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her name is bee,
molly, 6 moons,
apprentice of waspclan,
no crush/mate/kits
Ash(mom)
Hive(father)

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bee may be small & petite but don't let that innocent figure fool you.
if you get to know her she's headstrong and a confident little molly. she may seem tough and selfish,
but she is actually really sensitive. she shows this powerful spirit, but inside shes constantly scared.
after losing her family tragically, she hasn't been the same. she was the runt of the litter,
but unfortunately, predators got her three siblings.
they didn't notice her because she was hidden in a corner, she has always
been able to be invisible to fellow cats and predators. she doesn't have
many friends and isn't open to make more. she closes herself from
interacting and is often training up to be an amazing warrior.

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bee was born on a crisp summer day, she was born to Ash and Hive, two very skill and keen warriors. she had two sisters(Honey and Hickory) and a brother (Dawn). she didn't get to spend much time with her siblings, but she remembers squealing at the dead of night, and her mother was killed fighting for her kit's lives. her father was out on a night patrol and her siblings and her mom were gone. she wasn't noticed which was a shock to other clan members. her father found out about what happened was devastated. he was sad, but he couldn't let his daughter that survived, die. so he talked to clan members, and there was a den mother that had given birth that morning, her father begged to have bee joined in the litter. she said yes since she only had a single kit in the first place, and her kit wasn't in the best condition. after being adopted, she grew rapidly compared to her new sibling, and her new mom took favor to little bee. bee had a good life, but she didn't get to have the experience of meeting her real mom or siblings. her father died just recently from a common cold. she missed her father as if someone took part of her heart. she wouldn't let that stop her because she was destined for something better.

[.:Moon Shadows:.]

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Name: Foxleaf
Gender: female
Age: 34 moons old
Rank: warrior
Clan: smokeclan

Build: thin and lithe,
tiny paws, short tail,
short fur, big eyes
Coat: ginger and white
Eyes: golden green
Scars: missing claws

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the feminine and dainty individual of the clan, don't let her pretty looks fool you. she's a
deadly menace. a loyal fighter and defender of smokeclan, she is an individual who hates
her leader allowing waspclan to learn their ways. she hates hornet being in the clan. she
trains many of the clan's apprentices in the ways of fighting. her small frame and light weight
means not only is she strong but she's quick too. on top of this, she's also a great hunter. she
desires to be loved and have a family of her own though. but because she is so judgemental,
she doesn't want just any tom to be the father of her kits and the individual she spends the
rest of her life with. she often takes risks to get what she wants. this can sometimes make her
very unpopular in the clan. she has lost a few claws fishing in the stream after getting them
caught on or under stones. and because she likes to fight, she is a frequent visitor to the
medicine cat den. but there is no one you would rather have than this she-cat by your side
in a battle or confrontation. she is level-headed in these kinds of situations and will always
put her clanmates safety above her own - their lives are more important to her.

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Main Trait: Suspicious

Positives: immaginative,
wise, daring, loyal
uninhibited,
independent,
compassionate, selfless

Negatives: snippy,
selfish, judgemental,
independent, devious

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[spooky,]

-- the investigator goes here !!


ivynose

female -- twenty nine mns -- warrior -- smokeclan
'+' -- keen, intelligent, sure, charming, witty
'=' -- loyal, independent, passionate, daring
'–' -- proud, flirty, argumentative, stubborn

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right. hopefully we get some more joiners and we can start rp'ing soon

[sleepy.]

i think i'm going to step down from my role as the guilty. school
just started for me and i'm trying to narrow my roleplays to the
ones i have the most muse for. and, well, i just don't want my
activity to flounder and ultimately effect the roleplay. my
apologies for the inconvenience, though. and, well, i hope ya'
guys get along well. cx

[Chicken Bron]

❝Smile, because it confuses people.
Because it's easier than explaining
what's killing you inside.❞

27 Moons ● She-cat ● Warrior ● Smokeclan

Alike her sister Valerianheart, Blossomtoe is a snow-pelted she-cat, although with slightly longer fur. She a small ring of bare skin around her eyes, and a tail as soft as a cloud. She has a lithe build with little to no strength, and was never good at hunting or fighting, but her lack of muscle is hidden under her thick coat of fur. Blossomtoe has a sweet exterior, keeping herself polite, loyal and at times flirtatious. She will often help cats in need and will listen to any orders given to her, and will make herself seem helpless and weak to the naked eye, but under all her nice words and good deeds, the she-cat is a cold blooded killer. She will do anything to mask her true self to anyone who comes by, and fears the most of her sister discovering her evil intentions. Revenge fuels her drive to murder, and she can't help but enjoy the sweet taste of victory and blood. Combining her manipulative mind and seductive charms, Blossomtoe will grab any unsuspecting cat when she has the chance and use them to her advantage, gaining their trust and in the end get an easy kill. The warrior had again always been horrible at fighting, but she knew that getting close to her victims would make them vulnerable enough to end in one swift bite. Blossomtoe did just that with Spruce out of revenge after she found out Waspclan cat had killed her parents. They were the only ones she felt were there for were, and they were gone. After that she only had her sister, but her sister was always the prettier one, the sweeter one, the better one. Blossomtoe was always jealous of her sibling since the very start and strived to be better than her, but only ended up sitting in her shadow. This only strengthened her hatred not only against Waspclan and her sister, but any cat who crossed her pawsteps. The world was cruel and evil, so she was too.

[Chicken Bron]

❝A mistake repeated more than
once is a decision❞

94 Moons ● Tom ● Healer ● Waspclan

Crackle is an old ginger and white tom with a deep, raspy voice. He has a heavy but weak build and a missing tail, snapped off by a fox trap. His fur is rough, patchy and uneven, and his muzzle is continuing to grey. He knew being a healer was his destiny ever since he stepped his paws into the healers den. When he was just a kit, he got interested in healing sick and injured cats, as well as learning all about the herbs and shortly after becoming a heather, still in training of course. Crackle has now been a healer for many moons of his life, and plans to keep it that way. He dislikes the thought of retirement, and will try to avoid it as much as he can, although he knows his life is life will soon be coming to an end. Crackle has studied herbs for so long that he knows the best locations for certain herbs and even found a few shortcuts. He knows every herb off by heart and what their properties are. He wants to pass his deep knowledge of herbs along to his successors and even medicine cats in Smokeclan. Crackle has a very wise mind and knows a considerable amount on most of the cats in Waspclan and Smokeclan. The tom is also very friendly and approachable cat, always having something to say.

[Chicken Bron]

❝Hurt me with the truth but
never comfort me with a lie.❞

52 Moons ● She-cat ● Deputy ● Waspclan

Emerald is a well-muscled she-cat with bright green eyes. Her pelt is thick and short, with the colouring of a calico cat, black, flame and white patches. Her tail is long, thin and silky, and her claws are short and sharp. She has various scars that show her past in battle, with a large one along her shoulder. Passion drives her urge to hunt and battle, she's particularly skilled in both, and she knows it. She takes great pride in her abilities, but often tries to hide it, trying to seem humble and not too big-headed. Emerald can also be overly confident and too daring at times, getting her into trouble more than she should. Being also very impatient, she never likes to take her time with tasks and will not hesitate to end a dispute with a battle. This molly may seem though, but she has a soft and sensitive soul and even the slightest of words can have a great effect on her. She has a fear of being discluded, and always wants to be a part of everything somehow. Being deputy of Waspclan, Emerald strives to live up to the clan and promises herself to do everything for her clan, no matter what. Her pelt always tingles with the thought of one-day becoming leader, but at the same time she hopes that day never comes. She fears all the pressure on her paws will somehow break her, and she'll not be able to cope with it anymore. All she can do is hope in Starclan. Emerald isn't looking for any kits as of this point, but sometimes she thinks of meeting the tom of her dreams, someone to be with, someone to love.

[ChaseTheSun]

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Clan: Smoke
Gender: Male
Age: 33 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat


Fur: Long & Black
Eyes: Pale Yellow
Physique: Short but
nimble


+Traits: Gentle,
attentive, focused
-Traits: Aloof,
irritable, taciturn


Mother: Open
Father: Open
Siblings: Robinfur,
Open
Cat of Interest: Nope
Mate: Nope
Kits: Nope

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Shadespirit is a short, long ha-
ired cat with dusky black fur.
His eyes are a pale yellow.
This tom is on the short side,
with big paws and a long tail.
His most notable personality
trait is that he is aloof in most
situations. Shadespirit isn't one
for conversation, and is mista-
ken for being distant. Despite
this, he is rather attentive to
his patients, checking up on
them frequently and he is first
to the seen of an injury. Some
(apprentices) cats might call
him "bossy", since he has no iss-
ue with asking for help in ter-
ms of gathering bedding, or
similar tasks for his patients.
Overall, Shadespirit is an aloof
cat, but he cares deeply for his
clan and loves the art of
healing. ~~~

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[Chicken Bron]

❝I wish I coud explain exactly
how I'm feeling.❞

33 Moons ● Tom ● Warrior ● Smokeclan

Robinfur is a sleek skinny tom, with a jet black fur and a white mantle, belly and snow white socks. His body is perfect for sneaking and hunting down prey, and he's quite an excellent runner too. Although when it comes to facing the battle scene, Robinfur lacks confidence and ability. His lithe build puts him at a disadvantage and so even just thinking about fighting other cats makes him nervous. He's not a particularly social cat either, often being afraid to talk to those who he considers are higher than him. The only exception is his brother, Shadespirit who he is very close too. Robinfur often goes to his brother too seek advice and help. Robinfur is quite a paranoid cat, almost always thinking of the worst possible outcomes for any situation and fearing for his life, as well as the souls of others. Robinfur hates the sight and scent of cat blood, staying away from any violent situations when possible. Although with all his flaws, Robinfur is quite a friendly and approachable tom, although he may seem like a quiet warrior at first. He's also extremely caring and will do anything to make his clanmates feel better if they're down. Being incredibly socially intelligent, Robinfur can tell what another cat is feeling more often than not, but he can hardly ever find a way to explain his own feelings. Such is the case with the Smokeclan she-cat, Foxleaf. Robinfur has had feelings for this she-cat for a long time, but still never gained enough confidence to tell her. The tom admires her pretty looks and her daring, passionate and loyal personality. Sometimes he wishes he could be like her, confident, selfless, not afraid to fight.