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✰ ᴠᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇɢᴀᴢᴇ ✰
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 23 moons
Clan;; Place with No Stars
Rank;; Medicine Cat
Personality;; In our world, Vulturegaze would be a diagnosed sociopath. The tom is obsessed with his appearance, making sure he looks his best over the safety and health of any cat. He constantly grooms himself and not only that, but demands that other cat commend his looks and brains. The impression he has of himself is that he is the best cat around with brains, brawn, and beauty and makes sure all the cats that so much as look at him agree. He rarely tells the truth in any situation unless it is to make sure that the person he's talking to is safely upset. When cats come in for treatment, he shows no empathy or really any sign of caring at all. He is extremely apathetic in every situation he's in and if you need someone to talk to, go anywhere but to him. He's certain to bring you down more. The worst part of this is that he doesn't even seem to care. The word 'guilt' means absolutely nothing to him as he has never felt it and has no desire to feel it. There has never been a time where he has felt bad for any of his actions. During the midst of a battle, while he may not be involved, he doesn't care. The situation does not scare him, in fact, very few things do. Situations others may find disturbing, such as a cat bleeding out all over their fur, he finds perfectly fine and he doesn't even flinch. He feels there is no reason to as it is not frightening. Despite all this, his behavior is very controlled. Everything he does is done with a plan and goal in mind. For instance, faking that he is normal. This is to keep him in his position and he does it very carefully. He cannot keep up relationships of any kind; not friends, not family, and most certainly not mate (not that he could have one if he wanted one). People other than him are useless in his eyes so why should he have anything to do with them. He's sharp and snappy to most people and just seems to hate being around them. Vulturegaze is anything but a charmer, although, if he really wanted to, he could fake it. He uses this in full effect towards the leader to keep his position as a medicine cat. He also will jump at the chance to do anything pleasurable, as long as he can avoid consequences. When given the opportunity, he's not afraid to kill a cat who comes in with nothing more than a thorn in there paw as long as he knows he can lie his way out of it. The sad part is, most everyone believes him.
Obviously, this is not acceptable behavior among any Clan, but the cat is unaware of this. He realizes that no one else does it--that he's an oddball--but he doesn't think anything of it. He's just an exception. He can do what he wants, and that's just normal.
History;; Vulturegaze was abandoned in the woods as a kit, so he has no clue what Clan he was in originally, if he was in a clan at all. When he was 10 moons old, some DuskClan cat found him and brought him back to the camp. While he was named a warrior apprentice, he refused to be peaceful in such a position. He killed the current medicine cat's apprentice and then went to the leader to convince him to be allowed to take the cat's place using every scrap of charm he had. The leader agreed, and the tom was given the rank he desired. A couple moons after Vulturegaze was given his warrior name, the current medicine cat was found to have kits and was kicked out of the Clan. The medicine cat tried with all her might to convince everyone that Vulturegaze was the father, but no one would believe her and she was exiled. Vulturegaze took her place and has happily been her replacement for the rest of his life. He died fairly young and not long after he was made official medicine cat. He found himself in the Dark Forest, his position already reserved for him.
Crush;; Forbidden and very unlikely to happen.
Mate;; Forbidden, although he was the father to kits with the former medicine cat. The she-cat however, was only used as a tool to get what he was wanted. The kits and their descendants have long since been forgotten and he has no idea where they are.
Other Info;; When he stares into your eyes, beg for your life.

✰ sᴀɴᴅsᴛʀɪᴘᴇ ✰
Gender;; Tom
Age;; 28 moons
Clan;; Starclan
Rank;; Warrior
Personality;; Sandstripe's personality is... bland, to put it nicely. He's dependable and determined, but kind, stubborn, and always working towards good. And that's him a nutshell! Bye, kits! Have a safe walk home!
Well, I can't actually can't leave it there since that's not really all true. Sure, he may seem like a paper cut hero at first, but no one can truly be that simple. He is dependaple and determined and blah, blah, blah, blah, but he is also easily stressed, despite what one might think. He learned to hide it now due to having to deal with it ever since he was little, so he'll look very calm to an outside eye. No matter what, he keeps up this façade, whether he's eating dinner or becoming a bear's dinner. Okay, he would be a little worried once he was attacked by a bear, but he would still seem... in control, I guess. One may call him eccentric because of this.
No matter what, the tom prefers to be active, so he has a bit of habit of pacing no matter the situation. Clan meeting? Oops! Time to pace! Waiting for someone to finally pounce at that thrush? Of course it's time to pace! Combine this with insomnia and you have a cat that wakes people up in the middle of the night by pure accident. He follows the warrior code very closely, but, that restlessness can get him in a bit of trouble, even when he doesn't mean any harm.
Sandstripe also loves a good story, making hanging out with the elders his favorite activity. This is something people generally find odd. Speaking of, you know how I said earlier how 'one may call him eccentric'? That's a lie. Anyone would call him eccentric. He likes to try out weird things, like swimming, just to see how it feels. Maybe he'll pounce on your tail like a kit, just to see how you'll react. Maybe he'll scream 'squirrel' during the middle of very serious conversation just because he feels like it. That's just the kind of person he is.
History;; To be perfectly honest, Sandstripe doesn't know his past. He's not sure why, but he doesn't remember anything that happened to him any other time rather than things that happened just before his death. No one else seems to know either here, but he doesn't mind. The things he does remember this: A murderous lover and him being force fed deathberries. Who the mate was, he has no clue, but he's actually pretty untrusting because of this. Don't worry, though, he's not afraid to be your friend.
Crush;; He's available, but he'll probably be scared to any sort of commitment or trust of anybody, so you'll have to work hard to even come close to this level.
Mate;; No. He might have had one a long time ago, but he doesn't remember.
Other Info;; Masks are his best friends.

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✰ CrowBlood ✰

Gender;; male.
Age;; answer here, in moons please
Clan;; place with no stars or starclan: starclan!
Rank;; warrior.
Personality;; she's a sweet cat. But she's usually serious. He loves to play, but he knows when it's no time for fun and games.
History;; Crowblood was not born in a clan. His parents were loners. He soon ventured off. He knew his parents would chase him off soon. He doesn't like hurting other cats, but will fight if he's absolutely got to. He was at the mountains, and unaware of a mountain lion. The lion killed him by clawing his stomach and waiting for him to bleed to death. It was too cold to move. He was too exhausted. He died in a cave.
Crush;; open
Mate;; open.
Other Info;; answer here[/center]

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✰ Sootclaw ✰

Gender;; Female
Age;; 38 Moons
Clan;; Place of No Stars
Rank;; Warrior
Personality;;
Cold, arrogant, and full of disdain, Sootclaw is not one that is easy to make friends with. She is fond of no one and is certainly not the type of cat to show affection. She is not likely to even acknowledge your existence unless you've proven yourself worthy of such to her. If disturbed, she's likely to take a slash at you. It's not uncommon for cats to approach her and then run yowling away with a new scratch deep upon to become a scar. She prefers to be left alone, and that's something you should definitely consider doing. No matter your rank or age, you'll get no respect from Sootclaw. Those of higher authority are lucky to even get their orders considered.
She wasn't always like this. She used to be loving and kind, happy and upbeat. She used to care. But that was before Applefrost lost her life. She'll never be that free spirit of a feline again. A darkness swept over the she-cat after the loss of her sister. Now she never shows emotions such as those. All you get from Sootclaw is rage, hatred, and cold heart.
She stalks through the shadows of the forest, itching to sink her claws into something. Itching to kill. The anger and agony she has suffered has consumed her completely. Sootclaw is the epitome of darkness and evil. That is what the core of her personality boils down to. You should expect nothing less.
History;;
There isn't much of anything to tell here I'm afraid. Sootclaw led a fairly normal life before she died. She was born into a litter of two to loving parents and was well taken care of within her Clan. She got into the usually trouble and mischievous adventures during her time as a kit and then as an apprentice. She went through her training as an apprentice and was made a warrior alongside her siblings.
As I said, she lived a fairly average life. Up until the first battle, however. She had been very close to her sister, Applefrost. The two were almost always seen with each other. Side by side through thick and thin. The first battle that the pair were a part of would also be the last they were ever in together. Applefrost was killed in the fight, and Sootclaw was devastated.
Though Sootclaw had always been rather off-putting to anyone who wasn't her sibling, this was the moment that the darkness began to creep into her heart. She became cold and angry, vowing revenge on the cat that had taken her sister from her and left her all alone.
His name was Eaglewing. Sootclaw keep careful watch of him, waiting patiently for the best moment to strike. After a moon had passed that moment had come. She had planned this attack and gone through it in her mind countless times over. The darkness had taken hold of Sootclaw and an unreasonable rage had taken over her very nature. There was no stopping this. No going back. She was alone, walking along the edge of her forest, when she happened upon Eaglewing. He, too, was alone, staring into the waters of the stream that separated the Clans.
Now was the time to strike.
Head held high, she hopped over the rocks and across the running water. "Hey, there," she purred. Eaglewing spun around, hair on end. "You're not supposed to be here," he snarled. Sootclaw smiled and walked toward him, running her tail along his chin before speaking softly. "No, I'm not." Eaglewing displayed obvious confusion, but before he could speak again, Sootclaw's eyes darkened and a growl rose in her throat before she slashed her claws across his throat. She pushed him into the stream, covered her scent trail, and padded away towards home, not once looking back.
Sootclaw continued to live her life as if it had never happened. She portrayed to her Clan a cat who was generally happy and friendly. They never discovered the evil that had taken root within. They never discovered that she was Eaglewing's killer. After his death was discovered, the two Clan's investigated for a short time before coming to the assumption that a rogue must have done the deed.
Moons passed and Sootclaw kept up her charade. She finally came to her end at the teeth of a fox. The animal had wandered into the territory and a small patrol came across it, causing it to attack. One misplaced footing left her vulnerable and the creature took the opportunity to make the killing blow. As a result of that fatal wound, Sootclaw now roams the Dark Forest, giving in to her blackened soul and cold nature that she had kept hidden for so long.
Crush;; Currently None
Mate;; Currently None
Other Info;; I think that's everything. Feel free to PM me if there's something else you'd like to know <3

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