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Username;; WolvesLionsCats.
Name;; "My name is Flamepaw. What's yours?"
Nickname/s;; Fire and Blaze, but only cats who are close to Flamepaw call her Blaze.
Gender;; Flamepaw is very offended by this question. She is obviously a she-cat.
Age;; Flamepaw is roughly 8 moons. She is fully 8 moons and 3 days.
Rank;; Flamepaw is an apprentice.
Mentor;; (Is Blackwing okay?)
Persona;; Flamepaw is a good hunter and once she has a goal, she is determined to achieve it. She is protective, smart, and always willing to learn. She is very impatient and she can't control her temper. She also hates it when cats repeat themselves or talk loud.
Appearance;; A dark orange tabby with dark blue eyes. She has a white underbelly, chest, tail-tip, and paws.
History;; Flamepaw was a kit when the battle first happened. She was miraculously saved by ThisleClan and had her apprentice ceremony in ThisleClan. She has been very grateful and always has a special place in her heart for all of the cats in Thisleclan, especially Thislestar, the cat who saved her.
Mother;; Skyheart; Skyheart was the ThunderClan medicine cat, but she died in the battle.
Father;; Unknown; Flamepaw's father was a rouge and he was only seen when he visited Flamepaw's mother when she just had her kits.
Siblings;; Hawkpaw; Hawkpaw was Flamepaw's brother, but he died in the horrible battle. Flamepaw almost NEVER talks about Hawkpaw.
Mate/s;; Flamepaw is too young to have a mate.
Crush/es;; She has never told anyone, but she has grown on Fishpaw. "Hey! What are you doing, telling all my secrets!"
Kit/s;; Flamepaw is MUCH too young to have kits, and she wants to have her full focus on her training.
Additional;; I may not be on a lot, but I will try my best.






"Hey what's up. Robinpaw here, tom, 10 moons. I'm an apprentice of Thistleclan right now, but soon I'll become a warrior. The best fighter, too!"
Robinpaw is a handsome young tom with a dark tabby pelt, pale green eyes and a ginger patch on his chest.
True to his word, Robinpaw is an excellent fighter, with all his lean muscles, athletic and swift build, and long claws. He is very vicious, serious, and battle-hungry when it comes to fighting, but with hunting... you could say he's clumsy at the least. Robinpaw is horrible at hunting. He's very impatient and always somehow scares off all the prey, but he doesn't care. All that's in his mind really, is when the next opportunity to show off his fighting skills is. Of course Robinpaw can still catch a few scarce pieces of prey or two once in a while, since he is very quick and clever, but just doesn't usually use those attitudes in hunting.
Robinpaw is extremely cocky, sarcastic and rude. Sometimes he thinks he's better than all the other apprentices and he loves boasting. He can be very nice and kind sometimes, though. Cats may talk about him behind his back and the elders may call him a rude little brat, but he could care less.
The reason for all of this? Is this just what Robinpaw's real personality is? Maybe, maybe not. All this could have something to do with his past, before he was found by Thistleclan when he was 5 moons old, but no cat knows because Robinpaw just completely shuts up when someone even mentions his history.
"Don't you think this ginger patch on my chest is awesome? I was named after it since it looks like a robin's colour. Ain't that cool?"
"Hello there. My name is Grizelda, although I'm more commonly known as 'Zel'. I am most certainly a she-cat, if you didn't know that then I would suggest you visit the Cutter. I am 14 moons old and a kittypet, whatever those clan cats call it."
As a pretty she-cat with a beautiful blue tortoiseshell pelt and green eyes, Grizelda is feminine and calm, yet she can also be assertive and rebellious. In fact, if it wasn't for her bright red collar with it's jingly bell, you never would have guessed that she was just a soft, pampered kittypet at first. Despite being one for her entire life, Grizelda is excellent at climbing and is pretty good at fighting as well, thanks to the skills her Mother taught her as a kit and her long claws that has been descended down her entire family.
Grizelda loathes getting entirely and thoroughly wet, and hates anything to do with swimming. This was all because of an incident that happened in her past which almost cost her her life.
It was one fine, sunny day, and the fluffy, young Grizelda was on a walk beside a gorge with her Mother. She was tagging behind; sniffing flowers here and there. Suddenly, she spotted a patch of particularly pretty flowers, tulips, near the drop of the cliff. Of course, being a curious, oblivious kit, Grizelda instantly sprung forward to it, only to find herself tumbling down the drop straight towards the crashing, icy cold river below a second later. When her Mother, who had jumped in after her in attempts to save her, finally pulled the grumpy, drenched Grizelda out onto the shore, Grizelda had already established her hatred towards water.
"I'll be keen to become a clan cat, loner or rogue if it means to leave this stupid twoleg nest I'm stuck in."



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