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Ｎａｍｅ: Leopardtail
Ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ ｎａｍｅ: As mentioned, Leopardtail.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: Male.
Ａｇｅ: 13 moons, and about a week.
Ｒａｎｋ: Warrior

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: Leopardtail is mischeivous, nosy, fun, loving, caring, and a gentle soul. He is a loyal cat, especially to his clan. He loves to hunt, and has a kink for the feel of flesh under his paws and the smell of blood from fresh killed mouse. Leopardtail is indeed loyal, but for love, he will do anything to make it work. He won't lose the love of his life, no matter what. [[- Excuse me for the short personality explanation. I'm no good at these things, also with the 'Hostory'. -]]
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: Leopardtail was born into Mistclan, but barely made it into life as his mother struggled to birth him. His mother died when he was born, and so he never grown to love her, or know her. He grew up, and was mentored by his father Mountainclaw. But then, his father was killed at his younge age of 8 moons. Devistaded, Leopardpaw soon turned to Leopardtail, and so now, he grows old without family. He had a rough life, and hopes that one day he can have a mate and kittens of his own.
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ: Leopardtail was born with a rich, creamy tone of fur. And soon, large, medium, and small spots grew on him, resembling a Leopard. He's unique, for sure.

Ｃｒｕｓｈ: Its hard for him to love, but no, nobody yet.
Ｍａｔｅ: One day.
Ｋｉｔｓ: No.

Ｆａｔｈｅｒ: Mountainclaw
Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ: Grassblade
Ｓｉｂｌｉｎｇｓ: His sister, Darkit, was born dead.[color]

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Ｎａｍｅ: Ravenstrike
Ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ ｎａｍｅ: Ravenstrike, also known as Raven at times.
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ: Female.
Ａｇｅ: Ravenstrike is about 12 moons.
Ｒａｎｋ: A warrior.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ: When you first meet Ravenstrike, she is a bit shy, kept to herself, and will not trust you. She is laid back, and quiet. But once you take her from her shell and be a friend, she is loving, fun, carefree, and warm. She loves to run about, roll in the long, silky grass, and swat at butterflies. She isn't a cat you can exactly know everything about, because really, nobody knows the real Ravenstrike.
Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ: She will not tell you. Ever. Unless you risk your life for her, or she loves you.
Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ: Her fur is a dark, eerie shade of black, that blends in with the night, and has rich, creamy golden eyes.

Ｃｒｕｓｈ: Nobody. Shes too secretive to tell, anyway.
Ｍａｔｅ: Not since... then.
Ｋｉｔｓ: Nope.

Ｆａｔｈｅｒ: Raypelt.
Ｍｏｔｈｅｒ: Unknown.
Ｓｉｂｌｉｎｇｓ: She never knew them.

[[- Nevermind. Nobody has accepted me. -]]

[Pandora Gaskarth]

((I just wanted to bump my post, just for anyone who has a cat at a loose end. It's Silverheart on the previous page, someone could interrupt him hunting or something ))

[firefly *]

ｓｉｌｖｅｒｐａｗ ♥
ｌｏｖｅｌｅｓｓ ♥
ｓｈｅ ｃａｔ ♥
"S-sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," the she-cat let out a breath she hand't even realized she'd been holding. Quietly sucking in another breath and held it to try and calm herself, her eyes closing as she did so. They reopened a few moments later, revealing a pair of glimmering, sage green, eyes and her lips curved into a smile. The silver she-cat was relieved he wasn't hurt or that he didn't enjoy talking with her. " Thanks. I like spending time with you too, Whitepaw," she purred, blushing slightly under her fur at what he had said before. "I'm glad you're not sick or something," Silverpaw giggled softly, twitching her tail. The she-cat couldn't help but feel a pang of regret when he corrected himself though. She shook the thought out of her head, laughing mentally at her mousebrainedness. "You think they'd let us? If they do then I'd be happy to go for one." Silverpaw smiled sheepishly. "I think my mentor already left on a patrol though..."she meowed, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

[hotaru.]

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ｔｏｄａｙ ｉｓ ａ ｇｉｆｔ. ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｗｈｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ｃａｌｌｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ.
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ｈｅｙ　ｔｈｅｒｅ．
mudpaw. as in mud. no, he is not literally mud colored. ick. look at him, does he? no. the answer is no. his origin of his name is from rainclan, which is obvious. and the reason why his mother named his "mudpaw" is because his stripes are mud-colored. not his pelt, his stripes. ideally. he is currently a bright nine moon old tom. an apprentice to __________.

ｌｏｏｋ　ａｔ　ｍｅ　ｎｏｗ．
yes, he is far from the usual lean body type you'll see in most cats. he's the opposite. he's closer to being overweight. a little. soft parts occasionally hanging around his pelt. mudpaw never worries about his weight. so don't worry, nobody would, too. he also has a lot of "fluff." you might see his as a big white furball with stripes. yes, he is one. tons of fur cover his whole body, especially his neck and chest. he has those mud-colored stripes once again, existing everywhere except for his muzzle, chest, and paws. and stop searching for anymore whiteness. he's pure, that's all you need to know. mudpaw has sea green eyes, a still pale color.

ｙｏｕ’ｌｌ　ｆｏｒｇｅｔ　ｍｅ．　ｒｉｇｈｔ．
first thing you'll notice about him is his brightness. despite his fading, pale green eyes, in certain times they brighten up. oh, he's that smiling tom. you'll never forget that. smiles, grins, chuckles. they take place more than anything on his face at his lifetime. also, whether is a negative event or act or what, he's always the optimistic. he'll try to be positive. he'll try to cheer others up. that's his hallmark. one flaw of her is that he's very clumsy. his extra body weight has shown negative effects on him. he's rather bad at hunting. that's why he prefers to be a medicine cat apprentice. now, you should at least see him trying to chase a butterfly, he'll clamp her paws on you instead. be careful. mudpaw doesn't have quick instincts either, he relies on her physical ability.bwhich is sure a bad ability. let me clear this out, he really doesn't like physical trainings. maybe you're wondering why he's even an apprentice. here, we all don't know.
instead of hunting and speed and all that stuff, he's rather better and experienced with courage and cleverness. don't wait for anybody to participate on a fox attack, mudpaw'll pipe up and beg for you with great momentum to let him come with you. whether it is a cinch, or an ordeal, he'll have all the courage and audacity for everything. he is very clever, too, never underestimate him. you never know the powercof what his brain can do. he'll come up with any plan for attacks and invading, any thing that doesn't include running or speed. count him on for his mental ability, not his physical. and of course, he likes sleeping. ifshe was to live without hunting or defending her clan, he'll spend his whole day eating and sleeping. mudpaw loves naps and basking under the warm sun. it refreshes his mind and fatigue, and also stress at some points.

ｉ’ｍ　ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ　ｓｐｅｃｉａｌ．　ｄｏｎ’ｔ　ｅｘｐｅｃｔ．
he has lived a happy, happy, life.
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