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Ｎａｍｅ; Storm
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; She-cat
Ａｇｅ; 30 Moons
Ｋｉｎ; Striking Cougar's Leader, Screech
Ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ Ｎａｍｅｓ; None
Ｃｒｕｓｈ／Ｍａｔｅ; Open
Ｒａｎｋ; Rogue Warrior
Ｃｌａｎ; The Striking Cougar
Personality;; Storm is a serious, cold cat that is usually stays away from unnecessary foolishness. She is one of the band's most trusted and fierce warriors and often has a say in battle plans. Some cats usually avoid her because she can look quite intimidating but many know she can be quite amusing and fun to be with. During battle or serious situations, she puts her walls up and is very firm and to the point. She doesn't play around with her enemy in battle, she goes in straight for the kill. Outside of battle though, she is very relaxed and easy going, usually making crude and inappropriate jokes with her friends about basically anything.
History;; Storm grew up practically motherless. Her mother, Screech, gave birth far too early and two out of the three kits she kitted were born dead. Due to the unusually long, painful process, combined with grief and anguish, the she-cat bled to death, thus leaving her only surviving kit alone. Fortunately, there were plenty of queens with kits at the time, so she was given to another queen to raise. Though, it didn't turn out as one would've hoped. The queen she was given to absolutely hated her and Storm often found herself on the receiving end of verbal, and at very few times physical, abuse. However, most of the other kits weren't harsh to her, despite how their mother treated her. Some of these kits grew up to be her best friends, while some turned out being just like their mother. Nonetheless, Storm pushed through and trained fiercely to prove herself and become a great addition to the group. When her father died and her sister rose up to become the next leader, Storm was quite shocked. Her father had never played a large role in her life, she partially beleived he blamed her for his mate's death, but she hadn't expected him to die. Nevertheless, she was excited to see her sister follow in their father's pawsteps. But now, with all the duties that came as a leader, her sister seemed to change and become more and more distant. Because of this, as a young warrior, she recklessly threw herself at any challenge, pushed by a desperation to prove herself to her only remaining kin, whom had never talked nor visited her since their father's death. She finally managed to catch her attention when she took down an exiled alpha wolf who had been driven away from his pack. After that, her sister took much more notice in her and brought her into her inner circle. While there are many rumors of her following in her kin's pawsteps and becoming leader, Storm has been having mixed feelings for moons. Now that she has her kin's approval, she is doubting that it was ever worth it. Now, as the group plots to take down a clan living in the jungle, Storm finds herself unwilling to kill an innocent group who has done nothing wrong. She doesn't understand it, she would've ran straight into their camp moons before if her leader had told her to, but now sometimes seems to be different. Though she is glad to have a close and loving relationship with her sister again, she's currently wondering on whether or not she'll have to betray that trust.
Appearance;; Storm is a medium haired grey tabby cat, with a fairly muscular and strong build. Her amber eyes are often expressionless, very few can get them to sparkle or light up with laughter or happiness. Her right is split right in half, torn straight through the middle, a scar she earned when she took down that wolf. She currently has a fresh, pink scar of a large claw mark, something she received when her and a small group ran into a tiger on one of the first days in the jungle.
Other;; She will (hopefully) be playing the role as the storm in the prophecy.
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Ｎａｍｅ; Plague
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Tom
Ａｇｅ; 50 Moons
Ｋｉｎ; Unknown
Ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ Ｎａｍｅｓ; Blue-eyes
Ｃｒｕｓｈ／Ｍａｔｅ; Open
Ｒａｎｋ; Rogue Warrior
Ｃｌａｎ; The Striking Cougar
Personality;; Though there aren't many things cats know about Plague, they know one thing; He's completely insane. When he's in camp, he can be found in a far corner, smiling to himself and tracing patterns in the dirt with his claws. The occasional laugh will sound from him at times, but many are used to his antics by now. Usually, though, he isn't in camp. He's always off in the territory that the band is occupying, finding things to slaughter. He keeps small trophies in his nest, teeth, tails, practically anything really. Basically Plague is known as the crazed ruthless killer who everyone avoids. Literally no one wants to have a conversation with him. No one.
History;; Plague was never born into the band of rogues, he just followed a small group back one day when he was about 4 moons old. They rejected him at first, and wouldn't let him in, but eventually as he continued to hang around the outskirts of their camp, they let him in. He was mute at first, all he would do was stare at cats when they talked at him with big blue eyes. This caused the cats to nickname him Blue-eyes. He stuck around, following cats around and watching their actions curiously. No one was quite sure where the kitten had come from, but many warmed up to him real quick. That is to be said, most of them. Several of the rogues just loved messing with the kit and treating him like their play-thing when no one was around to see. What was to stop him? The kit had no queen to protect him, and those who were fond of him weren't around to see! One day when Plague was about 10 moons old, these cats decided to take him out and then leave him there to give him a good scare. They meant no harm, they just wanted to scare the little kit. Unfortunately, the consequences of their actions were much more severe. When Plague stumbled back into camp the next morning, he was practically soaked in blood. Half of his tail was missing, and both his ears had been either chewed or torn off. He had a large gash on his side and claw marks all over his muzzle. Needless to say, everyone was shocked. But the wounds didn't shock them as much as the fact that he was giggling did. Plague stumbled into camp, laughing before he collapsed in the clearing. He managed to pull through but he was never quite the same. Many think that whatever attacked him hit his head pretty hard because whatever traces of who he used to be are gone. Now he's a completely blood thirsty maniac that absolutely loves to torture his 'prey'. No one is quite fond of him at all, in fact most cats are scared of him. With his unusually large grin and his wide blue eyes, running into him in the jungle would make you think that you've somehow ended up in the dark forest. Despite his deranged behavior, he is one of the most prized warriors the band has. No one has ever seen someone kill as quick as Plague in the heat of battle. Ruthless and maniacal, he'll kill anyone if he is ordered to, from elders to kits. He doesn't care.
Appearance;; Plague is an unusually skinny, sleek light brown tom with a small, petite build. Comparing him to the other cats, he's one of the skinniest there is. He has bright, wide blue eyes and a perfect set of faint white teeth. He's missing both 3/4's of his ears and half of his tail. Many would expect him to have poor balance but Plague would manage to balance on basically anything. Over the years, all the fights and 'adventures' he's had have left him heavily scarred and basically hard to look at. He doesn't mind though.
Other;; If anyone wants to try to befriend this guy, then go ahead. It won't be easy but you might be able to. :pp
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Ｎａｍｅ; RussetPaw
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Tom
Ａｇｅ; 8 Moons
Ｋｉｎ; SandFlight, StoneKit, VineEye, LeopardFall
Ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ Ｎａｍｅｓ; RussetKit
Ｃｒｕｓｈ／Ｍａｔｅ; Open
Ｒａｎｋ; Apprentice
Ｃｌａｎ; TigerClan
Personality;; Cheerful and always happy, RussetPaw is a very fun, outgoing tom who likes to try to act like a clown. Many don't know this, but he happens to be very unconfident and insecure in the inside. He tries to pass off as a clown to draw attention to himself and come off as a humorous, funny tom. Usually he can always be found hanging with the other apprentices or trying to get the elders to laugh, but sometimes he's found sitting around waiting for his sister. He's always trying to grab her attention above all, but she doesn't seem to care much.
History;; Surprisingly, RussetPaw was his mother's third born kit, not her second, and she had him when she was pretty old too. After he was born, his parents treasured him above all else. They always went out of their way to make him happy, and his father often brought him gifts from outside the camp. Needless to say, RussetPaw lived a happy kithood, that is until, his father, LeopardFall, didn't make it to his apprentice ceremony. No one knows what happened to the tom, he just didn't return to camp one day. They attempted to follow his scent trail, but eventually it disappears. The clan assumed he was dead and held a ceremony for him. VineEye was so distraught after her mate's death that the life inside of her seemed to leave. All she was was the ghost of RussetPaw's mother. Come leaf-bare, she succumbed to black-cough and died. This left RussetPaw and SandFlight parentless. Desperate for the attention he was raised to have, RussetPaw attempted to befriend his sister, or get along with her. But she wanted nothing to do with him.
Appearance;; RussetPaw is a broad cat with a a burnt orange colored fur. His pelt is sleek and oily, making sure it doesn't catch in branches. He was regular light green eyes, that are always sparkling with laughter with a small, very distant glint of desperation.
Other;; Nopity nope nope
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Ｎａｍｅ; SandFlight
Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; She-cat
Ａｇｅ; 35 Moons
Ｋｉｎ; RussetPaw, StoneKit, VineEye, RiverClaw
Ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ Ｎａｍｅｓ; SandKit, SandPaw
Ｃｒｕｓｈ／Ｍａｔｅ; Open
Ｒａｎｋ; Warrior
Ｃｌａｎ; TigerClan
Personality;; Admirable and intelligent, SandFlight can also be described as a very calm, smooth cat who is always quick on her feet. She's always willing to lend a paw and has quite a vast knowledge of what goes on in the jungle. If one were to get into a verbal fight with her, they would be finished in seconds, SandFlight putting them down and back in their place. Despite her easy-to-get-along attitude, she is uncharacteristically cold and short with her younger brother, putting him down or ignoring him usually.
History;; SandFlight was born in a litter of two; her mother's first kits. And StarClan, did she love them both. She was constantly fussing over the two, grooming their pelts or keeping them close by her. Her kithood could have also been defined as great, if it weren't for the lack of her father. Confusingly, the tom never visited the nursery, and hardly acknowledged his mate, nevertheless his kits. Eventually, one day, VineEye confronted StormClaw about this, leaving her kits unattended, playing by the nursery. Raised voices and hissing drew most of the attention to the two cats, so no one saw the large snake slither into camp and head towards the two kits, who were now distracted by their two parents arguing. Of course, no one noticed. Not until it was too late. A loud screech turned all the heads to SandKit and a large snake towering over her. Immediately all rushed to rescue the kit, but the snake quickly turned and fled. No one realized at first until someone noticed the absence of little StoneKit. Then it dawned on everyone why SandKit was sobbing uncontrollably. The Snake had eaten StoneKit and had tried to take SandFlight as well. In the end, VineEye and StormClaw split, and SandFlight was left with a broken family. That is, until, VineEye fell in love with a younger tom named LeopardFall. This infuriated SandFlight. Sure it has been about 20 moons since her parents ended their mateship, but her mother falling in love with another tom completely ruined her hopes of them getting back together. Before long, the two had had another kit, little old RussetPaw. And boy, did SandFlight despise him. She hated RussetPaw, and she hated the fact that he actually had a father who adored and loved him. Even after their parents died (See RussetPaw's history), she still harbors a grudge against her younger kin.
Appearance;; SandFlight has a burnt orange medium length pelt with flecks of black in it, that helps her blend in at certain times. Unlike RussetPaw, who inherited his father's broad frame, SandFlight is a sleek, skinny cat, bearing the same oily fur. She has piercing green round eyes, that are usually warm and welcoming, unless shes looking at her brother.
Other;; idk
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