Through the storm { semi-lit warrior rp; open }

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[Koyuki]

Ripplepaw ❅ Apprentice ❅

Ripplepaw sniffed the morning air, feeling it cool and crisp on his pelt. Another fine morning to go out and prove himself worthy of a warrior. The newly-appointed apprentice puffed out his chest in StormClan-cat pride. Hopefully his mentor was awake now; he could hardly to show off his new moves for the day.
His pawsteps thudded softly on the ground as he padded towards his destination slowly; carefully making up his mind.
The apprentce paused, inhaled shortly, and screeched loudly to towards the Warrior Den - "ANNY CAAT AWAAKEE ?"
Mouse-dung. He cringed as his yowl ricocheted around cold rock. Well, that had certainly went as planned. At the sound of that, it would probably wake even the most dormouses of the Clan. Which meant trouble, and a load of moody elders.
Well, he could always turn tail and run. Then the mental response was almost pure reflex. ...No ! Running away ? As if a warrior would do that !

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Gender: Female

Age: 120 moons; Roughly 10 years old

Rank: Elder

Looks: A skinny short cat with not much muscle to her anymore. Being the oldest cat in the Clan has done quite a number on her. Whiteroses' body fails her often and her once sharp hearing and quick mind are not what they used to be. Her joints require constant attention form the medicine cat as they cause her a large amount of pain. Once a beautiful queen her white and cream fur is now mixed with grey fur. Whiterose has a diamond like pattern of pale cream on her face. Her legs are a darker cream while her paws are a pure white. The back of her ears and tail are cream. Her belly is white and her pelt is mainly white with cream colored fur mixed in. The only thing that has not worn over the years are her bright blue eyes. Though they may seem a little wiser, a little sadder, as though they've seen to much.

Personality: A simple charm is impossible to notice even at her old age. It draws you in and almost compels you to care for the old she-cat. Whiterose is sweet and senses when cats may be feeling saddened or burdened with grief. She enjoys spending time in the sun warming her old bones and with the other cats who occasionally come to her for advice about her problems. She sometimes has days where she refuses to leave her nest. When she remembers a certain cat has passed away or a battle that should never have happened.

Quirks: She has trouble remembering things sometimes. Cats names. Who has died who hasn't. That she is no longer a warrior.

Perks: Whiterose is a sweet and charming cat who is very wise.

Relationships: Whiterose attracted many males when she was a young warrior. Her charm and beauty drew them in likes moths to flame. Eventually she chose a very strong and self confident male by the name of Rainclaw. They were mates for awhile until it became apparent to Rainclaw that Whiterose could bear no kits. He left her and quickly got himself a new mate who produced a solid litter of six. Devastated about being left she drew away from her clanmates companionship and the new kits they were helping to raise. She avoided the other males in her Clan diligently now, afraid of being hurt again. She spent a lot of her time on the outskirts of the clans territory, where she met a friendly, outgoing, and mischievous kittypet. He was unlike any other cat she had ever met in the Clan. He did not worry about the weather or food or anything. He was living for the moment and when Whiterose was with him she felt freed of her own burdens and worries hat all Clan cats share. They spent lots of time together and became mates. Until he wondered to deeply into the forest while he looked for her. He was killed for trespassing. Whiterose was unable to show her grief for her lost mate in fear of being killed for disobeying the code. She buried him then went home to her Clan where she shared tongues with the murderers who killed her love. She kept her hate hidden all her life until as her brain failed her she revealed the story to Halffoot. Very few cats know her true story and none of them enjoy sharing it.

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Gender: Male

Age: 81 moons Roughly 7 years

Rank: Elder

Looks: A large built cat who has particularly wide shoulders. He was renamed when he became an elder after his hind right leg that was caught in a fox trap. It ripped off a large chunk of his paw, thus the name Halffoot. He know limps around on three paws. He is solid grey all throughout his pelt. His nose is a darker grey and his eyes are light green. He is very healthy mostly due to the fact that he is retired young.

Personality: He is reclusive and secretive preferring to spend most of his time away from others or with a a trusted few. He plenty of great ideas he just doesn't want to share them or doesn't care enough to. He is not shy and will willingly share his opinion if asked. Halffoot is resentful of his new place as an elder finding many cats of the cats to be very young and incompetent. He was a great mentor in the older days and has many tips on keeping balance for harder moves and where to find prey in winter. Tips he would be very willing to share if ask.

Quirks: He normally is a quiet cat and tends to not get attached to others easily.

Perks: Very knowledgeable of skills and training tips.

Relationships: Halffoot's family broke apart when he was young. His only brother was killed by an owl and his mother died of greencough. His father was not very vigilant and spent most of the time trying to avoid his only remaining kit. Halffoot isn't very fond of any other cats other than Whiterose. The older she-cat had caught his eye when he was younger as she had every tom in the Clan. Now being an elder with her has given him a new since to the she-cat and they have become great friends. Whiterose turning the normally grumpy and loner Halffoot into a sort of guardian. He has taken her on to be his own responsibility and helps her around the camp and keep her from blurting out indecent pieces of her knowledge. Right now she is the only cat under his guardianship. But that doesn't mean it can't change.

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Gender: Tom

Age: 8 moons

Rank: Apprentice. Only wishing for a position as a warrior.

Looks: He is slightly smaller than the average cat though he is jus as strong as anyone else. As a tortoiseshell cat he has many distinctive markings on his black fur. He has a tan sliver marking off centered in his forehead. Falconpaw also has lighter fur around his eyes and one side of his muzzle. His chest is checkered with lighter patches. Two of his toes on his left forepaw are white. He is tannish rings around his body and a pure black tail.

Personality: His ego exceeds his small sized body. His arrogance is unrivaled and his self centered ways often get him in hot water with others. Falconpaw grew up on the fact that you always take what you need as a former loner. He hasn't grown completely accustomed to that fact that you share your prey with others and though he does obey the warrior code by bringing his catches back to camp he always eats his kill himself. Always preferring his own prey to anyone elses. Despite the fact that he only cares about himself he does have a lot pf potential to become a great warrior. With his loads of natural talent he can understand and execute battle moves and hunting techniques quickly, if he would pay attention during training sessions and apply himself.

Quirks: Lack of concern for others. Very egotistical.

Perks: Easily able to understand new moves and lots of raw natural talent.

Relationships: Falconpaw was separated from his loner family. He was accepted into the Clan after he stumbled onto their territory half starved to death. He has adapted well to Clan life and even has his eyes on a particular female. Though he isn't sure Fallenleaf knows he exists. He is quite alot younger than her.

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