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━ name : orchidstar.
━ orchid, for her pretty markings (her parents also just liked it).
━ bloom, for her pretty green eyes and love for plant life.
━ star, for it is the universal suffix of all leaders.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : fifty-two moons old, with five lives remaining.
━ rank : leader of hillclan.
━ appearance : orchidstar is a petite, wiry little she-cat with coarse, mostly black tortoiseshell fur and pale green eyes. she is mainly ebony, but has light ginger hues all over her body. her muzzle and spine are flecked in gray, and her body is tough with rigid muscles, nimble paws, and a long tail. her irises are an amber color around the pupil and they fade to a paler hue on the edges. her voice is also somehow harsh and feminine, authoritative and with no room for argument. orchidstar also has a series of scars across her neck that add to her intimidating presence.
━ scent : she smells of fresh blooms and pollen.

━ personality : orchidstar is . . . family-oriented, active, intelligent, natural leader, self-assured ; sharp-tongued, free-spirited, possessive, proud, stern, territorial ; hot-headed, stubborn, bleak, unwelcoming, intimidating.
orchidstar is a hard cat to like, and an even harder cat to love, but that does not mean that she doesn't have good qualities about her. rather than these qualities being held deep down, they are simply overshadowed by her more aggressive natures. one of her best features is her care towards her kin, and while no other cat besides those of her blood will receive this treatment, her love for them is undeniable. she is also incredibly skilled, not only with refined strong muscles, but a quick and sharp mind. she always has time for activities that are either physically or mentally demanding. orchidstar can practically solve any problem she puts her body or mind to, especially with her clan's livelihood on the line. and although she would never admit this fact to herself, it is apparent she is a leader, not afraid to speak her mind and call shots no matter how tough the choices may be! her actions are backed by her steadfast nature. she hardly ever thinks back on anything she's done, knowing that what she did and plans to do is the best course of action she can muster. moving on from orchidstar's better half are her more tame traits, though that is a generous statement. she is extremely sharp-tongued, and frankly it seems her mouth has a mind of its own. the leader has not grown from her roots and maintains her ever cruel vocabulary that she has used from birth. it's simply mouse-brained to think she would ever speak anything but cold words. orchidstar is quite the lonesome leader, often out of camp on her own, traversing the land. the molly has always been a bit wild even for a clan cat. if it weren't for her family ties she would have never settled into hillclan. but don't get her confused; what's hers is hers! no matter how hard to pin down she may be, orchidstar is extremely proud and territorial. anyone that insults her name or land will not be quickly forgotten. and while that may seem like a negative most of the time, it leads her to being very observant. she almost always has tabs on all her clanmates, and borders that she constantly frequents! last but not least however, she is strict . . . quite strict. any apprentice or warrior out of line she is quick to reprimand, and she will not think twice about it. while this often gets on every cat's nerves, she couldn't care less. after all, most cats are too dimwitted to know what's good for them anyway. finally come her most distinguishable traits . . . her negative ones. orchidstar is and always has been ruled by her temper. she is quick to fight though most of the skirmishes are verbal ones. it doesn't take much to rub this molly the wrong way and if a cat were to do so it would be wise of them to watch out or face her wrath. she seemingly never gives up ground in arguments as her way is the best way and any cat that disagrees with her is simply an idiot. sadly her more extroverted traits tend to all be bad ones, including her rather stormy nature. she is always talking of worst case scenarios to explain away her fanatic obsession with hunting and training, but mostly to the displeasure of cats that just simply wanna talk rather than think about all the ways they could possibly die. which leads into her more unwelcoming presence, though this is more on purpose than her bleakness. she doesn't want to talk, and is quite displeased by strangers and outsiders. she is even uninterested in the kits she adopts into her clan, the cats that one day will be her clanmates. everyone is a liability that she has to worry about, and so she doesn't quite have time to welcome them with open paws and a toothy smile. there's actual things to worry about rather than trivial emotions. and due to all this, it is easy to see why others find her intimidating. those jarring neck scars certainly don't help, though orchidstar doesn't mind this trait, not in the slightest, even going as far to embrace it. with a mere snarl the whole clan submits, a mere flick of the tail and everyone is quiet! sometimes it's easier to keep those around you safe if they fear what punishment they would receive if they were to disobey.
━ likes : her clan, spending time alone, running, hunting, her home, solving problems, helping out, eating with her clan, flora and fauna, winning.
━ dislikes : outsiders, betrayal, disobedience, any threat to her or her beloved clanmates, sickness, losing a clanmate, foxes/badgers/coyotes.

━ sexuality : orchidstar is homosexual (partially because she is infertile, but she really does love girls).
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : a mate, sure, but kittens bother her and she doesn't desire having them.
━ preferences : cool, calm, pale coat colors, light eyes, swift, cunning, intelligent, adventurous.

━ history : kestrel was a young rogue who came across a kittypet named spencer. their meeting went well and they had a very brief fling together, but kestrel preferred her life as a rogue and quickly decided to return to it. not long after returning to her life, the she-cat realized that she was pregnant with kits, which worried her. she hadn't been expecting kits nor did she currently want any. when it came to the kitting, everything went smoothly and she birthed two girls. • kestrel stayed with them until they were able to survive without milk from her, then she carried them to a nearby territory where she knew a group of cats lived. placing her daughters down, she told them to stay where they were and left them in the safest place she could find. as quickly as she had come, kestrel left after wishing her daughters luck in their new lives. • orchid was very much annoyed when a bunch of cats just happened to stroll by and take them away. she didn't want to go with them! she wanted HER mother! when placed in the care of a surrogate mother in a strange new "clan" she grew pretty bitter toward everyone except her sister. whenever patrols came back she would pursue them to ask if they saw her mother, still believing that the molly would come back for them.
indent orchidpaw continued her reign of hellfire throughout her apprenticeship, continuing to bully those around her, even her own mentor at times, rookwhisker. she had no respect for really anyone. she made lots of friends and remained close with her sister . . . but her enemies far outweighed the few that liked her. • she and her sister were the talk of the town, and rightfully so, as they made quite the splash as rebels, but it was short lived. onyxjaw, a young warrior, began to get between them. onyxjaw had given thistlepaw everything orchidpaw never did and as a result thistlepaw began to grow into her own cat, and away from orchidpaw's suffocating grasp. this didn't go unnoticed by the apprentice and the two began to argue on and off about the topic. and when the day finally came for them to start gathering information on their mom thistlepaw backed out. the two had a HUGE argument, with thistlepaw reluctant to leave their clan. but orchidpaw had a new plan to finish her apprenticeship and leave on her own to find and bring kestrel to thistlepaw! only then could the three finally be a true family again.
indent orchidpaw became orchidbloom and thistlepaw was named thistleblossom. not long after their ceremony, thistle announced she was carrying onxyjaw's kits. orchidbloom was close to leaving the clan and making it as a rogue, in search of kestrel, but she stayed for thistleblossom's sake. she spent a lot of time visiting with her sister and babysitting when the litter of four was born. • orchidbloom took on an apprentice named irispaw, and she was made a warrior, becoming irissong (npc). although it wasn't the sweetest pairing, both mentor and apprentice were happy to have been together. orchidbloom even began to see irissong as her own child, and was proud to have raised such a fine warrior. in the fall she was then given her second apprentice, maplepaw. the beginning of the apprenticeship was easygoing, as maplepaw had been keen on learning all orchidbloom had to offer, though midway through something changed in her apprentice to leave her aggravated towards orchidbloom. this soured the mood between them, splintering them apart until maplepaw's late apprenticeship. they pulled through, and she was named mapleblaze (npc). • orchidbloom was soon after given bearpaw as an apprentice, her third thus far in her life. as time progressed the two became quite a pair, as orchidbloom was pleased to finally have an extremely willing and thoughtful apprentice. she became fond of him in her own way, and the young tom quickly cemented himself as her favorite apprentice. the two got through the rest of the winter together and through the spring. however, training was put on hold when spring rolled around and a wrath of green-cough washed over the clan.
indent amongst those sick was her dear sister thistleblossom. the warrior stayed by her sister's side as night fell, and trained her apprentice by day, hoping to make thistleblossom feel better. unfortunately though, the sickness only got worse, not just for thistleblossom, but for a good portion of the clan, and the clan was separated. the medicine cats and the sick were moved to a makeshift camp, one that the healthy warriors were not allowed to visit. orchidbloom, inwardly distraught, focused her time on training bearpaw and gathering prey for the sick. it wasn't till a little over a moon later when she saw her sister again. thistleblossom had passed in the night and her body was brought back to camp for burial. orchidbloom became completely hysterical. on the days following, she was distant and quiet to everyone but her kin. she often left camp in order to visit her sister's grave, making a promise to thistleblossom that she would keep her kits safe. no matter what. about a week after her passing, the rest of the sick cats returned to camp. the green-cough epidemic was finally squashed by the medicine cats. • because of her courage and strength in the face of the sickness and her undying love for the clan, the elderly leader at the time, harestar, made orchidbloom deputy. this wasn't a surprise to many, but it floored orchid, and she gladly accepted with pride. moons passed, and bearpaw became bearstrike. tensions between hillclan and swampclan began to heighten over the recent sickness and the lack of prey, and so war began over hillclan's strip of forest on its southern border. after a particular hard and gruesome battle, orchidbloom died due to her injuries, in a bloody heap. harestar's last life was lost as well during the fight, leaving all of hillclan in chaos. both of their leaders were dead. orchidbloom was locked in a deep slumber, one that seemed to last centuries until she was awoken by a familiar voice. thistleblossom! upon hearing her sister's voice loud and clear, orchidbloom jolted awake, the world before her flooding with light as she found her way to starclan. when she looked around she discovered she had been visited by nine cats, two of which being her kin: thistleblossom and kestrel. the group of the dead informed orchidbloom of her role, and that it was time for her to become leader of hillclan. the molly was originally extremely against the this proposition, not wanting to return to the land of the living and remain in peace. unfortunately the murdered she-cat cannot refuse her own destiny. • filled with disdain and unease, orchidbloom agreed, for the safety of hillclan. orchidbloom was given the name orchidstar, by her sister. orchidstar said a short farewell to her loved ones, gripping thistleblossom and kestrel close as they faded around her.
indent when the new leader awoke, the world was warped as it came into focus, yowls filling her ears. stumbling upward, orchidstar felt new energy flowing through her, her fumbling soon turning to hard, quick footsteps as she leaped for blackstar, the former leader of swampclan. the two rolled as all the cats stopped where they were in the middle of battle, watching their leaders, the hillclanners shocked that their deputy had returned to them. orchidstar pinned _star beneath her and yowled to the battling clans, making the announcement of her rise to leadership and ending the war between the two clans.

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━ name : pearnose.
━ pear, for his small size as a kitten.
━ nose, for his good sense of smell and tracking abilities.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : forty-seven moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : pearnose is a dark brown tabby tom with lighter brown/sandy hues on his face, muzzle, and throat, and this same color rims the bright white patch on his chest. in terms of height, pearnose is rather average. his build is fairly stocky, though still sleek. his fur is a medium length on his face, but his belly, chest, and tail sport a considerable amount of plumage. his dark chocolate stripes cross his entire body, and he has broad, white paws, long whiskers, and mesmerizing pale turquoise eyes.
━ scent : he smells of pine needles.

━ personality : pearnose is . . . sharp, protective, thoughtful ; sarcastic, perceptive, reticent ; nostalgic, wary, stubborn.
pearnose is quick to pick up new things. he finds it easy to replicate things he sees other cats doing, whether it be catching prey in a new way or a fighting move he has not seen before. if pearnose cares for you, he will likely protect you with his life. pearnose has lost, or nearly lost, far too many cats close to him for him to let any of that ever happen again. while his protectiveness is often focused around specific cats, it's also directed towards his clan. if pearnose notices any cat is looking down, he usually does his best to try and cheer the cat up or at least make an effort to show the cat he cares. however, his best efforts usually seem rather meager due to his lack of a way with words. he tends to show his concern through actions, like a quick headrub or fetching someone a piece of prey he knows they like. pearnose just doesn't like to see other cats feeling poorly. his tongue is as sharp as his personality. though he is frequently serious, he is rarely not sarcastic about things. sometimes his sarcasm is misinterpreted as malice, but he really doesn't intend to hurt anyone ever; he just has a very dry sense of humor. pearnose is quick to notice when things are different or if someone is acting strangely. a lot of the time his perceptiveness comes through in him noticing when someone isn't feeling well or is having a bad day, but other times it allows him to notice when things are up or when something is going on that he may not be intending to find out about. pearnose is a cat of few words, usually. unless he knows you well, and even then, he is not likely to be a chatterbox. in many ways this serves as a benefit to anyone who confides in him, as he is not the type to tell others about anything he feels they don't need to know about, even if they think they do. pearnose is the type to dwell in the past, reliving the "better days" in his head. sometimes he also relives the worse days, which sends him into moods and periods of reclusiveness. if the dark tabby isn't 100% sure about something he's going to be very wary of it. being that he isn't sure of much, including other cat's intentions, he is wary of nearly everything. it takes a lot to gain pearnose's trust, and very little to break it. pearnose trusts himself and his own perception more than he does anyone else, so he's very unlikely to change his mind on any topic unless he has explicit proof of it being true. even so, there's a chance that he wouldn't change his mind anyway. the only cat with any heightened ability to change his mind is appleheart.
━ likes : green-leaf weather, heat, birdsong, the sound of water flowing.
━ dislikes : being in water/swimming, rats, snow, leaf-bare weather.

━ sexuality : pearnose is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he still isn't entirely over palethroat; there are definitely still feelings there.
━ mate and kits : he's not really looking for a relationship at the moment, nor kits. but who's to say things with palethroat couldn't be rekindled?
━ preferences : all he asks for is someone who respects his boundaries and understands his close bond with his sister.

━ history : pearkit was born in early green-leaf, and the season colored his kithood. blessed with bountiful prey, among other things, pearkit's youth was an easy, care-free time. him and his sister, applekit, developed a deep bond as they spent green-leaf playing around camp with each other and the other kits in the clan. after slipping into the water by the camp as a kit and nearly drowning, pearkit became rather wary of the water. though pearpaw's apprenticeship started out fairly well, it was only two moons in that crisis struck. when both their parents died, pearpaw and applepaw grew even closer together, rarely leaving each other's sides. it was likely out of pity, seeing the apprentices orphaned so young, that they were allowed to stick together as they did. when applepaw grew sick not long after their parents had died of the same illness, pearpaw felt as if his world was falling apart. he dedicated all his time to trying to do whatever he could to help the medicine cat help his sister, and was dismayed when he was finally told that his efforts were only endangering him more. pearpaw entered a state of near-constant stress, and began losing more weight that he already had been due to a famine. he drew away from most other cats in his clan, severing ties he had made earlier, for better or for worse. eventually, thankfully, applepaw recovered and pearpaw felt his life was falling back into place.
indent pearnose was named a warrior at fifteen moons old. the new warrior became close to a hillclan warrior, palethroat, and his friends at a gathering. applepaw (still a med cat apprentice at the time) mocked pearnose incessantly for the crush on palethroat that she was so sure he had, despite his denial of it. it wasn't until palethroat decided to stay with his clanmates instead of leaving them for pearnose, that he realized his sister was right. though the feelings were mutual, and palethroat begged pearnose to join hillclan, asserting that staying back was the only way they could manage to be mates, seeing as he was the deputy of his own clan. pearnose ultimately decided his place was with swampclan and, more than that, his sister. it was too late for pearnose and his relationship, which wouldn't have been possible in the first place, what with them being unwilling to leave their homes. despite pearnose's attempts, palethroat cut off contact completely with the fellow warrior, leaving pearnose heartbroken and soured to the idea of love. pearnose receded into himself once again, though he stayed relatively close to appleheart. currently, pearnose remains wary; still, he is thankful for the prospect of different future, and thankful to see appleheart looking alive and happy.

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━ name : quickpaw ⇢ quickstrike
━ quick, for his size, and because his father believed he had the build of a future runner.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ strike, for his combat skills.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : eleven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : quickpaw is a muscular rusty brown tom with dark chocolate stripes and piercing golden eyes.
━ scent : he smells of lavender, earth, and stone.

━ personality : quickpaw is . . . cunning, mellow, endearing, helpful, humane ; know-it-all, stoic, reserved, quiet ; stubborn, moody, difficult to swallow, nervous, jumpy.
you'll prob never see a more loyal and dedicated apprentice than quickpaw! quite rigid and stubborn, when this tabby tom fixes his mind on something, he stops at nothing to achieve it. he is very firm in his beliefs . . . and can be frustratingly pigheaded, ornery, and mulish at times. he is wild about hunting, and is rarely in camp; when he happens to be there, though, he is very reserved, shy, and soft-spoken around others. quick is a bit two-faced, because he's only himself when he is with his friends or when he is hunting. he has a huge issue with distractions and love, as he believes that his sole purpose in life is to be the hardest worker, and to become quickstrike.
━ likes : hunting, roaming terrain, being alone.
━ dislikes : twolegs, traps, outsiders, leaf-bare.

━ sexuality : quickpaw is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anybody! pm me!
━ mate and kits : he hopes to have a mate one day. he isn't sure about kits, nor his ability to love or be loved.
━ preferences : gingers, light eyes, witty.

━ history : (all other characters are NPCs unless someone wants to play them). quickpaw has lived in the shadow of his father all his life. silverstrike was, without a single doubt, one of the finest warriors of hillclan. that is, until he fell hard for a flirtatious, mysterious loner named moose. moose bore him two kits after a dangerous love affair full of lies and deceit. but since she was young, she abandoned them and her mate, and was never seen again. silverstrike gave his kits to a queen named toadface, allowing them to believe that she was their birth mother just to spare them shame. quickpaw & fogpaw flourished under toadface's wing, totally oblivious to the fact that their mother had left them. quickpaw, even as a young kit, displayed the skills of a hunter. it was very clear that the tomcat was going to be just like his father. the father and son shared a very close bond until the day that silverstrike met his match at the iron jaws of a twoleg trap. to this day quickpaw vows to live up to his father's legacy. the male wants his warrior name to be quicksilver . . . in remembrance of the cat he aspires to be.

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━ name : wisteriapaw ⇢ wisteriaclaw.
━ wisteria, due to her mother's love for the plant.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ claw, for her talent in combat and hunting.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : ten moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : wisteriapaw is a small tuxedo she-cat with long, wispy black fur and a dainty gait. her chest, throat, belly, and muzzle are white, and going up her forehead/between her eyes is a distinctive white stripe. her fur is incredibly soft and she takes great care of it, often found grooming herself in the mornings. she has long white whiskers and the tufts of hair that sprout from her ears are also white. her chin is black, and so is her heart-shaped nose. she has big bright, light green eyes and pupils that are always large.
━ scent : oddly enough, she smells of midnight wisteria with a light hint of spearmint.

━ personality : wisteriapaw is . . . adventurous, daring, loyal ; a do-now-think-later type of individual, boastful ; reckless.
wisteriapaw literally wants to live in an adventure, and nothing else. she’d go through anything to try and be remembered through something cool. she likes to take herself to her limits, and lives for the adrenaline rush. wisteriapaw is fiercely loyal, or some might say even blindingly. once she becomes loyal to another cat, she’ll always stick up for them, and try her hardest to protect them, though earning her loyalty may be a faulty task. the molly tends to take action before thinking through what her actions may lead to. if she beats you in a contest, she’ll never let you hear the end of it . . . and her recklessness speaks for itself. she spends a lot of time in the medicine cat den for thorns, burrs, and cuts, since she blunders into situations and is the cat to go to if you need someone to get in on an absurd plan or fun game.
━ likes : warm sunlight, being scared, scary stuff like spiders, training.
━ dislikes : cats who are boring, to be ignored, to be forgotten.

━ sexuality : wisteriapaw is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : she wants a mate one day but isn't too sure about kits. she has plans to be a great warrior and doesn't want to be bogged down in the nursery with kits to worry about.
━ preferences : powerful, handsome, outgoing, headstrong, confident . . . she wants to be a total power couple with her future beau.

━ history : mothears and beetlerain met each other early on in their apprentice years. that might’ve been the reason as to why their relationship didn’t exactly work. their young love was fierce and burned vividly, like a flame, though once mothears was pregnant with wisteria, their love dwindled and arguments began to arise amongst the two. it was mainly because mothears was not ready for a kit, and felt disgusted with herself to be pregnant. beetlerain on the other hand was overjoyed that the two would bear kin, and couldn’t understand as to why mothears was so negative about the entire situation. moth proclaimed that she would no longer be with beetlerain after she had given birth, which of course, crushed him. it was mainly because she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that she would be giving birth at a young age, only twelve moons. she hated how impure she felt, and wanted nothing to do with the tom that made her feel that way. wisteriakit was born in leaf-bare during a blizzard. it was during her time as a queen that moth was most abusive to wisteriapaw. when wisteriakit wanted the loving touch of their mother, mothears would prod her forcefully away, not wanting anything to do with her, and she was rather disgusted by wisteriakit's pathetic demeanor. this is why wisteria was underweight as a kit, and usually looked sickly; though she never understood why she wasn’t allowed to drink from her mother, her spirits were never dampened. beetlerain kept his promise and left mothears, separating the two for good. his love for her couldn’t be quenched, though, and he pleaded her to let him in once more, though she refused. on multiple occasions, he threatened to kill wisteriakit if that’s what it took for moth to be with him again. repulsed by his response, she quickly grew paranoid over her own safety, wondering what he would do if he continued.
indent it was not long until beetlerain felt it was too much for him to handle, and he quickly fell into depression and longing. feeling rejected and hurt, he never actually wanted to bring harm to wisteriakit, and all his threats were hollow, though mothears never came to understand that. it wasn’t long before he stopped eating, partaking in gatherings, and talking to his friends and family. it was on one uneventful humid night, that the other warriors found that beetlerain had fallen asleep with no show that he’d awaken ever again. it was said that he had starved to death in his sleep, considering his body was frail, and ribs protruded from his sides. mothears was badly affected . . . she'd still held love for the tom, and felt so much guilt and anguish after his death, that she actually began to take care of wisteriakit, hoping the black-and-white skinny lump of fur would redirect her thoughts from her ex.
indent wisteriakit was deemed wisteriapaw at the age of six moons, even though she resembled a four-moon-old cat. her relationship with her mother became stronger, and better. wisteria actually considers their relationship healthy. mothears never exactly spoke about beetlerain anymore, though that never quite bothered wisteriapaw, being the carefree apprentice she is.

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━ name : killian.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : twenty-five moons old.
━ rank : a restless rogue.
━ appearance : killian is a handsome, muscular jet black tomcat with orange eyes.
━ scent : he smells of crushed fallen leaves and rain-washed stone.

━ personality : killian is . . . cunning, fierce, charming, intelligent, strategic, witty ; perceptive, blunt, opinionated, flirtatious, noncommittal, sarcastic, unpredictable, flighty ; manipulative, a bit violent, self-absorbed, arrogant, detached, shallow, pedantic, slightly obsessive.
this tomcat has a delicate sensibility and can easily perceive others' emotions. in this way, killian is not easily fooled. killian notably doesn't hold back what's on his mind, no matter how distasteful the comment. he'll let you know his opinion even if you don't ask for it. like his father before him, he is a schemer. he is highly intelligent and will manipulate others to suit his needs when necessary, though he also likes to turn to brute force. killian has very few morals and rather enjoys the life of con. when the black cat wants something, he'll make strategic moves to get it; nothing will stand in his way. egocentric, his foremost concern and focus is himself. killian can be obnoxiously full of himself and puts his needs before others'. this is not to say he doesn't care about others, he just believes that no one is higher than himself. this stems from a long history of having to fend for himself alone. killian is a notorious flirt and takes pleasure in courting. he views its as more of a hobby and has no regard for emotions or the trail of broken hearts he leaves behind when he toys with mollies. the tom thinks flirting is an indulgent way to pass the time, never a commitment to weigh him down. he's never had a deep relationship . . . again, because he bores quickly. he is rather shallow, pulling toward the first pretty face he sees instead of a soul that would challenge him. when killian is in the right state of mind, he can be a conversationalist. he's a sarcastic cat that can find humor in just about every situation, scorning those who take themselves and things too seriously. pedantic at his core, the black rogue is a huge perfectionist. he is his own worst critic, but he refuses to let others see this obsessive side of him. he is completely unpredictable, seeming to adapt his personality to suit whichever cat he is talking to. it's almost like impersonation. killian can act friendly, hostile, rude, noble, honorable, and much more depending on what reactions he's interested in exploring.
━ likes : the life of con, females, teasing, courting, flirting, exploring, conversing, dry humor, rolling with the punches, eating fresh food.
━ dislikes : anyone that messes with his food, cats that take themselves/things too seriously, sleeping, green-leaf.

━ sexuality : killian is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : if you're pretty and you're a female, congrats, he's attracted to you!
━ crushing : killian doesn't exactly crush or pine. he just gets. so he currently doesn't have anyone on his mind.
━ mate and kits : he has tricked and "pretend" fallen for countless mollies, has been with more than his fair share of lovers, and has fathered lots and lots of litters of kittens that he will never know. killian mates and messes around for the thrill of it, and then abandons the mate at the time and his children, disappearing without a trace onto the next best thing. he is never satisfied and will never settle.
━ preferences : he literally only goes for looks and a spunky attitude, aka someone that will return his courting and charm.

━ history : because killian’s spent the majority of his life wandering, he has learned to survive by utilizing instinct and bending himself into a versatile cat. he has acquired numerous skill sets over the years of hiding in the shadows, observing others and life. he has a taste for the solitary life and is enchanted by the idea of freedom. the loner's constantly on the move and gets bored with routine living, thus making him pity the clan cats. he has a habit of changing his hideout/region every few days just to entertain himself. • to put simply, his main/worst habit is this: find female, flirt with female, mate with female, and move onto the next temptress. killian has made it his personal goal to father as many kittens as possible in order to spread his glorious genes throughout the world. he has many sons and daughters, but all of them have been dumped on their mothers when he suddenly disappears or the clans he has joined and then left abruptly. • he is very picky, only eating fresh food. he often goes hungry because he refuses to eat food from storages or carrion. killian is never friendly to strangers when fresh-kill is involved. when bickering over food, he becomes extremely agitated and aggressive, even with the prettiest of faces. • he carries himself with ease and flowing elegance, his head high and chest puffed out. he prides himself on his fit, muscular body and knows just how much it is admired. • killian often struggles to fall asleep, and is a bit of an insomniac. when he does sleep, he does so lightly. he will usually toss blame on some sort of noise rather than accept that sleeping is a problem for him.

[deftonesly]

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━ name : viperstrike.
━ viper, for his dark coloration.
━ strike, for his exceptional combat skills.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : forty-two moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : viperstrike is a gray tabby maine coon with huge, intricate black stripes and scattered spots crossing his body. viperstrike is a very, very silky and plush looking cat with thick fur. through intense training, he, while still slender, possesses ample amount of lithe muscle, adding to his tall frame. his base color is a silvery gray, and this can mainly be seen on the front half of his body, but it fades to white on his hairy chest and on the edges of his cheek fur. his paws, spine, and tail are black; and the stripes emerging from the corners of his eyes and on his face make him resemble a tiger and are very distinctive. his fur is curly on his throat and underbelly, and above his white muzzle, lies a dark gray nose, its bridge being a tan color. he has wide, glittering yellow eyes, long white whiskers, and his most distinctive feature are his huge ears with tufts of black at their tips.
━ scent : stone and fern leaves.

━ personality : viperstrike is . . . mild, earnest, perceptive, humble ; stubborn, ambitious, emotional, self-indulgent ; anxious, sensitive, outspoken.
viperstrike, nowadays, radiates a more calm and collected personality, though that isn't to say he's without his anxiety . . . mild-mannered and soft-spoken, viperstrike tends to remain on the quiet side, but he no longer has an issue with asserting himself. that does nothing to negate how sweet and gentle the young cat is. a very genuine cat at heart, viperstrike does not waste time with lying about himself nor his intentions, and will always put his truest self forward. viperstrike tends to be observant and thoughtful of others and their intentions as well, and proves to be quite the perceptive cat, often taking notes of vocal or body tics to try and pinpoint how another is feeling, or if they’re being truthful with their intentions. with time, he's grown to realize that he does this to also determine how he himself should be around them. however, there’s more to viperstrike than just his mild-mannered nature. he is incredibly headstrong and stubborn, and struggles with the concept of backing down or changing his mind on something, especially when it comes to swampclan's hottest topic: hillclan. in a way, this makes him closed-minded and opposed to changing his mind, which can prove a challenge to work with, especially with hillclan's wicked victories and the death of his sister on his mind. however, he feels an immense pride towards his own clan at any and all moments and one day longs to be its leader! no matter how much he feels as though he’s ready to be leader, he's still quite the emotional tom. it’s incredibly easy to stir up his emotions and get him all riled up, whether it be from happiness, sadness, or other emotions. however, despite viperstrike's more emotional self, he has learned how to control and deal with his emotions as opposed to wearing them so glaringly on his sleeve. despite viperstrike's strong ambition and drive for success, he is still quite anxious and does find himself doubting his own strengths at times. through trauma in his youth, he's grown more independent in contrast to his dependence in his youth, and nowadays seems quite lonesome more than anything. tying in with his more emotional nature, he is a sensitive cat who struggles with taking ill words towards him to heart, holding onto it until it festers within him. it doesn’t help that his anxiety makes somethings out of nothings, so as a result, it’s not uncommon to find him upset and downcast for seemingly little to no reason. somehow, though, he still manages to be quite the outspoken cat at times, and will state his thoughts with little hesitation and with an air of boldness he's trained more and more with time. overall, viperstrike is a sweet, albeit nervous and bitter, maine coon with a strong ambition towards his and his clan’s future. he will put in all it takes to get to where he wants to be.
━ likes : order, serving his clan, his moms, his sisters (both alive and not), honeyheart, bugs, good food, napping, winning, nighttime, the quiet.
━ dislikes : death, hillclan, _ and _, arguing, being undermined, excess conversation, feeling tired, being singled out, fooling around.

━ sexuality : viperstrike is demiromantic and homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment. hmu!
━ mate and kits : he has neither, but he knows he wants kittens, given his fondness of them. he wants to be the one in his future relationship that sires their litter with a surrogate.
━ preferences : dark fur, broad-shouldered, light eyes, someone with confidence and strength.

━ history : born to swampclan warriors, asterfang and nighttail among a litter of two other siblings (all NPCs unless deemed otherwise). quickly determined to be the most sensitive one, viperkit spent most of his childhood clinging close to the sides of his family members, rarely straying from the metaphorical, and physical, nest. with time though, he did finally begin to branch out more, leading him to meeting _ (then _paw), _, _ (then _paw) among others. though he grew closest to _, who comforted him before the events of a chaotic gathering, he did come to value all of them. towards his last couple of moons in the nursery, in an attempt to try and be around starlingeye and sandflower's (NPCs) kittens, he accidentally let slip a topic that starlingeye wasn't open to his kittens knowing yet, leading viperkit to unintentionally being ostracized. eventually, he did forgive starlingeye, even if begrudgingly, and he got to know more of his kittens and others in the nursery more. he was made an apprentice with his two sisters, and apprenticed to rosesong (NPC).
indent he was awkward around the tom/she-cat at first, but they grew closer with time. viperpaw melded into being an apprentice with ease. he was soon caught up in a battle, and had to take time off from his training to heal, but he remained optimistic the whole time. only a moon later, his sister cloverpaw was killed by a hillclan warrior in a border fight. viperpaw fell into a deep slump, and focused more and more on training; he felt lonelier than ever before, but threw himself into his work. in another border fight, swampclan won, and viperpaw successfully won in a fight against another apprentice. he was very proud! for a while he just kind of did things, honestly? he talked more with his peers that were his age, and seemed to be trying his best to chill despite how sad and torn-up he was over cloverpaw. a border patrol went out. he wasn't one of the cats to attend, and he felt anxious for awhile. and for good reason, because swampclan was ambushed! viperpaw came to fight in the ambush, and learned that fawnsnap (NPC) was the murderer of cloverpaw. his denmate, webpaw (NPC) yelled at him and didn't let him fight alongside her, despite how she wasn't capable of dealing with fawnsnap on her own. he left webpaw to her own devices for awhile, but eventually he circled back after assisting warriors. seeing that webpaw was not doing well, he helped to finish fawnsnap off. fawnsnap passed out, and a couple of hillclan warriors approached to fight them before orchidstar called them off. viperpaw stopped talking to webpaw for awhile, and focused instead on finishing his training.
indent he became a warrior at fifteen moons and was dubbed viperstrike. his warrior duties were and continue to be great. he loves being a warrior. he still isn't talking to webfang (again NPC), but it is mutual. as new kittens were born or found over the seasons, viperstrike fell in love with kit-sitting.

[Fawnie]

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━ name : nettlestorm.
━ nettle, for her spiky fur.
━ storm, because of her unpredictable nature.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : thirty-six moons old.
━ rank : warrior, former queen.
━ appearance : nettlestorm is a light gray-brown tabby she-cat with ginger hues to her long, spiky fur. she has a plumy tail, a white muzzle, chest, and belly, and light green eyes.
━ scent : fresh leafy greens and crisp leaf-bare air.

━ personality : nettlestorm is . . . strong-willed, compassionate, clan/family-oriented ; stubborn, a watcher, patient ; quick-tempered, harsh, blunt.
she doesn't stop until it's over. it doesn't matter what gets in her way, she will finish what she started. nettlestorm can have a soft side and will show it to the ones who need it. she puts her heart into every paw step even if it doesn't seem like it. nettlestorm has a hard shell, but she will take care of cats that have fallen. they just need to get back on their feet quickly. her compassion does not stay long. kits are the heart of the clan and the warriors are the blood. she would do anything for her clan and her family. they are what drives her to be better. starclan has placed her in hillclan and she will do her best to make the clan strong even if the it doesn't agree with her. once her mind has been made there's no turning back and she will fight anyone about it if they disagree. nettlestorm is the cat who studies others. she would like to understand her clanmates and the cats without talking to them. every cat will give something away and it's only a matter of time before she notes it. she knows that not every cat starts off as a warrior and it takes time and guidance to train a kit into an adult. however, it doesn't take much for nettlestorm to snap and hiss. say or do anything wrong in her eyes and she has no problem unsheathing her claws. family or not, if they need to be taught a lesson, she will give it to them. even though she's trying better herself, she can still be cold and distant. nettlestorm is still fighting with who is she and who she wants to be. there's no point to beat around the bush. she will tell you exactly how she feels and isn't afraid to hurt other's feelings, thinking that this will help in the long run.
━ likes : the cold/snow, rainy, stormy days and nights, hunting, taking walks around the border.
━ dislikes : greenleaf, disrespectful cats, disobedient apprentices, weak, helpless cats, begging, pleading, whining, or wailing about anything.

━ sexuality : nettlestorm is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone, but she's in the market of looking for someone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : snakestrike (NPC) is her ex-mate and her kits are named _paw and _paw. nettlestorm is having a hard time finding herself again. she feels if another male could love her and give her kits then everything will be fixed.
━ preferences : a tom that defines power and health. he needs to be able to challenge her and push back against her harsh personality. he needs to be able to provide her with many seasons of kits.


━ history :

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razorwing // hillclan med-cat // 49 moons
pos. punctual. honest. quick. knowledgeable
neutral. persistent. firm. tidy. independent
neg. perfectionist. spiteful. bossy. crude.
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born into the world as a kitty pet called Gob
i he had a fascination for the world outside t
he nest. constantly hearing stories about the
wild cats that roamed, he eventually found t
he perfect time to escape and set out to find
them. he was around 7 moons when he found
them, since he was so young hillclan took hi
m in as their own. quickly he grew close to t
he previous medicine cat, Yarrowleap. this
was where his love for medicine grew.
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his interest in fighting and hunting wasn't as
strong as his knowledge and work with herb
s. always stepping in when someone was hu
rt he was right there with Yarrowleap, so t
hey moved him from his previous rank as a
regular apprentice to the medicine cats.
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the one thing everyone knows about him is th
at he is good at what he does and hes incredi
bly sharp. if you inturpt him, he will hiss. if y
ou talk over him he will growl. if you try to o
verstep him, boy you'll regret that. he is very
stern, will rarely admit when hes wrong, but
he will certainly do everything he can to hel
p you out and save your life. this tom cat wi
ll lay down his life for his clan since they ris
ked theirs from starclan when they took him
in. his biggest regret was that he wasn't pro
perly born into the clan and believes that hi
s relationship is stressed because of that. ye
t hes never had an issue reaching to them o
r hearing back. yet he still doubts himself f
rom time to time.
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