Name: "My name is Shadepelt. Nice to meet you!"
Warrior name: "I have already became a warrior, so my warrior name is also Shadepelt,"
Age: "I am currently 17 moons old."
Gender:"I'm a tom."
Rank: "I am currently a warrior."
Wanted rank: "Well, I would enjoy being deputy, but I wont kill anyone for it,"
Personality: Shadepelt is a kind and caring cat. He's humorous, but still a skilled hunter.
Fur colour: "My fur is black, but I have a white chest,"
Eye colour: "I have emerald eyes."
Scars: "I have a small nick in my left ear, my right paw is twisted from a monster, and I have a long scar running down my left shoulder."
History: "Berryfur and Dawnpelt had Riverkit, Snowkit, and me, Shadekit. Riverkit was blind and he didn't feed, so he died only at 3 moons. I miss Riverkit a lot. When I was 5 moons old, my mother, Dawnpelt, was killed by a badger attack. I was heartbroken from the loss of my brother and my mother. I really wish Dawnpelt had seen me be made an apprentice. Blossomtail adopted me, and I really liked her. Sadly, it was only for 1 moon. My mentor was Snakeheart, and despite his name, he was a wonderful mentor. We and Snowpaw would train together often. One time, my father, Snowpaw and I went out to go on patrol along the Shadowclan border. Berryfur was killed, and that hurt the most. Now none of my kin, besides Snowpaw, would see me become a warrior. About 3 moons after Berryfur died, I was made a warrior. I was named Shadepelt, and my sister was named Snowheart. Once when I was hunting, I saw a rouge on our territory. He fought me, hard. The rouge tossed me onto the thunderpath. Suddenly, a monster roared ahead. It ran over my right paw, but thankfully, nothing more. Snowheart found me and took me back to camp. The medicine cat announced that it wasn't broken, but was twisted badly. I was still a warrior, but had to stay with the medicine cat for one moon. Ever since then, my paw was twisted, but I can still hunt. Great Starclan, that's long!"
Crush: "Well, I-uh, guess I have a little crush on Silvercloud..."
Mate: "None"
Kits: "I would love to have kits of my own, but I don't have any yet."
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Name: "My name is Snowheart,"
Warrior name:"What I just told you, mousebrain."
Age:"I am 17 moons old."
Gender:"Are you blind? I'm obviously a she-cat. You can tell by hearing my name!"
Rank: "Warrior"
Wanted rank:"I want to die as a warrior, nothing higher, nothing lower."
Personality:Snowheart can be a sweet and gentle cat once you get to know her. She can be cranky sometimes and can also be very shy.
Fur colour:"I have a fluffy white pelt,"
Eye colour:"I have blue eyes."
Scars:"Surprisingly, I have only one. Its a small nick in my right ear from a fox."
History:"Berryfur and Dawnpelt had Riverkit, Shadekit, and me, Snowkit. Riverkit was blind and he didn't feed, so he died only at 3 moons. I miss Riverkit a lot. When I was 5 moons old, my mother, Dawnpelt, was killed by a badger attack. I was heartbroken from the loss of my brother and my mother. I really wish Dawnpelt had seen me be made an apprentice. Blossomtail adopted me, and I really liked her. Sadly, it was only for 1 moon. My mentor was Fuzzytail, and he was a wonderful mentor. We and Shadepaw would train together often. One time, my father, Shadepaw and I went out to go on patrol along the Shadowclan border. Berryfur was killed, and that hurt the most. Now none of my kin, besides Shadepaw, would see me become a warrior. About 3 moons after Berryfur died, I was made a warrior. I was named Snowheart, and my brother was named Shadepelt. I still remember finding Shadepelt and taking back to camp. I thought that he would've died, and that I was the last of my kin alive. The medicine cat announced that wasn't dead, but his paw was twisted badly. I was worried when he got greencough with the broken paw. Thankfully, he lived. When Shadepelt's paw healed and he could become a normal warrior, I went on a patrol with him. We split up to hunt, and I accidently stumbled into a fox den. There was a fox, obviously, and of course I had to fight it. It gave me a small nick on the ear and a couple scratches, but nothing too serious. I managed to chase it off and return to camp safely."
Crush: "I don't really 'like' anyone yet,"
Mate: "Nobody yet,"
Kits: "I have no kits,"
