⇉ {heavy is the cost} • {discussion and forms} ⇉

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Main thread.

Here's a few things I must mention before you post
your forms.

• This roleplay is SEMI-LITERATURE. I won't accept people whose
forms have personalities like: "He is smart, funny, and flirty."
That's just not going to cut it. You WILL be shot down if you try
to join with a form that I feel isn't good enough.. EXPERIENCED
ROLEPLAYERS ONLY.

• History and personality must be included, and the minimum
of sentences you can have for each is ten!

• Go ahead and post as many forms as you'd like, but please
limit it to one cat per post. Also, please only submit as many
cats as you can keep active at a time.

• I will not be creating a default form, so please make up
your own.

Be creative and have fun!

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scorchstar can seem distant and unattached
to new cats in his life. he enjoys spending time
with others but may feel withdrawn. his face
can often have a bored look to it, and some
mistake this for arrogance. scorchstar has a
fiery irritability and is quite hostile at times.
his quick temper is also one of his biggest f-
aults, and he strives to work past it. he is
not without his moral standards; he belie-
ves in honesty and respect and always tries
to do what's right. his honest nature can
lead to trouble because his tongue is sharp
and his words and actions are used at tim-
es without little care for those around him.
scorchstar is also plagued by other's suffe-
ring. he is deeply hurt by injustices. he is
very passionate and tender towards those
who come into his life. when he loves he
gives his whole heart, which frightens him.
lastly, after his mate's death, scorchstar
has become cold and unfeeling. he in fact
believes himself to be a poison to those he
loves. he has removed himself from others,
only communicating when he needs to for
the benefit of desertclan. instead of facing
his grief, he runs from it and pours himself
into his duties as leader. the past haunts
him when he is idle, so he keeps busy.
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scorchstar has a pale orange tabby
pelt. his fur is very short, but a few
longer wisps are on his hindquarters
and end of his tail. his eyes are a
very pale emerald, with hues of
gold around the irises. his height
makes him seem regal and power-
ful; he can often be described as
angular and elegant. scorchstar's
also very muscular, but in a thin,
wiry way. his whiskers are long
and droopy; his nose and claws
are cool shades of coral, as well.
scorchstar has got a few old scars
across his pelt, and one in partic-
ular is across his right flank from
a run-in with a coyote when he
was an apprentice. to this day,
the vicious, pale pink scar is
upon his pelt.
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name. scorchstar
gender. male
age. 51 moons
rank. leader
build. lanky, thin
crush. closed
mate. closed
sexuality. straight
apprentice. nope
lives left. 4
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xxxxxx scorchstar was born and raised in desertclan - it's all he's ever known. his mother was a passing rogue that had seduced scorchstar's father, dunestar. if anything, scorchstar's birth was a mistake, because his mother never expected to stay around long enough to have kits. when he was born, almost immediately, she left the desert and hasn't returned since, because she was young and couldn't handle the responsibilities of being a mother. dunestar gave scorchkit, the tom he'd named for his bright pelt, to a queen named toadclaw. she nurtured him and loved him with all of her heart... but as soon as scorchkit was able to totter out of the nursery, it grew obvious that her lessons on maturity, mannerisms, and humbleness were lost on him. during his life as a young cat, he was very self-absorbed, arrogant, and, in many ways, similar to his daughter. it wasn't until the night he had a run-in with a coyote, when he was nearly killed soon before his warrior ceremony, did he realize that he needed to straighten up.
xxxxxx he came racing into camp with that very coyote that had taught him quite the lesson, and ran so fast his clanmates swore that his tail was on fire! thusly dunestar named his son scorchtail when he finally reached fifteen moons - just to honor the iconic moment. young scorchtail rose through the ranks quickly - he'd never even had an apprentice when he was made deputy. he became the clan's second in command at the young age of twenty-two moons. every cat had seen it coming. since he'd earned his warrior name, a marvelous change of heart had settled over the tom.
xxxxxx but along with his new duties as deputy, the cat was struggling with romance. he'd become mates with his childhood friend, sandfur. with time, as dunestar grew older, scorchstar's love for sandfur grew as well. when he was made leader after dunestar's death, she revealed to him that she was expecting his kits! unfortunately, sandfur went into early and unexpected labor and died before her mate's very eyes. she'd bore three kits, but two of the three were stillborn. only flarepaw survived.
xxxxxx her death still haunts the orange tabby to this very day, and he will never truly escape from his memories of sandfur.. which is why he's constantly so busy. he burrows himself into his job as leader and envelopes himself in his duties to the clan so as to forget about his past and what could've been if his mate had lived. after her death, scorchstar closed himself off from his clanmates, and grew ever more stoic and demanding of them. he's very protective of his rebellious daughter, but he only watches her every move out of fear that she too will leave him. the poor tom's fear is that everyone he loves and trusts will abandon him. because of this, he's very unlikely to open up to anyone.. ever again.

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flarepaw is known to parade around camp
with her head and tail arched high and a cocky
skip in her step. she's too self-involved for her
own good. born with an air of superiority and
a big ego, she naturally cares only about her-
self. she's snobby and has a snappy attitude.
she doesn't care who you are, or if you are of
any importance - she will snap and snarl at w-
homever she pleases. flarepaw can also tran-
sform from calm to hot-tempered in a flash.
she goes from green glare to glistening inciso-
rs in a matter of seconds. even one misplaced
look could set her off. she constantly seeks
adventure and dangerous things.. she also lo-
ves adrenaline and will take on just about a-
ny dare. she never, ever gives up. when she
has a goal, she never loses sight of that goal
and will pursue it to no end until it is achieve-
ed. she is also very manipulative, and with far-
lsely-sugared words and a mischievous look in
her eye, she can get just about anyone to do
her bidding. lastly: she is desperate for love
and is an attention-seeker. part of the reason
why she is always ignoring scorchstar's rules is
because she desires his attention more than a-
nything. she actually finds herself enjoying th-
e times when he lectures her, because they get
to spend one-on-one time together.
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flarepaw has a very thin ebony pelt.
she's petite and miniature, with
long limbs, a short muzzle, big
feet, and an overall wiry physique.
her fur length is average and a bit
longer in some areas than her fat-
her's. her eyes are a pale shade of
emerald green; her whiskers are
black and curly, her claws are an
ivory color, and her nose is a dark
brown color! her most noticeable
flaw is her limp: once, she slipped
and fell while trying to climb the
top of the big rock. when she fell,
she landed awkwardly on her front
leg, twisting her paw. to this day,
she limps about camp, and has ne-
ver fully recovered from the almost
-broken-paw completely. other th-
an that.. she has a few bumps and
bruises and scars upon her pelt fr-
om previous dares, but no injuries
are as noticeable as her limp.
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name. flarepaw/ears
gender. female
age. 14 moons
rank. apprentice
build. lanky, thin
crush. thorn (kinda)
mate. later on
sexuality. straight
mentor. coyoteclaw
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xxxxxx from the time she was born, bathed in her own mother's blood, flarepaw has always been a(n) self-absorbed, independent, aloof molly. many think that she turned out much like her mother.. who was just as spiteful. flarekit grew up being showered with love and affection, because many consider her birth a miracle. and, since she is the leader's only child, everyone adored her and wanted to keep her safe - after all, she was likely to become the clan's next leader, right?
xxxxxx wrong. over time, flarekit, even at the young age of five to six moons, grew cocky and annoying, much like her father had. she figured that she could do whatever she wanted and figured that, no matter what she did wrong or what she said, she'd always be accepted for her wrongdoings! though scorchstar saw what his clanmates' attention was doing to his daughter, he was still mourning over sandfur and her death, so he honestly didn't pay flarekit much mind.. until she was dared to climb up the big rock by one of her kittenhood friends.
xxxxxx it was two moons before she would become an apprentice, and the two cats had snuck out of camp for the first time. they explored for quite some time, and it was lucky they weren't eaten by coyotes while they lolligagged about the desert, marveling at everything they saw. then they came into view of the legendary big rock.. immediately, flarekit's companion dared her to scale it, telling her that he/she would give flarekit rights to her share of her/his dinner for the next few days if she was able to get to the top.
xxxxxx unable to resist, flarekit, began her ascent up the rock. when she was halfway to the top, karma caught up with her, and she slipped and landed hard on her fore-paw. the crack that came with the sound of her body hitting the desert floor was sure to be heard for miles, and because of the pain, she quickly blacked out. it was miraculous the four-moon-old cat had survived.. almost impossible, even, but starclan seemed to be looking out for her.
xxxxxx she spent the next three moons cooped up in the medicine cats' den with a sort of splint on her paw, but she was actually... happy that she'd taken her friend up on her/his challenge. only because she'd gained scorchstar's attention for, amazingly, more than a moment or so for once! even though her apprentice ceremony was delayed by a moon, and even though flarepaw has never fully recovered from her fall and nearly-broken paw, she still hasn't learned her lesson. from the day she was released from softberry's den and from the day she could begin her training at coyoteclaw's side, flarepaw began to grow infamous for her ability to take on any dare. even now, after her near-death experience, she still is a rule-breaker, and quite the little thug!

copyright sleeper for the amazing form. thank you for giving me permission to use it!!

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hawkcry has always been cold and rude
towards pretty much everyone around
him. from the time he was a young cat
the dark tabby has been an expert at
lying, cheating, and stealing. he is ex-
cellent at trickery and the manipulati-
on of others. this is very ironic, becau-
se he is easy to persuade as much as a-
nyone, and when power is involved, h-
e'll do most anything to get it. Due to
his former life as a rogue, he's also ve-
ry selfish and pretty twisted. He tends
to provide for himself before he does
his clanmates. hawkcry also has an ex-
plosive temper and absolutely no filter.
His big mouth often gets him in trouble.
hawkcry's also terribly vulgar, and his f-
oul language and outrageous ways of c-
ommunicating can stun any cat. he can
be a major kiss-up as well as an overly
cavalier, bodacious feline when it com-
es to females. he has this bewitching w-
ay of enthralling them, ensnaring them
like bees to honey. with his wide, char-
ming stare, cocky grin, and seemingly
polite way of addresssing all mollies..
she-cats are easily fooled by his looks
and sweetened words, and can never tr-
uly see his dark intentions behind all th-
e flirting.
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hawkcry is stocky and very muscul-
ar with a broad face and even broad-
er shoulders. his paws, pure white,
could squash a kitten easily. he's a
dark brown tabby with a patch of w-
hite on his chest that is surrounded
by creamy fur. this cream color is
also scattered in other places along
his body. his eyes are a bright blue,
and his whiskers are long and alwa-
ys well-managed. his nose is small
and a dark pink color. most of haw-
kcry's right ear has been torn away
from a recent fight with a rogue.
it is now a mangled stump of flesh
that is gruesome to look at. hawk-
cry can hardly hear out of this ear,
and can only pick up loud noises
with it. he also has long, thin scr-
atch marks on his chest as well as
some swipes across his shoulders.
other than these more recent wo-
unds, his pelt is covered with old,
faded scars.
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name. hawkcry
gender. male
age. 34 moons
rank. warrior
build. brawny
crush. coyoteclaw
mate. later on
sexuality. straight
apprentice. breezepaw
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xxxxxx hawkcry was abandoned by his parents when he was scarcely a moon old - in twolegplace no less! at the time, the little tomcat lived in a land far, far away from the deserts of arizona where the clan cats reside now. he lived in a cold environment, and that particular winter, his parents decided to kick him to the curb on one of the snowiest nights of the year. the nameless little kitten that has been discarded like trash had been seen as a burden in his parents eyes. hawkcry had been a runt, and because of this and his abandonment, he hates weak cats and has low tolerance for those that cannot fend for themselves to this day.
xxxxxx a mangy black cat named sheen found little hawkcry, took pity on him, and began to raise him. she named him hawk, because of his brilliant blue eyes that could pierce one's heart like a hawk's talons, and for his dark tabby pelt. as soon as young hawk was well enough and had recovered from his shock of being disposed of, sheen began to show him the ropes. it was as if she desired someone who could uphold her position one day - as the most revered cat in twolegplace - and would stop at nothing to make hawk just as feared and frightful as her. as hawk grew more and more, until he was no longer a kitten but a monstrously big brute, so did his mother's ambitions. the older hawk became, the more and more sheen took her son and trained the poor thing to he point of exhaustion. the combination of hawk's not-wanting-to-disappoint-his-mother and not-being-allowed-to-show-weaknesses made matters much worse. he was changed from the intellectual, full-of-life kit into the rude and cocky jerk that he is today.
xxxxxx hawk, despite the awful living conditions of the twolegplace and the fact that he almost always went to bed hungry, flourished under sheen's wing. it wasn't long before he became a strong, lean-muscled tomcat - a brute, really, even at a young age. it also didn't take long for hawk to start acting rebellious and disrespectful to sheen around his thirteenth or fourteenth moon of living with her, and that was when their peace between one another was shattered for good.
xxxxxx up until hawk had begun to grow cockier, he and sheen had shared a strong, unshakable bond, but once he started acting rambunctious, well, their relationship weakened. instead of caring for each other like mother and son, they merely began to tolerate one another. nevertheless, they made quite the team. both were just as ruthless as the other, which was mainly why they began to clash - they were just too similar that they butted heads constantly and got in one another's fur. not the best of mother-son relationships. things had gone sour between the aggressive and boorish cats, and only went downhill from there.
xxxxxx one day, when the two ventured out into the inner parts of twolegplace to scavenge, sheen decided to take a shortcut over a rotten fence. there was a seafood joint just on the other side, she claimed. despite hawk's warning that the fence didn't look safe, sheen jumped up to its top and found it teeter under her weight. the fence fell, and hawk watched in shock as his mentor landed with a thud on her back and was impaled by a piece of the splintering wood. flecked with blood and slowly realizing he was free from sheen's iron grip, hawk gave a smile one could only describe as cruel.
xxxxxx and then, not even bothering to cleanse himself of sheen's blood, he left her there in twolegplace and never looked back. in truth, the dark tabby had always sought freedom, and hated being tied to twolegplace by sheen. later, as he journeyed, looking for adventure and a place to call home away from man, he thought back on his mother a lot, often guiltily. she had sacrificed everything to give him food and shelter, and he'd repaid her by not even giving her a burial. he tried to burrow his guilt in thinking that, since she was dead, why did it matter anyway? she'd died because of some freak accident; it wasn't my fault! i shouldn't feel badly.. eventually, he got to the point of, when he thought about sheen, he felt virtually nothing; his foster mother was nothing more than a dusty artifact on a shelf: there, but forgotten.
xxxxxx when he was around twenty-three moons old, hawk found the desert, and decided to enter it; he was amazed with himself and his strength. he'd literally crossed the country! the young tom wandered aimlessly around the desert for the next few moons of his life, and lived on the outskirts of desertclan territory. soon enough, after encountering a few of the desertclan individuals, hawk's curisoity with the clan grew. he discovered that he, though he'd never thought of himself as a "group cat", longed to belong somewhere and longed for power.. and only desertclan could give him the acceptance and thrust for glory he craved.
xxxxxx therefore, hawk gave into his temptations and joined the lot of cats that he still is with today. older than the other apprentices as he was, hawk became hawkpaw with scorchstar as his mentor. there was an almost instant hate for the oriental shorthair that developed within the newly-named hawkpaw. it blossomed within him like a dark flower, because, for one, hawkpaw craved the leader's power, and, two, he hated feeling like he was being talked-down to by the leader and scolded by him. even though there wasn't even that big of a difference in their ages!
xxxxxx he trained under scorchstar's wing, but hated every moment he shared with the tabby. hawkpaw discovered that if he used his dislike for his mentor, he could focus and hone his skills more. it was a lot easier to practice clawing the air when you were imaging raking your claws across your leader's face, in hawkpaw's opinion. because of how quickly the tom had excelled in hunting and battle training, hawkpaw, after only three or four months of being an apprentice, became hawkcry. to this day he is a formidable force - just like he was when he was an apprentice - and has only grown darker and more of a bully since his early days in the clan.

copyright sleeper for the amazing form. thank you for giving me permission to use it!!

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ant has been the witty, grumpy type ever
since she escaped from her past life. she-
's very, very smart, and picks her battles
carefully. cats of desertclan do not see
her much, as she does most of her hunt-
ing and strolling about when it is nightt-
ime.. though many have heard of the "-
ghost cat" that roams through the clan's
land and sings with the coyotes. she's,
in all honesty, rather spooky and omin-
ous, and has a terrifying outlook on life.
that's not to say she isn't a pretty molly,
because she is under all of her ruffled f-
ur and mange. but her sarcastic, scorch-
hing tongue, disturbing way of address-
ng others, and mysterious manners of
wording things can make any cat's he-
ad spin. ant is incredibly bewitching
and persuasive, and can bend others
to her will. if she desired for you to
bouncing into a badger set, you wo-
uld. she's a bit of a flirty cat, though
she prefers just toying with females
rather than getting romantically inv-
olved with them. she has also got a
cynical, petulant demeanor, and, li-
ke stated, is mysterious, intelligent,
and perceptive. consider yourself lu-
cky if you get the chance to meet th-
is spiteful molly!
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ant is a very thin, very hard-mus-
cled abyssinian she-cat. her pelt is
of an average length, and is mostly
tannish brown in color. it is a deep,
russet color on the top of her head,
on her back, on her tail, and on h-
er ears; she also has creamy-white
strips of fur around her eyes and c-
hin. despite her coat's slight thick-
ness, it does little to cover up just
how underfed ant is: her bones jut
out from beneath her pelt and are
very prominent. she has inredibly
long legs, and can travel vast dist-
ances without growing tired. her
tail, one of the most special thin-
gs about her, is abnormally long.
she uses it almost like one would
a whip - lashing out with it to ei-
ther to stun prey or to tease an
opponent. her other defining fe-
ature is her bright golden eyes;
they are a key instrument in h-
er persuasion tactics.
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name. ant
gender. female
age. 27 moons
rank. rogue
build. bony
crush. not yet
mate. later on
sexuality. homo
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xxxxxx ant's start in life wasn't very pleasant. she had to endure savage experiments at the hands of humans for half of her life before she escaped to the safety of the desert. selected to be subjected to these series of experimentations at the age of six moons, ant, until she was fifteen moons old, lived in captivity. it is miracle she survived the things that the scientists subjected her to, as she was one of the humans' favorite toys to play with and got far rougher treatment than the other lab animals. she was raised alone, in a separate area of the lab from any other cats that the scientists owned, never knowing the comfort of others of her kind. there was only her, the scientists, her cage, and her metal food-bowl. oh, and the excruciatingly painful experiments that the twolegs conducted on her. in fact, the only positive relationships she had was with the dry cat food her torturers offered her and with the metal table on which they tested her.
xxxxxx because of her solitude, ant quickly turned from a happy-go-lucky kitten to the wry, defensive, and, frankly, terrifying cat that she is today. she became more and more hateful to the scientists that poked and prodded and tested her... until the day they took it too far. until they declawed her for the sake of their tests and diagrams. humiliated and shocked by the sudden loss of her claws, ant began to plot her escape. it wasn't easy for the molly, either, with one of her natural weapons seized from her, but she accomplished her carefully executed plan in the end. finally, after months of torture at the humans' hands, she was able to escape from her cage and the confines of the lab and enter the world beyond. the world that she'd never been able to see.
xxxxxx ant became a rogue, never being able to fully adjust to life with others. she only became more resolute in her decision to stay alone when she stumbled upon desertclan's territory months after her flee from the scientists. unlike the other cats in ant's new area, she was feral and wild, living on her own and doing whatever pleased her. they were so... confined in their little oasis, all forced to cooperate with one another. ant knew that, in a clan so big, something would eventually bend and break and the cats would turn on one another. it was only a matter of time. besides - she didn't want to get wrapped up into the clan and their intricate systems and hierarchies. she actually.. enjoyed being alone. loved it, even. because she knew that she would always have nothing to lose and nothing to hold onto if she didn't form bonds with others.
xxxxxx ant stays away from the oasis as often as she can nowadays and has become a presence rarely seen by the desertclan cats. she tends to move around the desert often - never staying in the same den more than three times - so it is very difficult to track her, too. she rarely comes out of her "makeshift dens" in the daytime - instead only venturing out when its either cloudy or rainy, or when it's nearing sundown. though her methods of operation are strange, they keep her alive keep and sustained. and, most importantly: keep her undetected by her neighbors.
xxxxxx all in all, the abyssinian is only too content to live as an outsider, a stranger, for the rest of her days. she is more than eager to leave the mental and physical scars of her life with humans behind and live in solitude: where she'll never have to face any sort of losses again.

copyright sleeper for the amazing form. thank you for giving me permission to use it!!

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N e w t p a w

"And I coudn't stand the person inside me;
I turned all the mirrors around."

Theme song: Beekeeper - Keaton Henson

Voice: Elijah Wood (Wirt)


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[The Basics]

Name: Newtpaw. (Newt whisker when older!) || Previous Names: Chester. || Gender: Male/brute/tomcat || Age: 13 moons! || Sexuality: Demisexual and heterosexual. || Rank: Apprentice || Desired Rank: Newtpaw isn't too keen on becoming a warrior soon, so he doesn't desire a higher rank. He takes things slow and steady because of his narcolepsy and occasional, haunting visions, and is content with were he is rank wise. || Alliance: DesertClan ||

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[Relationships]
Parents: Father: Francesco, Mother: Mariella. || Siblings: None known.. though if you'd ever like to make a long lost sibling for Newtpaw, please PM me. || Crush: Not yet.. Though, honestly, this young tom has far more on his mind than females. If anything, he doesn't take interest in them, because he's too concerned with his mental illness and fears rejection passionately. || Mate: He is highly unlikely to get one. Ever. He's too strange and freakish and a little messed up in the head, or so other cats may tell him, to have hope of even getting a friendship with a molly, much less a mate. || Kits: He doesn't like them, and would prefer to never father any! || Apprentice: N/A || Previous Apprentice(s): N/A || Mentor: To be determined. || Previous Mentor(s) To be determined. || Friends: To be determined, though no one in the Clan ever seems to want to be around him or be near him.. || Enemies: To be determined, though he's so absorbed in his own issues that he couldn't possibly care less about foes. ||

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[Physical Description]

Body size: Newtpaw has an average cat's frame - not too stocky and over-the-top muscular, but also not as thin or bony as Scorchstar or Flarepaw, for example. He is very nimble, and very fit, with decently long legs, a slightly shorter than normal tail than most Bengal felines, (this causes him to have balance issues, makes him stumble and totter often times, and has made him into a not-so-fantastic hunter)
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[A Deeper Look]

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[History]

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*For my use ONLY*

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ｉ'ｍ ｔｈｅ
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name graywhisker
rank warrior
gender male
age twenty-five

birthplace desertclan
breed russian blue

wight 4 kg
build fit, muscular

traits serious, kind
supportive, passionate

eyes blue
friends tbd
foes tbd
parents unknown

crush open
mate none
offspring none

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ｗｉｔｈ ｄａｒｋ

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Graywhisker is a loyal companion. He's protective, smart, loyal
, and honest from what many cats call him. This male can also
be a bit stubborn since he likes to train and improve his skills. H
e is one who can't show his emotions well, mostly joy and love.
He actually has a very hard time expressing his emotions and c
an usually lead to him running and hiding. This male is also ver
y strong and he is skilled at combat. He is one who likes to hel
p others out in their training. He likes being a mentor and will
do his best to improve his clan for their benefits. Graywhisker
is a stickler to rules and will snap at any cat breaking them.
He will also snap at cats who fool around or lack on their jobs
wanting everything smack on time. Many fear him since his s
naps are like dog's bites but he's really trying to communicat
e in a way that won't scare others but has a hard time. Gray
whisker is one who always speak loudly in a passionate tone
. He rather be safe the sorry and his loyalty usually sticks.

[canadianhowl]

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