R a i n C l a n { S e m i - L i t }{ O p e n }

[HP is a potato]

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• N a m e : "The name's Birdpaw"
  
• W a r r i o r N a m e : She'll be Birdstream when she becomes a warrior.
  
• G e n d e r : "Erm....she-cat....."
  
• A g e : "I'm 7 moons old."
  
• R a n k : "I'm an Apprentice at this point."
  
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "Just a plain old Warrior. It'd be nice to become a Deputy or Leader, but it's not my one hope in life."

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Birdpaw is a furry, blue-silver striped cat. She has green eyes and long legs. She's built for running and jumping, but chooses not to most of the time.
  
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Birdpaw is mostly silent. Not much is known about hre because of this.
  
• H i s t o r y : Read above : P

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• F a t h e r : He was a loner. His name was Squirrel because he would steal squirrels from the Clans, this is how he met her mother.
  
• M o t h e r : Taran, a former loner who was taken in by the clans. She was sent out to drive Squirrel away for stealing... but she had other plans.
  
• S i b l i n g s : They died shortly after birth as did her mother.
  
• S e c r e t C r u s h : She doubts any tom will love her, nor is she interested.
  
• C r u s h : --
  
• M a t e : --
  
• O f f s p r i n g : --

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Accepted. I'll add them now. Deerfoot will mentor Birdpw, and Stormfall will mentor Leopardpaw. }}

[elfish]

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• N a m e : "My Twolegs named me Ciro, and I have been known as that ever since. Really, I don't plan on changing it any time soon."
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Lionslash
• G e n d e r : "Why, you jest? I am a male, and you are a humorous fellow!"
• A g e : "Thirty moons old, I believe."
• R a n k : "I've been living as a loner for about a season now. To be truthful, I wouldn't mind settling down or joining a Clan. I've heard of them; they sound nice."
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Words.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : By a stroke of luck, Ciro is a purebred Maine Coon. Who knew that two Maine Coon cats happened to be of different genders and mate, hm? And it was totally unexpected to the Twolegs, but a pleasant surprise when Ciro turned out as a purebred cat according to genetic testing. Like all Maine Coons, Ciro is a gentle giant. A big cat, but a softie at heart. He weighs fifteen pounds, perfectly average for his breed. He has a muscular, broad-chested, long body, with all parts in total proportion with the rest of his body; no part of the anatomy is so exaggerated as to foster weakness. His body feels solid, with firm muscle and no flabbiness. The Maine Coon was bred to endure harshness, so is it really a surprise that Ciro looks the part? He is muscular with substantial, wide-set, medium length legs, and large, well-tufted paws which makes walking in snow particularly easy for him. His forelegs are straight, the back legs being straight when viewed from behind. The tail is long, wide at the base and the fur on it is long and flowing. His head is medium in width, slightly longer than wide, with high cheekbones. His muzzle is visibly square, medium in length, and blunt-ended when viewed from the side. His muzzle has a pleasant, balanced appearance and is proportionate with the rest of his head. His chin is strong, firm, and in line with the upper lip and nose. The head’s profile is slightly concave, smooth, and free of bumps and humps. His triangular ears which sit upon the top of his head are large, well-tufted, and wide at the base. It appears pointed due to the tapering. His light copper eyes are large, expressive, wide-set, and an opened oval shape. His neck is medium in length. Of course, Ciro is still growing because Maine Coons don’t fully develop until four years of age.
  
  The thickness of his coat doesn’t exactly help to downsize his great size. In fact, it only adds to the size of it all. His fur is semi-long, all-weather, and water resistant. Which is good, but Ciro has a fascination with water. The wetness and coolness of it all compels him to dab his paws in it. In the past, he would play with the water in a white bowl-shaped contraption, which his Twolegs were quick to discourage and locked him out of the bathroom from then on. Unlike Persians, his fur does not mat easily and is usually mat-free. Heavy and shaggy, the coat is shorter on the shoulders and longer on his belly and birches, with a frontal ruff. Tufts and furnishings adorn his ears. The texture of his fur is silky and the smooth.
  
  The pattern of his fur color is described as ‘tabby.’ The color of his fur are narrowed down to three shades – white, dark brown, and light brown. His muzzle, the whole of his neck horizontally, chest, belly, and paws are all snow white. And let’s imagine the rest of his pelt, which would be light brown with varying shades all over the parts of his body which are not white. And striking over the varying shades of brown is a dark brown tabby pattern. On his forehead, it forms an ‘M’ pattern. The dark brown tabby stripe draws a crooked line downwards from the outer corner of his eyes, ending at the far end of his face. Towards the end of his tail, the dark brown tabby stripes get more and more busy until the ending two inches of the tail are almost completely dark brown (almost black) with some faded patches of light brown. Now, he is called Ciro for a reason. For one, his prefix was given due to the fact that he very much resembles a bear. Large, big, and strong – just like a bear. And his claws and swats are a force to be reckoned with. His claws are not only thick, but they are also long and very sharp, tapering to a fine, deadly point. Even with his laws sheathed, the points stick out of the slits of his paws.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Ciro isn’t what his name really means. Evil? No, never. Mischievous? Well, perhaps, but he’s not mischievous in a harmful way. No, no, he never means harm. Let me start this off properly by saying that Ciro is perhaps the gentlest tomcat you can meet. He’s very soft-spoken and never, ever raises his voice. Not even when he’s frustrated or mad! He always keeps his voice calm, soft, but it holds an air of authority. It’s a bit unexplainable, but there’s really something about his words that makes a catlisten. Maybe it’s his certainty, or perhaps it’s just the way he carries himself. Ciro is a gentle cat who would perhaps never harm a fly. Or, at least, try not to do warm. You see, he understands the limit. There is a limit to a cat, and when that limit is exceeded, the cat has no choice but to fight back. Ciro understands that, and he does have a limit. It’s just a very, very high limit.
  
  You see, he’s also quite patient. Some say that he could literally wait hours, perhaps even more, for a cat to come to understand something. He is most likely the most patient cat one could ever meet. Even when shoved in a den dull of rowdy, rude, pushy, obnoxious cats, Ciro would not even twitch a whisker. He would contentedly lay in his corner and groom himself. Or sleep, whichever happens first. He would wait eternity for a cat and makes an ideal leader, I think. Patient. To lead a group, one needs patience. For without patience, how can the group thrive with such an impatient leader? It’s almost as if Ciro could put up with nearly any cat, and it’s true. So far, at least, Ciro hasn’t met any cat that could try his patience. He doesn’t get mad and it’s almost scary – it’s almost like he never gets mad. He keeps his angry thoughts to himself and keeps his expression and stature unreadable. What’s the use of letting others know if you’re angry, right? At least, that is what Ciro would ask.
  
  He’s also very kind, considerate, and realistic. Some see the world in black and white, but Ciro sees the world in many shades in between. Over his lifetime, he has learned to accept things – even things one would normally not want to accept. This doesn’t mean he’s pessimistic, because he’s not (but that doesn’t mean he’s optimistic, either). It only means that he’s a realist. What’s the use of breathing in optimism if there isn’t any? Yes, even if a cat were to bear news that his parents had perished in a fire and his siblings died due to the infected wounds sustained from said fire, Ciro would believe it. That is, if there is sufficient evidence to conclude such things. He doesn’t jump to conclusions and likes to know the full story before giving his final judgment.
  
  Furthermore, he tries to do what is best for his companions. Even if it were to perhaps hinder some of them, he earnestly attempts to do things to benefit the population as a whole. No one is ever happy to sacrifice a cat, but that is something Ciro is willing to do if he were given the choice between that and the total annihilation of everyone around him. It seems insensitive to others and Ciro doesvalue everyone else’s lives, but he has to do it for the better good. To his friends, Ciro is known to give good, honest advice. Honest in such a way that he avoids being rude and blunt – just honest. He’s always concerned for his peers and likes to help out. But he wouldn’t necessarily lay down his life for them. Is it selfish to value one’s own life above others? Ciro doesn’t think so, and although he values all lives, he would sacrifice his own because he is frightened at the prospect of inevitable death.
  
  Like a kit, Ciro is also playful. It appears as if Ciro is all business and very, very serious, which is extremely false. Ciro likes to have fun and adventure. If one were to ask Ciro to travel the whole forest with him or her, Ciro would gladly agree to given the circumstances that he would have nothing to worry about. He doesn’t seek fun, however, and is not one of those cats that goes around seeking it and instead finds trouble. Somewhat mischievous, Ciro will sometimes play pranks or crack jokes. But his pranks and jokes are often times harmless. The victim of said joke or prank is often times left unoffended and unharmed. He doesn’t like to make a cat unhappy in order to make others laugh. And when Ciro sees a cat being humiliated as such, he isn’t afraid to step in. Of course, he doesn’t have his claws unsheathed and ready to fight, but rather talks it out. Cats were given tongues for a reason, he says.
  
  Love and family-wise, I would say that Ciro is an adequate cat. He is a hopeless romantic, to bluntly put it. One day, he wishes to find a wonderful she-cat suited to his tastes and perhaps even start a family with her. Kits are something that Ciro has always dreamed of, and call him pathetic, but he’s already got names for them. He wants to become a father someday, and hopes to be a wonderful father that is always there for his kits and always providing the love and care that they need to become successful adults in the future. He would gladly lay down his life for his future kits.
• H i s t o r y : My parents, as you know, are both kittypets. So by birth, I was naturally a kittypet. I was raised in the same nest as my mother, with the same Twolegs to feed me. Alongside with my siblings, Romeo and Dumpling, we caused a lot of trouble. Aha, I remember this one time when we tried to play a game with the Twoleg’s goldfish. Let’s just say that our Twolegs weren’t too impressed with the mess and carcass left over. Hey, don’t look at me like that! Who knew goldfish were such fragile creatures? Da Vinci, my father, lived just next door to us and visited frequently. And whenever he did, he would bring small treats. Perhaps a treat he stole from his Twolegs, or a trip to the surround forest behind our wooden fence. Of course, he never took us too far in, as he feared and warned us against the dangers of the forest. Mother never liked it – us going out in the forest. I guess she had a reason to.
  
  When I was about twelve moons, my father vanished. The Twolegs next door disappeared, too, and the nest was empty. Days later, a new family of Twolegs moved in. My siblings and I missed him terribly. Mother tried to search for him. She would sneak out and wander the neighboring nests, asking other cats about Da Vinci’s whereabouts. But after weeks, it became apparent that Da Vinci was never coming home. Mother was quite devastated by the news. She moped around for days and depended on the Twolegs’ and our (meaning myself and my siblings) care. But time heals all, and so Sushi did recover from her loss.
  
  Meanwhile, we faced a problem with the Twoleg kits next door. They were small, only halving the height of a full grown Twoleg, and were very curious and rambunctious. Whenever I lay out comfortably in the garden, their curious faces would peer over the fence and they would laugh and giggle, pointing at me. The attention was strange, at first, and so I lessened my appearance outside. One time, my Twoleg took my outside for a visit to the doctor. That was when the terror of the kits hit. On their chubby legs, they just about tackled me and dragged me to their yard where torture commenced. Perhaps they thought it would be fun to spray water on me, or prod and hit me with sticks. Whenever I cried or shrieked, they only laughed more and continued. My Twolegs’ training and Mother’s words rang in my head – I wasn’t allowed to harm people. Only bad would come out of it. But when they started to kick me around like a piece of trash, I lashed out. It wasn’t on purpose, more of an instinct. My claws sunk into the girl’s leg and blood spurted out. Twolegs came running from every direction as the girl’s cry rang out. I was snatched up by my Twoleg, who came running from the nest.
  
  I found myself in the place my mother described weeks later. Surrounded by mewing, scared neighbors and confined to a small space, I was unhappy. Through the glass, Twolegs walked past and often times tapped at the barrier. I hated it. Every time I looked at a Twoleg, it reminded me of those wretched kits. I would snarl and hiss, slashing the air between us. The Twolegs deemed me unadoptable, a menace, and I was then picked up by a girl who was walking down a dirty aisle to the back room. And I knew what was there. Animals that went there never came back…I was going to die. Frightfully, I clawed myself free and fled through the open window where I had newfound freedom.
  
  Living on my own wasn’t easy. The cats were very rude and stole my kills. Some Twolegs fed me, others sneered. I taught myself how to hunt and fight, though I can’t say I’m a professional at either. I can get myself by, which is just what a cat like me needs.”

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• F a t h e r : "My father is known as Da Vinci. I'm not sure of his whereabouts or whether or not he is alive..."
• M o t h e r : "Her name's Sushi."
• S i b l i n g s : "A younger sister named Dumpling and elder brother called Romeo."
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "If I told you, what's the point of calling it a secret?"
• C r u s h : "Nope, but stick around and you'll be the first to know."
• M a t e : "No crush; no mate."
• O f f s p r i n g : "Well, no crush equals no mate, which equals no kits. Unless I have a litter that magically came out of nowhere."

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• N a m e : "Hi! My name's Silverfish, nice to meet you."
• G e n d e r : "Uh, female, for sure!"
• A g e : "I'm thirteen moons old. It's hard to believe that I was an apprentice only a few days ago."
• R a n k : "Warrior, and I'm not looking any higher!"
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "I'm content where I am."

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Silverfish is a mixture of many cats, a common sight in the Warriors' world, and therefore has acquired some traits of every breed of cats. She's slender in build, with a willow-like build. You see, she was given the prefix 'fish' for a reason. Like a fish, Silverfish is, well, slippery. Elusive, difficult to catch, and able to squeeze in tight holes. She's not tiny, nor is she big, but the elusiveness of this she-cat lies in her flexibility. She's built like any other cat, and every cat is equally flexible, but Silverfish is exceeds 'average' in that aspect. It's almost frightening, you know. She is a long-haired she-cat with wispy, soft fur that keeps her warm in the winter and only hinders were in the summer. Like the name 'Silver' suggests, Silverfish is silver. She has faint tabby markings on her forehead and cheeks, but that's the only sighting of the marking. Her body is a silver color with tints of cream and brown at her hindquarters, but the silver shade evens it out to appear gradient. The back of her ears, which are well proportioned and set an equal distance apart from each other, are jet black. Even the back of her head is black, but smoothly transitions into a gray, then silver shade as it travels down. Her eyes are bright blue.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : One word -- motherly. Despite her young age, one would suggest that she would make an excellent mother because she provides everything an ideal mother should have. She's patient, kind, supportive, gentle, non-judgmental, and playful. A mother wrapped up and squished into the body that is Silverfish's. She's very sweet and feminine. When faced with insults, Silverfish is very sensitive and is affected a lot by rumors circulating about her, even when others suggest for her to push the rumors aside and live her life.
• H i s t o r y : "I lived the normal Clan life. When I was born, my mother told me that my father left to join StarClan early. At first, I didn't understand it. I didn't understand that he had died before my birth, but now I do. After my apprenticeship, my mother died in a battle with loners. And only moons after that, I was given my warrior name."

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• F a t h e r : "His name was Riverdapple."
• M o t h e r : "She was known as Rainfall."
• S i b l i n g s : "I'm the only kit to my parent's only litter."
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "Nope~!"
• C r u s h : "Honestly, I think Deerfoot is an amazing tomcat. But shh, don't tell anyone, please!"
• M a t e : "None, but I really hope to have a mate one day."
• O f f s p r i n g : "Nope, but I really want a litter or two..."

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• N a m e : "Eh, who are you? What do you want? My name? Oh, alright -- Wolfstride."
• G e n d e r : "My voice is obviously feminine! So I must be a she-cat! No, I kid, I'm a tom. Did I surprise you?"
• A g e : "What's it to you? Fine, I'm twenty-five moons."
• R a n k : "A basic warrior."
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "I guess deputy would be nice, but I don't think I have the leadership quality. Knowing me, I'll probably shred every annoyance to bits."

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• A p p e a r a n c e : He's an average-sized tomcat with sharp words to make himself seem a lot larger than he is. Wolfstride is named for one thing -- his legs. He is extremely tall and leggy. In fact, it makes him look quite awkward. As a kit and apprentice, he was known to stumble over his own paws because his legs were so long and awkward. A name such as 'Spiderleg' would've done him some god, right? But his mother decided that he had the ferocity of a wolf, which isn't entirely untrue. He's lean, but not swift nor strong. Really, he's got the best of both world and considers himself the Jack of All Trades. Skilled in everything, but a master at nothing. His neck is somewhat long, though not awkwardly so, and is regally arched to give him a posh stature. His fur is of medium-length, but very plush and soft at touch. Not like he's exactly going to like being approached and told, "You're so soft and cuddly!" Yeah...he might just tear off your face for saying things like that. His fur consists of varying shades of brown. The fur on his chest is very light brown -- almost cream/white -- and continues down to te bottom of his chest until his belly is light brown with mottles of black. His back is brown, though has black mottling a majority of it in thick stripes. His eyes are green with faint tabby marks acting as a mask.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : He's not the type to approach for problems. Wolfstride has a very sharp tongue and isn't afraid to give anyone -- be it the leader, deputy, medicine cat, or even StarClan themselves -- a good whipping with it. He could literally bring down an argument within minutes with his sharp, brutal words, which serves as a double-edged blade. Sometimes, when he wants to convey his feelings, he somehow manages to offend somebody which doesn't really do anyone good. He's a fiery tomcat that could probably argue for days and days. Every day, he seems to wake on the wrong side of the nest and always has something to complain about. The shortage of food, the measly prey the apprentices bring in, life itself. Perhaps an award should be given to him? An award for complaining the most? His attitude is equal to that of an elders', honestly, minus the affection of kits. Wolfstride is extremely awkward around kits, but still isn't afraid to give them a good whipping if they annoy him so. His favorite form of ridiculing others is sarcasm, if you haven't noticed. He's grown a thick skin to insults and isn't easily offended. When explored further, a good observer would notice that Wolfstride is quite lonely, but has a mischievous side to him.
• H i s t o r y : "I'm going to kindly tell you to go away, choke on crow-food, and die." His history isn't exactly what one would like. His father was a rogue, one that had been terrorizing RainClan for countless moons. He was known to attack at random, particularly she-cats, and stole prey. When confronted, he was known to be sly and very powerful. A force to be reckoned with. Bramblefrost and the rogue, who was nameless to the Clan and even to her, met across chance. The brown tabby warrior had been going out on a solo hunt late at night, when the rogue happened to be nearby. They met and Bramblefrost immediately fell in love with him. It was something about his antics, his words that compelled her closer. Less than a moon later, Bramblefrost displayed signs of pregnancy and was forced into the nursery. Elders wandered about the father. According to Bramblefrost, the father would remain unnamed. Moons later, Bramblefrost gave birth to a litter of three -- Wolfkit, Tigerkit, and Badgerkit. All of them were males. And then the elders' suspicions were confirmed at the sight of Wolfkit. He was the exact replica of a certain rogue. Immediately, Wolfkit was shown hostility. Late at night, Bramblefrost woke to an empty belly -- her kits were missing! The panicked queen wailed into the night and the leader sent out search parties. The scent of blood led a trail deep into the territory, and Bramblefrost and the search party followed. The rogue was there, lifting his head from a bloody mass of fur. His green eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he stared daringly at the party, and Bramblefrost was frozen in horror. Her kits...her three kits laid at his paws. One was barely breathing, two were completely still. Furious and grief stricken, she charged the rogue and was killed with particular ease when the rogue smashed her skull against a rock. The rogue was killed by the party shortly after.
  
  Wolfkit survived the event with scars on his neck and belly to show for it. After he was released from the medicine den, a kind queen by the name of Falconflight adopted him into her litter of two. He was always surrounded by suspicion and fear, as if they feared he would follow in his father's pawsteps. His mentor, Graysmoke, feared Wolfpaw and refused to have any close contact with him. When he was named a warrior, not many cats cried his name out. But he doesn't care. Or at least he doesn't show it.

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• F a t h e r : "I never knew him, nor do I want to."
• M o t h e r : "Her name was Bramblefrost. She hunts with StarClan now."
• S i b l i n g s : "Two brothers -- Badgerkit and Tigerkit. Both are resting with StarClan."
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "This is a stupid question, to which the answer is no."
• C r u s h : "As if."
• M a t e : "Name one she-cat who could put up with me."
• O f f s p r i n g : "Eh, tolerable, but I don't see myself with any in the future."

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Accepted. I'll add them now. }}

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Bump. A few more Warriors and we may start. }}

[homura]

{bump! cx}

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Bump! }}

[HP is a potato]

((Bumpies))

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Bump! }}

[Amitta]

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• N a m e : Aria
• W a r r i o r N a m e : I'm quite satisfied with my name as it is now...
• G e n d e r : She-cat
• A g e : 22 moons
• R a n k : Kittypet
• D e s i r e d R a n k : I like my life as it is, thank you very much!

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Aria has a short, light brown tabby coat. Being that she has a great deal of time on her paws, it is usually also kept very clean and in a neat manner. Her eyes are a light green in color, lightest around her pupil and darkest around the rims. Overall, she has a very thin frame and small build, making it easier to run more quickly to escape trouble or just about any situation she deems to be uncomfortable.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : For a kittypet, it is pretty easy to see that Aria isn't one to instigate trouble or cause any sort of problem for that matter. She prides herself in taking the utmost care when dealing with others. She is far more likely to be helping to bring peace between others than instigating trouble. Even though it might be a good quality at times, it usually ends up making it impossible for her to seem as much as an imposing figure as she would like. Most others would have no trouble getting past her if they did not desire to stop have have a chat before going on-wards. However, it does make her much more apt to spending her time around the kits that her owners foster from time to time. Aria loves helping to care for them and watch them as they grow up.
  
  Again, this kittypet she-cat isn't one for confrontation. Even simply yelling at her might bruise her self-esteem for some time. Quick to shrink back in the face of social interaction as well; it would take a lot to get her to speak up around just about any feline, and when she does, she is usually stuttering up a storm. It takes a great deal of time before she gets comfortable around just one cat, and this is usually because she will garner enough trust of them to really open up.You can bet that if she ever got a crush on a tom, she usually would not be one to admit it and will instead to to avoid them as much as possible for fear of making a fool of herself.
  
  Anger will usually well up inside of her for a long time as well, and if you happen to finally make her burst with frustration you will be in for a long outburst of harsh words and misplaced frustration at every cat she meets for the remainder of the day. Aria doesn't like to offend others, so this is usually of her own doing and not others.
  
  When it comes to tackling challenges, Aria is your she-cat. Keeping herself busy offers a fine deterrent from every-day life. When a task is handed down to her, she will see it to the absolute end. The she-cat loves to impress others and make them happy as well, so she has no problem helping out others who wish for it.
  
  Due to her more soft nature and inability to say no most of the time, you can pretty much get her to do whatever you would like when you wish if she isn't at the end of her rope. Sometimes it can get really bad, almost to the point where she is juggling different tasks from many of her friends, and it's very hard for her to stop it too.
• H i s t o r y : You could certainly say that Aria has had a much more simple life compared to that of any warrior or loner. Born into a twoleg home across town, she was showered with love at a young age and cared for by her mother and the twolegs that owned her for some time. With no siblings to compete with, however, she became much more docile and quiet, relishing in the calm that surrounded her. Not having to compete with others or to play with them also resulted in her becoming one much less used to confrontation than others.
  
  When the time came a special family of twolegs came, looking to add a cat to their family. Aria tried her hardest to impress them like her mother had said to, but she regretted it the minute she realized that she would no longer get to stay with her. It was much to late though to change anything though, and besides, she liked these twolegs a lot. They gave her a special purple collar and fed her delicious food. Not only that, but they had all sorts of fancy toys for her to play with! After some time, she had grown very attached to the twolegs' kit, who likes to spend much of his time with her.
  
  When not busy with her family, she tends to be out in their backyard, sunning in the light and sniffing the flowers, or just looking around at the nature all around her.

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• F a t h e r : Tommy
• M o t h e r : Lily
• S i b l i n g s : None
• S e c r e t C r u s h : I...don't really have one yet to be honest.
• C r u s h : None Yet
• M a t e : Nope...
• O f f s p r i n g : I certainly like kits, but I don't have any yet myself.

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• N a m e : Kestralclaw
• G e n d e r : Tom
• A g e : 34 moons
• R a n k : Warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : I really don't mind being just a warrior. I think it suits me fine.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Nimble yet bulky, Kestralclaw has a reputation for being quite intimidating, but ending up giving off a whole separate impression. In the end he's just a big goofball hiding behind a bit frame. With short fur, it makes it easier for him to quickly groom it before or after hunting trips or border patrols. His fur, which has dark brown tabby markings on his face like a mask and going down his back, it white around his chest and belly, almost like white paint covering a colored canvas. Kestrelclaw's most prominent feature is perhaps his light hazel eyes that shine bright against their dark brown backdrop.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Kestrelclaw has always been one to believe in what he is doing. It may not have been as present when he was a young apprentice, but it is there now. He knows what he wishes to do and he isn't going to let anyone stop him from doing it. Usually, however, it is only when he feels like there is a good reason behind going forward with what he wishes to do. He is very soft-hearted, and if it will cause any trouble, he will have trouble going through with what he put forth. It's in this way that it can be evident at times that his different personality traits will clash often.
  
  It does not matter what it is about, you can trust in Kestrelclaw to be worked up about it. This was first apparent when he was a young apprentice. New to the clans and hoping to improve himself, he felt like he had to perfect everything he was taught to the extremes. Even now, he will have trouble convincing himself that something that went wrong was not his fault. There has yet to be any incidents where he has done something to affect a cat he is personally close to, so it has yet to be seen, but it is certainly there and will be there, shown in even the smallest daily tasks.
  
  It does not matter if the cat he speaks to absolutely detests him, you will still find Kestrelclaw speaking to them as if they are both the best of friends. It is in this way that he is often conceived as one unable to pick up emotional vibes or signals well. It might seem like he's in his own little world when this is stated, but it's just because he likes to expect the best out of others when that is not always warranted.
  
  Whether it be a clan meeting, a gathering, or a simple conversation, this tom is always ready to state his opinion as well. He will not care what affect it has on others either, as he believes it's always great to be open with one another. The clan benefits from open conversation, so why not add his ideas and opinions into the mix?
  
  Since Kestrelclaw is a friendly cat, he does have many friends and of course family as well that he is emotionally-tied to. Those are the cats that can make him feel better when he is angry, or just generally upset. He counts on them to help him through his rough patches, just like he is expected to be there for them.
  
  Because of this, he is very sensitive to any harm reaching these cats in particular. He would defend them with tooth and claw if necessary. If they were to be injured or taken from him, he would most likely harbor a grudge against the cat who caused the incident. it certainly isn't his best trait, but it can be very prevalent at times.
  
  From the first moment he awakens, to when he settles back down in his nest to rest, Kestrelclaw always seems to have a plan for what he wishes to do in the day. It helps keep him busy when a lot is going on, and it also helps to keep him calm. Structure is what he builds his day around, and he loves being able to know what he is going to do next. If these plans are disturbed, he will be a bit shaken, but he will then go on to adjust to anything introduced. It is this very same planning that eliminates the worry he might feel on a daily basis, depending on what he happens to get himself into.
• H i s t o r y : It was a bright sunny day one morning. The newly growing plants and flowers added a sweet fragrance to the air. The happenings of newleaf were all around. It was difficult to escape that feeling of complete joy, for it had been a harsh leafbare with much snow. Now, that snow helped to fund the rebirth of all of the nature around it.
  
  It just happened, that on that day, a young she-cat had given birth to two kits. She was named Linette, and had been alone for a decent amount of time. Having previously had a twoleg to care for her, she had had to get used to the fact that she was no in charge of caring for herself. It had not been long after she had been left on her own that she ran into a tom willing to teach her how to survive. He did so well, and soon she had adjusted well enough to the life of a loner. However, she had fallen for this tom, whom she had later found out was named Kestrel. They had only been mates for a short time though before he had left, which she could not understand. Now, she had a young she-cat, whom she had named Honey, and Kestralclaw as well, whom she had simply called, Soot.
  
  Kestralclaw was certainly the mama's boy, and he tended to be closer to his mother than his sister, who would rather explore than sit still. Either way, he grew up being very close to his mother and sister. Though they had their moments, they collaborated to make life comfortable.
  
  This changed though when Kestralclaw had gotten more interested in having a look around the territory. Only nine moons old, he now felt inclined to take a look around. He had run close to the clan borders multiple times, and from his mother's stories, he had gotten quite interested in how the clans work.
  
  It was not until a few moons late that he confessed to his mother about his interest in the clans. She was not comfortable with sending him out to those cats, and she was hoping he would choose to stay with them, but it was obvious that he wished to start his own journey, and that was not something she could change.
  
  So, unsure of how to get involved with these groups of cats, he simply crossed their scent marking and delved into their territory, which was one of the most mousebrained things he had even done in his entire life, and he'll tell you that to. Kestralclaw was soon discovered by a patrol of cats, and had to be guided back to the RainClan camp to be questioned. he stated that he wished to join them, and at first it was no taken seriously. Him? A loner? How could he want to join a clan?
  
  By some chance however, he was given a fresh start within
  the clan, and would have to try to get used to the way of the warrior. If not, he would leave. You could imagine how hard he worked to make others believe he was a good clan cat. It took much time and effort to prove himself, and so when the time came and he had been confirmed as a member of the clan, he couldn't help but realize that the hard work hadn't been a waste. All of his new friends saw something in him after all.
  
  Now, he had been a faithful warrior to RainClan for many moons, though he still managed to do many mousebrained things during that time, and will probably continue to do them, because he is Kestralclaw after all. You can always count on him to be there though, and he will always stick up for his clan, because they trusted in him in the end enough to let him stay.

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• F a t h e r : Unknown
• M o t h e r : Linette
• S i b l i n g s : Unknown
• S e c r e t C r u s h : I'm not really the type to keep this sort of thing a secret...
• C r u s h : None Yet
• M a t e : No One Yet
• O f f s p r i n g : None Yet