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━ name : moore.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : fifty-eight moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : moore is a short, stocky white tomcat with only half of a tail and burning yellow eyes. his tail is all black, and he has two distinctive black patches on the backs of his hind-legs, as well as an ebony nose.
━ scent : he smells of deep pinewood and ash.

━ personality : moore is . . . athletic, perceptive, protective ; ambitious, proud, stern ; impatient, secretive, vindictive.
━ likes : quiet, spiders, the dark, his freedom.
━ dislikes : other cats/strangers, not getting what he wants, loud noises, twolegs.

━ sexuality : moore is pansexual, with a female lean.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment. hmu!
━ mate and kits : he isn't looking for and doesn't have either, although he does feel the pressure to produce an heir sooner rather than later in case something were to happen to him. the life of a rogue is a tough one.
━ preferences : tall, fiery, intelligent, blunt.

━ history : moore was born during a long stretch of famine to max and rook. he often went without eating or finding any source of food. he started seeing himself as the primary protector in the small band of rogues he was born into, despite his uncle being there to help his mother and sister. he became close to his uncle _ (NPC unless someone wants to play him; if not, i will take care of his dialogue and give a brief description of him), taking the opportunity to learn from him about the wilderness and how to survive and provide for a family. he was from a young age very independent from his mother, rook, shoving her off whenever she tried to coo over him. he was/is closest to _ (another NPC, the same thing applies^^), and the two are practically inseparable. moore reached the age of six moons and was finally allowed to go out and hunt with uncle _. his sister became ill, always having been a sickly kitten. moore helped the group's "medicine cat", bramble, care for her. luckily, _ got better and was once again able to come and help find food for the small group. they often look for scraps around the twoleg dens, in which moore had an encounter that stuck him with a fear of them.
indent he lived as a rouge with his little family until he was around thirty-five moons old. by this time, he and his sister were restless to go out on their own, both avid hunters. when hunting, he and his sister came upon a group of cats with organized ranks and a religion bringing them together. moore was hesitant to the idea of joining them, but due to _'s convincing, he agreed . . . on the account that he could keep his name, which he thought carried his parents' with him. more cats working together means a greater income of food. this whole clan idea was he and his sister's best bet on getting through leaf-bare. moore is slowly growing accustomed to clan life, a fondness blossoming in his heart for it. he enjoys his clanmates and the _clan territory, but he’s eager for adventure and excitement and is not yet completely satisfied. he can often be found breaking some rules and showing some indifference for the warrior code.

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─ Ｑ Ｕ Ｉ Ｃ Ｋ Ｐ Ａ Ｗ ！─
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━ name : quickpaw ⇢ quickstrike
━ quick, for his size, and because his father believed he had the build of a future runner.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ strike, for his combat skills.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : eleven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : quickpaw is a muscular rusty brown tom with dark chocolate stripes and piercing golden eyes.
━ scent : he smells of lavender, earth, and stone.

━ personality : quickpaw is . . . cunning, mellow, endearing, helpful, humane ; know-it-all, stoic, reserved, quiet ; stubborn, moody, difficult to swallow, nervous, jumpy.
you'll prob never see a more loyal and dedicated apprentice than quickpaw! quite rigid and stubborn, when this tabby tom fixes his mind on something, he stops at nothing to achieve it. he is very firm in his beliefs . . . and can be frustratingly pigheaded, ornery, and mulish at times. he is wild about hunting, and is rarely in camp; when he happens to be there, though, he is very reserved, shy, and soft-spoken around others. quick is a bit two-faced, because he's only himself when he is with his friends or when he is hunting. he has a huge issue with distractions and love, as he believes that his sole purpose in life is to be the hardest worker, and to become quickstrike.
━ likes : hunting, roaming terrain, being alone.
━ dislikes : twolegs, traps, outsiders, leaf-bare.

━ sexuality : quickpaw is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : he hopes to have a mate one day. he isn't sure about kits, nor his ability to love or be loved.
━ preferences : gingers, light eyes, witty.

━ history : (all other characters are NPCs unless someone wants to play them). quickpaw has lived in the shadow of his father all his life. silverstrike was, without a single doubt, one of the finest warriors of _clan. that is, until he fell hard for a flirtatious, mysterious loner named moose. moose bore him two kits after a dangerous love affair full of lies and deceit. but since she was young, she abandoned them and her mate, and was never seen again. silverstrike gave his kits to a queen named toadface, allowing them to believe that she was their birth mother just to spare them shame. quickpaw & fogpaw flourished under toadface's wing, totally oblivious to the fact that their mother had left them. quickpaw, even as a young kit, displayed the skills of a hunter. it was very clear that the tomcat was going to be just like his father. the father and son shared a very close bond until the day that silverstrike met his match at the iron jaws of a twoleg trap. to this day quickpaw vows to live up to his father's legacy. the male wants his warrior name to be quicksilver . . . in remembrance of the cat he aspires to be.

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━ name : orchidstar.
━ orchid, for her pretty markings (her parents also just liked it).
━ bloom, for her pretty green eyes and love for plant life.
━ star, for it is the universal suffix of all leaders.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : fifty-two moons old.
━ rank : leader of _clan.
━ appearance : orchidstar is a petite, wiry little she-cat with coarse, mostly black tortoiseshell fur and pale green eyes. she is mainly ebony, but has light ginger hues all over her body. her muzzle and spine are flecked in gray, and her body is tough with rigid muscles, nimble paws, and a long tail. her irises are an amber color around the pupil and they fade to a paler hue on the edges. her voice is also somehow harsh and feminine, authoritative and with no room for argument. orchidstar also has a series of scars across her neck that add to her intimidating presence.
━ scent : she smells of fresh blooms and pollen.

━ personality : orchidstar is . . . family-oriented, active, intelligent, natural leader, self-assured ; sharp-tongued, free-spirited, possessive, proud, stern, territorial ; hot-headed, stubborn, bleak, unwelcoming, intimidating.
orchidstar is a hard cat to like, and an even harder cat to love, but that does not mean that she doesn't have good qualities about her. rather than these qualities being held deep down, they are simply overshadowed by her more aggressive natures. one of her best features is her care towards her kin, and while no other cat besides those of her blood will receive this treatment, her love for them is undeniable. she is also incredibly skilled, not only with refined strong muscles, but a quick and sharp mind. she always has time for activities that are either physically or mentally demanding. orchidstar can practically solve any problem she puts her body or mind to, especially with her clan's livelihood on the line. and although she would never admit this fact to herself, it is apparent she is a leader, not afraid to speak her mind and call shots no matter how tough the choices may be! her actions are backed by her steadfast nature. she hardly ever thinks back on anything she's done, knowing that what she did and plans to do is the best course of action she can muster. moving on from orchidstar's better half are her more tame traits, though that is a generous statement. she is extremely sharp-tongued, and frankly it seems her mouth has a mind of its own. the leader has not grown from her roots and maintains her ever cruel vocabulary that she has used from birth. it's simply mouse-brained to think she would ever speak anything but cold words. orchidstar is quite the lonesome leader, often out of camp on her own, traversing the land. the molly has always been a bit wild even for a clan cat. if it weren't for her family ties she would have never settled into _clan. but don't get her confused; what's hers is hers! no matter how hard to pin down she may be, orchidstar is extremely proud and territorial. anyone that insults her name or land will not be quickly forgotten. and while that may seem like a negative most of the time, it leads her to being very observant. she almost always has tabs on all her clanmates, and borders that she constantly frequents! last but not least however, she is strict . . . quite strict. any apprentice or warrior out of line she is quick to reprimand, and she will not think twice about it. while this often gets on every cat's nerves, she couldn't care less. after all, most cats are too dimwitted to know what's good for them anyway. finally come her most distinguishable traits . . . her negative ones. orchidstar is and always has been ruled by her temper. she is quick to fight though most of the skirmishes are verbal ones. it doesn't take much to rub this molly the wrong way and if a cat were to do so it would be wise of them to watch out or face her wrath. she seemingly never gives up ground in arguments as her way is the best way and any cat that disagrees with her is simply an idiot. sadly her more extroverted traits tend to all be bad ones, including her rather stormy nature. she is always talking of worst case scenarios to explain away her fanatic obsession with hunting and training, but mostly to the displeasure of cats that just simply wanna talk rather than think about all the ways they could possibly die. which leads into her more unwelcoming presence, though this is more on purpose than her bleakness. she doesn't want to talk, and is quite displeased by strangers and outsiders. she is even uninterested in the kits she adopts into her clan, the cats that one day will be her clanmates. everyone is a liability that she has to worry about, and so she doesn't quite have time to welcome them with open paws and a toothy smile. there's actual things to worry about rather than trivial emotions. and due to all this, it is easy to see why others find her intimidating. those jarring neck scars certainly don't help, though orchidstar doesn't mind this trait, not in the slightest, even going as far to embrace it. with a mere snarl the whole clan submits, a mere flick of the tail and everyone is quiet! sometimes it's easier to keep those around you safe if they fear what punishment they would receive if they were to disobey.
━ likes : her clan, spending time alone, running, hunting, her home, solving problems, helping out, eating with her clan, flora and fauna, winning.
━ dislikes : outsiders, betrayal, disobedience, any threat to her or her beloved clanmates, sickness, losing a clanmate, foxes/badgers/coyotes.

━ sexuality : orchidstar is homosexual (partially because she is infertile, but she really does love girls).
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : a mate, sure, but kittens bother her and she doesn't desire having them.
━ preferences : cool, calm, pale coat colors, light eyes, swift, cunning, intelligent, adventurous.

━ history : kestrel was a young rogue who came across a kittypet named spencer. their meeting went well and they had a very brief fling together, but kestrel preferred her life as a rogue and quickly decided to return to it. not long after returning to her life, the she-cat realized that she was pregnant with kits, which worried her. she hadn't been expecting kits nor did she currently want any. when it came to the kitting, everything went smoothly and she birthed two girls. • kestrel stayed with them until they were able to survive without milk from her, then she carried them to a nearby territory where she knew a group of cats lived. placing her daughters down, she told them to stay where they were and left them in the safest place she could find. as quickly as she had come, kestrel left after wishing her daughters luck in their new lives. • orchid was very much annoyed when a bunch of cats just happened to stroll by and take them away. she didn't want to go with them! she wanted HER mother! when placed in the care of a surrogate mother in a strange new "clan" she grew pretty bitter toward everyone except her sister. whenever patrols came back she would pursue them to ask if they saw her mother, still believing that the molly would come back for them.
indent orchidpaw continued her reign of hellfire throughout her apprenticeship, continuing to bully those around her, even her own mentor at times, rookwhisker. she had no respect for really anyone. she made lots of friends and remained close with her sister . . . but her enemies far outweighed the few that liked her. • she and her sister were the talk of the town, and rightfully so, as they made quite the splash as rebels, but it was short lived. onyxjaw, a young warrior, began to get between them. onyxjaw had given thistlepaw everything orchidpaw never did and as a result thistlepaw began to grow into her own cat, and away from orchidpaw's suffocating grasp. this didn't go unnoticed by the apprentice and the two began to argue on and off about the topic. and when the day finally came for them to start gathering information on their mom thistlepaw backed out. the two had a HUGE argument, with thistlepaw reluctant to leave their clan. but orchidpaw had a new plan to finish her apprenticeship and leave on her own to find and bring kestrel to thistlepaw! only then could the three finally be a true family again.
indent orchidpaw became orchidbloom and thistlepaw was named thistleblossom. not long after their ceremony, thistle announced she was carrying onxyjaw's kits. orchidbloom was close to leaving the clan and making it as a rogue, in search of kestrel, but she stayed for thistleblossom's sake. she spent a lot of time visiting with her sister and babysitting when the litter of four was born. • orchidbloom took on an apprentice named irispaw, and she was made a warrior, becoming irissong (npc). although it wasn't the sweetest pairing, both mentor and apprentice were happy to have been together. orchidbloom even began to see irissong as her own child, and was proud to have raised such a fine warrior. in the fall she was then given her second apprentice, maplepaw. the beginning of the apprenticeship was easygoing, as maplepaw had been keen on learning all orchidbloom had to offer, though midway through something changed in her apprentice to leave her aggravated towards orchidbloom. this soured the mood between them, splintering them apart until maplepaw's late apprenticeship. they pulled through, and she was named mapleblaze (npc). • orchidbloom was soon after given bearpaw as an apprentice, her third thus far in her life. as time progressed the two became quite a pair, as orchidbloom was pleased to finally have an extremely willing and thoughtful apprentice. she became fond of him in her own way, and the young tom quickly cemented himself as her favorite apprentice. the two got through the rest of the winter together and through the spring. however, training was put on hold when spring rolled around and a wrath of green-cough washed over the clan.
indent amongst those sick was her dear sister thistleblossom. the warrior stayed by her sister's side as night fell, and trained her apprentice by day, hoping to make thistleblossom feel better. unfortunately though, the sickness only got worse, not just for thistleblossom, but for a good portion of the clan, and the clan was separated. the medicine cats and the sick were moved to a makeshift camp, one that the healthy warriors were not allowed to visit. orchidbloom, inwardly distraught, focused her time on training bearpaw and gathering prey for the sick. it wasn't till a little over a moon later when she saw her sister again. thistleblossom had passed in the night and her body was brought back to camp for burial. orchidbloom became completely hysterical. on the days following, she was distant and quiet to everyone but her kin. she often left camp in order to visit her sister's grave, making a promise to thistleblossom that she would keep her kits safe. no matter what. about a week after her passing, the rest of the sick cats returned to camp. the green-cough epidemic was finally squashed by the medicine cats. • because of her courage and strength in the face of the sickness and her undying love for the clan, the elderly leader at the time, harestar, made orchidbloom deputy. this wasn't a surprise to many, but it floored orchid, and she gladly accepted with pride. moons passed, and bearpaw became bearstrike. tensions between _clan and _clan began to heighten over the recent sickness and the lack of prey, and so war began over hillclan's strip of forest on its southern border. after a particular hard and gruesome battle, orchidbloom died due to her injuries, in a bloody heap. harestar's last life was lost as well during the fight, leaving all of _clan in chaos. both of their leaders were dead. orchidbloom was locked in a deep slumber, one that seemed to last centuries until she was awoken by a familiar voice. thistleblossom! upon hearing her sister's voice loud and clear, orchidbloom jolted awake, the world before her flooding with light as she found her way to starclan. when she looked around she discovered she had been visited by nine cats, two of which being her kin: thistleblossom and kestrel. the group of the dead informed orchidbloom of her role, and that it was time for her to become leader of hillclan. the molly was originally extremely against the this proposition, not wanting to return to the land of the living and remain in peace. unfortunately the murdered she-cat cannot refuse her own destiny. • filled with disdain and unease, orchidbloom agreed, for the safety of hillclan. orchidbloom was given the name orchidstar, by her sister. orchidstar said a short farewell to her loved ones, gripping thistleblossom and kestrel close as they faded around her.
indent when the new leader awoke, the world was warped as it came into focus, yowls filling her ears. stumbling upward, orchidstar felt new energy flowing through her, her fumbling soon turning to hard, quick footsteps as she leaped for blackstar, the former leader of swampclan. the two rolled as all the cats stopped where they were in the middle of battle, watching their leaders, the _clanners shocked that their deputy had returned to them. orchidstar pinned blackstar beneath her and yowled to the battling clans, making the announcement of her rise to leadership and ending the war between the two clans.

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━ name : francis.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : thirty-two moons old.
━ rank : kittypet.
━ appearance : francis is a beautiful, lanky sphynx with pale-to-bright pink, wrinkly skin unmarred by any patches or scars. on the bridge of his nose, chest, ears, and belly have some white peach fuzz. franny has plenty of wrinkles to spare, and if his furless body isn't a shock enough, his nearly translucent, icy blue eyes and bat-like ears will send you reeling, too. his skin tends to be a bit of a pink shade around his chest, behind his ears, and on his paws, and his paws themselves are tiny with gnarled toes and hooked claws.
━ scent : he smells strongly of warm milk and coconut.

━ personality : francis is . . . friendly, outgoing, polite, articulate ; curious, adventurous, naive, sheltered, romantic ; pouty, childish, helpless.
cozied up in his twolegs' home all his life, francis is doted upon by his owners, making him quite helpless and naive in the face of danger, survival, or even knowledge on the forest itself. socially, he does all right, but it's difficult for him to interpret emotions or observe bodily behavior, because the last time he properly interacted with a feline was when he was taken from his mother's side. the pedigree sphynx isn't the best at taking hints either, and seeing his surroundings with a more calculative eye versus one of wonder is something he definitely needs to work on. while helpless situationally and socially, athletically, francis is elegant and lean; moons of wandering his expansive backyard and prowling along the fence that separates him from the outside world has made him strong and quick physically, but mentally, his reaction time and response to situations couldn't be weaker. he has the potential to be a wise and strong presence, but his lack of social interaction has stunted him, and he doesn't often see a threat or acknowledge a danger until it is too late. he lives a tad in his own head, and is so optimistic and friendly that he assumes the best in everything and everyone . . . naively so. despite having led a lonely life, francis finds it easy to speak to cats and is naturally polite, friendly, and well-versed with others, no matter how they look or act towards him. his curiosities about the world and its dwellers are obvious by the wonder in his icy blue eyes, and when the sphynx sees or does something new, his excitement can hardly be contained. adventurous, the wrinkled tom doesn't hesitate to plunge into something new; he loves adrenaline and action, and while lazy at times, his young, spritely body and mind must be kept occupied. francis' idea of adventure would be something as small as pouncing on a beetle, for crying out loud, because the lithe male takes pleasure in the little things as well as the large ones. a lover of life and its creatures, francis' warmth and soul can always be sensed; he's a bit of an open book, but that's just what makes him so endearing.
━ likes : the scent of lavender, warmth, sunny spots, touching things, lotion, fur, new prospects, romping, kind hearts, throaty purrs, sweaters.
━ dislikes : dry skin, cold weather, rainy days, pig-headedness, anyone who has a lack of respect for nature and its beauty.

━ sexuality : francis doesn't have a set sexuality. it's likely he will become bisexual the more he develops.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : he has no mate, but wants kits one day.
━ preferences : thick pelt, big belly, sturdy/strong, easygoing/awkward personalities.

━ history : francis was born as a pedigree sphynx to his father, pierce, and his mother, quince. he has two older brothers (claude and vincent), and two younger sisters (nicolette and monique). (all four are NPCs) a pure-blooded tomcat that has never had a rumbling belly or an ache in his body, franny is adored and spoiled by his owners, and he has them on a leash. ever since he was adopted and taken to their remote cabin in the mountains, he has lived a lavished life; only a mew could send his owners into a flurry, lathering him in his much-needed creams or dumping wet food into his crystalline bowl. while francis isn't selfish or prissy by any means, he can't deny that he loves their attention. • francis becomes itchy easily because of his delicate skin. he is a complete sap for lotion and often enjoys hours of pampering without a single complaint.