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Brokenblaze
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➣ personality,

Reserved - Restless - Often lost in thought - Likes to hunt near water - Dislikes rude/obnoxious kits/apprentices

He can be kind, but often shows not much emotion, for the fear he'll be figured out. Not sure what hes hiding,as there isn't much to him,is there? He is often seen checking on his sister, Honeyseer, who is currently expecting.

➣ history,
His mother died from the Great Death, which happened about 20 moons ago, when he was about to first become a warrior. He was 15 moons at the time,his sister being 10 moons. It was both the harsh winter and green cough at it's worst that created such a terrible threat. That New Leaf, his father Restlesswind was captured by a twoleg and it's kit. He has yet to ever see him again. Brokenblaze knows hes alive as he was told by the medicine cat he did not see the tom in Starclan, nor see darkness when thinking of the tom. Brokenblaze got his name for his incapability to properly climb trees. He has tried countless times and its believed to be his fear of climbing, or a missing back claw for his back paws.

age; 35 moons

rank; Warrior

mother; Willowbreeze, deceased

father; Restlesswind, left clan moons ago to twoleg's capture

siblings; Honeyseer

crush; None, but perhaps I'll find someone worth looking at one day.

mate; None



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Honeyseer
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➣ personality,

Compqassionate, Witty, Loves to sun on rocks, Dislikes the snow, Gulliable, Strong-faith

Is best known for her interesting personality, where she can be kind hearted yet quite silly and witty. For some reason she has a slight fear and disdain for snow. It may be because of her past when her mother died of The Great Death 20 moons ago.

➣ history,

Most is very much like her brother Brokenblaze's history. She was very horrifed by her mother's death so young in her life. It was worse because The Great Death caused so much illness and loss, to this day, she can never smile seeing snow. As for being the queen expecting today, she had a good friend in a tom that she was an apprentice together with. His name; Yewleaf. He was the same age as her and they grew up side by side. About 3 months ago, he was in a patrol issue, that caused the death of Firepelt. But what some don't know was Yewleaf's own death. Though he didn't die till 2 moons later, due to poor health. He apparently saw something and knew something he shouldn't about the issue, which ultimately caused him a mysterious mental illness. She was devastated but knew he wouldn't want her to live in unhappiness. She now holds his kits, which she will do anything for, even if means giving her life.

age; 30 moons

rank; Queen

mother; Willowbreeze, deceased

father; Restlesswind, captured by twolegs moons ago

siblings; Brokenblaze

crush; She lost her mate 2 moons ago, but perhaps one she may meet another tom.

mate; (Yewleaf; Deceased)



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[Kydashing]

Now open for applicants or new rpers!

[O.G.]

Actually, Cedarwing is not my character, Kydashing, but you forgot my character Honeypaw. c:

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Silvereye
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➣Silvereye is a damaged soul from a bitter beginning to life, a soul that has been sort of roughly patched back together to leave some injuries still tender and unhealed. Regardless, around his clan, Silvereye is closest to being himself than anywhere else. He struggles with handing out complete trust to many, but still he can be found smiling and socializing with many. However, he is easily set off and has a hot temper that flares up to shield him from pain. He is especially tender and yet especially strong emotionally, causing him to sometimes appear to contradict himself. He is exceptionally intelligent and thrives off of mental exercises. Being a deputy to Shadowclan has been great for him for this reason, as he is more than simply capable of helping Ashstar improve the way their clan is run. He is a creature who is logical in nature, but the damage done to him has convoluted that part of him as much as it has his less prominent emotional side. It causes him to oftentimes form quick, unchanging feelings for others. He is easily obsessed, easily persuaded into hatred, and so on. For this reason, it is often best to be cautious around Silvereye, as benign as he often is.

➣ Silvereye was born into a small clan that was once nearby to Lightclan and Shadowclan. His mother was beautiful she-cat named Rosethorn and his father had been the leader of the clan, Swiftstar. He had four other siblings, all of which were beautiful or strong or agile. And then there was himself, a horribly gnarled runt whose fur grew in patches, whose legs were twisted and spine bent, and whose right eye was clouded in complete blindness. His mother was terrified and appalled, his father mortified and loathsome of him. Silvereye is not sure how he was not simply smothered and killed. His existence was kept secret and he was kept captive to the very den he was born in, struggling with his deformities to even hobble about the dark enclosure. He was fed rotting scraps and scorned by the family members who would briefly visit him so that he could get the scraps of food they scarcely deemed him worthy of. But Silvereye was a resilient and curious cat. He wanted to know of the world he was being hidden from so, one one fateful day, he sneaked out of his den and exposed himself to the first time to sunlight. The clan he used to simply eavesdrop upon from his prison was appalled. He became a spectacle of horror and mockery. Beaten down by cruel claws and even harsher words, he was used as nothing more than cruel entertainment until, after a few moons of trying and trying to prove that he wasn't some sort of soulless nothing, he escaped. Given that he had been confined into darkness and enclosed spaces most of his life, he did not make it far before collapsing in exhaustion. He awoke to some rustling in the winter brush. Frightened that someone had come for him, he scrambled into hiding only to discover that the source of the noise was nothing more than a strange young she-cat. He watched her apprehensively, afraid that she would find him. She never did, but, completely shocking to Silvereye, he found his heart taken by her. For the next several moons, SIlvereye spent most of his lonely time figuring out just where she came from, and, once he found out that much, he would watch her from the safety of the bushes. He learned that the young she-cat's name was Leafpaw, and he watched her become Leafstone. For many moons he longed to show himself to her, but he was too afraid of what her reaction might be. So, he was forced to watch as Leafstone fell in love with another tom whose name was Firepelt. Brokenhearted on the night they became mates, Silvereye ran away from it all. In doing so, he ran across a group of rogue cats who took a great interest in harassing him for his deformities. However, he was saved by a strange tom who seemed to come out of nowhere. At first, upon the rogues being chased off, Silvereye shrank back and threatened the tom. However, to his great surprise, this tom did not react to his appearance. He offered a friendly smile and friendly words, offering to help him with his wounds and take him back to his clan. Of course, Silvereye refused in fear of trickery. However, after a few days of letting his wounds fester and infect, he had no choice but to let the strange tom take him to his clan and to the healer. Long story short, Silvereye was patched up and treated by the medicine cat of the clan he learned to be called Shadowclan. After much deliberation, he allowed the strange tome who had saved him to present him to the rest of the clan. After much convincing and promising that no harm would come to him from anyone, he joined the clan and never left the side of the tom who brought him to this tentatively wonderful clan. After many moons, the strange tom who had saved him grew to became _____, leader of Shadowclan. _____ made him his deputy shortly afterwards. During this time, however, Silvereye discovered that the neighboring clan was none other than Lightclan, the very clant hat he knew Leafstone to be a part of. Temptation drew him to her once more, forcing him to hide in the shadows to see what had become of her during the several moons he had spent running away and healing from old wounds. He watched her romance with that insufferable Firepelt grow, watched as she was rightfully moved up the ranks to deputy. But he struggled to be happy when he knew that she knew nothing of him and never would, and all the while was loving a tom that clearly could not love her as much as he already did. He confronted Firepelt once in the shadows where he would be unseen, warning him to leave Leafstone before he hurt her. Of course, Firepelt didn't listen, and that was their last encounter until Silvereye got the news that Leafstone was going to have kits, until he got the news that she gave birth to those kits, until he saw those kits for the first time, until he watched Leafstone become Leafstar. No longer could he stand not to participate in her life. However, he still feared showing himself to her, and he found himself far too loyal to _____ to abandon Shadowclan for a chance in Lightclan. He devised a plan. "Leafstar doesn't deserve to be a leader of any clan." It was one lie he told that sparked a small movement in Shadowclan. Almost unwittingly, Silvereye began to devise the downfall of Leafstar, to take away her mate and her title. He hoped that if she was broken, that she would have no choice to not fear him but to come into his comforting embrace instead. He hoped that it would be tragedy which would make her overlook his gnarled appearance and accept him, and so, his plans commenced. He and a few other cats from Shadowclan ambushed Firepelt while he was out on patrol. Silvereye intended on killing him until he thought of just how cruel he was really being. However, he thought of his cruelty too late for, as he attacked Firepelt, he inadvertently knocked him down the sacred cliff where no cat should have plummeted to his death. Mortified, Silvereye retreated. Fearful to be called the monster he was so constantly accused of being in his past, he spoke no word of his crime. However, his fear and guilt seem to be growing cold as he more and more is beginning to realize that, by accident, he had already stepped over one large barrier that was keeping him from Leafstar. Then why now should he stop?

age; 60 moons

rank; Shadowclan Deputy

mother; Rosethorn

father; Swiftstar

siblings; He is uncertain as to what their names might be now.

crush; Leafstar

mate; He fears that he is cursed to a life of loneliness in this way.



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Honeypaw
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➣ A little rebellious and a little rule abiding, Honeypaw is a bit if a contradictory feline. Capable of being both sweet and fierce, loyal and aloof, care free and strict, playful and serious, it seems that it is rather impossible to know what to expect from Honeypaw until you can see how she is behaving for yourself. She is a little restless, in a sense, but, of course, can contradict herself and seem calm. She feels like there should be a little more to life than what there is, not that her apprentice ship and the clan isn't important but...she longs for a greater stir of commotion of the day to day grind of life. She is unfailingly ill tolerant of rude, grumpy, or cold cats. In fact, she is the very first to get aggressive about it and demand that they change their attitude before she gives them a reason to feel like they do. Of course, Honeypaw has yet to realize that yelling at bitter cats does little to help their mood. On another note, at her young and blossoming age, Honeypaw is beginning to notice young toms and has become a bit of a casual flirt. However, from a young kit, she has always liked to charm the boys just a little. She really seems like a no strings attached kind of she-cat, but that's just because she seems increasingly obsessed with freedom. In fact, she often ponders over how life would be like if she left the clan all together to go out in search of a new life with more meaning and adventure than the one that is secured for her in Shadowclan.

➣ She was born into and raised in Shadowclan. Her father died if an infected dog bite when she had just become an apprentice. When the murder of Firepelt was made known shortly afterwards, her mother ran away in fear of what violence might break out between the two clans.

age; 8 moons

rank; Apprentice

mother; Blackwhisker

father; Patchpelt, deceased

siblings; None in the clan.

crush; Not that she can think of.

mate; Wouldn't dream of it. Well, maybe sometimes...



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Littleblaze
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➣ Littleblaze is more of an acquired taste if anything else. Being that he is a fresh new warrior, he is overzealous and ready to do anything. When can I fight? When can I fight? When can I fight? Actually, it seems all Littleblaze cares about is when he can show off his fighting skills. To his credit, however, he has actually proven to be an extraordinary one. Even if he wasn't, though, he would think he was. In fact, Littleblaze is more than just a little cocky, more than just a little bit of a show off, and more than just a little willing to brag about himself. Oftentimes, he goes so far as demeaning others in comparison to his "oh so glorious" self. He's a pretty self-centered individual, his thoughts not seeming to extend too far from himself and to the well being of others. Despite this, he is capable of shocking and profound loyalty and love. It's just that, he sort of has to find someone which he honestly thinks is better than himself. Which, as far as he is aware, could never possibly happen. He is a very brave and fearless individual to the point of being blatantly stupid in his decision making, and he is plainly impulsive and reckless. He's a fairly impatient, hot-tempered and fiery tom who perhaps isn't the best when it comes to mentoring. He expects too much too soon and has a very sharp tongue that really lets that be known. In fact, Littleflame does not hide any of his thoughts or feelings from his clan. He is loud, arrogant, and clearly out of control when it comes to his own emotions. However, not all about Littleflame is so bad. He is a very determined individual and lets nothing stand in his way, and he is very spirited and happy-go-lucky. He often spends his time, hyper as he is, bouncing around and trying to make others laugh. For as irritating as he is, he is quite the charmer when he wants to be and, if he truly wanted to, he could probably woo any she-cat he desired. In fact, he could probably woo his whole clan into overthrowing Leafstar and making him her replacement. And, being as prideful as he is, Littleflame actually like that more than he should. In fact, he aspires to power just a little too ardently. For now, though, he is still young and not yet a threat. He is yet too young and immature and hyper to start planning any sort of foolish takeover. Being that he is the size of an apprentice ( and a young one at that), and being that he strives for a strong and macho persona, he is more than just a little touchy about his name and size.

➣ He was born to a lone mother who disappeared shortly after his birth. He was taken in by a she-cat (if anyone wants their cat to be this she-cat, just tell me, because I think it would be fun for him to actually have a parental figure) and raised in Lightclan.

age; 12 moons

rank; Warrior

mother; He does not know his biological mother's name, but he has a few memories of her.

father; Unknown

siblings; Unknown

crush; ...

mate; ...



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Larkheart
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➣ Before he came to the woods, Larkheart was a cat celebrity in the human world, which would probably surprise no one, as he is full of peculiar quirks and oddities. He is quite animate in his movement and facial expressions, his features always twitching and quirking, leaving for no guesswork as to how he feels about something. He often speaks to himself, anywhere from a few words to heated arguments no matter his company. He prefers a world of pretend and fantasy, a very creative mind indeed, and sometimes, if the days are slow, he decides to up and become some character he is not. He adores the music he learned in the human world music and can be often be found humming or singing in foreign languages. In fact, he has an uncanny knack for learning and retaining permanently new languages, and he is always open to explore new ones. He has a very quick and clever mind, able to shoot out quick and original responses if so desired, though all meanness tends to stay out of any of his words. Larkheart retains and radiates a startling amount of innocence, a heart of purity and childishness that few can retain at his age. However, despite his shocking innocence, he is keenly aware of the scale of good and evil, and, in all actuality, feels like one of the worst toms in the world for past endeavors, no matter how unintentional his delving into such things were. He is riddled with a sticky sweetness and is kind, tender, and compassionate to a fault. He is capable of being trampled on without ever uttering a word of complaint, as he strains himself to be the best tom he can possibly be. He all but refuses to fight no matter how dire the situation is, preferring to deal with conflict through persuasive negotiations. The one thing that will get him to fight is if another is in trouble and in need of help, and the one thing that will always keep him from fighting is if his opponent would be female, as he staunchly refuses to inflict even a pinch of pain upon one even if their intent is to brutally murder him. Larkheart has the rare quality of extreme loyalty, faithful to the point of dying for anyone within his clan, even if he has never spoken to them, and he tends to form very one-sided relationships with cats, sometimes growing fond of one without them ever knowing he cared. Despite his former acting career, he is a pitiful liar, though tends to be a fan of white lies as not to disappoint others or to keep himself out of trouble. He can appear very cocky and confident, filled to a certain degree with a manly pride that keeps him from admitting weaknesses or discomforts. However, he is actually incredibly shy around cats he has not yet acquainted himself with, especially other toms, acutely aware of himself and all eyes on him in those situations. He is a ridiculously clumsy and accident prone individual, full of blunders and mishaps, though, on the contrary, he has much blind luck that, more than once, has saved his life. His feelings for cats are forever unconditional, never wavering no matter how much they do to him, and his emotions never seem to be slight, instead always pure and unmistakable.

➣ Larkheart wasn't born a clan cat. In fact, he was born right in an alleyway of a very distant and large city. He was born to a mother who scornfully named him It and abandoned him shortly after giving birth to him. He miraculously survived on the streets at less than even a moon old, and it was even in this earliest time Larkheart would see billboards and advertisements of cats in the human world and know that he wanted to be just like them. During this time, he stumbled across a young she-cat who had two kits of her own. This she-cat took her in as her own and he was raised quite comfortably in this adoptive family. However, when he was around five moons old, the alleyways which they called their home were raided by a band of vicious cats. While his adoptive family managed to get away, Larkheart's clumsiness proved to be his downfall and he was captured. He was taken a great distance from where he was taken. He was seven moons old when he was finally brought to the place the band of cats wanted to take him, and he was promptly sold off to another band of strange city cats for some information he knew nothing about. He ended up something like a slave to these cats, along with several other captives. He would hunt for free, spy for free, almost get killed for free. However, he made some good friends there and many cats from various colorful backgrounds. They fed his imagination. One day, while minding his own business, a sudden riot broke out among his fellow slaves, and, in the giant mess, Larkheart escaped. inadvertently escaped. Shortly afterwards, he saved a strange cat from being hit by the metal beasts that he later learned to be cars. This cat was one of a similar nature to his old captors. However, this cat turned out to be the leader of his gang, and was quite pleased with Larkheart's act of bravery. He took him back to his gang and Larkheart, feeling coerced, ended up joining upon this leader's insistence. There he learned that this gang was all about herbs. They were rare in the city and every cat wanted them, especially being that the city life proved to be so violent. It was a rather lucrative and dangerous business, so Larkheart learned. There were many times he nearly died and many times he was severely injured. Many of the gang members he worked alongside resented him because they saw him as incompetent, but the leader remained borderline infatuated with him. At around a year old, Larkheart was introduced to the recreational nightlife of his peers, which involved many, many single she-cats. Larkheart was intimidated by it all. However, come to find out, he met a young, willowy, and foreign she-cat which he fell head over heels for. His lifestyle did not always allow him to see her, but he visited her as often as he could. However, this she-cat, given the odd name of Nefertari, did not seem to care for him much. She only accepted his visits because he would pay her in food or whatever else she sought. Larkheart, however, was oblivious of her disdain for him. Many times he ran to his rescue in his days of courting her, but in the end he could do nothing for her to reciprocate his love. As he fought a dying battle for Nefertari's affections and worked a part of a lucrative business which he honestly had no desire to be a part of, something happened. He doesn't even know how it happened. It's all a blur in his mind. All he knows was that enemies came fast, and in the mess of the bloody attack, he inadvertently killed an innocent cat just caught up in the middle of the unexpected violence. Horrified with himself, Larkheart finally found the courage to run away and hope that he would not be found. He knew that now more than ever, if he was ever going to achieve his dream of celebrity in the human world, he needed to find it fast to get off the streets. On his way of asking around to this place that he heard called "Hollywood", he ran across Nefertari one last time. She had been captured by an old rivaling gang for something she had done against them. Essentially, he bailed her out of their captivity of her. He beckoned her to follow him, but she coldly refused and wished to go back to her harsh life as a lone she-cat to be used by the gangs however they pleased. Torn, Larkheart almost gave up his dream, but a companion leading him to this alleged "Hollywood" ended up convincing him to leave her. Leaving his offer open, Larkheart reluctantly continued his journey. After several long months and after meeting several washed up celebrities along the way, Larkheart finally made it to the place he sought. Hollywood, the land of fame. Shockingly, Larkheart was discovered by the humans quickly. Little did he know that they only cast a glance his way because his coat color was extraordinarily rare for a male. He was taken off the streets quickly by the humans, and, after being passed around several human families, he landed where he wanted to be. He found himself in front of the camera at last. Pictures were taken, cameras rolled. He ended up traveling the whole world, picking up all sorts of exotic languages and cultures along the way. At a point when he was taken back tot he place he knew to be called America, he was surprised to meet one of his old gang members. They came, however, with heavy news. They told him that Nefertari had been murdered. Despaired and guilt ridden, Larkheart felt his desire for celebrity plummet. So, he ran. He ran and he ran until he came across a group of cats in the middle of nowhere. They called themselves a clan. Lightclan, to be exact. Hoping to escape the pain of losing Nefertari so brutally, he joined them and is a fresh new warrior in the clan.

age; 42 moons

rank; Warrior

mother; Unknown

father; Unknown

siblings; None that are biological, as far as he can remember.

crush; Larkheart still feels too broken to notice other she-cats like that.

mate; How could he?



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[pepper.]

(Can I reserve a ShadowClan warrior and a ShadowClan apprentice?)

[Kydashing]

Sure!

[O.G.]

Actually, Cedarwing is not my character, Kydashing, but you forgot my character Honeypaw. c: