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[Todd.]

The Cold One

Name:
"Good evening. Toms and Queens my name is Nightheart."
Gender:
Male
Age:
18 moons (1 year and a half)
Appearance:
Nightheart is a purely black tom with ice blue eyes. He is not a big cat actually, around medium sized... he has a slim body and his pelt is short and shiny almost water resistant looking.

Rank:
Warrior


Likes:
-Silence
-Being Alone
-Hunting
-Summer time
-Sleeping

Dislikes:
-Staying in Camp.
-Rain.
-Winter.
-Badgers...
-Leaf-Bare

Personality:
Nightheart is a very quiet tom, he tends to keep his thoughts to himself and barely opens up with anyone. He also never talks about his past , it's like a taboo for him in fact. He tends to act coldly and speak bluntly sometimes not seeming to care whether he did hurt someone's feelings or not, I'd say he is just very sincere. Though he has a very reserved personality I shall say he is very loyal to his clan. He shall defend it with his life and not hesitate into saving anyone either.

Though he has this 'stone' like personality he does have a soft spot deep inside that just wasn't found yet. Deep inside he should be rather sweet and caring and he shall do anything to protect the ones he love if he ever gets to meet love.



History:
Nightheart, just like all the cats here, was a rogue who lived with his family rather happily on an almost clan society... Actually their relations were more like those on a pride... anyway they were happy and their life was pretty much easygoing though that all changed when a badger decided their 'den' would make a wonderful home. His parents were killed leaving a young Nightheart alone with two younger siblings who were basically kits at the time.

Nightheart took them two away and tried his best to take care of the two kits, one of them being severely injured as well. Time passed then and leaf-bare came up and along with it came the hunger... The wounded kitten soon perished not only from hunger but from being somewhat sick and weak as well. Nightheart then tried his best to keep the other kitten alive though had no success at all, the lack of food and the cold temperatures soon took the small kit's life away as well.

The amount of losses in such a short period of time worked on making Nightheart's personality rather blunt and cold since getting close to other cats means incoming suffering if one of them die.



Family:
Stonefur was his father, a dark grey tabby tom with white chest. Died during Badger attack.
Dusktail was his mother, a black she-cat like him.Died during Badger attack.
Streameyes was his sister, a dark gray and white tabby she-cat with intense blue eyes. Died during Badger attack.
Robinkit was a reddish colored male kitten, the one that broke it's leg.
Steamkit was a light grey male kitten who died of hunger during leaf-bare.

Kits:
None.

Other:
With Blazing Eyes we shall conquer the whole world!

The Curious One

Name:
"Hello there!! My name is Smokey, wassup mister? Oh no no no!! Wait don't leave!!!"
His kitty-pet name is Smokey though his warrior name will be Smokekit > Smokepaw > Smokefur
Gender:
Male
Age:
4 moons old (4 months)
Appearance:
Smokey is a light grey tabby, his color tends more to a silver tone marked with darker grey stripes on a normal tabby marking. His four paws are of a lighter silver color and his pelt will be fluffy and warm when he grows up more. His eyes are around an grayish green color and he has white 'goggles' around them and a cute little pink nose. He'll grow to be a rather heavy built cat and his talent won't be no speed but on strength.

Rank:
Kit... Though I think fighter will suit him well later on.


Likes:
-Playing.
-Talking
-Running Around
-Playing (yes... I know I repeated this)
-Eating
-Listening to Stories.

Dislikes:
-Staying sat.
-Silence.
-Being totally alone.

Personality:
Smokey has a very very...hum... 'happy' personality. He is like that kind of kitten that is running around the place the whole time like he is on a sugar-rush or something like that. He never seems to stop and sit still and listening to commands is something that probably won't happen. He is very curious and enjoys playing the whole time with anything at all. He is also pretty reckless and the word 'danger' means nothing to him at all. He is very sweet and enjoys cuddling a lot as well.



History:
Smokey, being the curious kit he is, ended up getting himself lost inside the forest during a rainy night where his mom told him to stay inside. Being who he is though he didn't panic or anything, instead he just accepted it all as it being his destiny and a huge adventure.



Family:
Pepper was his father, a normal grey tabby cat. Currently lives with his humans.
Duchess is a white blue-eyes house cat. Also lived with her humans and the rest of her litter.
Rose is a white kitten, sister to Smokey. Lives with her mom and her humans.
Ginger is a light colored tabby, lives with Rose and Duchess.

Kits:
"Am one myself!!"

Other:
With Blazing Eyes we shall conquer the whole world!

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[Lothlórien]

D o v e P a w
T h e Y o u n g O n e

Name:-My name is DovePaw. I think my parents called me Dove because they thought Doves were pretty delicate birds and I am a small and pretty, so my dad always said anyway. I don't know what my Warrior name will be, maybe DoveWing, or DoveEyes. Whatever it is I think I will like it.

Gender:-I am a She-Cat. I don't know of any Toms called DovePaw do you?

Age:-I just turned 6 Moons, I am so excited about being a fighter apprentice.

Rank:-I recently became a Fighter Apprentice.

Personality:-DovePaw is still young and her personality is still growing with her. After all a personality is shaped through what has happened in our lives is it not? Being so young not to much has happened to her yet. But here is how she is right now. At 6 Moons of age DovePaw is a very trusting she-cat. She is happy to meet new cats and is very friendly. She is stubborn and she is a bit of a rebel. Se has a happy go lucky personality though and tries to make everyone happy. She is very loyal to her clan and will do anything for her clan mates. She is rather smart and even though she is young she can sometimes outsmart warriors much older then her. In short DovePaw is a sweet, kind apprentice, who is as loyal and trust worthy. She is stubborn but hardly has a temper and she has a quick tongue.

History:-Well I am pretty young so I don't have much of a history. I was born in late Spring to CoalWhisker & QuailWing. I was an only Kit so I have no brothers or sisters. I am told my grandparents were great Warriors and I wished I could have met them. I never met my mother ether as she died a few days after she gave birth to me, she died from a birthing sickness. I got into lots of trouble when I was a very young Kit. I drove my wet-nurse crazy and then I drove my father crazy. I was always wanting to fallow him and sometimes I thought him harsh with he would sternly tell me to go back to the nursery. I hardly left the nursery at all. He seemed to think if I left that I would die or something. I don't know why he would think that. When I became an apprentice I was so excited. My father died just a few weeks ago to an unknown illness. I am sad to have him gone from my life. I miss him dearly. But I now he would not want me to become bitter or silent. He wants me to become a loyal and kind she-cat. And that is what I am going to do. I will face any challenge With Blazing Eyes.

Love Life:-I have one thing to say about love and that it, EW!! I am just an Apprentice. I have no interest in love, I plan to become the best warrior there ever was. Maybe when I become a warrior I will have different thoughts on love. But for now I don't have my eye on any young toms.

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C o a l F r o s t
T h e F i g h t e r

Name:-My name is CoalFrost. I am called this because when I was born I had fur as dark as coal, my parents noted the fact that it looked like I had rolled in coal. So I was called CoalPaw. As I grew the white I had became more pronounced and my dark coal color became more like stripes. When I was to be named a Warrior the Leader of my Clan said I would be called CoalFrost. I guess the Frost part comes from the white fur I have on myself. So there it is, that is why I am CoalFrost.

Gender:-Really? I mean come on, can you really not tell? I guess not, well I am a Tom. Any bird brain can see tell that.

Age:-I am 26 Moons. That is 2 Years & 2 Months of age.

Rank:-I am a Fighter. I am good at fighting and I enjoy protecting my clan and anyone who I think needs protection.

Personality:-CoalFrost is an interesting Tom, often he can be found joking and teasing anyone who is around him. He is a bit of a prankster at times and it can get a little annoying. He is always the one who tries to make sad times or hard times light and funny. When you are down he is the first one to make a joke to get you to smile. CoalFrost is a great friend and will talk to anyone no matter how young or old you are and no matter how cold, shy or angry you are. He gets along with anyone and everyone. CoalFrost is also a big flirt and likes to try and make the She-Cats blush by saying sweet things to them. Of course he means everything he says and CoalFrost can never and will never lie. It is something his old Clan "drilled" into him since the day he was born. His old Clan demanded every member be honest and loyal. If anyone was dishonest or un-loyal then they were punished. Some may think since CoalFrost is always joking and flirting that he can not take things seriously and that he is immature. This is not true though, CoalFrost is very mature and is a great fighter. When pushed to his limit he will fight for the life of anyone around him. CoalFrost has been known to pick some fights but tends to stay away from things like that now. At first CoalFrost had been immature and childish even when he was past 12 Moons. But some things happened in his life to mature him. Now he uses his joking and flirting to cover up what is really wrong. Every now and then he can become very serious and wise and sometimes he can have a temper to rival many a wild coyote. It all depends on what is said and how it is said. If you say the wrong thing or hurt someone he loves you better watch out for he will come at you With Blazing Eyes.

History:-I was born in MeadowClan to two great Fighters, SilverWing & BirdSong. I had 2 older sisters, NettlePaw/NettleWhisker & AngelPaw/AngelWing. MeadowClan was a quite and peaceful Clan it was. It had strict rules on how you were supposed to act and be. You would be loyal to the Clan always, you were only aloud to have a mate if the Leader thought you would make good Kits. And if you ever told even the smallest lie, no matter your age or rank, you would be punished. Most of the time the punishment was very saver and I would rather not talk about it if you don't mind. When I was 6 Moons old my sisters and I were to be taught the skill of Fighting. It seemed only right that since our parents were Fighters we would all be as well. Except my sister AngelPaw was to gentle, small and sweet to do such Fighting. When we were supposed to practice I would let her rest and study herbs. One day an older Clan member stopped my sister and asked her what she had been doing. She said she had been Practicing Fighting. But soon they found out what she had really been doing. Knowing she had lied they banned her to the forest for a whole month, she was only 7 Moons old and so small. I tried to stop them but they kept me back and my father gave me a very stern lecture. I was angry that my parents did nothing, but I know that I could not do anything ether. Rather then walk around depressed I often snuck out the forest and helped her find food and I would joke around and make her smile, that is where I found my love of making others happy. A week before she was to come back she went missing. I never smelled blood, I never saw a body, I was worried she was dead though. Everyone else didn't seem to care, even my other sister, NettlePaw was uncaring. NettlePaw had turned into one of my parents. She was just like the others now. I never gave up my joking though and I often made the Clan more bearable for the others that felt like me. That felt MeadowClan was not a peaceful and quite place, we felt is was a prison. After I became a Warrior a few strong Clan members and I plotted a way to take over MeadowClan, when I was 15 Moons of age we put the plan into action. It worked and we won the Clan. We started new rules and everything was alright for a time. Until a few members still loyal to the old MeadowClan rose up with the old Leader who we had not killed. NettleWhisker and my parents fought against me. I could not fight them though and so I ran, I didn't stop running till I was far away from that place. I later heard my sister and parents were killed as well as the old Leader. But I could not do back to that Clan. I left the territory and now I am looking for a new Clan. A Clan that is just and caring, a Clan that will not treat it's member so harshly. My sister AngelWing was never found and so I wonder if I will ever see her again, did she die? Or did she run away? Is she living somewhere safe? Maybe one day I will see her again.

Love Life:-As of right now I have No Mate, No Crush & No Kits. I guess I would like a mate and kits someday. But I doubt I will find anyone who likes me enough to be my mate. And if I have no mate, I have no kits.
But we will see what the future holds.

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G i n g e r R o s e
T h e H u n t r e s s

Name:-My name is GingerRose. How did I get this name you ask, well if you must know here it is. I was born as you can see a pretty orange/ginger color. My parents were not very creative and since my grandmothers name was GingerPelt they decided to call me GingerPaw. My grandmother was a great Huntress and they wanted me to be like her. When it came time for me to receive my Warrior name the Leader called me GingerRose. He said I was as beautiful as the red roses that bloomed around our camp and that my name should reflect that. I love my name and would never dream of changing it. If you don't want to call me my full name ether Rose or Ginger works just fine.

Gender:-You really are a mouse-brain if you cant tell I am a She-Cat.
Who on earth would ever call a Tom GingerRose? Besides that now Tom would ever look this dainty and girlish.

Age:-I am 18 Moons. For those of you who don't know that is 1 Year and 6 Months of age.

Rank:-I am a Hunter/Huntress for my clan.

Personality:-GingerRose is a very sweet she-cat with a heart of gold. She is soft spoken, kind, shy and very loving. She will protect kits with her life and is any excellent huntress. Some may call her perfect with her always glossy fur, kind eyes and seemingly perfect features. No one has ever seen her get mad or do anything wrong. But of course she is NOT perfect, she has faults that no one knows about and she does her best to keep it that way. GingerRose has a temper underneath all those soft looks and kind speech. When pushed she can be as dangerous as a full grown tom. While GingerRose is an amazing hunter she is also blind in one eye and almost blind in the other. That is she can only see things close up in her right eye, everything more then a foot in front of her is blurry. In her left eye everything is blurry, but not completely black. She hides her blindness well and no one knows this about GingerRose, and she plans to keep it that way. She was not always blind and so she knows many things and can walk normal. Her sense of smell and feeling help her out quite a bit and she can do many things normal cats would do. Climbing trees and crossing thin log bridges are not exactly a favorite pass time and when she can she will avoid them. GingerRose is also deathly scared of thunder and will often hide in the darkest place she can find and curl into a very tight ball. Of course when others are around she must put on a tough act, pretend that she is not scared of anything. She doesn't want or like others to feel sorry for her, which is why no one knows about her problems. In short she is a loyal, sweet, kind, friendly and caring she-cat. She is a pretty cat and smaller then most she-cats. She does have a side that is ready to fight, and she has problems such as being blind and being scared of thunder. She doesn't let these things slow her down though. All in all she is a great cat to know, and if you really get to know her, perhaps she will let you in on all the secrets of her life.

History:-My history is ether sad or not, depending on who you are. I don't like telling my history to others, but I suppose you must know. I was born to a Hunter/Huntress and a Deputy in a Clan known as WhisperClan. DarkStone, the Deputy, was my father and FernFlower, the Hunter/Huntress was my mother. They fell in love at a young age, I think before they were Warrior's, but did not become mates till they were both past 24 Moons. When my mother was 32 Moons she gave birth to a litter of 4 Kits. I of course was one of them, I was almost the last born except my younger sister, ThistlePaw/Tail, came out just a few seconds after me. She was one of the biggest Kits in the litter. I had another sister, LillyPaw/Pad, she was older then me. Then the oldest of the bunch and the only boy was my brother, StormKit/Cloud. We were a very close family and did everything together. Even though I was not the youngest I was the smallest and for that everyone knew I would not be a Fighter. I didn't want to be a Fighter anyway, I couldn't even think of hurting any other cats, I knew I couldn't be a Healer though. I found one day, when I was 6 Moons of age, I was a great Hunter/Huntress. I could easily catch birds that others couldn't and even though I was small this helped me be light on my feet so I could catch bigger prey like Rabbits. By 12 Moons I was named a Hunter/Huntress. I served my Clan well and was a great Huntress for many Moons. Until the day of the dog attack. Wild dogs came unexpected and hungry. The Fighters did their best but in the end more the half the Clan was dead, including my whole family. I was badly injured as I had tried my best to protect ThistleTail. In the end I don't know if she lived or not. Thankfully a few of us managed to escape. We only had one Healer live so she was very busy. I told her to take care of the others first, forget about me for now. But that was a mistake, for I thought my injuries were not bad, but they were. I fell ill and many thought I would die, but I lived. Sadly because of the illness I lost clear sight in my left eye and can only see about a foot in front of myself with my right eye. At first I was depressed, I didn't do anything. But my strength came back and so did my will to be kind, gentle and determined. I learned everything and now no one knows I am almost blind unless I tell them. Sadly the Clan was small and most of us were sick or to injured to start a new clan. Many more died and the rest left. I decided to try and find a new clan, one that was already started. Perhaps I will find someone who can use a great Huntress like myself. Someone who will see me With Blazing Eyes.

Love Life:-At the moment I have NO Mate, No Crush & No Kits. Would I like a mate? Yes I would, I have always wanted someone who loved me for me, the real me. The me that is blind and scared. Not the fake me who does her best to act like nothing it happening. I would like someone who I can trust with my secret of being blind and scared of loud noises. I want someone who will help me heal from my past and someone who will help me plan for the future. I just want to love and be loved. Would I like Kits someday? Yes I would love kits. But I am scared I would be a bad mother since I am mostly blind. Still if I had the right mate then I know I wouldn't be as scared to have a full family.

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[Todd.]

Poke..

[lonely.silence]

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Pale { Pale-eyes } Sure Pale is more of a describing word but my mother wasn't a very original little she-cat and named myself and all of my siblings after defining features. Thus the name Pale. If you have any problems with my name, do yourself a favor and keep your mouth shut about it.

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She-cat The way she talks, the faint scent that carries on her fur, her build, it all suggests she's of the feminine gender and indeed she is.

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Hunter Have a problem with my rank? Oh please don't actually answer it wasn't a real question because frankly I don't care if you have a problem with it.

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26 moons. Yes I've been alive for a whole 24 moons, really not that long. Pale-eyes was born in the confines of a hollowed tree alongside her seven brothers and sisters, her doting mother and ever watchful father who lay crouched just outside of the tree. Her mother didn't name the kits right away, but waited until they had grown some when some sort of defining characteristic appeared in both of them. For Pale, it was obviously the color of her eyes that caught her mothers attention. She wasn't the most unfortunate though, one of her brothers landed with the unfortunate name of Leg. Yes, Leg after his single white leg. By now he's probably changed his name. Anywho, back on topic. Pale didn't have a particularly hard time growing up, after all she had a very capable couple of parents to help her grow alongside her siblings. After they were three months old, it was time for all of the kits to learn how to hunt. Pale seemed the natural hunter of the eight and took to catching things easily. One of her brothers, Blue, also proved an adept hunter and the two together were quite a sight, catching little grasshoppers and mice together. The kits continued to hone their hunting skills and soon enough began to learn other important things, the safest ways to get around, things that were absolutely never to be eaten, animals to be feared etc. Unfortunately, on one of their many expeditions things didn't go so well. The rather large family of cats ran into another group of cats, rogues that were just itching to cause some sort of trouble. Her father and mother put up a valiant but with unfair odds like five to two, there was little chance they would've beat all of the rogues. It was a hard thing for the kits to see their parents die but what was worse when one of the rogues began to go after the group of huddled up kits. He killed off three of her siblings, Blue, Tail, and Spots. Luckily another of the rogues intervened before he could kill anymore, scolding the cat with a spat phrase of, "We don't kill kits!" After that the large tom issued the kit murdering one a painful looking swat. This was when Pale did something quite astonishing, she walked right up to the rogue that had killed her sisters and brother and swatted at him with her paw with an angry growl. It wasn't a very scary thing, obviously, and the larger tom, who seemed to be the leader, found it rather funny, letting out a gruff laugh and picking the 7 moon old by the scruff, to set her down a few feet away. The rest of her siblings were still huddled together, trembling and scared but not Pale. She came to know the lead tom as Screech, the one who had killed her siblings was a younger tom named Leech. The rest of the rogues weren't cats Pale was interested in and within days they were gone anyways, carrying off the rest of her siblings to live with some she-cat or another who didn't mind mothering a kit not their own. Pale stayed with Screech and Leech and learned a lot. She became an even better hunter and basically thought of the rogue as her second father. It came time when she was 15 moons old and ready to go off on her own and that's just what she did. Goodbyes were short and Pale left a confident young she-cat ready for anything. She's been on her own for nearly 10 moons and has thrived. Pale doesn't think back much on her past, she doesn't think it's particularly important nor does she find it sad. What happened happened and there's nothing she could've done about it. Anyways it led her to where she is now, a strong cat able to care for herself which is all she coul really ask for.

{ - p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y - }

Stubborn, Dauntless, Cunning Heh, I'm a very loveable she-cat obviously. Ah, Pale, a she-cat that's hard to forget. Her demeanor is one very irking to many a cat. She has an uncaring look about her most of the time that makes it hard to pinpoint her emotions. About the only thing she willingly shows on her face is annoyance or anger, perhaps a bit of condescension you know all those negative feelings. Pale tends to enjoy basking in her own accomplishments, praise is quite welcome in her mind so don't be shy. Of course she's not completely arrogant and isn't too proud to admit her mistakes even if it is with a look of disdain on her face. Pale is a cat that doesn't get intimidated, she seems to lack the rational part of her brain and will go willingly into any sort of danger or situation. This isn't exactly a good thing. Another notable quality of the she-cat is her stubborn nature. She won't give in easily, or at all a majority of the times so it's usually just best to let her go on her merry way. Despite this, Pale is actually a very intelligent cat, she knows many things but that doesn't always mean she uses that knowledge for the best all of the time. Pale also has some other good qualities, she's loyal, willing to go to the far reaches of the earth for a trusted, beloved companion. She's also quick on her feet, one of the reasons she makes such a good hunter. Alongside that is her cunning, she can outsmart prey, think ahead and plot out what's most likely going to happen in a situation so she can prepare herself for it.

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Tabby Instead of your usual grey tabby though, my fur is a ruddy brown with darker stripes and spots, that range from a darker brown to black. There is white that lines my underside, belly, legs and all.

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Blue Ah, the very things that gave me my name. My eyes. Not your typical blue. Nope, my eyes are a pale blue, vibrant in color with rings of darker blue throughout. Sometimes the color changes depending on the angle you look at them from, ranging from a near white color to a more bright blue.

{ - l o v e . ι n т e r e s т - }

No No, plain and simple. I have no interest in any tom nor am I looking for any sort of romantic relationship so back off.

{ - ĸ ι n - }

Screech was/is still basically her father, the remainder of her siblings that are left are dispersed and she knows nothing of them.
Owl { Father } Lark { Mother } Blue { Brother } Tail { Sister } Spots { Sister }

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With Blazing Eyes Picture to rightful owner, character created by and copyright to me

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Fox { Foxpaw } Hi there, my name's Fox, it's a pleasure to meet you.

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Tom Well I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a tom. I mean I'm thicker built than a she-cat and my voice is deeper than ones.

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Fighter's Apprentice One day I'd love to be a fighter. I know I could do really well if I train hard enough which I promise to do!

{ - a g e - }

7 moons I'm still young and have lots to learn. Fox's story is a short one being that he's only been alive 7 moons. It started in the warm safety of his mothers fur. Where he was was a mystery to the blind newborn but he could tell he wasn't alone. He could feel others bumping into him, trying to push him away from his prime position right up against his mothers stomach. It wasn't until a few days later when he opened his eyes for the first time that he saw just how many siblings he had, three, two other brothers and a single, small sister. That was the first time he was able to see his mother as well, and she was a sight to behold with ginger fur broken up by white patches much like himself. She was elegant and regal. His father on the other hand was a no show. He had apparently left just before his mother had given birth so he was basically nonexistant. Either way, the kit's were supported well by their mother, when they began needing meat she hunted and brought back what they needed no matter how long it took. One day, though, she went out to hunt and didn't return. The kit's waited hopefully for as long as they could before hunger finally pushed them out of their safe den and into the real world, a place they'd never truly experienced. They were only 4 moons old so not exactly able to fend for themselves. Nonetheless the kits tried their hardest to survive, attempting to hunt and stay sheltered, flee danger and stay near a steady source of water. Unfortunately that wasn't enough and the kits began to perish. First was Fox's sister, Lilac. Next came his oldest brother, Crow but before either himself or his remaining brother Toad died a lone tom found them. He was kindhearted and nursed them back to health. After they were healthy the tom left, Fox let him leave deciding he could now fend for himself but his brother Toad followed after him leaving Fox by himself. So he began to roam, fending for himself by himself for the very first time in his whole, short life.

{ - p e r ѕ o n a l ι т y - }

Polite, Hardworking, Eager Well I think you'd have to ask someone else, I wouldn't be a good cat to tell you my own personality. You'll have a hard time finding a more polite young cat around. For the short time his mother was with him, she taught him that manners were one of the mos important things. She didn't tolerate impoliteness. Fox is also very hardworking. He puts his all into whatever he's doing, cleaning old moss out of a den, helping another cat, learning something new, anything you ask him to do he'll do it to the best of his ability even if he doesn't like it. He's an eager learner and has an enthusiastic outlook on life, trying to see the good in any situation he can.

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Ginger and White His fur is medium length and a light ginger color, broken up by darker ginger stripes and irregular white patches. His forelegs are almost completely white while the hind are the opposite with just the toes being white. He's an overall interesting looking little tom.

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Blue-green His eyes are just another thing setting him apart from others, they are a light blue-green with a ring of lighter color around it and darker parts as you get near the iris.

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Nope I'm practically still a kit so that's a negative on anything romantical.

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Toad
Starling { Mother } Lilac { Sister } Crow { Brother }

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Nope Picture to rightful owner, character made by and copyright to me

[Rotten]

.:Eventually,
There will be
A time for clearer thinking...

|Name|
Small(paw). Hopefully will become Smallsky or Smallear.

|Age|
7 moons

|Gender|
She-cat

|Rank|
Apprentice (fighter)

|Appearance|
Smallpaw is an American Curl. A new breed most noted for their curly ears. Smallpaw herself is a she-cat with soft semi-long white fur. She contains gray markings on her face with a big patch of gray on the right side and a smudge of black on her nose. She has startling blue eyes and small gray ears that stick up and are slightly curled. However compared to other American Curls, her ears aren't that curly.

|Personality|
Smallpaw is a bit of a quiet she-cat. Often she's all by herself, not because she is a loner, just because she likes to think. This cat always has her head up in the clouds. She is very creative and often has deep questions. She's a bit dense though and can be slow to react. She has a problem of spacing out when she should be listening. Smallpaw will need a patient mentor. She proves to be a lousy hunter due to how she easily gets distracted. So fighting it is. At least she's shown to have a bit of a talent with fighting. Smallpaw is very innocent and naive, it's not hard to make her believe something or to use her. She tends to very optimistic and could honestly believe in anything. A good thing about her though is that she is very understanding and patient. She knows how to forgive and forget. Also she tends to be pretty responsible when she isn't dozing off or getting distracted.She's the calm and pleasant one among her friends. She's gentle and very caring. Many come to her when they need reassurance. It's easy to bully her or push her around sadly. She's not known to stand up for herself. Only for others. This young innocent cat is a true and amazing friend to have.


|History|
Smallpaw had a simple life. She was raised and loved dearly by her parents. This cat honestly doesn't know hardship. She has a sister and two brothers. They all got along. Life was great. Smallpaw's mother is a very spiritual cat, and was the one who invoked the curiosity and intense thoughts that Smallpaw has today. Smallpaw has recently become a rouge. Why? She spotted a butterfly, and being the curious cat she is, she followed the butterfly for a long time and got lost from her family. So now she must survive by herself. Hopefully she will find others soon cause this cat wont last long alone. She has no idea how to hunt and it seems she can't learn for the life of her.

|Parents|
Her mother Hope and her father Whiskers

|Siblings|
Her sister Tiny and her two brothers, Moose and Far.

|Crush/Mate|
None

|Kits|
Nope

|Other|
The angel who sacrifices for the one with blazing eyes

.:Nothing ever changes
No matter how long you do your game
It's the same to everyone else
Everything is changing
I guess I should want my love
But...

|Name|
Ice(fox)

|Age|
20 moons

|Gender|
She-cat

|Rank|
Warrior (fighter)

|Appearance|
Icefox is a Turkish Angora. A breed of cat that often comes with beautiful white fur and different colored eyes. Quite a lovely cat (one of my favorite breeds //cough). Icefox herself is a cat with short white fur that gets a bit more puffy around her legs and tail. Honestly she's not as pretty and fancy as other Turkish Angoras and instead of the fancy graceful vibe many get from their appearances, Icefox gives a rugged kind of vibe. Her eyes are two different colors, one blue and the other being amberish. Her light pink nose has two black spots, also notice the smudge of black that's under her chin. She's decent size, but with a lot of muscle. Often she looks quite relaxed with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Now a problem Turkish Angora have is going deft in any ear that is on the side of the face that contains a blue eye. She has a possibility of going blind in her blue eye as well.

|Personality|
Icefox lives kinda up to her name. A fox. She indeed acts just like one. Very sneaky and mischievous. She loves messing with others or playing mind games. Tricks are her thing. But like foxes, she's also playful and enjoys playing with others. She tends to be a bit of a bully with her love though. She is very clever and can talk her way out of serious messes (that she usually tends to create). She knows how to make a game almost out of anything. However though she is a playful she-cat....she's honestly pretty lax. Often just chilling around with a sly smile. She tends to always be relaxed which is good for tense situations. However sometimes she's a bit too relaxed and speaks too freely. Also her jokes and tricks are often known to get out of paw. Another problem of her's is that she is an opportunist, a selfish one at that. So be careful to not let her take advantage of you. Her views on the world are a bit harsh too. Now however she can be a good, but risky, friend to have. She'll always cheer you up and take your mind off of your problems. Icefox also is a big cuddler. She has no personal boundaries. You are warned.


|History|
Icefox was born in the mountain gorge and was raised by a random rouge who found her, since apparently her parents had abandon her. He was no queen though. So he took her to a she-cat he had recently met that just had kittens. Quite convenient. The rouge stayed with her until she could get off of milk, then he took Icefox along with him. He was very kind and he taught her many things. Most of his knowledge being of how to be a fox. She was taught how to be sly and take advantage of others. Often they would travel around and meet other cats and trick them into getting things like free meals and such. As Icefox grew older, she notice that the rouge was just using her so he didn't have to do their most dangerous stunts, and to act cute to lower the guard of others. She felt very hurt. So she left him. It was a bit of a dramatic separation. Either way she is now a rouge herself, traveling around and taking advantage of the charity of other cats kind hearts.

|Parents|
Her mother Ria and her father Poppy. However the she-cat who nursed her was named Flicker and the rouge that had been like a father to Icefox was named Canter.

|Siblings|
None

|Crush/Mate|
None

|Kits|
Nope

|Other|
The deceiver who smiles coldly for the one with blazing eyes

.:Somewhere another pretty vein just died
I've got the scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see
In the end everything collides
My childhood spat back out the monster that stands before you...

|Name|
Rabbit(stare)

|Age|
22 moons

|Gender|
Tom

|Rank|
Hunter (is also the Survivor)

|Appearance|
Rabbitstare is an Egyptian Mau. A breed known for it's somewhat long legs and slender body as well as it's spotted pelt. Rabbitstare has a classic coat, white and gray with black stripes and spots all over the back. Though eye color varies, Rabbitstare has the common sweet green eyes. His however always seem to hold a weariness of sorts. Personally, Rabbitstare's posture is always a bit hunched, making him look sad and timid. It's not hard to make his fur stand on end.

|Personality|
Rabbitstare may be the most anxiety-driven and paranoid cat you will ever meet. A cat with a gruesome past that sends chills down others spines that caused him to become what he is. None can lie, he has lost his mind a bit. Often he sees things that aren't there and babbles phrases that make no sense. It's easy to make him jump, he's practically terrified of everything. A coward through and through. His paranoia is really bad too. He always thinks something wants to hurt him, even those who are his friends. Yet despite all of this, he is very loving of others. He loves everyone and everything, no matter how much pain one has given him. Yet Rabbitstare is a very unpredictable and unstable cat. One must hope that his deep love for others wont get too twisted. In normal interactions, Rabbitstare never looks others in the eye and tends to stammer or speak with a shaky voice. He tries to give weak smiles and sometimes tries out pathetic jokes and is usually nice overall, but very sensitive and can lash out. It's so easy to make this cat cry. He's not a positive cat, often he says or think things that could make one turn pale. Quite a downer who will always point out the bad stuff. He really isn't a bad guy though. He's just had a messed up life and doesn't know how to start over. He may never be able to. Now we've spoken a lot about his flaws, lets talk about his talents now. Rabbitstare is a survivor like no other. He knows which paths to take, what to look out for, the portion of food that each cat should have, various info on shelters, weather, etc. He's the perfect cat to ask for survival tips. Often he has very good ideas of how the cats should proceed or what they need, but he's always afraid of bringing up his ideas. His intuition is also very keen due to his paranoia and past experiences. He can notice small details that many others often miss. So he's the next cat to ask for a vibe right after the medicine cat. He does not believe in Starclan though ironically enough. Also though Rabbitstare is a mess, he's a great cat to have on your side. He'll make sure you survive. That is the job of the survivor.


|History|
Rabbitstare never really had a happy life. As a kitten, he witnessed his father's throat getting ripped out by his mother. He didn't know why. The two always seemed fine together. Rabbitstare was very young however. Barely old enough to survive on meat. Upon that confusing sight, he fled. His mother called out for him but he didn't care. No, that wasn't his mom. Mom just killed dad. No. Run, he must run.

Rabbitstare had ran far away until his little legs couldn't keep him up anymore. He now looked wearily at the mountain bottom he called home. A small kit like him, who had still been drinking milk, was all alone and had to take care of himself. He had to survive. Thus a terrible life came upon him. One of plain survival, never time to relax. He was a smart kit and miraculously was able to overcome all obstacles that were before him.

When winter hit he was already eight moons old so he was able to survive his first winter. Barely. It was at this point that the poor cat had found out that he had a weak body. His health wasn't very good, which explained why he often got dizzy and sometimes had blackouts. He got very sick when winter came. So sick that he wasn't able to get up. A rouge thankfully came by then and nursed him back to health, teaching him a bit about herbs he would need for that weak body of his in the future. The rouge left and Rabbitstare was alone once again.

His life continued to be a hard one. Fights, predators, weather, terrain, he suffered it all. Now loneliness was starting to get at him. But he still had the vivid memory of his mother ripping his dad's throat out and had to deal with many other hostile cats in his time. Now let's talk about some of the major incedents that really chipped off his sanity a bit.

The lonely cat once found a cat that was wailing to the sky. In front of the cat was a deceased kitten. The she-cat spotted him and gave Rabbitstare a look full of despair. She then bolted. Rabbitstare was worried about the rouge, so he ran after her. Soon they came to an over-flooding river. The she-cat looked into the water then back at him. She gave Rabbitstare an odd smile before she jumped into the rough river, her head never breaking the surface. This event had confused and deeply disturbed Rabbitstare. He had no idea what had happened or why it did.

Then a couple moons later, something happened that would completely shatter his spirit. He met his sister. The one he had abandon with mom when he had fled. She remembered him and was overfilled with joy to see him. Rabbitstare wasn't sure how to feel about the past encountering him. He wanted to ask about mother, but was scared to.

They started to travel together for a bit and they grew a bond. A couple moons later, his sister found her end. They were around the bottom of the mountain under some cliffs. A rockfall happened, and a big boulder had landed on his sister. She was still alive, however the big rock had practically crushed her spine. She wasn't getting out from that rock and even if she could...she would not be able to walk ever again. She was a goner. Rabbitstare was devastated and stayed by her side. He didn't know what to do. For a while he would hunt and bring her back food. But she couldn't chew so often he would have to mash it into a paste. She was in a terrible amount of pain and was begging Rabbitstare to get rid of the pain. She couldn't even talk properly due to the spinal damage. It was hard for him to stay by her side and listen to her pain filled breaths and her pleas. Finally, he snapped and decided he would end her pain. However his sister did not want death. When she notice the look in his eyes, her face went pale and she didn't want that. It was best for her though. Rabbitstare then teared her throat out.

Peace at last. Now Rabbitstare continues to wander around the mountain gorge, alone and messed up. He never did work up the courage to ask his sister why their mother had killed father.

|Parents|
Mother was named Rose and father was named Root.

|Siblings|
His now deceased sister who was named Mouse.

|Crush/Mate|
None

|Kits|
Nope

|Other|
The coward who fears the one with blazing eyes

.:And I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility
Because I don't wanna feel this overwhelming
Hostility...

|Name|
Quick(paw). Hopefully will become Quickhop or Quickdove in the future.

|Age|
7 moons

|Gender|
Tom

|Rank|
Apprentice (hunter)

|Appearance|
Quickpaw is an adorable small Siamese with a kititsh voice, and who is about the size of a 4 moon old kit much to his frustrations. Often, he tries to stand as tall as he can to seem tougher, though it never works. His fur is short and white with light tan around the legs and face. He has black rings around his tail and black ears with brownish black face and leg markings. His eyes are a sweet lovely blue. Though small, you can see the strength in those legs of his.

|Personality|
Quickpaw may look cute and cuddly, but when he opens his mouth, you learn that he is quite a rude cat with a nasty temper who is always criticizing. He is terribly grumpy and tries to act more mature for his age, however it never works and often takes his emotions out on others. The reason he's grumpy though may take you by surprise. He is not mean by heart. He is just a terribly shy and sensitive cat who protects himself by being grumpy. It's so easy to hurt this cat's feelings or make him get flustered it's ridiculous. So he tries to act tough. He is very caring inside and is always keeping a careful eye on everyone to make sure they're all ok. He kinda likes to be the problem solver or 2nd in command of his friends. Being very protective, he often wants to be the first to try new things to make sure they're safe. This cat doesn't get jokes, yet now and then on random occasions, he tries to make a joke. It's pretty ugly. Quickpaw is very shy around she-cats. He acts even more defensive. He thinks all she-cats are very pretty and its not hard for one to make his face get heated. He believes in equal treatment so when something isn't being fair or someone is judging someone because of stuff like their looks or gender, he gets furious. If a she-cat is getting bullied or feelings hurt by a tom he might even attack the bully without warning.


|History|
Quickpaw was born and raised in the gorge. His home being a simple forest. He was raised by his mom and dad and had three brother. The four kits often fought, much to their mother's distress. Quickpaw was mainly bullied for his small size and voice. This may have caused him to gain an infuerority complex.

Anyways, one day a storm hit. Quickpaw's mother was a young energetic thing and had a love for storms. She quickly went for a jog. Quickpaw's father stayed behind to look after him and his litter-mates, grumbling about how ridiculous it was that he fell in love with her. Time passed and she didn't come back. The worried father went out to look for her. He didn't come back either. Now the young brothers were all alone, and needed to support each other and to truly become a family if they wanted to live. It was chaotic at first. Quickpaw and his brothers often fought and could never agree on anything. But gradually with time, the brother began to work together and truly put their differences aside. They are now a family that loves one another quite deeply. Currently Quickpaw lives with his brothers in the same simple woods they were born in.

|Parents|
Mother was named Vila and father was named Tick.

|Siblings|
Bracken, Rock, and Quail.

|Crush/Mate|
None

|Kits|
Nope

|Other|
The irritation who demands from the one with blazing eyes

[Greenleaf]

As soon as Seasonal is finished her form and we fill out the last accompanying spot, we will start.