Ｔｈｅ Ｌｏｓｔ Ｃｌａｎ ➳ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ

[MulataMermaid]

{Northblaze wasn't accepted? Let me just change something quick, sorry about that.}

[Noven.,]

Yes, he is a loner. Thank you! }}

[Froas]

(Northblaze is accepted, no cat can be deputy right now)

[stricklyspagetti]

--When will we be starting?--

[Froas]

(When most of the spots are filled so if you know anyone who would be interested would you mind shooting them a pm?)

[belle noire]

finished bios i didn't have as much muse for atemis as i did for wolfpaw, sorry. v.v

[Froas]

(its fine, both are accepted)

[Pandle]

ｎａｍｅ ➞
Berrykit, daughter of Morningdew, prevailed through her first winter as the soul of her bloodline; greencough stole from her the irreplaceable. She snatched her apprentice title at six moons, and grew from Berrypaw to Berryfang; an apt name for the stark scarlet berries of blood she leaves on battle victims.

ａｇｅ ➞
Though underdeveloped in stature, Berryfang is in fact twenty-eight moons old (two years, four months)

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ➞
Perhaps questionable to a dead rat, this warrior is a female.

ｒａｎｋ ➞
Warrior, for vengeance is a most beautiful colour in death.

ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ ➞
A slender figure born runt of the litter and yet the only to survive, Berryfang graces the heath rugs of Mother Nature with pearl slippers and pillars of ivory. It is at her underbelly the stripes of tawny configuration grapple in the snow, petalled branches of sienna dappling the fibres of her pelt. Peacock emeralds blaze in the furnace of her mask, riddled with the passion of dealing revenge to her enemies and obscuring the darkness of her soul with kindness she surveys the rotating world from afar, for only a foolish kit would burst into the wriggling mass of war at such a petite size. No larger than an apprentice of ten moons Berryfang's strength is not as evident as it is in others, her stature is slender and sleek and she has learnt to manipulate her build to her advantage over the years.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ➞
Loyal, constant, veracious; raised by an adopted mother and brought strictly into her warrior name Berryfang's unchanging preferences to friendship and clan life hold her rooted in dedication. There is no point in serving if you can be easily swayed from your believes and it is Berryfang's mind that trust should be earned not given; there is little worth in spreading faith sparsely amongst many when few of them deserve it.
Solitary, sedate, attentive; although seclusive Berryfang adores the company of a good companion, devoted to serving the clan she would not abandon them to retreat in silence, rather she would perform her duties before taking a leave to observe from afar. It is not that she deems herself above the others, contrary, she simply does not wish to cloud a pond already so full of fish. It would take not even a heartbeat of hesitation for the faithful friend to plunge into danger if it were asked of her, it need only be asked for her to commute into society.

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ➞
A past means nothing if it does not change the future.
They are words to which the female lives by, her heartache came at youth when greencough swept through the camp, it stole her mother's live and then her brother's, it was sorrow that stilled the beating heart of Mudfoot. The sickness installs a deep and primitive fear into the warrior, the very mention of it drives madness into her eyes and a reluctance to bring herself about the infected. But it did not claim her own life, instead she went on to suckle from another queen and, at her perishing some time later, she learnt to trust only her old mentor; Wrenfeather. With him she developed herself in both body and character, cherishing the world of opportunity and learning of ways in which to repay thanks for all that had been done. The day of her naming ceremony Berryfang vowed to Starclan that would die having served in honour and with selfless obedience to Owlclan. It was a promise made to fulfil the three lives lost to her. To finish the life prematurly ended at the death of her adopted mother. In appreciation of Wrenfeather without whom Berryfang would have lost herself in a pool of misery and loathing for the cats that surround her.


ｋｉｎ ➞
Morningdew - mother - deceased
Mudfoot - father - deceased
Larkkit - brother - deceased

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ｎａｍｅ ➞
Well hello! Meet me, Wrenfeather, previous owner of the titles Wrenkit and Wrenpaw, pleased to meet you muchly. But why should I posses the name I do? Don't try to charm me with your silence, I know my way around curiosity well enough, so by all means ask away. Afraid to say it isn't much of a story to tell, it goes very much along the lines of "I was born, I was named by the bird next eaten by my mother, then I went on to take feather for the endless feathers that mark each scene of my hunts. I tried to warn you.

ａｇｅ ➞
Well now, I guess if we count backward we could find it out one way or another. I must be somewhere near my thirty-third moon. Come now that isn't old! Don't act that way, we cats can live to be ninety-six moons. And i'm as sprightly as anyone here.

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ➞
Are you going to fall around in this darkness? Ha ha ha, i'm a tom-cat.

ｒａｎｋ ➞
Warrior, not sure what else i'd be, and don't you go and try telling me i should be in the elders den you mouse-dung.

ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ ➞
Beige and henna strands of fleece are what i fashion around my bodice. The tawny hairs are soft as feathers so they say! How apt. Perhaps really that is how i took my name and not for the bouquet of feathers that i leave at my crime scenes! I was a mighty figure back in my youth, now i'm just a bag of bones and fur but i still have my muscle, concealed beneath the haunches and the flesh. It would be a mistake to think me useless and gone to age but i will be the first to admit i am, perhaps, losing my touch. A little slower in the hunt, a little clumsy in the fights...

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ➞
Charming, compelling, cheerful; i should say i'm a jolly moggy for sure! Oh there are bad times and we can linger on them, but you'll gain nothing from it and besides, where is the fun and profit in us all being miserable. That's not to say my state is constant or that i can escape from these rivers of despair at all however, as your friend and companion, we all need someone to call upon for merriment and comfort. And if you cannot turn to a friend the next best thing is a Wrenfeather.
motherly, protective, sympathetic; i won't deny myself to be a tom of peculiar habits, maybe i was better suited to be a nursing queen but, there is, of course, the gender difference. Nevertheless i have harboured the love and care that was spent on me for all my years and will give it freely to each clan member, most fondly of all are the kits so tender and young, how one can find amusement beside them!

ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ➞
All those years back when I was a kit myself i had myself three sisters, Robinkit, Beekit and Beetlekit. Now I can't remember any more frivolous creatures that have come along since, bouncy little creatures with starlight in their eyes. How i pity our mother, she must have longed for us to leave the nursery nest. Our mother went by the name Mistspring, she had a pelt that shimmered when it was wet, glossed back and sleek. She died just before Greystar come to think of, a fine age for a cat. My sisters were not so lucky, Beekit, the adorable feline that she was, had impish blood in her. When we were new apprentices' she meant to go and explore but the foolish thing fell in love. It was an adventure that took her to Starclan far too early, broke our hearts to see her pass. Beetlekit had more sense to her than even I, but one day she vanished. Leafbare had come and it brought the biting-cold that masked her scent. We searched for moons but she was never found, heavens knows what came of her. And Robinkit? She took her warrior name beside me and died that dawn when a badger came rambling in. I feel guilt that she should have died, i was meant to have been on lookout with her too, but if i had been i'd be dead too. Well now, that's all there is to say about the family history i reckon. As for the rest of mine, well that's a story we'll have to share privately now.


ｋｉｎ ➞
Mother - Mistspring - deceased
Robinkit, Beekit, Beetlekit - sisters - all deceased
Father - unknown - probably dead.

ｏｔｈｅｒ ➞
A love life? Never too old for one, if that's what you mean.

[MulataMermaid]

{Yay, more members:) Can't wait to start!}

[stricklyspagetti]

--Do I need to make another charachter?--