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my simple lil storage! i don't role-play like younger
me used to do, but these are my beloved characters
enjoy, and please don't steal my coding, xoxo Em
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━ name : birchpaw ⇢ birchstripe.
━ birch, for his long legs, which resemble towering white-barked birch trees.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ stripe, for the dark gray stripes across his legs and body.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : eleven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : birchpaw is a handsome, sleek siamese lynx point with light blue eyes and a tall, muscular stature. the tom is elegant with long striped limbs, a graceful neck, and a well-drawn pretty face; he is very muscular beneath his thin coat. birchpaw is a siamese with lynx point coloration, which means that his base coat is a pale grayish-white, but is overlaid by brown tints and dark gray stripes across his back, legs, tail, chest, and face. the dark markings race up his long legs like stockings and wrap around his tail, but they are a light brown across his back and chest. birchpaw's handsome face, with its perfectly proportioned ears and muzzle, is entirely covered in the gray tabby markings and brown tints. meanwhile, his entire muzzle is brown, as well as his ears. he has small, stubby whiskers, a pink nose, and large, expressive blue eyes. he has one notable scar across the bridge of his nose and another across his left flank, both earned from a run-in with a hungry fox.
━ scent : the lynx point smells of gorse leaves and rich honey.

━ personality : birchpaw is . . . active, good-natured, agreeable, positive, upbeat, humorous, free-willed, nonjudgmental ; loud, chummy, courageous, energetic, careless, naïve, boastful, crowd-pleaser ; stupid, tends to overexaggerate, irresponsible, impulsive, reckless, really lazy at times.
the siamese lynx point is a jolly cat who always seems to have a positive, welcoming attitude. he is eager to participate in anything and everything that comes his way, never has trouble getting motivated, and will roll with anything without much of a complaint. he has a strange sort of charm that makes him very socially competent. birchpaw is also a very well-intentioned cat who is always down to clown around; even when he does something dumb, he never seems embarrassed and turns it into a joke to uplift others instead. the lynx point is not loud simply in his voice, but in his entire demeanor. he has a strong and rather boisterous presence wherever he happens to go. his tendency to make friends and crack jokes can interfere with his focus sometimes, especially on important missions where professionalism is important. birchpaw's resistance to making enemies is also dangerous during clan disputes; he can be a chatterbox, and will treat everyone with a chummy manner. while ridiculously friendly, birchpaw has a rather thick skull. he may make impulsive and reckless decisions on the fly without fully thinking of the consequences, and never seems to learn that mistakes can cost him however selfless his intentions may be. the tom exaggerates his stories for comedic effect, even when it's inappropriate to do so. he's really more of a follower than a leader, since his own decisions never seem to be well thought-out and can lead to trouble.
━ likes : rabbit/hare meat, tomcats, wrestling, clowning around, cracking jokes, sunshine, lounging with friends or loved ones, green-leaf in general.
━ dislikes : foxes, leaf-bare, thunderstorms, pettiness, and the smell of herbs.

━ sexuality : birchpaw is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is open for someone! pm me if you're interested.
━ mate and kits : too young for either, but he wants to take a mate in the future, and maybe he'll adopt one day.
━ preferences : light fur, stocky builds, on the shorter side, shy and intriguing personas, agreeable, able to understand his humor, mysteriousness.

━ history : a born and raised clan cat. his parents are esteemed warriors by the names of harenose and dovespirit, and birchpaw has had a happy, safe childhood. a lucky one as well, being the only of his litter to survive the harsh leaf-bare of his birth and become a fine, promising apprentice. birchpaw loves his parents deeply and they have always been his number one supporters in everything he does; he still wrestles with his father and is pulled into grooming sessions with his mother. the young lynx point excels at both fighting and hunting, and he has the makings of an outstanding warrior. birchpaw wouldn't trade the life he has, nor the cats in it, for the world. • he realized he was attracted to toms when he was seven moons old. birchpaw isn't afraid of what others think of him, and even challenges anyone to think less of him.

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━ name : cricketsong.
━ cricket, for her coat.
━ song, for her calm, steady voice.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : forty-six moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : cricketsong is a large, stocky she-cat with thick black, brown-tinged fur and wide pale green eyes.
━ scent : mint and river water.

━ personality : cricketsong is . . . gentle, kind, fair ; level-headed, independent, humble ; stern, stalwart, harsh.
cricketsong is known for her loving nature. she is gentle and kind around others. she understands what it is like to be in another’s paw prints and wishes to never make things worse for others. it can be seen as selfless to some, but she sees it as just being a good cat. to be honest, this is what makes her happy in the end. she is also humble and won't ever be rocking what her mother gave her or boast about a great hunt. there is no point in making herself stand above all especially when the clan is supposed to work together as one. cricketsong is level-headed and doesn’t just jump into situations. she is thoughtful in every step that she takes to make sure she doesn't make a mistake. with that she can be very stern and stalwart. no cat is going to push this gentle soul around. no means no and she is not afraid to walk away from anything. that makes this she-cat independent. she knows how to do things and isn't afraid of going her own path to do them. when push comes to shove, cricketsong can let some harsh words slip. everyone has a breaking point and cricketsong doesn't like to get there either. once she is there though, oh boy, you're going to need some bandages for those cuts.
━ likes : her friends, family, hunting, spending time with others, sharing tongues, the moon, cold days.
━ dislikes : excessive heat, green-leaf, annoying cats, whining.

━ sexuality : cricketsong is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : pm me!
━ mate and kits : perhaps eventually. she's always been indifferent.
━ preferences : kindness, maturity, large bodies, strength.

━ history : cricketsong was born to brightpath and gentlenight. her brothers (ravenkit, longkit) and sister (fogkit) would often play without her because cricketkit would rather listen to stories from the elders or warriors that had come back from hunting. she seemed to have her head in the clouds when she was younger. brightpath thought that she might not get the stimulation that a young kit needed so he would ask her to help him with easy warrior duties such as plucking feathers for nests or giving moss to the elders. this gave cricketkit the opportunity to see past herself and enjoying helping others.
ravenkit would often tease cricketkit about how strange she was.
indent once cricketkit became cricketpaw, the young she-cat set off to learn everything she could. now that she was a bit older her personality bloomed. she began to play with the other 'paws and act like a normal apprentice. there even was a time in which cricketpaw got into trouble with a couple of the other apprentices. they had slipped out of the camp at night to explore more on their own. while this was a serious situation, it didn't set the young cats too far back. their punishment was to see after the elders and redo the bedding in the warriors’ den. while cricketpaw loved to explore on her own, she definitely did feel bad about breaking the rules.
indent cricketpaw became cricketsong. she had grown into quite a beautiful she-cat. everything seemed to be put into place as soon as she grew up. there were many suitors as the moons passed by, but no one really caught her attention. she decided to stay single for a while as she enjoyed being a warrior. of course mateship and kittens would come eventually when the time was right. since she pushed flirting behind her, cricketsong enjoyed the simple things in life such as sharing tongues with friends or sleeping in sunlight. moons have passed, and now she is almost a senior warrior.

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━ name : falcondive.
━ falcon, for his fur color.
━ dive, for his ferocity in battle.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : forty-five moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : falcondive is a tall, slender tom with ruddy brown fur, a black dorsal stripe, and cream-and-white accents on his throat and muzzle. he has a sturdy build with wide shoulders, thick fur, and big paws. he has deep green, gold-tinged eyes and a low brow, making him look eternally serious.
━ scent : fresh pine needles.

━ personality : falcondive is . . . a quick learner, witty, a leader ; enigmatic, distrusting, protective, cynical ; cold, uninterested, ruthless, manipulative.
falcondive has a way with words; a natural rhetoric. his charming and kind nature easily gains him both credibility and respect among his peers and elders. his good-natured and laid-back purr of a voice puts others at ease. he finds it easy to simply observe and mimic even the most difficult maneuvers. in fact, he enjoys frustrating others with how easily he takes things in step. in addition, this tom is very intelligent and ready to make important decisions if others cannot make the choice for themselves. although he is a great listener and secret-keeper, falcondive has an instinctive ability to lead others, though he only employs this skill set when no leader can be found or a difficult choice can’t be made. he prefers to follow out orders, though sometimes he does the exact opposite of what he is told to do out of spite for the system. he would make a better second-in-command as he is comfortable with just a bit more responsibility than the average cat, otherwise he gets bored. despite this, he lets his littermates push him around; he is endearing in that way. falcondive takes little at face value and often seeks to test if not prove that another cat's words are true. this gives him a distrusting or even arrogant front to new cats. despite his cynical views, he likes to think there is a little good in every cat, even if someone else needs to bring it out. he has appointed himself guardian over his littermates and will be there in an instant should he feel either of them is insulted or otherwise threatened in any manner. falcon can be fierce and ruthless if provoked, and he will fight dirty if need be. he has an unconditional love and need to protect his family, seeing as he is the eldest cat of timidbreeze's litters. he does not feel the need to openly socialize with other cats, whether those of his own clan or not. falcondive prefers to be left to his own devices to do as he pleases. a frightening turn out is the warrior's willingness to hurt others to pursue his goals, whether it’s uncalled for or not. in battle, falcondive finds the quickest way to hinder his opponents, generally giving them grievous and permanent injuries if not choosing to outright kill them. being on the slender side of the gene pool, falcon knows he cannot always blindly force his ways upon others to get what he wants. instead, he uses his quick wit and charming ways to put everyone in his or her place and achieve his own goals.
━ likes : being alone, being on the sidelines, having control, his kits, sparring, keeping busy.
━ dislikes : stupidity, kits, betrayal, his father, failure, talking about his feelings, losing ones closest to him (fears).

━ sexuality : falcondive is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he isn't looking for anyone right now.
━ mate and kits : his ex-mate was a molly named viperfang. she left him with their two kits, _paw and _paw.
━ preferences : he’s into the tough girl types, wittiness, good looks, and dark fur.

━ history : falcondive was once a well-mannered and sweet kit, like any other. he was the firstborn in a litter of five consisting of three sisters – windkit, scalekit, and silkkit – and a single brother named thymekit. his mother, timidbreeze, doted on her kits but was protective with the fierceness of a badger. his father, fallenshadow, was a respected, if not feared, warrior. what cats outside the family didn’t know was that, allegedly, his father was able to communicate with cats from the dark forest – not that falconkit really believed it. it was a secret within the family that led fallenshadow to distance himself from his own mate and kits. fallenshadow believed that these dark felines would hurt his family if he disobeyed them. despite this, falconkit adored and idolized his father; but he was hurt every time that fallenshadow declined to spend time with him. • falconkit was closest with his sister silkkit. she was sweet and soft and had no mean bone in her body, much like their mother. the two of them would stay up late into the night, telling stories or simply cuddling together in mutual silence. scalekit was his battle buddy – they were constantly trying to outdo one another, egging each other on, and this friendly rivalry was what lead falconkit to make the goal to always better himself. • almost a fortnight later, falconkit met viperkit, an alluring near-black she-cat with cold gray-green eyes. she intrigued him, though she was venomously sweet in the way she treated him. though this would have scared any other kit off, it drew falconkit in. he wanted to get to know her better. she was far more mature than the average kit; she made some of the kits that were older than her seem stupid in comparison.
scalekit and falconkit were wrestling when she dared him to climb to the first branch of a tree. he took the challenge head-on and made it to the branch with minimal effort. they then dared each other higher and higher. several kits cheered them from below, including silkkit. silkkit wanted to prove she could be just as brave as her two littermates, so she jumped up as well. the game ended with silkkit falling, hitting branches on her way down, and landing with a sickening thud. she didn’t get up. in a fear-induced panic, falconkit clambered down with scalekit on his tail. timidbreeze was scared, which scared her kits more, and took silkkit to the medicine cat’s den. that night, falconkit visited his sister in the medicine cat den so she wouldn’t be alone. he felt guilty for endangering his sister, even though he had done so unknowingly. this guilt intensified to grief when silkkit died in the night; falconkit was absolutely crushed. he still blames himself and thinks about it today.
indent by the time falconkit became an apprentice, he and viperkit were almost inseparable. most cats would think of this as a first crush, but it was much more. viperkit had dark intentions, and she pulled falconkit into her plans because he already showed great potential in areas where she lacked – namely in ferocity and battle. she was smaller than average and rather dainty, though her looks were deceiving. • on his apprentice ceremony, falconpaw ignored most other cats except for his family (excluding fallenshadow) and viperkit, who he promised to train with. late that night, the two of them snuck out of camp to explore and practice what he had learned together. they disguised their scents with mud and mint before heading out, returning early in the morning before dawn patrol. surprisingly, neither of them were discovered missing in the night – viperkit’s father was just as absent as falconpaw’s father was. by this time, falconpaw felt only resentment and bitterness nearing hatred for his estranged father. • his mentor was the same cat who trained his father. the old fleabag. at first, he was disappointed in who was to mentor him. however, eagletalon soon whipped him into shape. training was hard and exhausting, and they never finished early. oh no, that would be too easy. the tabby tomcat had falconpaw practicing almost from sun-up to sundown everyday, even when the weather didn’t call for it. there were no excuses for not being stronger and better than he was only an hour before. every night, falconpaw slumped in his nest, his muscles aching from use and his mind foggy with fatigue.
indent falconpaw was a few moons into his apprenticeship when the clan was ailed with a terrible bought of greencough. unfortunately, thymepaw grew ill. it didn’t seem serious, and the medicine cat thought he would recover quickly; however, he never fully healed and passed away. this didn’t bother falconpaw as much as it should have, he thought. he had never been close with his youngest brother. it was timidbreeze’s death that devastated falconpaw. she had insisted on staying with thymepaw, even when the medicine cat warned her that there was nothing he could do and that the illness would spread easily. falconpaw had to watch as his mother – his comforter, his secret-keeper – grow weaker and weaker. and guess where fallenshadow was? nowhere to be seen. timidbreeze only worsened, deteriorating to the point where she refused food and water and couldn’t get out of her own nest. when she died, falconpaw never recovered. • this was when his resentment for fallenshadow surged into hatred. the coward couldn’t even visit his own mate when she was dying! viperkit was apprenticed to falconpaw’s uncle, mistcall, three moons after his apprentice ceremony. the two of them spent late nights out in the territory, even when they should have been in their nests – it was all the dark she-cat could do to keep falconpaw from sinking into depression. viperpaw was a greater tactician than falconpaw. although he was no fool himself, he often found himself outwitted by the sly she-cat. it was viperpaw who convinced falconpaw that timidbreeze’s passing was for the best. she was suffering, and she was weak, and weak cats die. loving a cat was a weakness he would have to rid himself of. “there’s nothing you can do, flyboy,” she mewed softly, using the nickname she had given him when they first met as kits. love is weakness. she ground that into him.
indent falconpaw was named falcondive in honor for his ferocity in battle and his refusal to give in to his own weaknesses. this was a celebratory event, meant to raise morale within the clan since the sickness had passed, taking many with it. • falcondive never really recovered from timidbreeze’s death, and viperfang held that over his head. he became convinced that viperfang was the only cat who wouldn’t leave him, the only cat he wouldn’t allow to die. the tom vowed not to make any close relationships with any cat and began distancing himself from his remaining family: windwhisper, scalegleam, and fallenshadow. for a long time, they tried to reconnect with him, invite him to spend time with his family members, but he would find excuses and other reasons. which, all were true. he never lied to his father and littermates.
indent one night, falcondive and viperfang lured fallenshadow out into the territory. “it will make you feel better, flyboy,” the dark she-cat drilled into him with a sweet smile, “he’s the reason you’re so miserable. he should have died with your mother and brother – he did this to them, and to you.” the two tomcats faced each other, though his father had no inkling as to what was in store. falcondive vented his rage, his hatred, and his fears – blamed fallenshadow for the illness, the deaths of his mother, brother, and sister, and, ultimately, for making him into what he was now. the following fight was savage and costly. falcondive received nicks in his ears, scratches over his throat and shoulders, and a scratch over his left eye (luckily he wasn’t blinded). the two of them pushed fallenshadow’s body in the river before returning to camp. viperfang convinced _star that falcondive had gotten into a fight with a fox. how she did so, he had no idea.
indent eventually, falcondive and viperfang became mates, though they did not officially declare it. they spent so much time together that it wasn’t a surprise to any cat. he found solace in the dark she-cat. in hindsight, it was not a good choice to put his trust in her. they had an unexpected litter of three. although viperfang acted as though she hated them, falcondive could coax her out of her act when they were alone. they had tender moments, holding each other or curling up together. it was for those moments that falcondive lived. when viperfang birthed three little bundles, the two of them were happy. happier than they had ever been. viperfang was a bit overprotective of her precious kits because she had lost her own mother during her apprenticeship. _kit, _kit, and puddlekit. • but puddlekit was a weak and sickly thing. four moons into their kits’ lives, puddlekit grew ill. viperfang insisted that she would recover and be as strong as her brothers, but she never did. viperfang was devastated when puddlekit finally passed away, convinced that her family was cursed. she blamed falcondive for the loss, stating that it was his weak bloodline. she couldn’t accept that tragedies happened. a few nights later, falcondive was left a single father with two needy kits. he was shattered.
indent it has now been another three moons since viperfang’s disappearance, and _paw and _paw are flourishing apprentices. falcondive is maintaining his warrior duties. for those three moons, he has been distant from his kits, unable to deal with them and viperfang emotionally. falcondive sees himself as a monster. a necessary evil to protect his two kits – the only cats he dares to care for. even though he will never be a true father for them, he vows to at least perfect the clan.

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━ name : mallowcloud.
━ mallow, for the molly's bright pink nose and her scent of the mallow flower.
━ cloud, for her soft, pristine white pelt.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : twenty-four moons old.
━ rank : a simple warrior.
━ appearance : mallowcloud is a gorgeous, bright white molly with one cold blue eye, and one bright yellow. she is tall and lean, with long limbs and a plumy tail, and her pelt is a short, crisp white, completely unmarred by scars or flecks of color. the she-cat is extremely delicate and elegant, always holding herself with poise and grace. below her eyes resides a tiny pink nose and high cheekbones. she has long white whiskers and coral claws as well.
━ scent : her fragrance consists of moss and mallow flowers.

━ personality : mallowcloud is . . . intelligent, witty, accountable, dedicated, graceful ; mellow, reserved, silent ; unforgiving, withdrawn, vindictive.
━ likes : peaceful walks, patrolling, sunrises/sunsets, mallow flowers, sweetwater, understanding and kind clanmates, new-leaf.
━ dislikes : hunting if not in the snow, her crosseyed stare, the medicine cat and leader, being reminded of her family and loneliness, nightmares.

━ sexuality : mallowcloud is demisexual, female leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she isn't in the best of places for a special someone. it depends; pm me!
━ mate and kits : mallowcloud doesn't particularly want either.
━ preferences : friendly, kind, handsome/cute, bright colors like her own, someone willing to take a chance on being friends and eventually loving her.

━ history : the white-furred molly has been a clan cat all her life. however, her father, albus, was a former kittypet that abandoned his home beyond the forest to take on a life of adventure. he fell in love with sweetwater, the clan deputy at the time, and mallowcloud as well as one brother, ivyleaf, were the products of their illicit love. when the siblings were born, albus and sweetwater were at a loss; sweetwater was deputy, and if it was discovered that she had borne children to an outsider, she would lose her rank. meanwhile, albus claimed it was all a mistake and turned on sweetwater, angry at her for attempting to keep him prisoner, tied to one place and loaded down with the responsibilities that came with being a father. he abandoned his mate and kits, forcing sweetwater to come clean and confront the clan about her disloyalties. she was demoted to warrior, but as a queen, she raised her children well and with a pure heart.
indent when mallowkit and ivykit were apprenticed and began their warrior training, it was undoubted that ivypaw was albus' son. he shared his father's restless heart and desire to wander as well as his pale gray coat, and as soon as he earned his warrior name, he left the clan the night of his silent vigil, and mallowcloud hasn't seen him since. sweetwater, however, succumbed to heartbreak, feeling like she had failed her son; she stopped eating and speaking, and could hardly look mallowcloud in the eye. a bout of greencough swept through the camp about seven moons ago, and it took sweetwater away from mallowcloud. now, the molly is all alone. the removal of ivyleaf and sweetwater from mallowcloud's life has had a negative effect on her. during her apprenticehood and early warriorhood, she was outgoing, bolstered up by the love from her brother and mother. now that they are gone, she's lost and has estranged herself from the clan: a silent white entity.
indent mallowcloud does NOT believe in starclan anymore. before ivyleaf left she was a strong believer, but when he disappeared her world was shaken; it was sweetwater's death that pushed her over the edge. she doesn't think that any ghostly cats in the sky would put her through so much pain, and that they're cruel if they are. • patrolling is more of mallowcloud's forte. she doesn't hate hunting, but it's difficult for her to do it successfully because of her pelt color. the only time she ever hunts is during leaf-bare.

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━ name : thicketwind.
━ thicket, for his long pelt and the spiky fur along his spine and at the tips of his ears
━ wind, for the maine coon's constantly ruffled tabby-and-white coat and energized look.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : forty-six moons old.
━ rank : medicine cat.
━ appearance : thicketwind is a dark brown=and-gray tabby with a white muzzle and vibrant yellow eyes. he is a broad-shouldered tomcat with a thick, muscular build, large paws, rippling shoulders, and a big ol' head. his tabby fur is long and fluffy, specifically along his back, neck, and throat, while the fur around his paws and the fur of his tail are easily tangled and often knotty. his coat itself is mostly dark brown tabby but it's tinged with gray especially along his spine.
━ scent : he smells remarkably of herbs and frost-touched cranberries.

━ personality : thicketwind is . . . brilliant, skilled, cool-headed, adaptable, sharp, hardworking, grounded, difficult to anger, pious/devout ; no-nonsense, straightforward, loud, overbearingly honest, nonconventional ; stubborn, socially inept, lacks a gentle touch, stiff, reserved, anti-social.
he's an extremely skilled medicine cat; sometimes, he jokingly thinks that the position was made for him. thicketwind has no trouble at all remembering herbs, their locations, and different remedies due to his memory, which is as sharp as a knife. he is never bored with his job and takes his work seriously. when challenges arise, thicketwind meets them head-on. no time for panicking or hesitation! it would take something significantly awful to shake the maine coon, as he is typically rooted firmly in the ground and isn't easily upset. he does well under pressure and welcomes change, even. where's the point in screwing around or shying away from the truth? he is, by nature, very straightforward. don't come to thicketwind if you're looking for sugarcoating. once thicketwind has his mind set on a goal, it's hard to steer him elsewhere. this is useful for his job, as he's very interested in his line of work and doesn't struggle with keeping on task. however, this means he does not have much room in his life for anything besides his duties. despite being absolutely suited for his job as a medicine cat, no cat is perfect, and thicketwind is no exception. one of his more detrimental flaws is that he lacks the gentle touch that a medicine cat would be expected to have. the soothing, motherly type doesn't fit his style, and this can lead to friction with patients. not only that, but this stiff medicine cat's practices can sometimes come off as unconventional; he likes to try new things and remedies. he may or may not have successes with his odd experiments. socially, he is a bit of a dud. this stems from hiding away in his den all the time and not really talking to his clanmates. in fact, the only time thicketwind can get to know them is when they're gritting their teeth or passed out from pain.
━ likes : quietness, compliant patients, the comfort and scent of his den, collecting herbs, the sunrise specifically (early bird), visiting morninglark.
━ dislikes : rudeness, gossip, leaf-bare, heights, unorganized herbs, noisy and rambunctious kittens.

━ sexuality : thicketwind is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : it is forbidden. he often finds males attractive, but is professional enough to remember his duties and the medicine cat code.
━ mate and kits : forbidden, and he isn't seeking either anyway.
━ preferences : broad and stocky like him, any color or pattern with a handsome face and personality to match, decently sociable, someone that does the instigating for his unsocialized butt, ambitious, starclan-loving, intelligent, calm.

━ history : thicketwind wasn't always such a steadfast healer, but once a warrior apprentice. he had a brash, mean-spirited mentor, rushpounce, who pushed him till no end and constantly antagonized thistlepaw. one day, his mentor shouting at him ended up startling the tomcat enough so that he fell from a tree and dislocated his shoulder. he spent half a moon with the clan's former medicine cat, morninglark, healing and helping her organize her herbs or even gather them for her. thicketwind soon learned that he had an excellent nose for herbs and a fantastic memory, and much to rushpounce's horror, he started to spend more time with morninglark than the brute. soon enough, his apprenticeship was switched, and morninglark became his mentor. the molly died when he was only nineteen moons old, but she had taught thicketwind well, and he being so intelligent even managed to teach himself a few tricks. he still mourns her greatly and often talks to himself as if she's still with him, and even visits her grave when he needs some quiet time or prayer.

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━ name : blacktuft ⇢ dogface.
━ dog, for the nickname a former clanmate, plovernose, gave her.
━ face, for the scar along her jaw, which she earned while fighting a dog.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : twenty-nine moons old.
━ rank : loner.
━ appearance : dogface is a muscular black-and-white molly with hypnotic orange eyes and a fresh scar on her lower jaw. she is short and on the stockier side, with thick, sleek fur and small ears. she could be described as owlish because of her round features and enormous orange gaze. the molly's chest is completely white, as are her four paws, belly, and right haunch; her face, almost all black, has white flashes on her muzzle and above her nose. two black spots are on her left fore-leg. dogface's ears are small and slightly rounded, and thin white whiskers sprout from her muzzle; beneath them lies her namesake scar.
━ scent : she smells of a fresh rainfall and the sharp tang of pine.

━ personality : dogface is . . . quick-thinking, cunning, protective, witty, smart ; emotional, moody, wary, sarcastic ; judgmental, bitter, snappy, morose.
━ likes : hunting, steady companionship, quiet time, cool leaf-fall days, doing things right, competition/winning, kits.
━ dislikes : DOGS, cats that second guess her, everything plovernose, loudness, being stuck in camp/one place, losing, humidity, getting sick.

━ sexuality : dogface is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : swanbreeze. no one yet; message me!
━ mate and kits : dogface is not so sure about either of these two things, provided her history and the grief and guilt she still feels for the death of stagheart and their children. maybe in the future she will mate and bear kits again, but it really depends on the cat.
━ preferences : calm, level-headed, strong physically and mentally, large builds, attractiveness, intricate eyes.

━ history : blacktuft had a good life. she took a lovely mate, stagheart, soon after they became warriors, and before long, she was the doting mother of two kits. but stagheart's sister, plovernose, was jealous of the attention blacktuft received, and the fact that she was stealing her brother from her. when stagheart took flykit and emberkit out to explore the forest before their apprentice ceremony, and went missing mysteriously, blacktuft went out in search of them. she found stagheart's and flykit's dead bodies, and a gigantic dog attempting to kill emberkit. blacktuft fought the dog, and ruthlessly, but when it stunned her with a claw to the face and wounded her, it snatched up emberkit and disappeared into the night. shocked and grieving, blacktuft huddled with her remaining mate and child, unknowingly in a mint field, and that was how plovernose and her evening patrol found her. seeing her chance to be rid of blacktuft forever, plovernose built a case quickly against her: the signs of a fight in the underbrush, the lack of a dog's scent, and the brown dog fur between blacktuft's claws (which matched stagheart's but no one sniffed it) were all used to support her argument. the patrol took blacktuft back to camp, where she was then exiled by her own leader and furious clanmates. as blacktuft parted from a sneering plovernose, the warrior whispered in her ear "good riddance and good luck out there . . . dogface", a sign that she knew it was the dog all along. with a hardened heart, blacktuft vowed that if they wanted dogface, that was what they would get. thus, dogface is her name to this day.
indent since her exile, the black-and-white has become a loner. she still remains on the outskirts of the territory at the moment, since her excommunication was less than a moon ago. because it's untouched just enough that she can get by, plus she knows the territory well, dogface stays, switching hideouts and avoiding clanmates. even though she'd never admit it, she misses the comfort of her clanmates and is quite lonely, with nothing but her own treacherous thoughts to occupy her. dogface seeks to join a new clan the second the opportunity arises and start fresh somewhere else, where accusations and death cannot overshadow her.

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━ name : stoatsplash.
━ stoat, for his long body and red classic tabby coat.
━ splash, for the white patches on his forepaws and the large ones on his hind-legs. both make him look like he's been dipped in water.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : nineteen moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : stoatsplash is a long, decently muscled red classic tabby with white patches and muddy yellow-green eyes. he is fairly short, with a limber body that resembles the rodent he was named for and a sleek, glossy pelt dappled with classic tabby markings. his fur is soft and crisp, well-groomed but definitely not the best of pelts to have during leaf-bare. atop his swirls of red lie five patches of white: two small ones for his forepaws, two large ones that race up his hind-legs, and a small splotch in the center of his chest. stoatsplash has powerful haunches and a thick tail that is bent at its tip; his face, small and circular, sports tabby stripes, white whiskers, a red nose, and unique, ruddy yellow-green eyes that are swampy in color and flecks.
━ scent : the warrior smells of rye and the dew of a slowly awakening world.

━ personality : stoatsplash is . . . imaginative, forgiving, peaceable, honest ; passive, inquisitive, awkward, nervous ; innocent, jumpy, self-loathing.
there is always something up with stoatsplash; always some naive comment or indulgent, creative thought in his cotton-webbed mind. he is the biggest scaredy-cat in the clan, known for yelping at the slightest of sounds and for trembling like a leaf when he speaks to other cats. stoatsplash picks up on emotions easily, and when another cat is in a mood, per say, he is affected by that cat's attitude. this is why he cannot help quivering and wriggling before his clanmates, because he is subconsciously responding to their tone and posture──often submissively. he is taunted for how skittish and jumpy he is, but his ears have gone deaf to any insults or eye rollings over the moons. or have they? stoatsplash is also extremely awkward in speech and movement, stuttering his way through sentences and nervously twitching his paws or roving his eyes. although strange, it's difficult to ignore the tom's peaceable mindset and his creativity; he is a lot smarter than he appears, using his big brain to construct games, challenges, or solve problems. the classic tabby is also very inquisitive, mind bursting with wonders, yet tongue too slow and thick for him to speak around his stuttering problems. if he has a question, he will ask it, even if it sounds ridiculous, for there is a presence of kit-like innocence about him . . . a sweet and forgiving mentality that leaves the tabby-and-white dangerously open to manipulation and gullibility, but also allows him to be a passive fur-settler. finally, stoatsplash wrestles deeply with self-loathing and his insecurities about his looks, speech, and actions; he isn't so dense not to notice the odd looks he gets, nor is he so blind to the cruelties of whispers in the night. he has simply stopped outright reacting to them, but in his dreams, or when he's alone . . . the tears come.
━ likes : fish and fishing, sunny pots, green-leaf, water, hunting, quiet places, hideouts.
━ dislikes : being in his den, crowds, mean cats, snow, wet moss, loud noises, loud cats, just LOUD, sudden change, violence, himself.

━ sexuality : stoatsplash is bisexual, very male leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : no one has caught his eye yet. pm me!
━ mate and kits : perhaps in the future; right now he's a bit indifferent, especially on the kits aspect. he's not the fondest of them; they make him feel awkward and their loud, energetic personalities set his fur on end. it all depends on whether or not he meets the right cat!
━ preferences : curly or long coats, dark colors, tallness, magic eyes he can get lost in, friendliness, shyness, good looks but also an intelligent brain.

━ history : from the time that he was a young kitten, it was very clear that stoatsplash was a peculiar little tom. his parents, bucktail and pansynose, had given birth to the wonderful sunstrike moons before their younger son, stoatsplash, was born, but imagine the couple's surprise when they discovered that the two brothers had next to nothing in common. while sunstrike has all of the qualities of a leader and all of the charm, his younger brother is stuck with nervous ticks and a wandering mind. • stoatsplash led an ordinary life until his eighth moon on the earth, when he snuck out of camp one night to chase some fireflies he had spotted. he encountered a fox when he was beside a rocky gorge; when he was cornered and about to die, his mentor, oliveheart, who had followed him, launched herself at it. stoatsplash darted away in the nick of time, but heartbeats after he escaped, the ground beneath oliveheart and the fox gave way and they went plummeting to the waters below. moons after her death, stoatsplash is still haunted by his former mentor; her death and its effect on him greatly contributes to the pent-up fears and anxieties he has today in his adulthood.

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━ name : wasppaw ⇢ wasptail.
━ wasp, for her orange and black markings.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ tail, for her good hunting and balance.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : six moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : wasppaw is a lithe little molly with ginger tabby fur splotched with black markings. she has pale green eyes and her tail is very long and all black, except for a white tip.
━ scent : she smells of sun-warmed stone and mist.

━ personality : wasppaw is . . . dedicated, intelligent, loyal, friendly ; brash, ambitious, bossy ; proud, self-centered, abrasive, hot-tempered.
wasppaw is a proud and brash young she-cat who knows exactly what she wants in life: to be the best warrior her clan has ever seen. she's dedicated and always works to see through her goals, even if some of her choices to get there aren't always the best. sometimes she can seem very self-centered but at the end of the day she wants to do what she can to help her clan succeed, leading to her abrasive persona. wasppaw can be hot-tempered and is quick to anger, as she's easily hurt if you poke the right weak points. though she is bossy, wasppaw makes for a great friend because she's loyal, friendly, and has a heart that's true . . . you just have to knock her down a few pegs to get there.
━ likes : her dad, wrestling, exploring, eating, training, the apprentices’ den, being the center of attention.
━ dislikes : hot weather, thunder, water, getting scolded, rules, chores.

━ sexuality : wasppaw is heterosexual (so far).
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : pm me!
━ mate and kits : one day!
━ preferences : funny, strong, kind, someone she can hang out with and be comfortable around.

━ history : waspkit was born during late newleaf. unfortunately the birth took its toll on her mother, ibisflower, who died not long after, leaving bramblecloud the sole provider for his kit. as an only child and deemed a runt by many, the kitten was spoiled rotten by her father bramblecloud, who loves her very much. wasppaw quickly became a nuisance to those around her, as she always made herself known whether she was wanted or not by the company in question. she sought adventure, even if it got her in trouble, as she tried proving her worth to the clan. she was a legend in her own mind, facing battles of virtue as the mighty warrior she knew she was going to be. she had many fake friends who tolerated her big head, as fighting with waspkit with words is like yelling at a wall.
indent it was a relief to the nursing queens and their kittens when waspkit reached the glorious age of six moons. taken from the nursery, she earned her title as an apprentice. • as a new kid in the school yard, wasppaw is quickly learning that outside the nursery she isn't top dog anymore. she's like everyone else and that's a hard pill for her to swallow.

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━ name : stagroar.
━ stag, for his tall brown body and the kingly way he carries himself.
━ roar, for the tom's deep mew and explosive temper.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : twenty-four moons old.
━ rank : warrior of _clan.
━ appearance : stagroar is a wide-shouldered, brawny tomcat with a brown tabby pelt overlaid by black stripes. he has sharp pale green eyes. he's long-legged and muscular, towering over all with his constant smirk. the tom's coat is soft but short, and shows off his muscles, which he can't say he doesn't enjoy. stagroar has large, nicked ears and a few scars that adorn his body, the most prominent of them being one across his back. he has long white whiskers sprouting from a round face, a burnt orange nose, and he has a flash of white on his muzzle and chest. his mew is deep and throaty and so are his purrs, giving reason to his suffix.
━ scent : he smells of chestnuts and fallen leaves.

━ personality : stagroar is . . . charming, gentlemanly, cunning, intelligent, articulate, well-worded, kind (to an extent) ; confusing, impulsive, manipulative, superficial, greedy ; stubborn, fiery, hot-tempered, brash, unpredictable.
the chocolate-colored warrior is one of the most confusing cats you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. he's confident and has a gentlemanly feel about him, but at the same time, he has a way with words that tends to lead to destruction. stagroar has a honey tongue, but make him angry or frustrated and, well . . . he'll have no problem letting some figurative fur fly. his words can build a cat up just as easily as they can drag a cat down and make them lower than dirt, to put it simply. this cat is full of surprises, and here is the biggest one: he can process loyalty and affection, and knows how to express it. so, not a complete jerk after all! here's the catch though: he has a sort of . . . split personality. stagroar can truly be kind to others and be a good guy. he can make you feel good about yourself versus tearing you down! he just chooses who he spends his time with carefully; his own image and how cats view him is important, and he doesn't want to get caught hanging with the wrong crowd. but if he genuinely likes and trusts you, you'll never have to deal with his rude, snobby side. (maybe his stubbornness, though, not going to lie.) some cats will be privileged enough to see this more vulnerable side to him, but they are few and far between. you have to be super special to avoid his flashing teeth and scorn. charming, this broad-chested brute knows just how to carry himself and just what to say in any situation; stagroar shows prosperity and intellect in every line. even when he is seized by anger, frustration, or annoyance, these "filler attributes" are still present with each stride. to explain, he can compliment you or be polite even if he wants to tear your face off, or he can say something really degrading, but soften it with his word choice. this makes him a strange guy, and all-in-all a figure that's difficult to read, but it does nothing to take away how smart he truly is . . . and, maybe, just maybe, how fake he is, too. he does things his own way, and doesn't take kindly to those that want to help him or those that are bold enough to try to change his opinion on matters. they usually just end up getting burned by the spirited, independent flames that are constantly smoldering around this cat. even with friends, stagroar may resist assistance and forge ahead.
━ likes : showing off/strutting his stuff, sparring, dew, nighttime, toads, making cats nervous, going on runs.
━ dislikes : snakes, sharp pebbles and stones, feeling cramped, disloyal cats, weaklings, idiots, cats that have wronged him in the past.

━ sexuality : stagroar is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment.
━ mate and kits : he honestly couldn't be bothered to be bogged down by such things at the moment.
━ preferences : green/blue eyes, dark-colored pelts, they gotta be really attractive (he's SO superficial), long hair, flirtatious mollies that'll stroke his ego.

━ history : stagroar's favorite food is toad, and he has the habit of kneading his claws and bending down to talk to cats if they're shorter than him (which most are, because this dude is massive). • he's had a relatively normal clan life, _clan born and raised. his mother died when he was young and he and his father were never close, as the tom was strict and distant from stagroar. he, too, passed on when stagroar was a new warrior; family isn't really the chocolate tom's thing, as he's always been alone with no proper parenting and siblings in his life. perhaps this is why, deep down, he is so wounded, and hides behind a mask of false confidence and hostility.