I've finally read through all the cats and caught up :')
marking with a kit(shore) and a female loner, 'Lemon'.
*Whichever clan needs cats more she can go to*

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ℝ𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕥
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names • Ravenpaw, Ravenglow
gender • male
age • 2 moons
orientation • bisexual
clan • Shoreclan
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personality/history • ravenkit's life started with two rogues, he was just one
runt in a litter of four. Born on a frosty leaf-bare morning, his mother was half starved and unable to care
for her newest offspring- so she left them tucked away under a bramble thicket, hoping that someone
could find them in time. Unfortunately, his siblings all passed from the cold, and by some grace of Starclan
he managed to keep warm enough until his dam returned with some prey. His mother continues to bring him
food until he is found by the clan, not able to bring herself to let her kit die and abandon him. Ravenkit's
personality is to be decided since he is so young right now.
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𝓛𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓷
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names • Lemonpaw, Lemonfall
gender • female
age • 17 moons
orientation • pansexual
clan • tbd
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personality • Lemon is a reserved and polite she-cat. She
loves kits and is the first to help a nursing queen. After her eye-opening
experience with the kittypet tom Lemon has shut her feelings down
and tends to avoid personal or one-on-one interactions with other
cats. She's extremely maternal, but this often clashes with her
bossy and short attitude. The siamese doesn't take disrespect
or gossip towards her lightly, and it doesn't take much to upset her.
She's not very ambitious, and is quite alright with the role she plays
as long as her belly is full and coat is groomed.
history • Lemon is a kittypet turned loner.
She loved the kittypet life, but the handome tom next door pursuaded her to leave
her comfortable living and join him on his 'adventure'. Not long into their journey
it was quite obvious they were lost. Lemon, being the persistent and impatient cat
she was, insisted on turning back and heading home; but the arrogant tom refused
and the two were caught in the middle of a violent storm, quickly becoming separated
in the heavy downpour. Lemon, having no means to fend for herself, wandered day in
and day out, her once plush coat becoming dirty and tattered. She has observed the clans
for a while now, unsure of both groups and maintaining her distance. At the moment, the
only comfort she has is the safety of more felines nearby. She resides in a makeshift den
in an old fox's warren on the outskirts of the neutral forest, sheltering her from the chilly leaf-fall winds.