ＭＡＰＬＥＣＬＡＮ || ＲＯＣＫＣＬＡＮ [ semi-lit ]

[a s h e s.]

ＲＥＤ ＳＴＡＲ

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“Ａｌｌ ｔｈａｔ ｉｓ ｇｏｌｄ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｇｌｉｔｔｅｒ,
Ｎｏｔ ａｌｌ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｗｈｏ ｗａｎｄｅｒ ａｒｅ ｌｏｓｔ;
Ｔｈｅ ｏｌｄ ｔｈａｔ ｉｓ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｗｉｔｈｅｒ,
Ｄｅｅｐ ｒｏｏｔｓ ａｒｅ ｎｏｔ ｒｅａｃｈｅｄ ｂｙ ｔｈｅ ｆｒｏｓｔ.

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ-ｆｌａｍｅ- ｓｔａｒ

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nickname;; Redstar...
gender;; Tom (male)
age;; 39 moons (3 years & 3 months)
birthday;; November
birth location;; In the nursery.
breed;; North American Shorthair
disabilities;; None physically

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current clan;; Rockclan
current rank;; Leader
past ranks;; kit, apprentice, warrior, deputy
past clans;; Always Rockclan
past homes;; Always in the Clans

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undercoat;; red-brown
overcoat;; red
patterns;; His fur appears a simple red from
far away, but up close you
can see a multitude of reds & browns.
The sunlight makes his pelt look like Autumn leaves,
thus earning his name. His tail-tip is black,
as are his nose and paw-pads.
distinct markings;; Just his tail-tip (black).
nose color;; black
eye color;; Bright blue
claw color;; Black

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crush;; The medicine cat, Dewdrop (shhh)
mate;; She died a long time ago.
kits;; none currently
past mate;; Her name was Brooksong.
past crush;; Brooksong, became Redstar's mate before death.
turn on;; Redstar admires courage above all.
If a she-cat stands up for her beliefs, he will
notice. He also looks for loyalty,
even in the face of danger.
turn off;; Redstar hates when cats look
down on others. He is a leader,
that doesn't mean cats must follow him. Right?
status;; He likes a she-cat, so...looking?

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Redstar was born in a litter of three. His two sisters were named Granitekit and Earthkit. Classic Rockclan names. However, his father was from Mapleclan, and he looked just like his father, so Red'kit' was named after him. His father was the Mapleclan deputy, one of the most respected cats in the Clans, but the tom was driven out because of his affair. Redkit knew his father was really a great tom, and hoped to live up to the name. His sister Earthkit began training as a medicine cat, but later left the Clan for a loner she'd fallen for. His other sister, Granitekit, died as a kit. So, Redpaw grew up virtually alone.

xxxx Still, Redpaw was popular; he was a good-looking tom that was great in battle, but still kind. He learned about the world and helped everyone. He trained as hard as he could. When named a warrior, he fell in love with a she-cat named Brooksong. She was a beautiful golden tabby with bright blue eyes. They loved each other more than anything. One cold winter night, a storm flooded the cave, drowning Brooksong and several others. Redflame was devastated, going into a depression for many moons. He was shocked to be named deputy, and knew he had to fill his role. He was a deputy for 8 seasons (two years) before the leader, DustStar, died. He was proud to be leader, and worked on making the Clan strong. His lives were given to him by his parents, whom had both died, his mate, and his young sister Granitekit, among others. He vowed to always remember to use those lives only for good, and keeping RockClan strong. Despite his half-clan status, he is one of the most loyal cats.

xxxx Redstar tends to be wary of inter-clan relationships. Most of his family was driven out because of them. Still, he knows how it feels, and isn't too judgmental. He believes that everything happens for a reason. Starclan knows what is best, and he will follow their decisions. Redstar also thinks that every cat deserves a chance. So what if a kit is small, that doesn't mean he can't be a leader one day. After all, who would expect a lonely half-clan cat to become leader?

xxxx Redstar can be very sensitive. This is his only weakness, but it is a great one. If anycat insults his origins, or says he is doing something wrong, he'll believe them. He will try to fix what is wrong. However, he can't fix some things, and when he can't, it makes him feel useless. As a leader, he wants to take care of his Clan. He sends out many patrols, and makes sure the nests are strong and cozy. Rockclan is small, but few cats die of famine or sickness.

Redstar rarely gets angry, but is often sad. When a cat does something bad, rather then yelling, he will just be extremely disappointed.

ＭＡＲＢＬＥ ＦＵＲ

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Ｌｏｖｅ ｄｏｅｓ ｎｏｔ ｂｅｇｉｎ ａｎｄ ｅｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｗｅ ｓｅｅｍ ｔｏ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｉｔ ｄｏｅｓ.
Ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ａ ｂａｔｔｌｅ, ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ａ ｗａｒ;
ｌｏｖｅ ｉｓ ａ ｇｒｏｗｉｎｇ ｕｐ.

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＦＵＲ

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nickname;; just call her Marblefur, though family can call her Marble.
gender;; she-cat
age;; 27 moons (2 years & 3 months)
birthday;; May
birth location;; By a river, in a hollow beneath a tree.
breed;; Mixed breed, with some Scottish Fold, but not much.
disabilities;; None, physically.

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current clan;; RockClan
current rank;; Warrior/Queen
past ranks;; kit, apprentice
past clans;; RockClan
past homes;; Rockclan

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undercoat;; looks white, but is really just the palest silver you can imagine.
overcoat;; black, sort of. See below.
patterns;; Her coat is white with stripes
of swirling black, like river currents.
She has black markings on
her face as well. A black
stripe runs down her back &
up to her tail-tip.
distinct markings;; Just her swirling black stripes.
nose color;; pink
eye color;; VERY dark blue.
claw color;; pale gray

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crush;; None yet
mate;; She really wants one!
kits;; none currently
past mate;; Nope c:
past crush;; None
turn on;; Marblefur is impressed by
pretty much anything. She loves any
show of talent, whether it be
strength, speed, or smarts.
turn off;; Marblefur dislikes dishonesty &
disloyalty. She hates when toms lie to her.
status;; Totally looking!

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Marblekit was born in a large litter of seven. ALL she-kits. Yep. She, however, was the only kit who looked like she does. Her parents were a black tabby tom and a snow-white queen. Her sisters were all black & white, or just black, or just white. You get the point. Only she had stripes. Everyone says her markings look like the swirling currents of the river she was born beside.
Despite her beauty and spoiling, Marblefur is very sweet. All of the cats know that she'll be an excellent queen and have dozens of kits for the Clan. As an apprentice, she always helped clean the nests and focused more on taking care of the Clan rather then fighting for it. She wasn't a good fighter at all, and was an average hunter. She never desired to be a medicine cat, because she knew her place. A Queen.

xxxx Marblefur was named a warrior with her three remaining sisters. Sadly enough, the other three had all died. The four sisters are very close, always gossiping and grooming. Marblefur is the least athletic of the bunch. She goes on patrols, but usually stays out of the battle, and only hunts when prey is scarce. She spends her time cleaning nests, grooming elders, and watching the kits when Queens need a break. She is always searching for a love of her own, eager to start a family.

xxxx As said before, Marblefur is very sweet. She is more maternal than most RockClan cats. She will always take care of any cat, especially kits. She's helped raise many litters, and all young cats seek her for company. Most cats don't mind that she never fights or hunts, because she makes up for it. The RockClan caves are always tidy and comfortable thanks to her. Her greatest fear is the death of her family. If her kits ever died, she would freak out. She always makes sure every kit is safe, warm, and happy. Her nightmares are always about her family being hurt; her good dreams are always her family being safe.

xxxx Lastly, Marblefur is friends with everyone. MapleClan, RockClan, loners, kittypets. Though she would never take a mate outside of her Clan, she knows friendship doesn't hurt. After all, she never gets into the battles anyway. When MapleClan loses cats, she wails too. She talks to every cat, and every cat talks to her. (like I said,) She isn't snotty or arrogant about it. She knows what she is good at and what she isn't. It's just the way life is.
(OTHER: If anybody wants to play one of her sisters, that would be awesome c: Just remember they have to be black/white.)

ＳＩＬＶＥＲ ＷＯＯＤ

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Ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌｍ ｏｆ ｉｄｅａｓ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｄｅｐｅｎｄｓ ｏｎ
ｅｎｔｈｕｓｉａｓｍ...
ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｒｅａｌ ｗｏｒｌｄ ａｌｌ ｒｅｓｔｓ ｏｎ ｐｅｒｓｅｖｅｒａｎｃｅ.

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＷＯＯＤ

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nickname;; Some call him Silver.
gender;; Tom
age;; 22 Moons. (22 months)
birthday;; February
birth location;; Born in the nursery
breed;; half North American Short-hair, half Russian Blue
disabilities;; A little clumsy

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current clan;; MapleClan
current rank;; Warrior
past ranks;; Kit, apprentice
past clans;; always Mapleclan
past homes;; always MapleClan

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undercoat;; silver-gray
overcoat;; smoky gray
patterns;; His fur is gray, with hints of
silver that are more
noticeable in leaf-bare. More below:
distinct markings;; His paws, muzzle, and tail-tip are white.
nose color;; Dark gray
eye color;; Strange blue
claw color;; gray

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crush;; Reserved for Chandler Riggs, if they want it c;
mate;; noooooope
kits;; none currently
past mate;; None
past crush;; He's had a crush on the same she-cat for a while.
turn on;; Silverwood admires attitude.
(or would that be Cattitude? c: )
He likes a she-cat that can
keep him on his toes.
turn off;; Though the tom likes sassiness,
"mean" is a whole 'nother story.
He hates being picked on for no reason.
status;; *Admiring from afar*

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Silverwood has a very boring life. For the most part.
He was born in the nursery, the only kit. His father was a large gray tabby, his mother a very small silver she-cat. They were proud to finally have a son. They were getting older, and none of their litters had been born alive. Silverkit was small, with tiny paws and a short tail. He soon grew into a small but handsome tom. He was admired for his strange eyes and thoughtful personality. He played with his father, and learned from his mother. He was polite and cheerful from the start, always bouncing around camp. A frisky she-kit caught his eye just before apprentice-hood, and he's liked her ever since. He worked hard as an apprentice, hunting a lot. He learned a lot about battle and strategy, but rarely gets into big fights. He prefers to work things out in a peaceful way.

xxxx Silverpaw earned his warrior name a moon late because of the death of the deputy. The deputy was well-known, and the Clan mourned for a long time. Eventually he became Silverwood. Some cats thought he should become deputy, but Silverwood doesn't really want to. Deputy would be okay, but never leader. He likes to give advice, not lead the whole Clan. Sliverwood leads many patrols, and still gives help to any who ask for it.

xxxx Silverwood is very calm and rational. He doesn't like confrontation, but that doesn't mean he can't fight. He gives advice to young cats, helps the medicine cats carry herbs, and talks to the queens & elders frequently. He likes to take long walks in the forest, just listening to the peaceful noises. Yeah, he is the cat equivalent of a major nerd. He doesn't mind though. Not all cats have to be big and tough. He is gentle and caring. Maybe that's why he wants a spirited she-cat; because he has no life of his own.

xxxx Silverwood is very clumsy, especially with words. Around his crush, he will stutter and sound kind of stupid. He really is smart though. He tends to fail at the worst of times, like when hunting. Only when he's around other cats though. Alone, he can catch anything, come up with the smoothest lines. The moment someone is watching, he just...sucks.
Don't be fooled; Silverwood is talented and kind. Just not when it counts c;

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Ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｄｗｅｌｌ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｐａｓｔ, ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｄｒｅａｍ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｆｕｔｕｒｅ, ｃｏｎｃｅｎｔｒａｔｅ ｔｈｅ ｍｉｎｄ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ ｍｏｍｅｎｔ.

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ｋｉｔ- ＰＡＷ-ｈｅａｒｔ

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nickname;; Fiercepaw, no nickname.
gender;; She-cat
age;; Almost eleven moons.
birthday;; April
birth location;; In an old Fox den.
breed;; North American Shorthair
disabilities;; Very skinny (if that's a disability, lol)

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current clan;; MapleClan
current rank;; Apprentice
past ranks;; KIt
past clans;; None
past homes;; None, really.

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undercoat;; Dark gray, appears black.
overcoat;; Brown, see below.
patterns;; Her coat is very dark gray,
with pale brown patches.
She has distant tortoiseshell ancestry,
giving her the lighter spots.

distinct markings;; All four paws are the same light brown as her spots.
nose color;; Black
eye color;; Pale gray, like rain clouds.
claw color;; Black/gray

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crush;; None at all.
mate;; Too young
kits;; none currently
past mate;; None
past crush;; None
turn on;; Nothing, really. Her heart is
very hard to win. The
only thing that could impress her would
be to save a life or injury.
turn off;; She hates bullies. Even
the smallest comment would set her off.
status;; Not looking.

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Fiercekit was born with one sister. Their mother was a loner, their father a power-hungry Clan tom. After only a few days of life, their father, Coldheart, took Fiercekit away. Fiercekit was close to her sister already, and their mother was devastated as well. Still, Coldheart was a cruel tom, and took her anyway.
Fiercekit was raised by a friendly queen. Her father rarely came to see her, and when he did, he would hurt her. Play too rough, or say mean things. Fiercekit became bitter, believing that Starclan wasn't real because they didn't help her. She stopped talking to cats, and was rude when she did talk. Eventually, she was apprenticed. Her father was driven out of the Clan, but would sneak up on her when she was alone. Hurt her more. One day, she fought back, blinding him in one eye. She hasn't seen him in two moons.

xxxx Fiercepaw trains hard. She wants to become the best fighter, so that she can take revenge on her father. She doesn't want to be abused again, so keeps her reflexes sharp. She learned how to hide in the shadows, and battle without making a lot of noise. Her first mentor disappeared one day, and she suspected her father. Sure enough, he had killed the cat. Fiercepaw was close to her mentor, and now is afraid to make any bonds. She knows all cats will die, so why get too close? She even stopped communicating with her adopted siblings, only speaking to them on special occasions. She knows her sister is out there somewhere, and hopes to find her one day.

xxxx Fiercepaw is mean, but has a warm heart. She lashes out because she was mistreated. She doesn't want a mate because she is scared to lose a cat she loves. She can't wait to battle, and show the other cats she can't be messed with again. The strongest love she's ever felt was for her sister, Shadow. She dreams about Shadow & their mother, hoping to see them again. Secretly, she wants her father dead, but knows she could never kill him. That would only make her as bad as him, so there's no point. Besides, she is a good cat, just bitter and jealous. The other cats are all so happy. She knows she never will be.

xxxx Despite all of her temper, she still stands up for others. She defends kits who are picked on. She complains a lot, but still makes sure the elders have cozy nests. She would never admit it, but she likes taking care of cats. Ironic, considering how much she loves to fight.

[crowley,]

Ｄ Ｕ Ｓ Ｔ Ｆ Ｕ Ｒ

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“Ｐｅａｃｅ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｂｅ ａｃｈｉｅｖｅｄ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｖｉｏｌｅｎｃｅ,
ｉｔ ｃａｎ ｏｎｌｙ ｂｅ ａｔｔａｉｎｅｄ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ.”

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＦＵＲ

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nickname;; Dust
gender;; Male
age;; 20 Moons
birthday;; August
birth location;; MapleClan
breed;; Havana Brown
disabilities;; He's roughly the size of an apprentice.

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current clan;; MapleClan
current rank;; Warrior
past ranks;; Kit, apprentice
past clans;; None
past homes;; None

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undercoat;; Brown
overcoat;; Brown
patterns;; Dustfur doesn't have any patterns.
His fur is simply a solid coated brown.
distinct markings;; None
nose color;; Reddish brown
eye color;; Yellow
claw color;; Black

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crush;; None
mate;; None
kits;; None
past mate;; None
past crush;; None
turn on;; All that needs to be done to
impress Dustfur is to be genuinely nice.
He's appreciative of those that are willing
to give others a chance before they
jump to conclusions or judgement. As well,
those that help others without expecting favours
in return. He's also fond of those
that are good with kits.
turn off;; Because Dustfur is a little skittish, he
does tend to be intimidated by those
cats that are loud and boisterous. He
dislikes those that get in his face,
or are far too demanding. Another peeve
is being disturbed when out collecting herbs,
as he sees it as his time
to have his thoughts to himself. The
exception, of course, is in the instance
of an emergency. He frowns upon cats
that go by the motto of, 'shoot
first, ask questions later'.
status;; Open

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx Dustfur was born to his parents, Sandsong and Barkpelt, while they were on the verge of their elder years. Because of this, he was the only kit of his litter that managed to survive out of three. However, he was still extremely small and thought to eventually pass on at a young age as well. Much to his parents' surprise, he grew up nearly as well as any other apprentice; save for the issue of his size. He is roughly the size of an eight moon old apprentice.

xxxx Naturally, because of his size disadvantage, it was harder for him to train his fighting skills. His fellow apprentices would always win in play-fights. Regardless of this, determination took course and enticed him to work just as hard as the others. There were always the overcast of doubt in his mind, but when the day came to gain his warrior name, he was the proudest he'd ever been in a lifetime. Unfortunately, his parents have joined the ranks of StarClan.

xxxx Still young, and relatively small in size compared to his fellow warriors, Dustfur can be quite skittish at times; always checking behind his shoulder twice. Despite this, he's genuinely nice, though a little on the shy and awkward side. Social interaction is definitely not his forte. He prefers to be out and about hunting alone, as it gives him the opportunity to clear his head. It's not because he dislikes company, he simply feels more comfortable without.

xxxx Regardless, he's loyal and will do his best to defend his clan. He's willing to give others a chance, rather than being one to jump to conclusions and act judgemental.

Ｂ Ｒ Ｅ Ｅ Ｚ Ｅ Ｐ Ａ Ｗ

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"Ａｍｏｎｇ ｍｙ ｍｏｓｔ ｐｒｉｚｅｄ ｐｏｓｓｅｓｓｉｏｎｓ
ａｒｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ ｔｈａｔ Ｉ ｈａｖｅ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｓｐｏｋｅｎ."

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＳＯＮＧ

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nickname;; Breeze
gender;; Male
age;; Ten Moons
birthday;; May
birth location;; In the middle of the forest.
breed;; Turkish Van
disabilities;; He rarely speaks.

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current clan;; RockClan
current rank;; Apprentice
past ranks;; Kit
past clans;; None
past homes;; None

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undercoat;; Cream
overcoat;; Cream
patterns;; Breezepaw has a ginger tail with darker
ginger stripes. As well as this, he has patches
of ginger fur on his head.
distinct markings;; None.
nose color;; Red
eye color;; Orange
claw color;; Black

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crush;; None
mate;; None
kits;; None
past mate;; None
past crush;; None
turn on;; Breezepaw doesn't get impressed very easily.
He does appreciate anyone who gives him food, though.
turn off;; Anyone that tries to coax him into talking.
He'll listen. But he won't respond.
status;; Not searching.

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx The history of Breezepaw's father is unknown to him. His mother only ever told him that it was a loner she'd met and fell in love with. This mystery tom got her pregnant, and was never to be seen again. He had one sister whom he loved dearly. They were a tight-knit family, already down a father, and they rarely fought. Breezepaw was lively and loved to play. He wanted nothing more than to become a warrior, and for his mom to see the day that he got his full name so she could tell him how proud she was of him. He got his apprenticeship alongside his sibling.

xxxx The excitement soon came to an end. He was nine moons old when the incident happened. He was with his mother and sister out in the forest, hunting and training, when they were ambushed by a fox. It had unexpectedly struck and killed his sister in the blink of an eye. Their mother was quick to jump to the defence of her other kit, and told him to go back to the clan. That she'd be okay. So he listened. But she was wrong. She never came back.

xxxx Since then, Breezepaw has seemingly been drained of all his energy. He used to be as friendly as any other apprentice, but now keeps to himself, always wearing a stoic expression. He never speaks. While he does go about his every day tasks; training and hunting, he'll only respond to instructions or questions with a nod of his head. The death of his mother and sister took a major toll on his happiness.

xxxx He prefers solitude; never choosing to play with his fellow apprentices any more. If his clan-mates do decide to spend time with him, he won't be rude and try to walk away. He'll listen to them speak, but we won't reply. The only time he ever really seems relatively happy is when he has a meal. At least the incident with his family hadn't taken a toll on his appetite.

[park.]

[ all accepted. starting once we get the other medicine cat and cats that are willing to try out to be deputy. ]

[belle noire]

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ｈｉｄｉｎｇ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ａ ｍａｓｋ
ａ ｄｅｖｉｌ ｉｎ ｄｉｓｇｕｉｓｅ
ｓｐｉｎｎｉｎｇ ｈｅｒ ｗｅｂ
ｓｈｅ'ｌｌ ｏｎｌｙ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕ ｌｉｅｓ
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nickname;; blackpaw
gender;; female
age;; ten moons
birthday;; december
birth location;; unknown
breed;; unknown
disabilities;; none

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current clan;; rockclan
current rank;; apprentice
past ranks;; kit
past clans;; none
past homes;; none

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undercoat;; none
overcoat;; black
patterns;; the females lithe form is
covered head to toe with pitch
black fur. her fur is so black
that in the sunlight it
appears to have a blue hue.
this black fur earned her the
a midst the dark coloring her
grey eyes stand out in stark
contrast
distinct markings;; none
nose color;; black
eye color;; grey
claw color;; black

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crush;; open
mate;; none
kits;; none currently
past mate;; none
past crush;; none
turn on;; lie and scheme with her
treat her like she matters
give her the cold, hard truth
turn off;; be too soft-hearted
lie to her instead of with her
beat around the bush
treat her like she's fragile
status;; open but not searching

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx blackpaw wasn't born to rockclan originally. in fact, it is unknown as to who her real parents even are. the female was found at the age of three moons, nearly dead in the snow by a queen that had decided to take a walk to help with the grief of losing her own litter. the queen, later known as softcall, took the small scrap of fur that was blackpaw back to rockclan, and a few moons later she was good as new. blackpaw didn't remember anything of her past, and softpaw had given her a simple name for her black pelt, which seemed to stick with her much to her irritation. at the age of six moons, black-kit was made into an apprentice, and given a tom named duskfur took over her training. a moon later, softcall succumbed to a case of black-cough. it was extremely surprising that blackpaw didn't feel more grief for the cat that had taken her in, and perhaps this should have been the first warning sign.

xxxx at the age of ten moons, blackpaw is coming along superbly in her training. the female shows a definite prowess for fighting, despite her small size. a moon ago, duskfur was killed by a stray fox, with blackpaw looking on. not much is known about the attack, as the apprentice was the only one that made it back alive to tell the tale. however, there were rumors floating around that, while her mentor was being attacked, the she-cat stood by and did nothing to save him. this could be attested to shock, true, but unless blackpaw were to change her story, there is no way of knowing for sure. for now, the female definitely needs to be assigned a new mentor, and hopefully it will be someone with the ability to curb her violent, volatile nature before she gets too far out of paw.

xxxx blackpaw. god, this cat is a mystery, and not the good kind. she knows how to put on an act, and she's not quite sure if she even knows who she really is on the inside. often times, the apprentice finds herself pondering how to hurt someone without leaving a mark, and her cutting remarks seem to do the job just fine. at the age of ten moons, many would say that blackpaw is already lost to the world. cold inside and out, the she-cat has no qualms about taking what she wants or hurting those that stand in her way. violent and volatile, it's quite often that during battle training her claws will 'accidentally' slip out to prick her opponents skin.

xxxx blackpaw is, to say the least, unpredictable. one moment she could be laughing -albeit strained- at a joke, and the next she could be boxing your ears for ticking her off on some minuscule level. the she-cats sarcastic, hard-headed nature tends to be both an irritation and a turn-off. she's the kind of cat that, when told 'no' will do what she wants to anyhow. deep down, blackpaw is a liar. she lies to herself, and she'll lie to your face if it will get her out of trouble. and if that won't work, well, she's pretty darned skilled at playing innocent when it suffices.

xxxx blackpaw doesn't really let herself get close to anyone. sure, she'll pretend to be someones friend if it serves whatever purpose she may have, but other than that true liking isn't a sure thing at all. now, some think that because of the females predisposition to violence, she doesn't care for the clan. this though, is not the truth. you see, blackpaw cares greatly for her clan, she simply doesn't like most of the felines in it. she would go to war, if it meant helping her clan. but she would just as soon stand by and look on while a member of said clan is killed before lending a paw to help them in the absence of others.

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ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｂｒｅａｋ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ ｉ ａｍ
ｌｉｋｅ ｉ'ｍ ｍａｄｅ ｏｆ ｇｌａｓｓ
ｌｉｋｅ ｉ'ｍ ｍａｄｅ ｏｆ ｐａｐｅｒ
ｇｏ ｏｎ ａｎｄ ｔｒｙ ｔｏ ｔｅａｒ ｍｅ ｄｏｗｎ
ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅ ｒｉｓｉｎｇ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｇｒｏｕｎｄ
skyscraper © demi lovato

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＬＩＧＨＴ

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nickname;; ghostlight / ghost /
gender;; female
age;; twenty-nine moons
birthday;; january
birth location;; nursery
breed;; short-hair / ???
disabilities;; none

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current clan;; mapleclan
current rank;; warrior
past ranks;; kit & apprentice
past clans;; none
past homes;; none

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undercoat;; white
overcoat;; white
patterns;; her fur is short and white
completely absent of any color.
pale blue eyes stand out in a
softly rounded face.
distinct markings;; none
nose color;; pink
eye color;; blue
claw color;; transparent

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crush;; open
mate;; none
kits;; none currently
past mate;; none
past crush;; none
turn on;; kindness to kits
calm personality & a level head
turn off;; rudeness & backtalk
arrogant toms
status;; looking

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx ghostlight was born as ghostkit, to doting parents falconheart and silvergaze. her older sibling by five minutes was a white and brown tabby tom named kestrelkit. as the younger of the two, ghostkit tended to be extremely shy and she could almost always be found hiding behind the paws of her mother or father. ghost and kestrel were inseparable, and when their parents passed before they were made into apprentices kestrel became ghost's sole provider. after the untimely deaths of their parents, ghostkit refused to leave kestrelkit's side, and became even more withdrawn. for a short time, it was thought that her passive attitude would lead her to become a medicine cat apprentice, but it was not her destiny.

xxxx at the age of six moons, ghost and kestrel both became apprentices, and though she hated having to be away from her older brother, ghost had no choice once their training began. ghostkit was given an elderly mentor, named foxpelt, and the older she-cat became quite the mother figure in ghost's life. ghostpaw proved exceptional in both battling and hunting, using her wits to best those bigger than herself and catch the trickiest pieces of prey. for a long time, ghostpaw looked up to foxpelt, and when she was fourteen moons she felt that she had made her mentor proud.

xxxx on her twentieth moon, ghostlight's old mentor passed away during the night, and though the relatively new warrior grieved she knew that the elder female would continue to watch over her in starclan. her brother, now kestrelflight, was there for her, but they weren't quite as close as they had been in their younger years. now, both kestrel and ghost lead relatively normal lives as twenty-nine year old warriors of mapleclan, and they couldn't be happier.

xxxx as soft as her appearance, ghostlight is an exceptionally quiet individual. it's not that she doesn't like talking to others, it's just that she doesn't often speak unless spoken to. the only one's she has ever felt close enough with to talk to freely are her brother, kestrel, and her now deceased mentor, foxpelt. it often comes as a shock when one hears ghost's voice, for it tends to be very soft, with an almost musical lilt. pleasant and kind, ghostlight has never been known to have a true mean bone in her body. she prefers to end disputes with words instead of claws, yet she will not hesitate to rap the paws of an unruly apprentice or tom.

xxxx it sometimes comes as a surprise when ghostlight's irritable side is shown, as she is usually one to control her anger completely. despite this control, when pushed to far ghostlight can become like any other snappish female, and cutting remarks seem to make the wound all the much deeper coming from a quiet cat like her. the warrior has always carried herself with an air of grace and authority, and yet she herself doesn't seem to notice it. her predominately quite demeanor forces others to listen when she chooses to speak up, and it's not all too surprising that some toms may find themselves hanging onto her every word. ghostlight hasn't had a real love life so far, and one trait she looks for in a potential mate is a soft-spot for kits. in fact, if this trait is absent, it isn't to likely that ghostlight will consider a tom as anything other than an acquaintance.

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ｎｏ ｏｎｅ ｉｓ ｔｒｕｌｙ ｆｒｅｅ
ｊｕｓｔ ｌｏｏｋ, ｅｖｅｎ ｔｈｅ ｂｉｒｄｓ
ａｒｅ ｃｈａｉｎｅｄ ｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｓｋｙ

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＦＬＩＧＨＴ

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nickname;; kestrelflight / kestrel
gender;; male
age;; twenty-nine
birthday;; january
birth location;; nursery
breed;; shorthair / ???
disabilities;; none

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current clan;; mapleclan
current rank;; warrior
past ranks;; kit & apprentice
past clans;; none
past homes;; none

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undercoat;; white
overcoat;; brown
patterns;; kestrel has medium length fur
of a light brown color with black
tabby markings. his undercoat is
white, and his eyes are hazel.
distinct markings;; black tabby
nose color;; pink
eye color;; hazel
claw color;; black

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crush;; open
mate;; none
kits;; none currently
past mate;; none
past crush;; past crush here
turn on;; someone that is accepting
open-minded and intelligent
turn off;; someone that is prone to jealousy
liars and rudeness
status;; open

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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx kestelflight was born as kestrelkits, to doting parents falconheart and silvergaze. his younger sibling was a tiny white female named ghostkit. as the elder of the two, kestrelkit was extremely adventurous and outgoing, and could usually be found getting into some kind of trouble. kestrel and ghost were inseparable before their parents died, and became even more so after their mother's and father's untimely deaths. kestrel became extremely protective over his younger sister, and ghost rarely left his side. kestrel became his sister's voice, since she had become even more closed off from the rest of the clan.

xxxx at the age of six moons, ghost and kestrel both became apprentices, and though ghost hated having to be away from her older brother, they had no choice once their training began. ghostkit was given an elderly mentor, named foxpelt, and the older she-cat became quite the mother figure in ghost's life, which made kestrel extremely happy. he himself was given a younger mentor named wolfshadow. kestrel proved to be very exceptional in combat, able to both direct and follow orders in mock battles. at the age of fourteen moons, ghost and kestrel became warriors, and kestrel helped his sister during her grieving of her elderly mentor foxpelt, bringing the two closer than they had been in the past few moons. almost directly after being appointed as a warrior, kestrel received his first apprentice, bumblepaw. however, at the age of eight moons bumblepaw died when an adder that had gone unnoticed in the clan's camp bit him. though torn by the loss of his first, and thus-far only apprentice, kestrel vowed that he would become an even better warrior so that he could help his clan in any way possible. now, at the age of twenty-nine moons, the tom has begun pursuing the chance to become mapleclan's deputy, knowing that it would be a sure-fire way for him to make a difference and leave his own mark on the clan.


xxxx kestrelflight possesses a clear, level-head. he enjoys taking a step back from fear and impulse to better evaluate situations and figure out the best course of action. this sort of mentality has made him an exceptional warrior, and will serve to make him a great father in the future. kestrel's calm demeanor definitely helps mediate disputes without resorting to blows, as well. however, since this is not always the case, kestrel will not hesitate to take matters into his own paws when he must. protective, especially of the younger members of the clan, kestrelflight is completely willing to fend for them by any means necessary. in all honesty, this cat would gladly give his life for another, no matter what his personal views of said cat may be. this kind of possessiveness and honor can give way to rage and when combined with his large size it can mean serious pain or worse for the cat at the other end.

xxxx kestrelflight possesses a rather quirky side to him, and though generally optimistic he does see the bad in things as well. there's a part in him that simply connects with the younger members of the clan, and he tends to treat everyone as if they were his younger sibling even though they are not. to others, this boyishness comes off as charming, and his playfulness ties in with his constant hunger for knowledge and ever-growing curiosity. kestrelflight is definitely interested in finding a mate, but as of yet he hasn't come across a female that has struck his fancy and kept it. for him, his mate has to have a gentle soul, and in truth he yearns to feel like a protector.

[jormungandr]

((pictures (c) to respected owners))

ｋ ｉ ｔ ｅ ｔ ａ ｉ ｌ

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Ｂｕｔ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｈａｎｄｌｅ ｍｅ ａｔ ｍｙ ｗｏｒｓｔ,
ｔｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ ｓｕｒｅ ａｓ ｈｅｌｌ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｄｅｓｅｒｖｅ ｍｅ ａｔ ｍｙ ｂｅｓｔ.”

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ｋｉｔ-ｐａｗ- ＷＡＲＲＩＯＲ

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nickname;; some call her Kitetail,
but she has been known to be called Hawk.
gender;; 'isn't it obvious?'
Kitetail is female
age;; 'who really cares?'
23 moons, Kitetail herself has lost count though
birthday;; 'Its not like I want to remember,
after being born to such a mous-brain mother'
She was born in December, though, she wishes she did not remember'
birth location;; 'i don't remember, we moved a lot'
I cave on the Far East side of the territory, now collapsed
breed;; 'you think I would know?'
Turkish Angora.
disabilities;; 'I'm deaf in one ear,
but I can still hunt and fight perfectly'
She has one blue eye and one amber,
signalling she is deaf in her left ear
(side with the blue eye)

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current clan;; Mapleclan is where she resides
current rank;; 'Warrior, thank you'
[color=#006699]past ranks;; 'Just kit and apprentice, nothing special'
past clans;; 'none of your business!'
She was once a rogue
past homes;; 'that collapsed cave, unfortunately'
Collapsed cave where she grew up, it was not collapsed then

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undercoat;; 'white, nothing special'
overcoat;; 'white again'
patterns;; 'nothing special'
Kitetail is like most Angora's- white all over.
She once had a nice cream pattern of her muzzle
but it has since disappeared.

nose color;; 'Pink'
eye color;; 'i think its obvious?'
Her left eye is blue, and her right eye is amber
claw color;; 'White or pink, I don't remember'
A creamy to bone white color

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crush;; 'something not to be shared'
She likes Whitestar, secretly
mate;; 'too far!'
she has no current mate'
kits;; none currently
past mate;; '...'
None
past crush;; 'there was this one rogue, but he's long gone'
A rogue called Sea, he is deceased
turn on;; 'strength is nice'
She likes nice and active cats,
some that have time to spend
with her and not focusing
on themselves all the time
turn off;; 'cats who think they are the best,
mousbrains, they are'
She dislikes those who believe
they are he best, and are up
themselves, or begging for compliments.
She is happy to provide small
compliments, but does not like
those fishing for them.
status;; '...'
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ｌｅａｒｎ ｈｅｒｓｔｏｒｙ...

xxxx 'The cave was cold and quiet, except for the noise of casual water dripping, it was too damp for kits. Her mother spent all her time covering the kits with her warm tail, trying to get them through the weather. Her father had left this morning for food, but Kite believed he would not return with food, or at all. The family that was slowly breaking apart was hungry, and cold, loosing weight, her brothers and sisters were on the brink. She was uncertain of her survival as well. She lifted her heavy eyelids, looking at the dark shape that was the inside of the cave. She squirmed uselessly for more warmth, but only cold hit her sore muscles. Her mother woke, lifting her tail to lick Kite's head. She placed her tail over again, only this time sliding it behind the kits and pulling them into her tummy. More warmth met them, but it was little. She heard the familiar noise of her fathers paw steps, but when she peered from the stronghold of her mothers tail, nothing clung between his teeth. They were hungry for another day.

xxxx She was older, now she could eat. She could hunt, and fight, she did not need her mother but her father begged her to stay, and so she did. Kite stayed with her family, resisting the urge to leave and not join. Despite her dwindling food, she persisted to hunt. And that's when she found him. A male, soft black coat, the mouse brain that pinned her to the ground. She spat in his face but was pointless, he did not wish to let go, so she spoke. 'How dare you pin a she-cat down!' She hissed, clawing at his chest, he howled in pain and let go, snarling, to reveal his teath. 'Loner, you must leave, this is not your territory! I am not Africans to end you!'
Loner? He called her loner, stupid mouse head! 'Im no soft hearted loner, I fight and hunt for myself, not relying on your scraps!'
'You're a rogue, aye? Nothing lower than that!'
She hissed and jumped, aiming for his eyes, he easily dodged but she slipped towards him and risked a hole, which caught his muzzle and drew droplets of blood on his nose. She heard paw steps out of her good ear and backed off, turning towards the rustling leaves.
A great brown cat jumped out and she hopped back, bumping into a tree, a stupid failure.
'Nightpaw, that's enough, if she can handle herself in battle, she may be worth something'



xxxx She likes to be blunt with conversation, and hardly hangs around for stories. Despite her mother chatting away to her brothers and sisters, she does not listen, but only imagines her escape of the den, they seemed fantasy back then. She can seem quite snappy at first, but hard years as a kit and young'in (what her father called 5-8 months) have trained her that anger is a good reassurance you're strong. But despite her cold and hard shell, she is quite a soft cat on the inside. She hates the water and is scared of what others think of her, a fall of living with one deaf ear and toe different eye colors. With her soft inside, she does not like to rely on anyone with the secrets of her past, her whispers of her bring a loner died a long time ago, so many new cats do not know her true origin.

She dislikes those who oppose or offends her, but she often keeps her thoughts and opinions to herself, so not many have a reason to oppose her, so they don't. But she has heard the spiteful words of her past behind her back, it makes her stone walls crumble rock by rock after time. With her hard shell, many think of her as a cold-hearted rogue, willing to kill at the slightest mistake, she loves a fight, not a kill, star clan calls when a warrior is in need of joining them, she will only kill on leaders or star-clash call.

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[ accepted guys we can start. But if your cat gets hurt and they are in MapleClan then we will say the med. cat took care of them. The med. cat is reserved.

Anyone can start first Ill be posting soon. Anyone can rp with me. Just ask c:]

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Whitestar glanced up the morning sunshine casting over his face. He yawned flicking his tail and stepped out of the entrance. The camp was just now starting to wake up. Whitestar has been awake for seasons now always being an early bird. He glared as the sun hit his face nearly blinding him and some how he made it up to the highrock. Whitestar gazed upon his clan glad of what he had. recently the clans have been completely silent, no trouble no problems. Almost too quiet to him. In three days were the gathering so if anything odd came up then, that would explain his odd feelings. He yawned lying down on the rock wondering who to pick for deputy. All the cats were good. Everything's been so quiet after the death of Willowleaf. She was a kind cat and Whitestar will miss her. No one knows what happened to her, she some how was injured by a loner. Whitestar will never tell what he accidentally did. He never meant to hurt her. She did it herself.... didn't she?

[ If anyone wants to rp with my others cats just ask and Ill post for them. ]

[crowley,]

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• tom • 10 moons • apprentice • mentor: bluejay • crush: none •
tags;; bluejay, blackpaw

It was yet another beautiful morning, with the sun beaming down and warming the earth. Breezepaw was early to rise. He slunk out of the apprentice's den, his jaws parting into a squeak of a yawn--likely the extent of sound he'd make for the day. The tom decided to take advantage of his clan-mates still, for the most part; save for the patrols that were out, being asleep by nestling himself into a spot on the dirt on which a ray of light hit the soil. He didn't mind it dirtying his undercoat. He'd only get messy later in the day anyway. And besides, it was better than staying in the shared den. With his head resting on his paws and his eyes shutting, he allowed his mind to wander to his day's plans. Which wasn't much. If he was given time to himself he might take a walk by the stream. Breezepaw always found it soothing. That aside, he wondered what Bluejay would have him do today. Perhaps some battle training. And, if his mentor saw fit, practice with his fellow apprentice, Blackpaw.

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Redstar sat on the Great Rock, looking about the Cave. Cats were waking up, coming into the lighter part of the cave with blinking eyes. All was well. Redstar looked towards the Medicine den, letting his thoughts wander. After a moment, he realized his thoughts might have wandered a little too much. He sighed, shaking out his red pelt and jumping down from the rock. His rough pawpads landed softly on the cave-floor, his tail swishing along the stone. He walked over to the little pool of water beneath the leaky part of the cave ceiling. He lapped up the water, which was always cold. He could hear cats talking happily and purred.

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Marblefur dropped some prey from the Hunting Cave onto the pile. She saw Redstar drinking from the pool and gave him a nod. She then padded into the nursery to visit the newest kits. She stayed there for a few minutes before going to the training rocks. She stared at the rocks, thinking of the apprentices' training games; the young cats would 'fight' while jumping from rock to rock. If a cat fell from the rock, or slipped at all, they lost. Marblefur remembered training like that. She almost always slipped.

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SilverWood was already awake; he always got up early. His mother always used to say The sooner you wake, the sooner you play! He smiled. His mother always knew how to get him up. He looked over to see one apprentice, and a couple warriors. Slow-tails.

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Fiercepaw woke with a little growl. Let's just say her dreams weren't pleasant. She turned in her nest, wishing she could sleep. She knew it was time to get up, but wanted to rest more. She sighed, finally getting up. She stretched, letting her sharp claws gouge the den floor. She yawned, showing her flashing white teeth. Odd thing was, she did this on purpose. She always showed her claws and fangs, wanting to appear threatening. That way, no cat would mess with her. Shaking out her dark pelt, she padded out. The sun was blinding, as usual.

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