M i s t C l a n ・|・ { S e m i - L i t } ・|・ { O p e n } ・|・

[Spirit Lion]

{{ We can start now if you'd like. }}

[peter parker.]

▶ W O L F S T R I D E ◀

M o o d ; Pleasant
L o c a t i o n ; Camp
W i t h ; ...
S t a t u s ; Single

Wolfstride trotted silently into camp. The sun was just rising, dew drops sparkling in the weak rays of light that filtered in between the trees. He held a large shrew in his jaws and threw it on the fresh-kill pile as he walked past. He had decided to get up early that morning and get some hunting in. He liked hunting just as the sun came up. The pinkish sky looked absolutely beautiful and prey was just beginning to poke out of their burrows.
He had already eaten when he went out. He had the rest of the morning to be lazy and do what he wanted, so he sat happily in the corner of camp beneath the shade of an overgrown fern. His eyes lay over the camp, watching as the cats began to wake up and the hollow began to grow with life.
Hazelflower and Mousefeather slunk out of the Warrior's den. Mousefeather licked his sister's ear soothingly and she smiled warmly back at him. Wolfstride couldn't help but smile at the gesture. He loved the bond that the two had.
He noticed Ashpaw, sitting in the other corner of camp, his head against his paws, obviously frustrated with something. Wolfstride heaved a sigh. He always felt bad for the little apprentice. He was always trying so hard.



▶ H A Z E L F L O W E R ◀

M o o d ; Pleasant
L o c a t i o n ; Camp
W i t h ; Mousefeather
S t a t u s ; Single

Hazelflower sneezed, startling herself out of sleep as Mousefeather's tail whisked across her nose.
"Sorry!" Mousefeather laughed in a whisker. Hazelflower let her fur lay flat.
"You almost scared my fur off!" She giggled at her brother as she turned to him, her green eyes glowing.
"I'm gonna go eat breakfast, wanna join me?" Mousefeather asked as he got to his paws. He stretched his limbs in a slow fashion, one by one.
"Might as well." Hazelflower grumbled in a teasing tone as she spread her muzzle in a yawn and stepped in front of her brother as they exited the den.
Mousefeather licked her ear in a friendly fashion and she purred. They headed towards the fresh-kill pile. Mousefeather plucked Wolfstride's shrew from the top and offered Hazelflower a bird of some sort. She shook her head.
"I don't like birds." Hazelflower laughed.
"So picky." Mousefeather teased her with a flick of his tail as he tossed her a mouse.



▶ A S H P A W ◀

M o o d ; Frustrated
L o c a t i o n ; Camp
W i t h ; ...
S t a t u s ; Single

Ashpaw growled, hurrying to a shadowy corner of camp.
Why couldn't I get that move right?! I got up early... I tried a hundred times!!! My paw position was horrible, my haunches are like rocks. I need to be lighter! Ashpaw ranted to himself furiously. He had woken up a couple hours early in order to practice a move he needed to perfect, though he still hadn't got it.
She curled up in the corner, his head on his paws and his ears flattened against his head. He breathed heavily, though tried to calm himself.
I gotta be calm... it's not a big deal. He reminded himself, You'll get it eventually. He tried to encourage himself though it was no use. He had worked himself into his usual, angry state.

[ℱ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ʏ Ƭ ᴀ ɪ ℒ]

★The kits will be born later into thevroleplay and does anyone want to be a sibling of my cats?★

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• N a m e : her name is Amberberry
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Amberberry
• G e n d e r : Amberberry is a she-cat
• A g e : Words.
• R a n k : Queen
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Leader

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Amberberry is an average sized cat, her fur is long as is slick black.It shines against the reflection of the moonlight and her purple eyes sparkle, she has a scar on her tail and front paw, proving she has been into at least one battle.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Amberberry is also a loyal cat who puts the clan and it's kits first.She has a sharp tongue and his overprotective over her unborn kits.She only opens up to her true friends-the cats who she is close to and unfortunately if you are not one of them expect a nasty comment coming your way.Although she has a hard nature she will not neglect a kit and though she dislikes the idea of nursing a kit not born in the clan she still takes pity upon it but does not show one but of it however she will still nurse the kit, she hates traitors, boadt or cocky cats and practically any cat that tires ti touch her kits {They will be born later in the roleplay}.
• H i s t o r y : Amberberry was a great warrior, she had a warm personality back then and a strong mate named Swiftfeather.They both liked each other and that was pretty obvious to the clan, so that is why no cat was suprised when the news of them becoming mates broke through and spreaded through camp.But a tradgic thing happened, in the battle with Dewclan Swiftfeather died.2 strong warriors had came up behind him as he was finish off a Dewclan warrior on the ground that hissed furiously.The first cat raked its claws down his back while the second lay down a harsh bite to the neck.They both stood triumphant, later on when Mistclan returned to camp Amberberry began to worry as Swift feather had not come back, she was a quarter of a moon pregnant when she was told he died.She greived for many days and this is when her personality changed....

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• F a t h e r : ]Thistletail
• M o t h e r : Scarletleaf
• S i b l i n g s : Born an only kit.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : You must be close to her
• C r u s h : Impress her
• M a t e : Open
• O f f s p r i n g : Will be born later

[.Missy.]

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• N a m e : Hello, I am Swooptalon. I hope I am not being too rude as to introduce myself first...
• G e n d e r : I am clearly a tom...
• A g e : Though I seem quite older and mature, I am only the young age of twenty-four moons
• R a n k : A good, noble warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Nothing more I'd rather be

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Its pretty obvious, like me gender, that I am an orange tabby. Well, not [i]orange, but a bright gold[/i]
• P e r s o n a l i t y : If you should say so... I am mostly just a polite tom who tries his best not to get in to any argument. I am also really quick-witted and kind, but I can be harsh if put to the test
• H i s t o r y : Not very significant. I was born and raised in this fantastic clan.

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• F a t h e r : Dead
• M o t h e r : Dead
• S i b l i n g s : Stormsecret
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None at all
• C r u s h : None
• M a t e : Not looking right now
• O f f s p r i n g : Of course... Always comes to that question. None.

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• N a m e : Hi there, I am Shadowsecret. Crazy name, I know.
• G e n d e r : I am a she-cat. But I see where you could have mistaken
• A g e : I am twenty-three moons
• R a n k : The one and only medicine cat
• D e s i r e d R a n k : I love my rank

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• A p p e a r a n c e : I may look a little odd, but I am a smoke tabby
• P e r s o n a l i t y : I am sweet and sensitive, with a heart as pure as the water. I love my clanmates with my life, as I am loyal. Maybe the most loyal you'll ever see with your eyes and in your heart
• H i s t o r y : Not very significant, like my brother. I was born here.

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• F a t h e r : Dead
• M o t h e r : Dead
• S i b l i n g s : Swooptalon is my brother
• S e c r e t C r u s h : It is forbidden to find love, though I want it so bad.
• C r u s h : None
• M a t e : I cannot have a mate
• O f f s p r i n g : None.

[Spirit Lion]

{{ FallenStar :: Accepted || .Missy. :: Do you mind filling your form out a little bit more? }}

☾ Foxstar ☽

Mood ~ Calm, tired.
Occupation ~ Sitting outside of his den.
Speaking to ~ No one
Thoughts ~ Patrols..

The ginger and white tom sat beside his den and the High Rock, his bright amber gaze wandering around the camp clearing as the Clan awoke. Foxstar sighed and got to his paws, flicking his tail tip back and forth slowly, everything that he needed to do rushing through his mind in a flash. Make a new Apprentice.. Who should be her mentor? And who should go patrol with who? So many questions he had to answer with so little time.
Foxstar jumped up on to the High Rock, yowling to gather the Clan. "Cats of MistClan, gather below the High Rock for a Clan meeing!" He used the call that Spottedstar had used before he was even born. Is she doing fine with his brother up in StarClan? Foxstar hoped they were both OK as he watched cats start to gather below him.

∴ Icefur ∵

Mood ~ Happy.
Occupation ~ Going over to the High Rock.
Speaking to ~ Shadekit
Thoughts ~ Oh Shadekit, how you've grown.

Icefur had been making her way over to the fresh kill pile when a black ball of fur crashed into her. "Shadekit, what are you doing now?" The white she-cats voice was a smooth pur as she looked at her kit. "I wanted to catch up to you, Icefur." The Queen gave a small laugh and flicked her white tail over Shadekit's back. "Alright, then lets go eat something togeather." Icefur's green eyes were warm and full of love as she padded next to Shadekit.
Icefur's eyes flashed to Wolfstride as the two she-cats stopped in front of the fresh kill pile. "Good morning, Wolfstride." She greeted her Clan-mate with a soft and smooth voice, glancing at Shadekit as the small black kit reached for a vole. Icefur was about to grab a blackbird when Foxstar called the Clan togeather. "I wonder what thats for?" She looked up at Foxstar, half guessing on why he was on top of the High Rock. It wasnt just for patrols today.

﹌ ♦ Cedarclaw ♦ ﹌

Mood ~ Normal.
Occupation ~ In the camp clearing.
Speaking to ~ Ashpaw
Thoughts ~ ...

Cedarclaw had been watching his Apprentice pratice. The dark brown tom started over to the young tom, his eyes studying Ashpaw. "Are you alright, Ashpaw?" He twitched an ear, sitting down somewaht near the Apprentice. "You were pretty good at that move you were trying out." Cedarclaw added kindly, curling his tail around his paws.

⊰ Shadekit ⊱

Mood ~ Excited.
Occupation ~ In the camp clearing.
Speaking to ~ Icefur
Thoughts ~ Hmm.

"Lets go find out." With out waiting for an answer from Icefur, Shadekit bound over to sit under the High Rock. She was six moons old now, and every time there was a Clan meeting Shadekit couldnt help but get excited. Would Foxstar give her a mentor today? She could only hope he would, and the black she-cat couldnt help but wiggle a little bit as she waited for Foxstar to start talking.

[peter parker.]

{ I'll be back in about an hour :3 }

[bri']

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• N a m e : His name is Gorsescar, though it wasn't always. His previous names include Gorsekit, Gorsepaw, and Gorseclaw. His prefix was given to him by his mother for an unknown reason, and his first warrior suffix was given to his due to his large, thick claws. Later on in life, Gorseclaw's name was changed to Gorsescar. His name was changed after he received a severe wound during battle that left several large scars across the left side of his face and also took his left eye.
• G e n d e r : Gorsescar is most obviously a male. This fact is made apparent by his bulky, muscular body build and deep voice.
• A g e : Though he is old, Gorsescar is not quite an elder yet. He is currently 76 moons old, which is equivalent to just over 6 years of age, making him a senior warrior.
• R a n k : Warrior
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Gorsescar is happy with his rank current rank, and only wishes to serve his clan to the best of his ability. This, though, does not mean that he would not enjoy being deputy. But, he is aware that he is most likely too old for the rank anyways.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Gorsescar is a rather large tom with Maine Coon blood lines. He was built for battle with a muscular frame, long, lethal claws and brute determination. His fur is a mess of different shades of grey and brown that is long and thick, but also tangled and dirty. Gorsescar's eyes - or, eye, is a sage green color. His left eye is missing, though. In it's place is a sunken hole and a large, puckered scar.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Gorsescar is your typical old tom with a cranky disposition but a good heart. He's stubborn and hard headed and can occasionally have a volatile temper. Though, underneath his rather thorny exterior, he is a good soul that only wishes to serve his clan to the best of his ability, even if it means his life. Gorsescar has a secret fondness for kits and young apprentices, though he tends to be more cranky towards young warriors, claiming that they are typically 'arrogant' or 'pig-headed'. This isn't true of all young warriors, of course. Due to his fondness for younger cats, though, Gorsescar is a skilled mentor and has trained several skilled cats during his life. At the moment, he's too stubborn to become an elder, claiming the despite his missing eye and old self, he still has a few years left in which he can fight and hunt for the clan. Even so, the old coot still has several problems such as arthritis in his bones and occasionally poor depth perception. Despite these problems, the tom's mind is still useful and opinionated. Gorsescar would rather die defending his clan than pass on in the elder's den while he slept.
• H i s t o r y : Gorsescar was born in Mistclan to Harefoot, a warrior, and Hollowsong, a former kittypet. The mated pair had two kits, one named Gorsekit, and the other Larkkit, both of which were healthy. The family was happy, and the two brothers grew quickly, soon becoming apprentices and being assigned mentors. Their training was long and strenuous, but paid off in the end, both of them becoming able bodied warriors with good hearts and undeniable skill in battle. Larkpaw was dubbed Larkflight, and Gorsepaw was given the name Gorseclaw for his inconceivably lethal talons.
  
  As young warriors, Larkflight and Gorseclaw lived only to serve their clan and both proved to be great assets to Mistclan. Life went on perfectly for 20 or so moons, until tragedy struck. A huge storm swept through the territory quickly, catching a few patrols off guard and leaving them stranded near the edges of the territory. Harefoot was one of the stranded warriors, and had ended up being crushed by a large tree branch that had broken off in the strong wind. The senior warrior had died almost instantly, leaving his adult kits and mate to mourn his loss. The loss of his father affected Gorseclaw the most. He soon became reserved, and shut himself off from others. This was the time when his often volatile temper showed itself for the first time.
  
  A few moons after Harefoot's death, Larkflight and Gorseclaw had been out on a patrol with another clan member. Larkflight tried to confront his brother about his attitude lately, but this made Gorseclaw angry. The larger of the two brothers reared up and struck Larkflight, who returned the blow. Seconds later it had turned into a full on fight, Gorseclaw quickly gaining the upper hand. The third member of the patrol wasted no time jumping between the two to stop their fight, but but only managed to get herself injured by Gorseclaw's deadly talons. She ran to get help, unable to stop the large males from fighting. Unfortunately, the commotion of the brawl drew the attention of a small band of rogues nearby that had been encroaching on MistClan territory. Seeing the rogues, Gorseclaw stopped his assault on his brother and lunged at them, needing something to take his frustration out on. Sadly though, it was Gorseclaw against 4 male rogues and it wasn't long before he was overpowered, the left side of his face bleeding profusely. Seeing no other option than to help his brother, the already injured Larkflight jumped into the fray and attacked the male closest to Gorseclaw, quickly taking him down and finishing the job his brother had started. Moving on to the next male, Larkflight was caught by surprise when the third rammed into his side and knocked him over, latching jaws around his throat. Gorseclaw reared up, and lunged at the cat suffocating his brother and threw him off. But, he was too late. Larkflight was already dead. Despite his recent battle with his brother, Larkflight had been his best friend. His only friend, in recent moons. His death sent a hot spike of anger shooting through the large tom and he took on the two remaining rogues, quickly killing one in time to see the last one run off.
  
  As a result of that day, Gorseclaw lost his eye, his name, and the cat closest too him. It wasn't long before the once great warrior fell into somewhat of a depression, barely feeling the need to eat or live. It took many moons and the coaxing of his loving mother to bring Gorsescar out of the depths of his mind. Soon, things went back to normal, and Gorsescar put the majority of his temper behind him, not wanting what it caused to ever happen again. Life was almost good, once again, and it carried on like this until Gorsescar reached the age of 60 moons, and his mother became ill with a severe disease. She passed away a few days after contracting the sickness, and left Gorsescar alone. Despite his grieving heart, the large warrior refused to sink into the depression he had after losing Harefoot and Larkflight, and instead carried on, looking forward. Currently, Gorsescar is an old tom at the age of 76 moons. He will serve his clan until his last breath and refuses to dwell on his past.

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• F a t h e r : Gorsescar's father was a warrior by the name of Harefoot who was killed by a fallen branch during a storm.
• M o t h e r : His mother was named Hollowsong, a pretty maine coon she-cat that had been a kittypet until the age of 22 Moons. She then became a queen of Mistclan, and later on died as an elder due to a bought of sickness.
• S i b l i n g s : Gorsescar has one sibling, a brother named Larkflight. He perished during the same fight that caused Gorsescar to lose his eye.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : Gorsescar has no crush at the current moment.
• C r u s h : None.
• M a t e : None.
• O f f s p r i n g : Gorsescar has no kits of his own.

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• N a m e : Her name is Fawnleap. Fawnleap's previous names include; Fawnkit, and Fawnpaw. She was named after her grandmother, Fawnpelt, and given her prefix due to her long legs and amazing agility.
• G e n d e r : Fawnleap is a she-cat, a point made obvious by her slender frame and delicate voice.
• A g e : Fawnleap is a young warrior at the age of 19 moons.
• R a n k : Warrior.
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Fawnleap is more than content with her current rank, and only wants to learn and mature more before she will even allow herself to think of wanting a higher position in the clan.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Fawnleap is a rather pretty she-cat with a short, snow-shoe Siamese patterned pelt carrying the colors cream, white, fawn, and dark brown. Her eyes are her most striking feature. She carries large orbs that are a beautiful baby blue color, accented with flecks of lighter shades. Other than her pretty pelt and magnificent eyes, Fawnleap has a nice build featuring a slender torso, well muscled shoulders and hips, as well as long legs that provide her with great speed and agility. She's an amazing hunter, though her lack of brute strength make her a less than efficient fighter.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Fawnleap is sweet and soft spoken with a shy disposition. She is a loyal, good hearted warrior that appears to do no wrong. She is good tempered and good natured, with hopes to one day find a mate and raise a few litters of her own. Until that day, though, Fawnleap wishes only to be the warrior her clan deserves and to be there for her clan mates. Despite her occasional shyness, Fawnleap is a very social creature and enjoys being around others. She sometimes gets anxious when she is on her own. Her favorite things to do are playing with kits and climbing trees.
• H i s t o r y : Fawnleap was born to Dappledheart and Smokeblaze. Her birth started as a happy occasions, but soon began to spiral into chaos and grief. After Fawnleap was born, her mother gave birth to a stillborn tom and then began to hemorrhage, and quickly bled out, dieing only a few minutes after giving birth. Smokeblaze was distrught with grief, but managed to put it behind him in order to care for his kit, who he named Fawnkit after his grandmother, Fawnpelt. Fawnkit was nursed by another queen, and held in reverence by her father who doted on her night and day, cherishing the last little thing he had of his mate. Things were good, and Fawnkit soon became Fawnpaw, and then later on was granted the name of Fawnleap for her agility and speed. Smokeblaze was proud of his daughter, and the two were content with life.
  
  That changed, though. When Fawnleap was 17 moons old, her father went on a small hunting patrol with a she-cat by the name of Honeyblossom. The two were attacked by a loose two-leg dog near the border and both perished painfully, having been torn to shreds. This almost destroyed Fawnleap, as her and her father had been inseparable from day one. Thankfully, Fawnleap was mentally very strong and emotionally stable, and managed to pull herself out of a small bought of depression and mourning fairly quickly. She chose not to dwell on her father's death, but instead to cherish and remember all of the good memories she had with him.

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• F a t h e r : Fawnleap's father was a tom by the name of Smokeblaze. He passed away while trying to defend a she-cat named Honeyblossom from a loose dog.
• M o t h e r : Her mother was a sweet little she-cat by the name of Dappledheart. Dappledheart died while giving birth.
• S i b l i n g s : Though she has no living siblings at the moment, Fawnleap was told that there had been two stillborn kits in her litter.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None.
• C r u s h : None.
• M a t e : None.
• O f f s p r i n g : None.

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• N a m e : Dawnpaw is her name. Previous names include; Dawnkit. She was given this name because her mother's favorite part of everyday was watching the sun rise.
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Her warrior name is to be Dawnstep.
• G e n d e r : Dawnpaw is a she-cat. Though her small, feminine build his hiden behind her long pelt, her gender shuld be apparent due to her sweet and cheery tone.
• A g e : Still young, Dawnpaw is 6 moons old and has only just started her training.
• R a n k : Warrior Apprentice
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior.

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Dawnpaw is an adorable little apprentice with a fuzzy, long haired pelt that refuses to comply despite constant grooming. Her fur, despite it's resistance to being managed, is actually quite pretty. It's a light grey tabby color with spots of fawn tabby on her back and face. This thick pelt hides her tiny form and slender legs, making her appear larger than she actually is. Dawnpaw has average eyes that are a dark green color.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Dawnpaw is an energetic little she-cat with a good heart and a sweet attitude. She's smart, and kind, but often these traits are hidden due to her inability to sit still or stop talking, as well as her often stubborn and hard headed personality. Despite her mitch-match of adorable, yet occasionally annoying qualities, Dawnpaw holds potential to be a great warrior when she matures. Her favorite things include; watching the sunrise, as her mother once did, and playing with moss balls. It is also safe to say that she has a small phobia of heights.
• H i s t o r y : Dawnpaw was born to Honeyblossom, a warrior of Mistclan, and was sired by an unknown loner. She was the only kit in the litter and was dubbed Dawnkit due to her mother's love of the sunrise. She was a healthy and extremely energetic kit with a love for almost everything. Life was good for the small family. At least, until Dawnkit was old enough that her mother was able to resume her daily duties. The second hunting patrol Honeyblossom went on after giving birth, she went with a male named Smokeblaze, a fellow warrior. The two had been hunting near the border when a loose two-leg dog had surprised them. The best had attacked Honeyblossom instantly, before Smokeblaze tried to lure it away from the she-cat, only to get himself killed in a matter of seconds. Honeyblossom had been gravelly injured already and was unable to run. It only took the dog one more bite to end her. Dawnkit, still young, was devastated by her mother's death. Though, currently, things seem to be looking up for the little one, now named 'Dawnpaw' in light of her new apprenticeship.

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• F a t h e r : Dawnpaw does not know her father. It is said that he was simply a passing loner who had managed to charm her mother.
• M o t h e r : Dawnpaw's mother was a she-cat by the name of Honeyblossom. She was killed by a dog that had managed to escape its twoleg when Dawnpaw was 4 moons old.
• S i b l i n g s : Dawnpaw was an only kit.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None.
• C r u s h : None.
• M a t e : None.
• O f f s p r i n g : None.

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• N a m e : Currently, he is named Oddpaw, though his previous names include; Sammy, Patchkit, and Oddkit.
• W a r r i o r N a m e : Oddpaw's warrior name is to be Oddheart (Or possibly Oddeye. I have yet to make up my mind.).
• G e n d e r : Oddpaw is a male, though this fact isn't obvious from afar due to his thin build.
• A g e : Though an older apprentice, Oddpaw still has a moon or two of training left. He is 10 Moons old.
• R a n k : Warrior Apprentice. (I'd really, really love for him to be Medicine Cat Apprentice, though. If the person who applied for the position above ends up being accepted, I'm planning to ask her. ^_^)
• D e s i r e d R a n k : Warrior. (Medicine Cat if he can become the Medicine Cat Apprentice)

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Oddpaw is a scruffy looking piebald tabby tom with a lanky, long legged build. Oddpaw's fur is mostly white with patches of brown tabby on his face, head, shoulders, flank, and tail. His fame as a bit gangly, with his legs almost too long to be proportional, and his body being slender. Odd's eyes are mismatched in color, one a bright blue and the other a pastel green. His pelt is short in length and often dirty, but is fluffy and soft. despite his scruffy appearance. He's not ugly, but more of a quirky kind of adorable. He has a bob tail, and a notched cut on the top of one of his ears. Another thing that you should know, is that Oddpaw is deaf on the side of his blue eye (left) and it often causes him to be off-balance and clumsy. This is due to the bad genetics from his father's side.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Oddpaw is a bit off, and seems to be a bit of an oucast due to his almost comical appearance and lack of hearing in one ear. Despite this, he holds a kind heart and dreams of one day being a great warrior, or even a Medicine cat if his hearing disability proves too be too much of an obstacle for him to be a warrior. He tends to be a bit anti-social and is self conscious, but can also be adorable and friendly if given the chance.
• H i s t o r y : Oddpaw was born to a Kittypet named Sugar, who was outside in her two-legs yard when a loner named Joey (Who was a little insane) forcefully mated her before running off into the forest. It wasn't long after that Sugar gave birth to a single kit. Due to the circumstances in which this kit was conceived, Sugar hated him and, as soon as she was strong enough, took the newborn kit into the forest and left him heir to die. The nameless heap of fur would have died within hours had it not been for a she-cat discovering his cold body in the grass. The she-cat was a loner by the name of Raven who had been out hunting for her own litter of kittens. Luckily, this she-cat was kind enough to take in the discarded kit and named him Sammy. She nursed him and took care of Sammy until he reached the age of 5 moons and was eating meat. By this time, her own kits were almost ten moons old. Now that Sammy was 5 moons and her own kits were getting older, Raven decided to take Sammy to a clan not too far away. She dropped the young tom off as close to MistClan's camp as she dared, before leaving with her family. It wasn't long before the once again abandoned kit was discovered by a patrol and brought into the camp. He was accepted by the clan and given a new name; Patchkit, in honer of the patches of brown tabby fur on his pelt.
  
  A week or two passed, and the clan discovered Patchkit's odd tendencies, as well as the fact that he was deaf in one ear. The current leader had then changed his name from Patchkit to Oddkit. After this, things went on as normal until Oddkit was renamed once again and made an apprentice.

Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ

• F a t h e r : Oddpaw's father was a sociopathic rogue named Joey that raped his mother.
• M o t h e r : His mother is Kittypet. Due to the way Oddpaw was conceived, Sugar could not bear to take care of him and abandoned him as a newborn.
• S i b l i n g s : None that Oddpaw is aware of.
• S e c r e t C r u s h : None.
• C r u s h : None.
• M a t e : Words.
• O f f s p r i n g : None.

[ℱ ᴀ ɪ ʀ ʏ Ƭ ᴀ ɪ ℒ]

★Fallenpaw★

Mood ~ Drowsy and curious.
Location ~ Apprentice den.
Speaking to ~ No one
With ~

Fallenpaw shot up to the sound of Foxstar's voice ringing in his ears.He grunted but rise to his paws and drowsily emerged out the den as the sun shone on his white furcas his blue eyes saw Foxstar on top of highrock, he sat down away from the other aprrentices knowing they would just tease him.

◆Amberberry★

Amberberry sighed and got up as the silence was broken, she slumbered out the den and took her place next to the Queens. "I hope this is over soon."She muttered to herself.

[.Missy.]

{{ FallenStar :: Accepted || .Missy. :: Do you mind filling your form out a little bit more? }}

☾ Foxstar ☽

Mood ~ Calm, tired.
Occupation ~ Sitting outside of his den.
Speaking to ~ No one
Thoughts ~ Patrols..

The ginger and white tom sat beside his den and the High Rock, his bright amber gaze wandering around the camp clearing as the Clan awoke. Foxstar sighed and got to his paws, flicking his tail tip back and forth slowly, everything that he needed to do rushing through his mind in a flash. Make a new Apprentice.. Who should be her mentor? And who should go patrol with who? So many questions he had to answer with so little time.
Foxstar jumped up on to the High Rock, yowling to gather the Clan. "Cats of MistClan, gather below the High Rock for a Clan meeing!" He used the call that Spottedstar had used before he was even born. Is she doing fine with his brother up in StarClan? Foxstar hoped they were both OK as he watched cats start to gather below him.

∴ Icefur ∵

Mood ~ Happy.
Occupation ~ Going over to the High Rock.
Speaking to ~ Shadekit
Thoughts ~ Oh Shadekit, how you've grown.

Icefur had been making her way over to the fresh kill pile when a black ball of fur crashed into her. "Shadekit, what are you doing now?" The white she-cats voice was a smooth pur as she looked at her kit. "I wanted to catch up to you, Icefur." The Queen gave a small laugh and flicked her white tail over Shadekit's back. "Alright, then lets go eat something togeather." Icefur's green eyes were warm and full of love as she padded next to Shadekit.
Icefur's eyes flashed to Wolfstride as the two she-cats stopped in front of the fresh kill pile. "Good morning, Wolfstride." She greeted her Clan-mate with a soft and smooth voice, glancing at Shadekit as the small black kit reached for a vole. Icefur was about to grab a blackbird when Foxstar called the Clan togeather. "I wonder what thats for?" She looked up at Foxstar, half guessing on why he was on top of the High Rock. It wasnt just for patrols today.

﹌ ♦ Cedarclaw ♦ ﹌

Mood ~ Normal.
Occupation ~ In the camp clearing.
Speaking to ~ Ashpaw
Thoughts ~ ...

Cedarclaw had been watching his Apprentice pratice. The dark brown tom started over to the young tom, his eyes studying Ashpaw. "Are you alright, Ashpaw?" He twitched an ear, sitting down somewaht near the Apprentice. "You were pretty good at that move you were trying out." Cedarclaw added kindly, curling his tail around his paws.

⊰ Shadekit ⊱

Mood ~ Excited.
Occupation ~ In the camp clearing.
Speaking to ~ Icefur
Thoughts ~ Hmm.

"Lets go find out." With out waiting for an answer from Icefur, Shadekit bound over to sit under the High Rock. She was six moons old now, and every time there was a Clan meeting Shadekit couldnt help but get excited. Would Foxstar give her a mentor today? She could only hope he would, and the black she-cat couldnt help but wiggle a little bit as she waited for Foxstar to start talking.

Where?}}

[peter parker.]

▶ A S H P A W ◀

M o o d ; Miserable
L o c a t i o n ; Corner of camp
W i t h ; Cedarclaw
S t a t u s ; Single

Ashpaw looked up to see his mentor. He didn't make an effort to make eye contact and simply rested his head on his paws.
"I'm fine." He murmured. An obvious lie. His fur bristled as Cedarclaw told him he looked good practicing.
You know I didn't you incompetent rat! He wanted to snap at him, though he just unsheathed his claws into the earth, "You know I didn't." He grumbled miserably, "I was too heavy and my paw positions were absolute fox-dung." He sighed, remembering how he had even fallen over. He hated messing up.