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[Keriae]

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tom ;; 37 moons ;; senior warrior

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Name: Eaglestrike; given the prefix for his fur that resembles the mottled feathers of an eagle, and the suffix for his remarkable combat skills and style of hunting.
Gender: Eaglestrike is a tomcat.
Age: A hardened, experienced warrior, Eaglestrike is thirty-seven moons old.
Rank: Senior warrior, although he is known to act like deputy.

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Pelt Color: A sleek mahogany brown is the base colour to his fur, with winding and slightly curling charcoal stripes that identify this tom as tabby.
Eye Color: A blazing gold hue colours his optics, threatening and serious.
Build: Large, powerful with broad shoulders and rippling muscles.
Scars a torn, ripped right ear; a long scar on his left flank; a small scar on the side of his muzzle, running from the bridge of his nose accompanied by two smaller ones hidden by fur; and a thin scar on the inside of his left hind leg, curving briefly onto his stomach,

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Personality: A serious, no nonsense tom with a sharp tongue, witty mind and a rather aggressive attitude, Eaglestrike walks with a gait that demands respect and almost causes fear. He's quick to judge and even quicker to jump into battle with unsheathed claws and bared teeth, but he is unmistakably loyal and would risk his life for any cat within the Clan, no matter if they be the tiniest scrap of fur or the slowest and deafest elder. A smart mind, he'll think up plans that use the terrain to the full or weaken the enemy with waves of attacks. Eaglestrike certainly doesn't seem the kindest tom, with a rough, rugged exterior that is hard to break through, but he is undeniably a strong warrior and a good mentor. Stubborn he may be, not giving up an argument without good reason and full of pride that won't let him stand down from a fight but it can't be denied that Eaglestrike is a good warrior, although it may take some time to gain his trust.
History: "Pinestorm," a pretty blue and white she-cat whispered in a soft, gentle tone, her amber eyes shining with nerves, "Pinestorm, I'm expecting kits."
Her mate, a dark tabby brute, whipped his head around to glare at her with seething green eyes. "Then you are no mate of mine. Get out of my sight." He snarled angrily, and watched her go with no emotion. Every cat had been waiting for the moment when the mismatched pair would finally realise their differences and split, but none had been expecting it to be so harsh and sudden. Surely kits were a sacred gift, one to be cherished? But Pinestorm detested the wailing scraps, and made a point of staying well clear of the nursery at the best times. It only became worse when his former mate, Streamflower, gave birth to their single kit, a sturdy tom who bore his father's pelt.

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Scampering out of the nursery, young Eaglekit found the tom many whispered to be his father and rushed over, undeterred by his massive size. "Father, father!" he called, reaching the warrior's side and looking up, "Teach me some battle moves, father!" Pinestorm looked down at his son, disgust etched on his features, "I have no son." He sneered, getting to his paws and pushing the five moon old kit over with a quick flick of his tail. Eaglekit returned to the nursery, downcast. That night, he vowed to himself to never trust a cat without getting to know them first, and wrapped his tail around his curled frame, snuggling closer to his mother.

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A moon passed, and he became an apprentice. His mentor, a black tom, bearing the name of Rippleclaw was his mentor and taught him many valuable lessons, from the importance of chivalry, to the subtle art of hunting and the power of battle. He taught him that it was important to know not when to take a life, but when to spare one. He taught him loyalty and honour. At nine moons, Pinestorm died fighting a fox. It was no loss. At twelve moons, Eaglepaw became Eaglestrike. At twenty moons, he gained his first apprentice, who sadly died in a epidemic of greencough that also took his mother. He took part in many fights and battles, and he now wears his scars with pride; a torn, ripped right ear; a long scar on his left flank; a small scar on the side of his muzzle, running from the bridge of his nose accompanied by two smaller ones hidden by fur; and a thin scar on the inside of his left hind leg, curving briefly onto his stomach, all gained from that battle.
Family: A father who denied their relation - Pinestorm. A gentle soul of a mother - Streamflower. He had no siblings, and any kin of his parents is long since dead.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Kits: None

[»fly away]

>> Accepted c: thanks for joining, adding to the front now }

>> omg that cat looks like my cat mr.smith!

[Sleepy Little Kitty]

Name-
-{Echopaw}-

Medicine Cat Name-
-{Echosong}-

Gender-
-{She-Cat}-

Age-
-{9 Moons}-

Breed-
-{Siamese Mix}-

Rank-
-{ Medicine Cat Apprentice}-

General Description-
-{An absolutely gorgeous feline, Echopaw has snow white fur with the flame points of a Siamese. Her fur is longer than most Siamese Cats, hinting at a mix with a longer furred cat such as a Persian or a Ragdoll. She is a very small she-cat; petite with dainty paws and a long, feathery tail. She had gleaming, aquamarine eyes and small ears. Her face, ears, paws, and tail are all a brilliant orange tabby in color. She has a tiny pink nose with four distinctive black specks on it, as if she has freckles on her nose. All in all, she is a very pretty cat.}-

Fur Color-
-{A long-furred white she-cat with flame points}-

Eye Color-
-{Aquamarine}-

Build-
-{She is small and slender}-

Distinctive Markings-
-{Flame point, blue eyes}-

Anything else?-
-{Nada}-

Personality-
-{Echopaw is young, but she is a feisty, no-nonsense type of girl as well. There are two sides to this she-cat. First, she is a gentle, loving, and compassionate soul who loves nothing more than helping others. It's why she joined the clan and became their Medicine Cat. This side of Echopaw is the side that will talk to a kit while treating it, calm a panicking she-cat in the middle of her first birthing, and will help the kits in the clan come up with new and exciting games. This is the side of Echopaw that drives her, day and night, to watch over her clan no matter what. It is the side of Echopaw that makes her love every cat unconditionally, even her enemies. The other side of Echopaw came from growing up as the runt in a litter of six. Echopaw is not a push-over. Not in any way, shape or form. From the time she was born, Echopaw was a fighter through and through. She is a fierce and stubborn gal who will stand up for what she believes in no matter what, even if it means defying those in a higher ranking position. This is the side of Echopaw that would cause her to stand up to the clan leader and tell him to go to her den, even when he or she insisted there were other cats to be tended first. It is this side that would drive her to jump between an enemy and a clanmate without a moment's though. It is this side of her that is sarcastic and witty and charming. Now, keep in mind that she is still very shy and she actually fails miserably at flirting. But this side is definitely the more confident side of Echopaw.}-

History-
-{WIP}-

Likes-
-{She likes...
Her family
Her job
Helping others
Sunlight
Winter
Snow
Twolegs
Hunting
Having fun
Playing with kits}-

Dislikes-
-{She doesn't like...
The Warrior Code
Being helpless
Failure}-

Fears-
-{She is afraid of...
Drowning
Losing her family
Losing her Job
Telling the truth}-

Crush-
-{Open}-

Mate-
-{Forbidden}-

Kin-
-{Her brother Flamepaw}-

Kits-
-{Too Young}-

Other-
-{NONE OF THE PICTURES BELONG TO ME. ALL RIGHTS GO TO OWNERS.}-

[the vamps.]

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moosekit moosepaw mooseleap
kit|app.|warrior
23 moons

hello deary you must be lost. oh pardon my rudeness, my name is mooseleap. how i got my name you ask?
well grab a mouse and get cozy this may take awhile.
lets begin with my mother she was the most beautiful she-cat i have ever seen, her name was fallenleaf.
she was tortoiseshell she cat while my father was a crow black tom. back to the story of my birth and name.
i was born in late newleaf just the other normal kits were. my mother was laying in the forest sunbathing.
when she felt the cramps she caterwauled in pain and as any intelligent cat would do the medicine cat
and my father just came a runnin'. i was born beneath a weeping willow tree. ahh yes such a beautiful
thing. life. anywho. my name was undecided for a long time they just began calling me moose because
of my pelt. "come here moose." you would hear my mother and father calling. finally the name stuck
and so i became moosekit to moosepaw and then finally the leader granted me the name mooseleap.
i couldn't be any prouder.


my age now? well alright i suppose i could talk a while longer. i was born in late newleaf as i told you
before under a weeping willow. i became a apprentice at the age of..6 moons just like the others.
my apprentice ship went along just fine in fact i was one of the best fighters you could have ever
seen. i trained day and night. were getting off track now. i became a warrior at the age of 12
moons. normal. now i have been a warrior for 11 moons so..i am 23 moons. thats a lot
of storytelling.
we are going to keep this nice and simple now. i am a tomcat.

my personality eh? well lets get this over with we have been laying here for ages.
i am a strong, courageous, brave tomcat. i trained hard and worked for my position,
after awhile of becoming a warrior you learn the true warrior ways and being brave is
a great trait to have considering when you are in battle. i am rather light-hearted and
easy going i never yell, i would rather keep to myself than anything to tell you the truth.
my life isn't a pile of fresh kill you know.

my history? jeeze child your trying to kill me. i'm supposed to be on a patrol right now!
okay okay stop your complaining i tell you a wee bit about myself.
i was born into a litter of three, larchkit, dovekit, and myself. this may get a little sad.
we all got along great playing and prancing about, then leafbare came..ah yes greencough.
my brother and sister both caught it unfortunately i wasn't allowed in the nursery any more
i had to stay with the apprentices. it was a rough patch in my life. soon after my parents
and my siblings passed due to greencough. i stayed in my nest for days not wanting to
move, my life was gone.

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meadowkit meadowpaw meadowflower
kit| app. |warrior
8 moons

hello fellow clanmate. my name is meadowpaw, what's yours?
silly me lets get down to the point. my mothers name was cresentmoon and my
fathers name was tigerstep. as you should know my mother was a silver tabby
and my father was a brown/orange tabby. now don't ask me how i go these
colors in my pelt because i look nothing like what my parents did. or so i am
told.

i am an apprentice i was born in the nursery in early greenleaf i was a late
kit. i became an apprentice two moons ago so as of now i am the age of
8 moons young.
my gender is simple so lets keep it like that.

my personality? are you sure this may take awhile. i am rather bouncy
always jumping up and down in and helping around camp. bubbly. that
is what a lot of people say how i act, always looking for new friends.
one time i even tried being friends with a baby fox. it didn't work
out the way i planned. i like to give out advice even though i am so
young i have had a lot of experience in my little days.
sometimes i am sad and lonely and just like to hang around the
forest for awhile just to get away. i have been feeling a lot like
that these past few moons. i don't let anyone know how i feel.

my hist--- i would rather not talk about it but you seem like a
good cat. well here goes nothing. when i was just born my
mother had to run away with me so my father wouldn't hurt
me. he said i ruined everything and tried to kill me. my mother
did what she had to do, she left just inside the border of the
clan territory in hopes someone would find me. a little later
one of the old clanmates found me and took me in a queen
that passed away not too long ago took me in as one of her
own and named me meadowkit.

[lichenfeather]

Username;; Lichenfeather

Name;; They call me Moonshine. As a kit, I was named for what my mother thought was the most beautiful part of the night sky -- the moon. The suffix of my name came from my mother, whom I loved dearly.
Age;; They call it rude to ask a she-cat her age, but I am 25 moons old. Young, but brave, strong and ambitious.
Gender;; If you cannot yet see I am a she-cat, I suggest you proceed to the medicine cat.
Rank;; I am a warrior, but it is my dearest ambition to become the leader of our Clan one day.

Relationships;; My father was Bluetail, an excellent warrior and advisor. He died last year after an injury became infected. My mother was Willowshine, a brave, beautiful she-cat. Unfortunately, after my father's death she stopped eating, and slowly wasted away. My brother is Stonesong, and my very good friend. We were apprentices together.
Personality;; I am Moonshine. In my world, loyalty is an important trait. Cats of the Clan should stick together, by each others side for all eternity, even when they walk the skies of StarClan. I know I am far from perfect. Quite often, I am sarcastic and cynical. I cannot help it, for it was something I was brought up with, used to hearing my mothers sharp words, yet they were always meant in a friendly manner. Some call me a dreamer, wishing to be the leader of my Clan, and yet I do not believe I am. I know in my heart that I was meant to help my Clan, and being a leader is the best way I can think of that. I am brave, sometimes brave to the extent of being reckless. My loyalty drives me forewords, influencing my decisions and my actions. I am naturally suspicious to newcomers, but once they have proven themselves I give it no second thought. A Clan cat is a Clan cat, no matter where they were born. My heart is devoted to my Clan, and has little room for building close relationships. I'll admit, I keep a tight hold on my heart, for I am terrified of being broken. Sometimes I wonder if I can withstand more pain. I loved my parents dearly, and their deaths stole something from me, something I cannot replace and do not seek to. Being slow to forgive, I sometimes suffer from the grudges I hold. Despite my downfalls, I am brave, loyal and courageous, and seek to give all I can to the Clan that I love.
Eyes;; My eyes are a deep, clear blue, like the blue of deep lakes and clear skies.
Pelt;; My pelt is a soft grey, like a pebble or a star. It's thin but thick, and keeps me warm through the coldest of leaf-bares. I keep it neat and well groomed, so its glossy.
Build;; I am long and lean. My legs are longer than most, which makes my running faster than others of my Clan, yet also causes me to be clumsy at times. I am mostly muscle, sinew, claw and bone, unlike the pudgy kittypets who have all sorts of food that causes them to become large and fat.

{pictures are only approximations. they belong to their rightful owners. stonesong's form will come later}

[free.]

Skyflight

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|| Skypaw || She-cat || || Clan Cat || Medicine Cat || Reserved||

Name::
Skyflight
Desired Name::
Skyflight
Gender::
She-cat
Rank::
Medicine Cat
Desired Rank::
Medicine Cat
Age::
twenty moons

Physical Description::
Skypaw was born, runt of the litter. She was small then, and is still small now. In all respect, she still does look like a kit. This doesn't seem to bother the pretty she-cat, though. Apparently she has bigger things to worry about. In truth, she is a very pretty cat, if not odd. Her paws are small and delicate, good for hunting and stalking. Attached to her paws of course, are claws, white in colour and needle sharp. Her paw pads are dark brown in colour. She can run through the forest carelessly and hardly make a single sound. Being lightweight also helps when stalking prey. Though when it comes to fighting, this doesn't help. She would have to pair up with another cat to fight, because she is so small and easy to throw around. She has long, thin legs that are quite strong. This makes it easy for her to climb trees and also run. She is quick and agile, light on her feet. It's like she's tiptoeing or dancing through the forest. Her tail is of regular length, nothing to special about it. She has a slender, wiry body, with narrow shoulders and chest. Her head is small and her ears slightly large, giving her an acute sense of hearing. Her nose is triangular and pink. Her teeth are small, sharp, and white, and her mouth pink. Her eyes are bright blue, and when she looks at you, it's like she knows your every though, every secret, every lie. Like she's looking right through you and into your soul. Skypaw has short and silky smooth fur which she attends to regularly. She takes great pride in keeping her fur clean. Her main fur colour is a light fawn colour. Her belly fur, slightly longer and more dense to protect the vunerable soft skin, has longer fur in a cream colour. Carmel and tan coloured tabby stripes start at her paws, and start to wind themselves up around her legs, growing fainter as they make their way to her flank. Soon they dissapear altogether in her body fur. Her tail is the same way, darker stripes at the tip, swirling up and around until the dissapear completely at the base. On her face, there are light tan colour flecks and dashes that surround her long white whiskers and her bright blue eyes.
Personality::
Quiet. Reserved. Wise. Just a few words to describe this highly complex young female. The word that might best describe her is probably Complicated. She's different, especially from others her age. Definitely not your average Clan Cat.

Observative. Skyflight can spend hours watching and observing others. She is good at stalking, light on her feet and silent. She is the type of cat with no need to be moving around every few moments. Yes, she is anything but restless. She understands much more than others give her credit for. She is capable of understanding even the slightest glance between cats, and knows very well when she is being lied to. Or anyone else, for that matter. That's the thing, though. Even though she knows a lot about her clanmates, she doesn't go running around spilling secrets and lies. Only if she thinks it will affect the clan badly. She's not a tattle tale, and can keep a secret very well.

Intelligent. Skyflight is a very smart cat. She is good at learning, and quick at it too. Her very fine memory helps with this as well. Once she remembers something, it ain't gonna be forgotten, that's for sure. She's wise, much different from the other apprentices. Wise beyond her years, really. Others, though it may seem odd, will go to her for advice. She is happy to give it out if asked. Not only intelligent, the young cat is also very clever. She also knows how to manipulate cats, and trick them. She has this wittled down to a very fine point, and could have anybody eating from her paw in a split second, in a sense. But she does not use this freely. Only at the most needed times. Like say, for example, with a panicked cat who just won't calm down. Skyflight can weave false statements and beautiful words into a dream for another cat.

Distant. Though caring of others, as always, you might find that looking into Skyflight's eyes, you won't find anything but the blank colour of the sky looking back at you. She keeps a stone mask on at all times, and surrounds herself with layers upon layers of defenses. Though she is yes, happy with her life in the clan, she seems aloof, far away. She is reserved, and though has no problem knowing the secerts and lies of others, works very hard to keep her thoughts, opinions, and emotions to herself. She loves her clan, and is compassionate and sweet, thinking of only them. But at the same time, the talk of death does not bother her. She will be sad to see a friend go, but life moves on, as always. She seems content with death, and the thought doesn't seem to bother her. Perhaps it's her closeness with Starclan...or a more darker, sinister reason.

Calm. Mild and thoughtful, Skyflight is never ever crazy, wild, rambunctious, or panicky. She is very rational, and knows the very fine line between dreams and the real world. She is the calm in the storm. The cat who others can turn to for help. The shoulder to cry on, the ear who is always listening. She's a very good listener. Quiet, thoughtful, letting others rant and blow off steam and break down. She knows exactly what to say or do, and this makes her likeable and easy to talk to. She doesn't freak out, ever. Always on the go, ready to listen to instructions and do what she has to for the clan. So in a stressful situation, it's good to have her around, because she emits a calm feeling from her, a sense of 'everything's gonna be alright now.'

History::
Skyflight was born to Petalnose in code-breaking circumstances. Her father was a rouge, and Petalnose, being young and foolish, had fallen in love with him. So she had to travel outside of camp to birth. It was right by the border of clan territory, in an old hollow log where Skykit and her siblings were born. They were originally named Sky, Briar, and Shard. Skyflight was only given the name Skykit after what happened next. Petalnose almost birthing them, the poor sweet warrior. She was to weak to travel, slowly fading away into the paws of Starclan. She watched as Talon, her mate, found her, three kits squirming around by their dying mother. But Talon was a hard-set rouge, and merely bid her goodbye, then grabbed the two strongest kits and left, not wanting to be on clan territory. He would find a way to raise them himself. Being the runt, Sky was left alone, growing cold as the sun went down. It was only by sheer luck did a clan patrol stumble upon her and her mother, as Petalnose had hidden herself very well. She was on her last leg, and as the patrol watched in shocked silence, she told them the remaining kit was to be named Skykit. Those were her last words, as she finally faded away to join her warrior ancestors in the starry sky. Petalnose was buried, and SKykit brought back to camp, swinging from a warrior's paws. No one, of course, knew about Skykit's siblings except for her. She was raised by a nursing queen, who became her foster mother. She never told anyone about her siblings, or her father, and so the mystery remains to the rest of the clan. She sometimes wonders how her siblings are, and if they know about her, the clan, her mother. About Starclan. But she keeps her thoughts to herself now.
Crush/Mate::
None
Kin::
Petalnose - mother
Talon - Father
Briar -sister
Shard - brother
Kits::
None
Weaknesses::
-Her lack of trust
-Her inability to communicate well and understand other cats of her age
-Her lack of playfulness
-Fighting
Strengths::
-Hunting
-Learning; she is a quick learner
-Memory; she has a very good memory
-Speaking with Starclan
Theme Song::
Untouchable - Taylor Swift
Other:
Nada

Guppypaw{tail}


♒ { Guppypaw } . { Tom } . { Apprentice } . { Curious } ♒

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Guppypaw

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Guppytail

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Tom/Male

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Seven moons

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Apprentice

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Warrior

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Guppypaw is a very unusual looking cat. You might call it striking, for all I care. But I'm going to stick with strange. He is a small, fragile looking young tom. The kind of cat you'd expect to be a stray, what with his narrow shoulders and hips, skimpy frame, and fur that just sort of hangs off of him. He kind of looks like he never gets enough to eat. Which is most absolutely not the case, I can assure you. He eats whatever he can stuff in that mouth of his. Though his ribs aren't that hard to see, and he seems like a bird, lightweight and quick, he is not starving or anything of the sort. That's just his build, apprently. He has tiny, delicate paws, good for being silent, running, and finding pawholds in the tree trunks. His claws are long, white, and very sharp. Her has thick black paw pads that are tough, making it a little less easier to get a thorn stuck in them. He has long, slender legs, the same goes for his tail. He is the kind of cat the ducks his head and shies away at the touch of others, making him seem on edge at times. His fur is an oddity. Mostly sleek, the majority of it stays stuck to his body, clinging there as if for dear life. While then random patches and tufts of fur will literally stick straight up. Just random patches and spots of fuzzy kitten fur spiking up. It's quite comical, really. It is a very bright ginger in color, lightening here and there, with only a few tabby stripes in places. His stomach is lighter ginger, almost fawn colour, while his back is the darkest of all, a rust color. His paws are light ginger, and is legs have tabby stripes that spiral up until they fade into his flank pelt color. His face has a few white sreaks, and his eyes are rimmed with white fur, as well as his muzzle. He has a very angled face, with a distinct sharpness to it. His nose is pink and when he's curious or thinking hard, twitches and wrinkles up. His lips also curl up for the same reasons. He has slightly large ears, making him look off balance. Guppypaw also has extremely large, oval eyes. They are bright green in colour, and always looking for something, searching. Curious and intelligent. Mostly, he just looks odd, comical, and young and innocent. Naive.

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Guppypaw has short, sleek fur that generally sticks close to his body, though a few tufts of fur often stick up randomly, making him look very odd. His fur color is a very bright ginger, with only a few faint tabby marks. His stomach area is lighter, as well as his paws, while his back and rump are darker red in color. His face is medium, with white outlines around his eyes and dark ginger stripes.

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Guppypaw is still young, so his main body build hasn't quite fully developed yet. But it looks as if he's going to be small, with a slight build. His body enables him to be quick and he climbs trees very well. He has a long tail, a skinny body, and long limbs. His head is angular and small.

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Guppypaw has rather large eyes. They are the distinct oval shape of a cat, but very large, making him lok very young, naive, and innocent. They are a striking deep green in color.

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There's no such thing as a personal bubble; ...Guppypaw might be what you tend to call nosy. He's definitely a busy-body, and doesn't seem to have any problems whatsoever when it comes to getting in other's business. He enjoys knowing things, and is very push. Others tend to get very annoyed, and think of him as obnoxious. He can pester you for days on end about one particular subject, and won't rest until he is satisfied. The good thing about him learning so much, he is quite good at keeping secrets. And he doesn't really seem to care about them, as in he won't judge you. He is very open minded about things, and doesn't judge a book by it's cover, so goes the saying. He is extremely curious, always wanting to know more. He can be quite a handful at times, what with his never closed mouth, always streaming a string of words and sentences together. He rarely shuts up. Though he does enjoy talking, he also loves hearing stories, and manages to shut up long enough to listen well. Because though he talks, he loves knowing things, which makes him a wonderful listener, always asking for details and anting to know the story.

I could do this all day; ...Highly energetic, nothing seems to stop this little guy. He seems to have a high amount of stamina for someone so young. Just like a little kid, he likes waking up early especially to bother you, or so it seems. Unlike most apprentices, he doesn't mind work, no matter how boring. He'd rather be doing that than nothing. His favorite things to do are explore and hunt, because he can go all day, running through the forest, along the beach. Unlike most, he doesn't mind getting wet or dirty. He plunders through mud, soil, bugs, foilage, and water, whatever it takes to get to where he wants. He's all go go go, and often speaks or acts before he thinks. Often getting into a lot of trouble, he is a threat if bored. Because being bored leads to him being stupid, like trying to climb to the very top of a tree. A daredevil, he'll take any dare and seems fearless.

And the beat goes on; ...Determined, he never stops. Very loyal, you tell him to do something, he'll stop at nothing to do it. That is, of course, you actually have the right to boss him around. He takes no orders from fellow apprentices or kits. Eager and willing, he is happy to prove himself. Stubborn, once he sets his mind to something, there's really no stopping him. He takes a while to form opinions, judging cons and pros and observing quietly, before reaching his final reasoning. One of the few things quiet and practical about him.

The glass is half full; ...Optimistic, he is always cheerful and has a happy outlook on life. Despite how he hasn't exactly had the greatest past. He's very outgoing and bubbly and just...smiley. Full of laughter. It isn't hard for him to bring a smile to anyone's face. he likes cracking jokes and being the center of attention. Friendly, he would fall under the category of believing 'innocent until proven guilty' rather that the opposite. He is naive, sweet, and kind. Guppypaw does not become offended easily, and doesn't seem to have a mind for what others think of him. He's in his own little world, doing his own thing. He's a happy camper, all smiles.

This is everything I live for; ...Guppypaw needs something to hold on to, so he is not lost. A young cat, he has suffered so much already. If he doesn't have a goal, he is nothing. He becomes lost and confused, unsure of himself. Afraid of the world and of things being taken away.This is why he is a dreamer. He never lacks in hopes and dreams and thoughts, and is creative. But take that all away, he is but a lost soul, wandering around for the days to come. He needs something to grasp, because for his, dreams, hopes, and goals are quite like gravity. They keep him grounded, keep him floating away. He is indeed scared of the world, and though he often does not show it, lacks in self confidence. And even at times in the confidence of Starclan. He hurts, inside, he misses his family. Yet he is so young he understands little of what he is feeling. Night after night he relives the horrors of being torn from his family, and wakes up shivering and scared. He merely wants to be loved and appreciated, and kept from harms way. He is still but a kit, lost and alone, like a sailor in the vast sea.

{.{ l i k e s }.}

• Fish
The Ocean
Hunting
Exploring
Climbing trees
Play fighting
Training
Telling and listening to stories
Sunshine
Clouds
Butterflies

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

• Meanies
Death
Boredom
Doing absolutely nothing
Thunderstorms
Extremely windy days
Pouring rain

{.{ f e a r s }.}

• Those he loves being taken from him
Bears

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

• Following commands when his mind is elsewhere
He lacks in brute strength
Fighting
He's a busybody
He is easily distracted

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

• Running
Climbing
Exploring
Hiding
Keeping Secrets

fαмιℓy мαттeяs

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

Guppypaw was born to Salmonstream and Pebblesong, two fine young warriors, in the spring. He had three siblings, Lilykit, Toadkit, and Troutkit, and was the second eldest, next to Troutkit. Toadkit died within a few days of being born. Their mother, Pebblsong, died only days after her remaining kits opened their eyes, the reasons still unknown. It is presumed she inhaled some sort of poisonous plant or toxin, something along those lines. Salmonstream helped take care of them, along with a nursing queen, until they could eat meat. Troutkit was killed when greencough swept through the camp. Lilypaw and Guppypaw made it to being apprentices. Not long after, their father was killed by a bear. Guppypaw was now growing closer to his only remaining kin, Lilypaw. They were almost inseperable, and did almost everything together. But alas, it seemed fate couldn't rest on this young tom. Lilypaw, too, was taken from him. It was because of a fox. Her and another young warrior stumbled across the fox while hunting as partners, and it reacted too fast for anything to be done. It killed Lilypaw instantly. Guppypaw was crushed, and became very sullen and quiet and aloof for a little while. he was listless, but like al lthings, managed to pull through and get on with life. Though he misses his sister and thinks of her often, he enjoys his life, knowing each and every passing second, it could be taken from him. He seems at times very mature in this area for his age. Though just a young, reckless tom in every other way, he does know a lot about death.

{.{ m a t e }.}

None as of right now

{.{ k i n }.}

All deceased;
Salmonstream; father
Pebblesong; mother
Lilypaw; sister
Toadkit; brother
Troutkit; brother

{.{ k i t s }.}

None as of right now

[astro!]

the mad genius ☄

a p p e a r a n c e short; thin tabby tom with wide gray-blue eyes

a p p e a r a n c e long; swiftspark is a lean, sleek-furred tom whose face is always twisted into
a crazy grin... or at least, most of the time. His eyes, a deep, blue-gray colour, can often be
seen gleaming with mingled curiosity and intelligence, a combination some might call insanity.
Swiftspark's claws are infrequently used; he isn't the most athletic cat, quite thin for a warrior.
Swiftspark has never been good at hunting and even more hopeless at fighting. His pelt is dark
tabby, light brown overlaid with thin black stripes.

a g e; swiftspark is twenty-six moons.

r a n k; swiftspark is a warrior; however, his particular abilites make him poorly suited to this
position. He harbours a strong desire to become deputy, and later leader, because of his traits
that make the job a better one for him. He also was originally a rogue; he very much liked this
position, but believed that he should join up with the Clan because cats should help each other.

p e r s o n a l i t y; Swiftspark, as you can see before, can be summed up in two words: the mad genius. However, there's more to him than that; he's a very complex and interesting character. For starters, he is brilliant. Possibly the most intelligent cat in the Clan, his curious genius and fearless nature have made him not only incredibly clever but very knowledgeable, too, for such a young cat; this can make him seem older than he really is. However, his unquenchable thirst for adventure coupled with curiosity that sometimes seems as if it really will kill the cat makes him seem younger, almost kitlike. He's witty and funny, and of course, his problem-solving skill is formidable. Unfortunately, the problems he solves are often the ones he has created. Swiftspark is relatively fearless; he will walk calmly into danger on a whim of curiosity before even assessing the threat. He's an oh-what's-this-here sort of character, always cheerful; never does he mean to get in trouble. However, Swiftspark does seem to relish danger in a way that isn't very healthy; he loves a challenge. He also has a tendency to be stubborn; he doesn't brag, necessarily, but he can be very overconfident due to the number of times he's gotten himself out of a bad situation. One of the biggest traits about Swiftspark is that he's just fun. For him, life is one giant adventure, leaping into excitement; because of this, he does have a tendency to spend a lot of time out of camp, sometimes even out of the territory; only those who follow know about this. Swiftspark is a wayward adventurer, full of excitement and cheerfulness. He's incredibly friendly, and will talk to anyone, seeming to know exactly what to say at all times; once again, overconfident. Another big trait of his is that he often talks in a rambling style; this is because his mind is usually ten steps ahead of his mouth, and he feels a need to get everything said. Thus, his train of thought is a runaway one; he frequently will interrupt himself, and can be seen talking to himself a lot. Swiftspark's good in a crisis, because of the apparent joy he takes in dangerous situations. Despite this, Swiftspark is a great leader; he's fearless and, of course, intelligent, and he cares about others far more than himself. He's fine with danger, but if there's one thing he won't do it's knowingly lead another into a bad situation. Once he does get someone in trouble, he feels responsible for getting them out of it; he has a problem with guilt. It never leaves him. Swiftspark has an abnormally strong moral code; he believes in the rights of every cat, and if a cat's rights or life are in danger he will fight for them - not with claws, but with cleverness. Swiftspark's anger builds up slowly, but once he's angry with a cat, he's furious: and he can be quite dangerous when he's like this. Killing, for him, is the worst thing anyone could do; he even feels this way about the enemy. Like was mentioned before, he has a problem with guilt. He detests fighting, finding war unnecessary and costly, and will do anything he can to avoid it; he also has never been good at hunting or fighting. He's great at strategy, of course, but the actual fighting bit... and hunting... he has always been irredeemably bad at. Swiftspark can also be too idealistic, to the point where he's naive despite all his experience. He doesn't really go by the warrior code; rather, he goes by a code that he himself invented. That being said, he has a slight inclination towards arrogance. Also, despite his natural charisma, Swiftspark can be quite awkward in situations that involve emotional depth, which is, at times, awfully comical.
Leadership, curiosity, slight insanity, gleeful cheerfulness, guilt, morals, overconfidence, the wayward adventurer... all wrapped up in a package of brilliant genius. Swiftspark.
[ p o s i t i v e s ] - brilliant mind, adventurous, leaderlike, bold, cheerful, charismatic
[ n e g a t i v e s ] - arrogant, very poor hunter and fighter, clumsy, naive, overconfident, reckless, zero empathy
[song]

h i s t o r y; There is a reason for the guilt Swiftspark resents, a reason why he feels it's the worst
emotion anyone could have bear. He doesn't talk about his past, and even though he always
remembers it he is good at leaving the past in the past; he's not the type to be tortured by
past experiences. If you are close to him, then maybe, just maybe, he will tell you.

the little fighter ☄

a p p e a r a n c e short; thick-pelted gray tabby tom with darker stripes and olive eyes.

a p p e a r a n c e long; Wildpaw is a very small tom; he was the runt of the litter.
He is a gray tabby, with long fur and darker gray stripes that stand out like stark
accents. His fur is usually quite spiky and coarse. His eyes are a dark green, an
olive-looking colour. Wildpaw is sturdier than Swiftspark, but that isn't saying too
much; he still has a small frame, and his paws are far too big for his tiny body.
He has a very thin head and large ears.

a g e; wildpaw is seven moons.

r a n k; wildpaw is an apprentice; naturally, this is the place for him at the moment,
due to his age.He has a desire to be a warrior someday and work his way up through
the ranks, but then, don't all apprentices someday want to be leader? He hopes that
when he's a warrior, he'll have a cool name, like Wildstorm, Wildleap, or something.

p e r s o n a l i t y; Wildpaw is small and defiant. Ever since he was born, he's been the runt of the litter, pushed and kicked around. He is very defensive, but also very friendly, cheerful... and mischievous. If there's trouble in the Clan, he's the one to look at. Wildpaw causes havoc like no other; he's not a humorous type, but he does love pranks, especially if they involve breaking the rules. Wildpaw has a self-deprecating sense of humor when he talks to other apprentices, something that can be endearing if you don't notice that it's fueled by a secret sense of self pity; Wildpaw believes, frankly, that the moon has never been watching over him; he has been a bit unfortunate in the past, but he really should have a long chat with Swiftspark about misfortune before he goes around feeling sorry for himself. Wildpaw never voices his self-pity, he just keeps it inside him. This leads to him being a sort of two-sided character; on the one hand, he's the jokester, the center of attention and the one who loves to make fun of both himself and others through his pranks. On the other, he's a silently brooding young cat with a lot of issues. He also doesn't care very much about others, and has a tendency to be a bit selfish, which he hides with his outgoing and flamboyant personality outwardly.
This young apprentice is quite dedicated in his training; to make up for his small size, he learns hard and does have a very high level of skill in battle, contrary to his lack of skill in the planning phases. He's the type of warrior who is usually on the front lines, eager to jump into the fight.
Wildpaw's blatant disregard for the rules and his sense of mischief lead him into a lot of misadventures, often with a group of other apprentices; however, he believes that, unless you're a Clan leader, you only live once and you may as well make the most of it.
Wildpaw, unlike Swiftspark, is a warrior, not a scientist. He's a strong fighter with a lot of skill, brave in battle. He doesn't pay much attention to strategics; rather, he is one of the ones who will be boldly fighting in the thick of battle. His small size is used as a strength, and a way of deception; no enemy will expect such skill from such a tiny cat.
His personality probably started out as a friendly, happy-go-lucky cat, but was bent and twisted in some places by his littermates, and now has resulted in the cat you see today. Wildpaw is also quite cynical and pessimistic, which was quite obvious based off his aforementioned traits.
slight WIP.
[ p o s i t i v e s ] - skillful fighter, brave, friendly, cheerful, playful
[ n e g a t i v e s ] - self pitying, manipulative, decieving, cynical, pessimistic, mischevious

h i s t o r y; wip;

[»fly away]

>> Thank you everyone for joining, I am very grateful. All the cats have been accepted and I will add everyone to the front immediately.
One quick thing, Sky, what colour are Mooseleap's eyes? }

[Keriae]

(I noticed that you've described Eaglestrike's stripes as "dark grey". Really, they'd be more of a very dark brown (almost black) or charcoal black. I'm just very into cat genetics and colours)

[»fly away]

>> Ahh okay. I'll change that at once. Sorry for the misunderstanding }