ιηѕαηιту - warriors rp - open & accepting.

[pompeiious]

@ _FeatherWind_ , accepted c: stonepaw's mentor is riversong, oceanpaw's mentor will be hawkeye.
announcement; just added a poll on when to start!

[Z4XX0N]

;; reserving SeaClan's leader and BoulderClan's medicine cat, if that's okay.

[pompeiious]

@Beguile , of course!}}

[Z4XX0N]

;; Brilliant! I'll put these two forms up, and then put up the Leader's.
Edit; Badgerstar is at the bottom of this post.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
This beautiful she-cat goes by the name of Doetail, her name being a representation of her Medicine Cat status, and the achievement of her said rank. As she has grown, this she-cat was first referred to as Holly during her time as a kittypet, before her name was changed to Doepaw during her time as an apprentice. Upon becoming a warrior (or in her case, the Medicine Cat), Doepaw was given the name Doetail.
ʀᴀɴᴋ
Doetail is the Medicine Cat of BoulderClan.
ᴀɢᴇ
Doetail is a decent age of 27 moons, soon approaching the age of a Senior Warrior.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Doetail is a she-cat, or a female, if you will.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ
In the clan, Doetail does not have any family, due to the fact that she is not clan born. However, to say that she does not have any family would not be true. Doetail does have a rather large family outside of the clan, the first being her mother (Abel) and her father (Rex), whom live with their kittypet masters, and four of their children. These four children are Doetail's littermates, her two sisters being named Darline and Anastacia, and her two brothers being named Joe and Pepper. Her mother and father did have numerous other litters, but their names are unknown. As Doetail does not keep in contact with her family, she does not know whether or not her family members are still alive. She refuses to admit it, but their whereabouts do concern her, to a great extent.
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
Upon the decision that she was to become the Medicine Cat apprentice, Doetail forfeited her chances of having a mate, much to her disappointment. However, in the past, Doetail has had a few flings with other cats (secretly, mind you), but has had to end them, so the pursuit of her role of a Medicine Cat is not compromised. She does not have a crush, but nothing is stopping her from developing one.
ᴋɪᴛs
Like it is forbidden to have a mate, Doetail gave up the chance to start a family of her own. As much as she desires her own, Doetail nullifies this need by spending time with the kits of the Queens in the clan, when they want to go outside and have some time on their own.


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ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
As Doetail has a long and thick pelt, this she-cat isn't very fond of the hot weather, as her fur gets sticky and damp from the heat. She also isn't very fond of loud cats, generally steering clear of those that like to shout, or she asks them to be quiet once they are in her den. Doetail also has a dislike for small and compact spaces, and this can be shown in how rare it is for her to sleep in the Medicine Cat den, or stay in there for long periods of time. Cats that also complain constantly about the state that they're in whilst they are in her care is more than enough to grind this she-cat's gears, and she is more than happy to tell them to be quiet, so she might slip a bit of nightshade into their next meal. A harmless threat, but it always works to keep the patients quiet, or on their best behaviour. Doetail also has a fear of getting too close to a tom-cat, and developing feelings of love towards them.
ʟɪᴋᴇs
To start, Doetail is very fond of flowers. Even though she does use them quite a bit when treating the warriors, this young she-cat does indeed love just picking them up and nestling them somewhere in the Medicine Cat den, to lighten the place up a bit. Despite the fact that she has a fear of falling in love, Doetail does find a decent amount of amusement in flirting with the toms. Sure, it's all in good fun, and it's purely on friendly terms. This she-cat is also very fond of the wet weather, enjoying watching the rain fall, and just going for a swim. And as established earlier, this she-cat does have a love for the younger generation, happy to sit and play with the kits of the clan, as well as being someone for the apprentices to come and talk to if something is wrong.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
There seems to be an element of mystery that surrounds this feline, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. Doetail is a quiet cat, but this is purely of her own choice, finding it far more interesting to leave things unsaid, and see how the other acts. With this, Doetail has a habit of doing and responding to things with the use of her body language, which does indeed work to her advantage. Nonetheless, she is quite the charmer and smooth talker when the time calls, and the Medicine Cat does have a bit of a knack for flirting with the tom-cats of the clan, which is a trait that she inherited from her mother's side. Doetail is good at her job, being quiet intelligent and possessing a good memory. She likes to get things done quickly and efficiently, with as minimal fuss as possible. She is a hard worker, but with this, she can get a little too absorbed in her work, which can be problematic when she has other things she needs to get done. She can get distracted easily when she is not in this state, and can often start rambling to herself about something completely irrelevant at the best of times. Doetail is approachable and a good listener, which works well with her job. She is wise beyond her years, and is more than happy to provide advice to those that ask for it.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Height wise, Doetail is most certainly not a small cat. Doetail does have quite long legs, towering over a lot of her clan mates. However, she is quite lean, and not even her fluffy fur can hide the small muscle and fat coverage on the Medicine Cat's body. Her soft, fluffy fur is a chocolate brown across her head and tips of her ears, which runs down the sides of her face and across the top of her back, to the tip of her tail. The bottom half of her is snow white, and a few scars from when she has gotten herself into a bit of trouble can be seen on her legs. Doetail has large, blue eyes, and a small, light pink nose.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
A work in progress, to suit the role-play.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Meet Ottertooth, his name being the representation of this tom's warrior status and the achievement of the said rank. Over his moons of growing up, Ottertooth was first brought into the world under the name of Otterkit, before being apprenticed under the name of Otterpaw. Upon achieving the rank of warrior, Otterpaw's name was changed to Ottertooth, to honor his rank of Warrior.
ʀᴀɴᴋ
Ottertooth is a loyal warrior of SeaClan, and has absolutely no interest in changing his rank.
ᴀɢᴇ
Ottertooth is 34 moons of age.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Ottertooth is male, otherwise known as being a tom-cat.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ
As far as this tom can remember, his heritage is full of SeaClan warriors. Ottertooth's mother, a lovely orange bengal cat by the name of Honeyfoot, and his father, a tall, but stocky grey bengal cat by the name of Tigereye had two litters of kittens together, Ottertooth being one of the kits from the second litter. From this litter, Ottertooth got two siblings. A brother by the name of Eaglebeak and a sister by the name of Mudnose. His two siblings are still alive and in the clan, his mother and father having retired to become Elders, and one day pass on into the realm of StarClan. From the previous litter, only one of his siblings are still alive, and this would be Ottertooth's older brother, Fawnstep.
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
Ottertooth does not have a mate and has never had one. He never showed an interest in any of the female warriors in the clan during his apprenticeship, though as he has gotten older, he has been seen watching the others intently. However, Ottertooth has not developed any feelings of attraction towards a certain someone as of yet.
ᴋɪᴛs
Ottertooth does not have any offspring, but he does desire to have a family, one day.


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ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Catmint. Contrary to popular belief that cats love it, this tom hates it with a fiery passion, and will avoid it whenever he possibly cat. He isn't a fan of hot and dry weather either, having a preference for the damper and wetter weather. Ottertooth also dislikes overly flirty females, finding their advances rather perplexing and difficult to unravel. But this is because Ottertooth doesn't want to be rejected if he was to display an interest in one of these cats, purely from the fact they had been flirting with him, just for fun. Twoleg kits terrify this tom, mainly because of how loud and smelly they are, and from previous run ins where they would drag him around by his tail. With this, Ottertooth avoids twolegs whenever possible.
ʟɪᴋᴇs
Firstly, Ottertooth's favourite pastime is exploring, especially during the night. It's not uncommon for this cat to wander out whilst everyone else is asleep and do his own thing, or he may just sit on a high tree branch and keep watch over the camp. With this, Ottertooth enjoys hunting, whether it be by himself or others. Swimming is also something Ottertooth enjoys, aside from the fact that he is not extremely skilled in doing so. He does not mind being alone, but he doesn't mind having the company of others, either.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
A laid back and seemingly happy fellow, Ottertooth is a cat that finds it hard to have his mood dampened. But in saying such, it is not unheard that this tom does get angry, or that he gets sad. Ottertooth is sweet and talkative, enjoying the company of others around him, but still enjoying the time that he gets alone. Witty, smart and a real joker, Ottertooth is indeed a pleasure to be around, rather quick to make friends and give others a reason to like him. With his laid back ways, these can sometimes be a little problematic, due to the fact he can act too calm in a situation, which at times, stops others from taking him seriously. Though, this can be changed with a harsh tone and a steely glare, which sometimes, Ottertooth doesn't mind giving to the right cat.
As nice as this tom is, Ottertooth does have a lot of built up anger, that he just doesn't know how to get rid of in a nice way. This makes him prone to anger outbursts at the most ridiculous of times, though he is quick to apologise. Another of his dominant traits is his loyalty, but this too, can also be a bit of a problem. Ottertooth can be a little too loyal. He also holds onto his grudges, and finds it a little difficult to forgive others when they have wronged him. But don't let this scare you off; Ottertooth is stupidly lovely and affectionate, especially to those he is close to. The she-cat that captures his heart will be a very, very lucky one indeed.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
A tall and surly tom, Ottertooth is most certainly masculine in appearance. With broad and muscular shoulders, Ottertooth was specifically designed for battle, and not for stealth. The main colour on this tom's pelt is a silvery-grey, with his underbelly being a soft white. Otterooth's pelt is splotched with black markings, and stripes on the bottom of his legs, and tail. His fur is smooth and soft, his tail being a little bit bushy. One of Ottertooth's favourite features about himself is his bright green eyes. They seemed to be filled with mischief, or something along those lines. Ottertooth doesn't have many dominant scars, aside from the two that are on his left shoulder, from when he fell out of a tree.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Born to the loud-mouthed Tigereye and the flirtatious Honeyfoot, it was predicted that Otterkit's life was going to be a challenge, being raised by two cats who loved to live in the extreme. Many warriors were worried for the kits, and they had every right to be. Tigereye and Honeyfoot were always seen (or heard) bickering, and most had predicted that it would be only a matter of time before the two went their separate ways. But you see, these cats were wrong. Even though they bickered often, the love between Honeyfoot and Tigereye was ridiculously strong, the bickering only making them stronger, and love one another more.
Ottertooth had two siblings, who at the time, were named Eaglekit and Mudkit. The three siblings got along well, and through their apprenticeship, the three would attempt to come back together at the end of the day and share their stories of adventure, mischief and misadventure, laughing and joking all through the night. The three of them were close, and to this day, they still are. Ottertooth was mentored by a quiet, but valiant she-cat by the name of Newtleg, and it was from his mentor that he developed his love for hunting, despite the fact he was built for battle. Both the mentor and apprentice considered hunting practice as a treat, tending to focus on battle moves.
The night that Otterpaw was renamed Ottertooth, both Tigereye and Honeyfoot were killed by a badger. A devastating feat, but one that the three siblings had to live through as best as they could. As they got older, the three began to mature, Eaglebeak finding a mate and settling down, and Mudtail deciding to pursue her path as a loner, though she visits her brothers every now and again. Nothing exciting has happened here on in Ottertooth's life, aside from the occasional natural disaster that's occurred, or the death of a fellow warrior. Ottertooth just lives out his moons, stepping forward one day at a time.

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
This tom goes by the name of Badgerstar, having first being named Badgerkit upon his birth, and then being renamed to Badgerpaw upon his promotion to an apprentice. Badgerpaw then received the name of Badgerclaw upon becoming a warrior, and this name honors his achievement of the said rank. However, when Badgerclaw was promoted to the rank of leader, he was made to change his name to Badgerstar, which is where his name sits now.
ʀᴀɴᴋ
Badgerstar is the leader of SeaClan, though the promotion to this rank is only recent.
ᴀɢᴇ
Badgerstar is 33 moons of age.
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Badgerstar is a tom-cat.

ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ
Badgerstar's heritage is one of mixed clan heritage, though he isn't entirely sure which clans specifically. Badgerstars's mother, Acorntail and Badgerstar's father, Falconwing, had one litter together, before Falconwing was taken to the ranks of StarClan. Badgerstar was one of three kittens in this litter, his mother giving birth to two other kittens, by the name of Maggotkit and Redkit. Unfortunately, Badgerstar's two brothers passed away during the night, though the circumstances are uncertain. Acorntail had another litter with her second mate, having four kits, Bramblekit, Briarkit, Hollykit and Eaglekit (now known as Bramblefur, Briarnose, Hollyheart and Eaglebeak). Both of Badgerstar's brothers, Eaglebeak and Bramblefur, left the clan to pursue their own paths, and Hollyheart joined the ranks of StarClan, thanks to drowning in a river. Briarnose is Badgerstar's only sibling left, but tends to avoid acknowledging their relation.
ᴍᴀᴛᴇ
Badgerstar has never had a mate, though during his apprenticeship, had a bit of a 'fling' with one of the other apprentices, whom he had rather strong feelings for. However, it didn't work out between the two cats, so they went their own separate ways. Badgerclaw hasn't approached the topic of love since.
ᴋɪᴛs
Though Badgerstar isn't too fond of kits, he would be willing to start a family if he got a mate, and his mate desired a family.


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ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs
Badgerstar isn't too fond of hot weather, due to the fact that he does have a long pelt, and the heat can make his fur damp and sticky. He isn't a fan of kits, finding their false sense of security and illogical thought processes rather unattractive, as he has never understood how they can be so happy, knowing that one day, they will grow up and have to live out their lives, knowing that one day they could be mauled to death by a fox, or badger, both of which he dislikes immensely. He also dislikes other cats discussing his family relations, especially regarding Briarnose and himself. He would much prefer to forget that they are related, and act like they are merely fellow warriors, aside from siblings.
ʟɪᴋᴇs
It might be the hormones talking, but Badgerstar likes she-cats. Absolutely lovesthem. Though he's not much of the flirtatious type, Badgerstar tends to prefer working with she-cats, as opposed to working with toms. He especially likes the quiet ones, due to his quiet nature, and tends to just enjoy working in silence, so he can concentrate. Badgerclaw also enjoys going out of the clan camp at night, as he enjoys being alone, and also has a preference for night time. He also has a secret love for flowers.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Badgerstar is fiercely independent, being perfectly suited to working on his own, and accomplishing anything he can put his mind to. He's not exactly a sociable cat, tending to be a listener, and merely observing other cats. In a way, Badgerstar can be very controlling, purely because if he's not in control, he doesn't feel safe. Though, this is merely for himself, as he tends to steer clear of friendship, because that would mean he had something else to control. He's not power-hungry, he just wants to feel comfortable. Badgerstar has a massive fear of failure which he manages to hide extremely well. Should something go wrong or Badgerstar lose something valuable to him, the tom will just use his adapting skills to leave the bad experience behind, and act like nothing happened at all. If a she-cat manages to catch his heart, Badgerstar will love them unconditionally and to a great extent. Due to his over-protective trait, Badgerstar will easily jump in to protect his mate and his clan, and will always ensure they they feel loved and protected.
ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
Badgerstar has a rather simplistic appearance, but despite this, he is quite a decent looking tom. His fur is long and silky, though with this, his fur does have a bit of volume, making his already long but stocky frame make him look bigger than what he actually is. His pelt is a dark, shiny ebony tone, which works for the tom rather well when he is slinking around at night, because he can blend in with the darkness. His eyes are a bright green, and if anything, these would be the giveaway for him if he was trying to stay hidden. Over the years, Badgerstar has accumulated many, many scars, but these are all near impossible to see, thanks to his long fur. The only one that would be somewhat visible if a cat looked hard enough would be five long scratch marks along the left side of his flank, from a badger attack.
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
When this young tom was born, it was planned that he was to be called Ebonykit, with reference to his black fur, which he had acquired from his father's side. But, Falconwing disapproved entirely, and upon days of arguing over a nameless kit, both Falconwing and Acorntail agreed on Badgerkit, planning to name the young tom after his great grandfather, who by sheer luck, was named Badgerclaw, also. Badgerkit was born with two brothers, who were named Maggotkit and Redkit, but these two cats passed away a few days after they were born, though the Medicine Cat was unsure as to why they died. Acorntail was devastated, and made it her goal to raise Badgerkit as well as she could, and to say that she achieved this, could be the truth and a lie in itself, depending on whose perspective you looked through.
I say this because Acorntail was an extremely over-protective mother, refusing to let Badgerkit out of the den unless she was out there too. Badgerkit didn't like this at all, and whenever his mother was asleep, his father would take him out of the den and sneak out of camp to take his son out fishing, so that the two of them could bond. This drove Acorntail mad, and often, she would tell Falconwing off for doing such a thing, but the tom would merely tell his mate to pipe down and keep her mouth shut. The two never really got along after the birth of their kits, and it is safe to say that Acorntail was happy when Falconwing died, because that meant that she had more control over her son, whom had been apprenticed as Badgerpaw.
The first few moons of Badgerpaw's apprenticeship were quite a challenge, as he was assigned to Bearfang, a strong and loyal tom whom after a moon or two after Falconwing's death, became Acorntail's second mate. Bearfang and Badgerpaw never got along, Bearfang using the reason that he was Badgerpaw's step father to demand that the tom work hard, in the hopes that he would achieve a high rank later on, where Badgerpaw would turn around and tell the senior warrior to choke on a piece of fresh kill.
It was during his apprenticeship that Badgerpaw met Honeypaw, a sweet and flirty she-cat that had taken an interest in him as opposed to the other toms of the clan. The two were close friends, and had made plans to become mates when they were old enough, Badgerpaw having summed up the courage to tell his friend that he loved her. Though, the two got older and the excitement from falling in love faded away, the two coming to the point where they rarely spoke to one another. This gave another apprentice, Reedpaw, to swoop in and steal Honeypaw's heart. Badgerpaw was sad when he found out that Honeypaw's interests were elsewhere, but he understood completely, not bothering to try and pursue a romantic relationship with any other apprentice until he was a warrior.
The night before Badgerpaw's warrior ceremony, Acorntail gave birth to her second litter of kits, and Badgerpaw was disgusted. How could his mother betray Falconwing by starting a family with another tom? He didn't speak to his mother after the birth of his half-siblings, and the next day, the tom was named Badgerclaw, for his strong claws, much to his mother's disappointment. She wanted nothing to remember Falconwing's family by, and now her son was a living reminder, with the name of his grandfather.
Life was quiet for a while, Badgerclaw became used to his name and patroling, and Acorntail and her new family went about their business. Though, as her new kits grew, Badgerclaw would keep an eye on them, envious that Acorntail was giving them love and affection, compared to what he had received. He hated to admit it, but Bearfang was a rather good father to his children, and Badgerclaw developed a little bit of respect for his step-father.
At the age of eighteen moons, Badgerclaw was assigned his first apprentice, who was Briarpaw, his half-sister. Badgerclaw was horrified and begged for the leader to change their mind, but he was assured that Briarpaw knew nothing of their relation, and it was hoped that it would stay that way. Briarpaw and Badgerclaw got along rather well, Badgerclaw treating his sister like a daughter, taking her out at night and showing her things, sometimes teaching her some new battle moves. He treated his apprentice extremely well, but it was mainly to get back at Acorntail, the motive being to show her that he could be better than her.
One day, when Briarpaw and Badgerclaw were out training, Badgerclaw was caught completely caught off guard by Briarpaw, who turned around mid-hunt, and said; "Why didn't you say anything about us two being related?"
"I didn't think you would care."
"Of course I would care, it's cool to be mentored by my brother. You're the best brother ever, Badgerclaw."
From there on, Badgerclaw avoided the subject of their relation completely, tending to tell Briarpaw to forget about it when she asked about Acorntail, and Badgerclaw's father. The two drifted apart, Briarpaw feeling guilty for bringing it up.
After Briarpaw became Briarnose, Badgerclaw avoided his sister completely, not telling her why, or even bothering to explain himself. These days, he doesn't acknowledge their relation, merely acting like she was just his apprentice, and no more.
Moons have passed since then, and Badgerclaw managed to climb through the ranks, and eventually earn the name of Badgerstar.

[pompeiious]

accepted! i'll add the introduction post once i add your cats c: first post yet to come! open for role playing! c:}}

introduction;

the twoclans are beginning to get used to their new homes. It's been about two moons and territories have been fully marked and established. The first Gathering is still yet to come. It is currently drizzling out, a storm has just passed. The light rain probably going to die out soon enough. Prey may be appearing around hunting grounds, but it is too soggy to scent anything. It is a time for clan bonding and getting to know each other. It is up to the clan leaders and deputies if dawn patrol is canceled.

|weather; light rain | pages until one moon passes; 10 | pages until gathering; poll | pages until medicine cats go to moon pond ; poll |

[feather']

@ _FeatherWind_ , accepted c: stonepaw's mentor is riversong, oceanpaw's mentor will be hawkeye.
announcement; just added a poll on when to start!

[- Awesome thank you very much! c:
And sorry to bother you, but on the front page you accidentally put Stonepaw in boulderclan, and Oceanpaw in Seaclan.
Can't wait to begin role playing!

- Feather

[pompeiious]

@ _FeatherWind_ , sorry 'bout that cx, imma go change that. by the way, the role play has started! i'm typing my post as you ready this d:

[feather']

[- It's fine, and thanks.
And I didn't realize! I'll start typing my post as soon as possible.

[howl']

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birdtail ♕ female ♕ 27 moons ♕ single ♕ with; no one ♕ doing; waking up

the tortoiseshell she-cat opened her eyes at the sound of the seawater lapping at the clans rocky camp. she laid on her side, stretching out her black limbs and her flicking her tail as she yawned. the moist moss beneath her started to cling to her pelt and she grumbled lightly, rising to her paws and looking around the dim lighted dug out the warriors called home. she let out a soft sigh before rising up and heading towards the mouth of the cave. her bright yellow eyes catching sight of the narrow entrance that lead to the leaders den. she sat in the entrance, protected by the two boulders that made it, watching the rain beat down on the rocky/sandy beach. the tide brought with it a light breeze that whistled past the entrance, causing her to squint her eyes to prevent them from drying out. she turned behind her to see if any other cat might have stirred, but there was nothing. another yawn escaped her maw and she decided to step out into the light drizzle that engulfed the island. though she hesitated, staying in the entrance of the den. looking at the leaders den, waiting for him to emerge.
she didn't understand why she would wait for her leader to emerge, she just felt it was right that he was the first to awake. softly she poked her head out from in between the rocks to see if any cat was wandering around. though there was no one. she felt a bit of an emptiness inside of her for a moment. almost as if she were completely alone, only she wasn't. she knew there were other cats here at camp, just not awake. finally she decided to turn back into the warrior den and gather her own moss. softly she padded to where her moss lay empty and grabbed it with her maw, pulling it closer towards the entrance. once at the entrance she continued to pull it out into the drizzle, before leaving it there and retreating back to the maw of the den. looking around the camp to see if anyone had awoken yet.

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shiver ♕ male ♕ 6 moons ♕ single ♕ with; no one ♕ doing; trying to find safety

the young toms mom had just recently disappeared. he stayed where he last was, at the tree he had retreated to after the fox had chased them. his light grey pelt was damp and he shivered from the cool air around him. he closed his eyes softly, he had given up on calling out to her two days ago. now he was slowly accepting his young fate. he had no idea what else he would do, he didn't know the area, he was afraid. his body trembled as he took shelter beneath the tree. it was the only thing he had even close to a shelter from the freezing fall rain. the leaves beneath him were damp as well, he could feel his head pounding against his skull as he lay there. for a moment he seemed dead, though the soft rumble of far away thunder caused him to shoot open his eyes and look around in fear.

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[smart cat]

ι¢єƒєαтнєя
gєη∂єя;; male
яαηк;; warrior
αgє;; 28 moons
¢ℓαη;; SeaClan
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ƒυя ¢σℓσя;; brown tabby with white patches
єує ¢σℓσя;; a deep hazel
ƒυя ℓєηgтн;; medium during summer;
long during winter
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α∂ναηтαgєѕ;; He's skinny and very good at
locating things. Icefeather is one of the
best hunters/climbers and it's hard to get
by him without him noticing. He is also a
good thinker and quick on his paws.
∂ιѕα∂ναηтαgєѕ;; His skinny body makes him a
weak opponent when fighting. He's not easily
scared, but he is easily damaged so often he just
runs around opponents making them
annoyed and dizzy.
qυιякѕ;; often is in his own little world

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ρєяѕσηαℓιту;; Icefeather is a bit of a strange cat. He is very nice and not shy at all; he's not too outgoing, either. He just stays quiet to be polite, and is happy to bring up chit-chat. Icefeather loves to talk to his clan mates, especially about calm happy subjects that puts his mind at ease. When he isn't talking, he's in his own head, thinking about anything. Sometimes he just drifts off without even noticing. Not exactly a good thing when trying to hunt! Someday's, if he's told to do something, he'll accidentally end up in a tree enjoying the view. This gets him into trouble a bit, but he tries his best to stay on topic. Other things that happen when Icefeather is day-dreaming is that he will often not hear you the first time. Don't get me wrong, Icefeather's senses are very good for a cat, but his imagination is so strong it seems to push everything away. Many clan members will get annoyed by this, but some of the elders just think that it's funny.
нιѕтσяу;; Icefeather's history isn't the most fascinating thing in the world. He was born in-clan as were many other cats. His mother was very young for a queen, so she could only handle one kit. Her other kit, a she-cat, ended up dying. Though Icefeather is sad about his sister he never met, he's glad he was blessed by StarClan to live. The medicine cat had to do a lot to keep Icefeather alive. He was a very weak kit and is still weak today. Though he eats normally, Icefeather is very skinny for his age. Because he was a weak kit, Icefeather stayed in the nursery until he was 7 moons! It was the longest moon of his life to watch cats 6 moons become apprentices. When he did become an apprentice, Icepaw at the time, he got teased a lot for being late becoming an apprentice. Almost all the warriors thought he would become a medicine cat. But Icepaw hated herbs, even if they saved his life as a kit when growing up, Icepaw hated the smell of herbs, the taste, the look, the feel, everything. One time during his apprenticeship, the medicine cat even asked him if he wanted to give up on being a warrior! No cat in the clan believed a skinny, weak cat like Icepaw would ever be a warrior, and because of that he trained harder than any cat. He already knew he wouldn't be a strong fighter, no matter how much he trained, so he tried his best at being a hunter. At first it was hard for his skinny legs to keep up with what his mind were telling them to do. Icepaw would trip over his own paws when chasing down prey, he didn't even dare to try climbing. But when he became around 10 moons, his legs would finally listen. He could catch a bird on the ground with ease. Even if a squirrel had ears the size of itself, it still wouldn't be able to hear Icepaw. That's when he started practicing climbing. Icepaw would go out of his way to train on climbing and hunting. By 11 moons, he could climb a tree easily, and he did, all the time. He would look across the sky from his tree-high view, and love it. That's when he started day-dreaming, a lot, and I mean, a lot. It would annoy his mentor, but Icepaw's mentor was still impressed with Icepaw's hunting and climbing skills. No longer did cats doubt he would be a warrior. Of course, non of they believed he would be a good fighter. Whenever the time of a fight came along, Icepaw would usually help the medicine cat with grabbing injured cats and helping heal (even though he hated chewing up the herbs for the wounds). When Icepaw finally became Icefeather, he was so happy. His name suffix, feather, was because he was like a bird when it came to climbing. He was a great warrior, though his day-dreaming did cause trouble. For example, one day when Icefeather was sent to go hunting, and he ending up off of the border! He hadn't even notice until one of his clan mates found him. Icefeather was pretty embarrassed by that, and to make up for it, he hunted the whole day the next day. (You should have seen that fresh-kill pile!!) That easily got him off the hook but it also reminded him he has to try and control his head and not let it take him everywhere.
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σтнєя;; hope it's ok I only made one kitty