ωнιтєѕтαяName:: Whitekit - Whitepaw - Whiteflake - Whitestar
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Fifty moons
Rank:: Leader
Living Kin:: All have passed on.
Deceased Kin:: Lilynose {Mother}, Mottleface {Father},
Browntail {Brother}, Littlefoot {Brother},
Needlefur {Sister}
Love Interest: Nettlecloud
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: "I never got a chance,
to have kits with my beloved,
My heart is forever hers, so
I will never have kits.."
Pelt:: Short-haired, Black with One White
Paw, White Spot on Chest, and
a White Mark on Nose
Eye Color:: Pale Green
Build:: Thin, Lanky, Agile
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Strategy, Fighting, Hunting,
Retaining Information, Speed, Clever
Weaknesses:: Overprotective, Overly Organized,
Persistant, Cautious, Over-Thinker
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Whitestar is a relatively calm tom, as he is very hard to anger or irritate. Being very trusting in his clan, he tends to trust and have faith in them a little to often, though is a lot more strict when it comes to the younger cats. Apprentices and kits are very limited as he thinks they need at least twice the protection and need to have ten times the caution they do. He isn't a curious cat and will avoid new things or anything potentially dangerous if there are others around. Secretly he will investigate on his own, or leave camp to make sure everything is alright. Whitestar is a rather reserved tom, not speaking much about his past nor about his love interest. He keeps his love interests well hidden and does not act upon his instincts when he is attracted to a she-cat. He can be rather daring and bold, but holds his authority well. With his level-head, he carries his clan well and guides them without any regrets or hesitation. He is rather social with his clan though, as he likes to keep tabs on all cats and be sure everyone is doing all right. This leads him to be a little over protective and sometimes strict. Whitestar was a deputy during the war and protected as many cats as he could, though was unable to protect his leader when the siege continued. Once he received his lives from Starclan, he was the one to ban Pineclan's scorched territory. Little to anyone's knowledge he only has one life left, as he has lost many of them to infection in the wounds that resulted in the war, illness due to the loss of prey after the fire, and several sacrifical instances where he saved a life at the risk of one of his own. As he grows with age, he has become slower and not as agile as he once was. With sadness, he sees the near end of his position as leader.
ѕωıʄɬ℘åωName:: Swiftkit - Swiftpaw - Swiftstrike
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Twelve moons
Rank:: Apprentice
Living Kin:: All have passed on.
Deceased Kin:: Gentleflower {Mother}, Quickstep {Father},
Hollypaw {Sister}
Love Interest: "I have started to notice this
strange feeling around Firepaw,
but I don't want to look too much into that...
I can't let myself get hurt again...
Loved by:: No one currently (To Be Firepaw)
Offspring:: "I am not particular about
looking for a mate...but I do
favor the thought of teaching
my own kits how to live as a clan cat...
Pelt:: Short-haired, Black with White
Eye Color:: Leaf Green
Build:: Burly, Muscular, Well Built
Size:: Large
Strengths:: Strategy, Fighting, Hunting, Quick Thinking,
Retaining Information
Weaknesses:: Swimming, Communication,
Getting along with others, Constantly sarcastic, Outspoken
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ʂơɱɛ Ɩơơƙ ɬơ ɬɧɛ ʂɬąŗʂ ῳıɬɧ ʝơყ...
Born into ______clan, Swiftpaw and his only littermate Hollypaw, lived a regular kit life. Becoming older and earning their positions as apprentices, Swiftpaw and his sister grew farther and farther apart. Even as a kit, Swiftpaw didn't talk to much of anyone, but often beat up on his sister and parents to practice his skills to become a warrior. He was a determined kit, always wishing to prove himself as the best, learning quickly yet never knowing enough. He grew more and more aggressive with his sister till she would truly fight him off and their parents would have to scorn him. This turned the tom a little distant, as he started to attack the fresh kill, mutilating his breakfast rather than eating to practice. 2 sunrises after becoming an apprentice, Swiftpaw snuck out to explore the territory more than he had been shown, but was followed by his father. That same night, his mother was on a night patrol with Hollypaw and her mentor, scouting the borders for loners and rogues that may be stealing prey. That fateful night, he ran into a fox that attacked, but before he was touched, his father threw himself into the fox. A rare sight, as not oftenly did the fox travel the shore's in search for easy prey, but this was one of those rare occasions. The commotions drew in the night patrol, and they all fought off the fox except the two apprentices, both frozen in fear. His father and mother were killed in the battle, as was the fox. This scarred the tom, as he now constantly scorns himself for not throwing himself into the heat of battle. As he grew older, he became more and more focused on his training and now spends countless hours overnight, training till he passes out.
ცųɬ ɬɧɛყ ąŗɛ ơŋƖყ ŗɛɱıŋɖɛŗʂ....
ᎾᎯᏦℱᎯℒℒName:: Oakkit- Oakpaw - Oakfall
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 35 moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: All have passed on.
Deceased Kin:: Rippleshade {Mother}, Hawknose {Father},
Morningpaw {Sister}, Tornclaw {Brother}
Love Interest: -----
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: {wanted but not yet}
Pelt:: Long-haired, Orange Tabby
Eye Color:: Ocean blue
Build:: Brute, Burly, Well-muscular
Size:: Large
Strengths:: Hunting, Fighting, Following Orders,
Strength, Climbing, Strategy, Remaining Calm
Weaknesses:: Speed, Swimming,
Tree-hunting, Grace
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Being born in the time when the four clans still co-existed, Oakfall was used to the clans having slight hostilities toward each other. His kithood was easy and very quiet, with a protective mother and a strong warrior for a father. His bother, Tornclaw and Morningpaw, were very close and in constant competition with each other. As soon as the were ranked as apprentices, Oakfall took kindly to the fighting and hunting on the ground. His sister, Morningpaw, became extremely talented at tracking and hunting from the trees. Morningpaw was a lot more petite than the brute of a tom that Oakfall was, which drew Oakfall to be more protective of his sister when anyone picked on her. Only a few moons into their apprenticeship, the three siblings were each getting back from training, when Pineclan attacked. A fairly large group ambushed their training group, and caught them group off guard. Only a small portion of the patrol stayed to take on their group, while the rest of the Pineclan cats continued on to attack the camp. Quickly, the fight turned sour as they killed Tornclaw's mentor, sending the small training patrol into a rage. Managing to kill 3 of the other Pineclan cats, the patrol paused to catch their breath, blood having spilled the ground around them. Out of nowhere, a smaller warrior leaped from the trees and attacked Morningpaw and bit deep into her throat before anyone could react. Oakfall became blind with rage, leaping at the small warrior and killed her within moments of his sisters death. Breaking down, Oakfall fell to the ground and defended his sisters lifeless body, while little to his knowledge his mother was killed in her sleep and his father would later be killed by an ambush of Pineclan warriors. Ever since the day he lost most his family and Pineclan was rid of, Oakfall dedicated himself to becoming a more alert and successful fighter to be sure he would never loose someone dear to him ever again. As Brambleclan banded together and slowly grew in size, his brother went on a patrol on the border and was attacked by a fox, and killed by the patrol but due to blood loss, his brother passed that same day.
¢є∂αяѕнα∂єName:: Cedarkit - Cedarpaw - Cedarshade
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: Twenty-Seven moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: All have passed on.
Deceased Kin:: Petalfoot {Mother}, Blackflight {Father}
Leopardpaw {Brother}
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one currently {Open}
Offspring:: "I hope one day!"
Pelt:: Pale Orange, Tan, and Black
Calico with Medium Length Fur
Eye Color:: Yellow Orange
Build:: Muscular yet Petite, Agile
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Hunting, Swimming, Observation,
Silence, Respect, Tolerance
Weaknesses:: Endurance, Fighting, Hurting Others,
Speaking Out, Speaking Her Mind
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Cedarshade is a relatively quiet she-cat whom won't shout out loud, unless to avoid harm or absolutely necessary. She is a lover, rather than a fighter. This shows as she oftenly will talk down a potential fight, rather than jump in with claws extended. Cedarshade is an excellent hunter, as her light paws guide her swiftly across any terrain with little to no sound. Sure footed and clever, she usually knows just how to turn her body or shift her path to catch any prey, though she isn't perfect. Being a lover, she tries to avoid fights, which can lead her to harm. Only when absolutely necessary, will she fight anyone, though they will have to throw the first paw. Even though she is relatively quiet, she isn't one to shy away from conversation and will oftenly start it with any cat whom seems alone, or is off to the side. Not being one to let anyone have a bad day, she will try and cheer them up, but won't make a fool of herself. She tries her best to provide for her clan, yet isn't the best to 'attack a rogue or loner on sight' sort of terms. Around toms is where Cedarshade stumbles, as she has a hard time finding the right words to not sound like an idiot, though does fairly well when she is speaking to the higher ranks.
[[Will Add On To Hers]]
нσℓℓуfяσѕтName:: Hollykit - Hollypaw - Hollyfrost
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: Twenty-Eight moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: All have passed on.
Deceased Kin:: Willownose {Mother}, Clawfoot {Father}
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one currently {Open}
Offspring:: 'Maybe One Day?
Pelt:: Thick, Short Black Fur
Eye Color:: Icy Blue
Build:: Muscular, Fluffy yet Well-Built
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Great Fighter, Good Hunter, Kind,
Gentle, Fun-Loving, Enthusiastic
Weaknesses:: Outspoken, Immature, Playful,
Sassy, Bossy, Overly Organized,
Bird Hunting
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Hollyfrost is a rather outspoken she-cat, happy to talk to just about anyone except in the mornings. She is definitely NOT a morning cat. She is a very dedicated warrior, but enjoys her times to relax and bask in the sun. Apprentices and kits are her favorite to talk to, to tell stories and play games with. It is almost as if she is still a kit at heart but just was placed in a larger body. Though the she-cat can be fairly immature at times, she demands respect when she isn't goofing around, as she gives respect to everyone at all times. She will voice her distaste with anyone who disrespects another cat, especially the higher ranks. It is almost she has two sides, as she is also rather stubborn and bossy at times, liking things to go as planned and not going with the flow. This makes her a little strategic, always creating a plan and a strategy to carry it out, which aided in her battling and hunting on the route of how to approach the prey. This she-cat hates surprises and the unknown, which makes her curious to figure out what she doesn't know. This leads her into a lot of dangerous situations, which isn't a very good influence when or if she ever has an apprentice around with her.
[[Will Add On To Hers]]
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Name:: Stormkit- Stormpaw - Stormwing
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 8 moons
Rank:: Apprentice
Living Kin:: N/A
Love Interest: Honestly? Splashpaw...
Loved by:: That I know of? No one...
Offspring:: Maybe someday but not anytime soon.
Pelt:: Medium-Length, Dark Grey Tabby
with Lighter Stripes of Grey, and a Nearly Black Tail
Eye Color:: Dark Yellow
Build:: Well-Muscular, Strong, Stalky
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Hunting, Defensive Fighting, Reserved/Quiet, Protecting Other,
Loyalty, Caring, Compassionate, Calm, Polite, Encouraging
Good Listener, Obeys Rules and Orders, Honest
Weaknesses:: Fighting Without Reason, Climbing,
Offensive Fighting, Hates to Disobey Orders, Curious, Adventurous, Brave,
Proud, Stubborn, Aims to Impress
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The first day that Stormkit came into the world, the outside world ravaged the trees with whipping winds that sent raindrops down like spears and leaves blew from the trees in whirlwinds. His other two siblings, Molekit and Jaykit meowed loudly, fearing the outside world and the way it howled as the wind whipped past but not he. Stormkit remained calm and simply nestled himself after filling his belly with warm milk from his mother and fell asleep to the sounds of the storm just beyond the entrance. As the days became moons and he grew into a very capable kit, the young grey tom scampered around camp with his siblings, playfully leaping on them in little 'fights' to show off his warrior skills. They had grown to be 3 moons old when his mother put them to rest, only to wake them at moonhigh when everyone was asleep but one warrior that sat vigil to be sure the clan was protected overnight. She woke each kit quietly before informing them that they must leave tonight to make a long journey to their new home. Confused, Stormkit followed after his mother and his siblings before tucking himself in a few brambles when they left camp. Refusing to leave his clan as this was his home, his mother unknowingly left him behind so fend for himself while she left the clan to meet again with her secret lover that was their father. The father he knew was a warrior by the name of Windstrike, but he was not his real father, though he would have moons to discover this. His mother had cheated on his 'father' with a kittypet and had ran away to live with the mysterious tom to never return. Having betrayed the clan and Stormkit, he disowned his mother at the young age of 5 moons when they had finally found her with the kittypet and his siblings in a twoleg place far from the clan on a stroll within the forest. Proud to have stayed in the clan, Stormkit became Stormpaw to prove he didn't need his betraying mother to be the best warrior he could be. When Windstrike passed away, Stormpaw grew more quiet, but all the more intent on learning without having to speak as much. Listening is his greatest virtue, and he often is the tom to go to if you need to vent about anything. Even though his family is gone, he is still very social and quick to make friends with his happy personality and caring demeanor toward most cats in the clan.
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Name:: Pinekit- Pinepaw - Pinefrost
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 9 moons
Rank:: Apprentice
Living Kin:: Kestrelwing {Mother; Rogue}, Jonah {Father; Kittypet}
Love Interest: Willowpaw, Believe it or not.
Loved by:: As of yet, no one.
Offspring:: Most certainly not! Maybe later in life!
Pelt:: Short-haired, Grey pelt with black spots,
Lighter brown underbelly and facial markings
Eye Color:: Green as Grass
Build:: Muscular, Slender, Agile, Lithe
Size:: Average {Long legs}
Strengths:: Agile, Light-footed, Loyalty, Brave,
Courageous, Quick Learner, Talkative, Sneaky, Friendly
Climbing, Honest, Soft Heart
Weaknesses:: Fighting, Getting into trouble unintentionally,
Curiosity, Impatient, Talks to Much, Soft Heart, Swimming
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Since day one, Pinepaw had a really complicated life. His mother was the medicine cat apprentice by the name of Silverpaw even though she was 25 moons old. Though she was loyal to her clan, Pineclan, her clan was already corrupted and planning to raid the rest of the clans when she fell in love with the deputy. She grew pregnant, and attempted to hide it though it didn't seem to matter when her clan decided to raid the other clans, causing her to take off in the other direction away form clan territories. Ironically, she birthed her kits the day the war ended, but the Pineclan deputy and the father of her kits by the name of Cedarfire, tract her down and slaughtered her and her kits. It was not of his choice, but of the leaders orders when he found out and forced Cedarfire to do so, having no idea that this was Cedarfire's mate nor kits. Leaving one alive, Cedarfire snuck the kit away and raced toward Brambleclan borders where the rest of the survivors had congregated to form a new clan. Brambleclan exiled him for his Pineclan heritage and participation in the battle, the lives he had taken, but allowed the kit to stay. It was Pinepaw who lived in memory of where his mother gave birth and was killed, in a crevice within the roots of a pine tree. Pinepaw had a rough life as a kit, despised for his heritage and what his former clan had done to the rest of the clans, having littered the ground with the bodies of the warriors that aimed to protect their clans. After a few moons dragged on and his apprentice ceremony was held, Pinepaw worked hard to earn the skill of a warrior and not a killer, and worked even harder at earning the trust of his clanmates. Growing into a very chatty and upbeat tom over the past 8 moons, Pinepaw has turned from a very quiet and afraid kit to a brave and proud Brambleclan apprentice. Around she-cats, Pinepaw tends to be the flirty type and loves to make them laugh or smile. Hardest part of his life is he isn't exactly the brightest star in the sky, so he obviously isn't very clever but has his forest-smart's or common sense on his side. That being said, he tends to unintentionally get into or cause trouble and frantically tries to fix things only to make it worse. He isn't the most graceful and is rather clumsy, but the tom is quick on his feet and an amazing hunter, using his speed to outrun any prey. With his powerful and long legs, he is an excellent bird-hunter as he effortlessly throws himself into the air and snatches them from their flight, which is easier to him than many other of his denmates. He doesn't care to show off and honestly hates being praised in front of his denmates or even his clanmates due to the fact that he doesn't care to boast or brag, feeling as if he is rubbing it into the face of his clanmates even if he isn't the one saying it. Despite it all, Pinepaw is the most energetic, enthusiastic, encouraging, and upbeat tom that you will see with such a rough past.
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Name:: Blizzardkit - Blizzardpaw - Blizzardstep
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 31 moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: Daisyclaw {Sister}, Frostkit & Cloverkit {Nieces}
Owlkit & Beetlekit {Nephews}
Love Interest: Lightwing
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: {Wanted}
Pelt:: Long-haired, White, Dark Brown Ears,
Brown spots At Outer Edge of Eye
Eye Color:: Sky blue
Build:: Muscular, yet slender
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Caring, Respectful, Hunting,
Climbing, Swimming, Endurance, Speed
Weaknesses:: Trusting Too Much, Fishing,
Tree Hunting, Catching Birds, Strength
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Hiding within the borders of the original Brambleclan, Nemo a kittypet, was heavy with kits and made her home within the bottom of a tree that made a small cave. Giving birth to her kits in the dead of winter, the snow whipping around the tree in spirals. A blizzard had wreaked its havoc for the last 5 days, leaving Nemo weak and hungry as she wasn't the best hunter with how heavy she was, and having been a kittypet she had little to no skills anyways. It had been a couple moons since she had left her twolegs with her mate, though he had vanished the first day of the blizzard when he went out hunting. Shivering and shaking within her small den, Nemo yowled in pain as her belly contracted as a sign of the oncoming kits. Giving birth to her kits, her yowls of pain had drawing in a nearby warrior that had been hunting in the cold weather. Seeing the extreme blood loss from queen, and the two kits nestled at her belly for warmth and a motionless kit near her hind legs. Nemo looked to him with fear in her eyes, begging him to take her kits and provide them safety and life. Knowing she wouldn't last but moments longer, she looked to her kits and named them. Begging for the warrior to keep their names which she gave them, Blizzard and Needle, as she gave them one last lick upon the head before laying her head down. Heaving one last breath, Nemo passed before the warriors eyes. Deciding to give the kits a fighting chance, he pulled the kits out of the small den within the tree and raced them back to camp before they could freeze to death from the cold whipping winds and the snow that blew past. A queen that had just recently birthed her own kits, only one living, had plenty of milk for the two kits. The tom told her the names were Blizzard and Needle, thus she named them Blizzardkit and Needlekit. Sadly, only days later did Needlekit die with a raging fever from an illness that had been laid upon him from improper nutrition during the pregnancy, taking his life. Taking in Blizzardkit as her own as he had no one left, he was raised through the wet season, though he ended up loving the rain when he played with his adoptive littermate. Only a few days later, the familiar warrior by the name of Whiteflake, brought the once thought dead kit to the nursing queen. A sister of Blizzardstep, that would have been lost to the cold if the warrior had not went to bury Nemo's body. The nursing queen named her Daisykit, and together the three kits grew happily together. Growing into a strong apprentice, Blizzardpaw was never told whom his parents were and only knew his mother died giving birth to he and his sister. He trained as hard as any of the other apprentices and was often more loyal then the rest of them. After receiving his warrior name for how his paws never made a sound on the ground or in the trees, Blizzardstep proved his loyalty and place within the clan. He has grown into a very respectful and kind cat, with a very gentle heart. Learning that taking orders without question gets the best response from his elders, the tom respects any orders he is given. He will argue for what he believes in but if his deputy, medicine cat, or leader tell him to do as they say, he will not argue. Unlike his name, Blizzardstep is a rather laid back and calm tom that is very hard to anger. He keeps his cool in any situation and will do his best to make sure everyone is happy by making a compromise. He doesn't take insults or sharp tongues personally, and is very hard to offend, though this can drive some sharp-tongued cats insane.
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Name:: Daisykit- Daisypaw - Daisyclaw
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 31 moons
Rank:: Queen
Living Kin:: Blizzardstep
Love Interest: Ashstripe (Doesn't want to admit) {Adderclaw - Deceased}
Loved by:: Ashstripe {Doesn't Know}
Offspring:: Cloverkit, Beetlekit, Owlkit, & Frostkit
Pelt:: Long-haired, Ragdoll {Snowy White,
Dark Brown Around Eyes, Brown Ears, Brown Tail}
Eye Color:: Sky Blue
Build:: Well-Muscular, Slim/Fit, Fluffy
Size:: Large
Strengths:: Hunting, Protecting Others, Following The Warrior Code,
Offensive Fighting, Speed, Loyal, Caring, Compassionate
Weaknesses:: Strength {Not very strong}, Climbing, Defensive Fighting,
Strict, Over-Protective, Following Orders
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Hiding within the borders of Dawnclan, Nemo a kittypet, was heavy with kits and made her home within the bottom of a tree that made a small cave. Giving birth to her kits in the dead of winter, the snow whipping around the tree in spirals. A blizzard had wreaked its havoc for the last 5 days, leaving Nemo weak and hungry as she wasn't the best hunter with how heavy she was, and having been a kittypet she had little to no skills anyways. It had been a couple moons since she had left her twolegs with her mate, though he had vanished the first day of the blizzard when he went out hunting. Shivering and shaking within her small den, Nemo yowled in pain as her belly contracted as a sign of the oncoming kits. Giving birth to her kits, her yowls of pain had drawing in a nearby warrior that had been hunting in the cold weather. The last kit, having thought to be still born, was just a late breather, and after the warrior left it was whom lay at her mother's rear. Managing to scramble and wriggle her way to her mother's belly as she searched for warmth, the small white kit with a brown head suckled her mother. The night passed and morning came, though the blizzard had gotten worse, so the warrior from the night before went back to the little den to move the mother from there only to find another kit, suckling her mother's dead body. Quickly taking the kit and racing to camp, it was Daisykit whom was the 'dead' kit from the litter. Given the clan name of Daisykit due to her white fur that reminded the queen of summer; she was raised for 2 moons in the nursery alone, before the snow had dwindled and allowed an exit to explore the camp. Reaching that 2 moons with lots of help from the medicine cat, Daisykit played along with her brother, Blizzardkit and became even closer than they were within the nursery. Both mellow and hard to anger, they played frantically, using every bit of energy they had by sunhigh, to where they lounged around the elders den throughout the rest of the day as the sun began to set. They led a rather easy apprentice life, Daisykit and Blizzardkit became Daisypaw and Blizzardpaw, and were just as inseparable as they were as kits. Daisypaw became a fierce fighter when it came to protecting her clanmates, mainly her brother; Daisypaw became Daisyclaw along side her brother Blizzardstep. She fell in love with an older tom by the name of Adderclaw, quickly making her way to his side at every moment she could. They fell madly in love, and she became pregnant with kits, but then the Great War came and Adderclaw was one of the most skilled warriors compared to some of the others. A Pineclan cat headed straight for the nursery to take kits and kill queens, but Adderclaw was there to stop them with a large paw to the head. The Great War had lead to Adderclaw's demise, having been protecting the nursery and his mate with every ounce of his life. Left broken hearted and scared from the casualties and shock from the Great War, Daisyclaw grew restless and more protective by the day. With her kits only a moon or so away, she is going less talkative and lingers in the warmth of the sun when she can. Daisyclaw is a very sensitive she-cat and an amazing listener who will listen to any cats problems for hours on end to be sure that they will be alright after. She is very honest, and won't be afraid of hurting someone's feelings in the process of telling it, but she takes pride in it. She is fiercely loyal to her clan, even though she was not clanborn, and she strives to show that she belongs in the clan. Still broken-hearted and distant from the loss of her mate, she doesn't speak a whole lot, though dreams of having another father for her kits.
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Name:: Beetlekit- Beetlepaw - Beetlewing
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Newborn
Rank:: Kit
Living Kin:: Daisyclaw {Mother}, Cloverkit and Frostkit {Sisters},
Owlkit {Brother}, and Blizzardstep {Uncle}
Love Interest: With time, comes love. {Pm me for love progression}
Loved by:: Daisyclaw loves him dearly,
for romance, not quite yet.
Offspring:: Much to young to have kits!
Pelt:: Long-haired, Dark Brown Ragdoll
{Darker brown face and paws with rich chocolate
brown torso and legs}
Eye Color:: Intense Yellow
Build:: Well-Muscular, Burly, Strong {As he grows}
Size:: Large
Strengths:: Hunting, Agility, Protecting Others, Swimming
Defensive Fighting, Loyalty, Caring, Compassionate,
Good Listener, Obeys Rules and Orders, Honest
Weaknesses:: Fighting Without Reason, Climbing, Offensive Fighting,
Can't Disobey, Cannot Lie, Cautious, Too Careful, Hates the Unknown,
Asks too many questions
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Beetlekit has yet to make a history for himself, though throughout his life, he won't often do anything that will leave an impact for generations. Though, even at birth, Beetlekit was packed with a plentiful personality. Beetlekit is the one cat that will get alone with everyone, as he doesn't act like a kit and isn't rambunctious nor loud. He is the complete opposite of his siblings, Cloverkit and Owlkit, in particular. He prefers the side lines, to observe and watch his siblings play and learn while he learns from what they are doing. A visual learner through and through, Beetlekit learns more from watching it happen and repeating it, than listening to it and being instructed to do it as he learns. Though his name is an insect that is bothersome and annoying, he is very unlike his name. Being that he is more of a listener than a speaker, Beetlekit becomes fascinated in stories and listening to anything that a warrior or elder has to say with complete awe in his eyes. He worships the elders for their hard work and dedication to the clan, having lived so long and protected the clan long enough for he, himself, to live within the clans' ranks now. Beetlekit is compassionate and willing to help any cat without hesitation, within his range of ability and what it entails. He is not a risk-take and will take to the worn path that everyone else has taken long before him, to never even consider the possibility of another path. Overly cautious and definitely not a risk taker, leads Beetlekit to be the mood killer in all the fun and games with his siblings. Beetlekit is a very mellow tom and is very hard to anger, no matter what is said or done to him. He can easily ignore his siblings as they tumble on top of him to ensure that he can still listen to an elder's stories or a warriors talk about anything really. He wouldn't dare miss a word, leading the brown tom to be highly respectful and hardly judgemental what-so-ever.
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Name:: Cloverkit- Cloverpaw - Cloverleaf
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: Newborn
Rank:: Kit
Living Kin:: Daisyclaw {Mother}, Frostkit {Sisters},
Owlkit and Beetlekit {Brothers}, and Blizzardstep {Uncle}
Love Interest: With time, comes love. {Pm me for love progression}
Loved by:: Daisyclaw loves her dearly,
for romance, not quite yet.
Offspring:: Much to young to have kits!
Pelt:: Long-haired, Light Ragdoll
{Nearly Completely White, Faint Grey Patches Around Eyes
and Down Sides of Face, Light Grey Ears, Light Grey Tail}
Eye Color:: Innocent Blue
Build:: Slim & Slender, Agile, Extremely Fluffy,
Secretly Muscular
Size:: Slightly Above Average
Strengths:: Fighting, Nimble, Quick in Battle, Swimming,
Loyalty, Brave, Courageous, Quick Learner, Witty,
Clever, Sneaky, Climbing, Honest
Weaknesses:: Disobeys Orders, Hates Rules, Overly Curious,
Risk-taker, Sarcastic, Arrogant, Hunting, Trouble Maker
Impatient, Brutally Honest
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Cloverkit has yet to make her history, though her history will soon thrive for she will make an impact on herself, others, and leave a memory of herself without a doubt. Everyone will know who she is by the first moon, after she learns to walk. Cloverkit was born with a blazing personality, ready to burst at the seams. As she grows, she will be come more and more curious, less patient, and more troublesome. A nightmare on paws' could easily be her nickname, as at the mere age of 1 moon {4 weeks} when she learns to walk, she will begin her reign of terror. Cloverkit is the walking phrase of 'Curiosity killed the cat' as nothing can stop her from finding out what she wants to know, or getting into what she hasn't been into yet. She will tell the truth on certain occasions, though when it comes to whether or not she caused trouble, she is a magnificent liar. The innocent blue eyes and flawless white pelt is that of an angel, though she is a demon dressed in white. In her kit years, she is rambunctious and loud whenever she does anything, unless of course she is getting into or causing trouble. 'Why are the herbs scattered all over the floor!?' Cloverkit. 'Who put a hole in the camp wall!?' Cloverkit. Why is there thorns in my nest!?' Cloverkit. 'The freshkill is all sticky... almost like there is honey all over everything...' Cloverkit. What in Starclan!? All the nests are in the center of camp!? Definitely Cloverkit. She finds any way to cause trouble, discover new things, and test new limits. She is strong willed and defiant to any sort of authority that seems to want to boss her around except when it comes to battle training. She tends to be fantastic at that and that is the only time she listens... well... most of the time. Want to sneak out of camp, and need someone to go with? Cloverkit. Want to pull a prank on someone? Cloverkit. Need a distraction to get out of camp, or so you can finish something that you were told to do moons ago before anyone notices? Cloverkit is your she-cat. Cloverkit is extremely clever and can figure out any situation almost like it were trying to figure out if a bird had wings or not. Piece of cake, or freshkill, in this case.
Characters that I may or May not use...
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Name:: Snakekit - Snakepaw - Snaketooth
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Twenty Nine Moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: Larkflight {MIA}
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: None as of late
Pelt:: Short Haired, Brown Tabby
with Obvious dark Russet Hue to Fur
Eye Color:: Dark Amber
Build:: Muscular with Powerful Legs
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Fighting, Following the Warrior Code,
Respecting Clanmates, Protective Over the Clan,
Polite, Clever, Quick-Witted
Weaknesses:: Extremely Hostile Toward
Non-Clan Members, Holds Grudges, Stern,
Stubborn, Sharp Tongued
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Snaketooth was born into Willowclan, from the original four clans that were before Great War. When he was born, the borders between Pineclan and Willowclan were heavily patrolled and under constant surveillance by at least 3 warriors. Snaketooth was born to a little of three kits, all of which were toms. Luckily, he was the largest of the litter and was obviously the strongest. He grew with his brothers steadily, though the clan was always on edge, they played and insisted on learning about the lands outside the camp. The three kits were never told what was going on between Pineclan and the other clans, but they began to notice how edgy each cat acted and how no one rested soundly. The longer time went on, the more protective and worried their mother, Leafpelt, seemed to get. The three kits grew to apprentices, filling their roles easily, being the kits of two of the most skilled warriors in Willowclan. Nothing was easy though, as there was always an accompanying warrior other than their mentor with them, so patrols were larger than they usually were to ensure the safety of the apprentices from any attacks from the Pineclan cats. Snaketooth, being as stubborn and persistent as he is, would not take nothing as an answer when he asked why everyone always had their tails fluffed. Finally, Snaketooth got to the point where he eavesdropped on the conversation between some warriors while eating before training, and learned of the attacks that had grown more frequent from Pineclan cats. At the mere age of 8 moons, his mother and father had another litter of kits, this litter only being 2 kits. To his delight, the family was blessed with a she-cat by the name of Larkkit, named after the larks that were singing that day. That same day, the larks grew more noisy, alerting patrols to seek out the reason for their vocalizations. A Pineclan patrol was spotted hunting inside the Willowclan borders, stealing prey and frightening the birds. Extremely angered, as the days went on, Snaketooth grew more and more spiteful toward Pineclan till the mere mention made his blood boil. He was named Snaketooth for his splendid fighting skills and superior strength, which was a given from his parents bloodlines. At the age of 20 moons, the great war began, and Larkkit was now Larkpaw. Pineclan patrols swarmed over the borders, which were attacked by vigilant Willowclan warriors. Having been out on a patrol with his apprentice, Nettlepaw, Snaketooth has scented the Pineclan cats before they had gotten halfway to the camp. Insisting that Nettlepaw alert the camp, he went on with another warrior to ward of the attackers. He fought bravely, killing many Pineclan warriors and scaring others off in the other direction. Little did he know that some Pineclan warriors made it to camp and butchered his littermates, his parents, and his younger brother, not to mention many other warriors and apprentices within the camp. Heading toward camp, covered in blood and leaving a trail of red behind him, Snaketooth stumbled upon the battered body of his younger sister, Larkpaw, and her mentor, who had been ambushed by the Pineclan cats. Enraged but light headed from loss of blood, Snaketooth took to Larkpaw's side and defended her till she woke. Overnight, she woke and they headed to camp to find a blood bath. No Pineclan cat was left alive, yet... only a few Willowclan cats were still alive. A few battered apprentices, a handful of warriors, and the medicine cat scrambling to help patch the wounds, though bleeding from many wounds herself. It was scaring for the two siblings, to have lost just about everything they knew, but now the two are linked at the hip and very protective of each other. Snaketooth has become very spiteful toward anyone who isn't within his clan, and will be hostile without reason. Though he may seem aggressive and hateful, he can be extremely kind and polite toward his clanmates as he has extreme respect for his clan. He is hard to befriend, but once you get past his hard exterior, he is warm and kind with a sarcastic tongue.
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Name:: Icekit - Icepaw - Icewhisker
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Eleven Moons
Rank:: Apprentice
Living Kin:: All have walked the path to Starclan..
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: {Cinderpaw?}
Offspring:: Maybe someday
Pelt:: Medium Haired, Grey and White
Tabby Patches on Back, Front of Forelegs,
Tail, and Top of Head
Eye Color:: Pale Mint Green
Build:: Muscular and Fit
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Sure-Footed, Quick-On-Foot,
Excellent Climber, Speed, Agile, Clever,
Quick-Thinker, Fiercely Loyal, All
Forms of Hunting
Weaknesses:: Not Taking Others Feelings into Consideration,
Holds Grudges, Hostile toward Non-Clan Members,
Over-Confident, Hot-Headed, Sharp-Tongued,
Brutally Honest, Sarcastic, Swimming
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Born to a mother who was unloyal to her clan by the name of Hollowheart, a spiteful and dishonest she-cat, Icepaw was doomed from the beginning. When Hollowheart gave birth to only one kit, whom the father was a loner whom she hid away at the border of the territory, meeting him every night and catching him prey within the border. The day that Icepaw was born, his mother disgusted with her only kit due to his small size and weak frame, she left him alone in the den to never return. That very night, she left the clan for good, trading her life as a clan cat for the life of a loner to be along side the tom whom was Icepaw's father. She lied and told the loner that the clan refused to give her take the kit with her, so she fled and left the kit with them as they chased her out. This was all a lie, as she was too disgraced by the feeble kit to even want to nurture it to see if it would be the strong tom that Icepaw is today. He knew not how his mother was, nor who his father was, but he didn't care. To his luck, another queen lost her kits only days later, and having been feeding him since his mother's disappearance, took him in as her own. She fed him and kept him warm, but there was no love and no affection shown to him. The tom that fathered the queen's kits would not come near him, and as soon as he was able to be left alone in the nursery, the former queen left. For 2 moons, he was alone in the nursery with a down feather nest for warmth, and no one to keep him company as there were only few apprentices around, each too busy with training to care about a kit. He learned quickly that no one cared much of his existence, and he put up a wall in order to let their negativity bounce off of him as if he were a brick wall himself. During his apprentice ceremony, they chanted his name out of routine, but no one congratulated him for becoming an apprentice. He has turned cold and hasn't developed the means of affection, love, or trust. He knows nothing of it, but he has raised himself to be honest, and loyal to the clan despite the cats that have rejected him over the moons due to who his parents are. He tries twice as hard to prove he is worthy of their acceptance and that he is nothing like his mother, but he is hostile and pushes anyone away that tries to invade his space as it is all he has ever known. Sadly, he doesn't know how to make friends, how to trust someone, or rely on anyone but himself. Cold and calculating, but he remains smart and can form a solution to a problem or a strategy up in seconds. Despite his persistence that others leave him be, he is lonely, but he doesn't know why he feels the way he does. He longs for friendship, and someone to love him, but doesn't understand why he does. Running out of options, he can be rather disrespectful and quite a daredevil just to get noticed, as he seems to be background noise unless he is making mischief.
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Name:: Antkit - Antpaw - Antleg
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Thirty two moons
Rank:: Warrior
Living Kin:: Crowpaw
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: Hopes to have some
Pelt:: Short, Solid Black
Eye Color:: Cool Grey
Build:: Thin, Long-legged
Size:: Tall
Strengths:: Agile, Speed, Hunting,
Tracking, Chasing, Quick-Witted,
Climbing, Hiding, Silence
Weaknesses:: Strength, Quick-Tempered,
Eats A lot, Swimming, Stubborn,
Persistant
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Born into the original Brambleclan, Antleg was born in the middle of winter when a blizzard raged for weeks on end. It was one of the harshest winters known the the four clans, taking many lives and bring sickness across the forests which dug fiercely into the pelts of nearly every cat. Antleg was born to a litter of two, and sadly was the runt of the litter which leaned in his favor at the time. His littermate passed from illness due to the cold only days after birth, leaving Antleg as the only kit to his mother, Blackflower. She was extremely heavy with milk, which was more than enough for the small black kit when luckily 2 kits showed up within the week, small and shivering. Whiteflake, another warrior within the clan, had found the kits along side a kittypet which passed due to bloodloss during the blizzard, leaving the kits alone. These kits were known as Needle and Blizzard, which Blackflower happily took in the two kits, though only a few days later did Needle die of malnutrition during pregnancy. To some shock, the day after, another kit from the same kittypet was brought in, having been found along side her dead body. Blackflower named her Daisykit, and the oddball litter of Antkit, Daisykit, and Blizzardkit, was made. The three grew together, learning the ways of the clan as if they were true siblings. Being slightly older than the others, Antleg was named an apprentice and given a mentor, while his adopted littermates continued their easy life in the nursery. Antleg dedicated his time to only training to be sure he was quite a bit ahead of his adopted littermates by the time they were named apprentices. Antleg was noted for his speed and extremely long legs, while his siblings excelled in fighting as they were more bulky than his lanky self. Tension started to build between the clans as attacks began from Pineclan cats, which pushed battle training into the interest of each mentor. Antleg wasn't the best fighter, but he was skilled in it due to his speed which brought him the upper hand against larger and stronger opponents. Named a warrior at 14 moons, a moon ahead of his siblings as expected, Antleg was given his name for his long legs that were fairly thin like that of an ant, though powerful which proved helpful in his leaping and made him swifter than most. A moon later, his siblings were named, and the three went out on a patrol as warriors. As they neared the border, they were ambushed by a small group of Pineclan cats, which they easily warded off, and quickly headed back to alert the camp. Two moons later, Blackflower became heavy with kits, which excited Antleg for the possibility of having an actual brother of the same blood. He lost many of his clanmates, though luckily his littermates lived, and more of his clanmates that expected from the unexpected siege. As soon as the Pineclan cats broke into the camp, Antleg took position in front of the nursery and protected his mother with Starclan in his aid. Fire burned in his eyes, and he used his speed to his advantage, adrenaline giving him a burst of speed he had never seen before. Antleg had become very protective of his mother from that day on, being sure she was very well fed and taking herbs at every turn to be sure she wouldn't get sick. Now that the war was over, the remaining cats congregated and developed a new clan, which ended in a more peaceful lifestyle. Though the amount of cats had dwindled, the clan began to grow, and with the new clan followed the birth of new kits. Crowkit being one of them. Antleg became protective over his younger brother once his mother passed of old age, and now that Crowpaw is an apprentice, Antleg aims to keep him in the best health to continue his family line.
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Name:: Crowkit - Crowpaw - Crowflight
Gender:: Tom
Age:: Nine moons
Rank:: Apprentice
Living Kin:: Antleg
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one Currently
Offspring:: Too young
Pelt:: Short, Solid Black Fur
Eye Color:: Hay Yellow
Build:: Slim and Lanky, Powerful Legs
Size:: Average
Strengths:: Silence, Hunting, Patience,
Observation, Tracking, Persistence,
Endurance, Speed
Weaknesses:: Speaking Out, Strength, Breaking Rules,
Forgetful, Refuses to Speak His Mind,
Lazy, Procrastinator
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Being born after the Great War, Crowpaw has only know that of peace. The stories of the Great War and the possibility of having enough cats around to create four individual clans with each the size of Brambleclan, baffles and fascinates the tom. The moment that the war and anything about when the four clans existed, Crowpaw is right there to listen and learn more about it. History is fascinating to him, and he loves to be the one that knows the most out of all his denmates in the apprentice den. He tries his hardest to find new information, and learn new things at all times, as his brain capacity is above average. Though Crowpaw is one of the most curious about history and very talented in retaining information, the lanky black tom is extremely lazy and pretty laid back. He admires his older brother, Antleg, but isn't motivated enough to be like him in the manner of how active and resilient his brother is. When told to do something, Crowpaw has a bad habit of putting it off until the last minute or getting distracted with something else so that it doesn't get done. Doing chores around camp is something he has grown very good at putting off, though he isn't exactly jumping to his paws the minute leaving camp is mentioned either. He isn't nearly as curious and adventurous as the rest of his denmates are, even as a kit, he preferred the warm of his nest and lazing about. It is shocking the tom is still thin, though when he does get to work, he get it done and does it well. Once he gets going, he is rather skilled, but it is simply getting to that point. On the other side, Crowpaw is extremely quiet and is one of the most observant cats in the clan. He usually knows exactly what is going on, from gossip to who left camp and who came back. With his gift in remembering, he often knows exactly where most cats are, not exact locations, but when they leave or who they left with. If you want to gossip and get a good response, Crowpaw is not the one to speak to, as he will listen but not speak in return. Feedback is not his forte, though listening is something he is very gifted at. Though he won't give feedback, he also won't blab or give information that he is told to keep secret unless he sees fit. If he vows to keep a secret, he will take it to the grave with him before he speaks.
