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forms and discussion for summitclan

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(( 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. )) ✏︎ loonstar
(( 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ female/she-cat/molly
(( 𝐚𝐠𝐞. )) ✏︎ sixty-seven moons/roughly five and a half years
(( 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ whisperingleap
(( 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ oaktail
(( 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫. )) ✏︎ beesting
(( 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. )) ✏︎ leader
(( 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. )) ✏︎ loonstar is a classic "tuxedo" colored cat. her paws, belly, chest, muzzle, and tail tip all sport a creamy white while the rest of her is an inky black. her eyes are golden like the sun while her ear fur stands out as a creamy white while her ears themselves are black. she has medium length fur and is quite proportional. she isn't skinny, she isn't fat, but she is a nice healthy medium from moons of not being on regular hunting patrols.
(( 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. )) ✏︎ loonstar is very frequently quite blunt, and sometimes forgets sympathy due to her bluntness. she is truly, deep down, a loving and caring she-cat, but her mind gets so tangled up in her duties that it becomes hard to show at times. this isn't to say that she'll willingly insult a cat, she'd rather jump off the top of the mountain than do that. she is very dedicated to her position, and won't let her personal matters get in the way. she's quite hard to love, but she honestly yearns for the adoration that mates feel towards each other and mothers to their kits. that isn't to say that she doesn't have motherly love for her clan, she does, but truly experiencing it is just different.
(( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. )) ✏︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. it was a joyous day to loonkit's parents when she was born. whisperingleap suffered through a long and harsh labor to birth loonkit in the dead of leaf-bare, but didn't love her beautiful little daughter any less. loonkit was quite sheltered as a kit, her mother being overly protective due to nearly losing her in the kitting, but she didn't let that stop her from getting into trouble like all kits do. many times she would wander blindly through tunnels only to get lost, and every time her mother threatened to postpone her apprentice ceremony. this would make loonkit obey for a short while, but her adventurous spirit always won over in the end. by the time she was six moons old, she finally began obeying the rule that any apprentice and kit must have a warrior at all times in the tunnels. it was just too dangerous. but she soon turned her attention to pelting the apprentices with questions. they soon grew tired of her, but she finally cleaned up her act that fateful day that she became loonpaw. 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. loonpaw was apprenticed to beesting, a senior warrior that also served as the deputy. the leader, stormstar, said that she needed a stern paw to guide her in the right direction, but beesting proved to be just a kind old tom. he let her continue on with her adventurous spirit, and it proved to be a successful method as loonpaw passed all her assessments with flying colors. just days before her final assessment, though, she was out on a border patrol that encountered a mountain lion. she suffered grave injuries as the big cat targeted her due to her being smaller and younger, and several began believing she wouldn't make it. but with the medicine cats' help, she recovered and got to take her final assessment three moons late. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. the cats of summitclan called out loonfrost with pride when they knew that this young cat had fought hard to banish her injuries to the back of her mind. her belly never grew back the fur where the mountain lion had grabbed her and slung her to the side. she didn't let her scars hold her back, and strove to be the best warrior she could be. she volunteered for patrols and always helped the elders and queens. when she finally was appointed an apprentice, she was just about ready to burst with pride. she trained the young one the way beesting had taught her, always running to her old mentor for tips and tricks. it was then that she noticed the heavy greying around the tom's muzzle, and it came to her attention that he would be retiring soon. she also noticed that stormstar was looking frail as well, and rumors circulated that the next deputy would barely serve for long before they received their nine lives. loonfrost took it upon herself to train her apprentice beautifully and to work harder than before just to attract stormstar's attention. nearly seven moons after her apprentice became a warrior, beesting announced that he was stepping down. loonfrost was only thirty-nine moons at the time, but stormstar appointed her because he saw potential in her. 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. loonfrost was appointed deputy, and it was here that her personality began to change. she grew devoted to her work, yet shut off from other cats. her and a tom had been courting each other, but she pushed him away in order to fully devote herself to the deputyship. she was only the deputy for six short moons when a round of greencough struck hard and tore the last life out of stormstar's claws. 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. loonfrost, now loonstar, grew more cut off from the rest of the clan to take control of her duties as the now leader. she now had to appoint her deputy, and she immediately created a new law. there would be two deputies, and the senior deputy would be next in line for the leadership. she wanted more cats to trust, so she appointed galehowl as her first deputy, and she knew this was the right decision. she now tries hard to re-connect with the cats of her clan, but she pushed herself so far away that she's finding it hard. but she deep down just wants what's best for summitclan.

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(( 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. )) ✏︎ witherthorn
(( 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ male/tom/tomcat
(( 𝐚𝐠𝐞. )) ✏︎ thirty-five moons/roughly three years
(( 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ birdfeather
(( 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ addereye
(( 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. )) ✏︎ hailwhisper, pebblefoot,
(( 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫. )) ✏︎ leafscream
(( 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. )) ✏︎ warrior
(( 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. )) ✏︎ witherthorn is a lithe tom with shiny, short, black fur coating his entire body. not a single centimeter is white or any color other than black. he's been jokingly called "night", "ash", and "soot" just because of his entire body being solid black. his eyes, however, tell a more interesting story with their unusual orange coloring. they flare the color of flame when he calls upon his power, and he seems to think it shows the sign of his superiority over his siblings.
(( 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. )) ✏︎ witherthorn has a temper that's as short as a rabbit's tail. even the slightest mention of his parents' falling out can cause him to shove your face in the dirt. quite often, if you insult him enough, you're likely to see smoke start curling out of his nostrils and ears. he works very hard to keep his power hidden, but his temper quite often makes that hard. he's very protective of his siblings, but he believes his control over fire makes him the leader of the six
(( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. )) ✏︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. the day birdfeather gave birth to her latest batch of kits, she discovered that her mate, addereye, was cheating on her and was in love with another she-cat. she broke off the title of mate from between them, and named the youngest kit "witherkit" out of spite. her hatred caused her to be quite rash with her kits. she caused witherkit to grow a short temper about any cat mentioning his parents' split. he was constantly fighting other kits, but soon he was apprenticed to leafscream in the hopes that she would calm his temper. 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. witherpaw was a quick learner and a natural at battle moves. it was all he ever wanted to do, because it helped him get the anger out in a mostly safe manner. leafscream then began to focus on the hunting aspect, forcing witherpaw to wait for long periods of time before she would spar against him. he gained the tiniest shred of patience from the constant hunting, but not enough to curb his temper. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. witherthorn was given his sharp sounding suffix because of his temper. he still continued to pick fights, but has learned that he can't pick fights with everyone. he's working hard on his temper, but it was precisely his temper that caused him to figure out his power. he was so angry at a cat for teasing him that a branch suddenly burst into flame. he realized it was him who had done it when he saw smoke curling from his nose. he then concentrated and another branch burst into a fiery blaze. he couldn't wait to tell his siblings. he now knows he needs to keep it hidden, but he likes showing off occasionally.

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(( 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. )) ✏︎ frecklefrost
(( 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ female/she-cat/molly
(( 𝐚𝐠𝐞. )) ✏︎ twenty-one moons/roughly one and three-quarters years
(( 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ duskfeather
(( 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ emberpounce
(( 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫. )) ✏︎ lionleap
(( 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. )) ✏︎ warrior
(( 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. )) ✏︎ frecklefrost is a beautiful, long-furred tortoiseshell molly with eyes that are golden. a ring of green sits just barely around her pupil, and you have to get very close to see it. her whiskers are abnormally long. she has the tiniest white tip on her tail.
(( 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. )) ✏︎ frecklefrost is a very friendly molly who loves to talk. she's very influential though, and actually believed that frogs could fly for half a moon as an apprentice. she does have bad days, and is likely to give you a new scar if you cross her on one of those days.
(( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. )) ✏︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. xxx. 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. xxx. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. xxx.

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(( 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. )) ✏︎ rookpaw
(( 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ male/tom/tomcat
(( 𝐚𝐠𝐞. )) ✏︎ eleven moons/roughly barely short of one year
(( 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ summitwhisker
(( 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. )) ✏︎ egretmuzzle
(( 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫. )) ✏︎ xxx
(( 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. )) ✏︎ none
(( 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤. )) ✏︎ warrior apprentice
(( 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. )) ✏︎ open
(( 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞. )) ✏︎ too young
(( 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐬. )) ✏︎ too young
(( 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. )) ✏︎ rookpaw is a munchkin calico tom. he has bright green eyes and abnormally short legs. his tail is the length of his body, and extremely fluffy, so he is often found using it as a blanket.
(( 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. )) ✏︎ rookpaw is a very closed off young tom. he was teased about his legs as a kit, and takes a very long time to warm up to others. he isn't the closest to his mentor, but he still trusts him/her.
(( 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. )) ✏︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝. xxx. 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. xxx.

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hi! i’ve got a quick explanation about how the six cats in the prophecy are siblings. they will all share the same mother and father, but they don’t have to be the same age. multiple litters of kits may have been birthed, but the youngest they can be is thirty-five moons. Witherthorn is currently thirty-five moons, and his birth was one of anger. his mother, whisperingleap, discovered that his father, swiftbreeze, has cheated on her. she named her son out of anger and spite, and the two cats are no longer together. they still exist within the clan, but they won’t be played by anybody and can be just mentioned from time to time. sibling rivalry is highly encouraged and the occasional fight with their powers is definitely wanted. witherthorb is a spiteful babe is going to act like he’s top dog since he control fire and fire is dangerous. but i’m open to challenges and rivalries. just thought i should put a quick thought out to those others who are playing cats in the prophecy! sorry for any errors, this was done on mobile.

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━ name : magpiepaw ⇢ magpiesong.
━ magpie, for her black-and-white coat.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ song, for her silver tongue.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : seven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice of summitclan.
━ appearance : magpiepaw is a lean black-and-white she-cat with a long tail and needle green eyes.
━ scent : she smells of fresh grass and wildflowers.

━ personality : magpiepaw is . . . fast learner, genuine, hearty, loyal, dedicated ; bold, messy, hyper focused, petty ; naive, impulsive, narrow-minded, stubborn.
from a learning perspective, magpiepaw is an excellent student. she's dedicated, focused, and quick to pick up new tricks, all with a level of enthusiasm that never seems to tire. this gives her a boost of boastful confidence. her loyalty to the clan and to her superiors is undying and absolute. magpiepaw has a tendency to view her elders as being the end-all be-all of righteousness. while this can be good, since she pays her superiors tremendous respect, she believes most of what they say and will mindlessly follow commands if she admires the commander. the black-and-white's opinions on matters may switch in an instant in order to match the opinions of someone she admires, making her inconsistent. furthermore, if she isn't sure how to assess a situation on her own, maggie may resort to direct and petty solutions, which may not be appropriate. she has no problem with jumping headfirst into conflict. since many of magpiepaw's actions and philosophies are in correlation with the cats she admires, she has a difficult time understanding her wrongdoings when she acts out of place. mixed with her stubbornness, this is a dangerous recipe for conflict. her knee-jerk reaction to many situations is to act in extremes. it also may be difficult to reason with her, as she can't imagine anything outside of her narrow mindset and intense loyalty to her clan.
━ likes : hanging out with the older apprentices/warriors, her brother, training, being praised, her clan, leaf-fall.
━ dislikes : getting scolded/in trouble, feeling as if she's let someone down, new-leaf, rain/water in general.

━ sexuality : magpiepaw is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone! pm me if interested.
━ mate and kits : sure, one day!
━ preferences : shorties, kind, funny, loves to play-fight, goes on adventures with her, likes her for her.

━ history : magpiekit was clan-born alongside her brother, dewkit, to wispsong and rowanstripe (npcs). from magpiekit’s perspective, her upbringing was mostly uneventful as she learned all about clan customs and such from wispsong and rowanstripe, and spent her days play-fighting with dewkit, who was always the more reserved of the two. when rowanstripe passed from greencough during magpiekit’s fourth moon, she noticed a significant decline in wispsong’s enthusiasm. troubled, magpiekit threw herself into clan life the best she could manage as a kit, loving the busy environment far more than the nursery, which had become gloomy as wispsong mourned. most of her days were spent playing with dewkit and trying to rouse a reaction out of the clan’s other members whenever she could grab their attention. she couldn’t wait until she could join the other apprentices in training.
indent when magpiekit became an apprentice, it was clear that wispsong had been waiting for such an occasion, because she disappeared almost as soon as her children moved out of the nursery. magpiepaw was sad that she left, but didn’t feel the setback as much as her brother dewpaw did, looking to the future instead. with the absence of a consistent role model in her kithood, magpiepaw looks to her superiors for guidance, often shadowing them like a parrot. her behavior is often inconsistent as a result. the apprentice has only just begun to walk the long path towards becoming an individual and is striving to learn where she fits into the clan. // she is very close to her baby bro. they hang out a lot and he's her best friend.

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━ name : galehowl.
━ gale, for his deep charcoal fur that resembles a stormy sky.
━ howl, for his aggressive fighting style and strong voice. also slightly because of his bad temperment.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : thirty-eight moons old.
━ rank : deputy (one of two) of summitclan.
━ appearance : galehowl is a large, muscular charcoal tomcat with a thick coat, fur-tipped ears, and yellow eyes. deep scars run along his back legs and somewhat impair his quicker movements.
━ scent : he smells of fallen snow and raindrops.

━ personality : galehowl is . . . wistful, down to earth, honest ; temperamental, meticulous, serious, vocal ; disrespectful, impulsive, cold, judgmental, private, reclusive.
generally a cold, distant, and non-talkative cat, galehowl is happy to go about his own business and keep his personal life and feelings far, far out of anyone's reach. he's quick to judge others, but not so willing to point it out unless specifically prompted. however, if the cause is large enough, galehowl has no trouble voicing his opinions and what he thinks is the best and only solution to a problem. despite this, the muscular charcoal tomcat is not one to defy orders knowingly on a regular basis. when he does, it’s an impulsive moment where he really DOES believe he is doing the only right thing. galehowl's honest, and if caught in the act of something he will not lie. at most he will try to change the subject or boast why his actions are completely understandable. if other cats refuse to see things from his perspective or continue to heckle him for more information he can get rather loud and angry. in some ways galehowl battles with himself. he believes he has to restore some type of honor; whoever to, or whatever that may be, isn't well known. he won't freely bring it up, but if his brother, swiftthroat, who is deceased, is mentioned he tends to get rather morose and linger on happier memories.
━ likes : calm days, the scent of flowers, new-leaf, non-personal conversation, training, hunting.
━ dislikes : being interrupted, following orders he doesn’t agree with, cats trying to get close, being reminded of his brother’s death.

━ sexuality : galehowl is bisexual, male leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : he HIGHLY doubts he could ever get a mate, let alone father children, but he wouldn't complain if he was blessed with either. galehowl has a lot of issues to sort out within himself and probably wouldn't make good mate/father material at the moment.
━ preferences : someone who isn’t in need of constant affection, can take care of themselves, raspy voices.

━ history : galekit was born alongside his brother swiftkit to two esteemed warriors, pinefang and featherclaw, and from even that young age, it was instilled in the kits that they must do their best to become fine warriors themselves. the pressure was on, and galekit did his best to live up to his parent's standards. he was a bit more socially awkward than swift, preferring to stick close to the nursery and hear his father's stories. he still enjoyed a bit of a good tussle with his brother though, and was amused by swiftkit's attempts to impress him. his brother was possibly the only kit able to persuade galekit into having a bit of fun. it was on one of these playful days that galekit stumbled upon something that would change him forever. a presence, near the medicine cat den it seemed to come. from between the curling branches of the camp, to the outside. the presence chilled and allured galekit, but he made a hasty retreat back to his mother's side, where of course he was swiftly scolded for slinking off. he couldn't knock the feeling though, and his eyes wandered to the brambles that made up the walls of the camp again.
indent when the time came for them to receive their mentors, galepaw had grown into a respectable young cat, shaped by his parent's strict words, and toughened by his brother's boisterous attitude. though over the moons he'd cultivated a teasing and competitive relationship with swiftpaw, apprenticeship would test it more than ever before. they were good friends, none would doubt; close like two brothers should be. they usually were trained together by their mentors, pitting their skills against each other and bolstering their competitive natures. at night, that mysterious presence that had tugged at galepaw as a kit would return to him. now as an apprentice, the tom had the confidence to actually follow it. out of the camp, into the trees, to a clearing galepaw did not recognize. he'd stand there for long hours, not knowing if he were awake or dreaming. mists would writhe about him, and from the dark, a voice. its name was silverscale, never quite present, never solid, but he knew it was there: a feline of the dark woods. it would speak to him frequently. about hunting, about fighting, drawing blood. these words scared yet enticed galepaw at the same time. tales of battle, feeling the flesh under his claws. when galepaw awoke the next morning, still tucked tight in the apprentices’ den next to his brother, he was confused. had he really traveled out of the camp that night? at training that day with his mentor sootjaw he asked him. did he ever know a cat named silverscale? the old tom only wagged his head in confusion, claiming he'd never heard that name, in or out of the clan. upon hearing this, galepaw became embarrassed and vowed not to tell sootjaw anything else. the very next night it happened again. he wandered out of the camp, and upon reaching the dark woods, silverscale was there to meet him. galepaw listened intently as the voice told him its tales. tales of battle again, blood, claws, the satisfaction of a kill. kill? warriors didn't . . . kill those they fought, did they? “oh yes,” silverscale insisted. “kill them. it is the only way. and this is how . . .” the next day at training galepaw and swiftpaw trained together. competitions, especially playfights, had always been lighthearted between them, but today galepaw was different. he attacked like sootjaw had never seen, twisted and lunged in ways he himself had not taught. and he was merciless. sootjaw ordered the apprentices to stop when he saw the glint of gale's claws. leading the young cat aside, the old tom asked him what had gotten into him. where had he learned those moves? “NEVER draw your claws on a fellow clanmate.” galepaw refused to look at sootjaw, insisting he'd just been practicing on his own. sootjaw could find nothing to fault him for, though he scolded him again about the claws. “be more mindful, you could have hurt swiftpaw.” swiftpaw confronted him about it too. “why so serious brother? something eating you?” galepaw softened a bit, but couldn't help the prickle of his fur as silverscale's words echoed in his head. he told him he was fine, that he just really wanted to impress sootjaw. really. the two joked about it, brushed it off. but their training always seemed to be of high tension after that day.
indent it was moons later. moons since his first encounter with silverscale and moons since his first slip up at training. galepaw continued to visit the voice, drinking in its teachings more readily than he ever did his father's stories as a kit. these were more enticing. “it isn’t long before you’ll become warriors,” silverscale mused. galepaw sat still in the moonlight, the mist laying low on the ground that night. “and that deputy of yours is growing old . . . not to mention your mentor. we've seen how the leader looks at them. in time a new one will be decided. let me tell you of something i know, apprentice. i know that your leader looks at a pale one. one of bright moonlight and swift like the paws of many cats. he shines out of all of you, charismatic and good at everything. yet he still disobeys and acts on a whim. it's sickening, don't you think? his call isn’t to be ignored. he will be deputy . . . he cannot become this.” galepaw took in the cats words in bemusement. was this a prophecy? “when the swift cat becomes deputy, the clans will fall. illness and death follow him in his reign. only one dark as the gray night can stop this fate. they match their kins’ call in deep, languid shadow. they know how to lead, and they obey. they must lead. they must.” galepaw was rapt. “but how can i stop this?” silverscale whispered words that would never leave him: “have you learned nothing from me, apprentice? kill.”
indent galepaw and swiftpaw became prided warriors soon enough, and calls of galehowl and swiftthroat echoed long into their night of vigil: a tense, quiet time in which galehowl could not shake the words told to him by silverscale. he'd look every once in a while his brother’s way, a feeling of dread and hate enveloping him. how could his brother do this? how WAS his brother to do this? that his actions would bring down the clans in agony? but he was supposed to kill him. his own brother. he needed to be sacrificed . . . for the good of the clans. he fought it off for as long as he could, fighting with his orders, not wanting them to be true. however, it soon consumed him. a normal patrol assigned to just his brother and him. how perfect, it was now or never. galehowl let his mind fall blank of any thought, and leapt at his brother's turned back. he gored his body, his sides. go for his eyes, he thought. blind him, kill him. he had made sure they were near the spot another clanmate had been mauled not long ago by a fox. a perfect excuse. and soon it was done, his brother's bright fur matted and wet and almost unrecognizable. "i'm sorry," he heaved, the battle having left him winded and wounded himself. "your sacrifice will benefit us all, brother." galehowl rubbed himself in the remaining fox scent of the previous attack before returning to camp, yowling for help. he limped and fell, yowling to the other warriors and their leader of the attack. “the fox dragged swiftthroat away!” he said. “i tried to fight it but it crippled me and ran.” a patrol of warriors went out looking for it, but found no sign of the fox, or swift, besides a gruesome bloodied scene. before the cats returned from their search, galehowl could already feel the surging regret of his actions. as if he'd been possessed, and now the spirit had left his body. he sagged as he was dragged to the medicine den, fear and panic taking him, but mistaken by the medicine cat for shock. had he . . . really done that? he'd murdered his brother . . . maybe . . . just maybe if swift is alive he could explain . . . he could explain and they could repair things. when the patrol returned and told him of their findings, galehowl tumbled into despair. that night, silverscale was nowhere to be found.
indent the moons seemed to pass for galehowl in flashes. once a bright and dependable cat, the tom had reduced himself to a cold shadow. whatever plans he'd held with silverscale had stopped, as well as the cat's presence in his dreams at all. when his mentor sootjaw passed away, it was one of the only times in recent moons galehowl could feel anything besides regret and loathing. sadness, maybe, for a figure that had been kinder to him than his actual father. every now and then, he still feels silverscale's tugging presence. but unlike moons past, galehowl no longer feels the need to follow the call. in fact, he absolutely despises the feeling. galehowl still cannot shake his regrets and the prophecy of lies, and has only grown colder and colder. • galehowl once spoke to starclan frequently, and he was very spiritual and close to his ancestors. but since swiftthroat’s murder, he’s drifted apart from them, especially when he asked them if he could speak to his brother and he never received a direct answer. eventually he accepted that his brother, and the starclan warriors, probably did not want to speak with him. understandable. • galehowl often revisits the spot where he killed his brother, almost every day. he leaves prey “offerings” there as to maybe appease starclan/swiftthroat.
indent surprisingly, loonstar appointed him as one of her deputies a few moons ago. it was and is a huge honor to galehowl, and he has come out of shell gradually because of it. most of the clan was bewildered by their leader's choice, seeing how cold and damaged galehowl had become since swiftthroat's passing. but loonstar must've seen something in the warrior no one else had, because he is an exceptional deputy and upholds his new position with pride.

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Personality: Hailwhisper is cold, stone-hearted, and
unsympathetic. He truly has a heart of ice. He is
cold, seeming to have no feelings whatsoever. He
can be quite cruel in the sense of speaking to
others. He doesn't care if he hurts them or not. He
feels no sympathy for others no matter what their
going though. He is quite hostile to others especially
those he doesn't trust. Speaking of trust he has trust
issues which makes it hard for him to trust anyone.
He also doesn't do well with others preferring to
be alone than with others. Yes, this tom is truly
worthy of the title 'heart of ice.'
Brief history: Born to Birdfeather and Adder
eye his kit life was different. He was playful as most
kits but once he knew what happened between his
parents he became strangely cold. As he grew, up he
began to despise his father. Apprenticeship was a bit
of a challenge, but he soon became a warrior. Shortly
after he discovered his powers and his siblings

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Ⅴ. Brown & Black Ⅵ. Demi Ⅶ. Crush: Open Ⅷ. Mate: N/A

Ⅰ. Hailwhisper ⅠⅠ. 35 moons ⅠⅠⅠ. Male Ⅳ. Warrior

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Description: Hailwhisper is a lean tom.
He has a slim, lean body with long,
slender legs and medium-sized paws.
His pelt consists of brown, black, tan,
and white. He has a long, slender tail
and icy blue eyes.
Affiliation: SummitClan
Stats:
Agility: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Strength: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Speed: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Stamina: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Fighting: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Tracking: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Intellect: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Pain Tolerance: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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Key: ✿=Family. ✔=Positive ✘=Negative ★=Friend. ▶=Neutral. ➳=Enemy. ♡=Possible Crush. ♥=Romantic Intrest. ❥=Mates.

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Personality: Lightdream can be described as friendly,
affectionate, and a dreamer. She is always one of
the first cats to greet new arrivals or cats returning
from patrols. She is quite friendly with apprentices
always giving them encouraging words before they
leave to go training. She is also quite affectionate
always showing her clanmates the love she has for
them. She is also often found day-dreaming about
some tom or something. She gets easily attached
to certain toms and is always finding herself crush
ing on some tom. Lightdream is also quite sensitive
so others might want to mind her feelings.
Brief history: Born to Littleleaf and Softtuft
her kit life was like most others. She was always
found dreaming about something which her mother
often scolded her on. Apprenticeship was quite the
challenge due to this. She was also more focused
on the toms she was training with than her actual
training. But she made it and soon became a warrior.

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Ⅴ. Ginger & White Ⅵ. Hetero Ⅶ. Crush: Open Ⅷ. Mate: N/A

Ⅰ. Lightdream ⅠⅠ. 26 moons ⅠⅠⅠ. Female Ⅳ. Warrior

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Description: Lightdream is a slim, lean
she-cat. She has a slim body with slender
legs and medium-sized paws. Her pelt
consists of ginger and white. She has
a long, slender tail and amber eyes.
Affiliation: SummitClan
Stats:
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Strength: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Speed: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Stamina: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Fighting: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Tracking: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Intellect: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅
Pain Tolerance: ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅

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Key: ✿=Family. ✔=Positive ✘=Negative ★=Friend. ▶=Neutral. ➳=Enemy. ♡=Possible Crush. ♥=Romantic Intrest. ❥=Mates.

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