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[lil.bee]

name Silkrot
gender Female
age 63 Moons

rank Medicine Cat
crush Forbidden
mate Forbidden

a p p e a r a n c e

Her long, soft fur hides it well when she lies down, or sometimes even when she's sitting. But hardly anyone can not notice when she walks, though she manages well. Silkrot's back right leg is completely missing; something went wrong in the developmental stage of her mother's pregnancy. Other from this, she is an average sized female with a wide, soft face but a clever green gaze. Silkrot is a dilute tortoiseshell.

h i s t o r y

Her mother was a romantic and her father was a brave and handsome warrior. They only had one kitten after many tries, and their one kitten suffered from a birth defect, but was greatly loved. Of course, this one kitten was Silkrot. Her father died protecting the clan and her mother soon followed him after sinking into a depression she was too delicate to rise out of. But by the time this had happened, Silkrot was already a medicine cat apprentice despite wanting to be a warrior. Her mentor took on the role of father, and he was the closest cat to Silkrot. Unfortunately he passed on twelve moons ago from old age; his name was Beetledawn. Silkrot still longs to fight for the clan like her father, but enjoys her time as medicine cat despite herself, and wishes to do her duties well as to not be a burden.

p e r s o n a l i t y

Silkrot, on the surface, looks to be a she-cat who's aging wisely. The parts of herself she exposes to others is her inquisitive attitude and sharp mind, almost being detective-like when others are having issues. She's intuitive, and sometimes relies more on her emotions than on logic. This does not mean she's foolish, however. Far from it - she is a skilled medicine cat with a wide knowledge of herbs and who is open minded. But yes, at times she can be dreamy, but at others serious. Now that she's growing older, she's more practical, but in her early days she was quite like her romantic mother. The part of herself she does not show to others willingly is her wish to be a warrior, and her regret and almost hatred of her disability. After all, she has a fighting spirit.

name Stonepaw - Stoneroot
gender Tom
age 6½ Moons

rank Apprentice
crush Not Interested
mate Too Young

a p p e a r a n c e

Stonepaw is a slender, young-looking tom with cocky and almost frightening topaz eyes. In some lights, his eyes look brown. He is short-furred, a trait from his birth clan, and has black and white markings. There are hints of pink on his nose and feet and he is average height for a six month old.

h i s t o r y

Stonepaw was born in a clan a moon's worth of travel away. It was unlike the snowy terrain of Flareclan, with having full passing seasons that included a blazing heat. Or so he was told. He was banished before experiencing a full year of varying weather. But the memories of his life there haunt his dreams, though he tries to repress them. Stonepaw was marked little killer, and felt an amount of vengeance and hatred that usually takes one years to accumulate. See, Stonepaw's father was a murderer - killing three of his four sons and then their mother when he tried to kill the last one; Stonepaw. By this point Stonepaw had realized what was happening. When his mother jumped in front of him to protect him, and was killed before his very eyes, he was too young to control himself. He lunged at his father, who was thankfully surprised by his son's hidden ferocity, and Stonepaw successfully caught his dad's jugular. They stared into each others eyes until both eyes were lifeless, though only one was officially dead. His clan refused to hear about the horror going on behind their curtain of perfect, so Stonepaw was banished immediately, and at five moons old was on his own. Luckily, a loner helped him learn how to hunt and care for himself along the way, and pointed him towards a possible home. A moon later Flareclan accepted him into their ranks, thankfully, and he's been an intent apprentice since.

p e r s o n a l i t y

For someone so young he's good at creating a mask, a lie. He presents himself as a confident, polite, kind young tom. He is charming, but underneath the surface there is a flurry of suppressed emotion. In truth, he gets annoyed easily, is pessimistic, and is violent - though only within reason. Stonepaw's created a strong defense system, and has built one of the tallest walls. Though hiding his true thoughts, he really is loyal and brave. He can be bold, and can be a wonderful friend if the cards are right. If you earn his trust, respect and admiration you'll experience one of the most loyal, honest relationships. He will keep the secrets of strangers close to his heart, and the secrets of loved ones even closer. Stonepaw is heavily ashamed of himself and of his family, and right now he is trying his best to forget it ever happened. He also is a talented fighter, but is having trouble picking up some hunting tricks - especially with birds.

[xayah]

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[f e n n e c]

So I guess you came to ask me questions, huh.

;Name;
Glad you asked. My name is Riverpaw. My fur colour shines blue at midnight, and flows in the wind. So that's why I'm Riverpaw.
;Age;
I'm 7 moons. I look extremely older and larger compared to my sister. I could definitely get away with being a warrior.
;Rank;
Sadly I'm still an apprentice. Secretely I wanted to become a medicine cat when I was a kit, but I've been past that phase of my life.
;Personality;
Okay, I am a little stubborn. And maybe a bit free-willed. And a tad bit annoying. But I don't mean to harm anything unless they hurt my little sister, or anyone who is close to me. I'm not one of those cats who think they are amazing and they want to be leader someday. I never want to be leader. Ever. I always think of leaders as lonely cats that have the power to tell us what to do. It's a big No-no for me. Besides, who would want to give up their Warrior duties to being a leader who has all sorts of things on their mind.
;History;
It started like this;

'Yeah whatever, I'm not staying with you anymore!' I heard my mother's sobbing voice. 'Wai-' My desperate father called back 'You've done enough already. Goodbye Jake.' She said, She picked my sister up and waved her tail for me to follow. 'No' I said firmly. 'He is my father. I'm not going with you' My mother turned, her eyes glazed with anger. 'You want to be killed?!' She said There was a long silence. 'You know what? Fine. Be a traitor. Just remember how I was the one who always stood up for you. And that was the last time I saw my mothers eyes before I ran to my dad. Why did mother always have to be so accusing?! 'Thank you, River.' I heard my father's voice say. I padded beside him into the distance before I said my silent goodbye's to Blaze.

'NO' I yelled at the red body lying before me. Blaze's body was outlined with a red liquid. No doubt it was blood. 'She's still breathing' My dad said. 'What can we do?' I replied. 'There's not much we can do' I looked at my father with that stare. 'No. Not the clans' He said. 'You're telling me you want her to DIE?' I shot back at him with a glare. 'Fine, I'm not losing both of you though. So I'm coming with you.

;Kin;
My sister, Blazepaw who is still here today. Blazepaw said mother died, And my dad died in a recent battle.
;Crush;
Uhh.... no.
;Mate;
I don't think so.
Other:
Riverpaw -> Riverlily



;Name;
Um... My name is Blaze..paw.
;Age;
Well, I'm the same...age as my sister River....paw.
;Rank;
Apprentice...
;Personality;
I'm really... shy towards strangers and....cats I don't really know. I'm not exactly the.... 'fightng type'. Apparently I'm.... light on my paws... So that makes me a good hunter. I like helping out... in the medicine cat den I mean. I don't really like... talking that much.
;History;
I don't really... want to talk about it right now. Most of my history is the same as my sister's.
;Kin;
River.....paw. She is the only kin I have.
;Crush;
Well I have my eye... on someone....
;Mate;
no....
;Other;
Blazepaw -> Blazeheart

cяσωƨσиɢ

name;;
the name is crowsong. don't ask questions, it's none of your business

age;;
sure, like i'm going to to tell you my age...pfffft. fine. i'm 29 moons. whatever

personality;;
crowflight can be quite harsh and sometimes a bit secretive. he never opens up to anyone and never wants to be involved with too much, he just watches in the shadows, observing your every move. although he doesn't seem like it, he can be quite gentle and soft and sometimes even caring. you may think you can tell him anything and he doesn't care, but really, he's just holding his depression in.

rank;;
i'm just a warrior, no big deal or anything.

history;;
well, when i was a kit, my dad died trying to protect me and my sister from the badger attack. my mother died too, protecting my sister. she told me to stay out of trouble and stay inside the den. so i did. i just watched them fighting to their deaths. even my sister helped. when my mother killed the last badger, she collapsed in a heap, leaving my sister to stare at my unharmed body. i could've helped. i could've done something at least. but no. i was frozen, not being able to do anything. my sister still hasn't forgiven me. she left the clan after the battle and i've never seen her since.

crush;;
why are you asking me these questions?!

mate;;
.....

kin;;
ash, my sister. i have no idea where she is.

[_caramel]

:: keen :: agile :: courageous ::

name:: hey there, my name is dustpaw. i was named after my dusty tabby pelt.



gender:: use those eyes of yours, i'm clearly a tom



rank:: if you must now, i am currently an apprentice



age:: as of know, i am eight moons old

appearance:: well, as you can see, my pelt is a gray tinged brown. it is then streaked with black tabby stripes as well as some small white patches, such as on my chin and underbelly. my fur is rather short, and i like it that way, i think that if i had long fur it would only drag me down. i have fairly average sized ears, and i can hear pretty well, and my whiskers are very long. my tail too is very long, giving me a fantastic sense of balance that really helps in hunting, battle, and climbing. my eyes are a light yellow with a twinge of green, as well as a pawfull of brown speckles.

personality:: being young, dustpaw is extremely energetic. he loves to run as fast as he can and feel the wind in his whiskers. he is also very adventurous and would never back away from a challenge. dustpaw can also be stubborn, and he doesn't like to lose in anything. he also happens to be a very strong fighter, and has come far in his training. he is a reasonably skilled hunter, but sometimes he lets his mind slip away, along with the prey. dustpaw also manages to be kind and understanding, when he needs be.

past:: both of dustpaw's parents were honorable warriors, who were true to their clan, and the warrior code. his father died six moons ago in a battle against a fox. and his mother passed only three moons after from a terrible green cough infection. although dustpaw mourns the loss of his parents, dewpetal, and ashtooth, he knows that they are safe, hunting in starclan.

future:: dustpaw is a fairly ambitious young tom, but in a healthy way. he is driven to protect his clan, and pushes himself each day. as many cats do, he dreams of one day leading his clan, but for now, he's okay striving to become the best warrior the clan has ever seen.

[unquietowl]

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ℓєт мє єχρℓαιη тσ уσυ

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▲ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ▲
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ; Spiritmouth/Hazelbreath
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ; She-cat
ᴀɢᴇ ; 29 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ ; Warrior
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ; None
ᴄʀᴜsʜ ; None
ᴋɪɴ ; Larkpaw - Brother, Frozeneye - Mother, Rabbitheart - Father

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тнє ℓιƒє тнαт ωαѕ вєƒσяє ωє ¢αмє αℓσηg

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▲ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ▲
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ; A rather large cat, the snow goes an inch and a half below her shoulders, though being large she is very light weight. She has the eyes of her mother, Frozeneye, and the coat of her father, Rabbitheart. Her long fur keeps her warm in the cold, though with the harsh cold Leaf-bare, it seems like no one gets much warmth from their coats. Her fur color seems to help her blend in with the dead brush and dabree of old trees, dead leaves, etc.
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ; A very kind female, she would seem to have more of the Queen rank for such kindness. Though, in all honesty, she may have seen more than many of the queens that she has known. Her voice is quiet, though she seems to be very straight forward. She won't beat around the bush, and her voice gets louder with the more seriousness that comes to the topic that is given to her. Her anger... Is, well, rather scary. She rarely gets angry, but when she does It's quiet. No one hears from her in several days. Weeks ever.
She's a very loyal she-cat though, if she's told to lead she will lead. If she's told to follow she will follow. She will never let her guard down, not even for a moment. She can and will protect her clan mates.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ; Many know about her past, that she had came from a different clan which had seemed to be torn apart by a pack of wolves and eaten alive, the leftovers went to the foxes and bobcats. She would've been one of those if it weren't for Starclan above, she had been hurt severely by one of the wolves, knocked unconscious. She swore she saw the lands of the past, the cats from long long ago. She could just smell them, though it seemed like the cats above said that it wasn't her time, that her brother needed her. That's when she opened her eyes, seeing the horrid wolves hurting her clan mates. She struggled to get up, though able to after a few seconds of pain and agony. With the help of her brother the two had gotten away. She and her brother were the last two, other than the ones whom had seemingly ran away. For several moons Hazelbreath and her brother wandered through the cold days and nights, they made refuge in a large dead log. Hazelbreath had been able to teach Larkpaw how to hunt for small game like mice, and when she could, rabbit.
They both were found by a warrior patrol while they were scanning the territory lines, both cats seemed to be only a little bit under the hungry mark. They smelt of their last clan, though recently rouge. The cats brought them back to the clan with caution to hear the news about the other clans, that's when the leader of the clan accepted them into the clan. They became a warrior and apprentice afterwards, hoping to rebuild their life. Hazelbreath was renamed and known as Spiritmouth from her new experience back at the old clan territory, and gained her reputation of a higher ranked warriors. Larkpaw still trains to his max until he can help his sister in hunting trips and defending the territory from predators.



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ι'ℓℓ ηєνєя ℓινє тσ вє

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▲ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ▲
ɴᴀᴍᴇ ; Larkpaw
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ; Tom
ᴀɢᴇ ; 17 Moons
ʀᴀɴᴋ ; Apprentice
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ ; None
ᴄʀᴜsʜ ; None
ᴋɪɴ ; Spiritmouth - Sister, Frozeneye - Mother, Rabbitheart - Father

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αѕ gяєαт αѕ му ƒαтнєя єνєя ωαѕ

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▲ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ▲
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ; Smaller than his sister, Spiritmouth, Larkpaw is about have an inch lower than the snow. He has a striking resemblance of his father, other than the stronger look in the tabby markings. His mother had the tabby markings. Larkpaw has the same weight consistency as his sister He's very light on his feet, swift as a rabbit and his leap as if it was a Lark's flight. He can climb trees Easily and leap from branch to branch. (Though his mother would never let him, nor his father; his sister aswell.)
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ; Though he's very intimidated at first, Larkpaw is a very calm male. That was actually a lie, he's very... Flammable. He doesn't know when to stop, let alone when to not open his mouth. He's very caring though, he takes after his father when it comes to that. A gentle heart at mind, but a swift mind when in trouble. He would make sure that even if he was angry at a cat, that they were safe. He worries constantly about hurting a kit when he's angry, because he knows that he can't control himself. He won't deny it either. This has gotten him in trouble many times in the past.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ; Larkpaw, along with his sister were the last of his old clan. He had only been training for about two weeks now. That's when the wolves had hit them, though him and his sister had gotten away he hoped and prayed to the spirits above that their mother and father were safe up in Starclan now. He's weak, though he's as swift as a rabbit and his leap was as the flight of a lark. His sister, which had been a warrior for quite a while then, had taught him how to hunt the small prey that they used to eat all the time. How to defend for himself, how to hide when needed. He sometimes would get jealous and a bit angry at his sister for knowing so much, they would fight. Sometimes Hazelbreath would go off for a night by herself because she got so angry. Though she'd always come back, she wouldn't dare leave Larkpaw for so long.
They both were found by a warrior patrol while they were scanning the territory lines, both cats seemed to be only a little bit under the hungry mark. They smelt of their last clan, though recently rouge. The cats brought them back to the clan with caution to hear the news about the other clans, that's when the leader of the clan accepted them into the clan. They became a warrior and apprentice afterwards, hoping to rebuild their life. Hazelbreath was renamed and known as Spiritmouth from her new experience back at the old clan territory, and gained her reputation of a higher ranked warriors. Larkpaw still trains to his max until he can help his sister in hunting trips and defending the territory from predators.

((It came to my mind that since Flareclan doesn't call Starclan by it's name, but Nightclan, that Spiritmouth will still be calling them Starclan due to her past encounter with them, but Larkpaw is very open to it and doesn't mind one bit calling Starclan Nightclan.))

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[dwarf]

ᴡʜᴀᴛs ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪs ɢᴏɴᴇ

ᴡʜᴀᴛs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪs ғᴏɴᴅ

ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ

ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴇᴀsʏ

ver·ti·go noun \ˈvər-ti-ˌgō\ a. a sensation of motion in which the individual or the individual's surroundings seem to whirl dizzily
b. a dizzy confused state of mind

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name;; this is vertigofur. she got her name from the spinning as a kit,
as she bumped into everything and happened to get herself quite
dizzy.

age;; vertigo is the youthful age of twenty four moons

gender;; well, clearly vertigofur is a female inside and out

rank;; deputy. she is glad in her rank and wouldn't
change it for the world

crush;; none. vertigofur just doesn't have the time for love

mate;; none either

kits;; certainly not, she wouldn't appreciate them anyway.

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vertigofur is tough. she's has a short temper, and obviously doesn't have time to chat
with her clanmates. she says she was made for duties, and will only complete them.
You see, being the hard-shelled vertigofur,you have to crack her. you have to find
the real her deep deep down. and when you do, things will get dramatic. she has the
dark secrets, the crushes, the mysteries. everything. even gossip. but she is a sweet
heart if you get to know her, and she will respect you more, the more respect you
give. or of course, if you stand out in the crowd.