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gender:............. she-catage:.................. 10 moonsrank:................. apprenticementor:............. honeycloudwarrior name:.... cottonbreezecrush:................ lionpaw⊰◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌⊱
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Cottonpaw is overall a giant furball, hence her nickname of "cottonball" that stuck with
her. She was blessed with long, soft, and fine cream-colored fur with the occasional
light brown stripe flecking her almost-tabby pelt. She has a small, very pink nose and
big, beautiful minty-green eyes that just can't be missed. Cottonpaw's stature is quite
small, giving her a kit-like appearance that absolutely aggravates her when mistaken.
Her small paws and small body do come as a great benefit for her, though, as she is a
very silent hunter and fighter who can tread in the forest during leaf-bare without
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"Oh, so I just suppose that all that information just wasn't enough for you,
huh? Fine, I suppose I could tell you my story. So my mama was a really
pretty she-cat named Bella, who was what twolegs call a 'purebred' cat,
and they took her everywhere and she would compete with other
'purebred' cats to see who was the prettiest. I don't really get it, either,
but Papa used to say that I would've been just like mama if I hadn't
come here. Papa was a clan cat, and his name was Owlflight. I got my
fur and eye colors from mama, and my big eyes and brown-ish stripes
are from Papa. Mama and Papa had said that they met each other for
the first time when my mama was getting ready for another competition,
and Papa was looking for pretty she-cats to flirt with. They fell in
love just like that, and boom! I was born!
Oh, but great StarClan, apparently Mama's twolegs were really really
mad when they found out that Mama fell in love with a cat who wasn't
'purebred'. I vaguely remember cuddling up next to Mama in our tiny
little cage as the angry twolegs were banging on the door and yelling at
us. Mama decided that I couldn't live like that, so she waited, and waited,
and waited for Papa to come back so that we could escape. I could see
Papa through the invisible barrier that twolegs call a 'window' sometimes
when Mama was sleeping, but he just couldn't find a way in. Well, things
just got worse from there-on. The twolegs started getting more violent,
and sometimes they would take me away from Mama and pinch me or
poke at me, which really hurt. Mama would always be crying when that
happened, and would scratch at the cage door to try to unlock herself.
She was never successful, and this cycle would repeat whenever the
twolegs decided to come back.
That was, until one day, when I woke up to find Papa clawing and biting
at the lock on the cage door. I woke up Mama quickly and the three of us
tried to figure out how to open the cage door before the twolegs would get
back. One of my claws even got hurt from that! We were finally able to
open the cage door after a really long time, and we escaped through the
window.
Now, so Papa didn't know what to do, now that we were outside. Mama had
no idea how to hunt, and Papa couldn't come back to the clan with both of
us, so we made a small, safe and cozy den inside of a tunnel where Mama
and I could stay, and Papa would come back for us whenever he could. This
all worked out for about a moon, and Papa would come back every couple
of sunrises or so with a big amount of fresh-kill for us to eat while he was
gone. Then, leaf-bare came around. Papa wasn't able to visit very often at
all, and we were lucky if he came back even once after seven sunrises with
even one piece of fresh-kill. Mama always protected me on cold nights, and
would curl around me to keep me warm, since she said that she had a bigger
body to fight off more cold than I could. I think Mama was just saying that to
reassure me, because she came down with greencough before even a moon
passed into leaf-bare. Papa still wouldn't come back, and Mama was too weak
to go looking for berries, so I would go by myself to find leaves that she could
eat, with hopes that they were all safe. There was one day, though, when I
smelled mouse, and so I chased after the skinny little thing, and caught it! I
was so excited, since it was the first time I ever caught anything, and I was
determined to give it to Mama. Mama told me that I did a good job, and she
ate every single little bit of it.
Mama died the next day, just a little while before Papa finally came. I had
never seen Papa look so broken before, all hunched over my once-beautiful
mama's body, which was then frail and sickly with death. I helped Papa bury
Mama, and I said goodbye to her, and Papa took me over to camp, where I
joined in as a five-moon-old kit.
Since then, Papa disappeared, and was found dead next to Mama's grave. I
guess he loved her so much that he died for her. I hope I can love someone
that much one day." 
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▻ name:............ stormstrike
▻ gender:.......... tom
▻ age:............... 32 moons
▻ rank:.............. warrior
▻ kin:................ none
▻ apprentice:..... lionpaw
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▻ hard-headed
▻ strategically-bright
▻ polite
▻ humble
▻ loyal
▻ ethical
specialty: brute, on-ground combat
weakness: agility and heights
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█████████████████████████▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ physical appearance ▃▃▃▃Stormstrike is a very sturdy, muscular, and rather
handsome tom. He has short, dark gray tabby fur
with a stark-white underbelly. His eyes are a very
distinct and clouded blue, almost as if there is a
"storm" trapped inside. Being a very large and
tall cat, Stormstrike is certain to be a threat to
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As a young tom, Stormstrike had not matured in an environment of misery, grief, or neglect. Quite on the contrary, Stormstrike had been the young prodigy of the clan and the absolute pride of his parents. Stormkit, at the time, was a very intelligent and healthy kit, and had even been larger than a couple of the smaller apprentices. Proclaimed to be the "perfect warrior", he was incessantly receiving praises from the queens, and was very popular amongst his denmates. However, Stormkit, having had no littermates, did not care much for this attention, and had always preferred a life of solitude and modesty.
With the addition of 'paw to his name, Stormstrike did not change much in his bridging over to apprenticeship. He was the cat to ask for advice from, the cat to learn a new move from, the cat who lent a shoulder to anyone- you name it. Once again popular amongst most cats, Stormpaw had become quite the charmer with his polite and kind attitude. In training, Stormpaw excelled in every ground hunting technique and combat move, and had even earned peers to watch his training sessions. That was, until one day, he was introduced to trees. Stormpaw gripped onto the trunk and dug his claws into the bark, heaving himself onto a particularly high branch with ease. He was then instructed to leap at a nearby leaf, and when he inched forward, lifting a single paw up, Stormpaw slipped off of the bark and landed on the ground with a heavy, ground-shaking thud. His first flaw had crushed his perfect reputation.
Being the optimistic young tom he was, Stormpaw never thought much about his incapabilities of hunting in the trees. Stormpaw learned that he was a fighter rather than a hunter, and could use the best of his abilities in-battle. He accepted that StarClan gifted him with outstanding brute strength, but in return stole away his agility. And from that point on, Stormpaw no longer received even half the compliments he had before, and had no longer been widely famed to be the "perfect warrior". Stormstrike was quite content when receiving his warrior name as no more than an especially admirable tom, and now plans to live the rest of his days in service of his clan to protect his family that he loves so.
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gender:............. tomage:.................. 10 moonsrank:................. apprenticementor:............. redstrikewarrior name:.... duskshadow▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
◊ spunky
◊ bold
◊ egocentric
◊ adventurous
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Duskpaw is a cat of an average appearance, but has a personality big
enough to burst through his pelt. Duskpaw's pelt is a facade of charcoal-
brown and darker tabby lynx-like points striping across his breast and
down to his paws. Much like the color of the fading and dull sun of dusk,
Duskpaw's eyes are an orangey-brown- the color reflecting that of his
own underbelly. He is of a lithe and skinny build, though his haunches
visibly show a gradual maturing of his male body (which he loves to boast
about). His brown-ish and black pelt comes in very handy when stalking
amongst the bushes, especially during leaf-fall, and allows Duskpaw to
not only slink through the shadows without sound, but almost invisibly, too.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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