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Cat name- Thistleclaw
Gender- Tom
Age- 21 Moons
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- Warrior
Desired name- (Already achieved)
On the Inside and the OutsideAppearance- Thistleclaw is a lean, somewhat small tom with a cream-colored pelt and Siamese points on his legs, tail, and face. However, instead of the standard brown points, Thistleclaw has faded gray-brown tabby markings. These markings are referred to as Lynx points. He has expressive, sea-foam green eyes that gleam with interest for the most part. His coat is a bit on the short side and he has a somewhat pointed muzzle, but his shoulders are well-muscled. He has some horrid scarring along his throat and body following a rogue's attempt to murder him.
Personality- Thistleclaw strives simply to be the best warrior that he can be for his Clan. He is an excellent fighter but is a pretty poor hunter. He is rather unpleasant in the morning and it is best to just let him wake up before trying to have a conversation with him. He is known to have a quick temper and, if set off, it is best to just let him cool off before trying to speak to him. Thistleclaw is known for his barbed tongue, but it must be said that he rarely means to hurt anyone's feelings. He can be difficult and argumentative as well. Despite his rather grumpy mood, he does like to have fun on the occasion. He can be competitive and is always willing to hone his battle skills. He may get into fights, but only those that will benefit his Clan. He's surprisingly unselfish and wants nothing more than to serve his Clan well and make everyone proud.
History- Thistleclaw was born into the Clan and was partially raised by another queen when his mother died of greencough when he was three moons old. His father was sickened by the same outbreak and remained weak and took ill multiple times over the next three moons before eventually drowning when he fell into the creek, too weakened to pull himself out. An apprentice at the time, Thistleclaw put all his energy into his training, though it seemed that he excelled more in fighting than in hunting. In fact, he was often paired with more talented hunters even than his own mentor, and taken out for hunting practice. It didn't seem to do much for him. When he was 11 moons old, he was attacked by a rogue while out attempting to hunt. He was overpowered in the end and left with serious injuries. It was thought that he'd go to StarClan when infection set in deep, so the ceremony allowing him to go to StarClan with a warrior name was given. Instead, the new warrior survived and vehemently refused to go by his warrior name, feeling he hadn't earned it. After almost a moon of recovery, he returned to training, and eventually earned his warrior name in his own eyes. Things after that seemed to die down quite a bit and he's been happy to just focus on his Clan duties.
Love Life and FamilyMate- No one yet
Crush- Nothing here (good luck catching his interest)
Kits- None yet
Sexuality- Straight
Kin- Parents both deceased
Apprentice(s)- N/A
Mentor- N/A
Friends- N/A (good luck there)
Enemies- None
The Little DetailsBreed- Unknown (likely a Siamese x American Shorthair cross)
Secrets- None, surprisingly.
Likes- Practicing for battle and being left alone
Dislikes- Mornings, dawn patrols
Fears- Fears are undiscovered as of yet
Ambitions- Be the best warrior he can be and make his Clan proud.
Advantages- He is a great fighter and unwaveringly loyal to his Clan.
Disadvantages- His temper and his poor hunting skills
Favorite Scent- Catmint
Least Favorite Scent- Fox
Favorite Color- Blue
Least Favorite Color- Red (blood)
Favorite Prey- Vole or Sparrows
Least Favorite Prey- Shrews
Looking a Little CloserBody features- Faint tabby points on his head, tail, and legs (lynx points)
Scars- Multiple on his shoulders, throat, and chest from a rogue attack (see history)
Eye color- Light blue
Fur color- Cream
Size- Smaller and compactly built yet broad-shouldered
Nice Meeting YouMentor wanted- None
Nicknames- Thistle but prefers his full name
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan
Other-
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Cat name- Loonpaw
Gender- Tom
Age- 7 Moons
Rank- Apprentice
Desired rank- Warrior
Desired name- Looncall
On the Inside and the OutsideAppearance- Loonpaw is a broad-shouldered, compactly built tom with a black and white pelt. He was named for the loons that his mother would sometimes see and hear near the river. Loonpaw's pelt is indeed mainly black, but he has small flecks of white mixed in on a patch on his shoulder, so that it is ticked and almost looks grey, while other patches are actually just a white that contrast in his black pelt, including two paws with white toes. He has vivid green eyes and looks quite a bit like both his mother's brother and father in size.
Personality- Loonpaw is a rather quiet tom, full of wisdom far beyond his moons. He has always had a somewhat philosophical outlook on life and lives each day to the fullest, while still presenting himself with quiet dignity. He analyzes situations rapidly, making him battle-smart, though he prefers hunting over fighting. He tends to pick up on when something is wrong more than most other cats and, because of his serious personality, he is more likely to get a cat to talk than anyone else. It goes without saying that he is a kind tom and he is unwaveringly loyal to his Clan. However, there is a side to him that is surprisingly faint-hearted that leaves him open to being hurt easily.
History- He was born to Shrewfrost in the Clan and it became clear within the first moon of his life that he wasn't like the rest of the kits. Loonpaw spent most of his nursery days pestering elders for stories and words of wisdom, which is how he has come to be as he is. He played very little as an apprentice and it was thought for a while that he'd seek to be a medicine cat apprentice, but from the tom's murmured desires to be a great warrior in his own right, it was realized that his heart lay in the hunt and defense of his Clan. Loonpaw takes his training seriously.
Love Life and FamilyMate- None
Crush- Bluepaw
Kits- None
Sexuality- Bisexual
Kin-Mother is Shrewfrost (father unknown)
Apprentice(s)- None
Mentor- TBA
Friends- Anyone that calls him a friend
Enemies- None yet
The Little DetailsBreed- Domestic Shorthair
Secrets- Nothing really but suffers from nightmares
Likes- Hearing stories from elders and being in the company of those he gets along with
Dislikes- Nightmares, seeing blood
Fears- Blood, seeing his family in danger
Ambitions- None
Advantages- His wisdom and ability to plan things out as well as his willingness to just listen
Disadvantages- His faint-heartedness as well as his difficulty relating to other cats his age
Favorite Scent- Most herbs
Least Favorite Scent- Death
Favorite Color- Green
Least Favorite Color- Red (blood)
Favorite Prey- Fish
Least Favorite Prey- Squirrel
Looking a Little CloserBody features- A patch of fur on his shoulder that is white with black ticking so
it appears gray
Scars- None yet
Eye color- Green
Fur color- Black and white
Size- Somewhat small
Nice Meeting YouMentor wanted- Whomever
Nicknames- Loon (not Loony)
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan
Other-Nothing
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Cat name- Mudlark
Gender- She-cat
Age-31 Moons
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- Warrior
Desired name- N/A
On the Inside and the OutsideAppearance- Mudlark is a slender, long-legged she-cat with a diluted tortoiseshell coat. Her coat consists mainly of a mixture of brown, black, and orange coloring much like any tortoiseshell, except that her coat is more washed out, giving it a faded appearance. Only in sunlight or when close to Mudlark are her markings really obvious. Otherwise, she appears to be a dusty brown-gray from a distance. She has vivid green eyes, white paws, and a small splash of white on her throat.
Personality- Mudlark is a relatively easy-going she-cat, never exhibiting more energy than is necessary. She always thought that she'd be okay with not being a mother, having never found it a strong desire, up until she realized she might never have a family, did she realize that she definitely desired kits. She dislikes swimming and will only get her paws wet if necessary. She is more suited to hunting than fighting. Mudlark has a great fondness of teaching the younger cats in the Clan, making her a great mentor for apprentices, as well as a friend and role model. She is quite maternal and doesn't mind lending an ear to anyone that needs someone to talk to. All around, a loyal, kind she-cat to have in the Clan.
History- Mudlark was born into the Clan, a single she-cat and the most important thing in her mother's life. She always had a great relationship with her mother, but barely existed in her father's eye. Spruceclaw was much too focused on his warrior duties, trying to gain deputyship. He never received it and eventually died in battle, a mercy, considering the tom was nothing but trouble. Mudlark nevertheless felt his loss, even if he cared little about the kit his mate had had. Fernpelt died of greencough two seasons after Mudlark earned her warrior name. Naturally, she felt the sharp blows of grief more strongly this time and grieved for many moons. However, she strives every day to be like her mother, who went about Clan life, touching the lives of young cats around her with her kindness and willingness to listen and help out. Aside from the loss of her parents, she has led a surprisingly calm life, more often than not either assisting in teaching young cats or hunting for her Clan.
Love Life and FamilyMate- N/A
Crush- Swanwing
Kits- None
Sexuality- Straight
Kin- Parents, deceased
Apprentice(s)- None
Mentor- N/A
Friends- Shrewfrost, anyone interested
Enemies- None yet
The Little DetailsBreed- Domestic Shorthair
Secrets- None
Likes- Hunting and laying in the sun, teaching young cats
Dislikes- Getting her paws wet, fighting, being cold
Fears- Drowning, dogs, foxes
Ambitions- Nothing
Advantages- Great mentoring skills, hunting abilities, great listener
Disadvantages- Little tolerance of stupidity, not the best fighter
Favorite Scent- Rain
Least Favorite Scent- Crowfood
Favorite Color- Gray
Least Favorite Color- Brown
Favorite Prey- Sparrow
Least Favorite Prey- Fish
Looking a Little CloserBody features- Long legs and slender form
Scars- Small ones hidden in her pelt
Eye color- Green
Fur color- Dilute tortoiseshell
Size- Average size though taller thanks to long legs
Nice Meeting YouMentor wanted- N/A
Nicknames- None (just Mudlark)
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan
Other-Nothing
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Cat name- Shrewfrost
Gender- She-cat
Age- 34 Moons
Rank- Warrior
Desired rank- Queen
Desired name- N/A
On the Inside and the OutsideAppearance- Shrewfrost is a pale gray she-cat with a silvery sheen to her coat and dark tabby stripes accenting her coat. She has light blue eyes that often gleam with friendliness but may also turn cold with anger. She has a semi-long coat length with a feathery tail and white paws, though her hind legs are white up to where it connects to her soft, white belly fur.
Personality- She has a very sweet personality for the most part and is very tolerant of kits and is known best for being so motherly. She would gladly lay down her life for a single kit and views StarClan with reverence. She feels safest when with another Clanmate. Family has always been very important to her, especially since her mother and brother were all she had, growing up. She can display a fearsome side, but that's usually more when something is beyond her control and she feels helpless. She tries to be very up to date in everything as well, so she has a sense of control and very likely is a bit of a control freak.
History- She was born to Lilydapple and Stoneheart. Her father was found slain near one of the borders, but the murderer's scent was washed away by rain. This happened before Shrewfrost's birth and, as a result of the shock of finding out about her mate's death, Lilydapple had her kits a quarter moon early. Shrewfrost's brother was a medicine cat apprentice but sadly drowned. This has, however, not diminished Shrewfrost's love of swimming and she has gained a better appreciation of how important teaching young cats to swim is. She had kits after meeting a loner and having a fling. He, however, left after she told him she was having his kits. Only Loonpaw made it past the first quarter moon.
Love Life and FamilyMate- No one
Crush- None yet
Kits- Loonpaw
Sexuality- Straight
Kin- Loonpaw (son), parents are deceased, brother is deceased
Apprentice(s)- None yet
Mentor- N/A
Friends- Whomever wants to be
Enemies- None yet
The Little DetailsBreed- Domestic Shorthair
Secrets- Loonpaw's father was a rogue
Likes- Kits and swimming
Dislikes- Arguing with anyone
Fears- Loonpaw being injured
Ambitions- None
Advantages- Great hunter, strong swimmer, maternal instincts
Disadvantages- Being a bleeding heart (really soft-hearted)
Favorite Scent- Water, mallow
Least Favorite Scent- Crowfood
Favorite Color- Blue
Least Favorite Color- Yellow
Favorite Prey- Fish or vole
Least Favorite Prey- Blackbird
Looking a Little CloserBody features- Long fur
Scars- Just small ones from the occasional scrap or clumsy action
Eye color- Pale blue
Fur color- Silvery--gray with tabby markings
Size- Average size
Nice Meeting YouMentor wanted- None
Nicknames- Shrew
Clan/ Residence- CreekClan
Other- Nothing
