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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Fancy Bluepaw Blue-eyes
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: She-cat
Aɢᴇ: 8 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Apprentice

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Bluepaw is a lithe she-cat with long cream fur. Around her muzzle, ears, and paws she has faint flame-colored points that blend in seamlessly with her surrounding fur. Similar colored rings also decorate her long, fluffy tail. She has a pink nose and dazzling blue eyes, unusual for a forest cat. Her thin legs are hidden by her thick underbelly fur, and her paws are small and dainty. Long tufts of fur stick between er toes, but they seem well-groomed.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Bluepaw is the quieter of the two siblings. She's shy and prefers to let her brother speak for her. At Gatherings, she's practically stuck to either Redpaw's side or her mentor's, unwilling to venture off and meet other cats. Though she has few friends due to her demeanor, those that stick around are able to see the friendly cat that hides beneath the shell. She's sweet and caring, and she is eager to give a listening ear. She likes to solve the problems of others, as it makes her feel better about herself.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Bluepaw was born as a kittypet under the name Fancy, and she grew up with her brother Chance. The two have an unusually strong bond, to the point that they can finish each other's sentences. When her brother learned there was a different life in the forest, she was worried about how eager he seemed to discover it. Unable to let her brother leave on his own, however, Fancy followed after him. By sheer luck, the Clan was in need of warriors and found the makings of warriors in these two strangely colored siblings. Fancy was given the name Bluepaw, and she soon discovered that these ruffians weren't as bad as they seemed.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Eaglecry
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Tom
Aɢᴇ: 63 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Loner

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Eaglecry has seen better days, if his scarred appearance is any indication. The top of his left ear is entirely gone, and he has several long scars raking his flank. Still, his yellow eyes have some light in them, so he clearly hasn't finished the fight yet. His pelt is long and a light brown, with deep tabby markings marring the surface. It seems to be frazzled and unkempt, perhaps a sign that the loner doesn't really care for his appearance anymore. He has large black claws that he rarely uses, and his strong, powerful legs could do him well in a fight if he ever sought one.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Eaglecry is quite introverted, preferring to keep to himself and away from other cats. When others do come across him, he's been known to be quite harsh, but he won't attack unprovoked. This tom simply values his alone time, and he isn't eager to find anyone to fill the lonely void quite yet. He takes life day by day, focusing on the present rather than the future, and he seems to be quite intelligent. He's able to develop well-thought plans, whether it comes to moving dens or catching prey. He isn't very willing to change his morals for anyone, and he defends his own opinions with a frightening ferocity.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

His mother was cast out of an old Clan after mothering the kits of a loner, and thus Eaglecry himself grew up as a rogue. Named with a warrior name out of spite by his mother, she trained him and his siblings as fighters, and she told them of the strictness of the warrior code and how it could do no more than break cats down. He didn't quite understand the harshness his mother felt, though he did feel some of his own resentment toward the Clan that broke down his mother. When his mother passed away, he watched his brother, Hawk, flee to begin working on a revenge act, and his sister, Kestreleye, wandered off into the forest, never to be seen again. Eaglecry stuck to the plains bordering the Clans, deciding to live life on his own.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Kestreleye
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: She-cat
Aɢᴇ: 63 Moons
Rᴀɴᴋ: Warrior

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Kestreleye is large for a she-cat, though perhaps she only looks so because of her huge fur. Her pelt is long and silky; it is clearly very taken care of. It's brown with deep bark-colored tabby markings running down the length of it, twisting and turning all along her fur. She has intelligent yellow eyes that flicker with hope, and bright tan fur rings them. Her legs and claws are both powerful, but she prefers to not use them in battle. Instead, her strong haunches allow her to easily clear jumps, and her long, fluffy tail helps her balance in the trees when she explores the woods.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Kestreleye is a kind soul, if a bit silent. She takes joy in everything she does, whether it be replacing bedding or taking a walk through the woods. She does her best to find the positives in every little thing in life, believing that it'll ease her broken soul. In times of trouble and sorrow, she pulls back on herself, and she's very unwilling to talk about her personal problems. Those who pry too much or too hard will often get a sharp retort, possibly even a swipe. Though she's dedicated herself to a life of peace now, her rogue origins will occasionally surface when she's upset enough.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Her mother was cast out of an old Clan after mothering the kits of a loner, and thus Kestreleye herself grew up as a rogue. Named with a warrior name out of spite by her mother, she trained her and her siblings as fighters, and she told them of the strictness of the warrior code and how it could do no more than break cats down. All Kestreleye could see was a crazed she-cat, stricken with grief. Still, she stuck with her family, as it was the only one she had. When her mother passed, her brother, Hawk, ran off toward the bogs with hatred in his heart, and Kestreleye felt her heart break. With a final goodbye to her brother, Eaglecry, and made her way toward a kind Clan she'd heard of. She sought peace, so that she nor any cat around her could be hurt again. She began her work as a warrior, hoping to erase the past.

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Nᴀᴍᴇ: Elis Sagefallow
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male
Aɢᴇ: 21
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Bisexual
Vᴏɪᴄᴇ: Lord Huron

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Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:

Elis is an average man of very many average things. He's not terribly tall, he weighs about as much as the next guy, and he's not particularly muscular or skinny. With a sort of boy-next-door vibe, he can often be overlooked. His short brown hair is cropped tight in the back, and at the top brown curls spill down his head. His hair isn't styled, always looking a bit unruly and messy, but he doesn't seem to mind. He has lightly tanned skin with no remarkable scars, other than a few small moles and light brown birthmark about the size of a fist on his left ribs.

The only thing remarkable about Elis is the way he dresses--it's impeccable compared to the rest of him. Button-downs paired with beige or green dress vests decorate his upper half, and occasionally he'll wear a tie depending on whether or not he wants to struggle with one for ten minutes. Nice grey slacks hug his hips, always secured in place with a leather belt. He tops off his look with a pair of brown loafers.

Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:

Born a prince, Elis has a certain quality of charm and charisma about him. He's well-mannered and chivalrous, always willing to hold open doors for ladies or settle arguments with a cup of tea and a good joke. A lack of true human interaction has left him a bit dim-witted, however, and he can often be completely oblivious in situations that require a bit of finesse. Insatiably curious, he's quite the bookworm, and he has no qualms talking to complete strangers to learn their stories. With a complete lack of self-preservation, he often cheerily charges ahead to discover what the world has to offer him.

Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Elis was born in a small kingdom to a prince and his disputed lover, and as the first-born and only son he naturally inherited the title of crown prince. His grandfather, the king, ruled the kingdom as many do--with an iron fist, but an open heart. He didn't know politics nor did he care for them, so Elis often ignored his grandfather and instead focused on his studies. Unfortunately, life brought its own hardships, and his father passed away in the war and his mother left, having never claimed the true title of princess. From the age of six onward he was placed as the ward of his mentor, a skilled magician and tactician of the kingdom.

His mentor taught him how to use the magic he held within his blood, a unique power that had been carefully cultivated over the royal bloodlines. Many considered his magic to now be muddled with the blood of his mother, but Elis still proved to be very capable in magic. With his main proficiency being in life magic, he was able to create flora with intense concentration and raise dead flowers and minor fauna, such as insects, back to life. He was able to use more combative magic as well, but the young magician simply preferred to focus on the things he could create.

Unfortunately, tragedy struck again within his kingdom, and his grandfather passed away from an illness that quickly claimed his life. Too young to truly claim the throne and too weak-hearted to fend for himself, Elis was immediately overwhelmed by other nobles who scrambled to claim the throne for themselves. The kingdom was thrown into turmoil, and in an effort to protect the crown prince, his mentor sent him off to a school for elite magicians. Disguised as a noble, he was to reside there and further cultivate his magical abilities. Heavens knows if his kingdom will be in shambles by the time he's finished.