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My gallery · by **Kitty-lover93** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:41 am

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What is the history of BreezeClan and LeafClan? How were they made? Your answers are below...

In very recent history, there lived four clans- FernClan, MistClan, LakeClan, and DawnClan. These comprised more cats than were countable, all living in a type of peaceful harmony for the many seasons they had been left to peace, and soon, fighting was a very unknown thing. Borders were mixing together, the scents still clashing but not so easily diffused as they were before... the new generation's eyes became hazy when it came down to fighting. They knew the moves but never had the chance to use them for real on anything, weakening them greatly from what they had been before. The last battle that had been fought had served as deadly, a rise of the four clans against each other- FernClan with DawnClan, LakeClan with MistClan... that battle was never won. The numbers in all four clans were depleted greatly, but not so greatly as to leave them with no choice. The last cat who remembered the actual thick of it in the four clans was... well... me.

Yep, I was the oldest among the clans at one point in distant time... don't confuse my recent with your recent. Time for me was so very much but yet still so little- it passes like a breeze. One minute, it disturbs the leaves and causes a disruption in the peace, yet in the next... things change. This is exactly like it was in the clans, because in fact, StarClan didn't like that ever-growing peace and friendliness between the clans. If the code was ignored in the new-found silence at the borders, then StarClan would all fade... then, I hadn't even dared try to understand it. But now, I do.

Without StarClan, there'd be no clans at all. Just bands of loners nipping at each others' heels once in a blue moon. So the cool breeze started ruffling its leaves again, bringing the confusion and accusations back, but with no real prophecy. Oh no. It's silly how easy cats are to fool... I even laugh at myself sometimes with how senseless and overly serious I was with how I handled the lines that were given to the medicine cats of three clans... but in my clan, which was FernClan, the fatality was laid upon my shoulders for resting, and I didn't even have the guts to utter the words to my medicine cat.

"A single deception,
to sever the quiet,
Slipping under detection,
and causing a riot.

With all hope lost,
And nothing to be saved,
You must either unite,
Or begin to fade."

Oh, no. This isn't one of the ancient prophecies, passed from generation to generation of StarClan cats to be given to the correct generation. This was more of a cruel joke to break us of the indifferent, everyday lull that would soon bring us our fate anyways. Little did any of us know after receiving this on the night before the full moon that the next would be the last for a great many of us... this is where all plans begin to backfire. At the gathering, I sat among the other leaders- Drystar, Flamestar, and Treestar. I could feel all the unease pressing down on me, and of course, I fell into step with every cat there... We'd made the mistake StarClan foresaw us doing when they brewed up the prophecy. We all told our clans of this message... two of the medicine cats even before informing their leader.

But you couldn't ever blame us. Even I, who had fought as an apprentice in the last huge war and worked as a spy and messenger, had been given a complete security among the other clans even when there wasn't a truce that would have soon been unneeded to hold our claws in. What StarClan hadn't expected was for one warrior- and I can't remember his name for the life of me, since he went elsewhere when he died -to stand up and scream an accusation straight at me. This, of course, only added a more vicious edge to the clans than StarClan had expected... they wanted to bring the border quarrels and battles back. But instead, they just brought back four really confused, angry, and blood-thirsty clans.

I didn't even had time to yell a war cry, it started so fast... that was my deputy with the quick wits. I'm not very proud to say that we were the ones who struck up the huge battle... many, many lives were lost in the matter of the passage of night. Drystar and Treestar had each lost all nine of their lives just participating in the turmoil... the biggest battle on the night of a truce. We regained our previous rankings, of course, for the last four-clan war... FernClan and DawnClan, LakeClan and MistClan. But it was a lot worse than the last one. This was a pure bloodbath- life after life taken, the sides taken forgotten... It would have been impossible to decipher who was who, the air was so heavy with the scent of blood and the writhing bodies of other cats. It was the kind of deal where you either kill or be killed- there wasn't any choice. I myself lost five of my six remaining lives...

It would have been expected to be ended with one of the leaders standing up bravely, calling that it was enough and all of that. But it was worse... much worse. It ended with a loud, long wail, the sound of a horrible realization. Dawn had just begun to set in, scarlet becoming the dominant color in the sky and in the forest when she called out. The first one to recognize who she'd just murdered... Her only kit, who had only just become an apprentice the moon before. It was such a heart-shattering scream, so sorrow-filled, that it snapped other cats to their senses too... including me. I'd been lost someplace dark as well. Everyone had turned to stare at her- the whole jaw-dropping number of forty-eight cats left of the previous uncountable. It took many heartbeats before any of us rushed forward to console her, to assure her that she was not the only one who had made a mistake that night.

But the silence had been broke, and the plan had gotten back on track... StarClan hadn't even realized what the last two lines could mean. What they had originally planned was that the clans should join ranks against each other and fight or slowly die off into oblivion, but it could have also meant what happened there in the once-gathering place after the she-cat broke down and, though none of us realized what she was doing until it was too late, killed herself next to her kit. Then, there were forty-three cats left... definitely not enough to make four clans. Never enough to take up that old four-clan routine... and nobody wanted to. It sickened them to think of what they had still represented in the war... but not only the she-cat came before the second part of it.

I had made the connection between the clans and a breeze through the tops of the trees after the next extraordinary event. Drystar and Treestar paid the forty-three remaining a visit- they explained the meaning of the prophecy. None of the clans had done anything to make a deception except StarClan, in which those four lines were speaking of how they would trick us clans into bringing back the old hostility, and causing a war. The next four lines, though, Drystar and Treestar did not explain... in fact, they faded back into the shadows after they told of the first four, leaving a patch of stars to slowly fade away... I did. I explained the next four lines to my fellow twenty-three.

I told them everything. The connections I made between clans, and the breeze with leaves. My theory on the last four lines, with shocked them but made plenty of sense... We MUST unite. We must divide our numbers in half ourselves just as StarClan had done, but in a different way- redraw the border lines to combine the four territories so they no longer resembled four, but two. We had to do this because if we didn't, it was true that our lives would slowly dwindle away, having lost their meanings when we would have split if I hadn't said this. So, of course, we carried it out.

But here is yet another catch in the story. I don't make it to see the two new territories. I was still terribly weak after the battle, and I had already had my fair deal of life, fighting in the two biggest wars in the history of the clans. So I curled up on top of the highrock- the only place that wasn't covered in blood or bodies -and I said goodbye before being guided off to StarClan by Treestar, Drystar, my former mate, and my sister who died when we were apprentices in the first war. I wasn't gone completely yet- Flamestar wasn't ever going to be alone in his choices. He shouldn't have to lead the clans into the next thing alone.

So... he didn't. The plans were still carried out as always, but I left my mark a few times, just to help them with small signs the two medicine cats would recognize right off. The clans were named in honor of my revelation of the meaning of the last four lines to the prophecy, but more in the connection I made between the clans and the breeze disrupting the leaves... the sides had already been decided long before then. FernClan and DawnClan combined, and LakeClan and MistClan combined... luckily, the numbers were evened out at twenty-one cats per clan once LakeClan and MistClan gave the other two the only apprentice of theirs that had lived. As the clans that had started the war in the first place, FernClan and DawnClan called themselves LeafClan, the clan that was disrupted by the breeze... so, of course, LakeClan and MistClan caught on, taking the 'breeze' part of the connection and called themselves BreezeClan.

The rest of it since then has been pretty peaceful, so I don't need to ramble on like I do any longer. Who am I, you ask? Why, that's a question I'd never thought to answer before. I guess I forget it myself, sometimes... but I am Emberstar, former leader of FernClan and, as I am proud to say, the oldest she-cat of my time. Now, I guess I'm Embersky again since I have one life and not nine... Sure, sure. It's considered life if you can breathe and talk! StarClan might be an afterlife, but we're not deprived of that. Now go run along out of StarClan, get back to where you belong.

Contents

Territories
Inside the Clans
Rules & Forms
Cats and Members of the Clans
My character forms

My gallery · by **Kitty-lover93** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:42 am

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Where did the two clans reside after the battle? Come with us and you'll know...

LeafClan is, hence the name, located in forest territory- the only forest territory that was from the original four clans. Their borders are set exactly where FernClan's borders were... actually, LeafClan possesses both FernClan and DawnClan blood, since those were the two clans that combined to make the new one. Their main border, which is also a navigation point among the clans, is the river. It runs narrow but deep and very strong and could pull even the strongest warrior to its death at certain points of newleaf and leaffall, plus all points of leafbare, if the ice is too thin. This is where LeafClan's jumping skill comes in handy- built with strong back legs like FernClan and strong front legs like DawnClan, these cats can jump farther than any other- whether it's up into a tree or across the river, they can do it. However, surprisingly enough for forest cats with DawnClan blood, they can't climb nearly so well- having soft paw pads and easier-breaking claws from their roomy and mostly flat territory with soft dirt, mosses, and grasses to walk over, it's not the best idea for them to climb.

The river border is the only border they share with anything- the other three borders only have natural concerns like predators crossing in and out of the territory, such as foxes, badgers, and very rarely but occasionally twoleg dogs, lost or stray. The quietest border of them all is the MistClan border, or the tall-grass border, as it is commonly referred to among the clan. Here, their biggest concern are snakes- however small or dangerous, most of them can serve a very painful bite and all of them will be eyeing up the juicy prey that runs in the forest, including kits if they stray far from camp. However, this border is found by the sudden change in terrain- instead of the small green plants that grow inside the border, there are tall grasses- 'tall' as in four warriors stack on top of each other. There are very few trees, and what trees there are are small and scraggly, much unlike the tall, healthy trees that grow in LeafClan territory.

The most active border is the one that runs parallel to the river border- or the dark trees border. This border is found by a large dead tree, or the way that the forest becomes considerably thicker and darker. On this border, the clan has scented many strange things- rogues, bears, foxes, badgers, dogs, snakes... yet they've rarely ever seen any of them other than once a bear, many times a badger or a fox, and one snake skin. The rogue and dog scents remain a mystery, and for very good reason, the clan refrains from putting one paw past the dead tree. Other than far-fetched tales of sightings here, there's nothing else LeafClan really knows about this forbidding edge of their territory, and they'd much rather keep it that way than find out what rogues and dogs have been nearing them.

The last border isn't the most interesting, that's for sure. Here, there's only moderate action, and it's the hardest to tell out as a border- the first marker for the clan to tell it's the end of their territory is a small clearing that leads up to a different forest line. Right along the forest line is where LeafClan marks its scent, from one edge of the clearing(Where the river runs close but is barely visible) to the other(where the marker line and the LeafClan tree line morph together again). In the small clearing, foxes are most common, interested in the high number of rabbits that choose reside there- over the seasons, the clan has had to fight many foxes for their precious rabbits, as well as keeping the predator from trampling the vast supply of herbs that grow just outside the border and in the clearing. It was suspected that there was once a twoleg who lived in the clearing, due to the number of herbs that are normally only found around where twolegs nest such as catmint or catnip, a rare and very treasured herb in the clans. So the clearing part of the border could be counted as pretty interesting- if a cat is into herbs, rabbits, or ancient twoleg nests, anyway.

The second border marker along the border parallel to the tall grass border has nothing notable about it at all- there was nothing but the same forest until it ended at dark trees. Here, there is a sort of natural rock wall- commonly known among the clan as Leaping Stone or Heat Stone -that is used to help the apprentices with jumping to almost extreme heights, yet when the apprentices aren't using it, there tends to be elders sunning themselves- mostly around sunhigh with pieces of fresh-kill, since at that time, the sun hits the entire rock almost perfectly through the treetops. The scent markers are placed at the treeline behind the stone, so as to leave the stone well inside the territory and have a memorable place to continue it.

Camp is a whole other story. Far from easy to find, LeafClan are set into the heart of their territory, the trees lining their large clearing of a camp wound so tightly and thickly with brambles that no cat would be able to climb it or get through it. The entrance is concealed from eyes that haven't seen it all their life fairly well, which is a small, narrow, and soft-grounded tunnel made of more brambles, the plantlife on the edges (ferns, flowers, and grass in newleaf and greenleaf) all woven into the thorny tendrils to get them out of the Clan's way, the sunlight through the leaves casting a green light on the path ahead of them as they pass in and out. It is also behind a thick, old tree, where apprentices learn to climb and where night watch is sent to. From a fork partway up, the two warriors on Night Tree Watch can see everything ahead of the tree for a long time, giving the clan some bit of safety; The entrance to camp is also flanked by one warrior at all times during the night while the other patrols around the outside perimeter of camp, completing the Night Watch.

Camp is more obviously laid out, as LeafClan believe that they are very safe with the precautions taken on the outside. However, in case of emergencies, they included one tree as an addition to their camp in the case of an emergency exit to escape anything that might invade them. A large, aged boulder named Crackedstone sits on the opposite side of camp of the entrance and serves as the meeting point and the leader's den.

The warriors den and apprentice den are about six fox-lengths apart, and are large structures made of twigs and brambles that are packed with mossy nests. The apprentice den is smaller and sits next to part of a hollow log, which is used as their scratching point and a place for them to play or practice in their free time. The elders den is much like the warriors den and the apprentice den, except that it has a wider entrance and the nests are much more spaced out, giving both apprentices and elders room to move freely inside it without irritating anyone. The medicine cat den, however, is a very large clearing separate from the main camp(enter from the inside; it branches off) that has many nests lining it, each considerably large and very well spaced out. In one corner, there is two more boulders, one much smaller than the other. These are the medicine cat dens; in the large one, the medicine stores all the herbs it knows of, and in the smaller one it sleeps; the apprentice is to sleep in the moss nest on top of the flat-topped stone during newleaf and greenleaf(leaffall, if it's warm enough), but when it starts snowing, the apprentice sleeps in the nest closest to the medicine cat's, which is always sheltered from the weather like all of the other nests lining the clearing.

BreezeClan has a lot less of 'interesting' in their territory than LeafClan. Their borders are simply set at the very top of their hill and at the very bottom, where they can fish in the river but cannot swim in it or cross it, as it is meant for LeafClan use only, except for after the clans agreed that there are enough fish in the river to feed both clans. Other than that, there are places on the hill where it levels out into a large flat field; these are the hunting areas, where the patrols find field mice, shrews, and Rabbits. Foxes are very rare to find in their tall grasses(most sightings weren't lived through to tell), but one very common predator the clan has are snakes, which could not only eat(and has) an apprentice or a kit, but give warriors nasty wounds upon encounter and sometimes even kill them, although they could not eat a large apprentice or a large warrior. Other common predators are raptor birds(birds of prey) such as buzzards, hawks, and eagles.

The camp is set up so the clan sleeps underground, and during harsh leafbares, they even hold meetings underground. However, their main camp is above ground, placed before a small rock wall with a small, jagged ledge with a hidden entrance. This is where the leader sleeps at all times, and it is where all ceremonies are held in Newleaf, Greenleaf, and Leafbare when it isn't storming or raining, as well as for more important meetings(all seasons, most weather) that are meant to be under the open sky, such as the naming of a new deputy. This is called Jaggedrock.

The warriors cave is set up simply; with the older warriors sleeping in little stone entrances lining the outside of the cave, the newer ones sleeping on grass nests on the stone ground; if there aren't too many warriors for the walls, it's sleeping at the warriors' preferences. Next to it is the apprentice cave, which is smaller and without nests set into the walls; the apprentices all use the method of a grass nest on the ground. Next to the warriors den on the other side is the elders den, which is the only den directly accessible from the above-ground camp and the warrior and medicine cat dens, although all entrances are very well-hidden, as these are only used to make it easier for an elder to get outside and emergency situations. On the other side of the elders den is the medicine cat den, which is a large cave with bigger grass nests(with lining on the inside; either moss or feathers) that are usually occupied by sick or injured cats. It is the only cave with a pool of water, as a small crack in the ceiling allows some stream to drizzle into it, which is cool and crisp water that is most-likely underground. The medicine cat sleeps behind the tiny waterfall, the entrance to his/her nest a bigger crack in the wall that leads to a small but still big cave, also used as the storage space. Very close on the other side of the medicine den is the nursery, a roomy space with big nests lined with moss, and a few nests set into the walls for queens with older and less fragile kits.

All of these are connected to an even bigger cave; the underground main, with many tunnels(trick; cats use them all the time, as they lead to a much different location outside... one is next to the water, for instance, and is used by all cats to get water, so it isn't discernible from the other dens, as it smells just the same.) leading off to different places. There is a slightly raised part of the main underground that is used as the underground meeting place, more known as underground main.

My gallery · by **Kitty-lover93** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:43 am

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Exactly what is happening? Read on, find out...

What's Happening inside the clans

Overall

It is currently three quarters of the way through leafbare; the cats have just barely managed to get enough food, a few warriors and younger cats died from sickness and lack of food(mostly in BreezeClan), and the ones that did survive are glad to see that they've made it through the worst parts of the season and that newleaf will arrive in the matter of about two moons. The snow is still coming down, but just not so thick and the air is slightly less nippy. It's the safest time of the season to go near the river, as the ice is as thick as it will ever be; there's just one problem. With the river being frozen and snowed over, it's hard to tell where it begins and ends, so patrols in both clans have brought back the markers into their territory as they have done since the clans were made for safety. However, as every cat gets grumpy when they're hungry, border quarrels aren't uncommon.

Smaller details

BreezeClan
General idea
The moon is quickly ascending the sky, nearing the point that announces the start of the gathering. A BreezeClan apprentice, Duskpaw, has made a shocking discovery: her mentor was dead, and his body was located near the river. Though there is no evidence of murder, BreezeClan is being BreezeClan and plans on bringing the topic up at the gathering. Most of the clan is currently at the gathering along with LeafClan, and there is light, happy conversation between all of the cats except for a small group of BreezeClan cats who had learned about the warrior's untimely death and most of whom, of course, blame LeafClan.
Inside the clan
THE ROLE PLAY HAS (almost) RESTARTED! Nothing is currently happening.

LeafClan
General idea
Thin streams of bright moonlight penetrate the leaves of the trees around the clan, who unlike BreezeClan, are more comfortable among the dark embrace of the half-forest on the island. The moon has nearly reached its highest point... the signal for the gathering to begin. Cats are scattered around, some among crowds of BreezeClan cats, others clumping with LeafClan cats... and though it's a slight few, the remainder have situated themselves to be alone. LeafClan has little news to share, and have no idea what's about to hit them...
Inside the clan
THE ROLE PLAY HAS (almost) RESTARTED! Nothing is currently happening.

News

10/26/12- The role play was created
1/?/13- Many were dismissed for lack of a response to PM.
1/?/13- Plans are made to restart the role play.
1/23/13- We only need the LeafClan medicine cat to restart.

Recaps

Here, I will give the links to recap posts, so we don't all have to be asking for a recap so often. If a recap here is given a page or two before the page we're currently on, don't ask for a recap. Read the one that was given and then read the posts on the next two pages; asking for a recap is considered spam if there are three people within five pages asking for them, so if we're ahead of where you were last, PLEASE check here before you ask for a recap.

-Will post here when the role play starts back up again-

My gallery · by **Kitty-lover93** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:44 am

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What do you need to know in order to join? Well, you have to look!

The Rules

1. All of Tess's rules (plus any other forum rules) apply. You have absolutely no excuse to break any of these rules, as they have been pointed out in the forums many, many times.
2. Be reasonable while naming your cat. Don't name them after any cat in the warriors series, don't use any prefixes with the words 'Star', 'Leaf', or 'Breeze' in them, and just... well... be reasonable. Honestly, names like 'Beautyspirit' and 'Ghostwhisper' don't work for me, because those just aren't warrior names. If you're not sure, just ask... I'll let you know.
3. No swearing. Warrior cats don't swear; use their substitute swear words, like 'fox dung', 'mouse-brain', and 'what in the name of StarClan'. You can even make up your own, as long as it makes sense, like 'stone-brain'.
4. You MUST be at least semi-literate to join this role play; end of story. That means you have to write at least a four-sentence paragraph per character, and please make your posts look at least a little presentable. (Ex.- centering, coloring, listing, etc.)
5. Don't make kits without queens. I've seen this hundreds of times, and it doesn't work.
6. Keep everything even within the clans. If there are two LeafClan, five BreezeClan, what's the obvious thing to do? Make LeafClan cats. Genders really need to be kept even, too; please don't ignore this. I don't like having tons of she-cats around and only a few toms.
7.STAY ACTIVE. If you make a character and join with it, but then you don't ever role play, your character will be deleted. This is highly irritating to me and many other role players out there, so just don't do it.
8. Constantly having to give recaps is a little annoying, too, so I created a 'recent recaps' section below. If it's been about five pages since you last posted and you want to know what's going on, CHECK THERE before you go asking for a recap; and if someone else just asked for a recap, wait for them to get an answer and go off of that. It makes for a lot less spamming in the role play.
9. Forms... oh my goodness, the forms. You must make those semi-literate to literate too. YES, you can make your own form, as long as you include the information we need for the role play. Actually, I'd prefer if you used your own form, as it shows creativity and I love creativity, but it's certainly not required. (Psst- don't ask, please.)
10. Be realistic. Your cat can't be perfect. Crossing the border NEVER goes unnoticed. Rogues stealing prey from the clan is a ridiculous thought, and they'll never get away with it. So please... use common sense, if this even makes sense. By the way, if you've read the rules, put your favorite warrior from the warrior's series in other.

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PSSST! I would suggest making your own form, because the one I provided is really confusing. ;D Just saying!

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My character forms 3

Um... I can't fit more than two on a post, so I had to make three posts for them all! Three forms(of mine), apparently, exceeds the 60,000 character limit of posts... so yeah.

name;

"Hello. My name is Shimmercloud... What's yours?" Shimmercloud was named as she is, her mother told her countless times, because she gave her a better life than she would've ever had without her, making it 'shimmer'.

The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again

♦ ♦ ♦

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

♦ ♦ ♦

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

gender;

"I'm a she-cat..." Yes, Shimmercloud is definitely a she-cat; all down to her small, dainty build and name.

age;

"I'm not... exactly... sure. I think I'm eighteen moons, but I stopped counting long ago." Shimmercloud's guess was correct; it would be eighteen moons. She doesn't like to be reminded of her past, though, so I wouldn't suggest asking her at all.

rank;

"Warrior." Shimmercloud was a made a warrior two moons late due to a few difficulties with her foster mother, but yes, she is a warrior... it wouldn't be very smart to ask her why she's a warrior though.

physique;

"I appear larger than I am due to my thick fur, but even with it, I have a small build." Shimmercloud is, as she says, a small cat. She doesn't appear to have much to her in muscle or weight, but her legs are very strong and are mostly made of muscle and bone. This makes her an excellent swimmer and quick on her paws, but she has surprisingly slow reflexes. Her shoulders are broad, giving her a 'wide' look, as none of her bones are exposed due to the fact that she eats slightly more than she should; a kittypet habit she never really dropped. However, despite these things, she appears to be a good weight for a she-cat her age, and she always looks like she's in good shape as long as she isn't severely sick.

fur description;

"My fur? I'm just a pale brown tabby. Nothing special." Her fur-length would be considered 'short', but it is thick and sleek, keeping water from getting to her skin nearly so fast as most cats. She has pale brown tabby fur, although it has more tones of gray and a caramel-like tan, giving her the a light look despite her dark spots and stripes.

Shimmercloud's tail is just like the rest of her coat; thick-furred but sleek, making it look thin, unlike the other cats' fluffy tails. She is also terrible at catching fish, due to her slower reflexes. This is what makes her a far better medicine cat than she'd ever be as a warrior, as well as her high logic, quick wits, good memory, and yet another difference between her and your typical MistClan cat. Shimmer is not vain and doesn't think highly of herself- her opinion on herself, actually, is quite low, due to certain things of her past.

However, there is much more to her fur than just that; she has a few unique markings that set her apart from any other of the tabbies in the clan. The toes on her front paws are each white, she has a white tuxedo marking on her chest, and there is a small triangle of white just above her nose. (Markings on chest and face, head, and eye color)

eyes;

"They're either amber or green, depending on the lighting." Shimmer's eyes aren't all one color, as most cat eyes aren't. When she's facing the sun or there's light in her eyes, they turn a dark yellow-hazel color, but when she's in a darker setting, they're a light slightly bluish green. Neither of these are solid, of course; they both hold streaks or flecks of the other color, or in the case of when her eyes are green, flecks of a very faint aqua that are almost invisible until upon closer examination.

scars;

"Scars aren't just marks on my skin. They tell stories, most of one's greatest weakness. Therefore, I shall not point out any." Shimmercloud has very few large scars, as the first moon of her life was spent as a kittypet and she tends to flee from danger, not get involved. However, having not been taught about anything about the forest, hunting, or fighting by anyone she has acquired a fair many. A crescent-moon shaped scar circles a quarter of her left eye; she got this one in a run-in with another rogue that fortunately enough for her was only defending its den, which she had wandered near unwittingly. A tiny piece of her right ear was gone from a time she got a particularly large thorn stuck through it, and the only way she could get it out without assistance was to take part of her ear with it. Right above the left side of her lip was a tiny scar that she got from the same time she ran into the rogue, and the rest she'd either forgotten about or weren't very important to her.

misc;

"There's nothing more to me than what you've already heard." This time, she is entirely honest. There is nothing very significant about her that you can't see.

personality;

"How do you expect me to describe how I act? I just do." Shimmercloud has a certain fondness of water, swimming, and things that shine or register to her as 'pretty'. She is not an aggressive or cold-hearted cat, but she isn't exactly the opposite of that, either. Actually, she's very protective, and not only of herself... of her past. She tends to be very secretive and avoids sharing anything that might hint that there's more to her than meets the wandering eye. If anything about sharing pasts is mentioned, she'll most-likely get a shadowed look on her face and turn away from the questioner, unwilling to give up what she keeps inside. However, avoiding the mention of anything like that, Shimmer cloud can keep up a good conversation without turning it awkward, laughing and nodding in all the right places even if she isn't feeling it. Basically, she shields her true 'identity' from other cats, only letting on the very basics of her real behavior; such as the impulse to be as gentle and friendly as she can be so that they don't grow suspicious of her.

Shimmercloud isn't lazy or laid-back in the least. Even when she's sleeping, she has to be moving in some way; it helps her escape the haunting thoughts and memories that always resurface when she isn't doing something. This explains how she spots the smallest of things, picking out anything beautiful in her surroundings, and the fact that she hates total darkness. It also explains most of the scars she's gotten from wandering around. Shimmercloud loves waking up just before dawn, so that she can climb high into a tree and watch the sunrise, staring out over the forest that seems to offer new things for her to see every day if she isn't on the dawn patrol and before any patrols are sorted out.

However, when put up to some kind of mission, anyone would be hard-pressed to try to take Shimmercloud from it. Especially for finding things that have been lost, but just retrieving something useful has the same effect on her conscious; that desire to depict it from her surroundings. This is because she is so eager to prove herself as a worthy warrior. She is a very fast learner, considering her good logic, quick wits, and understanding of most situations. Shimmercloud can be narrow-minded, though, so sometimes she'll miss what's right in front of her. She also tends to believe what others say a little too easily. Shimmercloud is not vain and doesn't think highly of herself; her opinion on herself, actually, is quite low, due to certain events in her past.

strengths;

"My legs; they're stronger than they look!" As she said, Shimmercloud's legs can be considered one of her strengths. They are very strong for their size, making her a fast swimmer and quick on her paws. Another strength she has is her intelligence; she often spots things that cats don't say, but being narrow-minded as well means that this is a lot less of an addition to her abilities.

fatal flaw;

"Why would I tell anyone something that could get me killed?" This, too, is information Shimmercloud keeps tightly to herself. Her fatal flaw is probably the way she blindly wanders, not paying much attention to anything but the pretty stuff she finds; this might one day get her into a huge tangle, then ending her life.

flaws;

"Again... why?" Shimmercloud's biggest flaw(other than the fatal one, although this one might be very close to fatal) is that she tends to blame herself for everything. If a cat dies, it's automatically her fault in her mind because she hadn't thought of getting something that might have helped them, even though it was most-likely really something she couldn't have ever thought of before she thought too much.

history;

"I barely even know you. History is fragile; it must not be so openly expressed, for it could bring an early ending to anything." Shimmercloud was considered an 'accident'. Her housefolk had never expected their only cat, Marbles, to escape through the door one evening and come back pregnant with the neighbor cat's kittens. However, when it did happen, they were excited. It'd be the first time they'd ever really raised a litter of kittens; and they were relieved when only one kitten was born. That meant that they didn't have to make a choice of which to keep... they just had to keep her.

That idea didn't exactly mix well with that one tiny tabby kitten. From the moment she could walk, she was scrambling up the curtains to peer outside, wanting to see the place so full of fresh air compared to the house. Every time the door opened, a wave of cool sweet-smelling air would wash over her face, making her even more restless. How could she possibly be satisfied, like her mother was, with just staying in that boring house? There were so many things out there, she couldn't believe that her mother could live in such an enclosed and very boring environment. However, she listened to her mother's warnings and stayed inside the house, staring forlornly out the windows as the large shiny monsters whizzed past their home, birds picked at the berry bushes in their fenced-in back yard, and the neighbor's cat(her mother hadn't told her he was her father yet) laid on his porch, eyelids drooping.

"It's not fair," She finally complained to her mother one day, pouting and flopping down on her nest after the older she-cat had told her she should leave the window. With a worried expression, Marbles blinked at her.
"What isn't fair? You have plenty more food than you really need in here, a comfortable nest, and housefolk who love and adore you. Plus, you don't have to change homes and housefolk, leaving your mother like I did; you have everything. So tell me, what isn't fair, dear?" The marble-patterned tabby she-cat turned back to cleaning her shoulder.
"It's not fair that the neighbor cat gets to be outside and still have housefolk and I can't," Shimmer whined, reclaiming her mother's attention.
"It's a cold world out there," She meowed, now stern. "You are not meant to leave the house, and that's final. You can see everything just fine through the window."
"I want more than the window!" Shimmer wailed. "You don't understand, momma, you really don't! I need to be out there, where the birds play in the air and there's more space for me. It's all cramped up in here."
Marbles didn't do anything but turn back to cleaning herself, thinking that her daughter was just going through a phase.

Oh, how terribly wrong she was. As weeks stretched into months, Shimmer never gave up, badgering her mother about wanting to be outside. How she felt it in her paws, that tug to be where she could see everything, not just the small space of their backyard and the neighbor's front. One day, when her mother wasn't looked, Shimmer slipped away from the window, excitement and a bit of greed glittering in her eyes. Her housefolk were away, having left all the windows open so that the nest wouldn't catch the summer's heat so easily. She had a plan; but the window she sat in was too close to her mother for it to work. No, this had to be done in a window far away from her nest... she had an escape plan in mind, of course.

In a different window, overlooking the neatly trimmed front lawn, Shimmer went to work. Using her long, sharp claws, she tore through the second screen, much more breakable than the hard one that usually blocked the way. It easily gave way to her, but not without making a loud rustling sound, alerting Marbles... who rushed in and dive for Shimmer, landing on thin air as the lithe kitten leaped out through the tear she'd made, ignoring her mother's frantic calls. Looking back, she spotted her mother, dashing after her through the grass and screaming for her to wait. Accelerating to almost maximum speed, Shimmer darted out in front of a monster barreling down the black ground, just barely avoiding getting caught by her mother as she gave a huge leap and cleared the rest of the road, landing in the undergrowth of the forest on the other side, turning around to excitedly apologize to her mother.

The smile quickly faded into a silent wail, her mouth opening slightly as she examined the damage that had been done because of her stupid, greedy need to be where she should have never gone. "MOMMA!" She screamed, but the limp body of Marbles didn't respond. Green eyes glistening, she slowly backed away, horror gripping her heart like an icy claw, ripping through her excitement as she had ripped through the outer screen of that stupid window. "What have I done?" She choked out loud. "If I'd just listened... she'd be alive..." Stumbling deeper into the forest, Shimmer ignored the branches of bushes and brambles that snagged in her fur, thinking of nothing but why her mother had died. It was because of her; her dumb need to get out of the house, to escape the dark but warm and safe nest. I can't go back. I'll never be able to be there all alone. Momma didn't die for nothing... I won't go back. Never. I hate it there. With a heavy sigh, she finally just flopped onto her side, sheltered by overhanging ferns.

The harsh sunlight is what woke Shimmer from her terrible, nightmare-filled sleep. She didn't need to be reminded of what she had done; it was already burned into the forefront of her mind. How her vain, self-centered, stupid dream had so quickly turned into a nightmare because she couldn't just wait for the dumb monster to pass. Hanging her head and not focusing on anything, she continued on, just wondering how she'd live with the haunting knowledge that she had killed her own mother.

Then, one day, at the age of three and a half moons, she stumbled across a group of five cats, having unknowingly crossed the border into clan territory. She was very, very thin; there were very few times she was actually able to catch prey, and what she did find was almost just as scraggly as she is. Some was even just old crow-food, half-rotted and full of bugs. Then, she was far too hungry to care... most of the time, she even ate the bugs, figuring that anything would help. The prey she'd been pursuing was a tiny shrew just inside the border, but by that time, Shimmer could barely even walk without getting winded and dizzy. Stopping dead in her tracks, she stared up at the leading cat with huge green eyes. It was a large, older-looking tom with surprised golden eyes, with thick muscles and a long ginger pelt. The cats behind him her peering at her over his shoulder; some looked apprehensive, possibly aggressive, others sympathetic. One tabby she-cat in the back was looking away, eyes glistening with sadness at the sight of the starving kit.

"Why, hello, there," the tom murmured, bending down to look into Shimmer's eyes. With a tiny, croak of a whimper, she scooted backward a little bit, scared of the much stronger and older cat. "We won't hurt you," he meowed reassuringly, but Shimmer wasn't convinced. He looked nice enough, but why? She'd learned her lesson with other cats... they didn't want their territory invaded, and she had most obviously just wandered into his. With yet another frightened sound in the back of her throat, Shimmer got shakily to her paws, turning and staggering away from the stranger; but he was faster. Gently but firmly, he grabbed the scruff of her neck and turned, signaling for the other four to continue while he carried her on. Dim shafts of evening sunlight slanting through the trees above them made the large tom's coat turn a dark, fiery reddish color, making Shimmer wonder feebly what he was going to do with her. It was hard to think around her growing, hopeless hunger; it was almost as if that was the only thing she was capable of doing. Wishing she just had something to ease the searing agony in her stomach, the fire in her throat and chest that made it clear that if she didn't get something to eat and drink soon, she was going to die.

"Whose kit is this, Redtalon?" a sharp, clear voice made Shimmer lift her chin slightly to stare into the flashing yellow eyes of an old she-cat, who was wrinkling her gray-dappled muzzle in disgust. "It reeks of kittypet!"
The tom specified as Redtalon set Shimmer gently down onto the ground, his eyes meeting the she-cat's. "She's starving, Suntail." he murmured, golden eyes flitting down to the pathetic bundle.
"As a kittypet straying to far from its filthy twolegs ought to!" Shimmer slowly looked up at Redtalon. They looked calm but slightly strained.
"No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan." he seemed to be reciting something; Shimmer didn't understand what it meant, so she looked back to the she-cat.
"It's a kittypet Redtalon, that's not another-"
"What's going on? Redtalon? Suntail?" another she-cat's voice, this time curious rather than disgusted, interrupted Suntail's argument. The new cat was very pretty; Brown and white with bright, sparkling blue eyes. A blue-eyed calico kitten and a bigger orange kitten followed her, chatting eagerly in their high-pitched voices. They appeared younger and more well-fed than Shimmer; she envied them.

"Pigeonsong," Redtalon murmured, and as Shimmer looked at him once again, she saw love shining in his deep golden eyes. "you should take Stormkit and Seakit back to the nursery. I have something to talk to you about."
Pigeonsong's eyes found Shimmer's and she nodded, turning and trotting away toward a sheltered around of the large clearing.
"I must have raised you wrong," Suntail muttered, flicking her ginger tail and stalking away from them.
"R-Re-Redtalon?" Shimmer croaked suddenly, looking up at Redtalon, who smiled at her. "Where am I?"
"You are in BirchClan camp, young one. May I ask what your name is?" Shimmer gave a tiny nod.
"My name is Shimmer."

"Shimmer, huh?" the tiny tabby nodded, savoring the flavor of the vole she was sharing with her new younger brother, a stocky ginger tom who strongly resembled his father and her foster father, Redtalon. The only thing about him that was like his mother and her foster mother was his build; long, slender body and legs. Just a few moments before, Redtalon had shared news with his family that Shimmer was going to stay with them and that she would be considered by the leader.
"Mmhm," she said in assent around a mouthful of the wonderful fresh-kill. The tom swelled, puffing out his chest.
"I am Stormkit. Don't mind her," he added bitterly, glancing around at his sister, who was glaring at them. "she's just jealous."
Swallowing, Shimmer gave him a serious look. "Be grateful you have her," she said quietly. Stormkit snorted, staring at her with his dark golden eyes. He was also more like his mother in his personality; arrogant and proud but surprisingly okay with her.
"Are you gonna stay?" he asked. Shimmer shrugged, grateful for the change of subject; it was her fault her mother died, because she wasn't grateful enough.
"I dunno," she mewed glumly. Just then, a voice she'd never heard rang strongly from somewhere outside the den into the nursery, and Redtalon and Pigeonsong entered the den, looking breathless and happy.

"Shimmer, come; Stormkit, Seakit, stay." Pigeonsong meowed, and Shimmer reluctantly left the vole, her weak legs shaking as she exited the den with her foster parents. There were many other cats gathered around a large black tom, but he wasn't looking at them; he was looking at her. The crowd parted as Redtalon approached, some glaring and hissing quietly at Shimmer, some expressionless, and others blinking curiously at her.
"Since there is no specific ceremony for this occasion, I now present to the clan the newest kit, Shimmerkit. She shall be raised under the care of our deputy, Redtalon, and his mate, Pigeonsong." a few cats called out Shimmerkit's new name, and there were a couple polite nods, but the majority of the group just stared resentfully at her, as if she were a flea they couldn't quite get rid of. This is going to take a long time... she thought sadly, blinking at all the faces around her.

"But why is she allowed to become one before me?" Stormkit pouted, narrowing his eyes at Shimmerkit as Pigeonsong rasped her tongue over the young tabby's shoulder. Not him too? Shimmerkit thought, looking down at her white toes and flexing her claws.
"I told you," Pigeonsong snapped peevishly, "She's not your blood-sister, and she happens to be a moon older than you!"
"Don't stress," Redtalon murmured lovingly to his mate, pressing his nose lightly to her ear. The she-cat rounded on him, her blue eyes glinting.
"Oh, alright! You don't want me to stress? Fine! You clean Shimmerkit. She was your idea anyways! We wouldn't be like this if you had just chased her away, not picked her up like the fool you are! I thought it might work, but I knew Redtalon, oh I knew all right!" Shimmerkit suppressed a tiny sob as she saw Redtalon flinch. What have I done...
"Pigeonsong," Redtalon meowed fiercely. Stormkit's ears pricked in surprise; Shimmerkit could tell that he had never heard their father this angry. Truthfully, she hadn't either. "It's leaffall. The kits-"
"Don't you talk to me about the kits," Pigeonsong hissed coldly. "If it hadn't been for you, Seakit would still be here! That fool of a kittypet you brought into our life led Seakit to her death! And still you insist on siding with the stupid creature, who I so willingly kept warm... Now that I think about it, it's her fault that Suntail's gone too... those two would've still been here and happy without her!... You should have listened a long time ago, Redtalon! And now, because of her yet again, we're over! Don't let your filth of an adopted kit get near my Stormkit, either."
Shimmerkit squeezed her eyes shut and tried to tune out the entire thing... she knew it was her fault already. Had she not gotten the mouse-brained idea to go to the river and try to fish with Stormkit, Seakit wouldn't have come after them to try to win Stormkit's attention back and she wouldn't have fallen in; the elder, Suntail, who Shimmerkit knew to be Redtalon's mother, wouldn't be dead if she hadn't just watched her step as she was told around the rabbit holes the old she-cat was telling her about, and the ginger she-cat wouldn't have broken her neck saving her. Everything that grows close to me dies. First my mother. Then Seakit. Then Suntail. I admired Redtalon and Pigeonsong's relationship; now I've ruined that too.

"Come on," Redtalon whispered. Opening her eyes, Shimmerkit followed him away from her seething foster mother and brother, looking over her shoulder once only to meet Stormkit's golden eyes, glaring at her with cold disbelief. Quickly, she turned back to the path ahead of her, watching Redtalon's back paws to make sure she was going the right way. Finally, they stopped, and once again, she was before the black tom she now knew as Nightstar, the leader of BirchClan.
"Shimmerkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Shimmerpaw. I ask StarClan to watch over you and guide you until you find in your paws the strength and courage of a warrior.
"Redtalon, please step forward. Redtalon, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You had received excellent training from Daisypetal, and you have shown yourself to be fierce and brave. You will be the mentor of Shimmerpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Shimmerpaw." Not Redtalon... Shimmerpaw thought uncomfortably, looking up at her foster father. I'd rather have someone who hates me. I can't stand to see that look in his eyes; that soft look, like I'm his daughter. Stretching her neck up, she touched noses with the ginger tom; but it wasn't the same. Their actions were automatic, done for generations by other cats.
"Shimmerpaw, Shimmerpaw." it wasn't a cheer. It was more automatic, like the nose-touching. It wasn't excited at all... most of the clan probably expected her to just meet her ending. It was a lot like when she had been introduced to the clan as a kit; by now, she felt hopeless to ever becoming a proper cat in the clan... she'd just be swept aside, used for what little hunting skill she had and barely missed when she passed.

The rest of Shimmerpaw's apprenticeship was terrible. Absolutely terrible. It was just a glum acceptance of training at first, Redtalon training her faster than he normally would have, getting her into more advanced things faster. Being a fast learner as well, Shimmerpaw didn't mind that much; it just helped show how much more different she was from the other apprentices. It was convincing the other cats in the clan that she was worthy of being there that went wrong. Somehow, they found out that Redtalon was working Shimmerpaw faster than was usual, so whenever she had a great catch for the day, she'd just get a couple friendly gestures from the elders, who were the only cats who showed gratitude. The others would roll their eyes and mutter that Redtalon probably just caught it for her... except for one cat.

Stormpaw seemed to want to make her life as miserable as possible. He'd start talking loudly to the other apprentices about how he wished he had Rosepaw for a sister instead of Shimmerpaw, and that he bet 'my stupid old father's probably just trying to make her seem a lot better than me, which she isn't; I could catch a lot more than that with my eyes closed! I bet his special training is just trying to get the delusional kittypet to be normal, but that's not working, of course, look at her!' Then, his group would all look at her sitting awkwardly alone at the edge of camp and laugh. Other than that, he sabotaged her hunting trips many times, and whenever they went on any sort of patrol together, he'd find some way to make her look stupid and clumsy. Pigeonsong, her foster mother, just ignored her altogether. That wasn't so much of a terrible thing; at least the she-cat did what everyone else but Stormpaw and Redtalon did. Very rarely did she ever come into contact with Nightstar.

Then, in leafbare, everything changed. A huge sickness overcame Redtalon called greencough, and he could no longer train Shimmerpaw; she was passed, instead, to Pigeonsong. Shimmerpaw always wondered why it had to be those two cats; one who she'd already put in enough grief, another who absolutely refused to talk to her, and always made her do things again and again until she got it exactly how Pigeonsong wanted it, which was hard. It was as if Shimmerpaw had to relearn everything she had learned from Redtalon differently, and the she-cat insisted that Shimmerpaw wasn't ready for any assessments when the times came... and so they passed, and Shimmerpaw was passed by the other apprentices, although the one named Rosepaw had disappeared in leaffall. Stormpaw had become Stormheart, Emberheart, Nightstar's daughter, had become deputy, and shortly after that, Nightstar died... and finally, Emberstar insisted that Shimmerpaw had to be assessed, and much to Pigeonsong's displeasure, Shimmerpaw passed both easily.

Standing once again before a cat called the leader, but instead put in front of a ginger she-cat, Shimmerpaw listened patiently to the ceremony. Stormheart had lost his group as an apprentice; they all told him that those days were over and that they couldn't be a part of any group but the clan, leaving him to do the same.
"I, Emberstar, leader of, BirchClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn.
"Shimmerpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Shimmerpaw lifted her chin and meowed loudly and clearly, "I do."
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Shimmerpaw, from this moment you will be known as Shimmercloud. StarClan honors your intelligence and patience, and we welcome you as a full warrior of BirchClan." ShimmerCloud listened to the cats cheering her name; it was a bit more enthusiastic than the other two times this had happened. Stormheart, as she expected, stayed silent. He was staring hard at her with his golden eyes, looking as if he were trying to understand something that couldn't quite stick with him.

In newleaf, Pigeonsong turned up dead, and it was said that she ate deathberries; a lot of cats thought it was because she still loved Redtalon and blamed herself for his death, thinking that if she hadn't left him over something that was out of his control that he might not have died of greencough if she had been there for him instead of sticking her nose in the air and refusing to do anything.

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"Not that I'll willingly tell you." The lyrics above belong to three different songs; Not too late by Three Days Grace, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, and Viva la Vida by Coldplay.

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Who's in the clans? Who made them? Look on and find out!

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Name; "Amberstar, what's yours?" Amberkit/Amberpaw/Amberfall/Amberstar. Origin of name; Amber: Amberstar's mother claimed that she knew Amberfall was going to have amber eyes, which turned out to be true. Fall: No known reason. Pleasant sound?
Gender; "Ouch. That's a bit offensive." Yes, Amberstar is most-definitely a she-cat.
Age; "I'm twenty-six moons old. You?" Twenty-six moons old; she was born at the end of newleaf/the beginning of greenleaf (about June 17th on our human calendars) along with one sibling.
Rank; "I am the leader of LeafClan." Amberstar is the proud leader of LeafClan.
Rank wanted; "I'm content with how I am, thanks." None. Amberstar, surprisingly enough, never really wanted much more than to be a warrior, even though she got the rank as leader; she never liked the idea of being a medicine cat, and being leader didn't really interest her all that much when she was younger.
Apprentice; "An apprentice? I don't have one currently; the first one I had was named Poppypaw; she recently died in a border battle." None currently; she doesn't plan on having one soon.

History;

"Not much happened in my life yet, really. It's honestly really boring." Actually, there's more to Amberstar's history than she's letting on... she's not a 'completely normal' clan cat, if one did ever exist in the first place. No, it all started between two cats, as most lives do; one who had an illusion of love, the other the delusion of the insane. The one who thought she was in love was a young brown tabby she-cat who was known commonly as Featherpelt. She was rather pretty, with bright green eyes and a laugh that brought a smile to most tom's faces... and a fake one to one particular tom who'd caught her eye, Lionclaw.

Lionclaw was a large gray-brown tabby tom with dark amber eyes. He was quite popular among she-cats at their age, but he never got that warm feeling with any cat... he only created cold plans to rise to power within, yet another unfortunately common case of overactive ambition in the minds of young toms(and, though less common in stories, she-cats.), though his is a more hushed-up one... very few cats really knew much about it. Except for, later on, Featherpelt.

The next part of the story is obvious; Lionclaw lures Featherpelt in, they become mates quickly, and are soon an adored couple in the clan. Featherpelt is soon moved into the nursery... and that's when things started turning. It was late newleaf, and Featherpelt noticed that Lionclaw wasn't in camp; all traces of him were stale. For some reason, that day, something felt wrong inside her, and she feared for her mate; what if he'd gotten into trouble while on a solo hunting trip? If he needed her, in some way, right that moment? Her instincts said no, but she was too blinded by the illusion Lionclaw had set up for her, so she set off to find him, telling any cat who stopped her that a queen could get a drink of water if she wanted to. Featherpelt wasn't exactly sure why she lied about what she was going to do; she merely guessed that she wanted to find him alone.

How horribly wrong she was. When she did find him, he seemed to be waiting; his eyes had a strange, almost scarlet gleam in them as he watched her, looking hungry , cold, and greedy, like he'd never looked at her before. Featherpelt's ears swiveled backward in dismay and she took a step back, crouching down slightly. This was the Lionclaw she knew... this wasn't her Lionclaw. It was someone else's entirely. Standing up, he stepped forward, his teeth bared in a maniacal grin as he continued to give her that strange, wild stare. She made a small, startled noise and scrabbled backward, but he was advancing too quickly; he stopped a mouse-length away, his head tipped to one side, still grinning.

"You're going to help me, Featherpelt," he purred viciously, unsheathing his claws. "Or your kits are going to die. You'll be forced to watch their slow, painful deaths, and they'll be followed by your own..."
"H-h-help y-y-ou with wh-what?" she asked, still propelling backward through the forest as she was chased by Lionclaw. He could easily outpace her; he was just toying with her, darting after her just to scare her. His uncatlike grin grew wider, and his eyes danced more viciously.
"You're going to kill the deputy through Mousetail. He'll listen to every word you say, and you know he will. I'll reveal him as the murderer, and the clan and leader will be grateful toward me for uncovering the murderer, and then, I'll kill the leader, and we'll be famous, Featherpelt..."

By now, Featherpelt had frozen in place, her mouth open in a silence scream. He was circling her, nipping her muzzle, running his tail along her stomach, breathing the words in her ears as he past them, pausing when he was behind her, taking care to take her tail into his mouth and hold on until it was stretched to its limit at her side, when he'd let it go and start whispering again. Featherpelt's mind was working slowly through her shock and despair; as it turns out, she was stupid or blind any more. It was certainly enough to shatter her entire love life and any dreams she might've had about it, but her mind was strangely clearer.

What she had to do was clear as water. Nodding, she murmured agreement and praise to Lionclaw in a convincing way; he didn't seem to see the plan that was forming inside her. Featherpelt knew that he actually thought she'd shown him her submission; if she hadn't been heavily pregnant, she would've immediately turned tail and ran straight back to camp, naturally quicker than her mate. However, what she was planning worked, too.

Except... it didn't. It took until the end of newleaf for him to realize it, but Lionclaw saw that his mate had lied to him; he grew very angry very quickly, and when camp was mostly deserted, he burst into the nursery; there Featherpelt was, curled up and fast asleep. Creeping forward, Lionclaw let out a long, loud growl that rumbled deep in his stomach; the little brown cat with a large, round belly jerked up in her nest, opening her mouth to scream but no sound coming out as she squeezed her eyes shut; for several moments, they both froze, and then Featherplt let out a horrible wail that echoed throughout camp.

It was full of despair, agony, and desperation... it immediately attracted the attention of the medicine cat apprentice, a small tom who quickly found his mentor (who wasn't too far off) and they both returned to camp to find Featherpelt laying on her side, letting out little moans of pain, her eyes still squeezed shut; the medicine cat started barking orders at his apprentice, pushing Lionclaw out of the den and telling him that there wasn't enough space for him to be in there.

"They're coming," Feathertail panted before she blacked out.

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The world was surreal. Everywhere around me, things seemed to move quicker, colors were brighter, cats were friendlier; it was like time moved on, surging past my paws but not changing me one bit, like water in the stream my mother had taken me to alongside Dashkit one day, where she told us about our father's death and how we should never, ever be anything like he was.
Just the thought of it made me shiver.
Our father had been taken down by the clan when he tried to kill us, me and Dashkit and momma. He was killed in the struggle to get him away from us, she said. She wasn't quite right, I was beginning to notice; sort of like a soft insanity. Dashkit was a lot like momma, but he was just quiet; really quiet... he was a mute. But I didn't mind; Dashkit and I were too close for that to ever matter. He really wasn't aggressive, ever.

Now, I stand here, staring excitedly up at the leader, who stared back, speaking; I couldn't focus on any of the words. My paws tingled as I suddenly try to listen to what he was saying; it was my ceremony, after all, and it'd be stupid of me to miss it just 'cause I was too excited.
"...I expect you to pass on all you know to Amberpaw."
I felt a little chill of happiness run down my spine. I was no longer 'Amberkit'. Looking around, I saw the cat he was talking to; an older tortoiseshell warrior I knew by the name 'Rainpetal'. A little too excitedly, I bound over to her, stretching up my nose and pressing it against hers; she chuckled and licked my ear affectionately, and we padded together to join Dashpaw and his mentor, a tom named Thunderheart. Dashpaw leaned over, staring at me intently with his yellow eyes, and said in a soft, beautiful, and croaky whisper,
"Congratulations."
I was so shocked, I stumbled backward, staring at him in complete surprise. "You talked! You just said- just said-"
Dashpaw smiled softly, giving me a curious look, and turned to pad away for his first hunting session with Thunderheart.

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The world around me isn't whirling anymore. A void had opened in my heart a few sunrises ago, and it hadn't gone away... it would never go away, I felt. There was a sickening, aching pain in my head and chest as I remembered every soft stroke of her strong across my ears, the gentle murmur of her voice, the firm but gentle look she'd give me every time I got into trouble.
My mother had passed away in her sleep; there was no way to tell how she had, the medicine cat had confirmed grimly, and she'd been buried the dawn before; Dashpaw and I had still gotten assessed, still went through everything. They acted as if Featherpelt hadn't ever really died; like she was just about to come out of the nursery, her pelt slightly ruffled but green eyes glowing like always.

And now, we still go through our warrior ceremony, just as if Feathertail was still there to cheer the loudest of any cat for us... this time, for me it'd be Rainpetal, and for Dashpaw it'd be me.
Dashpaw could speak now; just a little whisper, and he's really sweet and shy, so he doesn't talk all that often... but he can still speak. It's a lovely sound to me that escapes his ears; that's what keeps my head high right now, as the leader drones on about my virtues and how Rainpetal trained me well... then, finally, I'm given an expectant look, and I know that that's my cue to talk.

"I do," I announce, knowing exactly what I meant, and knowing that it was completely and purely true. I hear the soft, low purr of Dashpaw right behind me, and although it's loud and happy, the cheering is slightly muted in my head; It was the first time I'd ever heard a cheer go up without my mother's voice harmonizing with it. After the usual motions in the ceremony for becoming a warrior, I turn around, blinking at Dashpaw and pausing for moment as he passed me, taking in his soft tones.

"Congratulations, Amberfall."

After Amberstar's warrior ceremony, her life calmed down a lot more, her initial shock and grief transforming into a soft acceptance, something she never really talks about. After that, the biggest things that happened were her mentor, Rainpetal's death and the death of Dashfoot's mentor, Thunderheart. Then, it came as a surprise to her one day...

It was an ordinary day; It didn't even feel like it was a different day. That was how unexpected this was.
As soon I exited the warriors den this morning, I saw the deputy in the center of camp... except that he wasn't exactly lively. In fact, he looked like he was sleeping, but sat too eerily still to really be doing so... a rush of dread and sorrow made my chest feel cold and my eyes sting. He'd been a good deputy; old, but still persistent, waving cats away with his tail whenever they suggested he move into the elders den and telling them he didn't need to be young to carry out his duties.

I'd envied him... just not for his rank. I envied him for continuing on, working until he died instead of switching onto an easier lane, like most cats would have. Now, the moon was half-risen in the sky, and Eaglestar stood on Crackedstone, a large, powerful silhouette against the stormy edge of the sky, dark amber eyes glinting in the dim light of the half-moon filtering through the trees into camp; both medicine cats had left on their moonly trip to Starfalls, so there weren't any cats at the base of the large boulder; it was disconcerting to see the place where cats usually occupied empty. Finally, Eaglestar spoke, his eyes combing the gathered cats calmly, deep voice strangely soothing.

"This will not be a proper ceremony, as Treeleg has disappeared from our midst; how, no cat can say, which is very strange. LeafClan's camp is so well-guarded..." there was a murmur of uneasiness among the cats, but he continues. "The next deputy will be Amberfall. I say this before StarClan, so they can hear and approve my choice."

I felt my skin burning as every cat shifted to get a good look at me; I felt too small, too imperfect, as Eaglestar's shoulders slumped. Treeleg had been his first deputy a long time before; I'd heard that they were good friends as warriors, and I couldn't blame him for taking the moment attention wasn't on him to mourn. Yet again, I was envious; how could these cats conceal their pain so well? Maybe Eaglestar would give me a few tips on how to do it, but I wasn't too sure.

From there, Amberstar's life evened out until she received her nine lives; she has not yet lost any of them.

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Personality;

"I can't exactly answer that... maybe just judge me yourself?" Amberstar doesn't have the most stand-out personality, as she and her brother, Dashfoot, didn't inherit their parents' magnets for drama. First of all, though, she is very calm, thoughtful, and moderately social. Amberstar isn't one who's really up for making jokes, but she loves to hear other cats jokes and tends to laugh a lot, but in an undramatic way, unlike most she-cats. Often times, she thinks a bit too much about things and isn't sure what to do; this is where she earns the trait indecisive. Her mind works a bit too well in turning out different possibilities of outcomes, tying her between taking the risk and doing what she wants to do and just going for it and thinking of everything that could go wrong.

Amberstar is intelligent and has a large imagination for a warrior. This is probably how she can come up with so many different scenarios in her mind, combining a bit of common sense, a dash of reality, and a ton of imagination. Often times, the outcomes she creates are grim, but she's a mostly optimistic cat, stating more positive things than negatives and trying to persuade herself to do things just as much as she's trying to persuade another cat. However, these times when she thinks to much aren't related to work for the clan; Amberstar is a very loyal she-cat and would never think of backing out of a task she's given, even if her mind runs wild with ideas. All her life, she's put her clan before herself, keeping true to the promise she made the day she became a proper warrior, which she had, of course, taken to heart just as so many other cats have ignored it.

Amberstar is quiet, sweet, friendly, intelligent, and will talk to any cat, no matter who they are, but that doesn't mean that she's perfect, because Featherpelt's traits couldn't completely overpower Lionclaw's... there's always the flaws that no cat could truly escape. Amberstar is very secretive with her emotions, liking to hide the more negative ones and only express the good; there are major differences between her and her father, but there was proof that there are still connections between the two. Another very thin line that traces her to Lionclaw are the rare moments she has when she gets a bit sarcastic, either rolling her eyes at someone or just doing something of the sort.

It's incredibly unexpected from a cat like her that can seem almost even shy at times, but Amberstar is very brave. She's not afraid to throw herself in front of another cat to save them from something, even if it would cost her life, or to stand up and defend another cat, even if it tells her that it doesn't need help. Amberstar is a bit confusing; she can almost seem something yet not, almost decide something... then not. There's really no way to truly know what's going to happen with her, which brings up another lovely trait that can be added to her strange, long, contradicting list; unpredictable. Even a cat that knows her well and has had time to observe her couldn't really say what she would do 'next' after one action; not even Dashpaw, who is truthfully the closest cat to her in the clan.

However, she's open for any cat to get to know, and it's really not hard to win her trust; she's sort of an opposite in that way. It's harder to lose her trust than to get it. Anyways, since it would be impossible to fit all the traits of one cat on a post without it carrying on and on, if there's much more to her, then you can see it by interacting with her in the role play.

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Weaknesses;

"I'm really not sure what I'd consider a weakness about myself." Amberstar has a few weaknesses; she's smaller and a better hunter than a fighter, which would make her seem a great target in a battle against other cats.

Strengths;

"Hmm... strengths. Well, I'm small and I have long legs, so I can move faster and easier than most cats." Her small size and long legs, as well as her ability to control her breathing and her thin pelt are to her advantage; she has a runner's and a hunter's body. Her pelt is excellent camouflage against a foliage-strewn forest floor, and her senses are attuned to pick up small details of her surroundings that she might have missed.

Important kin; "As in directly related family? My brother, Dashfoot." Mother | Featherpelt | Deceased
Father | Lionclaw | Deceased
Brother | Dashfoot | Living
Siblings; "Only Dashfoot. We were a two kit litter." Brother | Dashfoot | Living
Mate; "Well... no. I've never really thought about taking on a mate, but now that you bring it up, I'm actually interested." None, but yes, she is interested in finding one.
Kits; "None, but I love them." None.
Crush; "Well, like I said, I've really never even considered... but no, nobody would ever like me, anyways. I'm too weird, and plus... I don't think anyone would be interested in Lionclaw's daughter." None; but she can't help but look.

Build;

"Um... well, I have the build of a runner." Amberstar isn't that 'Unusually large and really buff she-cat that's bigger than most toms and can crush any cat in a fight', because cats like that honestly really don't exist. She's just a tad bit taller than your average she-cat with her long, muscular legs that were built to allow her to excel normal speeds. Her shoulders are lean, small, and give her a more thin and lanky look. Amberstar's ears aren't too big or too small, but they fit on her head just right, like most cats' ears do; they come up to a soft tip in slopes that are in between steep and easy to ascend (if you were walking on them, that is).

Her chest is a gentle yet defined curve, one of the sure signs that she is yes, indeed, a she-cat, lacking the bulk of a tom's. It flows into her long, thin body well, making it evident that she can move with incredible speed and operate with magnificent grace, but her grace is mostly thanks to her small paws, which can fit on some of the narrowest of surfaces and fit on her legs well, balancing out her length and supporting her legs with a sureness that Amberstar is not conscious of, seeming to tell other cats that 'yes, I can run, and I can run fast.'

However, Amberstar, much unlike most she-cats, is not the dominant type, as it is clear by the way she holds her tail and head low, watching the ground or the paws of the cat ahead of her, as well as in the way she smiles uncertainly when addressed by other cats (unless, of course, they're telling her something that she should not smile at). Her snout seems to fit into her face just right, not squashy, but not really long; more like a 'good size for her' type of thing. That's mostly what Amberstar's build is like; there's not really much more, other than the obvious fact that she's very lean.

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Fur color;

"There are a lot of colors in my fur, since I'm a tabby; I'd say the most dominant colors are light tan, gray flecks, and darker near-black stripes." Amberstar doesn't have just one 'fur color'. Her pelt is a wide array of many colors found in a cat's pelt; there are many different shades of brown and tan, toned down a bit by the almost unnoticeable flecks of gray incorporated in with it. There's also the near-black of her stripes, which cross over the grays and browns. The last color in her pelt is the white of the bib marking on her chest, her front paws, her back toes, the tip of her tail, and the odd stripe that goes up her face.

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Eyes;

"They're amber... can't you see?" Amberstar's eyes, the reason for the prefix of her name, are, indeed, amber. They are darker, with a more orangish tone to them. Often times, they shine with warmth and curiosity, their yellow-orange depths fixed on the object of her thoughts or on really nothing at all. There is also a thin, almost indistinct line of green around her pupil that fascinates a lot of cats the first time they notice it.

Scars/other markings

"Nothing that's really important or noticeable." What she said, unless this means fur markings; in that case, she has near-black stripes, a white 'tuxedo' chest, an odd white stripe up her face, white front paws, white back toes, and a white tip on her tail.

Short description;

"I'm a tabby she-cat. Short enough?" A small brown-gray tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

Lengthy description;

"I don't know... you try to come up with one." Amberstar is, first of all, as is mentioned about a hundred times above, a built runner. With her long muscular legs and small, graceful paws, she can excel the speeds of an average cat by a considerable bit. This trait was passed down to her from her mother, who was one of the fastest runners in the clan, outrunning all the other apprentices in training sessions; Amberstar followed suit, although she knows that she was probably the only cat who really felt competitive and ran full-speed, swinging her paws with fast reflexes and swirling around her component, who usually always won despite her speed; she was definitely not made for fighting, much unlike her father with her long, thin body yet small appearance, even though she is the slightest bit taller than your average she-cat because of her long legs.

Amberstar's fur, if I were to go way into detail with describing it, would take forever to do and would probably leave everybody who tried to leave it sleeping; so I'll leave this as short as it gets when I go into minor detail about things. I'll start with her various markings, as it gives an idea of where the tabby starts and ends. She has a white marking on her chest that's often referred to as a 'tuxedo' or 'bib' marking, starting at the base of her neck and coming down to a tip where her belly starts in an upside-down triangle. Her tail, which really isn't considered short or long, is that darkest if tabby on her pelt, which thick near-black stripes ringing it until the tip, which is the same snowy white as her chest. On her face, she has an odd-shaped stripe the same color as her chest and tail-tip that starts just above her nose and comes up in a sort of figure-eight shape, except the '8' would be filled in and less circular around the top and bottom. It ends just above her eyes, which are also very interesting.

Amberstar's eyes are a common color, yet they're unique and unusual all the same. The more a cat looks, the more it'll see, and at different times, they even change color, though very rarely. Her eyes are dark amber, looking more orange than brown or yellow most of the time... well, the outer ring does, at least. It lightens a little bit as the color comes closer to her pupil, looking slightly yellowish; most cats don't catch this change unless they're really looking at her eyes, as the change is gradual and a lot less noticeable than the last time they change color within themselves. As the lighter, orange-yellow color grows even closer to the center, every cat who pays attention can see the thin band of light green around her pupil, a light color that sometimes resembles grass in the sun, although it's very thin and hard to put any name to other than 'light green'. They are ringed by a thin band of a light creamy tannish color, which brings up the topic of the other colors in her fur.

Amberstar's fur doesn't have any main 'fur color'; it's a wide array of mixed colors, all coming together to make her look like a light brown tabby she-cat. However, even though the colored part of her fur does have a large range of brown colors in it, there's one other color that mixes in that cats often tend to miss when looking at her. Gray. Inside the shades of brown, there are tiny gray flecks, giving her fur the light and utterly indescribable color that most tabbies that look similar to her have. However, that's just the basic color of her fur, where there isn't any stripes. Amberstar's stripes appear to be black, but like all tabbies, it is yet again deceiving to the eye. This color isn't black; it's a very dark brown that shows its true color in direct sunlight, much like the brunette hair of a human.

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Name; "Hello... I'm Dashfoot." Dashkit/Dashpaw/Dashfoot. Reason for name; Prefix- Dash: His mother said that she could just imagine him as a three-month-old kit running across a field when she named him, so that was her inspiration for the prefix of his name. Foot: Leaning on the idea Featherpelt had, the leader called him 'Dashfoot' because he loves running, although he isn't as fast as his sister.
Gender; "Tom..." Dashfoot is indeed a tom.
Age; "My sister and I are twenty-six moons old." Twenty-six moons old; he was born at the end of newleaf/the beginning of greenleaf (about June 17th on our human calendars) along with one sibling.
Rank; "I'm a warrior." Dashfoot is very happy to be a warrior of LeafClan, although he feels like he doesn't deserve the position.
Rank wanted; "I couldn't... couldn't be anything more than I am... I'm sorry." Dashfoot, as it is probably becoming apparent, has a low self-esteem. He doesn't want anything more than to be a warrior; he's content with how he is currently.
Apprentice; "I-I don't think I could have one..." Dashfoot does want an apprentice; he just doesn't think he's a good enough warrior to receive one.

History;

"It's nothing... my m-mother died just before I became a warrior, but that's all that's really worth hearing about me." Dashfoot's perspective is much different from his sister's. She views her life as having more positive things in it than negative; however, being a mute for the first part of your life and never really being able to talk like a normal cat isn't Dashfoot's idea of a normal or happy life. Actually, he doesn't really think much of his parents; he knows his mother's story about his father perfectly, but he just feels nothing when he thinks of the tom. Almost as if Lionclaw could've never existed to him, and in truth, he never really has.

At first, Dashfoot wasn't aware that he was different in any way. He'd carry on with what he was doing, not feeling any urge to use his mouth to do anything other than eat or show emotion; he communicated with little gestures that his sister, Amberfall, and his mother, Featherpelt, caught on to quickly. They never really talked to him like other cats did; he thought it was just because they were a quiet family and liked to keep peace.

Dashfoot would've never guessed that they did it to try to make him feel more comfortable not being able to talk... or that he wasn't able to talk. Actually, for the first six moons of his life, he was around tons of cats who spoke to him or his family or each other and he never realized that he just wasn't like them. On the day of his warrior ceremony, however, that changed; when he watched his sister being given her apprentice name, he felt something in the back of his throat; his body buzzed with the feeling, the urge to open his mouth and make noise. He didn't understand it, so he missed out on the cheering for Amberpaw; but when she came closer to him, the urge grew stronger, until he finally opened his mouth and let the sound that escaped morph itself into the word he was thinking;

"Congratulations," he said in a scratchy whisper, making Amberpaw's sparkly amber eyes glow bright and happier than they did before; the small she-cat stared at him for a moment with those pretty eyes and took a few unsteady steps back before she responded in a tiny squeak, well-used and much unlike his own low, soft whisper of a voice.
"You just talked! You just said- just said-"
Dashkit gave his sister a curious look, his mouth curving into a small smile. The feeling that he needed to do something had left him; almost like it could only exist very rarely, when he was meant to say something. That was when he realized just how immature other cats thought he was compared to Amberpaw; they all thought he was just a 'late bloomer', standing their with fake smiles to hide their thoughts that he would probably never become a warrior, saying things they didn't really mean.

The idea of never becoming a warrior scared him; it was the only thing he'd really ever wanted or asked StarClan for. Why couldn't he become a warrior?
"DASHPAW! DASHPAW! DASHPAW!"
Flinching a little bit, Dashpaw returned to reality, staring around him at all the cats who were cheering his new name; one, a large black tom, stared down at him expectantly, so he did what he'd seen Amberpaw do with her mentor, guessing this one was his; he touched his nose to the warrior's.

When he pulled away a little bit, Dashpaw was surprised when the tom leaned forward and whispered, "They think you'll never become a warrior. I don't care what they say, and neither should you; you are going to be a warrior."
But Dashpaw did care what the other cats said. They were his clan; the cats who were supposed to be his family, who should care for him like he cared for them. So he just blinked back at the tom, frowning slightly; he knew that if he tried to rediscover the sound that had come from his mouth, nothing would happen.

Training had gone well; Dashpaw seemed to be okay at everything Thunderheart set him up to do, and he'd even started talking a bit more. The feeling had come once or twice in the four moons after he'd first spoken, but now, it was like a part of his instincts; when he thought of things and willed them to come into existence, they did, and his voice was starting to lose its scratchiness, although he knew for a fact that he'd never speak in a voice louder than a whisper. Other cats were starting to treat him, finally, like he belonged; some of them even told him that his voice was beautiful and that he shouldn't keep it from them.

Of course, he knew it was more complicated than that; talking was still abnormal to him, and he was much more used to his gestures; Thunderheart had learned his language too, but the clan didn't know more than they did before he was born. He knew it would take some time to get used to using his newfound power, and he just wished that other cats wouldn't take their voices for granted so much; it made him feel slightly cheated, whenever they just came over to him and started telling him things because he'd never be able to tell other cats anyways.

That, he was glad was going to end with him becoming more and more accustomed to having a voice. He didn't think he'd use it nearly so often as other cats; he didn't want to, really. It always made something inside him tell him he's not good enough when he thought of talking to a cat other than Amberfall. She appreciated his voice; she only told him more than she told other cats because they were best friends.

Their mother had died a few sunrises before they become warriors; he'd felt horrible after he learned that he'd never see her again. She was one of the very few things that actually knew him, one of the very few that didn't think she knew anything and everything about every other cats. He was never compelled to mourn like Amberfall did, though; she seemed upset that more cats didn't think of Featherpelt like a mother.

Dashfoot's life continued on until now, nothing exciting really happening after that point, really.

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Personality;

"I can't... I can't describe myself. I'm sorry." First of all, Dashfoot has a very low self-esteem, as is apparent from what you've seen above. He doesn't think he deserves anything more than he's got; in fact, he doesn't think he deserves much anything he has, like a wonderful sister to him like Amberfall or a mother who had done her best to give him a good life, despite her never-ending instability after learning Lionclaw's true plans for her and their kits. Of course, it's not true; Dashfoot was never a troublemaker at any point in his life, and all he really wants is to just fit in with other cats, even though he knows he'll never quite make it there.

Dashfoot is very shy. 'Quiet' is a proper way to describe him, also; he can't talk in a voice any higher than a whisper, and he isn't very brave... not nearly so confident as Amberfall is. He finds it hard at times to really understand the actions of other cats, never being very good at communicating with them, but that doesn't mean that he isn't smart. In fact, he catches on to a lot of things pretty quickly, and he can be very logical. However, Dashfoot isn't the type to joke around or try to lighten the mood, even though he somehow manages to lighten it without trying; he's a rather more serious cat, like his sister, but that also doesn't mean that he doesn't appreciate jokes.

Basically, Dashfoot is the type of cat you just have to get to know on your own before you can describe him.

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Weaknesses;

"I can't talk... I can only whisper." Dashfoot's weaknesses are his nerves, preventing him from going ahead and just doing what he knows is right, the fact that he couldn't call out for help form other cats even if he tried, and his low self-esteem, which often keeps him from doing the best he can.

Strengths;

"I have none..." Dashfoot does have strengths. One is his size; he's about the size of a normal tom, with long legs although a body rather like he sister's; more narrow and long than big and brawny. There are others, but I can't think of them right now.

Important kin; "Amberfall's my sister." Mother | Featherpelt | Deceased
Father | Lionclaw | Deceased
Sister | Amberfall | Living
Siblings; "Amberfall." Sister | Amberfall | Living
Mate; "I... I couldn't ever attract a she-cat. I'm not good enough for one." None, but no matter how 'unattractive' he thinks he is, he still wants one.
Kits; "No..." None.
Crush; "I'm really not good enough..." None, but he hopes that he'll find a she-cat who will love him.

Build;

"How do I describe myself?" Dashfoot isn't huge and brawny, but he isn't small, either; he's about the size of the average tom, except with a long, thin body, long legs, and a more narrow look. His muzzle is slightly longer than his sister's, and his face also looks a bit more narrow when placed next to hers. There's really nothing very interesting things about Dashfoot's build, so I think I'll move on now.

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Fur color;

"Blue-gray, I guess." Dashfoot's fur isn't that complicated; It's not the kind you could go on forever describing, like Amberfall's is. There's no special markings on it, no unique twist; it's just blue-gray, like that of a Russian Blue, but clan cats don't have breeds; it's impossible, with the mixed and matched linage they have. Cats just don't care to mate with cats that look like them, and when it happens, it just happens. Anyways, his base coat is a dark grayish color, but the very tips of each hair on his pelt are a light blue-gray color, giving him a slightly glazed but lighter look.

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Eyes;

"Green, kinda like grass." Dashfoot's eyes, in my opinion, are stunning. Around the pupil they are a pretty evergreen, but as it goes out, the color turns brighter and even more brilliant; it can be compared to a new shoot of grass in sunlight, the way the depths of his eyes shine. They're really hard to describe and I feel like I'm not good enough at describing them, so look at the pictures.

Scars/other markings

"I only have a scar on my right shoulder. I don't remember where I got it." Dashfoot actually has a lot of scars, but his sleek fur hides mostly all of them, and the only one that's really noticeable is the one on his right shoulder.

Short description;

"I'm a gray tom with green eyes..." A shy, tall blue-gray tom with brilliant green eyes and a scar on his right shoulder.

Lengthy description;

"It's hard to describe myself... I always feel like I'm missing something." Dashfoot's fur isn't that complicated; It's not the kind you could go on forever describing, like Amberfall's is. There's no special markings on it, no unique twist; it's just blue-gray, like that of a Russian Blue. His base coat is a dark grayish color, but the very tips of each hair on his pelt are a light blue-gray color, giving him a slightly glazed but lighter look.

Dashfoot's eyes are very interesting. Around the pupil they are a pretty evergreen, but as it goes out, the color turns brighter and even more brilliant; it can be compared to a new shoot of grass in sunlight, the way the depths of his eyes shine. There's really no way to accurately describe them, in my opinion.

The only other remarkable thing about Dashfoot's appearance is a long scar on his right shoulder that could've been from anything; he doesn't remember receiving it.

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Username; Kitty-lover93
Activity gauge; I am a very active member on CS. I long on every day, and the minimum amount of time that I'm on every day would have to be four hours. However, the maximum is probably nine, and as long as my characters are included in the role play by other characters, then I will be a very active role player, I will guarantee you that.
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Will have more soon

My gallery · by **~Firebird Rising~** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 8:49 am

(I would really like to join, but I'm on mobile right now! Can I reserve a spot until I get on an actual computer? :3 )

My gallery · by **Kitty-lover93** » Sat Oct 27, 2012 9:11 am

((Sure! Which spot would you like to reserve? You don't have to reserve any spots other than the leader spot, deputy spot, or medicine cat spot- it's a little confusing, the way I set it up, so I'm just clarifying.))

My Characters

Nᴀᴍᴇ

"My name is Meadowsong.When I was born I was Meadowkit, six moons later Meadowpaw. this is my last name change, as far as I can tell!" Meadowsong received the name 'Meadowkit' because she was born in a meadow. Her mother wanted to capture the moment in something more than a memory... so why not keep the moment forever in her heart by naming her only kit that? Later in her life, after it was cleared that her mother was dead, Meadowpaw received her warrior name one moon after she should have, when she finally passed over the grief of her mother's death. She was named 'Meadowsong' because she loved the sound of the songbirds that usually chimed their songs around the meadow where she was born, and it just seemed to fit her, in the leader's eyes.

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

"Oooh... Are you one of those cats who are born blind and deaf? Wait, no, that wouldn't make sense, because you're talking and I'm talking... Okay. I'm a she-cat!" Yes- Meadowsong is definitely, purely one hundred percent she-cat. There's not much to it at all, so you probably shouldn't ask!

Aɢᴇ

"Oh no- do I look old? Please tell me no! I'm only twenty-one moons old..." No, she is not old... and in my opinion, she doesn't look old. Yes, Meadowsong is just three moons short of being eight seasons old- which, in human terms, she would be one year nine months old, turning two years exactly three months after the current one.

Hɪƨᴛᴏʀʏ
"No." Meadowsong refuses to tell her history to anybody who hasn't really tried to know her first. Well, it all started on a cool, crisp early leaffall day in a beautiful little meadow just off the clan territory. Two snowy cats were there- the mood around them tense and desperate. The smaller of the two- a she-cat with a rounded belly on her side -stared up at the other... a tom. Big, handsome, dark eyes, cream fur. He had one paw on her stomach.
"Cotton..." The she-cat cried out with the effort of saying her mate's name.
"Shh, shh... they're coming. Hold on to this, Snow! Once they're born, we'll rest and run. I won't let that clan-"
"Cotton!" There was fire in the she-cat's ragged voice now. "Shut up and... and..." She screamed and clamped her jaws down on the stick the tom had given her, being sent into a bubble of oblivion and pain.
The tiny mewling of a single kitten was what it took to wake Snowfoot from her . There were five bodies- yet only one was squirming and mewling like a normal kit. Fear gripped her heart and she struggled with herself for a moment before realizing that Cotton had cleaned them while she was unconscious. That made her furious- why hadn't he woke her up to tell her that four of them were still-born? She deserved to know things like that about her kittens! Then, she saw him. On his side at the edge of the clearing, maimed with long, wide gashes and his eyes frozen open with anger... fear... and mostly, death. The entirety of all of what had just happened to her sent Snowfoot into a state of shock- immediately, she started searching for the first beautiful thing other than her living kit- because the living kit was wreathed with dead ones. Then, she was taken back to a day that greenleaf in that same clearing. She'd just announced her pregnancy and was staring around at the beautiful, bright green clearing, the late wildflowers swaying in a breeze.

Suddenly, she was grabbing the living kit and carrying it carefully over to the edge of the meadow, where she couldn't see the remnants of her mate and four of her kittens. Her life was now centered around one thing; the beautiful little cream-colored kit in front of her. It was a she-cat, too... perfect.
"Meadow..." Snowfoot whispered, her eyes huge. "Light and lovely,
My only thing,
It is of you,
All the songbirds sing." Her voice was crackly and exhausted, but she wouldn't be able to sleep if her life depended on it. So what she did was curl tighter around the little bundle, rasping her tongue over its tiny, frail body. "I promise that your life will shed light upon this clearing, not the shadows that have already been cast across it... I love you, my little one."

An excited squeal ripped up my chest as I barreled out of the apprentice den, blue eyes bright in the sunlight streaming through the trees. My off-white cream fur wasn't even groomed yet; but who cared? I was about to become a warrior! Wait, I care, because that's the type of thing apprentices want- I have to look like a warrior for my ceremony!
"Meadowpaw! Over here!" My eyes brighten as I hear my mentor. I was his first apprentice... he'd become a warrior six moons before. Exactly when I became an apprentice. Oh, that reminds me- my momma had refused to tell me if I ever had a father or siblings. I wondered why? Why was my heritage a secret? Oh well. I was too excited!
"Yeah, Thunderstep?" His name always made me purr- the really old leader, who had named him, had probably named him in honor of his long and speedy legs. I only ever associated his name with the sound of somebody stomping carelessly through the forest, causing such a noise it'd scare everything close away. But he looked too serious for me to laugh, really.

"Meadowpaw... I know you're excited," He began. Even his voice was growing more sorrowful! "But... it's- it's your mother. She has disappeared, and- well -the senior warriors and I have had a group council. I went against it, but they went against me... your warrior ceremony has been... canceled. It's been canceled, Meadow." He whispered. I love my mentor, but he's horrible at joking around. Really? He's pretending my mother ran away and they canceled my warrior ceremony because of it. Good actor, bad talker. It's almost always him!
"Nice try, heavy-feet," I laugh. We have nicknames for each other- all inside jokes of our names. Because of my misunderstanding in the meaning of his name, he's heavy-feet, and because Meadowpaw is a mouthful (for us) I'm Meadow. "You know that I know you're horrible at this lying to scare me stuff." I waited for him to laugh, but he sat stone still, staring at me with those impossibly indescribable eyes. Then, I realize slowly that what I said was what I wanted to be true- with every fiber of my being I wanted it that way. Deep inside, I heard the truth and it hurt. A lot. No warrior ceremony? My mother missing... I slump forward, burying my face in Thunderstep's chest fur and giving a short, muffled sob.
"I'm really sorry, Meadow..." He whispered, but I shake my head.
"She has hallucinations. Almost insane. I love her, more than I love anything. Everything I love, or should love, is missing."
"Mea-"
"I'm not done yet!" I snap at him, making him shuffle away from me a bit. He's the only cat in the clan who's ever seen one of my tantrums. "Look, I know that you know more about my history than I do. You've seen it, even if you're only six pathetic moons older than me. You saw my life and now you're the only one who has it." My voice, I can hear, is intense and full of a sort of painful sadness... I can't even begin to describe how I feel.
"Has it?" He said, still whispering, and I glare icily at him. He understands this. "Uh... you're not a full clan cat, Meadow." He meowed. "I found your father and four siblings in the namesake meadow- plus you and your mother. My mentor and I caught a scent of blood over the border- he told me to go back to camp and report, but I followed. And... we saw that. Rogues killed your father, we think- your premature death killed your siblings. You were the strong one." This makes me livid. 'The strong one' sounded like some sort of sick way of trying to comfort me- well, he should know that I don't buy that stuff!
"My father's a dead rogue. I have four dead siblings. My mother is wandering around the forest if she's even still alive." I say in a mechanical tone... then it hits me. I have nothing. No kin- not above, not beside, and not below. I'm completely, utterly alone, the last of my line.
This is when I make it my number one goal to some day find a tom who loves me and have kits.

I take one huge, deep breath. This is the first time I've really concentrated on anything except one fact; I have nothing. I had been sitting in my self-pity for so long, it had changed me completely. Now there was an automatic, stuck-to-my-face sickly smile residing on my lips... I was experiencing what Thunderstep had called a 'mask'. Meadowpaw didn't exist anymore... wouldn't, in a second. I wasn't even listening to the newly-appointed Webstar- just waiting for him to look at me expectantly so I could say those two words. 'I do.' The acceptance of the warrior code, of my warrior name, of everything that was my future. I didn't really care much of hearing it- I'd ask Thunderstep what my name was. Finally, the leader looked down at me with an expectant gleam in his eyes.
"I do," I answer, my voice with that unnatural happiness in it. I kind of liked keeping this new thing up- it was better for the clan, I thought, than what I really was. The chanting started, sending little shocks down her paws. The name highlighted beauty and brightness, a soft, sweet sound that would float from a faraway paradise... a haunting from her kithood. A very faint memory drifted to the forefront of her mind- just a voice, misty, broken, and far away.
"Light and lovely,
My only thing,
It is of you,
The songbirds sing."
It was scary how accurate the little poem was- a haunting lullaby that sang of horror and death. To me, at least. Anyone else who might hear it would think it's some stupid, air-headed love song. But it wasn't that for me then, and it'll never be like that for me now. I am Meadowsong, named for my terrible life and haunted by it. Happy you know me now? I bet you're wishing that you never came. Fine... that's fine. I'm used to it. Good... good bye.

Rᴀɴᴋ

"Oh, my rank? That's obvious. I'm one of the many warriors there are... not much." Don't get Meadowsong wrong- inside, she's really proud of her rank. She hadn't even dreamed, when her mother ran away and her heritage was found, that she'd make it as far as she did- when it was cleared that Snowfoot was dead she had no will to go forward. But eventually she did move on, and now she sits waiting for one more big event to change her life, good or bad. Warrior of BreezeClan.

Ɖᴇƨɪʀᴇᴅ Rᴀɴᴋ

"I don't want much, but when I was little, I always imagined myself as deputy... no, never mind. I'm fine how I am." No, Meadowsong is not fine with how she is- she has never stopped imagining herself as deputy, even through her time of depression. That was the one dream that convinced her she could pull off becoming a warrior.... but she isn't the competitive type. If another warrior became deputy, she wouldn't dare do anything that would suggest she is something other than what her mask says she is.

Ƥᴇʀsoɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

"There is far more to me than what you see... earn my trust and I'll prove it." Meadowsong is very protective of not only herself but anyone who might grow close to her. Mostly, though, she protects her true personality, holding it in to only show to someone who actually saw something in her other than the mask she had made when she became a warrior, or just acted like they really cared about who she might be to one cat instead of many. But, forgetting she has anything other than what she displays to NightClan, let's start with describing the outer personality- the easiest part of her to get, which is probably why most cats don't try to see more than that- something she mastered right out of the apprentice den.

Well, first of all, her outer shell is just happy. All those smiles, all those laughs- there's not a care in the world for this trait. No future, no past- just right in that moment. Then, of course, she's social... when she gets the right cat, there's no stopping the constant noise from her mouth. What more is there to say? She made herself your typical, problem-free cat. However, she isn't as stupid as she makes herself out to be- the entire clan would be suspicious if that was all there was to the cover up. No, she knew she couldn't make herself perfect- she she added negativity to it, but only slight. The moments when some flake of her true self might break lose- when she first wake up and right before she falls asleep. When she first wakes up, she shoots for being grumpy and slow upon being woken up by another cat- like most other warriors. But if she forgets for a moment- just that moment -she might express some hidden emotion to the cat who woke her up. Such as sadness. A sorrow so deep, glittering in her dark blue eyes, no cat could possibly pass it

off as a dream- and they might just become interested.

Then, right before she goes to sleep. Even with her mask, she stays up longer than most cats sometimes, just letting everything flow through her face and actions, maybe sitting in some clearing watching the sky or even just in her nest, hidden in the darkness. But doesn't everyone go a little crazy when they're drowsy? With her mind growing ever dimmer as darkness settles on her one time to let her inside out, she might say something suggesting there is a lot more to her than it seems... a lot like when she just wakes up. Double personalities are very difficult to describe... especially in Meadowsong's case. Neither of her personalities completely cover the other- there are holes in her resistance to reality, and there are holes in her reality when she stops holding it back. Now that she has expressed some glimmer of something other than what is usually seen- now that she has stirred some suspicion -it's time to learn who she really, truly is, behind the pretty blue eyes and pure white fur.

The weight of having no living kin, holding a personality that isn't her own, and everything else is too much to cover the holes. Really, the personalities are night and day- both provide light, but the fake one, as would be expected, would be the daytime of her personalities. Meadowsong is not a happy cat. Within the first eight moons of her life, she lost every last living thing that was close to her but one- and that was her mentor, who rarely talks to her anymore. Thunderstep... a mentor right out of the apprentice den to an apprentice who only he truly knew. It forced him to age fast, gaining maturity far before most warriors do. This is what he saw in Meadowsong.

Meadowsong hasn't changed one bit inside from the time she was an apprentice... if she ever just let herself go, she would be how she was when she was younger, adding a bit more sorrow to her behavior. First- she's very playful, and along with that, competitive. If you ever got her going on a game with another warrior, she'd want to be on the winning side... and that also cues in a little ambition. No matter what it is, Meadowsong loves to come out on top- but not in the way other cats see it. She isn't competitive or ambitious enough to do anything that might ruin her reputation more than she has already- actually, she's far from it. Due to her terrible past, Meadowsong clings to anything that means something to her- even her reputation. By 'ambitious', Meadowsong imagines herself some day doing something that might change the clan- like her dream to become deputy. She doesn't want to lead- Foxstar, to her, could keep his rank. She didn't have any ideas that she'd ever be a leader... she was too 'messed up' in her own eyes for that.

But there's more than that to Meadowsong, even. Most cats don't realize it, but she is very intelligent and honest- her true self. If another cat asks her a question, she'll answer it truthfully... depending on the cat and the question, anyways. Remember that Meadowsong is protective of her past and personality all around, not just to cats she hasn't cared to get to know. Yet, if it's anything else- such as 'how are you?' -She'll give an honest answer, whether it's good or not. Now, with intelligence... Meadowsong is a bit odd. If it's a logical question, good luck getting any answer out of her soon unless it's an easy problem to solve. Her intelligence is more of an understanding thing- she is a very fast learner, understanding most things and making mental notes to change what didn't seem very useful to her.

When she's told she's good at something, she doesn't get all quiet and embarrassed or tell the cat who said it she isn't good at that thing... Well, unless they're lying. If they are telling the truth, she would most-likely roll her eyes and say something along the lines of 'Of course I am, stupid'. If they are lying, however, she'll just laugh and shake her head- then, she'll probably say something like 'Then you must be blind. I'm horrible at this!' She tends to be very sarcastic in a good mood- but she is neither social or quiet. She'll stay quiet for a while, occasionally striking up a conversation out of pure boredom- which

means she has a good balance of both peace and noise in her day. But there is another thing that's weird about her- she likes to have peace, but she doesn't like being alone. Alone, she feels trapped inside herself, wanting to let her true personality out but too scared that somebody will come to her and she'll scare them with how different she really is from what they usually think- which is why she likes talking to other cats one on one, oddly enough. If there is some tiny chance that they might win her trust, some little inkling that she might become good enough friends with them to let them hear her story... then she doesn't want any other cats around at all. She refuses to expose her mask to more than one cat at a time- if they've won her very difficult to win trust, she'll find some way to separate them off from the group and in some way show them she isn't all they'd thought she was.

Meadowsong is hard to get, if you get her in any way at all- even as just a simple friend. She isn't open to outside access... until someone has proven that she can trust them and they certainly trust her back. That takes a lot of time and effort on both parts. So she has a hard shell that isn't easy to get past; a sort of shield to the colors she can truly shine to a cat who isn't like all the rest, looking past the smile and sparkle. No cat can know the real Meadowsong unless they get close to her- very close.

Ƥᴇʟᴛ Ɖᴇƨᴄʀɪρᴛɪᴏɴ

"My fur is white. Can't you see?" There's a lot more to Meadowsong than just 'white', even though she says that that is all. Actually, her fur isn't even white- it might appear that way from far away, but up close, it's an off-white creamy color. Her fur is in between the color of her mother's and the color of her father's- her mother's fur being snowy white and her father's a dark cream. The undercoat is that pure, snowy white until the tip of each piece, which is a light cream color- making her look just off-white if you look close. The length of her fur is also right in between the lengths of her parents' furs- Her father long-haired, mother short. The fur is about an inch long, but looks like her mother's fur did because it is sleek against her sides instead of fluffy... except for her tail. The fur on her tail feathers out in a three-inch fan, making her look odd but yet all the more pretty. Most cats can't tell the true length and color of her pelt at all until they come near... which is sort of ironic, considering her personality.

Єʏɛ Ɖᴇƨᴄʀɪρᴛɪᴏɴ

"My eyes? Blue. Why?" With Meadowsong's eyes, there isn't just one shade of blue. Depending on the lights she is in, there are many blues in them. In bright sunlight, they appear to be a light sky blue rimmed with dark blue, which snakes into it with very thin streaks of the same color, fading into the sky blue as it grows closer to her pupil. In a light shadow, they darken into a softer, dusty blue, the dark rim lightening the the darker streaks disappearing. In half-light, from a distance, and in the dark, they turn into a dark sapphire blue, all other colors disappearing. They never turn another color, though- so just the word 'blue' works for an all-around description, if that is what a cat would be looking for.

Ғʀᴀᴍᴇ Ɖᴇƨᴄʀɪρᴛɪᴏɴ

"I am small with short legs, a long tail, and long whiskers." Meadowsong, overall, is a short and small she-cat- just a little bit smaller than your average she-cat, with short legs and a short body length. However, she does have a few odd things about her- even though she has short, thin legs, she has big paws that help her run faster than it appears she can. Plus, through the slim, frail looks, she is actually very strong for her size- more deceptions in her display. They aren't so weird, but her tail and

whiskers are longer than your average cat's, especially on her body- stretching far off her face, her whiskers feather out from above her eyes and on her cheeks, giving her an even more mysterious look. Her snout is a tiny bit shorter than average, but she isn't anything like a Persian or a Siamese- it's somewhere in between there, fitting her small face better than any other snout would. Meadowsong's shoulders and head are not broad, but- like the rest of her body -more petite and she-cat-like.

Ƙɪɴ

"I am the end of my line. There are none around me, above me, or below me alive." It's true... Meadowsong has lost every cat that was related to her. However, she did have some family at one point- mostly before she was born. Her mother was a snowy white she-cat with blue eyes named Snowfoot, who fell in love with a rogue tom named Cotton, a large dark cream-colored tom with blue eyes. In a meadow, Snowfoot gave birth to Meadowsong and four other still-born and unnamed kits... Meadowsong's siblings, that is. While Snowfoot was still unconscious, her mate was killed by passing rogues, and on the day Meadowsong was supposed to have her warrior ceremony(which then got postponed) Snowfoot disappeared and was announced to be dead when she never showed again.

Cʀʋƨʜ

"I seek love, but have found none." Meadowsong is, yes, searching for a tom who would be a good mate. Her number one goal is to continue on her family line, bringing more cats who share her blood into the world- so, naturally, she is open.

Ғᴇᴀʀƨ

"A lot of things..." Meadowsong is scared of many things- most are due to the insecurities of her past. She is scared of dying before she can at least have kits, ending her mother's clan bloodline and her father's rogue bloodline altogether. From just the pure thought of there being nothing left of anything when she returns to the rest of the clan, she's frightened when she's alone- those are the biggest and oddest fears she has. Like a lot of other cats, she's scared of the usual- dogs, twolegs, and basically anything that inflicts death... in a way, she is even scared of other cats.

Their opinion on her, what they could potentially do to her, and how they might treat her if they ever found out about her mask.

Ɯᴇᴀᴋɴᴇƨƨᴇƨ

"My size." Meadowsong's immediate answer isn't her only weakness; but, in a fight, her size can be considered a major downfall. Another weakness of hers is her mask; she could easily stir up suspicion among the clan with it, as well as lose the trust of every cat she's ever known. She also has a weakness when it comes to fighting; what happened to her parents haunts her, and she avoids hurting any cat in any way as much as possible. That is one big reason why she created the mask in the first place- because she thought her true personality might hurt the clan too much. Other than that, there's nothing about her that could potentially hurt herself or another cat. A more minor weakness is her light fur- she has a hard time disguising herself and hunting or fighting because of it.

Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜƨ

"Do I even have one?" The answer to that is yes- almost every weakness of hers can be twisted around and used as a strength. Her size makes it easier to slip out of another cat's grip, hide, and can trick another cat into thinking she's weak when really she is strong. Her mask hides her intelligence and skills, giving her the advantage over the other cat when she actually gets into the cat. Sometimes, it is better to work things out in other ways than pain. So anyway, she has both a weakness and a strength in everything.

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Daring • Friendly • Social | Boastful • Laid-back • Naive

"Look at this... I'm a coward too.
You don't need to hide, my friend,
for I'm just like you..."

Name; Stormheart. "Stormheart, dung-brain. Who else would I be?"
Age; Seventeen and a half moons. "I'm only seventeen moons. I guess you just wish you could be this young, huh? You don't look it, that's for sure."
Gender; Tom. "Yes... I do believe I am a she-cat!"
Clan; BirchClan. "Use your nose and eyes. Do I LOOK like I'm outside BirchClan territory?"
Rank; Warrior. "Full-blooded, you hear? S'don't go accusing me of being anything BUT a warrior, just because my father had to take in that murderer kittypet..."
Desired Rank; None. "Nah, I don't mix well with all that important stuff; I'd rather just stay a warrior. It doesn't require much thinking."
Fur color; Reddish orange. "OPEN YOUR EYES."
Eye color; Dark golden. "Look into my eyes. There, you will see absolutely nothing. Wait! Come back!"
physique; Large, stocky tom with long legs, a long body, broad shoulders, and a broad head. "I'm a monster... Hear my roar!"
Scars; Very few; three on his right shoulder(hidden by fur), a tiny one on his ear, and one just above his nose. "Bor-ring! Why do you want to talk about them, anyway?"

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Suntail • Redtalon • Rosetail | Dappleleaf • Pigeonsong • Seaflower

Paternal grandmother; Suntail, a rather stocky she-cat, was popular for many things in her Warrior seasons. Her fighting skill was extraordinary, exceeding the expectations of the clan. Many times, if there was a predator inside the territory, she would lead the patrol to fight it... it was true that she had never lost a battle, although she never battled anything without one cat at her side. Mudwhisker, a tall, long-haired tom, had taken a deep interest in Suntail. Somehow, he managed to work his way into a lot of her patrols, trying to catch her attention by doing anything; volunteering to do a lot of things, always partnering with her... eventually, the tom grew onto the feisty she-cat and they became mates. Suntail was also known for her sharp tongue, which was another part of the reason why she led most battle patrols; she wasn't afraid to state her opinion loud and clear. However, she was most known as the mother of a clan deputy, Redtalon, and for the terrible splitting between herself and Mudwhisker. Mudwhisker was the father of Redtalon, but Suntail's second litter of kits(premature; only one survived) were fathered by a rogue named Falcon. The only living kit, who went by the name of Rosepaw, was an apprentice when Stormheart was an apprentice; he did not know that she was his aunt, but it wouldn't have mattered, as the she-cat went missing just after Mudwhisker was found killed; it was believed that the young she-cat had murdered the tom who was the father of her sister on the instruction of her father and ran away to join him, although that is uncertain. Suntail died after saving a kit who was fostered by her son(Redtalon, deputy of BirchClan), falling into a rabbit hole and breaking her neck. "Yea, my dear old granny Suntail... always complaining, but you couldn't help but love her..."
Paternal grandmother appearance; Suntail was a pretty she-cat in her day, even with the immense amount of scars that marred her appearance. She had the appearance of someone who was most obviously strong and didn't have many fears, as she glared and scowled most of the time to match the scars and muscles, but she had beautiful rusty-reddish-orange tabby fur and dark, orange-gold eyes that gave her a mysterious look as well. "She was all gray around her muzzle, but the rest of her was a light ginger. If she wasn't so old, she would've been pretty."
Paternal grandfather; Mudwhisker had a rather terrible ending, leaving a dark and misty legacy, but his start wasn't all that bad. Mudwhisker was just your average warrior, with just enough skills to provide something for his clan but not a lot. He wasn't really known for anything except how he somehow managed to impress the more popular and less normal clan cat, Suntail, and of course what happened between them. Mudwhisker wasn't even really recognized as the father of a clan deputy, as most of BirchClan wondered if it was the rogue tom who went by the name Falcon that fathered Redtalon... even though it was truly Mudwhisker who did. It was about eight seasons after Redtalon was born that Suntail had met Falcon and had Rosepaw, the she-cat popular for her 'hit and run', which made Mudwhisker popular... but only because the apprentice murdered him and ran. "He passed way before my time. I don't know anything but his name."
Paternal grandfather appearance; Mudwhisker wasn't very interesting, but he was rather handsome, which was what most cats suspected to be the reason Suntail ever even looked at him twice. He had long, light creamy orange fur, with faint tabby markings and light green eyes, as well as long legs, whiskers, and a long tail. "How am I supposed to know? He was orange, I think."
Maternal grandmother; Dappleleaf, a tall, slender she-cat, known to be very serious with work, also known to be a sort of ambitious perfectionist, making her strive to be the best she could without screwing up her reputation. This gave her a good legacy, as she died in an unexpected fox attack while examining evidence that the fox had been there recently. She had kitted seven moons before to three kits, two of which were still-born. The last living kit, named Pigeonpaw, strongly resembled her mother but took more after her father in her attitude. Stubborn and unforgiving, Pigeonpaw grew fearing foxes, not carrying on her mother's orderly ambition. However, she recovered from that by becoming the mate of a BirchClan deputy by the name of Redtalon. "I never knew her, either, but Pigeonsong told me she looked a lot like her."
Maternal grandmother appearance; Dappleleaf was a beautiful, tall, and slender she-cat. Her base coat was pure white, much like her fathers, but in some places the snowy color didn't stretch to the tips; Instead, she had a speckled pattern about her, taking the warm brown color from her mother's coat and splashing it across her own. This is what gave her the name Dapplekit. Her eyes were a bright, brilliant blue, the azure color of a Morpho Butterfly's wings. "Pigeonsong, my mother, told me she looked a lot like her..."
Maternal grandfather; Snowfoot led quite a boring life. Nothing very exciting happened to him at all, other than becoming the mate of a beautiful she-cat named Dappleleaf, being the father of the old clan deputy's mate, and living to die at an old age long after his mate was reported to have been killed by a fox, just after his daughter had given birth to her two kits, Stormkit and Seakit. "I don't know! These cats were all way before me."
Maternal grandfather appearance; Snowfoot was a large white tom with dark ginger tabby markings above his eyes and along his tail with dark golden eyes. "As I said already..."
Mother; Pigeonsong was very troubled and short-tempered, although she was known to be a very beautiful she-cat. Losing her mother to a fox at the age of seven moons was the beginning of it all; after that, she'd lost her arrogance in all the grief that overcame her, and she blamed her father for her mother's death. If he'd just been there for her, fighting the fox away from her, Dappleleaf would still be alive... or so Pigeonsong thought. She was very stubborn and unforgiving... that made it a lost battle for Snowfoot from the beginning. One cat, though, was a bit too entranced by her beauty to see her true personality though... Pigeonsong took advantage of him. This tom was the deputy of BirchClan, Redtalon; he was a few seasons older than her and had been a warrior while she was an apprentice, but that didn't matter to him. Pigeonsong soon covered herself up and became his mate, shortly after giving birth to two kits... and then, her father died. Stricken by the sudden loss, the she-cat went a little fuzzy in her head; suddenly, Pigeonsong was a nice, caring queen, and a lot of cats approved of her behavior... the ones who couldn't see that she had gone insane. The thoughts of the horrible note she and her father were stuck on forever had driven her out of her mind... she didn't even come to her senses when her mate proposed that they adopt a kittypet kit he had found just inside the border. So they did... and not two moons after that, news was brought to Pigeonsong that her daughter had fallen into the river and most-likely drowned. This snapped her out of the giggly, happy trance, but not out of her insanity. In fact, it intensified the insanity, and she became suspicious with the kittypet kit, who had sneaked out of camp with Stormkit to go to the river. When Suntail, Redtalon's mother was reported to be in a rabbit hole with a broken neck, having saved the little kittypet, Pigeonsong declared her suspicions confirmed and ended her relationship with Redtalon just before the kittypet's warrior ceremony. She pointed out that both of the deaths were linked to Shimmerpaw, the kittypet, and fed her son, Stormkit, later Stormpaw, horrible lies about the poor little she-cat. When Redtalon died of greencough the following leafbare, Pigeonsong was stricken by how much she realized he had loved her. Enough to put up with her moodswings, constant vicious complaints, and everything; it was even more terrible for her after she was made the new mentor for the kittypet, and she was determined to torture the little apprentice as much as she could, making her wait two moons longer than she should have to become a warrior. After the warrior ceremony, Pigeonsong crept out of camp, sobbing as she went to a bush loaded with bright red berries. "The kittypet has ruined me," she whispered, slowly picking three berries from the bush and setting them in front of her gently with her teeth so as to not get any juice on her tongue. Eyes stinging, she stared at the berries, and then shook her head. "No." her voice was firm. "I ruined me." bending her neck, she picked up the first berry and chewed it quickly, swallowing it as fast as she could and picking up the second one, determined to make it final. Swallowing that one, she slowly slid to the ground, her aged and scowling face lightening as the poison rapidly took effect, and the corners of her lips slid upward into a soft smile as the last, numb thought ran through her head. I'm finally free.
Mother appearance; Pigeonsong was most known for her stunning appearance. She strongly resembled her mother, Dappleleaf, but her fur was different, softer, creamier, and more feathery, much like her father's. She had patches of speckled brown, like her mother, and though there was very little, she had orange tabby markings between her eyes, which were cerulean like her mother's, the color of a morpho butterfly's wings. She was small with not-too-long legs and a slender build, although her fur made her look a nice weight. "I miss her a lot sometimes..."
Father; Redtalon could be considered quite unusual; it would depend on the view taken. If he were look at from one angle; as just an unlucky deputy who was deceived by the beauty of his mate and took sympathy on a starving kit, then he doesn't seem so abnormal; just prone to dramatic instances. However, if it's looked at closer, really looked into, any cat could see that he really isn't your average clan deputy. Redtalon's life was started off alright; A lot of cats put expectations to him that he met. Being just as good a fighter as his mother and having both his parents' good-looks was easy enough for him to pull off; one look from him could melt a she-cat's heart. Yet he only had eyes for one; A beautiful young she-cat who went by the name Pigeonsong. She had azure cerulean eyes that seemed to glow with a sad innocence, and soft feathery fur that made him just want to pause time and look at her forever. There was no doubt that she had other toms that liked her; and there was also no doubt that, no matter how good-looking or skilled at fighting he was, the she-cat was not interested in Redtalon. That was, until the day he was announced deputy. When he stood up, his eyes immediately traveled over the assembled crowd and met Pigeonsong's; There was interest gleaming in their depths, and though he could not see it, there was greed in them too. It wasn't true that the pretty brown and white she-cat had entirely taken after her father in personality; she just took her mother's worst trait. That was to be the best she could, and, Pigeonsong figured, what better way to do it then become the mate of the deputy? She knew he liked her, and even though Redtalon didn't know it, she started to use him. When he sorted her purposefully into the same patrol as himself, The she-cat pretended to trip and fall onto a bramble, twisting it sneakily around her leg in a way that it wouldn't hurt her. Redtalon, of course, taking any chance to win Pigeonsong's attention, jumped right to her side and ordered the rest of the patrol on while he promptly snapped the spiky tendril in several places so that it would easily fall from the she-cat's leg. Hopefully, he looked at the she-cat, and when he saw her smiling, he did something he didn't expect.
"Would you meet me here at moonhigh?" he asked before he could stop himself, and with a small, tinkling laugh that made Redtalon's eyes go dreamy, Pigeonsong gave him a stunning smile.
"Anything for the brave tom who stopped and helped me." then, like that, she was gone. Redtalon, who had snapped back to his senses, sped after her to rejoin the patrol; what was he doing, giving up the patrol just to talk to her?
A moon and a half after the incident, Pigeonsong found herself heavily pregnant with Redtalon's kits, and it didn't make her any less manipulative. Redtalon would eagerly run and do anything for her, and after the kits were born, he was completely certain that he had Pigeonsong's heart. A moon later, though, he found something that averted his attention from his love. On a border patrol that he led, he stumbled across a small, very skinny kit, swaying unsteadily on her paws as she blinked up at him with a startled expression. Of course, he hadn't expected his mother to agree with bringing it into the clan, but all that mattered to him was winning Pigeonsong's attention more; she seemed to had drifted slightly since the kits had been born. If he proved to her just how much he loved her, surely she'd refocus on him?
He couldn't have been more wrong. After the deaths of both his only daughter and mother had been linked to the little kitten he'd brought to the clan, both pointed out by Pigeonsong, Redtalon began to doubt she really loved him at all. Why would she get like that if she loved him? So he tested her just before the kitten, Shimmerkit's apprentice ceremony when she started to go on about how they wouldn't be so far apart had he not introduced Shimmerkit to clanlife. He knew she was only using him when she declared them no longer mates; but it left him terribly broken. Training Shimmerpaw didn't help; the little she-cat was glum and sad all the time, flinching and redoing everything after a quick 'sorry!'. Redtalon knew she blamed herself for all those deaths and the separation between him and Pigeonsong... he could see it in her eyes every time she looked up at him. In leafbare, however, he caught a severe case of greencough, and even though the medicine cat did all it could, he passed away peacefully in his sleep.
Father appearance; Redtalon is a large, long-haired dark ginger tom with very faint tabby markings along his body and on his face. His eyes are a dark golden color, much like Stormheart's.
Father's sister; Rosepaw was an odd, unpredictable she-cat that most cats agree was an entire mistake... the whole idea of her. To start it all, her mother, Suntail, had fallen in love with a rogue while she had a very loyal mate. That rogue happen to be Falcon, Rosepaw's father... Mudwhisker, the tom who was Suntail's mate at the time she was born, didn't know about Falcon until he looked at Rosepaw. She was a late-born kit... both of her parents were growing gray, and she knew very well that her mother would go straight to the elder's den after the nursery. Rosepaw didn't like her mother, but she loathed Mudwhisker. The tom was everything that Rosepaw came to despise; leaving Suntail because she had fallen for another tom without trying to work it out, like an unloyal, uncaring mate, her mother, basically neglecting her through her kithood, only letting her eat just enough to barely fill her stomach halfway... so she searched for attention elsewhere. Her much older brother(who she also despised for being the clan deputy and not using his power to get their mother to treat her properly) had had kits around the same time she was born... and one of them, Seakit, was a bit like her. Shunted aside by her bigger, more skilled brother, the tiny calico was just as bitter, angry, jealous, and rebellious. They met in secret most of the time, ranting to each other about their lives... being three moons older than Seakit, Rose became an apprentice first... but a different problem had recently burdened the apprentice's best friend. Her father and Rosepaw's brother had brought a kittypet to the clan, and now paid little to no attention to the small calico. Over two months' time, they devised a very clever plan to get back at the cats they hated the most. It all started with Seakit, who was admittedly the prettier of the two she-cats, who would bring Falcon to camp, scent disguised, where he took fresh-kill and finished Mudwhisker off for his daughter through Seakit's instruction. Rosepaw then rubbed her scent all over Mudwhisker, making it appear as if she had killed him and ran away to find her rogue father so that the clan wouldn't pursue her. Seakit was supposed to find some way to follow Rosepaw and still get at her enemies, who were Stormkit and Shimmerkit. When Seakit joined Rosepaw, they each gave each other warrior names. Seakit named Rosepaw Rosetail for the dark ginger tabby along her tail, and Rosetail called Seakit Seaflower, claiming that the calico was pretty enough to be one. Falcon kept his name as it was, saying that he wouldn't ever be a warrior.
Father's sister's appearance; Rosetail is a rather small, very skinny she-cat with thick cream-colored fur and light icy blue eyes. Her eyes are shaped like almonds, and have darker shades of blue streaking through the icy blue part like lightning, branching out to the nearly-black ring around all the color. Her tail is patterened like a raccoon's in dark, fiery reddish-ginger. There are fainter orange tabby markings around her eyes and her ears are a solid light ginger.
Sister; Seaflower was a very rebellious and bitter kitten, often snappy and angry rather than playful. She seemed much more mature and clever than your usual kit; part of it was from her secret best friend, Rosetail, who hated her entire family as well. Together, they spent a moon devising a plan for their escape from the clan, Rosetail an apprentice and Seaflower a kit. In the end, it appeared as if Rosetail had killed her mother's first mate and ran from the clan, and that Seaflower had drowned in the river when she purposefully fell in, drifting down to where Falcon(Rosetail's father) and Rosetail were waiting for her. A few sunrises later, they gave each other warrior names and still roam the forest as rouges, though quite a ways away from camp.
Sister's appearance; Seaflower is a small, slender calico she-cat with sea-green-blue eyes.

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(Oh, okay! Well then, can I reserve the spot for leader of BreezeClan?)

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((Reserved!))

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