn to respect me!" She unsheathed her claws and swiped them swiftly over the brown cat's face. She pulled back and her white paw was tipped pink. She stepped back. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean..." her voice faltered and she stared at him, making sure he was alright.

<streakpie> Ratpaw screeched at the sudden flash of pain. There were thin scratches across his face. They stung, and blood had trickled down his nose, but they were very shallow.
But he wasn't happy. "What-- what the hell-- you filthy, disobedient she-cat... I'm gonna... I'm gonna--"
He arched his back, his hackles sticking straight up and his tail bristling, and hissed at her, his claws unsheathed. "Your apologies are meaningless-- garrgk, you've ruined my good looks! You'll pay for that, she-cat! Mark my words! MARK THEM!"

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw sat there, a smirk forming on her face. "Don't push your luck, darlin'," she spat out the last word like crowfood. She crouched down and in a heartbeat leaped in the tom's direction. He dodged and the brown apprentice managed to clamp her teeth around his tail. "How you fightin' now, eh?" she said, her voice muffled by his fur.

<streakpie> Ratpaw gritted his teeth together and surpressed a hiss of pain. He whipped around, his eyes blazing, and violently lashed his tail, in an attempt to throw her off. But as such, his strength was pathetic. But his tail was exceptionally skinny, so he managed to rip it from her mouth, losing a few tufts of fur in the proccess.
First his face, now his tail. Oh, she was so in for it.
He bounced out of reach, his teeth bared and his muscles coiled. SkyClan cats were strong-- much stronger than he was, anyway. He didn't want to get into a tangle with her. But he wasn't about to let her go scotfree, either.

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw smirked. "You fight terribly," she observed while tussling with him. "I'm surprised you're not in the nursery playing with the kits." She pushed all of her body strength up and knocked him down. She planted her forepaws on the tom's chest and raised a paw, claws unsheathed, prepared to strike at him again. "Either fight me or get your smelly body off of SkyClan territory." She bared her teeth in a snarl and moved her face closer to his until their whiskers brushed.

<streakpie> Ratpaw breathed a ragged breath into her face and hissed at her, "I'm not on any territory... if you'd just let poor ol' Ratpaw up," He broke for a few moments, panting, "... Then we'll see who's the bigger man..."
Ratpaw's chest was heaving. It had been a long, hard day, and he was dirty and very tired. This scuffle with Turtlepaw had taken it out of him and his body was just about ready to give up.
But he couldn't say that to a she-cat...

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw huffed. She narrowed her green eyes suspiciously. "Alright, you can go." She got off him and sneered, "Now get away, little kit. Mama's calling." She flicked her tail and rolled her eyes. What a dumb cat.

<streakpie> Ratpaw rolled back onto his feet, leaves clinging to his pelt. He rose to his paws, and started to pad away, when...
Mama's calling?
MAMA'S CALLING?
He wheeled around, his face distorted by a ferocious snarl. He let out a strangled hiss.
"You leave my Mama out'a this!" He hissed, launching himself at Turtlepaw, aiming to bowl her over.

<wafflepawed>Turtlepaw dodged with little effort. The tom had his head down and the brown apprentice planted a soft paw on it, making him fall onto his belly. "I'll do whatever I please," she retorted sharply. She unsheathed her claws and pushed down harder with her forepaw planted squarely on his head. "Now go, unless you'd like a little more pressure on this?" She gestured with her tail to the paw, narrowing her eyes deviously.

<streakpie> "Ah-ta-ta-ta! Hold on, now!" Squeaked Ratpaw, squirming. He didn't bother grinning this time. "Come on, I need that head-- it's got my brain in it! My brain! I'll go, you crazy she-cat, I'll go!"
He squirmed again, this time more desperately. He prayed that no one would see or hear about this. "You're lucky I'm so damn tired, else I'd..."
He trailed off, squirming more fervently, "I'll go, okay?! I'll go!"

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw eased the tension. "Uh-huh. You just scurry off now." She scoffed and lifted her paw. "But come back and just see what happens." She rose and padded away, climbing up a tree and resting on a low branch, watching him to make sure he left to his own territory.

<streakpie> Ratpaw hestitated for a few moments longer. He saw her climb up the tree banch, and his eyes narrowed with revulsion.
He started to walk backward to WindClan territory, his eyes fixated on Turtlepaw, and he spoke up to her, "You've made a very powerful enemy, she-cat. You'll rue the day you crossed Ratpaw! This isn't over, SkyClan! This isn't--"
Unfortunately, Ratpaw wasn't looking where he was going, and he was walking backward.
He tripped over a log. He spectacularly fell backward, and tumbled down a slope.
"OUCH-- geeze-- OW-- NO-- STARCLAN ALMIGHTY-- OW--"
Finally, he rolled right into WindClan territory, wincing.
"--over..." He finished pathetically.

<wafflepawed> Turtlepaw rolled her eyes at the tom and huffed. She flicked her tail along the ground and watched him topple over. The brown cat padded back towards camp and shook. Barely touched me, she thought proudly.

<streakpie>Ratpaw limped off back to camp, burning with humiliation. Bested by a she-cat, he thought. His embarrassment knew no bounds. But he prayed that would be the last time he'd ever see that brown she-cat, else he'd shrivel up and burn with shame.
But, if he ever did, thought Ratpaw savagely, instead of shriveling up in an embarrassed ball, he'd settle the score.
He smiled as he tiptoed back into camp. He hoped he never saw that little brown she-cat ever again-- for her sake.
Funnnnn timeessss yooo
we should RP again ugh
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Updated the art on the ref, since I had art block when I drew him it was terrible Dx

||General Information ||

{Name}

Blizzardkit | Blizzardpaw | Blizzardheart

{Name Breakdown}

Blizzard: This was given because of his pale and almost snowy pelt. His parents though that the patterns and colour could almost look like a blizzard. Later when his eyes opened and they turned out to be a pale, icy blue like his mothers his name seemed to fit even more. His pelt didn’t change much as he grew up except that the patterns became bolder and his name seemed to suite him well.

Heart: The last part of his name was given because he was a kind-hearted tomcat. There isn’t much else to it than that, he was a warm and happy cat and heart seemed to suite him just as well as Blizzard had when he was a newborn kit.

{Age}

40 moons (approx. 3 seasons)

{Gender}

Tom | Male

{Physical Apperance}

[Body]: Medium-sized; Light Build; Small, Compact Paws; Long Legs;

[Tail]: Mid-Length; Thick; Stripped

[Fur]: Thick; Medium Length; Silky To Touch; Marbled Bengal; Off-White, Cream;

[Other]: Small, Rounded Ears; Thick, Sharp Claws; Pale Blue Eyes; three pale scars on belly from short fight with Endersoul

{Breed}

Bengal x Feral Mix

{Clan}

Skyclan

{Rank}

Warrior

||Personality||

{Short View}

[Kind] [Condident/Bold] [Bi-Polar] [Ambitious] [Stubborn] [Ignorant] [Independent] [Proud] [Hates Rouges] [Level-headed]

{Long View}

[Kind]: Blizzardheart is a very kind-hearted tom and is prone to pity cats very quickly if they’re upset or have had a bad day. This is how he received the last part of his name. He likes to reach out to cats having a hard time though sometimes he’s not very good at it. His kindness turns more towards she-cats, apprentices and kits but he will help a male warrior too if they seem to need it. He has a special place in his heart for kits, he loves how innocent they are and the energy that they have and hopes to father a litter one day. His kindness can be tested sometimes though, rude and thoughtless cats will annoy him very quickly and he has a tendency to ignore them even if they’re trying to get his attention.

[Confident/Bold]: Blizzardheart is confident and bold, he is very sure of himself and it can get him in trouble sometimes. If an feral animal was in the territory he is unlikely to think before he leaps. He is certain he can take on almost anything and it’s bound to get him injured one day but until that day happens he isn’t changing. He is a keen fighter and hunter, in battle he will not hesitate it leap at an enemy cat no matter what their size or aggression. He is not great at hunting because he is so sure that he can catch whatever he spots, he can become careless when stalking because his confidence takes over. He doesn’t let it bother him often though, he can come up with any excuse to make himself feel better about it “It knew I was here from the start” or “Something else must have disturbed it, there was no way it could have known I was there!”

[Bi-polar]: Blizzardhearts personality and mood can change very rapidly. Though he tends to lean more to the happy side he can often get very depressed. When he’s down he tends to sulk around and is very quiet. He will pretend the world is not there and can find it hard to get up in the mornings. He is not likely to ask for help or someone to talk too when he feels like this because he does not want to burden anyone, he becomes very antisocial and irritable if people question his mood. But when he’s at the high of his mood is can be rather excitable and full of energy, he becomes a social butterfly and is keen to talk to every and any cat he can find. It’s difficult to shut him up at this point and he can get obnoxious and annoying if he lets himself go too far. This disorder was brought on by the traumatic loss of his brother as apprentices. He never quite got over it and he never forgave the cats involved in his death.[See Brief History; Apprentice for what happened]

[Ambitious]: Blizzardheart is an ambitious tom and no one will take this away from him. Though he feels no ill-will towards his leader or deputy and wishes them a long and happy life he hopes to be leader some day. He is at the prime of his adult life and is keen to care for and support his clan. He wants what’s best for his clan and wants to prove himself useful and loyal because he knows that that’s the best way to prove himself worthy enough to be a leader. He knows the likelihood of him becoming leader is slim but he won’t let him stop hoping. Until then he wants to be the best warrior he can be.

[Stubborn]: Once Blizzardheart has set his mind to something it’s next to impossible to change his mind. He is thick-skulled and stubborn and you cannot change his mind. He doesn’t like to be proved wrong so even if he knows he’s lost an argument he will keep going at it until the other cat gives up because they either get bored or realise that it’s pointless. Few cats have had the last word on him but he is begrudging when they do. He will argue pointless things just so he can ‘win’. Even when he knows after he’s ‘won’ that he was wrong the whole time he will convince himself that he was right. Arguing with himself in his head for minutes after the actual bickering has finished. He can become positively sour in the moments after he’s lost a disagreement and it’s best to not approach him until he’s let off a little steam. It’s common to hear him muttering under his breath at these times and until that stops cats are advised to keep their distance.

[Ignorant]: Despite the fact he is one of the older warriors in the clan he can be very ignorant at times. Blizzardheart is not stupid but he can be oblivious to other cats emotions, he often doesn't realize when he’s upset someone and will carry on with his day as if nothing’s happened at all. Eventually he can work out something’s wrong and his kindness will take over and he’ll try and work out what’s wrong, still ignorant to the fact he was the one who upset them in the first place. Usually this will upset the cat even more and Blizzardheart will get more and more concerned. In the end he will work out that he was the one at fault and apologize for his behavior. He doesn't like to upset others and he finds his ignorance annoying and wishes he wouldn’t keep making those mistakes but it’s futile.

[Independent]: Blizzardheart likes to spend time alone, he doesn’t mind being social and as pointed out above he can be extremely social when he’s at a high but mostly he likes to just be with himself. He doesn’t like being controlled by others and will get stressed out easily about it. He knows he has to listen to his leader and deputy but other than that he doesn’t like to take orders from any other cat and sometimes will go as far as deliberately disobeying them just to spite. He likes to go on lone hunts and border patrols though he understands the latter is best done in a group because of the danger of attack and ambush.

[Proud]: Blizzardheart is a very proud tom-cat and when he achieves things he set out to do he is very pleased with himself. But his pride isn’t only for himself, he often feels proud of others achievements as well and likes to give out praise when he can. The only issue with his pride is that it can sometimes go too far, he can be too satisfied with himself and can get obnoxious. He’s not one to throw his achievements in others faces but it can seem that way when he parades his happiness about it around.

[Hates Rouges]: Because of the nature of his father’s death Blizzardheart has always had a passionate hate for rouge cats. When he was a kit his father, Raveneye was brought back to camp having been brutally murdered by a band of hungry and desperate rouges. Since that day Blizzardheart had sworn vengeance and would show no mercy to any rouge he came across and would blindly throw himself into a fight if he ever saw one.

[Level-headed]: Blizzardheart has good judgement and tries his best to be fair. He believes the punishment should match the crime and will defend those who are being unfairly treated and is often irritated when those who have done something significantly wrong are let off lightly. He cannot stand those who use others as scapegoats and weasel their way out of everything. He doesn’t like to take unnecessary risks in a usual situation, it’s only when rouges are involved that his judgement is impaired.

||Brief Backstory||

{Parents}

Blizzardhearts parents, Snowfeather and Raveneye, where young lovers and had been together since apprenticeship. Snowfeather, his mother, was a beautiful Marbled Snow Bengal, an ex kittypet. She had bright blue eyes and was heavily built. When she was just a kitten at only 4 moons old her two-legs abandoned her because they realised that their kit was allergic to her. For a couple of weeks Snowy, as she was named then, wandered aimlessly completely lost. She stumbled into Skyclan territory half dead and starving and a young apprentice on a border control. Ravenpaw had been investigating a strange scent unlike that of the other clans. He didn’t recognise it as one of the rouges that hung around either. The clumsy tom tripped right over the young she-cat and landed on her in a blur of black fur. The rest of the patrol followed the noise and found Snowy barely conscious. They carried her back to camp and the current leader agreed that she could move into the nursery as she saw no threat in a dying kit.

After about a moon Snowy had grown to almost full strength again and had been renamed Snowkit. Ravenpaw had often visted her while she was recovering and he never lost her fascination with her. As soon as Snowkit reached apprenticeship age she became Snowpaw. The other apprentices her sceptical of her and didn’t trust her but Ravenpaw was always kind and they shared a nest for the first two moons while she settled in and the other apprentices got used to her. The two cats were almost inseparable and when Ravenpaw became a warrior Snowpaw felt lonely. Though the other cats in the apprentices den were tolerant of her Raveneye was her only friend in the clan. She trained extra hard after he left to join the warriors den so she could be with him again as soon as possible. Unfortunately she got reckless and ended up injuring herself badly. She was chasing a squirrel when it climbed a tree and she followed carelessly. The young she-cat fell and badly sprained one of her back paws. It could have been worse but it put off her warriors ceremony for another three moons.

Once Snowfeather earnt her warrior name once again she and Raveneye were inseparable again. They announced that she was to be having kits the next new-leaf and the young couple were excited for their first litter if not a bit nervous as well. Blizzardkit and Greykit were born at night just before green-leaf set in.

{Kithood}

Blizzardkit was small kit in comparison to his brother. Greykit had taken on the build of his mother, he was bulky and one of the biggest kits born that green-leaf. He was grey with white paws and deep green eyes like that of his father. His pelt of long and silky and he was strong. Blizzardkit wasn’t particularly small or large and was in general an average kit, his pelt was taken after his mothers and almost looked identical. His eyes were pale blue and his body type was taken from his father.

The two kits grew up at the best time of year. There was plenty of food and the clan was doing well. Greykit was very shy at first and when Snowfeather finally let them both explore the camp Blizzardkit had to practically drag Greykit along with him. Most cats were friendly to them and sometimes even took part in their games. But others disliked them and were prejudiced against them because of her mother. They didn’t view her as a true clan cat and there for her kits were not true clan-blood. They were convinced that they would be useless warriors and their mothers kittypet roots would make them soft even though Snowfeather had proven herself over and over again. At first this didn’t bother the brothers, they were happy enough with the attention they received from the other warriors. Things only changed when some of the other kits began bullying Greykit, one litter’s mother greatly disliked Snowfeather and spread that hate onto her children. It was just some name calling, simple things like “Kittypet” and “Mouse-brain” but Greykit was very sensitive and it hurt him but he didn’t tell his brother.

This bullying went unnoticed all through their kithood. Blizzardkit was oblivious and didn’t even notice when his brother stopped talking. Greykit didn’t talk much anyway and so Blizzardkit didn’t really notice much of a change but in the back of his mind something was dogging him and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off. But it was only a distant thought so he didn’t let it worry him too much, meanwhile Greykit grew more and more depressed and only spoke when he needed too to cover up how he felt. Blizzardkit was a lot more confident than his brother so the kits never even tried to bully him because they knew they wouldn’t get away with it but that didn’t stop them acting superior and refusing to communicate with him. Blizzardkit just brushed it off and moved on though. His opinion was he only needed his brother to be happy and no one else. Grey kit and him against the world.

The kits seemed happy, Blizzardkit genuinely was and moons went by where nothing new happened and nothing much changed. As new-leaf wore on though the weather was harsh, it hadn’t rained in a long time, the ground was drying up and prey was becoming scarce. The leader quickly saw the effect this was having on their clan and became increasingly concerned when she noticed that any food that was caught went off quickly in the high heat. Warriors were losing weight and a couple of queens had stopped producing milk because there wasn’t enough food to go around. Snowfeather was producing barely enough to feed her kits and Blizzardkit would complain constantly. He didn’t know why his mother wasn’t feeding him as often, all he knew was he was hungry. Raveneye was very worried about the health of his mate and his kits and would work extra hours hunting to try and keep a steady supply coming into the camp. It was one baking hot day just after sun-high that Raveneye was out hunting alone. He was tracking the scent of a vole that was leading him close to the border of his territory. He was silently hoping that it hadn’t crossed into the next clans land when suddenly he felt claws sinking into his shoulders and a heavy weight pushing him to the ground. The sour scent of rouge filled his nose. He bunked the cat off of his back and swung around hissing but it wasn’t long until another set of teeth sunk into his back leg. He let out a yowl of pain and kicked violently at his second attacker while the first one charged him again slashing claws at his face. Hot blood spilled into his left eye and he was blinded by red. He managed to kick off what looked like a young black and white she-cat from his leg, he landed it painfully in her stomach and she keeled over and then began swinging his paws wildly at the older looking silver tom. “Get out of my territory!” he screeched as he landed a blow on the side of the larger toms face. The she-cat had recovered from the hit and growled softly leaping at Raveneyes shoulders again. A third cat, a ginger tom this time, lept from the bushes and charged right into his side. Raveneye was knocked down and the last thing he saw was the three cats tearing at his skin.

Blizzardkit was playing by himself outside of the nursery when two warriors came in carrying a bloody and beaten body. A green eye stared at nothing and another red one looked furious and blood thirsty. At first Blizzardkit didn’t realise it was his father, he was still at the age where he was sure that Raveneye was unkillable and the body was mangled enough that he could only have known by that one brilliantly green eye. There were murmurs around the camp and a few cats let out unbelieving yowls. All of this stirred the queens out of the nursery and when Snowfeather saw Raveneyes body being placed on the ground the screech she let out was heartbreaking. She rushed forward and threw herself on the tom, staining her creamy fur pink with blood. Blizzardkit stood shocked, he didn’t know what to do. Eventually he moved slowly over to his sobbing mother. Other cats stood in a circle with heads bowed and the two cats who had brought him in had gone to inform the leader. While Blizzardkit curled up next to his father a patrol was sent out to find who had killed Raveneye. The rouges were found but only one was killed, the body of the black and white she-cat was left to the crows and the two toms left with some new wounds to remember the clan by. On that day Blizzardkit swore when he was a warrior he would find and kill those rouges for what they did.

A couple of moons afterwards Greykit, Blizzardkit and a few others became apprentices. Greypaw was still silent though now Blizzardpaw thought it was because of the loss of their father and a cold spot in his heart for rouges stays to this day.

{Apprentice}

It took several moons before Blizzardpaw got over his father’s death but eventually he realised that Raveneye wouldn’t have wanted him to grieve forever. He tried explaining this to Greypaw too but the large tom always seemed gloomy. Blizzardpaw was still oblivious to the bullying he received, two out of the five kits that used to bully him still hadn’t given it up. The siblings had matured a bit and stopped name calling and tried to convince the other two to give it up as well but they were having none of it and carried on their antics.

Blizzardpaw was a quick learner and his mentor was impressed by his drive to do well. Fighting was his best skill and he was happy about that as hunting would not get him very far if he wanted to take on the rouges. He always trained as hard as he could when it came to combat and was a model student. In comparison he found hunting boring and tedious but he got it done because he knew he wouldn’t become a warrior unless he could both fight and hunt. He did the bare minimum and this often got him in trouble. When sent out to catch something he would often climb a tree or find a nice sheltered hideout and wait out the time he was given, with the last few minutes he would try and catch something and if he failed he would just make an excuse. The other apprentices complained and he was always the one stuck on tick duty for his cheek.

Greypaw was the complete opposite, he was far better at hunting than fighting. He still hated conflict and barely tried when it came to combat training. He was a big apprentice and was sometimes even fearful he might accidently hurt a smaller apprentice if he wasn’t careful. He almost always let the other cat win if he was training with another apprentice and his mentor would grow annoyed with him. Unlike Blizzardpaw, Greypaw had a short-fused and grumpy mentor who would accept nothing less than full attention and effort. The only time she seemed satisfied was when Greypaw was hunting, this was when Greypaw was at his happiest. He absolutely LOVED to hunt. Though he disliked killing innocent animals he knew that when he hunted he was helping feed his clan and keeping them all healthy and strong. Whereas when he fought he just felt like he was meaninglessly injuring others.

Blizzardpaw and Greypaw still spent most of their time together, the only time they were apart was when they had different duties but other than that they had their nests next to each others, they ate under the same rocky overhang everyday together and they both played together. Blizzardpaw would always share his day with Greypaw, he would go into the tiniest detail and loved to talk about all the new moves he’d learnt and how much he’d impressed his mentor. Greypaw was happy just to listen to his brother as he went on and on about himself. Every now and then Greypaw would tell Blizzardpaw what he’d caught but only if he was REALLY proud of it and Blizzardpaw would always praise him highly. Greypaw had come out to his brother about the verbal abuse the two apprentices had been giving him but he begged Blizzardpaw not to do anything. Blizzardpaw grudgingly agreed to it but became very protective of his brother and glared at the two bullies whenever they crossed paths.But he two brothers were happy in one another company and Grepaw always felt safe around Blizzardpaw, it was when Greypaw was alone with the other apprentices that there were problems.

He was fine when it was with the nice or tolerant apprentices, he would generally leave them be and sit a little way off or if they wanted him to join in the socialising he would sit in the circle and not say a word unless he had too. But when he was left alone with the two bullies things were hard. In kithood it had just been name calling but it had escalated quickly when they became apprentices. Greypaw was away from him brother more and the two cats were getting more inventive with how to make him react. At first it was petty pranks, they’d put spiders or thorns in his nest or say that a she-cat had a crush on him and get his hopes high before she rejected him. But soon they realised he was just getting used to it, he didn’t believe their lies as often and would check his nest before going to sleep.

So one day they convinced him that all three of them would be needed to collect herbs, Greypaw’d grow closer to the medicine cat so any opportunity to help in a non-violent way was a blessing to him, he just wished he didn’t have to be alone with the other two. Blizzardpaw was out training on the other side of the territory that day, it was combat so the two bullies knew he’d be occupied for a long time. They took Greypaw deep into the forest where they knew there was a vixen with her litter of puppies knewly born. There plan was to tell Greypaw that the herbs grew in the nest underground, they knew he hadn’t been taught about foxs yet so he wouldn’t recognise the smell so they convinced him it was the smell of the herb. They figured he’d go down, find the pups and get scared out of his wits before coming back out and sulking back to camp. It was a cruel joke but they didn’t think anything of it. They reached the nest and told Greypaw to collect the herbs, saying that they needed to look for something else up top. Greypaw was unsure but they coaxed him on, giving sickly sweet smiles telling him that it was just a herb, it’s not like it’s going to kill you. The young timid tom was then pushed forward and he stumbled into the nest. The two others stood at the entrance and told him to just get the herbs and to stop being a scaredy-mouse. Greypaw didn’t want to fight so he travelled further into the den. The scent grew stronger and soon he heard whining, he froze his heart pounding and began running out the way he came only to come face to face with the snarling vixen. He didn’t have a chance. She picked him up and shook him like a rag. He pawed in a futile attempt to save himself but he knew there was no chance.

The two toms were horrified but didn’t stay around for long after they heard the struggle inside the fox den. They turned tail and ran but they didn’t get far before they ran into Blizzardpaw, his mentor and a few other warriors. They’d been tracking the fox scent and were shocked by the look on the faces of the other two apprentices. Distantly they could hear some pained yowls and Blizzardpaw recognised them instantly, he sprang forward despite his mentor calling for him to slow down and think. The rest of the warriors followed and one she-cat just managed to knock Blizzardpaw down before he ran straight into the den. He strugged and screamed that he needed to save his brother but they all just told him it was too late. The other warriors recognised the scent of puppies and knew it would be futile to try and move the vixen along for now. They were never able to retrieve Greypaws body but a few days later a patrol stumbled across some bones and what looked like Greypaws fur. The buried them and didn’t tell Blizzardpaw, but he heard their whispering and worked out what had been found. The tom cat became depressive, he barely tried even in combat and would talk to no one. Blizzardpaw never forgave the two who lead his brother to his death. The two were banished from the clan for their actions and were warned never to return to the territory or face the consequences, but Blizzardpaw felt they had been let off too easily and had a death wish for both. To this day he hopes to run into the again some time so he could get his revenge.

Many cats pitied and tried to comfort Blizzardpaw for his loss but he didn’t want any of it, some of the cats that used to stick their noses up at him because of his mothers kittypet roots even acted sorry but he knew they were just more lies. The only cat he spent time with was his mother who always grieved. In the past 6 moons she’d lost her mate and her son. She was beginning to question whether she really was too soft to be a clan cat and often dreamt of the long faded memories of her time as a kittypet. It was short but sweet and she found herself wishing for that sheltered and comfortable life. One night she’d had enough of all the pain and forced pity, she got out of her nest and set out far away from the camp. She knew some twolegs lived relatively nearby and she followed the faint scent and her own sense of direction until she found a small village. There she settled she found herself a kindly old couple who loved her very much. She was content but never happy. She knew she’d left one family member behind.

The next day when it was realised that Snowfeather was missing there were lots of rumors about, the most true was that she went to go be a kittypet again, cats were harsh saying they always knew she wasn’t cut out to be a warrior and was too soft. Few paid any attention to Blizzardpaws pain, he’d lost his brother only seven sunrises ago and now his mother had left him to. But most cats ever too preoccupied with their slander to consider his feelings. A few cats who had already begun to forget about Greypaws death took advantage of Blizzardpaws sorrow and began to mock him “Your mother is a mouse-brained kittypet, she was never cut out to be a warrior” “I bet you’re going to leave too, you’re just as weak as your mother”. Blizzardpaw tried to ignore them but he couldn’t cope with hearing his family slandered in such a way. He was constantly being punished for fighting with those apprentices, he often won but that only made it worse because they had injuries to show off to get him into more trouble.

{Warrior}

Blizzardheart became a warrior just a few moons after all this. The talk of his mother and his brother became old news and he was happy that they’d all shut up about it. He knew he’d never fill the hole that they’d left in his life but he was beginning to move on. But he had still become less social, he didn’t mind talking to the other warriors but mostly he liked to keep to himself and stay independent. Because of his experience as an apprentice he became even more stubborn.

His warrior years were uneventful. He has no mate but an eye on a few she-cats he might be interested in, one of them being his leader. He knows his chances are low but he can’t help his feels towards her. Despite his trauma he is still a confident and bold cat and is level-headed in most situations, the only time he loses his cool is when he sees rouges.

More to come.

||Family and Relationships||

:bulletwhite: Not Met

:bulletyellow: Acquaintance

:bulletgreen: Friend

:bulletblue: Best Friend

:bulletpink: Attraction/Crush

:heart: Mate

:bulletpurple: Respect

:bulletred: Family

:bulletblack: Dislike/Hate

{Family}

:bulletred: Raveneye (Father; Deceased)

:bulletred: Snowfeather (Mother; Became Kittypet, Status Uknown)

:bulletred: Greypaw(Brother; Deceased)

{Relationships}

{SkyClan}

:bulletpink: | :bulletpurple: Cloverstar: Blizzardheart has respects Cloverstar and sees her as a just and strong leader, but he can’t help but feel a attracted towards the she-cat. He’s not sure of his chances but hopes to catch her attention some how.

:bulletgreen: | :bulletpurple: Vistagaze: He likes the she cat even if she can have a sharp tongue. The two met when they were alone on a hunting patrol and it didn't take the tom too long before he considered her a friend, despite the short road to it being very rocky.

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Shadesoul

:bulletyellow: Thornblade: Blizzardheart caught the tabby she-cat sneaking out of camp just as darkness was setting in. After following her a short while he was discovered. The two spoke but Thornblade seemed irritable and upset at having been followed. The tom is not sure what his opinion on the she-cat is as of yet.

:bulletwhite: Lilyfall

:bulletwhite: Spiderbelly

:bulletwhite: Jackelfang

:bulletwhite: Dapplerain

:bulletwhite: Scorchedfur

:bulletwhite: Mushroom

:bulletwhite: Finwhisker

:bulletwhite: Toadstrike

:bulletwhite: Leafpelt

:bulletwhite: Swanflight

:bulletwhite: Cobrastripe

:bulletwhite: Timberstrike

:bulletwhite: Bearclaw

:bulletwhite: Vinepaw

:bulletwhite: Turtlepaw

:bulletwhite: Jetpaw

:bulletwhite: Curlpaw

:bulletwhite: Lotuspaw

:bulletwhite: Blazingpaw

:bulletwhite: Fallenpaw

:bulletyellow: Glasspaw: Glasspaw is Blizzardhearts apprentice and he enjoys training with the she-cat. He believes her to be a fast and efficient learners and is certain that she'll make an excellent warrior.

:bulletwhite: Sootpaw

:bulletwhite: Pebblegrain

{Thunderclan}

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Viperstar

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: FoxSnarl

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Chestnutblaze

:bulletwhite: Slatewhisker

:bulletwhite: Blackstorm

:bulletwhite: Shadefeather

:bulletwhite: Robincall

:bulletwhite: Umberleaf

:bulletwhite: Lynxshade

:bulletwhite: Rockytail

:bulletwhite: Speckleheart

:bulletwhite: Galaxymist

:bulletwhite: Deserthaze

:bulletwhite: Littlestump

:bulletwhite: Earthfang

:bulletwhite: Wolfsong

:bulletwhite: Bansheespirit

:bulletwhite: Mallardwing

:bulletwhite: Rosewing

:bulletwhite: Heronpaw

:bulletwhite: Softpaw

:bulletwhite: Sparrowpaw

:bulletwhite: Spottedpaw

:bulletwhite: Pollenpaw

:bulletwhite: Ashpaw

:bulletwhite: Sharp-paw

:bulletwhite: Crowkit

:bulletwhite: Tinykit

:bulletwhite: Fogkit

{Riverclan}

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Badgerstar

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Quailfur

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Feathertail

:bulletwhite: Toadthroat

:bulletwhite: Metalclaw

:bulletwhite: Thistleburr

:bulletwhite: Shroomspring

:bulletwhite: Goldenheart

:bulletwhite: Driftwood

:bulletwhite: Cloudwisp

:bulletwhite: Morningsong

:bulletwhite: Stoutclaw

:bulletwhite: Tornadoclaw

:bulletwhite: Pumastride

:bulletwhite: Hollowheart

:bulletwhite: Sparrowheart

:bulletwhite: Oceanfire

:bulletwhite: Apricotwing

:bulletwhite: Willowstorm

:bulletwhite: Stormfeather

:bulletwhite: Shellfang

:bulletwhite: Streamcurrent

:bulletwhite: Breezeflower

:bulletwhite: Tigersun

:bulletwhite: Brookdust

:bulletwhite: Tigerstep

:bulletwhite: Honeypaw

:bulletwhite: Brackenpaw

:bulletwhite: Echopaw

:bulletwhite: Bluepaw

:bulletwhite: Mantispaw

:bulletwhite: Gingerpaw

:bulletwhite: Rainpaw

:bulletwhite: Autumnpaw

{Windclan}

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Fawnstar

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Sandspot

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Nightraven

:bulletwhite: Patchedgrace

:bulletwhite: Moonflame

:bulletwhite: Breezewhisper

:bulletwhite: Spruceleap

:bulletwhite: Frozentears

:bulletwhite: Wolfheart

:bulletwhite: Rowanheart

:bulletwhite: Swiftfall

:bulletwhite: Flarerain

:bulletwhite: Owlmask

:bulletwhite: Ahenflight

:bulletwhite: Coalgaze

:bulletwhite: Beetlepaw

:bulletwhite: Cedarpaw

:bulletwhite: Ratpaw

:bulletwhite: Dawnpaw

:bulletwhite: Badgerpaw

:bulletwhite: Sparkpaw

:bulletwhite: Adderpaw

:bulletwhite: Duskpaw

:bulletwhite: Kestrelpaw

:bulletwhite: Lynxpaw

:bulletwhite: Koipaw

:bulletwhite: Silentsong

{Shadowclan}

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Pallidstar

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Raggedstorm

:bulletwhite: | :bulletpurple: Batshade

:bulletyellow:| :bulletpurple: Endersoul: The two met at the Riverclan boarder as unlikely as it may seem. Blizzardheart had been out patrolling alone when the boarder jumping tom caught him off guard. There was a quick fight but it didn't last long since neither of them were getting anywhere with it. In the end a mutual respect was formed though Blizzardheart was still a little uncomfortable with the tom entering his territory.

:bulletwhite: Rainsinger

:bulletwhite: Saltfur

:bulletwhite: Jaywatcher

:bulletwhite: Barkflight

:bulletwhite: Sixclaw

:bulletwhite: Icerift

:bulletwhite: Pebblefur

:bulletwhite: Pitchfur

:bulletwhite: Rubblestep

:bulletwhite: Greyear

:bulletwhite: Branchtail

:bulletwhite: Autumnwhisker

:bulletwhite: Sharpheart

:bulletwhite: Foxtrot

:bulletwhite: Mistsplash

:bulletwhite: Vixenshade

:bulletwhite: Brokenjaw

:bulletwhite: Lilypad

:bulletwhite: Mintcloud

:bulletwhite: Phantomscream

:bulletwhite: Cricketleap

:bulletwhite: Ferretwhisker

:bulletwhite: Palesight

:bulletwhite: Darkfeather

:bulletwhite: Flarestalker

:bulletwhite: Silentscreech

:bulletwhite: Copperpaw

:bulletwhite: Squirrelpaw

:bulletwhite: Vireopaw

:bulletwhite: Craypaw

:bulletwhite: Loonpaw

:bulletwhite: Russetpaw

:bulletwhite: Scatterpaw

:bulletwhite: Fallenpaw

:bulletwhite: Whitepaw

:bulletwhite: Sootpaw

:bulletwhite: Robinpaw

:bulletwhite: Poppypaw

||Roleplay Sample||

Blizzardheart dragged his body slowly across the ground, careful not to disturb the undergrowth with his movements. His prey was insight, a fat squirrel that sat lazily on a fallen tree branch completely immersed in the task of cracking open a nutshell. The tom smiled to himself, this will be the easiest catch of the season, he thought to himself.

He got within leaping distance of the smaller mammal when it suddenly lifted its head in alarm. It dropped its nut and in a flash was up the nearest tree and tom stood up and cursed under his breath before looking around quickly for the disturbance he was adamant that it wasn’t he who had scared the animal off. A scent suddenly hit his nose and it was one that he recognised and filled him with rage. But he kept his head on as best he could. The sour stench of a rouge flowed faintly on the breeze and the tom looked quickly in the direction of it. Without a thought he began stalking again but this time towards the rouge. It was a moment before he saw it. Stupid tom, he thought, trying to hunt that squirrel from up-wind. He got within sprinting distance of the rouge and then jumped out at him.

The young black tom yowled as Blizzardheart crashed into his side. The rouge was a lot smaller than Blizzardheart and very underfed so he crumpled under the weight of the healthier warrior. Blizzardheart pinned the scrawny male and growled “What are you doing on Skyclan territory” His voice was dripping with acid and he saw the rouge flinch at the sound “I was only looking for something to eat” he meowed back bravely though his voice seemed to falter slightly. Blizzardheart glared down at the younger tom “You have 10 seconds to get over the border before I come after you and rip your pelt off to line my nest!” he said coldy and then stepped off of the black cat.

The rouge was quick to react and turned tail running towards the border while Blizzardheart watched, counting loudly while the other fled. It’s not often the rouges are so easily scared off but this one was young and didn’t seem much of a fighter. Probably more of a loner than a rouge but Blizzardheart had no mercy for any rouge or loner. He watched the tom pass over the border and continue away and he sighed, turning back to the forest. He still needed to feed the clan. Time to get back to work.
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First set of ask Blizzardheart things!

=Aceofstars16 What are your current thoughts and feelings about Vistagaze? Does she scare and/or intimidate you? Or do you just feel sorry for her?

"I think deep down she's a nice cat. She just needs to smile a little more! But she can scare me sometimes! She just needs to calm down and try a little harder to be kind and friendly. I like the she cat, even if her negative attitude can get me down sometimes."

~pack4ever8 Mallardwing: How do you like it in Skyclan? Is it nice? Also, wanna meet up at the border sometime?

"I love skyclan! I like to run through the territory. It's a great place to live with wonderful sights to see and prey to catch. Well I guess there's nothing wrong with making new friends :3"

~adderclaw229Cloverstar: So how have you been lately Blizzardheart?

Oh! N-not much. You know. Here and there. This and that... Um, how about you?"

Enjoy ~
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Done the first six! I took the challenge of doing on for each person for now.. xD I might regret this later. Anyways . . .

Enjoy ~
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Name(s): Nightkit | Nightpaw | Nightraven
Nickname: Cripple
Name breakdown;
Night Dark, near black pelt like the sky when night falls on to the clan. Bright green eyes look like the stars, fits in with night.
Raven Named after his grand-father; Ravenpaw. Also for his semi-long black fur, looks like feathers.

Age: Thirty-four moons
Gender: Tom
Breed: Mix

Clan: Windclan
Blood status:
Grand-father; Thunderclan
Grand-mother; Loner
Father; Windclan.
50% Windclan, 25% Thunderclan, 25% Loner.

Rank: Medicine cat
Mentor: Gorsepelt
Apprentice(s): Koipaw

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Orientation: Bisexual
Preference(s): Dominant she-cats who know how to take care of themselves.
Looking for:
✔ Quick Fling
✔ Lasting Relationship
? Doesn't know

Hot-list
:bulletpink: Sexual
:bulletyellow: Non-sexual

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None :C

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{Quiet} - A background cat with a silent personlity. Nightraven likes to be sleak and stay where there is no trouble. He doesn't like to make a fuss and is often calm in many situations. He almost whispers as he speaks, rarely raising his voice above anyones unless it is to make a point. (Which he has to a lot at his apprentice.) He has many things on his mind, planning the next day, moon and season that is coming.

{Any cat in help} - Nightraven will help any cat that needs aid, if that is another clan or even a rouge. He doesn't justify behind boundaries. He would even help a Thunderclanner even though they gave him his limb, he doesn't hold grudges.

{Timid} - Though he may not go past boundaries to help someone, even when collecting herbs this tom won't go near the border lines due to the mishappen while he was a young apprentice. The only time he will go to a border is during a full moon and a half-moon to when he needs to travel but he knows that no other cat will distub him as he travels on these times.

{Smart} - Nightraven is a very smart tom, even when he was younger he would memorise his herbs and would always mumble to keep them in his mind. He is good at seeing what is wrong and even finding what needs to be done to help.

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Ravenpaw, a loner and former member of Thunderclan. A story hero now a days by the cats of the treachery of Tigerstar even though he chose to live the life of a loner in a barn with another loner; Barley. Nightpaw soon fell in love with a rouge of the name 'Lily.' and had a litter of kittens. They had three kittens, two boys; Shade and Flicker and a girl they named Rose.

Ravenpaw often told his kits the tales of the clans, about Tigerstar and Firestar. He spoke about the clans moving and how they found a badger and fought off everything else that came to them with heart and courage. Rose took the stories to heart and grew up wanting to be a clan cat. She asked her father where they had gone, but he just pointed in the direction they had left and gave a soft nod, knowing his daughter's heart to follow.

Rose, followed the clans. They kept heading in the same direction and stopping only to hunt and sleep. She soon found her way to a group of tribe cats and smiled, knowing they also shared stories of clan cats even some with the same names that she had heard. She stayed for a few moons before heading off again and soon finding the lake. She knew with the full moon coming a gathering would be held. She stayed on the territories, hunting what she could and staying in the trees as she watched.

As the full moon came, Rose followed the cats into the island-clearing and spoke up. A few growls and spitting as she felt herself being pushed out but she had to speak her word. "My father sent me...." She had called, silence appeared before one of the leader's jumped down and spoke up.
"And who is your father?" A brown tabby, Bramblestar had spoken.
"Nightpaw." She had spoken quietly but everybody had heard. Gasps and cries where about. One elder appeared, a sandy colored she-cat of the name Sandstorm came up to her and looked around before nodding her head with a rasp voice. "She is right. She is of Nightpaw's blood."
"Is he alright?" Bramblestar had spoken again.
"My father is fine, he is happy with his life of a loner but I am not." She had shouted, "I am born from clan-blood and I am a clan cat." Some cats agreed with her bravery, others spat angrily but she didn't care.
Bramblestar spoke up, "You may join Thunderclan, Ravenpaw's blood is always welcome."
"Thank you. But my life is running free with no trees, I would like to join Windclan." More gasps appeared before Ashstar appeared and nodded her head. "Very well, you shall be named Darkpaw until you recieve your warrior name... I shall be your mentor."

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Kit-hood
Nightkit was born between two parents, Darkrose and Willowpool. Both loyal Windclan warriors. He didn't have any siblings but he didn't mind, he often played with the other kits of listened to his mother's tales. The same ones, her father often told her or he would be exploring the camp, often the medicine cat den where the young medicine cat Gorsepelt often slept. Nightpaw loved to get his berries out and help sort them out. Throwing the squishy ones out and leaving the nice perky ones in. Gorsepelt also enjoyed having him around, even though he was a young medicine cat he liked the idea of having his own apprentice.

Apprentice-hood
Nightpaw soon became Gorsepelt's apprentice and adored doing set tasks for him. He would mumble to himself about everything he needs to do before starting the day and always liked to practice on snoozing cats in the camp's clearing. He liked playing with the other apprentices and even practicing fighting with them. He was once asked to go on a patrol with a group of warriors and apprentices and begged his mentor, saying he would collect herbs along the way.

Gorsepelt allowed him to go but they had been ambushed by a Thunderclan patrol at the borderline. Nightpaw tried to stay out of the fighting but he ended up being dragged through it and deeply injured, not being trained to battle. The leader of the patrol had stopped the fighting, breathing heavily and shouting what the patrol had done. Injuring a medicine cat.

They had taken Nightpaw back to the camp and to Gorsepelt's care. He healed quickly but bares the scars of the event and also a heavy limp. The scars across his back and injured his spine and now he can only walk short distances before sitting to start again. He can't run.

Medicine-hood

Nightpaw recieved his full medicine cat name of Nightraven, for his mother's father. His back was repairing one day at a time but he still loved to treat others and always beamed a happy face. He doesn't go near borders anymore since the accident and prefers to collect herbs from inside the territory. A few moons after and Gorsepelt died from green-cough and Nightraven was now the medicine cat. He never thought of taking an apprentice until the kit spontaneously asked to be his apprentice. He wasn't sure at first, having seen her behavior until Pinerush had come to speak to him. He hastily accepted her, taking Koipaw as his apprentice.




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{ - Parents - }
Mother: Darkrose 'Formally Rose.'
Father: Willowpool

{ - Grand parents - }
Mother's side;
Grandfather: Ravenpaw
Grandmother: Lily

Father's side;
Grandfather: Reedcall
Grandmother: Heathertail




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~ Heart chart will be soon made.

Thunderclan:
none :C
Riverclan:
none :C
Windclan:
none :C
Shadowclan:
none :C
Skyclan:
none :C

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:bulletyellow: Nightraven won't go near borderlines unless there is a full moon gathering or a half moon medicine cat gathering.
:bulletpink: Nightraven sends his apprentice to stock herbs when he doesn't like her actions. It is a good way to keep things in stock and keep her busy.
:bulletyellow: Nightraven has a heavy limp, he can't stand for a long time and must sit. Every time he sits, his back clicks into place.
:bulletpink: Nightraven's favorite meal is a nice plump vole.

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Chat Rp-✔ Most times, just ask.
Note Rp-✔ Anytime! Just shoot me a note.
Skype Rp-✔ Occasionally, ask.
Comment Rp-✔ Occasionally, ask.

'From #Muerte-Lion-Pride ; Paa; Princess'

Paa's tail swished from side to side as she swished away any flies that attempted to bite her skin. The day was warm, humid and she had taken her time to leave her normal sunning spot from an direct order from her brother; the king. She was slightly grumpy, tempted to snarl at her younger brother and tell him quite sincerely that father would of never scent her on a scouting mission but she held her tongue, nodded her head and decided that maybe she was just trustworthy to report back to the king. The king, she rolled her eyes. She always found the idea of Oscuro as king quite funny but new land, new times. A few times she was tempted to leave, she was a Princess and able to find another pride or even find her grandfather and her Aunt's pride in the distance but she couldn't leave her father or her friends or even her little sister.

She paused, having walked a few miles she found herself by the border and pressing her nose against the sun-stained, yellow stands of grass. She took a long smell, something was strange. She lifted her nose, sniffing the air and catching the scent in the breeze. "Rr-Rrouge.." She decided, opening her mouth as she allowed her tongue to fall out to taste the air. Her yellow hues tensed, the yellow turning into a gleam as she spotted the dark figure; a massive lion with a full-grown mane. She pondered of getting reinforcements, taking a few steps back but she stepped on a twig and the male lion stared at her in the distance. She couldn't go back now and so instead took a step forward and looked back at the male. She swayed her tail, the kink sticking up as she flickered her round, furry ears. The male must of been Rasper, the lion she had heard many times before in stories as a cub and she thought that he was just something to scare cubs of not coming to far from the border.
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Name(s): Spiderkit | Spiderpaw | Spiderbelly
Nickname: N/a
Name breakdown;
Spider Named for his dark pelt and long legs that reminded his parents of a spider that crawled across the den that night.
Belly Spiderbelly has a darker, rich brown stomach marking.

Age: Thirty moons
Gender: Tom
Breed: Chausie (50%) | Maine Coon (25%)| Abyssinian (20%) | Other (5%)

Clan: Skyclan
Blood status: Pure Skyclan

Rank: Warrior
Mentor: Moledapple
Apprentice(s): --

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Orientation: Straight
Preference(s): Pretty, petite she-cats. Blue eyes.
Looking for:
✔ Quick Fling
✔ Lasting Relationship
? Doesn't know

Hot-list
:bulletpink: Sexual
:bulletyellow: Non-sexual

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None :C

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{Angry} - Spiderbelly is an angry tom-cat. He easily becomes more agitated and is quick to blame others. He is often angry, just looking displeasing to others and preferring to avoid them. He is usually always angry at his brother, always blaming him for his own mistakes as well as anything that happens. He blames his brother for his mother's death. Spiderbelly is quick to defend anything and even quicker to get his claws out. He easily snaps at others, making apprentices become more uneasy around him. The only cats he has never been angry with are Kits, they are just too innocent.

{Stoic} - Spiderbelly has always been known to hide his pain and keep going without a complaint. When fighting, he will continue to battle even if a claw caught a vein and his blood was quickly flowing out but more psychological. Spiderbelly went through his apprenticeship with his family against him, always preferring his brother and he never made one word against it. He likes to keep his pain to him and him alone, letting his anger do everything else.

{Secretive} - Spiderbelly keeps to himself, he doesn't tell any cat his thoughts of life. They often find out things from his brother instead. He likes to keep himself out of others ways and hates it when he is the topic of discussion. He likes to do his own thing, away from others. Spiderbelly keeps secrets, about his life, his family and everything else the tom has seen. Due to his nature of avoiding others, he seems to naturally keep things to himself.

{Stressed} - Spiderbelly could pull out his own hair from the stress he goes through. His anger makes him more stressed about certain subjects, always becoming petty with the smallest things. The tom tries to relieve his stress by counting and looking at the clouds, thinking of his mother but somehow his anger always returns and instead he searches to use his claws instead. Spiderbelly often has sleepless night, daunting on thoughts all night long.

{Rude} - Spiderbelly is known for his rude tongue as well as his arrogant and obnoxious body language. He can be blunt, he speaks his mind and he can ignore anyone he wishes. He doesn't forgive easily and once you get on the wrong side, Spiderbelly will forcefully not talk or he'll make sure it is the smallest of words spoken.

{Dreamer} - Spiderbelly has always been a dreamer, ever since he was a kit. He would sit and dream about his siblings and about having a happy family. As an apprentice, he dreamed about his parents being happy and healthy and now he dreams of his mother. Hoping she'll always be there with him and him alone. He puts his dreams into the stories he tells the kits, letting his creativity take wing.

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Kit-hood
Cliffjaw and Heatherclaw were two of the biggest cats in the clan, the litter was eager to be seen by many members of the clan to see how large the kittens would be. Five beautiful kittens were born but by the recessive gene of Feline Leukemia from both parents caused three of the five kitten to die before they turned six moons of age. Spiderkit watched his brothers and sister die as he grew, wondering if he would be next to become ill and die. Spiderkit's parents were heart-broken and in pain, at first he didn't understand the feelings that they went through except the constant feeling of sickness each time he looked among their faces.

The tragic left Spiderkit with one brother; Stagkit. A bouncy and a normal kit. Spiderkit preferred to be by himself, he resented others and didn't want to be a normal, bouncy kit like his brother and started to dislike him. No cat came to the nursery to visit them, they disliked the small litter that randomly died, scared of catching the disease. Even their father turned a tail at them and didn't want to look at the two kits. Spiderkit became angry, angry at his father for ignoring them, angry at the clan and angry at his parents for murdering his siblings. The two kits always pleaded with their mother, the only cat who would speak to them in the younger days to go outside or even to ask why their father hated them so much. Their mother had become sad, depressed and cold but Spiderkit knew. She loved him, the only cat that ever did.

Spiderkit grew, he wasn't as big as his brother but he was still big for a kit of his age. His long lanky legs always made him look much taller and fragile that his stocky brother. But he knew his mother preferred Stagkit. Spiderkit started ignoring his mother and brother, afraid that she was leaving every time she left the nursery to speak to their dead siblings in the moonlight and worse that Stagkit was the only one that made her happy. He hated that now, the only cat that loved him.. Loved his brother more. He became almost bitter with his brother, refusing to know him.

Apprentice-hood
Spiderkit became Spiderpaw, it was a bright sunny day and one he would remember. He sat, watching the leader as he presented the male with his mentor and also his brother's mentor however when the chanting started, the only name he could here was "Stagpaw.... Stagpaw..." Even their father congratulated him, but took no notice of the lanky tom that was also his son. His brother was the perfect one, why couldn't he have died and his sister lived instead but he knew maybe she would of been preferred as well.

Spiderpaw spoke to his mother again, sitting beside her most nights as she spoke to the moonlight. He adored her voice and the way she spoke, he enjoyed the way she loved him but he could never shake off the fact that she loved Stagpaw more. He began to not sleep, having small naps instead of being able to close his eyes for a long period of time. He resented life and resented others even more. Spiderpaw often sneaked out of camp and sat thinking himself of what would happen if his siblings lived. Would both his parents love them equally? The apprentice soon became rude and obnoxious to others, even his mentor.

Leaf-bare returned as Heatherclaw retracted greencough, and soon became White cough. Spiderpaw was so scared he refused to visit his mother. Hunting or training instead to keep himself distracted. He always watched as Stagpaw dragged prey into the den. The apprentice snorted. One day he left the camp for an outing and when he returned he learned about the passing of his mother. Spiderpaw was upset, he blamed himself for his hatred yet he couldn't admit to it so instead he blamed the one cat he was angry at. Stagpaw. The two became warriors the same day, taking the names Stagheart and Spiderbelly.

Warrior-hood
Spiderbelly became depressed but he didn't like to show it, he would sneak out and think of the way the clans should be. With his mother alive by his side but he found peace with one thing and one thing only. Kits.
The tom would lie down by the nursery as they clambered on top of him and he would tell his tales about the fox with two tails, the fish with wings and the bear with the rotten tooth. He found delight in their little faces, proudness that he had never seen before.

Though he never got rid of her anger. The tom snaps at most warriors and an older apprentices as well. He doesn't enjoy the time of tongue sharing and chit-chat and prefers to be by himself with his thoughts. His brother on the other hand is a different story, he blames him for the death of their mother and the reason for his own depression.




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{ - Parents - }

Mother: Cliffjaw
Father: Heatherclaw

{ - Siblings - }

Brother: Stagheart




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~ Heart chart will be soon made.

Thunderclan:
none :C
Riverclan:
none :C
Windclan:
none :C
Shadowclan:
none :C
Skyclan:
:bulletblack: - Stagheart {Brother} - "My brother. I hate him. He is the reason my mother is dead, he killed her and took her away from me. If he wasn't so perfect, if he wasn't here everything would be fine. I cant look at him.. He disgusts me."

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:bulletyellow: Spiderbelly enjoys telling tales to kits, his stories are 'The fox with two tails', 'The fish with wings' and 'The bear with the rotten tooth.'
:bulletpink: Spiderbelly suffers from depression.
:bulletyellow: Spiderbelly hates his brothers, often muttering or causing arguments.
:bulletpink: Spiderbelly's favorite meal is fish.

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Spiderbelly's ears perked, his golden-green hues glistered as he looked up into the bright sky. The sun was raising in the sky and radiating a considerable amount of heat for leaf-bare. His long tail swayed heavily against the cold ground, moving the dust as it swayed past violently. He wasn't in a good mood this morning, but was he ever in a good mood.

The tom stood to his paws, eyes darting as he spotted his brother on the other side of camp. He glared at him, feeling his hackles raise and his fur spike before he let them flat again.
"Leave me alone." He spat as he snipped at a passing apprentice's ankles. "Otherwise I'll show you a true scar." He growled, striding forward towards his brother, ready for an argument.

"Tell us a story."

The large tom paused, ears flickering as he looked down at the kit and he gave a half-hearten smile. "Of course.." He said, lying down with his back against his brother. Secretly thanking the kit for being there. "Have you heard about the fox with two tails?" He asked with a grin.



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Name

Puddlekit - Puddlepaw - Puddlewave
Breakdown:
/Puddle - Puddlekit's prefix was given to her for her tortoiseshell marks on her face and tail, looking a lot like she had been rolling in a muddy puddle.
/kit - Suffix shows that Puddlekit is a kit.


Age

0-6 moons of age


Gender

Female


Breed

50% American Shorthair - 25% Burmese - 25% Moggy


Clan:

Windclan

Clan blood: 50% Windclan - 50% Thunderclan


Rank:

Kit





Personality


Puddlewave is a Mischievous girl and has a smalll fondness (I say small but that is quite an understatement.) for causing trouble (Of course, in a playful way but trouble is trouble.) Now she isn't completely Naughty and Disobedient. I mean, she does have this issue where she can go blank and ignore a complete sentence or request. (Not her fault, it happens to the best of us.) She does listen (Sometimes.) And she do what she thinks (At that time.) is best. So she is a real sweetheart at the most of times, she just gets a little bored and drives to do something. Of course, she believes that it is the trouble that finds her and not her looking for it.

She can be very Courageous and Brave. (She would need to be if she ever found trouble.) She adores a challenge and loves to be someone who is on the front with helping the clan. She can be quite Loyal but because of her parentage, she knows that love can come between any borderline and she adores that her parents found each other that fateful night. If someone asks for volunteers, she is often the first to stand up and say her name as she thinks without trying there is no hope so if she puts her hardest in trying something, at least she come out and say "I tried." Some cats say her Bravery is stupid and beyond guidance or sense but she doesn't think that is true because she thinks everyone needs someone brave in their lives, why can't it be her?

And don't forget she is full of Curiosity and Adventure. (Because where there is trouble, there is an adventure.) Puddlewave dreams of what lays beyond the borderline and through that pesky rabbit hole. The smallest water droplet gets her attention and she can watch for hours upon hours trying to figure out where the water droplet is coming from and where is is landing exactly as well as Why, Where and When? She adores questions and gosh, doesn't everyone know it. She often starts the day with a question and ends it with another one as well. Though without questions, how can you learn? She is Eager to learn and one who probably never will stop learning because she adores finding the littlest things out.

Puddlewave can be caught Dreaming a lot, and often fazes out from reality.  She can't help it, she just likes to dream about a world that isn't hers. She adores to think of situations before it happens and curiously wonders which possibility could come true. Some cats call her daft and unpractical. But she doesn't care, it makes her smile and it keeps her going. What is there is the world if you can't just close your eyes and dream about something. Hopes, dreams it all brings forward goals (So surely everyone has a dream.)

Though because of this she can seem to be Rude and Snappy. She doesn't mean it (Who does?) She just can't help it when she is in that peace of mind and someone just breaks her away from it. She can wake up on the wrong side of the nest and can be just be like a stroppy teenager.  Most of the time she is calm, happy and ready but once in a time you can find her is a foul mood and not many cats like her when she is in this mood.

She is Proud to the bone. She is proud of her heritage and of her clan. She can be quite Quirky. but she knows her clan and her life is hers alone and she will say that fact out to others. She loves both her parents and her siblings and will defend them in someone speaks wrong about them.  She takes each scar proudly and wears them like a medal. She hopes one day she can do something significant  to prove that she is someone her clan can be proud of.

Puddlewave never forgets, she has a Strong memory. Because she is proud, any scar she receives will be boasted about and always remembered on how it happened and who was there on the day. Though is also means she keeps one mistake a cat makes and keeps it fresh in her mind. It takes a lot to get her to forgive and love. (So try not to get on the bad side of her.) She thinks that a cat can make the same mistake several times so for her, one mistake is all that she needs to say goodbye. Of course, how many mistakes has she made? But she won't admit to them. She doesn't care how others forgive and how they forget and only knows how she does because in reality that is all that matters. If someone wants to forgive her for a mistake she made then fine, she would happily try to re-learn and not make the same mistake again.. She just doesn't think about it the other way around.





Brief Backstory


Before they were born:
Nobody would of ever put the two cats together. Coalgaze, a warrior of Windclan and Earthfang; a warrior of Thunderclan. But on the outskirts of their borderline the two met by pure accidental or maybe it was indeed fate. Coalgaze left his camp in the idea to clear his mind and just to have a break. But instead he collided with an over-emotional she-cat and that night the two met. Coalgaze listened to the she-cat's story. Earthfang had just lost her mate and was pregnant with their litter. The two continued to meet and talk. Both knew it was against the code but they still continued to share stories and talk throughout the whole night until sunrise.

One day the two met again but this time the she-cat carried her kit; Crowkit. She couldn't leave him in Thunderclan knowing her clan-mates hated both her and her kit. Coalgaze spent the night with her and the kit and then they both decided that Earthfang would come with Coalgaze and join Windclan. Coalgaze continued to support the two and soon took the she-cat as his mate and the young tom-kit as his own son.

Though, things changed in the clan and the Deputy, Sandspot had died. Fawnstar, standing up to give an announcement; "I say these words before the body of Sandspot, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Coalgaze will be the new deputy of WindClan." Coalgaze coouldn't believe his ears. He accepted the position. A moon later, Coalgaze was given more news on his twenty-second moon that he was going to be a father. Earthfang was pregnant and she was expecting Coalgaze's kits.

Fours kittens born:
Puddlekit was born with her two sisters and brother. Puddlekit was named for her pelt looking like she had rolled in mud and had not yet given a bath.  Her sisters were called Berrykit, named for her spotted pelt and Petalkit for her delicate size and shape. Her brother's name was Inkkit, named for dark, black pelt.

*Will be updated when roleplayed.





Family

Mother: Earthfang
Father: Coalgaze
Siblings/Litter-mates: Petalkit - Berrykit - Inkkit
Half-brother: Crowpaw


Relationships


Bullet; Black Dislike
Bullet; BlackBullet; Black Hate
Bullet; White Neutral
Bullet; WhiteBullet; White Acquaintance
Bullet; Blue Friend
Bullet; BlueBullet; Blue Good friend
Bullet; Green Close friend
Bullet; GreenBullet; Green Best-friend
Bullet; Yellow Attraction
Bullet; YellowBullet; Yellow Crush
Bullet; Pink Love
Bullet; PinkBullet; Pink Mate
Bullet; Red Family
Bullet; Orange Respect
Bullet; Purple Curious


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 Name | :dev:
Bullets | "Thoughts."

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Windclan

Earthfang | SophSouffle
:bulletred:-:bulletpink: | "My mother, isn't she beautiful. I don't know anyone I would want to replace you with. You are mine and mine alone. Well.. I guess you are also Berrykit, Petalkit, Crowpaw and Coalgazes but none the less. You are mine."



Coalgaze | indesomniac
:bulletred:-:bulletpink:-:bulletorange: | "My father. The Deputy of the clan.. It is odd thinking he could be Leader one day but I love him no different from anyone else. I respect him for taking mother and Crowpaw in.. That is my favorite story and I just want to do that one day, stumble on fate."



Crowpaw | SophSouffle
:bulletred:-:bulletpink: | "My older brother. He is an apprentice and a good one. I love him to the bone and I adore the little stories he tells us when he visits."



Berrykit | indesomniac
:bulletred:-:bulletpink: | "You are my sister and I will love you like family. Though.. You do have that.. Well you like to carry dead things around and that is a tad.. Odd but if that is what you like, I'm not going to stop you because we are who we are and we can't change each other."



Petalkit | candysprites
:bulletred:-:bulletpink: | "My sister. You are very pretty but very girly which I am not to accustomed with. I like mud, I like rolling around and I'm afraid to get mud on you but I still love you."



Inkkit | iDawnDusk
:bulletred:-:bulletpink: | "My brother. I swear you sometimes look at me like you want to groom me to the inch of my fur. But I can't help loving the adventure and that gives mud, mess and dirt.. I love your quirky ways and adore playing with you."


Thunderclan


Heatherpaw | WeAreFallen
Bullets | Thoughts


Riverclan



Shadowclan



Non-clan






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AND THE DESCRIPTION IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS
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[ General Information ]

Name(s): Tigerkit || Tigerpaw ||Tigerstep
Age: 16 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: American Longhair X Maine Coon
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Name breakdown:

Tiger: The fierce look she gives you is commonly connected to the gaze of the Clan’s ancestors, the tiger. Despite the fact that she also has a tabby-like pelt, her personality also resembles one of the large-striped creatures who use to roam the forest.
Step: Although this she-cat may seem strong like the rest of her clan; tranquility and peace do play a major role within her mind. Therefore, ‘step’ was placed at the end of her name; giving an indication that this she-cat isn’t all bad.


Appearance:

-She has soft fur that is very fluffed around her cheeks, chest, rump, and tail. Cunning and sly, her eyes are also a very prominent feature. She has larger eyes then most RiverClan females, but they give her a mysterious vibe; for not only are they copper, but they have thick eyelashes that are visible at any distance.
-The coloring of her fur is a faded ginger wash which is marked by light brown tabby markings. She has a light, mocha-like coloring around her paws, hind quarters, chest, face, and undertail as well as underbelly. Her bangs always sway in front of her face, although you might see her twine a flower or reed into them for special occasions. Her muzzle is dull, but brighter than the other light-mocha markings. She has black ear tips.
-Two long jagged scars mark the side of her face. No hair has grown back, and she was almost going to be re-named “Tigerscar”.


[ Personality ]


”Nooo, you don’t say.” || Sarcastic & Comedic || Since Tigerstep was raised by…not the best family…she overcame her terrible circumstances with the one thing she knew best. Laughs and heart-raising happiness. But months after, she soon realized- she was only digging her grave deeper. No one liked her one-lined jokes, or her little “adorable” accidents. Like “accidentally” knocking the whole fresh kill pile into the river, or pushing the other apprentices down a large hill in which she knew gave way to a large mud-pit. So, when her warrior ceremony came, along with her life-threatening and life-changing accident; she changed. For good. She wanted others to see that she was still strong, is still strong, therefore she replaced her kind jokes and somewhat innocent pranks with mean sarcasm and harsh comedic remarks. At first, she understood that others were only allowing these new traits because they felt sorry for her. But after she thought more about it, no longer did she want pity. She lives off of anger and sadness that are displayed in the emotions of others, so she went ahead and stepped it up a notch to the point where she could send a grown tom crying. If you talk to her, and you don’t know her very well, the moral is- don’t take it personally. If you’ve known her forever though, she’s only teasing. In all truths, she loves to laugh. She loves to make others laugh. Just, you know, she changed. If she has to display an ugly scar across her throat, she’ll make you display tears across your cheeks.

”I’m not helping you. I don’t have too.” || Stubborn || Tartly stubborn. As an apprentice, many disliked her because of this quality. She wouldn’t do anything that consisted of the following: walking, carrying, digging, or de-ticking. Despite hunting, she let the other apprentices do her duties for her. And now that she’s a warrior, it’s the same thing. She’ll get the apprentices to do her tasks, besides hunting. Now, if you argue with her about this; she’ll just defiantly ignore you. She absolutely hates fights within her own clan, hence the “step” in her name [ go to name breakdown for more information], although, ironically- she does cause most disputes let alone fights within her clan and others. If someone of a higher ranking asks her to do something though, she will make an exception. But if a mere apprentice asks her to get off her lazy rump and clean out the moss in the dens, all I have to say is- be prepared for some rude and harsh sarcastic remarks, kid.

”Your fur is a mess. Sometimes the truth hurts, doesn’t it?” || Rude & Honest || This is a first for many cats in RiverClan. Tigerstep is so honest to the point where it’s considered rude. Either that, or she’s just being flat out rude. However, Tigerstep is known for having a blunt tone when talking to others. If there’s something she doesn’t find funny, pretty, or nice- she’ll just say it. Never thinking twice about what she’s going to say, of course she has many, many enemies. But, you know, every kitten, every cat, was taught to tell the truth. So, being told that, she does. And although the consequences can sometimes be severe, she shrugs. She doesn’t care. She’ll speak her mind, and the truth. And if it sounds rude, harsh, or mean, you’ll often hear her say these 3 words: ”I don’t care!” The truth is the truth.

”What? Who told you that?” || Sparky || Tigerstep is easily aroused by any type of excitement. As sparky is another word for outgoing, or loud, Tigerstep certainly is. She loves to hear gossip, although she will not gossip herself. As close friends will get to know Tigerstep, they’ll understand that she certainly loves to be in the center of attention at all times. Around others that she does not know well though, she usually remains cautious; her guard always up so she won’t become vulnerable to fake friends. However, on patrols, Tigerstep is usually the first one to talk and the one to keep the conversation going. If she doesn’t like you, she will make it clear. But, otherwise, if she’s in a good mood- she won’t mind talking to you. That is, if you can handle her sarcasm. Anyways, she is very outgoing and bubbly. It really all comes down to who she’s around at the time.

”I-I never said I ‘loved’ you…I meant, I…I…” || Soft sided || Now, once you get to know Tigerstep, she may confide within you her true thoughts; for she does, in fact, have the tattered remains of a caring heart. She oftentimes doesn't know what she's saying when she gets emotional with someone close due to the fact that she never really had a family. Therefore, her soft-side is usually wired with deep emotions that no one can barely understand. Though, when in public, she usually hides her soft-side very well. Her sarcasm and rude temper usually drives others away, but when one is willing to challenge her temper; she keeps an eye on them, and sometimes becomes close with them- willing to call them "brother" or "sister". She does have a heart, you just need to find it.

”I sometimes look at my reflection in the river and think ‘wow, I wonder if anyone think’s I’m pretty’. Then I remember…I remember what I look like…” || Insecure || Last but not least, the devil's curse. Insecurity. Tigerstep never thinks of herself as pretty. Instead, she tends to look at her reflection whenever she gets the chance- only to point out the flaws of her overall pathetic appearance. 'My fur's too mangled, by forearms are too big, my ears are too small...' and so on. As an apprentice, she was often picked on. And like many, she never forgot or forgave what many of her fellow apprentinces called her. Therefore, when she got the scars from the badger attack, her anxiety of her appearance only raised higher.

:new:"Don't test me, boy..." || Easily Angered ||

:new:"I can do it myself, back off!" || Independent ||

:new:"I find it hard to believe you're single...got anything planned tonight?" || Unpredictable ||


[ History ]


”My name was Tigerkit.” || Kitten [1-6 moons ] ||

Tigerkit was originally thought to be a still born, when given birth to by Feathertail upon the journey to the mountains. As the other felines weren’t originally certain that Crowfeather known as Crowpaw at the time were officially lovers, they ignored the two. Yet, Stormfur, brother of Feathertail, suspected what he had feared the most; that Feathertail was pregnant with the smoky gray tom’s kit. As there was no clear recollection of this story before now, all Tigerkit could remember was being left behind, watching her mother and father stroll away into the night.
As Tigerkit laid sprawled out upon the ground, a passing feline from RiverClan who was slowly tracking the patrol; noticed the lump of tabby-brown fur. At first, just as Feathertail and Crowpaw thought, this feline presumed without taking any head of notice that it was just a young kitten who had died cause of the harsh climate. But as she slowly trotted away, Tigerkit began to mewl for milk; thereby indicating that she was certainly alive, but very malnourished.
So the RiverClan feline took the kitten through the mountains, and into the newly settled territory. Since Feathertail died by sacrificing herself for Tigerkit’s father, she had no lineage of family within her clan; besides Stormfur, who refused to take care of the cross-clan feline. Therefore, Tigerkit was sent to the nursery; where the queens would often times take care of her, and let her suckle as if she was one of their own.
At the time, however, Tigerkit did not have a name. The queens would often call her “tabby” or “runt”, because when the mother or father stepped forward; they thought it was only right of them to name her instead. Yet, as Stormfur was the only one who knew what had happened to Tigerkit’s family, and who they were; he stepped forward, claiming to be the father, thereby giving him the rights to name the small brown she-kit.
Feathertail often told her brother that she had always dreamed of having a kitten named “Leopardkit” or “Ashkit”. But as he cocked his head back and forth, studying the cat; he could only see what resembled a tiger. Her piercing copper eyes…her cream and brown markings….mewing without hesitation, he simply said, ”Name her Tigerkit.” And that was the last thing Tigerkit could recall of her kithood.

”I never understood why the others didn’t like me...” || Apprentice [ 6-15 moons ] ||

As Tigerkit aged, she became known as Tigerpaw. And with this aging, came a different lifestyle. No longer was she the popular kitten in the nursery who was loved by one and all. No, because for now- she became the outsider, a feline on the outside looking in. Her cute kitten-like charms couldn’t get her out of anything, anymore. And her rebellious arguments only got her mentor upset.
Since Stormfur was still known by everyone as the brown kitten’s father, oftentimes he would avoid Tigerpaw all together; not trying to make a fool out of himself, for his reputation was more important than his beloved dead sister’s daughter. And now that Brook came down from the mountains with her kittens, it just seemed more and more that Tigerpaw was, in fact, his daughter.
However, Tigerpaw barely noticed the storm-gray tom’s absence as he left back to the mountains with Brook, his mate. She honestly thought everyone still loved her, so she continued being childish and immature; getting a few giggles here and there, but little did she know: they weren’t laughing with her, they were laughing at her.
And with this, Tigerpaw always seemed like the odd one. Out of the whole apprentice’s den, she had no friends, and often ate alone; or joined the elders. Her mentor, Swallowtail, even complained about being chosen as Tigerpaw’s mentor, growling, ”But she’s my first apprentice, and she’s so weird!”

”Then…t-the accident…the badger…I see it all in flashes of black and white…” || Teen Warrior [ 15-Current age ] ||

As the last major event to happen within Tigerstep's life was the night of her warrior ceremony's vigil, all she could recall was standing within the front of her camp; only to feel a massive weight crash on the side of her face.
Like all warriors, from every clan, the warrior ceremony calls for a one-nighter- where you stand, awake, all night at the camp's entrance. And as Tigerstep, at the time called Tigerpaw, waited patiently for the day break of dawn; her eyes closed every now and then, heavy with the anticipation of some much needed sleep. However, little did the naive female know- there was a hungering badger, lingering within the darkness of the well concealed forest.
Tigerpaw, catching herself from slipping into slumber, sniffed the air; but mistakened it for a vole, thereby leaving her guard down, and laying instead of standing at RiverClan camp's entrance. Mumbling, she let her eyes shift, and decided to just relax. Catch her breath. '1 mouse...2 mouse...3...3...moose...' And just like a candle, the apprentice fell into a deep sleep.
The badger, watching the tabby, crawled into the moonlit clearing; making sure the apprentice was asleep. Crawling closer...and closer...the badger, now hovering above Tigerpaw, opened it's mouth. The breath of the beast was foul. Like day old decomposing crow food wrapped in a leaf full of rotting egg yolks. Tigerpaw immediately opened her eyes, glaring at the figure. But as druel sloped down from the badger's mouth, she shivered; horrified.
'Stay calm...stay calm...don't move...' she told herself, repeatedly. Yet, the badge advanced; hunching it's back as it gave a gruesome growl.
And just like that...the animal lunged at the apprentice.
However, Tigerpaw, pulled away; running into crevice within the river's boulders. Although, the badger was hungry, and wasn't giving up so easily.
Tigerpaw managed to squeeze herself deep within the boulders; afraid to cry out for help. Afraid to die before getting her warrior name. The badger dug his claws into the cave-like crevice- yowling as he then felt long fangs dig into his flesh.
With a large force of power, the badger pulled his paw out, watching the dangling cat as her fangs were still inch-deep within his skin. Flicking the cat against the boulder, he then went in for the kill. And as things started to fade due to the trauma of the head-smash against the boulder; Tigerpaw let out one final yell, screaming at the top of her lungs as claws came crashing down
on the side of her head.

In the morning, Tigerpaw awoke within the medicine cat's den, unable to move as half of her head was bandaged in cobwebs. Duststar and Feathertail discussed about what had taken place, yet Tigerpaw could barely hear. Instead, she laid within the moss-like bed, an anger growing over her heart and soul. 'How could this happen to me?' She asked herself this question repeatedly, yet all could come up with...was that it was her fault. And, ironically, she was right.
Duststar was angered. Feathertail was sympathetic. Tigerpaw...Tigerpaw felt a new sensation. A sensation of rage...of disbelief. Not only was her face was damaged that night...but her being as well. She felt no happiness. No joy. There was no such thing as a "bright" side to this situation...for not only was she already bullied by others, but now she was also attacked by a dimwitted animal. And now...now she had a scar on the side of her face. 'I've never done anything wrong...I've always been the outcast...' starting to whimper as she felt a tear roll down her bandages, she mewed alloud, "How could StarClan do such a terrible thing to me?"
"StarClan?!" Feathertail's sympathy disappeared the moment he heard Tigerpaw whimper those frail words. "It was all you, StarClan is responsible for nothing." He immediately flipped his head to Duststar, waiting for a nod of agreement.
"Tigerpaw...you had one job. One task." Duststar murmured, shaking his head back and forth to Feathertail; silencing the medicine cat. "I..I was looking foward to giving you your warrior name, but if you can't even identify the odor of a badger...that scares me." Pacing the den; he then mewed, "I need strong warriors...warriors who know what they're doing. You let a badger almost kill you. What happens if he got into the nursery?" Stopping, he dipped his head; letting his solemn gaze land on the young apprentice. "The only fitting name that can see for you as of right now is Tigerscar."
Tigerpaw sat within the moss nest; her heart frozen with ice. Tigerscar. The name was flung at her like a perfectly pointed spear. Yet, strangely...Tigerpaw enjoyed it. Enjoyed the pain. "I'm fine with that."
Feathertail, abruptly getting up, fluffed his tail in an almost surprised manner. He glanced at Duststar, blinking.
Duststar glanced back at Feathertail, almost shocked. "A...are you sure? I mean, Tigerscar...that's a pretty hurtful name."
"More hurtful then the injuries on my face?"
There was an eerie silence.
Duststar, clearing his throat, advanced towards the entrance, mewing in a hasty tone before leaving, "Okay. You shall now be known as Tigerstep." And left.
Feathertail, swaying back and forth on the balls of his paws, awkwardly glanced at Tigerstep every few seconds. Tigerstep, irritated, growled, "Can I help you?"
But all Feathertail murmured was, "You should be greatful. He's too kind to name you Tigerscar."

--- || Adult Warrior [xxx] || ---

--- || Aging Warrior [xxx] || ---

--- || Elder [xxx] || ---


[ Relationships ]


:bulletorange: || Mentor
:bulletpurple: || Family
--- || Dead

:bulletwhite: || Unsure - Acquaintance
:bulletblue: || Friend
:bulletgreen: || Best Friend
:bulletyellow: || Crush - Attraction
:bulletpink: || Love
:bulletred: || Discomfort - Fear

[ ThunderClan ]


[ :bulletblue: - :bulletgreen: - :bulletpink: || Tigersun ] What a tom...the first cat I've actually happened to get along with, and yet, he's in ThunderClan! Although the distance seperates us...his humor; it makes me laugh. And his rudeness- oh dear StarClan, why make a cat so...so perfect? I know we just met, but he's hands down one of my best friends. <3

That...that ignorant bastard! He swiped at me. Without even thinking twice! My ear, slashed, and all he does is walk off...well...perhaps...perhaps I'm at fault as well...I said he was like his father, and...dear StarClan, what have I done...why am I going soft? I guess...I...I...

I love him. I just...I love him. I've learned to forget what he has done to my ear...for not even a grudge like that could ever keep me away from a tom like him. At first I thought...I don't know what I thought! I was afraid to admit the fact that I liked him, nevermind love him, but once I got realized he loves me and I love him...I just knew it was time to tell him. And then...he kissed me. I could not be any happier than I am right now.
It's just...the borderline seperates us.


[ RiverClan ]


[ :bulletwhite: - :bulletred: || Sweetbrook ] She...she disgusts me. Daughter of a kittypet, but with the happiness of a child. No one should be proud about being related to kittypets! No one! It's absurd, really. I'd just wish she'd realize that she'll never have the heart of a true warrior.



[ WindClan ]

[ ShadowClan ]


[ :bullet: || Raggedstorm ]


[ SkyClan ]

[ Rogues || Kittypets || Loners ]


[ :bullet: || Kore ]

[ :bullet: || Rarity ]


[ Other Stuff ]


[Likes]

Raindrops ||

Battle training ||

Being right ||

[Dislikes]

[ Artwork ]
xxx


[ Family Ties ]


[ Mother’s side ]

Feathertail || Deceased || RiverClan

Siblings || Stormfur || Deceased || RiverClan
Father || Graystripe || Deceased || ThunderClan - RiverClan
Mother || Silverstream || Deceased|| RiverClan
Grandpa || Crookedstar || Deceased || RiverClan
Grandma || Willowbreeze || Deceased || RiverClan

[ Father’s side ]

Crowfeather || Deceased || WindClan

Siblings || Eaglekit || Deceased || WindClan
Father || xxx || --- || WindClan
Mother || Ashfoot || Deceased||WindClan


[ Plots ]


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[ Notes ]

[ Comments ]

[ Chats ]

[ Skype ]

[ ]”Hey, short stuff, you’re too young for me. Try again in a few moons, mkay?” || An obviously younger tom gains a crush on Tigerstep which makes her uncomfortable, and frustrated.

0/1 || Male || PG – PG-13

[x]”W-who put this dead rat in my nest?!” || Someone in the warrior’s den places a decomposing rat on Tigerstep’s nest, thereby making Tigerstep flip out.

1/1 || Male or Female || PG-13
Cyclonepaw || Male - RiverClan || Notes

[x]”Yes. The patches of missing fur on my face are S-C-A-R-S. Are you deaf, or just stupid?” || A younger feline continuously annoys Tigerstep by asking her about the scars on her face, and if it’s just a bald spot.

1/3 || Male or Female || PG – PG-13
Finnwhisker || Male - RiverClan || Note

[x]”Please go back to your own god damn nest. Thank you.” || A fellow warrior keeps coming on to Tigerstep and doesn’t understand the meaning of “FRIEND-ZONED”.
Finnwhisker || Male - RiverClan || Notes

1/1 || Male or Female ||PG-13 - M+

[ ]”Holy shit, where’d my mouse g- YOU TOOK IT.” || Accuses a fellow clan mate of stealing her half-eaten mouse.

0/2 || Male or Female || PG-13




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Name(s): Koral || Lilacpaw ||Lilacbreeze
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Lilac point Siamese X Maine Coon
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Soft furred lilac-point Siamese with a long tail of a Maine Coon. She has darkly hazed blue eyes and light purple hues to her markings. Although she's smooth-furred around her legs, she has tufts of fur around her face, neck, tail base, and head. Lilacpaw has what you may call "bangs" but she can always see out both eyes.

[ Personality ]


”W-well, if it’s okay with your leader…” || Naive & Gullible || Lilacpaw is a very keep-to-herself kind of cat. No one would describe her as independent, but at the same time, no one would describe her as sociable. She usually only associates herself with felines that will help her improve in life, and keep her on the right track of becoming a well-known warrior, but oftentimes; her naïve nature takes a swerve for the worse. Gullible, naïve, and shy- she’s easily tricked into helping the enemy. Although she may not be able to tell if your intentions or good or bad, her heart is always in the right place. She honestly just wants to help, and if she does wrong, the worst thing you could do is yell at her. She’s a very sincere she-cat, and if yelled at; it scars her. All she wants to do is help others, but as many cats know; niceness can sometimes lead to your clan’s demise, as well as your own.

”I can help!” || Helpful || As said in the description above, Lilacpaw is also very helpful and willing to offer any help she can. She’s always there when needed, and tries to do the best she can for the sake of her Clan. Of course this helpfulness consists of a lot of devotion, because no matter what time of day she’s always ready to help. Whether it’s apprentice duties that no one else wants to do, or staying with the elders to lend them a listening ear, or even helping kitting queens- she’s always there for a friend in need. But as far as her naïve trait goes…that also means she’s ready to help other clan-cats as well.

”S-scared? I’m not s-scared…” || Easily frightened & Cowardly || It’s sad to say, but this apprentice, dreaming of being the most powerful warrior in all the lands, is deathly afraid of the tiniest things. Spiders, monsters, water, blind eyes, big cats, dogs, two-legs…the list goes on and on! And the most pathetic thing on her list, is her own shadow. Yeah. Her own shadow. She knows for a fact that she’s jumpy, and quite bluntly, she hates it dearly. Oftentimes, she’ll hang around the camp rather than going out with the other apprentices, for she knows she’ll only make a fool of herself and they’ll all laugh.

”You know…how um…the Leader…s-stinks? Ha..ha…ha….ha…” || Awkward || If Lilacpaw doesn’t know you well, yeah, she’ll be a bit awkward at first. It’s natural for her. If she doesn’t like you, or take interest in you, she won’t dislike you or hate you, she’ll just make…small talk. Which gets really…well…awkward after a while.

”Oh, oh, you know what? Let’s play hide and go seek! I’ll count!” || Playful & Loud || Behind her barrier, which is her shy and awkward front, lies a truly young spirit who despite loving to help; also loves to play. She usually won't participate in games among the older, more mature apprentices, therefore- she often spends her time in the nursery; playing with the kits in there. On occasion, to avoid having to do chores alone, she may make a game out of the apprentice chores- inviting fellow apprentices to help. And sometimes, if a group of apprentices including herself are on a hunt, to spark excitement; she may start a relay race, or even hide-and-go-seek! But of course, until you allow to get yourself to understand Lilacpaw and become her friend, she'll just remain quiet and respectful. And, obviously, awkward as well.

”I can’t believe…y-you would just betray me like that…” || Sensitive || One of Lilacpaw's flaws is her sensitivity. "Don't take it personally" means nothing to the young feline. If she does something wrong, she holds herself responsible at all costs and rarely forgives herself. This trait, however, comes from her kithood. Yet, her sensitivity also holds this apprentice back from her full potential. She'll never attack her mentor if commanded. Of course she'll kill prey, but once her fellow clan-mates are at a far enough distance; she'll pray to StarClan for the spirit of the mouse, bird, whatever it is, to be in peace. And love...as far as that goes; she'll never face her crush, if she has one. She'll just admire the him from afar, afraid that her sensitive feelings will be broken if she admits a small little crush; therefore making herself even more sensitive then she already is.

”They make such a cute couple…I wish to have a love like theirs someday.” || Hopelessly romantic || Due to the fact that she spends most of her free time in the nursery, surrounded by kits and couples, as well as the elder's den, surrounded by old, ancient couples- love is almost everywhere in her life. She often day-dreams and fantasizes herself in the arms of someone who cares for her and loves her just for the way she is; although reality usually ruins it. Yet, despite fantasizing, she also loves pairing her friends up with other felines, and predicting who will become mates with who. It's almost a game for her, for her predictions are usually right.


[ History ]


”I…I was a kittypet once…my name was Koral.” || Kitten [1-6 moons ]

At a young age, Lilacpaw lived upon a hill; bordering the river that led into RiverClan territory. Although she barely remembers this part of her young kithood, she does faintly remember her mother, father, and grandfather. Her grandfather was a feline by the name of Purdy. Her mother, a pure breed Lilac-point Siamese, was named Poppy, and her father; son of Purdy, was named Thor by the two legs for his massive electric-yellow eyes.
As Poppy became pregnant with her first litter of kittens, she spent most of her time in the attic of Thor's and Purdy's owner's house. Poppy's owner's lived across the wide thunder path, and since she couldn't make the travel to and from her house each day; she decided to just stay within the attic till her litter was born.
Poppy and Thor loved each other dearly, but honestly; Purdy was quite irritated by both of them. Throughout Poppy's pregnancy, as each day progressed, she got bigger, and bigger- which meant she also got hungrier, and hungrier. And since Thor was giving Poppy his food, Purdy started donating little portions of his food to her as well, which, the grumpy old cat hated.
As the arrival of the due date came, Poppy gave birth to 4 young kittens. Heather, Flora, Robin, and the runt of the litter- a small, fluffy lilac-point named Koral.
Thor immediately fell in love with the runt, while Poppy admired and loved all of them equally. As time slowly passed, Heather became rambunctious, Flora was charming- the little flirt of the family, Robin distanced himself from his family as a rebellious nature grabbed hold of him, and Koral was daddy's little girl. A sweet, shy, and loving kitten; always doing as told.
Since Poppy's milk was all gone, and she was done nursing the kittens, she was able to cross the thunder path once again.

One day, Thor offered to take the kittens down to the road to show them how to pass it safely without getting hit. But, Poppy, more experienced and agile, flatly told him ,"no," and that she, instead, would take the kittens to the thunder path and demonstrate the correct way.
Thor was hesitant, but he agreed.
As the mother and 4 kittens were getting ready to leave however, Thor glanced among the 5 felines. Out of care, he looked upon Koral; and said with earnest fatherly love to Poppy, "Are you sure Koral can do this? She's the only kitten we haven't let outside. After all, she is the runt."
And Poppy, taking a second glance at the precious lilac-point, debated within her head for quite a while until she said, "You're right. Keep her here, and...teach her how to track mice. Or something." Smiling, she then added to Thor, "I love you."
Then, the mother and 3 kittens left the attic; pawing there way through the window and down the roof.
As Thor watched them leap to the grassy floor of the flower beds, he smiled, whispering through the transparent attic window, "I love you too."
And just like that, they were gone.
And as a feeling of dread overcame Thor for no clear reason, he ignored it, and went to his daughter; watching her giggle as she chased a ball of yarn.
"Whoa, where'd ol' Miss. Poppy go? And the kits?" Purdy mewed from the corner of the attic, waking up from his mid-afternoon nap with a hoarse voice.
As Thor picked Koral up by the scruff and placed her next to Purdy, he replied, "They went to the thunder path. She's teaching them how to cross." Then covering Koral's gray ears with his long fluffy tail, he added on in a whisper, "She and I didn't want Koral to go though. You know, cause she's a runt and all...," unwrapping Koral's ears with his tail, Koral simply giggled, reaching out with an extended paw to his long rusty red tail, murmuring "fluffy".
Purdy blinked as he suddenly rised; letting Koral fall backwards onto the floor. "Today?! Are ya'll mad?!"
Thor, stunned, narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Why, is today a bad day?"
Purdy, growing silent, stared at his son in remorse. "Thor...the bike race...it's startin' in a few mins'."
And then...Thor understood. His heart stopped pounding, his eyes grew wide, his face grew pale...he had to get to the thunder path.
So he ran, yelling to Purdy as he pounced out of the window, "Watch Koral for me! Keep her safe!"
Yet Koral, oblivious to what all this talk meant, continued giggling; pawing Purdy's long, matted tail as if it where a piece of prey.
Purdy stared down at the feline, tears coming to his eyes. He knew that the chances of Poppy and the kits being alive were slim...for bikes are much more silent then cars...but what if they were alive? What if everything was going to be okay? He could check. But he couldn't risk it.
Then, an idea came to mind. Moons ago he helped some felines in the forest. And, in his eyes, they still owed him a debt.
So without further thinking, he picked Koral up by the scruff, and abandoned the attic; searching for the stale scent of Clan cats.

His joints hurt. And as days passed, he slowly made his way into the forest.
But...it came to a stop.
As he dropped Koral on her bum along side a paved pathway, he shuddered.
"Mommy?" Koral innocently murmured as he picked up her mother's stale scent. "Daddy?" She mewed again.
Purdy, covering Koral's eyes from the horrible scene, let out a whimper.
There, laying side by side, was Poppy and Thor- covered in dry scarlet blood. The kittens were demolished beyond recognition. A tail here...and ear there...even a dismembered leg that must've been from Flora.
It looked as if Purdy's son tried to save his mate from her destined fate, but died in doing so.

As Purdy was terrified with the scene, he could no longer move, let alone lead little Koral to ThunderClan territory.
So, alone, the matted maine coon let tears fall to the ground as he abandoned his last known kin in the wilderness; next to the scene of her mother's, father's, and sibling's death's.
And as a hunting patrol of ThunderClan's cats was sent out to check on the recent crash scene to see if it was any of there own felines, they found poor little Koral; huddled between Poppy's and Thor's corpses- crying, and begging them to awaken from their slumber.

”They accepted me like one of their own.” || Apprentice [ 6-Current age ]

--- || Teen Warrior [ xxx] || ---

--- || Adult Warrior [xxx] || ---

--- || Aging Warrior [xxx] || ---

--- || Elder [xxx] || ---


[ Relationships ]


:bulletorange: || Mentor
:bulletpurple: || Family
--- || Dead

:bulletwhite: || Unsure - Acquaintance
:bulletblue: || Friend
:bulletgreen: || Best Friend
:bulletyellow: || Crush - Attraction
:bulletpink: || Love
:bulletred: || Discomfort - Fear

[ ThunderClan ]

[ RiverClan ]

[ WindClan ]

[ ShadowClan ]

[ SkyClan ]

[ Rogues || Kittypets || Loners ]

:bulletpurple: || Purdy || Kittypet - Loner
You...I, I barley remember you...all I remember is that you left me on the road...on the road with my deceased family. How...how could you do that? I was barely even 6 moons old and, and you left me! Left me...a-all alone...I needed someone. I needed a home, shelter, family...sure, I was a late bloomer. Sure, I was a runt. But the second you see your dead son, you just leave me for dead as if you were to forget that I, I am the daughter of your son! Your kin! Y...your...last kin...I'll never forgive you, Purdy. I...I just can't...


[ Other Stuff ]


[Likes]
-The meadow
-White daisies
-Kittens
-Love stories
-Stories
-Playing
-Listening
-Helping
-Rocks

[Dislikes]
-Thunder paths
-Her shadow
-Her fears
-Twolegs
-Night time
-Fire
-Water
-Bugs

[ Artwork ]

5/6 pictures to being a ThunderClan warrior



[ Family Ties ]


Father || Thor - Tigerstar [Affair] || Deceased
Mother || Poppy || Deceased
Siblings || [Female] Heather, Flora, [Male] Robin || Deceased

Aunt || Sasha || Unknown
Uncle || Tigerstar || Deceased
Cousins || Mothwing, Hawkfrost || Deceased

Grandpa || Purdy || Uknown
Grandma || --- || ---

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Name(s): Fadedkit || Fadedpaw || Smiles [Miles] || Fadedsmile
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Russian Blue X American short hair
Clan: ShadowClan || Loner
Rank: Loner

Appearance: Not the biggest tom out there, but trust me, he makes up for it with his psychotic mind. Thin and nimble, he has no problem jumping from certain heights let alone tree branches. Often recognized for his piercing amber eyes, many find it unusual that he has a blue striped pelt as well. For often times, you only see amber eyes and blue pelts in pure bred Russian Blues. The most distinct feature on this tom, is the 3 scars marking either side of his face. When he flashes you his trade mark smile, the scars are always visible, althought Miles tries his best to hide them. He hates them.
His coat has a soft, yet dry texture and his white whiskers are always showing. Though he may look brave and courageous, it's just his appearance. Lastly, he has a long flowing tail; always long furred compared to the rest of his body. His ears are slightly small and a nick in the right ear is always seen.

[ Personality ]


"Don't test my temper, kid." || Short tempered ||

"I've grown to learn, that in time, you alone are the only person who matters." || Independent ||

"I'm crazy. Not insane. There's a difference." || Blunt - Crazy ||

"Me? Think? Never. Sweetie, I don't think. I do." || Unstable ||

"Why, hello there beautiful. Come here often? || Flirt ||

"There's a lot more to someone then meets the eye." || Secretly hurt ||

"HA! They must call you Scarface, huh sweetie?" || Ill humored ||

"Kill you?! He..hehe...that makes me giggle. Of course I'm not going to kill you. If I do, your pesky clan-mates will hunt me down and attack me." || Intelligent ||


[ History ]


”I was born into the devilish Clan of ShadowClan.” || Kitten [1-6 moons ] ||

”As time progressed, I became a powerful apprentice; showing much potential for perhaps becoming a deputy someday.” || Apprentice [ 6-14 moons ] ||

"Yet...these...these scars that mark the edges of my mouth. I haven't always had them."|| Teen Warrior [ 14 moons - 20 moons ] ||

"The second I was exiled, I started calling myself Smiles. Miles, for short." || Adult Warrior [ 20 moons - Current Age ] ||

--- || Aging Warrior [xxx] || ---

--- || Elder [xxx] || ---


[ Relationships ]


:bulletorange: || Mentor
:bulletpurple: || Family
--- || Dead

:bulletwhite: || Unsure - Acquaintance
:bulletblue: || Friend
:bulletgreen: || Best Friend
:bulletyellow: || Crush - Attraction
:bulletpink: || Love
:bulletred: || Discomfort - Fear

[ ThunderClan ]

[ RiverClan ]

[ WindClan ]

[ ShadowClan ]

[ SkyClan ]

[ Rogues || Kittypets || Loners ]



[ Other Stuff ]


[Likes]
-Blood
-Battles
-Humor
-Winter
-Dark alleys
-Food
-Training

[Dislikes]
-ShadowClan
-Loved ones
-Families
-Scars
-Crying
-Defeat

[ Artwork ]

[He will be re-joining ShadowClan later on to get his warrior name and reclaim his rank ]

[ Family Ties ]


Father || Atticus || Deceased
Mother || Kate || Deceased
Siblings || Natanya, Charlemagne, Pippin || Deceased

Aunt || --- || Unknown
Uncle || --- || Unknown
Cousins || --- || Unknown

Grandpa || --- || Unknown
Grandma || --- || Unknown

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:iconthe-blue-tides: :new: Woo! I got accepted! I simply changed her eye color and thats it <3
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Name(s): Sparkkit | Sparkpaw | Sparkchaser
Age:10 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Chausie 25% | American Curl 50 % | Forest cat 25%
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: Sandy colored fur, slender she-cat with sharp pinkish-orange eyes. Unusually soft and silky fur and a few 'bangs' that cover one of her eyes. Curled ears, and long legs: perfect for running.

[ Personality ]



Passionate || Anything she argues about, when she tries to prove her point or even telling a story, there will be passion in her voice and body language. Her eyes begin to twinkle and she stands straighter; One paw behind the other, tail high in the air, chin raised with pride: the usual sign of a beginning of a strange tale out of the depths of this she-cat's imagination. Sparkpaw is also an unusually good Story Teller, as she spends lots of time day-dreaming.

Flirty || Flirting ( as well as Story-telling ) is one of the only things that come naturally to this kitty. She will flirt to do anything, or to get anything, with anyone, anywhere. Both of her parents always scold her and tell her that she's too young, so Sparkpaw makes sure to not have any of her relatives in sight. The only moment when she'll keep her gob shut is if she has a crush on a tom, thus not daring to flirt with him.

Feminine || Sparkpaw cares a lot about her looks: the state of her bangs, if her coat is shiny enough, that she has no circles under her eyes for lack of sleep. If she has a bad hair day, she'll be grumpy for most likely the rest of the day. She hates getting embarrassed, and loves creating random couples with her friends. Sparkpaw's body language speaks louder then her mouth too! ( example: a paw raised in the air, a shoulder higher then the other and half closed eyes: meaning she's a flirtatious mood. )

Sophisticated || Being sophisticated and well taught, this little she-cat will never be rude, pick fights or anything of that sort. She always remembers her manners and be the politest ' little thing ' .

Brave || Sparkpaw loves taking risks, trying new things, and going to new places. She's almost afraid of nothing, even though her secret fear are butterflies.


[ History ]


Before Birth

Her much too young parents fell in love as apprentices. They stuck together through thick and thin, often having arguments but cuddling after. And the second night after they were made warriors, they sneaked away. Being their young and naive selves they hadn't exactly understood that 'mating' results in kits. And thus, at 18 moons Sandyheart was expecting a litter of kits. The clan was confused, how could she be pregnant at such a young age? Who was the father? The latter was asked because the young she-cat didn't want to reveal it to her mate, she was too scared. And she was planning on telling him when her Best friend became a little too dominant. Obviously she slashed him across the face and ran away to camp as quickly as she could. There a surprise was waiting for her: Curlear had seen her and the other tom padding off together and he had planted the idea into his head that the best friend was the father of the kits.

Kithood

Sparkkit was their only kit. A little blessing, she was born with her fathers looks, and her mothers eyes and build. She stayed in the nursery with her mother, trying to cheer up the older she-cat's gloomy face. Every time Sparkkit asked who her father was, she was always told nothing but a sigh. Deep down she was utterly confused, but she hid it behind her playful self. Strangely, the day she was made an apprentice Curlear padded up to her and rested his chin on her fore head. Surprised she ran to tell her mother.


Apprenticeship

As soon as she had made the announcement to Sandyheart, the 24 moon old she-cat ran outside and jumped at Curlear. They had gone tumbling down to the ground in a flurry of fur and purrs. Sparkpaw hadn't heard what they had said to each other, but she was very very happy to have found her mystery father. In the following moons, her parents cuddled and flirted a lot to make up for all the time they had lost. That is were her Flirtatious character trait came from, though all the rest she was born with. After the happy moons though tragedy struck. Sandyheart had been captured by two legs. Obviously Sparkpaw's father went in search of her, and she hasn't seen him since. Though she keeps saying to everyone that they'll return

Young Warrior
N/A

Senior Warrior
N/A

Elder
N/A

[ Relationships ]




:bulletpurple: | Mentor
:bulletpink: | Family
deceased

:bulletwhite:| Unsure - Acquaintance
:bulletgreen:| Friend
:bulletblue: | Best Friend
:bulletyellow: | Crush - Attraction
:bulletred: | Love
:bulletblack: | Discomfort - Fear

[ ThunderClan ]

[ RiverClan ]

[ WindClan ]

[ ShadowClan ]

[ SkyClan ]

[ Rogues / Kittypets / Loners ]

[ Family ]



Mother - Sandyheart [ unknown ]
Father - Curlear [ deceased ]

Grandmothers - Heathertail [ deceased ] ( Windclan ) Leafpool [ deceased ] (Thunderclan )
Grandfathers - Softears [ unknown ] ( Windclan ) Crowfeather [ deceased ] ( Windclan )

Great Grandmothers - Sandstorm [ deceased ] (Thunderclan ) Ashfoot [ deceased ] ( Windclan )
Great Grandfathers - Firestar [ deceased ] (Thunderclan )

Aunts - Hollyleaf [ deceased ] ( Thunderclan )
Uncles - Jayfeather [ deceased ] ( Thunderclan ) Lionblaze [ deceased ] ( Thunderclan )

Cousins - Skunkpaw [ living ] ( Thunderclan )

Mate - none
Kits - none



[ Other ]



[Likes]
-Open spaces
-Flowers
-Toms
-Snow
-Rain
-Songs
-Stories
-Mountains
-Honesty
-Woodland


[Dislikes]
-lies
-anything two-leg
-darkness
-butterflies ( shes afraid of them )
-Water
-Hot weather
-Birds

Fun-facts:
Does not have claws on her left paw
She is left-'handed'
She has a 'British' accent
She's a descendant of Wind, since her great grandmother is Ashfoot
She has Thunderclan blood
Resembles her Grandmothers Leafpool and Heathertail , as well as her great grandmother Sandstorm
She has kitty pet blood because her great grandfather ( Firestar ) was a kitty-pet


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Yup I tweaked her design ;w; And she's an apprentice now asfhkjshbkj I'm so proud. she's definitely her father's daughter omfg

GENERAL


| Name | Eveningpaw
| Past Names | Eveningkit | Eveningpaw |</s> Evening???</s>
| Nickname | QueenBee
| Rank | Apprentice
| Past Ranks | Kit | Apprentice | [...]
Clan | Willowclan

APPEARANCE


| Breed | Maine coon 25% | Somali 25% | Unknown 50%
| Gender | Female
| Age | 6-11 moons old
| Body Type | Eveningpaw has long limbs and a body which is well taken care off. She inherited her mother's lean figure and her father's size and build. She's taller then most apprentices and shows promise of growing up to be almost as big as her father. She's trains almost everyday, running and trying to create new battle techniques.

ABOUT HER


| Personality |
►Snarky- Eveningpaw has a sharp tongue and will not censor her thoughts. She may also be called arrogant, hot tempered. She's never wrong and will continue to argue until her opponent admits their defeat.
►Flirt: This trait probably runs in the family and this apprentice hasn't failed to attain it. She will flirt with anyone, anywhere and whenever she likes. She may not he the best looking she-cat around, but Eveningpaw doesn't let that stop her!
►Gullible: This little apprentice will believe almost everything she's told. She's bent on keeping her friends and making new ones, and says the key is to trust them. Right.
►Sarcastic: Fifty percent of her vocabulary consists of sarcasm. A scowl on her face and with a roll of her eyes, Eveningkit shall say what she has to say. Which is something sarcastic. Another trait that runs in the family, it seems.
►Optimistic- Eveningpaw will look on the bright side and search for a rainbow in the sky in the most dark of situations, and tries to cheer everyone up. Oh no! A berry bush fell! No matter, we'll find another one. Oh no! The camp got destroyed by a tornado! No matter, it'll be fun rebuilding it.
►Born Leader- She's brave and a born leader. She can appear to be patient in the strangest of situations. She strives to be just like Emberstar, and wants to meet her as soon as possible.

| Backstory | Born to two respected warriors of Willowclan into a litter of five, Eveningkit always tended to her siblings and tried to make them smile with her bubbly personality and kind smile, and she was always very protective of them feeling a strong bond attaching her to her family. When she was five moons old, she caught her brother sneaking out of camp and they both ran into a dog. Her father arrived as soon as he caught their scent, but Pridekit had had his eye strongly damaged and lost it. Eveningpaw still blamed herself for the incident and after that her humor developed a darker side.
When the floods came when Eveningkit was nearing her apprentice ceremony, and luckily she survived. She can be found to be quiet now, except when it comes down to certain situations...(Will add more later)

FAMILY


►Mother: Autumnbreeze
►Father: Freezingjaw
►Siblings: Delicatekit; Otterkit; Shadowkit; Pridekit

►Mate: N/A
►Kits: N/A

| Other |
-She has/had ADHD.
-Loves hunting more then anything in the world.
-Spends a lot of her time dreaming about the Perfect Tom.
-Wants to have a crush on someone.
-Is very protective and possessive of her family and close friends.
-Has insomania.

| Relationships |
:bulletwhite: Neutral
:bulletpurple: Acquaintance
:bulletblue: Friend
:bulletgreen: Best friend / Good friend
:bulletyellow: Crush
:bulletblack: Respect
:bulletpink: Loathe
:bulletorange: Family
:bulletred: Love
Deceased
:star: Mate

[ Willowclan ]

Autumnbreeze: :bulletorange:/ :bulletred: / :bulletblack:
Autumnbreeze is a wonderful mother! She and dad get along well, but sometiumes i can't tell if they're being sarcastic or serious in their conversations...

Freezingjaw :bulletorange:/ :bulletred: / :bulletblue:
My dad. I'm proud to have him as a father, plus he's a good laugh! And even though we often has arguments about my freedom, I still love him. I guess. Oh starclan! Dad can you pleaaaase allow me to come back to the Apprentices den after dark? I'm not a kit anymore!


[ Iceclan ]

[ Heatherclan ]

[ Tribe of Nobodies ]


| Roleplays |
Note rps- THREE AT A TIME
Skype rps- OPEN
(Group) Comment rps- MAYBE
Chatroom rps- OPEN

| Roleplay example |
( taken from tEC Rain )
Rain balanced on the top of a small building, Ok, i can do this, no big deal. Just a flight and a climb away, the crazy cat will most probably be asleep, that old bat. I can handle this... wooo she thought glancing over the edge of the small, crumbling ruin of a house. here we go she thought, and jumped, spreading out her wings before she hit the cracked concrete. She flapped her wings as hard as she could, trying to make her wing tips touch ever so slightly, just like Ria had taught her. rain could practically hear her foster mother's voice right now.
She flapped her wings a few more time, and reaching a broken window, she stopped to rest for a few seconds. She was still young and not a very experienced flier so it tired her out quickly. She flexed her muscles, and stretched her wings. Before she took off, she looked at the ground below her: she was at least 10 stories high, another 20 to go. And with a leap out of the broken window, she began flapping frantically to the next hole in one of the floors. No such luck.
She quickly unsheathed her curling long claws and leaped at the wall, burying them deep inside the worn out building. There was a long climb ahead of her and she was already tired, though very confident. She opened her wings for balance, and started climbing up the towering skyscraper.
It was already dusk as she climbed onto the roof, her mouth was as dry as sandpaper and her paw pads were bleeding slightly. She collapsed on the building roof, panting. Then a shadow passed over her... The crazy cat! She jumped, though there was no one there. She quickly put some gravel into her sack, and then a dark tabby tom came bounding towards her. "Sorry gotta go!" she yelled, and leaped off of the skyscraper, diving towards the ground, proud of herself, beaming. She was now a true Ben-Hannon cat, and no one could deny it.

| Assignments |
Kit to Apprentice
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