the colosseum ~

[xayah]

ｎａｍｅ↠foxleap


ａｇｅ↠22 moons


ｇｅｎｄｅｒ↠tom-cat


ｒａｎｋ↠warrior


ｃｌａｎ↠-----


ｋｉｎ↠gingerfur


ｃｒｕｓｈ↠none/open


ｍａｔｅ↠none/open


ｏｔｈｅｒ↠nothing

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ＢＥ ＢＲＡＶＥ

foxleap here, is not a tom to over look, that's for sure. he has a mixture of traits from both his parents, but the more dominant from his mother. his pelt is a creamy white with a large majority of orange throughout, given to him by his mother. and his fur is a silky soft medium length, surprisingly obtained from his father. his eyes, well they are nothing special, just two simple light golden orbs. as for his build, foxleap is quite tall and lithe. he does not posses much muscular strength for his legs are rather skinny and he is no expert at physical activities. however, he prefers to excel in the agility required festivities such as running, jumping, and climbing. although some often mistake him for a she-cat upon first glance he has grown used to it and overall he is an exceptionally handsome tom and he takes full of advantage of this.

ＴＡＫＥ ＲＩＳＫＳ

to no surprise foxleap is a great warrior. he is brave: never backing down from a challenge and thrusting his way in the face of danger to protect others. he is loyal: living by the ways of his clan and never once doubting his leaders decisions. he is strong: keeping control of his emotions no matter the situation and doing what he thinks is right. he is caring: looking out for his clanmates and their best interests along with his own. but, like any other cat, foxleap has his flaws. he is quite a flirty tom, often so full of himself that he can't help but flaunt his good looks. and he is rather stubborn at times. whether its just a simple argument with a fellow clanmate or just bad luck hunting, foxleap is determined to prove himself and will insist on settling what he started. all in all he is a wonderful warrior once you get past his annoying features.

ＬＩＶＥ ＬＩＦＥ

there is nothing special about foxleap and his history is quite boring. he was born the first of two kits and the only tom. his parents couldn't have been any better, for they showered the two with constant attention and pampered them without end. growing up couldn't have been any easier, either. foxleap was inspired by his father, a once great deputy, to become the strongest warrior possible and someday leader. once an apprentice he flew through his training, stunning his clanmates with utter disbelief. he became a warrior in no time, at only thirteen moons, and received his suffix 'leap' for his powerful hind legs. although clan life seemed great to young foxleap, his life was about to change. he was out patrolling one evening, his father in the lead and his sister trailing behind. nothing seemed out of the ordinary and without wasting time they turned and began to head back to camp. a shrill cry from behind set his fur on end and instantly he was thrown atop his sister. somehow a fox had begun following them on their return home and if it weren't for gingerfurs sharp senses they would have been picked apart one by one. their father threw himself atop the beast without hesitation, giving foxleap enough time to gather his sister and run. when they arrived back at camp they collected themselves and watched as a group of warriors rushed out to the scene. it felt as if moons had passed before they finally returned, battered and bloody, but alive. all but one. their fathers familiar creamy pelt was nowhere to be seen and the news the warriors brought was no surprise. he had died in the battle but he went bravely nonetheless. from then on foxleap became desperate to prove his strength and loyalty. and he swore upon his fathers star in the sky that he would not join him until that fox was slain by his claws and teeth.

[xayah]

ｎａｍｅ↠gingerfur


ａｇｅ↠22 moons


ｇｅｎｄｅｒ↠she-cat


ｒａｎｋ↠warrior


ｃｌａｎ↠-----


ｋｉｎ↠foxleap


ｃｒｕｓｈ↠none/open


ｍａｔｅ↠none/open


ｏｔｈｅｒ↠nothing

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ＳＥＥ ＭＥ

gingerfur shares a lot of her appearance with her brother, foxleap, and it's no wonder the two are often mistaken for each other. she too has a creamy white base speckled with ginger spots and longer feathery fur, though her pelt has less of that dominant orange. her eyes are a deeper amber than her brothers, and she takes pride in the way she more closely resembles her father. gingerfur also has a very slender body with nimble legs and therefore she prefers agility to strength. in summary, she is a very beautiful she-cat, but don't let this fool you, her tongue is just as sharp as her claws!

ＨＥＡＲ ＭＥ

while she may resemble her brother just from looks she definitely does not share his personality. gingerfur is a fairly shy and insecure warrior when compared to most others. she'd much rather be alone and, when given the chance, she'll slink away to a more secluded area. she has a much more loving and free spirit than her brother, too. she's one to talk her way out rather than fight. but be careful what you do or say to her, for gingerfur has quite the tongue. she's not afraid to claw your ears off if you so much as look at her funny. however quiet and small she may seem, though, gingerfur is just as great a warrior as any other cat and she'd give her life to save a clanmate without even blinking.

ＦＥＥＬ ＭＥ

gingerfur was born only heartbeats after her brother. from the start she was different. she didn't mew as much and she didn't fight her brother for a better feeding spot. instead she was quiet and more reserved. this didn't change as she grew, either. in fact, it seems she's become even quieter and more shy than she was as a kit. when the duo became apprentices she didn't rush to perfect her fighting and hunting skills. instead she sat amongst the sidelines and watched as foxleap battled one on one with his mentor. in time the others simply gave up on her and left her to her own devices. gingerfur preferred it this way, too. when her brother became a warrior before her, she didn't care, in fact she was overwhelmed with joy for him. she later received her warrior name at sixteen moons and was given the suffix 'fur' for obvious reasons. it was one calm evening when everything changed. while she tailed behind her father and brother on a late patrol nothing seemed to be wrong. it didn't take long before they were heading home and she stopped dead in her tracks. gingerfur may not be the strongest cat, but her sense surely never fail her. the stench of fox was fresh and overpowering. how did the others not smell it? in a moment of hesitation a fox jumped from the bushes, fangs barred and snarling. gingerfur shrieked in surprise, catching the beast off guard and allowing her father enough time to attack. the senior deputy thrust foxleap atop his sister for protection before leaping on the fox. the two dashed back to camp, stumbling over their own panicking paws. when they reached camp...well the rest you know. gingerfurs father never returned that night, but she knew he was safe in starclan now. every night before she settles down in her nest, the ginger warrior sits outside the den, gazing up at her fathers star.

[xayah]

ｎａｍｅ↠littlenose


ａｇｅ↠16 moons


ｇｅｎｄｅｒ↠tom-cat


ｒａｎｋ↠warrior


ｃｌａｎ↠----


ｋｉｎ↠n/a


ｃｒｕｓｈ↠none/open


ｍａｔｅ↠none/open


ｏｔｈｅｒ↠nothing

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ＳＴＡＹ ＬＯＷ

littlenose is nothing out of the ordinary really. if you hadn't guessed from his name, he is quite small, too, and not just from age. indeed he is a young tom, but he doesn't seem to be getting much bigger these days. though it doesn't bother him, he's rather thankful for his size. littlenose also does not have a very muscular body and happens to posses many of his mothers traits. he inherited her frail shape, orange eyes, and short, feathery soft fur. it seems that all he obtained from his father was his sandy brown tabby coat. littlenose, when compared to his clanmates, is nothing special. overall he is a decent tom.

ＢＥ ＱＵＩＥＴ

where do we begin with this one? though he may look otherwise, littlenose is a great warrior nonetheless. he is loyal: devoting his life to the clan and always doing as his leader wishes. he is caring: looking out for his clanmates and putting others before himself. he is clever: constantly making plans and thinking his way through complicated situations. however, like any other cat, littlenose has his flaws. he is rather quiet and shy and has formed a habit of keeping to himself. this may stop him from achieving many life goals but he will always work twice as hard just to prove himself. to make things worse, littlenose is abnormally skittish. he will hide in the nearest bush if a mouse so much as squeaks next to him. he may not be the strongest or bravest warrior in the clan, but littlenose is still an outstanding warrior. to overlook him would be a grave mistake.

ＫＥＥＰ ＳＴＩＬＬ

littlenose's past is not something he is willing to openly discuss, as there are still deep wounds waiting to bleed. littlenose was born in a litter of five and to no surprise he was the only runt. right from the start life was proving to be difficult. having arrived in early leaf-bare, his mother worried greatly about him and his siblings health. only days later and two of the five, a she-cat and tom, had already succumbed to the harsh winter weather. now he was the only tom and was burdened with the destiny of living up to his father, who to begin with, wasn't even around that much. littlenose learned from an early age not to trust every cat so easily. he'd already learned the hard way. he became an apprentice at the age of eight moons since the medicine cat deemed him too unhealthy to begin training sooner. though some may see it as a blessing, littlenose saw otherwise when his father was assigned as his mentor. the older tom was brutal to say the least, despite the medicine cats careful warnings. he'd spend entire days learning battle techniques, return home late with new bumps and bruises, and begin training hours later at the first hints of dawn. his clanmates often worried about him though they didn't dare speak up to his father whom most feared. instead they sat quietly amongst the sidelines, praying to starclan it would end soon. and their prayers were answered. one oddly calm evening littlenose returned to camp battered and bloody. immediately his clanmates questioned what had happened and when he answered a silent relief filled the air. during that days battle session a fox had happened upon the pair. though most mentors would send their apprentices back for help, littlenose's father instructed him to chase it off. he did as he was told, fearing punishment more than death, and jumped into the fight. things took a turn for the worse moments later and before he knew it he was back home, exhausted and covered in blood. the clan pitied him and named him a warrior for his brave efforts. but what they didn't know was that littlenose's father hadn't died by the foxes claw.

[xayah]

ｎａｍｅ↠leafbreeze


ａｇｅ↠40 moons


ｇｅｎｄｅｒ↠she-cat


ｒａｎｋ↠warrior


ｃｌａｎ↠-----


ｋｉｎ↠n/a


ｃｒｕｓｈ↠none/open


ｍａｔｅ↠none/open


ｏｔｈｅｒ↠nothing

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leafbreeze here, is not a cat to over look, that's for sure. while most cats tend to inherit certain traits from their same gender parent, leafbreeze seems to do the opposite. she more closely resembles her father for more reasons than one. general appearance wise, she possesses silky white fur with black splotches and long legs all from her father. the few traits given to her by her mother are her dazzling emerald eyes and thin frame. as for her build, leafbreeze is quite a muscular she-cat. most of her strength is stored in her hind legs, making her a fast runner and powerful jumper. she may not be the most feminine feline but what she lacks in looks she makes up for in personality.

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this she-cat is often mistaken for 'one of the toms' and is quite proud of it. leafbreeze has worked her way up to be one of the respected warriors thanks to her can-do attitude and continues to surprise her clanmates with new things everyday. she is loyal: believing every action is for the greater good of the clan. she is brave: standing up to danger whenever she gets the chance and never backing down. she is strong: keeping a grip on her emotions and staying headstrong through tough situations. and she is determined: proving her worth day after day and constantly improving her skills. but, as to be expected, leafbreeze has her negatives. she is quite rambunctious at times and, more often than not, finds herself getting in the way of others. she is also a rather curious and mischievous cat and is almost always getting into trouble because of it. however crazy she may be, leafbreeze is still a great warrior to the clan.

ＴＨＥ ＣＡＴ

on a calm and quiet greenleaf afternoon, two kits were born. the air was filled with the shrill mews of one little kit in particular. leafbreeze. since birth she was a loud one, though that only adds to her unique personality. beside her was her twin sister, mosskit, and their two loving parents. they couldn't have been happier with the new bundles of fur and spent much of their time devoted to caring for the kits. even as a kit leafbreeze was a trouble maker. she was constantly sneaking out of the den, trying to accompany warriors on patrol, or chasing her poor sister around the camp. they filled the clan with joy and life, that was for sure. but that soon ended. when the duo became apprentices they never left each others sides. if one was out hunting the other was there, too. if one was caring for the elders, you can bet the other was helping out, too. most cats might have been annoyed by such things, but leafbreeze didn't mind one bit. on one particular fateful morning she got the brilliant idea to surprise the leader with a full blown feast. she begged and begged her sister to come with her and help her catch all the prey and with enough begging she finally gave in. outside the camp was quiet. no mice scuttled in the undergrowth and no birds sang out in the trees. there was a strange scent in the air, however, and leafbreeze insisted on checking it out. together they sniffed through the forest until they came upon a peculiar scene. it looked like a human camp, with weird pelts strewn across the ground and oddly shaped sticks and things they couldn't even describe. together they began scouting the strange area, though her sister protested greatly. a loud clang and furious hissing snapped leafbreeze out of her concentration and she turned in horror to see a human holding her sister tail-lengths off the ground. she wailed and squirmed but couldn't free herself. leafbreeze attempted to attack but was only thrown back by a swift kick from the human. she ended up running back home for help but by the time she got there it was too late. a rescue party was sent out at once but returned with no luck. leafbreeze hasn't seen her sister since and not a day goes by that she doesn't regret going out that morning. though she quickly moved on, deciding she'd become a great warrior for the both of them.

[xayah]

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hazeltail
medicine cat
39 moons
when hazeltail was young she was often found in the medicine cats den pawing about the herbs. she's always been fascinated by the work medicine cats do and is proud to have reached the rank herself. there is nothing she enjoys more than aiding her clanmates and communicating with the cats of Starclan. though she may be a very gentle and caring cat she knows how to fend off an attacker. in her spare time hazeltail can be found searching for new herbs and remedies. while she understands her duty as medicine cat and knows she must follow the rules she can't help but fantasize about raising her own kits one day. hazeltail is great at what she does but sometimes she gets carried away or distracted from her work. despite her aloofness, she is a charming young cat.
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xxname; Swallowflightxxxxxxclan; Pineclanxxxxxxxxxxxxx-xcrush; open
xxgender; femalexxxxxxxxxx-fur; creamy whitexxxxxxxxxx mate; none
xxage; 52 moons//4 yearsxx--eyes; pale olivexxxxxxxxxxxx.positives; trustworthy, headstrong, loyal
xxrank; warriorxxxxxxxxxxxx-scent; sweet grass & dewxxxxnegatives; brash, easily annoyed

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Swallowflight is a simple cat of very few words. She prefers to keep to herself and wont engage in friendly conversation unless needed. Most of Pineclan knows her to be a tad pushy when she wants to be and short-tempered if you stick around too long. It's easy to get on her bad side though she never holds a grudge for very long. Yet behind her somewhat hardened outer shell Swallowflight is a strong and loyal warrior. She'd put herself before her clanmates if it meant saving their lives at the cost of her own. She values trust above everything and encourages others to trust in her whenever they need to. She is also an extremely headstrong she-cat and will strive to accomplish anything she sets her mind to. While this mostly benefits the clan, Swallowflight often gets in arguments or skirmishes with other cats. Her tongue is sharp but her claws are sharper. Swallowflight takes pride in her ability to use her surroundings in battle although she is not the toughest warrior. Her lithe frame allows for quick and nimble movement but not much strength. All in all she is a valuable member of Pineclan and wishes only the best for her friends and family.

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nightpaw is a curious little thing. currently he is an apprentice of ___clan at the fresh young age of 9 moons. his ebony pelt and deep amber eyes give him quite the appearance. with long silky fur he seems larger than he really is but under that thick coat is a very sleek and small cat. but don't be fooled! his claws and teeth are just as deadly as an eagles talons. at times nightpaw comes off as a dark and brooding tom who'd rather be left alone. however, deep down he's just a normal silly apprentice. his hobbies include stuffing his denmates nests with pebbles as well as collecting leaves he finds neat. past his friendly and warm personality nightpaw can still be serious when needed. he grew up with two brothers and wishes to grow just as strong as them to become a valued and respected member of the clan he loves.
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nightkit nightpaw nightpelt

[xayah]

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snakekit snakepaw snaketooth snakestar
98 moons//roughly 8 years
tom-cat//male
warrior
detached, quiet, somber
sweet, loyal, strong
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ＯＨ， ＷＥＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＳＴＩＬＬ ＴＡＬＫＩＮＧ？
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xxx“Berrypaw come back. You know we aren't allowed out here by ourselves!" Snakepaw hissed, his eyes surveying the dark forest surrounding him. He and his sister had only been named apprentices the night before and now she had managed to drag him beyond the camp walls with no supervision. The trees loomed above them, making him feel like a newborn kit that just stumbled outside the nursery where full grown warriors towered around him. The trees branches swayed and an eerie groan echoed in the leaves. Snakepaw couldn't stop the shiver that wracked his tiny body.
xxx"Stop whining, are you still a kit?" Berrypaw sneered. With a mighty leap and a lot of scrambling she pulled herself atop a fallen tree. There she stood with her chest puffed out and tail held high. Her yellow eyes sparkled in the dark. "I couldn't stand being cooped up in the nursery all those moons. Now we're apprentices and soon we'll be warriors." She whispered the title sounding excited. "I'll be a warrior in no time and you'll be left crawling in my shadow, Snakepaw." And with that Berrypaw jumped down from the log and landed on the other side out of Snakepaw's sight.
xxxWith wide eyes Snakepaw studied the log. There was no way he was getting up there without a struggle and no way he'd even attempt, much too afraid of hurting himself in the process. But Berrypaw's words stirred inside his head. They were rather unsettling for some reason. In her shadow? Me? Snakepaw laughed the thought away. I"ll be in no cats shadow. I am Snakepaw. There is no other cat like me. I will be great! Yet even his own mind couldn't stop the unease that burrowed in his heart. He paused for a moment, listening. Berrypaw must be waiting for him on the other side but he desperately wished she'd climb back over so they could go back to camp. Back to safety.
xxxSnakepaw couldn't hear anything except for the rustling of leaves overhead and the scuttling of mice between the cracks in roots. "Berrypaw." He whispered. No response. "Berrypaw!" He raised his voice, growing more anxious by the second. Still no reply came. So Snakepaw mustered all his strength, crouched low to the ground, rocked his haunches side to side, and burst forward and up with every muscle in his legs. He crashed into the trees side and immediately dug his claws into the rough bark trying to hoist himself up and over. When he finally managed to pull his weight up Snakepaw came barreling head over paws onto the ground. "Yowch!" He cried, unscrambling his legs and rising slowly to his paws again. A dull pain throbbed above his right eye and he took a moment to regain his bearings.
xxxUnsurprisingly this side of the fallen tree looked no different than the side he had just come from. But that was unimportant. What Snakepaw really wanted right now was to find Berrypaw and drag her back to camp. They weren't supposed to be out here in the first place. Snakepaw's mentor had told him they'd learn hunting techniques that evening when he returned from patrol. Yet that promise was long forgotten to the little tom. He gazed around but caught no sign of his sister. His tail twitched nervously behind him as he took a few steps forward. "Berrypaw." He hissed again. Suddenly a loud crack erupted in the trees and something heavy crashed on top of Snakepaw. He yowled in surprise and tore himself from the mysterious figures grip. His heart was thundering in his ears and his eyes focused and unfocused on the cat now stood before him.
xxx"Ahahaha! You should have seen your face!" Snakepaw recognized the cat instantly and bristled in response though slightly relieved. "Oh Starclan that was great! I wasn't expecting the branch to snap but I'm sure glad it did." Berrypaw shook with laughter while trying to catch her breath.
xxx"That's enough, Berrypaw, let's go back already. It's getting dark and we'll get lost." As if to prove his words a dark cloud passed over the canopy of leaves and blocked any sunlight filtering through. Snakepaw jumped as a thundering crack split the sky and rain began to pour down. Within seconds the drops seeping through the blanket of leaves had his fur soaked and already he was shaking from the cold. "P-please Berryp-paw?" he pleaded. But Berrypaw had vanished.
xxxWith the rain in his eyes Snakepaw could see very little. His body shook with fear (or he likes to believe it was the rain that caused his trembling) and his heart quickened its pace. Where was Berrypaw now? She was right there only seconds ago she couldn't have gone far! Just then a shrill cry pierced through the drumming of the rain and Snakepaw jumped. Berrypaw! his eyes lit up. With what little instinct he had Snakepaw took off in the direction of the cry. Or at least he hoped it was the direction. The rain thundered above and the trees stretched out in an endless maze. He was barely able to stop himself from flying into the river that cut through the forest. Its dark waters surged and foamed almost as if a thousand cats were trapped below all of them trying to reach out and escape. And within the raging water was Berrypaw.
xxxIn that moment time stood still. The look of utter terror on Berrypaw's face was mirrored on his own. She clung desperately to the bank while the waves continuously submerged her head. "Snakepaw!" She cried pathetically, choking on water. "Help me!" But Snakepaw was frozen. His eyes as wide as the full moon but unseeing. Conflicted he made his way as close to the waters edge as he could, slipping on wet leaves and mud. He knew if he got any closer he'd be swept in as well and they'd both inevitably die. But what was there he could do? Berrypaw's head broke through the surface again, bringing his attention back, and he looked around frantically. A gnarly and twisted branch lay buried in the mud a tail-length away. Snakepaw dug it free ignoring the pain in his claws as he pried at the branch. When he had a hold of it he swung it towards his sister, jaw clenched tight. It took all of his remaining strength and will to pull, his teeth protesting greatly. And then it snapped. He felt as if he were suddenly in a dream. And he prayed that was all it was. A horrible nightmare that he would wake up from. That, as he watched his sisters small body get swept away, he'd suddenly wake up back in camp where she'd be sound asleep beside him.

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xxxSnaketooth sat among a group of warriors on an especially hot day. The shade the trees provided did little to keep the air from becoming dry and stiflingly warm. He groomed his paws contently until a nasty hiss caught his ears. The warriors around him grew rigid and he could sense they were uncomfortable. He looked up and was greeted by none other than his mother, Mouseclaw, now an elder, who was staring him down from the elders den.
xxx"Look at you," she bit out, her voice hoarse from age. "Sitting there pretending everything is fine. And it is, isn't it? The life of a murderer is just fine." By now the warriors that once sat beside him were inching away and more cats had come out of their den to see what was happening. But they were all used to this. Ever since Snaketooth's sister Berrypaw had tragically died his own mother could hardly look at him. The old she-cat believed he was at fault for her daughters death and no longer saw Snaketooth as her son but as a villain that had ruined her life.
xxxYet despite the twinge of sadness in his heart the warrior remained unbothered and expressionless. He had long since stopped mourning Berrypaw's death and moved on with his life. Snaketooth would simply ignore her frosted words. After all, he'd been doing it for the past fifty moons.

Ｉ ＳＴＯＰＰＥＤ ＣＡＲＩＮＧ ＬＯＮＧ ＡＧＯ．．．
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xxxfinchwing
xxxshe-cat
xxx19 moons
xxxwarrior

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hetero
soft creamy white fur
light blue eyes
smells of lavender

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no crush
no mate
✓ keen, loyal
✗ easily distracted

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[xayah]