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wrenshine is a friendly enough she-cat
that most cats have at least heard of. she isn't
socially challenged, it's just that there is nothing
particularly special about her. it wasn't until one
of the elder's (whom she had spent everyday with)
forgot her name that she realized this. upon this
realization, she made a vow to herself and starclan
that she would try harder for her clanmates to
be a warrior worth having around. however, that
big moment to shine has yet to blow in with the
breeze- or so she keeps telling herself.
β± name | wrenshine
β± age | 32 moons
β± rank | warrior
β± gender | she-cat
β± crush/mate | open for she-cats and toms
β± likes | rainfall, sunning in long grass
exploring, talking, sunrises and stargazing
β± dislikes | being stuck in camp, laziness,
the concept of things being taken for granted
β± appearance | white base, long soft fur,
blue eyes. small paws with pink pads, small
slender frame. patches of gray with dark stripes.
β± smells of wildflowers or whatever patch off
tall grass she's been laying in
β± she has a sing-song way of talking,
her two-legs were constantly whistling,
humming and singing
β± theme-song | if only you knew - an atlas to follow
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