
Username:
฿їт☂εяßłυ℮
Cat's name:
Mintfall
Age:
24 moons.
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Warrior
Wanted Rank:
Just to be a loyal warrior, possibly deputy someday.
History:
Mintfall was rescued from a burning building as a kit from humans but she soon escaped into the forest. Her family was gone and she's never seen them since, but she did find ForestClan and it became her new family.
Personality:
She's always trying to prove herself to others, to show she's capable of things even though she wasn't born into the Clan. She's very wise and tries her best to make the right decisions. Mintfall has also seen her fair share of battles, and has got a few moves of her own. She's never apprenticed anyone yet and is a bit afraid she's not ready to. But she's a very sweet cat unless you've given her a reason not to be, although she still tries to keep herself together if she's upset or angry.
Looks(Words Only):
Mintfall is an almost pure white cat with a silver-grayish tinge to her fur, accompanied by black/dark grey stripes. She has light blue eyes and the look of a kittypet except for her short hair. Although, she's happy that she has some a battle scars and a ripped ear to provide evidence that she has lived the life of a true Warrior. She may not be pure ForestClan, but she's loyal at heart.
Crush:
None.
Mate:
None.
Kits:
None.
Kin:
None.
Other:
She's petrified of fire and smoke.

Username:
฿їт☂εяßłυ℮
Cat's name:
Crisp-paw
Warrior Name(If Kit/Apprentice):
Crispleaf
Age:
6 moons.
Gender:
Male
Rank:
Apprentice
Wanted Rank:
Warrior
History:
Crisp-paw is too young to understand why some of the cats look at him with dis-trust or a bit of disgust. His father mated with a loner and he doesn't understand why he's never met his mother. All he knows is he's happy to be in ForestClan and he thinks he's pure ForestClan. And it'll stay that way until he's older, or unless someone accidentally blurts. But now he's finally six moons and is excited to start his training.
Personality:
A fully rambunctious young tom, he's very sweet and generous. He loves to play games and wrestle with his fellow apprentices, or anyone for that matter. He has large paws and he's a bit clumsy, but he's learned to get around with them and is somewhat graceful. He respects everyone around him, unless it's another apprentice. He feels that he doesn't have to respect them unless they're nice to him, so if they're nice he's nice. That's just the way his little mind works.
Looks(Words Only):
Completely black, thick, out-of-control fur with deep blue eyes. Like clear everglade-turquoise waters mixed with the sky.
Crush:
None.
Mate:
None.
Kits:
None.
Kin:
Mother: Frost
Other:
He's never met his true mother, Frost. He doesn't know she exists.

Username:
฿їт☂εяßłυ℮
Cat's name:
Frost
Warrior Name(If Kit/Apprentice):
Age:
27 moons.
Gender:
Female
Rank:
Loner
Wanted Rank:
History:
Frost was born in the wild, out of a clan. She doesn't have a clan, but almost admires the large organized group of cats that she knows are in the forest nearby her den. She never pays attention to them and knows that she's outside of their' border, but occasionally trots over their' marks to hunt. She hasn't gotten caught yet though. She mated with a tom from the group of cats and gave birth to one little black kitten named Crisp. She never knew what became of him, all she knew was that her mate betrayed her and stole her kit.
Personality:
Frost was named after her personality. Like on a warm day, she's clever and mischievous, loving to mess around and have fun. But then like a chilly morning, she can be cold and vicious in a split second. Her heart is filled with fire that's waiting to burn past everything and she's afraid to love because of her past experience.
Looks(Words Only):
She shared her strange beautiful blue eyes with her kit Crisp, but nothing of his fur. Her fur is an extremely light brown mixed with red, giving her a pretty light rusty-silver look to her gleaming fur.
Crush:
None.
Mate:
Gone.
Kits:
Crisp. (Now known as Crisp-paw)
Kin:
None.
Other:
Nothing.