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name. perchpaw
fut. name. perchshade
gender. tomcat
age. ten moons

allegiance. thrushclan
rank. apprentice
rank des. warrior

orient. heterosexual
crush. open
mate. none
kits. none
kin. hollowleaf [sister]

apprentice. n/a
mentor. open

scent. burnt wood
pelt. black smoke tabby
eyes. yellow
scars. none

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Perchpaw is an apprentice with a less-than-gentle nature, yet generous
heart. He is a quick-witted, opinionated tom who doesn't seem to fear
mouthing his opinion, though is usually rather quiet. Courteous, yet imp
atient, this youth has a temper that can easily be sprung. This is someth
ing he's been trying his best to learn to control. Industrious and focused,
he is not one to give up easily, and his defiance against losing can only
fuel his perseverance. Alas, Perchpaw is a victim to his own emotions,
and is easily swayed by the influence of provoked feelings such as anger,
guilt, or grief. This causes an impulsive behavior to surround him, and th
ough he is a cunning feline, he tends to act before he thinks.

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[razzberry]

res relations

[Endlessechoes]

Ouuu just popping in to say I’m going to make some characters in a week or so, after my visiting family leaves <3 I’m not making a reservation considering they have a time limit, just kinda making it known c:

[Keriae]

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beetlefang is a forty-two moon old w
arrior, and counts herself as an exper
ienced member of her clan. she is bo
th a skilled hunter and fighter, with a
lean, sinewy build brimming with unt
old strength. her fur is completely bl
ack, hiding numerous scars. her keen
eyes are a shade of yellow-green.
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steadfast, determined and loyal
are words any cat would use to d
escribe beetlefang. they would a
lso use sharp tongued, rude and
aloof. some of the apprentices m
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ight even describe her as mean a
nd relentless in her training, tho
ugh she maintains that this is a n
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[stranger danger]

𝑰 𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝒀 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬

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sheeppaw is 11 moons and a tom-cat. he was born to a rogue and his mother, whitepetal whom he remembers scarcely. he has no siblings or kin other than milkpelt and does not want any. doesn't remember a single part of his kithood in which milkpelt was not there. slowly, he is starting to feel smothered by her overprotectiveness and possessiveness of the young tom, and does his best to be defiant within the clan. raised in a way were he always gets what he wants - but knows how to deal if he doesn't. very arrogant and snarky. despite this he can be charming, often convincing the other apprentices to get into trouble with him. secretly very lonely. wants someone to see him for who he is and not just some annoying, arrogant apprentice, or a kitten that needs to be protected. often acts out in defiance to get attention. not faithful in starclan - though he lets others believe he is.

considers himself bisexual. never wants kits - though he is an apprentice. that could change. not really thinking about anything other than being a warrior at this point.

✯ 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 ✯
whitepetal whispers a lullaby into her young kit's ear, watching as her mate stormed away, holding the other two that had passed. he returns sullen, a dark look over his wide amber eyes. "he has to go." says the tom, starting to nudge whitepetal away. "what?! daemon no-" he snarls and bats her off the kit. "he's just a painful reminder!" whitepetal, enraged whirls on her mate shoving him with her shoulder teeth bared. they stare at each other, and the rogue dives for her kit. in a yowl of anger, whitepetal throws herself onto him dazing him momentarily, giving herself enough time to pick up her only remaining kit and dash away. the kit is squeaking loudly, squirming and churning his little paws. whitepetal wills him to be still but he isn't only squeaking louder and louder. up ahead she recognizes the scents of thrushclan - and an idea pops into her mind.

she starts getting closer to thrushclan territory, knowing that her mate wouldn't dare step in there. she reaches the closest she can get to the camp without being seen and leaves her kit in a patch of grass, pressing her nose to his head and bounding away into the night.

the dawn patrol races into the camp, startling the clan awake. cats crowd the clearing, milling about around a small, squeaking kit. milkpelt pushes her way to the front of the crowd, and her eyes fall on the small, pure white kit in front of her. a gasp seizes her throat, as she breathily says, "that's whitepetal's kit."

[stranger danger]

❜𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑰❜𝑳𝑳 𝑲𝑬𝑬𝑷 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫
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milkpelt is 26 moons and a she-cat. she was born to rainnose and sweetwillow. she was raised alongside her little sister, whitepetal. they were joined at the hip, you never saw one without the other. as they grew older, whitepetal slowly became disenchanted with the idea of clan life and offered to her older sister to run away together. confused, milkpelt said no - whitepetal was furious. the younger she-cat ran off anyway - a couple of moons later a young kit was left on the doorstep of the clan. milkpelt took one look at the young tom and saw whitepetal in him - immediately offering to raise him. he had to be weaned before she could truly start raising him, but she never left his side. named sheepkit for his incredibly curly fur when he was younger, the tom always had a milkpelt sized shadow.

milkpelt is a very confident she-cat, has a commanding presence and strikes fear into hearts with the glance of an eye. never wanted kits until sheeppaw showed up on the clan's doorstep. quick-thinker on her feet and while fighting. once you get to know her she's considerably softer with you, and she asks for your opinion a lot more often. she's almost always searching for validation from those she loves and trusts.

faithful in starclan. considers herself bisexual, but not really looking for love. it might find her anyway, though.

✯ 𝑨 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑭 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 ✯
"you've never supported me!" yowls whitepetal, her fur on end and eyes ablaze. milkpelt looks at her with sad eyes, taking a step back, for once in her life, afraid. "i just wanted us to have this one thing, sister," whitepetal's eye soften, her spine no longer arched as she comes back down to earth. "maybe we're not supposed to be in lakeclan." milkpelt follows her sister gaze over the camp, and then down to whitepetal's belly. "i know...i'm not." milkpelt looks at her sister, horrified. "you didn't-"
she fumbles for words. "i did. and i don't regret it. i love him. and our kits." milkpelt turns away, fur bristling, back towards camp. "fine! leave me if you want!" whitepetal shouts after her, voice cracking. "we don't need you anyway." whitepetal runs off into the night. milkpelt trods back into camp, shoulders sagging. she slips into the warrior den and down into her nest, finally allowing herself to cry.

[stranger danger]

relations no. 1

[stranger danger]

relations no. 2