➶ A Forest of Storms ➶ Discussion and Forms

[phanypack]

The Brave and Loyal

LEADER
➵ Fawnstar

DEPUTY
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MEDICINE CAT
➵ {Reserved for Window.}

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
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WARRIORS
➵ Stormblaze

APPRENTICES
➵

QUEENS AND KITS
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[phanypack]

The Graceful and Sly

LEADER
➵ {Reserved for Window.}

DEPUTY
➵

MEDICINE CAT
➵ Moonsong

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
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WARRIORS
➵ Aspenwhisker
➵ Kestrelflight

APPRENTICES
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QUEENS AND KITS
➵

[phanypack]

The Strong and Noble

LEADER
➵ Rainstar

DEPUTY
➵

MEDICINE CAT
➵ Starlingfeather

MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
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WARRIORS
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APPRENTICES
➵ Splinterpaw

QUEENS AND KITS
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[phanypack]

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Name; Fawnstar.
Gender; Female.
Age; Forty two moons.
Rank; Timberclan's leader.
Clan; Timberclan.
Crush; -x-
Mate; -x-
Kits; -x-
Voice; Flower, Bambi.
Other; Nine lives.

Your name?

"My name is Fawnstar. Pleased to meet you."

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

"I am the loyal leader of my clan, Timberclan."

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

"Where do we start. I was born into Timberclan Forty two moons ago on leafbare's coldest
night. My mother, Finchflight, died kitting, along with my sister, Rosekit. My father,
Crowsong, found my brother and I shivering beside out mothers body. He raised us into our
apprentice ages, but he died in a battle with rogues. My brother was always protective of me,
and when we sat vigil, he always kept an eye on me. He is my only family left, and when he
told me he was going into a border battle, I knew that he wasn't coming back. I was right.
The deputy was dragging his body, along with other cats carrying other bodies, into camp.
From that day I developed a thicker skin. I was made deputy five moons later. Life was going by
so fast, I couldn't tell twenty moons had past until I received my rank as leader."

Positive traits and negative traits?

+ Climbing, fighting, running. Has excellent stamina. Strategic.

- Swimming, ice, hunting.

Likes and dislikes?

"I like kits, greenleaf, prey, and keeping my clan strong. I dislike rogues, battles, leafbare and death.''

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

"I have no cats I would say are close, other than my diciest family."

Describe your personality.

"Strategic and straight forwards. I can be a joker at times, but turn and be stern and strict. I am a "Wild card."

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

"Hmm, I have nine out of nine lives."

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Name; Starlingfeather.
Gender; Female.
Age; Twenty two moons.
Rank; Slateclan's Mecicine cat.
Clan; Slateclan.
Crush; -x-
Mate; -x-
Kits; -x-
Voice; Marie, Aristocats.

Your name?

"I am Starlingfeather."

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

"I am the hard working Medicine cat of Slateclan."

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

"Well, I was born into Slateclan a normal kit. While my other denmates were fascinated in fighting, I was fascinated in herbs.
I loved the smell of them, the fact I was helping cats. I became the medicine cat apprentice and I quickly learned every remedy,
every herb, every wound. I even started to know more than my mentor. When my mentor died, it was a very dark time in the
clan. She was loved by everyone. I felt I had the weight of the whole clan on my shoulders, for they came to me if they were
hurt, and I had no help. I quickly adapted to the hard work, and that's where we are now!"

Positive traits and negative traits?

+ Swimming, herbs and healing, strategic.

- Climbing, fighting, hunting.

Likes and dislikes?

"I like herbs, healing and greenleaf. I dislike leafbare, fighting and death."

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

"I have no cats I would say are close, other than my diciest family."

Describe your personality.

"Strategic and easy going. I love to put smiles on cats faces, joking or just being friendly."

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

"Not at the moment."

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Name; Aspenwhisker.
Gender; Male.
Age; Twenty moons.
Rank; Moorclan Warrior.
Clan; Moorclan.
Crush; -x-
Mate; -x-
Kits; -x-
Voice; Mufasa, Lion King.

Your name?

"My name is Aspenwhisker."

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

"I am a loyal warrior of Moorclan, from nose to tailtip."

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

"Well, I was born into Moorclan on a blistering greenleaf day, a raging lightning storm was passing. My mother, Swallowfeather,
gave birth to my sister and I. We grew up a normal life, training for warrior status and
fighting for our clan. When I got my warrior name, Aspenwhisker, my mother was killed by
rogues. I was left with my sister, Kestrelflight, for my father remains unknown."

Positive traits and negative traits?

+ Fighting, Stalking, running.

- Swimming, climbing.

Likes and dislikes?

"I like hunting and fighting for my clan. I dislike leafbare and annoying kits."

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

"My sister."

Describe your personality.

"Strategic and strict. I am a flirt and joke a lot."

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

"Not at the moment."

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Name; Splinterpaw. {claw}
Gender; Male.
Age; Ten moons.
Rank; Slateclan Apprentice.
Clan; Slateclan.
Crush; -x-.
Mate; -x-
Kits; -x-
Voice; Berlioz, Aristocats.

Your name?

"My name is Splinterpaw!"

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

"Imma' apprentice of Slateclan!"

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

"Uhm, lets see. I was born during greenleaf. Um, it was raining? My father died
before I was born, and my mother died just a while ago.. I was only a kit. But
I'm an apprentice right now!"

Positive traits and negative traits?

+ Hunting, fighting, swimming.

- Stalking, climbing.

Likes and dislikes?

"I like hunting and keeping my clan safe! I hate leafbare."

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

"Crushes take up time. But maybe I'll find a pretty she-cat!"

Describe your personality.

"Bubbly and energetic. Always up to do anything!"

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

"Not at the moment."

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Name; Kestelflight.
Gender; Female.
Age; Twenty moons.
Rank; Moorclan warrior..
Clan; Moorclan.
Crush; -x-
Mate; -x-
Kits; -x-
Voice; Duchess, Aristocats.

Your name?

"My name is Kestrelflight, but darling, call me Kestrel."

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

"I am a loyal warrior of Moorclan."

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

"Well, I was born into Moorclan on a blistering greenleaf day, a raging lightning storm was passing. My mother, Swallowfeather,
gave birth to my brother and I. We grew up a normal life, training for warrior status and
fighting for our clan. When I got my warrior name, Kestrelflight, my mother was killed by
rogues. I was left with my brother, Aspenwhisker, for my father remains unknown."

Positive traits and negative traits?

+ Hunting, climbing, running. Outstanding stamina.

- Fighting.

Likes and dislikes?

"I like hunting and keeping my clan safe. I dislike leafbare, rogues and disloyal cats."

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

"Not at the moment, dear."

Describe your personality.

"Bubbly and energetic. Sweet, kind and mothering. A bit of a flirt."

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

"Not at the moment."

[storm coming.]

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name; Rainstar
age; Thirty moons old
gender; Tom
rank; Leader of whichever Clan
desired rank; Achieved
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"People want happiness, they don't want pain. But you can't have a rainbow without a little rain."

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Your name?

It's Rainstar.

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

I live in ? and I'm their leader.

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

Hmm... well, I was born in ? to a nursery queen called Lightwind. My littermates are in StarClan. They died at birth along with my mother. Lilyfur was my adoptive mother at the time. She died later on because of a new and unknown sickness. My father is a rogue named Blaze. I've never actually met him but my mother told me in a dream. As a kit, I was awfully lonely. But then a new litter was born and I made plenty of friends. I can remember becoming an apprentice so clearly. How proud and confident I felt. It seems like it was only yesterday. I received the name Rainpaw and my mentor was a cat named Snakepelt. I trained hard to show myself loyal to the Clan and I tried the best to be the best I could be. At twelve moons old, I was granted a warrior with the name Rainfall and I had to sit vigil all alone. It was awfully lonely that night. Then I eventually became deputy and now here I am. The leader of TigerClan.

Positive traits and negative traits?

Well, firstoff I'm pretty good at making decisions for my Clan if I do say so myself. I am a very skilled fighter and excellent at creating battle moves. I'm very good at leading my clanmates through hard times and pretty good at hunting. Okay, enough boasting! Lets move on to negative traits. Shall we?

I'm not very good at climbing trees. When it comes to hunting squirrels, I think that's pretty tricky! Oh and swimming is the worst. I can not swim. At all. I have a fear of the river, for I saw a warrior named Redpelt drown in it. If I come across a river, I usually freeze. Although, I am capable of fishing. Another thing I'm not very good at is crossing the thunderpath.

Likes and dislikes?

I like green leaf, mice, hunting, fighting, running, talking, gathering herbs, and pretty much just normal Clan life.

I dislike leaf bare, bossy or annoying apprentices, kits sneaking out of camp, empty freshkill pile, rogues, loners, and especially kittypets.

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

Nope, not yet.

Describe your personality.

I have to go help someone in the Clan. I'll have some other cat tell you.

Rainstar is very wise when it comes to making decisions for his clan. Such as leading them into battle. He can be swift when fighting or running, but he isn't very fast at making decisions. He takes his time and carefully plans out all the causes, effects, and possibilities. Rainstar can get a little stressed out with his responsibilities to his clan, but he can also be very fun. On the other hand, Rainstar is a little rude and uses a lot of sarcasm. He's not that good at hunting squirrels, due to his short legs. He's shy and quiet a lot, most cats think it's because he doesn't like them. But he does. He treats everyone with equality and no discrimination. You'll learn to love him. ♥

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

I have nine out of nine lives left.

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name; Stormblaze
age; Twenty one moons.
gender; Tom
rank; Young warrior of TimberClan.
desired rank; Deputy
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain."

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Your name?

Stormblaze is the name.

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

I live in TimberClan and I'm a warrior.

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

I was born a kittypet sadly. My mother was a house cat just across the thunderpath from me. I visited her often. All my siblings were adopted by two legs along with me. My father was unknown. I hated my soft pampered kittypet life so I ran away and found TimberClan. Now I am a warrior of the Clan.

Positive traits and negative traits?

I'm always focusing on the bright side of things, I'm a great scenter, and I'm very caring.

I'm not very good at fishing. I tried to fish from my twolegs bowl once. That small orange fish was impossible to catch for me.

Likes and dislikes?

I like Clan life and I hate my old kittypet life.

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

No not really.

Describe your personality.

Adventurous, curious, mischievous, noble, proud, swift, caring, kind, independent, helpful, polite, playful, fun, annoying, bossy, snobby, thinks before she speaks, reliable, trustworthy, honest, funny, loud, exciting, thinks carefully, cautious, wise, competitive, soothing, calm, joyful, loving, loyal, obedient, listens, talks a lot, sometimes shy and anti-social, ambitious, daring, troublesome, heart-warming, understanding, cheerful, brave, treats every cat with equality and no discrimination, lives in the present and doesn't dwell in the past, chooses ideas with deep thought, delicate, tough, and sweet.

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

Nope

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name; Moonsong
age; Fourteen moons
gender; She-Cat
rank; Medicine Cat of MC
desired rank; Achieved
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"People fall in love in mysterious ways. Maybe it's all part of a plan."

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Your name?

My name is Moonsong, nice to meet you.

Which Clan do you live in and what's your rank? Or are you a kittypet, loner, or rogue?

I live in MoorClan and I'm a medicine cat.

Your history and such? Tell me a little bit about yourself...

Lets see... the moon was shining bright on the night I was born to a mother named Goldenblaze. That's why she gave me the prefix of my name. Brightlight was my father. He died from a dog attack when I was twelve moons old, still an apprentice. I snuck out of camp and avenged his death, receiving my warrior name immediately.

Positive traits and negative traits?

Positive-
I'm skilled in battle, nice and easy to talk to, fun to be around, and hunts well.

Negative-
I'm horrible at tracking scents, I like to boss apprentices around, and I am not very good at hunting at night.

Likes and dislikes?

I like sunshine, the shadows, sharing with StarClan, gatherings, feeling the wind in my fur, and pines.

I dislike annoying kits, snobby apprentices, bossy apprentices, and hunting alone.

Any cat you're rather close to? A friend, kin, mate, kits, or even crush?

Nah

Describe your personality.

I'm not good at describing myself. Let someone else tell you.

She can be a bit obnoxious at sometimes with her corny jokes. Moonsong likes to flirt with the toms and loves attention. She's very sweet and kind, but she can be a little insulting or rude. Moonsong is shy when she doesn't know you, but is very talkative when you do get to know her. It's hard for her to make friends, but she tries often. And mostly succeeds. 

Before you go, is there anything else you want to say?

Nope, bye!

(Some parts of the form may be off: I copied from an old Roleplay of mine)

[phanypack]

Accepted. Good to see you.

[storm coming.]

Good to see you too! Should we start soon or nah?

[phanypack]

We should wait for Window. first, and we need others to fill up the deputy and warrior spaces.

[storm coming.]

Okay

[agile]

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deerpaw. female. twelve moons. voice - dovewing. timberclan apprentice. single. born to kittypets. born as kittypet. raised as an alleycat.
shy. nervous. overactive. overprotective. quiet. suffers from reactive attachment disorder and social phobia/social anxiety disorder.

❝ what's the problem? i never thought my history would be relevant to any cat. but, someone needs to let my bottle burst. so, i may go on a bit, i-is that okay? i was born as a kittypet, cream, i was. my parents were rocky and pearl. i never felt feeling towards them, to be honest. they were snappy old cats, but maybe that was just me. my other littermates loved them to shreds. i was the odd one out. i used to starve, sometimes, because i used to refuse to drink my mother's provided milk. she used to be a stranger to me, really. one day, the twolegs took us all to the vet. yes, i know what that means. i was a kittypet, so i lived with the twolegs! i learnt their ways! anyways, back to the story... -apparently i had a problem with loving my parents and saw them as strangers. they grew apart from me too. i think it hurt my ma, whenever she saw me tears built up in her eyes. i had small to no feelings for her, but my fathers was more like a complete strangers. let alone, he didn't like me for my problem. one day, while all of my littermates were asleep, my parents took me out to the alleyways at night. they stroked me and cleaned me and told me they loved me very much, but this was going to help me. they then took me to a dirty old she-cat. i couldn't make out what they were saying, as another kit was distracting me that had accompanied the old cat. they told me their parents had given them to the she-cat and she had taken them to a clan. my parents gave me a large hug, before with eyes full of tears gave their goodbyes and went back to our twoleg home. i didn't know why they were saying goodbye, and i didn't know why i didn't stop them, even though i knew where i was going. the two cats took me to alley after alley before going to a street, where twolegs lay dirtly with rags and exchanged goods on the dim lit streets with monsters racing past. then, suddenly we turned down an one way alleyway. there was a large green bin, or a skip as the twolegs call them, with mews and rustling coming from inside. the old she-cat turned to me, before we entered, she said my new name was "splinters" and there was nothing i could do about it. then she gestured to the other kit to take me inside the bin. there was a small hole at the back, about a tail length long and tall. we took a big leap in, and there were about another five kits inside the empty bin. all the kits were crying as they laid over the rotting carcases of another kit, and a small mouse. they must be starving, i remember thinking to myself... -they didn't even bother looking up. the other kit just looked down. he explained that the five were littermates and the sixth littermate had died the previous night after eating a poisoned mouse. with a mew, we walked to the opposite corner of the bin and exchanged our stories. then, the she-cat came in with a small portion of chicken that smelt kinda spicy. it was covered in hairs and small pieces of dirt but was clearly recently thrown out. we all each took a bite before she took her own. she nudged the poisoned rat out of the bin and onto the cold ground outside. it was surprisingly warm inside the bin, seeing as the lid was on...- which made it very dark. the hole let in some light from a nearby street light, but it did hide us from nearby foxes and street cats- apart from the fact that i was one now. i had a name and what not, so they could label me as the "splinters of spartats street". suddenly, while i was peacefully sleeping, i got a sharp nip on my ear from on of the kits. then i heard hissing and barking, which scared my fur to stand higher than i ever had. the six other kits were silently huddled on the other side of the bin, their bodies hidden by the shadows and bits of rubbish. wide eyed, i tip-toed across and huddled up with them. a few minutes of the fighting passed until there was a loud screech of pain. there was then a thump, as something fell to the ground. a howl of victory then ran out throughout the alleyway. the creature then sniffed around, before it padded away. we waited, just in case, but we ended up falling asleep with each others heat. the next day, it was a fresh morning and the smell of left over warm chicken rang out. all of us we now awake and jumped out of the bin, unaware of the blood covered and gory scene we were about to witness. there was blood across the concrete, from pools to paw presses, the mauled body of the she cat, lay beside the bin. larger paw prints of blood walked all the way down the alleyway, and back onto the street. i remember one of the kits passed out. the other kit who had chatted to me earlier tugged me and ran under the bin. two kits followed, while the other two tried to wake up their unconscious sibling. before they could call out, the pound were beginning to walk down the alleyway, because of reports from twolegs of the ruckus the previous night. he picked up the three, and simply turned around, leaving the she-cat's carcass there without thought. the kits two kits conscious were screaming and crying and it still haunts me. their two smarter siblings, whom had followed us, were struggling not to call out back to them, but didn't want to be revealed themselves. once the pound twoleg had gone, the two began to cry and wail. the other kit, who had finally labelled himself as bricks, said it would've been tough for a kit to loose their parents and four siblings in two days. he also said that the she-cat was meant to take us out to the forest and to a clan. but now, we had to find out our own way to grow up. we parted ways with the other kits, as four is somewhat a crowd. so, we walked down a few alleyways in search of some cats who could help us find a way to the forest. -and we found help alright. a gang of cats showed us the way to trouble. they forced us to become one of them or be killed. we didn't want to die, so we agreed. we were given poor food portions and slept in card board boxes with the murderers we had to call friends. about a moon later, we saw the green forest briefly while walking past. we decided we would scent mark at the walk point where we saw it, and go back when the others were asleep. -and it worked! we returned there and followed the light of the stars and green tree tops until we reached the edge of the city. we jumped down the tall brick wall and landed in a grassy paddock. the forest was so far away, but we needed to move fast before any of the gang cats followed us. we ran for about forty minutes, before we slowed down and looked for something to eat, as we were starved. we ate a few pieces of grass, as the tall yellow fields contained scarce prey -and neither of us could hunt or knew how to. we rested for a little while, before continuing with a steady pace. we soon arrived at the forest, and were quick to find a tom. he directed us towards the "timberclan" territory. it was a very windy day, so trees seemed to be falling everywhere. it was the fact that we were kits, and they were small trees toppling over, but seemed like oaks. one time, we decided to stop a stretch. next to a reasonably big tree that had a snapped branch overhead. i remember looking at it, but thought nothing of it. i was ahead of bricks by a tail length or so, but he was right under the branch. while he was deep into a stretch, a breeze blew through and knocked us down. the tree, also shared the breeze. the branch was at it's breaking point, and immediately plummeted down onto the poor kit. i was in pure fear as i didn't know whether to leave him and go get help or stay with him, despite the fact he was dead. from his pelvis down to his tail tip, his bones were all crushed and he was paralysed before he went unconscious- also known as dead. i waited there for hours, before our scents were picked up by a timberclan patrol. they took me back to camp, and decided to keep me as one of them- i think they could see i was clearly helpless. they called me "deerkit", after their victorious catch of vixen in the last few days. ❞

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owlpaw. male. twelve moons. voice - firepaw/ravenpaw. moorclan apprentice. single. born to loners. born as a loner. no littermates.
unknown if any siblings. kind. polite. slightly shy. mischievous. humorous. helpful. loves kits. dislikes ignorant fathers.

❝ goodmorning. i'm owlpaw, but that's not all to me. i was once 'owl'. i remember i was only a little kit back then. my parents were loners and unlike some other stories of other cats i know, my father didn't love me very much... although my mother wasn't your average warm and fuzzy queen, but i still loved her as i didn't know any different and thought she was nice because i'd never had another she-cat to compare her to. one day while i was eating, they got into a fight where my father thought it was "necessary" to murder my mother in front of my eyes... -i remember the fear bright in her eyes before they lost their warm sparkle and went cold and somewhat dull. out of fear and guilt that i hadn't said something, i spun around and ran. being a few moons old, i wasn't fast at all. but to my own surprise, my father just laid there beside her wounded and blood covered body as if he knew that out of all his mistakes, most likely me being one of them, he knew that killing the only cat that loved him was his biggest. even ten's of tail lengths away you could still hear his weeping and screaming. that is what alerted a nearby moorclan patrol. -not to mention the fact that my own wailing was quite noticeable as we were unaware that we weren't as far away from the nearby clan camp as we thought. once the patrol came at a fast speed, myself being the closest after running away, was found first. one of the cats from the patrol, a she-cat if i remember correctly, picked me up in her jaws and took me back to camp silently. well, it wasn't silent, as i was still sobbing and muttering the answers requested through tears. when we arrived, she placed me in a "nursery", which at the time i didn't know what it was. there were other kits looking at me as if i was crowfood. they kept yelling "loner", but i was oblivious to the meaning at the time. when i was gently placed beside another she-cat, she seemed to be the only cat in the area that didn't have a sour look on her face. she was my new "foster mother". i didn't know what that meant either! she told me that i was going to meet the leader, but i was completely in confusion to all these new words. she labelled it simply that he was in charge. then i knew what a leader was, because my father was always "in-charge". then the she-cat explained that i would get a new name. since she knew i was already "owl", she told me my new name would be "owlkit". i thought the idea was completely insane. why did they put "kit" on the end? apparently all the kit's have it. she introduced me to some of the kits, but they just glared at me and turned their backs towards us. they were mostly all boys, too. oh, and they all had "kit" on their last names, too! firekit, mousekit, breezekit, you name it. it was bizarre! after a few minutes of her simple explanations, a big she cat walked in. i remember my foster mother explaining that she had explained the simple things to me, like apprentices, warriors, mentors, deputies, leaders, etc. the leader gave me a warm glance before calling a "clan meeting". she then announced that a new kit would be joining "moorclan", under the name of "owlkit". it was strange, to say the least. after a few moons i became closer with some of the boys and had the occasional "rough-and-tumble", as much as my foster mother disliked it. only after a moon of joining the clan, my new mother and i were basically inseparable. we would eat together, drink together, play together, just name it! later, when it was time for my apprentice ceremony, i knew about equally as much about the clans as my fellow nursery mates. i was finally ready. when i became owlpaw, that didn't mean i stopped visiting my foster mother. sometimes i might share tongues or share meals with her every few days, or go and gossip about clan rumors if i hadn't already. life was good, and it still is. ❞

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dovepaw. female. eleven moons. voice - brightheart. slateclan apprentice. single. born to clan cats. born as clan cat. raised as clan cat.
two siblings - open. mother deceased. father - open. sweet. loud. excitable. proud. slightly aloof. mischievous. helpful.
loves kits and elders. dislikes grouchy deputies.

❝ hiya! i'm dovepaw, but you'll still call me just that. my history isn't anything fancy, as i still have father around and i was clan born. i was also born with two others, who are ___paw and ____paw! my father is _________ and my mother was grasstail but she died many moons ago from greencough. my father and i recovered from the terrible pain and illness, but my mother wasn't so lucky. i always grew up as a happy kit, nobody could deny it. i think they knew how horrible i felt inside about my mother dying, and they didn't feel much better. she was a lovely little thing, and the whole clan loved her. at one point, she was deputy, but had to become a queen a moon into her pregnancy. she was the most beautiful, the swiftest, the- i'm ahead of the point. -but to add some humour to the conversation, - i think i got her genes. anyways, i love my family. i always have and i always will. i think my life has been good compared to some of my friends and i hope i can become like rainstar one day! ❞