The BasicsTsk, my name is Thistleheart. I'm a 32 moon old she-cat who knows how to mind her own business
RankWarrior, she doesn't have much interested in being deputy or leading the clan
Orientation/InterestsSingle and likely too stubborn to admit she had feelings for another cat. The idea of having a mate doesn't bother her to benefit the clan, but the idea of romance makes her stomach turn. Tom or she-cat, the last thing she wants to is to have some cat nuzzling up in her nest every night.
PersonalityThistleheart is as her name implies; prickly and unpleasant. Her ideas of independence, strength and capability all reflect on her own self value. She's strict by nature, driven towards the goals she sets for herself and unbothered by the opinions of others. Most cats find her abrasive and unkind, too focused and in her own head to really consider the feelings of others. She isn't the kind of cat that approaches you to ask how your day was or to make other forms of small talk; she often gets a bit awkward and uncomfortable when cats are nice to her.
Under the abrasion, she's fairly under-socialized and doesn't understand other cats very well. Since she isn't really in the mindset to ask, if she does something to upset someone, it's often shrugged off. The idea of cats falling in love and relying on someone else's help seems too silly to be real. With her outlook and independent nature, she struggles greatly when trying to ask for help.
HistoryBorn to two warriors, Thistleheart was raised with the promise of being a great warrior. Her parents decided to have a litter during a time when kits weren't coming into the clan regularly and wanted to assure the future of Valleyclan. The litter was three kits, two toms and herself. Some of her earliest memories included lingering in the apprentice den or sunbathing with the elders while her parents were gone on patrols. Since her parents weren't in love nor dedicated to the idea of a family, the three kits were left with others to watch over them most of the day.
Even before her six moons came around, they spent a lot of time training and playing hunting games with the apprentices. Changing out bedding, eavesdropping on the medicine cats, really getting a feeling for what clan life was going to be like. Her mentor was strict, but fair on her. She found passion in fighting as well as spying for information. There were several nights she and her mentor crouched in the brush to keep an eye on twoleg activity to keep the clan safe and informed. Her sense of responsibility was only heightened by their encouragement and praise, turning her into the warrior she is today.
The Basics
Hello! I'm Heatherpaw, a 10 moon old she-cat (Future name: Heathersong)
Rank
I'm only an apprentice, for now
Orientation/Interests
She isn't sure how she feels about romance yet, but she feels like she could love just about anyone who loves her. Currently, Heatherpaw is trying to focus on her training rather than who she likes. She looks up to her fellow apprentices with kindness.
Personality
Young, but not naïve to the cruelty of clan life, Heatherpaw does her best to be kind, warm and friendly with other cats in her life. She know she can't make everyone happy, but her heart pulls her to try anyway if she can. A genuinely sweet she-cat overall with a strong sense of empathy and compassion for others. While being hyper aware of others can be a good thing, sometimes she finds herself overwhelmed with the ideas of what could happen if she says or does the wrong thing. She has a deep fear of hurting or disappointing others and takes it a bit too personally at times.
Her sense of humour varies depending on the cat she's with, occasionally too on edge she might upset someone if she laughs. Heatherpaw has a gentle approach to others and a patient mindset, wanting to be the cat her clan can go to when they're struggling and be those ears when a cat needs to vent. The thought of being a warrior someday soon intimidates her, but she keeps her worries to herself mostly.
History
Heatherpaw's parents were young when she was born; just herself and her brother in the litter. They spent a lot of time together, even after the two of them became apprentices. Her happy upbringing and relations ended about two moons ago when they got too close to the lake and their patrol was separated. She can recall the sound of barking dogs, but no memory of her family. No bodies were found, but both her parents her brother have been missing ever since. She doesn’t talk about it much, not wanting to rekindle any hope in her mind that they might return.
The Basics
Names Dandelion, I’m a tom and I think in your language I’m 41 moons old or so.
Rank
Loner, used to be a kittypet back in the day but my twolegs are long gone now. I mostly just linger around the empty dens now.
Orientation/Interests
Pansexual, but he hasn’t really met anyone he’s interested in yet. He’d to have kits someday, but only if he was confident he could feed them.
Personality
Dandelion is a laid-back and friendly kind of cat, he doesn’t tend to pick fights with others. He spends a bit more time alone than he’d prefer, but he doesn’t find the isolation of the mountainside to be too bothersome. He has some sense of adventure left over from his youthful years, but he does his best to respect the clan standards and keep out of their way. In the right company, he can be playful, funny, and quite engaging with others. He has a love for history and stories so much so that he makes up his own legends. His creative mind and crazy imagination always wander further than his paws ever will.
History
Dandelion was brought to the forest as a kittypet. His housefolk enjoyed spending time outdoors, and often included him in their adventures. He can’t remember clearly if he wandered off, or if his housefolk happen to disappear, but one way or another, he was left behind. Dandelion is able to take care of himself between hunting and picking through twoleg scraps when the time of year is right. Despite cats making fun of his name back at his old nest, he still refuses to change it.