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[Kydashing]

Thank you thats wonderful! We only need a med cat for shadowclan, then we will begin!

[anecdote]

If you want, I can make one of my warriors a medicine cat (he would probably work better as a medicine cat anyway).

[Kydashing]

Awesome!

[anecdote]

Blossomkit → Blossompaw → Blossomflight

"I was told that when you set your mind to it you can do
anything you want."

Ｗａｎｎａ Ｐｌａｙ？
Age
16 moons
Gender
She-cat
Clan
Shadowclan
Rank
Warrior

Personality
Ever the optimist, Blossomflight believes that she can do anything. Instead of losing that sense of invincibility during the transition from a kit to apprentice to warrior, it seemed to augment. Now she's ever more headstrong than before, believing wholeheartedly that if she just sets her mind to it, then she can achieve what she wants. Due to this, she's less likely to listen to direct orders. She attempts to pull her fellow warriors into her shenanigans. She doesn't believe that she can die, she thinks that she was overcome anything just by her tenacity. She's a natural leader, she's easy to talk to and easy to follow. Overall, she's a sweet thing, just hard to control and too stubborn for her own good.

History
Back in the nursery, Blossomflight was the ringleader for things going awry. The kits accidentally brought down one of the walls? Blossomkit. The kits wandered outside? Blossomkit. The kits keep on bothering the elders? Blossomkit. Once made an apprentice, she realized that it takes a lot more than promise of adventure or something fun to get others to follow her. Blossomflight lost her sister to sickness when she was very young, leaving only her brother. It never seemed to affect her much, she doesn't remember him much but she knows it affected her mother. As an apprentice, she always got her tasks done but in a different way than what was instructed of her. Her love of not playing by the book has followed her throughout her entire life. Her father died when fighting a clan battle, she aspires to be like him except not dead.

Mother
Owltail
Father
Yellowpelt [Deceased]
Siblings
Moorkit [Deceased], Foxtalon
Children
None
Crush
Not so far
Mate
Not yet

Other
She's very ambitious.
＇Ｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ Ｄｏ！

"Nothing's going to get in the way of my goals!"

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Foxkit → Foxpaw → Foxtalon

"I would rather turn back, actually."

Ｈｅｌｌｏ Ｔｈｅｒｅ
Age
16 moons
Gender
Tom
Clan
Shadowclan
Rank
Medicine Cat

Personality
Gentle and kind are the first two words though of when thinking of Foxtalon. He always has soft words to offer or a gentle nudge in the right direction. Every cat is worth something in his eyes and he's always willing to lend a helping paw to get another back on theirs. But this attitude also causes him to be a slight pushover, he'll let other cats walk all over him so long as he thinks he's helping them. His claws are sharp, however nervous or reluctant he is to use them. When Foxtalon attacks, then you know you messed up bad. Other than that, he loves making sure that his patients are at their best. He's very strict when it comes to getting better, even if he has to strong-arm the patient in question. He's softspoken, others often don't notice him or the words he's saying. He doesn't mind it so much. Oftentimes, Blossomflight will do the talking for him.

History
Foxtalon was born with Blossomflight and Moorkit. When they were young, Moorkit succumbed to sickness. Because of this event, Foxtalon began to devote his time to helping other cats. Once he realized that the medicine cat apprentice slot was open, he jumped right for it. He was right for the job, and he did it well. Once his mentor decided to step down, respectfully retiring into the elder's den, Foxtalon stepped up. Being a medicine cat is everything he'd ever dreamed of. Now he doesn't have to kill other cats, now he can heal his clan.

Mother
Owltail
Father
Yellowpelt
Siblings
Moorkit [Deceased], Blossomflight
Children
None
Crush
None
Mate
Not looking

Other
N/A
Ａｒｅ Ｙｏｕ Ａｌｒｉｇｈｔ？

"I don't want you getting hurt."

[Kydashing]

accepted adding soon

[Kydashing]

anyone want to be a deputy for lightclan and a warrior there too?

[Kydashing]

Anecdote ill keep your first two cats in lightclan since i checked :3

[anecdote]

Gotcha! Thank you.

[O.G.]

I'll make the Lightclan warrior. i at least want one cat there anyway. XD I'll get to making it and maybe another Shadowclan cat soon.
Also, I noticed that there is a Honeyseer and I have a cat named Honeypaw. Is that alright? I didn't notice it until I had already finished the character. XD

[O.G.]

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Littleblaze
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➣ Littleblaze is more of an acquired taste if anything else. Being that he is a fresh new warrior, he is overzealous and ready to do anything. When can I fight? When can I fight? When can I fight? Actually, it seems all Littleblaze cares about is when he can show off his fighting skills. To his credit, however, he has actually proven to be an extraordinary one. Even if he wasn't, though, he would think he was. In fact, Littleblaze is more than just a little cocky, more than just a little bit of a show off, and more than just a little willing to brag about himself. Oftentimes, he goes so far as demeaning others in comparison to his "oh so glorious" self. He's a pretty self-centered individual, his thoughts not seeming to extend too far from himself and to the well being of others. Despite this, he is capable of shocking and profound loyalty and love. It's just that, he sort of has to find someone which he honestly thinks is better than himself. Which, as far as he is aware, could never possibly happen. He is a very brave and fearless individual to the point of being blatantly stupid in his decision making, and he is plainly impulsive and reckless. He's a fairly impatient, hot-tempered and fiery tom who perhaps isn't the best when it comes to mentoring. He expects too much too soon and has a very sharp tongue that really lets that be known. In fact, Littleflame does not hide any of his thoughts or feelings from his clan. He is loud, arrogant, and clearly out of control when it comes to his own emotions. However, not all about Littleflame is so bad. He is a very determined individual and lets nothing stand in his way, and he is very spirited and happy-go-lucky. He often spends his time, hyper as he is, bouncing around and trying to make others laugh. For as irritating as he is, he is quite the charmer when he wants to be and, if he truly wanted to, he could probably woo any she-cat he desired. In fact, he could probably woo his whole clan into overthrowing Leafstar and making him her replacement. And, being as prideful as he is, Littleflame actually like that more than he should. In fact, he aspires to power just a little too ardently. For now, though, he is still young and not yet a threat. He is yet too young and immature and hyper to start planning any sort of foolish takeover. Being that he is the size of an apprentice ( and a young one at that), and being that he strives for a strong and macho persona, he is more than just a little touchy about his name and size.

➣ He was born to a lone mother who disappeared shortly after his birth. He was taken in by a she-cat (if anyone wants their cat to be this she-cat, just tell me, because I think it would be fun for him to actually have a parental figure) and raised in Lightclan.

age; 12 moons

rank; Warrior

mother; He does not know his biological mother's name, but he has a few memories of her.

father; Unknown

siblings; Unknown

crush; ...

mate; ...



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Larkheart
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➣ Before he came to the woods, Larkheart was a cat celebrity in the human world, which would probably surprise no one, as he is full of peculiar quirks and oddities. He is quite animate in his movement and facial expressions, his features always twitching and quirking, leaving for no guesswork as to how he feels about something. He often speaks to himself, anywhere from a few words to heated arguments no matter his company. He prefers a world of pretend and fantasy, a very creative mind indeed, and sometimes, if the days are slow, he decides to up and become some character he is not. He adores the music he learned in the human world music and can be often be found humming or singing in foreign languages. In fact, he has an uncanny knack for learning and retaining permanently new languages, and he is always open to explore new ones. He has a very quick and clever mind, able to shoot out quick and original responses if so desired, though all meanness tends to stay out of any of his words. Larkheart retains and radiates a startling amount of innocence, a heart of purity and childishness that few can retain at his age. However, despite his shocking innocence, he is keenly aware of the scale of good and evil, and, in all actuality, feels like one of the worst toms in the world for past endeavors, no matter how unintentional his delving into such things were. He is riddled with a sticky sweetness and is kind, tender, and compassionate to a fault. He is capable of being trampled on without ever uttering a word of complaint, as he strains himself to be the best tom he can possibly be. He all but refuses to fight no matter how dire the situation is, preferring to deal with conflict through persuasive negotiations. The one thing that will get him to fight is if another is in trouble and in need of help, and the one thing that will always keep him from fighting is if his opponent would be female, as he staunchly refuses to inflict even a pinch of pain upon one even if their intent is to brutally murder him. Larkheart has the rare quality of extreme loyalty, faithful to the point of dying for anyone within his clan, even if he has never spoken to them, and he tends to form very one-sided relationships with cats, sometimes growing fond of one without them ever knowing he cared. Despite his former acting career, he is a pitiful liar, though tends to be a fan of white lies as not to disappoint others or to keep himself out of trouble. He can appear very cocky and confident, filled to a certain degree with a manly pride that keeps him from admitting weaknesses or discomforts. However, he is actually incredibly shy around cats he has not yet acquainted himself with, especially other toms, acutely aware of himself and all eyes on him in those situations. He is a ridiculously clumsy and accident prone individual, full of blunders and mishaps, though, on the contrary, he has much blind luck that, more than once, has saved his life. His feelings for cats are forever unconditional, never wavering no matter how much they do to him, and his emotions never seem to be slight, instead always pure and unmistakable.

➣ Larkheart wasn't born a clan cat. In fact, he was born right in an alleyway of a very distant and large city. He was born to a mother who scornfully named him It and abandoned him shortly after giving birth to him. He miraculously survived on the streets at less than even a moon old, and it was even in this earliest time Larkheart would see billboards and advertisements of cats in the human world and know that he wanted to be just like them. During this time, he stumbled across a young she-cat who had two kits of her own. This she-cat took her in as her own and he was raised quite comfortably in this adoptive family. However, when he was around five moons old, the alleyways which they called their home were raided by a band of vicious cats. While his adoptive family managed to get away, Larkheart's clumsiness proved to be his downfall and he was captured. He was taken a great distance from where he was taken. He was seven moons old when he was finally brought to the place the band of cats wanted to take him, and he was promptly sold off to another band of strange city cats for some information he knew nothing about. He ended up something like a slave to these cats, along with several other captives. He would hunt for free, spy for free, almost get killed for free. However, he made some good friends there and many cats from various colorful backgrounds. They fed his imagination. One day, while minding his own business, a sudden riot broke out among his fellow slaves, and, in the giant mess, Larkheart escaped. inadvertently escaped. Shortly afterwards, he saved a strange cat from being hit by the metal beasts that he later learned to be cars. This cat was one of a similar nature to his old captors. However, this cat turned out to be the leader of his gang, and was quite pleased with Larkheart's act of bravery. He took him back to his gang and Larkheart, feeling coerced, ended up joining upon this leader's insistence. There he learned that this gang was all about herbs. They were rare in the city and every cat wanted them, especially being that the city life proved to be so violent. It was a rather lucrative and dangerous business, so Larkheart learned. There were many times he nearly died and many times he was severely injured. Many of the gang members he worked alongside resented him because they saw him as incompetent, but the leader remained borderline infatuated with him. At around a year old, Larkheart was introduced to the recreational nightlife of his peers, which involved many, many single she-cats. Larkheart was intimidated by it all. However, come to find out, he met a young, willowy, and foreign she-cat which he fell head over heels for. His lifestyle did not always allow him to see her, but he visited her as often as he could. However, this she-cat, given the odd name of Nefertari, did not seem to care for him much. She only accepted his visits because he would pay her in food or whatever else she sought. Larkheart, however, was oblivious of her disdain for him. Many times he ran to his rescue in his days of courting her, but in the end he could do nothing for her to reciprocate his love. As he fought a dying battle for Nefertari's affections and worked a part of a lucrative business which he honestly had no desire to be a part of, something happened. He doesn't even know how it happened. It's all a blur in his mind. All he knows was that enemies came fast, and in the mess of the bloody attack, he inadvertently killed an innocent cat just caught up in the middle of the unexpected violence. Horrified with himself, Larkheart finally found the courage to run away and hope that he would not be found. He knew that now more than ever, if he was ever going to achieve his dream of celebrity in the human world, he needed to find it fast to get off the streets. On his way of asking around to this place that he heard called "Hollywood", he ran across Nefertari one last time. She had been captured by an old rivaling gang for something she had done against them. Essentially, he bailed her out of their captivity of her. He beckoned her to follow him, but she coldly refused and wished to go back to her harsh life as a lone she-cat to be used by the gangs however they pleased. Torn, Larkheart almost gave up his dream, but a companion leading him to this alleged "Hollywood" ended up convincing him to leave her. Leaving his offer open, Larkheart reluctantly continued his journey. After several long months and after meeting several washed up celebrities along the way, Larkheart finally made it to the place he sought. Hollywood, the land of fame. Shockingly, Larkheart was discovered by the humans quickly. Little did he know that they only cast a glance his way because his coat color was extraordinarily rare for a male. He was taken off the streets quickly by the humans, and, after being passed around several human families, he landed where he wanted to be. He found himself in front of the camera at last. Pictures were taken, cameras rolled. He ended up traveling the whole world, picking up all sorts of exotic languages and cultures along the way. At a point when he was taken back tot he place he knew to be called America, he was surprised to meet one of his old gang members. They came, however, with heavy news. They told him that Nefertari had been murdered. Despaired and guilt ridden, Larkheart felt his desire for celebrity plummet. So, he ran. He ran and he ran until he came across a group of cats in the middle of nowhere. They called themselves a clan. Lightclan, to be exact. Hoping to escape the pain of losing Nefertari so brutally, he joined them and is a fresh new warrior in the clan.

age; 42 moons

rank; Warrior

mother; Unknown

father; Unknown

siblings; None that are biological, as far as he can remember.

crush; Larkheart still feels too broken to notice other she-cats like that.

mate; How could he?



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I hope it's okay if I made two Lightclan cats? I noticed it was in need of warriors so, I did this.