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Name;

"My name is Dovesong."

Age;

"I am currently sixteen moons old."

Gender;

"I am a she-cat."

Personality;

Dovesong is an easy-going she-cat. She is fun-loving and can be a pure wild cat. She is a social butterfly around she-cats, but can be shy around toms. She fears being judged which might be one of the reasons she can be shy around toms. She can also be shy around tom cats if she likes the tom, but their can also be more complex reasons. Dovesong is very sweet and kind, and rarely gets in arguments with other clan cats. She will always put her clan first, doing whatever it takes to protect it. She absolutely adores kits and would love some of her own one day. When she isn't doing clan duties you will often find her keeping kits entertained. She is constantly trying to better her hunting and fighting skills for the better good of the clan.

Rank;

"I am a warrior."

History;

Dovesong had a very normal and average life when she was a kit. She was raised by her mother in the nursery, and was always eager to be an apprentice. She was the largest kit of the litter and was always practicing her fighting skills. As usual, when she was six moons old she became an apprentice. One day, her parents and two brothers were sent on a hunting patrol. They never returned. Many rumors have came up with conclusions to where they went, but Dovesong believes were taken by twolegs because when she went on a rescue patrol to find them, all she could scent was the twolegs musk. They were never found, and now she is the only one of her family left. Three moons ago, she became a warrior. Her life is just beginning. She can only hope her parents and siblings are safe, and will someday return to the clan.

Kin;

"I do not have any kin left."

Crush;

"I do not have a crush, no tom cat has caught my eye yet."

Mate;

"I do not have a mate."

Kits;

"I do not currently have any kits, but I hope to have some one day."

[tooru]

when I decide to hunt you down, you're doomed.
I come in the dead of night.
you will not see me.
you will not hear me.
you will not feel me.

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"My name is, of course, Inkheart.
It was chosen for my black fur,
which appears as though I was
dipped in ink when I was a kit.
Mostly because when I was born,
I was grey and faded into black.
The last part of my name, heart,
was chosen for the bravery and
kindness I showed throughout
my apprentice years."

"At the moment, I just
happen to be 47 moons old. It's
not a very old age, although I
suppose I am getting up there in
age. But you know what they
say: the older the wiser."

" I am, and shall always
be a tom, or male cat. I've
never had any other warrior,
apprentice, elder, or kit
accidently refer to me
as a she-cat, or female.
That's a good thing."

"I have had a great
many ranks in my lifetime.
First off, as every cat,
a kittypet or a warrior was,
I was a kit. Bouncy and
playful and seemingly
indestructable. I missed
out on most of my kit years
in the clan because I
ventured too far off,
and was snatched up by some
twolegs. After I had managed
to run away, I was promoted
to apprentice due to my
age. I served as apprentice
to the leader of the clan at
the time. Once I was promoted
again to a warrior, I was well
respected and loved. Eventually
I was chosen as deputy, and it
is a spectacular and fantastic
honor."

"My appearance?
Well now, let's see. I am pitch
black, with no brown or blue hue.
I am simply black, even when the
sun is reflected off of it. My eyes
change color with the seasons,
during NewLeaf they are pale
green, and if you don't look right
at them, they may appear to be a
light and cloudy grey. During Greenleaf,
my eyes become a bright and
vivid green, twolegs might say
they are "lime green." Once Leaf-Fall
rolls around, they are an orange red
shade, like the leaves when they
fall from the trees. The coldest season,
Leaf-Bare, is when my eyes turn
into a golden color, which illuminate
brightly at nighttime. I am a
large tom, with the average size
ears and huge paws. My eyes are rather
large, but the pupils are always
dialated. My body is skinny and lithe,
and I have no scars, disabilities,
or markings for the time being.
That nose of mine is black too match
my coat.

"Personality wise, many
cats and twolegs only see what
I allow to be shown. Which is? I am
brave, and would even try to take
down a whole band of the twoleg's
monsters. I am quiet but outgoing,
choosing to only say a few choice sentencesm
but I am not afraid to share my opinion
with anyone, even Starlcan. No one can
push me around, I hold my ground and
do not allow my opinion on anything to
be changed. So overall, a strong,
kind-hearted cat. No for the side
that I keep inside of me. I am
rather easily angered and irritated,
but never allow myself to strike out
or say anything hurtful. My feelings
themselves are very easily hurt,
although I will not show it to anyone.
After all, I must remain strong for my clan,
and hate and weakness it not allowed.

as the daylight faded,
and midnight returned
the sanity faded,
and insanity returned.

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"Hello! I am known
as Lonepaw, well, that's my
apprentice name. When I
become a warrior, I'll turn into
Lonepelt, Lonetail, or something
in the ballpark of that."

"Currently I am 11 moons old.
I became an apprentice when
I was 6 moons old, so I've
been an apprentice for...
five moons now. I just
can't wait to become a
warrior!"

"Do you really have to ask?
Well, I guess you do,
but then again, I have
no clue on how this works.
I, obviously, am a tom.
If I were a she-cat though,
I bet you all of the toms
would find me amazing!
I'm glad I'm a tom."

"I haven't had many
different or important
ranks, but I feel accomplished
each time I change to a different
rank. Sure, I've only been
a kit and apprentice so far,
but I feel special when
they bring me up before
the clan and Starclan, and
bestow me with a new rank
and name. Nothing can beat
that feeling."

"In contrast to my big
mouth, I am a rather small cat.
I am, as twolegs may say, a
silver tabby cat. My eyes are
a gold-orange color, and my
pupils are always large, even in
bright sunlight. My fur is very
thick and fluffy, and it
makes me hard to clean myself,
and also makes me heat up a lot
in the sunlight. My paws are
rather huge, and the fluffy
fur I previously mentioned makes
me appear slightly on the chubbier
side, even though I'm really not.
Those ears of mine are large,
almost comparable to
bat ears. It does help
with hunting prey, but
they're also bothersome
since they make me more
sensitive to all sounds."

"Well, everyone always
says that I have a big mouth.
Apparantly I can't keep a
secret, and sadly it's very true.
Although that's something
negative about me, I'm
also a very bubbly, social,
happy-go-lucky feline.
I enjoy talking to everyone
and everyone, unless they're
hostile or an enemy. Constantly
trying to make friends and put
smiles on even the grumpiest
elder's faces get different
opinions. Some say that it's
a gift that I possess, while
others say that it makes
me no better than a
bothersome fruitfly.
Overall, some find me
amusing, nice, kind, and
social, while other find me
annoying, bothersome, and
quite honestly frustrating.
Oh yes, and the blabbermouth thing.

[_caramel]

{■■■swallowpaw■■■tom■■■12 moons■■■}

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■■■name■■■
My name is Swallowpaw. I was given this name
for my immediate showing of stealth and
grace much that of a swallow. I was also
named this for the way I seemed to chirped
when I was happy instead of purring like the
rest of my den-mates. Another special
aspect about my name is who gave it to
me. When I was born, my mother died giving
birth to me, and my father had left the clan
two moons back, with no parents there to
name me much less care for me, someone
had to do the deed. So when
my mother passed, the leader of the clan
came to say goodbye to her before telling the
clan and as he did, he noticed me hunched
in the corner of the nursery. He walked over
to me and licked the soft white patch of fur
on my forehead. "Does he have a name?"
he mewed gruffly to the medicine cat.
"No." was her reply as she shook her
head in sorrow. "In that case, I'll name him."
he sighed, looking into the toms deep ice
blue eyes. At the moment, I chirped exactly
like a bird. Not that I had ever heard one
before, it just seemed to come out of my.
Crowstar chuckled at that. "He sounds like
a bird!" he then flicked his tail and looked
into the medicine cat's eyes, "May he be called
Swallowkit." He said before carrying the cold
body of my deceased mother from the nursery.
So I guess my name has a pretty big meaning.

■■■gender■■■
tom, last time I checked.

■■■age■■■
i'll be 12 moons old within the next moon,
and soon i will become a warrior.

■■■personality■■■
Well, if you ask me, I would say that I am fairly
outgoing. I love trying new things and going
on spectacular adventures. In fact, one
green-leaf, one of the other apprentices dared
me to climb into an owl's nest that was made
tediously at the highest point on a tall pine tree.
I'm not the kind of cat to back down from a
challenge, so I scaled the branches step by step
until I finally reached the top. I suppose I'm
lucky that I'm a bit small, or else that tree may
not have been able to take my weight! I'm also
fairly stealthy. I can walk through camp unnoticed
and I catch most prey unsuspecting my ambush.
I can also be, well, a little anti-social at times.
Some days when I feel sad or lonely, I can go ages
without speaking a single word. Although when I'm
in a good mood, it's another story, and I would talk
all day if you gave me the time.

■■■history■■■
Well, I am a clan born cat, and you know how
my mother left me, but let me describe my father
to you. Before I was born, my father left the clan.
Oh wait, I already said that. Let me explain why.
It was a cold leaf-bare morning, snow was falling
from the sky and a strong breeze tugged at every
cat's pelt. Everything was calm, serene, and silent,
until a blood curdling shriek of a cat in despair tore
through the air. My father had murdered his
clan-mate. They had never been friends that's for
sure, but no cat ever expected their dislike for each
other to take such a terrible turn. According to what
the cats in my clan have told me, the tom, Poolclaw,
had threatened to take my mother, Roseleaf, away
from him. This made my father furious and his
anger over-took him. As Poolclaw's bloody torn
body was dragged away, my father Raindust, was
banished from the clan. No cat knows where he is
now, but most figure that he took up life as a rogue
considering the fact that he despised two-legs. I wish
I had a different father, one who cared for me and was
there for me. So I was raised by one of the other queens
in the camp after my mother's death and was soon
apprenticed. So far I have done exceedingly well in my
warrior training and I can't wait to learn even more!

■■■crush■■■
well, I do kind of like... wait! i'm not telling you!

■■■mate■■■
why would I have a mate? I'm only an apprentice
for starclan's sake!

■■■kits■■■
why in the world would I have kits!?

~his song; A Thousand years, cover
by The Piano Guys x
~his quote; In three words I can sum up
everything I've learned in life: It goes on.
by Robert Frost

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[~PurpleKisses~]

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Hey, how's it goin'? I am Iceblaze. I am a Warrior. I am also currently 32 moons. Redpaw is my younger sister and I love her so much. I would like to be deputy because after deputy you can be leader! How cool is that?

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My fur color is pure white just like my father. My eye color is light blue. It's lighter than my mother's. Her eyes were a dark blue color. Im a bit muscular, not that much but it shows. I have long limbs and a long tail. My sister tells me that I am a perfect mixture of my parents and I tell her the same thing. I always adored her fur. It also reminds me of mother. Everytime I see Redpaw, I get excited and think its mother but its not.

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My History huh? Well I grew up with a mother, and a father and a older brother. I knew for quite some time that I had a younger sister but she was blind and deaf. So they fed her a death berry to put her out of her misery. I didn't tell my sister until recently about this. Anyways, my parents died of old age so my only family is mysister. My sister has this tough love personality. She would say some harsh things but will never insult you and will always shower you with love after, just like mother. My mother was so sweet, just like honey. She would forgive everyone for everything. She would just shower everyone with love. My father tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Everyone knew him as the serious one but when he was around us, He was so silly. My father always had jokes and liked to laugh. Sometimes I get sad because I miss hearing my mom's sweet voice and positive comments and my father's jokes.

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My personality is outgoing and quite the daredevil. Most of the time I am a ladies man. The she-cats are pretty! Anyways I am very loyal and defend my clan with all my heart. I hate arguments, It's so loud and then cats wanna fight, its just too crazy. During battles, I am a fast thinker and quick to move. I try each and every idea I have in my head during battles. On my bad side, I am loud, and I usually put everyone else in a bad mood. I don't mean what I say when Im angry too.

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Any crushes or mates? No not yet. I'm still looking. I would like a mate! And kits too!

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Hi there! My name is Redpaw(I would like it to be Redmist, If that is alright). Obviously I am a She-cat. I thought it was quite noticeable! Anyways, I am the Medicine Cat Apprentice. Its alot of work but I believe its the best job in the clan. I am 8 Moons, So I'm quite new. It's obvious of what rank I want, But just for the record, I would like to be the Medicine Cat.

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My Fur color is like a light orange tabby. My paws are white, along with my chest, and my underbelly. My eye color is amber. I get that from my father. He was famous for his pure white fur and amber eyes. I get my fur from my mother. She had fluffy orange fur with blue eyes. My frame is quite small. I know I will grow but other cats look so much bigger than me!

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My History huh? Well I grew up with a mother, and a father and a older brother. I didn't find out until recently that I had a younger sister but she was blind and deaf. So they fed her a death berry to put her out of her misery. It would of been cool to have a sister but you know. Anyways, my parents died of old age so my only family is my brother. He's just like any other sibling. He gets on your nerves most of the time but very supportive. My mother was so sweet, just like honey. She would forgive everyone for everything. She would just shower everyone with love. My father tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Everyone knew him as the serious one but when he was around us, He was so silly. My father always had jokes and liked to laugh. Sometimes I get sad because I miss hearing my mom's sweet voice and positive comments and my father's jokes.

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My personality is kind of a mix between my mother's and my father's. My brother calls it tough love. I am serious when I am working. When I am relaxing, I am lay back, silly and bubbly. Sometimes cats come to me for advice and stuff like that. I know what some of you guys many be thinking. 'She's too young to give advice.' Trust me, I seen and heard it all. My mother was the cat everyone went up to for advice, And I'd be sitting right there, Listening to the problem and how my mother would respond. Anyways I just love to help people out, It's my passion. On my bad side, I am quiet, so I don't blow up and let out all my anger on one cat.

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A Crush and a mate? Oh, silly you! That's not allowed! Though, there is no rule of against me drooling over some cute apprentices!

[indebted]

s o n g p a w [she-cat] [apprentice] [aspiring warrior] [single]

go ahead, say hi to lovely songpaw. charming and the perfect belle, she's not what she seems and quite cold to her enemies, though still in an insanely polite way. she never really insults, but states the facts she believes, and those aren't always flawless to others. not a flirt, she's proper and wouldn't think of becoming one of those besotted kit mothers. who would? don't underestimate her--she has few enemies, though those few enemies are usually arch enemies, and many friends, so like the typical mean girl, she'd easily and gladly use that advantage. she's not particularly sought after by the toms--they're only apprentices, but even as warriors she knows not many of them will love her or anything. she's more of a friend than a mate, and she's glad of it. she wants to be a warrior, not a kit mother. kits would weight her down and take years off of her. why should she want that?

songpaw is a rather pretty young apprentice, with deep, dark
blue eyes and silver fur. Her fur is has slightly darker tabby
markings though they aren't obvious. they're incredibly subtle,
though up close you'll wonder how you ever missed them at all.
she is a lithe, petite cat, and many of the apprentices and
even some of the larger kits are bigger than she is. she is not
necessarily agile, being very clumsy at times. her fur is not
very long and not very short, of the medium sort of variant
and not matted very often.

songpaw has had an incredibly normal past. she was raised in ravageclan, born in ravageclan--the typical life, really. her mother and father have died, but because of old age, not of battle or of illness, and secretly songpaw is glad. without her mother and father there is no one to press pressure upon her, and she finds life is so much easier without pressure. she is guilty for feeling that way, but other than that she's happy. as an apprentice she is desperate to become a warrior just like her parents. that's with all apprentices, naturally. her mother and father were both warriors. they pressed on her to become a great warrior like them and that's just about the most interesting aspect of her life.

she's eight moons old, two moons into her apprenticing and
proud. she's no longer a miserable kit, spending the entire
day scuffling around, playing with leaves. although other
cats may think she's acting too grown up, she hated playing
with leaves. leaves just weren't real mice and they weren't
real cats. she's female, obviously. she has no siblings, a
rarity but a fact. she doesn't consider any denmates like
siblings. she just doesn't--they were all either all tough or
they were like kits. at least to her.

she's a charming sort of cat, though not like neal caffrey in white collar. more of a darling, who always has smart aleck answers if you irritate her. she is easily ruffled, though, and although she won't plot murder and she doesn't have friends in high places or anything, she holds a grudge extremely well and won't ever forget it. don't count on her to forgive and forget, but as she holds grudges well, she also remembers cats that have helped her or were friendly. there is no benefit that is weekly or anything, but she'll remember, and maybe something'll come your way. after all, she'll remember and even if she generally doesn't like you, she'll still remember.

[wolfie.]

{{ Hey, I've edited my warrior's form into my apprentice's on the last page. x3

[Asherwy]

Okay! I'll take a look! :3}}