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Basics.
Lizardstar is a large, light brown tabby tom with a feathery
'mane' around his neck and chest and he has hazel eyes. He
is of sixty-eight moons and currently has five lives.
Details.
Like most cats, Lizardstar was born into a litter of three,
and had both his mother and the other queens to care for
him. He had a pretty average upbringing, evolving from a
cheeky one that always got into trouble, to begging for the
apprentices to show him moves, until he himself became an
apprentices. From there, he went from a squeaky, nervous kit
and grew into a confident, powerful young tom. Before long,
Lizardpaw became Lizardclaw and pounced on any opportunity
for him to get out of camp and running across the moor or
slinking through the pine wood. Several moons had passed, and
the leader of the clan died of old age, leaving the clan in grief.
The deputy announced that night, that Lizardclaw would be the
new deputy of Breezeclan, and from the nods of approval and
murmurs of congratulation, it was clear he was a popular choice,
even if he was young. Since then, he has grown into a respectable
leader, one who will do what he can to protect his clan.
Romance.
He has yet to find interest in some-cat.
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Bramblewing, a tabby she-cat with white paws and muzzle
and pale yellow eyes. She is around 44 moons old.
Details.
Unlike a majority of cats, Bramblewing's father never came
forward to help raise her and her three siblings. Minnowsplash,
her mother, was stuck caring for them on her own as there
weren't any other queens in the nursery at the time. Bramblewing
was a quiet apprentice, very obedient too. Now as a warrior,
she is still rather quiet unless speaking to some one she trusts,
and she tends to keep out of the way although if something
catches her interest, she may crawl out of her shell. Not many
know, but she does have a temper but the reason why nobody
knows is she has a seemingly high tolerance.
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Romance.
Perhaps..
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Basics.
This tom answers to the name Robintail, and
is a young twenty four moons old. His fur is a
red-brown colour, with a soft texture to it, and
his eyes are a fresh green.
Details.
Robintail was the only surviving kit of a litter of
three, and was showered with attention from his
mother, who happened to be a very pompous
character that molded him into the conceited
tom-cat we all know and feel disdain for today.
But he isn't all bad. This high-tailed cat can be
very friendly and playful, always up for some
friendly competition or even just sharing tongues.
But when the time calls for seriousness, Robintail can
mellow down and focus on the task at paw, though
he may slip in a silly remarks to try help calm nerves.
So all in all, Robintail is a rather flirtacious and
egotistical, but is also a generally good-natured tom.
Romance.
He feels he's too young to be locked in a serious
relationship with some-cat, but does hope to maybe
have a mate and kits one day, in future.
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Basics.
Twist is a short-legged, stocky young she-cat whom is
coming onto her 33rd moon. She has a thick, yet soft light
brown coat with heavy tabby markings and a white flash
on her chest. Her eyes are a dull green.
Details.
Twtist wasn't actually born into the wild, brought up
to fight and hunt. No, she was in fact born a kittypet.
She had a pretty regular start to life, being taken care
of by her mother and housefolk, having all the toys in the
world to play with, and a lovely blanket to sleep on.
But, when the time came for she and her siblings to be
given away, she though she was going to a loving home
with gentle housefolk, to which her hopes were
completely wrong. A little old female came and took
her, harmless, right? Well, the female didn't take her
home, she took her to a house with two young males
and a mean looking female. There, she was left, to face
having to live with the two little brats. At her time at
that house, she was tormented; Chased around, put
outside with the big dog and sometimes locked in a
small cage. Yeah, it wasn't fun for Twist. Eventually,
she was about 20 moons old when the last straw came.
The older of the two males, whom she came to call
Rat-face, had locked her in the cage again. But this
time, he took her outside and toward the housefolk
pond (pool), where he dumped her in, bellowing loudly.
Being a house-cat, Twist wasn't used to being outside, let
alone in a pool! So when she was dropped into the pool,
it took all her power to get to the surface for air, and
then make it to the pool edge. From there, she shot out
of the pool and leaped the fence, running from that
terrible place, her heart racing with joy of being out of
their grasp, but also fear for the unknown. It had been a
moon since she escaped from the house, and she was
starving, only surviving on old mice and crow-food wasn't
exactly the ideal menu for a house-cat. But when she
eventually began to explore the forest more, she discovered
a group of cats living there, their muscles rippling beneath
their pelts. She was astonished that they were so well off.
That's when she met Lofty. He found her and brought her to
their leader, whom looking at her, decided she would be a
useful paw to the group. And so, thirteen moons later, she
is one of them, heavily muscled and capable of hunting and
fighting.
Romance.
Survival is key, not finding love.
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