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[katniss,]

.~. S e α c ℓ α n .~.

♒ { тι∂єѕтαr } . { тσм } . { ℓєα∂єr } . { тнє "∂ ι g η ι ƒ ι є ∂" σηє } ♒

➶➶ this choice i made keeps playing in my head

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Tidestar. Tidestar was given the name "Tidekit" when he as born because of his sea-green eyes that are brightly noticeable. When he was a warrior, he recieved the name Tidewish to commemorate the death of his true love, Wishingdove, who died a moon earlier.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A tom. Tidestar is most obviously a tom, based on his large, muscular frame. He is toned and strong, and the ideal image of a manly tom.

{.{ a g e }.}

56 moons. Tidestar's exact age is unknown since he was found as a kit in the forest beside his dying mother and two dead siblings. However, he is assumed to be around three moons old when he was found by the warrior patrol. Now, after many many moons, Tidestar is 56 moons old- not young yet not old either.

{.{ r a n k }.}

The leader. Being the clan leader for around twenty moons now, Tidestar is accustomed to his role as decision-maker and ultimate counselor for the clan. Before he was leader he took interest in being medicine cat apprentice, but realized his raging emotions and his previous infatuation with the now deceased Wishingpaw prohibited from being a role that denied any mate or crush.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Quiet handsome. Tidestar bears the rugged appearance of your average rough-n'-tough tom. His large, bulky figure makes him a foreboding enemy, and his wide-set shoulders and large paws accentuate his powerful nature in battle. Larger than your average cat, his legs, chest, and shoulders ripple with toned, strong muscles, and his large paws are heavy and strong when he walks- giving him a powerful advantage in fighting, but a setback in hunting and fishing. Regarding his pelt, he looks average. Stemming from his back, down to his underbelly, a sandy-gray shade gives the baseline for his pelt. Mottled gray-brown works its way into the shading of his pelt, and adds the effect of camouflage in thick underbrush to an advantage to him. Dark stripes of agate gray dash in and amongst the streaks, and give him the appearance of a lynx, from a distance. Black stripes stem from the top of his spine, down to his mid-flank region, and then fade into a light, silvery-gray shade. Tidestar's paws are a moonlight white color, and go from his toe-tips up to his ankles {which on cats are where you suspect their knees should be}, and make him appear to be wearing socks. On Tidestar's face, an auburn-red shade starts from his nose, and trickles up to around his eyes, and fades into a rowan color on his cheeks. Black mackerel markings accentuate his lynx appearance on his face, and continue up in concentration to his ears, which are almost fully black. Tidestar's nose is a bright pink like his sister's, and if practically the only resemblance these two cats have. His chin is white, and this fades down to his chest, and provides a break from the thick and heavy mottled gray-brown pattern on his body. Tidestar's eyes are not beautiful, yet not dull either. They are an average mossy gray-mint shade, and are flecked with forest-green. If you take a closer look, you can see a hint of sea-green inside, but other than that, his eyes are average. They show barely any emotion at the best of times, and only flicker with the slightest emotion of interest most of the time.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Average. Tidestar's pelt is quite average in appearance- being just a simple mackerel, tabby pattern. The length is medium, so he can keep cool in the summer as well as warm in the winter. However, the actual fur folicles are very thick, making his pelt look slightly chunky at times. Like most Seaclan cats, his pelt has a slick texture due to all the swimming- in the ocean and rivers inside of the clan's territory.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Muscular. Like I said before, this tom has a very muscular, toned body. His legs are the most muscular, due to his love for running and swimming. He stands taller than most toms and she-cats alike, and was quite a large cat even from birth. Since he has lived through very little battles under the previous leader and his rule, Tidestar only has a few scars on his body. One nick in his left ear, a slash on his nose, a rugged scratch on his lef shoulder. Also, Tidestar's right back paw is twisted slightly due to a birth defect, the clan assumes.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Dull and average. With rather dull eyes, Tidestar's gaze is seemingly boring. The eye color changes depending on the lighting. Sometimes they look like a boring and unattractive mossy green color, and other days they are a bright, lucid sea-green shade. The sea-green shade is what he got his name for, since the color resembles the tide of the seas near the camp.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Complex. Wip

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• swimming
• running
• fighting
• training apprentices
• socializing

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• organizing patrols
• making decisions
• hunting
• being judged
• punishing his clanmates

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• revolts against his leadership
• losing his loved ones
• disappointing others

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• hunting
• too trustworthy
• climbing

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• fighting
• public speaking
• very clever

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Non-clanborn. Wip

{.{ m a t e }.}

Seeking. When he was younger, he dreamed of Wishingpaw being his mate when he was older. When she died, Tidestar vowed he would never have a mate. This vow has ebbed away slowly, and now Tidestar is searching for a mate. Despite the fact he is looking for one, Tidestar is by no means looking for love. He just wants a mate so he may have kits... If he falls inlove on the way, its an added bonus.

{.{ k i n }.}

Biological kin is unknown. Since Tidestar was born to a non clan-family, his parents and siblings are unknown. When the clan found him, they did find him beside his dying mother's body, and with his two already dead siblings beside him. While the mother did manage to ask the clan to adopt Tidestar {then named Tide} into their ranks as her dying wish, they were not able to figure out her name or the siblings' names. Over the years' Tidestar's siblings' and mother's name have become a lost memory.

{.{ k i t s }.}

None yet. Tidestar has no kits of his own, but Rapidpaw is like a son to him. While Tidestar is a fatherly figure to alot of younger kits/apprentices/young warriors in the clan, he has no actual kits of his own. He wants to have some, simply so he has a legacy to carry on his bloodline, and because he hopes to someday be a grandfather as well.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

{. κ α т и ι s s .}. I used to be the user "Snowie" and then "s n o w i e . . ." and now I am Katniss. Blame this on my obsession with the Hunger Games! I don't change my username alot, but if I am inlove with a username I will find one to change to.

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Kat, Katniss, Katty. You can also call me Snow, Snowie, or Snow-luff. Or Kat, Katty, Katniss, or Kat-luff. It all depends on what you want! Whatever floats your boat. I go by anything, but I won't give you my real name. Dur. c:

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nothing.

.~. S e α c ℓ α n .~.

♒ { вєєƒιяє } . { ѕнє-cαт } . { qυєєη } . { тнє "∂ є в σ η α ι я" σηє } ♒

☁ ☁ bang, bang, bang, i'm breaking in

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Beefire. Beefire was given her name, obviously, because of bright, vivid orange pelt. When she was born, her mother was reminded of the flame-coloring of a firebee which are common around the areas of the clan's territory.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A she-cat. Well, judging by her swaying hips and her pregnancy, I think it is safe to assume Beefire is a she-cat, no? She was never a girly she-cat though, and always hung around the toms. Quite the tomboy, but definitely a she-cat.

{.{ a g e }.}

55 moons. Beefire was born on a sunny green-leaf day to a pair of happy parents. She is rather old to be a mother, but is still considered youthful.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Queen. Beefire is a few days away from giving birth, and misses being a warrior greatly. Beefire's pregnancy is a shame, really, because the father has not been released. However, everyone knows her mate was a rogue outsider. Within six moons, Beefire should be back to being a warrior.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Warrior. Beefire doesn't have much ambition. Her brother is leader, so all she wants to be is a warrior again.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Beautiful. I say this as a fact. No single cat can deny she holds the key to beauty in her paws. She is the perfect size, the perfect shape, the perfect complexure. Everything about her appearance screams beauty, and its no surprise so many toms grow crushes on her. Trickling across her pelt, Beefire has a pure, shocking white pelt. The color of fresh, untainted snowfall, and always seems impeccably clean, this base coat shows no sign of imperfection. Orange splashes are situated around her body, and provide a vivid and dramatic break from the angelic base color of her pelt. One patch is situated on the top of her head, scanning down from her eartips to her temple. Another splash is on her right cheek, and streams up through the bridge of her nose. Other patches are located on her left flank, her right shoulder, her left forepaw, her right back leg {giving her a socked appearance}, and her tailtip. The color of these patches are the shade of flames- bright, inticingly vivid, and pure red-orange. Her nose is a bright, petal pink, and gives her that feminine touch of beauty.

Beefire's physique is of average size and shape, but with a slightly stockier build. By no means is she fat, but she has musculuar legs and body, that are small in their own body size, but with the addition to her long, fluffy coat gives her a larger appearance. Her long and bushy tail provides her with extra balance, and her small paws give her a lightweight ability to be swift and quick. She has a little of both strengths- she is fairly light on her toes, and has an average amount of power while in battle. She may not be your toughest enemy, but dont under-estimate her.

Beefire's gaze is pure gold. However, it is a very average and indifferent shade- a smoldering color of liquid amber, that swirls and matches her firey pelt. But what sets her eyes apart from the average? Beefire's bright gaze always seem to sparkle with a strange intensity- a all-knowing, "i-know-your-secret" kind of stare. She has a mysterious twinkle to her eyes, but not a single permaent emotion can ever be pinpointed. She may seem happy, but her gaze doesn't give anything away

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Flame-colored. Beefire's pelt is very bright and noticeable, my dear. A flame against the brown backdrop provides Beefire with immediate eye-catching proportions. Her pelt is long in length and but very fine and thin, making her able to keep warm while swimming but dry off easily. She doesn't have the same slick proportions like most Seaclan cats, because she doesn't enjoy swimming. What a scandal!

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Lithe and agile. This she-cat's body is made for running. She has a thin, grey-hound resembling boy hidden beneath her thick fur that makes her fast and light on her feet. Also, Beefire has minimal scars- a slash on the nose is the only mark she bears. However, the price she pays for her being skinny is the fact she isn't strong. At all.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Amber and bright. Beefire's body really is "go big or go home". Her eyes match her pelt in vividness- with bright, amber proportions. When she is angry they seem to smolder dangerously, and when she is happy they seem to twinkle and gleam with warmth. Really, Beefire's eyes are anything but dull and average.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Flirtacious. Wip

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• hunting
• fighting
• flirting with the toms
• climbing
• sleeping

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• swimming
• being judged
• feeling helpless
• fishing
• rejection

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• being heartbroken
• drowning
• embarrasing herself

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• fishing
• swimming
• public speaking

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• fighting
• mainpulation
• climbing and balancing

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Nothing special. Wip

{.{ m a t e }.}

None, used to be an unknown rogue. Currently, Beefire has no mate. She used to be mates with a rogue, who's name is Minnow, but he left her the moment she let him know she was pregnant. Beefire has no intention of taking a mate, but does enjoy flirting alot. She uses flirting as a way to distract herself from her heartbreak over Minnow.

{.{ k i n }.}

Parents dead, adopted brother. Beefire was an only kit in the litter, and her mother and father were perfectly happy with that. Applenose and Berrydew- the perfect little apprentice sweethearts. She was born to the two parents who were only fourteen moons old when they had their first kit. Two moons later, Berrydew died in a forest fire and left Applenose a heartbroken queen. When Beefire was fourteen moons old, Applenose couldn't bear it anymore. She jumped into the ocean off of a high cliff, dying instantly.

{.{ k i t s }.}

Expecting. Beefire is expecting her kits anyday now. Judging by her very large stomach, she should be having a larger litter. Beefire wanted to have kits after she had a solid mate, but since her rogue mate left her any dreams of that have crumbled apart. Beefire hopes to find a mate or fatherlike figure to treat the kits like his own. She knows what it is like to not have a father, and doesn't want that for her kits.

.~. S e α c ℓ α n .~.

♒ { ѕнαякƒιη } . { тσм } . { ωαяяισя } . { тнє "ρ σ ω є я - н υ η g я у" σηє } ♒

♉ ♉ goodnight cruel world, i'll see you in the morning

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Sharkfin. This tom was given his name by his mother, due to his obsidian black body that reminded her of a deadly shark the cats sometimes say on the surface of the sea. His suffix was added when he became a warrior because the name goes cohesively with the prefix.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

Tom. When Sharkfin was first born, he seemed to be a very girly looking tom. He was bullied for a while because of this, and that bullying drove him to become a strong, toned warrior like he is today. No more comments about being girly, huh?

{.{ a g e }.}

39 moons. Sharkfin was born on a cold, leaf-bare day to a 15 moon-old mother and a 39 moon-old father. He became a warrior a moon earlier than most cats- 11 moons- due to his advanced skills. Now, at the ripe age of 39 moons, this tom doesn't seem like he has aged a day.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior. Unfortunately, all this tom's rank at the time being is a warrior. He makes a good warrior, a good clanmate. He has mentored a few apprentices, but is nothing special.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Leader, you idiot. Oh how Sharkfin lusts for the power and control of leadership. First deputy, then leader... Yes, that's his plan. This tom knows he would make a better leader than Tidestar, of course. He would in a way- he would be stronger and more respected. However, an cruel tyrant he would soon become.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Tall, black, and handsome. Lethal, and deadly. Everything and anything about this tom all adds up to the appearance of hatred in a single figure.

Sharkfin's pelt is obsidian-black, with a dark, consuming 'aura' that seems to make you quiver slightly. His slick, and short-haired pelt is smooth and flawless, and is the exact opposite of his sister Icepetal's complexion- giving them a true 'Ying and Yang' effect whenever they are near each other. Being pitch-black, this tom blends in with the night sky after sunset- unseen and undetectable. Sharkfin's pelt is short and clings to his skin, giving him the shady and misleading thought that he is lithe and unmuscular, but this tom is anything but. He has a fairly large and stocky build, despite the confusing offset his pelt gives. His body is packed with toned and fit muscles, and seems to ripple with strength. More often than not, Sharkfin can be spotted in the training hollow, building up strength and techniques. Even if he isn't warrior quality just yet, he is able to keep up a good mock fight with the oldest apprentices.

Sharkfin's eyes are the definition of cold- "having little or no warmth." However, there is absolutely no sense of warmth or welcome in this cat's gaze. The color of an icy leafbare stream, the base color is a cerulean, and is an unusual shade for a cat's gaze. As if there is something strange about his eyes but you just cant pinpoint exactly what that is. Flicking his eyes is a lighter celeste-blue, giving a unique and slightly intriguing addition to his gaze. Topping that off is a darker shade of the rest of the azures- more like a palatinate color. But its not just the natural coldness of his eyes that expresses his cruelty. Its how he scans you, and appears to see into the darkest crevices of your mind, and disapproves of what your thinking. His eyelids are generally half-opened, and seem flat with boredom like a kit who was told they need to have a nap, or a warrior put on tick duty. Unappealing and unwelcoming, this tom is not the type you would approach to strike a conversation.

He may not seem like much, but don't under-estimate his demise. It would most certainly be your downfall, my dear.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Obsidian, short, slick. Yes, exactly so. Sharkfin's pelt lies smooth to his body, and is slightly rough in folicle texture due to his constant swimming training. He keeps nice maintenance of his pelt, for a clean appearing cat seems organized, respectable, and influentual. Sharkfin's pelt is pretty short and tighter to his body, but not in an oily fashion. Oh, and of course! This tom's pelt is jet black, and smooth from any other color beside this. Perfect for the night.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

No scars, and flawlessly lithe. Sharkfin's body is thin and misleading

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

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ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want)

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want)

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want)

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want)

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please

{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users

{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters

{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

.~. S e α c ℓ α n .~.
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♒ { cat's name } . { gender } . { rank } . { one-word personality } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

you're cat's name

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

what name {if applicable} do you want to have in the future?

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

you know, you know

{.{ a g e }.}

in moons pleashe

{.{ r a n k }.}

don't sign up to be deputy

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

what rank do you want to be in the future?

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want)

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want)

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want)

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want)

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please

{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users

{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters

{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

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♒ { gingerstripe } . { tom } . { warrior } . { sharp-tongued } ♒

✈✈ you're built so tall it's like you're flying.

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu
{.{ n a m e }.}

gingerstripe. gingerstripe was first given the name gingerkit, along with his littermates cricketkit and owlkit. when they had achieved their apprentice names, he did as well, after much consideration. however, because he refused to become a medicine cat apprentice, his apprentice training lasted six moons longer than his littermates, and even with his loss of eyesight he still isnt able to be recognized as a true warrior, and is questioning becoming an elder.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

already achieved. even though this was delayed a full six moons, he still has recieved the name gingerstripe.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

tom. yes, gingerstripe is a full studded tom, and he has the body to prove it.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. this tom has just reached the age of thirty two moons, and it has marked the anniversary of 32 moons worth of no eyesight, 6 moons of being a kit, 12 moons of being an apprentice, and 20 moons of being a warrior.

{.{ r a n k }.}

a warrior.. because he is blind though, he's been pestered to join the elders den for moons. he cannot fully commit to all the tasks that a warrior must accomplish, but that doesnt mean he doesnt strive to do so.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

to be a real warrior. gingerstripe desperatly wants to earn his eyesight so he can truely become a warrior with his littermates, as that isnt possible with no sight.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

a large, handsome tom. gingerstripe is a large, muscular tom. with fiery orange fur with darker brown stripes, he is considered to be a fairly handsome cat. everything about him appears to be lively, his broad shoulders, bright pelt shade, and the way he carries himself, all except his eyes. yes, the poor tom is blind in both eyes, given this by birth. those ivory green pools of his look souless, hungry, desiring. with a wide set frame and stature, he is considered to be very regal though, inspite his perdiciment.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

ginger. gingerstripe has a fiery orange, long coated pelt with darker ginger stripes.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

muscular. gingerstripe is a very brad and muscular tom, as is any warrior.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

sightless. they look half starved, souless, as those ivory green pools provide him with no sight what so ever.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

sharp-tongued. work in progress.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to be alone.
• to feel apart of something.
• to be treated as an equal.
• to be seen as someone who doesn't deserve special treatment.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• being treated as an unequal.
• being hung over like he's a helpless kit.
• youngsters pestering him.
• warm weather.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• what cat isnt afraid of death?
• his loss of eyesight giving him harm.
• losing his littermates.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• his sharp tongue.
• his loss of eyesight.
• being too prideful.
• lashing out at everyone.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• listening.
• carrying heavy objects.
• his scent works wonders.
• he is very protective.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

nothing much. gingerstripe and his littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair.

{.{ m a t e }.}

nope. no, no one can tolerate him that much.

{.{ k i n }.}

owlflight and cricketsong. owlflight and cricketsong are his littermates.

{.{ k i t s }.}

none. nope.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

indefinite.

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

indie or deffs.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.


♒ { owlflight } . { tom } . { warrior } . { foolish } ♒

♘♘ i'll ride right on in, unstoppable.



ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

owlflight. owlflight was given his name 'owl' because even as a kit, he prefered to sleep during the day, and bug others at night. it was just him, and even though he knows now that this affects everyone around him, he can't help himself. as for his suffix 'flight', that was purely because he is an excellent hunter, his leaps and all.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

already achieved. owlflight has already recieved his name.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

A tom. owlflight is most obviously a tom, based on his large, muscular frame. He is toned and strong, and the ideal image of a manly tom.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. owlflight is rather young for a warrior, compared to the almight tidestar. he isnt new at being a warrior, in case it isnt obvious, but he sure isnt no wise elder either.

{.{ r a n k }.}

warrior. owlflight is a strong and noble warrior. it took him quite alot of effort to get where he is now, and doesnt plan to loose this important role within seaclan so easily.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

deputy. this old cat has strived to be leader one day, but he knows it is unrealistic. instead, he strives for deputy.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

big boned and stocky. owlflight is a big boned, stocky warrior. he has brown, tabby fur with light specks dappled along his underbelly, face, and tail. he has piercing green eyes that swirl when he is excited, and he normally is. his face almost always wears a smile, an his wheels constantly turn in his head as he cooks up another plan to get he and his littermates in trouble. his ears are perked upright like satellite dishes waiting to pick up a signal, so it gives him a cute deminior.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

tabby brown. owlflight has a dark, tabby brown pelt with darker flecks, and a white underbelly.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

stocky. owlflight is rather large, muscular for his age. it runs in the family.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

ivory green. they are a piercing green with lighter flecks closer to his pupil.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

foolish. owlflight is a cat of words. he isnt afraid to share his feelings and will greatly express them. he holds himself and others to a much too high standard, and over exagerates on the punishment for such issues that havent been resolved. this mkes him a dependable cat to get things complete, as he is too afraid of himself to not do them. owlflight understands the meaning of duty, however he doesnt understand the meaning of cooperation. he prefers to work alone, though that doesnt mean he is an antisocial cat. he flourishes with other cats, however he thinks it is opposite.
owlflight is a very bountiful cat. very expressive in his words, he flourishes with the supportive comments others give him. he loves to be the center of attention, and he is mischevious at heart. he always has a few good tricks and or plans up his sleeve that get his littermates and himself in loads of trouble, but yet he refuses to learn from his past mistakes, making him a rather foolish cat.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to be in control.
• to feel important.
• to bring excitment to a situation.
• to be apart of excitment.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• being told wrong.
• being a follower.
• sitting still.
• being told what to do.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• death, duh.
• being the cause of something bad.
• being a disappointment to his clan.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• owlflight in no means is a good listener.
• he has low stamina.
• he may not be the best fighter.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• climbing trees.
• leaping long distances.
• bringing others to smile.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

it's rather difficult to describe. owlflight and his littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair

{.{ m a t e }.}

you need to be in love for that. nope.

{.{ k i n }.}

his littermates. gingerstripe and cricketsong.

{.{ k i t s }.}

you need a mate for that. nope.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

indefinite.

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

deffs or indie.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.


♒ { cricketsong } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { thoughtful } ♒

✎✎ i'd like to write my own story, thank you.



ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

cricketsong. the silver little she-cat was given the prefix 'cricket' for her small size, and often the other cats laughed at her. at a young age, every cat would come into the nursery to visit the she cat trying to size up the two other toms twice her size. it was rather adorable, and everyone misjudged her ability, until she was an apprentice. she sure proved everyone wrong with her eagerness and gorgeous exterior, as well as interior. granted, she then recieved the suffix 'song'.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

already achived. cricketsong has aleady been given her name.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

she-cat. its easy to see that this silvery grey beauty is a she-cat. from her petite self and rather big heart, isnt obvious.

{.{ a g e }.}

32 moons. this young warrior has much to learn in order to be considered one to go to for warrior advice.

{.{ r a n k }.}

a warrior. cricketsong enjoys being an important role within the clan, though she doesnt want to be too important. she prefers to be one in a million than a million in one.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

does she look like she would fawn over high ranks? a queen at the most.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

get a good look at her. cricketsong is a petite, snow white she cat with lighter grey stripes. she is quite a bit little, and sometimes the elder cats dont see her until they step on her. she has wide, blue moons for eyes and can often be seen with her chin up in the air in defiance. everything about her, except her eyes, is narrow. from her ears down to her paws, it is all slim. she has an adorable black velvet nose that twitched when she is amused, and she always seems to be in a bright mood. her insides of her ears and the backs of them are a light pink to match her nose, and her tail is a mixture of fawn and grey.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

a silver tabby. cricketsong has silvery grey fur with darker flecks.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

petite. cricketsong is all around petite. in fact, she's the same size as an apprentice.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

blue. her blue moons for eyes are rather intriguing, their sheer size and roundness.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

she's easy to love. cricketsong's name basically gives you an overall preview of her personality. she is gentle to every cat of her band from the smallest kit, to the crankiest elder. she favors kits and elders, actually, over any other cat in the clan. just as any other cat, curiosity gets the best of her ninty-nine percent of the time, however she hasnt yet learned otherwise. when it comes to fighting, she can turn on a dime. her petite attitude vanishes and she becomes a vicious, threatening cat. cricketsong isnt always beauty and grace though. she can become controling at times, and sometimes thinks she is the most beautiful she cat there is. she has much to learn if she wants to become a fully capable cat, one that could take care of herself on her own.
the warrior code is practically cricketsong's life. from respecting her elders, toholding herelf to a high standard, and even to feeding others first before herself, ad lives for it all. sometimes, she feels as if she needs to prove herself higher than her "mousebrain brothers'' because she wants to be appreciated in this clan and fulfill her reason for being born.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• to take walks alone in the forest.
• the water.
• hunting.
• to feel wanted.

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• crowded areas.
• heights.
• to feel out of place.

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• none other than water.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• she's not seaclan born.
• she's terrified of water.
• she's like a crazed mother hen around injured cats.

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• swimming.
• being light on her feet.
• caring for others.

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

she hates talking about it. cricketsong and her littermates were born to a pair named trouttail and willowshine. now willowshine was of seaclan, but trouttail was not. he was of pineclan, a clan deep within the forest. he and willowshine had met when she raced off seaclan boundaries, being in a fued with her friend and she was in great depression. trouttail cheered her up, and from then on they would secretly meet by midnight. well, in responce to all this, willowshine began to hold kits within her. now her brother reedwhisker was angered by this when she told him, and told seaclan's leader. willowshine was to suffer serious consiquences with her actions, but she was never around to fulfill them. she abandoned her kits at their birth, leaving them to be nursed by some other queen.
now gingerkit, owlkit, and cricketkit were a lively bunch right from the start, their mews upsetting the other queens and kits, their constant energy upsetting the warriors. yes, they were born to cause trouble, as one cat said, and soon everyone agreed. what made matters worse was that though they were clanborn, they werent fully seaclan born. it was thanks to gingerkit's abnormality that kept seaclan's leader fromhaving them abandoned in the forest. if gingerkit hadnt been born blind, he and his littermates would have all died. at apprentice age, they were all treated differently. cricketpaw and owlpaw had to work harder than the other apprentices to feel welcomed, gingerpaw even more because he couldnt see. in fact, he had to train as an apprentice for twelve moons instead of six. but they finally did become warriors, and in their eyes, it was more than fair

{.{ m a t e }.}

she can only hope. nope.

{.{ k i n }.}

her littermates. gingerstripe and owlflight.

{.{ k i t s }.}

she would have to have a mate. none.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

seindefinite.

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

deffs or indie.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

nope.

[saige.]

WIP

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Otterpaw } . { She-cat } . { Apprentice } . { Lively } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

"Hiya, it's Otterpaw!"

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

"Eh, not sure, that's normally up to our leader, but...I've always liked Otterfoot."

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

"I would hope I was a she-cat otherwise, this is both awkward and I'd have to question my life at this point..."

{.{ a g e }.}

"Uhh I'm bad with numbers. Nine I think?"

{.{ r a n k }.}

"I'm just an Apprentice. But, I'll be a Warrior soon enough!"

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

"Warrior and maybe Queen after a little while. Wouldn't hurt to settle down ya know."

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Uh short and clingy brown that gets darker in some places."

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Oh I'm pretty tall for my age, along with kinda skinny. But that's okay, right? Though my hips are a bit...wide. I don't know."

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Bright blue like the sky! Heck, maybe even brighter! My mother told me they're shaped like almonds, whatever those are."

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

•The animal she's named for
•Being around large groups
•Warming her fur in the sun

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

•Kelp {how she can get tangled up in it}
•Taking medicine
•Others who try to overpower her

{.{ f e a r s }.}

•Heights. She fears having the ground crack beneath her paws and having it send her tumbling down to her death
•Mass amounts of blood. After seeing her mother bleed to death, she's had a painful fear of the sticky, warm liquid.

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

•Due to her fear of heights, anything climbing related isn't a question.
•Typically her fears are also her downfalls

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

•Her typically dark fur gives her an advantage against the rocks and at night, especially if her fur is dampened.
•She is a decent swimmer

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

"My life up until about four moons ago has been pretty much like everyone else's. Though the event that sticks out most to me would be when my mom died. She snuck me out of camp to explore a bit and we decided to climb on a rock ledge. Everything was going fine until the high tide kicked in and knocked her off. I tried my best to get to her, but I was small and couldn't handle it. I made it back to shore alright, and I thought at first she did too because I saw her lying on the sand. I ran over to her, tears swelling in my eyes out of joy that she was okay, but...there was a lot of blood around her. Turns out a sharp rock cut across her chest and belly and she bled out. I'm still scared of blood to this day.."

{.{ m a t e }.}

"I uh..what? N-not yet! Ehehe..."

{.{ k i n }.}

"Um, I'm sure I would know if I had any siblings."

{.{ k i t s }.}

"Hey now, that's for the future!"

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Saige. c:

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Saige is short enough xD

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Squidstrike } . { Tom } . { rank } . { Serious } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

"Ah, hello. My name is Squidstrike, third in my family with that prefix."

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

"Well, there's only so much higher I can go name wise and that's reserved for the leader."

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

"Tom, male, take your pick."

{.{ a g e }.}

"I feel a tad old, but I am forty moons old."

{.{ r a n k }.}

"As of now, Warrior."

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

"Though the possibility is tempting, I don't think I'll make it much further than I am now."

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

lengthy ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Average length for any cat and I am white-pelted. I believe, however, that my paws are all off-shade."

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Again, average in pretty much every way."

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

"Rounded in shape and hazel in hue. Nothing to special, I assure you."

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **

{.{ l i k e s }.}

•Quiet nights and mornings
•In depth talks about usually life in general
•Going over work and tactics

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

•Loud and rambunctious kits and Apprentices {even young Warriors too}
•Others who refuse to follow orders

{.{ f e a r s }.}

•Losing his mind. That thought the too plagued some of his ancestors lingers in the back of his mind and continues to haunt him

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

•He tends to over think things and it wastes precious time
•Connecting to more carefree cats has posed a challenge due to his serious nature, but he's managed it before

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

•His ability to grasp and hold onto attackers

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

"My early life is quite fuzzy, but my mother and father loved to tell me about how I wasn't nearly this serious as a kit. I vaguely recall my shift in attitude, but I'm sure enough on this to be right. It was back when I was just Squidpaw and my brother, Cloudpaw, was still around. We were minding our own business and just messing around like brothers do, but then we strayed too far away from the camp. I can't remember much else, but all I remember is waking up and my brother wasn't there. I guess my foolishness lead me to lose my brother and that's what made me change my ways."

{.{ m a t e }.}

"Well I haven't exactly...gotten super close to a she-cat."

{.{ k i n }.}

"Hmm all dead, considering my parents have been gone for a while and my brother died when we were young Warriors."

{.{ k i t s }.}

"Er, no I don't have any, thanks for asking. I guess."

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

---

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

---

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Thanks for the invite c:

[katniss,]

Bump! Please join!

[careless reality]

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Breezesong } . { she-cat } . { warrior } . { gentle } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Breezesong
One humid day just as the sun had climbed to its peek in the cloudless sky overhead a young queen brought into the world three tiny mewling kits. Their panting mother looked down at the three siblings as rogue breeze of fresh cool air swept in from the ocean through the nursery chasing away the heat of day. And so the black marked she-kit received the name Breezekit. She grew up quickly playing with her sister and eventually she earned the suffix paw by this time it was known that Breezekit had a beautiful gentle voice along with her pretty face. So when she finally made into a proud warrior the name Breezesong seemed rightful.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

she-cat
Soft voice, gentle heart, swaying walk. All these definately are not the traits of a burly tom-cat but the traits of a pretty she-cat which Breezesong obvious is.

{.{ a g e }.}

31 moons
31 moons ago Breezesong and her siblings were born had been the hottest day in greenleaf or that is what their mother had always sad smiling as her kits asked the millions of questions that kits ask.

{.{ r a n k }.}

queen
Growing up Breezesong had always wanted to be a warrior and the games she played with her siblings were always fight themed whether it was a simple invasion of rogues or a flood of huge rapid foxes. She fought the invisable alongside her siblings but as time ticked by and she slowly lost the only family that she had ever known the spunk and fight just drained out of her. She did continue on alone and was made into warrior. She stood in silence by the entrance of the camp for her vigil and eventually she settled among the ranks of a warrior but the life of a warrior felt empty even with her clanmates beside. The one day as she sat in camp a queen and her kits caught her attention. She had known that a few moons ago kits had been bron but she hadn't really acknowledge the little bundles of fur until she saw them playing just outside the nursery. They were playing a common game that kits played where they tossed around a bundle of moss. Deep down in side her something switched and memories of her kithood floated to the surface of her mind. Watching the kits play made Breezesong long to be a mother so that day so went to talk to tidestar about becoming a queen.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

queen
Breezesong is content with being a queen. The young she-cat feels that her true calling is to spend her time raising and being with kits.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Pretty.
A blanket of snow white fuzz was how she was described as a kit as she lay curled up between her siblings under her mothers loving glaze. Her kitten pelt was a layer of nothing but soft white fur without a single marking. Her mother had thought she would be albino but as she quiet she-cat grew did her markings. By the time she was an apprentice the soft-spoken she-cat's wide mesmerizing blue eyes were surrounded by an army of grey markings that dappled the centre of her blue eyes to the muzzle of her black spotted pink moist nose.And as she grew older her fur grew into a beautiful long frost white sea devoid any markings besides the grey markings that had intensified as she grew into her warrior years into a dark chocolate brown color that claimed her rounded ears which give Breezesong's delicate facial features a beautiful curved appearance that matches her pale sea blue eyes as well her muzzle. But not only did Breezesong's pelt grow up also the she-cat herself. The young cat blossomed into a lean lithe she-cat with long agile brown furred legs that end with white tipped toes that can carry the she-cat across any territan with effortless grace and the silence of a shadow.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Inherited from her mother.
Her mother had a long thick fur of a soft creamy white hue which Breezesong inherited as the only thing her mother left her when she passed away. Her muzzle is marked with dapples of chocolate brown patches that surround her bright blue eyes and her long thick furred legs. Her long-haired white tail is also marked with the deep chestnut brown patches that claim the thin fur of her round curved ears.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Board and muscluar yet slender.
Underneath the quilt of thick milk white fur is a slender she-cat with a wide burly chest and thick muscluar shoulders and hindquarters which are common in her family's line even in the she-cats. She has a long thin frame with thick mucscles corded underneath the soft layer of fur.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Bright sea blue.
Breezesong has wide eyes the breathtaking color of the sea as a storm rolls in from far out on the sea sending rippling blue waves devouring the pale white sand and claiming anything its violent path and dragging its victims back into its salty domain.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Though she is loyal to her clan she does not take it to an extreme. She would die for her clan but she would much prefer to help find a peaceful resolve to a problem then to lose her clan mates over something that will be forgotten in the future just as many fights in the past; the fights are known for the loss of someone important not the cause of the whole thing. But even though she is gentle kind this does not mean ha she is incapable of putting up a fight if he clan is threatened. She is still able to recall many of the fight techniques from her apprenticeship even though she has been a queen for many moons and has more need for soft words than fighting moves. Breezesong is a thoughtful she-cat and is often times described as absent-minded. One day she will make a wonderful mother.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• purring happy kits
• hunting among the shadows of tall rocks
• the feeling of warm sunlight soaking in her fur
• sound of waves crashing against the rocks
• the feel of cool water on her paws

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• the heavy weight of her fur
• the heat of midday
• the loud sounds of two legs and their kits
• the annoying kitty pets

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• the lost of a clanmate
• floods & rockslides
• being forced to move the camp

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• long periods of swimming
• unusual high temperatures
• brairs tangling in her fur
• stepping around leaves on the ground

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• stalking in silence
• recognizing herbs and their scents
• calming frightened kits

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Marked with loss
31 moons ago Breezesong was born on the hottest day that her mother Robinheart had ever seen in the 42 moons she had lived along the warriors of seaclan. The young she-cat grew up in the nursery with the crash of the waves against the shore as her nightly lullaby with her mother sang along in a hushed voice as Breezesong fell asleep curled up in a tight ball beside her siblings in the curve of her mother's tummy. With her nose breathing in the scent of her mom from her long white fur drifted off to sleep. In a blink of an eye Breezepaw found herself an apprentice, her past life of naps and games over as she and her sister began training to become a warrior. It was not long after they were made into apprentices that their mother got involved in a border scruff and was killed in battle against a rougue. The news reached the two of siblings and ey wept for their mother for moons before they forced themselves continued on, focusing on training hard but their muse for life was gone. Before long the two sister found themselves slipping behind the other apprentice till younger apprentices were more expirenced then the two of them combined. One night on a stormy day the two of them accompanied a few warriors on a quick hunting patrol before the storm set in. Minnowpaw was in the water when a large wave rolled in and washed the small he-cat up the shore only to drag her back out into the water. The apprentice was pulled out into the sea and lost from sight as the rain fell. Breezesong was only held back by the warriors who were with her. He told her their was nothing they could do but pray to starclan that she will be okay. They guided the sobbing she-cat that had just lost the last of her family back to camp. After the loss of Minnowpaw, Breezesong was never the same. She lost all interest in becoming a warrior but she did continue on to become a warrior only because she was getting too old to stay an apprentice.

{.{ m a t e }.}

no one
She has not yet found someone to take that position but she is in fact looking for someone.

{.{ k i n }.}

Her mothers name had been Robinheart and her sisters name was Minnowpaw, the brother she lost as a kit was Darkpaw. And since Then only one cat has joined her family and that would be her adopted son Sandpaw who has become her pride and joy.

{.{ k i t s }.}

Sandpaw & Wanting
She loves the bold young tom as if he had been born to her. But now that her adopted son has grown up and will soon be getting his warrior name she is seeking a mate so that she can have kits. But it's hard to find someone among the handsome faces that fill the camp who are looking at the more beautiful she-cats.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Sandpaw } . { tom } . { apprentice } . { observant } ♒

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Sandpaw
Sandpaw's name was decided the moment the kit was born with his pale sandy colored fur. But as he grew up his coat and markings darkened till he was more of a flaming ball of fire then a calm sandy beach. Though the chance rose that he could have changed his name, if he truly wanted to, he kept his name in honor of his late mother.

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He doesn't really have a preference on any name - or in other words he hasn't given it a single moment to think about yet. He'll probably just leave it up to tidestar to come up with.

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Tom
He is 100% tomcat material. He has everything from the parts to the muscular and tough look though on the young apprentice it is an awkard appearance.

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8 moons
Eight moons ago Sandpaw was born into the rough life of a seaclan cat. He was the only kit to be born in Dawnlight's litter and the only kit born that greenleaf so he was taken care of by all the queens who absolutely adored the spunky young kit.

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Apprentice
Sandpaw has graduated from the moons where all the young tomcat did was lay around andorra, of the day he would become the leader of seaclan. Hs time has come to become an apprentice and he is flourishing like a flower in the sunlight.

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Leader
As a young lonely kit laying in the sunlight among the dappled shadows outside of the nursery Sandpaw dreamed of one day becoming the leader of Seaclan. As his mother groomed her kit's sandy fur he daydreamed of the life of a warrior. In his dreams he sat through vigil that all apprentices must sit through on the night they are made into warriors in silence. He hunted with the best hunters among the warriors and beat them in capturing the largest prey. He fought in battles, slaying every cat that claim across his sharp claws. And he became the best leader that Seaclan had ever had. Even as an apprentice he dreamed of the day he would be named a warrior of seaclan, and eventually deputy, then leader. He trains as hard as the young apprentice can, striving to learn everything that he will one day need to become the leader of Seaclan.

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Average
Sandpaw's looks are quite average of a ginger tom. His stout body is blanketed by a thick layer of light orange fur as the base of his coat. Thick sparse bands of a rusty red stripes sprout from between his wide-set shoulders and roll down his lean form till they reach the tip of his thick-furred tail where the red turns to white. From his white underbelly white stripes twirl free from the sea of cream and loop around Sandpaw's short legs. The markings fade and grow more sparse as they reach the white toed paws that carry the young cat nimbly. Sandpaw has a board forehead striped with the rusty red markings that cover his lean body. His muzzle is the same ruddy color as the bands on his shouldersand his pale pink nose blends in with the color. Stemming out from his amber eyes are three strips that twist around his cheeks giving him tribal like markings.

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Dense & Sandy
Sandpaw's fur is the typical length for a short haired cat. But it is extremely dense and thick which helps keep the thin tomcat warm in the chilly leaf are moons when the frost nips at his paws. His undercoat is a luscious gold color the color of sand when the setting sun's light hits it -which is where his young mother got the tomcat's name. Sandpaw's muscluar body is marked sparely with wide bands of rusty red strips that twirl through his thick fur like the war paint on an tribal Indians face.

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Thin and stout.
Sandpaw is a stout cat with a thin long body and bunched muscles waiting to be released hding under the thick layer of sandy golden fur. He has short legs but this is not a handicap for the young tom who has learned how to use his height to an advantage. His thin frame allows him to slip through the places that many of the warriors would not beagle to get their shoulders through.

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Golden amber
Sandpaw has bright golden amber eyes the color of the setting sun as it sinks down below the horizon. Against his will, his eyes project every emotion that dares show its face inside the young cat. One day in his early apprentice moons he was patrol, he had managed to get up from his nest and follow his mentor out of camp even though his mind was not truly wake. As he was walking along he stumbled and fell in a brair bush. The thorns scratched his eyes and the young tom immediately jumped to the conclusion that he would never see again. His mentor brought him back to camp and guided him to the medicine cat who took care of the young apprentices eyes. The next sunrise Sandpaw woke with minor injuries to his face and muzzle. He knew this but he hadnt thought he's still have his sight - though it was not perfect vision as he had had before - he was overly joyful when he found out he could still see.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

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Though he is merely an apprentice, Sandpaw is quite confident in his skills in hunting and fighting. The young tom is always ready for a challenge and will take on anything and everyone. Sandpaw always strives to earn the respect and praise of his older clanmates, he is ready to work hard and fight loyally when ever the chance to prove his worth comes into view. But despite all his pride and boldness, the tom normally manages to remain quite calm and serene though occasionally his excitement for praise may slip into view or his quick temper may get the better of him - but when this happens he tends to act quickly and hide it away and act like the loyal warrior he dreams of becoming one days. Sandpaw hates to disappoint others or see one so defeated and down that they will gove in without a fight. In these cases Sandpaw will go out of his way to mend any problems even if they are not related at all to his own.

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• the praise of his mentor
• learning new techniques
• the feeling of catching prey
• new challenges & dares
• swimming on a hot day

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• being bored & idle
• getting hot
• missing a catch
• not getting praise for something

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• not becoming a warrior
• failure to defend his clan
• loss of someone close

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• remaining focused for long periods
• believing he is correct when he isn't
• mischievous weep hen bored

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• swimming
• jumping high heights
• learning quickly

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Alone.
Sandpaw was brought into the world as the only kit on the young queen Dawnlight's litter and the young tom became his mother's pride and joy. The young kit was his mom's whole world and he was brought up as a beloved member of the clan. Two moons before his apprentice ceremony his mother went out hunting with two of clan cats. None of them were aware of the dog that had been trailing their scent for a time being and Dawnlight was attack for she had been in the back and killed. The other two escaped and returned to the camp and when Sandpaw was told of his mother's death he only blinked and went to the nursery and curled up in his and his mothers nest to be alone. He ignored the comfort that Breezesong offered the young kit and finally she quit trying and curled around the shivering kit and groomed his sandy ginger pelt. Even with the love that Breezesong showered upon the young tom he felt alone among his own clanmates. And this did not change until he became an apprentice and was shown the ways of the warriors where he once again bean to blossom into the old Sandpaw. Four moons after the incident he was flourishing with life again. He accepted Breezesong as his adopted mother and managed to move on from his loss.

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Not yet.
Sandpaw has given thought to getting a mate but it was only a playful thought that flirted with his thoughts for a short time then got thrown into the back of his mind.

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Adopted
Breezesong took him in as her adopted son when Sandpaw's mother Dawnlight died when he was only four moons old. She has slipped into his mind as the only mother that he has ever known, his true mother slipping away in the past.

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None yet.
Sandpaw is only an apprentice he is far too young to be thinking about kits much less having them.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

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Wren.
I derived my username from the nickname that was dubbed to me by my friend when she saw my bird necklace- which looks kinda like a wren or some other small bird. Actually now that I think about it.. I have no clue what kind of bird it is.

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Wren.
I don't think you can get much shorter than Wren but if you ant to try go a head. Have fun. If you come up with anything tell me!

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Nothing that I can think of.