Username: Shades
Cats Name: Wolfpaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Description: She is a rather tall yet slender she-cat, most of her height coming from her long and slender legs. She bares a long thick pelt that even the hardest winds have trouble piercing through. Her under coat is in appearance like soot mixed in fresh snow. The deep yet cooling mix of slate gray with bright highlights of soft cream mixing to create a milky smoky cream color. A majority of her pelt is a dark ashwood gray with under tones of dark brown and black evenly mixed in. Her cheeks and just a hint of her muzzle are a light silky white color almost appearing a if she had dunked her muzzle into a fresh batch of snow. Thin white wisps of fur stream from her ears, emphasizing just how small her sensitive ears are. Her eyes are darkened sage green with tiny hints of copper crystals in them.
Personality: Despite Wolfpaw's fierce-some look and stature, she's truly very kind. She hides her feelings extremely well, more than not, appearing incapable of possessing even the smallest hint of emotion. Behind her frosty cold stone barrier, lays a very timid and scared she-cat with more fears than she has claws. As a kit, she was very outgoing and loud, even going as far as to interrupt cats randomly just to get a single word in. However, her personality took a drastic change when the older cats began dying, forever leaving her scarred. She no longer butts into conversations, or boosts about her catch day. Now, this tall she-cat just watches everyone else with sad, paranoia filled eyes.
History: When if comes to Wolfpaw, unlike her brother, she prefers to keep her past among other things to herself. However, she will only state what most already know. She was born along with her brother to two well respected warriors, Seabreeze and Flashfire. She was almost instantly picked out from the litter and question if she was truly part of it, as she bore not one fleck of color similar to her parents. Obvious to the questions surrounding her pelt and eye color, Wolfpaw had a happy kithood, always more of a nuisance than a trouble maker. But, when her parents became ill and died, she became reserved and paranoid.
Crush/Mate:Open.
Kits: She has none.
Kin: Lionpaw (Brother)
Other:
Username:Shades
Cats Name:Lionpaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender:Male
Rank:Apprentice
Description: He is a medium sized Tom with narrow shoulders and a slightly bulky build. His pelt his long and wispy and feathery, but relatively thin compared to other long haired cats. The majority of his pelt is a stunningly bright ginger red swirled with a lighter paler ginger. His muzzle, chest and the very tip of his bushy tail is stark white, completely stripped of any color. His small forepaws are also stark white in color. His underfur is a light tone of almost white in color, pale ginger short fur, almost giving him a glow like appearance when in direct sunlight. His eyes a pale blue green-gray color that almost, in some light appears colorless in the light. But, in darkened areas or shadows, his eyes seem to shine brighter than the sun.
Personality:If one word could describe Lionpaw, hyperactive would be right on top. He can literally go for hours on end only stopping when his energy gives out completely. This never ending rambunctious energy mixed with a short attention span is just asking for trouble. As he has gotten older, Lionpaw is learning how to focus his energy more into serious and import things like hunting and training, but he hasn't completely mastered it. He does have a lazy side to him, often in the morning hours just before he's completely awake, or at night before he goes to sleep, you can find him daydreaming about almost anything. He is overall relaxed with an easy going temperament and an extreme, borderline obsession with rocks.
History: Lionpaw and his sister, Wolfpaw, were born to two well respected warriors, Flashfire and Seabreeze. He embodies both of his parents in appearance, baring his fathers bright pelt and his mothers unique eyes. Compared to his sister, he was the light in his parents eyes often getting most to all of the attention from them. Even though his sister always appeared obvious to this fact, Lionpaw always felt guilty and bad. He constantly was getting into trouble to try to shift the attention from him to his sister, but it always had the opposite effect than he wanted. Eventually, his constant trouble making got him into serious trouble and his apprenticeship was held back for a moon, but he never once complained. When his parents died, he was hardly affected by it, most cats would have thought that the tom had just tripped into a puddle of mud, not lost both his parents.
Crush/Mate:Open
Kits:He has none.
Kin: Wolfpaw (Sister)
Other:
Username:Shades
Cats Name:Icekit
Age: 4 Moons
Gender:Female
Rank:Kit
Description: Icekit is a midnight jet black tiny she-cat with fluffy short fur. Her head is rounded and she is of medium build. Her tail is shorter than most, only about half the size of normal, almost appearing as if it was cut off half way up her tail. She has a single small spot of white that rests on her lip, branching across from the middle of her right cheek to about a fourth a a way into her left cheek. Her eyes are white in color from far away, but as you get closer you can see tiny flecks and shades of pale Ice blues and pale light blue.
Personality: Icekit is very much a happy go lucky kit who is almost impossible to to get down. She almost always has a smile on her face whether it's a large grin to a faint smile. She is almost too curious for her own good, butting her nose where it doesn't belong to pouncing into 'adult' conversations like she belongs there. This spunky kit loves to play, often or not making a game out of anything, even pouncing from nest to nest in the dens to jumping at older cats from far distances. In a time of sarrrow and sadness this little kit can bring a smile to almost anyone's face.
History: Icekit doesn't have much of a history, but she was born from a young warrior mother and a loner father. Her father, Fleet, was about to ask to join the clan to be with his family but tradgity struck before he had the chance. A tree weakened by a storm crashed to the ground, taking her fathers life instantly as it crushed him. Fleets death took a toll on her mother, who grew depressed that her daughter would never know her father. Icekit's mother died suddenly one night, leaving the kit without a family. But you would never know the sadness that has happened to her just by looking at her.
Crush/Mate: Open.
Kits:She has none.
Kin: None.
Other: 
Username:Shades
Cats Name:Fall
Age: 3 Moons
Gender:male
Rank: Loner.
Description: Fall is a small and skinny tom with a narrow face and thin legs. His back is a clean and rippled mixture of various hues of black and ginger. Most of his face is black in color with a splash of light ginger fur covering the ridge of his nose and up over his eyes. His cheeks and nose are a dark velvety black. Tall slender angle tipped ears top his narrow and slightly elongated head. Both his forelegs, paws are a bright ginger color with small patches of stripped black. The majority of his slender long tail is black with small highlighting shades of ginger. His eyes are a pale green-blue color with added hints of blue streaks through them. His left eye is slightly clouded and he has minimal to no vision in it.
Personality: Fall can be classified as an introverted to an extent and quiet cat, preceding to keep to himself rather than others. He isn't shy, or scared he only feels more comfortable alone than with others. He has a harsh and quick temper with a short fuse, more than not, a fight can break out between him and another just for placing a paw wrong. Fall is extremely focused when he wants to be and a quick thinker always thinking of how things could go wrong and how it can be avoided.
History:This little tom kit has had a tough life so far despite his young age. His siblings were picked off one by one before his eyes by sickness, birds and starvation. It's been a bout a moon since it's just been his mother and him. Both of them skinny and weak until the unthinkable happened to little Fall. Their paths crossed with a just as starved fox, his mother killed before his eyes before the fox came after him.
Crush/Mate: Open.
Kits:He doesn't have any.
Kin: All have died.
Other: 
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