[Dead account 01]

Sense I had a friend join in on this adoptable competition, I sought input from from a neutral party.
LordVaughn of Lioden assisted me on judging.

According to the fields on the base application, there was only two completed applications, the others lacked art that wasn't lifted from the reference. The completed applications being ~FallenHope~'s and -Willow's. However, I believe I would include Black Cat.'s and skrímsli's. They did had the primary portions of the application complete.
The stories are all relatively the same. All but have the molly being murdered by either another cat or a badger. One forwent 'what happened to his parents,' instead focusing on a brother. It was interesting, sense this competition assumes that this kit has nothing other than paternal family.
The relationship with Honeywing portion was also relatively the same throughout the competition. The kit either became devoted to his savior or resentful. It is frustrating to me.
The personalities stuck to two type like the previously mentioned category was. The kit is ither unaffected of wholly affected.
Choosing between the four is relatively difficult I suppose. My vote is torn between skrímsli and -Willow.

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This kit does to skrímsli.
I do apologize on the time it took to get this kit judged, but I wanted the adoption to be as fair as I could make it.

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•NAME•
Pricklypelt

•GENDER•
Male

•PERSONALITY•
Pricklypelt, once a loud and rambunctious cat, is now a calm and quiet cat who doesn't show much emotion. He does of course have the occasional slip and it's usually just a smirk or two. Pricklypelt is painfully shy around strangers, and wants to leave at the sight of them. If he is denied the right to leave, he will do a generous amount of speaking, complaining, and whining, demonstrating the removal of his quiet nature. Besides his social discomfort, Pricklypelt is very blunt to say the least. He will correct you if you are doing something wrong and wont be afraid to insult you. The tom is very protective over his family, Honeywing, and will always step in to stop someone from either harming her or insulting her. If some-cat even looks at his family the wrong way, he will say something. Pricklypelt is snarky and insensitive when he speaks. When Pricklypelt does open his muzzle, it's to insult someone or comment something snarky. What a rude cat, am I right?

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[abandoned-account123]

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username;; Black Cat.
full warrior name;; Mudwing
personality;;
Mudwing is a snarky guy. He prefers being alone
and just thinking. Mostly, he stays out of the way. Mudwing doesn't really
have a connection with Dawnclan because he
wasn't born there. Overall, Mudwing is quiet and ignorant. He's certainly not afraid to challenge anybody, even the leader. Mudwing
is quick to anger and only stays at the clan for Honeywing.

relationship with Honeywing;; Mudwing loves Honeywing. He does anything for
her. But, her clan loyalty doesn't exactly match with Mudwing's loner personality. Sometimes, he feels like he's letting her down. Because of this, he stays at Dawnclan. Although, he does wish that maybe one day he could start a clan of his own.
what happened to his parents?;; x

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[endless shelter;;]

(Kits POV History/Extra) all by ~FallenHope~
A series of unfortunate events
A long wail of hunger came from my mouth, i wanted milk, but couldn't, my parents running.... What's happening? I was swung in their jaws. I hoped that i would be safe, a growl came, what is it? I'm scared! Another wail comes out, but then i notice that aggravates the creature more. Silence. Footsteps being heard farther in the distance, i'm placed on some moss on a tree branch, both of my parents look at me, tomorrow I'd be able to open my eyes fully, i won't be blind anymore, i hope.. A yawn escaped and i snuggled with my mother, her warm fur causing me to sleep, which it was time.

Something cold went on my nose which woke me, a snowflake! About to paw it but a sneeze instead, which took it off anyway, i still hadn't tried opening my eyes and.. Yes! I can see! My mother is a beautiful long furred (Maine Coon?) cat which was a brown tabby, while my father had light grey long fur with darker flecks. I turned my head, wondering how i looked, and i thought i looked handsome. I looked up and saw bare branches. Another wail of fear, i was beginning to get cold. then i saw my father grab me by the scruff, both of my parents ran. It was to better shelter, i could tell by how my mother looked at me when she ran alongside my dad, she knew i was becoming hungry. My empty stomach made me wail, luckily it was when a large tree, with leaves and moss came to view. Which my parents climbed, they were great at climbing. We all went into an abandoned Woodpecker home which was enlarged by squirrels, which made it possible for all of us to fit in.

I was put down, my mother lay down beside me and i began hungrily suckling on one of the teats, since i was an only child, I had all of the milk to myself. My dad went out to hunt, he came back frequently, with quite a few mice and thrush. All of us went on short walks to stretch our legs, which were only about ten minutes. A week had past and i was ready to be weaned, and my parents insisted on at least eating one mouse a day. A week past and i was now eating meat and drinking water. We expanded the home since the tree trunk was huge, we could now walk around in it. As new-leaf dawned, we heard cats, house cats talking about how the badgers and foxes are gone. I know they had to protect themselves from them, i even saw one get attacked. I was just a moon old now. It was fun when i could go outside and play with the house cats, since having no siblings.

We were going out for a longer walk, there was a cry, but what of?! A huge black and white creature came, it's a badger! I ran away as fast as i could, back to the tree, i tried to climb, but i was too weak, i saw my mum come, she picked me up and took me inside again. We looked out. My dad, Smoke, fought the badger, i thought he would win, but i was completely wrong. A huge bite in the neck and.... My father fell. The badger left, i jumped down from branch to branch, and raced to my father, he was still alive! He told me that he was going away, his words, "My child, my spirit is now going, my body will be still, lifeless, but remember, i'll always be by your side.. You'll never forget me right, Striker?" he was dying! I cried out, "No! I'll never forget you, we're never going to leave this home! I won't leave you!" i snuggled by my dad, crying with my mother. His eyes went dull, looking up, no movement... He was dead.


How his mother died, (Kits POV)
We buried our father, right next to the tree, but before that, we used his claw to make two clean scratches on the tree trunk, and then we did one each, four claw marks going in different directions, this was our home, and nobody is gonna take it! It could now climb, we hunted on the tree branches, for the risks of danger were too high, our main meal was birds, all kinds which landed in front of us, which was often.

Leaf-bare arrived, food was becoming scarce so we went down, the dangers should be hibernating, right? Our guard was going down each time we did a hunt. At home, my mum talked to me about starclan, she did believe in them, and told me to believe in them too, because if you die, you'll go to a place of never ending fresh kill, and that you should always thank Starclan when you have a meal- so that's why mum was always murmuring after her meal! I nodded and understood. It was a week after leaf-bare arrived. We thought that all the foxes and badgers were gone. But we were wrong again.

We were deeper in the forest which no one owned, then we heard a growl, this time, a fox AND a badger. They teamed up, "Run!" my mother yowled, but i didn't, not this time, the harsh winter blew into my face, claws unsheathed, they're not taking my mum too! I charge up, and jump on the badger, slashing at the eyes, then onto the fox, doing the same. "This time, you run!" I growled, but then the two animals charged at me, there was no escape.. But then, my mother jumped out and clawed at them, the badger slashed at the neck, the fox biting her fore-leg. Her last words were, "Stay strong, my Child, and never let your guard down.." i went under her as she fell, as if i disappeared, they left.



Now all my kin was dead... I tugged her back to the home, about to dig up the grave to put my mum next to her dad. But then i yowled and cried, i snuggled by her. I just wanted to see her for a little bit longer.


The meeting with Honeywing
(Kit's POV)
As i was crying, a she cat came. I let out a hiss and bared my teeth, fur bristling. I will not let my guard down!, and i growled "Keep away from me! I just lost both of my parents!" and i began tugging my mum to the grave, the she-cat came and helped me put it in, and helped me arrange them as if they were sleeping together, she helped me cover it up. This time i done the scratches. I climbed up the tree, into my home, "You have to for what you get! You're not just taking me without any proof of worth staying with you! i hissed and the climbed to the top, which she could reach.

I patiently watched as she struggled, but she didn't give up. After a while she finally got to me, then i jumped down, branch to branch, down to the bottom. She done this more easily, now i ran into the forest, i wanted to practice my fighting! The she-cat came and now i yowled, "I want to train!", and she showed me moves, fighting moves and i practiced them, she gained my trust, and i let her take me in.

I didn't trust anyone fully though.

Talonstrike's personality;;
Talonstrike does not trust anyone. He may look like it, but doesn't. After his dark past, he always kept his guard up. He cares alot about kits. For he doesn't want them to have the same life as him. He is quite harsh on apprentices, he does somehow want them to be the best warrior. With this, he is quite rude and snappy. If you find a way to gain half of his trust, he can be quite caring and sweet. If you become a good friend, you can see he is actually quite playful and that he's quite happy-go-lucky. He's calm and swift. One of the clans best fighters, as he wants to prove that loners can be great allies.

This tomcat does not enjoys when others ask about his past, it will normally turn out a hiss, he will not even tell his past to his adoptive mother, for he still does not trust her. A warrior with a hidden heart, keeping any secrets away from others. He will not let something bad happen to him. Or to his trusting.


Finally completed!

[sapphire77]

Username sapphire77
Full Warrior Name Hawkcry
What happened to his parents?
Making it a short story:
Hawk was born to two rouges. His father had died before his eyes opened, and his mother was very overprotective of her little kit. She taught him everything and he looked up to her. His mother, who's name was Leaf, had long brown fur, amber eyes and tan paws. Hawk thought she was beautiful.
One morning, Leaf took Hawk out to teach him about some herbs. "Momma, what are these berries?" Hawk asked, sniffing some strange berries. His mother rushed over to him. "Those are death berries. Never eat them, do you understand me?" Leaf said strictly. Hawk nodded. CRACK, a twig snapped behind them. Hawk lifted his ears. "Momma, what's that?' he whispered. Leaf narrowed her eyes. A large, brown dog with large teeth stepped out of the bushes. He barked and ran towards Hawk. "MOMMA! MOMMA! SAVE ME!" Hawk yelled. The dog chased the little kit until Hawk scrambled up a tree. The dog circled the tree, barking. Leaf hissed and leaped over to the dog."Get away from my son!" Hawk's mother clawed the dog's leg. Startled, the dog kicked his leg, knocking Leaf into a tree. "Momma!" Hawk yelped. He leaped down from the tree and ran over to his mother. Leaf opened her eyes. They were blurry and confused. "Momma get up, the dog is still here!" Leaf shook her head, and got to her feet. The dog turned towards the two cats and bared his teeth. Hawk screamed. Leaf charged at the dog, but he was ready for her. Leaf clawed the dog's neck. He yelped and tucked his tail. She's going to win...she's got to! Hawk thought. The dog shook his head. Blood splattered on the ground. The dog pinned Leaf down against the ground. He lifted his paw and...
Blood poured on the ground. "Momma!" Hawk ran over to his mother. Seeing he had defeated the cat, the brown dog ran back into the woods. "Hawk..." Leaf rasped, "You are the most perfect kit... and I love you. Never loose hope, and always stay loyal to the ones you love." Leaf took her last breath, and little Hawk cuddled under her paw. He cried silently, his tears falling in her blood.
A few hours later, a cat found the kit crying under his dead mother. She took him with her, and brought him to a place she called DawnClan.
How does he feel about Honeywing? Hawkcry loves Honeywing. She means everything to him. Shy cares for him as if he was her own son, and Hawkcry respects that. He will always remember his mothers last words, and even though he was scared at first, he stays loyal to her no matter what.
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[SukarettoYanagi]

Username: -Willow
Full Warrior Name: Buzzardstorm
Gender: Male
Theme Song: So I Thought- Flyleaf

What Happened to Her
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Thunder sounded in the distance but there was no sign of lightening. The temperature of the air still hung heavy with the humidity the preceded the pending storm. Sadly, it would never hit. Perhaps if it had, fate would have ended differently. Kinder.

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A young mother, no older than six or eight moons, stumbled her way through the trees. Pain, sharp and raw, shot through her belly. She was heavily pregnant and was to raise her litter alone. Her mate, a rogue tom, had been captured by upwalkers and not seen since. She fled her comfy farm home. Tales came from the traveling cats who passed through of a band of cats far to the east. She had never asked questions about them, but now she knew where she had to go.

The she-cat's cream paw caught a loose tree root, causing her to fall. She cried out, the pain now too much to bare. She lay there in the leaf litter, shuddering and writhing in pain. A yowl forced it's way from her jaws. She was kitting, and after what seemed like seasons, she was curled around a tiny kit. Only one. A little tom. "Don't worry my little son.. I will take care of you.. Nothing will ever happen to you.." she promised him quietly, licking the top of his tiny head. He looked so much like his father...

She was a good mother to the tiny tom. Treating him as though he were the only thing in the world that mattered. To her, he was. Never was he named, though, only ever referred to as "my son" or "my child". The kit was growing quickly and before she knew it he was moving around, and not long after that he was old enough to be taught.

Clouds hung heavy in the sky but showed no signs of breaking. She would go about with her plans for the day. He needed to learn. "We're going to learn how to avoid foxes today, my son." she coughed. The she-cat had developed a terrible cough and was growing weaker as the days went by. The young kitten was worried about her, but not too worried. She told him she would always be there for her, and she was his mom! She'd never die. How naive he was..
"Avoid foxes? I'll box their ears off! I'll make 'em run with their ugly tails tucked between their legs. They won't be able to get away from me fast enough!" he boasted, as all kits did.
She gave a hoarse chuckle. "Of coarse you will, my precious child, of coarse you will. But let's say you can't fight this fox. You have to avoid it and hide." she meowed, voice weak and gruff, "You'll need to either climb a tree... or hide in the roots. The best place... though, are brambles. Their sh-h-har-harp thorns will keep the foxes away."
He tipped his head at his mother's coughing as she spoke, but again shook it from his head. She'd be fine.

He followed her through the leaves, making as little sound as he could as he hopped after her. She dragged her tail and her paws stumbled occasionally, but she always straightened herself. The she-cat bounded over the stones that bridged across the river, her kit in her jaws. He was still much too little to make it across. She was now well-within another cats' territory. She watched them as they patrolled, knowing they wouldn't be this way for some time. There was no better place to teach him than their lands. Plenty of places to hide.

"Where to now, Mama?" he mewed brightly, padding quickly behind her. He stepped on her tail tip, causing her to stumble some. She still did not fall. They were reaching a grove of pine trees. There was plenty of prey there, and the trees were easy to climb.
"Be quiet, dear. I'm going to see if I cannot catch us something to eat."
Prey had begun to grow scarce where they were staying and to feed her now-weened kit she had to begin traveling further and further into the cats' territory. This was the furthest she had ever been.

Sinking her claws into the rough tree bark of a large pine, she began to pull herself up it. It was an agonizing climb, her claws and body aching and protesting with every move. She had to. For her son. Her balance was poor when she finally reached the first branch- a good car-length from the ground- and she wobbled madly. The heaving and tickling feeling of a cough began to come over her. "No..! No! Hold on! Let- let me get down, first!" she pleaded silently, but before she could even finish her thoughts her lungs began to heave.

The coughing shook her body, shoving her from the branch. She plunged downward, tears streaming from her eyes. "I'm so sorry, my son.. You were the best thing to ever happen to me.. I pray the spirits are kind to you, my most precious gift.." Those were her last thoughts before she hit the ground. There was no pain for her here. Darkness flooded her instantly, and she felt a weight lifted from her.

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"No! No! I won't leave her! I won't leave Mama!" he cried out as the golden-colored cat lifted him from his mother's still form. She was still warm, but the ground was quickly soaking it up. She would be cold soon. Tears rolled down the little tom's face as he stared at her. He finally fell silent, hanging limply in the she-cat's jaws. Tears silently rolled down his face, grief and loss numbing his body.
"H-H-Honeywing..? Wh-what are w-w-we gonna d-do with- with the k-kit?" the stuttering, shaky voice of another cat- a tom- vaguely reached his ears. He could hear the cat holding him- a she-cat- speaking back, but none of it registered to his brain. All he wanted was his mother. She was sure to rise at any moment now and claw these cats' pelts for trying to take him from her.
"Stonepath... We can't just leave the kit here. The code forbids it, and you know that" she meowed, "We'll take him back to camp, have Coalpelt look him over. I'm sure a queen will take him in.. He's weened." Her voice held a slight uncertainty about it, just enough for the tom accompanying her to pick it up.
Stonepath's eyes widened, but he nodded "A-a-all- all right." he stammered, "A-a-a-an what of-.. what of th-the moth-mother?" He could tell that Honeywing wasn't going to give up the tiny tom, but he didn't press the matter.
"Bring her back to camp. We will have a vigil for her and the elders can bury her tomorrow." she meowed, gaze focused on the grey tom. She had never had kits before, and she had to admit she was afraid. Afraid of failing. She would try her best to raise the little cat and treat him as though he were her own and he would be a magnificent warrior. She just hoped she could succeeded.
Honeywing watched as Stonepath lifted the tiny mother in his jaws. Even the small tom was able to carry her with no issue. It was sad, really. She was no older than an apprentice, and yet she had managed to keep this little kit alive and die a warrior's death- taking care of what meant the most to her. She hoped she could carry on where the she-cat left off.
The trudge back to camp was silent and solemn. Stonepath was constantly glancing at Honeywing, who never looked over at him. She certainly was a cat on a mission.

The little kit didn't listen to anything that was said. The words were merely a muffled drone in his ears when the she-cat finally set him down to speak. She spoke to many different cats, several of which seemed shocked. He didn't move the entire time. He simply stayed there in a limp, crumpled lump. When he was lifted back up and carried through camp, he caught sight of his mother. She was lifeless, and a strange cat was rubbing stuff in her fur. Tears began to pour once more. "Mama..." he murmured out, tiny voice drenched in sorrow.
He was set gently in a nest of moss and feathers, much more cozy than the bare earth his mother and I used to bed on, but he didn't notice. He simply scooted away from the black-striped she-cat and curled up alone at the edge of the nest. This wasn't his life. This wasn't his mother. This would never be what he wanted.
"Do- do you want to go say good-bye to your mother? You can stay there all night with her if you'd like.. I'll stay with you, too." the golden cat murmured quietly to him, trying to keep her voice tender. It was something she wasn't used to at all.
When he didn't reply, she lifted him in her jaws and carried him out of the nursery and to his mother. That was a dumb question of her to ask, and she realized it after she'd asked. Of coarse he would; it was his mother.
The kit nestled deep into his mother's short, thick coat, trying to find even a tiny bit of her scent. It was all gone. None was left. He curled up beside her cold form, burying his face in her fur. He wanted her back... He felt something touching his flank and he looked up in surprise. It was just the golden cat's tail. He lowered his gaze, feeling his last shred of hope die. His mother was never coming back.. Not ever. He knew that now.

As the days passed, he didn't speak except for when he was complaining or whining about something. Or when Honeywing spoke to him. The other kits tried to play with him, but he often swatted them away, biting one kit's tail in an instance. He was punished for that. That was something he wasn't used to. Punishment. Honeywing dealt it out with hesitation, but she knew she had to. She always curled up to him at night, and that reminded him of his mother. She confused him, really, and while he would never admit it, he was glad she was there at the end of the day. He buried his face into her fur, thinking of his mother. This cat would never be his mother. Ever, but he stood up for her. If another kit was talking bad about her, he'd feel the need to defend her, and that's what he'd do. Even Stonepath. The grey tom wasn't much for personality, but he seemed to care. Always bringing him and Honeywing prey or fresh moss...

The day Honeywing called him Buzzardkit, he thought she was talking to another kit, but none of the others responded.
"Is.. Is that alright? If I call you Buzzardkit?" she meowed to him, her voice filled with uncertainty. She was looking for his approval of the name. The little cat seemed to think it over before giving a tiny shrug.
"I don't care.." he murmured, looking away from her.
"I want you to be happy with your name, kit, do you like it?" she mewed, worry pricking at her voice.
"Yeah.. Sure. It's nice.." he mumbled, not really caring. His mother had never given him a name anyway.
"Okay, well, come here, Buzzardkit. You've got a bit of moss stuck in your fur."



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Once a happy, naive and cheerful cat, Buzzardstorm has grown cold and distant. His mother died right before his eyes. The one cat he thought would live forever, be in his life forever, left him. He was found by a young DawnClan warrior, grieving over his mother. She took him back to the rest of the Clan and took him as her own, much to the dismay of her "complain-ion". Buzzardstorm never truly got over loosing his mother and never accepted Honeywing as his mother. He only ever saw her as a mentor. She did not have the touch his mother did, or her soothing voice. In a sense, he was a spoiled child. Wanting only his mother and pouting about it. The tom still is. His mother was all he had ever known, and her death scarred him. As did being cast into something completely unfamiliar.
He instantly shut down upon arriving to DawnClan. Never uttering much and always acting out violently against the other kits and anyone who dared speak to him. He has since grown out of that, but he is still a very prickly cat to be around. Sour and foreboding. Many say he's worse than the battle-hungry Dunestorm, and in truth he is. He is not battle hungry and he does not want to do anything for the cats who took him in. He is ungrateful to them, but yet he remains. Hunting and fighting for them. Deep down, he does care about the Clan, and he is loyal to them. He simply refuses to admit that to himself. His grief blinds him and he is unable to get over his mother's death.

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by -Willow
by -Willow


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I Care
Crash Crash
Boom Boom
Flash
Like the breaking of a storm
That hardens our hearts

Impossible as it may seem
We all still care in the end
For the ones we love
For the ones who care

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The First Day
The small cat grunted as he scrambled behind his mentor. He was terrified of his mentor to tell the truth. She was demanding and somewhat militant. Almost as bad as Foxfoot or some of the other grumpy cats. She took everything seriously, and that was all to add to how hideous and deformed she was. This was Buzzardpaw's first day as an apprentice and he hated that Mudstar named Two-face as his mentor. The she-cat was small and frail-looking, and he just could not get over her two faces. They were constantly giving making him feel weirded out.
"Could we... slow down?!" he panted, forcing himself to speed up. His legs burned and his limbs felt like jelly. So far, this was awful.
"No- maybe you should speed up, Buzzardpaw." she grunted, flicking her short, bristly tail.
He snorted quietly, earning a growl from her. He was her first apprentice, and she was no happier about it than he was. Honeywing would be a force to be reckoned with should he be hurt. Not to mention he was a prickly as her coat. "We're nearing the boarder we share with twoleg place," she meowed, "you may be able to see a kittypet if any of them are brave enough to be out in this muck." Her voice dropped to a grumble when it came to talking about the wet conditions. It had been raining the last three days and patrols had been coming back soaked and the apprentice ceremonies had been delayed.
"A.. kittypet?" he inquired, voice letting off that he didn't know what she'd meant by that. He believed that all cats lived in the forest. In Clans or alone. And what were twolegs? He blinked his rust-colored eyes up at her.
Two-face rolled her eyes. This kit knew nothing. "A kittypet is a cat that lives a soft, comfy life with twolegs. Twolegs are awful things that are constantly making noise on the other side of that fence. And they smell terrible." she meowed, wrinkling her nose at the thought. She could tell he was taking it all in, though, and that was pleasing. "Come on. I'll take you closer." she meowed, "But stay behind me."
It was clear to the tom that she was serious and he knew he couldn't win a fight with her. Buzzardpaw simply nodded, nearing the grotesque cat and remaining behind her. The ground was far more saturated by the fence. It was tall and wooden and creaked in the wind. Claw marks marred the wood and he could tell that cats came here often. He watched as Two-face marked the fence, taking note of the location. A thump above him jolted him from his thoughts and he spun around, looking up. His claws were unsheathed and he wore a growl. A brown cat with a bright, pink thing around her neck stood up there, fur bristled.
"Eeewww! You nasty, dirty cats are back!" she hissed, unable to tell the difference between the Clan cats. They were all the same to her. Save for Two-face, who was clearly one to take note of. "And what is wrong with your face?!" she yowled, staring down at the blue she-cat in horror.
"What? If you don't like it, go back inside to your comfy, pampered, twoleg-loving life and you won't have to look at it." Two-face growled at her, fur bristling. This cat was a nuisance and had given many patrols troubles.
"You're right. My life is comfy and pampers, and perfect, unlike yours. You life is filthy and dirty and you have to get all nasty just to eat or sleep! It's gross! Just like you." the kittypet complained, peering down her nose at them.
Buzzardpaw getting tired of her attitude. She was insulting him, and Honeywing. He growled, lunging at the fence hopes of dislodging her. No such luck, but it did take her by surprise. This was told by the way she jolted and hissed. The apprentice looked up at the brown cat, his front paws on the fence.
"You shut up, you stinky, smelly, awful, ugly kittypet!" he yelled, "You don't know anything! You're just a dumb, stupid cat and no one likes you!" His insults needed work, but they seemed to do for this cat.
She scoffed, looking down at him in shock. "Well..! I never..!!" she humphed, turning around and flicking her tail. With that, she made her way back along the top of the fence and hopped down onto a window ledge, pawing the window to be let in.
Two-face looked at him in surprise, but smiled a little and nodded her approvement. "Looks like we won't have to worry about you becoming a kittypet." she mused, seeming to loosen up at this point.
Buzzardpaw simply snorted, tail lashing and fur still bristled. "Let's just get going..." he grumbled. He wouldn't admit it, but that was pretty fun! He liked harassing and insulting that cat.

[kayynine]

Username Tea.
Full Warrior Name Alderberry
What happened to his parents? wip
How does he feel about Honeywing? wip, bittersweet/motherly feel
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[voittoisa]

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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ;; skrimsli
ｎａｍｅ;; Pricklypelt
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ;; very much male
ｆａｖ. ｐｒｅｙ;; crows
ｂａｔｔｌｅ ｍｏｖｅ;; play dead
ｆａｍｉｌｙ;; Henry, Honeywing

Pricklypelt, once a loud and rambunctious cat, is now a calm and quiet cat who doesn't show much emotion. He does of course have the occasional slip and it's usually just a smirk or two. Pricklypelt is painfully shy around strangers, and wants to leave at the sight of them. If he is denied the right to leave, he will do a generous amount of speaking, complaining, and whining, demonstrating the removal of his quiet nature. Besides his social discomfort, Pricklypelt is very blunt to say the least. He will correct you if you are doing something wrong and wont be afraid to insult you. The tom is very protective over his family, Honeywing, and will always step in to stop someone from either harming her or insulting her. If some-cat even looks at his family the wrong way, he will say something. Pricklypelt is snarky and insensitive when he speaks. When Pricklypelt does open his muzzle, it's to insult someone or comment something snarky. What a rude cat, am I right?

"And this is how you stalk a mouse. Crouch down low and slowly creep towards it. When you get close enough, pounce on it."

"You mean like this, Henry?"

"Close, but not exactly."

Henry flicked his tail as his younger brother hopped into the air and landed awkwardly. He stifled a laugh and rested his tail on his brother's shoulder. "I think that's enough for today, Oliver. Dad would be proud of your skills."

Oliver was silent, his gaze towards the side. It wasn't even a week ago that their father died due to lightening striking a tree and it falling on their father's back. Imagine how heart-broken the two were, watching as their father struggled to get out, but to no avail couldn't.

"I hope so. I will become strong; strong for Dad," Oliver shouted, dark clouds starting to form over head.

Henry looked towards the sky and frowned. Ever since the accident, Oliver has been very skittish when it stormed. His ear flicked and his slitted eyes looked around for shelter from the on coming storm.

"Hey, Henry? Do you see the clouds?" The small kitten asked, lowering himself to the ground and looking at his older brother with frightened eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I see them." The large brown tom snorted. "Come on, I know where we can take shelter." Henry nudged Oliver with his nose towards a large hollowed tree. It was located at the top of a large hill, but was large enough to provide the two with elbow room.

Oliver slipped every so often, but eventually made it up the grassy hill and scrambled into the tree. Henry was right behind him. A few moments later, it started to drizzle; the drizzle soon turned into a downpour.

Henry watched the rain fall as Oliver curled up by his paws, his small chest rising and falling as he breathed steadily. It was nice. The rain hitting against the tree made small pattering noises and it started to lull Henry to sleep.

"I suppose it wont hurt...if I just rest my eyes," Henry slurred, curling up besides his younger brother.

The sound of cracking made Henry open his eyes abruptly. He groggily stood to his paws and looked around for Oliver. The small kit was still asleep, but managed to roll away from him. A sigh left the elder cat and he looked outside the hollow. Henry's eyes widened at the sight.

"Oh my - Oliver! Get up, we have to get out of here, quickly," Henry yowled, mud starting to seep into the tree. Lots of mud. In fact, mud was slidding down the hill at an alarming rate. Oliver lifted his head slowly and looked at the mud. Images flashed in his head and he was up in no time.

"What do we do, Henry?" Oliver asked, alarm reaching his tiny voice.

Honestly, Henry didn't know what to do. There was enough mud to soak an entire field, plus the speed it was coming down at? How about no. Instead, he lifted Oliver up and placed him against the tree. "Climb, Oliver, climb!"

Oliver's eyes widened, but he did as he was told, unsheathing his claws and trying to climb the best he could. Luckily for him, a branch high from the mud but low enough for him to reach was close by. Shaking, the brown kit clung onto that branch and looked down at Henry with wide eyes.

"Come on big brother! You can make it!" Oliver encouraged, trying to not look at the rising mud.

Henry looked up at Oliver and nodded before gripping onto the bark of the tree and climbing up. He suddenly yelped as the bark started to give away and his claws got caught. Trying as hard as he could to un-pry his claws from the tough bark, Henry ended up ripping out a claw. Pain coursed through the tom and the bark finally gave way to his weight. Henry plopped down with a sickening crunch as his back landed on a sliding log. His body squirmed and fell into the mud.

Oliver watched helplessly as his older brother was swept away by the mud, his brother's head dunking under the thick mud then bobbing back up, Henry spitting up mud and trying to claw his way out. "Henry!" he called out, but it wouldn't help. It was already too late. Henry's head went under and didn't rise again.

Oliver looked away, hurt in his eyes. First his father, now his brother? Things just weren't going right for him. He lowered his head with flattened ears and closed his eyes, hoping for the storm to pass.

Unknowingly, he had fallen asleep, and woke up with a jolt which made him fall from the tree. Oliver winced as his paw twisted underneath him. The mudslide was finished and he glanced over the hill to see nothing but piles and piles of brown. A shiver ran down his spine as he limped forward, ultimately getting himself lost.

Oliver's foot gave out and he landed with a thump on the ground. He wailed in agony, both in physical and emotional pain.

A she-cat's head popped up from behind Oliver and coos came from her. Oliver didn't pay attention, he was in too much pain. The she-cat lifted him into the air, but he hung limp, his tail twitching every so often. Oliver didn't know where they were going, and didn't really care until he saw a camp. Small hope started to flourish within him.

"Pricklykit, you need to eat," Honeywing pressed, eying the sulking kit.

Pricklykit, once Oliver, didn't reply. Instead, he only glanced at Honeywing and shrugged. "I'm not hungry."

Honeywing grunted and pushed a mouse next to him. "If you get hungry, eat this," she sighed and padded off.

Pricklykit watched Honeywing with sad eyes before crying out to her,"Don't leave me, please! Don't leave me like my brother!" His voice was strained and sounded like he had just been crying. Although he'd hate to admit it, Pricklykit has taken a liking to Honeywing, seeing her as an elder sister more than a mother.

He watched Honeywing turn around and quickly pad towards the mother-less kit with concern in her eyes. "Hey, it's okay, I won't leave you, I promise."

Pricklykit didn't say anything and only pressed himself against Honeywing's soft fur. A small sigh left him and he snuggled closer to her fur. He vowed to himself that Honeywing wouldn't - she couldn't - replace Henry or his father. But, for his deceased family, he decided to be strong and try to give Honeywing a try.

As time went on, Pricklykit became Pricklypaw and finally Pricklypelt. Throughout this, he got closer and closer to Honeywing, eventually having her be the go-to to talk to and becoming quite protective of her. He'd always defend his adoptive mother - though viewed as a sister - and would box off any tom's ears if they even looked at her funny.

[Dead account 01]

I keep forgetting to mention this. I am absolute rubbish.

The amount of extras in your application if unlimited. I do, however, require at least one extra.

Also, this cat is no pure breed. It is simply a long-haired mutt, as would be the majority of clan cats.

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