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[linkmama]

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"To thee that shall enter thy shrine;
The more thy moves, the stiller thy
shall become. Choose ignore this sign,
and in moon's time, turn cold."

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StoneClan once lived a peaceful society. They had settled
within their beloved caved home for hundreds of moons, a
ncestors traveling thousands of miles to reach a place whe
re future generations should prosper. Deep within a cave, w
here they thrived for as long as the living cats can recall. A
lthough, there is a part to the fable that most cats believe t
he elders only tell to scare the kits. Engraved in the leader's
den - in which no cat is allowed to enter but the leader him
self - is a terrible curse. It is believed, that in some time, if
the cats decide to get a little too comfy, they will be turne
ned to stone. Most believe it a lie; but somehow, the leader
himself knows it is true. He has eyes of it. And living to ign
ore it, as past generations have, has been the tradition for
all leaders in the past. Now, a problem is beginning to aris
e as numerous cats in the clan show signs of paralysis. Eve
ntually, this will turn the cats still as statutes - literally.

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Six healthy cats, each chosen by the leader, will underta
ke on a perilous journey to find a new camp for their clan.
There, they are told to repopulate and create a new clan f
or the future generations. The ignorance of younger cats
had led them to this fate. The cats will recreate a new hom
e for themselves and others, forcing down guilty and leavin
g the cats at camp to turn into rock-hard statues of themselves.

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[linkmama]

res for her relations

[nervousdog]

name ;; frostfern
age ;; 21 moons
gender ;; male
rank ;; warrior
apprentice ;; open
mate ;; n/a
kits ;; n/a
A dusty silver tabby cat with
emerald green eyes . He is
tall with long legs and a skinny
frame . Large ears sit atop of
his long head and a large nose
presents itself clearly in the
middle of his face . His tail has
a kink in it, although it is not
visible through his fur and one
would have to grab his tail to
know that it is there .

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[broken*]

• ❨ if it scares you, it's a sign you need to do it. ❩ •

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• ❨ name ❩ dustpaw (duststorm)
• ❨ age ❩ 15 moons •
• ❨ gender ❩ molly •
• ❨ clan ❩ stoneclan break-off •
• ❨ role ❩ apprentice •

• ❨ likes ❩ respect, flowers, nighttime/stars, rabbits •
• ❨ dislikes ❩ verbal arguments, unnecessary fighting•
• ❨ fears ❩ failing at her duties, never being a warrior •

• ❨ crush ❩ open •
• ❨ mate ❩ none •
• ❨ friends ❩ open •
• ❨ enemies ❩ open •
• ❨ kin ❩ gravelstar (father), honeyheart (mother) •

• ❨ personality ❩ •
on the outside, dustpaw appears to have it all together.
she seems like a confident molly who is good at working
with others. she seems very wise for her age, mainly
because of her father, who often shared his wisdom with
her. she is also quite empathetic and compassionate, known
for trying to help anyone that is hurting. however, what most
other cats don't know is how fearful and anxiety ridden she
truly is on the inside. if anyone raises their voice around her,
she gets extremely tense, beginning to tremble/shake. she
tries to resolve the issue, whatever it is, as quick as possible.

• ❨ history ❩ •
dustpaw was born as the only kit in her litter. her mother
was a fierce warrior, and her father was the clan's leader.
growing up, she always focused on proving herself worthy
of the respect of others, regardless of who her parents
were. her father assigned her as the apprentice of the clan
deputy, who has had a major influence on her growth. only
her mentor and her father know the reason why she is an
old apprentice, still one at 15 moons. this trip, this journey.
finding a new home, starting the clan over successfully; that
has been deemed her warriors task to prove herself before
she is allowed to have an official warrior naming ceremony.

[razzberry]

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name. milkwhisker
age. twenty nine moons
gender. female/she-cat
role. warrior
sexuality. heterosexual
crush. open
mate. open
kin. open

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milkwhisker, an exuberant molly who's primal nature is characterized
by her devotion and fierce loyalty to her clan, is also a feline who is
said to be a rather focused and work-oriented individual. milkwhisker
should not be judged by the softness that her appearance displays,
it is often her eyes that give way to the truth that she is in fact far
from a soft cat, with their unyielding yellow intensity that can make
even the bravest warrior squirm in their pelt. though the molly does
in fact carry herself with a relaxed and elegant air, others are often
warned to take caution of her moodiness that can switch at the twitch
of an ear. alongside the unpredictability of her moods is the unflatt
ering notion that milkwhisker is a cat who is easily irritated. courage
runs deep through her veins and there is never something that she
won't try to face up against to protect her clan, no matter how badly
the odds look for her or how dangerous the situation. her determination
got her to where she is today and she would sooner roll over and die
than admit defeat without trying every course of action possible. milk
whisker is one of the cats who possesses no filter and says whatever is
on her mind whenever she deems it fit, though when she is nervous
or angered she doesn't even have time to think about whether the time
is appropriate to say something, it just rolls of her tongue before she
can stop it.

although the white warrior has no filter, it seems like she is incapable
or may simply not want to voice her own feelings aloud. yes, she ackn
owledges her feelings; if she admires, respects, cherishes or loves som
eone, yet it is very rare that she will verbally voice these emotions. show
ing them through actions is more her style. even then, if milkwhisker
dislikes someone she won't hesitate to let them know with words and
actions. she is not accustomed to the idea of falling in love because the
re had never been a time in her life where she had been able to feel
that way with anyone. though her parents spoke of it before they passed
and told her that they truly wished she found a mate in her future if it
made her happy, milkwhisker had never had the opportunity to feel so
mething akin to love for a cat who was not her family. so thus began the
progress of disbelief. she simply didn't believe that love like that was
possible, that it was all fabled.

[razzberry]

res for her relations --

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i larksong
ii male deputy
iii 57 moons
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iv smells of feathers
v living stone
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loyal, kind, caring, paternal
observant, determined, insecure
stubborn, functional mute, obsessive

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Once LarkPaw was the most flirty and egotistical; the most adventurous apprentice of his group. He could talk a stone wall into submission and flirted with anyone and everyone. He would spend allot of his time showing off, trying to impress his fellow apprentices. All while his parent's grew proud of him, not for his haughty displays but his progress in becoming a warrior. When his mentor, WhistleNose, informed him and his kin that he would soon be receiving his warrior name, he was ecstatic. Before he could receive his warrior name, however, he slipped off a ledge injuring his shoulder. He was stuck in the medicine cat den for a moon. At first LarkPaw did his best to keep up his morals, socialising and happily enjoying the company of the medicine cat. However suddenly his father returned from a hunting patrol wheezing and ill. Only a day later he was pronounced dead. His mother took the news terribly, slowly falling out of touch with the rest of the clan. A couple weeks later TimberPad disappeared. The last thing she told him before she left was "She was going to find her love". After the loss of all known kin all aspects of LarkPaw's once open and bubbly life seemed to vanish. He devoted himself to his clan, and became obsessed with saving as many lives as he could. His belief was that if he could become a great warrior he could stop the pain he had went through happening to others. As time passed, LarkPaw was given his full name, LarkSong.

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'lations

[linkmama]

Everyone's accepted!

Destiny
Could you possibly make your character older? The deputy role should require the experience of a senior warrior.