.ＳｔｒｅａｍＣｌａｎ.Ｓｅｍｉ-Ｌｉｔ.Ｏｐｅｎ. Ｌｆ .Ｄｅｐｕｔｙ.

[Puddles.]

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• N a m e : ReedLeap
• G e n d e r : Tom
• A g e : Unknown
• R a n k : Warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Deputy

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : A very light cream colored tom with faded emerald eyes.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : ReedLeap is fun and easy going. He hates putting stess on others and himself. He can be firm and stern and at times slightly stubborn, but his main way is being polite, kind, and joking.
• H i s t o r y : Every cat knows that ReedLeap came from one of the rival clans as a kit, wanting to join StreamClan. He had been often teased in his old clan as a kit so one day he ran away, arriving at StreamClan where he grew up. His clan didn't try to claim him back. Only when he became a powerful and skilled warrior did they try to. But ReedLeap down right refused.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Unknown
• M o t h e r : Unknown
• S i b l i n g s : "They are dead to me,"
• S e c r e t C r u s h : That's a Secret!
• C r u s h : N/A
• M a t e : Nope
• O f f s p r i n g : None

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : WhirlPaw
• W a r r i o r N a m e : WhirlMist or WhirlHeart...But I like the first one better.
• G e n d e r : She-Cat
• A g e : Unknown
• R a n k : Apprentice
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior! But I need to train first....

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : A silver grey tabby cat with light aqua eyes.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : WhirlPaw is very kind and likes to make friends. She is over protective on her past, and her brother. She is very sweet, clever, caring, and nimble. If she gets mad she transforms. She turns really cold, cruel, and angry.
• H i s t o r y : WhirlPaw and AdderPaw are two clan born apprentices. But many don't think they're 'pure'. Their mother was a beautiful she cat, she took the breath away from many toms. But she never took a mate. Then, one day she ended up expecting kits. Many rumors were spread on who was the kit's father. The real thing began when they were born. WhirlPaw looked exactly like her mother, right down to the curve of her tail. And AdderPaw....Didn't even look like he was from StreamClan! He looked more like a DewClan cat, which made the clan furious. Had the kits mother, VioletDaze, actually taken a cat from another clan as a mate? One day, VioletDaze just walked out of camp and never came back. Many cats believe her to be dead.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Unknown
• M o t h e r : VioletDaze
• S i b l i n g s : AdderPaw
• S e c r e t C r u s h : N/A
• C r u s h : N/A
• M a t e : Nope
• O f f s p r i n g : 0_0

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : AdderPaw
• W a r r i o r N a m e : AdderSwipe,AdderFang,AdderVenom
• G e n d e r : Tom
• A g e : Unknown
• R a n k : Apprentice
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior but I have to go through training first...If I make it.

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : A light brown tom with darker brown tabby markings. He has blazing orange eyes.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : He is quiet,and mysterious. He stays out of every one's way never meeting their gaze. He is aware of the rumors that are whispered about him and the dirty glares that are shot at him. The only cat he ever talks to is his sister and she is always laughing and smiling around him.
• H i s t o r y : WhirlPaw and AdderPaw are two clan born apprentices. But many don't think they're 'pure'. Their mother was a beautiful she cat, she took the breath away from many toms. But she never took a mate. Then, one day she ended up expecting kits. Many rumors were spread on who was the kit's father. The real thing began when they were born. WhirlPaw looked exactly like her mother, right down to the curve of her tail. And AdderPaw....Didn't even look like he was from StreamClan! He looked more like a DewClan cat, which made the clan furious. Had the kits mother, VioletDaze, actually taken a cat from another clan as a mate? One day, VioletDaze just walked out of camp and never came back. Many cats believe her to be dead.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Unknown
• M o t h e r : VioletDaze
• S i b l i n g s : WhirlPaw
• S e c r e t C r u s h : N/A
• C r u s h : N/A
• M a t e : Nope.
• O f f s p r i n g : 0_0

[houndjaw]

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Ｂａｓｉｃｓ

• N a m e : whitepool.
  originally, there had been dispute over what his name would be. his father, starclan rest his soul, was a bit on the quaint side, and wanted to name his son something from the myths. his mother, a fiery she-cat, was nonetheless spitting when she heard the name whitekit slip from her mate's lips, though eventually he won the battle of words. as whitekit became to be known as whitepaw, he began to show off his nonchalant attitude, thus earning himself the name whitepool.
  
• G e n d e r : hopefully he doesn't look like a she-cat...
  
• A g e : with age, comes experience.
  and in his case, whitepool is halfway there with an appropriate, respectable age of twenty-eight moons.
  
• R a n k : warrior.
  nothing more, nothing less.
  
• D e s i r e d R a n k : hm?
  whitepool has received the most desired rank for most cats! a proud warrior of a proud clan, though sometimes he cares to wonder how far he could strive to become deputy... ambition has never played a big part in his life, nor will it predictably ever, and he would care not if his clanmates scorned him for turning down the chance to become deputy if the chance arose.

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : poofy.
  in a sense, anyhow. he has inherited the more than unfortunate white fur color that his mother had, plus the follicles that made his father's charcoal pelt stand up as if bristled. put these two together, and you have yourself an over-sized looking tom cat with a thick, nearly waterproof white pelt. of course, there are wispy dark gray splotches and patches here and there that signify that he is kin to his father at all, around his ears, nose, and tail. as a warrior of streamclan, though, he can pack a lot of punch into his hits, and for this he has made himself a renowned fighter to the clan. to himself, anyway. possibly the most startling feature of whitepool is his pair of smug, minty green eyes that sit nearly slanted in his skull.
  
• P e r s o n a l i t y :
  nonchalant . collected in thought is more of the word that describes him, really. it is quite unnerving at times to look at him and see nothing but a blank poker face, which is why whitepool is most known for being a master of emotion, both physically and mentally. not that he doesn't care - he does - he'd rather just keep melodramatic stuff out and bring the important things into view. yes, nothing but business will come out of him; the seriousness of situations, it seems, has placed itself between whitepool's shoulders for him to carry the burden. but he isn't complaining, work keeps him busy. and as long as he's busy, a day's work will not be wasted.
  impetuous . the one weakness that has not come over him after all these seasons of trying to keep the peace: impatience. whitepool's heedless need for violence and rashness has led to an unfortunate turn in events in several occasions, in which he had to fulfill punishments ordered by the leader. but this does not give any cat the place to call him high-strung, oh, no. that is an offense on his part. he is much too matured to be called an eager kit, and will jump to his own defense if it be needed.
  snarky . so many testy, testy toms in streamclan. it's a wonder that no one has traded claws yet, but then again, with the seasons changing and the game of mates heating up, it's only a matter of time before someone snaps. it's a possibility that whitepool may be one of these sharp cats, though he would never fight a clanmate. too brash and stupid, he says. he'd rather take what little anger he has and direct it toward his loyalty and passion for his clan.
  
• H i s t o r y : a bit to mention, though i daresay it isn't a necessity to know...
  both of his parents were clan-born, he had always suspected, since they both got treated with the same amount of respect and honor as the other fellow warriors. his mother was known for her beauty and grace, and for this, she was forever known as littlestep, a dainty white dame whom had always had the appearance of a pampered kittypet but the brave and spirited heart of a true warrior. perhaps this is why his more boisterous and daring father, aspentooth, fell hard for her. he fell in love with her need for adventure, her want for trouble when tranquility was like a blanket over the clan. they had kits together after becoming mates for nearly a whole season, but still, that didn't keep from disaster nearly striking. three little bundles, all nearly white with blocks of gray throughout their fluffy kitten pelts. three little kits, born in a rush of panic and pain as littlestep fought hard for her life. the first two kits, tiny she-kits, then lastly, a tom. aspentooth and littlestep named them at birth, giving their daughters the names snowykit and featherkit. there was dispute over the little tom's name, but finally, aspentooth had won and from that moment the little tom cat, the last-born of littlestep's litter, would be known as whitekit.
  so moons passed. nothing changed, except the fact that littlestep's kits were growing. and growing. soon, there was an apprentice ceremony, but not before grief welled a single time, in which it wouldn't for seasons to come. aspentooth grew sick with the deadly greencough, and though he was a strong cat, the sickness had gripped him like a vice. he died while his family slept, awaiting the apprentice ceremony that would happen the very next day. as planned, snowykit became snowypaw, featherkit became featherpaw, and whitekit became whitepaw, though tragedy was heavy in their hearts. littlestep was hit hard most, though, and eventually the lovely queen stopped eating. stopped receiving the medicine that kept her alive when she wouldn't consume food. it wasn't soon before she, too, died, leaving her kits to become orphans within their own home.
  seasons passed, grief came and went, and more hardship came and went. snowypaw, being the eldest, had had to keep her siblings together through kithood, and was doing a fine job until sorrow finally weighed on her shoulders. she announced to the clan one day without warning that she was leaving, and asked featherpaw and whitepaw to join her as a rouge. as if you couldn't imagine, featherpaw and whitepaw did not agree kindly to that. featherpaw and snowypaw fought, which ended in snowypaw storming out of the camp and into the wilderness, where whitepaw suspected up until this day she is happy. so the two grew until their warrior assessments came, featherpaw becoming feathernose, and whitepaw becoming whitepool. too soon did trouble brew again, and this time, it had struck poor feathernose. feathernose fell in love, but not with a clan cat. moreover, he was a rouge, and a troublesome one, at that. she kitted his children, pregnant with half-blooded clan cats, and for this she was scorned by her clanmates. when she could not find the rouge she flew into a state of hysteria and extreme sadness, which may have been the start of her sanity slowly slipping away. moons later, the time came for her kits to be born. by this time, her mind had turned as rancid as crowfood. she slipped away before she alerted anyone and gave birth to two kits, but they had barely taken a breath before feathernose killed them out of hatred for the rouge who had deserted her. but it was confessed a difficult job, the birth. feathernose died from the loss of her own blood, her body found days later by passing patrols of streamclan.
  time dragged on, it seemed, though whitepool was all but oblivious to him. he feared that he had lost his own mind after he learned of feathernose's gruesome death, but he was merely mourning in his own silent way. a season passed, and now he has gotten over the burden of his misshaped thoughts of leaving the clan, and this is where he stands today.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : aspentooth [ deceased. cause of death : greencough ]
  
• M o t h e r : littlestep [ deceased. cause of death : unknown ]
  
• S i b l i n g s :
  feathernose [ cause of death : loss of blood ]
  snowypaw [ whereabouts unknown ]
  
• S e c r e t C r u s h : ha!
  a crush is a crush, there is no secret to it, unless it is out of clan ranks. which, i assure you, will not happen to whitepool.
  
• C r u s h : perhaps in time.
  but for now, he'd rather stick to caring for his clan.
  
• M a t e : a waste of time, in his opinion.
  all the lovey-dovey business makes him sick. and, personally, he couldn't handle being so close to someone. y'know... personal space and all?
  
• O f f s p r i n g : kits aren't really a big focus.
  besides, they know as much about personal space as a mate.

[firefly *]

{ All finished forms are accepted! Thank you everyone for joining, we may now start. ^w^

[fruitbat]

{ ohh yay! do we start with everyone waking up? }

[firefly *]

{ Mhmn, it's a warm, sunny morning, clear skies with a light breeze dancing through the sunwarmed air. Oh, right, please PM me if you have any mentor or apprentice you would like your cat to have. c:

[brad!]

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• N a m e : "Well, hello there. My name is Snowfoot."
• G e n d e r : "I am insulted that your incompetence has asked you this question. I'm feminine, if you honestly don't know."
• A g e : "It's rather disrespectful that you've asked what gender I am, and now you're requesting my age? Alright, fine, fine. I'm twenty-five moons. Is that satisfactory?"
• R a n k : "We'll, at least this question is half decent, I am a warrior."
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "I am satisfied with where I am, thank-you."

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : There's nothing special about her appearance; she's sleek and elegant, with a tabby pattern across her back and a white marking on her chest, which runs up to her muzzle. She lacks any major scars on her pelt, due to the fact she only recently joined the clan.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Snowfoot is a perceptive and analytical cat. She is rather thoughtful, and sometimes, her wandering mind can make it look like she is somewhat detached from reality and the surroundings around her. She is generally an easy-going and amendable cat, but if someone was to put her down, this she-cat would become outspoken and stubborn. She doesn't like to be the centre of attention, and tends to keep to herself when she can.
• H i s t o r y : Snowfoot was born in a tribe of cats, named 'Snow that Falls on Mountain', or shortened to Snow. Her mother's name was 'Wing of Flying Eagle' and her father was 'Wolf That Howls at Dusk'. She lived with the Tribe for some time, before leaving to pursue a love life with a clan cat, Ravenfur, after being convinced that he would make sure that the leader would let her stay in the clan. Unfortunately, upon approaching the clan, Snow witnessed Ravenfur with his actual mate. She was shattered, and she fled from the territory, and trespassed onto the territory of Streamclan. She has been there for only a few days.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Wolf That Howls at Dusk
• M o t h e r : Wing of Flying Eagle
• S i b l i n g s : Unknown.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "...I don't know anyone."
• C r u s h : "No."
• M a t e : "I do not have one."
• O f f s p r i n g : "I would like some."

[fruitbat]

m o o n w h i s p e r
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my eyes shoot open suddenly, blinking slightly, so they could get used to the darkness of the den. i see a faint sunlight painted on the walls of the den. i smile a little, nd rise slowly to my paws. i deside to shake mysekf out outside, just incase it got on the other warriors. i walk out of the den, a cool breeze running through my black and white pelt. i step out, and shake out my pelt. getting rid of any dust or dirt from thr floor. i look around the camp, silver eyes twinckling, no one else was up at the moment.

a s h p a w
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-sleeping-

{ i hope this is ok... }

[Spirit Lion]

Softfeather

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She-cat
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Warrior
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No crush
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Normal mood
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In camp - Just leaving the Warriors' Den
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Softfeather gave a last lick to her chest fur and got to her paws. The silver tabby she-cat arched her back in a streach, then stretched each leg in turn until they all shook. Padding over to the entrance of the Warriors' Den, she sighed and mumbled softly to herself, "We'll just see how today goes, Softfeather. Just stay calm and avoid anycat that's already rubbed your fur the wrong way." Shaking her fur, Softfeather padded out of the den and took a look around the camp. Maybe she would eat a small something then see if there was anything she could do around the camp. Nodding to herself, the silver tabby Warrior took off at a nice, even walk towards the freash kill pile.

[firefly *]

⇝Ｂｏｎｅｓｔａｒ

⪼ Ｒａｎｋ: Leader.
⪼ Ｃｒｕｓｈ: None.
⪼ Ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ: Sunpaw.
⪼ Ｍｏｏｄ: Content.
⪼ Ｗｉｔｈ: Softfeather & Moonwhisper.
⪼ Ｗｈｅｒｅ: Camp.

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Bonestar slowly untangled himself from the soothing embrace of sleep. His eyes became slivers of platinum for a moment before disappearing from sight beneath silver and black lids. Burning rays of sunlight pierced through the shadows of his cave, warming his striped pelt. He paused, waiting to hear the foot steps of his fellow warriors or the calm sounds of sleep.But they didn't come, it was completely silent, except for the muffled sounds of the water fall. It was an odd feeling to wake up alone after having spent so much time in warm dens filled with cats. He sighed slightly, suddenly feeling the weight of the clan on his shoulders for the first time. Opening his eyes once more he stood and shook his pelt clean of the sticking moss and feathers that still smelled heavily of the former leader. His eyes wandered to the bedding at his paws, taking notice of the black fur interwoven with the moss and feathers, fur that was not his. He sunk his claws into the soft nest, sudden anger filling him at the memory of loosing Ravenstar. It all seemed so far away, though it had happened only last moonhigh. Shaking his pelt roughly he knocked himself out of it and padded into the morning light, his tail swaying slowly behind him. He glanced around camp, noticing only Moonwhisper and Softfeather were awake. "Good morning." The tom meowed calmly.

[houndjaw]

. w h i t e p o o l .

something fell softly against whitepool's unconscious head, and though it was not at all heavy, it was indeed abrupt. he let out an alarmed snort and with reflexes as sharp as a snake's, lifted his head not a heartbeat later. as his green eyes grew accustomed to the darkness shrouding the den in which he slept in, realization hit him. i've overslept again? it hadn't seemed like only a few heartbeats ago that he had rested his head against the cool moss of his nest, and now here he was again being rudely awakened in routine. moss a-la-mode, the tom thought almost bitterly as he hooked up the piece of moss that had hit his head from moonwhisper getting up. the lithe she-cat's tail was just flitting away from the entrance as whitepool reverted his gaze upward, bits of loose moss falling from his gray-splotched head. "yeah, thanks for that," he grumbled before getting to his paws, beyond caring if he woke any cat else. the sun was already up, yet most warriors had yet to drag themselves out of bed. the warmth of sunlight hit the tom's fur with a much-needed satisfaction, and, for the moment, whitepool stood and stretched luxuriously until all of his limbs trembled in turn. then, as he started his daily ritual of cleaning moss out of his fur, he spotted the culprit to his end of much-needed sleep: moonwhisper. his whisker twitched, but not with amusement. moreover, a laid-back acceptance that she hadn't done it on purpose. "really, though," he murmured to himself between licks, "watch where you're throwing that stuff."