make that warrior cat! 🐾 v.1

[scarecrowz]

Redtooth is a chubby, short, ginger tom with dark ginger markings and a cream muzzle and tail tip with heterochromia, his left eye blue and his right eye amber.

Redtooth is a Windclan elder, and so far the oldest cat in the clan! He used to be a short yet strong tom, but ever since he entered the Elder's den he started gaining more weight. Redtooth was born mute, but even without a voice is still a feisty and rude tom.

Redtooth was born a loner who lived in territory not far from the Clan's. He had been raised till he was only 9 moons before being forced away from his mother since apparently to her he was "old enough to defend himself". Redtooth, at the time only known as "Red" had a voice back then, and boy did he use it. Whether it was fussing over something or begging his mom to take him back, he was quite vocal. He ended up losing his voice after a fox attack which we won't get into detail, but it did damage him quite a bit. He ended up in Windclan after trying to find a place to recover, and was welcomed in with.. well not open arms but, at least he was welcomed in. He was 13 moons old when he was put into Windclan, he had spent about 2 moons recovering from the fox attack injuries before he was let out to train. All of the apprentices he met were now strong warriors by now and he was stuck with young new apprentices. His mentor was Goldenlake, who was a narcissistic tom that Redpaw never liked. Finally after becoming a warrior and receiving the name 'Redtooth' he got to be with all of his old friends again, he had to use tail signals he had made up to communicate.. Though he was rude and feisty, he still found love.. The tom-cat named Puddleskip, who was joyful and kind, everything Redtooth wished to be. They became mates when they were 37 moons but by the time they both became Elders Puddleskip had died, this saddened Redtooth, and for most of his days in the Elder's den he spent mourning

Who is Blizzardstorm?

[Lance-McClain]

Blizzardstorm is a large, fluffy white molly with deep golden eyes. She is larger than the average warrior by nearly two heads and is selectively mute, speaking only to her leader, deputy, mate, and kits.

She was named Blizzard for her stark white coat and she was the first born during the worst snow-storm of the season. As Blizzardkit, she was often times seen alone and asleep, not wishing to be near others. She was made an apprentice one moon early, as were her six siblings, as the clan had one other apprentice at the time, who was about to become a warrior, and about nine warriors, including the leader, deputy, and her parents. She adapted to life as an apprentice quickly, and shakily adjusted to being surrounded by others near constantly. Blizzardpaw was the apprentice of the leader at the time, an older tom by the name of Wavestar, and thrived under his watchful and caring eye. Two moons before she gained her warrior name, Wavestar died in his sleep to Greencough and lost his last life. Blizzardpaw was devastated, newly appointed Frightstar quickly reassigning her to the young tom Redriver, who had been the only apprentice five moons prior. The last two moons of her apprenticeship passed uneventfully. She was given the name storm for her near constant indifferent and stormy personality.

After being a warrior for just six moons, she was approached by Redriver. He confessed that he had had a crush on her for a long time, even before he became her mentor, though he never expected her to return the feelings. Less than 12 moons later, they had a litter of kits together. They only had three, naming them Wavekit, Sunkit, and Howlkit, but they plan on having another litter once their kits are warriors.

Who was Wavestar, when he was an spry young warrior?

[Kazin]

Wavestar currently is an older slender gray tom, with gentle blue-green eyes. He is a very handsome cat, even in his old age, and is incredibly well-liked in his Clan. Unfortunately, Wavestar had lost his last life after a well-fought battle with enemy rogues; an attack that had been foreseen by StarClan, so thankfully the casualties were limited. Wavestar made his sacrifice - jumping in front of his newest warrior, a rash yet loyal tom named Snakeclaw.

While Wavestar had an overall good life, his first part did not go so well for him. He was an outcast shortly after he was born, shunned because of who his father was. He was born to a temperamental she-cat named Graystorm, and a loner father that he was raised by. His mother, agreeing with the Clan that he would be no good like his father, sent him away to live with his father as soon as he could eat prey and not rely on Graystorm for food. Unfortunately, Wavestar (then known as Cat, as Graystorm did not wish to give him a Clan name, since she knew he would not be staying) was not well-liked by his father either. The loner hardly spoke to him, only teaching him to hunt out of necessity, though he quickly left once Cat had shown that he could catch his own food. And thus, Wavestar was alone until a fateful morning patrol wondered upon him.

Wavestar was starved, for it was a harsh leaf-bare, and he was not a great hunter when the prey was scarce; after all, even the best Clan hunters had trouble getting prey in the snow. He was hardly old enough to be an apprentice when the patrol found him and brought him into camp - the leader gave him his apprentice name of Wavepaw. He rose through the ranks, obtaining his warrior name as a quick speed, especially since the Clan needed warriors, and he saved his Clan from multiple threats many times over. Wavepaw turned into Waveheart, and Waveheart became deputy almost as soon as he was made a warrior. The rest is history, as Wavestar will be remembered in his Clan for many, many generations.

Mapleflower?

[houndjaw]

Mapleflower is a large ginger molly with brilliant golden eyes. At birth, her fur was a vibrant shade of red that her mother adored, henceforth being known for it. As she grew, however, more orange tones became apparent, replacing the deep color that is characteristic of cats with the prefix maple-. Maplekit had two siblings, an orange patched tom named Neritekit, and a golden tom named Teaselkit. From a young age, Neritekit showed exceptional skills in medicine, and was apprenticed early to the clan's aging medicine cat in order for him to get the full experience of training before they passed. With Neritepaw out of the nursery at the age of five moons, Teaselkit and Maplekit became quite a lot closer in the following moon. They were less likely to bicker, and shared everything.

Maplekit and Teaselkit became apprentices, Maplepaw receiving a senior warrior. Maplepaw had a more or less uneventful apprenticeship, as she was dutiful in her work and never wanted to cause trouble. Teaselpaw and Neritepaw, however, were mischievous. Several times they were caught where their noses shouldn't have been, including mock fighting over the border of an opposing clan. Maplepaw and their mother could never wrangle them in, much to their chagrin.

Maplepaw received her warrior name at the same time as Teaselpaw, who earned the suffix -storm for his rowdy and unpredictable nature. Maplepaw became Mapleflower, after her maternal and generous personality. Neritepaw earned the name Neritepelt, for the intricate orange stripes in his fur.

Misfortune found Teaselstorm when they warred against another clan. It was a long and messy battle, Mapleflower even sustaining several large scars in the process. Many cats died in the series of battles, and her brother was just another casualty. She grieved for his death with the rest of her surviving family, but moved on once the time was right. Her parents died within moons of each other from old age, and Mapleflower accepted their deaths as they came.

In her time as a warrior, she fell in love with several cats. She had four litters within her life with a handful of cats, and eventually became a permanent queen, as she felt she was more of an asset in the nursery. Mapleflower retired, but did not ever move to the elders' den, as she felt more at home in the nursery. At the time of her death, she was surrounded by all her kits and loved ones, and passed peacefully after a moon-long battle with respiratory problems.

Who is Chanterellefoot?

[『 ʟ ɪ ᴀ ʀ 』]

Chanterellefoot is a white alabastrine warrior with a sharp stinging glare equipped to her face.
For as long as she could remember, Chanterellefoot was stubborn and even violent when growing up.
When she was a kit, all the older cats ever talked about was how disgusting rouges and different Clans were, and she should never associate with them. Hearing it so often from the older cats, it got to Chanterellekit's head. When she became a warrior, she would be strong--- strong enough to kill any outsiders. Or at least that's what she told herself.
As an apprentice, she was taught the warrior code, and taught not to kill anyone, enemy or not, but Chanterellepaw didn't understand the reasoning why she should spare her opponents, or why she should follow the Warrior Code. Chanterellepaw knew she couldn't ask why, or defy the code, so she followed it. As much as she disagreed with the Code, she didn't want to betray the Clan she was loyal to. While she did follow the rules, it didn't stop her from injuring her mentor during training sessions. She apologized and sincerely meant it after. She liked fighting, sure, but her Clan was more important to her than words could describe. She was a loyal Clan cat through and through. In order to avoid hurting her Clan, she restrained herself from fighting her Clan.
Sure, she didn't harm her Clan, but Chanterellepaw, now Chanterellefoot, had other targets in mind. She hadn't given up on her hatred for outsiders. She searched around the territory, and only attacked anything had crossed her border. She didn't care for their reasons or who they were, just that they were trespassing. She didn't kill many cats, as she was bound to the Warrior Code, but she attacked without warning. She was threatening, and didn't like to talk things out. She gave the cats a chance to explain themselves, and they usually did. Instead of arguing or talking things out, violence would be her first instinct she relied on, yet kept restraining herself on the damage she did. She wasn't the type to kill those for no reason, unless the way they acted got on her nerves. Her rash behaviour was the reason she never was allowed to Gatherings..
To attack was her first instinct she does without thinking; a fighter by heart. Yet she promised to stay loyal to her Clan, and loyal she stayed. She was aggressive, but she certainly wasn't an evil Dark Forest cat.
Chanterellefoot's personality was always stubborn and hot-headed. She gets angry and yells easily. She always has her cloudy fur bristling in aggression, and fairly unfriendly. She never complimented anyone, and insulted them instead; not afraid to speak her mind. Despite this, she always has done good for her Clan.
Her Clan had always worried about what Chanterellefoot would do in the future. Concerned for their safety, her Clan exiled her. Chanterellefoot would never betray her Clan, but the Clan didn't know that. Not only was she exiled, but Chanterellefoot was "executed" by sending the deputy to harm her, then left her to die alone. After they disposed of her, they forgot all about her. Though Chanterellefoot was still alive, something else her Clan didn't realize or consider. She slowly yet weakly arose to her feet after passing out for a week. How could they? Her Clan meant everything to her, and they left her to die. And she was... a rouge! The very thing she hated the most in the entire world. She would be anything except a rouge. It was like a nightmare coming to life.

Nobody's heard from Chanterellefoot since. Nobody knows if she's even still alive. Though the truth is, Chanterellefoot couldn't handle or face the fact she was exiled and lived as a rouge. She hated it. She hated it so much she took the last life she would ever take: her own; after a moon of being a rouge.



Who is Fawnstream?

[veinsplitter]

fawnstreamis a cream, medium brown and white tom. he has very thick fur, long ears, jagged whiskers, and a plume of a tail. he has very soft and inviting pale sea green eyes. he is just a little bigger than the average warrior, and is very fit, though he looks slender.

fawnkit was born to a litter of seven. crazy, right? his sibling and himself got along just fine for the most part, and stayed close together like a family should. however, their mother didn't name them right away like normal queens would. she wanted to wait to see their personalities before she gave them a name that they would have forever. being the most timid and cautious of the litter (and because he looked almost exactly like his grandmother, swiftdeer,) he was named fawnkit. he got teased for having a female's prefix, but fawnkit was proud of his name and refused to let people get to him.

fawnpaw was an outstanding apprentice. to some, he was perfect, always thinking before acting, listening closing and catching onto things quickly. he wanted to make his whole Clan proud of who he was, and he succeeded fairly well. in his apprentice days, he became one of the best hunters, as well as finding his orientation as being homosexual, and he embraced who he was unapologetically. during a hunting patrol with two siblings and all of their mentors, they were attacked by two badgers that had been roaming the territory. one sibling, dovepaw, died bravely in battle, fighting until his last breath, and his other sibling, stormwhisper, lost an eye. the mentors made it away without losing too much, other than their Clanmate. fawnpaw had fought bravely, but broke his hind left leg in the battle. he spent many moons in the medicine den, helping where he could until he was healed. fawnpaw's leg would never be the same, however, and from that point forward he would have a slight limp in his gait. no enough to keep him from hunting and fighting, but enough to be noticable. he tried his best to comfort his family in this dark time, and did whatever he could to help them while still attempting to balance training along with that. while stormwhisper grew bitter and angry over his new disability, fawnpaw knew that there was no going back and that they would be like this forever. they just needed to accept it.

fawnpaw was deemed fawnstream due to his calm, easy-going and go-with-the-flow personality. of course, everyone has their downsides, and fawnstream battled with depression due to the trauma of the badger attack, but wanted to let the past go, but unable to. while he was still kind, understanding, and gentle, he also became a little more secluded and is now anxious about any fight that occurs. to keep battles from happening, he tries to be the peacekeeper to keep himself and his family free of harms way, not wanting anyone to get hurt anymore than they already had been.

fawnstream has been offered the role of deputy twice now, but has refused the offer, as he wants to stay relatively care-free about life instead of having to lead everyone. he is popular among the Clan and has found his place, with a mate named hailfoot.


who is silverscreech?

[KookieKrumblez]

Silverscreech is a loud light gray cat that is talking all the time. She has a black spot over her eye and she is blind. Silverscreech was found as a kit abandoned on the river. She is a loyal riverclan warrior now and was trained by her best friend, a tom named Blackscratch. They are now mates and had one healthy kit named Snakepaw.

Who is Brokenheart?

[banooky]

brokenheart was a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with yellow eyes. her original name was cloudwatcher, because she loved to look at the sky. she was the clan's deputy and was well-loved, and became cloudstar when the leader died. her mate was sedgestrike and they had a son named sharkkit and a daughter named troutkit.

cloudstar was a calm leader and always tried to pursue a peaceful resolution for the clan's problems. the clan's more aggressive cats teased her for it, calling her peacestar or cowardlystar, which she tried to ignore, but it deeply hurt her. soon, sedgestrike started calling her those names.

sedgestrike left her for another she-cat and started another family. her son (who was also her deputy) sharkscar was dangerously in love with a rogue he didn't know much about, and her daughter had died from greencough as an apprentice. cloudstar was truly alone. she changed her name to brokenheart and left the clan, having no reason to stay.

she became a kittypet named ellie, and felt more loved by her twolegs than her own family.

who was troutpaw?
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[houndjaw]

Troutpaw was a large molly with a surprisingly slim build and face. She had a brown pelt with small spots dotting the broad part of her back. Despite being known through her short life as a down-to-earth and intuitive, she was disagreeable and fickle at the worst of times. No one could tell her to rush, lest they receive a scathing reply from this tempered molly.

Her older siblings, a pair of twin mollies, liked having her around in earlier years. During Troutpaw's kithood, her sisters were busy being senior apprentices, and loved showing her battle tactics, hunting crouches, and the sort. When Troutkit became Troutpaw, her sisters had already graduated into warriors.

Excited about the path ahead and desperate not to let her big sisters down, Troutpaw tried her hardest in all her work. She was quite the busy bee around camp, most of the time. When she was not helping out her clanmates, she was down by the training grounds practicing her moves well into the night.

Those moons of extra practice led to exhaustion during the day and uneven tempers. Troutpaw began shoving her friends and family away as she became increasingly obsessed with success. Eventually, cats began to worry, especially her sisters. They confronted her, trying to help her see that she was literally working herself into the ground before she even earned her warrior name. Troutpaw listened, hesitantly at first, and promised to slow down and enjoy the life around her.

Moons came and went, and Troutpaw's warrior ceremony was looming near. The young molly was out with her sisters on a patrol near the borders of Twolegplace when a sickly rogue launched an attack. In order to save her sister, Troutpaw shoved her out of the way and met the rogue with teeth bared and claws slashing. They tussled for a few moments before the rogue sprung away and fled the forest. Troutpaw had been badly wounded in the neck as a result of the fight. Her sisters rushed back to camp and the medicine cat was able to treat Troutpaw.

However, she was not able to hold out through the infection. Her fever got too high, and her body began to shut down from the inside out. Her sisters never left her side until she finally passed in her sleep. In Starclan, she was welcomed by a humble warrior ceremony, naming her for the intense love she showed toward her family and bravery that ultimately ended her life. Thus, Troutpaw became Troutheart.

Who is Murkstripe?

[Grey_Hoodie]

Murkstripe was a stout young tom who, despite his powerful appearance and intimidating presence, was rather unskilled at a lot of things. His prefix came from his dark coat, nearly black but with waves of grey weaved throughout the length of it like he’d been painted by the fog itself. ‘Stripe’ was given to him because he wasn’t especially great at anything and his pelt seemed to be his only striking feature.

During his childhood, Murkstripe was expected to grow up into one of his clan’s fiercest warriors (there were even early predictions that he might one day take over as leader). However, he was especially inept at hunting and was typically too slow in battle - although he was definitely a brute, and the hits he landed were usually very devastating. Murkstripe always had dreams of becoming his clan’s leader but was quick to lay them to rest when he realized he just didn’t have it in him to be the cat everyone wanted him to be.

Murkstripe was once very prideful but his own self-doubt was quick to whittle that away whenever he thought too much of the expectations his clan had of him. As an adult, he ended up becoming relatively mellow, seemingly ignorant of his past and completely unconcerned for his future. Murkstripe was the sort of cat that always seemed to have time to spend with whoever needed it. He often acted as a support for his clanmates, although he wasn't entirely sure when or why he'd been chosen for such a role. They didn't often talk, but his company seemed to be enough to comfort his clanmates, and Murkstripe never felt like it was his place to ask about what was troubling them. Towards outsiders, however, he was extremely aggressive, though he rarely showed that side of himself off to his peers. Among them, his frustrations or fouler moods typically only slipped out in the form of blunt statements or abrupt dismissals.

Shortly after his warrior ceremony, Murkstripe met a rather lovely patched ginger tabby. He fell quickly for them but found it difficult to approach them. Eventually, a powerful friendship developed from their awkward, yet heartfelt, interactions, and Murkstripe couldn’t really stop himself from finding new ways to love and adore them. However, his beloved grew close to another and, several springs later, they brought into the world a couple of energetic ginger kittens.

Murkstripe spent the rest of his days doting on his beloved’s kits, feeling oddly content despite how little he'd thought he accomplished with his life.


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