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You were raised in a strong heathy clan, where everyone was kind, and everyone was helpful, and no one wanted to hurt each toher- yet that changed in the blink of an eye. A murderer inside the clan tore them apart, drowning everyone in the nearby creek. Who the murderer is? Thats completely unknown- but you must trust someone. Not everyone- but someone.

But now, aparently, the murderer is gaining acomplises, it started with one- then two- then three. Love is not required here, but some may be found who care more about each other than they're own life.

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My name is Silverstar and I am 38 moons. I am
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as a warrior. I have one sister named Sparkstep.
I also have no crush and defiantly no mate.
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I'm broken, but I will stay strong.

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history;;
As a kit, I was born into a loving family. My mother and father
were Grace and Drake. They loved me so much. We were a big
farm family. Me, and four brothers. My dad taught me how to
hunt and fight. My mother taut me to care for everyone. One
day, the twolegsthat owned us invited several others to come.
The other twolegs took all of my brothers and left me with my
mother and father. A few months later, a fox attacked the
farm. He took my father. The twolegs looked at me when no
one would take me. They called me Silver. Gave me a silver
collar with a plant on it. I heard whispers from the forest. Does
it mean something? I would think... all the time. Once I looked
at the twolegs then my mother, sadness filled my heart. I heard
the whispers saying "Come to us. Come with us. Join us." I
looked at mother and she nodded. "Go" she mewed. I licked her
head then left. I got lost many times in the forest. I ran into the
old leader of *Insert Clan* and he accepted me. I asked to visit
my mother and he supported me. I was walking for two days
then heard Tumblekits cry. I saved him from the twoleg monster.
And life was hard after. I got so lost and couldn't find my way
to my mother. I came home and since sparkstep has hated me.

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personality;;
Silverstar is a fighter. She will do anything to protect her Clan.
Whether she was a kitty-pet or not. She is a very caring cat,
when she sees a kit in trouble she will always go to any length
to help them. Just like when she saw Tumblekit unhappy about
not having a mother, she invited him to join her with open arms.
She was a natural born mother. Even when fighting off loners
and hostile kittypets... there was a part of her that wanted to
help them run. A common phrase she says is: "Oh my starclan!
Sweetie are you alright?!"

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kit. I have four sisters named Angel,
Grace, Annei, and Bleu. I also have no
crush and defiantly no mate. I am only a
kit so don't start on kits because if I am only a
kit why would I have kits? To clear that up I
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history;;
When I was born, I was born in a twoleg garden, my mother
would come out everyday to feed us. She buried us with hay all
the time. There were cows there, and horses too. My twolegs hit
my mother with a broom. Her name was Asabella. She was
yelled at with words I couldn't understand. The twolegs watched
her go out one day and not go back into the house. She came to
us... The twoleg came over and yelled at her. We could walk
and I was hidden. I had 2 brothers and 1 sister. The twoleg
picked them up and brought them inside with my mom. He took
them away in a box. Mommy told me that she was with them
and he put them in a lake. I had walked up to the house and was
at the screen. The twoleg saw me and pushed me from the yard.
I was almost on a road. I had walked on it and sat in the middle
to cry. A car came driving and Silverstar was walking up the
street following a rabbit. She saw me and darted for me a tail
length away from the car and saved me. My mom was meowing
at the screen which drew the twoleg to me.

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personality;;
Tumblekit is a very shy cat, who wont go up to you to have a
conversation. Normally when people go to talk to him he runs
away like the scaredy cat he is. The only cat he will really talk
to is Silverstar. He is very trustworthy, he will keep anyones
secret. Since he doesn't talk or sociolize with cats much, it
would be very easy for him to keep your secret. Obviously, he
has been hiding his own for moons... He is also a very fast cat.
When he does talk, to stangers, he talks in a very fast tone, and
he is a very fast ordinarly kit. He can run like the wind. He
would run all the time through the woods running from friendly
cats... trying not to "Be Eaten." A common phrase he says is:
"There are reasons I don't talk, mainly because I will BE EATEN!"

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I also have no crush and defiantly no mate.
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Darling, I'm here to kill you.

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history;;
I was born into the Clan, a pureblood she-cat ready to kill the
world. My father was named Crimsonleaf, mother named
Angelgrace. My mother passed away giving birth to me, I never
knew who she was. My father decided to leave the clan to be
with some dumb she-cat that lived on a farm. He had kits with
her, and for that I tracked him down and I killed him, and once
the other mangy cats were out of the way I took his body from
my sister. She now is in my Clan, and I'm ready to kill her too,
and that stupid kit she dragged along with her tainting the clan
with unholy blood of kitty-pets. She is not a warrior, nor will she
ever be.

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personality;;
Sparkstar is a cold she-cat. She is cruel and vicious, merciless
and hostile. Yet no one knows that as she acts as the kindest
and best sport there is. She is the leader of the Clan, yet what
the clan doesn't know is that she has devious plans to destroy
the clan and kill her sister- and no one knows what they are
or that she even has them. The clan thinks that she has only
3 lives, but she truly has 7. No one can tell though- and no
one will find out until she wins.

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My name is Sharktooth and I am 28 moons. I am
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elder. I have no living siblings. I also have
no crush and defiantly no mate. Don't start
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I have kits? To clear that up I have no kits. But
I am willing to adopt kittens if they need support.
This is what you did to me, goodbye.

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I was born into the clan, and raised by a beautiful mother and
father who were both killed by monsters. When I was about 25
moons old, I ended up crossing a two-leg path, and a monster
hit me. I was lucky, compared to my parents who both died. I
simply lost the ability to move my back right leg. I was
considered paralyzed. I was ranked an elder as I could not
preform simple warrior duties, but I still try when I can. I've
learned to move on 3 legs, but its hard since I also lost my left
back paw which is why I could not retain my rank, but I am
working hard to re-gain the movement in my right hind leg right
now so I may once again return as a full time warrior to the
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personality;;
He is a fun and outgoing type of guy. He is that one cat that
will crack a joke at nothing, and will also listen to you for
hours. He is passionate about the warrior code and will protect
his Clan until death due them part. He can at times be harsh,
or even cruel, but that's only in battle. He will love and protect
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But I am willing to try and help adopt some.
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Spiritpaw was born to a family of unknown parents, yet it was
rumored that these cat were both black, and both not apart of
the Clan. The parents of Spiritpaw abandoned her as a kit
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kit into the territory of the tribe and has been with it since. She
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Spiritpaw is polite, nice, friendly and bubbly. She is also often
times very hyper. She has a keen sense of smell since she
cannot rely on her hearing to help with anything because she is
mostly deaf. She cannot hunt for that reason because she
cannot hear the light breathing of prey. Though, she was
smaller than normal size she is a good apprentice, though she
cannot hear perfectly, and extremally good swimmer though
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》I could tell you , but then I'd have to
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What do I really need to know?○

I'm Songflight. Why do you ask?
Okay, whoah. I'm female... eesh.
I'm a warrior. Duh.
I'm 30 moons.

■Hey, this is interesting!■
Uh, let's not talk about my real parents. I was adopted by a barren she cat and her mate. My older sisters were both barren, and so were my real mothers sisters. In fact, as far as I can tell, my whole family was barren, except for my mother, who died kitting me.
No, none of my family's around. My siblings all went looking for my father, who disappeared after my mother died.
No, I certainly won't tell you about my history!
I absolutely despise kits and queens. Mocking me with their happiness. I know I shouldn't, but I just want to kill them. It's awful.

♡So, how's love been treating you?♡
I don't like anyone. It's pointless. Go away. And I absolutely do not have a crush on Sharktooth.
No, I don't have a mate.
No, no kits, either! I probably never will, either, because I most likely can't have kits. Good bye.

[Fairy Tail<3]

Swiftstrike

Name:: Swiftkit - Swiftpaw - Swiftstrike
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 30 moons
Rank:: Deputy

Living Kin:: Swiftstrike has no living kin.
Love Interest: No one currently
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: Not yet

Pelt:: Short-haired, Black with White patches
Eye Color:: Olive Green
Build:: Strong, Burly, yet lean
Size:: Large

Strengths:: Strategy, Fighting, Hunting,
Tree Climbing, Strength
Weaknesses:: Obeying orders, Making conversation,
Constantly Sarcastic, Making friends/Getting along with anyone

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Swiftpaw and his only littermate Littlepaw, lived a regular kit life. Becoming older and earning their positions as apprentices, Swiftpaw and his sister grew farther and farther apart. Even as a kit, Swiftpaw didn't talk to much of anyone, but often beat up on his sister and parents to practice his skills to become a warrior. He was a determined kit, always wishing to prove himself as the best, learning quickly yet never knowing enough. He grew more and more aggressive with his sister till she would truly fight him off and their parents would have to scorn him. This turned the tom a little distant, as he started to attack the fresh kill, mutilating his breakfast rather than eating to practice. He grew faster than his sister, and by 6 moons he was twice the size of his sister, and twice as ambitious. Two weeks after becoming an apprentice, Swiftpaw had been asked by his parents to join them and Littlepaw on a family outing. Determined to show off his new found skills, he climbed a tree and as he pulled himself up on a large dead branch, the weight snapped the branch off and he and it fell to the ground. The tree smashed his parents and his sister and as he fell, he landed on his side, fracturing 3 ribs. Put into shock from the fall, he wasnt able to feel the pain when he got up to find his family. He watched them all die, his sister bleed to death and parents killed on impact. As an apprentice he constantly trains, working himself till he can't train anymore, often sneaking out of camp to train behind his mentor's back. This led him to pass out more often then not, but he became the most skilled apprentice and surpasses some of the warriors with how hard he works to know anything and everything he needs to know to be the best. His skills and extreme loyalty to the clan earned him the rank of deputy, though he thirsts for the power of leader. Whenever he remembers the day he killed his family, it reminds him of the adrenaline and the absence of emotion it brought him. He craves the power enough to kill, though he also has an extreme hate for mix-bloods, as he wants his clan to be pure warriors. He always contemplates ridding the clan of the mix-bloods and has all intent to carry it out soon.

[Fairy Tail<3]

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Name:: Echokit- Echopaw - Echofall
Gender:: Tom
Age:: 39 moons
Clan:: Sunclan
Rank:: Medicine Cat

Living Kin:: Shadowpaw
Love Interest: No one {Honeywhisker = Deceased}
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: Shadowpaw

Pelt:: Long-haired, Smokey Black Maine Coon
Eye Color:: Dandelion Yellow
Build:: Brute, Burly, Well-muscular
Size:: Large

Strengths:: Hunting, Fighting, Following Orders,
Strength, Giving Orders, Handling Authority,
Dealing with stressors, Strategy, Remaining Calm
Weaknesses:: Speed, Climbing, Swimming,
Tree-hunting, Grace

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Born in a litter to two loners, the young tom and his 2 siblings lived a few moons outside of the clan's territory but life was still hard. Food was hard to come by and his parents skills weren't the best, and there were 5 mouths to feed. His father, whom was casting an affair with a she-cat within the clan, had been caught meeting with her by their mother. Given the choice to leave the area with the she-cat and their kits, or to stay with the flee-bag she-cat he had been meeting with, and he chose his mother. Not wanting all of his kits to perish, he chose the strongest out of his kits, knowing Oak would make it on his own if any of his kits would. Knowing his son would prefer the life of a warrior rather than the life they were traveling to have... The life of a kittypet.... Leaving his son at the edge of the border with the she-cat, he was left at the early age of 2 moons and placed into the clan where he was raised as a clan cat and told was abandoned to die. Given his name, Echokit, the tom trained hard to prove his place in the clan and earned it with flying colors. His apprentice life was easy, earning his name when he fell from a tree like a leaf in the wind into a pile of snow, not being the best climber in the clan, his yowl of fear echoing off of ever tree and rock. He grew into a large and muscular tom and earned his warrior name with great pride. He is as loyal if not more loyal to his clan, as his clanmates are, and is always striving to prove that he belongs in the clan just as much as anyone else. His heavy coat allowed him to stay warm through the winters, and with his well balanced exercise, strength, and rest, he fought greencough and was healthy after a few sunrises. His determination to be strong for his clan so that someone will be able to protect them if anything should get in, led him to persevere through the illness and rise again. His determination and dedication to the clan, he was granted the rank of deputy and lives up to that rank as he nearly lost his life defending the borders against a stray fox that had thought the clan would be easy prey. After many moons, he fell in love with Honeywhisker, and they became mates. Echoall and Honeywhisker spent many moons together, loyal to the clan yet loyal to each other just as much. They soon had two young kits, Shadowkit and Nettllekit. Struggling to keep Nettlekit out of trouble, they watched them grow together and after the two became apprentice's, Echofall and Honeywhisker couldn't have more proud, and still crazy in love. Only two moons later, as the pair now couldn't watch their kits every move, it became more worrisome between the mates. Echofall spotted Nettlepaw sneaking out of camp and followed after, thank Starclan he had, as shortly after, Nettlepaw ran into a fox. Throwing himself at the fox to protect his son, Echofall fought bravely, holding it off long enough for a patrol to show up in his aid. Though there is only so much a patrol can do against a fox, before it took Nettlepaw's life. Thanking Starclan they hadn't lost both of their kits, Honeywhisker and Echofall became extremely protective of Shadowpaw, though the concern was shifting toward Honeywhisker over time. After only a few short days, the infection from a bite wound took his mate's life, and ever since, he has become quiet and very protective of his only living daughter, Shadowpaw. Growing quiet and very focused on his daughter and his warrior duties, though Shadowpaw has become his top priority since the drownings began. He is grown wary of a new relationship at his loss of his mate, bringing him to a very saddening demeanor most of the time, though this leads him to become very focused in his work so that he gets more done, more efficiently.

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Name:: Shadowkit - Shadowpaw - Shadowbird
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 8 moons
Clan:: Sunclan
Rank:: Apprentice

Living Kin:: Echofall
Love Interest: No one currently {Open!}
Loved by:: No one currently
Offspring:: Not yet

Pelt:: Long haired, Black Tabby
Eye Color:: A stormy blue
Build:: Muscular, Large, Maine Coon
Size:: Large

Strengths:: Strategy, Fighting, Quick Thinking,
Retaining Information, Swimming
Weaknesses:: Climbing, Being Assertive,
Tree Hunting, Soft Spoken

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Shadowpaw and her only littermate Nettlepaw, lived a regular kit life. Becoming older and earning their positions as apprentices, Nettlepaw and Shadowpaw grew farther and farther apart. Even as a kit, Nettlepaw didn't talk to much of anyone, but often beat up on Shadowpaw and parents to practice his skills to become a warrior. Being very different than her brother, and following the rules and any orders given to her, she was often pulled into trouble by her brother. Learning to stay away from him to keep out of trouble, she ended up being the bossy sister that tended to get on Nettlepaw's nerves. Her brother grew more and more aggressive with him till he would truly fight him off and their parents would have to scorn him. This pushed the two littermates even further apart, her happily helping the elders and her parents, while Nettlepaw was mutilating his breakfast rather than eating, just to practice. Two sunrises after becoming an apprentice, Nettlepaw snuck out to explore the territory more than he had been shown, but was followed by his father. That same night, Shadowpaw was put on a patrol with her mentor and mother after having heard about some loners and rogues that may be stealing prey. That fateful night, her brother ran into a fox that attacked, but before he was touched, his father threw himself into the fox. Sent into shock, her brother was rendered useless while their father fought the fox. The ruckus brought the patrol by, and the entire patrol leaped into action, including Shadowpaw. The fox had shaken off each cat and went straight for Nettlepaw, snapping its jaws around his neck and killing him swiftly. They were unable to save her brother, but her parents and mentor lived. Shadowpaw and her parents grew even closer together and were nearly inseparable after that.Though the wounds that her mother had gotten around her neck due to the fox bite became infected and began swelling and depleting her immune system. After a short while, her mother died, unable to cure the infection, leaving just her father and herself. Shee has grown into a rather quiet she-cat with a heart bigger than her body. He will help anyone at any turn, and follows orders to his best ability. He is very respectful, and extremely loyal, making her one of the best cats to be friends with. She is extremely polite to She-cats and toms, but struggles with not making a fool of herself with the tom of her interest. She hopes to find true love, and someone that will accept her for his flaws. She is rather mellow, and laid back as she won't jump into trouble with out hesitation. She is extremely cautious and gentle-hearted, but gives in easily if it means she will disappoint someone.

[Fairy Tail<3]

Daisyclaw

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Name:: Daisykit- Daisypaw - Daisyclaw
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 34 moons
Rank:: Queen

Living Kin:: Blizzardstep
Love Interest: Open {Adderclaw - Deceased}
Loved by:: No one Currently
Offspring:: Yet to be born {Cloverkit, Beetlekit, Owlkit, & Frostkit}

Pelt:: Long-haired, Ragdoll {Snowy White,
Dark Brown Around Eyes, Brown Ears, Brown Tail}
Eye Color:: Sky Blue
Build:: Well-Muscular, Slim/Fit, Fluffy
Size:: Large

Strengths:: Hunting, Protecting Others, Following The Warrior Code,
Offensive Fighting, Speed, Loyal, Caring, Compassionate
Weaknesses:: Strength {Not very strong}, Climbing, Defensive Fighting,
Strict, Over-Protective, Following Orders
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Hiding within the borders of Dawnclan, Nemo a kittypet, was heavy with kits and made her home within the bottom of a tree that made a small cave. Giving birth to her kits in the dead of winter, the snow whipping around the tree in spirals. A blizzard had wreaked its havoc for the last 5 days, leaving Nemo weak and hungry as she wasn't the best hunter with how heavy she was, and having been a kittypet she had little to no skills anyways. It had been a couple moons since she had left her twolegs with her mate, though he had vanished the first day of the blizzard when he went out hunting. Shivering and shaking within her small den, Nemo yowled in pain as her belly contracted as a sign of the oncoming kits. Giving birth to her kits, her yowls of pain had drawing in a nearby warrior that had been hunting in the cold weather. The last kit, having thought to be still born, was just a late breather, and after the warrior left it was whom lay at her mother's rear. Managing to scramble and wriggle her way to her mother's belly as she searched for warmth, the small white kit with a brown head suckled her mother. The night passed and morning came, though the blizzard had gotten worse, so the warrior from the night before went back to the little den to move the mother from there only to find another kit, suckling her mother's dead body. Quickly taking the kit and racing to camp, it was Daisykit whom was the 'dead' kit from the litter. Given the clan name of Daisykit due to her white fur that reminded the queen of summer; she was raised for 2 moons in the nursery alone, before the snow had dwindled and allowed an exit to explore the camp. Reaching that 2 moons with lots of help from the medicine cat, Daisykit played along with her brother, Blizzardkit and became even closer than they were within the nursery. Both mellow and hard to anger, they played frantically, using every bit of energy they had by sunhigh, to where they lounged around the elders den throughout the rest of the day as the sun began to set. They led a rather easy apprentice life, Daisykit and Blizzardkit became Daisypaw and Blizzardpaw, and were just as inseparable as they were as kits. Daisypaw became a fierce fighter when it came to protecting her clanmates, mainly her brother; Daisypaw became Daisyclaw along side her brother Blizzardstep. She fell in love with an older tom by the name of Adderclaw, quickly making her way to his side at every moment she could. They fell madly in love, and she became pregnant with kits, but then the drownings began which had lead to Adderclaw's demise, having been drown by the traitor. Left broken hearted and scared from the casualties and shock from the series of drownings, Daisyclaw grew restless and more protective by the day. With her kits only a moon or so away, she is going less talkative and lingers in the warmth of the sun when she can. Daisyclaw is a very sensitive she-cat and an amazing listener who will listen to any cats problems for hours on end to be sure that they will be alright after. She is very honest, and won't be afraid of hurting someone's feelings in the process of telling it, but she takes pride in it. She is fiercely loyal to her clan, even though she was not clanborn, and she strives to show that she belongs in the clan. Still broken-hearted and distant from the loss of her mate, she doesn't speak a whole lot, though dreams of having another father for her kits.

[r e d.]

Name Blackleaf
Gender Molly, she/her
Age 48 moons
Rank Medicine Cat

main trait quiet
pos. traits keen, reliable
neg. traits quiet, depression

crush forbidden
mate forbidden
kits forbidden

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with a lean build ment for speed
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blackkit was taught by her mother until 6 moons of age. but during those six moons she discovered she didn't want to cause death, but to be graceful, keen molly. her brothers were the same as her but enjoyed being able to fight for their clan. she became the apprentice to dovesong. a kind, light grey molly with fern green eyes. she taught blackkit, who became blackpaw, to memories the herbs easily and earn her name within the next eight moons. when she gained her medicine cat name, dovesong was near death. she had received green cough from the sick cats she had been healing that leaf-bare. blackleaf had done her best for dovesong, but she eventually died leaving her memories for everyone.

she had been the normal, graceful medicine cat she was until a major battle against some badgers. a mother and her older cubs. Sandstep, who was her brother, ended up being killed by the mother. her oldest brother was wounded and ended up having to remove half his tail. oakpelt and blackleaf morned for their lost brother peacefully. if he died it was his time.

now she is here, as a medicine cat. but where will fate take her and oakpelt now?

(Oakpelt is open cx stick to his description plz <3)

[zutopia]

Name;; DoveFeather
Age;; 2 yrs
Actual Age;; 22 moons
Rank;; Warriors
Gender;; She-cat
Fears;; Dying without a mate
+ traits;; fighter, sweet,
Caring, funny, protective
- traits;; Battle, tracking,
Annoying (sometimes)
Crush;; pm me
mate;; None

{{allowed to be killed

[hollyglow]

》Of course I'd take a badger for you!《

》What's your name?
I'm Fogpaw.
》What gender are you?
Well, I'm a tom, last I checked...
》What rank are you?
Rank? Oh. Yeah. Medicine cat apprentice.
》How old are you?
I'm twenty moons old, about.

♧Who's your mother?
Her name was Mistygaze. I don't know where she went.
♧Who's your father? I don't know, I never met him.
♧Do you have any siblings?
I did have two, Eaglegaze and Firflame, but they both died. I'd rather not get into that right now....

○What's your history?
At firsr, it was pretty standard. My mother raised us in thd clan. One night when we were all warriors, I woke up. I had a bellyache, and I'd been waking up pretty often in the night. But this time, there were claws at my throat. I screeched in alarm, waking all the cats in camp. The cat who had been about to kill me clawed me in the belly, then ran off. He'd already killed both my siblings.

♡Do you have a crush?
Well-no! Of course not! I would never!
♡Okay, how about a mate?
No. And before you ask, no kits either.

Name: My name is Magnolia. My mother said she named me because my pelt was the color of the flowers on her favorite tree, the magnolia.
Rank: Um. What do you mean? I've never seen another cat besides my family or the occasional random cat.
Gender: Uh, that's a spectacularly weird question... I mean, my father called me little lady, so that should be a dead giveaway.
Age: Well... I'm not really entirely sure, but somewhere around 21 moons, maybe?
Mother: She was named Topaz.
Father: His name was Birch.
Siblings: Well... you know what? I don't want to talk about it.
History: I don't want to talk about that either, but okay. My mom, Topaz, she was weakened badly after giving birth to me and my siblings. She was so weak, my father thought she was going to die. So he left her to die after killing my siblings. He left for a she cat named Wailyn. Urgh. I hate her so much. I was supposed to be dead, too, but I was the last one, the runt, and my father was sloppy. Well, Topaz was a perfect mother. She gave me her prey when we didn't have enough. She curled around me tightly on cold nights. And she protected me. One day when I was twelve moons old, we were attacked by this creepy cat. He was trying to kidnap me, or attack me, or something, and she tackled him and screamed at me to run. To meet her at our den. So I ran, and waited in our cozy den for a week before thirst drove me out. She never came back. Luckily, she'd taught me how to hunt and fight, so I was able to survive. I suppose I've just been wandering aimlessly.
Personality: I'm sweet, caring, and gentle. I've always wanted to have kits, but... well, I haven't met many toms. However, I can be over sensitive at times, and I'm not really much of a fighter. I know enough to survive, but I'm no good at anything more than the basics.
Crush: No, of course not. Truth be told, I'm sort of nervous around toms, or love, because of my parents and the tom who killed my mother.
Mate: N-no.
Kits: Well, of course I can't have any until I have a mate.

[zutopia]

Changed my username from Stitch <3 just to let you guys know!