my cats. and other characters

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Thank you!

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we can only SUCCEED through F A L I U R E...
we only know HAPPINESS through S A D N E S S...
we only know OF our L I M I T S...
when we break through T H E M

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ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ. » Hi. I'm Brookpaw - a proud apprentice of Hazelclan - who is about nine moons of age. I'm a female, incase you haven't noticed and before an apprentice, I was Brookkit. When I'm older, I would love to become Brookclaw.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ » I am not one for dilly dally, idle chitchat. Once I start something, I finish it and refuse to halt or rest until I do so - a stubbornness that won't let much slip. Over time, I've has grown a strong dislike for people who sit around, complying when they could be doing something. I takes every opportunity to improve my hunting skills - which I'm determined to hone to perfection - and to help my clan and friends alike. In anyway possible. With the way I hold herself, there is an air of sensibility, responsibility and pride that surrounds me, even though I'm only an apprentice!

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ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ » I feel I should tell you of my past. My father, Apsen, was a loner who lived just outside the territory who stole prey and played in the rivers. One evening, a young cat named Birchclaw was padding along with her kits when she stumbled across him. She was protective of her kits because their father had died days earlier. She saw the tom and he fell head over heels for her. After warning him not to return, Aspen confessed her beauty and Birchclaw felt herself grow to like him. She began to bring him food and spend nights with him. As she brought him food one time, she didn't know that, meanwhile, her clan was in a losing battle against rogues. Only after returning when she saw some shadows running through the woods, did she find the devastation. That was when it hit her. The next time she went to visit Aspen, he told her that he was a rogue - told to befriend most wolves so that they weren't there when they attacked - but that he loved her. Birchclaw was devastated and after giving birth to his kittens, she fled. Over time I was taken in as the only survivor out of my siblings...

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ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ. » Hello, nice to meet you. I'm Hawkfeather, if you must know, but who are you? I'm an accomplished warrior of 35 moons and my talent lies in battle. I'm a male without a mate, and kits. However, I would love to have a family. As aforementioned, I'm strongest at fighting but I am also a good tracker, and a decent hunter. My bulk does get in the way, however!
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ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ »I might be one of the gentlest warriors. I might be feared by some, but I hope that others admire me like I admired my role models. Either way i'm fairly hardheaded and will not let their thoughts change me. I'm very stubborn, but with good reason. I like to back up my views and opinions solidly, and although this does make me hard to work with in a team, it makes me a good leader. I'm deeply loyal, and would do anything for my clan. I'm also quite bold, outspoken and loud. I will voice my opinion. It is confidence I use to hide my insecurities with. I deeply hate speaking to the whole clan, but gradually I'm working around it. It is one of many things I'd rather keep to myself. I tend to hide emotions, and weakness is something I look down upon. Not in others, but in myself. I'm not particularly judgemental, but I do have a 'tough love' policy. I don't do well with whiners. This does make me impatient with apprentices, and young warriors, but I like to think my cool exterior is slightly soothing. I love kits, and they can bring out my playful side.

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ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ » I was born during Newleaf. It was a prosperous time for the clan, and we were thriving. I remember clearly the first morning my mother took me out into the clearing. She was a beautiful cat, Hawkeye, and was a fantastic hunter. My father was less so. He was a little more… volatile in his ways. My mother never spoke much of him, and I never saw him much. I was told to never ask about him. When I mentioned his name my mother would hush me. It was just never something to be brought up. My role model was my uncle, Stonefur. He taught me to fight, and to use my size to my advantage, and he taught me to be the cat I am today. He instilled in me bravery, faith and selflessness. It was his selflessness that he shared with his sister, and eventually cost them their lives. When winter came about, they both dedicated themselves to their clan, and worked until they could no longer. They both passed in the same week. The clan mourned them, but none more than my father. Up until that point, we had never even spoken. He was an elder, and had retired early. It was only now that I understood why. He couldn't face other cats, without seeing those he had fought in battle. He was taunted by his victories, his battles. I heard him once- saying to a friend - that when it rained, he saw it rain blood. He passed away the moon after my mother. I passed my apprenticeship strongly, and continued to work my way up in the clan. One day I hope to be respected as much as my father, and also Stonefur.
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☞ my name is beth. that is all you need to know.
i'm a nineteen-year-old and if you aren't blind, you'll
have seen that i'm 100% female, so don't forget it, ok?
i don't have any family that are alive, seeing as they
all died during the apocalypse. i'm one of four known
survivors, and while we are all buddies, i still wish i had
my old life back.


☞ hmm... my personality? well, where do i begin? As a
start, i'm very defensive, and hot headed. i'm kind of
hard to befriend, as i'm very secretive and insecure.
i can be quite stubborn and blunt; but yeah, get used
to it, because I'm never changing for anyone. I used to
be quite rebellious, and although i've been brought
down to earth with a bump, my impatient, confident
attitude does come through. i guess i could be worse.
everyone seems to judge me before they know me,
but i swear that i'd be a faithful and loyal friend. ha,
that's unlikely.


☞ ah! my history; a patchwork of bad, stitched
together with good intentions.i had a normal childhood, living in
north-east canada with my family and our pets. i was
really close with my mother and was known as a good
little mummy's girl. well, at least until the twins came.
i was only four when they were born, and the stress was on us
all. going from an only child to having two more
siblings, was really hard for me. i didn't get as much
attention. i never got as many presents at christmas-
time. little things, that sent me into a dark place.
aged thirteen, i was expelled, and my family was
not pleased. dad left soon after that. i guess there is
nothing much else to me. i found the gang four years
later, aged seventeen. i've stuck with them since.


☞ ha, what is romance? no, i am serious. i've never been
good with romance and i don't intend to begin
'rebuilding' a new society with anyone, any time soon.
i haven't got a real crush, so yeah. bye now...

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skies are crying, i am watching
catching tear drops in my hands
only silence as it's ending
like we never had a chance
do you have to make me feel like
there's nothing left of me?
you can take everything i have
you can break everything i am
like i'm made of glass
like i'm made of paper
go on and try to tear me down
i will be rising from the ground
like a skyscraper
like a skyscraper
as the smoke clears, i awaken
and untangle you from me
would it make you feel better
to watch me while i bleed?
all my windows still are broken
but i'm standing on my feet
you can take everything i have
you can break everything i am
like i'm made of glass
like i'm made of paper
go on and try to tear me down
i will be rising from the ground
like a skyscraper
like a skyscraper

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☞ Er...hi there... my name is Dylan Thomus Cleesly.
I hate telling people my stupid name. But so does
my cousin, Beth. She probably told you to go away
before you could say much. Hey, anyway, I'm
twenty years of age, I think. and, well... I'm a guy.


☞ seriously? well, ok then. incase you can't tell, i'm
very quiet. i'm decisive and quick to think, with
a touchy personality. i hardly speak, unless i have
to, and even then i hate to speak in front of
strangers. basically, i'm a bit of a home-body.
i don't do much, say much or express my thoughts.
i'm the complete opposite of beth, and while
she is a fail in love, i can have my romantic moments.
basically, if beth was a fire, i'd be water. she hates
to admit i'm family, because apparently i'm a wimp.


☞ my history? right.... well, it begins twenty years
ago in new york. my mother was single, and my
father was never around. they were only teens
when they had me. so, equipped with one single
teen mother and no confidence, i began school.
i hated it there, and was constantly bullied so i
was happy when i was put up for adoption - as
it mean't i might be able to get away. indeed i
did. aged twelve, i headed off to north-carolina.
only, when i was aged sixteen did the apocalypse
start. my family died, but i managed to get into
contact through a community of survivors, with
beth. when they were all killed, we fled and have
been on the run since.


☞ romance? well, i do my best! i like being in
mature relationships, as it offers me security and
that is something i crave sorely. however, i have
not got a current crush.

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Rhythm is a dancer,
It's a souls companion,
People feel it everywhere,
Lift your hands and voices,
Free your mind and join us,
You can feel it in the air,
Oh woah, it's a passion,
Oh oh, you can feel it yeah,
Oh oh, It's a passion,
Oh oh, oh, oh, oh,
this is the rhythm.
You can put some joy up on my face,
Oh sunshine in an empty place,
Take me too, turn to and babe I'll make you stay,
oh yeah,
Oh I can ease you of your pain,
Feel you give me love again,
Round and round we go,
Each time I hear you say,
This is the rhythm of the night,
The night,
Oh yeah,
The rhythm of the night,
This is the rhythm of my life,
My life,
Oh yeah,
The rhythm of my life,
This is the rhythm of the night,
The night,
Oh yeah,
The rhythm of the night,
This is the rhythm of my life,
My life,
Oh yeah,
The rhythm of my life,

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you can't have a rainbow
without the rain and the rain is just part of
life...

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ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ. » Hi there, the name is Avalanche. If you decide to get to know me better, I happily answer to Av, Lance or whatever you wish to label me. I'm a common grey wolf, nothing special. Over a legion of moonrises ago, I turned five. This means, that although I am a bit of an intellectual, I'm still fairly young. At times, I can be immature, but mostly I'm quite the opposite. Anyway, read on if you want to be educated on my personality. Like the average wolf, I'm quite slender, yet am not to slim. My shoulders and chest are fairly broad and my back gradually slopes down, until you reach my tail. It's fairly fluffy, and always tickles my nose at night. My muzzle is shorter, more blunt, than a females', yet it is wide and my muscular neck, thick. A thick layer of fur insulates me day and night.

ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ » I am not one for dilly dally, idle chitchat. Once I start something, I finish it and refuse to halt or rest until I do so - a stubbornness that won't let much slip. Over time, I've has grown a strong dislike for people who sit around, complying when they could be doing something. I takes every opportunity to improve my hunting skills - which I'm determined to hone to perfection - and to help my friends alike. In anyway possible. With the way I hold herself, there is an air of sensibility, responsibility and pride that surrounds me as well as a sharp tongue and mind. I can become dryly sarcastic if I dislike you, but I would never cause someone deliberate or unprovoked harm. I have a knack for weaselling out of trouble, and a calculating mindset. However much I enjoy the company of others, I like being alone and am quite thoughtful.

ｍｙ ｓｔｏｒｙ » I feel I should tell you of my past. My father, Ruben, was a loner who lived just outside the territory who stole prey and played in the rivers. One evening, a young but brave she-wolf named Birch was padding along with her pups when she stumbled across him. She was protective of her pups because their father had died days earlier. She saw the wolf and he fell head over heels for her. After warning him not to return, Ruben confessed her beauty and Birch felt herself grow to like him. She began to bring him food and spend nights with him. As she brought him food one time, she didn't know that, meanwhile, her pack was in a losing battle against rogues. Only after returning when she saw some shadows running through the woods, did she find the devastation. That was when it hit her. The next time she went to visit Ruben, he told her that he was a rogue - told to befriend most wolves so that they weren't there when they attacked - but that he loved her. Birch was devastated and after giving birth to his pups, she fled. Over time I was taken in as the only survivor out of my siblings...