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[Spirit Lion]

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[Spirit Lion]

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[arabmorgan]

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• N a m e : Lightninstripe
• G e n d e r : she-cat
• A g e : 24 moons.
• R a n k : warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : deputy

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Lightningstripe's pelt is a soft, pale ginger that enhances her bright emerald eyes. Her face is faintly tabby striped with darker ginger, although the markings extend no further than her head. The fur beneath her chin is white, like a bib, and covers just half of her chest; it is the only splash of colour other than ginger on her coat. Her pelt is thick and visibly soft but not overly long, so it's not an absolute pain to wash and keep clean. Lightningstripe's body structure is slender, lacking the bulk that many toms have, which lends her speed and agility in hunting or in battle. However, she is by no means small or weak, and her hindquarters are reasonably well-muscled.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Quiet by nature, Lightningstripe is usually calm and approachable. It would take much indeed to rile up this she-cat, something which very few cats are thoroughly capable of. Lightningstripe is very attuned to the feelings of those around her, and generally takes on the role of peacemaker in the Clan. However, she rarely expresses her thoughts or feelings to anyone, preferring to keep them private. She excels at analyzing the big picture of situations, which comes in handy for battle tactics. However, this means that she is often prone to overthinking and can be quite a worrier. She is extremely protective of those she loves, and will turn vicious if they are threatened.
• H i s t o r y : Lightningstripe was born in the beautiful season of new-leaf, which remains her favourite season to this day. Despite her brother's insistence that she join in his 'adventures, she had a relatively smooth apprenticeship with few 'incidents' to speak of. During this time, a bout of greencough struck the Clan in the middle of leafbare. Lacking catmint due to the continual snow, many cats were lost, including Lightningstripe's parents. Just two moons after, without any family members to witness her warrior ceremony, she received her full warrior name.

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• F a t h e r : Tigerheart, deceased
• M o t h e r : Larkwing, deceasede
• S i b l i n g s : A brother, Eaglewing
• S e c r e t C r u s h : none yet
• C r u s h : none yet
• M a t e : none yet
• O f f s p r i n g : No mate means no kittens, but she would love to have a litter or two in the future.

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• N a m e : Eaglewing
• G e n d e r : tom
• A g e : 24 moons
• R a n k : warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : warrior

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Eaglewing is a lean silver tabby with striking pale green eyes. His body is striped with pale gray, with darker gray tabby stripes on his legs, tail and face. Well-muscled and slightly bulkier than most cats, Eaglewing nevertheless possesses a surprising speed for his frame. His coat is short, soft and glossy when well-groomed.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Fun-loving and sociable, Eaglewing's frequent enthusiastic, childish actions belies his intelligent, brave interior. His open, fun-loving personality endears him to his Clanmates, who look upon him with tolerant affection. He loves his sister more than he can express, and loves annoying her even more; it can be said that his unusual speed probably comes from escaping her wrath throughout kithood! Eaglewing can be impulsive, jumping into situations without much prior thought, and Whitestar has threatened more than once that he'll never get an apprentice unless he corrects that. He often acts as a peacemaker between squabbling Clanmates, preferring to find a peaceful solution to conflict.
• H i s t o r y : Born in new-leaf, Eaglewing enjoyed an ideal environment for playful kits, with butterflies, freshkill and flowers aplenty. As was to be expected, Eaglewing's early life was rather eventful; from sneaking out of camp as a kit to falling in the stream while collecting water for the elders, he accomplished all that and more. Finally, a dislocated shoulder after a fall out of a tree delayed Eaglewing's warrior name by more than a moon, something that sobered him up for barely 3 moons, much to the Clan's dismay and amusement.

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• F a t h e r : Tigerheart, deceased
• M o t h e r : Larkwing, deceasede
• S i b l i n g s : A sister, Lightningstripe
• S e c r e t C r u s h : Silverfish
• C r u s h : none that he thinks the Clan knows of
• M a t e : Eaglewing hasn't had a mate, but one thing he does have is a large interest in pretty she-cats.
• O f f s p r i n g : Ever the typical tom, Eaglewing has given no thought to kits at all.

[Spirit Lion]

{{ Accepted. We can start! }}

Lightstar
She-cat
About 25 moons
Leader
Apprentice -- None
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- No one at the moment
Thoughts -- Patrols...

The cream coloured she-cat flicked her tail tip as she sat in her nest, giving a wide yawn. Lightstar was tired and slightly stressed, she needed to pick a Deputy soon, but for now she was in charge of picking the patrols and making sure everything went smoothly. Slightly clawing at her nest, the Leader got to her paws and padded out into the camp clearing, her icy blue eyes flashing as Lightstar looked slowly around.

Deerfoot
Tomcat
About 25 moons
Warrior
Apprentice -- Birdpaw
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- Greeting Lightstar
Thoughts -- Please let me get on a border patrol

Yawning and opening his green-brown eyes, Deerfoot didnt really want to get up and out of his warm nest at this point. Half jumping to his paws, the brown and white tabby tom quickly made his way out of the Warriors' Den and into the clearing, spotting his sister, Lightstar, just coming out of her den. Deerfoot bound over to her with a large smile, "Hey, Lightstar." He really wanted to be put on a border patrol today, but he got to go though his sister to get that spot.

Bearfur
Tomcat
About 30 moons
Warrior
Appreitnce -- None
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- No one
Thoughts -- Why are they all smiling?

The dark brown tom was sitting outside by the camp entrance, his eyes cold and staring forwards as he thought to himself. Bearfur's cold green eyes wandered around the clearing, watching all the cats come out from the dens with bright smiles on their faces. The best he could do was not hiss at them to quit smiling like mouse-brains.

Leopardpaw
She-cat
6 1/2 moons
Apprentice
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- No one
Thoughts -- Ugh..

Curled up in her nest in the Apprentices' Den half asleep, Leopardpaw felt like she wanted to just stay in her nest all day and sleep instead of training. With a large sigh, the golden spotted tabby she-cat opened her bright green eyes, looking around the den before sitting up. There was moss stuck to her shoulder, so Leopardpaw gave it a quick lick before she moved on to groom her chest.

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• N a m e : "Well, it does say in the title? But since you are obviously a load of mouse brains, I guess I could tell you... It's Sunpaw, born Sunkit.."
• W a r r i o r N a m e : I'll let you choose, but my top three are Sunfish, Sunstorm and Sunheart.
• G e n d e r : "Tom, seriously? I'm amazed you even need to ask, I mean, do I look like a she cat to you?"
• A g e : "7 moons, same as my pathetic sister Petalpaw."
• R a n k : "Well, SunPAW? The clue is kinda in the name, but I'm an apprentice.".
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "I'll give you a clue, SunSTAR, I mean, who doesn't want to be leader?"

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• A p p e a r a n c e : "I'm a light ginger tabby Tom with a white chest and paws. My build is quite tall and also stocky, my strengths lie in fighting rather than hunting but that's been clear for a long time now. My eyes are green I think, but I've never actually checked, jut trusted Petalpaw which was probably really mousebrained."
• P e r s o n a l i t y : "Well, I'm said to be sarcastic, some people do get really annoyed at my sense of humour, but my reply to them is DEAL WITH IT. I'm not one to take notice of other's opinions, so screw them. I'm not caring, at all but you know, oh well. I'm very strong willed and tough to break, it's hard to make me upset, but easy to make me feel down. I have low self esteem I guess, not much makes me feel good."
• H i s t o r y : I was born to to dark forest warriors, Birdsong and Tigerclaw, sound familiar eh? Thankfully, I got all my mother's looks. The clan took us in and that's about it..."

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• F a t h e r : Words.
• M o t h e r : Words.
• S i b l i n g s : Words.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : Words.
• C r u s h : Words.
• M a t e : Words.
• O f f s p r i n g : Words.

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• N a m e : Words.
• W a r r i o r N a m e : (If already warrior delete this section, if not, then replace these instructions with warrior name instead.)
• G e n d e r : Words.
• A g e : Words.
• R a n k : Words.
• 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 : Words.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Words.
• H i s t o r y : Words.

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• F a t h e r : Words.
• M o t h e r : Words.
• S i b l i n g s : Words.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : Words.
• C r u s h : Words.
• M a t e : Words.
• O f f s p r i n g : Words.

[elfish]

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Location ;; Camp
Activity ;; Eating a thrush
Mood ;; Grouchy; irritated
With ;; No one
Crush ;; No one

Of course the sun just had to rise. Of course the warriors around him just had to snore and be a nuisance. Of course the sunlight just had to strike him directly on the face!

Not for the first time, Wolfstride wished that he could rip the sun out of the sky and throw it into the deepest abyss. Then maybe he could get some sleep around this hellhole. Face buried between his paws, he hissed and flinched when the sunlight's unmerciful glare burned right into her face. His brown, lightly black striped paws rubbed furiously at his eyes and his whiskers twitched irritably. Today was not going to be a good idea. Everyday was never a good day, Wolfstride corrected himself. It was always too bright, too cold, too stuffy, too wet, too everything. It was ever the perfect weather, but what was Wolfstride's definition of a perfect weather? Well, he didn't really have one, but he just needed something to complain about.

The brown warrior rolled onto his left side, hoping that perhaps the sun's irritating light could shine on his back and not his face. The yellow light struck his brown and black shaded back. Across his back, in three thick stripes, are mottled brown-and-black markings. Not the very common, right? His long, regally arched neck was curved inwards, his face tucked into his chest, and he muttered a curse to the sun. If only he had the power to really do something about it... Forcefully shutting his eyes, Wolfstride attempted to drown out the irritating, overwhelming snores of the warriors around him, but wasn't very successful in that aspect. Just as he was about to slip into an even deeper sleep, a chortle shocked him awake. "Shut up, crow-food eating mousebrain," Wolfstride muttered to himself, soft, fluffy tail lashing angrily. But, of course, the snoring drawled onward and Wolfstride was just about ready to rip his ears off.

Then he decided that getting some sleep was futile. No matter how hard he tried, he would never succeed. Grouchily, he abruptly sat up in his nest, not really minding those around him, and crankily proceeded to groom himself in agitated, furious licks. He washed his face and whiskers and set his paws down. After about five minutes of grooming and drifting up to sleep, Wolfstride stood and walked out of the den. He stepped on some tails, but it wasn't his fault at all. 'They should know better than to leave their tails out like that,' he snorted to himself. Tail lashing and probably hitting some in the face, Wolfstride escaped the group of sleeping warriors and found himself outside and found himself outside. The sunlight completely washed over his brown-shaded body and Wolfstride grumbled. With his long legs in which earned him his warrior name, he dragged himself to the fresh-kill pile and eyeballed the pile. It was piteously low with only two mice and a single thrush to call food. "This wouldn't even feed the nursery," Wolfstride scoffed irritably. Using his nose, he pushed aside the mouse on top and claiming the thrush for himself. It was averagely sized, though the method of killing was sloppy at its best. Most likely a new apprentices' kill. Or a lazy warrior's. Wolfstride grumbled to himself as he tore the thrush apart.

Scooping it up between his teeth, Wolfstride carried the selected mouse and walked over to the edge of camp, underneath a timber tree's shade, and began to feast upon it. As soon as he bit into it, he only found disappointment as the mouse's distasteful flavor filled his mouth. It was dry and hard to chew, as if every moisture had been sucked out of it. It was most likely an elderly mouse, he figured with grumpiness as he ate.

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Location ;; River
Activity ;; Swimming; attempting to hunt fish
Mood ;; Determined
With ;; No one
Crush ;; No one

While the other cats of RainClan slept in their comfortable, warm dens, Silverfish was not. She had woken long ago, roused by the snoring of her fellow warriors, which was very unlike the apprentices' den. You see, she was still a newly made warrior and was an apprentice only a moon ago. The apprentices' den was quiet and roomy; there weren't much apprentices, after all. In her six moons of apprenticeship, she had grown used to and affectionate of the silence. It allowed her room to think, plus she appreciated her personal space not being invaded. But in the warriors' den, it was very different. With many other warriors all pushed into a single den, Silverfish found it uncomfortable. The snores, though she attempted to drown it out with thoughts, was too much to bear. It got stuffy easily, though that became a blessing during leaf-bare. And some cats were just plain unpleasant in their sleep. After hours of twisting and turning, Silverfish finally gave up the chase with sleep and got up and out of the den.

Outside, it was quiet. Not a cat stirred, and only the song of the crickets were heard. The brisk air calmed her jumpy nerves and Silverfish sighed in content. The moon hung high in the sky, dotted with stars. Off to the dark canvas that was called the sky, there was a path of milky white -- Silverpelt. Silverpelt was where all the StarClan cats lived, where all their ancestors went after they died. Silverfish sat there, her black ears twitching and fluffy silver-and-black tail curled neatly on her paws. Up there, she knew that her parents resided. Riverdapple and Rainfall... Silverfish sighed with a sense of longing. She was envious of cats who still had their parents. Only moons ago (when she was nine moons old, to be exact) her mother was challenged whilst on border patrol by a group of loners. There was a fight, according to Wolfstride, and Rainfall was immediately killed for standing in the way of the attacking loner and a fellow Clanmate. She died a hero. And her father? Silverfish never knew her father; he was a stranger in her life, but she loved him nonetheless.

Eventually, the quiet of the camp bothered her. Usually, she would hear the bustle and mews of her fellow Clanmates, and scents would surround her head. Now, with not a leaf stirring, it felt very strange. So she stood and padded towards the direction of the river, to complete a promise that she had made herself days before when she visited the river. When she got there, which didn't take too long, Silverfish stood at the edge and dipped her silver-gray paws in. Unlike most cats, Silverfish could swim. She was a skilled one at that, too, but never knew how to hunt. The fishes would always see her shadow and flee at the last moments before her paw struck the water surface. There didn't seem to be a strategy to fix that, except for trapping the fish.

"C'mon," she told herself in a breathy voice. Silverfish steeled her nerves and descended into the water, allowing the cool wetness to soak into her long pelt and drag her down. Thankfully, her pelt was not too thick as to hinder her swimming abilities. She kept walking until her paws were no longer touching the muddy bank, and that was when she pushed herself off and began to paddle. Fish fled around her, fleeing the large, furry, moving unidentifiable object.

[HP is a potato]

.::Birdpaw::.
|She cat|
|7 moons|
|Apprentice-Mentor Deerfoot|
|With-no one|
|Location- camp|
|Action- wandering|

I yawn as I leave my nest. I pad out of the den and stretch. I notice my mentor with the leader. I'll talk to him later. At this point I just stand near the entrance, watching other cats rise and stretch as I did.

((-apologies, I'm having a bit of a WB at this point, it should be over soon-))

[arabmorgan]

l i g h t n i n g s t r i p e
{ warrior } { she-cat } { 24 moons } { the calm }

Lightningstripe jerked awake when a paw tread hard on her tail. She barely restrained an annoyed hiss, both at the ache in her tail and at being awoken so early in the day. Through slitted eyes, she watched Wolfstride exit the warriors' den, releasing a sigh when his tail flicked out of sight; there was no point in creating conflict with the bad-tempered tom. Stretching as luxuriously as she could in the cramped space, the ginger she-cat flicked a few bits of moss of her pelt before carefully making her way to the den entrance, hoping she hadn't missed the hunting patrol.

The faint morning sunlight warmed her pelt when Lightningstripe emerged from then den, making her feel much more awake. A quick glance around told her that the patrols hadn't been assigned yet, so she sat down in a warm patch of light to begin washing. As she gave her fur a couple of quick licks, her belly rumbled with hunger, and she padded past the fresh-kill pile to pick some prey out. There were only two small mice left, though, which the apprentices would probably need for training later. She sighed, deciding to do without until at least a hunting patrol or two had been sent out.

e a g l e w i n g
{ warrior } { tom } { 24 moons } { the friendly }

Eaglewing cracked an eye open as the rustling of bracken and moss of cats leaving the den heralded the arrival of morning. Blinking and shaking his pelt vigorously, the tom gave himself a quick wash to appear presentable before trotting cheerfully out of the warriors' den. "Morning!" he called, nodding to the various cats around, his tail waving excitedly. Flicking Lightningstripe on the shoulder as he padded over to Lightstar and Deerfoot, he cast a playful glance back at his annoyed-looking sister before turning to the leader. "Hello, Lightstar," he chirped, sitting down in front of her. "Are you assigning the patrols soon?"

After a moment of thought, Eaglewing's pale eyes lit up deviously. "Should I wake the other warriors for patrol?" he asked Lightstar innocently, hoping she would agree so he could crash into the den like an angry badger. They'll get the shock of their lives! he thought gleefully.

[Spirit Lion]

Lightstar
She-cat
About 25 moons
Leader
Apprentice -- None
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- Deerfoot and Eaglewing
Thoughts -- Patrols...

The young leader wanted to sigh and go and sit in her den for the remander of the day. "Hello, Deerfoot, Eaglewing." Lightstar greeted the two toms, her icy blue gaze studying Eaglewing quickly as he sat down in front of her. "I think they'll wake up on their own, Eaglewing." She meowed, a small purr of amusement in her voice, watching her brother sit down next to her. "I was thinking letting the Apprentices train with their mentors before they went out on a patrol?" Lightstar half asked the two Warriors, curling her tail around her paws.

Deerfoot
Tomcat
About 25 moons
Warrior
Apprentice -- Birdpaw
No crush/mate
Speaking to -- Greeting Lightstar
Thoughts -- Please let me get on a border patrol

Deerfoot flicked his tail tip and shurgged, glancing at Birdpaw befre answering. "I can take Birdpaw out hutning if you want me to?." The brown tabby tom had been looking forward to getting on an early patrol, but he saw that wasnt going to happen now.

Bearfur
Tomcat
About 30 moons
Warrior
Appreitnce -- None
No crush/mate
Mood -- Unhappy
Speaking to -- No one
Thoughts -- Grrr.

Bearfur stalked past Lightningstripe, lashing his tail from side to side as he waited for the patrols to be assigned. He felt like he wanted to rip his claws down some cats pelt as he slightly paced near the Nursery, his long dark brown fur slightly fluffed out. Growling to himself, Bearfur glared at Lightstar, Eaglewing, and Deerfot sitting around by the Leaders Den just talking, temped to stalk over there and tell them to hurry it up.

Leopardpaw
She-cat
6 1/2 moons
Apprentice
No crush/mate
Mood -- Tired and happy
Speaking to -- Lightningstripe
Thoughts -- Ugh..

Jumpping to her paws, ears perked, Leoparedpaw padded out of the Apprentices' Den, her bright green eyes wandering to the freash kill pile and Lightningstripe. The small golden tabby she-cat started over towards the Warrior and the two small mice. "Good morning, Lightningstripe." Leopardpaw greeted the older she-cat with a friendly smile. She looked down at the two small mice, flicking her tail tip back and forth. She guessed that a hunting patorl needed to be sent out rather soon if all of the Clan wanted to eat something this morning, but, taking a quick glance around, Leopardpaw saw that most the Warriors were still outside in the clearing.

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• N a m e : Cloverpaw. She was given the name 'Clover-' as a kit for her green eyes and love of rolling in clover patches. Her fur still smells of the flower, so whenever Cloverpaw is nearby, you'll be able to tell by her flowery scent.
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Cloverdapple. This is the name she'd always dreamed of having, for no actual reason.
  In some of her dreams, in which she is a warrior, she is called by this name.
• G e n d e r : She-cat. It's sort of obvious, her voice and body say a few things about her gender.
• A g e : 8 Moons. She's spent two moons in training and can't wait to become a warrior!
• R a n k : Apprentice, but she wants to prove that she's a great warrior.
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior! There's nothing she wants more.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : wip
• P e r s o n a l i t y : wip
• H i s t o r y : wip

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• F a t h e r : Oakbreeze: killed in battle. Lives in StarClan.
• M o t h e r : Vixenfoot: alive. Lives as a loner.
• S i b l i n g s : Jaypaw and Foxpaw: alive. Live in RainClan.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : No one. Cloverpaw doesn't have a secret crush, because she believes love is to be saved for warriors. Another reason to want to become a warrior, too!
• C r u s h : She doesn't have a crush, see above.
• M a t e : She doesn't have a mate, see above.
• O f f s p r i n g : She doesn't have kits, see above.