.ＳｔｒｅａｍＣｌａｎ.Ｓｅｍｉ-Ｌｉｔ.Ｏｐｅｎ. Ｌｆ .Ｄｅｐｕｔｙ.

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• N a m e : "I'm Fallpaw. Nice to meet you."
  
• W a r r i o r N a m e : "Hopefully Fallfang or Fallleaf."
  
• G e n d e r : "Female...all the way."
  
• A g e : "I'm around nine moons."
  
• R a n k : "Appretince, but I hope to be either Deputy or just a Warrior some day!"
  
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "Like I said, Warrior or Deputy."

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : Fallpaw is a petite she-cat, her paws a delicate white along with a few splotches of black and orange. A typical tortoiseshell I suppose, but her coat is sleek and shiny, whiskers a medium length. Her eyes are a mix of yellow and orange, adding to her fallish appearance. Her body, all in all, is on the shorter side. Her legs are smaller and delicate, more suited for running than for brute force.
  
  
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Despite her smaller size, Fallpaw is advised not to be messed with. Beneath her, 'speak only when spoken to' attitude, Fallpaw is a fiery she-cat. If you rub her the wrong way, she'll try to put you back in your place. Which is a problem for her since she doesn't have a ton of authority at the moment. Other than that, she is all in all a nice cat to know, quiet with a sense of humor. She does, however, dislike being thought of because of her size, and will try to find a way to prove herself if you seem to doubt her abilities.
  
  
• H i s t o r y : Fallpaw was born into another clan, along with two other brothers. However, despite the small size, the litter seemed a problem for her mother; her being a warrior and her father being the Deputy. Her mother, Starclan rest her soul, gave Fallpaw to a scout from Streamclan when she was about four moons. Duskshard; who had received the kit, raised the her like his own in Streamclan territory. Apparently, there was to be an attack on her old clan, making the cats and her parents scatter. Fallpaw believes that her parents knew it was coming and wanted her to be safe. Though, despite Duskshard's desperate attempts; the whereabouts of her parents are still unknown.

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• F a t h e r : Roughfur
  
• M o t h e r : Suntail
  
• S i b l i n g s : Deceased
  
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "It just might be Hawkpaw..."
  
• C r u s h : "No..?"
  
• M a t e : "No!"
  
• O f f s p r i n g : "For Starclans stake leave me be.."

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• N a m e : "Duskshard, let's leave it at that."
  
• G e n d e r : "Tom, and I've got proof thank you very much."
  
• A g e : "Twenty-two moons, in my prime."
  
• R a n k : "Warrior."
  
• D e s i r e d R a n k : "Oh! Let's be an apprentice! What do you think? I'll stay where I am, to many are vouching for the Deputy rank for my liking."

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : Duskshard is a normal sized cat, not to lanky but not to large. His coat is a light grey, slightly resembling Bonestars while his own isn't as light. He has dark markings and greenish blue eyes, like blades of summer grass. His whiskers are on the longer side, evening out his face. Duskshard's fur is medium of length, not long haired at all; which of he is grateful because he would find the extra fur annoying. Overall, Duskshard is a handsome tom, his posture has a slight air of command and his even features add a sense of composure around the grey tom.
  
  
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Duskshard is a rather confusing individual. Most of the times, Duskshard is a happy-go-lucky type of warrior, not giving a mouse dung about what you think. Others, mainly in the mornings and while training, Duskshard keeps his conversations terse and to the point, not wanting to waste any time with silly things such as conversations. He is rather mild-tempered, but he gets irritated easily, making patience his weak point.
  
  
• H i s t o r y : When Duskshard had just turned seventeen moons, he came across a surprising discovery along his patrols. He had veered off on his own, something Duskshardl had done a lot since he was an apprentice in the clan. On his small trek, he found a she-cat, weary and slightly injured. Curious, Duskshard had gone forth to confront the she-cat, only to find himself being handed a small kit and told the name before the she-cat ran off. This had thrown Duskshard for a loop, the young tom at first was going to pursue the she-cat, but his instincts had told him to stay. What if something had happened to the kit. Duskshard had looked down at the small female kitten, who looked up at him with eyes that reminded him of fall. With a small sigh, Duskshard had picked up the kit and taken her back. However, he hadn't gotten it through that Fallpaw wasn't his own flesh in blood. So to this day, they still believe that Fallpaw his is own kin. By now, he has just let it go.

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• F a t h e r : Deceased
  
• M o t h e r : Deceased
  
• S i b l i n g s : Deceased
  
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "Possibly Ivytail..just possibly."
  
• C r u s h : "Impress me."
  
• M a t e : "No crush means no mate..dur."
  
• O f f s p r i n g : "Well, some think it's Fallpaw, but it's not. So, no."

[houndjaw]

. w h i t e p o o l .

whitepool was grateful for whirlpaw's help. the she-cat could always bring some bounce into adderpaw's mood when she was around. "and i wouldn't allow you to fall behind, anyhow," he commented. "no way am i going to mentor this any longer than i have to." the tom flicked his tail tip at adderpaw's ear before turning his back to pad away. "when you've finished getting that junk out of your pelt, then maybe i can show you a move that's been delayed for overview." but secretly, and maybe a little guiltily, whitepool was dreading the moment when he was leading his apprentice out into the forest for more training. adderpaw always sat back on his haunches and watched the other apprentices, as if he had the incapability to learn what they were learning. he had to push him more, give him something to strive for. but what? nothing motivated adderpaw, from what he could see. he just gave everything a cool glance as if nothing in the world could stop him from doubting himself. whitepool couldn't afford to fail at being a mentor; he couldn't! adderpaw was his first apprentice bonestar had entrusted him with since feathernose's death, and he was failing at it. miserably. he needed a break. hopefully training would be his escape from thinking too hard.

[Puddles.]

AdderPaw

AdderPaw gulped down a mouse and washed himself thoroughly before getting to his paws and racing after WhitePool. Perhaps he could get there before the other apprentices! AdderPaw wished VioletDaze was still here. His mother would always make him feel better.

[houndjaw]

. w h i t e p o o l .

whitepool was feeling a little bit better since adderpaw seemed at least willing to show some energy, instead of slump around like a sleepy dormouse. he cast a sidelong glance at the tom as they were exiting the camp, studying the way he fell behind him instead of padding shoulder to shoulder like regular apprentices and mentors. there's something seriously wrong with this kid, he thought to himself and looked forward again, not caring to break the silence that enveloped the two. as he skirted a patch of mist-soaked ferns, a dripping tendril snaked down his back and sent a chilling shiver up his spine. "i hate mist," he nearly mewed, but held his tongue. odds were, adderpaw wasn't going to reply, anyways. besides, he shouldn't complain about where they lived. the tom could always live in mistclan territory, where the cats over there hardly saw sunlight and stuck to the shadows as if the sunlight hitting their fur would scorch them. now those cats had some problems!

[Puddles.]

AdderPaw

AdderPaw yawned. "So where are we going?" He mewed, glancing up at the sky.

[`Hypnotic]

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• N a m e : Stormstone
• G e n d e r : Tomcat
• A g e : 20 moons
• R a n k : Warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Deputy

P ｅｒｓｏｎａｌ

• A p p e a r a n c e : He's a large, tabby grey tomcat with thin fur. Fierce blue eyes, that always gleam like the sun, they're wide and very large. His tail is long, but doesn't touch the ground. It is also very awkward at times due to his large structure. His paws are large, but fully functionable. He has extremely large and sharp claws and teeth, due to his secret about sharpening them.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Stormstone is quite a bold cat. He's not afraid to stand up for what he believes in, yet if multiple cats go up against him, he'll most likely follow them. Don't get me wrong, Stormstone is quite the leader. He believes in justice for all cats and doesn't like to mess around. He follows the warrior code strictly, but still isn't afraid of his own judgement. He can be a know-it-all at times, but he doesn't think he knows it all. He tends to have large groups of cats around him, and alot of cats like and admire him. He hates being alone and is scared of being alone.
• H i s t o r y : His past wasn't all that bad. No sob story here. His mother Snowface gave birth to him in Streamclan, a few moons after it was created. His mother went back to being a warrior after he and Flowerburst grew into noble apprentices and later warriors. Later she had two more kits, Adderfang and Mango. As a young apprentice Mango[ formerly Mudberry ] ran away. Stormstone was affected mostly because Mudberry was his closest sibling, yet Stormstone hadn't even known why he ran away. He moped afterwards, yet later to find Blacktail, his long-lost father. Now old and a rogue, Blacktail tried to kill him and Stormstone had to kill his own father. Snowface soon retired to the elders den and died in her sleep of greencough. Now Stormstone is utterly alone.

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• F a t h e r : Blacktail
• M o t h e r : Snowface
• S i b l i n g s : Flowerburst [Sister] - Unknown
  Adderfang [Step-brother] - unknown
  Mango [Step-brother] - alive
  
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None / OPEN
• C r u s h : None / OPEN
• M a t e : None / needs crush first
• O f f s p r i n g : None / wants

[houndjaw]

. w h i t e p o o l .

"where else would mentors take their apprentices for training?" whitepool responded as he skimmed the surface of a fallen tree with his pelt. he brushed past it, catching a whiff of the tiny fragrant mushrooms growing on its surface. the forest had always been a mystical place to him, shrouded in mystery and surprise at every turn. that was just a part of loving life, he supposed, though some things he could go without. as he thought, a raindrop plopped on his head from a tree above, and he shook out the water reflexively with a terse jerk of his head. water, for example, we could go without for a long time, he thought bitterly then carried on toward the training center with a conscious that adderpaw was close behind.

[Puddles.]

AdderPaw

When they arrived at the clearing, AdderPaw saw a tuft of fur caught on a bramble. He wandered over to it, thinking it was WhirlPaw's but then realized it wasn't hers. It's mother's! AdderPaw tucked it in safely between the brambles. He would come back for it later. He turned and padded back to his mentor.

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{ Is the mini-mod on by chance? }

[despairz]

(Could I reserve a spot for a queen, a warrior or two, and 2 apprentices please? Im on my Nook and I cant get the form or pictures needed)