Fox's Character Storage 🦊

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E M B E R C L A N lived in their territory for generations. Thriving in the shadows of a small Twolegplace, they were used to the odd kittypet, loner, or rogue that intruded on their territory. However, they were quick to turn away most cats, unless serious help was needed. The clan cats were more than happy in their forest home where they kept their traditions and raised their kits. It was a good life until the war began.

A group of hostile cats from the Twolegplace, driven by territorial ambition and a thirst for power, launched sudden brutal attacks against Emberclan. The once-peaceful forest became a battleground of twisting and yowling cats. The attackers, ruthless and driven, inflicted heavy casualties, leaving Emberclan reeling and mourning the loss of many beloved clanmates.

The survivors, scarred by both physical and emotional wounds, faced a harrowing choice - stay and risk futher attacks, or abandon their home in search of safety. It wasn't until their leader, Robinstar, was finally brought down, did they make the painful decision to leave. For a while, they traveled as a nomadic group. Still, they would occasionally lose another clanmate until it was the final six remaining.
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M O O N L I T C L A N thrives under the soft glow of moonlight. This secluded clan prefers to be nocturnal, hunting and protecting their borders by night. They are experts at stealth, using the shadows to their advantage, and have a deep spiritual connection to Starclan. They prefer to stay by themselves and have not allowed newcomers in many moons. Until the remains of Emberclan were found seeking refuge on their territory.

It was agreed that they could stay for a few days, to gain their strength back. Under their guidance, Emberclan found temporary solace within their territory. They were allowed to hunt, as long as a member of Moonlitclan was with them, and use any herbs that they needed that was in supply.

As the days passed, the few Emberclan cats grew stronger and the day came for them to leave. But a warning from Starclan given to the medicine cats halted both clans in their tracks.


When shadows loom and the moon grows pale,
Embers fade and whispers trail
In the heart of the forest, darkness grows
To challenge the clans, their unity oppose
Fires may rise, and storms may call
But the greatest danger comes from Those That Must Fall

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𝑷𝑨𝑾 ─── // ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
𝑰. Kindlepaw[heart]; 𝑰𝑰. 15 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Medicine Cat
Apprentice; 𝑰𝑽. The Protector; 𝑽. Brother is Birchpaw;
𝑽𝑰. Molly; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Bisexual Aromantic; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Scent is dried
leaves, earth, aromatic herbs; 𝑰𝑿. Kindle: to catch fire;
𝑿. heart: passionate;

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Ever the worrier, Kindlepaw is as protective as
they come. Her protectiveness extends beyond
her duties as a medicine cat apprentice, mani
festing in a constant state of concern for the
well-being of her fellow clanmates. Kindlepaw's
gentle demeanor belies the firm resolve within
her; she approaches her responsibilities with a
sense of duty and responsibility.
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Anxiety, a constant companion, shadows her
every step, especially when it comes to her
brother, Birchpaw. Kindlepaw's worry for him is
palpable, an unspoken vow to protect him after
they lost their parents to the war. She worries
for him like a mother worries over her kits. A
memory of something they didn't get to have
for long.
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Lately, she's had a secret fight with herself,
her teachings, and the very thing that makes
her a medicine cat. Her faith. Why had Starc
lan let this happen to Emberclan? Why had they
let the twolegplace cats destroy them? Despite
these struggles, Kindlepaw presses on, driven
by a deep-rooted commitment to serving
Emberclan.

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sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ, sᴛᴇᴀᴅʏ,

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𝑰. Owlstrike; 𝑰𝑰. 100 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰.
Moonlitclan Warrior; 𝑰𝑽. Open
for younger siblings only; 𝑽.
Hollypelt [former mate, passed
a moon ago to greencough] Open
for kits; 𝑽𝑰. Tom; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Hetero
sexual; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Scent is pine and
moss; 𝑰𝑿. Owl: after the Barred
Owl specifically; 𝑿. strike: good
fighter;
Scraggly Brown tabby tom with
grey eyes. One of his eyes is
clouded over and scarred from
an old fighting injury. One of
his ears is halved.

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Owlstrike is a stubborn tom. That's what Moonlitclan has known
him to be since kithood and that's what he'll stay the rest of his
life. However, in his old age, he's taken a slightly different role
in the clan - grumpy old man. Things these days just seem to
bother him more than not and he's keen to share his issues.
Despite this cantankerous exterior, Owlstrike carries the weight
of countless seasons' wisdom and loves to share his stories with
others of the clan.
Once a formidable mentor in his prime, Owlstrike takes immense
pride in the accomplishments of his former apprentices. He
continues to affectionately tea them, insisting on calling them
'paws' and blaming his memory. While his memory isn't actually
going, his hearing is. It causes him problems with his hunting and
often asks others to repeat themselves. Owlstrike should retire
soon but his refusal to retire remains unwavering.
A tender ache of grief has also taken over the senior warrior. His
mate and best friend, Hollypelt, took her place in Starclan after a
rough greencough. Even a passing mention of her causes the tom
to grow silent and, sometimes, he can be heard mumbling for
her in his sleep.

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ

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𝑰. Swiftcreek; 𝑰𝑰. 28 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Moonlitclan Queen; 𝑰𝑽. Parents deceased; 𝑽. Open for 3 kits;
𝑽𝑰. Molly; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Pansexual; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Scent is sweet berries; 𝑰𝑿. Swift: after the Swift bird; 𝑿. creek:
graceful and fast

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Swiftcreek is a genuinely kind and loving molly who's always happy to share
some prey or a cheerful story with her clanmates. She is gentle and a very
easy cat to get along with. Her kindness and overly optimistic attitude can
be a bit overbearing at times but she really does mean well. She's quite
patient as well, even with those that are picky or arrogant, and speaks with
respect to everyone that she meets. Swiftcreek, now a doting queen, showers
her kits with affection and boundless love.
While Swiftcreek excels in nurturing and kindness, her abilities in battle leave
much to be desired. She is averse to conflict and prefers to speak it out rather
than use her claws. In situations where she can't speak it out, she tries to keep
her distance from the fight. She may be quick and agile, but she uses her agility
for hunting rather than fighting.

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𝑰. Stoatrunner; 𝑰𝑰. 47 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Molly; 𝑰𝑽. Tunnel Keeper; 𝑽. Looking for any familial
relations!; 𝑽𝑰. Scent is fresh soil after rain; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Bisexual; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Stoat: For the summer
coat of the common stoat; 𝑰𝑿. runner: after her sleek agility and speed
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Stoatrunner has an unyielding optimism that permeates every aspect of her life. She
sees the silver lining in even the darkest clouds, constantly encouraging her fellow
clanmates to keep their heads held high and face challenges with a positive mindset.
Despite this, Stoatrunner a perfectionist at heart. She is meticulous in her duties as
a Tunnel Keeper, paying careful attention to the details of each passage, ensuring
they are well-maintained and safe for her clanmates. Her dedication to perfection
sometimes leads her to overwork hersel,t she believes that the meticulous upkeep of
the tunnels is essential for Glacierclan's safety. Despite her optimism and
resourcefulness, Stoatrunner struggles with fighting. She doesn't only lack the natural
skill but prefers to talk it out rather than use her claws. She will, if she has to, but she
prefers not to.

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𝑰. Foxpaw//Foxlight; 𝑰𝑰. 6 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Tom
𝑰𝑽. Glacierclan Apprentice; 𝑽. Open to rel
ations; 𝑽𝑰. Scent is sweet berries and pine
𝑽𝑰𝑰. Asexual/Aromantic; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Fox: For the
arctic fox; 𝑰𝑿. light: Quiet, caring


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Despite being only 6 moons old, Foxpaw would already be considered a gentle giant. His larger stature and kind
nature combine to make this marshmallow of a cat. He genuinely cares for others and is quick to offer a helping paw,
a kind word, or just an ear to listen to problems. Despite his tender heart, Foxpaw grapples with a persistent
nervousness that often leaves him feeling jittery and on edge. He's easily startled by sudden movements or loud noises.
His nervousness stems from a deep-seated fear of failure and a desire to prove himself worthy of his clan's respect
and admiration. Yet he also doesn't see himself worthy of such. This stays in his head and he often worries himself
sick about the future. Foxpaw is also fiercely loyal to his clan. It's his driving force and motivation to become a loyal
warrior. His daydreams are full of the kind of warrior he hopes to become which sometimes comforts the worrisome tom.
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Hookclaw is a sleek and muscular molly with a
short, dense coat. Her fur is mostly white with
patches of dark brown tabby. Her eyes, small but
expressive, are a deep hazel green, often refle-
cting a calm yet piercing gaze. Her right ear
has a small, but prominent, nick from an old
fight.
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Hookclaw is a resilient molly with a calm and
commanding presence. She was once a ship's cat
and that sailing has made her fearless with a
natural affinity for the water. Well, she thinks
that she's fearless, but she is afraid of being
left alone again. That's why she joined Tideclan;
to belong somewhere again. Despite her tough
exterior and, sometimes, harsh words, she has a
soft spot for others (especially kits). If asked,
she'll often share her stories of her adventures
at sea.
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𝑰. Hookclaw; 𝑰𝑰. 53 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Molly; 𝑰𝑽. Deputy;
𝑽. No family; 𝑽𝑰. Scent is dried driftwood 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Bisexual;
𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Hook: For fishing hooks; 𝑰𝑿. claw: Good fighting skills






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「 ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ───────



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𝑰. Featherlight; 𝑰𝑰. 45 Moons; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. Agender
[they/them]; 𝑰𝑽. Warrior; 𝑽. Open for
family; 𝑽𝑰. Scent is lavender 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Pansexual;
𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Feather: long, soft silver fur; 𝑰𝑿. light:
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Featherlight is a silver, classic tabby with
long, silky fur and low white spotting. The
only white they have is on their paws. Their
stripes are very bold and contrast their light
silver base. They have small, almond-shaped,
light green eyes. Featherlight is an average
height but lean in their build. The fur around
their neck and tail are much fluffier and dense
than the rest of their body.
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Featherlight is a calm and gentle cat,
making them a good listener to those
that need advice or comfort. However,
don't expect good advice from them,
they're not an elegant speaker; they
often stumble over words. Featherlight's
observant and patient nature also makes
them a great hunter. Hunting is one of
their favorite things as well, they enjoy
both the satisfaction of feeding their clan
and the quietness that comes with hunting.
Featherlight has a deep fear of water
and storms. The sight of a darkening sky
usually causes them to tuck tail and hide
in the nearest den or hidey hole they can
find. Their quiet nature can sometimes
be mistaken for aloofness, but in reality,
Featherlight cares deeply for their clan-
mates and is always looking out for their
well-being, even if from a distance. The
new tension and murder of the former
deputy has left them on edge.

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𝑰. Turtlepaw; 𝑰𝑰. Will Be Turtlefrost; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. 8 Moons; 𝑰𝑽. Tom;
𝑽. Apprentice; 𝑽𝑰. Shellpaw [sister]; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Scent is rain;
𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Hetersexual; 𝑰𝑿. Turtle: After sea turtles; 𝑰𝑰𝑿. frost:
Cold, good fighter
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Turtlepaw is a light brown, almost sandy colored, tabby
tom with a dense, plush coat. He has low white spotting
with distinct white paws and a triangle-shaped marking
perfectly centered on his chest. His eyes are charming
light green that often wander. Currently, he's medium in
height with a sturdy, solid build that suggest that he'll
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Turtlepaw is a cat of few words, preferring to keep others at a distance. He's not one to seek out
companionship or engage in idle chatter, preferring instead to focus on his duties with a fierce
determination. The only one that can crack his standoffishness is his sister. He's quite protective
of her and would do anything to keep her safe. That's the main reason that he agreed to stay in
Tideclan after leaving the twoleg boat. Being here hasn't been all bad though, Turtlepaw has
discovered his love of fighting. He's always ready to defend those that he holds dear. His
standoffish nature means that he doesn't easily make friends but those few who manage to earn
his trust find a fiercely loyal and dependable ally in him. Turtlepaw is driven by a need to prove
himself and protect what little he has in the world, and nothing—not even his own feelings—
will get in his way.

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𝑰. Cricketpaw; 𝑰𝑰. Will Be Crick-
etsong; 𝑰𝑰𝑰. 6 Moons; 𝑰𝑽. Tom;
𝑽. Apprentice; 𝑽𝑰. Open for fa-
mily; 𝑽𝑰𝑰. Scent is dried moss
and sweet berries ; 𝑽𝑰𝑰𝑰. Unsure;
𝑰𝑿. Cricket: brown crickets;
𝑰𝑰𝑿. song: bubbly personality
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Cricketpaw is a typical dark brown tabby tom. He still retains the
unmistakable look of a kitten, with a long and lanky body that seems a
bit too big for him, resulting in an endearing, slightly awkward appearance.
His legs are very thin and gangly with large paws that he hasn't quite
grown into yet, making his movements a bit clumsy at times. He has a
round face with expressive, large brown eyes. Cricketpaw's tail is long
and thin, often flicking to and fro, and can often be see sticking
straight up.
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Cricketpaw is an energetic and optimistic young tom, full of boundless enthusiasm and a zest for life. Barely a
week into his apprenticeship, he's still adjusting to the responsibilities and expectations of clan life outside
the nursery. But, he is incredibly excited to learn. Naive and trusting, Cricketpaw looks up to his older clanmates
with the wide-eyed admiration of a kit. He's much too eager to please and quick to follow their advice. His
helpful nature often leads him to take on more than he can handle, or the jobs that the other apprentices don't
want to do, but he does so with a smile. One of Cricketpaw's most endearing traits is his love of singing. It's not
uncommon to hear him purr-humming or making up little songs about his surroundings, daily activities, or
dreams he's had. He loves to make others laugh and hopes his little songs brings joy to his clanmates; even
though, he's most likely annoying them.
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