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[wildsight]

Alright, then thanks!

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Timber || Fifty-One Moons || Tom || Loner

Appearance: Timber is a dark brown tabby with amber eyes.

Personality: Timber is easygoing, open-minded, wise, comforting, generous, advising, kind, and humorous. He cares deeply for his nephew, acting as a teacher and fatherly figure to the younger cat. He has endured deep hardships in his life but chooses to focus on the good things in life.
Background: Unknown.

Family Members:
- Falcon ( Nephew )

Other Information: Timber is a skilled fighter despite his age and his multiple scars suggests he has seen battle before.

Falcon || Sixteen Moons || Tom || Loner

Appearance: Falcon is a dark brown tabby with amber eyes. He has a scar running over his left eye.

Personality: Falcon is impatient, aggressive, stubborn, protective, and reserved. He doesn’t let others get too close, fearful of being betrayed. The only cat he truly trusts is his uncle, though this can always change. Under his cold exterior Falcon is actually quite a caring tom, willing to protect those he loves at all cost.
Background: Unknown.

Family Members:
- Timber ( Uncle )

Other Information: Falcon, like his uncle, is a skilled fighter.

[believe-hwu]

Accepted! c:

[MarkHoffman]

Name(s): Juniperkit/Juniper Sex: ♀ Age: 22 Moons. Kin: Shrike/Brother, Furrow/Brother/Deceased, Dovestep/Mother/Deceased, Whiteear/Father/Deceased. Sexuality: Bisexual Crush: (open) Mate: (open) Status: Alive Rank: None/Rouge.

Personality: Collected, distrustful, cautious, kind, protective, loyal when you earn it, honest, determined, strong-willed, and enduring. While she may seem like nothing but a cold, tough, warrior she-cat, Juniper has a softer and nearly maternal side to her that only shows to those who have earned her friendship and affections. She is a good, reliable ally to have. She despises vanity, as well as slipping up, and likes those who have an understanding that while the world may be a bit of a cruel place, there's positives, and that the right thing is live to the best of your ability and do all that you can. It's what she does, anyway.

History:

In short, Juniper's mother, Dovestep, lost her mate, Whiteear, to fights instigated and ordered by Birchstar. Feeling Pondclan was no longer safe for her kits and struck with grief, she took off in the night, finding living the life of a rouge preferable to the hell she'd inhabited previously. She raised her kits well enough (into 5 moons), until a storm hit.

While Juniper and Shrike were safe and hidden in a secure nook, Furrow had been separated from them while they were playing, having chased after a vole. Juniper revealed this with great distress to their mother after they were secure, which led to Dovestep sprinting out into the rain and winds to find her third kit, and her death. She managed to locate Furrow, who had been hiding, terrified, in the crevice in the trunk of a tree. She pleaded with him to come to her, for the space was too narrow for her to snatch him herself, but he was struck dumb with fear, and remained petrified. In the middle of her coaxing, a great crack of lighting felled a nearby tree, which crushed her spine and killed her near instantly.

When Shrike and his sister found out what happened the following afternoon, Shrike was overcome with rage, blaming his brother for the death of their mother. He demanded Furrow leave, and he did, but only after Shrike threatened him with death, promising he'd kill his brother if he ever showed his face again. Juniper's attempts to save the situation did nothing, and she mistakenly believed her brother's promise of death to be null.

In the following three moons, Juniper and Shrike learned to fend for themselves, though Juniper was the better of the two.
During this time, She began to notice an innate cruelty Shrike possessed. He would cut the tendons in the legs of rabbits just to watch them squirm in the dirt and to hear their shrieks, or bite the wing off a bird and watch it try to get away from him, only to be intercepted again and again due to their crippled flight, and only when he became bored with them did he actually kill them. She never confronted him about it, but began to feel increasingly cautious and distant from her brother as time went on, partially because she recalled he would play with the mice their mother had brought them long before eating them, and found entertainment in watching the blood squeeze from its wounds. She cursed herself for having failed notice this behavior before, and began to think that Shrike's threat towards their brother may not have been only for show, as she previously figured.

True to her train of thought, Furrow appeared at their encampment weeks later, fittingly in the rain, and when confronted with hissing and agitated questions from his brother, he professed having believed they could make amends now, since they were siblings, after all, and his part in Dovestep's death only being accidental. Juniper quickly intervened before things could spiral out of control, stepping in-between her brothers and bringing reason to the table. Both appeared to have calmed down, until Shrike, without any kind of warning, leapt upon his brother, and, after a brief struggle, nearly tore out his jugular with his teeth. Furrow did not survive, regardless of Juniper's desperate attempts to save him. After she realized he was lost, she turned upon her brother with bared teeth, and soon vicious spitting and arguing turned into claws upon flesh. This is where she earned her two most noticeable scars, and her brother his. They separated after this, and haven't seen eachother since. Juniper promised to kill him if she ever saw him again.

Many moons after the dramatic events involving Shrike, she stumbled upon a Pondclan patrol.

[believe-hwu]

Accepted!

[MarkHoffman]

Accepted!

Thanks! I also just noticed you already have a cat with 'Aspen' in their name, and I just thought I should let you know that I can change her name to Juniper/June to avoid any confusion if necessary.

[believe-hwu]

Thank you, and I had just noticed the same thing, and since there would be one joining the clan with June, it might be best for Juniper instead c:

[MarkHoffman]

Name(s): Shrikekit/Shrike Sex: ♂ Age: 22 Moons. Kin: Juniper/Sister, Furrow/Brother/Deceased, Dovestep/Mother/Deceased, Whiteear/Father/Deceased. Sexuality: He doesn't give much thought to it, but probably🌈 Crush: (open) Mate: (open) Status: Alive Rank: None/Rouge

Personality: Sadistic, intelligent, driven, strategic, temperamental, bold, cunning/clever, ambitious, prideful, careful, manipulative, conceited, very passionate in the right scenario, bit of a control freak at times, resourceful, patient, perceptive, articulate, persuasive/charismatic. If by some means you get him on your side, you've got a major boost. Shrike knows how to look at things from multiple angles and deduce the absolute best approach, and can keep things going quickly and efficiently, but good luck getting that to happen. He hates ignorance, and believes none should ever stop learning.
Shrike possesses a powerful ambition to lead his own clan, believing he could do far better than most, with his cleverness and ruthlessness, as well as simply craving having others beneath him, obeying his every order. He desires loyal followers, and power, and is convinced that leading a successful and stable clan will sate him and his lust for said power.

Desc: Shrike is a solid white (with heterochromia), slim and sleek tomcat with very little scarring besides the rather prominent one on his face. He keeps himself somewhat lean, and his long, thin tail creates the illusion of a longer body.

History:

(Cont. from Juniper's history.)

After his and Juniper's split, Shrike traveled far off from Pondclan territory, feeling no attachment to the land and the unfortunate memories of the trainwreck that was his childhood. He migrated to a rockier and dryer land with lots of nooks and crannies, but with less abundant prey. His goal upon arriving there was to familiarize himself well with the terrain, and, if he could, find some willing cats to work with him.

Extra!

Shrike was always closer with his mother, Dovestep, than his siblings (big mama's boy), and only ever felt truly safe when curled up against her side, surrounded by silky-soft fur and the comforting sounds of her soft breathing. He reveled in any praise he got from her, and had planned quite ridiculously that he would one day dethrone the leader of the clan that forced her to go into hiding so that she would be able to return. (Sounds like a good plan kid.) Obviously, it didn't work out, and he was absolutely destroyed when she met her demise, since his entire world and ambitions revolved around her up until that point. Said ambitions to run Pondclan transformed into his current plan to start his own clan from scratch. (So basically, he was already an abnormally morbid and violent, troubled kid by nature, and his mother dying, who'd he staked all his plans on, tipped his world completely on its axis and set him off, like opening a tamer version of Pandora's Box.)

(Realizing that this story has a lot of classic Warriorcats golden age era edge to it, so I'm really hoping this is less edgy than I think it is, and I'm just overthinking it.)

[Pasteli~]

Rainsong - Female - Warrior - Bisexual - Mate: None - Crush: Open - 17 moons

Personality: Rainsong is an observant and thoughtful. Though she may seem
shy and reserved to cats who don't know her, she can be very sweet and
loyal to her friends and loved ones. She is somewhat of an introvert;
doesn't like being around many cats at once, but is happy to talk to
anyone who wants to. Though she may have some hidden secrets,
she is careful not to let anyone know about them.

History: Rainsong was found alone less than a mile away from
the clan as a kit. She was severely malnourished and a queen
was kind enough to take her under her care. Many cats were
suspicious that she was a kittypet when she was taken in, and
she was often left alone in her younger days. Everyone seemed
to forget the rumor over time though. Rainsong refuses to believe
she was ever a kittypet and tries to stay away from those who
questioned/believed the rumor.

[believe-hwu]

How old is she?