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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: Barkface
He was just digging into a juicy piece of squirrel when another cat appeared by his peripheral vision. Lifting his head from his meal, the leader of Flightclan licked his tongue over his maws before smiling at the warrior beside him. "Morning Barkface." the silver tabby returned the greeting with a soft chuckle. "Came for a light early meal as well?" the tom shifted over, dragging his squirrel aside to let the other cat grab a tasty treat as well. "How are you this morning?" the leader meowed softly, bending down to devour the small creature once more. The squirrel he chose was small and skinny, just enough to quell the grumbles of his stomach. It was just like him to leave the juiciest and fattest pieces for his clan - one of his many ideas to attempt to make others relax around him. He was just a cat like anycat walking around camp, he was once a warrior by the name of Whitefoot and he was also introduced into the world through Flightclan cats. It was hard being leader at certain times, when one would be given so much respect that one would feel alienated from the others. Honestly, if being leader meant being separated emotionally from his clan he would rather give his position up. Ah, but I can't just dump my responsibilities elsewhere... the tabby turned a thoughtful eye to the sky. Starclan chose me to lead the clan because of certain reasons. I can't abandon them for my selfish desires. His tail flicking and curling, the tom finished his meal and began to clean his paws.
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•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud
"So I see." the she-cat mumbled dryly as she glanced at Redcloud's thick pelt. She often wondered how the tom managed to stay so positively happy no matter what season they're in. What baffled her most was how the red tom could stand baking within that thick layer of fur and still stay optimistic and cheerful. If she had fur as long and thick as his, she wouldn't even bother coming out of the shadows of the dens. But then again, his thick silky fur had all the she-cats in clan envy him for his beautiful coat. Honeywolf snorted softly and rolled her eyes, a pretty tom, now that's something. "You should head towards the river if you want to cool down." the ginger she-cat meowed grimly, green eyes narrowing slightly before turning away. They had no business with each other so she wasn't obliged to accompany him if he does decide to go to the river for a dip. Turning away briskly, the she-cat continued on her walk, her whiskers twitching from irritation boiling within. It was irritation more for herself than her clanmate, because she couldn't hold a proper conversation without offending somecat sooner or later - and though she felt awkward leaving the red tom so abruptly - she'd prefer to leave before things start rolling downhill.
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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 34 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Jayfrost, Ravenfeather,
Wolfpaw, Tigerpaw
Approaching the entrance the tom's grin widened when he recognized those in the patrol. "Morning Ravenfeather, Wolfpaw, Tigerpaw!" the tom meowed cheerfully, tail gently rubbing over the foreheads of the two younger cats. "Hope you haven't been waiting long, I was just visiting Foxpool and Flightclan's future kits." he meowed apologetically, but his face seem to glow when he mentioned kits. He always had a soft spot for the little ones. "Excited for the hunting trip?" he directed the question at the two apprentices as he sat down and waited patiently for Jayfrost to lead the cats out. "Wonder what we'll be able to haul in this morning." the tom wondered softly as he licked one furry paw to drag it over one ear. It wasn't until his stomach mumbled a protest that the tabby tom remembered while he had been busy feeding both the queen and medicine cat of the clan, he had neglected to fill his own belly. Oh, I think I'm craving fish. His tongue unconsciously flicked out and licked his lips as he eagerly waited for the ragdoll to arrive.
(( @Demonsockpuppet2; can you send me an example of your RP? ))


























