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[Queen of flames]

Bramblemist
Tom| deputy | crush: none | apprentice:?|tags: Sunstrike, Brightfire

He hissed at her little bit "Well sorry to be here, but I didn't force you to come with me, but still you did" he sighed, trying to be calm toward her, even thought he was little hurt about her words. Looking at the forest he turned away from her "You're all free to go back to camp, I will continued the patrol together with Brightfire" he meowed coldly looking at the another tom.

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[Wafflez2]

Name; Bluewing
Gender; Tom
Age; 21 moons
Rank; Warriors
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Personality;
Cooperative +; He tends to try to get along with people, this is so that he is postive in everybodys eyes.
Kind +; He is always kind to everyone, and anyone he mets. Altough, it tends to annoy other cats.
Private /; He keeps his personal opioins to himself. He hates it when his fellow classmates
Quiet /; Aswell as being private, he is very quiet. He doesn't enjoy talking and doesn't like being in large crowds.
Paranoid -; He is always woried about what others think of him. He keeps questioning what they think of him and he always appers to be crazy.
Shy- He doesn't really like meeting new people. He tends to mix his words up when meeting new people and normally makes a bad first impression.

[souldier]

Russetclaw

Age: 264 moons???

Gender: Tom

Mate: Silvercloud RIP, she died of greencough.

Kits: None

Rank: Elder

Personality: Russetclaw was once a noble warrior, proud and strong, but due to his age he is now a skinny old bag of nonsense. He has often been found in the medicine cats den stuffing himself with catmint.

History: Joined the clan as a rogue and became a good warrior.


Looks: Russet brown tom with long legs and white paws.

[souldier]

Name; Bluewing
Gender; Tom
Age; 21 moons
Rank; Warriors
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Personality;
Cooperative +; He tends to try to get along with people, this is so that he is postive in everybodys eyes.
Kind +; He is always kind to everyone, and anyone he mets. Altough, it tends to annoy other cats.
Private /; He keeps his personal opioins to himself. He hates it when his fellow classmates
Quiet /; Aswell as being private, he is very quiet. He doesn't enjoy talking and doesn't like being in large crowds.
Paranoid -; He is always woried about what others think of him. He keeps questioning what they think of him and he always appers to be crazy.
Shy- He doesn't really like meeting new people. He tends to mix his words up when meeting new people and normally makes a bad first impression.

Wow can you read minds?
This cat you have made is EXACTLY the same as one of my characters that I like to draw! Awesome!

[Orangipengi]

Can I jump in somewhere w/ my cats?

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Fernpaw

Fernpaw/8 Moons/Apprentice/Tom/Green Eyes/Maltese Fur/Lazy/Chill

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Fernpaw is a lazy, chill, forgetful apprentice who is often just slacking off. Fernpaw easily get distracted and leaves often at the middle of a conversation if things are becoming too boring for him. He can be found sleeping, eating, or staring off into space. Fernpaw was only accepted in the clan because of his persuasive mother, and how silent he was and could actually take orders (sometimes). The only way for him to actually do something would be if some cat told him what task he needs to perform. Fernpaw has the potential to become something greater, but decided to take the path of a smooth clan life.

+ Traits Friendly, chill, a listener.
/ Traits Silent, tired, distant, calm, daydreamer
- Traits Lazy, slacker, may come off rude at times

+ Likes Food, space, sleep, nests, sunlight
- Dislikes Hunger, loud noises, kits

Family Kitty Pet Mother (Pine), Unknown Father, Thistle is his sister
Crushes N/A
Sexuality Asexual

Weight 7 Pounds
Height Short, stout
Pelt Maltese. Grey base with a white underbelly and paws..

Summary A stout tom with huge, fluffy paws.

History Fernpaw's mother was Pine, a calm cat living the luxurious life of a kittypet. After Pine came across a tom and became pregnant, Fernpaw's father quickly died because of a car accident. Devastated, Pine began wandering away from the twoleg den, getting closer and closer to the forest. While on her walks, the queen gave birth to Fernpaw and his sister, Thistle. Far away from her home, the alluring scent of blood had attracted a badger to the she cat. Pine attempted to defend her kits, but was left exhausted after the kitting. A Meadow Clan patrol just happened to be passing by, and swiftly chased out the dangerous badger with a skillful plan. In thanks, Pine had hesitantly handed Fernpaw to the clan cats in hopes that her son may be able to become a strong warrior. She stayed in the clan for a few weeks before returning back to the two leg place with Thistle. Fernpaw had been close with his twin, the two seeming to read each other's minds. Fernpaw was forced to stay with Meadow Clan, training lazily to become a warrior.

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Thistle

Thistle/8 Moons/Kittypet/She-Cat/Amber Eyes/Maltese Fur/Adventurous/Determined

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A cat who loves to be around two-legs, as well as around trees.
Thistle is a she cat who loves to run around and learn new skills
on her own. She is loves attention, often snuggling with her owner
when she is not outdoors, eating, or sleeping. Thistle still hasn't
had her first taste of prey, but is still fine with eating the kitty-pet
food provided by her two-legs.

+ Traits Ambitious, adventurous
/ Traits Prideful, confident
- Traits Snobby, rude, a bit aggressive and too competitive at times

+ Likes Outdoors, grass, pine trees, flowers, two-legs
- Dislikes Huge groups, spiders, sudden noises, tall heights

Family Kitty Pet Mother (Pine), Unknown Father, Fernpaw is her brother
Crushes N/A

Weight 12 Pounds
Height Short, stout
Pelt Fluffy maltese, gray fur with white underbelly.

Summary A short, fluffy she cat.

History Similar to Fernpaw's history, her brother, she stayed with her mother and brother in the clan for a few weeks. Thistle was brought by her mother to the twoleg place. Her mother told the story of how the clan cats saved her, inspiring Thistle to play in the backyard and chase butterflies. Thistle lived with her mother for a while until she was adopted by some two-legs. Living with hew new family in a cabin in the woods, Thistle spends her days running around the cabin and trying to catch prey (and failing).