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[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 10, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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✿ B A S I C S

name ▹ Otterheart
gender ▹ she-cat
age ▹ 33 moons
rank ▹ medicine cat

✿ R E L A T I O N S H I P S

mentor ▹ Shortwhisker
kin ▹ Beartooth (father), Gentlefern (mother),
- - - -Beetlewatcher (brother)
mate ▹ forbidden
crush ▹ none

✿ A P P E A R A N C E

build ▹ average, slender build
fur ▹ short-haired, brown tabby
eyes ▹ light amber
whiskers ▹ slightly longer than average

✿ P E R S O N A L I T Y

qualities ▹ curious, playful |
- - - - - - - -likes to fool around, forgetful
strengths ▹ making others laugh, finding herbs
weaknesses ▹ remembering remedies,
- - - - - - - - - -connecting with StarClan
likes ▹ playing with kits, going for long walks
dislikes ▹ cleaning out the medicine den,
- - - - - - -grumpy elders
habits ▹ twitching her whiskers in amusement
fear ▹ falling in love
secret ▹ StarClan rarely speaks with her

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As a kit, Otterheart thought she had only one thing in common with her brother: curiosity. Time passed and, as it turns out, she was very right. The complete opposite from Beetlewatcher, this she-cat is playful and loves to fool around. Nevertheless, she takes her duties as a medicine cat as seriously as she can, though she often forgets remedies and makes fun of the grumpy elders that come to her for help. Cleaning out the medicine storage also happens to be the bane of her existence. It was things like this that made Shortwhisker wonder why he had ever picked Otterheart to be his apprentice; after about two moons, it became apparent that Beetlewatcher would have made a much better one in this profession. He put up with all of her antics as best as he could and, at the time of his death during the bout of greencough that swept through the Clan, Otterheart swore she could not have wished for a better, wiser mentor. Taking over the duties of a full medicine cat at the age of 20 moons, she soon found that talking to StarClan was quite difficult for her; even a visit to the Moon Falls (at previous camp) or Cliffs rarely resulted in any contact. This she keeps a secret from the Clan, including her brother, Beetlewatcher. Despite this terrible secret, the medicine cat remains up-beat, hiding this secret well with her playful manner. Her personality attracts certain toms, but they know she is forbidden from mating; one of her worst fears remains the idea of falling in love, as she feels she has done enough wrong in the eyes of StarClan if they refuse to communicate with her. She cannot risk causing more trouble.

✿ the playful medicine cat ✿

Sample post:

Otterheart - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [medicine cat] [she-cat] [33] [no crush]
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It wasn't often that Otterheart got a chance to go out by herself or, rather, sneak out without anyone noticing her. So, when the evening patrols left and most of the warriors were out training with their apprentices or hunting, she took that chance and slipped away as quietly as she could. The sun was sinking lower towards the horizon as she padded through the canyon, the walls narrowing into a little passage that she had to squeeze through before opening up again into a chamber of sorts. It was here that she found a little mouse nibbling on some grass growing near the canyon wall and she crouched down, copying what she had seen the kits and apprentices doing in the camp. With a great leap, she launched herself forward, only to land a hairlength short of the mouse, startling it and causing it to run away.

Fox dung! She sat down, curling her tail over her paws and twitched her whiskers in agitation. If only Sparrowstar had picked her to be the warrior apprentice and made her brother, Beetlewatcher, the medicine cat apprentice, that embarrassing scene would have never happened! Otterheart huffed in denial, the sight of the mouse scurrying away replaying in her mind's eye. Flicking her tail dismissively at the thoughts, she got up, padding further away from the camp. Her stomach growled and she hissed in annoyance.

The next part of the canyon opened up even wider and the stream that flowed through the canyon swelled. The heat of the setting sun was beginning to get to the brown tabby she-cat and she crouched by the water's edge, lapping up the coolness with a soft pink tongue. Catching a fever in the greenleaf heat would not be beneficial to anyone, especially since she was the medicine cat of RockClan. She sighed, thinking about her old mentor, Shortwhisker, and how great he had been at his art. If he were alive, he would have invented his own medicines for this climate by now but, sadly, she had not learnt that talent in her time as an apprentice. All she could really do was gather herbs and hope that she remembered what remedies to use for different illnesses.

A scent suddenly invaded her nostrils and she turned her head to see a couple of bushes near the water. Upon further inspection, she noticed tiny blue berries on them and she sniffed at them to confirm that they were indeed juniper berries. Wherever there was water in the canyon there were sure to be bushes or shrubs of some sort in the otherwise rock-filled waste. I have enough juniper in the medicine den, don't I? Otterheart thought to herself. She grabbed a small branch of them anyway, turning back in the direction of camp; it would serve as her excuse for leaving camp alone if anyone asked.

She was a couple foxlengths away from camp, the fallen tree within sight, when she smelled the infection. Wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell, she picked up her pace and approached the throng of cats. The brother and deputy, Beetlewatcher, was crouched over a body that lay on the ground and at first Otterheart's eyes were focussed on the swelling in the cat's leg. Her heart stopped as she realized she didn't remember how to treat infections. Then, her eyes travelled up the body to Sparrowstar's lifeless eyes and the branch of juniper dropped to the ground as the shock hit her.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 12, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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name ▸ Brightkit
future name ▸ Brightpaw
- - - - - - - - - -Brightface
gender ▸ tom
age ▸ newly born
rank ▸ kit

build ▸ small, scrawny
fur ▸ ginger and white, short
eyes ▸ light green-amber
other ▸ has long whiskers
- - - - - -charming smile

mother ▸ Craneflight
father ▸ Ravenmask
brother ▸ Crowkit
sisters ▸ Erminekit
- - - - - -Spottedkit
crush ▸ ALL the she-cats!

traits ▸ energetic
- - - - - -curious
- - - - - -flirty
- - - - - -stubborn
likes ▸ sleeping in
- - - - -chasing butterflies
- - - - -cute she-cats
dislikes ▸ bossy cats
- - - - - - -thunder
- - - - - - -owls

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 13, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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name ▸ Skykit
future name ▸ Skypaw
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gender ▸ she-cat
age ▸ 4 moons
rank ▸ kit




build ▸ little, slender
fur ▸ short, light tabby
eyes ▸ light blue-green
other ▸ none

mother ▸ Cloudfur
father ▸ ?
siblings ▸ Brownkit
- - - - - -Darkkit
crush ▸ what do you mean?


traits ▸ observant
- - - - - -hard-working
- - - - - -sharp-tongued
- - - - - -blunt
likes ▸ hunting leaves (or tails)
- - - - -rain
- - - - -green-leaf
dislikes ▸ being fussed over
- - - - - - -bears
- - - - - - -failure

I may be
small,
but I'm not
helpless

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SKYKIT
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▸ gender tom | ▸ age 4 moons | ▸ rank kit | ▸ tagged Cloudfur, Craneflight, Nightcloud, Ravenmask, Shiningpelt

Little Skykit was startled awake by her mother, Cloudfur, pulling her tail closer around her. The soft fur of her appendage enclosed around the kit and her two siblings and Skykit growled, annoyed that her mother still kept such a tight hold on her three kits. Her blue-green eyes focussed on the figure that had entered the den to see it was Shiningpelt. He came in often to see his mate, Nightcloud.

Next, the kit turned her satellites to Craneflight, who was heavy with kits. Her mate, Ravenmask, was there too. Skykit wrinkled her nose at the thought of having someone doting on her all the time. Being around her mother was bad enough - but around a tom? Inconceivable... She wriggled out from under her mother's tail and bounded over to the den entrance, observing the proceedings outside. How she longed to be free of the nursery, running and hunting and fighting! She couldn't wait to be an apprentice.

Skykit also couldn't wait for her new den mates - both Nightcloud and Craneflight were heavily pregnant with kits and they were probably due any day now. Twirling on her paws, she trotted over to the centre of the den and fixed her eyes on the two queens. "Will it be long before there are more kits?" she asked hopefully.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 14, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

face claim: ???



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THE BASICS
name Clayton Jones
nickname Clay
gender male
sexual orientation straight
age 20
birthday April 20th
nationality Canadian

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THE LOOKS
height 6'0"
build muscled, fit
eyes light blue
hair brown, usually styled
other some stubble, a charming smile,

tattoo on upper arm

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THE PERSONALITY
qualities flirty, sarcastic |
- - - -proud, doesn't take things seriously
quirks winking at pretty girls,
- - - -rubbing his chin
likes partying, girls,
- - - -singing, acting
dislikes clowns, being rejected

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RANDOM FACTS
clothing choice jeans, v-necks,
- - - - - - -hoodies, converse
fav. colour blue
fav. thing "the chase"
sucks at dancing (but does it anyway)
aspirations actor or singer
past relationships lost count

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[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 15, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

▌ build: slim, slightly bigger than average
▌ fur: pure white, short-haired
▌ eyes: yellow
▌ whiskers: average length

▌ qualities: hot-headed, strong,
- - - - -independent, harsh
▌ strengths: fighting, mentoring
▌ weaknesses: hunting, supporting others
▌ likes: fighting, smell of blood
▌ dislikes: being bossed around, cowards
▌ habits: glaring at everyone
▌ power: air

▌ name: Palethorn
▌ past name(s): Palekit, Palepaw
▌ gender: tom
▌ age: 38 moons
▌ rank: warrior
▌ clan: rebel
▌ mentor: Beartooth (NPC)
▌ apprentice: none yet
▌ kin: Emberflower (daughter), Whitetail (son, NPC),
- - -Littlecry (son, NPC)
▌ mate: Goldenleaf (NPC)
▌ crush: none

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Palethorn was born as a single kit and his parents made sure to spoil him. So much so, that when he became an apprentice, the sudden harshness of the real world completely changed Palepaw. Smaller than the other toms, he soon adopted a harsh shell, learning to be independent from those who teased him. He resented them for their size and trained to become stronger than them in the hopes that he would one day be able to defeat them in training. Palepaw succeeded in doing so and, in his first battle, he helped slay a lynx that had attacked the camp, earning him the name Palethorn for his harsh attitude. The young warrior soon became known as the hot-headed one of the group, always ready for a fight. No one truly knows what Goldenleaf saw in him and no one got the chance to find out, as she died soon after giving birth to their kits. Littlekit, Whitekit and Emberkit were their names and Palethorn did little to make them feel welcome to the Clan. Nevertheless, his children looked up to him. On the eve of the rebels splitting from StormClan, Palethorn decided to put an end to the lives of his children, who had all grown into strong young warriors. He did not succeed in killing all of them, as Emberflower survived, battling her father after watching him slay her brothers Littlecry and Whitetail. The white tom now waits for the chance to sever all ties from him and disappear without a trace.

Sample post:

Palethorn - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [rebel][warrior][tom][38][air][no crush][no apprentice]
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The white tom watched the proceedings in the rebel camp from the shadows, still and unmoving. Talonstar's rough attitude did not phase him in the least and his killing of the apprentice did little to change his perspective on that matter. Palethorn himself was harsh and unforgiving, so the seeming injustice with which traitors were treated in the rebel camp was something he himself might have administered had he been in charge. The smell of blood rose to his nose and a twisted smile formed on his pale face, his yellow eyes lighting up with bloodlust.

On the order to move out, the older tom remained where he was, only getting to his paws when the last of the rebels had left. He planned to bring up the rear and get rid of any cats returning to the StormClan camp when they got to the camp entrance. Long sharp claws slipped out of their sheathes silently and Palethorn dug them into the ground, feeling the softness of the earth. How good it would be to slide these claws into someone who believed themselves so happy and fortunate to be part of StormClan. That was the whole problem with the Clan these days - everyone was happy, but there was no balance of power. If it had been otherwise, the rebels would never have been allowed to rise.

The sound of battle suddenly reached his ears and he spurred himself forward, bunching his legs beneath him and shooting upwards on a gust of wind. Landing softly on the ground, he turned at the sound of a twig breaking and spotted a white and orange pelt in the bushes. Snarling, Palethorn threw himself at the cat, pushing him to the ground beneath him. The StormClan tom was trapped beneath him, the rebels sharp claws digging into his shoulders. "Father, let me go!" was all the rebel heard before his claws put an end to Littlecry's life. A gasp sounded from behind him and Palethorn whirled around to see his other son, Whitetail. Grinning sadistically, he created a gust of air the threw the white body of his son towards him and, keeping his claws unsheathed, ran his claws through the tom's underbelly as he flew by. Whitetail landed in a heap and shuddered once, just as Dustpaw had in the camp earlier, before collapsing.

Whirling around one last time, he surveyed the bushes his two children had come from, looking for the third. She would be not far behind and all three traitors deserved to die for not joining the rebels as he had planned they would. Scenting the air, he picked up Emberflower's scent, but could not quite locate her - she seemed to be coming from two directions at once. Palethorn was knocked off his paws a moment later, pain burning through him as something seared his fur.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 15, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

▌ build: average, slim
▌ fur: dark tortoiseshell, short-haired
▌ eyes: amber
▌ whiskers: average length

▌ qualities: fierce, wild
- - - - -sharp-tongued, loyal
▌ strengths: fighting, independent hunting
▌ weaknesses: mentoring, holding her tongue
▌ likes: ordering around apprentices,
- - - - -fighting, hunting
▌ dislikes: being bossed around, teamwork
▌ habits: lashing her tail
▌ power: fire and shadow

▌ name: Emberflower
▌ past name(s): Emberkit, Emberpaw
▌ gender: she-cat
▌ age: 18 moons
▌ rank: warrior
▌ clan: StormClan
▌ mentor: Ripplestream (NPC)
▌ apprentice: none yet
▌ kin: Palethorn (father), Goldenleaf (mother, NPC),
- - -Whitetail (brother, NPC), Littlecry (brother, NPC)
▌ mate: none
▌ crush: none at the moment

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Emberflower was born to Goldenleaf and Palethorn, an odd couple whose attraction could not be explained. Her mother died soon after giving birth to Emberkit and her two brothers, Whitekit and Littlekit, and the little cats were almost left orphaned, as their father took little notice of them. Another queen took them in and the three siblings soon grew into eager apprentices. Of the three, Emberkit was said to be most like her father - fierce and harsh, refusing to let anyone in. Perhaps it is this that saved her from her father's claws, as her two brothers, then Whitewhisker and Littlecry, did not survive the rebels splitting from the camp. Emberflower, as she was named on the eve of her warrior ceremony, battled her father bravely and refused to be slain alongside her brothers.

Sample post:

Emberflower - [StormClan][warrior][she-cat][18][fire + shadow][no crush][no apprentice]
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The hunting trip had been a success, in Emberflower's opinion, as she and her two brothers, Littlecry and Whitetail, had managed to hunt down two pieces of prey each - one for themselves and another to feed a Clanmate. Proud of her catch, which was larger in size than that of both of her brothers, Emberflower trotted ahead, stopping suddenly when she picked up the sounds of battle. Dropping her prey to the ground, she lowered herself into a crouch, listening intently. Littlecry and Whitetail noticed her stance and did the same. Through the bushes, Emberflower could make out the shape of a white tom, slightly larger than the average cat, and the scent of blood on him confirmed her belief that it was her traitorous father, Palethorn.

Growling low in her throat, she shifted forward, ready to pounce, but Palethorn was quicker. Littlecry's call was cut short by the rebel's claws and Whitetail followed soon after, his own air powers useless against his father's much stronger ones. Emberflower backed up into the shadows and closed her eyes briefly, concentrating on creating a reflection of herself. Opening her eyes, she was met with her identical twin and she projected her out so that she was on the other side of Palethorn. The confusion in his yellow eyes told her the plan had worked and she took his moment of distraction as a chance to leap out at him, bowling him over. Her anger procured a spark that seared his fur and she mewed in surprise, as she had not meant to create a flame. Emberflower's emotions were running wild, however, and the sparks kept appearing. Yowling, she unsheathed her claws and brought them down across her father's pale face.

"You traitorous scum!" the tortoiseshell cried, pummelling him with her blows. Her amber eyes refused to fill up with angry tears and she screeched her insults at her father. A sudden gust of wind hit her hard in the side and she landed on the ground with a thud, winded. Palethorn was suddenly on top of her, his claws glinting above her, but she refused to give in. In her peripheral vision, she could see the dead bodies of her brothers and the idea of joining them filled her with dread. Creating a spark that startled the white tom back, she pushed him off of her, running at him, claws extended. Her momentum sent them rolling into the StormClan camp, where the battle raged.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 17, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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❊ B A S I C S ❊

name ▸ Asternose
gender ▸ she-cat
age ▸ 20 moons
rank ▸ warrior
clan ▸ RockClan

❊ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ❊

kin ▸ Greywind (father),
- - - - Mapleblossom (mother)
crush ▸ unknown (tbd)
friends ▸ unknown (tbd)
enemies ▸ unknown (tbd)

❊ A P P E A R A N C E ❊

build ▸ smaller than average, skinny
fur ▸ short-haired, light grey & beige,
- - - - black markings
eyes ▸ grass green
whiskers ▸ average length
other ▸ long tail

❊ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❊

qualities ▸ sensitive, adventurous |
- - - - - - - -brutally honest, trusting
strengths ▸ tracking, hunting,
- - - - - - - - reading body-language
weaknesses ▸ lying, overt curiosity,
- - - - - - - - - -friendliness to strangers
habits ▸ flicking her left ear
other ▸ keen senses of smell and hearing
- - - - - -prone to flashbacks

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 18, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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☁ B A S I C S ☁

name ▸ Pebbleheart
gender ▸ tom
age ▸ 19 moons
rank ▸ medicine cat apprentice
clan ▸ LakeClan

☁ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ☁

kin ▸ Whitewhisker (father),
- - - - Ripplestream (mother),
- - - - Starlingsong (sister)
crush ▸ unknown (tbd)
mate ▸ unknown

☁ A P P E A R A N C E ☁

build ▸ small, skinny
fur ▸ short-haired, light grey tabby
eyes ▸ yellow
whiskers ▸ average length
other ▸ none

☁ P E R S O N A L I T Y ☁

qualities ▸ organized, honest |
- - - - - - - -feelings are hurt easily
strengths ▸ sorting herbs,
- - - - -- - - -remembering remedies
weaknesses ▸ lying, applying his skills
habits ▸ twitching his whiskers
other ▸ can't stand the smell of blood

Pebbleheart never really expected to become the medicine cat apprentice, but it would seem StarClan had a much different idea. As a kit, Pebblekit played with his sister, Starlingkit, but his small size usually meant that she would win their play-fights. With feelings that were hurt easily, Pebblekit often finished the day off by crying himself to sleep over petty fights with his sister. Perhaps it is this that led the leader to appointing him the medicine cat apprentice - Pebblepaw would not have been able to handle battle training and any lost piece of prey might have caused him to erupt into tears. Pebblepaw slowly began to learn how to rein in his emotions, though he remained very sensitive to everything around him. After he was apprenticed, the medicine storage became pristinely clean and organized, as his strengths were sorting herbs, as well as remembering remedies. Blueheart, the medicine cat, often praised him for these skills. When it came to applying those skills, however, Pebblepaw would often fail. He cannot stand the smell of blood, a result of having his parents massacred by predators at a young age; he does not remember the sight, but, subconsciously, his mind rejects the smell of blood. Nevertheless, Pebblepaw earned his warrior name after getting over that fear of blood and helping to heal many after a battle with rogues occurred. His dedication to his work, despite the personal obstacles, got him the name Pebbleheart, for his devotion. He remains the medicine cat apprentice for now and wonders if StarClan has anything else in store for him.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 18, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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❉ B A S I C S ❉

name ▸ Starlingsong
gender ▸ she-cat
age ▸ 19 moons
rank ▸ warrior
clan ▸ LakeClan

❉ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ❉

kin ▸ Whitewhisker (father),
- - - - Ripplestream (mother)
- - - - Pebbleheart (brother)
crush ▸ unknown (tbd)
mate ▸ unknown (tbd)

❉ A P P E A R A N C E ❉

build ▸ smaller than average, skinny
fur ▸ short-haired, jet black,
- - - - white dash on chest
eyes ▸ yellow
whiskers ▸ average length
other ▸ very soft pads, prone to cracking

❉ P E R S O N A L I T Y ❉

qualities ▸ adventurous, kind |
- - - - - - - -trusting, too soft-spoken
strengths ▸ hunting, helping others
weaknesses ▸ lying, fighting
- - - - - - - - - -her brother
habits ▸ replicating bird calls
other ▸ can copy the sounds of birds

Born as the first kit of her litter, Starlingkit was much bigger than her brother, Pebblekit, who was very small and remains small to this day. She herself is smaller than average, but her parents were quite small as well, so perhaps it was just the genetics. From her father she inherited her fur colour and hunting skills; from her mother her eye colour and kind nature. Starlingkit's parents were massacred by some sort of predator when she was very young, and she and her brother were raised by a foster queen. On the day of their apprenticeship, Starlingpaw was surprised to learn that her brother would not be training to become a warrior with her and found herself lost without him. She visited him in the medicine den at every occasion, and still does. This was not very hard for her, as her paw pads are very soft and prone to cracking regularly, which makes being a warrior much harder. She pushes through the pain and remains kind to those around her while fulfilling the duties of her rank. Though fighting does not come easily to her because of her size, her hunting skills are well-known; because of the softness of her pads, the prey often does not hear her coming. She also has a penchant for replicating bird calls, something she was seemingly born with, which helps to draw prey closer. This is where she gets her warrior name - Starlingsong - from.

[Spirited.]

Creation date: May 18, 2014
Roleplay thread: here

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colour scheme: #E41B17 and #7E3517

✱ B A S I C S ✱

name ▸ Martenfur
gender ▸ tom
age ▸ 25 moons
rank ▸ warrior
clan ▸ LakeClan

✱ R E L A T I O N S H I P S ✱

kin ▸ Littlecry (father),
- - - - Silverhawk (mother)
crush ▸ unknown (tbd)
mate ▸ mate (tbd)

✱ A P P E A R A N C E ✱

build ▸ large, muscled
fur ▸ medium-haired,
- - - - red-brown tabby
- - - - distinct markings
eyes ▸ amber
whiskers ▸ average length
other ▸ very sharp claws

✱ P E R S O N A L I T Y ✱

qualities ▸ quick, friendly, flirty |
- - - - - - - -does not think before he acts, proud
strengths ▸ fighting, flirting
weaknesses ▸ she-cats,
- - - - - - - - - -friendliness to strangers
habits ▸ waving his tail
other ▸ often distracted by fae

One of the first kits born in LakeClan's new home, Martenkit thought he was special from the start. He soon learned that being friendly would make him well-liked in his Clan and, once he became an apprentice and began to think of she-cats as something to be hit on, this friendliness evolved into flirting. This remains a strength of his, as well as a weakness. Martenpaw soon became known for this, as well as his excellent fighting abilities. In battle training, he would usually win against the other apprentices, regardless of whether they were toms or she-cats, and always had a gentlemanly manner about him when practicing with the fae. It was a wonder he did not get too distracted by them to admit defeat. His warrior name, Martenfur, reflects the colour of his pelt, as well as his friendly nature. The name was earned when he went off in search of lost kits and saved them, as the story goes, from a badger single-handedly (pawedly?). The tom likes to sing his own praises and often brings up his heroic stories, especially when trying to impress the she-cats.