Character Idea/Character Forms

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scorpionkit/scorpionpaw/scorpiontail/scorpionstar
scorpion - for his lean body • tail - for his long tail
tomcat • 39 moons • leader of desert clan • little
pelt • gingertail • no siblings • no crush • no mat
e • eventual kit falconkit, name here, name here

cautious • careful • thorough • intelligent • airy
gullible • naive • loyal • determined • organized
kindhearted • gentle • nervous • outspoken • lov
ing • trustworthy • trusting • respectful • fierce

Scorpionstar’s story starts right after the fall of Speckledfur. His parents were valiant warriors who had earned their names as warriors when they had assisted Coyotestar in the destruction of the clan’s greatest threat. They had fallen in love as loners and had lived their lives together, assuming that they would never birth kits into the loneliness of the desert, aside from their single kit they had already birthed. When they joined the clan, however, that promise shattered and soon another kit was born. Scorpionstar was born alongside Riverkit and Moonkit but both were sadly stillborn, only given names so that they may join the ranks of Starclan happily. Scorpionstar, however, was healthy in all regards and grew quickly. He was skinnier than most kits, earning him his name, and his tail was unusually lengthy and thin. As he suckled it often curled up over his head, making him appear almost as if he had a stinger. He never grew into his tail and as a paw, it created complications in his training. He wasn’t as balanced as most other cats, struggling to figure out exactly how to work his lengthy tail. It often quivered, stirring the grass around him so that prey heard him coming long before he was close enough to make the fatal leap, but the young apprentice didnt give up. Determined to become a warrior at the same time as his denmates, he worked extra hard figuring out his tail. He learned slowly how to balance properly and instead of holding his tail straight when he hunted, he curled it over his back, giving him an even greater appearance of a scorpion. He accomplished his goal at 12 moons, becoming a warrior with his denmates. He earned the name Scorpiontail thanks to his strange hunting techniques. He worked hard as a warrior, even after the untimely death of his parents who were killed during a fight with a coyote. He mourned their deaths but not once did he stop working on his warrior status. He had earned so much respect in the first year as a warrior that he began to lead patrols on his own as well as hunting parties. He refused to return home without at least one or two items of prey, this included in the cooler months of winter. He often helped the medicine cats collect herbs, tended to wounded outside of the camp and helped kits in need of assistance. He became loved by his clanmates and shortly after the disappearance of their deputy, Coyotestar named him deputy. Though he was young for a deputy he raised to the challenge, keeping his head on straight and keeping the clan organized, but nothing had prepared him for the death of the leader. Coyotestar succumb to infections after a deadly bite from a ragged loner, and lost the last two of her remaining lives, leaving the new deputy in charge of the clan. He is still uncertain as to why Starclan gave him his nine lives as he has never felt as though he was prepared enough for leadership and often he seeks counsel from his close companions and older warriors.

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name: oddpaw, oddeye age: six moons
gender: molly, identifies as molly sexuality: bisex
ual rank: apprentice, warrior mentor: stripeheart

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oddpaw has a single brother, brittlepaw, who was born alongside
her. she has no other kin in the clan as her mother died during b
irth, her foster mother died of heatstroke and her father was ne
ver named by her mother. she has no current friends and fights w
ith her brother more often than not. she has no love interest but
may possibly be open to ones in the future. she hopes to earn her
warrior name at the same time as her brother does, if not before
her brother does.

oddpaw is a rather shy cat, often keeping to herself and barely s
peaking when confronted by others. she is flinchy and nervous, l
argely due to the fact that she has had very little actual social in
teraction with anyone but her brother. she is intelligent and thou
gh she doesn't speak she is highly observant of everything that go
es on around her. she is clever and cunning, able to outsmart ene
mies rather than just rely on brute strength of her teeth and cla
ws. while she is shy, once she opens up she is a chatterbox and t
here is almost no way to get her to be quiet.
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🌹'rose' for the soft red hues of her pelt/'petal' for the gentle nature her mother saw🌹

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name: rosekit, rosepaw,
age: she is 65 moons old
gender: she is female
sexuality: pansexual
rank: kit, apprentice, warrior
built: lanky but muscled.
fur: medium haired, lovely
russet shade with some black.
eyes: pale green
skills: she is a talented fighter
and rather good at hunting.
impression: cold & distant
main traits: stubborn & fiery
+ traits: intelligent & outspoken
- traits: decietful & untrusting

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parents: her mother was
coyotestar, leader of desert
clan. her father was hawkcry
the tyrant.
siblings: mosspaw and hawkpaw
were her sisters.
kin: she does not have any kin
that she is aware of.
interest: open
mate: none
kits: none
mentor: was flareears
apprentice: none
friends: scorchfur, stripeheart
enemies: speckledfur
voice: elizabeth schuyler
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Rosepetal was born into a world of chaos. The daughter of the tyrant Hawkclaw and the misguided Coyotestar, she was immediately looked down upon from her clanmates. As she grew she was often avoided, disliked and quite frankly bullied. She grew to distrust the cats around her and her personality took on traits similar to that of her father. She never really formed bonds though she had fallen deeply in love with Sandpaw, grandson of the great and powerful Scorchstar. She was her mother’s look alike though her fur was longer, dragging dust along the ground when she would hunt. She has always had issues with trust and rarely talks to others. When she was young, her favorite place to go was atop the oasis where her father was buried. To this day, she often returned to the spot to sleep or to talk with her father in an attempts to return the love he never got to give her, although now her mother rests side by side with him (her idea of course) and so she spends time grieving the both of them. If she is missing from the clans campground, she is most likely giving her blessings to her parents. The day before she earned her warriors name, Speckledfur had launched her first attack on the clan, leaving Rosepaw in disarray as she had, for a short time, joined the tyrant of a she-cat but had recently turned her back on her teachings after receiving dreams from her father, guiding her back to her mother and teaching her fighting skills only he knew. Speckledfur left her with a large scar across her right flank that still shows even now and left her partially blind in one eye, though she tells no one about this small disability. She left Speckledfur with intense confusion when she used fighting skills only her father had known, and the she-cat fled shortly after. When Speckledfur was killed, the she-cat had gazed upon her in utter disbelief and though she despised her, she still mourned her death afterwards as an apprentice would a mentor.

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'scorch' - grandfather • 'fur' - grandmother
tomcat • 69 moons • warrior • heterosexual

Meet Scorchfur, the son of Flareears and Thornwhisker, Grandson of Scorchstar and Sandfur. He is a respected warrior though he tends to be a bit too flirtatious for his own good. He can be rather arrogant and prideful but is always willing to help out a fellow warrior if needed. The lengthy tom cat stands taller than most of the other cats, stemming from his bloodline and holds the same authoritative look as his grandfather before him did. He is not selfish but can be possessive from time to time, generally over those he loves, but he is always able to be talked down and never becomes aggressive unless there is reason behind it. He will defend his family at all costs and is loyal to a t to his clan, believing that they should be respected above all else. He is a fantastic hunter and talented fighter but his height can sometimes give him away during other of these tasks. He refuses to come home without food and dislikes when other warriors take food without first putting work into helping the clan. He has no current apprentice and isn’t really looking for a relationship but that doesn’t mean he isn’t open to one. This tomcat has been through a lot and with the lost of his leader he is very touchy about the new tom. He does not particularly like Scorpionstar but respects him nonetheless and will eventually grow to respect the slender tomcat.

(will eventually write more but for now)

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▸welsh origin means speckled/irish origin means freckled◂

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tomcat//21 moons//loner//will fall for hollowwatcher
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meet brecken, the black and white speckled loner who
is best known as the goofball of the desert. he has is n
ot the most responsible of cats and often gets himself i
nto situations in which he winds up stuck between a ro
ck and a hard place. he likes to adventure and mess ar
ound, often taunting other loners and even larger pred
ators. he was not always a loner, once a happy kittype
t, he was loved and cared for in a home until his goofy
antics caused him to break a prized possession of his o
wners. He was abandoned not long after, thrown out o
f the car and left to die in the heat of the desert, but
he didn't. he learned quickly how to handle himself an
d grew 'street smarts' so to speak. Despite his goofy an
tics and outgoing personality, he is very capable of bei
ng serious when the situation is requires it. this is extr
emely obvious when he falls in love with someone. he
is not at all cautious about the things he says and is e
xtremely blunt with his beliefs or thoughts. He is smar
t and clever and figures things out very easily, leaving
him able to work around most situations.

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Ｗｅ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ
ｇｏ ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ
ｗｅ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ
ｔｒｙ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ
ｎｅｗ， ｂｏｙ Ｉ
ｒｅａｌｌｙ ｄｏｎ＇ｔ
ｃａｒｅ ａｓ ｌｏｎｇ
ａｓ Ｉ＇ｍ ｗｉｔｈ
ｙｏｕ．

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female • warrior • 22 moons • bisexual • orphaned • of kittypet origin • no siblings • no crush/mate • no kits

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Pricklepelt is a slender she-cat, her pelt his thin but sticks up at all times along her spine for reasons unknown. She stands at about thirteen inches and weighs about seven pounds, leaving her looking oddly thin in comparison to her height. She has large ears that are slightly rounded at the tips yet still seem to hold a sort of point to them. Her coloring is that of the average brown tabby however, rather than stripes throughout she has some patches that are speckled. Her chest has a large white patch as well as her hind right paw. Her tail has a blackened tip as do her ears leaving her with some unique markings. She his agile due to her leanness but lacks muscle necessary to put up much of a fight. Her tail is of average length but is rather thin like the rest of her body though it crooks at the end due to a previous injury when trapped inside the room she was born in.

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Absentminded • Breezy • Casual • Deter
mined • Obedient • Noncommittal • Sar
castic • Solitary • Unambitious • Tough

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Adaptable • Capable • Charming • Efficient • Cal
m • Fair • Farsighted • Genuine • Gentle • Good-
Natured • Open-minded • Optimistic • Generous

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Abrupt • Aloof • Anxious • Cautious • Err
atic • Fatalistic • Grim • Irrational • Moo
dy • Obsessive • Paranoid • Possessive

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Pricklepelt doesn’t remember much of her past, born into a chaotic household, a kittypet of sorts. However, unlike most kittypets she was never shown affection, often ignored or worse… abused. She lived a life of fear in a small, closed off room filled with multiple cats and multiple litters. She never actually knew who her true mothers was, often shifted between litters, she eventually assumed she was orphaned as, for the most part, no other kits were passed around the way she was. She barely remembered the warm scent of milk often overpowered by the scent of urine and feces that littered the floor and before she was six months old she knew the pain of a broken rib and twisted paw, her handlers being extremely aggressive with her. When she was six moons old, life changed. More two legs came and slowly but surely cats began to vanish, never to return again, their fates forever unknown. She managed to twist her way from a two legs grasp and slip out the slightly cracked door. The event was followed by loud shouts that reverberated through her ears painfully, the sun making her grimace, her head pounding in response but she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until she found herself deep in the desert, disoriented and dehydrated, dragged down by the violent heat wave that had overwhelmed the arizonan desert. She found herself collapsed in the shade of a tree, her sides heaving, maw parted in a heavy pant. It was there that she ran across her first warrior cat, patrolling with a group of three others. Though she had not crossed their borders she was spotted by the patrol and, non aggressively, approached. The leader of this patrol was the well respected Scorchfur. She could hardly lift her head to meet the concerned voices of her rescuers as they struggled to figure out a way to take her to camp. The normally strict Scorchfur found a soft spot in his heart for the weak and dying she-cat. Eventually they lifted her between two cats and carried her off towards the camp. Coyoteclaw greeted them with curiosity and worried and the she-cat was immediately rushed to Softberry’s den where she stayed for several days before her body fully recovered from not only the heat and dehydration but starvation and physical trauma as well. She joined the clan cats for the first day with absolutely no name to give, just simply cat. She was highly cautious of every warrior that approached her, knowing the capabilities that other cats held. However, she was eventually approached by Coyotestar and almost immediately the female dropped her head in utter respect, feeling the power that danced from the she-cats pelt. She was offered a place in the clan and though hesitant the young she-cat agreed. She was later given the name Pricklepaw, Prickle for the way her pelt stands on end constantly, and eventually given the name Pricklepelt. She learned quickly, like any apprentice and was praised for her efforts, receiving her name at 13 moons.

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tomcat • 18 moons • loner • uncertain (possibly bisexual) • orphaned • no siblings • no crush/mate • no kits

Meet Brixx, the fiery loner with a pelt to match. He is a slender tomcat, weighing only six pounds and standing at only seven inches tall he is not the largest cat around. His bones do not show through his pelt though he has a very clear waistline. His ears are large and pointed at the tip, his hearing being excellent, not just because of their large size. One of his most notable traits is the lack of his right eye, now just an empty socket covered by skin. He doesn’t let this disability hinder him in his life. Although he can be a bit touchy on his right side, he, for the most part, it doesn’t bother him. He occasionally notices the missing eye but rarely does it affect what he does, except for hunting. He is a very protective and possessive cat, often risking his own life to defend those he truly cares for. Though he would make a good clan cat, he has no interest currently in becoming one, much too focused on enjoying the freedom being a loner offers him. The carefree cat is highly irresponsible as he was never truly taught responsibility and likes to turn anything into a joke. There is no serious side to him, though that is easily changeable but he has no mentor and never knew his parents. His carefree, troublesome personality can get him into some major trouble, leaving him in harm's way quite often though he generally finds a way to weasel himself out of any situation.

There wasn’t much to this young cats history, born to a raggedy stray in the middle of an alley alongside five siblings, he was different from the start. Though at birth, his defect was not noticeable, something was always different. He struggled to balance with his right side, often struggling forward with his left side. His mother immediately deemed him weak but she nursed him until his eyes had parted and the milk white eye was exposed. She hadn’t thought much about what she would do were one of her kits be born unhealthy, so the female was at a loss. After several days of uncertainty, she took the young kit up by the scruff and left her kits hidden in the shadows of the alleyway. She dropped the small bundle at the edge of the street several blocks away before returning to her place with her kits. That was the start of young Brixx’s life. He stayed on that corner mewling and shivering until a small two-leg pointed him out. It took her only a short time to convince her parents not to leave the ‘pathetic’ creature on his own as the night fell, knowing the temperature of the desert dropped dramatically with the night skies. Brixx was named by these kind two-legs and taken in, nursed with false, but still nutritious, milk and warmed in the confines of a small box and a soft, furry blanket reminding him of his mother back before the cold hard cement had become his closest friend. He was a rather easy kit at first, suckling powerfully, growing quickly, but his growth was always stunted and his milky eye slowly grew more and more painful leaving him screaming for hours with no known cause to the two legs. After a trip to a place that smelled of cleaning products, he was taken to the back and the last thing he remembered was an odd plastic shape being pressed against his face before he woke up in a cold metal box, surrounded by other creatures, mewling, whining, barking. He was more than pleased when he was returned to the loving arms of his family. Brixx didn’t realize he had lost his eye, so used to being blind on his right side, he acted the same as always, if anything a bit more troublesome, the pain now gone. He spent many moons in this home until a fire started in the house. Though he woke his family, saving their lives, he was lost in the flames, confused on how to get out with his family. He leapt through a window, and in disorientation, darted out into the desert, lost in the never ending browns of the land. He never found his way back home, and has since been living in the desert as a loner.

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⚔ Daenerys • Female • Four Years • Daughter of previous Luna • Lead Kappa/Hunter
Born In Pack • Pantheon (Brother); Denali (Brother) • No current love interest, Possible interest in Cerberus later on ⚔

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Daenerys (aka. Dani) is a large she wolf standing at two feet
and six inches.Her legs are long and slender giving her an air
of grace when she walks. Her pelt is tinted orange and whit
es with some darker brown flecking throughout. She has dee
p green eyes that seem to linger with a dangerous sparkle a
nd her ears are large and widespread giving her rather exce
ptional hearing. She is quick and spry in her movements and
is better at running than fighting, which is why she is a hunt
er over anything else. Her large paws may seem to make he
r step heavy but in reality she has a light step as if she is wa
lking upon air rather than crunching along the forest floor. S
he has fear, thick claws that offer her grip on prey and durin
g fights and her coat is thick and sleek making it harder for
enemies to hold onto her. She has a rather long, bushy tail t
hat can occasionally irritate the female wolf when it snags o
n or disrupts something close to her.

voice: Daenerys Targaryan
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Aggressive • Ambitious • Sarcastic • Solitary • Tough • Domi
nating • Determined • Stubborn • Proud • Sensual • Complex
Capable • Courageous • Daring • Dauntless • Focused • Matu
re • Observant • Skillful • Passionate • Logical • Independent
• Confident • Alert • Abrupt • Aloof • Anxious • Cautious • E
rratic • Fatalistic • Grim • Irrational • Moody • Obsessive • P
aranoid • Possessive

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Prophecy, the word had whispered around her since she was young, yet when she had first appeared in the world the packs were blind to its truth. She had been born into a litter of three, yet even as she heard these prophecies spoken, or whispered in hushes around the den, no one seemed to turn their eyes towards the luna's offspring. Instead, everyone seemed to look away from the fact, even herself. She loved the stories, surely, sitting eagerly at the paws of the elder wolves, lapping at the words that danced through the air, sliding daintily from their maws into her impressionable ears, yet as she grew these stories meant little. She craved the darkness and craved her time alone, spending hours on end sitting, or more than likely, pacing outside of the den, her eyes trained on the sky. The one thing that could drag her out of her mind, into the life of the wolf, was the hunt. The drastically fervent thrill of her paws scraping the hard ground as they carried her closer and closer to the sweet, delectable meal that waited for her at the end of the hunt. She loved the shrill cry of the dying elk or the harsh scream of the bleeding hare. She was a killer, though not in a sense that made her dangerous, though her temper was one to be wary of. Never was Daenerys the most tolerant but she withheld her tongue until the time proved right or, perhaps, necessary. She was careful on the words she chose but sought to speak her mind, always and always with an air of confidence that could not be matched yet again, she ended her nights sitting alone outside the den, eyes scanning the ever sparkling sky. Daenerys was never really close to her siblings, and if she were quite honest, she loathed them. Both males leaving her the only female among the bunch and of course, that lead to her being the lesser. Taunted and teased by two males whom towered her when they were younger left her loath to the two she called blood and brutes in general. She is ever hesitant in love and never seems to care much for the factor, her cold exterior leaving much to be desired for a prospective mate. Yet she cares little what prospects think of her, she is, after all, her own wolf and she will act as such in all accounts.

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You know nothing, Jon Snow

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ygritte • female • two years • drifter • a
lbino • red eyes • 2 feet 6 inches • 125
pounds • daughter of styr and caitlyn •
sister of westeros • instert love interest

voice = [url]y[/url]gritte

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Ygritte is a fiery young wolf, bold in her actio
ns as well as her words. she is powerful and i
ndependent yet as a romantic side to her. sh
e is flirtatious and rather outspoken with a fi
erce mouth. she has no qualms about fighting
and is not a huge fan of pack wolves, but rat
her believes in utter freedom. she would kill
for those she loves and is loyal to the bone

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All men must die, Jon snow.
But first, we'll live.

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Is Orell right? Are you still a crow? It's time you proved yourself.

They liked to call themselves the renegades, a small pack of five wolves, all drifters, co-mingling together in a show of power against the packs, or so they thoughts, but drifters rarely joined, content in their life of freedom. Most of the wolves in the pack were male, large brutes with dangerous claws and teeth but a soft spot in some cases, one of these cases was the young she-wolf Caitlyn who joined the group in her time of desperations. She was found alone, starving and heavy with pups, and so she was taken in, fed and nurtured and given the name Lyn. She rarely answered to it but she attempted to. She was given kindness and hospitality, and by the time her five pups came she had gained her weight back and her pelt gleamed brilliantly.

Of the five creatures that slid from her womb only two survived, the smallest female and the largest male. The others passed on, nameless, into the arms of Fenris. Their mother doted on them daily, taking special care to raise her son, leaving her daughter to grow into a wild creature, fierce as a bear guarding cubs. She learned everything on her own as she sat back and watched her mother tend to Westeros. He was fed every meal, taught to hunt, excused from punishments, and the like whilst she sat back, fought for every bite of food, punished severely for any actions that were deemed ‘unfit’ and struggled to catch a single rabbit on her own.

At the age of eight months, Ygritte knew the best way to kill a rabbit, a deer, a bird, a squirrel, a wolf or any other creature that dared to cross her path. She became outspoken, unworried about the things she said or the feelings others would have. She held no love for the pack, however and upon her first year she left, disappearing into the wilderness. The freedom was a welcome setting compared to her previous, harshly strict, pack setting. She enjoyed doing as she pleased and going where she liked yet she knew something was devastatingly wrong. That was soon proven when she returned to her packs hunting grounds and found her brother bleeding out onto the forest floor. Crimson soaked her snow white paws, leaving them tinged with red and stinking of copper, yet she couldn’t find words to comfort the large brute.

There was nothing she could say yet she pressed her muzzle gingerly against his shoulder blades and whispered her apologies gently. Her mother was found not far from him but while she offered her brother love, all she could manage for her mother was a hard cold stare. She returned to her own den, attempting to forget the sight of slaughter that she had witness and has remained in her place since then.

You swore some vows. . . I want you to break 'em.
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