ＬａｋｅＣｌａｎ | Ｓᴱᴹᴵ⁻ᴸᴵᵀ⁺ »αccєρтιηg«

[mrs lough]

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basics
name: Blueheart
past names: Bluekit, Bluepaw
future names: Bluestar
gender: she-cat
age: 30 moons
clan: Lakeclan
rank: medicine cat
apprentice: tba


personality
good traits: sensitive, good listener, caring,
dependable, mature, quiet,
brave, puts the clan before herself
bad traits: stubborn, headstrong, impulsive,
insecure, pessimistic, isolated, picky
strengths: running, healing, eyesight
weaknesses: climbing, hunting,
maintaining healthy appetite


family
mother: Ravenrun {unknown}
father: Thundercrash {unknown}
siblings: Magnoliapaw, Ravenpaw,
Bubblepaw, Jinxpaw {unknown}
crush: none
mate: none
kits: none


appearance
eyes: striking blue
fur: darkish gray, soft
build: slim, small height
scars: shoulder, left ear


deep down
likes: helping others, nature, kits,
running, autumn
dislikes: humans, authority, dogs,
cold-hearted cats
dreams: to be wanted
fears: being abandoned
secrets: wishes she could have kits

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history

Blueheart was born into the clan, her parents were both warriors. Blueheart was the one cat out of her siblings that didn't like to play, and unfortunately was the runt and was the weakest, even though she isn't that today. She still remembers her litter mates by name and their appearance; Magnoliapaw was a beautiful, young, white-pelted she-cat that loved to hang out with other female apprentices in the clan; Ravenpaw was a gruff tom who was the eldest and also the most protective of his siblings; Bubblepaw, the youngest, was a bubbly tom; Jinxpaw was a tom that was laid back and always wanted to play. It was one day that her parents and her litter mates just.. vanished, without warning. She believes that her family didn't love her and she thinks that's why they left. Since she has a negative way of thinking, whenever she is asked about her family she states simply that it was her fault and that she hopes that in the future, her friends wont do the same.

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basics
name: Leopardstep
past names: Leopardkit, Leopardpaw
future names: Leopardstar
gender: she-cat
age: 34 moons
clan: Lakeclan
rank: queen
apprentice: none


personality
good traits: patient, kind, caring,
calm, quiet, mature,
bright, optimistic, gentle
bad traits: insecure, sensitive, picky,
shy, submissive, afraid,
timid, lets cats walk over her
strengths: hunting, climbing
weaknesses: swimming, fighting


family
mother: Honeyflower
father: Eaglefang
siblings: Goldenfur, Robinwing,
Dovefeather {all deceased}, Firestrike
crush: none
mate: none
kits: to be born


appearance
eyes: yellow
fur: tortoiseshell; white, black, orange
build: average
scars: none


deep down
likes: friendly cats, kits, queens,
rules, water, her only living sibling,
silence, nature, spring
dislikes: fires, authority, two-legs,
monsters, loud noises, birds,
being alone
dreams: find a tom that will
love her kits as if they were his own
fears: fires, two-legs
secrets: Firestrike is the only reason
she stays in the clan

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history

Leopardstep was born into the clan with her siblings, Robinwing, Goldenfur, Dovefeather, and Firestrike. When Leopardstep was only a young warrior she fell in love with a fellow friend, Jayfoot, a handsome brown tom, and they decided to have a litter of kits. All was well before a fire ignited in the clan one night, and Leopardstep obviously got out safely but she never saw Jayfoot again, even after her brother Firestrike attempted to save him. Not only was it her mate that was caught by the fire, but her other siblings, Goldenfur, Robinwing, and Dovefeather, as well. She is soon due to have her litter.

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basics
name: Firestrike
past names: Firekit, Firepaw
future names: Firestar
gender: tom
age: 34 moons
clan: Lakeclan
rank: warrior
apprentice: tba


personality
good traits: ambitious, able, bold,
determined, brave
bad traits: stubborn, aggressive,
malicious, serious, cold,
risk-taking
strengths: fighting, hunting,
swimming
weaknesses: climbing


family
mother: Honeyflower
father: Eaglefang
siblings: Goldenfur, Robinwing,
Dovefeather {all deceased},
Leopardstep
crush: none
mate: none
kits: none


appearance
eyes: light green
fur: orange, white
build: large, muscular
scars: shoulder, chest


deep down
likes: fighting, his sister, battle,
the leader, authority, dominant cats
dislikes: cowardly cats, sleeping, winter,
kits, apprentices
dreams: none
fears: fear itself
secrets: none

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history

Firestrike was born into the clan with his siblings, Dovefeather, Leopardstep, Goldenfur, and Robinwing. Firestrike was quite protective over his siblings beings as he was the biggest and strongest. He lived a pretty quiet life with them until a fire struck the clan one night. He sacrificed himself trying to save not only his siblings and parents unsuccessfully, but his sister's mate Jayfoot as well. He got out safely after an attempt to save them, but didn't walk out without a few scars; one on his ear, his shoulder, and his chest.

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basics
name: Bengalfur
past names: Bengalkit, Bengalpaw
future names: Bengalstar
gender: tom
age: 30 moons
clan: Lakeclan
rank: warrior
apprentice: tba


personality
good traits: happy, helpful, fun,
carefree, charismatic, clever
bad traits: cocky, arrogant, disobedient,
forgetful, impatient, impulsive
strengths: hunting, fighting
weaknesses: swimming


family
mother: Ruby
father: Lucas
siblings: Bud, Azure, Zero, Sophie
crush: none
mate: none
kits: none


appearance
eyes: yellow
fur: Bengal markings; gray, black, white
build: muscular, large
scars: none


deep down
likes: she-cats, summer, love,
fighting, the leader, hunting
dislikes: swimming, fires, bears,
dominance, bad luck, mean cats
dreams: to live a happy life
fears: death
secrets: believes he isnt good enough

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history

Bengalfur, once a kitty pet, was first named Cody. He lived somewhat south of the territory with his owners and lived a happy and healthy life, until it was one day that they left him behind. He waited months for them to return, and at one point, he gave up, knowing they weren't going to come back. So, he jumped out the open window in the house, and ran, as far and as long as he could, until he stopped, seeing a clan ahead. Even though the leader was hesitant at first, he was allowed to join the clan as a warrior and was given the warrior name Bengalfur.

[Kitty-lover93]

((Accepted!))

[Kyouya]

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Яα∂ισαcтιʌɛ ♫
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive

All systems go, the sun hasn't died
Deep in my bones, straight from inside

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive

--> ＮＡＭＥ; Nightkit || Nightpaw || ►Nightfrost◄ || Nightstar
--> ＧＥＮＤＥＲ; she cat
--> ＡＧＥ; 16 moons
--> ＣＬＡＮ; LakeClan
--> ＲＡＮＫ; warrior

Δρρɛαяαиcɛ
--> ＥＹＥＳ; piercing, cool blue
--> ＰＥＬＴ; mostly white, black
--> ＦＵＲ; short
--> ＢＵＩＬＤ; small, lean, sleek, long legged

--> ＡＤＶＡＮＴＡＧＥＳ;she is extremely fast, making up for having a white pelt when hunting. By the time the prey sees her, which is pretty early, its already too late. Her agility is quite good, she is able to make fast turns when running and can climb trees somewhat well although she probably wouldn't go up after a squirrel. Her stealth and camouflage is amazing when there is snow. During battle she uses speed to annoy and distract her enemies, eventually getting them too tired to continue and beating them.
--> ＤＩＳＡＤＶＡＮＴＡＧＥＳ; She isn't strong at all and her pelt is very visible when there is no snow to camouflage in.
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--> ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ; Nightfrost's most obvious traits are wittiness and bravery. She is a daring, bold and dauntless she cat and is extremely fierce and protective of those she is close to. She is occasionally sarcastic. While she may seem a little cool and quiet at first she does warm up to those who bother to actually get to know her well. This feisty she cat in truth is afraid to get too close to anyone, in fear that they would be taken away from her. If the trusts you, which is rare, she may just tell you her secrets. If she knows someone well she is a loyal, trustworthy friend and a great listener. Nightfrost is good at keeping secrets and may seem a little mysterious sometimes. She is also good at lying, which she isn't particularly proud of.
--> ＭＯＴＨＥＲ; Icepelt || deceased
--> ＦＡＴＨＥＲ; unknown
--> ＳＩＢＬＩＮＧＳ; Gorsekit || deceased
--> ＣＲＵＳＨ; ----
--> ＭＡＴＥ; ----
--> ＫＩＴＳ; ----
--> ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ; Nightkit and Gorsekit were clan born to Icepelt and an unknown father. At 4 moons Nightkit and her brother snuck out of camp to explore and they came face to face with a fox. The fox had grabbed Gorsekit and thrown him against a tree. Nightkit, being faster had managed to dodge the fox when it came for her the first time but the second time she ran out of luck. The fox grabbed her by the tail but suddenly dropped her. When Nightkit looked up she saw three warriors chasing the fox away. By the time they got to check on Gorsekit he was already dead.

Nightkit growing into Nightpaw had become very close to her mother. She spent a lot of her free time with her. One day Nightpaw became curious as to why her mother had chosen the name Nightkit and decided to ask her. Icepelt told her that she wanted her to be unique and not call her something typical for white cats such as Whitekit or Snowkit and it was also because she has a black tail and ear.

When she was 10 moons old Icepelt had died protecting stray kits from a badger. Nightpaw had been hunting alone when she caught her mother's scent and something else. She decided to follow it and arrived just in time to see her mother receiving a killing blow from a badger. The badger then saw her but started to lumber away, clearly not up to fighting another cat. Nightpaw ran up to her mother, she was bleeding heavily and dying. The last words she said were 'The kits..'

Nightpaw turned to see a rather small tom, about 7 moons and a tiny she kit, no older than 2 moons, cowering by a rock. She took them both back to camp and warriors were sent to retrieve her mother's body. The little she kit had gotten green cough and died, but the tom had survived and became Graypaw. For a while Nightpaw hated Graypaw, blaming him for her mother's death. But later she realized that her mother wouldn't want her to blame a helpless kit. Believing Icepelt was in a better place, Nightpaw had got back up on her paws and became best friends with Graypaw. A moon later he also died when he was shredded by a large dog. Nightpaw had grieved for some time but later accepted it and got on with life.

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Ѵιʌα ℓα Ѵι∂α ♫
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever wanna be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

--> ＮＡＭＥ; Hawkkit || ►Hawkpaw◄ || Hawkfeather || Hawkstar
--> ＧＥＮＤＥＲ; tom
--> ＡＧＥ; 10 moons
--> ＣＬＡＮ; LakeClan
--> ＲＡＮＫ; apprentice

Δρρɛαяαиcɛ
--> ＥＹＥＳ; rich golden-yellow
--> ＰＥＬＴ; black, tan, white
--> ＦＵＲ; semi-long
--> ＢＵＩＬＤ; muscular, large

--> ＡＤＶＡＮＴＡＧＥＳ; he is quite strong and uses it to do heavy damage to the enemy whether its hitting them with heavy paws or leaping on top of them. He is also very well balanced, making it harder to knock him off his paws. He also tends to come up with random battle techniques, making him unpredictable.
--> ＤＩＳＡＤＶＡＮＴＡＧＥＳ; he is slightly clumsy and not the best at hunting, his pelt is camouflaged alright but its hard to make his pawsteps soundless and he isn't the fastest cat either. He isn't very good at climbing although it would be okay to escape from a dog.
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--> ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ; Hawkpaw is a rebellious tom, he isn't particularly respectful even to higher ranks. He has a good sense of humor and gets along well with almost anyone. He is quite random and unpredictable and often pops up with the most random things although he just likes to think of it as fast thinking. He isn't afraid of causing a fight and stands up for himself. He does snap if he gets annoyed and is quite a handful, most cats don't like to be on his bad side. Hawkpaw does like to play tricks occasionally if he's bored. He isn't interested in love, at least not yet and doesn't flirt.
--> ＭＯＴＨＥＲ; Aika || deceased
--> ＦＡＴＨＥＲ; Foxfur || deceased
--> ＳＩＢＬＩＮＧＳ; Stormstrike/feather/fang || alive
--> ＣＲＵＳＨ; ----
--> ＭＡＴＥ; ----
--> ＫＩＴＳ; ----
--> ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ; Hawkpaw's mother named Aika was a loner. Her father, Foxfur, was meeting her secretly. Eventually she became pregnant. One night when they were meeting at the border, Aika began giving birth. She gave birth to Hawkkit and Stormkit but died due to the birth gone wrong. Foxfur buried his mate by himself and took his kits back to camp. He told the clan that they were his kits, so everyone found out that he had been meeting with a loner. His kits were given to a queen called Cherryshine and he was punished although the clan eventually forgave him. He later passed away from wounds he had gained in battle.

Hawkpaw and Stormpaw grew into fine apprentices. Hawkpaw had gained an enemy, he was called Roughpaw. Roughpaw hated Hawkpaw because he was half clan but also seemed to be more popular than him. He always insulted Hawkpaw and tried to make his life miserable but the tom just seemed to blow him off like a bug. One day Roughpaw had gone too far so Hawkpaw finally snapped and slashed his cheek, he never bothered him again.

Some time later the two were forced to hunt together since their mentors didn't know of their rivalry. They had come across a fox, it was quite old and weaker than most, limping but still a danger. It had lunged for Roughpaw but Hawkpaw had batted it away with his large paws. The two then ganged up against the fox and if fled. Roughpaw was shocked that Hawkpaw had saved him after all he did to him but Hawkpaw forgave him, which is something rare and they actually became friends.
Later Roughpaw died from white cough, Hawkpaw had grieved a little but soon got over it, still having other friends and then Stormpaw had left the clan and joined a different one.

[kaden]

s m u d g e c l o u d

smudgekit > smudgepaw > smudgecloud > smudgestar

name> smudgecloud
age> 25 moons
gender> she-cat
clan> lakeclan
rank> queen
apprentice> none


personality> swift, loving,
motherly, social
history> born a rogue
scent> daffodils


likes>
• kits
• the clan
• sunsets
• shadedface
• rain
dislikes>
• kittypets
• being bossed
• dangers
• twolegs
• fire


eye colour> green
pelt colour> calico
height> small


parents> ashstar & blaze
sibling> alesha
crush> firestrike
mate> dead
kits> nearly due!

This little girl is called Smudgecloud. Of course, she has had other names before this:
as a kit, she was called Smudgekit, then as an apprentice she became Smudgepaw,
then finally she earned the warrior name, Smudgecloud. She is currently 25 moons
old and she also is a she-cat. She currently resides in Brokenclan and has earned the
rank of an expecting queen. Her kits are a day away from being born and her belly
is bulging. She obviously doesn't have an apprentice at the minute.

Ashstar crept out of camp at moonhigh, he found himself at a small pond after a while,
just as he promised, soon a beautiful ginger rogue appeared, "Ashstar!" she smiled
"Hello Blaze," Ashstar sighed, he explained they could no longer be mates and he
would take one of their kits to his clan. He chose the largest and called it Smudgekit.
Smudgekit quickly grew under the supervisment of one of the queens and she soon
grew into a warrior. Smudgecloud soon fell in love with an old friend called Blazingpelt.
They soon became mates, but after a fox attack he died defending Smudgecloud. Leaving
Smudgecloud heartbroken and devastated.

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blackkit > blackpaw > blackjay > blackstar

name> blackjay
age> 34 moons
gender> tom
clan> lakeclan
rank> deputy
apprentice> none


personality> brave, fiesty,
protective, soft-hearted
history> normal
scent> scented smoke


likes>
• fighting
• hunting
• relaxing
• kits
• brokenclan
dislikes>
• disadvantages
• losing
• rogues
• storms
• foxes


eye colour> amber
pelt colour> black
height> large


parents> birchleaf &
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siblings> mossflight &
swantail
crush> open
mate> none
kits> none

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[wolfsong-mapleflame]

Can I reserve a queen please?

[|Shibiski|]

*Username*
|Shibiski|
*Name*
Wolfshade
*Gender*
Female
*Age*
20 Moons
*Rank*
Warrior
*Desired Rank*
Deputy
*Looks
To the right side :3
[center]*Personality*
Wolfshade is a brutal fighter, she takes no mercy on her opponent. She doesn't like to talk much to others she doesn't know, especially the ones she dislikes. She doesn't care much for drama unless it's fighting. She has a small soft side for her friends and family, once you've gotten to her soft side she will protect you- maybe even die for you. Only very close cats get to her soft side though. She is loyal to her leader, and will do anything to protect the clan. She obey's her orders and drops anything to finish them unless it's very important and she cannot drop it.
*Weakness's*
Whenever someone gets to her soft side it gives her pain, due to remembering her families hatred. She's not a great swimmer either, she was never taught to swim. Her best weakness is love, she's never been ale to love. She wishes she could learn how t love but she can't, when someone snuggles up to her she walks away although it pains her deeply.
*History*
Wolfshade was the second born in her mother's litter. She was a weak kitten so they all rejected her except her big brother Nightpelt. He loved Wolfshade to bits and pieces, he stood up for hr until he was killed by a dog. She ran off after that, wishing she was never born. She came here hoping to make a change to her life.
*Crush*
BlackJay
*Mate*
She's afraid of having one
*Kittens*
No Mate..

[Kitty-lover93]

((AprilFeather, Spirited., and Shibiski, your cats are accepted!

And sure, wolfson-mapleflame, although there isn't currently any limit on the queens. (; It's a good think you asked, though, because I might have to put one in... there's a lot of queens joining!

I'm going to work on adding everybody now to see where the ranks stand.))

[kitsutenshi]

((Hello Kitty ^^ Could I reserve the leader spot, if it isn't already taken? Also, could I make a loner? There isn't a spot for them on the front, so I'm not sure if I'm allowed to play one.))

[Kitty-lover93]

((Hey, Kit! (: And sure, I'll reserve the leader spot for you. Yeah, I thought I was forgetting to add something... I'll make the loner/rogue section after I add everybody.))

[kitsutenshi]

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Gender - |Tom| ♦ ; ♦ Age - |42 moons| ♦ ; ♦ Rank - |Leader| ♦ ; ♦ Crush - |Blueheart|

Charismatic, kind, and understanding, anyone would believe that those traits are what had gotten him into his current position. In fact, they were the words used to describe him when he was being appointed deputy. It's a shame that those qualities weren't what was going through his father's mind when Icestar was given the title. His father, just as charismatic but much more ambitious, was the clan's previous leader and there is no doubt that he was an excellent leader. He was lively; he was friendly; he was strong, and no matter how hard he tries, Icestar can't hate his father for putting him in this position. He was a very young warrior when the deputy died and he was promoted, he hadn't even had an apprentice yet. His ineligibility was never brought up, never even thought of, by the other cats; his father had given such an impressive speech about his good merits and character, that even Icestar hadn't thought about it back then. At least, not until his father told him the real reason why he was deputy.

A year had passed before his father told him something that would shatter his confidence in his skills as a leader. After the confidence boost that came in the form of his father's speech, Icestar had thought his first year as a deputy went well. He hadn't taken up another apprentice, but he had helped train a handful of the apprentices; he, with the assistance of other, chased away a couple of rouges and a fox; he helped his father create warrior names for apprentices before their ceremony; he watched his clan grow. He felt that he was on his way to becoming a remarkable leader.

"I chose you because you are my only heir. You are the third generation of our blood to become leader; soon you will have children, and you will appoint one of them as your deputy. I have always said that family comes first; do not disappoint me." His father, laying on his deathbed, had rasped, and with the way his father was looking at him, Icestar felt like he already had. With his heart leaden with grief and guilt, he trudged to the clan's sacred spot to receive his nine lives. Nine members of his kin were waiting for him. As each came to press their nose to his, they spoke of how happy he would make them when his child becomes deputy; how they could help him pick a suitable mate; how he will, one day, become great. His father, now a young and strong Starclan cat, gave him his ninth life. "Family comes first."

As Icestar was making his way back to camp, he took it upon himself add three more labels to his name: dependent, passive, and unworthy.

Ω♦ ♦ ♦ Gender - |Tom| ♦ ; ♦ Age - |36 moons| ♦ ; ♦ Rank - |Loner| ♦ ; ♦ Crush - |None| ♦ ♦ ♦Ω

He had always been an emotional cat; born to feel deeper, stronger emotions than what was deemed normal. His parents believed it was a gift; his affection for his group members was endearing, his ability to easily empathize was admirable, and his sweet, sincere smile could comfort even a dying hare. Kage had the potential to become a great leader. Unfortunately, this gift was nonrefundable. His charisma seemed to be the only positive quality he possessed, for he decided to be a dedicated pacifist. Oh, how could he kill another living being when he understands their fear of death? How could he dare injure another cat when knows the pains of being bitten? "If only I could survive on twigs and berries." He'd lament as he scoffed down his meal, almost loathing the fact that he enjoyed the taste of the fresh meat.

A year into his life, the charming kitty still had not attained his first kill or practiced any fighting techniques and he happily became the lowest member of the group. That unwanted gift became an unusual quirk. Kage didn't mind that he was lowest subordinate in the group; the others treated him with as much respect as before and he was now able to get to know each and every one of them without the hindrance of working. There were days he would cuddle and groom others, present them flowers, feathers, and shiny rocks; then there were days he would lay in one spot and watch. He would watch the other cats speak, watch them move, watch them lay around; he observed their behaviors and mannerisms with a queer fondness. His sister's tail swished more to the right when she's happy; whenever fish was to be eaten, the second-in-command's lips would curl into a grin so wide that her eyes would narrow and her nose would twitch and tremble. He loved them so much and the more he learned about each and every one of his group members, the deeper his devotion grew.

It was a few weeks after he became a twelve moons old that he gained his first close and best friend. This friend took the form of a former loner, a cat who wanted to join his group. Kage was delighted that he had a new group-mate to study, to love. He soon noticed how beautifully ordinary this cat was; confident brown eyes whose gaze could easily be as soft as it's owner's fur; fur whose's browns, creams, and whites blended gently into the perfect gradient, while the black stripes stood out boldly; broad shoulders that pleasantly contrasted with the cat's lithe body. Though those words could describe even his mother, they seemed to be made to describe this new cat. One day, their eyes met when Kage was observing the no-longer-stranger speak to his sister and the smile that was sent his way had opened his heart to a whole new type of love. His abnormal quirk soon darkened into an obsession.

As their blossoming friendship grew, so did this familiar yet completely new emotion. Feelings that were stronger, and yet still the same, than the love he had for his mother had once been unfathomable, but now they were filling his body with a steady, pulsing warmth. Who knew the way one lifts their paws can be found endearing? Who knew he just needed a friend to help him overcome the guilt that came with hunting other living creatures? His feelings for his new best friend was much more intense than he was used to and he was often broken out of a daze, a reoccurring trip to ride the waves of this all encompassing adoration. Oh how he yearned to tell his parents, his siblings, his group-mates of the love he held for his best friend, Kurt.

It soon became apparent that this sugary sweet affection can bring about a dark, burning hatred. It was obvious that Kurt was fond of his sister; whenever they weren't together, Kurt could be found with or around his sister, meanwhile Kage could be found seething as he watched from a distance. Though he is usually very open with his feelings, he kept all but his love and hate a secret. How could he tell his parents that he loathed his own sister, one who he had loved dearly before Kurt came into his life; how could he explain the feeling that quickly grew darker than the burning passion of hatred? He knew he probably should be ashamed of the viscous, murky chill that boiled underneath his fur, his skin, and within his being every single time he spotted his sister. But Kurt could never love him because his sister existed, and that was reason enough to accept that darkness into his heart. His unhealthy obsession finally engulfed him and became Kage.

Kurt's death was sudden; it had all happened so fast. They were at the river, just him and Kurt, and his best friend was staring into the slow flowing water. Why won't you look at me? Kurt had said that there was something he needed to say, but he wouldn't look away from the stresm, even when he opened his mouth to speak. Why are you acting so distant? It seemed like he was speaking to the water when he confessed his love for Kage's sister. Why won't you be mine? Next thing he knew, he was sinking his teeth into Kurt's throat, his fangs easily piercing into the relaxed and trusting muscles of Kurt's body. He was pleasantly surprised that this action did not horrify him the slightest bit, not even when he felt the sag of the love-of-his-life's dead body as it weighed him down, on the contrary, Kage was very pleased. In the last moments of Kurt's life, he had not anticipated the attack, his body was loose and pliant. Kurt trusted him. Just the thought filled him with joy, turned the blood in his mouth into a sweet nectar, and had him nuzzling into the cooling body of his crush.

It seems that the rumors that he had discreetly started spreading about his sister, before Kurt's death, came in handy in the long run. Lacie hardly noticed that he reputation in the group was slowly dwindling away, for she was always entertaining herself with the fantasy of leaving to start her 'clan'. Every half-truth he spoke that had pointed out her bad traits conveniently helped create his first complete lie. It wasn't hard to frame her; no one would suspect that sweet, honest Kage would lie about something so serious. And though their trust in him, that ultimately lead to the violent exile of his sister, touched his heart, almost as much as Kurt's trust had, he left the large group of cats that was affectionately dubbed: 'The Group'. He may have been the murderer, but he grieved more than any one else over the death of Kurt. After all, the brute wouldn't have died if his sister hadn't existed. There were too many memories, too many reminders, of what he lost because of her. And so, Kage, starting his second year of life, bid a heartfelt farewell to his family and The Group, and left. Satisfied and drained from the events that had occurred in such a short amount of time, he set off to find a new group to devote himself to, new group-mates to watch and adore, and a new cat to fall intensely in love with.

Who knew that clans, groups of cats with strange rules and beliefs that he had once believed were fable, are real? Maybe they'll accept him; maybe he'll find love there.

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Gender - |She-cat| ♦ ; ♦ Age - |11 moons| ♦ ; ♦ Rank - |Apprentice| ♦ ; ♦ Crush - |None|

This fierce kitty has always been one tough nut; born to a warrior, who was notorious for his short temper, and a loner, whose used to getting what she wants, Falconpaw grew up a decent life. She was birthed outside of the clan and had a taste of freedom for her first couple moons. There were no rules to keep claws sheathed, playing with her brother was much more fun than it would've been in the clan; there weren't any restrictions on the age a kit could learn to hunt, she caught her first mouse at five moons old; and there certainly no rules against border jumping, her brother and her used to hold contests to see how far they could run into the clan's territory before chickening out, Falconpaw was the proud winner of each game.

It's a shame the games couldn't last. When she was seven moons old, her mother got sick. Now, Falconpaw is a big kitty, broad shoulders, long legs, bulky muscles, large for her age, so she isn't the best of hunters around. In fact, she honestly wasn't concerned about her lacking in hunting skills since her mother hunted for them most of the time; well, now she can't really hunt for them. Falconpaw's brother, who was named Rosco, was a decent hunter and, according to Falconpaw, a big wuss. It didn't take long for their mother's condition to worsen, so Rosco suggested living with the clan. Both Falconpaw and her mother, with more pride than brain, refused to even think about it. Long story short, Falconpaw eventually changed her mind, her mother didn't, and Rosco decided to stay and care for their mother. So Falconpaw said her goodbyes and left the both of them, ready to start her life as a clan cat.

Disrespectful, stubborn, hostile, and uncooperative was how anyone would describe Falconpaw when she first joined the clan and those words are still valid character traits to this day. Suddenly there were rules in her life that she could, and wanted to, live without; she had some mentor who ordered her around and kept bugging her about keeping her claws sheathed during training; she had to follow some silly code of honor. At the risk at sounding like some fluff-heart, she did enjoy spending more time with her father; they had many awesome battle practices and he helped her with her hunting, giving her tips on how to not step so heavily. So even though clan life suck, she had some fun. Maybe she didn't have friends because they thought she was bullying them when she was only trying to make them realize how superior she was when compared to the, but she had her father.

Well, she did until she didn't. Rosco came around about a moon after she arrived and reported that their mother was dying of blackcough and that he thinks he might have gotten it. And so, her father ran off with Rosco, leaving her to play in the clan alone. It was almost a shame that she didn't have any friends, but she realized that she didn't really care. After all, there were a bunch of soft-hearted clan cats who couldn't appreciate that she was better than them. She had only gotten to visit them a couple times before they all eventually died of blackcough. The real shame was not her lack of friends, but her family's lack of brains. Of course they had all gotten sick, those foolish cats probably didn't keep enough distance. So, she sulked around the camp for a couple days as she mourned, but she quickly went back to normal. She had her time of grief, now it was time to finish playing the clan cats game of survival.