ｃａｐｔａｉｎ'ｓ ｌｏｇ - ᶜᵃᵖᵗᵃᶤᶰ ᵍʳᵉᵉᶰˡᵉᵃᶠ'ˢ ˢᵗᵒʳᵃᵍᵉ - dnp

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warrior name: Robinleaf
age: eight moons
Clan: StormClan
power: earth
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Meet Robinpaw, an apprentice of StormClan.

Robinpaw was born in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare, and is the only survivor of a litter of three. Due to her early birth, she will most likely always be small-framed and lithe, a form which compliments her bright green eyes. She has a curious pelt, with the main color being predominantly a light brown with overlaying black tabby stripes and a splash of creamy fur on her chest, but her overall fur had a reddish tinge to it. Due to this, many cats debated as to what power the young cat would grow up to, and she surprised quite a few Clanmates when she began discovering her element; the earth.
That isn't the only trait that had puzzled her Clanmates before. From the moment Robinpaw discovered her power, she had always demonstrated an exceptional ability to grow plants. She amused herself by growing basic plants in the ground, from moss to small clovers to blades of grass. As she advanced further into her apprenticeship, she enjoyed enhancing already-living plants, like encouraging small herbs to continue growing, even if they were out of season. She had always seemed to have a very intimate connection with the plant life around her, as well. Of course, her current skills are still fundamental, but it is odd that she specializes so much in growing and nurturing plants while she struggles in other aspects that cats with her power should have, such as being able to levitate rocks.

"Reserved, a trifle shy, yet feisty when provoked" will probably be a very suitable description befitting this young apprentice. Indeed, Robinpaw is a bit of an introvert when it comes to socializing, but she is still a very friendly she-cat who adores having fun and enjoys the company of others - provided that they come in small groups, of course.

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[size=90]Meet [b]Ravenpaw[/b], an apprentice of ____Clan.[/size]

[size=85]At first glance, Ravenpaw looks like a completely normal tomcat; but his history is far from normal. His parents did not have Clan blood of any sort; his father, Patches, was a pampered kittypet and his mother, Fern, was a secluded loner. They ran into each other by his father's fence one day, and the two of them were almost instantaneously infatuated with each other. They courted for nearly a moon till Patches finally decided to leave the housecat life and join his mother in the wild; soon enough, the proud mates ended up with two kits; one a small black-and-white tom, and the other a tabby gray she-kit. They soon found a comfortable home to suit their little family.
It all changed one dreadful day. Fern was nursing her still-very young kittens, with Patches hunting nearby. Dreadful howling unexpectedly pierced the air, sending Fern to her paws in an instant. It was already too late once Fern raced outside of the shed; Patches' torn body was already being ripped to shreds by three huge hounds. Fern could only grab her two wailing kits and flee.
At dusk, the dogs caught up with them. In a desperate, last-ditch effort, Fern threw her kits into the air away from her as the dogs attacked. Once the queen was dead, the now-shrieking gray tabby she-kit was easily found and taken away. It was by sheer luck that the black-and-white tomkit had been knocked unconscious and was utterly concealed inside a patch of grass, hidden from view, and only after the dogs had trampled over him and ran away did the young kitten wake up. He was found by a border patrol, crying from pain and hunger. The dog tracks and blood were grim clues as to what had happened to him, and the Clan took the kitten in and gave him the new name of Ravenkit. To this day, Ravenpaw still doesn't know his true name, the one bestowed upon him by his original parents.

What is life in the Clan like to Ravenpaw? For as long as he can remember, he has always had ambitious dreams. As a kit, he would longingly stare up at the leader's den, vowing that one day he would become the deputy of the Clan. But others - mainly his fellow Clanmates his own age - laughed at his thoughts of power, hardly believing that a 'half-trained son-of-a-kittypet' could ever achieve such a high rank, while the older warriors lingered behind, staring down at him with pitiful or disappointed looks. Vicious taunting and wary glances always seemed to pummel him from all sides, and he soon went from an enthusiastic kitten to a nervous, unconfident apprentice, unsure if he would ever live up to his Clan's standards. The bullying subsided shortly after he was promoted, but Ravenpaw still eventually grew a stone-hard resolve; he would become deputy of the Clan one day and prove everyone wrong.

Ravenpaw isn't one to trust others quickly; while he doesn't mind idle chatter with his fellow apprentices, he will keep his words short and wary unless whoever he's talking to is a trusted companion. Besides from being a bit of an introvert, the apprentice is known to be observational, sharp-witted, and calculating; he believes that logic and judgement are more important than impracticality and mercy. As for physical skills, he is almost uncannily agile, and is able to scale the thinnest branches of trees to balancing on the most precarious rock ledges; but he is awful at hunting and tracking, finding it especially difficult to identify one scent from another. He finds fighting easier due to his speed and nimbleness.

There is one more little-known fact about Ravenpaw, and it is that he has an unexpected soft spot for kittens. Because of his grim past and the harassment he went through, the apprentice has made it a point to ensure that every kit he meets gets the proper love it deserves. If one is sneaky enough, they may be able to find him wrestling playfully with the young ones in the nursery.[/size][/center]

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name: Nightpaw
warrior name: Nighttail
age: nine moons
gender: tom
Clan: FallClan
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eye color: amber
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Meet Nightpaw, an apprentice of FallClan.

At first glance, Nightpaw looks like a completely normal tomcat; but his history is far from normal. His parents did not have Clan blood of any sort; his father was a kittypet and his mother a loner, but despite their differences they were infatuated with each other after they met, and soon they ran off into the wild together and had kits. They soon found a comfortable home to suit their little family - but it all changed shortly after. The father started to experience strange symptoms after he was bitten by a very strange baby fox that had run off shortly after attacking him. The illness started out with what seemed like a normal fever, but soon descended into a completely drastic... something else. Nonsense words would spill from his mouth, and soon he collapsed into a heap of froth-matted fur, only to rise again hours later with crazed eyes and a terrible stench. Fearing the worst, the queen fled her maddened mate in a chase that stretched out to a full day and night, before she finally threw her kits away from her in a last ditch attempt to save them as the once-loving father tore her to shreds.
Both kittens were found by the Clan some time later. One of them had died from shock and hunger, but the surviving one, a young tom, was padding bewilderedly around his dead sister. He was taken in by the Clan and renamed Nightkit for his black-and-white pelt. To this day, Nightpaw still doesn't remember his true name, the one bestowed upon him by his original parents.

Life wasn't completely normal for Nightpaw after he joined the Clan; there was no shortage of wary or skeptical glances that were cast his way once he was taken in. But the 'paw had been ambitious ever since the beginning, and dreams of grandeur and of becoming the Clan deputy one day always graced his thoughts while he threw himself into his training, determined on proving to his Clan that he truly did have the ability to become a great warrior. His dreams of becoming the deputy, however, were shattered after the outbreak of illness truly started, and the young tom had no choice but to flee with the rest of his Clan in a futile attempt to find salvation.

Nightpaw isn't one to trust others quickly; while he doesn't mind idle chatter with his fellow apprentices, he will keep his words short and wary unless whoever he's talking to is a trusted companion. Besides from being a bit of an introvert, the apprentice is known to be observational, sharp-witted, and calculating; he believes that logic and judgement are more important than impracticality and mercy.

As for physical skills, he is almost uncannily agile, and is able to scale the thinnest branches of trees and balance on the most precarious rock ledges; but he is awful at hunting and tracking, finding it especially difficult to identify one scent from another. He finds fighting easier due to his speed and nimbleness.

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"He was as tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a
great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality
of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes
over rock and through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship."

An Elf of the Woodland Realm, Legolas Greenleaf may come off as quiet at first glance,
but once one gets to know him, he proves himself to be merry and very friendly. Eternally
optimistic, he always does his best to look at the bright side of things, and might even come off
as naïve due to him being considered fairly young in the world of elves.

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Ah, sweet, young Fogpaw, the ever-cheerful and bright-eyed apprentice. This she-cat was found mysteriously upon
the border of FrostClan's territory, crying in hunger. Despite having smelled strongly of milk, the Clan never found
the mother and therefore took her in as their own, naming her Fogkit after her dusky-gray pelt. As the kitten had
never known her true parents, she grew up unburdened by the loss of them, and was eventually apprenticed.

Cheerful, kind, and friendly with everybody, Fogpaw is known as a very committed apprentice, bouncing awake at
the crack of dawn to go pester her mentor to start the day's training early. She is also very social, and enjoys
chatting with her fellow apprentices whenever she has the chance. Fogpaw does has one fatal flaw, however, and it
is that she trusts others far too easily, and is therefore extremely gullible and sometimes even naïve; she often can't
fathom why anybody would want to do 'bad things' to other cats.

As for her skills, Fogpaw is fairly average at hunting and tracking, and though she enjoys climbing she isn't particularly
excellent at it. She is terrible at battling, however, and finds it hard to adjust to some of the more complex moves. As
she isn't outstanding at anything in particular, she will earn the standard suffix -pelt when she becomes a warrior.

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age: nine moons ☁ gender: she-cat
Clan: FrostClan ☁ crush: TBD
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Born to the gentle queen Ravenflower who died in kitting, this tom was the only survivor of his litter, his two sisters having been stillborn. Because of this, he was raised beneath the watchful ministrations of the other queens at that time. He had always been a bit of the odd one out; while many of his fellow kittens enjoyed frolicking in the sun, Shadekit would be creeping along in the shadows, pretending to stalk invisible enemies. He mastered the battle crouch before he even left the nursery, and his uncommonly good battle skills only improved once he was appointed apprentice and became Shadepaw. To this day, he is still praised at being a fighting prodigy, being able to master battle moves after only one or two tries, and he excels particularly at ambushing; but despite his battling ability, he is only average in other skills, such as hunting and swimming.

Whilst many expect those who are good at fighting to be fiercer and more rash than the average cat, Shadepaw is the contrary; he is a very relaxed and friendly tom who doesn't panic easily under stressful situations. This patience of his, however, can prove to be trifle annoying when one is trying to get his attention on an important matter, as he won't seem to be in much of a hurry to act. However, do not assume that this tom is lazy due to his more easygoing traits; he is vastly committed to his training in becoming a warrior. He is also highly ambitious and aspires to be deputy one day.


name: Shadepawxxwarrior name: Shadeclawxxage: twelve moonsxxClan: WaterClan

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This young to-be was born in the midst of frozen-water to Flower That Blooms in Meadow; the uncommonly large litter had started out with four kits in total, but after some incredible misfortune, three of the kits perished within their first moon. Flower went a bit strange in the head after they died and despite the Tribe's best efforts in consoling her, she wandered out into the snow one night, calling their names, and never returned. After that incident, Shadow of Waning Moon was raised by the other kit-mothers in the nursery till he reached the age of becoming a to-be.

Shadow may be more reserved than most cats, but he is incredibly observant; he is very quick at noticing small and subtle changes in his surroundings, and because of this he was appointed a to-be prey hunter, a position he works tirelessly towards. Once one gets to know him well, Shadow is in fact quite friendly, and is amiable towards the rest of his fellow to-bes. He is also surprisingly fond of kits, and if he is not on a patrol one might find him in the nursery, wrestling with the kits.
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This tom was born in the middle of an extremely harsh winter, and was the only survivor of the litter of threesome; his sister and brother were stillborn, and his mother Goldenpelt had died in only a few days thanks to the shock and blood loss of kitting. The only living kitten was named Rushkit due to his golden-brown tabby fur, and because of the disaster of the kitting, the tomkit was raised by the other queens in the nursery. Rushkit grew quickly and developed a lithe build and long legs, and was the fastest kit in the nursery till he was apprenticed.

Now at seven moons old, young Rushpaw proves himself a tireless apprentice, bouncing awake at the crack of dawn to go and pester his mentor. Despite this, one must remember that he is still tender of age and inexperienced in the ways of the world, which can make him come off as overly innocent and naïve. He can also be very impatient and gets fired up quickly once one prods at his ire; this may lead to him snapping at others, though he'll often regret his harsh words in the end. Still, this tom is outgoing, friendly, and does his best to be kind to others, and what he lacks in skill, he makes up with effort.

As for skills, Rushpaw is average at stalking and tracking, and utterly terrible at fighting; aside from simply not having the brute strength of a fighter, the apprentice tends to panic under pressure which can lead to disastrous consequences. However, he is decent at hunting and isn't a bad climber, either, and is amazingly fast; he doesn't get winded even after long treks, making him not only a swift runner but a strong one, too.

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Born to the beautiful Cloudface who died in kitting, this apprentice was one of the two kits in his litter. His sister, Laurelkit, had been weak and runty from the start, and passed away from a cough before she reached her first moon, and therefore Swankit, the survivor, was raised by another queen in the nursery. It became apparent that Swankit was deaf after he wasn't responding to other cats' calls, and therefore the kitten was taught the sign language of the Clan as soon as he was old enough; he now uses this sign language as his main means of communication.The moons flew by and he was soon known as Swanpaw, the new apprentice.

Now at twelve moons old, Swanpaw proves himself to be both intelligent and inquisitive, with a thirst for knowledge; he is eager to learn everything he can in order to become the best warrior possible. The tom is very subtle to change and can sense the slightest shifts in the atmosphere around him, and due to this he can read other cats' emotions very easily by simply looking at their faces. He can tell when others are lying to him, and therefore wears his heart on his sleeve, so to say, and is not afraid of voicing his opinions. However, like every cat Swanpaw does have his flaws; he is rather impatient and can be brash at times, and his fierce temper is not one to be trifled with when he's driven to the end of his 'rope'.
Not many cats know of Swanpaw's self-esteem issues, for this is the one secret the white tom keeps quiet. He is privately afraid that he will one day end up useless to his Clan because of his deafness, and this hidden fear is one of the main motivations that drive him forward in his training.

Swanpaw does his best not to let his disability hamper him, otherwise. Due to his deafness, his other senses are sharper than ever, especially his sense of smell; he will be named Swannose when he becomes a warrior due to this tracking ability. He is quite terrible at fighting, however; aside from having a constant feeling of being overwhelmed in battle, he also, evidently, cannot hear warnings nor cats sneaking up behind him. Swanpaw isn't particularly agile due to his large size, either, but his hunting is fairly good, though it won't be enough to earn him a suffix as a warrior.