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G E M
She-cat||11 moons||Loner||No crush||Tags;
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Gem was sitting on a trash can just outside a large twoleg den, grooming her tangled pelt until it returned to it's original, soft texture. The young cat purred, enjoying the cool breeze as it blew through her fur and whiskers. She stayed there for a little while before finally jumping down and walking away, but not making it too far when she bumped into a fence. "Ouch!" It happened sometimes where she would be too distracted to concentrate on her senses, which usually resulted in bumping into things. Being blind would normally be thought of as a disadvantage, a weakness, but for Gem, she had gotten used to it. She knew where twoleg roads were, she recognized plenty of different scents. She could survive the city.
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P E B B L E C L A W
She-cat||25 moons||Deputy of StreetClan||No crush||Tags;
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Pebbleclaw sat on top of a dumpster, golden-yellow eyes scanning the camp. The large she-cat often woke up before others, enjoying the fresh air and the quiet of the morning. It always seemed to bring her a sense of calm and relaxation.