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Meliora
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"I know your soul is not tainted
Even though you've been told so
Can you hear the rumble?
Can you hear the rumble that's calling?" ~ Cirice (Ghost)

~ Name(s): Meliora, Mapleflower
~ Gender: Female (She/They)
~ Sexuality: Lesbian
~ Age: 68 Moons
~ Voice Claim: Sister Imperator (Skip to 1:02)
~ Zodiac: WIP
~ Appearance: Large long-haired silvery-gray lynx point with a scar running across the bridge of her nose and a torn ear
~ Crush / Forbidden Crush / Mate / Ex: Open
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~ Clan / Group: None (May join PineClan)
~ Status: Living
~ Current Rank: Kittypet
~ Rank Desired: Unsure
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~ Personality: Having been living around the patch of woods between the Clans and the Twolegplace for so long, Meliora has hardened in the face of many things, death included. Bitter and cold, the older molly won't care to attack you, even if it's for something so small. Despite being this way, she is well known for taking in lost kits and caring for them in the Twolegplace, earning her the nickname of "The Cold Caretaker" by most cats that know her name. Oddly enough, under the ice-cold shell she shows, she could be the nicest cat you'll ever meet.
~ History: Meliora and her siblings (Pearl, Charlie, and Winter) were born to a prized show cat (Helena) and an unknown sire. Since she heard of the cats outside the safety of the Twolegplace, Meliora has always been interested in their lives. Several times, the molly snuck out of her warm and cozy home to the cold forest for adventures. On one such outing, she stumbled onto JuniperClan territory without any knowledge of what she did. A mentor and their apprentice found the young kit and at their mentor's command, the apprentice attacked the young molly, leaving her with a scar across the nose and a torn ear. When she finally pulled herself from the daze of pain and watched as the Clan cats left, she immediately went back to her warm home, but was quickly abandoned by her mother as she "wasn't beautiful anymore". Leaving her home and siblings behind, life outside the one she knew was difficult, but she made the most of it. In the time from her kithood to where she'd be a full-fledged warrior, she was raised by an elderly queen named Socks until she passed away from old age. By then, Meliora was fully versed in ways to keep herself alive. The rest of her life was a blur, mostly forgotten by the she-cat. There was once where she stumbled upon a lone kit who she assumed to be part of one of the Clans. Taking him in for a little until she figured out how to get him back, she (WIP)
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~ Parents: Helena (Mother; Unknown sickness), Unknown (Father; Unknown location / Unknown status), Socks (Foster Mother; Old age; Unknown spirit residence
~ Sibling(s): Pearl (Sister; Unknown location / Unknown status), Charlie (Brother; Unknown location / Unknown status), Winter (Brother; Unknown location / Unknown status)
~ Kit(s): None
~ Other Kin: None
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~ Friendships: Open
~ Enemies: Open
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Creekpaw!!

A young apprentice at 13 moons, Creekpaw is a spunky, ambitious, little ball of fur. She takes training very seriously, and wants to become leader one day. Creekpaw doesn't have time for a relationship. Her age, and her opinion, she just doesn't want one for herself. She has dappled fur and shocking green eyes.

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Res- Warrior- Breezelight

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[[ she-cat ;; 45 moons ;; juniper queen ;; heterosex/rom ;; single ]]
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named after the former queen of england, her owners having been major histor
y lovers who moved from england with their cats. victoria came from a breeder
and was a show cat, winning award after award for her beauty and perfect bree
ding. her owners had several other cats, but they were all normal house pets w
ith less than perfect breeding. most were even strays that were rescued so who
knows what kind of breeding they had. after moving from england, victoria was
sold to a breeder to add to the show circuit's gene pool, but instead of a loving
home, she was ignored and hardly ever brushed. she hated this new home and d
ecided to leave before they expected her to start raising kits. it was rather trau
matizing to be outside for the first time, but she learned quickly. at least she w
asn't declawed like her former housemate was. there was a steep learning curv
e, but victoria made it work. it has been only two moons since she left the two-
legged house, but after finding the juniper clan, she's unsure if she wants to ret
urn to her former life. sure it was luxurious and everything was basically given t
o her, but it's hard to ignore the primal instincts that have surfaced from within.

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[[ tom ;; 9 moons ;; apprentice to mourningrain ;; son of victoria ;; single ]]
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the first born son of the juniper clan queen, victoria. his father was never ment
ioned by his mother or anyone else in the clan so stormpaw doesn't ask questions
about his sire. there's not much that has happened in his short life, the only ma
jor event that has happened would be his birth and the birth of his siblings. sto
rmpaw has dreams of becoming a strong warrior, maybe even a leader someday,
but at the moment he is focused on becoming an apprentice in a timely manner
so he can get through the training and tests as quickly as he can, to prove that
he is the best. his mother's regal demeanor has rubbed off on him and he's quit
e princely himself. no one has caught his eye, probably since he's not looking.

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[Euthymios]

━ name : mourningrain
━mourning; for his low and velvety voice; referencing the mourning dove to allude to his state of grieving
━rain; his quiet nature and soft coat
━ former names : lyre, elkpaw, elkrain
━ future name : mourningstar
━ age thirty-six moons old (three yrs)
━ gender ♂, cismale, tomcat
━ rank deputy of juniperclan [ desired rank ; achieved. ]
━ physiology mourningrain is a svelte siamese tom with vivid sapphire-blue eyes. most of his pelt is a cream color, but his points are chocolate brown. his pelt, despite being rather short, is soft like silk and pleasing to the touch, always kept well-groomed at all times. he doesn't consider himself very handsome, but there is no denying that he is quite the looker. mourningrain gets his name from the mourning dove, with whom many cats compare him to due to his low and rather musical voice.
━ scent mourningrain's scent is a mix of lavender and mint leaves with a touch of strawberries

━ psychology mourningrain is . . . level-headed, quiet, alert, honest, diligent, loyal, passionate, allocentric, benevolent, captivating, opinionated, logical, warm ; aloof, impatient, reserved, short-tempered, temperamental, cautious, guarded, fiery, short-tempered, thinks with his heart and not his head, moody, very stubborn, overly protective, grieving.
━ starsign aries
━ likes his group of close friends, clouds, rainy days, mist, feeling wind through his fur, cooler temperatures, morning dew, a good conversation, swimming, freedom to be who he wants to be, sunbathing, night walks, (good) surprises, kits in the nursery.
━ dislikes inactivity, delays, excuses, work that does not use one's talents, being stepped on, excessively warm weather, getting dirty, predators especially hawks and dogs, needy cats, crowds, loud noises, vanity.
━ quirks : he has a tendency to space out randomly in the middle of conversation or just anytime at all. its almost like falling asleep with your eyes open.

━ kin : warbler & lark [ parents ] | tigerflame [ sister ] | mothwing [ brother ] | two unnamed siblings | two nieces/nephews __kit & __kit [ open ]
━ orientation : mourningrain is demiromantic/demisexual.
━ crush : mourningrain isn't crushing on anyone at the moment, and even if he was, he is not overly overt about it. maybe in the future this will change?
━ mate & kits : honestly, mourningrain isn't keen on having kits himself, although he is more than open to taking younger cats under his wing. he's practically everybody's dad.
━ mentor and apprentice(s) : mourningrain's old mentor was the elderly senior warrior, stormsnarl. while surly and harsh at times, the brute has played a vital role in helping him repair his relationship with his sister tigerflame before she passed. he does not mentor anyone at this moment, although he would very much like to take on an apprentice.
━ preference : a platonic relationship, good sense of humor, understanding, faithful, bright/red coat colors, bold, courageous, not the type to step all over him.

━ history : before mourningrain ever became the deputy of juniperclan, before he was a warrior, before he was even called mourningrain. . . there was lyre. he was born to two loners, warbler and lark, outside the clan, as one of the only cats who had survived out of a five-kit litter. nobody exactly knew why the other cats who survived were his two siblings, his younger brother wren - whom he shared most of his colors with, and his older sister fox, the only cat in the litter who took after their father in her tortoiseshell coat and golden eyes. warbler was crushed by the loss of two of her kits, but that didn't stop her from giving her kits the attention they required. for the most part, his kitting was normal. lark and warbler raised their kits to treat others with kindness but to always be careful of possibly malevolent intentions so that they weren't led astray. the three siblings were vastly different from each other, something that became more obvious as they grew. fox, the strongest out of the three, was a wild girl, strident, rebellious, and bossy. she ruled the roost and she knew it. on the other hand, wren, the runt, was petite and timid. lyre turned out to be strong, like his sister, but not nearly as brash. she picked on wren the most, seeing as he was the youngest of them all. she openly mocked wren's more timid nature, encouraging him to 'grow up' so to speak. to be honest, lyre didn't exactly get along with his big sister either, but the three of them tolerated each other enough so as to be somewhat manageable to their parents. the were willing to put their rivalries aside at times, although grudges usually simmered right below the surface. sometimes, the fights descended into screaming matches between fox and lyre, although those were rarer. all in all, he found her to be rather abrasive and far too forceful, but she was, after all, his sister, and he loved her nonetheless.
paragraphwhen he was eight moons old, lyre's life took a turn for the worse. the trio were out hunting (or trying to hunt) on the outskirts of their marked territory when they saw the shadow of a hawk heading toward the den. practically tripping over themselves, the siblings were seconds too late, and the bird of prey sank its talons into lark's back. fox didn't even hesitate and threw herself at the hawk's claws, screeching and clawing and biting. lyre joined her soon after, whereas wren was just left to cower in the back, too cowed to take on the hawk with his siblings. the hawk threw lyre off almost immediately into a tree, leaving him dazed. fox was clawed in the face and the raptor left with lark in tow. that was the last time either of them would ever see their father again. fox rounded on wren, furiously blaming the death of their father on him, although she was truly too heartbroken to say much. even lyre, who was usually the one who stuck up for wren, turned his back. lark's death shook the family hard. warbler lost her vivacious spirit, becoming distant and . . . empty. a loving mother soon became neglectful and absent from her kits lives. worst of all, leafbare was coming up. the little prey that warbler had gathered would not last the family through the winter, especially with three rapidly growing young kits. the leafbare was bleak; even if warbler did her best, the family didn't always have enough to eat. starvation was a constant threat that loomed over the family, and the elements ravaged each of them as they moved from place to place in search of a stable source of food. one early dawn morning, warbler encountered a pair of strangers; a lean grey and white tom with clear green eyes named palewing and a wiry black oriental molly named crowfoot. the two presented themselves with surprising cordiality, introducing themselves as recruiters from a local warrior clan, juniperclan. taking pity on the starving family, palewing and crowfoot extended the offer to seek shelter in juniperclan. lyre noted how they looked much more well-fed and healthy than his family, possessing a strength that he could only dream of. for some reason, however, the thought of being in the company of other cats, many many other cats, didn't seem very appealing. maybe it was the thought of depending on others, or the thought of others depending on him that made it feel too off-putting. nonetheless, it was clear that should he stay as a loner, he might not even make it through the winter. apparently warbler knew that too. tearfully, she took all three kits to the juniperclan border in the dead of night, bid farewell and disappeared. you could just imagine the triplet's confusion when they woke up in the middle of nowhere at dawn with mother not in sight. and in the middle of freakin' winter! and there was no telling what would like three little kits for food, either.
paragraphfortunately, the cries of the three kits quickly attracted the attention of a juniperclan dawn patrol. they were adopted that very day, and given new names. fox became tigerpaw for her fiery temper, lyre became elkpaw for his peaceful nature, and wren became mothpaw for his small size. tigerpaw immediately desired to become a den guard - and why was anyone surprised? she, after all, had the biggest penchant for fighting. elkpaw was given stormsnarl for a mentor. initially, the pairing didn't work out. to elkpaw, stormsnarl was opinionated, surly and harsh, a cat wanting nothing to do with the younger tom. frankly, he scared elkpaw half to death on more than one occasion. surprisingly, he got along fine with tigerpaw and mothpaw, and rather reluctantly, helped the siblings repair their relationship. he had very little time for nonesense, after all, and would not settle for anything less than success in elkpaw's career as a full juniperclan cat and despite being foul-tempered, he was a fair teacher and elkpaw would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn't learn anything. tigerpaw was still quite distant and prickly towards her siblings, but it wasn't as bad as before. they began to re-establish their inner sibling bonds, though not without a grumbling stormsnarl's help. the instance that cemented the friendship between tigerpaw, mothpaw and elkpaw was when - seperated from their mentors on patrol - had a run in with a fox deadset on making elkpaw its midday lunch. fighting together for the first time in their life, the three siblings managed to scare away the fox, though none of them came out of it unscathed. tigerpaw was half-blind from then on, only being able to see with her right eye. despite the cost however, this was the turning point in the siblings' relationship. no longer were they enemies, but friends. their frequent hissing and snarling was replaced by playful banter. not a few moons later, the three of them became full members of juniperclan; mothwing, tigerflame, and elkrain. (tigerflame made it very clear that she did not want a name that alluded to her disability)
paragraphthings settled down a bit after that as a particularly warm greenleaf wrapped the clan up in a summer haze. in general, the siblings were rather well-liked within the clan, but it came as a pleasant surprise nonetheless when mothwing, seemingly out of nowhere, announced to the clan that he had become mates with fellow gatherer, heatherbird, and soon, two newborn kits was added to elkrain's already large family. both mothwing and heatherbird were extremely devoted parents, although tigerflame and elkrain were more than willing to help out. all was well until leaf-fall came. volunteering to go on patrol with a few other den-guards one afternoon, including tigerflame, to investigate some strange scents on a nearby boulevard. to be frank, elkrain didn't exactly expect anything out of the ordinary, despite having heard the rumors of the sleepwalking cats. however, he couldn't help but pick up on the strange, rotting odor that masked the forest's natural scent. it smelt like something had died here. . . along with something chemical. unnatural. so caught up was he in the strange scents that he didn't notice the dog that had snuck up on the patrol. the canine rushed the felines with bloodthirsty glee, jaws snapping and harsh barks like thunder in the air. cornered, the patrol had no choice but to engage the fearsome canine in battle, so that at least a few could run for reinforcements. the fight was bloody, loud and costly. while tigerflame and elkrain attempted to attack as a team, but the dog made quick work of elkrain, grabbing the slender siamese in its jaws and chucking him headlong into the side of the alley, just as the hawk had done with tigerflame previously. and thats exactly what this scenario reminded him of. the hawk. tigerflame didn't fare any better, yet she still held her ground to allow one of the other apprentices to run for help. she didn't stand a chance. the dog butchered his sisters flank, her legs, her belly and not long after flung her ruined body aside. a new burst of adrenaline in his veins, elkrain along with the remaining cats in the patrol took over where his sister had left off, and not long after, the (very late) patrol of juniperclan cats came to drive the dog off with its tail between its legs. the battle was over, but for elkrain, the worst was yet to come. he stumbled back to camp in a stupor, numb and already partially dreading the news that was to come about tigerflame. she was one of the cats who had taken the brunt of the attack. elkrain along with a grief-stricken mothwing laid there with tigerflame all night, watching her strength dwindle despite the best efforts of the juniperclan medicine cats. "i just wanted to tell you two that...i loved you, ya'know." tigerflame rasped, "despite everything, i love both of you." she laughed ruefully, her voice weaker and weaker with each passing second. she wasn't going to make it, elkrain knew, and there was no hiding his tears. "what a fool i was, not to cherish that time we had. i couldn't -"[/b] she took a rasping breath, [i]"i know i couldn't say it before but...i think you two are truly warriors. and i am proud of you both, mothwing and elkrain. . . my brothers." and with that, tigerflame's head lolled back, her breath stilled and her spirit left her body on a journey for starclan. both elkrain and mothwing were inconsolable. elkfoot especially became much more withdrawn, retreating into himself just as his mother did when she lost lark. the normally bright-eyed tom became distant and quiet. the next morning, elkrain consulted the two clan leaders, and changed his name to mourningrain. he didn't lose his kindness in any way, but it would be a lie if his spirit hadn't took a beating when his sister was ripped from him.
paragraphthe loss of tigerflame didn't mean that mourningrain became any less dedicated to his clan. he owed it to them big time, because they had rescued him from a path that would have surely meant his death. introverted as he was, he did, along with mothwing, manage to take on a apprentice at some point, raising them with the ferocity and love that tigerflame had given him. both of their apprentices eventually went on to become successful members of juniperclan, and truthfully, the brothers couldn't have been happier. several moons later, he was approached by serpentstar and russetstar, and to mourningrain's utter shock, offered the place of deputy. somehow, through all his shock and stammering and giddyness, he managed to say 'yes, i accept your offer.' since then, mourningrain has become the second in the clan, helping the leaders to stay on track and keep the clan running strong. he wants to believe that someday he will meet tigerflame in starclan after living a meaningful life, but he doesn't want the time to come soon. he often visits her grave alone and sometimes, you can catch him doing prayer to her.

━ voice benedict cumberland
━ theme song marshmello ft. bastille - happier & billie eilish, khalid - lovely
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[Euthymios]

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━ name : tawnypaw
━tawny; for her bright russet coat; referencing the tawny owl
━paw; name given to all apprentices until they achieve warriorhood
━flame; for her brazen and outspoken demeanor
━ future names : tawnyflame, tawnystar
━ age 9m
━ gender ♀, cisfemale, she-cat
━ rank apprentice.
━ physiology tawnypaw is a lithe fawn ticked-tabby molly with blue-green eyes.
tawnypaw is a cat who holds herself up with pride, and she has a lofty bearing with a slender physique, long legs and a long tail. long everything. this feline stands at least a head taller than most of her peers. everything about her communicates that she is unwilling to back down, a perfect compliment to her strident and outspoken persona. her eyes and ears are pricked and alert, showing constant attentiveness. her body is slender and graceful, with lean legs and a narrow tapered body. tawnypaw possesses a pair of piercing emerald and turquoise blue optics, commonly described to hold a world's worth of confidence and pride within them, blazing with the intensity of a fire. her pelt, like most juniperclan cats, is short and dense so as to provide protection from the sharp brambles that line their home. however, tawnypaw's pelt is a bit ... shorter than those of her brethren, the hairs rather coarse to the touch. her pelt is bright orange, like fire, with darker brownish stripes running across it. in this way, she is very much similar to her father than her mother. tawnypaw is not a cat who worries much about vanity, but her pelt is generally well-kept. her whiskers are thin to the point of being nearly invisible, coming off of her face like the threads of a spiderweb. her mother gave her her name after the tawny owl. tawnypaw's face, just like the rest of her body, is whip-thin, bony, and angular. as a rather outspoken and expressive cat, it's easy to read emotions right off her face. there is no hiding any feelings, which is something that she has struggled with.
━ scent tawnypaw has a rather smoky autumnal fragrance to her, as well as nutmeg and raspberries.

━ psychology tawnypaw is . . . independent, ambitious, brave, loyal ; bossy, stubborn, suspicious, distrustful
tawnypaw is the very definition of a spitfire. loud and proud is her middle name. tawnypaw is not one to easily back down, much unlike her tremulous sister. instead, she meets insults with puffed fur and high hackles and enemies with snarls and bared teeth. like most in the froststar family line, she has no love for a passive approach to problems, and she knows that sometimes you will just have to get down and dirty in order to solve your problems. not only can it lead to others thinking they can walk all over you, but passivity is a weakness than can lead to severe consequences. this has led to a strained relationship between tawnypaw and her sister pinepaw, as the two siblings do not share this trait. however, most of her bossiness comes from the fear that pinepaw will unfortunately meet the same fate as their mother, who was sweet and loving just like her. tawnypaw refuses to lose her sister, the only true family she has left, and as such, tries to structure as much of her life as she can. tawnypaw is a rather bold soul, absolutely unafraid to speak up with her mentor or her peers. she'll share her feelings and opinions, and isn't afraid to use her words to galvanize her peers when ever they're feeling down.
paragraphloyal to her beliefs, her clan, and her family, tawnypaw is one to stick like tree sap to those she cares about. having been the one to look out for her younger sister pinepaw since they were tiny kits, this cat knows a thing or two about ensuring the wellbeing of those she cares about. it's true, however, that her sarcasm can say the direct opposite. no cat cannot deny that tawnypaw keeps the wellbeing of her clan and loved ones at heart. in her heart, there is no room for debate when she sees her clan or family in danger. disloyalty doesn't just endanger you, it can endanger many other innocent cats who may have had nothing to do with it. and having already been witness to the loss of her mother, there is nothing that tawnypaw won't do to ensure that she can fulfill her place as a future warrior of juniperclan. despite her misanthropic behavior toward her father, the molly is still able to see that she is filling big shoes and wants to be just as successful as him. despite just being an apprentice, she pushes herself hard during training, taking as much of her mentors words in stride as she can. she doesn't fool around when in training, focusing all of her attention on her mentor and what they are trying to teach her. even outside of her training, she is very straightforward and direct, always cutting right to the point when she speaks. her bullheaded nature can sometimes make her hard to work with at times because she doesn't take feedback and criticism well, and sometimes, fails to move on to new things. she sometime even forgets to ask for help when trapped in dire situations, thinking she can resolve it on her own. however, no cat in thistleclan knows that she can't take care of herself. in the three moons since being apprenticed, she has learned to open up slightly, but still remain closed off as ever to outside influences.
━ starsign aries
━ likes : spending time with her sister, hunting, exercise, wrestling, a productive day, rabbit meat, a meaningful debate.
━ dislikes : outsiders, getting wet or dirty, her father, lazing around, fighting uselessly, her clan, spending time with her sister.

━ kin : shadowheart (mother - deceased) stagflight (father - living) pinepaw (sister - living)
━ orientation : questioning.
━ crush : none yet! *insert name here*
━ mate & kits : far too young! although he would love one in the future.
━ mentor and apprentice(s) : none and none yet.
━ preference : someone equally as bold and fiery as her, witty, kind, eager to learn, loyal to juniperclan, darker pelts, big eyes, long-furred, friends from kithood.

━ history : tawnypaw was once a kind and well-mannered kit, born first in the litter to two juniperclan warriors, shadowheart and stagflight. the second born kit in the litter was pinekit, her younger sister. as far as her kithood went, she had a smaller family than most, composed of just her mother and her sister. she had no father as far as she was told, which bothered the young kit to an extent. in essence, it was frustrating to see the other kits with their families, while she only had two cats to cling to. like all queens, shadowheart regaled her children with grand tales of juniperclan's past glories. both tawnykit and her sister enjoyed them considerably, but strangely when it came to talking about froststar (and about her father) her mother dodged the question, only responding very vaguely to her daughter's questions. it was almost as if her mother was ashamed of who her father was. whenever her mother did speak of their father, it was with a remarkably hostile tone. so, whoever her father was, he was not a very good person. but what did a young kit know? tawnykit harbored no prejudices toward her father at this time, being surrounded by the childish innocence all kits were born with. an innocence that was very quickly disrupted when her mother was killed by a rogue. other warriors of juniperclan, seething with anger, recovered her corpse and brought it back to camp. pinekit was confused at first, and so was tawnykit. why wasn't there mother waking up? and why was the pelt of their mother so torn and bloody? what happened? she managed to overhear two words from the tongues of other warriors. two words that would change her view forever. ''killed...by rogues...so sorry..." rogues. outsiders. killed. her mother had been killed. not by those brutes of pineclan clan. the thought of "she's not coming back" ran through the molly's head as she, along with her young sister, sat vigil for their mother. the molly and her sister was young, but they were old enough to understand what grief meant.
paragraphtawnykit changed from that moment, and perhaps, so did her sister to a lesser degree. she became fiercer, more overbearing and overly protective of her sister, who was the only family that she had left. there was no denying that she felt quite responsible for her younger sister, and the older molly took a more dominant role in the family. what happened with their mother would not happen with the one cat that tawnykit loved more than anything. pinekit stood in her shadow governed by her more submissive nature.
paragraphmore awkwardly, tawnykit found herself being approached by the tom stagflight, who, out of nowhere, introduced himself to be the twin's father. upon hearing the news, tawnykit was swamped by a complex web of emotions. confusion quickly gave way to anger. if he was her father, as he claimed, why wasn't he there to take care of their mother? did he simply not care about them? was it not in his nature to care? just as he was quick to appear, he was quick to disappear, making his 'neglectful' nature all the more apparent to his daughter. a sorry excuse for a father, that was what he was, not caring unless there was absolutely a reason to. soon, the rift between father and daughter grew too large for them to heal it over immediately, and it was there to stay.
paragraphat the age of six moons, tawnykit and pinekit recieved their apprentice names, tawnypaw and pinepaw, as well as their mentors. tawnypaw's mentor was the strict warrior junipershade, a male with a tongue as sharp as his claws. his teaching method was fast paced, and given that the tom had little tolerance for any tomfoolery, he forced tawnypaw to grow up, and fast. yes, junipershade's gotten into his fair share of fights with the young apprentice, but tawnypaw respected him much more than her father. he pushed her hard and she grew to enjoy the challenges. her relationship with her sister remained equally close, and there were many times that tawnypaw has extended her paw for extra help in training to her younger sister.
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━ theme song : panic! at the disco - don't threaten me with a good time
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[Euthymios]

━ name : shiverthorn
━shiver; for his wintry white coat
━thorn; for his stony, sharp-tongued personality
━ age twenty three mns
━ gender ♂, cismale, tomcat
━ rank warrior
━ clan pineclan

━ physiology shiverthorn is a lean pure-white tom with deep copper eyes.
━ scent pine sap and rain

━ psychology shiverthorn is . . . tenacious, silver-tongued, honest, dutiful, loyal, sympathetic, persuasive ; moody, suspicious, sharp-tongued, cynical, skeptical, manipulative, insecure, a loner.
shiverthorn is complex, that's for sure. many clan-mates have compared him to a crab or a turtle at one time or another, and frankly, there is no better description. not because of a lack of speed, but because of the shell. while on the outside, this tom - like most aristocrats - has built up a thick wall towards the outside world. there is a very fine difference between who he is on the outside and who he is on the inside. he has a clear sense of duty, willing to go and get everything done. its no surprise, then that this cat is somewhat of an workaholic. he will simply plow ahead and get the job done with finesse without waiting if the situation calls for it. additionally, he is known for having a way with words. a natural public speaker, his words are surprisingly heartfelt and strong. there is always some thought going into his words, a pause for consideration, a keen ear and eye. he knows how to start a conversation and how to keep a cat engaged. ironically, shiverthorn has a tongue as silver as a snake's, and equally as persuasive. this gift can go two ways; the more benevolent diplomacy and the more negative manipulation. as of late, shiverthorn has put his silver tongue to ample use, whether it is to get a cat to do his bidding, or to get them to look the other way. and there is no denying that there is something hypnotic about his deep copper eyes. the white tom is highly perceptive of feelings, as he is very emotional himself. the slightest nuances are always noted, even if he doesn't say so right away. a highly sentimental, sensitive, and intuitive, yet earnest tom, shiverthorn will go to surprising lengths to ensure the wellbeing of his loved ones. he is a family cat for sure, despite being overly subtle and shy. he is given to moments of pining, as he subconciously expects the love and care he gives to others to be reciprocated. there are many moments where shiverthorn appears to be wearing his heart on his sleeve. he is extremely dedicated to those he holds close, and is ready to make many unhealthy compromises only to keep their image of a family going. he's the hopeless romantic in the story, the sappy lover, but it must be considered that the shadows of his past cling uncannily to his pelt. his world-view is not as bright as most cats would assume, and it seems to be trapped in an eternal twilight. his pessimism descends even to the darker aspects of cynicism. on top of that, he hates to feel vulnerable, retreating into his shell at the slightest of sign of strife.
━ starsign : cancer
━ likes : being with his select friends, creative projects, relaxing near or in water, a good meal, peace, having a good laugh, all types of weather.
━ dislikes : strangers, rogues, excessive prying into his personal life, worms, getting dirty.

━ orientation : homoromantic/homosexual
━ crush : none yet *insert name here*
━ mate & kits : none yet *insert name here*
━ mentor and apprentice(s) : shiverthorn was mentored by acaciafrost, and formerly badgerclaw. acaciafrost was a rather closed off pineclan warrior who, despite being a good teacher, pretty much gave his apprentice the cold shoulder. he wanted shiverthorn to figure things out on his own. perhaps that is what caused the tom to become so closed off today. the white tom's apprenticehood with badgerclaw ended on terrible terms, as his mentor was publicly relieved of his teaching duties and his place in the clan after a furious outburst in front of clan leader and deputy. having only recently graduated from his apprenticehood, he cannot take on an apprentice and frankly, doesn't want one. *insert name here*
━ preference : kind, loving, understanding, faithful, someone who's willing to stick around, someone stronger than he is, bright coat colors - calico or tortoiseshell, someone to bring him out of his shell.

━ history : shiverkit was born to a powerful pineclan queen named cloudstream and the equally as respected warrior lionstride. born the only child in the litter, shiverkit was given the full attention of both his parents, which unfortunately led to him feeling that they were too overbearing. they wanted to make a true gentlemen, a fine male, out of their son, and well, they did. it went without saying that they wanted him to be as fine of a warrior as they were. he was not nearly as adventurous as other kits, sticking close to the nursery with his parents. he didn't tussle and playfight as often, although he still had his fair share of roughing up. it wasn't very hard for the white tom to make friends, after all. nevertheless, there was no denying that his parents did love him very much, even if they were quite overprotective.
paragraphwhen it came time for him to receive his mentor, shiverpaw was assigned to badgerclaw. and that was where the trouble started. while on the outside badgerclaw was collected and cool, that did not extend to the private training sessions. he was condescending, harsh, aggressive and demanding. he constantly pushed the white tom too hard for his own good, and was not lenient with his criticism. in addition, shiverpaw developed a fiery rivalry with a different pineclan apprentice; thistlepaw. the two apprentices could often be seen arguing with each other and butting heads. thistlepaw's comments were just as scathing as badgerclaw's, which only made training harder. truth be told, while the white tom did indeed find badgerclaw's anger to be a little excessive, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the burly tom. maybe it was just him. the breaking point came when shiverpaw was going to attempt his final assessment along with the other apprentices in his class. perhaps it was shiverpaw's nerves getting the better of him or it was the fact that he was truly not ready, but he failed in a rather embarrassing manner. not only was this disappointing for him, but it was worse so for badgerclaw, who was simply furious. so much so that he launched into a tirade full of verbal disparagement right in front of the leader and the deputy. even thistlepaw was taken aback. at that point, all shiverpaw wanted to do was run through the thorn barrier, denounce his clan, and leave his foxhearted mentor behind. after all, how was he supposed to grow if his mentor never, ever, saw how hard shiverpaw was trying? how would he become a warrior. when he opened his eyes however, he was shocked to see not only badgerclaw being relieved of his teaching duties, but him being reassigned to the senior warrior acaciafrost. all this time, he had never realized that it was his mentor at fault, not him. he hadn't been in the wrong. training under acaciafrost was decidedly different from training under badgerclaw. while badgerclaw was harsh and demanding, constantly scaring shiverpaw half to death, acaciafrost was cold and distant. he left shiverpaw to figure out issues on his own, thinking that that was the only way to allow the warrior to grow up stronger. nonetheless the feedback that he gave shiverpaw was very helpful, and under the senior warrior's practiced eye, shiverpaw grew into a fine, self-sufficient tom who could hold his own relatively well without relying on others.
paragraphunfortunately, the combination of badgerclaw's harsh tutelage and acaciafrost's cold shoulder left a lasting impact on shiverpaw forever. it had taken away his kit-like innocence, leaving him more somber and serious. he began to snap and nip at the smallest of things, pushing himself into his duties as a way to cope. he passed his assessment with flying colors at thirteen moons old, much to acaciafrost's pride. he was given the warrior name shiverthorn, for his sarcastic and snappy demeanor. he may stick out like a sore thumb when compared with his peers, but the white tom keeps the best interests of the clan at heart.

━ theme song : not a love song by bülow
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[Euthymios]

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━ name : venus
━venus; ancient roman goddess of love and beauty.
━ age thirty-four mns
━ gender ♀, cisfemale, she-cat
━ rank rogue.
━ physiology venus is an elegant calico molly with honey colored eyes.
while most of venus's charm comes from her words, the other part comes from her looks. most of her fur is black with ginger, tan and russet splotches. the ginger patterns almost look like stripes in some parts and clouded patches in others. her legs are mostly black, with tan and cream patches near her feet and white paws. there is a white patch on her chest that extends to loop around her maw like a muzzle. her maw is black on the left and ginger on the right, resembling a mustache. venus considers herself to be the epitome of feminine beauty, and can often be seen grooming herself in order to keep it that way. the only blemish that can be found are some faded scars on her left flank. from either side of her face protrude long, needle-thin whiskers. her fur is soft and silky to the touch.
━ scent venus has a fragrance of mint and pomegranate.

━ psychology venus is . . . versatile, cunning, sophisticated, flirtatious, sharp-witted, humorous, unabashed, elegant, caring, optimistic, strategic, patient, persuasive ; self-indulgent, fickle, self-centered, vain, flighty, highly manipulative, lazy, shallow, sardonic, spoiled, dishonest.
venus is a girl of class and charm, and being around her, it's quite difficult to forget it. the way she carries herself speaks of good breeding and teachings, and her big eyes create wonders in your mind. even before she became situated to a life of con and independent pleasures, she was good with words, a natural with rhetoric. she is a cat of delicate sensibilities, but as far as casual conversation is concerned, she isn't one for polite prattle, and tends to be very direct and to-the-point. nonetheless, venus is cunning and clever, pulling the strings behind every scene like a puppeteer. her words are made all the more entertaining by her use of classic sarcasm. venus, true to her name, is an incorrigible flirt. she loves the life of courting, almost more than her independence and freedom. but not more. for that reason, there is absolutely no commitment of any kind to her various partners. she'll be there one night and gone the next. she won't even bat an eye a tom's way unless there is something in it for her. this is a molly who is unafraid of backstab and white lies, viewing them more as tragic necessities. venus is shallow and vain, seeing very little of a cat except what they can offer her. she is highly obsessive of her image, and is obsessively, calculatingly mulling over this fact all the time; to the point where others seem to be distant beings of another world altogether.
━ starsign : gemini
━ likes : beautiful toms/mollies, courting, moderate temperatures, freedom, a life without chains, catching birds, feathers, the simple pleasures of life, teasing, flirting, stargazing, getting what she wants, sunbathing, cuddling.
━ dislikes : clingy cats, feeling weighed down, whining, hot temperatures, being disturbed, any cat who steals from her, arrogant cats, leaf-bare, being denied, rude words.

━ orientation : venus is biromantic/bisexual
━ crush : venus is not one to settle down with any cat for long, just enough for a fun ride. as long as you're beautiful, congrats she's attracted to you. she doesn't care whether you have a mate or not, she'll make you fall for her either way. despite spending very little time with her mother, she's learned a lot from the older molly.
━ mate & kits : venus is a molly who, using her silver tongue, has had numerous love affairs and mothered dozens of kits, none of which still remain with her to this day. most of them are kicked out as soon as they are able to catch prey for themselves. should any of them endear themselves to be especially useful, they stay. she doesn't bat an eye at the trail of broken hearts and motherless kits that have been dumped on their fathers or their clans.
━ preference : no preference whatsoever. as long as it's someone whom she can charm and pull into her amorous games, she'll go for. she finds herself particularly attracted to those who try to resist her charms, thinking it an interesting challenge.

━ history : venus has been on her own for practically her entire life • she split off from her mother when she was eleven moons old, having been evicted from the nest. • was actually born in a litter of four, but only she survived; the other kits were stillborn. it was leafbare after all. • she has learned a lot from her mother, from whom she gets her coquettish behavior and unabashed nature. • venus can take care of herself fine. • she enjoys her freedom, and is constantly on the move by daytime, only returning to her den by nighttime to sleep. • venus has had more affairs than she can possibly count, and as of right now, she doesn't quite want to stop. she wants to meet and mate with as many toms as possible. it's a hedonistic lifestyle but its her lifestyle. • when the kits are born, she raises them only until they are weaned before dumping them on their fathers/clan and moving on without shame. • doesn't know who her father is, nor the location of her numerous half-siblings. • is actually on decent terms with the two clans, aiding clan cats in need in exchange for debts and favors. 'just remember, you owe me now' she smiles before sending them cheerily out the door. • like most rogues, she has no connection to starclan and finds the idea ludicrous. • despite wanting to remain clean and dainty, when push comes to shove, venus is an agile, scrappy, and quick-witted fighter. her bite is just as bad as her bark. • favorite food include fish and various birds. she decorates her den and nest with multicolored feathers. • remarkably drawn to aesthetics.

━ voice : angelina jolie
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