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[Rosemary.]

{Once I get all the mentors and the apprentices assigned we can start. It's almost done too, so we could start right now if you'd like. Just take note of the time and weather marked on the front page. Right now, all the cats of LeafClan would be waking up.}

[powder101]

Can you start us off 12web?

[Guest]

Wildflower

Name: Wildflower

Gender: Female

Age (In moons): 14

Pic: Wildflower is a sleek, unusually golden-spotted, dappled, tabby she-cat with amber eyes, patchy fur, and a long, winding tail (to sum it up shortly). However, this is a more detailed description than the illustration above and left can provide. Wildflower is a curvaceous golden tabby she-cat whose stripes are only faintly visible under her prominently dappled coat (Twolegs would refer to her as a Bengal cat). Her fur is bizarrely soft, a bit like goose's feathers. Her legs are long and muscular, powering her through swift running and difficult swimming. Her eyes are a fiery amber. Her muzzle, chest, and underbelly are paler than the rest of her fur. Wildflower is lean and muscular; her tail is medium-sized, sweeping, and feathery. Her paws are small, but not necessarily delicate: they hide wickedly sharp claws. She is not broad shouldered; in fact, her shoulders are the only seemingly tiny, fragile part of her. The scar on Wildflower's upper right shoulder is from a fight with a fox, and so is the one underneath it. The scar on her lower right front leg is from getting caught in a rabbit noose. The blemish on her left shoulder is from a fight with another rogue cat. The scar on her back came from a weasel. The scars on her hindquarters are from the various thorns that she got tangled up in upon her arrival to LeafClan territory. The scars on her tail are from a dog she narrowly escaped. Wildflower is only self-conscious about her scars. She wakes up at dawn and attempts to groom her fur so that it covers them, but instead her pelt sticks out in a patchy way, calling attention to the pale red reminders of her past.

Rank: Medicine Cat

Personality: Wildflower is prickly and sarcastic. She has thick skin and can return insults just as fast as she receives them. Wildflower isn't a bad cat and never was. She's just uncomfortable around other cats, especially toms. But when she's with her friends, you can see a soft side. Wildflower can be very funny and witty, but when she gets angry cats shy away from her. She has secret, hidden dreams, but never thought she was going to be made deputy until it happened. However, she hides these goals and wishes underneath a hard, scarred exterior. Wildflower does not mean to hurt cats when she fires off an insult, and promptly has trouble apologizing. She doesn't "call it like she sees it." She isn't mean purposefully; she just assumes that every cat has the same thick skin as she does. Wildflower has issues controlling her verbal filter; she hates feeling guilty when she hurts another cat's feelings. Wildflower is fierce and will stand up for what she believes in, even if she is punished for it severely. She is stubborn and impatient. She has trouble living in the moment. It is hard to become friends with Wildflower because she appears so cold and standoffish; however, she warms up to other cats eventually. Wildflower sometimes pretends she doesn't correctly interpret other cats' feelings towards her, or the body language they present. Although she is tough on the outside, she has been known to show a fondness for elders and apprentices. However, she is uncomfortable around toms, kits, and queens, possibly because of the lack of parental figures in her life, and the fact that she had to grow up so fast. She is cryptic when it comes to displaying her feelings, and usually has a guarded or indifferent look in her eyes. Wildflower is like an open book when she is angry, frustrated, hungry, thirsty, or amused. Her other emotions are harder to read.

Crush/Mate:

Brief History: Wildflower was born to a rogue mother in a city. She does not know who her father is, and her only memories of her mother are the scent of milk on cream fur, rain, and a cold alley. After she was weaned off of her milk, eyes barely opened, she was abandoned there and had to learn to live on her own. Eventually, Wildflower made her way to a Twoleg nest on the outskirts of the city where she was given scraps and milk. She did not live with the Twolegs and the food was provided by the Twoleg kits, who called her "Baby". She thought that this was her real name. "Baby" was eventually chased away by the Twoleg kits' mother, who threw a large metal pot at Wildflower, who never returned and set off on the run to find a new home. She heard rumors of a group of cats who supported each other and lived in the same place, but not near any Twolegs. Wildflower chose a different name for herself after returning to the city and getting into many fights with other cats. She called herself "Wild". After a few moons, she left the Twolegplace and journeyed for about half a moon to reach LeafClan territory, where she was accepted into the Clan as if she were one of their own.

Other:

Milkfeather

Name: Milkfeather

Gender: Female

Age (In moons): 20

Pic: Milkfeather is a graceful, creamy brown she-cat with brilliant green eyes. She is a shorthaired cat. Her legs are corded with lean muscle, and her paw pads are calloused from being constantly on the move. Milkfeather's eyes are an emerald color, and an unusual one at that. Her fur is a creamy ecru color, and is soft to the touch. She was named Milkkit because of this pale color. She doesn't have any scars yet, since she's usually one to pick battles she can win. She has long, thorn-sharp claws and a chipped canine tooth after a fall onto a rock as a kit.

Rank: Warrior

Personality: Milkfeather is outgoing, quick with a comeback, funny, and whip-smart. She thinks on her feet and seems to have a solution for every crisis (except her own). She is very stubborn and tends to procrastinate on some things. However, when she makes promises, she keeps them. Whatever a cat has asked for is something she'll follow through with—even if there's a slight delay. Milkfeather is warmhearted. She lets others in and is an open book, never seen with a guarded or mistrustful expression on her face. She is worried that she gets taken advantage of sometimes, but even then she bounces back. She is a sensible, wise warrior. Milkfeather thinks before she acts or speaks, which may make her seem a bit shy and quiet, but when you get to know her you may be laughing all the time. She has a spectacular sense of humor and her sarcastic, random wit is how she makes friends.

Crush/Mate: Miststripe

Brief History: Milkfeather was born in LeafClan. Her mother was Graytail, a fairly average warrior who'd had an affair with a much-hated rogue. Milkfeather's mother left the Clan when she was young, leaving Milkfeather to be raised by the cats you see today.

Other:

Duskwater

Name: Nightwater

Gender: Female

Age (In moons): 12

Pic: -

Rank: Warrior

Personality: Nightwater is fun, bouncy, and a bit odd. She's crazy, whacky, and loves kits. Nightwater is the she-cat people want to be friends with because she's such a silly goofball.

Crush/Mate:

Brief History: Same as Oakclaw's.

Other:

[Rosemary.]

{Alright. Miststripe seems to have slept in, so it's just Pinestar right now. }

Pinestar
Amber eyes stared up at the sky. The tortoiseshell she-cat sat outside her den, watching the dark clouds as a slight breeze ruffled her fur. It looks like it's going to rain. Pinestar had gotten up early, she wanted to go out into the forest, but she then decided against it. The gray sky loomed over her as the she-cat padded over to the log resting in the middle of the camp. Unsheathing her claws, Pinestar tore a piece of rotten bark from the old fallen tree. She dropped the piece of wood from her paws and glanced around the camp. A green oak leaf fluttered by on the wind, the she-cat turned to watch it fall to the ground.

{Oh, and for ✿ Bellαtɾix ♥, your form is accepted.}

[Guest]

{{Edited the form.}}

[powder101]

Across the clearing, a pair of young, river blue eyes stared shyly at her leader. "When will I get to train..." she thought eagerly, "Would she let me do something, hunt,help the elders, something?" So the young she-cat briskly padded over to, what she thought, was a very concentrated Pinestar.

[Rosemary.]

Pinestar
Looking down at the small white cat, Pinestar saw bright eager eyes wide with anticipation. "Hello Riverpaw, it doesn't look like such a good morning, does it." Seeing the young she-cat shake her head slightly, Pinestar thought of something Riverpaw could do to keep herself busy. "Why don't you go and see if any of the warriors are awake? Maybe you can ask them to practice some battle moves with you."

Miststripe
Waking from a nice dream he was having, Miststripe squinted his eyes and closed them again, stretching as he did so. It was a cool morning, one of those mornings that it was hard to get out of one's nest. Instead of settling back down into the comfy moss like he usually did, the gray furred tom urged himself to get up on his legs and out into the camp. He noticed Riverpaw first, but then saw the tortoiseshell she-cat beside her. Pinestar was smiling to herself, I scent mischief...

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Frozen gaze awoke early and stepped out to see the sunrise. He remembered the lullaby that his mother had sung to him and his brother when they had been young. He still missed Mountaincrush but being deputy easily made up for it. He stood up and padded over to the leader's den and sat outside.