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[lacke]

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[linkmama]

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name; breezecloud
gender; she-cat
age; twenty-three moons
rank; warrior

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Breezecloud was offspring to a l
ine of many accomplished cats.
She has a sort of calmness to the
way she speaks and acts that allows
for the lack of violent aruguments.
She always seems to know what to
do in any dangerous situation.

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She is welcoming and friendly to a
lmost all, not bothering to judge a
cat before she gets to know them.
She is very approachable, and will
offer advice to any cat that needs
it. Although, she has a knack wher
e she over-thinks every situation.

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ＪＵＳＴ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＫＮＯＷ ＴＨＡＴ ！

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Breezecloud is a sort of push-over. If another cat pushes her to do
something, she will most likely comply, afraid of what they may think.

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ＦＲＩＥＮＤＬＹ
ＰＡＴＩＥＮＴ
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[lacke]

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i. loonfeather ii. tom iii. t
hirty moons iv. warrior of
mountainclanv. very noble
and chivalrous, yet self con
scious. he is a level-headed,
calm tom with a bright min
d. respectfully proud and v
ery fair. can be quiet and r
eserved, more of a listener.
unfortunately, he has a con
stant battle with anxiety. h
e can be dull at times, forg
e tful, and insecure.
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loonfeather has a feathery like pelt that is mainly white, but
his snow white is splattered with black patches. he has long w
hite whiskers, one of which is curled. he has tufts on his ears
and long legs. he has pale yellow eyes, with a golden tint ar
ound the pupils. his build is tall and slim, yet muscular enou
gh to beat an opponent if needed. his tail is complete black.
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loonfeather is mainly known for his calm and respectful natu
re. while he can be charming, he knows when it is appropriat
e to be non-profession and professional in a sense. he is very
proud of who he is and who he used to be, but his pride is sho
wn in a respectful way, as he does not like boasting. he's a ve
ry good listener and can be quiet at times. however, everybo
dy has a bad side. for him, he is battling anxiety. however, h
e does his best to keep it to himself. however, he can be dull,
forgetful and insecure a lot of the time.
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[linkmama]

( `☁ -- b r e e z e c l o u d ! )
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( ● gender. cisfemale ) ( ● age. twenty-three moons. ) ( ● rank. warrior ) ( ● location. camp ) ( ● feeling. relaxed ) ( ● tagged. patrol )


xxxxxBreezecloud brought up the rear. Her crooked stance and queer walking style, due to sleep deprivation, was the cause of it. She wasn't normally the clumsy cat she was, and rather graceful, believe it or not. Three hindquarters blocked her view of the forest, though she honestly didn't mind. Her thoughts were focused on another topic. Newtfur boasted on the topic of a great catch he'd made to Silverlily. Loonfeather was up ahead, scouting out the Streamclan border. She was lost in the clouds... she often wondered if that was why Pebblestar chose that name for her. Breezecloud was a daydreamer, and was often distracted from topics. She couldn't help it. They often consisted of fantasies, or perhaps picturing kittypet life, a loner hunting, etc. She just wondered. Wondered, all day about nothing relatively important.

xxxxxA distant echo crowded the she-cat's thoughts. It sounded a bit like her name... ah, she payed no mind. It sounded again. The oblivious she-cat snapped from her thoughts and woke to realize that Newtfur was calling her name in reference to the mouse that raced right between her legs. His disapproving glare drew heat to her cheeks; this wasn't the first time it had happened. Being a younger warrior had its perks, yes; but also many, many disadvantages. You can't keep doing this, Breezecloud! the brown-furred tom scolded. She's never focused... head always in the clouds... she watched with a wary gaze as he turned around to talk with Silverlily. An older, cranky warrior that cat was, and while Silverlily was the same age, she took pity on her. Breezecloud hung her head in shame.

xxxxxThe sun sunk into a deeper part of the sky, tinting the surroundings a beautiful purple-orange mix. The patrol was about finished, and the four cats had started to head back. Thoughts clouded her head, though she pushed them aside. Each cat had returned with a few kills, and her? A scrawny vole. At least it wasn't nothing. The patrol hadn't sensed much activity on the border, and it seemed oddly suspicious for the neighboring clan. It seemed thoughts like this stirred throughout camp, too -- most of the members looked up expectantly at the patrol as they entered the clearing. Worried glances scattered the clan. Newtfur took the lead, speaking with a cool quality in that husky voice of his. Nothing scented. I'm worried something's up with them, he meowed easily, dipping his head to the rest of the clan. Chatter immediately started amongst her clanmates. Bags hung under Breezecloud's eyes; she decided it would be wise to head to her den. It would be better to clear her head and sleep these worries away anyhow.