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Name: Crow; Crowclaw
Age: 29 Moons
Gender: Molly
Clan: StreamClan
Rank: Warrior
Family: Shiloh (mother); Shadow (father);
Nova(sister)
Crush: None, currently not looking
Mate: None, currently not interested
Kits: None, not interested in kits
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+ Traits: Charming; Incisive; Relaxed;
Confident
= Traits: Droll; Intense; Solemn
- Traits: Aloof; Brooding; Passive
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Crowclaw is a dark ebony molly,
with long lean legs. She is rather
muscular though she she does not look
it from the outside. Her coat is sleek,
allowing water to slide off her fur
easily. Her coat also keeps her warm
despite seeming so short. Her body is
riddled with scars from previous fights
as a loner. They are barely noticeable
aside from one large scar across her left
flank, caused by a hawk talon when she
was only six moons old. She rarely shares
her story though, keeping the cause of her
injury under wraps. Her large ears give
her much better hearing than most and
she is a skilled hunter because of them,
however, because of her lean build she
lacks in the combat portion of her life.
Crowclaw has a narrow face, and
large, intriguing pale green eyes. She
is an Abyssinian.
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Crowclaw is a dark ebony molly,
with long lean legs. She is rather
muscular though she she does not look
it from the outside. Her coat is sleek,
allowing water to slide off her fur
easily. Her coat also keeps her warm
despite seeming so short. Her body is
riddled with scars from previous fights
as a loner. They are barely noticeable
aside from one large scar across her left
flank, caused by a hawk talon when she
was only six moons old. She rarely shares
her story though, keeping the cause of her
injury under wraps. Her large ears give
her much better hearing than most and
she is a skilled hunter because of them,
however, because of her lean build she
lacks in the combat portion of her life.
Crowclaw has a narrow face, and
large, intriguing pale green eyes. She
is an Abyssinian.
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Crow started her life loved and cared for in a twoleg's home. Her mother, a dark brown Abyssinian molly with
bright blue eyes and a kind heart, cared for her and her sister, Nova. She was a healthy, playful kit with loads
of energy that was hard for her mother to wear down. The wily kit was a force to be reckoned with but life
was not always great. It was just a couple moons after her birth that she was separated from her family,
abandoned and left to die in the woods with her sister Nova. Apparently, the two legs had wanted nothing
to do with the kits. She and Nova departed into the woods, beginning their lives as Rogues. However, this
was not the end of the trouble for the two playful youngsters, for they were naive of the troubles that
grew in the forest. Unaware of the predator that loomed above them, the two romped and wrestled in the
grass. Within a split second, the hawk was one them. It grasped young Crow by the hind-quarters, her screech
could be heard for miles. To her surprise, Nova came to her rescue, attacking the fiend. The hawk dropped
Crow, it's talon driving a wound deep into the young cats side, and turned it's fury onto her sister. Injured
and exhausted, Crow could not defend her sister as the Hawk rose to the sky, the mingled screeches to
much for Crow to handle. The young ebony molly found a hiding spot and waited it out. As she grew, Nova
was her inspiration, but the separation and death of her family had left her depressed and lonely. She grew
weary after moons of living alone, and food was becoming scarce as winter settled, leaving the air crisp
with cold. It ten moons later, that she was, at last, found by the StreamClan. She, despite being nervous,
explained her situation and was taken back to camp. Fear had crept across her spine, unsure of the
cats intentions, but she waited to be seen, patient, as she watched the clan. When she had explained
to the leader, she was offered two choice, stay or go. She asked to stay, for her loneliness had driven
her mad. She was assessed and became known as Crowclaw. She decided, early on, that this was
what she would focus on. For fear of losing a mate as she lost her sister, Crowclaw has never
searched for a mate, and at this moment, does not plan to. She is careful in her decisions, trying to
live as her mother and sister would have wanted her too, but it gets difficult, especially when she
struggles to let others into her secret world, keeping cats at bay to keep herself from the hurt of
losing them.
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Crow started her life loved and cared for in a twoleg's home. Her mother, a dark brown Abyssinian molly with
bright blue eyes and a kind heart, cared for her and her sister, Nova. She was a healthy, playful kit with loads
of energy that was hard for her mother to wear down. The wily kit was a force to be reckoned with but life
was not always great. It was just a couple moons after her birth that she was separated from her family,
abandoned and left to die in the woods with her sister Nova. Apparently, the two legs had wanted nothing
to do with the kits. She and Nova departed into the woods, beginning their lives as Rogues. However, this
was not the end of the trouble for the two playful youngsters, for they were naive of the troubles that
grew in the forest. Unaware of the predator that loomed above them, the two romped and wrestled in the
grass. Within a split second, the hawk was one them. It grasped young Crow by the hind-quarters, her screech
could be heard for miles. To her surprise, Nova came to her rescue, attacking the fiend. The hawk dropped
Crow, it's talon driving a wound deep into the young cats side, and turned it's fury onto her sister. Injured
and exhausted, Crow could not defend her sister as the Hawk rose to the sky, the mingled screeches to
much for Crow to handle. The young ebony molly found a hiding spot and waited it out. As she grew, Nova
was her inspiration, but the separation and death of her family had left her depressed and lonely. She grew
weary after moons of living alone, and food was becoming scarce as winter settled, leaving the air crisp
with cold. It ten moons later, that she was, at last, found by the StreamClan. She, despite being nervous,
explained her situation and was taken back to camp. Fear had crept across her spine, unsure of the
cats intentions, but she waited to be seen, patient, as she watched the clan. When she had explained
to the leader, she was offered two choice, stay or go. She asked to stay, for her loneliness had driven
her mad. She was assessed and became known as Crowclaw. She decided, early on, that this was
what she would focus on. For fear of losing a mate as she lost her sister, Crowclaw has never
searched for a mate, and at this moment, does not plan to. She is careful in her decisions, trying to
live as her mother and sister would have wanted her too, but it gets difficult, especially when she
struggles to let others into her secret world, keeping cats at bay to keep herself from the hurt of
losing them.
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