ＭｉｓｔＣｌａｎ ; s e m i - l i t ; closed/inactive

[Morningpaw11]

{ Here is a *suggested* list for apprentices and mentors. If you would prefer to mentor someone else / have a different mentor for your cat, you can PM me and I'll see what I can do. c:

Tigerpaw ↠ Viperstrike
Willowpaw ↠ Jaysplash
Wisppaw ↠ Icemoon
Whitepaw ↠ Raventail

With this, every member will be involved with apprentices/mentors by either having an apprentice, or being a mentor. Except for Fivefingers and Boondock[can I just call you that? c:], but Fivefingers has asked for Littleear to mentor Hawkkit, and Boondock has Hawkkit and Aspenkit.

[Tordier]

Littleear
24 Moons
Warrior
Single
Not Speaking

The first thing Littleear did upon waking up was to part her jaws in a wide yawn. Then, she ran her tongue over her lips as she sleepily blinked her eyes open to the bright morning light that streamed into the warriors' den. A gentle breeze crept in through the entrance and ruffled Littleear's fur in a pleasant manner. With such beautiful weather to greet her, she had no trouble growing bright and alert. All the fogginess of sleep fell away like invisible cobwebs as the young warrior stood, lashing her tail once in readiness for the day.
She carefully padded out from the warriors' den and into camp, taking note of the other cats who were still sleeping so that she would not step on any tails.
Morningstar and Leopardtail were already awake and having a polite chat over by the fresh-kill pile, and Littleear decided she would not disturb them. Instead, she wandered off to the side to think for a moment. She wanted to contemplate what she wanted to get done today. There would be patrols, of course. That was to be expected, but what else needed doing?

[wilbur.]

{{ Will post once I get home from school

[closet-maverick]

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Amber awoke from her slumber to the sound of a twoleg shouting in the distance. Yawning and stretching out her sore limbs, she looked down the tree branch she had slept on. The sunlight shone down upon her ginger and white pelt, making it glow like flames. She blinked and shook her head to clear her mind before leaping down from her tree branch and heading through the dew covered grass. Across a small field was the forest. Amber often gazed into its depths, curious about what was inside. She wanted to go inside and explore, but all the cats around this side of the twolegplace always talked about the vicious, wild 'clan cats' inside. Amber wasn't afraid of that, but she had never set paw into the forest before and she didn't like being in an unfamiliar place, as it made her feel vulnerable.

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Whitepaw's flank rose and dropped with his rhythmic breathing. He blinked open his amber eyes which were glowing against the sunlight that poured inside the apprentices' den through small gaps in the roof and the entrance. He sat up, yawning. Giving his paw a lick, Whitepaw shook out his pure white fur and padded towards the entrance, stepping over the figures of sleeping cats. His long, fluffy tail brushed against Tigerpaw's nose as he walked past him, despite him being careful not to touch anyone. Whitepaw stopped near the opening of the den, turning around to look at the tabby tom. He blinked, casting his gaze over to see what his fellow apprentice had been staring at. Willowpaw? Whitepaw smirked, giving Tigerpaw a knowing look. "You okay? Still fit enough to get up and train instead of staring at the love of your life all day?" he teased, amusement flashing through his eyes.

[Song & Lyric]

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ｎａｍｅ; Swiftkit - Swiftpaw - Swiftfoot
ａｇｅ; 10 moons
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; She-Cat
ｒａｎｋ; Apprentice
ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ; None
ｂｉｒｔｈｐｌａｃｅ; MistClan

ＩＮＴＲＯＤＵＣＴＩＯＮ

Hello! My name is Swiftpaw, let me tell you the brief basics about myself before we get into deeper details. Okay, so I was named "Swiftkit" for both my physical ability and how I think, I'll tell you more about that in my description. I'm recently turned 10 moons, I was made an apprentice to (Undecided) at 6 moons like any other kit, and being 10 moons I'm hoping to become a Warrior soon, where the last part of my name will be changed showing that I'm a Warrior of the clan I'm proud to call my own, FoxClan. I have lived in MistClan all of my life.

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ｆｕｒ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ; Silver tabby
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ; Blue-green/gold
ｂｏｄｙ ｔｙｐｅ; Intelligent face, with strong build.
ｄｉｓｔｉｎｃｔｉｖｅ ｔｒａｉｔｓ; Long legs, petite looking features,
but muscular, and white paws.
ｓｃａｒｓ/ｄｅｆｏｒｍｉｔｉｅｓ; I have two large nicks on my right ear.
Thin, two 3-4 long scar on my lower left jaw. I have single, long underbelly scar.

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So I consider my looks pretty average. Definitely not bad, but not drop dead either. Though I have been told I'm pretty before by several cats. Even though it's true, I'm not one of those cats that flaunts their stuff. My fur color is a nice mix of colors; silver, black, and white. To put it short, I would call myself a silver tabby. My fur is also not super short, just about average. My eyes are a shade of water blue and green, more blue then green. Then there are little flecks of gold or amber. The flecks look more gold when I'm facing the sun. Now onto body type. I'm a bit shorter and petite looking, but I've got quite a bit of muscle to me, and been swift on my feet, hence my name. I'm not very tall though. I'm shorter than all of the full grown toms, and most of the she-cats of our clan, with an exception of kits. My face is very intelligent and a bit bold, like my mother's and father's. I'm not the strongest cat in the Clan but I'm nowhere near weak. For me, most of my muscle is in my legs, especially my hind legs, then my chest and hind end. Now we'll move onto the last part of my description. The two large nicks in my ear came from when I racing my littermates back to camp, I ran into a thorn bush. I got my head caught an managed to come out with ruffled fur and two nicks. For the underbelly scar, I was battle training with my littermates and we were attacked by a badger. I also got my facial scar from the badger. It's noticeable when you look at it, its pink-ish white. Not too new looking.

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ｇｏｏｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ;Good friend, trustable,
very smart about things and try to put on a good outlook.
ｂａｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ; Sometimes unreasonable,
ｌｉｋｅｓ; Friends, hunting, mock fights and real fights,
swimming, climbing trees. I absolutely love kits and helping out!
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ; Though I try to love every cat, I hate prisses,
whiny cats, cats who think they are perfect and that they can get any tome they like even if it's true.
I also dislike badgers. I really dislike all of the rules that keep me from having fun, but also
keep me safe.
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ; I'm friendly and a natural leader. I also
have strong instincts, and very strong emotions.
ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ; I have many secrets, I'm very jumpy when it comes
to certain things. I can be easily scared and will often lie to get myself out being embarressed, I'm
sometimes a bit of a rebel, getting me into trouble and occasionally endangering myself.
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ; Technique, senses, climbing, swimming,
running, then how I can mask my fears.
ｆｅａｒｓ; Cats discovering my secrets, loosing friends
and my older brother, badgers,

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I'm a very good friend, and trusted and I try to be reliable. I try to be a good friend. I'm one of those cats who looks chill in a tough situation, but is totally freaked on the inside. Though I can often get past most of this too, I just clear my head of other things and focus on what we need to fix, and I always remind myself not to freak out. I'll throw it straight at you. I'm not a perfect cat. There are cats that have more flaws than others and make more mistakes. And yeah, I'm one of them. Anyways lets talk about some things I love. I have many of the common likes of other cats, but my top is that I love, love, love climbing and running. I'll climb and run anywhere, you'll always find me challenging my fellow , apprentices. It never gets old! I also like swimming and I'm pretty good at it too. Though the thing is, though I love climbing and running I'm not the best at it. The only thing I love more than climbing, running, and swimming, is kits. You can't keep me away! And I can't wait to have some of my own someday. You want to know what I dislike now? There's nothing I hate more than prissy cats who think they are perfect. I also really hate cats who always complain.. Anyways, I'm a natural leader, but a bit bossy. I'm a naturally smart cat, but I usually tend to ignore the little notions in my head differentiating between wrong and right. Understanding others is very important to me. You can't always go off what you think, sometimes you have to feel another cats pain and put yourself in their pelt. Being a good role-model to other doesn't just mean be the strongest and best cat in the Clan, you have a good attitude, patience, and a strong mind. If I wanted, i could be a very good role model, but I get bored and slip up. Around Warriors and our leader, I try be as respectful as I can and seem responsible, especially around my mentor who will one day decide that I'm ready to be a Warrior. But when it comes to friends and other apprentices I can be wild and more myself. Though sometimes I may seem a bit mean, bossy, prickly, or whatever your word for it is, I really am a nice cat and the only reason I do this is for fun or to impress another cat or cats. I try to be selfless and i know I would give my life for the clan or any other cat.



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Let's move onto my background story! Well I was born to StormClan to my beautiful mother, Silverfur, and my father Badgerclaw. There were originally three kits in the litter, but we'll move onto what happened to my sister and brother in a little bit. I was named Swiftkit for a reason, I was very quick with everything. Though I was the smallest of the litter, and didn't tend to grow as fast as my littermates. Though I was very bright I was never superior. My brother and sister were always right next to me, if not ahead! The one real reason I was given my name was for how quickly I was up on my feet as a kit after being born, my mother hadn't yet named us. I was always all over the place, very eager and I loved to run and climb. Absolutely loved it! Okay so I was made an apprentice at six moons along with my sister Streampaw, and my brother Hawkpaw. Our father also retired to the elders den by this time. My mother and him had many unsuccessful litters before us, so they were older cats by this time. Anyways we were moving along both steadily and fast with our training. We were about two moons into apprenticeship, when we approached an area for battle training we were attacked by a badger, for no reason we thought. But recently, since we hadn't trained there in a while, a badger had made her den. We had just recently arrived and didn't have time to catch a whiff of her den which was downwind. The apprentices had gotten the worst of it. My older brother, Shadowstrike, who was a mentor to one of the other apprentices, had broken his paw and I got gash under my belly, and scar on my face. The badger drug off my sister, who had still been alive. No cat knows exactly what happened her, but we knew she had not made it. Not even a warrior had been able to escape the clutches of a badger in the past. She was given her warrior name, Streamfur. I still wake up, and forget shes dead. I really freak out, and I occasionally have horrible nightmares. They are also about my littermate Hawkpaw who died from illness less than a moon later. Even though it was only so many moons ago, I'm still healing and am growing stronger off that sorrow, though I can be a bit bitter. But I never ever have turned my back on StarClan and I don't plan on it. My mother retired to the elders den soon after. She was younger than my father, but just too weak to carry on her warrior duties. Both of them died peacefully in their sleep about a moon later. They both died on the same night. From then to now I have been living the regular apprentice life, not allowing the pity of other cats to get the best of me.

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ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ; Right now it's my littermate Shadowstrike.
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ; I'm friendly with everyone in the Clan, but no
"friends" yet.
ｋｉｎ; Mother: Silverfur (Deceased of old age)
Father: Badgerclaw (Decased of old age)
Littermate: Streamfur (Deceased from badger attack)
Littermate: Hawkpaw (Deceased from illness)
Older Sibling: Shadowstrike (Living)
ｃｒｕｓｈ; Nobody yet C:
ｍａｔｅ; Nope.
ｋｉｔｓ; Want some someday!

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I guess we are finishing up here! Well my older brother has always been my best friend, we always stick together and love each other. We are also very protective of the other. I'm nice to everyone in the Clan but I guess no real "friends" right now. We've covered my family earlier in the History, I honestly don't have much family in the Clan anymore, sadly. Okay now onto crushes.. I used to have one, but it never really worked out.. Anyways, so I've never had kits but I really want some someday!

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ｎａｍｅ; Shadowstrike
ａｇｅ; 25 moons
ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Tom Cat
ｒａｎｋ; Warrior
ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ; Not yet
ｂｉｒｔｈｐｌａｃｅ; MistClan

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Hello cats. My name is Shadowstrike. I was given for name the name "Shadow" for the way I looked as a kit, and tends to describe the secretive corners of my personality. I'm a tom cat, always have been and always will be. Not to long ago I reached my 30th moon. I've been a warrior for 15 moons now. I was made an apprentice at 6 moons, and made a warrior at 11 moons. I have only mentored one apprentice to count, and not be boastful, but I think I did a very fine job with my first, and I can't wait for my next. I was born in MistClan and have always lived here. So there you go, there are some of the basics. Let's move onto looks.

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ｆｕｒ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ; Dark tabby.
ｅｙｅ ｃｏｌｏｕｒ; Green
ｂｏｄｙ ｔｙｐｅ; Muscular, big.
ｄｉｓｔｉｎｃｔｉｖｅ ｔｒａｉｔｓ; Broad face, large muscles.
ｓｃａｒｓ/ｄｅｆｏｒｍｉｔｉｅｓ; My front left paw is slightly
twisted. Slightly ripped right ear. Small scars scattered.

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Well since you're blind, I will explain to you what I look like. I would say I'm pretty handsome, definitely someone you wouldn't mind looking at. Lets just start off with fur color. I'm a surprisingly dark tabby. Much darker than most brown tabbies. The reason I was given the name "Shadow" is because I was born a black kit. As I grew, my kitten fluff shed into what I am now. I am very happy with my color. So I'm a dark brown, with a hint of orangish auburn. Then I have darker black tabby stripes. My eyes are a light grass green, with gold flecks. For body type, I'm a very large cat. Not fatness, mind you. I am just very muscular. My face is very handsome and broad, like my fathers. I am very tall, which is not unusual in my family. And if your not tall, you're limbs are slim and muscular. I would say that I'm very close to the tallest, and most muscular cat in the Clan, though some cats may beg to differ. I am still very young, and there may be senior warriors, who are much stronger than me physically. Now, there's no way you can miss my twisted front left paw. I was injured in a badger attack a little while back while defending my apprentice and younger siblings. The wound pretty much healed up all the way, and hardly ever bothers me except on occasion after a hard days work or training. Though it has healed, it didn't heal in the right direction, so it was left twisted. Reason being is that our medicine cat was afraid that if it was adjusted, it would further break the bone, so I believe. So when we were able to adjust it, it had already fused in it's awkward direction. The paw is pointed outwards. So then for a finish I have a slightly ripped ear. Then I have scattered scars, none too big to explain.

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ｇｏｏｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ; Caring, reserved, gentle
with those he loves, sensitive, has much courage.
ｂａｄ ｔｒａｉｔｓ; Easily irritable, has a hard time
trusting, a bit strict and controlling.
ｌｉｋｅｓ; Kits, family, spending time with my littermate,
fighting, challenges.
ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ; Annoying cats, she cats trying to get
his attention, traitors, badgers.
ｓｔｒｅｎｇｔｈｓ; His physical ability, lack of fear, is
very heard by the cats of his Clan.
ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ; Fear for his family, overprotectiveness,
stubbornness.
ｓｋｉｌｌｓ; Physical ability, persuasion, natural ability
to overpower.
ｆｅａｒｓ; Loosing his only family, never finding a mate,
letting his clan down.

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So now you want you want about my personality? Then history? I think you talking to me was already taking it too far. I don't really care, lets just move on and start with traits. This is all coming from my younger sibling, she seems to know more about me than I do, which might be true. I honestly really do not care for myself, I live for my family and the Clan, whom is also considered family. I'm a very caring, reserved, gentle with those I love, sensitive, and I have much courage. I'm a friendly cat when you get to know me, which is a very daring, and near to impossible feat to accomplish. For bad traits, I'm easily irratible, which is very obvious to anyone. Though it's mostly just with cats, though I have a lot of patience with any kit. No matter how rude they may be. In battle I do show mercy, but cant be relentless depending on the situation or whom or what species the enemy is. When it comes to protecting my family, you might consider me merciless. Though if it's against my own clanmates, I consider all factors. I can be strict, especially with my younger sibling and apprentices, especially my own. It's not too bad, I just want them to reach their full potential as a warrior. In that area I can also be a bit controlling and with my she-cat sibling. If I don't approve of a tom who has taken interest in my very smart, and pretty younger sister, I will often scare them off. I really like kits, maybe even as much as my sister, who is head over heels for kits. We spend a lot of time with them together. I love spending time with my sister. I learn a lot from her, and she learns a lot about me. One of my main goals when spending time with her is learb a she-cat would want in a mate, and then there is just trying to form the best bond of friendship I can with her. Strengths and weaknesses huh? Just don't use them against me, okay? Anyways, I'm very physically able. Past the average line. I told you about that earlier. Okay so I'm pretty much fearless. The fears I do have are the big ones, nothing like spiders or predators. I'm a very heard cat in my Clan. A) Because I have very good points. B) I'm very good at persuading. C) I can just be a loud cat when I want. Everyone knows that I can keep calm when angered. I try to keep it in, but when I can't I don't really lash out. This rarely ever happens, but I am very easily irritated. Now onto my fears. As you can see it's only Clan and family stuff. These are my main priorities, and the only thing I care about. Like almost any cat, I would give my life for my Clan. I am very protective over my family. I'm really with all of the loss I have,I will cast a shadow on the cat I really am, and then no she-cat will want me. But if they cant see through that, they aren't fit to be my mate anyways, but I try to be optomistic. For my personality, I really try to be out there for my sister, and will occasionally smile. Not many was describe me as cold. I'm just a reserved cat who tries to keep to all of my reasons to myself. I used to be outgoing, fun to be around, popular, and really loved. But I have gotten to be very mature, but I have my off days where I'm just plain wild *Wink Wink*. Just another thing, I'm not a major flirt around she-cats, and if I ever find a mate, I will be the most protective, loyal, understanding, and sentimental mate ever. Or so I will try to be.


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History? Oh, it's a long story, but let's start off with kithood. I was born an only kit. But not too long after my younger littermates were born. And as you would think, they did pick on my quite a bit, but we had no hard feelings and just loved each other. Our family was made up with very easy-going cats. I was the biggest, but in play battle I didn't always win, suprisingly. It was usually me against them, I was the best fighter but sometimes they happened to outsmart me, they two of them didn't usually just attack. Swiftfoot was the brains of each operation and Streamfur worked out how to commence with the plan. So I guess it was pretty even, though I wish I had the brains. Don't get me wrong, I'm a much smarter cat now and am not so prideful, not thinking I could always win by being bigger. I was always very jealous of my younger sisters and brother, especially Swiftfoot. Even today, but not as much. We all had good looks, and good attitudes, lots of friends and loved ones. But she had the brains and I had the muscle, it really bothered me. The thing is that she didn't. I was always so jealous of how she could just not care. Nevermind that, I'm mostly over it. Okay so I was made Shadowstrike at 12 moons. My younger brother and sister were very successful in their first two moons of training and then came the badger attack, where my sister Streampaw, who was later named Streamfur, had died. Then later Hawkpaw died of an illness. It was a very hard thing on our family. My mother had been in the nursery, and the grief had weakened her greatly so about two moons after birth she retired to the elders den after my father. They died soon after.

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ｂｅｓｔ ｆｒｉｅｎｄ; My littermate.
ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ; Really just my family.
ｋｉｎ; Mother: Silverfur (Deceased of old age)
Father: Badgerclaw (Decased of old age)
Littermate: Streamfur (Deceased from badger attack)
Younger Sibling: Hawkpaw (Deceased from illness)
Younger Sibling Swiftpaw (Living)
ｃｒｕｓｈ; Not yet.
ｍａｔｅ; Not yet. But I'm looking.
ｋｉｔｓ; Not yet.

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Okay, so as I've said before, my best friend is my younger sibling Swiftpaw. She's always been there for me, always been the one that tried to cool me when I got mad. She's just really friendly and funny and loves me, and I love her. I have no idea how she copes with me on bad days. I don't know what I'd do without her. For regular friends, I'm not really sure. I egt along with mostly everyone. Okay, for crush, I haven't had a she-cat really impress me yet. I want a she-cat, who understands me and loves me for who I am, which I will do in return for her. Someone like my sister. Someone who can help me change and be the cat I was. Right now I'm in that place where I really do want a mate. She-cats usually tend to wait, so it might be a while for me. Also I do know I do not have any kits, but I would really like some someday.

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[fruitbat]

ＷＩＬＬＯＷＰＡＷ [ she-cat ; seven moons ; apprentice ; tags; Tigerpaw & Whitepaw]

Willowpaw woke with a sudden jolt, she had been having some kind of dream. She couldn't remember though, maybe a nightmare, maybe a good dream. She shrugged to herself, yawning in the process. Her small teeth showed slightly as she yawned, then she shook out her head, not wanted to leave the warmth of her den bed. The strong sun rays where already hitting on her orange and white pelt, warming her up. She smiled slightly, it felt nice to have the sun upon you in the morning. She then gazed around the den, and saw Tigerpaw looking in her direction. She smiled to him, and then saw Whitepaw at the entrance, talking to him. She giggled slightly then got up, arching her back. She yawned again and trotted slowing over to the two toms. "Morning Tigerpaw, morning Whitepaw" she said softly with a smile and a slight dip of her head.

ＰＥＢＢＬＥＳ [ tom ; thirty moons ; loner ; tags; no one ]

Pebbles was already on the prowl for prey this morning, he had heard rustling in the bushes nearby and he hadn't eaten a good meal in about three days. Pebbles was slowing stalking the bush, his stomach fur dragging quietly on the forest floor. He then came to a stop at a small rat appeared from the bush. He smirked, licking his lips at the sight. Pebbles stalked closer and closer until he was at the edge of the bush. Waiting for the mouse to turn, he lunged forward, covering the rat with his paws and digging his claws into the ground. He could feel squirming under his paw, then help down the rat as he took a claw and cut it. He smiled, a good catch. He picked it up in his jaws and started walking back to his small den he had made.

[Mufa]

Mᴏᴛʜʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
she-cat | queen
tagged;; hawkkit, aspenkit

When the morning sun had begun to creep into the nursery, a agile she-cat awoke. Mothheart opened her eyes and blinked a few times as she raised her head. The rays of the sun reflected across her green orbs and caused them to appear the color of the Caribbean sea. Her jaw parted in a wide morning yawn and her limbs stretched out as she sprawled across the ground. Laying quietly before her were two small bundles of fur. They were growing fast, but the kits had yet another two moons to stay at their place in the clan. While trying not to disturb them, Mothheart began to groom herself. She ran her tongue over her fawn tabby fur to clean and straighten it. The young queen had no plans for the day. She would simply watch her kits and take them around camp to meet other apprentices and warriors. It was a good idea in the mothers mind. Allowing the kits to meet others would allow them to take their place in the clan. Even though Hawkkit and Aspenkit knew most of the clan already, Mothheart believed that a visit to each cat at least once every three suns would be great for the kits.

Hᴀᴡᴋᴋɪᴛ
tom | kit
tagged;; mothheart, aspenkit

Hawkkit breathed slowly. His flank and stomach moved up and down in a steady, rhythmic motion. He dreamed of nothing and simply slept in a world of darkness. When Mothheart moved, the young kit blinked open his eyes. His brown tabby pelt was messed and dirty. The kit slowly stood up and looked down at his sister. A small smile appeared at the corner of his muzzle as he saw her sleepy tail drifting from side to side. Looking up at his distracted mother, the tom kit stared at her for a few moments. When she didn't even bother to glance his way, Hawkkit pounded upon Aspenkit's tail. There was a high pitched squeal which was replaced with a hiss of anger. Hawkkit stepped back and lowered himself into a hunters crouch. It looked clumsy and improper, but perfection with something the kit hadn't been taught wasn't necessary. His sisters glare tore right through his own eyes. "Come on, Aspenkit!" the tom purred with amusement. "Let's practice our battle moves!" Hawkkit didn't know any battle moves, but referred to wrestling as battle training.

Asᴘᴇɴᴋɪᴛ
she-cat | kit
tagged;; mothheart, hawkkit

Aspenkit had been resting peacefully in the night. She dreamed of herself as a warrior while hunting. When she was just about to pounce and make the killing blow to the mouse she had been stalking, the young kit jolted awake. Her eyes were wide and stared blankly at her brother, Hawkkit. Her chocolate tabby pelt was on end and her sleek tail throbbed. When Aspenkit realized what happened, she narrowed her eyes into a glare. She could feel the gaze of her mother staring at the two, but ignored the feeling. Waving her tail side to side in an aggressive matter, the she-kit hissed at her brother. "I almost killed the mouse!" the yowled. When the kit felt the judging and cold glare of her sibling on her pelt, she ducked her head and tucked her tail in. "In my dream," she added with a squeak. Her ears twitched as her brother didn't reply and stood from his lousy hunters crouch. Not making eye contact with her family, Aspenkit curled up closer to her mothers stomach and rested her head upon the end of her tabby tail.

[wilbur.]

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The brown and white colored she-cat's nose twitched, letting out a small sneeze which caused her to wake. Her dark blue eyes blinked open with a start, her head lifted up. Icemoon let out a small huff and stood, sleep still showing in her eyes. She let out a yawn and stood up, stretching, before padding out of the warriors den. Her fur fluffed up and barely matted from her sleep. I need to put new moss in my nest... The Snow-shoe she-cat thought as she began licking the knots out and neatly licking her fur down straight. Once she finished, Icemoon yawned lightly and fluffed her pelt up lightly.

[Morningpaw11]

@Song & Lyric; Shadowstrike is accepted, however I think that Swiftpaw is a little too much on the perfect side... :I I mean, she's smart, has good running, climbing and swimming abilities, has basically no enemies in the clan, is 'friendly' with everyone, is reliable, trustworthy, and a good friend. She has a strong build and an 'intelligent' face and apparently pretty, neat, elegant looks. cx I'm trying not to sound rude, but please, make her have some kind of flaws.

name; raventail
gender; tom
age; 15 moons
rank; warrior
activity; waking up,
greeting icemoon

r a v e n t a i l

Yawning, the young tom opened an eye, squinting to adjust to the bright sunlight shining into the den. Raventail stretched luxuriously and relaxed for a moment, then decided to just get it over with. He got up and walked outside. It was a beautiful day - sunny, warm, a slight breeze... He sat down in a sunny spot and began to lick his fur clean. When he finished and his jet-black fur was neat and tidy, he padded over to Icemoon, who had been sitting by herself. "Hello," he greeted. "I can't wait to get out and hunt." Glancing over at the fresh-kill pile, he noticed it was near-empty; there were only a couple pieces there from last night.

[seventh lion]

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.--{ tom - med. cat - tags: open }
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Brokenstep was sitting in the medicine den, tail curled tightly around three paws--as he was using one to sort herbs. The young tom could hardly get any sleep. He had been having nightmares lately, but the medicine cat was sure they had no meaning. When StarClan wanted to send him a message, Brokenstep was usually good at picking up the hint. These dreams were different. The crippled tomcat faded from his thoughts as his belly rumbled loudly. With a sigh, he stood and gave his white chest a few swift licks. Brokenstep squinted as he exited his den, hobbling on his three good legs to the fresh-kill pile. A few of his Clanmates were milling about, speaking with one another and greeting each other "good morning."