Ｔｈｅ Ｌｏｓｔ Ｃｌａｎ ➳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[Froas]

Ｔｈｅ Ｌｏｓｔ Ｃｌａｎ ｒｏｌｅｐｌａｙ ｉｓ ＯＰＥＮ/ＣＬＯＳＥＤ

[ayomi]

Name ; ;Applepaw

Wanted name ; ;Applebrook/Applestream

Rank ; ;Apprentice

Age ; ;8 moons

Crush ; ;no

Gender ; ;she cat

Description ; ;Applefang has a reddish pelt, resulting in the name Applepaw. Her feet and tail have stripes that are the same red color. Her features seem sharp, like she is concentrating on one certain thing, but she really isn't. She is hardly ever on task actually. Applepaw has a very short tail, resulting in her being very off balance. Therefore, one of her strengths is not climbing trees.
Personality ; ;Applepaw is a gentle, vain she cat. She does not know she is vain, but she will spend numerous hours grooming her pelt. Applepaw is a very social cat. And loves to annoy people, it is not fun though, she feels, if she does not do it with someone else. She can laugh all day, and is not really afraid if she gets in trouble or not.
History ; ;Ginger woke up in the small nest her mother had made for her. She yawned, looking around for her mother. She couldnt see her mother, and her yawn was cut short, replaced by whimpers of worry. The small kit, barely even 3 moons, was very afraid. She waited until moon high, she was just about to get up and go look for her mother when she heard yowls of pain. She ran in the direction of the yowls, arriving just in time to see her mother get killed by the badger. "No!" she squeaked, but the small kit had a brain. Ginger hid behind a shrub until the badger had stomped off, when she reached her mother, her last words were being spoken..."find cats to care for you...I love-" Her mother gasped one more time and her eyes rolled back into the top of her heads. "No!", she screamed. "No!", the hungry kit taught herself how to hunt, not very well though. The only things she could catch were either young or old squirrels, most of the old ones were half dead anyway. She finally came to the boudaries of Cedarclan, ignoring the scent marks, the she cat found a nice bush, and lay down in it. The next thing she knew, the skinny she cat was being stuffed with food, more than she had had in a long time. She was then being asked questions by the clan leader. "What is your name?" she had been asked. "Ginger", she said. The she cat fell asleep shortly afterward. The next day, she was given her name Applekit, and was officially brought into the clan.

[b a t m a n.]

{{wip c:}}

[Keriae]

↪ ↪ ↪ ┇ＦＡＲ ＯＴＨＥＲ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＳＴＹ ＭＯＵＮＴＡＩＮＳＣＯＬＤ
❝ ｔｏ ｄｕｎｇｅｏｎｓ ｄｅｅｐ ａｎｄ ｃａｖｅｒｎｓ ｏｌｄ ❞
ＷＥ ＭＵＳＴ ＡＷＡＹ， ＥＲＥ ＢＲＥＡＫ ＯＦ ＤＡＹ.
ＴＯ ＳＥＥＫ ＯＵＲ ＬＯＮＧ－ＦＯＲＧＯＴＴＥＮ ＧＯＬＤ. ┇↩ ↩ ↩

ＭＥＥＴ

ＷＩＬＤＰＡＷ

ｔｈｅ ｃｈｉｌｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｔｒｅｅｓ

name - wildpaw. a name given for her fur, the colours mesh wildly and chaotically, a complete mess.
age - rather young, wildpaw is at the slightly naïve age of ten moons.
gender - a little she-cat.
rank - not very high, only an apprentice
father - foxwhisker - deceased.
mother - petalsong - deceased.
brother - duskkit - deceased.
sister - streamkit - deceased.
crush - none
mate - wildpaw has no mate yet, and has no wish for one until she has been a warrior for a few moons.
kits - with no mate and her young age, it should be obvious that wildpaw is not a mother.

personality - intelligent; inquisitive; impish; open-minded; positive; impatient; stubborn; short-fused.
description - with a soft, warm lilac base, the first impression of wildpaw is a pale tabby. on this colour, slim tabby stripes in a darker shade, almost cinnamon can be seen. but these are not the only colours marked on this apprentice's pelt. oh no, she has many other patches of colour, moulding roughly in what can only be described as pure chaos. these other patches are a pale ginger, not cream, and have their own tabby stripes in a dark fiery russet colour; this colour also highlights some other stripes on the lilac. one large ginger patch can be viewed in the centre of her face, only just edging around her eyes like a mask. speaking of eyes, wildpaw's eyes are quite pretty, being a medium shade of green, quite cool and refreshing. there is a rough locket of white on her chest and all four of her paws are white too. her frame is slightly smaller than some others, slim and lithe with sinewy legs. she's a speedy cat, not one of strength.
history - the day on which wildpaw was born, along with her two littermates was a warm day in early greenleaf. the leaves on the trees were a beautiful jigsaw of gold, yellow and brown. it was the dawn of this day that her mother, petalsong, started to kit. she was a first-time mother, and the kitting was both difficult and long. her mate, a ginger brute by the name of foxwhisker, was by her side the instant he awoke. the warrior occupied his time by collecting moss and soaking it in water for his parched mate. it was nearing moonhigh when she finally finished and three kits suckled at her belly. the firstborn was a sorrel-coloured classic tabby tom, and was given the name of duskkit. the secondborn was wildkit herself. the lastborn was another she-cat, a grey-blue tabby, long-furred like their mother and named streamkit. while petalsong had survived, she was weak and barely managed to clean her wet kits.
over the next few weeks, she deteriorated rapidly until she died when her kits were nearing a moon old. little streamkit died with her, having always been the weakest of the litter. another queen took the two kits left in as her own. as leafbare approached, greencough took the lives of many, including duskkit.
and so only wildkit and foxwhisker remained of their family.
time passed in a blur and soon wildkit had reached six moons and became an apprentice of dawnclan.
she went on a patrol with her mentor and her father at six and a half moons, and it was sheer misfortune that they found a badger. foxwhisker pushed his daughter out of the way and into a thick clump of brambles, where the thorns tore at her skin. she watched there, crouched in fear, as her mentor and her father fought like warriors of lionclan. they weaved around, leap over. claws slashed, teeth snapped and thunderous growls ripped through the air. starclan heard them and another patrol burst out of the undergrowth, joining the battle.
everything happened in slow motion.
it was too late, for the badger had managed to catch foxwhisker's spine beneath it's jaws and bit down. a crack sounded through the air as foxwhisker's back broke. within moments, the badger had torn his throat with it's claws. as the patrol chased the badger away, wildpaw fought free of the brambles and left clumps of fur behind her. she crouched beside his unmoving form. he sat vigil on her own that night, hunched over with her nose in his ginger fur.
snow began to fall.
over the next few days, she had a break from training and sat in camp, watching with dead eyes.
eventually, she regained her normal behaviour and began training again.
now she's working hard to make her father proud of her and become the best warrior she can be.

[Froas]

(Keriae, Wildpaw is accepted c: To those who's form's are a wip, I'd like them done withing the next three days)

[Noven.,]

So, you've yet to meet this lad that goes by the name of Killian? Ah, I see I've guessed correctly. Well, you will reminisce about this young fellow once you get to meet him. So kind and polite, never refusing to help another in need. Species, gender, never mind that. He'll always help. It's just him.
Killian specializes in housing any that come to him. So, it kind of means that he has to be kinder than most. Many cats come to his humble roots, being that he lives under a gigantic oak tree with many burrows connecting to each other. They seek guidance and information, so he sends them into the tunnels to find themselves.
Though, it's harder for him to do this when he hasn't even found himself. One might say it's even painful. 32 moons, and he doesn't even know if he wants to be where he is. He doesn't know if he would rather the forest where he is now or the city, where he was. All he can think is how is it so easy to help others with their problems when I can't even fix mine? This thought is so common in his seemingly more scrambled mind. Now, to more of a description; emerald eyes strike through the fog and bright russet fur sets the scene. He has a white chin that drips down to his bright white heart-shaped chest. Completely and utterly fitting. Was it a sign to come when he was younger? Bright white whiskers hold the dew and a bright pink nose wrinkles in his fanged grin. How fluffy he is, from one glance! Yes, his fur is quite thick as you can see. Besides be a ginger, darker red stripes course through his already multi-colored fur.
An odd history, none the less. Born to two city cats by the names of Soot and Ash. What an odd combination of names, no? Both of his parents had jet black fur and shockingly yellow eyes. So did all of his siblings. Though, Killian? He was just.. There. His parents were confused by his appearance, not understanding how he ended up this way. Why did he have such an odd marking upon his chest, and these oddly colored eyes, and this russet and white fur? How? They simply decided he was the plague and left him. Numerous times he faced death, but finally made his way to the woods in which he decided he was much safer. He traveled for ages and now resides in his tree, along, and wanting to to experience that one thing that will allow him to become who he thinks he is. Problem that holds him back? It's that he doesn't know what that one thing is.
He watches a certain clan that has caught his eye. He believes the name is... Cedarclan? All of the cats in this clan interest him, and he knows some of their names. He watches them intently in his spare time, wondering if he could have that.Though, he knows most of those cats wouldn't enjoy a random loner or rouge joining their clan, so he leaves them be and respects their borders, for the most part. He's never been caught watching, but he has come to the rescue during different incidents with foxes or floods. He never stays long enough for them to really ask him things.

{{T.I.T.A.N.I.U.M}
You shout it out,
But I can't hear a word you say.
I'm talking loud not saying much,
I'm criticized but all your bullets ricochet.
You shoot me down, but I get up.

{{User?}}
{{ Le Tonnerre Roule-. Call me anything? :3 }}

{{Name?}}
{{ "Ivorysplash." }}

{{Gender?}}
{{ "I'm a she-cat." }}

{{Age?}}
{{ "I am nineteen moons." }}

{{Rank?}}
{{ "I'm the Medicine Cat." }}

{{T.I.T.A.N.I.U.M}
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away.
Ricochet, you take your aim.
Fire away, fire away.
You shoot me down but I won't fall.
I am titanium.
You shoot me down but I won't fall.
I am titanium.

{{Love Interest?}}
{{ "I'm not allowed." }}

{{ Mate?}}
{{ "I'm not allowed." }}

{{Kin?}}
{{ "Well... I had a family. But it all kinda feel apart." }}

{{Friends?}}
{{ "I don't really know... I'm friends with whoever wants to be friends with me. I consider all my clanmates very close to me." }}

{{T.I.T.A.N.I.U.M}
Cut me down,
But it's you who'll have further to fall.
Ghost town and haunted love,
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones.
I'm talking loud not saying much.

{{Distinguishing Marks and Complete Description?}}
{{ "Ivorysplash is a white tabby. Her fur is the color of freshly laid snow. But the tabby stripes that curl and hold her tight are as black as obsidian. Her tail is long and soft. So soft, one would say it feels like silk! But much of her fur feels just as silky. Her beautiful blue eyes are as blue as fresh water running through a river. But they can give the sharpest of looks. She looks like a miniature tiger. That, indeed, makes her look very odd. She would actually qualify to have a form of dwarfism in cats. She is very tiny. She doesn't weigh much at all, either. All together, she weighs maybe 6 lbs? Some of the claws along her front paws are ripped out, due to a horrible climbing accident in her first moon of being an apprentice. Most of them are sharp and ready to pierce the skin of her prey. The tip of her right ear is torn halfway from getting caught in a thistle bush.
All in all, Ivorysplash is a little cat in a big world." }}

{{T.I.T.A.N.I.U.M}
I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose.
Fire away, fire away,
Ricochet, you take your aim.
Fire away, fire away,
You shoot me down but I won't fall.
I am titanium,
You shoot me down but I won't fall.
I am titanium.
I am titanium.
I am titanium.

{{ Personality?}}

Unpredictable
{{Ivorysplash isn't crazy. Just... Unpredictable. You never know what Ivorysplash will do next, or how Ivorysplash will act. She isn't horrible or mean. She is just very loud or very quiet, and you never know what day you will get her. }}
Kind
{{Ivorysplash really is a kind soul. She tries to help whenever and whoever she can. She looks at things with a different perspective- If you don't treat everyone and everything with a light heart and sweet words, who would ever want to even talk to you. When you're nice to others, they give back!}}
Naive
{{Isn't everyone? She will learn. Her naive sense is more like innocence. She is still younger, being less than eight-twelve seasons but more than four. }}
Honest
{{She has never told a lie. Well, maybe later, she might. She is too honest. She just can't. Even if she did, she would break out right away and apologize. She can't help it. But some cats prize her honestly. Or she wishes they would. She really wished that she had a cat to care for her. She never got that care or loving touch from her parents. }}
Adventurous
{{She loves to explore. By now, there is NOT a place she has been on her territory. GUARANTEED. She has found all kinds of hiding places and cool spots. She loves to stay in the trees because when you go up high enough, it gets colder. She loves the cold.}}
Trusting
{{She is trusting... too trusting. She lets many cats take advantage of her. She trusts too easily and always gets her heart broken. She puts her heart and soul into everything she does. She once again is naive, making her trusting issue that much worse.}}

{{ Likes?}}
{{ Kits. }}
{{ Healing. }}
{{ Hunting. }}

{{ Dislikes?}}
{{ Lying. }}
{{ Death. }}
{{ Hurting others. }}

{{ Strengths?}}
{{ Healing. }}
{{ Climbing. }}
{{ Swimming. }}

{{ Weaknesses?}}
{{ Fighting. }}
{{ Killing. }}
{{ Lying. }}

{{ History?}}
{{ "Ivorysplash is no different from any other clan cat. Her only problem was when her mother died and her father left the clan. Her mother had blackcough, dying VERY soon after Ivorysplash was born. Poor Ivorysplash doesn't even remember her mother. Her father is a different story. He was caught trying to feed her deathberries. She remembers that eventful day quite well, and it continues to fester inside of her. It's also the reason she decided to become the medicine cat."}}

[belle noire]

ＷＯＬＦＰＡＷ
--------------------Ｉ ＷＡＬＫ ＡＬＯＮＥ

ＮＡＭＥ ↣ wolfkit » wolfpaw » wolfsong
ＡＧＥ ↣ twelve moons
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ↣ male
ＲＡＮＫ ↣ medicine cat apprentice


ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ ↣ wolfpaw is larger than normal males his age, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. in fact, with the way he looks it's almost like wolfpaw shoulder have been a warrior's apprentice instead of a medicine cats. that is, until one notices his stiffened back leg, an injury he sustained in his early apprentice days after falling from a tree. if wolfpaw didn't always have such a serious look plastered on his face, he could be called good-looking, perhaps even handsome. the tom's pelt is short, and the base coloring of it is an odd pale silver. graced with deep grey, swirled tabby markings, the apprentice has a rather unusual pelt color. however, wolfpaw's most striking features are his large, deep green eyes, that sit just above a dusky pink nose.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ↣ it's not hard to see that wolfpaw is extremely bitter about his position as a medicine cat apprentice. his attitude is often snappish and temperamental, one never knows what kind of emotion he might feel next, and even the smallest of things are able to set him off. before the accident, wolfpaw was just like any other apprentice. happy, fun-loving, and decidedly charming. now, the ghost of his old self follows in this new wolfpaw's steps, only occasionally allowed to take the spotlight. hot-headed wolfpaw doesn't give two mouse-tails that medicine cats are supposed to be calm and soothing; if someone is getting in the way of his job he's going to tell them to get out of the way and he's not going to be nice about it. the tom is bluntly honest, and doesn't think twice about sparing someone's feelings. that said, he does have a some-what softer spot for kits, and is generally kinder with them than he is with clan-mates his age or older. to most cats, wolfpaw appears cold and unsocial, but a lot of his attitude stems from the anger he has of his current situation, and very few others seem to understand that. wolfpaw is a fighter, he loves to hunt and often when he's out alone in the forest -something he greatly enjoys- he'll hunt the occasional mouse or bird. serious in nature, wolfpaw doesn't understand the concept of joking all that well. he takes everything at face-value, and often times it seems like you have to tip-toe around him so you don't set him off. unless he's telling someone to do something, or speaking to his mentor or leader, wolfpaw is, for the most part, completely silent. and so, it comes as a surprise that his voice is such a soothing baritone. even when he's snapping at someone, the richness of his pitch is never completely lost, and it's pretty obvious that if he simply tweaked his attitude a bit, he'd be a very well-liked member of the clan.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ↣ wolfpaw was born to stormchaser [father] and silverstream [mother]. along with him he had one sibling, a stillborn that was later named silentpaw. after his birth, wolfpaw's mother went through a state of depression, and she eventually died from being unable to eat. and so, it was with a heavy heart that stormchaser left his clan and his kit, unable to live there with the reminder of his beloved mate everywhere he looked. around this time, wolfpaw was about two moons old, and though he didn't understand everything that had happened, he came to realize that his father didn't care about him at all. soon the young kit got over this revelation, and he spent the next four moons as any kit would; playing with his den-mates, getting into trouble, and eagerly awaiting his apprenticeship.

upon becoming an apprentice, wolfpaw was given to a younger warrior named briarleaf. now, the two were quite different, but they got along famously and wolfpaw did everything his mentor told him to do. wolfpaw performed battle maneuvers with an excellency that shocked and pleased older warriors, but his hunting skills were sub-par in comparison. at the age of ten moons, wolfpaw was out hunting with briarleaf when a fox happened upon them. doing as his mentor told him, wolfpaw followed briarleaf up a tree, where the two were meant to wait for the fox to go on its way. however, halfway up the tree wolfpaw slipped, and fell to the ground with a sickening crack. it seemed like hours later as the fox lunged, and wolfpaw watched as his mentor leapt to take the brunt of the attack, dying on impact. there was only one thing wolfpaw could do, and so he ran as best he could with his injury back to camp.

though ivorysplash tried to save his leg, wolfpaw was unable to walk correctly from that day on, and so he was told he would not be allowed to be a warrior. with little choice left, wolfpaw grudgingly accepted the role of a medicine cat apprentice, and though it isn't the path he would have chosen for himself, he does his duty with calm efficiency, and it's almost as though he has been a medicine cat apprentice for the entirety of his life.

ＡＲＴＥＭＩＳ
--------------------ＳＩＬＥＮＴ ＯＮＥ

ＮＡＭＥ ↣ artemis » nightwing
ＡＧＥ ↣ thirty-one moons
ＧＥＮＤＥＲ ↣ female
ＲＡＮＫ ↣ loner


ＤＥＳＣＲＩＰＴＩＯＮ ↣ artemis is an awfully small cat, but she has never let her size get in her way. the female is extremely skilled in battle, and those that know her know better than to get on her bad side. with a short-haired pelt, consisting of the seamless black of a starless sky, the female could be called 'beautiful'. her pale yellow eyes are constantly alight with joy and mischief. this, coupled along with her small frame, often has others mistaking the senior as far younger than she truly is. shorter than most males, artemis's dainty paws carry her around easily, and an air of grace always seems to surround the female, though she purposefully ignores the glances she gets from toms and she-cats alike.

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ ↣ artemis is a very down to earth feline, and tends to be well-liked. the female finds great joy in helping others, but will not hesitate to attack if someone puts her clan in danger. with a sharp tongue, and an even sharper sense of humor, artemis can in fact be prickly when the mood strikes her. unlike most others, the she-cat has a great aversion to fighting, and will often try to talk her way out of a fight if she can.

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ ↣ artemis was born as a rambunctious female with a saucy attitude. as a kit, she would often follow her older brother, osprey around, doing everything he did and more. when made older, artemis and osprey were nearly inseparable, that is, until a freak flood washed osprey away, and he was never seen again. for a long time, artemis was sad about the loss of her brother, the only real friend she'd had among the loners she traveled with. still, she eventually got over it, knowing that he was in a better place. over the years, artemis finally began to grow into herself. instead of the gangly, tom-boyish female she'd been, artemis made a dramatic change into a beautiful feline. she was eventually known for her quick wit and compassion, and eventually left her familiar group of loners to travel on her own. as of right now, artemis is continuing those travels, but she hopes that soon she may find a place to call home.

[MulataMermaid]

Northblaze
Northblaze
{#bravehearted}

Basics
Name;; Northblaze is the name, a strong young tom who is looking for his place in the clan. He knows he truly belongs here, he would die for his clan. Continue reading to meet him.
Gender;; He's a tom, of course! Couldn't you tell by the broadness of his shoulders and the fire in his eyes?
Age;; This tom is 30 moons young, a very experienced tom who knows how things in the clan run.
Clan;; Northblaze's heart is with Cedarclan.
Rank;; This tom is a warrior, he is a fierce and brave one at that.
Rank Wanted;; Northblaze is fine with the life of a warrior. He is one to just go with the flow and see what happens.

Fur Color;; White with tabby splotches
Eye Color;; Large golden amber optics
Appearance;; Northblaze is a strong and muscular tom-cat with large white paws and a white pelt with tabby splotches on it. He has thick fur and broad shoulders. His whiskers are long, and his claws are unusually sharp.

Digging a Little Deeper
Personality;; Northblaze is a fiery and fierce tom who's life is defending his clan following the warrior code. He is soft-spoken, but he does have a stern side who is not afraid to enforce rules. Rules, however, is something he strongly believes in, and he would never take part in anything that would hurt the clan or break the warrior code. He is a true warrior through and through, his heart beats for clan-life, and his claws fight for it. He believes in talking rather than resorting strait to tooth and claw, though. Northblaze also believes that no apprentice is a bad one, and all cats deserve a second chance. He always puts the clan first, and would die for the clan and keep fighting for them till his last breath.

History;; Northblaze was born and raised in the clan, he was often bullied by the other kits for his strange name 'North'. He always forgave them though, and his mother and father grew prouder and prouder as he grew older from a kit to an apprentice, and from an apprentice to the warrior he is today. He is a family tom, he loves his family, and would someday want a mate and kits of his own.

Crush;; No crush at the moment, but he is always open. Perhaps a she-cat will win his heart someday? He has never been in love, but don't think he would fall for just anyone.
Mate;; No crush of course means no mate, but Northblaze would love a family someday, a few kits of his own.
Kits;; No kits, but he hopes someday he will be able too.

Oddpaw
{#misunderstood}

Basics
Name;; Oddpaw, the young tom who is often misunderstood.
Gender;; Oddpaw is a tom, and don't you dare let him hear you questioning his gender!
Clan;; Oddpaw has and will always have four paws in Cedarclan.
Rank;; Apprentice is the current rank for this young and hardy apprentice, but he is eleven moons and hopes to change that soon.
Rank wanted;; Of course it is every apprentice's dream to become a warrior, it is Oddpaw's dedication in life to prove himself as a noble warrior and clan-member.
Age;; Eleven moons.

Fur color;; Frost white pelt.
Left eye;; Oddpaw's left eye is a beautiful pacific blue.
Right eye;; His right eye is a deep hazel.
Appearance;; Lithe white tom with an unusually long tail and two oddly colored eyes.

Digging a little Deeper
Personality;; Oddpaw is a fiery young tom with a tongue as sharp as eagle talons. He doesn't much like authority, and can be hard to get along with at times. He gets angry easily, and prefers claws to words, so you had better watch out if you get on his bad side (which isn't hard to do). The thing that sets him off most is when other cats make a remark or say something about his eyes. However, don't get him wrong, he is truly loyal, and would die defending his clan. He sometimes tries too hard though, and sometimes that is another downside. It can make him appear mouse-brained and hard-headed, but at the end of the day he always knows he has tried his hardest. He truly loves his clan, and even though he can seem narrow-minded at times, the truth is that he takes in every detail about his life and the life of his clan-mates, processing it and thinking about it. He doesn't often forget things, which is one of the reasons he can be so quick to get angry.

History;; Oddpaw has one brother, Nofoot, a rare occasion, his mother and father were both clan-born and raised in the clan, however after Oddpaw opened his eyes for the first time his father thought it was very unusual and saw it as an omen. He was one of the loyalist cats in the clan, and he didn't want anything to do with a kit that was different. His father spent the rest of his days ignoring Oddpaw, until one day he mysteriously disappeared.

Crush;; Due to Oddpaw's attitude, not many she-cats have tried to get close to him. Oddpaw has never really had a crush on anyone, so don't expect him to fall easy, because he often won't even know when he is falling for someone.
Mate;; Oddpaw is too young for a mate right now.
Kits;; No mate, no kits! He's still too young for that, he's not even a warrior yet!
Family;; Nofoot is his brother

Nightfrost
{#deception}

Basics
Name;; This black she-cat goes by the name of Nightfrost.
Gender;; She's a she-cat...
Clan;; Nightfrost is in Cedarclan
Rank;; This young she-cat is a warrior at heart
Rank wanted;; She has and will always want to be a warrior.
Age;; She is 26 moons young

Fur color;; Midnight black
Eye color;; Baby Blue
Appearance;; Slender and beautiful black she-cat with piercing blue eyes.

Looking Inside
Personality;; This she-cat may look beautiful and sympathetic on the outside, but on the inside she is pulsating with mild narcissism. She doesn't much like meeting new cats, although she is fond and protective of her clan-mates. She is smart, and likes to sit back and watch the world with morbid and nonchalant interesting, taking in every little detail and processing its flaws and weaknesses. Nightfrost is one to sit back and wait for you to make mistakes, just so she can smirk in your face and say, 'I told you so.' She would rather be talking about herself than others, and believes that her way is the right way to do things. She can get aggressive when provoked, and can get mean with her words and looks.

History;; Nightfrost was born and raised in the clan, she was distant as a kit, and it was in her apprentice years that she discovered her true calling as a deceptionist.

Even Further In
Crush;; Nightfrost is sometimes too morbid to let anyone get close to her, but there could be a first time for everything.
Mate;; No mate.
Kits;; None.
Family;; None living.

[stricklyspagetti]

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A black, fuzzy kit is curled up on a tree stump in the middle of the woods, the sun pouring through the trees, leaving spolotches of sun on her warm fuzzy fur. She looked up with a slight purr, as she sits up and curls her tail around her small, delicate paws. "Why hello, I have not seen you around." she says with a purr. "Maybe we should get to know outselves." she says, and leaps from the stump, and sits infront of you.

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ＳＣＲＡＴＣＨＩＮＧ ＴＨＥ ＦＵＺＺＹ ＳＵＲＦＡＣＥ

Ghostkit is a friendly, hyper little kit. She loves other cats, and the young she-cat got her name for being known for dissapearing in a flash. Ghostkit is 4 moons, and the sweetest, entergetic kit you will ever meet. She loves to make new friends, as well as play. Ghostkit can be outside of the clan, as she was a Kittypet, then a rouge, and then a clan kit.

If you had'nt already seen, Ghostkit is a she-cat. As well as she loves to know everybody in the clan. She is excited to become a warrior, and she hopes to be named Ghostfeather. If you could'nt already told by ehr size, and energy, this young she-cat is a kit. She has a fuzzy black pelt, with peircing orang eyes. Not much as amber, more of orange.

Ghostkit loves to get involved, and she is known for the Kittypet. She can sometimes manage to sneak away, and catch a mouse, but she has never gotten caught. Ghostkit has many friends, as she can be many places in a flash. She was the runt of the litter, therefore she was the smallest, and she has the most speed.

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Ghostkit is very friendly, as on the outside she can seem cold and harsh. Shes rarely grump, and never complains. She is'nt the kit to be a hard-core, or dare-devilish type, but she will do things that she is asked. She never tries to hide from anyone, unless playing as she is quite the unusual kit.

This little she-cat, some people will ay she is evil inside from her father, which went to Darkforest. She can be quite soft, as she can get imtimidated alot. She dosent like it when people try to get her anger, or tamper with her. She can lash out on you quickly, and then go strait back to her friendly nature. Cats may try to take adavntage of Ghostkit's personality, but if she finds out, may Starclan bless you.

This kit is a very protective, strong kit, as she gets those traits from her father. As I explained before, she dosent like it when people get her mad, or tamper with her. She hates people who call her Kittypet. She has a dream of becoming deputy one day, and maybe leader. She fears the darkness, even though it sounds weird for a cat, and her pelt helps her blend in.

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ＩＮＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＭＩＲＲＯＲ！

What you see on the outside is not always on the inside. Ghostkit is a loving, friendly person, but if you hurt her, or someone she will go all out on you. She has a fuzzy, pitch black pelt, and her eyes are a peircing orange. Not amber, but orange. Ghostkit will eat practiclly anything you give her, but she mostly likes squirrels.

Ghostkit's claws are more like a hooked shape, while her eyes are big and round. She has a few scars, inclusding one that goes down her right eye, as she lost color in that eye. She has a small bite out of her right ear, that she got when she was trying to catch a squirrel one time.

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ＰＡＳＴＳ ＡＲＥ'ＮＴ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＴＨＥ ＢＥＳＴ

Ghostkit grew up with 4 other siblings, Firekit, Icekit, Waterkit, and Earthkit. They where called the 'Four Elements', meanwhile Ghostkit was the runt of the litter. She had her fathers looks, Brokenmuzzle, and her mothers eyes, Spiderweb. Her parents loved eachother deeply, and she got more attention from her father then her other siblings.

As I said, the young kit was a Kittypet at first, until a fire came to her owners house, and they left them there. They where saved by a clan leader, and they offered Ghostkit's family to come to the clan, and they went for about 2 moons, and left for Rouges. Then, Spiderweb took Ghostkit's siblings back to the clan, as Brokenmuzzle took her as a rouge. He joined up with other rouges, and planned to kill the clan.

They killed most of the clan, as Ghostkit was took with Brokenmuzzle to help in battle to start training, where she got the scar on her eye. She watched Brokenmuzzle get killed by the leader, and the leader demaned that she had bad-blood, and dropped her off at a riverbank, and left her there.

Ghostkit then found her new clan, and she learned quickly.

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[Froas]

(Ghostkit, Oddpaw, NIghtfrost, Ivorysplash, and Killian are accepted. Just to make sure Killian is a loner right?)

-Deputy rank is not open, I am waiting to fill up warriors slots and then will make a poll to vote for deputy