[AestheticDispleasure]

Username: AestheticDispleasure
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Gender: She-cat
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[SunnyStreets]

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→ravenwhisper's wish
→female
→medicine cat
[once i level up]
→waveclan
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Hey there! So you want to hear what my name is all about?
Blossombark. Bit odd, isn't it?

Well, here's the story.

I was born during greenleaf, my mother a rouge.
She called me Henna, after here sister.
But she died there, and my father was already dead.

Now,, I want to stop you,
before you get all sympathetic,
and start saying "oh poor you,
you're an orphan!"

Loads of cats are orphans.
Plus, I never knew either of them.
I hadn't even opened my eyes when
she bled out under the peach trees,
and like I said, he was long gone.

Now obviously, I'm a Clan cat now,
and Clans don't have names like
Henna. So I was renamed.
The trees were covered in blossoms
due to it being Greenleaf, and
the wind was constantly blowing them
off. So the Clan cats named me after the
blossoms that littered my fur.

When the Clan cats found me,
she was still alive, barely. She told them
my name was Henna, but they changed it.
I only found out when I was halfway through
my apprenticeship that Birchfire
wasn't my real mother.

As for the bark bit, that's simple.
Now I was training as a medicine cat apprentice,
and we didn't have anywhere to store the herbs
except in dusty dips in the sand.
You see, the medicine den was merely
a bramble den then.
I found the two hollow logs
that the den is now, and also had
the idea of using slabs of bark to store
the herbs in. So my mentor Swallowgaze
gave me the medicine cat name Blossombark.

And then I think somebody asked if I collect anything?
Yes. Flower petals, in honour of my name. I
dry one or two of each specimen I find,
then keep them on a special piece of bark
by my nest.

I think that if I ever have kits,
which of course is against the warrior code,
but... anyway, if I did, I would name them
after flowers or trees.

Probably peach, after my birthplace,
lily, my favourite flower, and
birch, a tree whose bark is always
really good for storing herbs in-
actually its' bark is the one which
I store my flowers in.

[Wileyfangs]

Username: Wileyfangs
Cat Name: Crookedtail
Gender: She-cat
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Swampclan
Rank: Warrior

How she got her name: Well before she was a warrior, she was a rogue, an old battle rival of Owlstar's back in the day. They called her crooked because of her ear that drooped to the side. When she came to Swampclan, driven by hunger and desperation she never would have guessed to see Owl standing there. When she had learned their way of life and accepted most of it, Owlstar decided to name her Crookedtail much to Crookedtail's relief.

What she collects:
Besides battle scars you mean? Her fur is riddled with them and each is an intricate story to be told. While battle scarred however, Crookedtail is hardly hungry for a fight as she once had been. She's been on the wrong side of teeth and claws enough. But she loves to tell stories about it to newcomers, kits, apprentices.

Extras:
Wip wip

[cyberdragon725]

Username: cyberdragon725
Cat Name: Hiddenmoon - Night of the Hidden Moon
Gender: She-cat
Age: 18 Moons
Clan: The Tribe of Frosted Pines
Rank: Warrior/Hunter

[eel.]

Username: Mistyleaf - she
Cat Name: Spottedpebble
Gender: She-cat
Age: 39 moons
Clan: GullClan
Rank: warrior

How she got her name: Spotted - for her spotted pelt
Pebble - for her pebble collection and the way she made the idea of pebble bridge out into the ocean
What she collects: Pebbles, like her name says
Feathers to give to kits and decorate her nest with

Extras:

[/trainwreck/]

[center]Username: /Trainwreck/
Cat Name: Mockingstar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 53 Moons
Clan: HurricaneClan
Rank:Leader

How she got her name:
A gentle breeze blew across the camp, rattling the tin boards that lined the nursery roof. The weather was pleasant, a little chilly for some cats, but it was a welcomed change from the muggy and humid air of the wet-season. Sunlight filtered in through the holes in the roof, shining a torbie in the eyes. She clenched them, baring her teeth in a hiss. A sudden shock of pain rippled through her body, making her flank and tail twitch. In a high pitched yowl, she called for HurricaneClan's medicine cat, who refused to leave the camp in wake of the torbie's kitting. Within heartbeats, the medicine cat was flying into the nursery with a stick and a mouthful of raspberries. The cat set everything down and called for a fellow warrior to fetch some poppy-seeds. The kitting didn't last very long, with only one kit- a calico she-cat- being born. The queen would have an easy and quick recovery.
With no sign of a mate, she was left to the nursery alone, only having fellow she-cats and elders as company. The cats of the clan would all suggest names, some like Dapplekit, Specklekit, and even Breamkit! None of the names seemed fitting and cats were getting anxious to hear what the mother would pick. Many others would often times speculate who the father was, but none were sure and just assumed it were a stray. About three sunrises after the kitting, the medicine cat came back in for the queen's daily check-up. The medicine cat looked over to her, asking, "Have you thought of a name yet?"
With some hesitation, the she-cat nodded.
"Yes, I'm going to go with Mockingkit." She replied firmly. The medicine cat raised a brow in shock.
"Mockingkit?" They repeated, thinking of how strange of a name that is. "Why would you pick that?"
The queen purred, shifting her weight over to a different side as the kit continued to nurse.
"Because I'm sick of listening to that fish-brained mockingbird that made its nest in the roof," She mewed, looking up at the tin panels. The medicine cat padded in closer, casting their gaze upward and seeing the nest.
"Oh! I see," they mewed. "That is a perfect name. It looks like the little bird will raise her young with you."
The queen sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Unfortunately..."

---

In a bout of giggles, Mockingkit scooped up her little pile of feathers that she had been collecting and storing in the nursery. The feathers would fall form the mockingbird nest, providing her with a source of entertainment. She didn't have any littermates to play with and the queen that had just moved in was still waiting to kit. Her mother could only do so much before losing her mind, so Mockingkit learned how to play by herself. She started to organize her feathers by size, sticking all of the little fluffy ones together, and then the medium round sized ones, and finally, the third pile of long and sharp ones. The feathers from the wings and tails had been her favorite. She liked to tangle them in her fur and run around with them until her mother would groom them out, scolding her for being messy. Some nights, Mockingkit would tickle the apprentices' or her mother's nose with the soft downy ones just to get some kind of reaction. She enjoyed being a kit despite being antsy to begin her training. Some of the older warriors would take time to play moss ball with her or teach her incredibly basic fighting and hunting moves while bringing home any interesting feathers they would find. The clan became fond of her feather collection, taking an interest in it and perhaps incorporating the feathers into their own celebrations and rituals.
Getting bored of looking at her feathers, she scooped them back all into a pile once again and started to pick out her favorite ones and remove any that weren't to her liking or too damaged. She knew she wouldn't be able to get some of the feathers anymore rather shortly once all of the birds would migrate back to their original homes, leaving her stuck with the usual and boring ones she was accustomed to.
Mockingkit padded over to where the nest was in the roof, standing up on her hind legs to see if she could catch a glimpse. The babies whined, screaming and screeching their usual annoying calls. She was desperate to see them, especially since she hadn't seen a baby bird before. The mother mockingbird left that morning and hasn't come back yet. Mockingkit's mother padded into the nursery in a hurry, scrambling over to Mockingkit and beginning to aggressively groom her.
"Mockingkit! You are a mess! I told you not to be rough-housing this morning." She snapped. Mockingkit tried to pull away but her mother had an incredibly strong grip on her. She suffered through her mother's raspy tongue, pouting through every second. Just in earshot, the deep, booming voice of Pelicanstar called through the camp, "Let all cat's gather for a Clan meeting!"
Please be for me!.
Mockingkit's mother took a deep breath and got up, nudging her out of the nursery. Mockingkit slightly stumbled, kicking up some of the dusty grass that were slowly growing lush once again. Warrior cats, apprentices, elders, the deputy, and the medicine cat were all collecting in the clearing, some still talking and absorbed in their conversation. Pelicanstar sat on a low, thick branch of a cedar elm tree, one that had been struggling to survive since the Great Storm. The tree was starting to look a little better with the weather growing warmer and raining a little bit here and there. The leader's cream pelt shone a bright red in the sunlight, making his frame look handsome. She joined the others in the clearing, her mother followed behind. Pelicanstar lifted his head and smiled. "Today," he started. "Is a very important day for a special little kit." He mewed. Mockingkit began to feel her heartbeat quicken, her face starting to shine with pride. It was it! It was finally time! She was going to be an apprentice!
"Mockingkit, please step forward."
His voice seemed louder and more bold than ever. Shaking with excitement, the calico kit stepped forward, making her way toward the cedar elm and stood in the center of the cats. She turned her head around to flash a quick glace at her mother who's face was filled with pride as well.
"StarClan has watched you grow and given you some friends to keep you busy as the only kit in the nursery. You are very in tune with your senses and this will provide great benefit. You have reached your six moons of kit-hood and it is time to step up and become an apprentice."
The medicine cat stepped forward, setting their tail on Mockingkit's shoulders. Then began to lead Mockingkit forward toward the cedar elm and off to the side. In a rather secluded area, tucked in around the roots of a cypress tree along the edge of the camp border was a small, shallow pool of water that glistened as patches of the sun shone and reflected off of it. Nudging her forward, Mockingkit went ahead and stepped into the pool, fully submerging herself. A jolt of panic surged through her body as she realized she couldn't breath. The icy-cold water swirled around her and made her start to shiver. Once she was sure she was entirely covered in the water, she shook her head back up, taking in a deep gasp of air. The clan cheered off in the background, calling her name and yowling remarks of encouragement and approval.
"Let's hear it for Mockingpaw!" Pelicanstar yowled as the two cats made their way back over, Mockingpaw shaking and shivering as water dripped off of her fur. The clan chanted and cheered, the celebration lasting long into the night.

---

Mockingpaw licked off her wounds, adrenaline still pulsing through her veins rapidly. She was not sure which blood was hers and which was from a feral cat. HurricaneClan had gotten into a vicious battle with a rather large group of bulky rogues, wanting to snag a large chuck of the Clan's territory in the French Quarter. The French Quarter was one of the most reliable food sources for the cats and provided them with everything they needed for their rituals and ceremonies, from the colored strings to the sweet and sugary foods thrown out in trash cans. It was just too vital and too sacred to give up. These were the roads that their own founders walked upon. Looking around, Mockingpaw saw that man of her fellow clan-mates were in bad decision, a black and white tom struggling with a massive internal injury that was certain to seal his fate. Others were still enthusiastic, energy bursting out of their mouths in charismatic and vulgar meows. She thought all of the differences were interesting and strange, all unique to each cat. Mockingpaw herself didn't suffer from too many injuries, mostly a few cuts and scrapes, nothing a little cobweb couldn't fix. She decided to walk out of the camp, padding onto the hot asphalt and dipping her muzzle into a small crevice in the ground. Water and small stones would collect here often times, although foul tasting, it was convenient. No cat was allowed to drink from the Sacred Pool under cypress unless the cat was sick. It was sacred and needed to be kept as such. Even the medicine cat would refuse to drink from there. Another warrior padded out after her, his wounds weren't very deep either. He gave her a smile and licked her cheek.
"You did incredibly well out there, I got to watch you for a little bit," he mewed. Mockingpaw turned her head away and blushed. Her mentor wasn't usually apt to giving out compliments, but this was the best one she ever received.
"Thank you!" She mewed enthusiastically, rubbing her head against his chin. She could hear a slight purr rising deep in the tom's throat and left him to his own vices. She made her way back to the camp, feeling a little more confident than usual. Her wounds stung, but she was now more than capable to push through it for sure.

...

"Let all cats gather for a Clan meeting!" Pelicanstar's voice carried through the camp clearing. The sun had barely risen, streaks of pink, blue, and yellow littered and scattered across the sky. Warriors emerged from their dawns yawning and stretching. Even the clan deputy wasn't ready for the meeting, fur still ruffled and sleep clouding their eyes. Mockingpaw stirred in her nest as her mentor prodded her awake, poking her all over with his large paw.
"Time to get up," he mewed, clearly tired and groggy. Mockingpaw stretched herself out, feeling all of her muscles tense up and then let out and she released her hold. She quickly scrambled up and got to her paws, shaking herself off. Dizziness with sleep, she padded into the clearing and sat down, wondering how Pelicanstar seemed wide awake.
"After the loss of a fellow clan-mate and the empowering victory from a half-moon ago, it's bee decided that now is the best time to shine some more hope into this clan and induct a new Warrior!" He yowled, his voice echoed through the trees. Even the birds grew quiet. A small mockingbird flew into the cedar elm the leader stood on, giving out a quick and sharp chirp. A few warriors moaned. "Mockingpaw, step forward."
Memories of her apprentice ceremony flooded back to her as excitement started to run its course through her body. Her wounds had healed nicely and her movements were fluid-like once again. Pelicanstar then turned to her mentor and beckoned him forward as well. "Do you feel Mockingpaw has done all that she could to grow and improve as an apprentice?" he asked. Her mentor nodded and gave a statement of agreement. "And," Pelicanstar continued, "do you feel that she has earned her place within the Clan as a warrior?"
Once again, more nodding and statements of agreement.
Mockingpaw's fur began to prickle, sticking out almost bush-like. She tried to calm herself down and making her fur lie flat to no avail. Pelicanstar nodded.
"Very well, Mockingpaw! You will begin your Warrior assessment. Following the traditions of our founders, your first task will be to swim the river!"

...

Mockingpaw's legs ached, her paw pads sore and cracked. She had been on them constantly and now after her meeting with StarClan, one that made her face some of her greatest fears, she had her results. She didn't want to get up from where she was, laying out by a cold rock near the Sacred Pool. She saw her reflection and that of Silver Pelt behind her. The sky was just starting to turn a milky purple, keeping a gray hue in color. She forced herself up to her paws and made her way over to the medicine den. The medicine cat was organizing some recently gathered herbs and sweet two-leg food. The sticky-sweet substance smelled delicious and made her already hungry stomach growl louder than ever, catching the attention of the medicine cat.
"So, what did StarClan say? Have you passed?"
Mockingpaw nodded, trying to keep her balance. All she could think about was how much her body ached and how badly she wanted to eat and sleep. Instantaneously, the medicine cat darted forward, embracing her in a quick hug before dashing off for Pelicanstar. She started to walk around the medicine den, sniffing at the sweets. She contemplated eating it, but remembered she wouldn't be allowed to until morning.
"Let all cats gather for a Clan meeting!" Pelicanstar yowled, climbing up to the cedar elm. The leaves were beginning to look fuller than ever and contrasted immensely with his pelt. Worn out warriors filled the clearing. A few kits who were about to be made apprentices any day now rushed out, hoping that the too would have a ceremony. Mockingpaw forced herself to enter the clearing and join her clan, doing all that she could mask her pain.
"I have received word that Mockingpaw has been accepted by StarClan as a recognized warrior!" he yowled. The cats tossed their heads back and yowled like a pack of wolves, some jumping around with excitement! Mockingpaw looked around nervously catching her mother watching her and nodding her head in approval.
"Mockingpaw, from this moment on, you shall be known as Mockingsong!"
Mockingsong held her head up high, savoring the moment in her brain as the cats began to chant and cheer her new name, hearing her mentor the loudest.

---

A beautiful, gorgeous mist swirled around Mockingsong, stars flittered past her in a blast of grace. A star-coated Pelicanstar padded forward, looking more handsome and youthful than any she-cat could imagine. He had a face full of pride on him, something that had never once left him. It was the one thing he had never lost in all of his moons of life. Mockingsong padded forward, touching noses with her old leader.
"I feel so grateful to be able to give you your first life, Mockingstar." He purred. The words felt strange in her ears, ringing through them with an unfamiliar tone. She swallowed down a choking feeling of anxiety, unsure of what to experience. She never dreamed of the day when she would become leader, never thinking it was possible. Here she was, about to start off a new journey.

What does she collect?
Ever since she was a kit, Mockingstar had collected feathers she found or was given. Having no kits in the den with her and only a nest of annoying mockingbirds and her mother for company, the feathered creatures grew on her. She had a strong fascination and would never kill a bird or even tasted one, regardless of how hungry she was. Growing up, Pelicanstar let her keep her feathers tucked away in a safe, dry place within his den where they would be protected from weather and damage. During her apprenticeship, she didn't get to collect as many as she wanted to but would pick them up one her late night strolls as a warrior, sometimes going with Pelicanstar who also had an appreciation for birds. His was definitely different than hers, but he liked to watch the large one he was named after and how they would dive in the water. Mockingstar would even bring him pelican feathers as gifts. The two had a strong and shared bond, which ultimately led him to picking her as deputy when the one before her retired, too old and frail to continue on. Mockingstar's youth and eccentric personality made her a desirable choice in his eyes. The clan even began to speculate when the two would have kits, they grew so close. Although no kits were ever born, the feather collection began to grow in size. Reaching leadership, Mockingstar had well over two-hundreds of feathers, all of varying shapes and sizes. She replaced all of the downy feathers with wing and tail feathers and adorned her beloved leader's den with those of the bird he was named after.
Now, Mockingstar will still go out on occasion and pick up feathers for not just her own collection, but for the clan's kits as well. They could search the camp, picking up any they could find and offer it to her as gifts for her trading. She accepted every offer graciously and has kept every feather given to her as a gift. Rumor has it that Mockingstar can still name who gave her every feather she has received and which bird it belongs to, but a cat has yet to test this this theory.[/b]

[tigerclaw]

Username: Gummyfox12364
Cat Name: LaurelStar
Gender: She-cat
Age: 20 moons
Clan: [url]ValerianClan[/url] (still need to make thread .-.)
Rank: Leader
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How she got her name:
What she collects: res collects laurel and valerian for special reason
Extras: n/a

[Only_Sky]

Username: Only_Sky
Cat Name: Turtlenose
Gender: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: Fogclan
Rank: Warrior

How she got her name: (As tradition of the clan, kits are named often on their first moon instead of right from birth) Turtlenose was named after her mother, Turtleclaw, who she seemed to take right after with her personality; Confident and spunky with a little bit of bossiness. She was given the suffix -nose, for excelling in the skill of tracking, having a strong sense of smell and a knack for noticing the things that most others don't, such as tracks of an intruder, or signs of prey hidden nearby.
What she collects: Since her first outing of the camp as a kit (another clan tradition of sorts), Turtlenose has taken to collecting pebbles. She's not quite sure why she does it, but when she sees a certain pebble, she must have it. It does not happen often, as she rarely finds pebbles that draw her attention, ones that she like are far and few to come by. She does however have a small collection that she has massed over her past seasons, consisting of five small pebbles that she keeps in the hollow of her nest. Although she likes to collect them, Turtlenose really has no reason to keep them, you could say its simple a hobby, trying to find the perfect rocks of the world so that she can keep them and admire their odd beauty.

Extras: Art by me ^^

[JulieMew1010]

username; JulieMew1010
cat name; Adderleaf
gender; She-cat
age; 39 moons
clan; BushClan
rank; Warrior

art;

personality;
Adderleaf is and has always been strong, both physically and mentally. She is very smart and is talented in hunting and stalking. She could take down a fully-grown cat since she was a young apprentice, and when she was just born she had two small fangs already growing in. You couldn't tell how strong she was by looking at her, though she is heavy-set and has always looked more mature than her age, in a good way. She is very calm and kind most of the time, but she can be harsh and cold when she needs to. She is very sentimental and empathetic, as well as compassionate towards others. She is not afraid to show her feelings but will try her best to stay calm in stressful situations.


how she got her name;

The kit mewled, new to the world. She had two small fangs poking out of her mouth, surprising her mother and medicine cat a bit. She was also strong and heavy-set for such a small kit, and her mother looked down at her, pride showing in her expression despite the unbearable pain she was going through. A single tear fell down her cheek as the medicine cat of the Clan watched in sadness.
"I shall name her Adderkit. She will be strong-willed and will make me proud as I watch down upon her from the stars." The mother meowed with a final breath. The medicine cat shook with a sob as the she-cat slumped over, kit still crying out with fear and hunger. The leader licked at the kit's fur to warm her up, grabbed her by the scruff and took her out of the nursery. The cat still sobbed as she laid down the kit with a different queen and went to sleep in her own den. I will miss you, Leafwhisker. Please give me strength from StarClan to watch over your kit.

Moons later, the leader of the Adderkit's Clan gave her away to a different Clan that was willing to train her. The medicine cat would think of the kit's mother every time she looked at Adderkit, and she couldn't take it any longer. The Clan was worried that the medicine cat wouldn't be able to do her duties well anymore- so she had to go. Nettlestar of BushClan gladly took her in and became like a mother figure to her as she grew older.

Adderpaw stood on the edge of the cliff, fear threatening to force her to run away. She was about to recieve her warrior name after moons of training from her Clan leader, Nettlestar. She then took a deep breath and told herself, I will do this, Nettlestar would never let me fall from the cliff. I will do this, if not for myself, but for my mother. She looked her leader in the eyes, expression showing pride and strength as the leader carried out the ceremony, with no other cats to hear it but them.
"Do you, Adderpaw, vow to live by the Warrior Code and to protect your Clan, even at the cost of death?" Nettlestar meowed, her voice ringing out loud and clear.
"I do," Adderpaw meowed fiercely. She had been awaiting this moment for what seemed like forever, and she pondered for a moment what she thought her name would be.
"Then I hereby name you Adderleaf, after the mother that you so sadly lost at your birth. She is watching you from the stars, and I can guarantee that she is looking down upon you right now and wishing she could tell you how proud she is." Nettlestar had a glint of empathy in her eyes, and Adderleaf sighed with memory of her old Clan. Nettlestar padded up to her and they touched noses, then Adderleaf yowled with joy. Nettlestar began chanting the warriors name, per tradition. Adderleaf was a bit upset that nobody else was in the Clan to see this important moment, but she knew that her mother was yowling from the stars.

what she collects;

Adderpaw padded through the forest during leaf-fall and gazed in wonder at all of the trees around her. They were a beautiful mix of colors, as was the forest floor. Red, orange, yellow, and even pink leaves waved as they were getting ready to pull off of the branches of the trees, of which they so desperately held on to at this moment. Adderpaw suddenly felt a rush of sadness as she remembered her mother. She hadn't even seen her, but her old leader has described her features with deep detail. She glanced at the trees and decided that she would take some of the beautiful leaves with her, as a somber reminder of her mother. She found a maple leaf that was almost entirely pink, and had soft orange streaked on it. She almost drooled, it was so gorgeous. She carefully plucked it from the forest floor by the stem with her teeth, and carried it back to her den. She laid it in her nest, poking out of one of the small gaps in the twigs and other, boring leaves and feathers. She sighed happily at its beauty and decided that someday her whole nest would be as beautiful as that leaf was, sitting there and reminded her of her equally gorgeous mother.

[alokesti]

username: alokesti
cat name: bramblingflower
gender: she-cat
age: thirty-six moons
clan: rushclan
rank: warrior

how she got her name:
brambling -
flower -
what she collects:
- flowers, roses to be more specific
- feathers, she likes to keep them tucked behind her ear

extras:

wip.