☾ｍｏｏｎ✸ｅｍｂｒａｃｅｓ☾ｔｈｅ✸ｓｕｎ [ｏｐｅｎ]

[mamba]

{{May I reserve the following?
Medicine Cat Apprentice, Female, Prefix-Fox
Warrior, Male, Prefix- Risen

[elfish]

|| No, she can be a Clan member, Tigerpelt ^~^ A lot of people haven't heard of it xD

Sure thing, Valentine~ ||

[elfish]

[mamba]

[ vaporcloud ]
[ name ] [vaporkit . vaporpaw . vaporcloud .vaporstar]
[ age ]
[ twenty moons ]
[ gender ]
[ male ]
[ rank ]
[ warrior ]
[ history ]
[ As a newborn kit, he was the one expected to survive,
the real fighter.
Both of his siblings died, leaving him the only kit of the new leader of Ashclan and her mate. He was born with expectations to live up to, and he definitely fulfilled what he was supposed to, without a doubt. Within the next two moons he was already past what logic said any kit could do; climbing small trees, swimming, even sparring with the apprentices. A young queen named Otterpelt took in the little kit while his mother went back to running the clan. He still saw his mother everyday, but she returned to her leader duties. Curious, as every kit is, the tom decided to follow his mother into the forest one day. Seeing an unfamiliar cat on his territory, the kit pounced, clawing up the cat. It wasn't real. A soft cat, with cloudy insides lay ripped up before him.

Hissing, the tom tried to back away, but failed. He was now in the hands of some fur less thing that was gigantic. Yet, he did not quiver for a second. Instead, he bit down on the thing's paw, drawing blood. The fur less decided to grab him tight, and he squealed as the air rushed out of his lungs. Now this thing was asking for pain. It was nearly suffocating him. Soon he felt it let go, and opened his eyes. Vaporkit loosened his teeth, only to find himself behind some sort of cage. No matter what he tried he couldn't get out. The process of biting this female fur less thing became a habit. Day by day he bit harder, until he finally did enough that they just shoved him outside. It was the end of leaf-fall, or very near to it. By his calculations he was now at least five moons. Returning to camp wouldn't be hard. This place wasn't too far away.

As soon as the tom got past the fence and the first grove of trees he began to sniff out the Ashclan trail. He finally found one, after nearly three hours of searching. Following the scent back to camp wasn't difficult, though when he got into camp he was attacked by one of the apprentices he had sparred with a few moons ago. No one recognized him at first. When he explained his story the clan let him speak to his mother, who was ill. She had two lives left, and one was about to slip away. Knowing that her son was alive perked her up a bit, but she still managed to lose a life. Once she regained health Cloudstar was sure to make sure none of the fur less things came anywhere near Ashclan again.

Within the next moon he was thoroughly trained, and the night after his apprenticing ceremony his mother was brutally murdered along with the majority of the warriors, including his father. Not a cat but Vaporpaw knew what had happened, and no cat would believe the kit. Out of anger he swore revenge for his mother, father and the lost warriors. Sunspit would be his victim. That tom had killed his mother just to work his way into the deputy position, where he could worm his way into control. It wouldn't happen while Vaporpaw's heart still beat.

The flash of yellow eyes signaled the attack. A young tom, a kit truly, crossed the edge of the opposite tree line, his silvery fur glistening in the sun. "Sunspit. You might as well come out," The silver gray kit growled in a high pitched voice. "Really Vaporkit, I didn't think you would even be here. This is a battle for big cats. Your mommy isn't here to help you anymore," Sunspit teased.

A strong glare met Sunspit head on. "She is here. And so are her warriors," The kit said. Fear grew in the other tom's eyes, and he looked in the trees. Out of the trees walked a lanky she-cat, the same silver as Vaporkit. Her head was straight, and she hissed at the black tom. Behind her came almost a score of warriors, varying in color from a pale ginger to a deep gray. Before anyone else could move Vaporkit flashed his tail down, and all the warriors fell to a crouch. "Cloudstar, my apologies. I was just- playing around with your kit. He and I were going to spar," The tom tried to cover up.

"She knows you are lying mouse-brain! You might as well face death now," Vaporkit smirked. A demonic fire grew in his eyes. Slowly, he realized what was really happening. His mother touched his nose, her starry pelt becoming evident. She whispered a tiding to him before turning with her warriors and going into the sky. "NO!" He shouted, beginning sob. Over his crying he could hear the other cat's movements. Without a second thought he flipped around.

Surprising everyone, the kit unsheathed his claws, flinging himself back at the approaching tom. His claws pierced through the delicate skin around the throat, peeling it back. As the dying cat hit the ground the kit stood tall. "That's for my mother," Vaporkit hissed, spitting on his opponent's face. Knowing that killing the deputy would be gifted by exile no matter what, Vaporkit stood and walked away, pulling up friends along the way.

He had assembled what his mother would have wanted. A good, strong clan full of noble warriors and loyal apprentices. It was a dream he fulfilled for her, and only her. But, the dream failed. One of the warriors completely corrupted the clan, turning it inside out. So he and his niece left out, along with many others. They were a group of ten- the last bits of Vaporclan left over. Only his deputy Risensoul stayed with him and went into the same clan, and the rest of the cats spread themselves into the Tribes and other miscellaneous little groups.

Now he finds himself happily in Eclipseclan, and wishes to be deputy. Some say he wants to fulfill his mother's wishes, but he denies it. Vaporcloud simply wants why is best for the clan. ]
[ personality ]
[ - ]
[ pelt ]
[ silver tabby . short ]
[ eyes ]
[ dark blue . big ]
[ body ]
[ lean . tall ]
[ love ]
[ no crush . no mate ]
[ kin ]
[ cloudstar, rushingstream - jetkit, shark-kit, vaporcloud ]
[ kits]
[ n/a ]
[ weak ]
[ hunting . loneliness . past]
[ strong ]
[ fighting . leadership . protection ]

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clan ;; Eclipse
name ;;Risenkit - Risenpaw - Risensoul - Risenstar
age ;; 3 years // 37 moons
rank ;; Warrior
gender ;; Tom

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fur ;; His fur is a very, very dark gray- so dark it appears black. White colors his stomach, as well as each of his feet. It isn't very long, though it is a very soft texture.
eyes ;; Osiris has eyes that are a very bright yellow. They can inspire hope, fear, or love in someone. He has the eyes of a leader. Trust, pain, hate- it is all buried in those yellow orbs.
others eyes ;; He is a very handsome tom, and loves the way he looks. Love isn't top notch for him, due to the fact that he was once responsible for a whole clan of cats, and can't relieve himself of that feeling.

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personality ;; The tom cat is an easily irritated perfectionist. Many small flaws can make him upset, though he doesn't hit his max point until some cat breaks his trust. Out of everything you could ever do to enrage Risensoul breaking his trust is the worst. When it comes to finding a trustworthy, loyal cat all you have to do is look up to the strong warrior of Eclipseclan. His heart is in the right place- the center of the clan. Every kit, apprentice, warrior, medicine cat, and elder is part of his legacy; and he knows it. Risensoul would do almost anything to protect those he loves and trusts. Yet, he would do almost anything to not protect those who have broken his trust.
history ;; Kittypet. It's a word Risensoul hates to hear. His mother was one, so he was born inside a "fleshy" home. The tom was his mother's first kit ever, so she got distracted and forgot to begin cleaning him. Her mistake lead to his death- or so the "fleshies" thought. The humans got rid of the thought dead kit by placing him in their garden, under a light cover of loose dirt. That night, a kitten dug his way out of his grave, and mewed like crazy. Strength like that- will like that was unheard of. Eya, his mother, came out the next morning to find her kit alive. Shocked, but concerned, the mother took her baby and began raising him. She named him Osiris, after the Egyptian God she had heard the humans talk of. Later in his life the tom left the humans, infuriated by their stupidity. He left and found himself a life of solitude.

That is, until he stumbled upon Vaporcloud. The two toms had an instant connection, and within weeks Risensoul was the deputy. Others doubted the leader's trust, but everything went fine. The two are still the best of friends, living in the same clan.

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crush ;; none
mate ;; none
kin ;; none

Form (c) Flicker-

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clan;; n/a
name ;; Foxkit - Foxpaw - Foxfire
age ;; nine moons
rank ;; medicine cat apprentice
gender ;; she-cat

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fur ;; Soft, smooth, and short pale ginger fur covers the young she-cat. She has one white foot, and part of her face appears white due to its pale origins. Nothing about it is truly that special about her fur.
eyes ;; With eyes mainly blue, Foxpaw loves her eyes. A ring of pale gold is near the center of her eyes, giving them a real feeling.
others eyes ;; "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"

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personality ;; -
history ;; Her history was rather normal, with the only special things being her Medicine Cat initiation and her mother's death. The night before her apprentice ceremony, a fox got into camp. It dropped catmint in the center of camp, and then left. Such was interpreted as a sign from Starclan. Foxpaw's mother, Wingfoot, died in her second childbirth. None of the kits survived the birth, as they were trapped inside their mother's body.

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crush ;; none
mate ;; none
kin ;; Her mother is dead, and she never met her father. Foxpaw's sister, Dove(previously Dovepaw), is living as a loner.

[toast-]

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name}} sparrowpaw-- gender}} she-cat-- age}} seven moons--

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name}} sparrowpaw.

gender}} she-cat.

age}} seven moons.

rank}} apprentice.

wanted rank}} warrior.

fur}} her fur is a pretty mix of brown, tan, white, and a bit of black here an there. her fur takes on the stripes of a tabby cat.

eyes}} sparrowpaw has almost brown eyes, but they are an amber color. her eyes are quite large, and they sparkle when she is excited.

description}} sparrowpaw is a small little cat, who has a big personality dreams. of course, the only way she can reach those dreams is to get older and stronger. sparrowpaw has a pretty tabby pelt that has wispy, angelic look to it. her fur is slightly thick and extremely soft and silky. her eyes are quite large and always have an excited glimmer to them. sparrowpaw's eyes are dark amber almost a light brown, color. her nose is a light pink/brown color, and her whiskers are white. her whiskers are really quite long.

shortened description}} a soft grey-black-brown tabby with dark amber, almost brown eyes.

height--size}} small and lithe. she is about the size of a new apprentice.

personality}} here.

history}} here.

crush}} here.

mate}} here.

kits}} here.

other}} here.

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name}} larkfeather-- gender}} tom-- age}} seventeen moons--

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name}} larkfeather.

gender}} tom.

age}} seventeen moons.

rank}} warrior.

rank wanted}} warrior.

fur}} here.

eyes}} here.

description}} here.

height--size}} here.

personality}} here.

history}} here.

crush}} here.

mate}} here.

kits}} here.

other}} here.

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name}} robin-- gender}} she-cat-- age}} seven moons--

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name}} robin.

gender}} she-cat.

age}} seven moons.

rank}} loner.

wanted rank}} apprentice.

fur}} here.

eyes}} here.

description}} here.

height--size}} here.

personality}} here.

history}} here.

crush}} here.

mate}} here.

kits}} here.

other}} here.

[leblanc]

How can you see
Into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading me down
Into my core
Where I've become so numb...

Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping
Somewhere cold
Until you find it
There and lead
Me back... Home.

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and
Save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing
I've become.

Name;;
"The name's Moon, simply Moon."
Age;;
"I'm exactly 14 moons old."
Gender;;
"Did you think I was a Tom? I am a she-cat, thank you very much."
Rank;;
"I'm a rogue and proud of it. I'm not planning on being a Warrior."
Appearance;;
Moon is a black she-cat with icy blue eyes and a few scars on her
paws and sides, and her legs. She has a pink nose and pink pads,
and her fur fluffs out slightly. She has well-defined muscles under
her fur. Her blue eyes are so icy they could make a cat cringe.
She has one large scar on her side, and her pads are well chafed.
Shortened appearance;;
Moon is a black she-cat with blue eyes and well-defined muscles.
Personality;;
She has a dry-humored personality, and she ignores most. When
a cat is in danger shell resist the urge to help it but eventually
helps. When she sees a lost kit she gets a soft side and cares for
the kit until it is found. She can get snappy and tempered, but
overall she seems to have two personalities in all.
History;;
When Moon was a kit, she was born into the Clan at the name of
Featherkit. She was growing up to be an aspiring warrior, until
the Clan found out that she was mates with a rogue. They kicked
her out when Featherkit was a 'paw, and Featherpaw followed. She
changed her name to Moon because the night that her mother was
kicked out, it was a full moon. She has never seen the Clan, her
father, her mother or her siblings since then.
{Side Note, she was born before her sisters and brother because they
had come from a different litter}
Kin;;
-Rage{Father, unknown}
-Flowerpetal{Mother, deceased}
-Emberpaw{Sister, alive}
-Silentpaw{Sister, alive}
-Fallenpaw{Brother, alive}
Other;;
She's a Prophecy Cat

[elfish]

|| Valentine, all accepted c:

Pencil and Pen, no problem, but the last loner position was taken by Valentine's Foxpaw. Though Foxpaw will later join the Clan, so I suppose I can make an exception to that xD ||

[mamba]

|| Valentine, all accepted c:

Pencil and Pen, no problem, but the last loner position was taken by Valentine's Foxpaw. Though Foxpaw will later join the Clan, so I suppose I can make an exception to that xD ||

{{oh shoot. I forgot to edit that out! I already want her in the clan. my mistake!

[elfish]

|| Aha, it's fine~ I'll edit that right now ^~^ ||

[elfish]

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because when
I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone
I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight

I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear:
"Oh darling I wish you were here"

➝Name ;; "My twolegs named me Ciro, and I am still known by that name. What's yours?"
➝Age ;; "Friend, I have long since forgotten my age. But I believe I am about thirty-five moons old, give or take."
➝Gender ;; "Why, you jest? Do I carry myself femininely? Aha, I am a male, all jokes aside -- promise."
➝Rank ;; "I have been a loner for a season and counting."
➝Aspired Rank ;; "The Clan life is not one suited for me, and I am content with my current rank."

➝Appearance ;; By a stroke of luck, Ciro is a purebred Maine Coon. Who knew that two Maine Coon cats happened to be of different genders and mate, hm? And it was totally unexpected to the Twolegs, but a pleasant surprise when Ciro turned out as a purebred cat according to genetic testing. Like all Maine Coons, Ciro is a gentle giant. A big cat, but a softie at heart. He weighs fifteen pounds, perfectly average for his breed. He has a muscular, broad-chested, long body, with all parts in total proportion with the rest of his body; no part of the anatomy is so exaggerated as to foster weakness. His body feels solid, with firm muscle and no flabbiness. The Maine Coon was bred to endure harshness, so is it really a surprise that Ciro looks the part? He is muscular with substantial, wide-set, medium length legs, and large, well-tufted paws which makes walking in snow particularly easy for him. His forelegs are straight, the back legs being straight when viewed from behind. The tail is long, wide at the base and the fur on it is long and flowing. His head is medium in width, slightly longer than wide, with high cheekbones. His muzzle is visibly square, medium in length, and blunt-ended when viewed from the side. His muzzle has a pleasant, balanced appearance and is proportionate with the rest of his head. His chin is strong, firm, and in line with the upper lip and nose. The head’s profile is slightly concave, smooth, and free of bumps and humps. His triangular ears which sit upon the top of his head are large, well-tufted, and wide at the base. It appears pointed due to the tapering. His light copper eyes are large, expressive, wide-set, and an opened oval shape. His neck is medium in length. Of course, Ciro is still growing because Maine Coons don’t fully develop until four years of age.

The thickness of his coat doesn’t exactly help to downsize his great size. In fact, it only adds to the size of it all. His fur is semi-long, all-weather, and water resistant. Which is good, but Ciro has a fascination with water. The wetness and coolness of it all compels him to dab his paws in it. In the past, he would play with the water in a white bowl-shaped contraption, which his Twolegs were quick to discourage and locked him out of the bathroom from then on. Unlike Persians, his fur does not mat easily and is usually mat-free. Heavy and shaggy, the coat is shorter on the shoulders and longer on his belly and birches, with a frontal ruff. Tufts and furnishings adorn his ears. The texture of his fur is silky and the smooth.

The pattern of his fur color is described as ‘tabby.’ The color of his fur are narrowed down to three shades – white, dark brown, and light brown. His muzzle, the whole of his neck horizontally, chest, belly, and paws are all snow white. And let’s imagine the rest of his pelt, which would be light brown with varying shades all over the parts of his body which are not white. And striking over the varying shades of brown is a dark brown tabby pattern. On his forehead, it forms an ‘M’ pattern. The dark brown tabby stripe draws a crooked line downwards from the outer corner of his eyes, ending at the far end of his face. Towards the end of his tail, the dark brown tabby stripes get more and more busy until the ending two inches of the tail are almost completely dark brown (almost black) with some faded patches of light brown. Now, he is called Ciro for a reason. For one, his prefix was given due to the fact that he very much resembles a bear. Large, big, and strong – just like a bear. And his claws and swats are a force to be reckoned with. His claws are not only thick, but they are also long and very sharp, tapering to a fine, deadly point. Even with his laws sheathed, the points stick out of the slits of his paws.

➝Personality ;; Ciro isn’t what his name really means. Evil? No, never. Mischievous? Well, perhaps, but he’s not mischievous in a harmful way. No, no, he never means harm. Let me start this off properly by saying that Ciro is perhaps the gentlest tomcat you can meet. He’s very soft-spoken and never, ever raises his voice. Not even when he’s frustrated or mad! He always keeps his voice calm, soft, but it holds an air of authority. It’s a bit unexplainable, but there’s really something about his words that makes a catlisten. Maybe it’s his certainty, or perhaps it’s just the way he carries himself. Ciro is a gentle cat who would perhaps never harm a fly. Or, at least, try not to do warm. You see, he understands the limit. There is a limit to a cat, and when that limit is exceeded, the cat has no choice but to fight back. Ciro understands that, and he does have a limit. It’s just a very, very high limit.

You see, he’s also quite patient. Some say that he could literally wait hours, perhaps even more, for a cat to come to understand something. He is most likely the most patient cat one could ever meet. Even when shoved in a den dull of rowdy, rude, pushy, obnoxious cats, Ciro would not even twitch a whisker. He would contentedly lay in his corner and groom himself. Or sleep, whichever happens first. He would wait eternity for a cat and makes an ideal leader, I think. Patient. To lead a group, one needs patience. For without patience, how can the group thrive with such an impatient leader? It’s almost as if Ciro could put up with nearly any cat, and it’s true. So far, at least, Ciro hasn’t met any cat that could try his patience. He doesn’t get mad and it’s almost scary – it’s almost like he never gets mad. He keeps his angry thoughts to himself and keeps his expression and stature unreadable. What’s the use of letting others know if you’re angry, right? At least, that is what Ciro would ask.

He’s also very kind, considerate, and realistic. Some see the world in black and white, but Ciro sees the world in many shades in between. Over his lifetime, he has learned to accept things – even things one would normally not want to accept. This doesn’t mean he’s pessimistic, because he’s not (but that doesn’t mean he’s optimistic, either). It only means that he’s a realist. What’s the use of breathing in optimism if there isn’t any? Yes, even if a cat were to bear news that his parents had perished in a fire and his siblings died due to the infected wounds sustained from said fire, Ciro would believe it. That is, if there is sufficient evidence to conclude such things. He doesn’t jump to conclusions and likes to know the full story before giving his final judgment.

Furthermore, he tries to do what is best for his companions. Even if it were to perhaps hinder some of them, he earnestly attempts to do things to benefit the population as a whole. No one is ever happy to sacrifice a cat, but that is something Ciro is willing to do if he were given the choice between that and the total annihilation of everyone around him. It seems insensitive to others and Ciro doesvalue everyone else’s lives, but he has to do it for the better good. To his friends, Ciro is known to give good, honest advice. Honest in such a way that he avoids being rude and blunt – just honest. He’s always concerned for his peers and likes to help out. But he wouldn’t necessarily lay down his life for them. Is it selfish to value one’s own life above others? Ciro doesn’t think so, and although he values all lives, he would sacrifice his own because he is frightened at the prospect of inevitable death.

Like a kit, Ciro is also playful. It appears as if Ciro is all business and very, very serious, which is extremely false. Ciro likes to have fun and adventure. If one were to ask Ciro to travel the whole forest with him or her, Ciro would gladly agree to given the circumstances that he would have nothing to worry about. He doesn’t seek fun, however, and is not one of those cats that goes around seeking it and instead finds trouble. Somewhat mischievous, Ciro will sometimes play pranks or crack jokes. But his pranks and jokes are often times harmless. The victim of said joke or prank is often times left unoffended and unharmed. He doesn’t like to make a cat unhappy in order to make others laugh. And when Ciro sees a cat being humiliated as such, he isn’t afraid to step in. Of course, he doesn’t have his claws unsheathed and ready to fight, but rather talks it out. Cats were given tongues for a reason, he says.

Love and family-wise, I would say that Ciro is an adequate cat. He is a hopeless romantic, to bluntly put it. One day, he wishes to find a wonderful she-cat suited to his tastes and perhaps even start a family with her. Kits are something that Ciro has always dreamed of, and call him pathetic, but he’s already got names for them. He wants to become a father someday, and hopes to be a wonderful father that is always there for his kits and always providing the love and care that they need to become successful adults in the future. He would gladly lay down his life for his future kits.

➝Strengths ;;
• Strength. Brute, brute strength, given to him by his huge size. Without meaning to, however, Loki could break a kit's fragile skull with ease.
• His diplomatic ways, which some cats use to call him a 'coward,' but he still prefers to use his mouth over his claws. A gentle giant, if you will.
• Unlike most cats, Loki has a strange fascination and love for water. He's learned how to swim, though he doesn't tell anybody. It's more of his secret thing.

➝Weaknesses ;;
• Well, definitely it would be his bulkiness. He's not exactly graceful and is brutal without really meaning to. For example, snapping some branches when building a new den without really meaning to do anything.
• His unwillingness to fight. Loki literally explores every possibility of peace before unsheathing his claws, which is often times too late for chances of victory.
• Obviously, his kindness could be taken advantage of, especially since he's generally trusting of people.

➝Crush/Mate ;; "Unfortunately, I don't have either. And I'm not sure if I want to have another. My longtime mate, Mapleleaf, died only moons ago."

➝Secret(s) ;; "If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret."

➝Dreams/Wishes ;; "Nothing, really."

➝History ;; “Bah, you couldn’t have asked a more boring question! But the sun hasn’t set over the horizon just yet – I suppose I have enough time to tell you a story. Don’t sleep on me, though!

My parents, as you know, are both kittypets. So by birth, I was naturally a kittypet. I was raised in the same nest as my mother, with the same Twolegs to feed me. Alongside with my siblings, Romeo and Dumpling, we caused a lot of trouble. Aha, I remember this one time when we tried to play a game with the Twoleg’s goldfish. Let’s just say that our Twolegs weren’t too impressed with the mess and carcass left over. Hey, don’t look at me like that! Who knew goldfish were such fragile creatures? Da Vinci, my father, lived just next door to us and visited frequently. And whenever he did, he would bring small treats. Perhaps a treat he stole from his Twolegs, or a trip to the surround forest behind our wooden fence. Of course, he never took us too far in, as he feared and warned us against the dangers of the forest. Mother never liked it – us going out in the forest. I guess she had a reason to.

When I was about twelve moons, my father vanished. The Twolegs next door disappeared, too, and the nest was empty. Days later, a new family of Twolegs moved in. My siblings and I missed him terribly. Mother tried to search for him. She would sneak out and wander the neighboring nests, asking other cats about Da Vinci’s whereabouts. But after weeks, it became apparent that Da Vinci was never coming home. Mother was quite devastated by the news. She moped around for days and depended on the Twolegs’ and our (meaning myself and my siblings) care. But time heals all, and so Sushi did recover from her loss.

Meanwhile, we faced a problem with the Twoleg kits next door. They were small, only halving the height of a full grown Twoleg, and were very curious and rambunctious. Whenever I lay out comfortably in the garden, their curious faces would peer over the fence and they would laugh and giggle, pointing at me. The attention was strange, at first, and so I lessened my appearance outside. One time, my Twoleg took my outside for a visit to the doctor. That was when the terror of the kits hit. On their chubby legs, they just about tackled me and dragged me to their yard where torture commenced. Perhaps they thought it would be fun to spray water on me, or prod and hit me with sticks. Whenever I cried or shrieked, they only laughed more and continued. My Twolegs’ training and Mother’s words rang in my head – I wasn’t allowed to harm people. Only bad would come out of it. But when they started to kick me around like a piece of trash, I lashed out. It wasn’t on purpose, more of an instinct. My claws sunk into the girl’s leg and blood spurted out. Twolegs came running from every direction as the girl’s cry rang out. I was snatched up by my Twoleg, who came running from the nest.

I found myself in the place my mother described weeks later. Surrounded by mewing, scared neighbors and confined to a small space, I was unhappy. Through the glass, Twolegs walked past and often times tapped at the barrier. I hated it. Every time I looked at a Twoleg, it reminded me of those wretched kits. I would snarl and hiss, slashing the air between us. The Twolegs deemed me unadoptable, a menace, and I was then picked up by a girl who was walking down a dirty aisle to the back room. And I knew what was there. Animals that went there never came back…I was going to die. Frightfully, I clawed myself free and fled through the open window where I had newfound freedom.

Living on my own wasn’t easy. The cats were very rude and stole my kills. Some Twolegs fed me, others sneered. I taught myself how to hunt and fight, though I can’t say I’m a professional at either. I can get myself by, which is just what a cat like me needs.”
➝Kin ;; “Why the sudden interest in my kin? Ah, my family is really none of your concern, but I guess I’ll tell you just to sate your curiosity. My dear mother was named Sushi, a comical name to the Twolegs, and she lived a comfortable kittypet life. She once told me that she was adopted from a place that harbored cats and dogs and other critters, and Twolegs would come in and pick an animal to their suiting. Anyway, that’s not very interesting. My father was a neighboring kittypet who was known as Da Vinci. Oh? Yes, yes, they’re both still alive and well – I visit them sometimes. My siblings, a younger female and elder male, are named Dumpling and Romeo respectively. That, my curious friend, is my humble family.”

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She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, lonely like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away

Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say

Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This girl is on fire
This girl is on fire
She's walking on fire
This girl is on fire

Oh, oh, oh...

She's just a girl, and she's on fire

➝Name ;; "Oh, what do you want? My name? Fine -- Flightpaw, and it has been for three moons now. When I become a warrior, I had better not be given a stupid name! I want to be called 'Flightpath.'"
➝Age ;; "This is so pointless. I'm nine moons old. Want some mice with that?"
➝Gender ;; "By StarClan, are you daft? I am a female."
➝Rank ;; "Hm, nine moons old...does that make me a warrior? Of course not, dimwit! I am an apprentice."
➝Aspired Rank ;; "...Warrior."

➝Appearance ;; Flightpaw is a rather small cat, though she is nowhere near the title of the "smallest kit in the nursery/Clan." She has a delicate and petite figure, with light bones made for running with the wind. If worse came to the worse, her bones could easily be snapped by a falling branch. She could be crippled for lie due to her small size and light bones. Yup, she's the runt of her litter. The most pathetic one, the most forgettable one, the most laughable one. Whatever it may be, being known as the 'runt' was never a good thing. But her spunk and bravery suggests that she's much braver, stronger (personality-wise) than she looks. Anyway, moving on. Her legs are long, thus giving her the name of "klutz" by her mother. She often trips over herself, and it's not strange to see her running and then randomly tumbling forward. It's an awkward sight to see, but queens might insist that it's a part of growing up. She'll even out when she grows up, queens hopes. Her legs are the most strongest part of her, hind legs able to act as a spring to hurl her forward in a run. Her front paws are strong enough to deliver painful swipes, due to the fact that hidden in her white toes are sharp, long claws.

This she-cat has a rather normal pelt-pattern, to be honest. She doesn't stick out much, if you disregard her size. Now, imagine first that her body is completely washed in a light gray color. Good. Imagine pure, snowy white coloring starting from her 'nose bridge' (if cats had one, that is), stretching down her face, skipping her neck, and continuing onto her chest, only finally stopping at the tip of her tail. Yes, her tail tip is capped in white. Onto the subject of her tail, Flightpaw's tail is long. Longer than average, I mean, but not freakishly long. Her toes are also white, and house rather sharp, long claws that she uses to cling onto trees. The texture of her fur is soft, like a pillow, and the hairs are long, yet smooth. They stick to her pelt in a sleek fashion, so she doesn't resemble a fluffy gray and white cloud of any sorts. The kit's eyes are round and wide, always sparking with mischief and curiosity. Her nose is light pink. On her chin, there's a splotch of random white.

➝Personality ;; Flightpaw, despite her small size, has a personality fit for a blazing warrior. Her tongue is quite sharp and she isn't afraid to speak her mind. Often times, she mistakenly comes off as hostile and/or rude. Many cats are quite surprised as the first words that comes out of the tiny cat's mouth are usually unkind words. Her curious and rebellious mind often gets her into trouble, because she breaks rules as if they have no importance. But she always sticks to the warrior code, for it was laid down by StarClan themselves. But what the leader and deputy says? "Don't go there." Ha, you'd bet money that she would be sneaking out of camp to that forbidden place! She's gotten punished many times for doing things like that (she had gotten apprenticed late a moon for nearly bringing a fox into camp before), but she never seems to learn from her lessons. She's as stubborn as an ox, one would say. Once her mind is set on something, she's like a leech. Or a barnacle. Whatever she may be compared to, it is extremely tough to pull her mind off of said idea. When it comes onto the subject of pain, Flightpaw is very enduring. She can endure high amounts of pain that many cats can't, due to her stubborn mind.

The she-cat is known for her competitive trait. She loves to compete, but hates losing and always wants to be the winner. Everything, to her, is a competition. Who could hunt the most prey? Who could take on the most enemies? Who could climb the highest? Who could run the fastest? Jump the furthest? Even the littlest things turn into a competition for her, because she simply wants to be the best she can be. But, she's an honest character. Never lies, never cheats, and always speaks her mind. With that, she's a terrible liar and always fidgets restlessly when she lies.

One thing she is also known for is her energy. Oh, my, I would say that she has the energy to race the ancient WindClan. Even though she wouldn't win, she would sure give a long race. Her energy seems to be endless and she's always sparking with energy and curiosity. She's often seen fidgeting when she is forced to sit still, and doesn't like to sit still. Even during Clan meetings, she's moving her paw or slipping between the crowd just to sate her energy. She's filled with boundless energy that is sure to help her later in the future, it really seems as if there is no limit to her.

➝Strengths ;;
• Her boundless energy.
• Extreme speed and agility.
• Due to her size, Flightpaw could easily wriggle through tight, cramped places.

➝Weaknesses ;;
• For starters, it would most definitely be her fiery, rebellious trait.
• Too willing to jump into an argument
• Opinionated; judgmental

➝Crush/Mate ;; "Haha, I have better things to do than to think of this! But with that, I don't mind a particularly handsome tom."

➝History ;; “What can I say? Even if I told a story that equates to a legend, I'm sure you'll just stare at me with blank eyes and a line of drool spilling out of your mouth.

Okay, so let me give you the more dramatized version. One day, deep into the night, my mother yowled in great pain as the medicine cat attempted to soothe her. 'Kill --'

Yeah, no, not going to happen. Look, I'm getting real bored here, so I'll keep it short and sweet. My mother was Riversplash and my father Eagleswoop. I had no siblings and grew up underneath their care until the two mysteriously disappeared about two weeks after my apprenticeship.”

➝Kin ;; “Uh, my mother and father? Before you ask, because I'm sure you will, I am not sure whether or not they are alive.”

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I know that you're gonna hate me
For saying these words right now
But I ain't got no choice
I just have to let it out

Cause you see lately something's
Changed in my mind
Seems the fire within me has died
I'm a stranger to myself, don't wanna feel this wa-a-ay

You're so sweet, so lovely
But even so I let go

I don't know, I don't know
What's taking over me?

Your loving arms reach out for me
But even so I let go

I don't know

I gotta find my way home

Baby I'm sorry even now you're here I'm lonely
I'm so selfish, I ain't worthy of your heart
Wait here, and watch me walk away

I'm sorry, here's the ending to our story
When we're close I still feel like we're worlds apart
I can't stay, cause with you baby
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely (eh-eh)

You didn't create this problem
All of this is my own fault
I can swear to God that I've been ready to break up from the start

When you hold me I feel so out of place
I feel trapped I wanna run away
How come when I'm met by love it makes me weak and empty?

You're so sweet, so lovely
But even so I let go

I don't know, I don't know
What's taking over me?

Your loving arms reach out for me
But even so I let go

I don't know
I gotta find my way home

Baby I'm sorry even now you're here I'm lonely
I'm so selfish, I ain't worthy of your heart
Wait here, and watch me walk away

I'm sorry, here's the ending to our story
When we're close I still feel like we're worlds apart
I can't stay, cause with you baby
I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

Cause I'm just another girl, who's tired of being lonely
I can't take it anymore, goodbye

Cause I'm just another girl
Who's tired of it all

I just cannot stay cause with you, baby

I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
Baby I'm so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely (eh-eh)

➝Name ;; "Hey there! Y-you want to talk to me? Really? My name's Tigerstep, what's yours?'"
➝Age ;; "Thirteen moons old. I've just become a warrior."
➝Gender ;; "Uh, I'm a male."
➝Rank ;; "A warrior!"
➝Aspired Rank ;; "I'm happy where I am."

➝Appearance ;; Tigerstep is a rather average-sized tomcat. His bones are quite light, resembling a bird's. One might wonder why he wasn't named after a bird. "Birdpaw" or some name of its variant would've suited the tabby tom, but it's such a feminine name. Think about it. If you heard some cat with a name "Birdpaw," you would've assumed that the cat was a female, correct? And Tigerstep would've blushed (if cats could blush) in embarrassment if that ever happened. So, he was named Tigerstep instead. For the way the birch tree would shudder in the night's breeze. Gracefully, peacefully. Similar to Tigerstep's way of moving. This tom stands at an average height for someone of his build and height. Not as tall as some of the other apprentices, but not tiny, either. Just right, just average. Tigerstep's legs are slightly elongated, but he's no freak. Anyway, his slightly loner legs allow for a better run. He's able to keep up with the hearty cats and is only bested by the fastest runner. So it can be concluded that he has a build made for speed. A lean body with no bulk whatsoever. Not a great fighter, but an excellent runner. If he were to fight and was pinned, he might as well start begging for mercy because there is no way in StarClan's will that he would best the cat. Perhaps he could wriggle free, but how? Though he is fast, Tigerstep has no endurance. He can run at extreme speeds for short bursts of time, but cannot run for a long time and keep going. After several seconds of sprinting, he would have to slow and catch his breath. So with this in mind, Tigerstep put his hard work in hunting. He's known in the Clan for being the most hardworking hunter -- apprentice-wise, that is. He brings in the most plumpest prey in large amounts throughout the day and always makes sure that the fresh-kill pile is stocked for the Clan, despite not taking any for himself.

His fur? Oh, yes, his fur. Imagine a brown tomcat. Pure brown. Now, let me show you how the shades of his fur vary. The color of brown is much darker in patches around his shoulders, neck, and flanks. It's borderline black in color and it allows for a better blend within the shadows. His furs are sleek. If he had existed back with the ancient Clans, he would've been considered a RiverClan and WindClan cross cat. Sleek, smooth tabby pelt and a swift build. Now, it's not only his pelt that makes him a RiverClan cat. He can swim. Not many cats in EndClan can swim and he's often scoffed at for the skill, but Tigerstep can still swim. His pelt is light and therefore he won't be tugged down by the weight of heavy fur. As leaf-bare rolls along, though, he gets chilly easily and is usually seen trying to conserve warmth. Oh, dear, did I drop the subject of his fur color? Keep that black-brown fur shading in your mind! Don't lose it! Now, imagine those black tabby marks that score over his smooth pelt. Marking his face and framing his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Tigerstep's eyes are perhaps the most spookiest part of him. Even Coffee complained of his eyes, but perhaps it was just because his eyes were an exact replica of a lion's. His eyes are yellow. Not just a plain shade of yellow, you see. It's a muted yellow with hints of amber shades within it. His eyes seem to glow, especially in the darkness, and hold a lot of emotion. Yes, his eyes are expressive. Although he has thought himself to not show emotion that much, one thing he cannot change is the showcasing of emotions via his eyes. When angry, his yellow eyes blaze and glow. Sad? Liquid-y and dim. Bored? Dimly lit and half-lidded. Happy? Bright and filled with all of the joy in the world.

➝Personality ;; Tigerstep is definitely a sweetheart, I'd imagine. He's very kind and gentle, and never bears ill will of anyone. You know the saying, "Kill 'em with kindness," right? Well,Tigerstep lives by that rule. No matter the persona of the cat -- be it rude, cruel, murderous, or just messed up -- Tigerstep keeps a friendly face and tone. He's more than willing to help others and will often go out of his way to do so. For example, if his fellow Clanmate does not have enough bedding to keep him/herself warm, then Tigerstep will willingly give him/her some of his. If some cat is too weak to walk, then Tigerstep will gladly run all of his/her errands without a complaint. There is no end to kindness in his heart, for he loves to help others and see others get better and feel helped. It's also a trait that gets him laughed at and easily deceived. Any cat with the will do to do can easily manipulate Tigerstep. For example, if his friend told him that she/he was sick, then Tigerstep will do everything for him/her. Groom his/her fur, fetch prey and water, and do anything to make him/her comfortable. Let's say that this particular friend gets better, but enjoys having someone to work for him/her. Without Tigerstep's knowledge, he/she can easily continue to feign sickness to earn Tigerstep's eternal help.

And that's exactly my next point. Tigerstep is too innocent for his own good. When he's being bullied, often times he doesn't do anything about it because he doesn't know what to do/want to. After all, he's such a placid cat. He never wants to fight and would rather talk things out than to use claws and fangs. Why hurt somebody when one can simply use words, he always questions. He's often clueless to the world and doesn't understand why things happen, sometimes. For example, if two Clans were at war, he wouldn't understand. Why not talk? Why fight? Those would be the two questions that he would ask.

Therefore, it's easy to say that Tigerstep is eloquent. He knows how to craft his words to have its correct effect on the cat he's talking to. But he would never use his skills for evil things. He simply uses his skills to help others. Soothe a grieving cat. Untangle a messy argument. Help others. Yup, those are the main uses for his eloquent ways. Rarely does he ever use his skills to manipulate a cat, because Tigerstep has morals and only finds that very, very wrong. He would never knowingly use a cat for his own good.

He's also an honest cat. He never lies, and could never lie without the guilt gnawing at him. If he lies, then it's safe to say that StarClan will disappear because it will never happen. But, it doesn't mean that he's rude. He only tells the honest truth to others, and that's that. The honest truth. He's also quite brave in the aspect that he's willing to sacrifice everything he has -- family and himself -- to save his Clan. To him, the Clan is something that can never, ever be replaced and he's always fascinated how loners could live the life they have. He shivers at the thought -- the thought of wandering the forest aimlessly with no place and no one to call home and family. To steal foods from others and be hated. No, Tigerstep cannot live that kind of life.

Tigerstep's major flaw is that he feels strongly indebted to those around him, especially his Clan. Even if a cat does a tiny favor for him, Tigerstep will feel indebted to that certain cat for life. It's a very silly notion, but it's something that Tigerstep believes in. He repays his debts fairly and never leaves one untouched. But when cats don't repay their debts to him, he doesn't mind. He's a selfless and generous cat that just loves to make life easier for everyone. A smaller flaw, though some may think this is the bigger one, is that he's a very, very forgiving cat. He doesn't hold grudges and forgives way too easily for one's tastes.

➝Strengths ;;
• He's a fine hunter. Most of his hunts are successful and he usually brings back the most prey.
• Honestly, Tigerstep might be one of the hardest workers in the Clan. He's a workaholic and is determined to do anything to benefit the Clan.
• Due to her size, Tigerstep could easily wriggle through tight, cramped places.

➝Weaknesses ;;
• Not the greatest fighter at all.
• He's a huge pushover and lacks confidence
• Sensitive

➝Crush/Mate ;; "Who would like me?"

➝History ;; “It's going to be boring; I don't have a dramatic history. According to the queen that nursed me, my mother was a rogue who had been terrorizing the Clan for several days before she turned herself in. The Clan was angry and threatened her with death, as she had chased a fox into camp that killed two warriors. She agreed to their punishments on one condition -- that her kit (me) would be allowed into the Clan and raised with love. The Clan thought it was a strange condition, but they agreed and gave me to a gray-furred queen, Graysmoke, to nurse me. Word is that she was then released into the forest and the warriors and apprentices chased her down like prey...

Other than that, I was brought up normally. I've always felt strange -- as if I'm not truly accepted -- but I'm really trying to fit in here. Graysmoke died two moons ago in her sleep. She was the only motherly figure I had...I'll miss her terribly, but I know she's hunting with StarClan without a worry in the world. I'm currently a warrior and hope that I can serve the Clan that graciously raised me!”

➝Kin ;; “I don't know them. My mother dropped me off to the Clan when I was only a moon old...all I remember is her scent.”