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My gallery · by **katniss,** » Tue May 22, 2012 12:26 pm

Everything should be updated now. I am working on my forms, but will only finish them this weekend. I will probably open the thread sometime this weekend, so take your time. We need a medicine cat anyways before we can start.

My gallery · by **spicy** » Tue May 22, 2012 12:27 pm

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Eaglesong } . { Tom } . { Warrior } . { Loyal } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Eaglesong{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

"I have it already, and I stand proud with it."{.{ g e n d e r }.}

"Please, don't be fox-brained, I'm a tom, take a look."{.{ a g e }.}

"I am a young 23 moons."{.{ r a n k }.}

"The high athority of warrior."{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

"I honestly want to be deputy, and maybe one day become Eaglestar."

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

You would list Eaglesong in the split middle of fast and strong. His muscles are lean and strong, and can withstand many things, like the ocean waves. Eaglesong has a very slim body, which makes his easier for knowcking down, but his speed and strengh boost up that weakness, and help it. Eaglesong is very slithe and can move in harmony. His legs are very long and muscular, which make him perfect for battles, and hunting. Eaglesong has very long fur which is a dazling bright orange with lighter highlights mixed within. Eaglesong has normal sized paws, and often trips if he is not carefull, but his tail a abnormally long which makes his ideal for swimming and speed, though, for that reason makes it somewhat fragile and he has to be careful in fights. Unfortionatly, since her has a very big build, he has a big appetite, but tends to neglect that, so, often, he is weaker than he would be. When first going into battle though, he eats prey untill his hearts content, and gets good sleep nice and early so that he can be lean and strong for what ever battle or journey ahead. Eaglesong has a beautiful long, thick coat, but on the right side of his face, there is a long streak of skin showing from a previous eagle attack that happened when he was an apprentice, but has no other permanent injuries or scars.{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Eaglesong has a very long fur coat that is very thick, and ideal for swimming in the ocean. Eaglesongs fur is a bright, dazzling orange with lighter highlights mixed within his base fur coat. On the sides of Eaglesong's face, his fur kinda makes some sort of sideburns, making his face look precious. In his ears, he has tuffs of fur to keep out any bad things, but makes him lower class in hearing, but he doesn't mind.{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Eaglesong has a large body, and is built for agility as well as fighting. Eaglsong has long, sturdy legs that make him more agile and quick. Eaglesong's tail is abnormally long which makes him able to go on sharper turns and keep balance, but since he has a longer tail, it is more fragile and has to be careful when he's in a fight. On Eaglesong's face, he has a long, fat scar. On the right side of his face, it starts from his eyebrow whiskers and stops at the bottom of his chin from a battle with an eagle as an apprentice. Some cats still look at him in an ugly way, but he ignore the glares and goes on with his duties.{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Eaglesong has beautiful, glowing, bright yellow eyes, that shine like the sun when the light hits his face at the perfect angle. His eyes are more slanted than round, but has very fat, wide eyes that slant at the end. His pupils are fat, pure black slits right in the middle of his beautiful yellow eyes.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

Eaglesong has a very sweet, kind, and loving personality and sees the goods and evils in everything. He is very quick minded and agile. He usually has a clear mind and is calm and serious. He is very stern at times and likes to take control at times. Eaglesong is more of a leader and loves to lead into battle, or do special things from his leader. Eaglesong can be a very cool and fun tom when he is done with his duties, and often likes playing with the kits and apprentices. Eaglesong can sometimes have moonswings when he is nervious or very confused about what's happening or his surrondings, at times like that, he can be very easy prey in a fight, but also an be something's worst nightmare. Eaglesong likes to stray away from the other cats and be more of a loner at times, for, he doesn't like being in large crowds or embarressed in front of the clan.{.{ l i k e s }.}

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

{.{ f e a r s }.}

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Eaglesong was born and raised regularly, untill the first night he was apprenticed. His father died in an attack of rouges, and he later got attacked by a eagle and got a major injury. When he was hunting with another apprentice on higher grounds on the shore of the ocean, they strayed to close to an eagles nest, and the mother came and attacked them. The other apprentice died, and he was beaten up really badly, and got a major scar from it. They later sent out a patrol to kill the bird and succeded, but he still regrets that day. When he was a moon away from becoming a warrior, his mother moved into the elders' den, and died later that leaf-bare from green-cough. The rest was regular clan cat life, but he is still young, so his history is in the making.{.{ m a t e }.}

"I don't have a mate."{.{ k i n }.}

{.{ k i t s }.}

"None..I wish though." He has none.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Doggiedogs{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Dog, Dogs, Doggie, Bean {Real life nickname}, Doggiedogs, or anything you want. xD{.{ o t h e r }.}

Thank you for letting me join!!

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Cloudfeather } . { She-cat } . { rank } . { Strong } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Cloudfeaather{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

Cloudfeather{.{ g e n d e r }.}

She-cat{.{ a g e }.}

27 moons{.{ r a n k }.}

Loner{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Warrior

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Cloudfeather is a strong, sturdy she-cat. Cloudfeather has very strong muscles and can make strong blows. She is very hardy and can withstand many degrees of cold and bitter. Cloudfeather isn't very agile, and has a bigger build rather than a slim, sleek cat. She has very big paws, and isn't very slealthy unless she tries very hard. Her fur's base color is white with colors mixed within. She tends to win tom's hearts, but as no intentions to love. Cloudfeather has an average tail length, but it has very, very long fur, which makes it heavier than most tails. She courently doesn't have any scars, but knows she'll end up dieing with alteast one. She is very good at fighting, and has exellent scenses, exept for seeing.{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Cloudfeather has very long, thin fur, but has hardy skin. Cloudfeather's base fur coat is white with black and grey stripes with orange mixed within. He face is half in half. Her left is grey and black, while her right is orange. Her snout though, is an exeption, and is a very light grey. Cloudfeather has a hint of orange within her greyish tail and body, with long ears.{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

This she-cat is a hardy, always working cat. She works untill every other cat is asleep, and is the first to get up every morning. She is very strong and had lean mucles. Cloudfeather is not very fast, and can be easily outrun, but doesn't ever stop. She currently is clear from any scars, and has a big nose and long ears.{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Cloudfeather's eyes are huge, fat, and round. She has very stunning eyes, they are a beautifuly stunning silver, but that also mean she's blind. She cannot see, but she had eyes that can melt your snow.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

not

{.{ l i k e s }.}

{.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

{.{ f e a r s }.}

{.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

{.{ t a l e n t s }.}

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Editing, for right now, unknown{.{ m a t e }.}

None{.{ k i n }.}

{.{ k i t s }.}

None, for she cannot raise them.

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Doggiedogs{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Doggie, Doggiedogs, Dog, Dogs, Bean {My real nickname in real life. xD}, or anything else xD{.{ o t h e r }.}

Playing Cloudfeather will be epic xD

My gallery · by **Kat.** » Tue May 22, 2012 1:58 pm

{{ OoC;; please hold the names Brook, Russet, and Swift :3

My gallery · by **EndlessFallingSnow** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:11 pm

(When will this start? Just curious.)

My gallery · by **spicy** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:13 pm

{ We need a medicine cat, then we start }

My gallery · by **ossa di cervo** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:46 pm

((Question, question! Cricketpaw isn't finished yet, but would anyone want to have their apprentice be his sibling?! 8D I plan on making his mother a loony who died doing.. something. I just figured, he can't be the ONLY one born in his litter. ;>.>))

My gallery · by **moon.** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:54 pm

Joining as a medicine cat. c:

My gallery · by **abeille** » Tue May 22, 2012 3:01 pm

Idea for photo format/placement goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂.

♒ { creeĸѕplαѕн } . { ѕнe-cαт } . { wαrrιor } . { vιvαcιoυѕ } ♒

✩ ✩ тнere’ѕ α lιттle вιт oғ devιl ιɴ тнoѕe αɴɢel eyeѕ ѕнe’ѕ α lιттle вιт oғ нeαveɴ wιтн α wιld ѕιde
-Angel Eyes; Love and theft

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

Creeksplash.

This gentle kitty was named many many moons ago for nothing truly in particular. The name 'creek' derived from her mother, who was very troubled when trying to find a name for her daughter. Being that all the other water related names were taken, she thought of shrewd way to interpret aquatic life into her kitten's name. And so the kit became 'Creekkit', and although a creek is only a small river which does not quite connect to the sea, the she-cat has become rather fond of her name.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

Happily Achieved.

Seeing this she-cats age, It's been six moons since she's received her warrior name. It took moons of hard work and repetitive training, but now, she's a warrior, and she's willing to share her knowledge with an apprentice someday.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

Female.

Yes, despite this warrior's masculine proportions, she is indeed a she-cat; ever since birth. Creeksplash never agreed with her figure, ever. It's far to demoralizing for the eager female. She had always known she was much to feminine for the bulky body she was placed in.

{.{ a g e }.}

Twenty-four moons old.

Small for her age? Maybe. And to answer all of your questions; No, she isn't an apprentice, Yes, she can do anything and everything any other warrior could do, and no, she isn't a kittypet. Just because she's small, it doesn't mean she came into the clan from the former life of a kittypet. Silly cats. You'll never understand what its like to be small, or as Creeksplash prefers; fun-sized.

{.{ r a n k }.}

Warrior.

This mighty cat is a warrior. She completed all of her training with in six moons. Now that she is warrior, the she-cat wishes to have an apprentice pointed to her, but she fears that day will never come, as she believe's Tidestar doesn't quite approve of her all that much.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

Warrior.

Warrior sounds nice right? This cat is beyond content with her given rank. There's really no reason to want anything more considering she's already achieved her biggest dream. Sure an aspiring warrior would tell themselves to try for more, to over achieve; but that's not Creeksplash. She doesn't ask for more. And so that's why she wishes to remain a warrior, until she grows for to old and frail to protect her beloved clan.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Purely Lovely.

This striking orange tabby cat has a rather muscular and 'bigger' appearance than most cats of her age and gender. While in some cases, this she-cat can't stand her wide hips, and pointy shoulder blades, she makes the best of it. Creeksplash bears a large thick mass of orange tabby striped-fur. And she doesn't quite know how beautiful her features truly are. Despite the fact that she is a smaller cat with a larger muscle mass, this kitty is adorable. She is just a tad smaller than the average she~cat and just a bit bigger than the smallest tom. Some say insist she's more masculine than feminine, however if you get a close enough look you'll see that her narrow face and pale green eyes most definitely prove her to be female. Creeksplash has dull green eyes, but they do illuminate themselves just barely on a rare occasion. And it would only be right to mention these eyes of her compliment her bright orange fur.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic color, length of fur{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic body strength, shape, scars{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

short and sweet ;; basic eye color, shape

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

average ;; minimum of six sentences, aim for higher ** if this is hard to put down let me know **{.{ l i k e s }.}

• what are your favorite things in life? (as many as you want){.{ d i s l i k e s }.}

• what is the worst life dare offers? (as many as you want){.{ f e a r s }.}

• what are you terrified of? (as many as you want){.{ d o w n f a l l s }.}

• what are you not-so good at? (as many as you want){.{ t a l e n t s }.}

• what are you pretty good at? (don't be a gary/mary-sue)

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

give some basics please ; no "doesn't remember" or "doesn't talk about it" please{.{ m a t e }.}

don't be your own characters' mates ;; you can pre-configure mates with other users{.{ k i n }.}

list all kin that your cat knows of and that matters{.{ k i t s }.}

list if your cat is a biological/adoptive parent, regardless if s/he knows or not

σuт σf cнαяαcтeя

{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

Rosey.

Howdy all. Im Rosey. As of right now, only some of you look familiar so this will be an interesting experience. c:

{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

What ever Pleases you.

Rosey, Rose, flower; yeah. Really, I don't care what you call me.

{.{ o t h e r }.}

Nope.

I don't see anything else I should be worried about, so that concludes my form.

My gallery · by **moon.** » Tue May 22, 2012 4:48 pm

Huge WIP. c:

Credit to the idea of my form goes to ∞ αи∂ в є у σ и ∂. Dewfrost's name is credit to indefinite.

.~. S e α c ℓ α и .~.

♒ { Heronflight } . { She-cat } . { Medicine Cat } . { Sage } ♒

ρℓeαsuяe тσ мeeт yσu

{.{ n a m e }.}

"Greetings. My name is Heronflight." There is no truly deep meaning behind Heronflight's name. She was named after the heron for it's beauty and grace during a flight - especially since her mother had always adored the large, white flying creatures. A heron is a large fish eating bird that has an s-shaped neck and a long, pointed beak. Their legs are particularly long. The heron is usually found near water, which is another reason to why Heronflight was named this - most names in SeaClan are related to water. Her mother had always wanted a tie of the genetics to continue on throughout every generation, for she was one to keep old traditions, so she passed on the name of a large sea bird to her only kit, who later in life is known to be Heronflight, the medicine cat of SeaClan.

{.{ d e s i r e d . n a m e }.}

"Long have I achieved my desired name." Heronflight has actually never really loved her name. She has always thought that it sounded too much like what a tom would be called. Of course, that's not bad, but it gets frustrating when she is commonly mistaken for the opposite gender. Really, Heronflight would like a prefix that flowed even more nicely than it already does. Something like "Honey", or "Iris", but they were not related to water, and so she never had the nerve to tell her mother. Actually, to this day, she is glad she has kept her name, despite the fact that she may be mistaken for a male every once in a while.

{.{ g e n d e r }.}

"I am a she-cat. I know, my name sounds as if it were a toms, and my looks don't help support the fact that I am a female, but trust me - I am a female." What she says is true - most mistake this she-cat for a tom. Her name sounds it, and as do her looks, but once you hear her voice, you will instantly know that she is female. Does she act it, though, is the main question. Though Heronflight doesn't necessarily act as girly as most other females in the Clan, she is most certainly not a tom. When it comes to cats, though, the line between genders is a bit more blurred. Usually, the males and the females carry out the same tasks, some focusing on some more than others. The females can tend to gossip and be a bit bratty in some circumstances, and though Heronflight tries her hardest to avoid all of the gossip of the Clan, she can't help but get caught up in it. So, overall, if you were to judge if she were more she-cat like or tom-cat like, you could surly say that there isn't much of a difference.

{.{ a g e }.}

"I am forty-three moons of age." Though Heronflight may act her age at most times, she is, in reality, a lot older than she seems. As said, she has the wise look in her eyes that echoes throughout her body, showing you a older, yet younger at the same time, part of her. She acts just about as old as she is when around others, though she loses her old edge when around kits. Then, she is young and playful again, a mischievous look across her face, echoing the times when she was younger.

{.{ r a n k }.}

"The proud Medicine Cat of SeaClan - shall I serve until my final breath." Being the Medicine cat, to Heronflight, is a large honor, especially with her level of skill. This is the truth – Heronflight is an amazing Medicine Cat. She knows her may around every herb, and with her years of experience, nearly every illness or disease that may befall the clan. She fights on with gentle paws and a caring heart, always giving advice to any who seeks it. StarClan often speaks with her in her dreams, merely because her presence is so honorable and reliable. There is no doubt when I say this – Heronflight is most definitely a cat to remember.

{.{ d e s i r e d . r a n k }.}

"There is nothing I wish more to be than a Medicine Cat." True is this, Heronflight loves her job. Ever since she was young, she knew her calling was always in the medicine den. The downside, though – Heronflight adores kits. No, of course, she will never have any, and this deeply breaks her heart, but she carries on through her duties, helping queens to kit and feed their young, watching with somber eyes as they grow up strong. And not her own. Though, Heronflight will never leave her duty just for a kit. She gets to see plenty of them all of the time, and maybe it is for the better that she doesn’t have to care for any. Besides, she gets to love and care for every single cat in the Clan, only hoping that they will do the same for her.

тнe eye σf тнe вeнσℓdeя

{.{ g e n e r a l . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Heronflight has a gorgeous tabby pelt, made up with an undercoat of a powdery sand color. The darker stripes on top only further amplify this light coloring, bringing out a shining color that allows her to blend into her surroundings. Her coat is fine, yet coarse like sand and dried seaweed. She does, though, have a thick "mane" around her neck, stretching up to the base of her ears. This tufts out from the rest of her body, making her look a lot thicker than she really is. The tabby coat color of Heronflight is, overall, rather unique, with sand-like qualities and darker ripples of stripes, she really does stand out while blending in at the same time. Heronflight has a rather awkward build when you first look at her. Her shoulders are square and stalky, chest wide and open with fur that fluffs out as if she were a lion. She has extremely short legs, which only further amplify the fact that she looks very stalky compared to the rest of the clan. Speaking of short, Heronflight's tail looks as if it had been cut in half, but that is just how she was born. Her nose is a fine black that spreads out into an averaged sized maw. Her muzzle gently rolls up into her forehead with a dipping feature that actually makes her quite attractive - one of her favorite features of herself. Her paws are heavily padded and thick, just as the rest of her body is - but she is not coated in fat, nay, rather muscle. It is surprising, seeing as how she is a Medicine cat, but not impossible. Heronflight has very upturned, almond shaped eyes. They curl at the edge, trailing off in a black pattern, making them look larger than they actually are. Her eyes are placed smack dab in the center of her head, causing her features to look full and rather beautiful. The color of her large orbs is a very pale grey, which blends with her fur and makes her body look sleek and charming, though in reality, her fur is short and choppy, features unbalanced with awkward angles and short legs. All of this is changed with one look into her eyes. They are deep, forgiving, wise and understanding - a quality that hardly any other share. Though her movements uneven and body not the most graceful, fur not the softest and features not the most beautiful, there is no doubt behind the words that Heronflight has eyes like none other.

{.{ f u r . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Heronflight has a gorgeous tabby pelt, made up with an undercoat of a powdery sand color. The darker stripes on top only further amplify this light coloring, bringing out a shining color that allows her to blend into her surroundings. Her coat is fine, yet coarse like sand and dried seaweed. She does, though, have a thick "mane" around her neck, stretching up to the base of her ears. This tufts out from the rest of her body, making her look a lot thicker than she really is. The tabby coat color of Heronflight is, overall, rather unique, with sand-like qualities and darker ripples of stripes, she really does stand out while blending in at the same time.

{.{ b o d y . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Heronflight has a rather awkward build when you first look at her. Her shoulders are square and stalky, chest wide and open with fur that fluffs out as if she were a lion. She has extremely short legs, which only further amplify the fact that she looks very stalky compared to the rest of the clan. Speaking of short, Heronflight's tail looks as if it had been cut in half, but that is just how she was born. Her nose is a fine black that spreads out into an averaged sized maw. Her muzzle gently rolls up into her forehead with a dipping feature that actually makes her quite attractive - one of her favorite features of herself. Her paws are heavily padded and thick, just as the rest of her body is - but she is not coated in fat, nay, rather muscle. It is surprising, seeing as how she is a Medicine cat, but not impossible.

{.{ e y e . d e s c r i p t i o n }.}

Heronflight has very upturned, almond shaped eyes. They curl at the edge, trailing off in a black pattern, making them look larger than they actually are. Her eyes are placed smack dab in the center of her head, causing her features to look full and rather beautiful. The color of her large orbs is a very pale grey, which blends with her fur and makes her body look sleek and charming, though in reality, her fur is short and choppy, features unbalanced with awkward angles and short legs. All of this is changed with one look into her eyes. They are deep, forgiving, wise and understanding - a quality that hardly any other share. Though her movements uneven and body not the most graceful, fur not the softest and features not the most beautiful, there is no doubt behind the words that Heronflight has eyes like none other.

ωнαт's σи тнe ιиsιde

{.{ g e n e r a l . p e r s o n a l i t y }.}

You must've already picked up the slightest of a clue from the smoothed remarks and gentle statements that Heronflight is obviously not the most hardheaded of characters. If anything, she is quite the opposite. When this she-cat speaks, you can see the wisdom flowing through her eyes, the will that forms the layer of sage that edges at her eyes. You can see the slight upturn of a whisker when even the slightest of things is off - she could untangle a web of deceit with a mere glance, smooth the ripples of a down headed conversation with the flick of the tail. At times, some come to be so confused by her aura that they grow fearful. Her mere presence is overwhelming - as if you don't have control when she is near. Nay, this is not a bad thing, rather something that upsets others, for they like knowing that they can have uncertainty and drama in their lives. When Heronflight takes it away, they have nothing to thrive off of, no matter how much they complain of it eating away at their souls. Heronflight sees deeper than this. She just... knows.
Of course, with even the slightest of glances you can see the many sides to this quick-witted cat. Only a single look at her, in fact, would never give you the impression that she was truly a wise soul at heart. All you would see would be a hardened soul, a chest held out from years of falling an a high held head as she struggles to breath above the waves of the crowds. What could this trait even be, though? Certainly grace is etched into the definition of this one, single word that could be used to describe the first layer of Heronflight, but that is not quite it. It is not valiance, no, not even courage. Pride, perhaps, but that is too strong of a word. As you can already see by this endless ranting of words, Heronflight is no walk in the park. Even just deciphering the first thing you see when you approach this she-cat can be a challenge. She obviously sees more, no doubt, so perhaps you should watch your tongue. But is she the humorous type? Her eyes seem to give away. Then again... Basically, that is all a cat that has the natural instinct to read another will come across. You would, after much contemplating, eventually come up with the sense that this cat can surely be guileful. The smug look etched across her face, sly twitching tail, unreadable eyes - who wouldn't see that look of deception? But no, rather this is just Heronflight's smooth side. She is sleek and well trimmed on the outside, seemingly put together with narrowed eyes and a flicking tail. You can see by the calming gesture of the way that she moves that Heronflight is rather alluring, but with the snap of a hip that she throws to her step, you automatically know that this is one cat to look out for.
Heronflight has really, though, built up so much beneath this layer of complete calmness that if you were to take one glance in her mind, forever would you be confused. Hah, just look at you now! Reading this, not a clue in your mind what this character is like. There is even more, though, that endless, twisting maze that is deep inside of her, winding around in circles as it guards her heart with sharp barbs that keep others calm - that keep others away. Those who look at her know not to enter her heart - perhaps just why she has done this. But Heronflight can't help it. If she has to look calm and collected on the outside for her Clan, all of the pain that any other cat would be dragging around is dumped onto her shoulders. Deep inside, Heronflight hurts. She walks around with a strong expression, but inside, she feels like a kit. She knows so little about herself, which is most likely the main cause for the pain that ever so slowly grows inside of her - an edging crack that threatens to shatter her heart. Heronflight has built up so much pain, so much stubbornness and valiance around her heart that it is nearly impossible to imagine. Heavy guards fight off any words that may fly her way, dissolving pain into a pit of darkness. This wall, though, has some weak spots. You must be able to seek out these spots, these holes in her armor, to be able to get to the true Heronflight - if you ever really want to. And despite common belief, the real Heronflight is actually... not that bad. She's extremely creative, wild, and free. She can dig deep into anything that she wants, creating crazy things with her amazing mind. She has wide eyes that are open to the world, taking in much more than others see. This, overall, forms a rather unusual trait that you would never expect from her - wisdom. Heronflight is extremely wise, for she sees so much more than others. When she looks into somebody's eyes, she can read them like an open book, picking up the small things that no other notices, but never pointing them out. She keeps to herself, holding her head high in times of torture, knowing when to talk and when to stay silent. Of course, every person can have a hothead and blindly talk, but this only happens when she is extremely mad. It is easy to anger her, but very hard to get to her. Nothing really shakes her core. Maybe she just knows how to handle herself after so long of being without control.
Heronflight is without control, though. That's just the thing. She is so torn up inside, so ruined, she doesn't know what to do with herself. All that strong wall is protecting is a hollow cavern, filled to the brim with darkness and confusion, winding, twisting mazes that drag you in and trap you forever. She has long fallen into the hole - perhaps the reason why she has so much guarding the outside. Maybe she doesn't want any other to join her, no matter how alone she feels. Maybe she doesn't want to drag any other into that endless torture that lives within her soul. This is just how she is - she can't help it. Yet, she doesn't know how to warn others of the mighty abyss they will encounter when meeting her, so she heals. She heals and collects and frantically helps until her paws are bleeding and sweat is stained across her face. She'll lock herself away in her den at night, trying to find herself, eyes searching every corner as she curls up and drags her tail across an empty floor, listening for answers that might come to help her heal herself, rather than others.. Too bad she never gets any results.
Even though she hides this side of herself, there are days where you will see the broken side of Heronflight. Some days, she'll be so sad and so confused that she won't speak. She'll hide herself away and sit alone for most of the day, only coming out when she is needed. She'll watch the stars at night, begging them to lead her to a simpler place. But how does she get there? How does she rid of this pain? Exactly. She doesn't know. So, on the days you just so happen to catch Heronflight in her bad mood, she'll have let her walls down, calling off the guard dogs. You can really drive knives into her, and she won't care. She'll just look at you with those somber eyes, and automatically, you'll know that it's time to leave her alone. In reality, though, she doesn't want to be alone. She want's to be held, to be told she'll be okay someday. She wants to believe it, to close her eyes and pretend she's somewhere else. She wants to forgive and forget, shed all of the worries left inside of her, waiting out her feelings, pouring all of those bad emotions into that gaping hole that eats away at her soul, rebuild her barriers, and then, continue on with her broken little life, pretending to be strong as she smooths every other ruffled feather in the Clan.
But remember - these bad days are only once in every blue moon. Heronflight doesn't constantly go around, dragging her paws and closing her eyes. She'll have those days where the sun shines a little bit brighter, where her step is just a little longer, head held up just a little higher. Heronflight will talk with her clan mates, showing that she can truly be a bit gentler than most think she is. In reality, the sagely wise side of her personality can rather smooth out the rough edges. Sure, she is a diamond in the rough, but that doesn't mean that she can't have days where she is polished and shined. Here, you will find her basking in the sun, not constantly staying quiet, watching the world with wide-open eyes. She always has that great sense of humor, taking things just the way they should be handled. Some may notice this change, but they know it's for the better, and welcome their Medicine cat in with open arms. Heronflight will shine and show off her happy side, covering up her walls for a few days just to bask in the glory of some unknown upbringing. Those are the days you want to watch out for, though, because these are the days she is most dangerous. Why? Well, let's find out.
When having one of her days with a clear mind, Heronflight knows how to handle things. She can grasp any situation and turn it around in virtually any direction that she pleases. This is just what makes her so deadly. Any conversation that seems to be faring in another's direction, she can slowly twist, turning the words to grow towards her own sun. Remember - this is just what she has the potential to do. Heronflight would never turn on another one of her own Clanmates. She would only use her little techniques of playing on words when she must protect her fortress. If she feels as though her Clan is being threatened, she will stand by her leader's side, loyally watching over every other with an even expression. This is what I had mentioned earlier - her ability to handle things. Not only does she have that caring heart that is open to the wounded, but she knows how to stay calm and carry on in these times of torture. Hating to see others in pain may apply to this trait of hers, but it also builds upon the natural foundation she already has of solicitousness. This might be the main reason she had become a Medicine cat - she was tired of all of the training to put others in pain, so rather, she turned towards a path that lead to healing, not killing. No, no, don't get her wrong. She knows that the warrior never kills, but once a cat has the taste of another's blood, it can all go downhill from there. Trust her - she knows from experience.

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• Healing others – Being one of the very few things that Heronflight is good at, she embraces her ability to heal. It takes up most of her days, filling her hours with the collecting of her ever growing pile of herbs, just in case. Whenever something is to happen, Heronflight is always ready – perhaps this is why her love of healing is so strong. So strong, in fact, that she has given away her ability to have kits and a mate – one of her largest dreams, that is.
• Walks - The quiet of a lonesome walk, feet pattering lightly over the ground with no other to disturb her - this is just what she loves. On occasion, she will take short walks with her apprentice, loving the company of the young cat that she is training to become just as she is. Heronflight usually takes walks to clear her mind, looking around with wide eyes as she takes in the world around her, almost waiting for something to happen. But nothing ever does, nothing that she can control, so she goes on with her simple life, watching the world unfold in color about her.
• Rain - Heronflight simply adores the rain - on most days. These are the days where she feels sleepy and ready to be done for the day. When it rains, she doesn't feel half as guilty curling up early in her nest, taking her share of the fresh-kill pile even if she hadn't hunted. Yes, even though she is a medicine cat, she still hunts and joins an occasional battle training with the apprentices, just in case anything may come upon her. But the days that it rains, oh she relishes off of the sky, drinking in its tears as if they could solve the worlds problems.
• Sunny days - Even though Heronflight may adore the rain, she loves the sun more often than not. On these days, she'll be out and active, getting things done for the better of the Clan. If there is nothing to do and no extra patrols to give a shot at, you can find Heronflight laying around in camp, most likely on a rock, absorbing the warmth that radiates down. The light that envelopes her gives her a safe and warm feeling, even on the coldest of days. It may be snowing or blazing heat, but if the sun is shining, you will find Heronflight out and about.
• The morning - Ah, the morning - probably Heronflight's favorite thing. She always, always wakes before everybody else, enjoying the crispness of the morning dew, breathing in the light fog that has settled around her. She loves to listen to the birds, ears pricked in interest, eyes wide open as she waits for the world to wake up. When every other arises and stirs her thoughts, she may be a little upset, but she soon learns to enjoy the company of every other being that has chosen to make themselves a part of her life.
• Understanding and cooperation - One of the main keys to happiness for Heronflight is understanding. If she, or even somebody else, doesn't understand, then she feels as if control will be lost. She must change the point of view of the other immediately, though if it is something that cannot be shared, she must learn how to teach without giving information. This is the same for cooperation, though when one doesn't cooperate, not only does she grow upset, but she becomes rather cross.
• Kits - Little bundles of fur and love! Oh, how Heronflight adores kits. This may be solely because of the fact that she is forbidden to ever have any of her own, for seeing others with the love of their lives bounding around their paws makes her extremely jealous. Because of this, she spends as much time around the bundles of energy as she can, feeding off of their life, of their love, of their innocence and beauty.
• Friends and family - Who doesn't love friends and family? These others make up all of Heronflight's life. She relishes off of their energy and kindness, adoring that she has somebody to talk to - too bad there is nobody left. Of course, Heronflight has her little friends. Clanmates, her apprentice, little things like that, but after the death of her mother and mentor, Heronflight felt like she lost it all. And she wants it back.

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• Pain - Who likes pain? Nobody - especially not Heronflight. Being a medicine cat, pain is the largest thing that you must avoid. This makes it very hard on her, weighing down on not only her own well being, but the rest of the Clan's. Physical pain is not the only thing that Heronflight despises - she can't stand the kind that grows inside, eats away at your emotions, blocking out hope and happiness. This is the main type of pain that she tries to avoid, but somehow, this nasty pest always makes it way back into her path.
• Losing control - Once again, nobody really likes losing control, Heronflight being one of those. She, being one who likes to be in charge and have sway and authority in a situation, despises when she has no option but to let somebody else take over a position that she was supposed to fill. When all else fails, Heronflight might just break down in desperation as a horrible situations spirals downward. But, there is nothing to do but watch it all crash and burn - the hardest thing for this cat to do.
• Ignorance - This sort of ties into Heronflight's dislike towards losing control. When she finds ignorance in a situation, she will grow completely annoyed, rolling her eyes with a flick of a tail as she teaches the clueless creature what they need to know. If there is nothing that she can do to fix the unawareness that rolls through the other. If she can't, though, she will grow frustrated and give up on the one that is unfamiliar, moving onto more important matters in her life - but never forgetting.
• Hate - Yes, everybody hates something. In fact, Heronflight hates a lot of things. But that isn't what we are talking about. Heronflight despises a different type of hate, one that is blind and full of revenge, one that is ignorant and unappealing. These are the types of hates that Heronflight can't stand. One where a cat is seeking nothing but pain for something else, something over a subject that is completely unnecessary. Knowing that this is nothing that she can change, though, Heronflight usually ignores the hatred of others, and focuses on her own things to abhor.
• Loss - Loss. This is one of the greatest things that Heronflight cannot stand. There are many, many things that she can't control, but losing something is the largest one. No, not just misplacing a herb or being unable to find something of importance - we are talking of loss of family here. Loss of friends, of hope, of light in a situation or of happiness in a heart. Everyday, Heronflight sees another light blink out, closing eyes and turned heads as loss takes its sable toll over another soul. And this she can't stand. And this she can't change.
• Darkness - Even though every cat has some darkness in their hearts, including her, Heronflight despises those that are truly evil. They have terrible intentions with no real cause, always making things worse for both others and themselves. She wishes that all darkness and dishonorable corrupt figures would disappear, but another continues to show up, time and time again. No cat can get a break, can they? Besides, what is a life without a little evil.

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• Arachnids - Spiders. One of the largest fears of Heronflight. Every time she sees one of these creepy crawlies roaming around through her den, she'll quickly shutter and eep, leaping out of her den as she calls for the nearest warrior or apprentice to come and rid of the arachnid. There is no particular reason for her deep fear of spiders - she just doesn't like the way they move, how they look, and escpecially their potential to bite. Never will she get near one, no matter the prize.
• Swimming - This is definitely the biggest fear of Heronflight. When she was younger, she watched one of her Clanmates drown in the swirling rapids of the sea. After seeing this, Heronflight was deeply disturbed. This is a complete downfall, for swimming makes up the life of every warrior in SeaClan. How will she ever be able to survive, you ask? Well, she doesn't mind going about ankle deep to reach something that she needs, but any further and she is paralyzed in a fit of fear. As you can see, if you really want to scare Heronflight, you could kill her with water.
• The unknown - Fear of the unknown. An extremely powerful thing, that is. If there is one for it to affect, that would most definitely be Heronflight. She may have a highheld head, constantly keeping her ground in times of terror, leading on with a strong mind and wild heart, but that doesn't mean that the unknown can't draw it's iced claws down her spine, wrapping her in a cold dressing of fogged ink. Not knowing even what she doesn't know can be absolutely terrifying. Absolutely confusing. The unknown will play with your head, turning you in circles, driving you insane, into the deepest parts of your mind just trying to escape those iron claws of a thing that isn't even known.
• The future - Oh, the future. It holds so much. So much pain, so much mystery, and of course - so much unknown. All of her fears could quite possibly be mixed into one, giant, perfect storm that others have labeled as the future. Sure, it is possible that the change that the future may bring might be good, even amazing, but there is always that chance that it will be quite the opposite, that after it is over she will look back and regret her actions, wishing of another course. Then again, hindsight is twenty-twenty.

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• Hunting - This is obvious, and a bit self-explanitory. Heronflight is a Medicine cat. Not a warrior. Not a hunter, leader, senior warrior - nothing. She cannot hunt half as well as the rest, and everytime she enters the woods, she scares off the prey within a twenty-treelength radius. As said before, though, she will sometimes join a small hunting patrol in hopes of getting out of camp and helping out, though most never want her near their patrols, just because they will wind up returning home with annoyed expressions and a lack of prey.
• Fighting - Just like hunting, Heronflight is not a good fighter. At all. She has, yes, had her fair share of training when she was younger as to protect herself if it were ever nessesary, but she has never fought in a battle and only had to defend herself against a war against brambles every now and again. Her claws aren't sharp, teeth dull enough just for prey, muscles developed only for running - not for fighting. Besides, she is a medicine cat - no warrior.
• Swimming - As in her fears, Heronflight is a terrible swimmer. This is not very helpful, seeing as how she lives by the ocean, but if she ever needs seaweed or anything as such, she will just ask a warrior to go out and get it for her. Besides, she hardly knows how to work her legs under a churning current, always dunking under. That's just the thing. She can't swim. At all. The few times she has entered water, she has nearly drowned, so she leaves the swimming to the rest of the clan, and lets them do her dirty work.

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• Running - Heronflight's greatest talent. Running. She is very fast, and though not the fastest in all of the land, she still knows how to run her motor. Even with short legs, Heronflight has still figured out a way to literally soar across the land, getting paw holds on whatever she can find and springing herself forward. Another thing that majorly helps her ability to run is the fact that she has a lot of stamina. This causes her to be able to run much faster and much longer than a lot of others, and she takes this into great pride.
• Debating - Heronflight is a very good debater. She always keeps and even head, which must be her secret winning almost every argument that she is bestowed with. Her expression never changes, and it takes an aweful lot to set her off. She'll sit there and turn facts, changing the points of view of a situation until it had been manipulated to her advantage. She really knows how to work with her words, changing things around until they had become her own.
• Climbing - Once again, this seems suprising with the lack of length that Heronflight has, but with years of expierience, she has mastered the art of scaling trees. Even with the lack there of around the beach, some vital herbs grow high in the tree tops, forcing Heronflight high up towards the sky. She doesn't mind this, though - she actually loves heights, despite common belief. If she has ever gone missing, you will most likely find her relaxing in the treetops, surrounded by leaves and shade and untouched life - a whole new civilization all to herself.

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Born on a stormy night in early leaf-fall, Heronflight's legacy begins. Wind had whipped through the trees, throwing back a cat moving against the wind with the slightest of gales. Hard rain had driven down, stinging against unprotected pelts, digging into flesh as if it were as soft and cuttable as butter. Cats had frantically darted about, leaping into their dens in a desperate attempt to stay warm. To stay dry. To stay safe. But, out in the middle of the camp, blood smeared across her fur, wails building up in her chest, Ripplefur begins to kit. She drops to the ground, begging for a better time, a better place. But no cat was paying attention to her. Every other was focused on their own well being, darting into dens and seeking the safety of a closed in rock. Refusing to cry out and alert the Clan, Ripplefur waited in pain, helplessness flooding over her. The pain raked through her body like silver claws, splitting her chest wide open as her heart raced in pain. The edges of her vision had started to become blurred, her blood seeping into the ground, when thunder struck. Lightning split the sky, setting the ground alight for a short second. And then, all seemed calm. The pain ebbed, and a tiny, helpless mewling had picked up. Ripplefur had witnessed enough kitting's to know that she must release her kitten from the sac it was born in, so after mustering up her strength, she brought her only kit to life. Heronkit.
After that night, Ripplefur and Heronkit gained much strength, both improving the poor health they had been in not to long ago. The days had seemed to fly for Heronkit. She grew up strong and healthy, always interested more in the art of healing than she was ever in fighting or hunting. Like any other kit, she had always dreamed of becoming a warrior. But, at the age of about four moons, instead of trying to sneak out like the rest of the kits, she hung back in the medicine den, admiring everything that the previous Medicine cat, Wavesong, did. Little Heronkit would watch his every move, picking up on the names and scents of herbs within little time at all. Wavesong could see the interest that this kit held, so when her apprenticeship ceremony drew near, he offered for her to become the next Medicine cat apprentice. Gladly accepting, Heronkit grew to be Heronpaw, learning even more quickly and moving even more efficiently as moons of experience added onto her knowledge. Just as she was leaning towards the peak of her life - a young, happy medicine cat with great family and a loving mentor - her mother died. Body racked in trauma as she hunched over, fur standing on end. That was how she behaved for moons straight. She hardly moved, didn't speak, and even once got terribly sick. So sick that she was thought of as dead. But Wavesong never gave up on her. He kindled the light that she still had, honoring her even though she had lost her only parent. Over many seasons and moons after that, Heronpaw could behave normally again. She was back to her duties, carrying out everything as normal, even impressing her mentor to the point in which he gave her her full medicine cat name, Heronflight. She was, though, never the same after that day. Her heart had shattered in places unreachable, opened up cracks and crevices that had always had the potential to show.

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"I cannot take up a mate." Oh, how Heronflight would so adore a mate! But alas, she is a medicine cat and strictly that, bound to her roll in SeaClan with an iron heart and a flaming soul. No matter her strong desire for a loving tom at her side, she will never be one to have another as her own. If she weren't a Medicine cat, though, Heronflight would gladly take up a mate. She has always been one of the more romantic types, swooning over new relationships in the Clan, waiting on the latest gossip about new mates. When she was a kit, she would always dream that that would be her, but now, she could never have even a glimpse of that. Many ask her if she regrets choosing her rank because she won't get to take a mate, and though she always solidly answers "no", she sometimes does wish that she has the chance to love. But she won't. And doesn't. So try anything funny, her pride will take over and you will be missing ears by morning.

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• Ripplefur >> Mother . Ripplefur and Heronflight were extremely close all throughout the time that they spent together. Ripplefur died of old age many seasons back, leaving a bruised and scarred Heronflight behind. There is a lot more detail about Ripplefur's and Heronflight's relationship in her history.
• Greystone >> Father . Heronflight never got to know her father, for he died of white cough in a thick winter just before she was born. She does, though, wish that she had gotten to know him. Maybe he would still be alive today, and she wouldn't miss her mother as much as she does now. But she will never know, will she?
• Swanfeather >> Sister from another litter . Swanfeather was from Ripplefur and Greystone's first litter. This she-cat was captured by two-legs along with her brother when they had just become warriors, also around the time when Heronflight became the medicine cat apprentice. Swanfeather and Heronflight didn't know each other as well as they should, which Heronflight greatly regrets.
• Bluewater >> Brother from another litter . Bluewater was also from Ripplefur and Greystone's first litter. Bluewater and his sister, Swanfeather, was captured by two-legs three days after their warrior ceremony. Bluewater and Heronflight had a very good relationship, and even though he is gone now, the young medicine cat is happy that she got to know him while he was still alive. His legacy lives on inside of her, no matter where he is.

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"I have never had kits, and I never will." This is one of her greatest regrets in life. The fact that Heronflight cannot have kits. Of course, forever will she be loyal to her calling and never have young life of her own, but that doesn't change where her heart was and always will be set. She wishes that she could have little bundles that represent herself, meaning to carry on in their lives, living under her legacy as they carry on her family tree. But, being the only one that she knows of to be left in her family (since both of her siblings were captured by two-legs), she feels heavily guilty about not carrying on her family tree. Forever will her bloodline be lost, tangled in a web of DNA. Who knows? Every single one of these cats may be related. But she doesn't know. All she is sure of is that her family will be gone the moment that she dies. Forever.

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MoonBeamz{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Oh, goodness... Here we go. xD Moon, Moonz, Moonzey, Moony, Beam, Beamz, Beez, Beezey, Meebzey, and so much more. Be creative... I have received many of nicknames c: I prefer, though, to be called either Moonz or Beezey. c:

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None to my concern. c:

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♒ { Dewfrost } . { She-cat } . { Warrior } . { Firey } ♒

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"Hi there, I'm Dewfrost." Born on cool day in mid leaf-bare, Dewfrost was named for the dew that had settled on top of every cat's fur, decorating them in a spiderweb of rain. The cold of the air split every cat into a fit of shivering as they huddled over a queen writhing in pain, jaws opened in a silent yowl. Horror filled the blood-tainted air, snow gently piling onto every cat. They had huddled over Waterfur, the queen, attempting to keep her warm. She had already been plauged with a terrible case of greencough, and now with this painful kitting, her life was slipping quickly. Finally, the first kit was born - a sturdy, solid brown tom. The second kit followed quickly - a little she-cat with tabby markings and a tipped face. She was thought not to survive, for her body tempurature was dropping quickly, and the dew had already spread all across her fur, freezing within an instant. The same thing was happening to her brother as cats frantically tried to warm the two kits. But they were too late. Both had stopped breathing, the tom went first, soon followed by the other female. But then, the medicine cat frantically called out. Another kit had been born in the chaos, ending the mothers life in the meantime. But the kit was alive. Covered in water, quickly freezing, but alive. Dewkit.

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"I'm fine with my name, I guess." The truth? Dewfrost hates her name. Despises it. It doesn't resemble her at all. She was named "Dew" because of the heavy dew that covered the ground the day that she was born, but this prefix has no relevance to her name at all. She wishes it were something different, such as "Minnow" or "Kelp", or something more serious than "Dew". But, she has never had the gut to admit it to anybody. Her mother had died under the freezing dew that spread across the land that day, as had her two siblings, and so she feels as though she has to honor them. She also despises her suffix, for the frost is what knocked out her family. Why must she be reminded of the death that plauged everything she knows each time her name is spoken?

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"I would hope that you could tell. I am a she-cat." Though Dewfrost may act like a she-cat once every blue moon, she is not afraid to ger down and dirty. She loves to wrestle with the boys, running out on patrols with the rest of the Clan, jumping into the dirtiest parts of the forest just to catch the biggest prey. This is really hard to imagine, for all everybody sees in this arcane young cat is silence and a hidden personality, but when she is with the dirt and the grime, running around free and happy through the waves and sand, kicking up and rearing her head in free rein. And after all of her fun and games, she'll curl up and clean herself off, pretending to be a civilized she-cat.

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"Thirty-one moons young." Dewfrost does not act her age. At all. She acts as though she were an apprentice, bouncing around and having fun, pretending as though she were the most jovial thing ever to walk to planet. In reality, though? Dewfrost is completely her age - if not, older. She act's experienced and wise on the inside, carefully watching things with an open mind. Yes, she may wrestle around and play in the water as if she still contained that apprenticeship moxie, but she can be careful and watchful. Not many people see this part of her - they only can view the leaping, jumping, spinning shape of a happy little she-cat. Of course, most of the time she isn't this rambunctious, but you always remember somebody for the crazy things that they do, so naturally, this is what she is seen as. Not the calm and peaceful she-cat that knows where to look in times of need - nay, she is seen as the lively and crazy little girl with a flamboyant mind. Is this so bad, though?

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"I am a proud warrior." And proud she is. The seasons that Dewfrost has been a warrior have always been the best. She loves her rank, fighting like a true cat should, hunting for her Clan. She is strong and swift, always taking great pride in her work,

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"Being a warrior suits me well, though we all have our goals in life."

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• Heights -
• Freezing -
• Loss -

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• Running -
• Climbing -
• Fighting -

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• Sarcasm -
• Being brave -
• Swimming -

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{.{ h i s t o r y }.}

Born on cool day in mid leaf-bare, Dewfrost was named for the dew that had settled on top of every cat's fur, decorating them in a spiderweb of rain. The cold of the air split every cat into a fit of shivering as they huddled over a queen writhing in pain, jaws opened in a silent yowl. Horror filled the blood-tainted air, snow gently piling onto every cat. They had huddled over Waterfur, the queen, attempting to keep her warm. She had already been plauged with a terrible case of greencough, and now with this painful kitting, her life was slipping quickly. Finally, the first kit was born - a sturdy, solid brown tom. The second kit followed quickly - a little she-cat with tabby markings and a tipped face. She was thought not to survive, for her body tempurature was dropping quickly, and the dew had already spread all across her fur, freezing within an instant. The same thing was happening to her brother as cats frantically tried to warm the two kits. But they were too late. Both had stopped breathing, the tom went first, soon followed by the other female. But then, the medicine cat frantically called out. Another kit had been born in the chaos, ending the mothers life in the meantime. But the kit was alive. Covered in water, quickly freezing, but alive.
Dewkit grew up strong, after all. A foster mother adopted her for a short period of time, feeding her just enough so that she could stay alive, though not happily. As soon as her apprenticeship came, Dewpaw was thrown out of the nursery and straight into the apprentice den with no advice or direction. Her living father would hardly even talk to her, so she just continued on in her life, feeling particularly alone. Not having anybody around may be part of the reason of why she is so paranoid and broken today. She grew up lonely and scared, never having anybody to carry her through tough times. Even her mentor meant nothing to her. When her warriorship ceremony finally came, she breezed through, pretending to be proud and energetic, but dead all the while. Shortly after she was named Dewfrost, the young she-cat began to make a friend for the first time. Her name was Leaftail. She had been an apprentice with Dewfrost and even shared the nursery with her when she was younger, but they had never gotten to know each other very well. But, one day, they were thrown into a patrol with one another, and got to talking. To her own great surprise, the two she-cats were actually very much alike. They had both been pretty alone all of their lives, and so with much stupid remarks and foolish actions later, the two were inseparable. Dewfrost turned from a quiet and scarred apprentice to a lively and jumpy warrior, all because of the help of her friend. Together, they conquered everything, and no cat in the Clan would ever have the heart to separate the once broken she-cats. Every patrol, every hunt, every midnight walk, Leaftail and Dewfrost were together. Their happiness was finally back, and they could be themselves. All because they weren't alone.
And then the day came. A huge attack of rouges settled over the land, and Leaftail found herself being thrown first into battle. Without Dewfrost. In agony, Dewfrost paced around camp, begging to be let out. She wasn't allowed to fight because she had torn a muscle in her back legs a few days earlier when she and Leaftail had been climbing up the cliffs. Now, she had to wait in camp all the while, praying as hard as she could that Leaftail would be alright. When the battle was finally over, the Deputy returned, head held high as blood splattered the ground. They had won. But there was no expression of triumph on any cat's face. They all avoided looking at Dewfrost. She couldn't see Leaftail anywhere. Deep inside, Dewfrost knew something was wrong, but she wouldn't believe it. She couldn't. And then, that heartbreaking moment. Leaftail was carried into camp by the last remaining warriors, a huge gash through her neck. There was no life in her eyes. She wasn't breathing. Her fur was cold looking from all the way across camp.
Dewfrost truly died that day.

{.{ m a t e }.}

"I have no mate." Surprisingly enough, Dewfrost would actually enjoy a mate. Here is the thing, though. She is constantly moving, moving, moving, rolling along in her life, never slowing down for anybody or anything. Taking up a mate, or even loving another, will greatly slow down her race to nowhere. Even though this is just what she needs, and she knows it, she is very afraid. She is afraid that whoever she may eventually love won't love her back. What if he doesn't treat her right? Would she be able to ever let go? Why would she risk all of this pain just for a tom to call her mate? So many questions. And yet she still has that lone craving deep inside of her that she doesn't want to be lonely anymore. She may seem all tough and moving, and she may tell herself that she will never love, but she truly wants to. You just have to be able to keep up with her, for as said, she is always on the go. If you ever want her to fall for you, you must match her pace. Are you up for the challenge, or will you let her fall once more?

{.{ k i n }.}

• Waterfur >> Mother . Waterfur died giving birth to Dewfrost, which makes her feel extremely, extremely guilty. She, obviously, couldn't control the fact that her mother had greencough and died of little energy while giving birth to her final kit in the cold, but the weight upon Dewfrost's shoulders is extremely heavy. She wishes her mother was alive more than anything. Never had she had any family - not even her adopted mother seemed very close. She just wants somebody to call home.
• Brookkit >> Sister . Brookkit died in the cold the day that she was born, leaving behind a lonely little sister that had nearly no chance of survival. Of course, Dewkit is alive to this day, but she can't help but wonder what her older sister would have been like if she had lived. She wishes for a sibling - nay, she wishes for family.
• Silverkit >> Brother . Like Brookkit, Silverkit passed away the day he was born, coated in dew and cold as he clung onto life. Dewfrost especially wishes that her brother had lived, for cats told her tales of how he was sturdy and strong, and already had a wise look to his eyes, even when he was just born. Dewfrost has always had a feeling deep inside of her that Silverkit was meant to live. That she and he were supposed to be best friends. But she never got a chance to find out if she were right, did she?
• Fishtail >> Father . Fishtail was about the only thing that Dewfrost had in her life. But his happiness had gone long after she was born. With the loss of his mate and two of his kits, Fishtail could no longer love the spirit of his one remaining child. Though not completely neglecting her, this tomcat hardly ever spoke to his kit, just giving her passing glances through camp. You would think that he would hold onto her as his lifeline, but he never did. The only time he ever told her that he loved her, in fact, was the moment that he died.

{.{ k i t s }.}

"Currently, I have no kits." Dewfrost doesn't have a very strong opinion towards kits. Yeah, they are cute and energetic, but she doesn't loathe over the ones that have them. Sometimes she wishes, though, that she were a mother, just to feel proud, but she constantly lives in fear that what happened to her siblings will happen to her children, if she ever is to have any. Sure, most she-cat's would love kits. It makes them seem like a real warrior, to be able to keep up a strong bloodline. Besides, for all she knows, she is the only one left in her family. There are no relatives out there to continue on what she was left. This makes her feel almost obligated to have kits, as though it is her job to carry on her family's legacy, but she still hasn't found the right tom that can really raise her kit's, that can make them feel special and not neglect them like her father did to her. She wants her offspring to still feel loved, even if she passes - and so she waits. And waits. And waits. Just for the right tom to have her kits someday be proud to say "father".

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{.{ u s e r n a m e }.}

MoonBeamz{.{ n i c k n a me }.}

Oh, goodness... Here we go. xD Moon, Moonz, Moonzey, Moony, Beam, Beamz, Beez, Beezey, Meebzey, and so much more. Be creative... I have received many of nicknames c: I prefer, though, to be called either Moonz or Beezey. c:

{.{ o t h e r }.}

None to my concern. c:

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{{ i hope you dont mind snowie, but i'd like to use some old favorites of mine. can you delete tinypaw from the ranks and reserve the cats cricketsong, gingerstripe, and owlflight? }}

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