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━ name : beetlepaw ⇢ beetlespots.
━ beetle, for her small form and glossy pelt.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ spots, for her unique patterning.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : seven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : beetlepaw is a slim she-cat of bengal origin. she has silver fur with black rosettes, and golden eyes are set into her pretty face.
━ scent : she smells of reeds and ginger.

━ personality : beetlepaw is . . . sweet, patient, thoughtful, selfless ; good listener, obedient, bashful ; docile, naive, gullible, spiteful.
beetlepaw is a very gentle soul, disliking violent things despite being quite capable of doing them if needed. she is very bashful and easily embarrassed, and doesn't take compliments very well. she puts others before herself, however, and is a very loyal and obedient companion to have. she's definitely not the assertive type; she is more of a follower than a leader. however, she isn't afraid to stand up for herself or for those she cares about. she is without doubt a soft-spoken individual, but this is only true when she is at peace. beetle is still very young, however, and has much to learn about the world. she is innocent and rather unwise in regards to the dangers and toxins that the world has to offer, making her alike most other young apprentices.
━ likes : playing with her brother, training, hunting, climbing trees, voles, warm weather, being alone.
━ dislikes : the cold, getting embarrassed or called out, violence, anyone that wrongs her or her family, being in the spotlight.

━ sexuality : beetlepaw is leaning towards homosexuality.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she has no one in mind at the moment! pm me!
━ mate and kits : maybe one day.
━ preferences : short, pretty, pale eyes, funny.

━ history : beetlekit was born to cinderblossom and silverbark with her brother frondkit. she and frondkit were inseparable, him with his fiery spunk and beetlekit with her calm demeanor and humor. their family bond was strong too. when she and frondkit were almost of age, they both tried to practice early, often spying on the cool apprentices. then the day finally came, and they went to their ceremony together, super excited, yet a little nervous on beetlekit’s part. they became beetlepaw and frondpaw. _star gave her _ for a mentor, and she's been happily training ever since.

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━ name : pickerelheart.
━ pickerel, for his spots.
━ heart, for his loyalty and compassion for his clanmates.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : thirty-two moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : pickerelheart is a tall, lean tomcat of bengal origin with a ruddy brown coat flecked in darker brown rosettes. he has piercing blue eyes and is very handsome, with nimble paws, a long tail, and a bright pink nose.
━ scent : he smells of honeycombs and dew.

━ personality : pickerelheart is . . . compassionate, warm, protective, instinctive ; selfless, active, antsy ; uptight, competitive, defensive, stubborn.
pickerelheart is very protective by nature. he is becoming more serious as he grows up, trying to see things from all perspectives. his golden heart has been tossed through the mud a few times, but if you wipe it off it will shine. although he can be risky with his own behavior, he is competent enough to realize that he can never endanger any clanmates. he might be daring on his own, but will stop the messing around if the situation actually calls for it. he really does care, though, and in time he strives to be an admired warrior. someday. he also has many fatherly traits, and deeply wants a family of his own.
━ likes : water/swimming, leaf-fall, sharing tongues, hunting, gatherings, fish, long walks.
━ dislikes : heat, green-leaf, heights, bugs, dirty fur, anyone threatening his friends/family, others being disappointed in him.

━ sexuality : pickerelheart's sexuality is undetermined as of the moment.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment. hmu!
━ mate and kits : definitely one day!
━ preferences : cats that are shorter than him, dark pelts, loyal, flirty (but not overly).

━ history : pickerelheart has led a fairly normal life in _clan thus far, born to hard-working parents (hornetclaw and breezetuft) along with his three littermates (magnoliakit, perchkit, and stubbykit). he was a rambunctious kit, the kind to bounce around all day, eat plenty, and then sack out at night beside the warm fur of his mother. he showed talent in hunting and fighting from a young age.
indent by the time he was old enough to be apprenticed, he was only one of two surviving kits from his litter, along with his sister perchkit. pickerelkit was, of course, hurt by the loss of his siblings, although these days it gives him more strength than sorrow to carry on for them, because they didn't have a chance to grow in the world and become fully fledged warriors like he and perchpool did. • he was apprenticed to a cranky senior warrior named grayplume. she had never had the chance to have kits when she was younger; there were rumors that she technically couldn't for some reason, and many believe that's why she was so strict and grumpy with any apprentices she took on. whether that was the case or not, pickerelpaw didn't get the short end of the stick with his training. although they didn't get along well at first, pickerel came to deeply respect the seasoned warrior, who taught him everything he now knows about the code, hunting, fighting, and caring for his clan . . . his whole way of life.
indent moons later, when his mother, breezetuft, died from falling tree limbs in a storm, and soon after when his father, hornetclaw, died from a badger attack, grayplume helped pickerelheart and perchpool alike recover from their losses. when grayplume passed away in the night, soon after pickerelheart's father passed, it devastated him, just like losing another parent. she was a stubborn she-cat, refusing to retire as she aged, and thus she died peacefully in the warrior's den. as of now, pickerelheart's close kin extends to his sister, perchpool. the two aren't as close anymore, but sometimes they can be seen sharing a meal or hunting together.

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━ name : lilycloud.
━ lily, for her initial frailty and white pelt.
━ cloud, for her soft white pelt.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : twenty-nine moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : lilycloud is a slim white she-cat with short yet dense fur, green eyes, and a pink nose.
━ scent : she smells of sappy bark and moss.

━ personality : lilycloud is . . . sweet, confident, independent, mature ; silly, romantic ; reticent, assertive, jealous.
lily is usually a very compassionate and gentle soul who has a lot of respect and love for her clanmates. she's super independent and confident in herself; she's very self-secure and emotionally stable. though young, she is rather mature for her age. this is more of a self-standard than anything else. she is still in her youth, so she has silly outbursts. she is often compelled to play if the mood is right. a hopeless romantic, lilycloud idolizes love and compassion. she romanticizes stable and secure love. she’s perhaps too stoic, though. if enduring great pain or loss she is slow to ask for help, and may become very distant. lily is hesitant to share her emotions and thoughts with others. it takes a while to earn her trust. she’s a lady with drive, and will put it to show. she can be forceful at times, even if unintentional. lily can also be rather jealous. this may even draw aggression from her, but only rarely.
━ likes : her family, sunsets, making friends, being alone, romance, gossip, cuddles.
━ dislikes : getting up early, waiting, bossy cats, the cold, being questioned.

━ sexuality : lilycloud is bisexual, male leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : absolutely! she can't wait to be a mate/mom one day.
━ preferences : tall, handsome/pretty, long-furred, confident, communicative, respectful, compassionate.

━ history : lilykit and her brother mousekit were very close as children, born to parents grayfeather and nightpelt. they knew everything about one another, and usually preferred one another's company over other kits’. another litter was born, however, and they grew to be close friends with these kittens as well. there were three of them: heatherkit, stonekit, and willowkit. they were quite a lot of fun, and the five kittens became notorious in camp for their mischief. their young days were spent with bliss, up until heatherkit fell ill. though their mothers did not explain it explicitly, she passed away. lilykit and her friends were confused, and did not know how to handle the situation. days were grimmer than before, but as they were so young and understood very little, they eventually returned to their playful ways. after time, the kittens were grown, and because of their strength, willowkit and stonekit were able to become apprentices with lilykit and mousekit.
indent the four new apprentices were ecstatic to explore and train to be warriors. lilypaw was given berryfall as a mentor; he was a handsome young tom with a fiery drive and good work ethic. she saw him as a brother figure over time, though showed him the normal respect that a mentor should receive. she often trained with her friends and brother, mostly with willowpaw. as the apprentices grew older, they were exposed to more concepts, including relationships. observing more kittens being born and more cats becoming mates, lilypaw began to question herself, too. would she fall in love like that one day? it didn't take her long to decide that she had a crush on willowpaw. it struck her as strange and scary at first; willowpaw was her friend, and a she-cat nonetheless! what would she say if lilypaw were to tell her about her feelings? over time she began to think that she was in love, but lilypaw knew little of true love and devotion.
indent all was well, and she was gaining more knowledge and skill as time went on. the four apprentices were as close as friends came, and she even considered stonepaw her best friend. mousepaw had grown away from her a bit, but they were still close. a few moons later, berryfall came to lilypaw, suggesting that she was ready to assess and earn her warrior name. nervous but eager, she confirmed, and prepared to give everything she had to the next couple of moons. she passed her assessment, and her friends followed suit. their ceremonies were within days from one another.
indent lilypaw was the first among her friends to become a warrior. stonepaw graduated only two sunrises later, and mousepaw and willowpaw became warriors in the same ceremony. lilypaw became lilycloud, mousepaw became mousefang, and willowpaw and stonepaw became willowtail and stonestripe. excited, they all took on their warrior duties, often going on hunting trips together when possible. lilycloud began to think more and more about willowtail, often daydreaming about what it might be like to be mates with her. finally deciding that she needed to get her feelings off of her chest, she went to her brother. as it turned out, he too had something he needed to confide in her about. before she got a chance to tell her brother about her feelings for willowtail, he confessed that he was also in love with her. too struck for words, she painfully urged him on, compelling him to confess to willowtail. the two became mates about a year later, and lilycloud never told anyone about how she felt. she bottled it up, and wore a smile, happy to at least have her friends still around. convincing herself that her brother's happiness was enough for her to be happy, she was eager to move on and find potential love elsewhere. stonestripe would have been a good choice, had he not been her in-law now that willowtail and mousefang were together. continuing on as good friends, lilycloud eventually moved on from her adoration and focused on the more important things in her life.

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━ name : wormpaw ⇢ wormwhisker.
━ worm, for his brown-hued body.
━ paw, for it is the standard suffix of all apprentices until they become warriors.
━ whisker, for his good hunting skills and long whiskers.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : eleven moons old.
━ rank : apprentice.
━ appearance : wormpaw is a lean, scruffy tomcat with wild dark brown fur overlaid with ginger hues. he has a white chest, paws, and muzzle, but his head is nearly black, while his tail is a lovely russet. his fur is rarely ever groomed and he has long, drooping white whiskers; above them lie a pink nose and burning amber eyes. the young tom is also missing the tip of his left ear.
━ scent : he smells of gravel and moss.

━ personality : wormpaw is . . . sensible, adaptable, level-headed ; tough, straightforward, calm ; unsympathetic, flat.
wormpaw is incredibly level-headed. he weighs every issue with scarcely a trace of anxiety or intimidation, and reacts accordingly. he doesn't seem fazed when thrown into situations that require problem solving, as he assesses every problem in a very organized, straightforward way. he tends to see everything through a completely neutral lens. he prefers to approach things methodically, but he'll seriously roll with whatever. very easy to talk to, and very good at giving constructive advice. wormpaw must be one of the most straightforward cats to set foot in the forest. he calls everything as he sees it with little to no regard to consequences. nothing is too embarrassing or taboo for him to discuss, as nothing seems to faze him. insults and the like seem to bounce right off. whether or not he is actually effected by serious or emotional issues is irrelevant, as he always keeps a calm, low-key energy about him. leave it up to wormpaw to literally just comment on whatever is happening around him. wormpaw's tendency to disregard boundaries can leave a negative impact on other cats, as he may say things that are disrespectful or inappropriate. if he says the wrong thing to the wrong cat, it could land him in trouble. his lack of zeal may also be perceived by some as being unfeeling, or even boring.
━ likes : leaf-fall, hunting, climbing, training, hanging out with his denmates, sharing tongues, challenges, sunning himself.
━ dislikes : annoying/loud cats, when things are taken too seriously, drama, cold weather, confrontation.

━ sexuality : wormpaw is pansexual, male leaning.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment!
━ mate and kits : eh. he hasn't really thought about it.
━ preferences : tall, pretty markings, calm, likes to explore, likes him for who he is.

━ history : wormpaw had a relatively normal upbringing. his parents, flightfoot and ratclaw, named him for his brown coat. he's their only child. he spent his kithood like any kit would: exploring, straying as close to the forest as he could before his mother could scold him, and seeking out the perfect hiding places. though, he never acted out too much during his kithood, or had any notable adventures.
indent when wormpaw became an apprentice, he was glad to see what was beyond camp for the first time. when he first began leaving camp for training, it was during leaf-fall, when the foliage in the territory was turning brittle and brown. he's always liked that his pelt matches the colors of leaf-fall perfectly, just like the brown leaves. • for the most part, wormpaw’s training has gone smoothly. he makes mistakes often, but always tries to learn from them so that he can move forward with his training. he is shaping up to be a fairly average warrior with a well-rounded set of skills. however, he hasn’t experienced much, and he still has a long way to go before he becomes a fully realized warrior.

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━ name : darkrain.
━ dark, for her dark brown points.
━ rain, for her electric blue eyes.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : nineteen moons old.
━ rank : warrior of _clan.
━ appearance : darkrain is a beautiful she-cat of siamese descent with creamy fur overlaid with dark brown points. she has a mask of the color on her face, legs, tail, and ears. from this mask peer a black nose and wide, entrancing blue eyes. beneath her soft, thick fur, she is pretty slim as well.
━ scent : she smells of dewy grasses and fragrant flowers.

━ personality : darkrain is . . . confident, passionate, hard-working ; flirty, cunning, charming ; reserved, fickle, mischievous.
darkrain is without doubt very secure and sure of her own abilities. it's hard to insult her if you don't know her very well. she's extremely passionate in things she cares for, and basically everything that she does. be it her duties, friends, or lovers. she's got great work ethic, and it really comes into play when she's driven. she always loves to do a good job. darkrain is very, very flirty and coy with others. if she wants something done her way or really likes you, it shows. and very deceitful! she's good with her words. they can be poisonous if she means for them to be. in general, she’s charming. attractive to be around, and makes friends pretty easily. though, she struggles to keep them. she's more hesitant to open up, if anything. her real emotions only show through if you're a keeper. darkrain also changes her mind very easily. she's notorious for getting bored with things if she doesn't like them right off the bat. a born troublemaker, she's always bending the rules if she isn't breaking them, and likes things to go her way.
━ likes : flirting, sunsets, sharing tongues, gossip, her friends, bird feathers, delicate things, climbing trees, heights, playing games, the cold.
━ dislikes : cats who take themselves too seriously, green-leaf, warm weather, being bored, rules that don't fit her agenda.

━ sexuality : darkrain is bisexual, male leaning.
━ attracted to : blackspeck, potentially chervilleaf.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : yes of course! she secretly can't wait to settle down and make babies.
━ preferences : intelligent, funny, bold, cuddly, tall, independent, a bit bashful.

━ history : darkkit was born in the winter months with her brother goosekit to nightbelly and foxscratch. she and goosekit became sick within a few weeks, but they both got better without a hitch. a kit friend of theirs died during this time, but they didn’t find out until later what it all meant; it confused them. • darkkit made friends with another kit named newtkit and they grow close, but goosekit became madly jealous. he got into a fight with newtkit but they eventually worked it out. soon enough, they were both apprenticed.
indentshe became darkpaw! her mentor was frogwhisker, an old gray tom cat. she found him stinky and annoying because he always pressured her to do work, but she eventually came to respect and care for him. frogwhisker was injured during a patrol he took darkpaw on, and she became very worried. because he had to recover for a few moons, she got a new mentor named elmthroat, who she liked right from the get-go! • darkpaw excelled at everything, and had the makings of a promising warrior. goosepaw became a warrior before her, and this made her highly competitive, making her work even harder to pass her assessment in order to rank up and join gooseheart.
indentshe finally got her name, darkrain, for her bright blue eyes. in the past seven moons since, she has done (and continues to do) everything she can to keep her clan alive and well-fed. • she had two flings simultaneously, as she liked the dangerous feel.

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━ name : loondapple.
━ loon, for his black-and-white pelt.
━ dapple, for the flecks of darker green in his eyes.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : thirty-nine moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : loondapple is a short, muscular black-and-white tomcat. his chest, muzzle, and paws are white as well as his tail-tip, and he has pale green eyes. his fur is short and soft, and he has straight white whiskers accompanied with a bright pink nose. he also sports quite a few old scars from his fight with a fox during his apprentice days: one of his ears is torn (not pictured, oof) and he has multiple scars, pale with time, across his chest and flanks.
━ scent : he smells of blossoms in bloom.

━ personality : loondapple is . . . determined, inquisitive, loyal ; noncommittal, sarcastic, tough ; blunt, moody, inattentive, insecure, distant.
━ likes : hunting, being alone, being appreciated, sunning himself, flora and fauna, catching birds, green-leaf, cute toms.
━ dislikes : the elders and their stories, foxes, battle training, being surprised/pranked, when his incident is brought up, his scars.

━ sexuality : loondapple is homosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment. hmu!
━ mate and kits : perhaps, but he doubts the opportunity for either will ever present itself.
━ preferences : tall, masculine toms that smell nice, have deep voices, and are kind, gentle, and affectionate.

━ history : born and raised in _clan, loonkit was a wild and outgoing tom-kit. always needing to be hushed and scolded to quiet down and go to sleep. always getting under the older cats’ paws. always being dragged back to the nursery after getting caught poking his nose where he shouldn’t be. always raring to go and eager to become the clan’s best warrior. only one thing was ever able to hold him in one spot: the elders’ stories. wide-eyed and squirming with excitement, he’d listen to their endless tales of legendary warriors and their adventures. at night, he’d lay awake, their words buzzing in his head, dreaming of running off into adventure beside the cats in their stories.
indent as he grew, he became more and more impatient for the day he’d finally join the ranks as a warrior. and even more so, for the day he too would earn his place in the elders’ tales. even after his apprenticeship began, he still yearned for time to go faster. why did he have to wait? soon after the beginning of his training, loonpaw decided he needed to do something big. something so bold and brave, he’d be sure to be remembered. • that something came in the form of a family of foxes. the moment he heard his clanmates’ report of a fox nest within the territories, the idea sparked in loonpaw's head. it’d be perfect! he snuck off on his own and into the foxhole, where he met a litter of frightened fox kits and one very angry vixen. with very little training and the confined space of the foxhole, loonpaw was nearly defenseless as the fox tore into him. loonpaw was sure he would die, only to be saved by a passing patrol.
indent a whisker from death, he was rushed back to camp and, for the next moon, was confined to the medicine cat den. his pride and confidence wounded, he rarely left the den until he started training again. while loonpaw was hesitant and distant at first, he quickly became frustrated and angry with how gentle his clanmates were being with him. he pushed himself through training, and often snapped at others when he thought they were going easy on him, even when it was him who flinched in battle practice. the rest of his training went by without a hitch, and he's well on his way to becoming a senior warrior by now. only, he's without any epic tales to tell about it.
indent outwardly, he’s social and talkative, but very uncomfortable with emotional and physical intimacy. loondapple is scared of rejection and emotional commitments as well. • though he would never admit it, he is still very uncomfortable in battle. loondapple will flinch away from strikes, even when training with his clanmates. head on attacks/attacks to his face are the hardest even after all these moons. • he prefers hunting to fighting, and likes to hunt alone. • loondapple is able to talk and joke about his incident, if he’s the one to initiate it, but when others try to he gets cold and shuts down. he also avoids the elders’ den like the plague.

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━ name : namirah.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : thirty moons old.
━ rank : loner.
━ appearance : namirah is a lean, wiry white she-cat with ginger patches on her face and haunches. she has a bobtail and piercing light blue eyes, as well as a constantly wary and tense demeanor. she has a pink nose, ears, and paw pads, and is surprisingly agile and deft, even with her missing tail.
━ scent : she smells of sea salt and greenery.

━ personality : namirah is . . . sweet, protective, determined, level-headed, gentle ; shy, fierce, bashful ; enigmatic, mysterious, stoic, untrusting.
nami is notoriously sweet and gentle to everyone, even those who are less than nice to her. she is quite shy and very bashful, usually not saying much and simply smiling softly to others. her "alter ego" appears when she feels her kittens are in danger. she is very motherly. she’s a bit of a pushover, but she's humble and has a big heart. she doesn't like giving orders. namirah will finally do whatever it takes when it's something she really wants! she's a hard worker, and would be willing to lay down her life for one of her babies. she is, however, quite skittish and avoids strange things and other cats as often as she can. she's had bad experiences with clan cats especially, so she is very hard to get close to. and it's even harder to earn her trust.
━ likes : sleeping in, playing with her kits, the sea/any body of water, swimming, catching fish, breezy days, summer.
━ dislikes : cold months, losing things, being threatened, bad weather, other cats.

━ sexuality : namirah is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : she currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : namirah's past mate was a tomcat named pantherclaw. she is now raising their three beautiful children alone.
━ preferences : tall, handsome, dark-furred, cool, gentle, caring, intelligent.

━ history : namirah has been a lone cat all her life. she was born in an abandoned seaside shed to a beautiful she-cat named aleese, who had been impregnated by a passing stray named icarus. namirah was the only kitten that survived the litter of four, and she was raised to be a cat of the ocean, strong-willed and wild. she loved water and its salty spray, the warm sand beneath her paws, and the strange creatures she saw. she loved her mother and their little corner of the world. that chapter of her life is forever in her memory, and even now she carries a trace of her home in her scent. when namirah was old enough, she left aleese and began to travel by herself. her mother was growing old and insisted on her daughter living independently, seeing the world and making memories. though nami was reluctant to leave, she did. she plunged into the trees, making her way further and further inland until she lost count of the cycles of the moon and sun.
indent eventually, she stumbled upon a group of cats that called themselves fernclan. curious but too scared to draw close to them, namirah kept to herself. she stumbled upon a black tomcat with a tongue as sleek as his pelt. he was called pantherclaw, which nami thought was funny. who on earth would name their kit that? nevertheless, namirah began to spend more and more time with this odd tom, meeting with him nightly. she showed him her world and he showed her his. they began to slowly fall in love, over the moons evolving from close friends to lovers, and then to mates. nami loved that handsome black cat, and so the couple was overjoyed when she discovered she was pregnant.
indent their season of happiness and love came to an abrupt end, however, when one of pantherclaw's clanmates spotted him slipping out of camp and followed him. glimpsing namirah, who by now was heavy with kittens, the clanmate immediately knew what was going on. by the next morning, pantherclaw was dragged from his nest and tried for his disloyalty. he had fraternized with an outsider and conceived kits with her. for fernclan, this was an offense punishable by death. and so, the leader of the clan, dimstar, executed the dark warrior. all of this was unbeknownst to nami, who waited day after day for a mate that never returned to her. she never learned what happened to her beloved pantherclaw. but she could assume as much when his clanmates located her sheltering on the outskirts of their territory. she'd been preparing to give birth when the fernclanners chased her off their land with a few scratches to remember them by. pantherclaw had betrayed her. and now, deep within namirah, a bitterness for the clan cats began to take root.
indent that same day, namirah collapsed in a shallow hollow beneath a bramble bush and bore three children: one tom-kit and two she-kits. the tom-kit especially resembled his father so much that nami could cry. but she forced herself to forget about fernclan and pantherclaw. they had only brought her pain, and she was now alone again. determination filled her in those moments that she held her newborns close. she would do everything in her power to keep them safe and raise them as aleese had raised her. • ever since, namirah has been traveling with her babies (who are now three moons old). they have recently begun to encroach upon _clan territory, but namirah is steadfastly keeping her distance, as she should have to begin with. • despite pantherclaw's betrayal, and the bitterness she feels, nami has found that she would never trade a moment of it. she'd be without her kittens, who have become the center of her universe.

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━ name : whitewolf.
━ white, for his pure white coat.
━ wolf, for his large, muscular body and deep growl.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : fifty moons old.
━ rank : warrior.
━ appearance : whitewolf is a powerful, muscular tomcat with thick white fur, massive paws, and a long plumy tail. he has big ears with white tufts of fur at their ends and narrow yellow eyes below which perch drooping whiskers and a pink nose.
━ scent : he smells of winter berries and frost.

━ personality : whitewolf is . . . selfless, generous, loyal, friendly ; quiet, adventurous, blunt, ambitious ; pessimistic, reclusive, easily overwhelmed.
whitewolf sometimes seems to care more about the cats around him then himself. he'll gladly give his food and space away, and tries not to see the worst in others; just that their needs are being filled at his expense. and he's fine with that. he doesn't make friends easily, but when he does, he's bound to stick by their side unconditionally. wolf isn't one to sacrifice that. though he isn't a positive thinker, he isn't afraid to laugh and be generally friendly once he meets new cats. one of whitewolf's greatest hardships when it comes to other cats is his lack of voice. it's not that he can't, it’s not that he doesn't want to, he just can never find the proper words. but when he does, it’s always pure honesty. he's not one to beat around the bush or coddle, ready to speak his mind the moment he finds the words. though he doesn’t voice it, whitewolf has always been slightly ambitious, eager to do good and be the best. he's not the most cheery cat, and he often times brings himself down with self-doubt. he's not a positive thinker, and doesn't like jumping into situations because he's subconsciously sure he will fail. this includes talking to other cats; it's best to keep to himself. he's never sure another cat truly accepts his presence. he can also get overwhelmed with a lot of attention. though it’s not obvious when this happens, he tends to "turn off" in a sense, ignoring the world around him so he can calm down.
━ likes : dusk, birds (and bird watching), being alone with his thoughts, the moon, bright leaves, success, hunting, leaf-bare.
━ dislikes : warm air, not understanding his emotions, green-leaf, thunder, eating birds, worms.

━ sexuality : whitewolf is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he is without a crush at the moment. hmu!
━ mate and kits : perhaps if he finds the right she-cat.
━ preferences : gingers, sweethearts, good hunters, likes nature, nimbleness, uplifting personalities (to combat his negativity).

━ history : hawk and falcon were nomadic sisters who had journeyed for years together, but always alone. this all changed when hawk met snowstorm, an awkward but frankly adorable tom. much to falcon's dislike, hawk urged snowstorm to join them. every cat saw it coming, after that point, as snowstorm's and hawk's relationship began to grow and fill. the previously moody and stubborn hawk had become much more cheerful, and the awkward snowstorm began to fill into his role. falcon was not surprised when hawk confirmed their relationship: she was pregnant. • falcon, resentful that her sister had blotted her out of her life, decided to leave. it distressed the heavily pregnant hawk, and she had one stillborn kitten out of four. • the three kits were somewhat of a pawful, constantly exploring and getting lost.
indent one night, wolf and his siblings went to investigate some strange noises, when they decided to split up to cover more ground. much to wolf's dismay, he quickly got lost. he wandered for a while, not really knowing how to take care of himself but too young to fully understand everything, just that he couldn't find his parents, and it was so very weird. he stumbled upon a patrol soon enough, who gladly brought him into a strange clan called _clan, and though he was vaguely confused, he was finally happy to have found friendly cats. • he was introduced to a few kits, including olivekit, asterkit, skinkkit, and nightkit (npcs). • unexpectedly, whitekit was made into an apprentice, his membership in _clan solidified.
indent he got needlestep as a mentor. she was super nice and had him practice his hunting on moss balls. however in his first moon or so, whitepaw got dangerously sick and was confined to the nursery. he became very bitter and moody because his denmates progressed without him. rainpelt was assigned as his temporary mentor when he was finally well again, because needlestep had kits. • whitepaw began to make more friends: honeypaw, rabbitpaw, and sandpaw (npcs). • for his apprentice assessment, he caught birds in a fit of anxiety, of which he was ashamed of. however after speaking with goldenstar, he came to realize and accept that it was a sacrifice he had to make for his clan. whitepaw (and soon whitewolf) developed a new sense of loyalty and care for the clan he did not have previously.
indent he was named whitewolf for his muscular physique and throaty growl. he's been leading an average life full of hunting, patrolling, and making friends ever since. he has trained two apprentices, and secretly wishes to become deputy.

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━ name : dahliabreeze.
━ dahlia, for her unique beauty and appearance.
━ breeze, for her exceptional agility.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat.
━ age : forty-five moons old.
━ rank : queen.
━ appearance : dahliabreeze is a sleek dilute tortoiseshell with bright yellow eyes. she is best known for her general attractiveness, as can be seen in her unique pelt design and her feminine stature and mannerisms. she is a tall, slim she-cat with high-set hips and petite features. her eyes are round and an intense yellow. her fur is thick and semi-long yet form-fitting. she also has a long neck, and her tail, ears, chest, and belly are tufted.
━ scent : she smells of crisp oak leaves and honey.

━ personality : dahliabreeze is . . . kind, observant, supportive ; mature, feminine, charming, reserved ; shy, sensitive, indecisive, over-attached.
dahliabreeze is a generally sweet and sociable she-cat. additionally, she is also known to be very independent, as she dislikes being a burden to others. she is very affectionate towards her close friends and family, especially her mate _ and her old mentor, juniperfrost. she has become mature and knowing of the world around her, and is realistic. as she has entered her prime, she has become very careful about her words and decisions, often keeping the most important decisions of her life to herself. she would even keep things from _ if she believes it will benefit him. dahlia is notoriously attractive and quite charming in her appearance and mannerisms despite her slightly awkward build, and is overall a friendly cat. however, she can certainly be non-compliant and rather clingy at times. it is also known that she has an especially rough time when it comes to making important decisions.
━ likes : her mate (obviously), hunting, sunning herself, spending time with her friends/family, green-leaf, taking walks, sunsets.
━ dislikes : making hard decisions, ultimatums, the cold, anything that threatens those she cares about.

━ sexuality : dahliabreeze is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert mate's here*.
━ crushing : she's crushing on _, duh!
━ mate and kits : dahliabreeze has moved into the nursery. she will bear _'s kits soon and she couldn't be happier. she loves him very much!
━ preferences : tall, good-looking, kind, intelligent, gentle, affectionate with her, doting, strong, a loyal clanmate and friend.

━ history : dahliakit and her sisters, bushkit and comfreykit (npcs), were born to smokeberry and her mother's friend, rootbriar, during newleaf. dahliakit met a few kittens, but mostly stuck with bushkit and comfreykit during her first six moons. they got in trouble together due to sneaking into the warriors den to find beetles. • she became an apprentice with juniperfrost (npc) as her mentor. it was then that she met her future mate, who was a few moons older than her; she began to consider him a close friend and they explored a lot. dahliapaw also began to feel troubled about not knowing who her father was, but she stayed quiet about her concerns; she eventually gave in and asked her mother, finding out that it was rootbriar after all. dahliapaw continued to work and train hard, and soon enough she became dahliabreeze. • bushberry, her sister, was killed by a fox, leaving dahlia heartbroken and weak. when things settled down and the fox is driven off their territory for good, she gets robinpaw (npc) as her first apprentice, and they get along really well. robinpaw became robinwhisper after lengthy moons of training, and dahliabreeze was immensely proud. at this point in her life, she decided that she wanted to start a family with her long-time friend and crush, _. they became an amazing pair and have been together since they were young warriors. they waited a while to have kits, but now dahliabreeze is pregnant and is currently in the nursery!

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━ name : tobias.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ age : twenty-eight moons old.
━ rank : outsider, rogue.
━ appearance : tobias is a large, powerful black tabby tom with gray accents, huge paws, and pale green eyes. tall, sturdy, and imposing, he is a force to be reckoned with. tobias is heavily scarred──countless healed wounds from past battles and fights slash over his skin, so numerous and deep that even the longer bits of fur covering the his body cannot hide them. while the scars themselves are frightening to look at, tobias seems to flaunt them, using them as a symbol of his strength and prosperity. his coat his thick and long, accented by grays and whites. lastly are his pale green eyes. reminiscent of ferns, they're rarely widened, instead typically narrowed in a lazy half-lidded expression of satisfaction. overall, he looks like a tool.
━ scent : he has a metallic, blood-like odor mixed with the fragrance of mint.

━ personality : tobias is . . . steadfast, loyal, intelligent, patient ; confident, charismatic, observant ; deceitful, violent, manipulative, cold, a liar.
tobias is as greasy as an oil slick, as slippery as a serpent. the taste of lies, deception, and corruption are no stranger to his tongue, and there is little that the tom wouldn't do in order to achieve his warped goals. be it manipulation or domination, tobias has no qualms with using or even forcing others to submit to his demands, making the tom dangerous and generally a sinful being. being raised in such a bloody environment that he openly relished, there are very few laws governing his behavior; the tom believes in feeding your wants and desires, as there is no other individual more important in the world than one's own self. it doesn't help that he has such a great understanding of how other cats' minds work, either; tobias can easily string together the right words in order to convince others of his lies, and the tom is an effective actor when it suits him. it's difficult to say what truly motivates tobias other than self-fulfillment and bitterness, and whether or not there is much hope for any redemption.
indentbending reality and truths to get what he wants is something that tobias is particularly skilled in. finding his way around conversations and confrontation come as easily to him as breathing air. one of tobias' favorite methods of manipulation is using the naive and defenseless to work in his favor; be it as harmless as pranking a cat he dislikes or as dangerous as an attempt in harming someone else, tobias doesn't discriminate when it comes to achieving his goals. hardy and patient, he has a firm resolve in his core beliefs and a strong faith in his tactics. lying in wait like a snake, he purposefully waits until the time is right before striking, observing when someone is at their weakest or most vulnerable. the less energy he has to expend, the better. while this trait often manifests in dangerous ways, it makes tobias an intelligent strategist and a loyal friend; sometimes it may take time to win his favor, but once you do you couldn't possibly have a more loyal ally. the dark tom was raised under brutal laws. attack first, or be attacked. eat first, or starve. kill, or be killed. it was only way to survive within his former community, and tobias still thinks like this today. his brute strength and lack of empathy towards others minimizes any guilt he could feel towards dealing harm, and he finds prestige and respect for each battle won. he has a high opinion of himself. though looks aren't particularly important to the tom, he takes pride in each scar that laces through his fur, each graceful movement his claws make in a fight. tobias values strength and a sharp wit over everything else in a cat, and in his opinion he's the perfect example of what cats should strive to in that regard.
indentthrough his hardships and struggles, the tom has learned that the only cat who will willingly protect you is yourself, and over time tobias has grown to love who he is, inside and out. lying by omission, trickery, and scheming are all acts that come naturally to the brute, and over years and months of practicing tobias has found himself to be particularly good at it. it's difficult for others to prove or pinpoint his lies, and the tom is a very good actor, manipulating emotions and stories into something that will gain his favor with others. lying is a game to him, and with each success tobias has grown less and less guilty about doing it. at times towards cats he's found he likes, he feels some hesitance and guilt in deceiving them, but in the end he reasons that it's all for the greater good──protecting himself, covering his tracks. while every lie he tells has some truth in it, tobias is a very imaginative story teller. he enjoys using his looks, confident attitude, and outwardly gentlemanly attitude to charm others, and flirting is a fun past time. while he's unsure if he could ever be a worthy romantic partner, tobias takes a special pride in being able to charm and romance others. though he may sport many undesirable traits, the tom enjoys making others feel good about themselves in more ways than one. compliments from tobias are not rare, but those he shows special attention to get more than others. it's easier to fool cats when they trust you, and so tobias practices smooth-talking as often as he can.
━ likes : his few close friends, flirting, she-cats, fighting, winning, accomplishing his goals, picking fights, toying, terrorizing clan cats, sunny days, lounging, finding a good meal, scheming.
━ dislikes : excessive heat, water, losing, being unsuccessful in reaching a goal, rules, when someone tells him what to do, trespassers.

━ sexuality : tobias is heterosexual.
━ attracted to : *insert name(s) here*.
━ crushing : he currently isn't crushing on anyone. pm me!
━ mate and kits : he isn't the romantic type. tobias has no desire for either, but he'd be more willing to accept a partner than kits.
━ preferences : sleek, pretty, funny, fearless, scrappy, cool.

━ history : tobias was born in the second litter of one very manipulative and abusive she-cat named sylvia and one neglectful dad called cook. from the start, tobias had a very tumultuous and unusual childhood; the rogue group that his mother had made her home in was the pure image of savagery. you either fended for yourself or died, and weakness was not be tolerated. deplorable acts──murder, abuse, bullying, and even cannibalism were common, and there were few laws that governed them beyond a very loose social hierarchy. tobias was born with two other siblings: casper and baron. from birth, it was clear to his mother what the kits' roles would be. tobias, the firstborn, was a strong and angry kitten. baron, the middle child, was average in every way. casper, the runt, was sickly, and sylvia expected him to die quickly in the night. he didn't, much to her dismay, but a part of her wanted to see what casper was capable of. moons passed, and the kits grew up as expected, constantly fighting with tooth and claw for attention, food, and dominance. tobias of course was dominant, with baron trailing close behind. despite tobias' impressive progress, the young tom lacked a strong social relationship with either of his siblings. while he was fond of baron, he saw casper as a leech, constantly annoyed by baron's efforts to support him. frequently, he'd ruin many of baron's hunts in order to send the clear message of what he thought about their sickly brother, and often tobias would go out of his way to taunt the two of them, jealous of their close relationship. to tobias, baron deserved the treatment he recieved from the other cats in their group; he was showing weakness, and if he continued tobias was positive that casper would take baron to the grave alongside him.
indentwhile baron spent his time daydreaming about fairytale cats, tobias spent most of his time rising within the ranks of their group, making friends with the right cats and throwing his strength around in order to gain respect. in his eyes, it seemed as though baron was determined to fill his head with dreams of kitten down, and in his own way tobias attempted to steer his brother away from this waste, ridiculing the stories and constantly thinking of ways to disprove baron's theories. both relief and satisfaction filled tobias when his sickly little brother began to fall even more ill, and once it was clear to sylvia that there was no hope of casper's recovery, the she-cat instructed both of her sons to end their brother's life. tobias was more than ready to rid the world of the leech, and admitted to baron that he'd never felt anything more satisfying than taking casper's life. he was the strongest, and although casper was no worthy adversary it brought the dark-hearted tom joy to prove his dominance and faith in his kill-or-be-killed logic. • with casper gone, tobias was more than aware that baron was the next to go. cats began to be more open about their hostility towards his younger brother, and tobias himself made no move to stop them, at times even goading them on or joining into the frays. it was time for baron to prove his worth; he was either strong or weak, alive or dead.
indentit pleased him to no end when baron began to let go of his childlike behavior, becoming more obedient and strong with each battle won and life he took alongside his brother. in tobias' eyes, they were a team, and they would be closer than casper and baron ever were. tobias entertained ideas of taking control of the group and reshaping it to fit his whims, an idea that was fed constantly by sylvia herself. tobias became a force to be reckoned with, deceitful and arrogant as it became clear that there was no cat who could quite match his strength and vigor. • dreams of power were shattered when baron began to show signs of falling back into his old patterns, and it was no surprise to tobias when one night, the dark tom slunk out of his den and to the border of their territory. enraged, tobias followed his brother──baron had almost made it into the trees when of course tobias caught up to him, and a confrontation ensued in which baron laid bare his feelings to tobias. instead of attacking him, tobias remained quiet. truly, he believed that baron would die alone, but he warned his brother that if he ever saw him again, he'd kill him, and he let baron leave. of course, baron had no intentions of returning.
indenttime passed, and tobias' disgust and feelings of betrayal only grew with each passing sunrise. he grew harsher and more violent, striking out at innocent cats with no distinction between ideals of the weak and the strong; his old friends were merely bags of flesh and bone in his way, and with each day the air of fear and tension around the group became more and more tangible. cats who had previously existed in a warped, cruel, yet anarchist harmony suddenly were suppressed under fear of tobias' wrath, and it was no secret that sylvia was ever present in the scarred tom's ear, instructing him slyly from behind the scenes. however, none of it satisfied tobias. there was still something missing, a score unsettled, and it was sylvia herself who finally helped tobias to understand who it was that caused rage to boil within his veins──his traitor littermate. • with this realized, tobias left the rogue gang and struck out on his own after his brother, hoping to meet him again. while he was content in the rogue group and could foresee himself ruling it, he eventually decided that he needed to start his own life, starting with killing his traitorous brother. who knows, perhaps one day he could amass followers or take over a settlement. tobias has settled into the outskirts of bearclan territory for the time being and spends his time tormenting clan cats and other outsiders. he finds it enjoyable, especially because he has never encountered a structure like that of bearclan. spying on the group is something he does in his pastime.