Δ . 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 ‣ 𝚍&𝚏

[whispersome]

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──── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ───

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲
i. Rookkit, Rookpaw, Rookleap
ii. 13 moons iii. Apprentice
iv. Molly, she/they v. Lesbian
vi. Niece to Blackstar vii. Open
for crush
─── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ────
A small black-and-white cat
with ragged fur and sharp
yellow eyes.
─────── 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫
𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 ──────────
Strength | ✦✦✦✧✧
Speed | ✦✦✦✦✧
Endurance | ✦✦✦✧✧
Intelligence | ✦✦✧✧✧
Charisma | ✦✦✧✧✧
Combat | ✦✦✦✧✧
Hunting | ✦✦✦✧✧
Stealth | ✦✦✧✧✧
Medicine | ✦✧✧✧✧
─────── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞
𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 ───────

Born some miles away from former SageClan territory, Rookpaw is by birth a rogue, the only surviving kit of Blackstar’s older brother Oak and his—also now deceased—mate Tigerlily. Given the difficulty of their living circumstances, she was taken to SageClan. Despite, or perhaps because of, these tumultuous first few moons of life, Rookpaw emerged feisty and active. It became clear early on that what Rookpaw wanted, she expected to get. In some cases, this worked out—at her insistence, for one, her father stuck around the clan for several moons even when Rookpaw was placed into the care of a nursing queen—but in some, this did not—as soon as she became an apprentice, her father took up his former lifestyle once more.

Though Rookpaw had always had a bite to her, her father’s absence further sharpened her attitude and claws. Temperamental and blunt from birth, these tendencies have only intensified with age. She is quick to anger and doesn’t quite know the meaning of picking one’s battles; though she won’t physically attack unless provoked into it, her words are just as viable a weapon as anything physical. If properly managed, this temper could be better utilized, but now, Rookpaw is too overwhelmed by it to do anything but lash out. After her outbursts often comes remorse, but it feels too much like giving up to admit to this. Beneath this harshness, Rookpaw really just strives to prove herself—she wants desperately to rise above her background and capture the attention of the entire clan, especially her uncle. In pursuit of this goal, she can be obstinate and rash, often pushing herself beyond what is expected or asked of her. Any hard work she performs, however, is mostly on behalf of self-motivation and spite rather than any sort of orders.

Between her poor listening skills, limited obedience, temper, and recklessness, Rookpaw has made for quite the chaotic apprentice. It had come into question even before the rockslide whether she would be able to become a warrior on time, if at all. While her irritable nature and attention-seeking behavior are just as prominent now as they were several moons ago, it seems that the scare has toned things down to some extent; she now awaits her warrior ceremony with great anticipation. It remains to be seen whether age and experience will continue to temper her personality.

[whispersome]

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲
─────── 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞 ───────
i. Batkit, Batpaw, Batflight
ii. 33 moons iii. Warrior iv. Tom,
he/him v. Bi vi. Open for younger
half-siblings vii. Open for crush
or mate
──── 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ────
An average-sized, fluffy brown
tabby with tufted ears and
green eyes.
── 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ──
Strength | ✦✦✦✧✧
Speed | ✦✦✧✧✧
Endurance | ✦✦✧✧✧
Intelligence | ✦✦✦✦✧
Charisma | ✦✦✦✦✧
Combat | ✦✦✧✧✧
Hunting | ✦✦✦✧✧
Stealth | ✦✦✧✧✧
Medicine | ✦✦✧✧✧
────── 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 ─────

A gentle giant of a cat, imposing in stature but warm and welcoming in personality, Batflight is a loyal, dedicated warrior whose heart of gold shines through in his every action. Powerful but mindful, he’s keenly aware of when to focus on his duties and when to relax. Curiosity drove his earliest moons as well, with much of his time in youth spent asking warriors a flood of “why?” questions and visiting the medicine den to learn from the medicine cat. Though his soft-spoken voice and conscious bearing would indicate shyness, Batflight is anything but; his friendly, outgoing presence makes up for his meek front. He cares deeply for his clanmates—or at least most of them—and dislikes conflict, with his unwillingness to engage with unresolved tension bordering on avoidance. While he isn’t quite a doormat, he is very inclined to please others by any means possible. His coldness and outright distrust are difficult to earn and only marginally easier to lose.

Since birth, Batflight has been family-oriented and open-hearted. From looking after his more impulsive and severe brother—who left the clan moons ago and hasn’t been seen since—as a kit to caring for his younger half-sisters and the other apprentices and kits of the clan in adulthood, he has long exhibited a nurturing nature. Someday he dreams on settling down, but at the moment Batflight is more than happy to simply help those around him. Platonically and romantically alike, he has a lot of love and affection in his heart to give. Should anyone ask for help, he’s always willing to lend it—and sometimes will even when they haven’t asked.

With this tendency, Batflight runs the risk of spreading himself too thin to end up helping anyone in the end. He can also be fairly myopic when it comes to his own needs, which are set aside for the good of the many. The laughter and compassion he extends to other cats, in a way, are a method he uses to distract from his own loneliness and negative feelings, and he only doubles down when it doesn’t work. Batflight prides himself on doing the best he can to support his clan and the cats within it, but he still often worries that he’s not doing enough. His insecurities and baggage have been kept tucked away for a long time, but perhaps some are on their way of tumbling down.

[whispersome]

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── 𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧
𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ─────────────

─── 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ──
i. Scorchkit, Scorchpaw, Scorch-
strike ii. 51 moons iii. Warrior
iv. Molly, she/her v. Bi, female
lean vi. Sister to Foxbite
vii. Open for crush or mate
── 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 ──
A large calico with coarse fur
and golden eyes.
𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡
Strength | ✦✦✦✧✧
Speed | ✦✦✦✧✧
Endurance | ✦✦✦✦✧
Intelligence | ✦✦✦✧✧
Charisma | ✦✦✦✧✧
Combat | ✦✦✦✦✧
Hunting | ✦✦✦✧✧
Stealth | ✦✦✦✧✧
Medicine | ✦✧✧✧✧
─ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢'𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞𝐬
𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 ────────────

Fitting of her name, Scorchstrike considers herself something of a trailblazer. Adventurous, bold, and ambitious, she is a fierce and diligent warrior whose strength and hardiness have kept her going for dozens of moons. Out of these, her endurance is particularly notable; giving up is not in Scorchstrike’s nature, and she’s satisfied to succeed simply by outlasting someone else. Though she prioritizes working smart rather than hard most of the time, she’s far from immune to the latter. Her primarily self-motivated energy can seem boundless at times, and she takes her responsibilities very seriously—as well as everyone else’s, often coming down strictly on those who fail to fulfill theirs or perform them in a manner she regards as inefficient.

Impulse control isn’t one of Scorchstrike’s strengths—by contrast, she’s very much lacking in it. Her headstrong tendencies can help her as much as they get her in trouble; she isn’t known to often look before she leaps. One incident when she was a kit, a near-drowning when she strayed too close to the river and had to be rescued by an older warrior, resulted in a lifelong fear of deep water—strong enough that she will rarely eat fish due to that association—but this is one of Scorchstrike’s few solid limits. Otherwise, she takes the word “impossible” as a challenge: The more the odds are weighed against her, the more likely she is to take an interest. Driven, passionate personalities similar to hers, too, tend to compel her, so double trouble dynamics are bound to come of friendships and romantic relationships alike. The combination of her and her twin brother Foxbite as apprentices certainly made some grimace, and it might even now.

On an interpersonal level, Scorchstrike tends to draw others in and put them off in equal measure. She is dependable and attentive but tends not to play well with others, often sparking arguments and outright fights, a habit stemming from her days as a kit. Relentless and confident, Scorchstrike has had her eyes on higher positions for many moons; but outlasting others is simply part of her creed, so she doesn’t mind falling into a supportive role as just another part of the clan for the time being. Age has only slightly mellowed her, and it’s clear she’ll have a quick temper and reckless nature into old age.

[whispersome]

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──────── 𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐲 ────────

── 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲 ──
i. Foxkit, Foxpaw, Foxbite
ii. 51 moons iii. Warrior iv. Tom,
he/him v. Hetero vi. Brother to
Scorchstrike, open for kits
vii. Open for crush or mate
─ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ──
A large orange tabby with warm
golden eyes. Walks with a heavy
limp on his right side.
────── 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐬 ──────
Strength | ✦✦✦✦✧
Speed | ✦✦✦✧✧
Endurance | ✦✦✦✧✧
Intelligence | ✦✦✧✧✧
Charisma | ✦✦✦✦✧
Combat | ✦✦✧✧✧
Hunting | ✦✦✦✧✧
Stealth | ✦✦✧✧✧
Medicine | ✦✧✧✧✧
─── 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 ────

If any cat’s personality could be described as magnetic, it would certainly be Foxbite’s. Like his sister, he’s headstrong, confident, impulsive, and bold, but that is roughly where the similarities end. Where Scorchstrike relies upon diligence and wit, brute force and charm are Foxbite’s priorities. His ostentatious sense of self-assurance borders on vanity. This conceit isn’t necessarily strongly backed by actual accomplishments, either—he can put in effort if pushed but at his core is fairly lazy, preferring sleeping and basking in the sun to working hard, and he lacks much ambition for his life, even at his age. Charismatic and outgoing, Foxbite loves to be surrounded by others (especially pretty mollies) and basks in any attention he gets, good or bad. He has a flirtatious streak, though his actual luck in long-term romantic pursuits is poor at best. He likes affection and company, but lasting commitment is something Foxbite either dislikes or fears.

In terms of smarts, Foxbite certainly isn’t the brightest around, no matter his social graces. Tactical thinking isn’t in his nature—between this and his lack of impulse control, he’s gotten himself into quite a few scrapes throughout his life. He is skilled in battle and hunting, but only due to his physical strength, and if a fight—including the many between him and Scorchstrike in kithood—comes down to brawn versus brains, Foxbite will land firmly on the former side. Although Foxbite is prone to showing off, he dislikes genuine conflict, and if he thinks he can get away with it, he’ll often flee from real fights. When drama breaks out among others, he’s quick to either fall into a mediatory role—with limited success—or run in the other direction.

His back right leg was severely wounded in the rockslide that destroyed the SageClan camp, an injury that he’s still feeling the effects of now. It has done little to humble him, however, and has even seemed to bolster him further. Since his apprentice days, Foxbite has exaggerated his prideful nature to cover his insecurities, so deep under the bravado now that even he doesn’t acknowledge them, so his hindered physical abilities are now just one more thing he’ll try to bluff over.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨
i. Cherrykit, Cherrypaw, Cherry-
heart ii. 3 moons iii. Kit iv. Molly,
she/her v. Questioning vi. Daughter
to Waspstrike and Flickerblink,
sister to Mothkit
─ 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 ─
A small tortoiseshell with white
patches and bright yellow eyes.
─ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 ─
Strength | ✦✧✧✧✧
Speed | ✦✦✦✧✧
Endurance | ✦✦✧✧✧
Intelligence | ✦✦✧✧✧
Charisma | ✦✦✦✧✧
Combat | ✦✧✧✧✧
Hunting | ✦✧✧✧✧
Stealth | ✦✦✦✧✧
Medicine | ✦✧✧✧✧
── 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 ──

Born to Waspstrike and Flickerblink in the wake of SageClan’s destruction, Cherrykit’s life has been chaotic since even before her birth—it’s little wonder, then, that three moons later she has progressed to her current state of being. Fast-moving and highly energetic, her youthful exuberance seems to know no bounds. She won’t be slowed down by anything, no matter how often she trips over her own paws. Although just as prone to trip over her own words, that doesn’t stop lively Cherrykit either; outgoing and talkative, she’s willing to chat up anyone who will listen. Her heart is very open—and her mouth tends to be as well. Given her age, she’s not especially knowledgeable about a great deal of things, but she does seem to have an innate sense of observation and sensitivity.

However sweet and empathetic Cherrykit is, her charming smile and cheerful bearing cloaks a more mischievous nature. Like many of the current inhabitants of the nursery, Cherrykit can be a menace at times, more than willing to aid in any pranks or general mischief. Though she doesn’t often intend to cause problems, she tends to get wrapped up in it nevertheless; she partially tags along with her denmates’ chaos with the intention of keeping them out of too much trouble… and then gets fully roped into the shenanigans just the same. With her clumsiness, Cherrykit isn’t especially skilled at this rascality, but she enjoys the excitement and sense of belonging. If nothing else, it serves as a reasonable outlet for her energy.

Despite the occasional destruction she engages in, Cherrykit is ultimately fairly diligent and ambitious for her age—just what to be diligent and ambitious about, though, she hasn’t yet decided. She isn’t particularly strong or hardy, and the ideas of power, control, and the strife-filled life of a warrior intimidate her. The medicine den and duties of a medicine cat do seem to draw her, but it’ll be some time yet before Cherrykit’s true strengths and eventual path become clear. In the meantime, she’ll simply dedicate herself to causing whatever mischief she can.

[Fawnie]

res wrenshine

[Fawnie]

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wrenshine is a friendly enough she-cat
that most cats have at least heard of. she isn't
socially awkward, it's just that there is nothing
particularly special about her. it wasn't until one
of the elder's (whom she had spent everyday with)
forgot her name that she realized this. upon this
realization, she made a vow to herself and starclan
that she would try harder for her clanmates to
be a warrior worth having around. however, that
big moment to shine has yet to blow in with the
breeze- or so she keeps telling herself.

⊱ name | wrenshine
⊱ age | 32 moons
⊱ rank | warrior
⊱ gender | she-cat
⊱ crush/mate | open for she-cats and toms
⊱ likes | rainfall, sunning in long grass
exploring, talking, sunrises and stargazing

⊱ dislikes | being stuck in camp, laziness,
the concept of things being taken for granted
⊱ appearance | white base, long soft fur,
blue eyes. small paws with pink pads, small
slender frame. patches of gray with dark stripes.
⊱ smells of wildflowers or whatever patch off
tall grass she's been laying in
⊱ she has a sing-song way of talking,
her two-legs were constantly whistling,
humming and singing
⊱ theme-song | if only you knew - an atlas to follow

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[Fawnie]

res

[nightmyth]

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𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤
𝖯𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖥𝖴𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖠𝖦𝖤
𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪
𝖲𝖤𝖷

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tigersiege
tigerpaw/kit
tigerstar
49 moons
deputy
female

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𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱
𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭
𝖢𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧
𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖤
𝖪𝖨𝖭
𝖪𝖨𝖳𝖲

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female
bisexual
open
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stagfell (brother)
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tigersiege is unusually small for a
maine coon, her dark brown pelt
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shot through with lighter undertones.
she has pale yellow eyes and bears
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❪ aggressive ❫ ─ ❪ loyal ❫ ─ ❪ cunning ❫ ─ ❪ blunt ❫ ─ ❪ dauntless ❫

tigersiege is a force to be reckoned with, a cat whose war cry strikes cold dread into the marrow of her
enemies and dizzying relief to her comrades. intelligence glitters beneath a raptorial yellow gaze that
spares none and sees all, filing information away for use in her endeavors. she's fiercely loyal to her
clan, that you can be sure of -- even when she is snapping at the lazy and scoffing at the weak-willed.
she does her best to rally each soul she pounces upon, but her patience is thin and those who test her
will find themselves losing at a game of her invention. tigersiege is blunt but not loose-tongued; thus,
you can be sure that she means what she says and speaks only what she wants you to hear, though it is
not uncommon for her words to carry more weight than she is letting on. she expresses kindness as
respect and trust is not something you should take lightly with her. betrayal is a cardinal sin to her
and she has no issue with turning the fury normally reserved for outsiders towards the clanmates who
have lost her favor.

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❪ 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 - flaxencomb ❫ ─ ❪ 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 - harrowedhowl ❫

most of the clan saw a leader in tigersiege the moment she stepped outside of the nursery with her
brother, stagfell. this sentiment was only solidified on the day of her assessment, where she discovered
an invading group of rogue cats and held them off single-pawed while her mentor fetched reinforce-
ments. unfortunately, stagfell had fallen victim to the rogues before she found them, and nearly died of
his wounds. since then, tigersiege has been incredibly protective of her brother and harbors a wonderful
hatred of outsiders

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𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤
𝖯𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖥𝖴𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖠𝖦𝖤
𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪
𝖲𝖤𝖷

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stagfell
stagpaw/kit
n/a
warrior
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𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭
𝖢𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧
𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖤
𝖪𝖨𝖭
𝖪𝖨𝖳𝖲

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heteroflexible
none
morningbird
tigersiege (sister)
buckspar, sunsparrow

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stagfell is a brawny pale orange
maine coon tom with apple-green
eyes. like his sister, he carries a
number of scars beneath his thick
fur. as muscular as he is, he is
surprisingly swift and nimble

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❝ - H I S T O R Yxxxxxxx

stagfell has a golden enough presence in
the clan to not be shadowed by his sister's
ferocity. he was fawned over by all the
queens and did his fair share of flirting
as an apprentice. on the day of his
assessment, he was ambushed by a trio
of rogues but put up a good fight before
they overcame him, earning him the
suffix of "fell" to honor how much it
takes to get him down. his lifelong crush,
morningbird, became his mate during his
recovery, and when their kits were born,
stagfell knew he would put everything he
had into become a father they would be
proud of.

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❪ humble ❫ ─ ❪ friendly ❫ ─ ❪ dutiful ❫ ─ ❪ loyal ❫ ─ ❪ optimistic ❫

at first glance, stagfell's firm gaze and powerful stance makes him seem cross and unapproachable --
and it doesn't help that his sister is the mighty tigersiege. this tom, however, is far from ugly (both
inside and out) and radiates warmth and geniality. he is cautious and wise, preferring to take things one
step at a time with unwavering optimism and faith in the fact that something can always be better. this
tom is known to be comforting to the soul in the way that his littermate is comforting to the spirit. as
shrewd as he is, actions speak louder than words to stagfell and he has always striven to be honorable
and dependable. he doesn't believe in lies and deception, thus making him honest and sincere, never one
to shy away from the truth; instead, he faces the facts of a bad situation and moves on with no cat left
behind. stagfell loves his clan for what it is, not because its rivalry with outsiders tells him to. he can be
fierce when he wants, but most of the time he doesn't particularly enjoy bloodshed or conflict.

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𝗀𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍
𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗅
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋, 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍
𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. ”

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❝ - 𝘽 𝘼 𝙎 𝙄 𝘾 𝙎
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𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤
𝖯𝖠𝖲𝖳 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖥𝖴𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖤 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤(𝖲)
𝖠𝖦𝖤
𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖪
𝖲𝖤𝖷

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buckspar
buckpaw/kit
n/a
19 moons
warrior
male

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𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱
𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭
𝖢𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧
𝖬𝖠𝖳𝖤
𝖪𝖨𝖭
𝖪𝖨𝖳𝖲

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male
bicurious
open
none
sunsparrow (brother), tigersiege (aunt)
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❝ - 𝙀 𝙏 𝘾 𝙀 𝙏 𝙀 𝙍 𝘼xxxxxxx

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buckspar is a large, medium-furred
white tom with ginger tabby patches
and pale blue-green eyes. he is a
young cat not quite marred by the
life of a warrior, but his readiness
to defend his clan promises a scar
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𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ★★★★★★★★★★
𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 ★★★★★★★★★★
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𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 ★★★★★★★★★★
𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 ★★★★★★★★★★
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𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ★★★★★★★★★★

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❪ noble ❫ ─ ❪ naive ❫ ─ ❪ charming ❫ ─ ❪ impulsive ❫ ─ ❪ indecisive ❫

buckspar has the warmth and friendliness of his father, but it is often attributed more to his youth
and naïveté than any sort of calm wisdom his sire radiates. this tom often faces the conundrum of not
wanting to grow up, yet practicing an inherited nobility that he hopes will earn him the respect of his
clan. constantly pulled one way or the other, buckspar is endearing yet hesitant; quick to act but never
quite sure of the decisions he hurls himself into. as a result, he tends to make a lot of mistakes and
carries his shame like a tangled burr in his pelt until the time comes when he is ready to face it. he has
always been known as a kind cat who is thoughtful of others, but he tends not to be able to reign in his
emotions very well, making it easy to see when something has brought him down. often, his clanmates
grow annoyed with how readily he wallows in his griefs, as it usually takes some other cat to make him
realize the kind of state he is in. regardless, buckspar strives to put his best foot forward and do all he
can for his clan, even if his future in it gives him anxiety from time to time.

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❪ 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 - morningbird ❫ ─ ❪ 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 - stagfell ❫

buckspar has always been closest to his mother, despite taking after his father so well; in fact, it is for
that reason that buckspar has often found himself distant from stagfell, as he doesn't enjoy feeling like
he needs to live up to his father's name. he's always been afraid of his progression as a warrior because
of this, as he is unsure of who he is and tends to try to force the relentless pursuit of time to stand still
so that he can gather his bearings. morningbird had always been patient with him, always there to
defend him when his mentor and denmates accused him of being lazy or timid. her death has not
been easy on buckspar, and he dares not try to show his need for comfort to his father.

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