Whispers of the Past -Warrior Cat RP- Form Thread

[Caela]

Here is the RP itself.
Here is the discussion thread. Please keep all completely OOC comments there.

This is where you can post your character forms! Please use your own form. The requirements are a physical description (image or words), a personality that is at least five lines long, and a history that is at least four lines long. Remember to PM your forms to me and wait for me to accept them before posting here. Also, please turn signatures off!

[Caela]

Dawnstar

[|] 46 Moons [|] ♀ [|]
[|] Leader [|] OakClan [|]

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Appearance
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Eyes: Amber
Nose: Black/Brown
Pelt Colors: Brown, Dark Brown, Golden-Brown, Black
Pelt Type: Classic Tabby
Fur Length: Medium Length
Height: Tall for her age
Build: Muscular, Broad-Shouldered

Dawnstar is a descendant of Oakpelt, the dissenter's leader, and shares his brown tabby markings. She has both dark brown and black stripes and her underbelly and muzzle are a golden-brown color. She is a classic tabby, so her markings are more of a target shape than anything and her fur is a bit longer than that of a short hair but not quite as long as a long hair's. She is an inch or two taller than most of her clanmates and more muscular than many of them too. She has the build of a fighter but, oddly enough, is not a naturally skilled warrior.



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Designation
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Current Name: Dawnstar
Former Name(s): Dawnkit, Dawnpaw, Dawnleaf
Nickname(s): None
Preferred Name: Dawnstar

Dawnstar has her name for two reasons. Her mother, Dawnfur, died in kitting. Dawnstar shared her mother's amber eyes and the fur on her underbelly and muzzle was the same color as Dawnfur's, so her father named her Dawnkit. Because she is the leader, the suffix of her name is star, of course.


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Personality
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Creative
Gentle
Independent
Patient
Reserved
Trusting
Wise

Dawnstar thinks her actions through but can make split-second decisions if she has to. She does very well under pressure and doesn't easily get stressed. If there is a peaceful way out of something, Dawnstar will try to find and use it. She does not want violence but knows that sometimes it is unavoidable. She is patient and puts up with complaining and whining, but you don't want to get on her bad side. She could kill a cat easily if she provoked enough, but getting her to that point is very difficult. She will trust what others say though is most certianly not a gullible cat. Dawnstar does sometimes trust too much and finds herself or a Clanmate hurt because of it and being too ready to accept what another cat says is a great weakness of hers. It has caused the leader much suffering. She keeps her thoughts and emotions to herself and does her best to prevent them from influencing her choices. Dawnstar does not need others to help her survive and likes her independence. She has no need for someone else to compliment her in order to feel wanted.


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History & Relationships
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Mother: Dawnfur (deceased)
Father: Bramblefur (deceased)
Sisters: None
Brothers: Flamekit (deceased)
Crush: None (but I'm a rebel, it might happen)
Mate:None, it is not permitted
Kits: None, it's not permitted
Mentor: Whiteleaf (deceased)
Apprentices: Yewpaw (deceased), Daisyfur (kittypet)
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Dawnstar's mother Dawnfur, died of blood loss during her kitting. She had one brother, Flamekit. He was a very sickly kit and died shortly after his birth. Dawnstar never really needed someone else in her life and she wasn't close to her father or any other cat. When she became an apprentice, she was horrid at battle training, but she put hours and hours of practice into improving and eventually became a fearsome warrior and an equally skilled hunter. She achieved her strength mainly through practice and is particularly found of the saying "practice makes perfect". She became less withdrawn as time passed but has always kept a certain amount of her reserved nature. She was given her first apprentice a few moons after becoming a warrior but the young cat was killed by a fox. Dawnstar received another apprentice about five moons later. Her apprentice finished her training but was taken by two-legs. Dawnstar later became deputy when her leader had only one life left and took leadership of the Clan about three moons later.


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Weaknesses & Strengths
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Weaknesses

[i]hi○ She avoids punishing cats on occasion
○ Her fighting skill is not a natural talent, it was obtained mainly through hours and hours of practice
so she lacks many of the natural instincts of a born warrior
○ Sometimes too trusting

Strengths

○ Quick-thinker
○ Wise
○ Creative

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Hawkpaw

[|] 10 Moons [|] ♂ [|]
[|] Apprentice [|] MorningClan [|]

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Appearance
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Eyes: Blue
Nose: Black
Pelt Colors: Pale Grey, Light, Medium & Dark Blue-Grey, Black
Pelt Type: Mackerel Tabby
Fur Length: Long
Height: Short for his Age
Build: Small, Scrawny

Hawkpaw is not much to look at, literally. He has very standard tabby markings and doesn't really have any notable features in his pelt except for a smattering of white to pale grey flecks across his sides. Most cats notice Hawkpaw's eyes before anything else, and for good reason. They contain a wide range of blue hues, ranging from a bright turquoise to a deep ultramarine blue and scattered all throughout his irises are tiny chips of sky blue.


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Designation
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Current Name: Hawkpaw
Former Name(s): Hawkkit
Nickname(s): None as of Now
Preferred Name: Hawkpaw

Hawkpaw's parents had no real reason for giving him that particular name. The most sound explanation is that he was named in honor of his maternal grandfather but he cannot be sure. Quite obviously the suffix of his name is paw because he is an apprentice.




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Personality
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Afraid of Change
Argumentative
Calculating
Curious (but finds it hard to learn)
Emotional
Perfectionist
Sensitive
Sharp Tongue
Slightly Withdrawn
Slow to Understand New Things
Temperamental
Unthinking
Worrier
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Hawkpaw can read other cats like a book. He is very familiar with body language and can tell how a cat is feeling based on its tone of voice, not to mention his uncanny ability to read lips (though not all too well). He uses his knowledge of how other cats feel and what has happened to his advantage in verbal fights, making him a formidable opponent in any verbal conflict. Despite his expertise in this particular field, he is not the sharpest claw on the paw. He has a lot of trouble understanding much of what his mentor tells him even though he wants to learn how to fight, hunt, and just gain knowledge about the world around him. Hawkpaw is easily irritated by this but often backs his understanding of something with unsheathed claws. Nevertheless, he is a perfectionist and will do his best in all things. He cares alot about what his Clanmates think of him and finds it humiliating that he does not hunt or fight well. This apprentice worries about everything, even going as far as to worry about not worrying. Hawkpaw does not often share his emotions with others and instead keeps them bottled up, ready to explode at any time and throw him into an emotional state of torment. If he were to snap like that, he almost certainly be rendered insane and be forced leave the Clan, though he would definitely die within a moon if he were to live on his own. Despite this, Hawkpaw does his best to protect his Clan.


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History & Relationships
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Mother: River (loner, fate unknown)
Father: Jack (kittypet, alive)
Sisters: Kipper (kittypet, alive)
Brothers: Shard (loner, fate unknown)
Crush: None
Mate:None
Kits: None
Mentor: Silverfeather
Apprentices: None (duh)
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Hawkpaw was born to a warrior named Riverwind and a kittypet by the name of Jack and had two siblings, Shardkit and Goldenkit. Riverwind wanted to be able to stay with her mate and left MorningClan with her three kits to live in Jack's nest, only to be turned away by the twolegs that owned her mate. She fled with the kits but Goldenkit and Hawkkit escaped her, not wanting to be forced to live as loners. Hawk returned to MorningClan but his sister did not want the life of a warrior and chose to try to find a kittypet house. Jack found her wandering near his nest and carried her home, and to his surprise the twolegs took her in, changing her name to Kipper. Why they kept Kipper when she was alone but not when she was with her mother and siblings in a mystery to Hawkpaw, but all he knows is that she is okay. Hawkkit returned to MorningClan and was soon made an apprentice to Silverfeather. Since then he has trained hard despite his lack of skill as a warrior and is waiting hopefully for his warrior ceremony.


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Weaknesses & Strengths
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Weaknesses

○ Not a skilled warrior or hunter
○ Does not always think
○ Emotionally distraught
○ Not all too bright

Strengths

○ His curiosity means he sometimes asks questions that cause others to realize a flaw
○ Able to know how others are feeling and can use that to his advantage in a verbal conflict
○ Does his best at everything

[fiddlesticks.]

y o u s a y t o o l a t e t o s t a r t
－ g o t y o u r h e a r t i n a h e a d l o c k ,
y o u k n o w y o u ' r e b e t t e r t h a n t h i s

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[ user→ ]

a'iyo, the name's the legacy . i've had my name shortened to scarlett or scar, but feel free to call me whatever you like. c:
[ name→ ]

"acid. simple, yet cool."

acid, named for her acid-like green eyes. it was a name she had chosen herself, therefore changing her previous one. she now only goes by acid, and will not answer otherwise.
[ gender→ ]

"are you joking?"

female. i thought it was rather obvious, with her sleek build and cool british accent. my advice would be to not ask her that again.
[ age→ ]

"old enough. i've got a lot of fight in me, so be sure not to push your limits."

acid is only sixteen months old - still young, yes? she's got the headstrong ability like one so!
[ rank→ ]

"rank? pfft, i go by no such things!"

acid is and forever will be a loner. or as she puts it, a traveler.

[ history → ]

perhaps it'd be better to ask her. even i'm still a bit fuzzy.

"hmph. my history, eh? well, aren't you a prodding character. alright .. i'll tell you. i was born very far away, in a place called .. the united kingdom, i believe? i don't know, humans come up with crazy names. anyway, i was born to my mother in a pet shop, called "paws and friends". originally, i had been named kimmie, but i never liked the name. i wasn't the only child my mother had - i was one of three, of her very first litter. everyday we were fed and cleaned. i didn't necessarily have a bad childhood, i can't complain. but bloody hell, how i hated it there! confined behind cold bars, cramped against my family, coming out only when the humans allowed it. that was no life! i never understood how my family loved it there so much. sure, it was warm and we were fed, but i wanted to see what else was out there, beyond my little cage. i was only ever let out once, and once was all i needed. i was a clever kit. a little human wanted to adopt a kitten, and myself and my two brothers were let out to play. while everyone else was busy, i snuck out, and escaped the pet store. i didn't look back. not once.

life in the city .. lemme tell you, it wasn't easy. i guess i'd been so used to my food being brought to me, i didn't really understand that i had to now get it myself. for a few months i'd been living on my own, taking scraps and stealing and fighting. i turned into a real city cat. but then emilee .. oh god, emilee. lemme tell you about this female. she was about my age, and .. i don't know, i just fell head over heels for her. we totally clicked. i don't know, she kinda got me, you know? but it wasn't to last .. emilee fell ill to tuberculosis that fall, and every day i went out of my way to tend to her. but her death was inevitable. she died on a cold winter night, while i was on my way to bring her back a frozen chicken leg i had found in some dumpster.

after losing my childhood love, i knew i couldn't stay there. i left the city, changed my name, and instead tried to make refuge by the local pier. i didn't realize exactly what those big .. things, in the water were doing. boats, i think they're called? anyway, one day i was feeling curious and i decided to climb aboard, and that's when i got my sea legs. i traveled with other cats as the only female, across large seas. the boating was alright, it's just .. i hate fish. aha.

soon, we arrived to a different shore and i left. and now here i am, wandering ever since. trying to start anew."
[ personality → ]

"can't you already figure this out by yourself?"

acid is very short-tempered and direct. she will bring things out bluntly, and does not care who it hurts.
none
[ crush → ]

since emilee, acid has had no interest in anyone. however, her orientation is pansexual.
himself.
[ kits → ]

none
[ kin → ]

none

none
[ theme song → ]

headlock by imogen heap.

[Synamiic]

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Name:

Silverfeather

Gender:

She-cat

Age:

33 moons

Clan:

Morningclan

Rank:

Warrior

Ｏｎ ｔｈｅ Ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ

Pelt color:

Silver-grey

Fur length:

Long

Eye color:

Bright Green

Size:

Average, maybe smaller

Markings:

Mixed Tabby Stripes, and a scar down her left eye

Ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

Personality:

Silverfeather is timid to any cat at first, however she's quick to defend a clan member. She is really awkward around others, and thus keeps to the sidelines. She prefers to be reserved and think through a situation rather than run into it headfirst. Silverfeather also has a deep soft spot for kits. She loves to play games with them or tell them stories. Her soft spot also makes her really protective of any kit, even if from another clan. She believes their innocence is the cutest thing in the world.

History:

Silverfeather was born in the clan like most other cats. However her parents decided to leave the clan, as they didn't believe in clan customs and preferred Thornclan to their clan. Silverfeather attempted to follow them, because she loved them, but her father turned her away and left the scar that covers her left eye.

Kin:

Wraith - Father, Mistwing - Mother (Both assumed deceased)

Secret crush:

N/A

Mate:

N/A

Kit(s):

N/A

[Luscinia]

Silver tabby - Snakeeye
Black and white - Blackmoon

Both thirty-six moons

Both toms

Both of Morningclan

Blackmoon - Medicine cat
Snakeeye - Warrior

✖ "What do you want? Leave me be, I do not have any time for this!" ✖

As you can probably tell by the way he's speaking, Blackmoon is quite the unsocial cat, spending most of his days hidden away in the medicine den, or out in the forest gathering herbs. His job is his passion, his one and only love. Many cats can tell you as cold and distant as he is, the females tend to describe him as attractively mysterious and suave. While you could say those things are true, he doesn't really like compliments like those, and he definitely doesn't want to be the center of attention. These traits make him the polar opposite of his littermate, Snakeeye. Despite this fact, the brothers seem to get along surprisingly well when Blackmoon finds the time to speak with him.

ღ "Hmm? You... Want to learn about me?" ღ

Now, back on the road of Snakeeye and Blackmoon being complete opposites... Snakeeye absolutely loves being around other cats, especially when he's being paid attention to in a positive way. He can be a bit of a flirt, but he keeps these moments under control and places them as discretely as possible. He's quite the gentleman, and actually considers the well-being of all of his clanmates with concern. Though, his flamboyancy and laid-back attitude makes it hard for any cat to actually take him seriously. He desires to be not only love, but a well-respected member of the clan. He's definitely more of a lover than a fighter, but he has great speed, stamina, wonderful eyesight, and wits to bring him through in a battle.

✖ "... Ask Snakeeye our pasts. I can't speak of it while I'm working." ✖

ღ "Alright... So now our pasts..." ღ

A young queen, named Lynxstripe, had just given birth to two handsome toms. A silver kit who looked just like his mother, and a jet black kit that looked just like his father, Shadestep. She watched her two newborn kits nurse with a heavy heart- just a few days before going into labor, her mate had died of a sickness that was found too late to be treated. So, the duo grew up fatherless, but paid no mind to the lack of a male figure in their lives. They spent too much time playing with the other kits to be concerned about it, anyway. But concern did come up when their mother, their only caretaker, took a sharp turn for the worse. Nobody could figure out what was happening, but everyone knew it couldn't be good.

Lynxstripe died when her kits were five moons, just a moon away from their apprentice ceremony. For the moon being, they spent their days hiding inside the nursery as orphaned kits until the day of their apprenticeship arrived. Snakekit had no idea that Blackkit had been visiting the medicine cat for a while, and was stunned to find that Blackpaw was given to the medicine cat as an apprentice, while Snakepaw was given to one of the clan's best hunters.

Not much to the past, actually.

✖ "What kind of sick joke is this, fool!?" ✖

Blackmoon has no love interest, and nor is he looking for one. He'd much rather focus on his work than focus on a lover.

ღ "Ohohoho... Curious, are we?" ღ

Snakeeye currently doesn't have a love life, but I'm open to him having one. PM me if you're interested.

✖ "Tell me, how blind are you? And is there any herb I can give you that'll help your stupidity?" ✖

Blackmoon, being the runt of the litter, is much smaller than his brother. Though, he's definitely just as handsome as he is. He has a thick black coat with white paws, chest, throat, and chin. He has narrowed, dull marsh green eyes.

ღ "I'm beautiful, aren't I?" ღ

Snakeeye is a tall, lean tom-cat with a thick light grayish-brown coat with black tabby markings. He has tall, pointed ears with small black tufts on both of the tips, and his round eyes are a yellow-brown coloring.

[robin.]

Smokestar
Tomcat
Fifty-nine (59) moons
Leader (five lives)
MorningClan
No love

Self Assured
Dominating Behavior
Authoritative
Natural Leader
Focused

Short, thin, pale gray tabby fur covers the slender, lethal body of this authoritative tomcat. The striking bright silver eyes of his don't hide any anger when someone wrongs him or thinks that they can get away with disobeying orders that are very important or willingly, and knowingly, going against the warrior code. Smokestar can be a very difficult cat to get along with, but some admire the way he leads the clan and thinks over all of his options before making a decision. Though he would be considered an older cat, just teetering on the edge of being considered an elder, he still has a lot of kick still left in him and he uses this positive aspect to still lift his chin and say that he can train an apprentice, fight off a fox, or stand his own against a dog.

"The past is often best left in the past."
Those are the nine words you're most likely to hear when you ask Smokestar about what growing up was like for him. He has experienced the pain of mourning for a lost loved one, the heartache of falling in love with a cat from the opposite clan, the regret of blowing serval others off because he was blinded by love, and the stress of trying to keep the peace between everyone. All of this happen in fifty-three of his fifty-nine moons and he hates to talk about any of it to anyone that isn't himself.
There has been Sunstep - a stunning sandy colored she-cat from OakClan who he had fallen head over heels for. Obviously, it hadn't worked out between the two and she ended up having kits with a tomcat from her own clan while Smokestar, then Smokefur, had gone on to train his second apprentice, Quickpaw. The little brown tabby she-cat was a bundle of energy and sass, but the two got along very well. He became more like a father to her than a mentor and was beyond devastated when she was killed by a fox after he had sent her out to hunt on her own while he sorted out the patrols. For the longest time Somkefur felt like it was his fault. Of course, how was he to know that a fox had wandered in to the territory before anyone had been out that morning?
Just a couple of moons later there had been the disappearance of his brother, Rainclaw. He and Rainclaw had been close before the black and white tomcat had disappeared without a trace one night. The news hit Smokefur hard and he is still trying to get over this loss.

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Sedgepaw
She-cat
Ten (10) moons
Apprentice
OakClan
No love

Faithful
Possessive
Brave
Impatient
Disobedient

At home with the shadowing forest around her, Sedgepaw often slips off to avoid training in the mornings if she's up early enough, claiming that she is going to hunt. Sedgepaw is defiantly not one who gets scared or nervous when she is told that she is going to have to take on something bigger than herself, and will plunge in with her whole heart. Though she seems lazy, her clan and her clanmates are the first thing on her mind when she's trianing and wants to help as much as she can, but at her own pace.

It all started with an outsider stumbled into the territory, her belly swelled with two kits, begging a patrol to let her join the clan to make sure her young would be safe. The patrol took her back to the camp and she was accepted with little hesitance. After all, who would turn away a queen? She never gave her real name, though, only muttered that they could call her Fawn before she half stored herself away in the nursery.
Less than a moon later the black she-cat gave birth to two kits - a black, white, and gray splotched tomcat with blue eyes and a black and white she-cat with pale green-yellow eyes. Fawn named them Newtkit and Sedgekit with the help of another queen in the nursery. They weren't very strong and got sick very easily a lot, which took a hard toll on Newtkit, who passed away when he was just a couple of weeks old. Sedgepaw was then monentered closely by the medicince cat until she was dubbed well enough to return to her mother when she was three moons of age. But, by then, her mother had left the clan without more than a couple of words that informed them to take care of her kit.
Three moons later this little black and white she-cat was standing in front of OakClan receiving her apprentice name and a mentor to teach her the ways of the Warrior Code, how to hunt properly, and how to fight. Now four work filled moons later, she's almost ready to become a warrior in just about two moons.

[ErwinSmith]

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The Basic Information

Name Meaning;
He was named 'Firekit' for his flame like pelt. He was later named 'Firestorm' for he was
a good hunter and a fine opponent in battle, but his most apparent trait was his
unpredictable, violent temper and otherwise calm demeanor.
Age;
24 Moons
Gender;
Tom
Clan;
Oakclan
Rank;
Warrior
History;
Firestorm was born into a broken family. His father was some loner, rouge, kitty-pet, a
cat from a different clan or one from his own. He never knew, and his mother,
Russetnose, likely hadn't a clue as well. He had four brothers, Redkit and
Foxkit were the only two of his siblings that lived long enough to be named.
Redkit was the sweetest of the three, Foxkit was as bitter and aloof as his
mother and Firekit was a mixture of both his brothers. Russetnose had a hard
time loving Redkit, and never paid much attention to him. It was while she
was "watching" him was he taken by a hawk. Foxkit had been the most
rebellious of the three, and ate a deadly amount of Yarrow and was in the
medicine den for many moons before dying. With her favorite kit dead,
Russetnose left in the dead of the night, leaving Firekit just two days before his
apprentice ceremony.

Physical Traits

Pelt;
A beautiful, handsome, vibrant red tabby much like an overwhelming wild fire. His pelt
consists of the brightest orange known to the cat's eye, veined with russet stripes
and leaves a soothing cream where the coloring doesnt hit as extremely
Eyes;
Compared to his lively pelt his eyes are disappointingly dull. The green could be much
more vibrant, but remains a calm olive tone. Though it isnt the most pleasing visual,
it adds a more interesting sense to his overall appearance
Build;
Firestorm is of no special stature and is quite average in size and mass for a tom. He
does, however have a longer claw length than most; that makes him slightly unique, but
nothing too recognizable is seen in his silhouette.
Scent;
Very musky, with hints of something similar to a bitter cedar smell.
Voice Claim;
"This Too Shall Pass" by Danny Schmidt

Personal Attributes

Good Traits;
Passionate, protective, independent, witty, confident, loyal, honest, and alert
Bad Traits ;
Short tempered, brash, aggressive and dominant in nature
Fears;
Death by water, for a cat that lives near a stream, he is no skilled swimmer.
Ambitions;
He aspires to be Deputy or Leader one day.

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[ErwinSmith]

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The Basic Information

Name Origin;
"Birch" came from his grey tabby pelt. All his littermates were named after trees,
and he happened to make a good 'Birchkit, according to his mother. "Cloud" comes
from his calm, trusting aura.
Age;
36 Moons
Gender;
Tom
Clan;
Oakclan
Rank;
Medicine Cat
History;
Birchcloud came from a large litter of six, the lot of them were named after trees.
There was Beechkit, Cedarkit, Rowankit, Aspenkit, and Yewkit. Birchkit grew up
very happily. Their mother, Rabbitflower, loved them very much. Their father was
a mystery but she said that his light shined in all of them. All of them were a mix
of browns and reds, except Aspenkit and Birchkit, who were told they looked much
like their father. Moons came and went and before long they were all adults. Things
were happy enough until their mother died of age. Yewtooth and Rowanfang--
Birchcloud's fiesty, strong sisters, died by the mouth of a twoleg's dog; they would have
lived if they accepted defeat and fled. Beechwhisker decided the kitty-pet life was for
him and is now happily living in a twoleg home. Cedar, once Cedarpelt, decided that his
calling is to not be a clancat but to travel the forest, helping lone cats in need. And sweet
Aspentail found love with a kind kittypet and the two of them live in a twoleg home; she
didnt like it at first, but the strange, bountiful food and kind care she recieved had changed
her mind. Birchcloud now remains with no nearby family, but he is happy for all his brothers
and sisters, though he dreadfully misses them all, he knows that they have lived their lives
the way they wanted to, this was his path and those were theirs. He wouldnt have it any
other way.

Physical Traits

Pelt;
A fine and delicate flow of the lightest silvers to stormy grays. his silvers are most
common around his eyes, inner ears, throat, chest, underbelly, banding on the legs and
paws. The foggy grays cover his back, flank, tail, outer legs and forehead. Through out
his body, he is veined by a darker gray, having a splash of red seen no where else, but
on his nose
Eyes;
A crisp, fresh, liquid teal. Like the color of the sky through the veil of a clear
rushing river, or the sky on a sunny leaf-bare's morning.
Build;
Birchcloud is a very tall, slim tom. Certainly above average height, but nothing
too extreme really. Hes rather gracefully build with lean muscle that isn't accustomed to
battle, and will do poorly if he were to fend for himself if he was outmatched in agility
and cleverness.
Scent;
He has a defined, pungent musk' it is best described as every plant in existence.
The unique, strong scent is all due to his work as a medicine cat.
Voice Claim;
"Free Until They Cut Me Down" by Iron & Wine

Personal Attributes

Good Traits;
Wise, confident, humorous, honest and generally calm in nature
Bad Traits ;
Curt, stubborn, sarcastic, and can be arrogant time to time
Fears;
The certainty of death to others and no way to stop it.
Ambitions;
He is tempted by the idea of a mate and kits, but will call it a good life if he doesn't
kill anyone (Certainly subject to forbidden romance. If anyone is game for borderline
cliche drama, feel free to contact me.)

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[Luscinia]

This would be Pluto, a female loner of twenty-five moons. As of now, Pluto doesn't belong in any clan, and is a loner. One important to note about this certain loner, is the fact that she is expecting kits, and they're due any day now. She doesn't have a mate, and she doesn't have a crush at the moment. Pluto isn't the friendliest of cats out there, but that's because she's never had any interaction with her own species. This meaning, she's very untrusting and independent. She acts very cold towards others, though she typically doesn't mean what she says. She is also notably skittish and paranoid. But I must warn you, when her kits come, she'll be very protective of them, so take caution when going near her at that time. Pluto can act "mood-swingy" at times. For example, sometimes, she'll go from friendly, to depressed in just a split second. Never ask her what's wrong, because she hates talking about her feelings. It makes her feel weak, and that is the last thing she wants to be seen as.

Pluto's mother, a lovely white female named Silk, was bred with a famed show cat named Lucian. The young female didn't mind the idea of having kits, but hadn't expected her owner to die in an accident. Confused by a human's absence, Silk wandered outside of her home and began to rome the streets in search for her owner. After giving up on the search, she realized she was lost, and that's when another pregnant female found her. This female, a gray female named Smog, later on served as a what we humans call a "midwife" when Silk went into labor, and then as a nanny when Silk wanted a break from the kits. The two females' kits lived together, as close as any cat could get. These kittens' names were Pluto, Neptune, Smudge, Streak, and Splash.

But one day, Silk never returned from one of her breaks, leaving Smog all alone for taking care of these five kits. But this was a great challenge, and she lost all but one in the process. Neptune and Streak had been taken away by a dog, Splash had died in the frost, and Smudge died of illness. Pluto, however, was alive and well. So Smog cherished Pluto like she was her own kit all along, and formed a close-knit relationship. A beautiful tale, really, but it doesn't end so perfectly.

Smog died of a disease as well, leaving Pluto on her own. She scored the entire city in search for someone to help her in life, but all the cats rejected her or even tried to attack her. Until a handsome tom, of a cream color, found this poor cat alone on the ground. He introduced himself as Cider, and the two quickly fell for each other. But the friendship wouldn't last after Pluto went into heat, and Cider being a tom, responding to that. He realized that he didn't want to be a father, and politely, asked Pluto if he could leave and carry on with his old life. Hesitantly and sadly, the female let him be, and she too went on with her life.

It's been two moons since that happened, and her kits are about to come. During this time, she's realized how liberating it is to be on your own, but how lonely and rough it can be as well.

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it was a particularly unremarkable day. Up in the mountains a she-cat by the name of Rushing Wind gave birth to a litter of four healthy kits, Fluttering Bird, Stone Step, Minnow Splash and Vixen's Fire. Each kit had a completely different personality and each harboured different skills. As they grew older the siblings stuck together like glue, one afternoon their father Flame Shadow and unfortunately due to an eagle, Vixen Fire's three siblings were whisked away, and she would have been too, had she not been able to worm herself into a little crack in a nearby rock. When her father came to survey the damage, she weaselled out and sprang to him, her little body shaking. Although Rushing Wind and Flame Shadow were distraught for losing their kits, they called Vixen Fire's survival a miracle. This event greatly shook up the small family and they decided along with the other tribe cats that it was time to move on and find a new home, and after a long and arduous journey they found themselves at Oakclan, and Vixen's Fire became simply Vixenpaw, she has been promised the name of Vixenfire when she grows in homage to her past. She has served the clan as an apprentice ever since then. Vixenpaw is now ten moons old, she can vaguely remember the mountain, but not much of it, she has no crush currently and so has no mate, she would love kits of her own one day, but a word of warning, she will be a very protective mother. She excels at hunting and is slightly weaker at fighting due to her small size, but that does not mean she will go down without a fight. To sum her up in three words she could be described as: loyal, a day-dreamer, and bubbly.