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[Kitty-lover93]

Sure; I'll add your reservation!

[fawnice]

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name;;
bloom

future name;;
bloompaw

age;;
10 moons

gender;;
moly

pelt;;
soft creamy white
with black faded stripes

body;;
small and lean

kin;;
Queen[alive]
Snake [alive]
Tiger [alive]
Mole [status unknown]

crush;;
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Bloom is known for being a tad shy, she's hesitant to speak up and doesn't really know how to make friends on her own. Those that she has made have come up to her and started the conversation. Despite her seemingly introverted nature Bloom actually enjoys the company of others. She just has an awful time of showing it.

She thrives when she's surrounded by friends and family because around them she can be herself. She's playful and enjoys having fun. She's hesitant to break the rules but with some convincing she can bend the rules for a bit of an adventure.

As soft and gentle as she can be, she's as hard as steel when it comes to protecting her clan and family. She's a fighter when need be, her claws are sharp but her tounge is sharper. She's witty and will use her words to hurt you before she will lay a claw on you. Just as her words can hurt, they can heal she's very understanding of others and like building cats insted of breaking them down.

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Bloom was born to a rouge named Mole and the kitty-pet he fell in love with named Queen. They were seen as an odd couple with one being the brave and strong whilst the other the kind and gentle. In some ways Bloom developed both of their personalities. She had two other siblings, by the names of Snake and Tiger while her brothers loved to play rough and tumble she was always the one breaking up their scuffles. She was the responsible one.

Though it was hard being a rouge, her mother decided she wished to be a kitty-pet again that a life of fending for herself wasn't what she wanted. She left and her father was torn apart, he finally was happy, he had a family and a lovely mate. Now it was all falling apart. Each of them was given a choice, go with their mother or stay with Mole.

Tiger and Snake despite anyone's thoughts when with their mother, and the most surprising of them all Bloom went with Mole. She was close to him but nobody actually thought she would stay in the forest. Despite this, Bloom and Mole would not be able to stay together. One day a terrible storm came, Bloom hid out in her tiny hole in the tree, and her father, got swept away if he's dead or not she is unsure of. But one day she wishes to reunite with him.

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name;;
fawn

future name;;
fawnheart

age;;
20 moons

gender;;
moly

pelt;;
fluffy tortoiseshell
with white belly,
moving up to her
chin

body;;
long and lean

kin;;
they are
dead to her

crush;;
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Fawn is a cat that could explore an area over and over again and still find something to mess up while she's exploring. With an unfaltering can do attitude she steps up to an challenge and refuses to give up. Which more often then not lands her in trouble. She doesn't do it intentionally she simply forgets the rules, for a moment and chooses to face a challenge without thinking of the consequences. More often then not she thinks her actions were just, and responds to scoldings with sarcasm and snarky comments made under her breath. Sometimes in her past home this is blamed on her belief that the alpha position should be open to both toms and she-cats (in the ally cats only toms were allowed to be leaders), and that she's doing so that she can become an alpha some how. Despite her short comings, Fawn can be quite caring cat who's protective instinct rivals a nurse-mother with her kits. She's always up for a good adventure story with over the top dramatics. If these stories are true or not has yet to be proven, but they are still always nice to hear.

Fawn holds a bitter resentment towards her old family and life, she'd rather not talk to them or about any of them. She keeps this hidden away from the public eye. If she perhaps saw them one day she wouldn't speak a word or perhaps attack them. Being kicked out affects her more then she cares to admit and if asked about her past she'll simply reply that she was born a rouge. She has trust issues and cant seem to bring herself to quickly forgive any cat. She bottles these feelings and pretends that she's okay, when she cant bottle her feelings anymore. She can turn venomous and angry, a sharp tongue for any cat that dare cross her when she's in these moods. She'll be hard pressed to apologize afterwards but perhaps a cat could pull a sorry out of her.


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Fawn was born to a group of ally cats, they had an organized systems similar to the clans but they only had one leader, and there was no such things as apprentices. They hardly had any formal rules, only that you respect the alpha's and you do no wrong to the group. Fawn was the daughter of an alpha, she had two brothers both of who were going to take over their father and his partners place when they became of age. Fawn on the other hand, had always been an outspoken kit and resented the fact that she to was the child of an alpha and she wasn't offered the position because she was a female. She felt as if she could have done a better job as an alpha and made no problem of openly voicing it to others. The other cats of the ally didn't really like her as she was always getting into trouble, she only had one friend and that was Fog, a den mate of hers. She and him would pull pranks and cause general mayhem amongst the allies, they were known as the trouble some two.

Fawn's father soon became tried of her constant bouts of anger, and speeches about how she should be an alpha instead of her brother. He gave her a proposition. He told her that if she could beat him in a battle that she could be one of the next alphas. Not thinking it over she immediately accepted and the battle was held 7 sunrises later. Fawn lost horribly, and with that her dreams of becoming an alpha had been shattered, her father had looked at her so cruelly her mother turned away from her and their healer refused to treat her wounds. She was embarrassed and the rest of the clan laughed, saying she was all bark and no bite. She was kicked out told to never return for if she did she would be killed. When she looked at Fog, to come with her. She begged him to leave with her, he turned away from her to.

Fawn dragged herself away from it all, she was left beaten and broken. She was utterly alone, the seed of bitterness was planted within her heart as she traveled. She never stayed in one place to long, she met many a cat traveled a moon with them before they parted ways. She thought she was alone back in the allies but now she was really alone. There was no Fog, and there wasnt any cats to annoy. She learned how to survive on her own and doesnt want to ever look back.

[Kitty-lover93]

Yep!^^

[Beebs]

Terribly sorry, but at the moment I haven't started on my forms, since I had some surprise family members visit from out of town. I'll get Pine and Icera done as soon as possible~.

[Kitty-lover93]

That's okay, as long as you have them done by the time we're ready to start. Actually, we're getting to the point where (once everyone who has reservations finishes their forms) we should have enough cats start. (:

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Meet Crow - the bold - the tenacious - the warrior.

Crow is a very audacious and ambitious tom. The one to often act before considering the consequences. "Leap into the rocky river", one might dare, and Crow would be soaked a heartbeat later. However, this 32-moons-young tom is not totally independent, for a crow cannot fly on his own. Despite his daring nature, he depends on others for his survival, whether it be a friend to brag about his latest feat to, or stalking a stranger to find good hunting grounds. Perhaps the dauntless are, in truth, the most humble of cats.

Crow is a tall, jet-black tom with dazzling, pale yellow eyes. He is of a sturdy but slim build, with quick and silent paws. A promising fatherly figure, perhaps, Crow can provide to his loved ones the wit and brawn of a young tom, tenderness of the first newleaf blossom, and a "bit" of adventure to spark their lives. He does not yet have a mate, but hopes to find love in near time.

Crow was born to Fern and Mackerel (Mack) on a warm, bright day in late newleaf. Having had fur as dark as the night, it was only fitting to name him Crow, the bird of the shadows. Crow was born first in a litter of three kits, his littermates named Violet and Scorch, both having fur a dark gray only several shades lighter than his own. The trio grew up pampered and healthy, their parents having been rogues lucky enough to have conquered an alleyway just behind a twoleg gathering den, from which mounds of food were tossed minutely into the shiny cans nearby. Every day when daylight passed and the moon summoned the dark night sky, Fern would tell a story to her kits, more often times than not about her adventures before she met Mack. Crow's favorite tale, however, had been none of these, but rather a story passed to Fern from her mother, who had learned it from her own mother, about a group of cats called LeafClan. The "warriors" in it had lived in such a wild, free world, and Crow could never help but fantasize himself with the cats whenever Fern would recite the story. He would be hunting alongside the cats with their strange names like "Birchpaw" and "Gorsepelt", his own decided as "Crowfur" by his littermates, "Violetpelt" and "Scorchfang". Crow never believed that any of the tale could possibly have been real, though Fern had seemed quite convinced of its truth. Life was good being fortunate rogues.

Crow, Violet, and Scorch had been twelve moons old, healthy as ever and having already learned a decent amount about hunting and fighting tactics, when the den was raided on a dark night by several formidably large cats. Fern had been the first to protest, and, in turn, the first to perish under the raiders' sharp claws. Mack ordered the kits to run and to not turn back for him, from which the trio immediately obeyed. One of the raiders had decided to chase the kits as they fled, and by the time the pounding of their threatening paws vanished from Crow's ears, terrified squeals took their place from the voice of Scorch, who had been unfortunate to trip on a can and fall into his chaser's claws. In remembrance of Mack's orders to flee, Crow had understood that it was the last time he would see his father. And later Scorch. And it was.

Violet and Crow had stuck together for many moons, traveling and depending on each other. Early into their venturing, they had found themselves thanking their deceased parents many times over for having taught them the basics of survival before the raid. They had experienced many things together, fighting off dogs and cats, running away from twolegs, leaping into sleeping monsters, and often times competing to see which cat could steal the best thing from a twoleg's den. One time, Crow had taken a glittery, hollow round object studded with red stones. He had treasured it for many moons, sporting the very large ring just above his paw. It was on Violet and Crow's fifteenth moon together when Violet met Newt, a handsome young tom that she took to great liking. It was on their eighteenth moon together that Violet bid farewell to her brother, and forked away from their path to join her new mate in building a family.

It has been two moons since Violet left Crow's life, leaving him more lonely than ever. He's even occasionally congregating with strangers at times, much like an old tom might do as he crosses by young cats. Hungry days have grown slightly more frequent. Crow often finds himself reminiscing back to the days when life had been simple, when he had had a mother to love and a father to admire, and littermates to play with. When he slept every night with the warm bodies of his family bundled around him. When he would hear his mother's fantasies about the warriors of LeafClan. Though, was it all really just a tale? Crowfur has begun to raise his own doubts.

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gender: ........................ she-cat
age: ......................... ten moons
rank: ....................... apprentice
mentor: .............................. tba
warrior name: ........... dewspots

+: kind, selfless, motherly
─: sarcastic, bad attitude, nosy

crush: ................................ tba

distinct traits: ♥-shaped nose,
unusually long tail, soft fur

"What a sweetheart!"
So one would assume, but would be
wrong for the most part. Meet Dew
-- the sarcastic, overly-motherly
young she-cat who can't tolerate
opposition. It's inevitable that the
longer one is around Dew, the
more one will find themselves
bossed around by her.

Although she can be a pain in the
rear oh-so often, Dew truly can be
a sweetie, and a useful cat to
befriend. Dew is a very kind she-
cat, always putting others before
herself (though that someone would
be fussed over very much along the
way). Only a mouse-brain wouldn't
see the potentially loving and
compassionate mother in Dew.

Dew was born in mid-newleaf, when each morning was greeted with a gentle shower of rain. Born to an orange tabby she-cat named Ginger, and a silver tom named August, it was peculiar that one of their little kits was born with black-and-white patched fur. A drop of water fell from a leaf and onto her heart-shaped nose, and in that moment, the couple named her Dew.

Dew was the second of a litter of only two kits, her older littermate a silver tabby she-cat named Lilly. Lilly and Dew, as one would expect, were rivals for attention. It was no surprise that Lilly had received much more affection than her sister. Rebellious little Dew had a tendency to bound off on her own, far distances away from the family den, despite the number of scoldings she had received. Lilly had also occasionally berated her sister's bad tendencies, she herself being a goody-two-shoes to their parents. Dew grew ever more aggravated by the constant nagging by her family, and decided to one day run off farther than she had ever been from the den. She caught her first mouse along the way, and chased butterflies to her heart's content. Dew had felt such a rush from her freedom of restrictions, that nighttime came before she knew it. Which way she had come from, she didn't know, and where she was, she didn't have a clue. A gentle shower had begun to sprinkle overhead, blanketing over Dew's faint scent trails. She found decent shelter underneath a bramble thicket, though it had several leaks that dripped rain onto her pelt. Sleep did not meet her very much that night.

The next morning, Dew felt chilled to the bone, frost built up on her bristling thin strands of fur. She continued to search for the path back to familiar grounds, though did not find anything other than an unfamiliar Twolegplace. She never did find her way back home, and could not help but see great struggle in solitary rogue life. As she was but an amateur with hunting and had no skills as a fighter, Dew had often resorted to begging to Twolegs for food, and watching other rogues hunt to learn strategies for herself. She has been living as a rogue for three moons now, and life has still been rather rough. However, word on the streets is that there is a long lost "clan" of cats, called "LeafClan", that seem to be grouping together again. Perhaps this will be Dew's chance to find her way back home again.

[Kitty-lover93]

Accepted! (:

[Kitty-lover93]

Sorry to double post, but I have some important news!

The leader position and two male apprentice positions are the last three spots we need to fill! Then, once everyone completes their forms, we can start role playing! (Finally, right? ;D)

[kanni]

can i reserve the leader?))