Bios, Important.

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Alright.
I am really confused.
All of my cats and bios are gone and none of them are put into any of the lists.
The only cat that I have is Northstar...
That is the only cat that is put into the clan lists, where all of the accepted characters are supposed to be.
And made sleepingpaw for the shadowclan medicine cat...

[StarClan (Admin)]

You are completely right.

Also... I think someone deleted the Keeping Track board. ALL of the bios were on that board...and now it's gone.

We need to figure out what happened immediately and see if there is anyway we can get the bios back.

Hold on Nova, try to be patient but trust me, your not the only one upset about this.

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Name: Water
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: None

Appearance:
Water is a lovely white she-cat with the most soft fur that you could ever see. She takes care of it really well. She is a short furred even though she has the soft fur. She tends to spend her spare time taking care of it when she is bored. She is a quite small shecat. Her eyes are a lovely deep blue that stand out with care and gentle looks. She doesn't look like the rest of the loner cats in the family but she tends to leave that alone and ignore it.

Personality:
Water is a really soft and gentle cat. Even though she is regarded alot for being not part of the family because of her origience she is kind to her family and treats them with respect. She doesn't know how not to and so tends to be used by them alot to do things that don't need to be done. She is not the type of cat to steal or do bad things but if there is a hurt cat that needs her then she is there in a jiffy. She is also quite gullible when people tell her stuff and it frustrates her quite alot.

Water is very crafty for some reason with herbs. She knows how to use them and use them well. It almost feels like others are teaching her how to use them but she can't figure it out. She keeps that part of her under control and doesn't tell any of her siblings about it. She keeps to her self most of the time not bothering to bother her other HALF siblings with her being a burden. She is also quite sickly alot and so another reason as to why she is good with herbs.

History:
Water was not born to the shecat named Josta like the rest of the litter was. Water was born to a shecat named Kelsea. She was a white shecat. Like the others however she was born to the tom Rockstar. Kelsea died while giving birth and so Rockstar had to name her. He named her Brisk but she refused the name and felt apart from the other members of the family. She named herself Water to keep herself in the gang but to stay apart in respect that she is not part of the gang completely.


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My honorary name is
Heavenkit--> Heavenpaw--> Heavenslight-->
Heavenstar

I was born a
tomShe-cat

I am the age of
31 moons.

I serve my clan as a
kit--> Apprentice--> Warrior--> Medicine cat--> Deputy-->
Leader

My alliance is Thunderclan Riverclan Windclan Shadowclan

Description:
Heavenstar is a beautiful young she-cat that has snowy white fur that shows brightly in the sun, hence her original name, Heavenslight. She was a lovely shecat and caught all the other tom's eyes when she walked past them at gatherings. Non of them ever got close enough to her. Her fur is softer then a baby bird's down feathers. Her paws are light like a windclan cats paws should be. Her eyes are soft and gentle and can catch the heart of any cat. Hence part of why she was made leader, her kindness toward others. Heavenstar has moon blue eyes that also gave her her warrior name. Her legs are long and are fast. She is like a dream come true to her clan when he clan lost their leader Lilacstar and their deputy Rainspice! She has a velvety pinkish nose and long white whiskers. Heavenstar Sharpens her claws every day so that she is always prepared for a surpise attack. Her ears are tall and long and are able to hear things that alot of other cats do not. Heavenstar has a long tail behind her that waves as she walks. It also stands extremely high when she is giving orders. Her fur is short and soft. She is also a small lieth she-cat so she has a small strength problem on the battle field. That is where her brains and wisdom come into the picure.

Personality:
Heavenstar was chosen to be leader for her clan for many reasons. The main reason was because when there is a problem at hand she looks at all sides of the story. She is not only extremely beautiful but she is extremely bright and wize as well. You need help with something, she always knows the solution to the problem. She loves her clan with all her heart and spends most of her life being out of her den and out with the rest of her clan. Helping them out. She sometimes stay's in her den but rarely. She likes to go and visit the kits alot and watch the apprentice's train with their mentors. She will sit and listen to the elders tell stories and the warriors gossip. She tries not to spend a moment away from her clan. Although she is still mourning for her dear good leader and her dear friend Lilacstar's death of Greencough. The reason why no tom was able to get with her was because of her loyalty to the clan. The clan always came first before her and if she ever would have gotten a mate.

History:
Kit:
As a kit Heavenkit was born and grew up with Lilackit. She loved to hang around the confident you she-kit. It gave Heavenkit confidence. She also loved to go around the camp and see how many conversations she could strike up or how many stories she could get out of the elders. She was very out there and talkative to the many cats in Windclan. She was always submittive to the warriors and the other queens. She had also befriended Lilackit's brother Finalkit. He was one of her other best friends. She couldn't help but realize though the ambition that she could see in that cat's eyes. She wanted to be his friend but not fall into temptation.

Apprentice:
When she became an apprentice she was one of the most Lively cats there. She would hang out with Lilacpaw, Finalpaw, Fablepaw, and Mythpaw most of her and their free time. She loved to train with her mentor, sugarcoat, and she would work really hard to become a really great warrior some day. She hoped that one day she would truely be a noble cat. Well what she didn't know was that that was going to be really soon. Then Finalpaw came back to the camp one day with Littlewish's body in his mouth. Heavenpaw couldn't believe it.

Warrior:
Once she became a warrior Heavenslight was the happiest cat in the clans. She was ceremonied with Lilacwish and Finalblow and thier other siblings. Then Finalblow killed Brackenstar and That broke Heavenslight. She had grown fond of Finalblow. She knew that whatever had happened Finalblow had done it out of cold hearted blood. She would never forget that. Then When Batstar had chosen Lilacwish as the deputy, Heavenslight cheered wildly for her friend. She was glad that a good cat would be getting the position and not the cool hearted fool that she had found Finalblow to be. Then there was the attack and Heavenslight saw Finalblow kill Batstar. She couldn't believe it. She was almost heartbroken. She thought that the tom had killed enough already. Well that wasn't the end of it.

Once Finalblow was out of the way(by banishment) Lilacstar (now the leader of Windclan,) had chosen Rainspice to be the new deputy. She had not yet had an apprentice either, but Heavenslight supported it. Yet in her heart there was alittle bit of jealousy. Her friend had chosen Rainspice to be the new deputy and not her. Well that wasn't a problem but she had already had one apprentice, Littlewrath, but he had died on the night of his silent vigil durning a fox attack. Heavenslight would not take on another apprentice so she guessed that was probably why. She had failed with one apprentice so she would not be a good choice to take care of the clan. So she let her anger fly away and never retern.

Then the one day both Lilacstar and Rainspice disappeared. She didn't know why but they disappearated into thin air. She couldn't help but cry a couple nights later for her beloved friend. She Listened to the voices of the moonlite night and thought she heard Lilacstar's voice tell her to become leader. She ignored it. Lilacstar was alive. She would not think that the she-cat was dead. Then as the morning rose high above into the sky Icestorm yowled out loud piercing the morning silence. As Heavenslight walked out she saw a single star fall across the sky. It was so close to the earth that Heavenslight had to wince and turn her eyes away from the sight. That was how Starclan had told them to make her their leader.

Leader:
As leader she had to renounce lilacstar dead. She had seen the she-cat at her Leader ceremony. She had known that Lilacstar was dead she just didn't want to know that. She Also renounced Rainspice and Sleepingpaw dead as well for the young blind apprentice had died of greencough not shortly afterward.

Role Play Example:
Heavenslight stepped into the Moonpool area and looked down at the crystal clear water. She was amazed at how beautiful the pool was. She was about to become the leader of Windclan. That scard her. She missed Lilacstar and Rainspice. She hated the fact that she was here alone without anyone else to be with her. But she guessed that she would have to get used to that. Becomeing the leader ment that she would be more cut off from her clan then even a deputy would be. She wondered if it would be a lonely life.

She shook her head. Now was not the time to be thinking about the bad times. She had wanted to be a noble cat and now was her chance. Yet she was more afraid then she was excited. She had failed Littlewrath and now she would fail her entire clan. She shook her head and leaned down to touch the cool water with her nose. She fell into a deep sleep and woke up to see that she was in a beautiful clearing. Starclan cats surrounded her.

Batstar was there and Rainspice. Her mother silentrain, Sugarcoat her mentor were there. Sleepingpaw was there and so was Littlewrath. Her father Maroongem was there. Last but not least Lilacstar stood in front of her. Heavenslight stood shocked to see that her leader stood here tonight. She saw eight cats surrounding her. She wondered what they were going to do to give her her nine lives.

Batstar came up first. He gave her the life of Leadership. Then next Rainspice came over and gave her the life of slow anger and thought. Silentrain stepped up next and gave her the life of motherly love toward her clan. Sugarcoat raced over and shocked her violently giving her the life of mentorship to her clan. Sleepingpaw slowly and gracefully walked over and gave her the live to heal her clan and see the needs clearly. Littlewrath walked over and gave her the life of protection to her clan. Maroongem sighed and gave her the live of strangth and wisdom. Lastly Lilactstar walked over and gave her the life of Loyalty and had her promise to do what will be best for the clan and not herself.

"Why have you died Lilacstar? Why did you suddenly disappear?" Heavenslight asked but the starry she-cat looked at her sadly and padded away. Was she not allowed to speek to her or was she angree with her? Lilacstar shook her head. Suddenly she was confused. there was only eight cats. Wasn't she supposed to get nine?

Then the cats spread appart and revealed a young kit. She was white with cream colored spots and she had the most beautiful glowing green eyes. The kit walked up to Heavenslight and smiled.
"I am Moonkit. I am or was your sister and I would have grown by your side to become Moonlight. That was what Brackenstar was going to call me. But when I died he gave that name to you to honor me. Silentrain had asked him to give that name to you. Now that name is a memory. You will become Heavenstar from this moment on. I give you the life of Honor and resposiblity. I pray that you will use this life well in leading your new clan Heavenstar."
With that Heavenslight was now Heavenstar and she was the Leader of Windclan. The kit walked up to Heavenslight and gave her the last leader life. She expected it to be light because this was a kit. Yet this life was stronger then Silentrain's motherly life and Sugarcoat's Mentorship life. This life stripped Heavenslight of her old identity and gave her a new one. This one gave Heavenslight the new name Heavenstar.

Password:
Freshstart


Name:
Lavakit

Age:
5 moons

Gender:
Tom

Clan:
Shadowclan

Rank:
Kit becoming an apprentice.

Appearance:
Fur--
Lavakit's fur is a firy orange. No Orange can amount to this cat's pelt. It is bright and can easily be picked out in a crowd. His fur is groomed but only once every other sunrise. This tom's fur is quite soft despite that and has not yet lost all of his kit fur. He prides himself in his fur only because it keeps him seprate from the rest of the cats. It keeps him intimidating and noticable. His fur is short and sleek along his small shadowclan body. He might not be able to stand the feeling of the cruel leafbare yet but this tom will endure it. During leafbare his pelt gets thicker and less groomed even if he does groom it every day. His fur gets soaked in the wetness of water and he will not dry until half the day rolls by. During Newleaf when his pelt is groomable it is one of the most interesting pelts he knows and he sees.

Body Build--
Lavakit has a strong body build. A cat that cares more about fighting then anything keeps this cat strong. His shoulders are broad and tough. It almost makes him look like a decendant from Tigerstar of Shadowclan/Thunderclan. His tail is long and thin yet has strong muscles for such a young apprentice. His paws are large and just like the rest of his body is, strong. His face is Sharp and alittle bit intimidating to the kits and other apprentices at the gatherings. His eyes are a deep Crimson that only starclan knows what evil lurks behind them. They can look at a kit and chase it away easily. His teeth are sharp and purly white and his claws too are sharpened daily. He keeps them ready for any battle that can come. In his ear is a small nick from a time in his past with his father.

Personality:
Outside-- Lavakit is one hot tom! Anger and fear flow through his body. He throws his anger at everyone to tell him that he is wrong or do something that the tom doesn't like. Its like a curse that kills him slowly on the outside and the inside. He hates it when other cats tell him that what he did was wrong. It breaks him down hard even if no one knows this. Most other cats only see that pelt, scars, and anger of his late father and he wishes only to prove them wrong. He denys that fact that he is anything like his father, Sunfall. He wants to be the best but doesn't know how to do that so instead he gets angry. He doesn't know how else to act. When he is afraid he gets angry and panics but not with fear, with anger. He becomes dangerous and attacks full-heartedly intending to kill. He doesn't understand the concept of Love or Care. He yells at everyone no matter who they are. He is not afraid of no warrior or Leader. He stands up for what he believes in and will never back down, not even when PROVEN wrong. Lavakit is a determind cat. He will try over and over again until he has it perfict. He is very picky in how he does things. He wants to be the best. He is one of the biggest trouble makers you could ever ask for. He has been yelled at twice as many times as a kit then any normal kit.

Inside-- On the inside Lavakit is just a regular kit, yet he is controled and guided by Anger. His heart cries out for help even if he acts like he doesn't want it. He doesn't know how to ask for help even if he's seen everyone else do it. He often goes hunting or practicing by himself because he doesn't want to ask others to come with him. He is afriad they will turn him down. He often lets out what he feels only its almost always negative. Hardly ever is it positive. He may act like he hates going to the medicine cats den but often he will go when no one is looking or when the medicine cat comes to him. He may tell you that he is fine when in reality his heart aches to the breaking point. He hates the fact that when he is told to do something it is often punishment rather then reward and often it is in front of the whole clan. He would die to be more like the other cats in the clan but no one would care enough about him to make a difference.

Truth or Dare-- Lavakit is terribly afraid of rejection and failing. He hates the feeling when people tell him that he is wrong. It tells him that he can't do anything right and its all his father's fault. He is afraid that if he isn't tough enough he will never be accepted into the clan. He fears soft touch and a soft look in the eye and will automatically run away from it. He would rather take a beating or yelling more then the soft gentle talk that his mother often used with him before she died.

History:
Before birth-- Lavakit's mother was a she-cat named Snowpowder, and his father was a great orange cat named Sunfall. Snowpowder was a lovely snowy colored she-cat with the kindest heart before Sunfall came into her life. He cared for her and gave her everything that she wanted, especially the joy of becoming a mother. Yet what she didn't know was that the tom that she took as he mate was blood thirsty and wished to take the clan over. Try as he may to take the leader position underconver it didn't seem to be working. Finally Snowpowder had four kits all together.

Kitting-- Two toms and two she-kits. Two of them were tabbys, one was a bright orange like Sunfall and the last was a snowy white like Snowpowder. Snowpowder named the two toms and Sunfall named the two she-kits. Lavakit and Flarekit were the two toms and Sugarkit and Clearkit were the two she-kits[whom I will make after I am done with Crowfeather]. Lavakit was the youngest and the most trouble making like his father. His father imedeatly took a liking and an intrest in the young tom. He knew that he would be the perfect cat to take over the clan when he was done. Sunfall secretly took Lavakit out and made him practice fighting and hunting moves during the night while everyone slept. He worked the kit harder every night. The older Lavakit got the more hard the training became. Lavakit automatically became the strongest and the most trouble out of the litter. He had no fear of the older clanmates.

Suddenly Sunfall became more agressive toward his leader and tried to kill him yet again but this time in public where everyone could see. He had with him a small but strong gang of foxes that had followed him into the camp. As the clan fought the foxes Sunfall went and attacked the clan leader. He had almost succeeded before Lavakit and the rest of the bunch raced into the leaders den. Snowpowder had pleaded with the kits to hide in there from the foxes and so the did so. When they saw Sunfall Lavakit was the first to know what was going on and he attacked his father with all of the battle moves he was taught. Even though his father was a better fighter Lavakit managed to get some scratches on him. Yet Sunfall still won and as Sunfall was about to strike his son dead the leader killed him with one swift bite to the neck. Snowpowder died protecting the nursery and the elders in it and Lavakit spent most of his kithood mourning for the loss of his parents.

Other: Could the leader give Lavakit, Flarekit, Sugarkit, and Clearkit an apprentice ceremony when one more cats are made and two I make the other kits?

Password: Freshstart.

Picture:

Be warned this picture is from a different site that I posted him on.


Name: Rootbeer
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Loner
Rank: None

Appearance:
Rootbeer is a strong tom to be in the loner Pop family. His fur is a dark brown striped with black and finished with a white underside. His fur is short and soft but is a pain when it gets wet. His eyes are a handsom amber also showing that he is not a cat to mess with. He tends to practice fighting skills that he sees clan cats do during border partols near the Shadowclan and Thunderclan Border. He is a strong cat with wide spread shoulders alot like his father. His tail is long with a white tip at the very end.

Personality:
Rootbeer is a tom that you don't want to mess with. He gets angry easily and is really good at fighting. He makes more of an impression with fear instead of just talking it out. Spill blood now and ask questions later. One thing that you don't want to mess with is his family. You mess with them and you don't get out without being seriously hurt. He can't stand it when others mess with his family.

Other then his rough persona Rootbeer can also have a soft side. When it comes to his softer siblings he is always one of the first to be at their side. He hates it when they are sad and so he is always working on making them happy. He is not really one for making jokes and being funny but he has a soft voice under all of the tough act.

One thing about Rootbeer is that he can be very sacastic when he talks. He likes to talk when fights with other cats except when they make him mad. He hates the clans even though he loves to watch how their life progresses. He tends to watch the gatherings alot.

History:
Rootbeer was born to a dark brown tom named Rockstar and a beautiful tortie she-cat named Josta. Both cats are kittypets yet they gave to life a large family. The litter was given names from Soda pops from the Twoleg world. They decided that they didn't like the way of the kittypet and so they left and lived as loners. Rootbeer made himself out to be the strongest and one to protect the group. Especially the ones that actually need his help.





NORTHSTAR

Northlight | 45 moons | Tom | Windclan | Leader

"Take the path Less traveled, you'll be better off in the end."


Black and white tom with icy blue eyes.

Description:
Fur
Northstar is a black and white tom. His fur is soft and short and is always being cleaned. He hates it when his white fur is dirty and so cleans it quite often. On his chest there is a symbol of a star and so his name fits him quite nicely in multiple ways. When his fur gets wet all of Starclan falls to earth and fire burns the leaves. His fur gets heavy when wet and so it is avoided. He looked alot like his lovely mother, Blacksnow, and yet looks alot like his father, Whitefur, in body build.

Body build
When it comes to his body he is strong and almost just as big as his father when he was a full warrior. Yet he is smaller then him because his mother was a small shecat. He has square shoulders and long legs. His paws are very Skyclanish being that they are rough at the bottom and filled with lots of fur. He is really good at jumping making that another well known skyclan trait. He has really strong back legs making it easier for him to jump to very high places. His tail is longer then his body and filled with black and white spots. One thing that Northstar hates is when his tail drags on the floor. He can't help but avoid that as well.

Eyes and other Traits
On his back there is a long scar from when he protected his mother from a fox before she died. The wound only left a scar for him to regret and remember the day with. His eyes are a deep blue color that shimmer in the moonlit sky. His whiskers are long and thin. His claws are sharp and also long. They could pierce a pelt, one, two, three, if messed with. His teeth are quite white despite living in the wild.

Personality:
Outside
R.spectfu.L

Northstar is always respectful to his clan. He almost always listens to other cats' ideas and suggestions. He respects the other clans as well. He loves it when others give their own oppinions. He believes it's his right. Even apprentices. He respects elders and their hard work and he %100 follows the warriorcode. He follows Starclan to his death and will be happy to join them.
L.oya.L

Northstar is %100 Loyal to Starclan, Windclan, and the warriorcode. He is as loyal as you can get to a loyal cat. He cares too much for the clan of wind and so follows the code as much as possible. He tries very hard not to get into trouble with the other clans. On the other paw, he will do anything to keep his clan healthy. He is tough and will never tell a clan secret.
T.rustworth.Y

Northstar is very trustworthy to just about any cat/clan. If you need to tell him a secret or something important that you need to get off your chest he is your cat. If your clan needs help with sickness, fire, or an attack of any kind he will be there lickity split! But if what you have to tell him does bad for his clan or goes way way way out of the warriorcode, he will stop you and not be afraid to do what is nessisary to make it not happen.
T.ough and fir.M

Northstar is a tough cat when it comes to wrong doing. He hates it when cats do wrong. When wrong is done there is one of three sides that you will see. Water, Land, and desert. Soft and gentle makes what he calls his water side. His land side is what he challenges with, meaning he will ask questions to challenge the mind of the cat. His desert side is his firm and agressive side. If you see a really angry look on his face then you know you will see desert fall down to the dark forest. He will either talk firm to you or yell at you. He is not afraid to challenge any cat, even leaders. He also knows very well when to use each side and when to use another.
U.nderstandin.G

Northstar is an understanding cat. He understands when other are going through a hard time and will back off them for a while. He understands another cat's anger even the times that he doesn't like. He is very good at interpreting feelings of other cats. He understands wrong actions, sometimes even more then the wrong doer.
F.ai.R

Northstar is Fair. When bad things happen he gets both sides of the story. He gives fair punishments when they are needed. He listens to all oppinions and conciders them. He includes everyone except when he can't (ex. some need to stay in camp during a battle.) He listens to the WHOLE story. Everyone is equal in his eyes even if they do low things.
S.ill.Y

Northstar loves to make jokes and laugh! It is his favorite thing to do to make other cats smile. He can't stand it when cats are sad. If he had to 'accidentally' run himself into a tree he would have. Sometimes he just has to be sarcastic and say things that contridict another cat's thoughts just to be funny. He loves to sneek up on other cats to keep them on their toes and to have alittle play fight with them. Most of the time he has a good attitude.


Inside
N.ot perfec.T

Despite his "Perfect" outside, as some cats would describe, Northstar has many Flaws. Fear, Mistakes, Challenges. Northstar is a normal tom in a normal clan. When others call him "Perfect" Northstar flat out denys it.
S.ecret.S

Just like everyone Northstar has secrets. Not only his own, but others as well. Past happenings and current ambitions litter his mind and haunt his dream. If you knew this cat well you would know that he doesn't talk to anyone easily.
H.untin.G

Northstar was never very good at hunting and so hides it from everyone but his sister and old mentor. He will only go hunting if his sister comes along with him. Its not that he can't catch the prey by himself, the experience within itself almost feels like a battle field in his mind.
D.angerously smar.T

For some reason Northstar has unnatural knowledge. Almost as if Starclan gave him the gift when he was born. He kept it hidden from everyone thinking that someone might find it a bad oman for him. Sometimes he can go through strategies in his head within seconds. (sherlock homes if you aren't getting the point.) For NorthStar, this gift is dangerous and could get him killed by the other clans. On his part it is a very strong ability and could be used in a very bad way. The other clans may start thinking that he is plotting against the rest of the clans and starclan. Not even his parents, sister, or mentor know. His leader knew only because Northstar told him as he was an apprentice. He thought it to be an interesting quality that should be used in the right way.

History:
Before his-story
There was once a tom in Windclan that fell in Love with a loner she-cat. His name was whitefur and he was a snowy white tom with Amber eyes. He fell in love with a beautiful black and white she-cat named shade. He never thought that her name explained her look or her personality. Whitefur visited her every day for twon moons. He wasn't suspected at all. He was very good at keeping his exahstion and his 'hunting' Undercontrol. One night he found out that she was pregnant 8 sunrises after the last gathering. He was glad that he was going to be a father but that would mean having to be away from camp more.

He found himself staying away from shade more and more, and going on partols more and more. After awhile he became afraid and stopped visiting her all together. The night of the gathering while the leaders were debating about food, Whitefur came face to face with an angry shade. she was close to having her kits and angry as ever. He could see the hurt all over her, physical and emotional. That was the night that she kitted. The medicine cat and medicine cat apprentice of Thunderclan helpped. All of the gathering had to stop for this to happen. She had three kits. North, Cloud, and South.

Kithood
Once North was born his father brought them to an old foxhole. As he did he was silent. Shade too did not speek. North didn't know whether or not his father had actually told the clan that he was the father or he was just escorting out of his life forever. When he left North felt lonely for the very first time. He had liked all of the other eyes on him while he was at the gathering.

After a few sunrises of being in the hole at the edge of Windclan territory North's brother, Cloud, died from weakness. After that North and South became extremely sick. Shade ran out of milk for the kits to drink. For some reason North understood that his father was not coming back and he knew that his mother became sorrowful more each day. So North left home and started a small journey to the Windclan camp. He knew that they needed help even if it was from his father's clan.

After awhile North collapsed in front of a Windclan patrol. Whitefur was not on it. Yet a young brown apprentice named Falconpaw was. He was the cat who had seen him collapse in the first place. Him and the two other hunting warriors brought him back to the medicine cat's den. As the tom looked North over the kit explained about their current condition back at the old fox's den. The medicine cat recodnized him as he explained about the gathering and he mumbled something that North did not hear.

North, for once, was confused but he easily forgot it as he saw a fluffy white tail disappear around the corner of the den. His father had heard the whole conversation. The medicine cat also had noticed and had asked if North remembered him from the gathering night when he escorted him home. North lied and said no. The medicine cat looked disappointed or worried. It could have been both North realized.

After awhile shade and South also came to the medicine cat's den. For two moons the kits recovered and Shade as well. They stayed in the nursery for two more moons because of Leaf-bare. When the weather became warmer again Shade decided that it was time that she left Windclan and went back home to the old fox den. During their stay in Windclan North had noticed that Whitefur had become in love with a she-cat named Silverglow. North understood why Shade wanted to leave. North was happy to follow even if South was not.

They stayed on Windclan's border in the fox hole that they had lived in before. North all of a sudden felt very lonely. He missed the other two kits that he had played with and Falconpaw whom had visited him every day. After awhile North started to sneek out at night. He would walk the length of the Windclan border to the gathering place and back.

Shade noticed that he was getting more and more tired. She knew that something was wrong. She found him sneeking out one night and so she waited for him to return home. she stood in front of the den as he got home and she found out what he was doing. She knew that something had to be done before he got sick from staying up too late for too long. She brought her kits back to Windclan and endured the pain of once again seeing Whitefur with Silverglow. Whitefur seemed surprised. North and cloud became Northkit and Southkit. Shade became Blacksnow and she only stayed in the nursery. Northkit found that Falconpaw was now falconhunter.

Soon after joining Silverglow joined them in the nursery due to being heavy with kits. North was polite but he didn't like her very much. He was jealous.

Apprenticeship:
Upon being named Northpaw, Falconhunter became his mentor. Southpaw was being trained by Whitefur. She did not know that Whitefur was her father, but Northpaw did. Northpaw grew angry inside at his father. He did not show this anger to anyone but Falconhunter and Blacksnow. Both understood why. He did not care much about his father abandoning him, but more his mother and sister and dead brother. He often wondered if his dead younger brother went to Starclan because he was halfclan. Northpaw told Falconhunter many secrets that he could not even tell his mother.

Soon after Northpaw’s Third gathering as an apprentice Silverglow had three healthy kits. Freekit was the oldest and the smartest. Crimekit came next and he was tricky and strong. Butterflykit was the youngest and the weakest but she came through to be a sweet she-cat. They were different to Northpaw. He didn’t feel close to them. He felt separate from them. He knew they had done nothing wrong and they knew nothing of Whitefur’s past, but he hated them. While they were new born he was 8 moons old. To him they were just annoying. For some reason they found him more interesting then any cat in the clan and Northpaw Hated it. They would tackle his tail while he tried to nap. They would beg him to let them come out hunting. Crimekit would attack him out of no where and for some reason Northpaw never saw him coming. Northpaw couldn’t take it anymore! Then the rouges came from the mountains.

The rouges tried to take their territory many times and never succeeded. Northpaw fought them off almost every time there was a fight. He was strong and he was trusted by Whisperstar largely. One day while Falconhunter and Northpaw were hunting something happened. After he caught a mouse and two voles his memories blanked out and he didn’t remember anything from then till the night he woke in the medicine cat’s den the night before the next full moon gathering. All he knew when he woke up was that he was in the medicine cat’s den before the gathering, Whitefur was dead, Butterflykit was also in the medicine cat’s den, mute, and whenever he went out hunting it felt like a battle field. He couldn’t stand being out hunting in the forest without the feeling he was going to be attacked. Northpaw couldn’t figure out why. What had happened to him before the gathering? He only told Paintedpaw and Falconhunter. Neither of them told him what had happened but both sympathized about his incapability.

Closer then ever to being a warrior Northpaw tried hard to hunt. He would catch creatures here and there but would often have visions of battle during this. Sometimes it would be so bad that he would pass out only to find himself in the medicine cat’s den two or three days later. Rustleaf, the medicine cat knew exactly what was going on. He knew that Northpaw was having trouble with hunting and visions. He was a medicine cat and so was glad that he knew. He was also sympathetic to Northpaw and so he would try to help Northpaw by giving him hints about the visions and advice about the Hunting. Northpaw became a better hunter then he was after his wake up but he still wasn’t much better then the newer apprentices.

Even though he wasn’t much of a good hunter he was a great battle fighter. The last battle with the group of rouges he helped to send them running. He fought with the biggest and the strongest warrior of the rouges and he chased him off with his smarts. With this final battle Northpaw gained his warrior name. Although with this battle he lost his dearly beloved leader. He had fallen for her without even his own knowledge. Fallenstar became the new leader naming Falconhunter the new deputy.


Warriorlife:
Northlight came to love his new name very much. He treasured it and so would live up to it. He didn’t want his name to go to shame so he did whatever he could to live up to it. He always did what he was told by older warriors and couldn’t wait until he got his first apprentice to train. He just hoped that it wasn’t one of Whitefur’s other kits. Fallenstar also became fond of Northlight and so trusted him with all his lives. He would give him harder and more responsible tasks to do. He would send him to all the gatherings. He was almost like a senior warrior even though he wasn’t. He would give Fallenstar honest answers when it came to making decisions and they would work most of the time. Fallenstar and Falconhunter grew so fond of Northlight that he was given an apprentice very soon after becoming a warrior.

One moon after his naming ceremony Northlight got his first apprentice, though at first he was not happy about it. His new apprentice was Freepaw, Whitefur’s oldest kit. What had gotten into Fallenstar’s mind? Had the leader gone mad giving him one of Whitefur’s other kits? But Northlight was polite to Freepaw and showed no hostility toward him. Crimepaw became one of the other newer but older warriors named Pineshadow, whom was a really energetic cat. Butterflypaw was given to a she-cat named Clearsky, she was a noble and gentle warrior. She was perfect for the small frail she-cat to work with. Northlight told himself that he got lucky that it was the smart apprentice and not the really annoying energetic apprentice.

Northlight went to talk to Falconhunter about how he hated Fallenstar for giving Freepaw to him. Falconhunter was not happy and so scolded him telling him that it was the Windclan deputy’s idea. Northlight asked why and Falconhunter told him it was to help with getting rid of the hate for the kits and their father. Northlight was angry, but soon found that young Freepaw was a smart young apprentice who really made Northlight smile. Freepaw knew just what to say when times were hard and sad and he learned very quickly for his age and size. Northlight was impressed with him.

Though it still wasn’t enough to convince Northlight that Whitefur should be forgiven. He hoped greatly that Whitefur was judged by Starclan and that Whitefur looked down at him with shame knowing that he had hurt his family. Blacksnow was really proud of her son and daughter but knew that Northlight was having trouble training young Freepaw. She knew that Northlight thought a lot about his father and how cruel he was to the litter. So Blacksnow tried to do everything in her power to make him understand that hating his father would not help. She had forgiven the tom along time ago even though she knew that things with him would never be right again. That was his fault. But she tried harder then ever to soften his heart.

Finally Freepaw asked Northlight why he had the blue eyes that belonged to Whitefur the days before his death. Northlight answered him with the truth. He told him that Whitefur was his father too and what had happened at the time of his birth and upward. Freepaw was astonished at what he hurt but he was never mad at his mentor. He knew that there had been some type of connection between the two and so always wanted to be around Northlight. At this conversation Northlight grew softhearted for the young apprentices, but yet to care at all about Whitefur. He also found out that Butterflypaw had been told a message from Whitefur before the tom died. He had said “Two more will join you before you and flare would scar for moons to come.” Northlight had no idea what this had meant but he was now determined to find out.

He trained Freepaw hard from then on but the smart and strong apprentice did not mind for he had hoped for a challenging training from the very beginning. Northlight cared about Freepaw and so did everything in his power to make his a strong warrior. He also came to trust the young tom and would confide in him before he went to Falconhunter and Fallenstar. He had forgiven the two highly positioned cats and so came to realize that he wanted to be with them more and more with Freepaw with him every step of the way. Once Freepaw, Crimepaw, and Butterflypaw became warriors Northlight became lonely without a cat to train. Freefall, Crimeseeker, and Butterflywing had become fine warriors and so none of them really needed his help. Northlight hoped that soon he could get a new apprentice to train. But fate brought Northlight and Freefall together again. Freefall wanted more training from Northlight and wanted to be just as needed to the clan as Northlight was. Northlight agreed. He trained Freefall more but would keep so that they didn’t have sessions like the apprentices did. He would just take Freefall everywhere he went and Fallenstar let him.

Deputyship:
Then something horrible happened. A fight happened between Falconhunter and a rouge. Falconhunter lost his right, front leg in the fight and so had to move into the elders den. Fallenstar picked Northlight to be the new deputy of Windclan. Already Fallenstar had lost five lives in battles and to sickness. Northlight became afraid of this and became fearful of becoming the leader of all of Windclan, but he found comfort from within the clan. Southsea, Blacksnow, Freefall, Falconhunter, and even Silverglow supported him in this high position. Fallenstar taught him everything that he needed to know and even more. He knew that when it was time for him to be leader that he would be ready, but would he be ready to take the responsibility?

No longer was Northlight lonely and depressed because he didn’t have someone to share with but he now had the responsibility of the entire clan, under Fallenstar of coarse. He had many decisions and chores to perform and so it was impossible for him to feel lonely. Yet he also felt separated from the rest of his clan because he was in a higher position then them. He realized that soon he would become the leader and he would be more separated then even this.

It wasn’t long before Fallenstar used his last life on saving an apprentice named Shadowpaw from a badger that had wondered onto their territory. Northlight felt all the weight in the world fall on him in just about two heartbeats as he heard the young apprentice describe his death. He was now the leader of Windclan and he had to step up to the occasion. His clan needed him more now then ever in his lifetime.

Leadership Lives:
Blacksnow- Mother- Motherly Love
Whisperstar- Leader- Loyalty
Rustleaf- Medicine cat- Trust
Wrathpaw- Friend- Strength
Nightfall- Almost mate- Patience
Fallenstar- Leader- Knowledge
Cloud- Brother- Justice and Strong will
Snakehead- An Elder- Firm Hold on Ground
Whitefur- Father- Forgiveness


Activity:
Of coarse I plan on being active at least every other day!

Leader's Role:

• Deciding paths to lead the clan.
• Performing ceremonies.
• To take of the clan.



Northstar [NovaNebula]
Tom | 43 moons | blue | black and white | Intelligent | Silly | Tolerant


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Name:
Sleepingpaw

Medicine Cat Name:
Sleepingsky

Age:
8 moons

Gender:
Male or female

Clan:
Shadowclan

Position:
Medicine Cat Apprentice

Description:
Fur
Sleepingpaw's fur is an ashy blackish grey color. Her fur looks like it was thrown into a bunch of ashes after a forest fire. The ghostly look gives her the slivery effect. She looks alot like a cloudy night sky. The fur on her face, paws and tail is darker then on the rest of her body. The rest has alittle white tinting out of the background. Her fur is fluffy, though she doesn't like it that much. She wishes that her fur could be shorter so that she didn't have to clean it ALL the time.

Body
Sleepingpaw is actually a thin she-cat despite fluffy coat that she has on all the time. She likes to eat but for some reason she doesn't grow bigger. Well onto a brighter note, Her tail is long and fluffy. Almost like a feather that she can tickle other cats with. Her legs are short so she can't exactly run long distances without getting tired out. Her body is short and thin making her not the best warrior type.

Eyes and other
First things first. Sleepingpaw is completely blind in both eyes. She was born that way. Her eyes would look a beautiful amber but they look a yellow grey because of it. Her nose is completely black and abit squished up against her face. Her whiskers, however are longer then usual, better for sensing. Not to mention her other senses are very very sharp, due to the fact that she is blind. Her claws are sharp, but very short. Good for getting mosses and collecting other types of herbs.

Personality:
Outside
What is seen of the blind she-cat? Well First thing any cat would notice is that Sleepingpaw is very kind to every cat. She doesn't like to see any creature in pain, no matter if its physical pain or mental pain, Sleepingpaw is always there to help out. She is a very calm and down to earth medicine cat apprentice which is a good quality for her to have. She is very smart when it comes to herbs and wounds/sicknesses. Its almost like Starclan helps her out with the unknown matters. Speaking of Starclan, she has a strong connection to them. It shows in the way she does things. Like hearing and smelling. She is abit shy around other male apprentices and quite shy around other clans, though she does speak up and take charge when she needs to.

Inside
What is seriously going on in this little kitty's heart? Well not much but there is a little shame there. She thinks that she's not quite good enough to be a medicine cat or a warrior because of her eyes issue. She does think about it quite alot. Even though she knows when people mess up or try to be alittle [secretive] around her. On the outside she makes it look like shes all good and everything is ohkay and what not, but on the inside it really hurts and she takes it to heart alot. However no matter what anyone says she will not let anything cats say or do stop her from helping others. Just as she is shy, she is just as determined and so tends to think some crazy things at times.

Truth or Dare
 fear /fɪər/ [feer] 
–noun
1.a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid.

What is this sweet little she-cat afraid of? Absolutely nothing except for being high up off the ground. For example, if she were to stand up on a rock or climb up a tree she would be terrified. She hates not knowing what is around her or not being able to stand stably. Especially over water. She will not walk across a long is she knows that there is water below her. She isn't afraid of water, she just doesn't like getting wet.

History:
Before his-story
Blackrose was a beautiful, stubborn, black Shadowclan she-cat was newly named when she started to hang out with the young tom Swiftfoot. Blackrose thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Swiftfoot may have been fast but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Blackrose to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Blackrose was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.

So finally one night before a gathering Swiftfoot left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was at the gathering she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.

Its wasn't until a two moons later that Blackrose became pregnant. Blackrose was upset because she knew that soon she would have to go and sleep in the nursery instead of the warrior's den. She also didn't like the fact that soon she would be stuck in there for a long time taking care of some kittens. She knew that she was going to go insane if she was stuck in there the whole time.

Finally it was time for her to have her kits. She had three of them. Two toms and a she-cat. Two of them were black like Blackrose [the two toms] and the she-kit was a black with greyish white hairs almost over masking the black. The she-kit was named Sleepingkit because of her nightlike fur and later her blind eyes. The toms were Ravenkit and Maskkit named for their black fur. Though Maskkit was named for the black mask over his eyes.

Kitting
It took Sleepingkit the longest to open her eyes. Unlike her brothers who opened their eyes soon after birth. It took about two weeks for Sleepingkit to open hers. When she did open her eyes she was blind. This upset Blackrose very much. She wondered what she did wrong to deserve a blind kit. She adored the two toms even though she did try to leave the nursery quiet often. She left them with the other queens in the nursery. When she was in the nursery it took her alot of patience, that she didn't have, to feed Sleepingkit. She wondered what Sleepingkit would be when she was ready to become an apprentice. She didn't know.

Close to the age of 5 moons Sleepingkit was teased an awful lot by her brothers because she couldn't do things that the other kits and apprentices could do. She was the outcast of the litter. Though Sleepingkit didn't pay much attention to her brothers' foolish taunting. She spent most of her time exploring the medicine cat cave and asking Patchfur of the multiple herbs and dignoses.

One night Blackrose became very angry with Swiftfoot and so became angry with her kits. She was about to kill her daughter for being so useless but Ravenkit accidentally got in the way. The poor little tom died that night and sleepingkit had been by her brother's side as he slipped away. Blackrose was charged with murder and was to be banished and shunned by Shadowclan. The only one who didn't was Swiftfoot. That night sleepingkit had fallen asleep by another mother's side but in the morning she was sleeping by the medicine cat cave. Patchfur took this to be a sign from Starclan to allow her to become a medicine cat apprentice. Once Sleepingkit and Maskkit were of age, she became a medicine cat apprentice and Maskkit became a warrior apprentice.

Apprenticeship
Not much happened other then her father, Swiftfoot, died in a battle against Thunderclan and Her mother became very depressed. She wouldn't eat and so she died soon after. Sleepingpaw decided not to dewell on death but on life.


Name:
Maskpaw

Age:
8 moons

Gender:
Tom

Rank:
Apprentice

Clan:
Shadowclan

Description:
Fur
Maskpaw doesn't look much like his sister. Most of his fur is a dirty white color that is always messy and he can't seem to keep it clean. His ears, tail tip, paws, and face are a dark ashy brown compared to the rest of his fur. Like his sister his fur is very long and he hates it. He hates his fur because it always gets in the way of his training and it drives him nuts. Plus its always getting dirty. He wishes with all his heart that he could just cut it all off. If Starclan could give him one big wish then that would be it. To have short, easy to take care of fur.

Body Build
Unlike Sleepingpaw, Maskpaw is a larger cat like his mother, Blackrose. Even though his legs are quite short his strength is quite over average. His muscles can be seen in his legs and shoulders quite nicely. His tail and neck are also quite short in size but his neck is great in strength.

Eyes and other
The facial features of Maskpaw are quite simple. His nose is black, his whiskers are white, What more is there? Well the dark fur on his face is one of the reasons why his name is Maskpaw. although his eyes are a bright blue making them quite easy to spot in a 50 mile radius. He wishes they were a darker color but he does not despise them as much as his fur.

Personality:
Outside
What can you expect from the brother of one of the sweetest apprentices in the clan. Calm and happy right? Wrong. First things first, Maskpaw is one of the most Serious tom in the clan. He never really has a smile on his face. But when he does its because he's told to. Alot of times before he does something he thinks through the process first. He does that alot. He smart but obviously not smart enough.

While this young tom is smart at some things he is Naive in whom his friends should be. Maskpaw looks up to an older apprentice that goes by the name of Falconpaw. This cat is selfish and does alot of smooth talking, so its not that hard for Maskpaw to be sucked into Falconpaw's doings. Thinking of Falconpaw almost as an older brother or even his mentor, Maskpaw tends to follow Falconpaw around and watch his every doing. He knows that Sleepingpaw doesn't like Falconpaw but he only thinks that the she cat is jealous because Falconpaw has all of Maskpaw's time.

Being hurt by his mother's betrayal, Maskpaw doesn't talk much and so is quiet unless spoken to. He thinks alittle bit too much for his own good and so often is about to diverge plans during battles and hunting patrols. You would think that the cat like Falconpaw would try to take over the clans, but there is a huge possiblity that Maskpaw could be the type of cat to kill without care.

Inside
On the inside all of what Maskpaw used to represent is dieing. There are things about this tom that completely separates him from his sister Sleepingpaw. One is that truly in his heart he really hates her and would rather be with others cats that he absolutely doesn't like either. He doesn't really care much for his clan or any other clan either. He doesn't know this yet of coarse. He thinks that he is a rather loyal tom and would be loyal to it for the rest of his life.

When he follows Falconpaw around he rather takes in the tom's tricks and abilities as well as do the older tom's every wim. He is quite observing in this way, for you cannot sneak up on Maskpaw even if it looks like he's sleeping. If you try to sneak out during the night you will get caught. If you try to attack him while he's Asleep or from behind, he'll be ready. Often while he is alone or just sitting with Falconpaw while he talks to others he will make new battle moves in his head.

Truth or Dare
Again it all comes down to fear. What is Maskpaw afraid of? He's afraid of cats in particular. He's afriad that if he gets too close to someone who actually cares about him, he'll hurt them like his mother almost did to Sleepingpaw and like she really did to his one and only brother. He hates the empty feeling he has of being without his older brother, which is probably why he submits himself to Falconpaw and allows his to take over his feelings and life.

History:
Before his-story
Blackrose was a beautiful, stubborn, black Shadowclan she-cat was newly named when she started to hang out with the young tom Swiftfoot. Blackrose thought of herself as a best friend to him but gradually over time the tom found that he loved her. Now Swiftfoot may have been fast but he was one quiet and almost shy tom. He didn't know what would happen if he asked Blackrose to be his mate. He loved her but he didn't think that she loved him back. However on the other side of things, Blackrose was just waiting for him to ask her. She loved him also but she too didn't know how to say it without him thinking of it as too weird.

So finally one night before a gathering Swiftfoot left some wild roses that he found next to her nest. While he was at the gathering she found them and she just knew that they were for her. So when they got back there was a moment of silence before they both confessed their love for one another.

Its wasn't until a two moons later that Blackrose became pregnant. Blackrose was upset because she knew that soon she would have to go and sleep in the nursery instead of the warrior's den. She also didn't like the fact that soon she would be stuck in there for a long time taking care of some kittens. She knew that she was going to go insane if she was stuck in there the whole time.

Finally it was time for her to have her kits. She had three of them. Two toms and a she-cat. Two of them were black like Blackrose [the two toms] and the she-kit was a black with greyish white hairs almost over masking the black. The she-kit was named Sleepingkit because of her nightlike fur and later her blind eyes. The toms were Ravenkit, named for his black fur and Maskkit, named for his white fur with black muzzle.

Kitting
Often feeling his mother's attention and love, Maskkit was a good natured tom that always thought through his doings. He loved his brother Ravenkit and looked up to him because he was the oldest and the funnest. Sleepingkit always slowed them down so he never really thought of her. She would follow or she would not and that was that.

Later Ravenkit would tease Sleepingkit an awful lot and so Maskpaw would tease her as well. He didn't know why he followed his brother everywhere or why he did everything his brother told him to do, he just did. Finally Maskkit started to think for himself and he would go off and hang out with the older cats. However, he still looked up to Ravenkit and always would, because Ravenkit was his brother and he cared for that tom like no other.

When Blackrose had killed Ravenkit because of something that Swiftfoot had done, Maskkit became horrified and so therefore blamed it all on Sleepingkit. He blamed it on Sleepingkit because it was Sleepingkit that Blackrose had wanted to strike, not Ravenkit. He hated the she-cat for not being the kit to die by their mother's claws. He couldn't believe that Ravenkit was actually gone. It was around that time that he had actually started following Falconpaw around. This was also the time when his heart and personality started to die. No longer did he have much emotions or care but he did like to follow Falconpaw around.

Apprenticeship
When He became an apprentice and his father died, Maskpaw didn't really care. He decided that his father didn't do much for him so it wasn't worth crying over him.

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Name: Silverrose

Clan: Riverclan

Age: 18 moons

Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-Cat

Physical Description: Silverrose has a dappled tortoiseshell pelt with tangerine orange and cinnamon hazel splotches organized neatly at opposite sides. Her fur has a snow white basis and it darkens as it reaches her extremities. She has gleaming green eyes and brunette narrow stripes that elegantly form around them. She has a sleek body and slender legs and tail.

Picture: [x]

Personality: Behind the thick shy surface that covers her, Silverrose has a kind hearted personality. She is outstanding among other cats thanks to her intelligence. She’s fiercely loyal to her clan and can be humorous with only the ones she can trust. But she has a sharp tongue that’s deadly with the others she hates. Thought she’s nice, Silverrose tries to show a harsh and haughty personality so she can earn respect. She can be double faced with the cats she may call as, “filthy”, and quite stubborn as well. She’s always willing to listen others, but she’d rather do things her own way. But between all her defects, Silverrose is sweet and she’s always eager to give a paw to needed cats.

History: Silverrose has a partly happy past that has darkened as time proceeded, turning to a hazel memory few have lived. As a kit, she lived on the riverbank of a farway waterfall. Se hardily knew her father, so she was raised by her mother’s family. Always a playful and smart kitten, her aunts and uncles loved her. She was a model for her smaller cousins as well. But their happiness fell in the darkness and shadows covered their pelts when one of the most important members of their family got badly sick. It was Silver’s grandmother. The elders of the family concentrated on taking care of her, evading their kits. Everyday, they fell into a deep and languishing chasm with few hopes of rising up again. Time advanced, and Silver and her cousins grew with it. Decided to avoid the sorrow they were licing in, they took a long journey, every cat scattered in different parts of the world. Silver’s two little cousins (who where siblings) became kittypets. Her smaller cousin lived as a loner, while her oldest cousin was killed by a Twoleg monster. Alone and doubtful, Silver started to wander aimlessly in search for a home. She finally reached the forest of the clans and she joined Thunderclan. Silver earned her name, Silverrose, and soon became a worthy and outstanding warrior. But her family’s agony still spooks her thoughts.

Mother’s name: Dancingwing: silver tortoise shell she-cat with sapphire eyes.

Picture: [x]

Father’s name: Almondstreak: smokey black tom with olive eyes

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Family:

Grandmother: Dapplelily (beautiful frosty white she-cat with green eyes)

Grandfather: Cederfur (black tom with blue eyes)

Cousins:

• Tornbreeze (tabby tom with hazel eyes, sibling with Blackstripe, actual kittypet)
• Blackstripe (gray tom with hazel eyes, sibling with Tornbreeze, actual kittypet)
• Specklemoon (tortoiseshell she-cat with hazel eyes, killed by a Twoleg monster)
• Greenhawk (somali tom with green eyes, actual loner)

Aunts and Uncles:
• Zebrarose (calico she-cat with yellow eyes, mother of Tornbreeze and Blackstripe)
• Oakclaw (bengal tom with dark brown eyes, father of Specklemoon)
• Flashtalon (bombay tom with glossy black pelt and hazel eyes, father of Tornbreeze and Blackstripe. Thought his not a blood member of Silverrose’s family, his part of it)

Timberkit
[Hopeless dreams wander along the streams]
[In the empty space between better and worse, Language unravels and irony hurts]


Age
{6 moons}
Gender
{Tom}
Clan
{Rogue || Kittypet || ShadowClan || WindClan || ThunderClan || RiverClan}
Rank
{Kit}

Exterior.

Summery
{Horrible mottled tom with emerald eyes.}
Pelt
{Like many tabbies, Timberkit has a sprinkled keister with a base tawny pelt. Several flecks overwhelm his jacket, molding aberrant smudges that make him look rather deviant. His pelt is thicker than any of any kit his age, augmenting his irregularity. When it’s wet, it disseminates through his extremities and reduces the abnormality of his coat. That is why Timberkit always prefers to be wet or in the river, so his brimming hair does not propagates. Because the splotches on his scandalmonger jacket look like stains, he looks like a Burmese cat, probably even a main coon cat, who's pelt is always replete. Timberkit, in spite of his gender, becomes very impertinent when it comes to his hair. But he can't do anything about it. It was in his genes to be born that way. Not only does it disturb him when he attempts to hunt, or when he wanted to play with kits in the nursery, but it was a subject of constant mockeries from his playmates. And Timberkit's self-esteem has never been high enough to tolerate such affairs. Bearing in mind that his hair is fluffy, the tarnishes in his pelt form macabre shapes that have been rumored to be a gift from the Devil to the kitten. From the Devil or not, they still make Timberkit appear horrendous. So yeah, Timberkit does not have a pretty jacket.}
Eye
{Eyes? I guess you could call them that. However, what are them? Eyes are the organ of sight, in vertebrates typically one of a pair of spherical bodies contained in an orbit of the skull and in humans appearing externally as a dense, white, curved membrane, or sclerotic, surrounding a circular, colored portion, or iris, that is covered by a clear, curved membrane, or cornea, and in the center of which is an opening, or pupil, through which light passes to the retina. Yeap, then the pair of orbs in Timberkit's forehead must be his eyes. But they don't look like eyes. They are a pair of nefarious some-what twinkling gyres that cover his forehead. The eyes of many warriors, apprentices, and even kits, are not a pleasant sight, for they hide secrets and have a complexity like no other. But Timberkit's eyes don't even manage to be that complex. They are the simplest things a vertebrate can have. Flies probably even have prettier eyes than him, maybe even bigger. Because he is so timid, his eyes are always narrowed in utter fright. If you manage to discern the color of his eyes, they are green. Sort of. Malachite maybe, the pigment of copper carbonate. His eyes probably also look as dark and petulant as the carbonate mineral when it is burned. So, Timberkit's eyes are not a big deal either; the opposite actually. They are simply gruesome.}
Body
{Not pretty eyes and not a pretty pelt. Few could bear it. So you'd expect StarClan to make Timberkit's anatomy athletic and robust. Wrong. This kit has the weakest and inconceivable body any cat could have. It is just sad. He is six moons old and kittens at his age are at least, twenty inches big, usually even bigger. But he isn't that big. He is tiny, maybe fifteen or sixteen inches tall. His mother never feed him when he was born, making him have the most unsubstantial bones a kit could have. His legs are short and, when you think he must have a beauteous side, he has a twisted tail. It was probably once long, but because of a deformation in his mother's ovary, it never had the opportunity to extend. So instead, it distorted. Yeah, yet again, his body is hideous.}
Special
{Actually, Timberkit has nothing special at all. The only thing outstanding from this kit is how disgusting his physical appearance is. He's probably an ugly duckling that will become pretty when he grows up. But you can never tell. During his last six months of surveillance, he has just shown signs of being ugly.}

Interior.

Summery
{Bashful, timid, but good hearted. Sounds familiar?}
Positive
{Timberkit's appearance deceives his personality. At least some part of it. StarClan gave the poor kitten a chance and, in spite of making him ugly, they made him smart. More than smart, Timberkit is a prodigy. He has the most acute and unambiguous memory no other rogue, ShadowClanner, WindClanner, or RiverClanner has ever had. Once his eyes (or the unknown objects on his forehead) perceive a foresight, his mind emulates an exact cognizance of the vision. Not only visual, but also his hearing or audition sound perception is conspicuous. His mind repeats what he saw and what he heard with not a single flaw. Let’s don’t forget his ability to sense the weakest points in an opponent’s body. His bantam sized eyes are probably only useful for this feature. Because they are always constricted, they only manage to focus on one exact point. If they stare at another cat for quite a long time, they can accumulate the physical stats of the creature. So, if Timberkit, had a sinewy body, he’d be a distinguished fighter. Now, StarClan felt so much pity for this individual, they gave him a subsidy. In literature, it’s a personification. It may sound impossible; so impossible nobody alive knows, and anybody who would listen wouldn’t believe. To cease your anguish and confusion, Timberkit happens to understand English. Not only does he talk cat language, he can comprehend humans when they speak. He only knows humans that speak English, therefore making him an English speaker. But if he was adopted by a Spanish or Dutch family, it is his tendency and ability to learn those languages, even more. He can not speak however, but that does not stop him from conceiving it. Overall, this little fella, in spite of his pathetic, rueful, and bloodcurdling appearance, is smarter than any creature alive, maybe smarter than humans. }
Negative
{So what’s wrong about being super smart? Many wish they had his wits. Many envy him. Or at least, they would, if they knew he was that smart. Tragically, Timberkit has a massive defect he has not been able to get rid of. Well, he can’t be blamed. With all his previous experience, nobody would have been able to have self esteem. Timberkit’s negative sides are that he has insecure and things of himself as nothing. He has been called filthy disgrace and lurid monster more than twice. What else could a he think of himself? He loathes every portion of his body and his mind, for being so grim. Even though others reject him, he is so innocent (and yet, so stupid), he admires them and shames himself for tormenting them with his presence. He has only been criticized and degraded, so sharply it came to a point when he has become a masochist. He sometimes hurt himself, yet the damage he impinges himself physically is grander than the bruises in his body. It is not a sexual pleasure, such as the word implies, but it is more of a gratifying pleasure. It is an over-development for a creature his age to feel such desires, but his life history could not intimate another disquietude that could possibly be less complex. I add, yet again, another personification to this character, and ironically, I also augment his complexity. Now we conclude that this tom, after being horrible, is a masochist. StarClan, have mercy!}
Likes and Dislikes
{There are not much things Timberkit likes. The thing he dislikes the most is he.}

History.

Story
{I never really knew how fate could claw at a cat so cruelly until I met Timberkit. My name is Twilightrose, and I was a warrior of ShadowClan. I was fast and agile, fleet and cunning. Eventually, I became part of StarClan, after I was killed by a disease many others in my clan could not bear. My leader, Hollystar, was also afflicted by it. The medicine cats were the only ones that survived for, as the legend says, they were grazed by StarClan and had a guaranteed life. They called it the ‘Black Death’ period, in the one more than one third of our population died. Before it had pertained my clan, I was a very blissful cat. My happiness did not decrease or increased when I became a StarClanner. Only as a spirit was I able to witness how our ancestors took care of us. The topic was fairly amusing, yet became boring, as the clans have not been more than war and violence.

However, one mignight, I still recall who said it. Bayou was his name. He had previously served RiverClan and had been their leader, but his name had been reduced to something more recognizable. My brother knew him and the tales of estimation and regard he felt for him could not have been more satisfying. During these epochs of vehemency on Earth between the clans, Bayou had constantly been deranged and perturbed. No one really knew why. He had power like few had, as a RiverClanner and even as a StarClanner. Even after he preished, I still saw many RiverClanners following his prophecies and quoting his aphorisms. I was always astounded by the impressive sovereignty that tom had. I still am. Apart from poignant, he was wise. Once the clans' rigor came to a critic point, he came up with a plan. It was clear he had a plan for he went inside his designated den and did not come out months later. By the time he had proposed his modus operandi, few could bear the curiosity. Brief were them, yet his words are still burned in my head:

'The clans, as you have already vouched, have not ceased their infantile and hebetudinous quarrels. No warrior has proved to be worthy or at least to have a benevolent heart. I can not recall the last time we have seen a cat with such characteristics [murmurs of agreement from the audience]. I admit with much dishonor and reproach that not even RiverClan has been able to do such things. Any cat who has is currently in our realms. Yet I believe that somebody like that can help to end these problems. Any clan who proves itself worthy will be treasured and blessed by us for an eternity, unless its value is demeaned. [expectation from the audience]. To recapitulate my idea, I will therefore go straight to the point. To prove which clan is worthy, we will give them a test. We will let the most unfortunate and horrible kit cascade upon them. He will be vulnerable and will have no home or identity. Only a clan merciful enough to accept him will accept him. Those who reject him will be given unfortune misery [surprise and admiration from the audience]. However, there is something about this kit that is special.
When he is welcomed in a clan, he will give the clan bad luck. Bad luck for a month. If the clan bears him that long, good luck will then be given to the clan. The kit will never be in turmoil for we will take care of him. But we will take care of those below if they take care of him.'

Everybody was speechless. I did not know what to say. Some did not agree. Others gawked, groveled, and stared at the great former leader. But at the end, many disagreed, and democracy won. Yet Bayou had predicted that. He had already taken his plan in action. When we heard the news, most cats stirred it rage. But they could do nothing, for the kit Bayou had mentioned had already been living with the Twolegs. He had also given him a name so his life wasn't so miserable. Timberkit, it was. Until then, we could do nothing else but wait for a clan to accept Timberkit.

Recently, our hopes are lost. Timberkit has been a member of all clans and none have the characteristics Bayou had been seeking. All the clans have treated him with repugnance. We don't have much hope that he will belong in RiverClan, for it is not very different from the other clans. If RiverClan fails our test (which is most likely), Bayou has decided to let the kit join us. But he knows the discontent and disappointment we will all feel after we've witnessed how mortal the cats from below us. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somebody will accept Timberkit.}
Birth
{I really don't know how Timberkit was born. All I know is that when a rogue she-cat became pregnant, Bayou determined her kit's destiny and appearance. I did not know much of his past before Bayou introduced his idea to us. I understand that, after he was born almost deformed, the rogues deserted him, yet about his life as a kittypet, I do not know.}
Dreams
{Timberkit has few ambitions. The path of life has only shown him that he has no place in the world. For being such a small kit, his criteria flourished during his experiences, and he knows life is unfair. However, he dreams of having a friend, or a mother, somebody that can nurture him and return him all the happiness that was deprived from him. Will it ever happen? We do not know. He is a test nobody in the forest has been able to pass.}

Other.

Picture
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Author's note
{He's number one on my list of favourite kitties. He's my sweet darling so y'all be nice to him!}


Name: Pantherpaw

Age: 7 & 1/2 moons

Alliance: Shadowclan

Rank: Apprentice

Gender: Tom

Appearance: Pantherpaw, when compared to most apprentices, is simply massive. At this time, he even looks a bit chubby, because he still has to outgrow some of his baby flab. However, he has a very steady structure, and promises to be a powerful cat in the future. His paws are oddly big, and at the moment they look downright gangly, making him look akward. His pelt is black, so black that in the right light it seems to have a blue sheen. His eyes glitter a crimson red color. Sometimes it can be very unnerving to have this apprentice stare at you, especially at night, when his body seems to dissaper, and all you can see are his eyes.

Pantherpaw's tail is very long, and prehaps the most graceful part of his whole boy. It is thin, and the fur thins out along its length. The downfall of Pantherpaw's size is that it will make it more difficult for him to hunt for prey in the future, for he will have to be much softer on his paws then most cats. The advantage to his size, however, is that he promises to be a strong fighter.

Picture: N/A

Personality: Pantherpaw, in a word, is very introverted. Its very difficult to crack him open and see what he is thinking. He never wears his 'heart on his sleeve'. Many cats believe him to be arrogant, for when bothered he can be very cold. However, the truth is, Pantherpaw just prefers to keep to himself. Why give other's the chance to exploit a weakness? If he doesn't show his mental state, then no one can blame him for it. And if he doesn't speak up, he can't get in trouble.

However, actions speak louder then words, and Pantherpaw often breaks rules. He leaves camp many times at night, simply to explore, and perhaps hunt a bit. He also loves to 'play hunt' with already killed freshkill, an act many times preformed by kits. Sometimes he will ambush an ally apprentice, or maybe even a warrior, just for the sheer fun of it. All in All, Pantherpaw is a little apathetic, introverted, trouble-maker.

History: Pantherpaw's history has been a rather dull one. He was born to a queen within Shadowclan camp, and when he was old enough to be by himself, she left the nursery, and returned to her own warrior duties. He doesn't know, nor care, who his father is. Perhaps its a warrior in the clan, perhaps its not, his mother never saw fit to share this piece of information with him. When Pantherpaw was a kit, many cats believe that something was wrong with him, because of his larger-then-normal paws. As he grew, however, they soon learned that he was big in general, and they now know that he will eventually grow into himself.

When Pantherkit became 6 moons old, only 1 and a half moons ago, he was given his name of Pantherpaw. Now he trains as an apprentice.

The only exciting thing that happened to him was when he was about 5 moons old. He and an apprentice got into a fight, which ended with the two moving out of camp, and thus, getting attacked by a badger. Pantherpaw, at this age, had never seen such a creature, and was for the first time in his life, severely frightened. The apprentice he had been arguing with told him to get back to camp, and get help. However, Pantherpaw was frozen in fear, and because of his unwillingness to act, watched as a clanmate was struck down.

He thinks about the moment often now, and has never ceased blaming himself.

ICC:

((He is still Pantherkit Here.))

~It was dark, nearly the full moon, the time when the warriors of his clan would leave for the gathering. It made him angry to think about it, seeing as he would not be going. Sure, he knew that he was not yet old enough, and that his time would come, but still. He couldn't stand the apprentice's smug looks they gave him as they passed, whispering in eachother's ears. Pantherkit knew he was strong, that he could make the journey, so why couldn't he go??

He sat pondering, sulking, in the mouth of the nursery. His long tail flicked back and forth in the dirt beneath him, and every now and then he would let out a small growl. What did they see him as, some helpless kit? He would be an apprentice in a moon, just one moon! It was hardly a chunk in time. Why couldn't they just let him go now, and be over with it?

Pantherkit's musings were interrupted by a slight shadow that fell over him, and the black-pelted kit looked up, straight into the eyes of one of the older apprentices of Shadowclan. There was a sneer on the other cat's face, and Pantherpaw stiffened. He knew this would lead to no good.

"Whats wrong, Pantherkit? Sad because you can't come to the gathering too? Why, Panther, don't you know? You'll never be able to go! Your so...so weird looking! What with those big old paws and all. Our good old leader isn't going to want someone like you around, making out clan look bad!" The apprentice chuckled, and moved away, his head and tail held high. And before he knew it, Pantherkit had launched himself at the other cat, small claws unsheathed.

In a split second, the two were locked in a rolling conflict. There fight led them out of there camp, but neither noticed. Pantherkit was too busy trying to claw the face of his supposed enemy, and the apprentice was too busy defending himself. "You crazy kit! Let go of..." The apprentice stopped suddenly, as did Pantherkit, for they had both heard the same noise. A growl. And it did not have the gruffness of any cat they knew.

They leaped apart, spinning around, coming face to face with a disgusting looking creature. "Badger!" Yelled the apprentice, his eyes going wide. "Pantherkit! Go get help!" He continued to yowl, before suddenly throwing himself at the badger, trying to give the kit time. But Pantherkit was frozen with fear and shock, and could do nothing but stare at the black and gray creature as it attacked the apprentice.

The young kit couldn't find the strength to move until the badger cut down the apprentice, leaving him bloodied on the ground, and turned to move on to the kit. As Pantherkit raced back to camp, the image of the apprentice burned in his mind.

What had he done?


. shatteredpaw .
"turning away never helps, you have to face your regrets."

Age

seven moons

Gender

female

Clan

WindClan

Rank

apprentice


Exterior.

Summary

Echoing memories, catching those in her gaze in a trance. Mesmerized, hypnotized, falling into an eternity of understanding, of curiosity. Laughing and dancing, whirling in circles. Deep, light blue, stronger than the sun's reflection on water. Sky's reflection on a lake, all poured into one tiny kitten's eyes, swirling and turning with the sun's angle. Bright and young, interested and curious, hopeful and trusting. Catch everything yet nothing, seeing more than most but less than many. Dancing and glittering within themselves, smiling sweetly and pulling many into a stare, a helpless circle of admiration. Smirking and closing in a secondlong blink, but long enough to break away. Softening and hardening when necessary, but always keeping the playful tone.
[/the eyes]

Sighing frown within pearly white teeth, kept clean by active pink tongue. Sarcastic light pink nose rests upon white smile, bridged to the left and right by darker hues. Left side protected by dark gray, pausing at the tip of the eye and wondering if it should intrude. Refusing, backing away from the center where the orange takes over, it's a shadow or a mirror, whichever would be preferred to be seen by. Eyeroll at the obtrusive orange, claiming her ear instead of letting the default white take it over. Gray hesitates, only taking the lower half and allowing its superior to take the tip. Overcautious white fur blocked the clean pink interior of the ear and hissed in frustration at the white attempting to spill into the eardrums. White chin hosts creative verbs, scolding the children known as her ear and fur.
[/the face]

Soft, fluffy white belly holds frequent laughter, sharing elder's tales with her sisters the legs. All four display trademark white, tipped with matching lightness for the claws. White chest supports a friendly heart, filling her entire body with warmth. Tail's bottom coated in the white, overpainted with black and an orange tip. Further up the back orange marks a border between white and black, then is cut off abruptly in an unwelcome white invasion. Black fights back, taking the place of the orange while it recovers just ahead. Then two colors fight one, black making headway down her leg then white finally winning. Back of her neck is half black, half orange, thin stripes running down it.
[/the markings]

Pelt

shorthair. keeps her cool when it's warm outside but doesn't give much protection in the colder seasons.

Eyes

extremely bright, though she's blind. pretty blue, deep and full.

Body

small and fast. goes well with water, who knows why.

Special

can easily navigate using her other senses.


Interior.

Summary
Compassion marks her veins like blood. Unable to leave a friend in danger, always wanting to help. Perfect medicine cat save for the fact that herbs tire and sicken pink nose. Troubles battling for want for peace and love within all hearts, wondering why war must invade the Clans. Sigh of annoyance at inability to leave camp and check on others to make sure all are well, none are sick or wounded and wanting to help if any are. Scoffing remarks when disallowed, but refusal to break warrior code and leader's say chains her to camp.

Understandingly acts as a shield for the gazers. Never wants to watch them endure physical or mental pain, from love or simply a wound. Loves to listen to those who need her, sometimes explaining a difficulty. Supports any who needs to be supported, never watching any fall without her catching them to the best of her ability. Keeps secrets when needed, and can always be trusted to never let a soul down.

Cautious within own territory or in another Clan's. Muttering truths spreading through the forests, traveling down the rivers. Flaring rumors causing fear of badgers and foxes, loners and trespassers. Snort of disapproval when catching out of Clan cats, fur rising in warning with those who belong to their rivals. Loyalty rushes through her veins, only to leave her own territory if needed or to rarely sneak away.

Fearful of darkness. Creepy shadows in the foggy mists, slipping and slithering along like snakes prepared to pounce. Trembling fear as wandering through, without the light to illuminate the setting and let any see what lies in store for their racing heart. Shaking like a leaf and jumping in fear of each haunting, hollow sound, pressing close to the ground to hide among the snow, leaves, or mud, too afraid to leap into a tree or bush for head is occupied with the sound just heard. Frantic scrabbling of paws to flee if there is danger, annoyance with self for spoiling white pelt otherwise. Moments wasted in the cleaning, even with a river nearby; distrust in many things terrifying the poor fluff.

Daily personality varies.

Positive

smart, clever, creative, understanding, compassionate.

Negative

fearful. OCD. easily frustrated. sometimes depressed. pyromaniac.

Likes and Dislikes

enjoys swimming. loves fish and wants to join RiverClan. likes to daydream.

claims to be allergic to voles from her hate of them. hates loud sounds and Twolegs. dogs bug the living crap out of her.


History.

Story

Shatteredkit slowly opened her three week old eyes. They surveyed the small den, searching for her siblings and father by scent but it would appear by sight. The youngest of the litter, her eyes had only opened two days ago while the others' had more like six. Not that it really mattered for her, anyway. She hadn't been able to tell her mother, Hauntedshadow, that she couldn't see because she didn't know what it was like to see. She only knew that the den was small because it had been described to her and she could feel the walls around her, though they weren't actually that close. Shattered turned her head and called out her sister's name, unable to scent her. "Chancekit? Where are you?" Her tone had a slight hint of panic. Her mother's warmth wasn't in the den, either. When Chancekit entered, she stumbled over her sister, mewing over and over that their father, Darkblaze, was missing and they'd found the only tomkit in the family laying on the ground, dead. Hauntedshadow was searching for the cat who had killed him, whom she assumed was Darkblaze himself.

"We found a trail after a moment, coated with blood. Dad's blood. I don't think that he killed Splashkit. Mom said there was badger scent in the area too, but she still thinks it was Dad who did it. Oh, I miss Splashkit so much! And Daddy! We have to go find them! Come on, Shatteredkit." Chancekit pulled her after her. "No, Chancekit. I'm staying here." She growled, then struggled away and glared where she hoped her sister was still standing at. Unfortunately, she wasn't. Chancekit tilted her head and asked if she was okay. "No, I'm not," Shattered flashed back, "all I see is darkness. I'm blind." Chancekit gasped, then fled. Using her fresh scent, the now annoyed Shatteredkit returned to the nursery, letting herself fall asleep.

--

Shatteredkit was forced awake by the sound of yowling. Was there a battle going on outside? She scented blood. . . and her father. Groaning, she dragged herself to her paws and carried herself out to the center of the camp where her father's body now lay. She softened, sitting next to him and licking his slightly bloody pelt. Where was Chancekit? Glancing up in alarm, her mouth was too full of the taste of blood to scent her. Then she was suddenly thrown back into the nursery by Hauntedshadow and was told to stay and go back to sleep. And so she did, wise enough to not ask a question about it.

--

As it turns out, Chancekit found her father. He then killed her, like he had killed Splashkit. Hauntedshadow found him and killed him, dragging both kits and her dead mate to camp. She was exiled after Shatteredkit was weaned and became a kittypet. Shatteredkit grew up alone, save for the apprentice or two when she became one herself.

Birth

last born, to Hauntedshadow and Darkblaze. oldest was Chancekit, then Splashkit, and last was Shattered.

Dreams

aspires to eventually be Shatteredwing.


Other.

Picture

Shatteredpaw.

She's my darling baby. Treat her well ^^'

Name: Larkfang

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: Warrior

Age: 22 moons

Gender: Tom

Physical Description: Larkfang is a semi-skinny and dappled opaque tom with a radiant golden pygment as a base coat. His stained pelt owns different shades of amber, beige, and cooper hues that eventually darken into tangerine tinges. They blen with the smooth ivory dye in his legs and turn into peach, slightly apricot, nibs. In first appearance, he may seem slim with oddly proportioned legs and a scruffy pelt. His shoulders have a delicated and steep slope, the one that ripens into ample and broad slants when he runs, scampers, or plungs into his hunting or fighting positions. Larkfang’s bone structure is graceful and symmetrical, culminated for any physical hustles. His fur, at hast sight, is mostly of a stricking cream-color, but later, his peach casts become visible. His tail is long and suple, a beautiful extension of his spine and a nice aid when leaping or falling. As well, his lengs are enduring and elegan, usually bunching up with his sleek bone structure to make him an exceptional warrior. They are also tufted with a snowy white later. This later is more similar to a stain. It forms in his from left paw and lingers to his other three legs, lifting up as it reaches each one of them. It also creates a curve if seen from afar. Larkfang also owns acute and agonizing caramel coroled eyes, the ones that not only express courage but also pain and anguish. They match with his pelt and make his aphotic face look transluscent and luxurious. All in all, Larkfang isn’t quite bad looking, but not an eye catcher either.

Short Description: Bengal dark tom with acute caramel eyes.

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Personality: Larkfang is mostly a serious tom. He’s dark sometimes as well. Hunched over with a brooking look on his face like a storm cloud coming to a thunderstorm, he is hardily ever what one would call completely pleasant. He’s, however, loyal, brave, and occasionally a bit of a stiff, but he’ll always help whenever he can. Not prone to jealousy, Larkfang was the proudest cat in the forest when Phantomshadow became leader. He continues to be earnest and sober and would never weaken his personality, not even to the feeble ones of his clan. However, on completely different occasions, he is making jokes and laughing, and what ever his moo is, he is always ready to provide needed advice and comfort. Larkfang may subsequently be ascetic and grim because of the abominable memories that haunt him everyday. Despite his strong desire to become somebody cheerful and blithe, his past has never banished from his mind, creating and unleashing his bitter and resentful personality. Because of that, most weaker cats in ShadowClan fear Larkfang and never dare to speak to the tom, neither to argue with his decisions. When he first reached the camp, he was constantly rejected and discarded. He had to earn his respect by proving his audacity and grit in the tasks he was assigned. In deed, Larkfang acquired his respect and a high rank in ShadowClan, but his biggest ambition is to someday be joyful.

History: Just like his personality indicates, Larkfang has had a hideous past full of suffering and grievousness. He lives in a giant chasm that carves as the depth of his sorrow grows and crushes his spirit. Moons ago, he lived in a farway hinterland with parents he never knew. He grew up lonely, but as he turned older, he became wise, mature, and strong. When he had the age of an average apprentice, a faint quaint from the forest around his nest led him outside his burrow. He followed it and found a tabby she-cat grooming her pelt. Larkfang fell in love with her at first sight. He met the beautiful cat, who’s name was Pearl. Blinded in love, he didn’t notice Pearl was a frail who desperately needed the assistance of a strong cat, like Larkfang, to protect her during the journey she was accomplishing. She proposed him to accompany her, an offer Larkfang couldn’t deny, as his heart pleaded for love and company. Both cats traveled to a small Twoleg valley that surrounded the mountains. Larkfang was too grooped in love to notice Pearl already had plans in the valley. A handsome and pampered kittypet awaited her these, and as soon as they arrived, Pearl relinquished Larkfang, the one that had sacrificed his life to safe her against badgers, foxes, even Twoleg monsters, to be with his beloved one, Zack, the silver and sassy kittypet that owned her heart. Heartbroken, Larkfang returned to the hinterland he was living in, sobbing uncontrollably. The same day he arrived, a she-cat appeared in front of his eyes. She fell in love with him, but Larkfang was to sad to pay attention to her. Breezefeather, as he claimed to be called, consoled the fluffy patch of pelt until she managed to make him smile. Larkfang got enchanted with the stories Breezefeather told him about the clans, the forest, their adventures, and their leaders. He got even more excited when she offered to take him these. Not doubting for a minute, Larkfang accompanied her. In their way, both cats became more attached to each other, and sharing a mutual love. But one day, everything changed. While padding in a musty cave, a rat bit Breezefeather’s tail. Larkfang fought the rat to death so he could protect his true love. Badly injured, she survived, but couldn’t handle to escape from the cave. The poison in her tail killed her. Larkfang buried her body, more heartbroken than ever. He got out of the cave with a cloud of gloom misery floating over his. But just like he had promised Breezefeather, he was reaching the forest of the clans no matter what it took. He proceeded on the journey, facing danger by danger, but not stopping for any reason. Larkfang slept in Twoleg nests, rat burrows, and badger homes, risking his live only to accomplish his dream. One day, destiny lead his to an old rogue forest. Astonished by the rotten trees and leaves in it, he wandered aimlessly by it with out the least clue of who he was. When suddenly, a cat leaped out of the bushes and attacked him. She had deadly claws and powerful jaws, but glittering emerald eyes, just like the ones Larkfang had. Both cats fought to death, until they realized the bitter truth. In mid fight, Larkfang stopped dead as he recognized the gleam in his foe’s eyes. It was his mother! He stopped fighting and decided to chat with the enormous she-cat. Deathsky stared at Larkfang with wide eyes and rushed towards him to give him a spiky lick on the cheek. Larkfang backened away and urged for her to explain why did she abandon her vulnerable kit in a small and frozen burrow. Deathsky sighed to hide an evil grin in her face. She couldn’t lie anymore, so he blabbed out the story.
“You see my dear child” Deathsky started. “Before I was pregnant, I despised kits. Their annoyance made my pelt bristle irritably. But one day, I met a handsome and lurky tom. We both shared the same loving feeling. Soon, I was pregnant. I was most disgusted by the idea of having a kit, and so was your father. As soon as you were born, I kitted you for one week. Your father didn’t support me a bit, and I loved him too much to avoid him just because I filthy rat in my paws. So I made a bramble nest in the hinterland you were living and ran back with your father. We have lived happily ever after.” She finished, with a dreamy sigh. A spark of fury and hate appeared in Larkfang’s eyes. How dare did his mother do that! What had he ever done to his mother for his to despise his so much! He summoned his claws in the dry ground, prepared to attack in revenge. But a little voice in his mind told him to stay calm and continue with the chat.
“So” Larkfang started softly. “You abandoned me and expected I could live my own life and raise by my self, didn’t you? And I bet you also wanted me to learn my own lessons and experienced and gain strength alone, right? Alone, in a chilly burrow...” he meowed casually. Not to his surprise, Deathsky nodded and smiled mischievously. But Larkfang continued calmly.
“Well dear mother, you need to see what I learned” he proceeded, crouching. Deathsky gave him a puzzled look, while Larkfang targeted her chest with his snout. Calling upon his back legs he jumped over her and clawed her deeply on the belly with his right paw. Deathsky let out a high pitched sketch as blood spilled from her body. Larkfang clawed her again on the chest, this time smoother. Soon, Deathsky’s coat was colored in red blood. Larkfang leaped away from his and padded inches from her.
“I’m glad you never raised me, for I would never like to become the nasty, pesty, repulsive, and rotten cat you are right now” he hissed. He helped his mother stand up again and gave her a quick lick in her scars. Deathsky glared despicably at him, but was too weak to move or say anything. Larkfang gave her a last revolting peek before padding away from the clearing and carry forward with his journey.
Larkfang walked and walked, when in a kittypet place, love met with him again. The same day he met his beloved one, he had fled from a Twoleg home after stealing their food. A piece of chicken was in his mouth as he ran away from angry humans throwing rocks at him. He skidded to a halt when he met a small chamber beneath the stairs of the entrance of a little Twoleg nest. Larkfang padded inside and crouched to a flurry ball. He ate the chicken, but his belly still growled. Now, where will he find food? Just like a miracle, a Russian blue she-cat named Hawkrose revealed her slender and beautiful figure from the darkness.
“Hello” she meowed kindly. Larkfang’s ears perked in the sky and he stood up. His eyes met Hawkrose’s who stared tenderly at him.
“Um, Hi” Larkfang saluted back, trying to hide the fear in his voice. The tom approached nearer to her.
“I heard you are hungry” she said. Larkfang felt his cheeks boiling in shame as his belly growled again. Hawkrose chuckled and stepped forward.
“Its okay. Come, I’ll show you where the food is” she meowed and crept away from the chamber. Larkfang curiously followed her outside, where a icy gust received him. He dashed to Hawkrose. He was standing still, facing a furry creature in the floor with a pink tail. Heartbeats later, the creature was in her mouth and being offered to Larkfang. Larkfang’s eyes were wide, as he had never seen a cat catch like her.
“How did you do that?!” he gasped.
“That? Simple as it looks. Come, I’ll teach you” Hawkrose meowed. From that day on, Larkfang was lead to a world of knowledge, becoming more skilled and experienced every time. He had a little crush on Hawkrose, who deeply loved him. Neither of the cats knew the chamber under the cupboard they were living in was a deadly place in which few cats had the possibility to survive. And effectively it was like that. The Twolegs living in the nest once busted the couple living below their stairs. Astonished, they kicked the cats out. Larkfang left the chamber, but Hawkrose refused. She claimed this burrow to be her home since she was a kit. Reluctantly, Larkfang returned and tried to convince her to leave. But she insisted on staying, no matter how dangerous the Twolegs were. Her rebelliously brought the Twolegs to a limit. Hawkrose crept out of the chamber and peered by the entrance in search for trouble. Larkfang followed her. He was standing inches behind from her, but suddenly, a Twoleg crashed a massive rock over Hawkrose’s body. She was thrown backwards and her corpse fell over Larkfang’s paws. His orbs stared widely at him while tears flooded his amber eyes. But he didn’t have much time to cry. The Twolegs were throwing more rocks at them. He grabbed Hawkrose’s body and dragged it outside the chamber. He ran towards the forest and hid behind a lusty fern. The Twolegs calmed down and smoothly returned to their nest. Larkfang crept out from the bush and buried Hawkrose’s corpse in the burrow she had loved so much. He gave her a small prayer and went outside again. No matter how, but he was getting to the forest Breezefeather told magnificent tales about. He carried on with his trip, until one day he finally made it. Too tired after his long journey, Larkfang lied down besides a bushy plant and fell asleep. Minutes later, he felt something pouncing him on his chest. He woke up to meet the face of a beautiful tuxedo he-cat with olive eyes.
“You awoke!” she yowled happily. Larkfang blinked in confusion, his muscles not moving.
“Hi, I’m Snowlily, I trailed your scent, but I didn’t recognize it as part ShadowClan. Instantly, Larkfang’s ears perked in the air. Had this cat just said, ShadowClan?
“Hold it, you mean, Clan?” he demanded. Snowlily backened away, but her kind glace was still in her face.
“Yeah clans” she meowed back. That only meant something. He had made it! Larkfang finally reached the forest of the clans!
Moons have passed since Larkfang became a noble and reliable ShadowClanner, admired by small ones and desired by some she-cats. But nobody knows the dreadful past he has been cursed to live.

Role Play Example: Long shadows slid down the crests of tawny sand, covering the flight of dusk in black. Fading outlines of the river stood blurred against the blank reds and goldens of the sunset. The sun danced blood-red on the water, a reminder of how the blood of many cats had tainted the water moons before. Clouds trained on the edges of the horizon, promising a damp outlook for the following day. Though, the sun hit the colors just right, and a faint, prism-like glow bathed the clearing. The wind sighed gently through the barren branches, whispering untold secrets along the trees. Dust stirred up around the bank, swirling around a slender-framed feline. He stepped lithely, silently around the rocks and sticks, making his way to the strangely calm edge of the water.

The sweet scent of prey drifted from the woods that bordered the beach. Larkfang took a long, deep, crisp breath, inhaling the cool night air. He could rivet her mind on many businesses. The rusted silver frame of Larkfang settled on the yellowed grass, curled tightly into a ball, tail over nose, eyes fluttering open and closed. Water rushed in the river near to him, and the war far-off sounds of rustling and movement. It was the sound of night. Night had always comforted Larkfang. Night was an energy, night was a mystery. Night was a part of him. Larkfang feared the late hours of night, though. That was the time that Breezefeather and Hawkrose were killed. No one would distinguish who or what had killed them. Everybody was afraid to. It wasn't cat nor beast, as far as ShadowClan or he could tell. Larkfang shivered at the though of unnatural scores along their flanks, the pure terror in their eyes. A tear dropped to the ground, and then Larkfang shook his head.

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Name: Ravenpaw

Age: 30 moons

Gender: Tom-cat

Clan: ThunderClan - Loner

Rank: Loner

Appearence: Ravenpaw is a sleek, black tomcat with a white splotch on his chest. He has a long, thin black tail with a white tip, snow against coal. Bright amber eyes glow out from under a fringe of black fur, and big, pointed ears. Despite once being a scrawny ThunderClan apprentice, he is now a muscular tom with lithe muscles beneath his short dark fur.

Personality: Ravenpaw is a loyal tom to his friends, and a savage fighter to his enemies. When first meeting others, he is friendly, but with a wary edge underneath - if the new aquaintaince is accompanied by an old friend, Ravenpaw almost immediately trusts them. When facing old enemies, Ravenpaw holds grudges and does not forgive easily. Otherwise, he a peaceful tom, honest and fair; when it comes to hunting, Ravenpaw is an incredible stalker, with soft pads that make no noise against the honey-gold hay in the barn where he lives.

History: Born to a ThunderClan queen alongside his sister Rosekit, Ravenkit never suspected any trouble from within his Clan. He was the usual, mischevious kit with his sister but he never took the lead, preferring to follow; when she died of GreenCough the Leaf-Bare before they're apprenticeship, Ravenkit was extremely depressed. Any thought of mischief afterwards was brought to a halt as he neared his apprenticeship His mentor, Tigerstar, did not allow any tomfoolery, and scared Ravenpaw into obedience. At the battle with RiverClan, the very battle where Redtail was killed, Ravenpaw witnessed something that seemed to scar him deeply; his mentor murdering the deputy in cold blood. He fled to camp, yowling that Redtail had been killed, but was ushered to Spottedleaf's den before he could say much else. Later at the next Gathering, he told the story to several apprentices from ShadowClan and RiverClan, none of which believed him; however, his mentor had been giving him the evil, amber eye recently and Ravenpaw was becoming quite jumpy around Tigerclaw. This, in turn, ruined his training, and Tigerclaw gave him up as a failure. Trying to please his mentor but only coming up short, Ravenpaw spent more time with Graypaw and the newcomer, Firepaw, and the three quickly became good friends. For one of Ravenpaw's assessments, he was sent by Tigerclaw into ShadowClan territory for prey. After Tigerclaw had manipulated cats in the Clan to think Ravenpaw was a traitor, Fireheart and Graystripe took him away from the Forest to live with Barley, a loner who had helped them previously. Fireheart and Graystripe told the Clan that Ravenpaw had been slain by a ShadowClan patrol, and he was then presumed dead by ThunderClan. Afterwards, once Tigerclaw had been shown for the traitor that he was, Ravenpaw slowly overcame his fear for the tabby tom and went from a skinny, scared apprentice to a lithe, well-fed loner. He has helped the Clans, especially Firestar and ThunderClan, many times over since then.

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Name: Sparrow
Age: 4 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: None
Rank: Loner/kit

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Appearence: Sparrow is a muscular tom. He has black-tipped ears and a white muzzle. His pelt is marbled with brown and black. He has an extremely fluffy tail and huge paws. His eyes are a brilliant amber,

Personality: Sparrow is very outgoing and active. He has a tendancy to attack his brother without warning. He is a very hyper kit and loves to play with anything. Due to his large size he attempts to boss others around.

History: Cookie and Sighingwind meet one afternoon. They really liked each other and had fun that day. Even though Cookie was a kittypet she adapted to loner life. Her and Sighingwind had two beautiful tom kits. Sparrow was named after the bird that flew over head shortly after his birth.

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Other:
Mother~Cookie
Father~Sighingwind
Brother~Raven

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Name: Cookie

Gender: She-cat

Age: 15 Moons

Clan: None

Position: Kittypet

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Description:Cookie is a beautiful tortoiseshell-tabby. She has a slim figure with medium length hair. Her body is a mix of different browns and black. Her face is brown on the outer edges and an orangish around and on the muzzle. Her chest, underbelly and paws are white.

Personality: Cookie is rough around the edges. She has sweet and sensitive side though. She loves to hang around toms. In her old home she was a heart-breaker. She is friendly but can be mean if someone bugs her to much.

History: Cookie grew up in a twoleg house after found in a box on the street. Her twoleg used to throw her up in the air and pull her tail. She was adopted again and was abused again. This guardian pushed her down the stairs when she was pregnant and she lost her kits. She grew up in several households but has finally settled into a cozy new home with loving guardians.

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Other: Mate; Sighingwind

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Name:Xander

Gender:Tom

Age:25 Moons

Clan:None

Position:Loner

Picture:

Description:Xander is a slim grey tom. He has piercing green eyes and a whole in his right ear. He has black tabby markings on his body and tail. His tail is long and slim. His paws are tipped with white and razor sharp claws. He has a scar on his chin that is usually unnoticable.

Personality: Xander is a hostile tom. He has a sweet side to show to any she-cat that will get close to him. His sharp claws and teeth are lethal weapons to any cat who wants to fight. He loves to fight and has sevral scars from fights. He loves to get close to she-cats and break their herts. If he finds the right one his heart will belong to her.

History: Xander was born a loner. He has fought for everything in his life. His parents were killed when he was only 3 moons old. He grew up with his brother Xavior. He separated form his brother to travel on his own. He has been watching the clans for some time now. He finds their ways interesting.

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Other: Mate is Wildeyes

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Name: Cody

Age: 21 moons

Gender: Tom

Clan: Kittypet

Rank: Kittypet

Appearance:

**Eyes

Like a budding leaf, his eyes are a vivid green. They have beautiful brown flecks in them.

**Face

Medium sized ears rest on his head. His nose is a stunning pink. Whiskers sprout from his muzzle.

**Build

A lithe frame lies beneath his pelt. His frame is accented with powerful hind muscles making him an excellent hunter.

**Pelt

His body appears to be covered in a fresh leafbare snow. His tail has dark brown underfur.


Personality:

**Not Afraid

Cody is not afraid of being himself. He is open about his emotions and feelings.

**No Secrets

Cody has no secrets. He can't stand having the burden of a secret on his chest. He tells his family everything.

**No Anger

Cody shows no anger. He is a naturally kind and loving cat. He loves to help cats in need.

**Nothing Held Back

Cody lets his spunky side show. He can have a sharp tongue when his words get ahead of his mind.

History:

**The Kit

As a kit Cody was born to Flora and Venom. His father lived with seperate twolegs so he rarely saw him. He was the runt of the litter being born after Rusty (Firestar) and Princess. He was the most active of them all though. He was taken from his siblings at 3 and a half moons.

**New Home

Cody was taken far away from her siblings. His new home was strange and mysterious, it had so many plants and other cats. Cody wasn't shy, as soon as the guardians put him down, he went to speak with the other cats. He made many new friends but sadly the guardians abandoned them.

**The Shelter

Cody spent a few moons in a shelter. He met many guardians but he never made the cut. After 3 moons in the shelter a little girl begged her mom to get Cody. That day he met the perfect guardian, her name was Kimmy.

**His Home

Cody was the only cat in his new home. He was lonely but became happy. He had moved in a few doors down from his siblings. He has been in his current home for 12 moons now.

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Name: Ashwraith
Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance:
[pelt:] she has a grey tabby pelt with no particular differences from a normal cat's besides a few ginger patches here and there.
[noteable markings:] she has only a few patches - most ginger in color - but nothing else
[eyes:] her eyes are grey
[claws:] silver-hued
[build:] she has silkier and shorter fur than her siblings, but her build is somewhat the same. she's the smallest of the five.
Personality: Ash is surprisingly to some the most energetic of all her siblings. She's always doing screwbrained things and acting up, and no cat can tell her to do otherwise. She's as stubborn as Angel and as keen as Shadowcross, but she lacks the common sense that her sisters have. _Taken by Flameh_

History: Greetings, traveler. Do you seek me for any odd reason? Oh, I see. Just passing through. That's good. This place is not one to linger. Ny name is Mourningwraith - don't ask much about my past, for it is... not kind. How did I die, you ask? I should wonder that one living could reach this domain of the skies. But my death is not important. You ask of Okkurein, the young kit I watched over? She is alive, and that is all that matters to me. My thoughts are for my own kits now that I cannot help Okkurein any longer. You have never heard of my kits? I am not surprised. They were born in the hollow at the Wind and River Clan borders. I named them Clan names, as my mother named me Mourningkit... after my father's death. I named my kits things that spoke to me. Shadowkit, my firstborn, Deathkit, my second, Pheonixkit, my third... My mate, Foxfire, named the last two. He named Angelkit and Ashkit, and together we melded the lives of loners and Clan members as we taught them honor and stability and strength. Shadowkit showed much promise. But my kits were not destined for me... their lives lay beyond my reach. On their sixth moon, the story of my mate unraveled, and they were angry that he, a lowly kit thrown out of every single Clan, would tell them all these things and expect them to live up to the code he could not keep. My mate was saddened, but it was nothing like the sorrow I felt when the kits demanded to know my history. I told them, and Deathkit left immediately. He wanted nothing more to do with me and Foxfire. Pheonixkit followed his brother, Angelkit followed him, and Shadowkit finally left with Ashkit trailing after her. But they left not before I could give them what I called their "warrior names" but what they considered the parting kiss of our relationship. Shadowcross... after the pain I bore all the seasons before her and her father... Deathwing, for the future I knew awaited me and the past that had stolen my comrades... Pheonixfrost for the cold hope that had lingered within me, but which was slowly dying... Ashwraith and Cursedangel were my mate's doing really. He named Ash after me... and Cursedangel after his mother, really - a Medicine cat who had rejected the true codes and bore kits... he told me of Wolf, his strong brother... of Sighingwind, his valiant friend... and of another, smaller hope... a cat whose blood runs now through ThunderClan veins.... I wonder sometimes, if all of these cats will one day meet and will the truth come out? I don't know. But I hope that my kits will live fulfilled lives.... for I have seen only a little of their agony here, after spending the last seasons of my life trying to repay what I had failed to give them in taking care of Okkurein. I hope she has a good life, as well. But I know she won't have an easy one. Good luck to you, traveler. May you return when you have spent out your life and tell me happier tidings.

• Name: Icetalon
• Age: 25 moons
• Gender: She-cat
• Clan: Shadowclan
• Rank: Warrior/Former Leader
• Appearance: Icetalon is a muscular she-cat. She has a beautiful silver pelt. BLack stripes accent her pelt and wrap around her tail. Her tail has long fluffy fur on it. She has white underfur that shows throughout her pelt. She has beautiful green eyes with blue flecks.
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• Personality: Icetalon is kind and compassionate. She loves to chat with the queens and kits. The kits look up to her and want her for a mentor. She often lends help to newer warriors and their first appentices. She is very stern when it comes to the warrior code. She is fierce and vicious in battle.
• History: Icetalon was born to Angelheart and Shadowfire in WindClan. She had a sister named Flamespark. Flamespark was playful until their parents were murdered. Then she became icy and isolated. Icetalon left WindClan as an apprentice. She gained entry to ShadowClan by saying she was a loner kit named Ice. She was named Snowkit is WindClan. The leader gave her the name Icepaw and she started her training. She trained hard to become a warrior. She had mentored two cats and was a respected warrior. She was then made ShadowClans leader. Sadly, Icestar was the victim of a vicious fox attack. Her healing would've taken too long so she stepped down, leaving her deputy to take her place. She is now a warrior.
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Name: Tidalwave

Age: 17 moons

Gender: Tom

Appearance: farm3.static.flickr.com/2061/2149546112_047da46f56.jpg?v=0

Personality: Tidalwave is a hotheaded tom. He has a short fuse and is easily angered. One wrong word or even a wrong move and you could end up furless. He does have a soft spot, deep down, reserved for the she-cat he loves.

History: Tidalwave was born to Ivypelt and Harefoot. He was born with 2 siblings, Shimmerkit and Pearlkit. He was a mishievious, easily angered kit. As an apprentice he was angry and constantly lashed out. Even striking his mentor when his mentor mentioned one little wrong thing. He trained very little, but he learned alot. When he was made a warrior he was named after the colour of his eyes. He now has his sights set on a certain she-cat.

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Name: Flarekit
Age: 5 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Kit
Description: Flarekit is a lithe tom. He is on the smaller side, he has medium-sized paws and ears. He has a beautiful ginger coat. Darker orange tabby stripes pattern her body. He has gorgeous large brown eyes.

Personality: Flarekit is a strong willed leader. He knows what he wants and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He has got a way with words so his siblings look up to him. He has a sharp tongue when he doesn't get his way and it causes more harm. He is very adventurous and is always being scolded for trying to sneak out of camp. He uses his big brown eyes to help ease his punishment, he knows they make him look innocent and knows how to use them.

History: Flarekit was born to A snowy white shecat Named Snowpowder and a firey tabby tom named Sunfall. Flarekit always looked up to his father for he was one of the greatest warriors in the clan. He wanted to be like him and he looked up to him. He wanted to be Brave, Loyal, Smart, Trustworthy. He wanted to be the best warrior the his father had ever seen. He wanted his father to be his mentor and to teach him everything that he knew. But all that fell short soon afterward.

Sunfall was not interested in Flarekit, with him being the oldest and the smartest of the four kits, He was interested in Lavakit, the youngest and the stupidest of the four litter. Flarekit knew that they went out of the nursery at night, for what he could never find out. He would always get caught with his mother. And she never noticed that Lavakit was gone meaning she knew he was gone. Flarekit became jealous of Lavakit and started hating him. Yet he also noticed that Lavakit's Personality was changing. From a hyper and excited young kit to an angry and hateful kit. Flarekit payed no attention to his instincts at this time. he knew that he hated Lavakit and that was that. He also hated it when Lavakit would pick on little Clearkit even though she was sickly and had done nothing wrong to hurt him. In the back of his mind he wondered if Sunfall had anything to do with this. In the back of his mind!

When the Foxes attacked everything about Sunfall and Lavakit changed. Snowpetal told them to go into the leader's den for protection and it was worse there. Sunfall, Their father, was trying to kill the leader. WHY? When he was thrown off of Icestar, Lavakit attacked him with amazingly exicuted moves, even though he was still a kit. With that simple scene Flarekit understood everything. Everything! Sunfall took Lavakit out to teach him to do battle moves. Did he think that Flarekit was too weak to train before his time. Flarekit thought so at this time as he watched Lavakit fight his own father.

After that day Flarekit no longer cared for Lavakit nor Sunfall. Both his parents were dead and as far as Flarekit was concerned so was Lavakit. From then on Flarekit was unconfortable around toms and so spent most of his time around she-cat's, mostly his two sisters, Sugarkit and Clearkit so that they didn't get influenced by Lavakit's foolishness.



Name: Songstar
Age: 33 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SkyClan
Position: Leader

Description: Songstar is a lithe she-cat with muscular hind legs. She has medium sized ears and paws. Snow white fur covers from her muzzle to her back paws. A mix of ginger and brown fur marks her back, sides and tail. A long scar from her first battle marks her left side. Her longer fur tends to hide it but sometimes the pink flesh is visible and raises questions. Ginger fur surrounds one eye while dark brown surrounds the other. Her eyes are a beautiful forest green.

Personality: Songstar is a kind hearted she-cat. She is very caring when it comes to the goings on in her clan. She is willing to take time from her busy schedule to sit and speak with any clan member that wishes to talk. She tends to be firm when it comes to the warrior code but adjusts punishments for each individual cats. When it comes to intruders she will fight with tooth and claw, she is always worried about being driven out like her ancestors once were.

History: Songstar was born to Cloudfoot and Talonfeather. She was born along with two siblings, Ravenwing and Icefeather. She had a normal kithood, playing with her siblings and exploring camp. She got in a fair amount of trouble because of her curiousity. When she was apprenticed she was estatic to learn how to hunt a fight. She couldn't wait to be in her first battle, she wanted to be able to protect her clan no matter what. When the day for her to get her warrior name there were no words to describe the multitude of emotions. As she went through her warriorhood she started picking up new skills and tweaking her own moves, which attracted alot of attention. She was excited when she was named Shinestar's deputy. She learned a lot of valuable skills in her short time as deputy. By 30 moons she was the new leader of SkyClan.

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Songstar [Flameh]
She-cat | 33 Moons | Forest Green | Calico | Caring | Understanding | Kind-hearted



Name: Feathermist

Age: 18 Moons (at death)

Gender: She-cat

Clan:StarClan (RiverClan)/The Tribe of Endless Hunting (The Tribe of Rushing Water)

Position: Warrior

Description: Feathertail is lithe yet muscular she-cat. She had medium sized paws that helped her swim. Her pelt is a stunning silver with black tabby markings. She has beautiful saphire eyes. Her pelt is now laced with shimmering stars

Personality: Feathertail is a very gentle cat. She would rather use words then claws. Don't let her gentleness make you think she is weak. She has the courage of the fierciest and wisest warrior. She will use her knowledger and strengths in battle. she would do anything to save another cat.

History: Greetings, my names Feathertail and I'm going to tell you my story. I was born many moons ago in the old forest. I was born to Silvermist and Graystripe. My parents were from different clans. As a kit with my brother, Stormfur, I was raised by Goldenflower in ThunderClan and Greenflower and Mosspelt in RiverClan. It was tough being a mixed blood kit, I had to watch as my father returned to his clan.

When I was apprenticed, Mistyfoot became my mentor. My training was very short lived because Tigerstar came. He sent Stormfur, Stonefur, Mistyfoot and myself into an abandoned fox den and starved us for being half clan. He gave Stonefur the option of killing us but he refused. He was brutally killed by Darkstripe and Blackfoot. We had to give Mistyfoot the news of her brothers death.

Firestar, Greystripe and Ravenpaw rescued us and brought us to ThunderClan. We trained under Mistyfoot and Greystripe. We then assisted Bramblepaw, Tawnypaw and Ashpaw in killing Bone.

I decided along with Stormfur to return to RiverClan after the battle. It was a wise choice. A couple moons after my warrior ceremony I was sent on a quest from StarClan. I was chosen to go find Midnight, Stormfur came with me.

It was on the journey that I met Crowpaw, my love. We became very close and fell in love. I managed to keep him in line after he kep butting heads with everyone.

My life came to an end when we reached the tribe. It was prophecized that a silver cat would save them from the sharptooth. They thought the prophecy was about Stormfur but it was me. I fell with a sharp stone onto the sharptooth killing it and myself.

I watched from the ledge as Crowfeather sat vigil by my grave. He named himself in my honour.

Now I watch over Crowfeather, Graystripe and many other friends. I walk in StarClan and the Tribe of Endless Hunting.

It hurts the most to watch Crowfeather. He found love with Leafpool and had kits with her. He refuses to have anything to do with them. Now he's in a loveless relationship with a bratty kit. I miss my helpful and strong willed love.





Yellowfang


54 Moons


She-cat


ThunderClan


Elder/Former Medicine Cat





Yellowfang is a bulkier she-cat. She has mdium sized paws and ears. She has a long grey pelt that hides her scar riddled body. She has long white whiskers sprouting from her muzzle, the seems to be stuck in a look of distaste. Her eyes are a beautiful golden colour. Even in old age she is an attractive she-cat.



Yellowfang is a rugged, experienced cat. She has a sharp tongue and a bitter attitude. She is also extremely grumpy. Well, that's what a cat thinks when they meet her. The truth is she is soft and compassionate. She is extremely loyal, willing to risk her life to defend the clan. She is talnted and caring, she will use every skill she has to save a life.



Yellowfang's kithood is very sketchy. Not much can be said except she had a sister named Lilackit who was killed in an invasion. when she was a young medicine cat, she was happy and helpful. She would love visiting the nursery and warriors. There was a tom that always caught her eye by the name of Raggedfur. She knew love was forbidden but she couldn't shake the feeling. When she was slightly older she bore three kits, Brokenkit, Lilackit and Aurakit. She passed them off to Lizardstripe, who took them reluctantly. She never told the kits that she was thier mother but Foxheart acted as if she was their mother. It made Yellowfang's pelt prickle. Talonstar left dead kits in her den and framed her. when she was thought of as a murdere she was exiled. She was found and almost killed by Firepaw. She lived in ThunderClan assisting the medicine cats for many moons. She has since retired and resides as an elder.


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Name:Sparkheart

Age:18 moons

Gender:She-cat

Clan:None

Rank:Loner

Appearence: Sparkheart is a slim built ginger tabby. She is light on her mediun paws and moves with grace. Her long tail helps with her great balance. Her amber eyes are bright when around clanmates but appear as if they are pure fire in battle. Her ginger fur is also marked with an unusual red pattern.

Tucked away in her medium paws are long razor sharp claws. They are a stunning white that seem to glow in the sunlight. She may be have a slim build but underneath her seemingly weak body is a ambitious soul and strong muscles.

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One-sentence appearance:Sparkheart is a slim she-cat with ginger fur and darker ginger markings with amber eyes.

Personality:Sparkheart has a naturally kind heart. She can be very stern when it comes to punishments for breaking the clan rules. When it comes to protecting any clan member she would give up her life for her clan. She has grown into a fierce cat because of her past.

When Sparkheart's eyes fill with fire it is merely a moments notice that your death has come. Her quick personality change is helpful in battle, at one moment she could appear innocent and an easy target but in a split second she will turn and go for your throat. She is definitely not a she-cat you want to get on the bad side of. She has killed many warriors and even the leader of her old clan after she learned that Icypaw's death was caused by him. She now carries a deadly attitude and a horrible past.

History:Sparkkit was born to Goldenclaw and a mysterious tom. She grew up with her sister Icykit and they never knew their father. They were made apprentices together. Sparkpaw trained really hard along with her sister. Her dream was to once become leader. Her and her sister used to go out at night and train, wheyther it was fighting or hunting. Her and her sister fought side by side in a great battle. Sadly, her sister died when a warrior crushed her throat. She was made a warrior without her sister and wept the night of her vigil. She had always blamed herself for not being able to save her sister.

Many moons later she discovered her old leader had been apart of her sisters death. For a couple moons she planned her leaders untimely demise. She practised daily for the soul purpose of taking her leaders final life. She taught herself treacherous moves and sneaky tactics.

About 6 moons after her sisters death she was ready for revenge. She lured the leader out of camp to show her leader a 'problem' in the forest. Then by the cover of night she attacked him viciously. She made him suffer through every moment of the attack. She was smart and injured his already injured leg. That night she took the life of Fogstar and a few warriors who tried to stop her. It all ended with her leader and some fellow warriors on their silent and early journey to Starclan.

In the morning, Mistpelt, the deputy, found out about Sparkheart murdering fellow clan members. Mistpelt exiled her right then and there. Sparkheart marked Mistpelt with an ugly scar before leaving.

She has since left and joined Silenceclan. She believes its the right place to let her murderous past be celebrated and let her treacherous skills grow. Even though she is a warrior and her sister's murder was many moons ago she blames herself everyday for not being able to save her sister. After SilenceClan was destroyed she became a loner.

RP example:Sparkpaw looked frantically around for her sister. She saw a silver pelt in the distance but it was just Silverwind's pelt. "Where is she?" she asked herself quietly. She noticed a sprawled out silver figure not to far from her. "I pray to you Starclan" she mewed "don't let it be Icypaw." She padded towards the figure slowly. Tears welled up in her amber eyes as she saw her sisters motionless body. She dropped to the ground and buried her face into Icypaw's fur. The battle raged around her.

Sparkpaw still lay there mourning her sister, she heard the yowls of battle raging around her but didn't care. ~At least if i'm killed i'll be with my sister~ she thought. Suddenly she was jerked from her thoughts, she felt all of the air rushing out of her body and she slipped closer to Star Clan. The last thing she heard before blacking out was Solemwing screeching and attacking the enemy.

Sparkpaw blinked open her amber eyes and saw Gentlesong gazing at her herbs. "What happened?" she asked in a hoarse voice. "You nearly dies" Gentlesong answered. "Wheres Icypaw?" Sparkpaw asked. "Outside" Gentlesong answered. Sparkpaw got up and raced out of the medicine cat's den.

Sparkpaw saw her sisters lifelss body lying there. She ran and collpased besdie her sister. She buried her face into her sisters cold fur. "I'll miss you forever" she whispered. "Someday i'll become leader" she mewed "for you."




Emberpaw


10 Moons


She-cat


Formerly ShadowClan


Loner


An ember lights the fire of love


Emberpaw is a kind she-cat. She is very cheerful and different. She loves to spread joy and sometimes wants to escape from the hate filled ShadowClan. She is extremely firendly and wants to be everyones friend. She is extremely clumsy and often has trouble putting one paw in front of the other.


Emberpaw was born to Shimmerpelt and Harefur. She had two siblings, Ravekit and Smallkit. She was always the different kit, friendly and loving. Ravekit and Smallkit were tough tom kits who had the ShadowClan spirit. Her mother Shimmerpelt loved her personality, her father was disgusted. When she was apprenticed, she wanted to prove herself but only proved to be clumsy. She is an embaressment to her father and brothers. She is constantly being picked on by Ravepaw and Smallpaw, even though shes the oldest. She has been known to run over borders, trying to escape but always failing. One day she met Radge out int the forest. He was stealing prey and she challenged him, but ended up spawled on the forest floor. But he didn't attack her, he talked to her. She bonded with him almost instantly. She now lives the life of a loner with him.


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Name: Nestea
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: none
Position: Loner

Description: Nestea is a slim built tom. He has small dainty paws and medium sized ears. He has a beautiful light brown pelt. His body is covered in darker brown spots and his legs and tail are covered in darker brown stripes. He has stunning amber eyes.

Personality: Nestea is a shy tom. He dislikes meeting other cats and usually hides behind his siblings when confronted with them. He is a major pushover, he will listen to what hes told. He doesn't like to question or start arguements so he just goes with the flow. He doesn't speak his mind and usually only utters a few words.

History: Nestea was born to two kittypets. His mother was Josta, a calico she-cat and his father, Rockstar, and dark haired tom. He was born along with many siblings. He was always on the side lines as a kit watching his siblings scheme and playfight. He simply followed when they decided to leave the nest.



Name: Purplefanta (Fanta)
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: none
Position: Loner

Description: Purplefanta has a small build as she is the runt. She has medium sized paws and large ears. She has a beautiful long grey pelt. Her pelt makes her appear larger than she is. Her eyes are a gorgeous forest green.

Personality: Purplefanta has a strong personality. She is as stubborn as can be, she has a my way or no way attitude. Purplefanta is determined, once her minds set on something she sticks to it. She is talkative, she always has to have her voice heard and she will argue with anyone who disagrees. These types of traits are what make her the leader of their band, her siblings look up to her regardless of the fact she's the youngest.

History: Purplefanta was born to two kittypets. Her mother was Josta, a calico and her father Rockstar, a dark haired tom. She was born along with many siblings. Each of them was named after odd twolegs drinks, called pop. She was born last and was the runt. As she grew up, she took a leadership role with her siblings. They eventually decided to leave the nest instead of being split up.


Name: Hopewhisper

Age: 22 Moons

Clan: WindClan

Rank: Warrior

Gender: She-cat

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Appearance: Hopewhisper is a petite she-cat. She is light grey with a fluffy tail. She has a white underbelly and white paws with a white stripe down her muzzle. She has brilliant forest green eyes that appear blue in the moonlight. She has a dark marking on the top of her head.

Quick Description: A grey she-cat with forest green eyes.

Personality: Hopewhisper is a gentle she-cat. Her voice is soft like a whisper hence her name. She has a fierce side when it comes to battle but it rarely shows. Her soothing vioce is only topped by her gentle heart. She is learning to stand up on her own four paws in attempt to find her father and get revenge.

History: Hopewhisper was born to rogue parents. Originally she was named Smoke by her evil father. Her mother died when she was young, but she always suspected her father killed her. Shortly after her mother's death her father abandoned her. He badly beat her and almost made her go blind by scratching her eyes. She was only 3 moons at the time and couldn't fight back. Shortly after her father disappeared a clan cat discovered her. The she-cat raced her back to camp and brought her to the medicine cat den. The medicine cat worked fast and managed to save her sight. After she was fully healed the leader accepted her to the clan. By the time she was better she was 6 moons. The leader made her an apprentice and changed her name to Hopepaw. She recieved that name because she had never given up hope while recovering. She trained really hard and manged to become a warrior. She was given the name Hopewhisper due to her soft-spoken nature. She left Shadowclan due to neglect. Once their leader died she was an outcast in the clan. They thought she didn't deserve to be a warrior. So she fled and has joined Silenceclan in hope to learn to stand up for herself and teach the clan cats a lesson.

Kin:
Mother~Song
Father~Shadow

Role Play Example: Smoke weeped as she lay bleeding on the forest ground. Her sight was badly blurred but she saw a shape moving toawards her. She quivered, fearing that her father was returning. She blanked out and saw the evil amber eyes of her father, they burned as if they were made of fire. She awoke inside of a den, unfamillar scents surrounded her. She looked at the unfamillar cat as she asked her name. "Smoke" she managed to mew weakly. She smiled as the medicine cat reassured her. Smoke watched as the medicine cat carried bundles of unfamillar objects. She winced as a paste was placed on her wounds. She watched as a young silver tom helped the she-cat. Her vision was still somewhat blurred but managed to make out that the she-cat was tabby. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, the medicine cats still at work.

Other: Mate is Fade


Name: Marblepaw
Age: 7 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Apprentice

Description: Marblepaw is a small built tom. He has a petite build and muscular hind legs. He has a light brown and greyish short hair pelt. He has a darker brown tail, spots on his back and stripes on his legs. He has big, beautiful brown eyes.

Personality: Marblepaw can be stubborn at times. He believes that you need to stand up for your beliefs. He never gives up, once his mind is set on something he goes for it. He is quite the optimist, he looks for the good in every situation. He lives by the motto, "Every cloud has a silver lining."

History: Marblepaw was born to Moondust and Emberpelt. He was born along with a sister named Petalkit. They were always causing trouble and trying to escape camp as kits. It got them in alot of trouble. Mostly he kept to playing with Petalkit but sometimes he played with Dovekit. Now Marblepaw is an apprentice and has grown closer to Dovepaw and has become good friends with her.




Name: Shadowblaze


Age: 28 moons


Gender: Tom


Clan: ThunderClan


Rank: Warrior


Appearance:

Shadowblaze is a lithe tom. He has large ears and a long tail. He has larger paws that conceal pearl white claws. His nose is pure black. His pelt is black like the shadows. His paws are ginger, which is unusual. His eyes are a beautiful golden amber.


Personality: Shadowblaze is a kind tom. He is very caring and understanding. A favourite pasttime of his, is visiting the nursery. Its antoher story in the heat of battle or in a confrontation. He is a fierce tom, who will protect his clan at all costs. He is willing to give everything up for his clan, including his life.


History: Shadowblaze was born to Lifesong and Silentwhisper. He was born with 2 sisters and one brother, Lilykit, Shinekit and Tatterkit. As a kit he was mischievous, he was alays playing pranks on his sisters with Tatterkit. When he was he was apprenticed, he was blessed with Songwind as a mentor. She was a well respected senior warrior. She trained him and pushed him hard. Shadowblaze never gave up and was determined. He was brimming with pride when he sat vigil with Lilypelt, Shineheart and Tatterfoot. For many moons he was a strong willed warrior. His dedication was rewarded when he was made deputy.


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Name: Grayfire
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunder Clan
Rank: Queen

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Appearence: Grayfire has a sleek jet black pelt. Her eyes are a stunning amber that shine in the light. Her nose is half pink and half black. She has a slim build that helps her move with grace.

Personality: Grayfire has an interesting personality with varying emotions. She has an upbeat and happy side, though it rarely shows. She is usually deep in thought and keeps to herself. Due to her troubling past she can be insane at times.

History: Grayfire was one of five kits. She was born to Shadowclaw of Drippiong Clan. Sadly to of her siblings died at birth, so when they were apprenticed it was only her and her two brothers, Wildpaw and Pheonixpaw. Shortly after becoming warriors her brother, Wildfire, revealed his evil side and left the clan. Their mother followed him and he tragically murdered her. When she discovered her mothers body she went insane. Her other brother, Pheonixwraith, kept her insanity in check but after he died she left her clan and met a loner. She mated with him and he left her without warning. Now she has stumbled upon Thunder Clan and is seeking refuge there.

RP example: See other bios.

Other:
Mother: Shadowclaw
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Nightkit(S)(*),Waterkit(S)(*), Pheonixwraith(T)(*), Wildfire(T)
Mate: Rock

(S)=She-cat
(T)=Tom
(*)=Deceased

Name: Snakebite
Gender: Tom
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
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Description: He is a rustic tom with green eyes. He has green fur from a kit-hood accident. He is easily recognizable but can easily blend in with the forest surroundings. He still has the collar from when he was trapped, his neck fur covers most of it. His name Snakebite comes from his pelt, eyes and personality.

Personality: He is a very protective tom. He has sharp teeth and claws and is known for his fierce bite. He protects his clan and has a sensitive side if any she-cat will get close enough to him to see it. If anyone crosses his path who isn't from his clan they better run with their tail hung low. If they stick around they may return to their clan without fur or a tail. He is very hostile. Snakebite can be very understanding when he feels it is right.

History:
Kit/Apprentice
Snakebite was born and raised in RiverClan. He was born a beautiful brown and black tortie. He was playful and energetic, which often lead to trouble. He was also very curious as a kit, which in turn means more trouble. He and his brothers, Adderkit and Groundkit got in alot of trouble. One time when exploring he got to close to a twoleg and was captured. This was a horrible day because the owners kids died his fur green because they thought it would be fun. He then escaped ran away and back to RiverClan. When he returned her found out that his brother and parents passed away during a recent war. This helped him develop his new and fierce personality which grew during his intense training. He often spent time with Adderpaw when he was grieving. He pushed himself to be better and better, no success was good enough.
Warrior
When Aurastar made him a warrior he was named Snakebite. This name was derived from his fierce personality which struck fear into a cat just as a snake's bite would. He was given two apprentices which he pushed and pushed to become great warriors like himself. Leafblade and Petalsong turned into excellent warriors because of him. He trained Petalsong with Adderstrike and his apprentice.

Other: Looking for a mate



Name: Silverwind

Age: 30 Moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: RiverClan

Position: Warrior

Description: Silvermist is a lithe yet muscular she-cat. She has small dainty paws and her ears are on the smaller side. She has a sleek silver pelt. Black tabby stripes mark her body. She has beautiful forest green eyes.

Personality: Silverwind is a kind and social she-cat. She loves to talk to anyone and everyone. She absolutely loves making new friends. She is a great listener and is always there to talk. In battle she will do anything to protect her clanmates.

History: Silverwind was born to Icewing and Ivyleaf. She was born along with a sister, Goldenkit. As kits she was the social one and Goldenkit kept to herself. When she was apprenticed she was excited. She trained hard and adored meeting cats at gatherings. Now she is a loyal warrior of RiverClan with her sister Goldenclaw.

Name: Flameheart

Gender: She-cat

Age: 15 moons

Clan: RiverClan

Position: Medicine Cat

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Description: Flameheart is a slim built ginger tabby. She has dark red stripes on her upper body. She has medium sized paws and a long tail. She has deep blue eyes and a pink nose. Her ears are medium sized and almost all red.

Personality: Flameheart is a very gentle she-cat. She loves to help her fellow clanmates and would help a cat of another clan if neccesary. She loves to work with herbs and knows them as if she worked with them since she was a kit. She is very patient and will do anything to learn and let her abilities grow.

History: Flameheart was born in RiverClan. She was born to Silvermist and C.J. Her father was C.J a loner who mated with her mother and then was killed by a her mother's jealous clanmate. Silvermist then left her kit in Wind CLan and committed suicide. She wanted to be with C.J forever. Flameheart has sice become RiverClan's medicine cat because she shares such a close bond to StarClan.

Sample IC: See other bios.

Other: Mother- Silvermist
Father- C.J
Siblings- None






Emberstare


22 Moons


She-cat


RiverClan


Warrior







Emberstare is a friendly she-cat. She loves to hang out with kits and queens. She wants to be friends with everyone and keeps an upbeat attitude. She tries not to let her blindness get her down. She is very determined and sharp. She is ferocious in battle using her heightened senses to her advantage.



Emberstare wasn't born blind. She actually nearly perfect vision, and could see the littlest movements. She showed great promise going into her apprenticehood. She was an amazing apprentice, hunting and fighting with percision. Everything changed when a border skirmish occured. She was on a border patrol when shadowClan accused them of stealing prey. Instead of talking, a giant tom lept at her. She was only 8 moons at the time. He clawed at her eyes, leaving her broken and bloody. After many moons of healing, she learned to cope with the loss of her sight. She trained hard, learning to see with her ears. After puyshing through tons of obstacles she became a warrior. At 22 moons, she's only been a warior for 3 moons.


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Name:Flutterlily
Age:32 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Deputy
Description: A silver tabby cat with amber eyes, that are surrounded by a light white patch of fur. Her fur is a mixture of silver, and white. There is also streaks of black running through her fur into a lined pattern that start breaking up as they go down her body. Her chest fur is white, and is causing the lines of black to break. Her paws are pure black, the fur slightly longer than her paws, but only to cover her claws. The tip of her ears have white with black on the very tip. Her tail is silver with black and white rings running up her tail, the very tip is silver. There is a scar on her paw from a ripped out claw when she was a young kit.
Personality:Flutterbreeze is definitely a quiet cat. She doesn't like to talk too much, but that sometimes gets the better of her. She will stand up for what she believes in, and isn't afraid to stand up in front of tons of cats and speak. She is brave, and Flutterbreeze sometimes jumps to conclusions too quickly. When she speaks, most cats listen to her, because she knows her stuff. She doesn't tend to insert herself into things, and she lets other cats drag her in. She is a sweet cat who might be quiet, but when she speaks up, she may have good points. She is not afraid of a lot of things, but somethings tend to be different.

History: Flutterbreeze's life has always been simple. She was born to a young she-cat and tom, along with her older brother. As a kit, her brother got into EVERYTHING, while Flutterkit just stood on the sidelines and watched. One day, after they were apprentices, her brother got into a fight with a couple of the senior warriors. They went out hunting, and only Flutterpaw came back. She said that they split up, and she looked forever for him, but she just couldn't find him. Patrols were sent out, but they never found Twisterpaw.
A few moons later, Flutterbreeze saw him at a Gathering. He had joined WindClan, and already had a mate of his own, Thornberry. She was pregnant with his kits, and he said he had changed his name.
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Activity: Most of the week except for like two days
Deputies's Role: Make Patrols
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Name:Spypaw
Age:13 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Windclan
Position: Warrior
Description:A very small tom, with white fur and ice blue eyes. His tail and his paws are black, and his ears on the very tips have tiny spots of black. His legs are short allowing him to be faster then most other cats. There is a scar on his right hind leg from a cat's bite. There is strip of black running over the small of his back, but it doesn't go past that. It tends to either have him blend in or stick out depending on where he is.

Personality:A very strong-willed cat who has many friends. He is not the loner type like his father, he is more of the talkative type just like his mom. He tends to like to be so quiet, so that when he sneaks up on other cats they don't notice. Sometimes he bits off more of a problem then he can chew, but he still doesn't ask for help from anyone because he doesn't want to be seen as a weakling like other cats might see him.

History:
His father and mother died in a battle, shortly after his was born. He was raised by another queen, but when he needed help, he kept trying to help himself. He was raised to be strong and protective. He was one cat who would protect his clan through it all. He doesn't remember much about his parents, so he searches for the truth behind them. He wants to know more about the parents he lost when he was too young to remember. He has only been an apprentice for a few moons, so things are still taking some getting used to, but he is a lot better off then he was before.
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Name:Snowfeather
Age:34 moons
Gender:Tom
Clan:Riverclan
Position:Warrior
Description:A ginger colored tom with white on the tip of his tail. His amber eyes are surrounded by white fur, that looks more like it blends with the ginger. He has a scar on his tail from when he got bitten by a baby adder, the mark always reminds how dangerous baby snakes can be. His paws are a mix of ginger and white, which makes them look like someone dragged claws across his paws but they didn't. One of his ears is torn, from when he got it clawed at by a young apprentice that he refused to hurt.


Personality:A sweet, and quiet tom. He tends to make him way into the groups even when they ignore him. He is shy, but he is trying to change, and this is how he feels that he can. He is , trying to impress the other cats more then anything else. He is strong, but weak in the mind, but strong in the paws. Don't underestimate him since he has alot of strength.

History:Doesn't know his parents, but he does know that they have a connection with a cat from another clan. He knows that Bloodystorm knows his parents, so he tries to get awnsers from him. He has two younger sisters who have been taken to a different clan, to be kept safe from someone in the clan he is in, but he doesn't know who. He has snuck away from the camp to find out more, but he always gets caught. He wants to find his parents before anything else happens. He has gotten a bit of a feeling that something or someone is keeping them away. But he can't put his finger on who it is. So he keeps on searching for them.





Name:Sugarkit

Age: 5 moons

Gender: She-kit

Clan: Shadowclan

Position: Kit

Description:A orange cream colored tabby kit with green eyes. Her fur is not that long, but it can get dirty if she bends close to the ground. Her ears are slightly bent forward a little but not always. She is smaller than her some of her siblings, and she tends to blend in with certain structures. She has a happy look in her green eyes, which seems to look like a glint in her eye, and makes her seem so cute.

Personality: She is an energetic young kit who is a bit hyperactive. She is a kind, sweet little kit, that is friends with everyone and wants to make everyone happy. She can be a bit immature, and she tends to act more kit-like than many of the kits in the nursery. She is very happy cat that does her best to keep a happy look on her face, and keep everyone happy. She doesn't let her problems worry her, it's all about everyone else to her.

History:Sugerkit was born to the She-cat Snowpowder and the tom Sunfall. She hated her father because she had seen him and Lavakit sneak out at night even though she didn't know what they were doing. She knew that the tom cared about the rat of a brother more than he cared about Sugarkit and the rest af the litter. She wanted to be loved by her father too. She also realized that Lavakit slept in abit late on most days. She also realized that the days when Lavakit wasn't taken from the nest was the days that he went out by himself. She wondered why.

Suddenly the foxes attacked and Snowpowder made the kits go into the leader's den for safe keeping away from the aweful foxes. When they stepped into the leader's den they saw Sunfall there attacking the clan leader. Her eyes were wider then ever. Sunfall was thrown off of the clan leader and Lavakit attacked him with amazing battle moves. Had this been what he was doing on all those late nights? Learning battle moves for 4 moons straight?

Once the fight was over and Sunfall was beaten by the leader. They went back out and found Snowpowder dead. She had been killed by those stupid foxes. From then on Sugarkit hated Lavakit and his father. She would never concider herself and her other siblings to be related to those two ever again.


Name:ShimmerSpark
Age:26 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Position:Warrior
Description:A white she-cat her amber eyes tend to stick out because of her fur. She has one streak of black down her back, which may seem wierd to other cats, but her father was black so yea. The tip of her tail is scarred because of a bit from a rival cat in a battle. That is one of the few scars she actually has. The tip of her right ear is black, yet she never says why her fur is black in certain areas.


Personality:A sweet cat who tends to help anyone, since she was always doing that for moons even when she was younger. She is a strong cat, but not when it comes to speaking her mind, or standing up to certain cats. She is one who agrees with a lot of things because she is afraid of not fitting in. She is brave, but she tends to keep things away from her. She is always the one who tends to cower when something scary happens to her or anyone around her.

History:She was a very sweet and out of the way kit. She always listened and never really did anything to get herself into trouble. She always wanted the other cats to think that she was such a great kit, and would never really do anything without thinking about it first. She had been raised by a queen that she didn't really know. One day that Queen vanished, then reappeared again but she didn't understand what happened and she never thought about it again.

Even as an apprentice cats were mean to her. She let them walk all over her and never really did anything. All she wanted out of the other apprentices was friends. So she just let them use her for anything they wanted.

When she became a warrior, she finally moved away from the cats that liked to use her. She became stronger trying to keep herself from repeating the same mistakes all over again.




Name:Stormflight
Age:34 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan:Windclan
Position:Warrior
Description:A bracken color cat, his tail and the tip of his ears are white. His eyes are a deep blue, the fur around them is brown and black. There is a golden tinge to his fur, when he stands in the right light. He is a muscular cat, with small body, and very strong legs. His left hind leg causes him to limp because of an old injury from another cat in one of his first fights. His right ear is torn, because of another cat, but that was while training with his mentor, before he became a warrior.
Personality:A cat who is a mess of emotions. His emotions are more of the kind type, but get him angry enough and his personality changes. He is very stubborn, so it's not easy to get him to do things for you unless you are his superior cat. Most of his emotion is happiness, thought there is a slight sadness when he talks sometimes. He is very caring for young cats and very helpful to the leader and the elders and even the queens. He hopes to have a mate and kits of his own, that is his dream. He tends to make more confusion then good, but that is only some of the times.


History:His mother gave birth to him in secret, but she cared for him the best she could. She had hidden him from his father, so no one knew who his father was until his father finally came back and then noticed that he had a son. At first he treated the kit with the utmost care, until the young kit said he didn’t know why the clans always had to fight. Instead of explaining that to the young kit, he just yelled at him and said you are no son of mine. He threw his son out of his mind, not caring that this young cat was actually his. So his son grew up full of hatred towards his father, only his mother saw the nice side of him. He didn’t even cry when his father died, he just said goodbye to his father and told him that he always loved him and nothing, no nothing could ever change that. And he was sorry that this was how his life had ended, but then he finds out that his father isn’t dead, and he will show up with the Fire cat that showed up in this young kit’s dreams. Now he is a full fledged warrior and he is still waiting for his father to return to him.



Name:Twisterpaw
Age:12 moons
Gender:Tom
Clan:Windclan
Position:Apprentice
Description:A grey and white cat, the underside of his belly is white, and so are his paws. His eyes are green, just like his mothers, but they have a hint of blue in them, which he inherited from his father. His fur his black striped which tends to run in with the grey, so it's not that easy to see. Around his eyes, the fur color is grey but there is black streaked through it, his father's eyes were like that. His underbelly has a long scar on it, from a fight with a badger when he was just an apprentice.


Personality: A cat who is a twister of emotions. His emotions are more of the kind type, but get him angry enough and his personality changes. He is very stubborn, so it's not easy to get him to do things for you unless you are his superior cat. Most of his emotion is happiness, thought there is a slight sadness when he talks sometimes. He is very caring for young cats and very helpful to the leader and the elders and even the queens. He hopes to have a mate and kits of his own, that is his dream.


History:A cat born into a small family, the two other kits died of malnutrition, seeing as in this litter was born during the worst season for cats to be born, when all the leafs fall and the prey is scarce. His mother took care of him the best she could making sure he got enough milk to keep him alive. She also had the father sleep with them when he wasn't out on patrols to keep the young cat warm. He caught green cough when he was a moon away from becoming an apprentice, but he recovered. Because of that he became an apprentice a moon late, but he still progressed making his way to a warrior just as soon as everyone else. It didn't bug him that he was the only one of his litter left. His father and his mother have died in battles, so he is the only one of his whole family left, or at least so he thinks.


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Name:Flashfire
Age:28 moons
Gender:Male
Clan:Shadowclan
Position:Warrior
Description:His fur is black with white specks so he tends to stick out a bit. His eyes are amber, so they tend to stick out when he is hiding but only if cats look. The fur around his eyes is black, but it almost looks like a deep blue matching the sky. He has a scar on his chest from his enemy Shadowfire. His fur actually shows the deep blue when the light shines on it. The only difference between the two is the scars. His fur is darker then the other two even though they are all related.

Personality:A cat who has no rage in him, despite what has been done to him. He has more fear then anything but he still is very good at hiding it. He only seems to show his fear when his father shows up in his dreams. He has a sense of revenge that he wants to take out on his father. And he will stop at nothing to do it.


History:He was thrown out before his father died, well more of his father scared him out. He watched his father and mother died, then took his younger siblings back to the clan where they belonged. he had been offered a chance to stay,but he said right now he had to find a way to make sure they were safe. His heart had frozen into stone, and only someone who cares could fix that. He works to repair the damage his father cause to his life.His only problem is being afraid of being betrayed again. He has to move on with his life, but until he lets go of his fear he can't.He isn't letting anyone in, not even his denmates. He fought with his father everytime he had the chance.
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Name: Iceshock
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Description: You hear a crackling hiss shake under the roaring thunder. You dodge at what looked to be a big piece of ice come spiraling towards you. No. Not ice, but a cat. A she-cat, and smaller than the average forest cat. Was this cat domestic? Not possible, because she wasn't fat. Lean and muscular. You remember seeing her always hang around a particular warrior in Riverclan. Oh yea, Echostorm.

This she-cat is not jet black, maybe a little lighter, but not grey. Her chest seems to form an almost-perfect circle, that connects to a bigger oval of white going down her belly.

Her eyes are a shocking light, light blue, and stare at you glaringly. You puff your chest out, and grin. The cat hissed menacingly. Apparently she wasn't into males. The she-cat raised her paw, and you are surprised by her slightly-white paw pads, and her white-grey claws.

A long, long, looong tail curls perfectly around her two back legs. It's tipped with a snowy white, as if dipped in snow. She also has white toes.

You tilt your head and grin as she softens her gaze, and calls out: "I am Iceshock of Riverclan, who are you?"

Personality: She's definably NOT a girly girl, and is sometimes mistaken for a male. She is small, but not really small. She is very strong, and fast. Iceshock isn't the smartest one in the clan, though, and is joked around about it.

Iceshock can also have a very sensitive attitude, and never, ever wants a mate, so, no matter how much you try, it just isn't gonna work with her.

Part of her problem is she doesn't like to be in with crowds. She probably spends most of her life hanging around with Echostorm more than anything, and doesn't care for anyone else. Iceshock ignores mostly anyone else, unless it's important or clan-related.

Another part is she judges off the bat by the looks of somebody. So if a kittypet comes in wearing a pink collar, she go right up to the cat and start a big fight.

History: Iceshock was born with a big litter, so her mother never really had time for her all the time, and thats how Iceshock came with her personality. She always strayed from her litter, and the clan, preferring to be alone, away from all the commotions. Of course, some warrior found that out soon enough. Tellerheart had saw her leave camp, and brought her back to her mother, telling her everything.

Her mother was not pleased, and had scolded Iceshock every chance she got. Iceshock was brought to tears, and ran. She ran and ran, and ran into Shadowclan patrol. Venompaw, Coalpaw, Daggerclaw, and Staggerclaw, both twins.

Icekit was afraid. Venompaw had taught her a hard lesson. Batting her around like a rag doll. The patrol had left her, laughing.

Icepaw had held her head high when she was given her apprentice name. But all of a sudden, Shadowclan had attacked, and there, was Venompaw.

She and him fought till the end. Venompaw had won, strength and slyness. Icepaw was beaten, physically, and internally. One day she would have her revenge.

Months after, she was made Iceshock, warrior of Riverclan, and had become great friends with Echopaw
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Name: Fernleaf
Age: 19 Moons.
Gender: Female
Clan: Windclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Description: Walking onto the territory of the lean, and fast Windclan cats.

Something immediantly catches your eyes like the blistering light of the Sun, and there stands a cat that 's fluffy soft fur shimmered colors of Orange, and black as dark as the darkest midnights on Earth's tilt.

Eyes relish with a green so deep you are mesmerized. Like the Fern in her name, her eyes stand for it.

She stands in a regal pose, chest puffing out her gorgeous fur. Her paws bear claws of the feared tiger, and pointed tufts of fur pointing out of her angled ears.

Gorgeous, regal, and Medicine cat, Fernleaf is meant for Windclan
Personality: Keen in senses, smart, serious, and sometimes a bit sensitive.

She is sometimes a little blind, but being able to see extremely well in the dark, and has a very good nose, she doesn't mind being partly blind.

Fernleaf is exquisitely smart, and knows her herbs and wounds well. She also knows every cat in her clan and who they are, what they are, and what they do in their days, so she knows to expect an injury now and then.

Sometimes, if she's in a bad mood, she can get sensitive, and hard to deal with. Talk about her looks and talk about her, she's not afraid to jump in and argue with you and tell you whats wrong and whats right with her. Fernleaf will tell you herself what she's like and how she is. And she definitely doesn't want someone else describing her except herself.

This young cat is very serious of what she does. Medicine cat wasn't her dream, but she still treats it like it was. Fernleaf will not let her clan down, and will heal every cat that's in need of help, whether is kills her to do so.

History: I mewed eagerly for my mothers soft tongue clean my bloody, sticky coat, and I curled inwards towards her belly, and started to feed.

It was my first day in the world, and I could already smell an odd mixture of many plants. It.. was so interesting, and I wanted to know what it was.


I am now an apprentice, and I don't know what I want to do. I want to be a Medicine Cat, but I really want to be a warrior. What is right for me?

My path is chosen, though. Herbs are right for me. My large memory was meant for it, and my loving personality.


Still an apprentice, but I am now MEDICINE cat apprentice. Windclan has no medicine cat, but in my dreams, a young cat teaches me everything, and so it's alright


Fernkit, Fernpaw, and now Fernleaf. I was rightfully given my Medicine cat name, and went to Moon pool. I am proud, and I will heal my clan till the end

Activity: -Dur!
Medicine Cat's Role:

Lavender: Cures fevers

Dock: Chewed up, and applied to soothe stinging scratches

Mouse-Bile: Horrible Smelling, and used for annoying ticks

Cob-Webs: Used to stop bleeding on wide scratches

Marigold: Chewed as a pulp, and applied to stop infection


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Name: Venomstrike
Age: 33 Moons.
Gender: Male
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Deputy
Description: You walk upon Shadowclan territory because of a stupid bet you made with your friends. You suddenly hear a rustle, and a lean, looong cat slithers like a snake from the bushes. You jump back as his highly defined muscles ripple under his glowing coat of silver and grey, like the moon reflecting the blinding light of sun. His Bengal spots silver, and shiny like a million tiny stars that fell from the sky and blessed this cats pelt with the beauty of their wonderous shine and sparkle.

His eyes are a dirty brown, but slightly reflect a poisonous maroon, like blood that was bit by the deadly pit viper. You cannot stare into them for too long, flinching back at their deadly gaze. Like staring into the eyes of a cobra, unbearable.

Gleaming pairs of white points stick out of his muzzle. As if he was eating a bunch of white needles. You look down at his small paws, and see unsheathed claws. Like daggers. You wouldn't want to be caught under those might claws.

You quickly stumble back, and run back to your own clan in fear for your life. You will never be caught with this cat again.

Personality: His heart is like a black tide rushing through an open sea. He has his mind set on killing and blood-shed. Shadow suits him best, for he cannot bear any other.

His heart may be dark, but his mind is bright with intelligence. He can think up a plan for any sticky situation in a flash. Venomstrike has all his loyalty to Shadowclan, and Shadowclan alone.

He's lonely, and desperate. Only love can cure his black heart, but no cat can get past his sourness and his hard attitude. He wants children to grow his home clan, and for them to become great warriors, but alas, it cannot happen, for his sour tongue drive away others and possible she-cats.

Venomstrike can hide his feelings better than any other. He has gotten well at it, when he is hurt, he acts blank, when he is happy, he acts blank, and so on and so forth.

History: Born a kit, he has sisters and brothers in all clans, but his mother was the one to stay with him in Shadowclan. She poured her heart onto him, giving him her love and life. Spilling blood for him, protecting him when a fox was on the move, but Venomkit never loved her back

His mother, Roseviper, gave him everything. She desperatly wanted her kit to love her, but it just wouldn't happen.

Roseviper watched her son grow into a deadly apprentice. She was so proud, so happy. She'd come and rest her tail on his shoulder, and love him, and be with him, and be there when he became a warrior, but she had to watch from the sidelines.

Venomstrike grew to a warrior. Roseviper attempted to go up to him, and lick his ear, but was shot at the heart with a his, and a glare. That tore her heart right out from her chest. She just couldn't bear any more. Roseviper ended her life by throwing her and a fox off a cliff.

Venomstrike had seen it all, and went back and told them, but they became mistakened and thought he killed the fox, attempted to save Roseviper's life. He was mad deputy for the wrong thing, but he's kept quiet.

Activity: Actually, probably every possible day I can, which is every day!
Deputies's Role: Gathering patrols, and treating every cat equally

Watching out for the clan when the leader can not

Being prepared to be leader if something happens to the old one

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

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Name: Jayfeather
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Medicine Cat
Description: Thick furred grey tabby tom with pale blue eyes. He has a slender build, but strong shoulders and flank. His tail is a good length - not too short and not too long - and the texture of his fur is very fine. He has striking blue eyes that seem to stare straight into your soul, and almost always has a sour expression on his face (if any expression at all, as he is a master of the poker face) and tends to be just as sour in attitude. He has long legs and slightly large ears, as well as a well defined black nose.
Personality: Jayfeather is prickly and impaitent but also somewhat of a martyr when it comes to just sitting through things he'd rather avoid. He sometimes feels his blindness makes everyone look down on him and yet knowing about his powers - greater than even StarClan's - makes him feel superior, as well. But Jayfeather is, despite his temperment and general air of indifference, a very caring and determined cat. He wants nothing better than the best for his Clan, and is loyal if not a little full of himself.
History: Jayfeather's parents were Leafpool and Crowfeather - making him half ThunderClan and half WindClan. But his mother gave he and his brother and sister - Hollyleaf and Lionblaze - to her sister Squirrelflight to raise, both pretending that they were Squirrelflight's kits to begin with because Leafpool was a Medicine cat. Jayfeather grew up knowing nothing of his unconventional heritage. But soon the lies began to unravel, and Jayfeather learned of the prophecy concerning him and his siblings, as well as their troublesome history. He never quite resented Leafpool - except for her decision to stop being a medicine cat because of her kits. But Jayfeather knows now what lies ahead in the shadows - a great battle between the forces of darkness and light (almost literally).
Name: Rainfrost
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Description: Golden tabby she-cat with hazel eyes and a white flecked pelt.
Personality: Rainfrost is best known for being somewhat bipolar. She's normally a very calm and quiet sort of she-cat, with a good temperment and thoughtful approach to life. But when the mood is right she can be very easily angered, and when her temper errupts she'd like a Hydrogen bomb. Most of her Clanmates know to keep their distance, and when her fiery temper is on her side Rainfrost will never back down.
History: Rainfrost's parent's names were Hawktalon and Leafbelly. Her tortoiseshell mother was a well known beauty in the camp, with only one strange flaw to her stately majesty; dark scars that ran across her belly, where fur never grew back. She'd been burned as a kit by some funny Twoleg liquid, and the fur had never grown back from where it had fallen out. But Leafbelly was determined to make the most of what she had. Hawktalon was a handsome and charasmatic tom, who could probably have chosen any she-cat in the Clan. But he fell in love with the paitent and kind Leafbelly, who was always so eager to help others. They had kits together - only one litter, as Leafbelly died giving birth to her kits. Only two of the three kits were born before their mother passed on to StarClan; a tabby she-kit and a black tom. Hawktalon named the she-kit Rainkit, and the tom Hollowkit. The two kits grew up very distanced from the Clan. They were adopted by an old queen named Willowbark, who was not at all a kind sort of she-cat. She punished Rainkit and Hollowkit whenever they did something wrong, to the point where it drove the two kits insane. Finally Rainkit suggested they go searching for a different Clan to live in. "Anything is better than here!" she had said. She led Hollowkit out into the wilderness, trying to find some trace of another Clan. But it was the middle of Leafbare, and the cold soon drove them into a small hollow. They left at Sunhigh the next day, hungry and freezing. In the blizzard, Rainkit got seperated from Hollowkit. She called out as hard as she could, but she never found him. Hawktalon managed to find her and bring her home, but she was never the same bold kit she'd been. Only a few circumstances would bring out the old her in bursts of fiery temper, but otherwise she was always quite stoic and shy. She was apprenticed to her father, who worked hard to make her feel accepted. But Rainpaw was always distant, always quiet. She didn't like working with the other apprentices, and was harsh and merciless in battle training so that no other cat wanted to practice with her. She trained hard, though, and Hawktalon was proud of her when she got her Warrior name and finally settled in to her life as a warrior of ThunderClan. But Rainpaw knew she would forever be haunted by the loss of her dearest and only friend, Hollowkit.






Name: Icepetal
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Age: 24 Moons
Rank: Warrior

Description: Frosty white she-cat with fiery amber eyes. She is slim and delicate in size and weight, but quick on her paws and even quicker with her wit. She is very graceful and beautiful, with long hindlegs and fair sized forelegs that allow her to jump to a good height with minimal effort. Her tail is surprisingly short, but that was after a scrape with some cats in the past. It healed rather well, though. She has well shaped ears - if a little large at that - and a roman-arched nose that gives her an exotic look.

Personality: Icepetal is quiet and shy, having lived in her brother's shadow her whole life. She is always refined and elegant around her Clanmates, but when she's alone she likes to simply enjoy all around her. She's very sweet and caring, with a warm heart and a generous spirit. Icepetal's heritage, however, makes her feel at odds with her Clan at times.

History: Icepetal and her brother, Brambletail, were born outside of RiverClan. Their mother, a RiverClan warrior named Swanwing, ran from her Clan so that she could live with her exiled mate; a treacherous tom called Stonetail. Stonetail accepted her and his kits into the small rouge Clan he was building. He raised his kit - named Bramblekit - into a strong young cat, making him fight and learn to survive. But Bramblekit refused to let anyone touch his sister - from the moment he could defend himself, he kept her hidden and safe from every cat that would try to train her as his father trained him. He told Icekit that he didn't know how he could live without her. But soon Twolegs came and destroyed the Clan by scaring off the prey and building new nests. The two kits had become apprentices, and Bramblepaw refused to let his sister die in the starvation that filled their camp. So he took weak little Icepaw and led her away, into the forest. There they came across their mother's old Clan. Bramblepaw begged them to allow him and his sister to stay, never saying where they came from - he didn't have to. While he bore only a faint resemblance to Stonetail - in that he had the same thick, spiky fur on his tail - Icepaw was the spitting image of her mother, Swanwing. The Clan allowed them to stay but only warily - they were always watched. Bramblepaw fought and hunted harder than any other apprentice, working for Icepaw as she lay in the Medicine cat's den, sick with starvation and frailty. Finally, when she was strengthened by the Medicine cat's care, she joined her brother and they became closer than ever. But Bramblepaw was always as wary of his Clanmates as they were of him, so he protected her from them as he used to do in their rouge Clan. Eventually Bramblepaw and Icepaw were accepted into the Clan, and were made warriors - Brambletail and Icepetal.


Name: Brambletail
Gender: Tom
Clan: RiverClan
Age: 24 Moons
Rank: Warrior

Description: Tabby tom with thickly furred black tail. He is much larger than his sister, with the same long hindlegs but shorter and thicker forelegs. He has thick shoulders and a well toned, powerful body as well as sharp teeth and overlong claws. His face is wreathed in lighter fur than the rest of his body, accenting his strangely angled nosebridge and fine sized slanting black ears. His eyes are a very pure hazel, with tints of yellow and amber mixed in.

Personality: Determined, loyal, strong - an ideal warrior in most ways. He is very hard to understand, since he grew up knowing and loathing nothing but blood and pain. His tender heart and deep care for his sister make little sense, but Brambletail has always taken after his mother Swanwing more than his violent, bloodthirsty father. Brambletail is intelligent and strong, with little to fear besides fear itself. And he would never betray his Clan like his father did - that is one thing he is sure of.

History: SEE ABOVE.





Name: Renegade


Age: 16 Moons


Gender: Tom


Clan: xxx


Rank: Rouge


Personality: Renegade lives for thrills. He's adventurous and always looking for new experiences, and he sees murder as competition - which cat can kill the other first. He never hesitates when he wins, saying it would slander his honor to leave a foe alive. Renegade is surprisingly optimistic, unlike his dark sister, Chaos. Renegade adores any sort of racing, running, leaping, climbing, hunting or fighting, and he barely has the paitence to sit still for five minutes.

History: Renegade was born into a litter of three. He was the youngest, with the next oldest being his sister, Chaos, and the eldest was a young tom whose name was unknown. From the beginning their brother got all the attention and all the love of their mother, leaving Renegade and Chaos to deal with their own problems. Renegade and his sister were not named by their mother. They named themselves since no one else saw it fit to do so. Renegade became just as he named himself; a total wild child. Chaos, on the other hand, took a more subdued path. She kept to the shadows and never spoke unless she was spoken to, which was not often. But in the end, it was her cold, plotting mind that had brought doom onto the rouge band she had lived with. And brought both of them to the forest.






Name: Chaos


Age: 16 Moons


Gender: She-cat


Clan: xxx


Rank: Rouge


Personality: Dark and cunning, Chaos keeps to the shadows and only emerges when it's too late to defend. Ignored and hated from the beginning, Chaos grew up in lonely torment. She always had a mind for murder and stealth, and in the end she was consumed by her hatred and along with her brother devised a plot unlike any seen before.

History: Renegade was born into a litter of three. He was the youngest, with the next oldest being his sister, Chaos, and the eldest was a young tom whose name was unknown. From the beginning their brother got all the attention and all the love of their mother, leaving Renegade and Chaos to deal with their own problems. Renegade and his sister were not named by their mother. They named themselves since no one else saw it fit to do so. Renegade became just as he named himself; a total wild child. Chaos, on the other hand, took a more subdued path. She kept to the shadows and never spoke unless she was spoken to, which was not often. But in the end, it was her cold, plotting mind that had brought doom onto the rouge band she had lived with.






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Name: Tayr (Boss) <-- nickname
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: none
Position: Loner
Description: Tayr is the second largest of his gang. He is, as they all are, pure black but unlike his comrades he has a silvery color to his coat instead of a brown-red one. His eyes are (or were) a hazel color, that it until an encounter as a kit caused him to lose his right eye. It now has a milky sheen and is partially closed. He can't see out of it, but his eyesight from his left is sufficent enough. He has coarse fur (though it doesn't appear so) and some patches are missing (Twoleg chemicals spilled on him in a battle once and it never grew back). He has a firm build and his tail is almost entirely paralyzed (save for the base). He can hold it up but can't raise it above his flank.
Personality: Tayr is (unquestionably) the most stubborn cat any of his companions had ever met. But he has always been generous and considerate, as well as determinated and never afraid to give his all to protect those precious to him. Tayr doesn't speak of his past, but he often says that there is no doubt it shaped him into the battle-worn, strong character he is. While Tayr is the strong and silent type, he's also got a good sense of humor and is very friendly with other cats. He's accepting and understanding, if not a bit impaitent and entirely obssessed with the safety of his Gang.
History:

Greetings, friend. It has been many a moon since I had visitors. My name is Starweep. A strange name, yes? But such is my legacy. I am a traveler of sorts - quite as yourself, I expect? It is nice to know my ways are shared, and that settling down is no longer the neccesity my father made it. I grew up in a very cruel world. You ask me to tell you of it? My story is not quite exciting, too formal I think. But I will tell you the story of a good friend of mine - perhaps my own tale can be told through it. He has become quite the legend, I hear! I have followed him for a long time, gathering his story. His name was once Tangleray. He lived in the same alleyways as me, among cats that called themselves BloodClan. They were trecherous, but so were we. We adopted the ways of the "Clan" and formed our own alliances with BloodClan. Tangleray and I were born around the same time. We grew up in the same den - a strange but new custom began by our parent's generation. We played together, grew close. As time passed, I began to love the stubborn, adventurous little kit that was my best friend. We ran together for many moons, and finally it was time for us to preform the ceremony to be accepted as Fighters of our family. My only rites were to go through a series of tests - all of which I passed easily alongside Tangleray. But as a male, he was forced to battle with the others for supremacy. The tom that won was given his choice of the new Fighter she-cats, and a fine position in the Clan. Tangleray won his battle with ease, and no cat was surprised - his father was Blooddrake, the finest Warrior in our Clan, and his mother was the clever Brittlehope. I remember my heart beating so wildly as I hoped beyond hope - and then he looked at me and spoke my name. I couldn't believe it - and I could tell many of the others didn't, as well. My parents were Fierce and Isis, outcasts among the Clan after my father betrayed them. But my mother's loyalty had at least earned me enough place to remain in the Clan. Such a choice for the victorious male was almost unbelieveable. But Tangleray was determined. He would have no other she-cat, he always said. He loved me, he would whisper in my ear as he spent secret nights together. My mate began to rise steadily among the ranks of our Clan. I still remember the excitement I felt as I watched him be named Captain. He told me he had worked so hard for me - and at that moment I was so proud to tell him that he would soon have kits to work hard for, as well. I was so thrilled to see the love and excitement and joy on his face - it blew all my worries away. Tangleray continued to work hard to support the Clan and me. When I gave birth to our kits he was away battling with another Clan for territory. I had three beautiful kits; Iefa, Lisang, and Ray. But my mate was never to see them. The Higher Ups of our Clan had deemed me unworthy to bear the title of Queen - which was quite what they deemed would happen, as Tangleray was so young to be a Captain it seemed nothing would stop him from becoming King of our Clan. So they murdered me and took my kits - they have long since joined me here in the stars. My dearest mate returned to the news that I had ran away with the kits because I had thought him dead in the battle - one of his generals had returned to give a report, and at that time my mate had been conveniently absent so the general had "assumed" he was killed. Of course it was all lies and trickery. But poor dear Tangleray believed them, and bless him - he searched for me. He left our Clan and searched and searched until he found an elder named Greyback who had been cast out of the Clan with age. He told Tangleray the truth. The tom returned to the Clan and challenged the King. He fought a bloody battle, in which he was ambushed by the King's servants when it seemed the fight was going in his favor. Tangleray's own father struck him in the eye and blinded him, while the king bit down on his tail and severed some of the tendons, rendering it practically useless. Tangleray ran away in defeat, but felt at least that he had done something to avenge my death. He left the area and began to wander through Twolegplace. He called himself "Nameless" and fought on the behalf of the oppressed and abandoned. Cats began calling him "Nameless Moon" after tales that had long lived through the feline race of angels of the sky watching over all of catkind. Nameless, as he was known, wandered the world alone. My heart ached for him, and I visisted him in dreams to tell him to move on, to love again. But my messages were almost always lost on the wind, and he would only hurt more - so I stopped searching for him. It pained me to see how wretched he became. But one day he was walking and found a young she-cat and her brother - younger still, only a kit - fighting against several BloodClan outcasts. The kit was unable to battle for himself, so the she-cat was outnumbered three to one. He joined her side and together they managed to beat back the vicious cats. I remember seeing how happy he was to do good - it made my heart soar. He asked the she-cat if she was alright. I can still recall how her eyes shown as she thanked him. "My name is Sheyla," she said. "And this is my brother, Akuma. But you can call him Kuma, and me Lily." Her eyes were such a pretty green - and I found it strange how both she, her brother, and Nameless were as black as midnight. At that moment, my beloved faced a hard decision, and I whispered to him with all of my strength. Perhaps I flatter myself by thinking he heard, but he smiled and said "My name is Tayr." With that, their small band - he always calls it his "Gang" - was born. I was a bit sad when Tayr fell in love with the sweet, energetic Lily. But it was what I wanted deep down, so I gave him my blessing. I have ceased to watch him now, and thrive in the mystery his life has brought. Maybe I shall see him again some day? I hope so. For now I run with my kits in peace and serenity, here in the skies. You are welcome to join us. There are many more tales of heroes and cats faced with destiny that I can tell you, if your ears are open to listen...


Name: Sheyla (Lily)
Age: 21 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: none
Position: Loner
Description: Lily, as she is called, is a beautiful slim she-cat with red-tinted black fur and pleasant pale green eyes. She has long legs and is a fast sprinter, but doesn't have much stamina. She has slightly large ears, and a rowan-curved nose that gives her a sense of elegance. She has a naturally short tail, and the only scar she bears is one across her left ear (a bite from a rouge when she first met Tayr).
Personality: Lily is sweet and generous and doesn't like harming other cats or things - except when her precious little brother or family is involved. She's a bit dense, but her optimism and honesty are traits that most cats would say are more valueable than smarts. Lily is always very energetic, and never lets life get her down. She sees the best in everything, and always loves to help anyone she can. She hates to burden others, and won't stand to have anyone worry about her.
History:
Put down that mouse, silly kit! Oh, hello! I didn't see you there. Excuse me a moment. No! I mean right now! You should have more respect for your food, Mimi! Ah, now where was I? Oh yes, welcome to Shi-sang, stranger! Don't look so worried; all cats are welcome here! Whaaat? You mean you've never heard of Shi-sang? Hunter's Teeth! I've not met a cat before you that hasn't heard of Shi-sang. This here is the village of cats, friend! It's a secret place in the Twoleg alleyways where we can all be safe. Oh, you're looking for a tale of a friend of yours? Tell me the name and I may be of help. Shelya? Do you mean Sheyla Jadelily? Why, she used to live here a mouse's lifetime ago! Haven't seen much of her, but I've heard plenty o' stories. Have a seat, stranger, and I'll tell ya all about ole Lily. Her parents were Darsi Tigerfang and Sayuri Jadelily - why the similar tailnames, you ask? That's how our community works. The she-cats take their mother's tailname and the toms take their father's. That's how it goes. Anyhow, Darsi and Sayuri's mating was somewhat political - Darsi was the Lord's youngest son, and Sayuri's mother was the distant relative of the Lord. This made her an obvious choice - especially bringing in her beauty. If you've met her stranger, you could easily know how prized a catch she was for those eyes of hers - and her fur, which some said was as fine as Twoleg's silk. Their first litter was a bad one - two kits, both sickly. They lasted only a few dawns before they joined our ancestors. I remember how the grief took Sayuri's spirit. She didn't care about anything anymore. But her second litter seemed to bring back life. There were three kits - all she-cats - Myha, Caaza, and Shelya. Darsi was displeased, as he needed a tom to take his place as Ambassador between the Shi-sang cats and some rouges bands who'd always been causin' us a bit of trouble. Sayuri was always telling us other females how she didn't want more kits, but Darsi was insistent. The litter was born - two kits. Darsi was angry when he heard that one was a she-cat, but as soon as he heard that she was stillborn he was no longer concerned. "At least I won't have to feed another useless mouth." He said. But then he learned of the one surviving kit - his only son. He showered little Akuma Tigerfang with all his affections. He loved his son and no other kit. Myha and Caaza came to hate their brother, but Shelya showed him tolerance and even a bit of fondness. She grew up happy and content, with her mother's love enough and her father's indifference meaning little to her spirit. She loved her brother with an optimistic love, never calculating or questioning. And Akuma grew to love no cat better than his sister. But Myha and Caaza grew to plot against him, and by the time he was old enough to be named his father's heir they murdered their father - no cat can tell me it was Sheyla and Akuma, like those two halfwits said, I won't believe them - and I talked with Shelya as she fled with Akuma. The little tom was so scared - and rightly so. His sisters wanted to kill him. Shelya told me to protect Shi-sang, and not to worry. "I'll never let anything hurt Akuma. I'd rather die." She would always tell me. Sayuri killed herself soon after her kits left - a sorrowful way to die, throwing oneself before a Twoleg monster. But she died with no regrets, I've always believed. No regrets but not living the freedom she'd always dreamed of. I don't know what happened to Lily after she left the city - perhaps she met some nice tom and settled down? I like to think so. Oh? You want a tour of the village? Why certainly. There's no cat better than Kana Ravenstar at navigating these alleys! Follow me, stranger, and I'll tell you more stories, if you like. After all, gossip is also one of my specialties!



Name: Akuma (Kuma)
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: none
Position: Loner
Description: A small tom with soft black fur and slightly large ears. He looks a lot like his sister, except for his red-amber eyes. He has a good sized tail and pleasant proportions. He would only look slightly like his sister if he did not share their mother's rowan nose. He has a much smaller build but is built for long distance runs at a good pace, unlike his sister.
Personality: Akuma is gentle and quiet. While he's hyper and energetic like any young cat, he's also very mature and levelheaded. He's clever, and often outspoken. He tends to be sarcastic, and has about the same sense of humor as a rock. He likes to think of himself as handsome and strong, but despite his blown up ego he's an honest and good type of cat - despite some aggresive feelings towards any outsiders.
History: (see Shelya's)

Name: Dragon (Drae)
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: none
Position: Loner
Description: The largest cat in the bunch - strange seeing as how she's so young - Drae is a beautiful she-cat with fine black fur (a trait of her group) and shockingly bright blue-green eyes. Her most prominent feature, besides her finely curved nose and pleasantly shaped ears, is her overly long tail that grows quite thin at the tip - like the tail of a serpent. The only marking she has is a small white snip in between her shoulders. Other than that, she's nothing more than a stocky she-cat with similar looks to her companions.
Personality: Drae is outspoken, aggressive, stubborn, and does not place her trust in any cat that she doesn't know well. She's hot-tempered and impaitent and hates pretty much everything. She's a pessimist and doesn't care for any sort of "bright outlook" on life, but she doesn't complain much either. She's hard to get to know, since she's secretive and calculating, but she's a decent sort. Despite all her prickliness and irritable personality, she's utterly loyal to her friends and would sooner tear off her own limbs than see them get hurt.
History:

Oh my! A visitor! Please make yourself comfortable - have some prey, if you like. I caught just enough mice for all of my family, but I can get more. My name is Puck. This here hole in the ground is my home. I'm part of the Folk. What are the Folk, you ask? Why! I believed every cat knew of us! How strange!! But to answer your question, we are small groups of cats that wander the world in search of stories and songs to add to our gathering of catlore! Pretty interesting, huh? What? Me? Oh, I'm but a young Traveler finding her first bits of lore. Would you like to hear one of the stories I've collected? It's quite interesting, I assure you! I've spent my first years after my tutoulage gathering information about a cat that many don't know. I pride myself on being a sort of underground detective. We all know stories about the famous heroes of cats, but what about far more interesting stories of just everyday, not so famous heroes? That's what I went in search of when I saw her. Dragon. She's really a prodigy! At least I think so. Would you like to hear her story? It's quite thrilling! Yes? Well, sit down, sit! Where to begin now...? Ah yes! Dragon's mother was one of my kind - which means she's not supposed to have kits, if you don't know that. We of the Folk stand above allegiances and family ties! Interesting, right? Anyway, she abandoned our ways to mate with this strange tom named Blackfang. He came from a place called "the forest". Misha, the mother, told me lots of stories about the "Clans" he used to live in. Creepy if you ask me. Not worth hunting their songs! Anyhow, Dragon was the only kit they ever had before Blackfang died. Misha told me he sacrificed himself to save her from a Twoleg dog. It was really sad when it happened - even if Misha had fallen from the graces of the Folk. She took care of Dragon and raised her and taught her all sorts of lessons. But then, when Dragon was a bit older than four moons, she was kidnapped away! I've taken many a long and painstaking travel to piece together what happened. Misha's given name to her - something like "Farusha" which meant "serpent tail" in the ancient tongue of one of her songs - was long lost when the rouge that had taken her named her Dragon. She was taught to be an assassin for the Rouge Lord called Jin. It is a long and painful process, full of torture and hardening and brutal tests. I talked with one of her comrades, named Bent-tail, who told me of all their adventures together. Dragon came and relinquished her name, and Bent-tail became her partner. Partners lived and died together, tied with Twoleg collars connected by ropes. If Dragon died, Bent-tail died, and vice versa. Bent-tail was weak and small, and he said he always feared that he would bring death to the strong but young cat he had been partnered to. He worked hard in the tests, fighting with all his strength, but he was never a match for the bigger cats around him. Dragon, however, was more than a match for them. She was larger than any cat he'd ever seen (Misha always told me it was her mate, Blackfang's, blood), and her skill in battle only grew more and more as the moons passed. She said very little, but when she spoke one could not help but listen. "She had a commanding pressence," he told me, "With power and authority that could not be denied." She soon rallied together the assassins and servants of the Rouge Lord, telling them they deserved freedom - and Dragon led what Bent-tail and many other cats call "The Dragon's Revolution". He told me that they would never have survived without the help of Dragon. She led them to victory and freed them all. Bent-tail followed her for a short time after, but soon she drifted away from them. The years after I was never able to learn of - some sang of her helping cats here and there, and then I met a small cat who told me of quite an extraordinary tale of my lost hero. After leaving the freed cats of the Dragon Revolution, Dragon hereslf wandered the world until she came to a distant land - near the land of her father, as I understand. She found a strange group of cats fighting with some rouges, and helped them. According to the cat (one of the rouges she'd fought) she was like a whirlwind that would never stop moving. The rouge stayed long enough to see the black tom among the group offer a place in their "Gang" to her. She denied, but after searching many long dawns I found a cat who could recall to me the events that passed later. Dragon often ran into the "Gang" of black cats she'd helped, and they alternately assisted her and required her assistence. Slowly they grew into something that could be called "friends". In the end it was the little cat of their group almost being killed by a dog that decided her fate. Dragon had a soft spot for him, and would not part from his side after rescuing him single pawed from the dog - not without some injuries to her back leg which still show up now and again. But all in all, Dragon's life has led her to the acceptance and firm foundations of the Gang of Tayr. It makes me happy to be able to relate a happy ending to my first song. Well, what did you think? Oh, Folkmother! No, I wasn't boring the traveler! Was I boring you? I surely hope no! No, Folkmother, I won't take up their time anymore. I'm sorry. But don't forget my story and tell other cats, too! There's nothing like spreading the tales of your gathered lore to make you feel special! Y-yes, Folkmother, I'll stop bothering them now. Well, see ya! I have to go before Folkmother claws me. Good travels, friend!



If anyone wishes to play any of these characters please let me know, because I would like to have someone else play at least one of them. Dragon and Tayr are the only ones I want to play for sure. Thanks!


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Name: Darksear
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Description: A black tom with inconsistently soft fur and harsh green eyes. He has a long, slender build (like all WindClan cats), but also has a slight arch to his brow that makes him appear very intense (like all the time). His hindlegs are longer than his forelegs, which make him better at jumping than other cats (a blemish in his bloodline is suspected for this). He has surprisingly dark claws, and a strange silver patch along his flank that is shaped sort of like a wing. His tail is surprisingly long and thick, with a faintly silver tip. His ears are a good size and slightly pointed at the top with little tufts of fur (sort of like a lynx's). Overall he is very handsome but tends to make others uncomfortable due to his intense expression.
Personality: Darksear looks very mean and unpleasant on the outside (mostly due to the shape of his brow and eyes), but he's actually the sweetest and most caring tom (for a warrior anyway) that you'll ever meet. He's not afraid to fight for those he loves, but he's smart enough to know that a friend made for life is more precious than any enemy made for a time, and Darksear is unquestionably loyal to his friends (sometimes even to a fault). He's hard to understand and isn't all that eloquent with his speech, but he's surprisingly warm-hearted and gentle and caring, and despite being a bit aloof sometimes (thick headed tom type) he's honest and compassionate and while he has a quick temper it's also quick to cool.
History: Darksear was born into WindClan and raised beneath the Warrior Code. His parents were Kestrelwing and Morningsun. He had a sister named Lilypaw, but she died (along with his parents), in a terrible fire that sweeped the moorlands. After the loss of those cats that were dearest to him, Darkpaw began to grow less and less distant than he was used to being. He began appreciating everything in life a bit more and treasuring everyone around him with a quiet but fierce love. However, the distance between him and his Clan remain (since his father had been rumored to be a traitor and was responsible for the fire that killed his family and many other cats). Because of this, Darksear often feels out of place. Not many cats are willing to trust him, even if they discredit the rumors about his father (mostly because of his stare, which unnerves most cats).

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Fernkit
{Fernpaw}
Fernbreeze
Is known as:
The female Shadowclan Apprentice of 10 moons.
Seen from without:
Fernpaw has inheirited her mothers brown fur. It is a light creamy brown at the base with darker stripes along her back. Her tail and legs are ringed, ending in the light brown. She also has her mothers dark pink nose and green eyes that go from dark around the irises to light yellow-green. She still has really fluffy fur that she was hoping to grow out of. It makes her look pretty big, but she is tall for her age. She has really long white whiskers and her muzzle is white. She is very strong, but can be agile in battle.
And within:
Fernpaw is bitter. She feels upset by her mother choosing to become deputy over taking care of her over her brother. She loathes how everyone expects so much out of her because she's her mothers daughter. She may look like Birchstar, but she doesn't feel anything like her.
Fernpaw is lonely. Because of her bitterness regarding her mother, she has made a mess of her relationship with her mentor and friends. She is tired of her peers asking her to put in a good word to Birchstar for them. She hardly talks to Birchstar anymore, and focuses more on her training. However, she's often working on things alone, since she has caused a bit of a rift to form between her and her mentor.
Fernpaw is kind. For all her bitterness, she really does want to be a good cat. She tries to be kind to everyone, but as of late her temper has gotten the better of her. She has a hard time trying to mend those rifts, especially with her mother, who seems oblivious to the problems.
Fernpaw is sensitive. She will be hurt by something someone said and bottle it up until someone finally makes her explode. Then that cat will be the victim of a torrent of emotions. Fernpaw has trouble going back and fixing these problems.
Fernpaw is brave. She is not reckless, but will fight for her clan. Regardless she's not loyal to Shadowclan's leader, she is loyal to the clan. She wants to help Shadowclan, but is at odds with a good portion of her clanmates.
She has a past:
Fernkit was very loving and playful. She loved her mother, brother, and father. She was very frightened when loners attacked the camp when she was only five moons old. She realized she didn't know how to fight and when her mother went out of the nursery to help fight, Fernkit was very scared. When her mother was promoted, Fernkit was at first proud, but during the ceremony which the kits were allowed to attend she began to feel scared her mother wouldn't be able to protect her if something bad happened. That is the root of her bitterness. Since, she's convinced herself she can take care of herself and seeks to prove it. However, one night in anger she did not eat and the next morning on a hunting patrol she was starving (she had not had time to eat before they left). She was hunting alone and caught three pieces of prey. At first she hesistated, but then she quickly gobbled down the smallest piece of prey. She was, of course, caught and marched back to Birchstar by an icy mentor. Her mother was appalled and regardless of how Fernpaw tried to explain things, Birchstar punished her serverely.
Fernpaw is unhappy and she doesn't know how to feel better.
And a future:
Fernpaw only wishes to train hard and become a warrior to get on with her life.

Fernpaw {Night}
She-cat | 10 moons | Green | Brown | Bitter | Sensitive | Brave

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

D I R E C T O R Y !






1. Darkshock- Shadowclan

2. Monster - Loner (the Pop Family ;D)

3. 7-up - Loner (the Pop family ;D)

4. Blood stained rose - Riverclan

5. Lightbolt - Riverclan

6. Dappleshade - Thunderclan

7. Shadedpetel - Shadowclan

8. Puck - Windclan

9. Joltheart - Riverclan

10. Darkwhisker- Windclan

11. Onewhisker - Windclan *DEPUTY*

12. Thunderstripe - Thunderclan *DEPUTY*

13. Dr Pepper - Loner (the Pop family ;D)

14. Echosong - Riverclan






1
Name: Darkshock
Age: 15 moons
Gender: Male (o.o sorry)
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Description:
Darkshock is a tall black tom, his fur is sleek, and his hair is long and spiky. It has white tips, and black near the body.
His fur has white splotches, and his body is strong. You watch his movements ripple, like water, like dark shadows. And you sigh. his eyes stare around, blue as the sky.

Personality:
Darkshock may seem like a total jerk, because he is in Shadowclan...but, he is very, VERY, sweet. He is kind, and he will care about you. He has a soft heart for kits, and is a total ladies man.
He is fiercely loyal, though, because many people don't really like him, he's not cold, and rude, and abrupt, he's just kind.

History:
Darkkit was a hated kit, he was always an outcast, he used to be so small...but he soon proved himself.
He saved a younger kit, Yearkit, from death, by catching him before he fell.
Darkpaw became loved, everybody knew him, and liked him. When he became a warrior, this died down, and he became somewhat normal...


2



Name: Monster
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Loner
Position: Loner
Description:
A tall black tom, with stunning green eyes, struts around, his fur shimmering in the pale moonlite clearing of the pond. His fur is sleek, and long, handsome...that's the first word that comes to your mind. His happy, and excited jitterings, suggest that he is a very happy cat.
He jumps around, clawing at the dirt, and eyeing the water. He looks at his reflection, he dips his paw in, and yanks it out. Curious.
He seems ADD...but no, he's just strange, weird, happy, silly, funny, with green eyes, a tall, slimmed muscular body, and ears big, like trees.

Personality:
He is very K I N D H E A R T E D:
ex. he would jump to help another clan in need, even if it could kill her. This isn't always good, it can be blind and stupid too. he will sometimes hurt himself, while trying to help another.

He is the L A D I E S
man type. *Growwl* XD he loves the ladys, and the ladies love him. Yeah, but they like him for his kindness, and his smart ness, right? Yeah. R I G H T!

He is C O U R A G E O U S:
he will jump on the back of badgers to help her mentor. he will go into the dark depths of the unknown to help his friends, and family.

He is S T R A T E G I C:
You know all those awesome invasion plans that have happened? Or defensive ones? Well, he's helped those become real.

History:
Parents: Josta (mother) Rockstar (father)
Small her whole life, 7-Up had always known how to stay out of trouble. Or at least run from it. Her and her siblings; Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Pepsi, Root beer, Purple Fanta, Fresca, and Mountain dew, grew up as kitty pets, he was strong. Always. He knew how to fight, he knew everything.
Like the cool big brother.
They would share it with their siblings. And fight, and play. Always having fun. They still, always have fun.


3



Name: 7-Up
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Kittypet turned Loner
Position: Loner
Description: A small dainty creature is skipping through the clearing. She is odd, her feet small, her body small....to small for thirteen moons. Her head rests upon a creamy body, yellow and golden. Striped. Tabby.
She's pretty too.
Her tail is long, and her paws are white, her tail is tipped in a cream covering...What's she doing here!?
You raise the alarm, and she zooms to the fresh kill pile, her small legs tensing, as she fled the camp, her mouth full of three rabbits. Her head bobs back and forward, as you chase her small, sleek body, but she weaves through branches, expertly, because of her small frame. And Escapes. Lost three rabbits. How come nobody noticed?!

Personality:
SHORT TEMPERED: Do NOT taunt 7-Up, you will regret it. She will find a way to get back at you, no matter how evil it might be. She can become an evil genius if you force her to this.

7-Up is C A R E I N G
She cares for everybody aroud her, nomatter who they are. she has a heart that is swollen and too big for her small body.
7_-Up is S T R O N G
Sometimes too strong, She can walk to you, and use a strong voice, and yell at you, causing you to cower in fear, although, she did not mean to, but if she needs to be angry, she can be. And trust me, she will be from time to time, don't think that she is always going to be kind, no, if she dissagrees, you better find her way to look at it and agree with that.


History:
Parents: Josta (mother) Rockstar (father)
Small her whole life, 7-Up had always known how to stay out of trouble. Or at least run from it. Her and her siblings; Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Pepsi, Root beer, Purple Fanta, Fresca, and Mountain dew, Grew up as kitty pets, near each other, Dr. Pepper and her grew close. She always loved to fight, and play, and play tricks.
Dr. Pepper helped her. She'd make the diversions, and maybe snatch up some...(Prey? :] ) and when everybody chased her, He'd run in and grab more, they were perfect, and loved stealing from the clans.
They would share it with their siblings. And fight, and play. Always having fun. They still, always have fun.


4





Name: Blood Stained Rose
Age: 19 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior




Description:
A tall tabby she-cat looms near you. Explosions of fear ripple through your soul, you don't know what it is...this cat sends fear through your very heart, and soul. It makes you cringe, the long legs. It makes you Whimper, the red-muddish pelt, it makes you feel like running away, because the eyes are a milky white.
There's something just not right about this cat. Nothing that you could tell, not without truly knowing her.
Not without truly being able to see her.
She is different, a long, fluffy tabby tail, and a dark muddy brown pelt...but it seems so red. So... dangerous.

Personality:
Bloodyrose (As she is called in the clans) Is a tough cat to understand.
She can be kind, and very different, she is outgoing, and funny, but, rude sometimes, rebellious...thats her.
She is moody, unpredictable. She never knows how she is feeling, herself. Her moods move, and switch, with her thoughts. With her memory.
Envy will flow, often, as will anger, she has a short switch, no matter what, she'll try. Try to be nice. To be good. But it's like something is in her, something else.
In fact.
There is.
Bloodystain is hidden in there. An incredibly short tempered, rude, hateful cat, hides with in. She will kill anything she can get a hold of, hunting is a joy for her, but Bloodyrose knows to keep her inside in battles.
But there's one more hidden creature in there,
Shatteredrose. Shatteredrose is the kind one, the one that wants the others gone, the one that made the others stay down, for most of her life, Shatteredrose is a sweet, animal loving, friendly, funny, cat, that everybody would love, if she showed up more often...
Poor Bloodyrose, has three souls hidden inside of her strange tabby body. She may be beautiful. On the outside. But, what's on the inside, would make you hate her.

History:
Daughter of Darksoul, and Shatteredheart, runaway clan cats, Blood Stained Rose grew up on the other side of Winclan territory.
She hated it, feeling like a prisoner her whole life, she felt like escaping. Running away finding the clans her parents hated with such a passion.
She wanted to Rebel.
And Rebel she did.
She would fight and scratch, her name used to be Rose, but she changed it,
her past falls murky, not even she can really remember it...she blocked it out...
rumor has it that she killed cats, in cold blood.
Rumor has it that she killed kits, in cold blood.
but her past is gone.
Thats all she knows. All she remembers. She tries to be good, but she forgets.
She has spurts, in an out, of amnesia. Too hot, or too cold, and she'll loose her memory, after blacking out, a good hunter, an even better fighter, she's great warrior material. But when the other's come out.
She can't Handle it. She shatters, and falls to pieces, which is why she joined the clans.


5



Name:
Lightbolt

Age:
25 Moons

Gender:
Male

Clan:
Riverclan

Position:
Warrior


Description:
Lightbolt is a strong male, his fur ripples in the snowy light, his fur is a bright white, his fur is long, and flowing, amazing, really. His Whiskers are amazing, and long, they reach out, and flow.
His long legs are toned, his body is toned, and muscular, his tail is long, and sleek, like the rest of him. His pink nose may seem she-catish, but on him, he looks like a noble cat.
His hair is...different, a lot like his little brother's, Lightbolt's hair hangs in front, but it's more, attractive on Lightbolt. Joltheart tries to pull it off, but it works less.
Lightbolt, is all together, a huge, muscular, handsome, tom.
Except for his eyes. Not the dark black, or amber you'd expect.
They betray him.
A bright, cheerful, spring green, is the shade that makes the she-cats sigh over him.


Personality:
His eyes match his personality more then they match his appearance.
Lightbolt is S A R C A S T I C:
Lightbolt can always make something out of nothing, he can use sarcasm with coldness that can only be compared to an icicle. Lightbolt always feels sarcastic, and will act that way too.

Lightbolt is F U N N Y:
Oh yes, he can make you laugh so hard, you would laugh the rest of your life he he wanted to. He always likes making people laugh too. It's just in his nature.

I guess the best way to discribe him is, K I N D H E A R T ED
Ohh, Lightbolt cares, no matter what, he cares, he really wants to help, and he really feels he needs to. He always wants to take part in activities, and make sure that he is only a help to his clan, never a burdon. That is, unless he doesn't listen, wich he has a serios record of.

Lightbolt is C H A R M I N G
Oh, yes, quite, he is smooth as silk, and playful as a kitten. x3. He is that guy who will jump from girl to gal, wondering who is the right one. Until he finds the right one. Except, he doesn't, he was always careful about the she-cats he handed his heart to, and now, he has given it to his mate, Gingerleaf.

Joltheart has a M I L I T A R Y M I N D
Oh yes, he will be the i mean THE military man when he grows up, front line, leading the rest, taking careful stepps that he is doing EVERY LITTLE THING right! EVERY little thing!--


History:
Lightbolt was born in Riverclan, with his brother, Joltheart. He was raised by Petleshimmer, who was not his mother, his mother died giving birth to him and Joltheart. Petleshimmer died when he was a young apprentice.
Lightbolt was an quiet young cat, he used to always play around, but when his father, Galeheart, died, he became lonely, and quieter, with his brother Joltheart.
When Lightbolt became a Warrior, he loved his name, and became the absolute best warrior he could be. He tried so hard, to live up to his father's name. He was the second best, always, after his little brother, he was stronger, though, they where the same, but opposites, brothers, in rivalry.


6





Name: Dappleshade
Age: 15 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Warrior

Description:
Dappleshade is a sleek dappled cat. Her fur shimmers, in the dappled sunlight of Thunderclan. Her fur is white, and brown, like a snowy tree, in the middle of Leafbare. Her eyes are like shimmering icecles, and her fur is brilliantly colored, to match the calm shade of Thunderclan.
Dappleshade is a lean cat, her fur clings to her pelt, yes, she is small, and yes, her fur is short. She is, a small cat, always smiling, just like her eyes, bright, and cheerful, is what she is. Her appearance shows this. She has fairly short hair, but it can be long...she has short legs, and delicate ears. All together Dappleshade is a soft looking cat.

Personality:
Dappleshade is E X C E P T I O N A L Y_ E X C I T A B L E
She is a hyper cat, just like a young apprentice, her attention matches the exuberance that she always feels, she has a short attention span, but she is happy, and people find her utterly likable.

Dappleshade is E X T R E M L Y_ E M O T I O N A L
She his happy, sad, depressed, silly, fun, and everything in between, in a matter of minutes, she is over happy, or under the weather, it's her, you have to accept it, and grow to love it.

Dapppleshade is I N C R E D I B L Y_ E X P L O S I V E
She's like a ticking time bomb, she needs somebody to hold her back, to make sure she doesn't snap, she needs somebody to love, and she needs something so she doesn't explode about everything.

History:
Dappleshade was about the same way her whole life, except as a kit, she was curios, and incredibly rude, she didn't know when to hold her tongue, she would insult people without even knowing she did, she would hurt people. But when she was almost killed by a Shadowclan warrior, she realized what she was doing, and apologized to everybody.
As an apprentice, she always stuck her little pink nose into all sorts of trouble, and she regrets it still.
She is a great warrior, listening to her Superiors, and does what they tell her to.
But many people underestimated her as an apprentice, she used to hate it, she would lash out, in anger at the cats she knew, or loved. She could be utterly bitter, but that all changed when she was given her warrior name. She became happy, cheerful, and excitable, again.





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Name:Shadedpetal
Age: 32 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior

Description: A small shady area surrounds you, you sit, your tail curled around your feet, yawning, you look around, to see a small delicate cat, her paws tiny, and her nose pink, she steps from the shadows. Her legs are strong, and her body firm. She appears stout...but soft, and pretty, and very delicate. Her fur is a light powdery cream, and her eyes are a swirling honey color. She looks up, revealing scars above her right eye, her head has bright white fur on it, along with her tail, and her paws....she is beautiful.

Personality:
Shadedpetal is B I T T E R
Oh, beauty, she is, but do not underestimate her, she can be cold hearted, and evil, she hates being thought of as tiny, and puny, she hates people wanting to protect her, and coddle her, and make sure she's safe. She can do that herself, thank you very much!
Shadedpetal is L O V I N G
or at least she wants to be...LOVED that is, she needs love, and begs for it, but, she doesn't love anybody, not truly, she feels cold, and empty, without it...
Shadedpetal is F E A R L E S S
Fearless, and Loyal, a strongminded Warrior, that's her, she needs to be this way, or people will laugh at her, everybody thinks she's a queen, hardly...

History:
Shadedpetal was born in the forest, her mother died, giving birth to her, and her brother, but she was the youngest, yet she lived, because she pushed her brother away. Her brother tried to kill her, when they where suckling, from their dead mother, she couldn't keep making milk, it was the dead of winter, she had given birth to them, and nobody knew that they where there, Shadedpetal and her brother got into a fight, she tried to bite him, he bit her, he bit her hard, but she scratched his throat, and eh died, she was underestimated, all the time, but she remembers that moment, and knows, she could kill them anytime she wanted...


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Name: Puck
Age: 21 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Position: Warrior

Description:
A sharp looking tom, with snow white hair, and, flakes of grey. He has the deepest, most mystical, most enchanting, loving, eyes, a deep shade of aqua-green. He'll calm you're soul, with a flicker of himself, your way, he's a handsome cat. And he knows it. He had a tall, slim, muscular frame, suited well with his darker grey accents, around his haunches. He has long, thin legs, with the tone of muscle edging each line in his body. His tail is long, and fluffed, and his ears are bat like, big, and graceful.


Personality:
Puck is U N N E A R V I N G:
He has fears, and he will speak of them. Loudly, Truly, he knows what is right. But he will not always follow that.

Puck is P E R S U A S I V E:
He could get a kittypet to pretend to be a wolf, if he had ten minutes alone, with the creature. He can turn grass to cat nip, and other, "amazing" tricks.

Puck is M I S T I V I O U S:
Taking after his name, Puck'll play any trick possible. He loves a good laugh, and feeds on fear, and pain. He can be mean, and cold, but

Puck has a W A R M H E A R T within it all. He knows what to do, and why. But he is drawn to the flame, like a moth, and loves danger. He can be foolish, but he is still a kind creature, and a loving cat.
He needs love too...and he can cause you to love him faster then you might think...

History:
Born as a kittypet, Puck soon found out that the plush life was not for him. He escaped the household, with his two brothers, and sister. They became roughs together. Wondering around, and fighting for survival. But this was not suited for him either. He couldn't handle moving around, and not being with many cats. He urged his family towards the clans, hearing of the happiness it brought. And when they arrived, he fell in love with the clans.
Puck's siblings all went to different clans, and he misses them, but understands that life is difficult, and he must carry on, even if it means being separated from those he loves. He's always been a leader, and always headed towards it, not thinking of the consequences it may bring to him.
But leading a clan was not for him, he wanted something to live for though, and the Clan gave him this...

OTHER

Puck talks a tad funny...here's a sample, so you know weather or not you want this:


What can I feel?
Is it truly real!?
excitement,
times a thousand,
a statement,
with your hand,
you command,
my heart,
my soul,
I need you,
I need all you are,
take me...
Accept me...
because I need this...
I need you...


The length vairies....


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Name: Joltheart
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior

Description:
One Noticable thing about Shepperd, his head, his hair, is...well...strange...and attractive to most cats.
Usually you would think it looked funny, but, on him, it just looks...great?
On the top of his head, his hair stands ruffled and messy, creating a look of strongness. He knows what he's doing.
His fur is black as night, and his eyes are blue as day. His ears are large radars, as they listen for any gossip about him, then, his claws slash out, showing a great deal of muscles, and he catches a leaf.
He grins, his white teeth glowing in the sun, and his eyes sparkling just right.
He stands up, he is still young, and slender. Showing great promise for a beautiful mate.

Personality:
Joltheart is S A R C A S T I C:
Joltheart can always make something out of nothing, he can use sarcasm with coldness that can only be compared to an icicle. Shepperd always feels sarcastic, and will act that way too.

Joltheart is F U N N Y:
Oh yes, he can make you laugh so hard, you would laugh the rest of your life he he wanted to. He always likes making people laugh too. It's just in his nature.

I guess the best way to discribe him is, K I N D H E A R T ED
Ohh, Joltheart cares, no matter what, he cares, he really wants to help, and he really feels he needs to. He always wants to take part in activities, and make sure that he is only a help to his clan, never a burdon. That is, unless he doesn't listen, wich he has a serios record of.

Joltheart is C H A R M I N G
Oh, yes, quite, he is smooth as silk, and playful as a kitten. x3 even if he still is one. He is that guy who will jump from girl to gal, wondering who is the right one. Until he finds the right one.

Joltheart has a M I L I T A R Y M I N D
Oh yes, he will be the i mean THE military man when he grows up, front line, leading the rest, taking careful stepps that he is doing EVERY LITTLE THING right! EVERY little thing!--

History: Joltheart was born in Riverclan. He was raised by Petleshimmer, who was not his mother, his mother died giving birth to him. Petleshimmer died when he was a young apprentice.
Joltpaw was an exciting young cat, he used to always play around, but when his father, Galeheart, died, he became lonely, and quiet.
When Joltpaw became a Warrior, he loved his name, named after his father, Joltheart.


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Name: Darkwhisker
Age: 29 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Position: Warrior
Description:Dappled treelight stuns you, as a creature steps from the shadows, you watch in awe, at it's thick body.
Muscles line the legs, and big dark paws thud, as a heavy, but fit, shape walks through the forest. The body is large, and graceful. The creature is amazing.
Stunning black claws slip out of the paws, leaving holes in the ground.
A leaf drops by, and is blown away by the intencity of the animals love towards another.
He has a long scar behind his right ear, and a tall tail flicks the end of another's.
This tom, is an amazing creature, bred for the clans.
Bright eyes stare right through you, they penetrate your soul, they see into your heart. You know one name, only, Darkwhisper.
Personality: Darkwhisper is L O V I N G
Darkwhisper loves the world, and he loves his clan, but even more then both, he loves Solarstar. With love that runs so deep in his veins, if she ever died, he would kill himself, just to be with her again, his love stretches so far for her.

Darkwhisper is B R A V E
When it comes to helping clan mates in need, Darkwhisper is there to help. He would go to the depths of the dark forest just to save a young kit, or an elder from danger. Sometimes he stupididly, tries to help others so much, he just hurts himself.

History:
Darkwhisker was born the strongest of his litter. Always tumbling over the others, he would sit and ask his mother questions all day. He remembered meeting Solarfeather, who was just a little older then him a few days after he was born.
When he looked into her eyes, those eyes, he never forgot those eyes. He felt so close to her, and as an apprentice, they became friends.
Solarfeather was the first to become a warrior, and Darkwhisper was sad without his buds. But that wonderful day, he was amazed, at the support from them, hollering and cheering like little kits.


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Name: Onewhisker
Age: I can't find it... O.O
Gender: Male
Clan: Windclan
Position: Deputy
Description:
Onewhisker is a small tom, his fur glistens in the sun. Golden rays of sunlight echo off of every blade of grass in Windclan, making the world glow yellow and gold. Amber eyes peer from this, you step back, utterly surprised.
Onewhisker stands there, white paws burrowed into the golden grass, and his head, standing proudly among it all. He is still, frozen in the sharp waves of the sun.
He carries himself with pride, each step is a step for Windclan, you can see it in his movements, his short fur ruffles with each movement, and his small body trickles along the territory.
You stop. Never forgetting that face.

Personality:
Onewhiskeris L O Y A L
to the end. Yes, always, and forever, he shall care about his clan, and all in it.
Onewhisker always cared, he will ignore one clan, that he has loved his whole life, if it meant his clan would stay safe. It's bad, though, because his loyalty can cloud his judgement, but, not always.

Onewhisker is F R I E N D L Y
Onewhisker is kind, he'll try to make friends, and if you ignore him, well, that's your loss.

Onewhisker has an I R O N P A W:
Onewhisker will assist leading his clan through tough times, and still comes out strong, he believes in heavy disaplen, and will jump the gun if she believes something stronge enough.


History:
Onewhisker was born in Windclan, and lived in Windclan his whole life. He first met Firestar of Thunderclan, when Firestar was Fireheart, and he was Onewhisker. Onewhisker and his clan had been driven out of thier clan, by Shadowclan, and Firestar had been sent by Bluestar to come find them
Onewhisker and Fireheart became friends immediately, and Onewhisker ended up cherishing that friendship.


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Name: Thunderstripe
Age: 23 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Warrior (Would deputy be open? Or is this site more of one that sticks with the books?)
Description: {It is the black of night, you hear a crackle of thunder. You cringe at the assault on your ears. Rain starts to dribble onto your nose, you look up, and see the sky growing much darker, a flash of Lightning blinds you, until you see a small figure gliding along the edge.
You gasp, what is that? It is dark, with silver stripes, in the shape of lightning. No, that cannot be right!
But...wait...there! Another flash occurs, you see the figure again, this time right in front of you. Jumping you notice its lean muscles and dark fur. You stare in Awe the creature, its eyes a deep violet, that nothing could possibly pierce. You sigh and glance at the long tail, it has small nicks and groves in it, each colored a brilliant silver, you continue to see the legs the same way. The body, was thin, and muscled, then, the colors hit you. A Jet black, blacker then the pits of despair and several streaks of lightning like silver stripes hit you.
The creature's body ripples as they sit down. It looks to you. Their scarred ears swivel to you, and you notice how large they are, and you see the pinkness of the scars, you avoid the piercing eyes. It looks you straight in the eyes, and you pause, looking to the silver streak marking its forehead, you finally look to the eyes.
A silvery purple darkness envelops you, all you can think, hear and know, is the name, Thunderstripe...}
Personality: {Thunderstripe is very K I N D - H E A R T E D
ex. She would jump to help another clan in need, even if it could kill her. This isn't always good, it can be blind and stupid too. She will sometimes hurt her own clan trying to help another.

Thunderstripe is C O U R A G E O U S:
She will jump on the back of badgers to help her mentor. She will go into the dark depths of the unknown to help her friends, family, and clan.

Thunderstripe is S T R A T E G I C:
You know all those awesome invasion plans that have happened? Or defensive ones? Well, Thunderstripe helps create those for her clan, she is overly determined and will never be put down.

Thunderstripe is S T U B O R N:
She has her mind made up? Aww nuts, well, you won't be able to change her mind, you will probably just end up changing your mind when your through trying to change hers. She has such good argumentitive skills, her and the great Dawnstorm once grappled, and they both stopped, leading to the worst end imaginable. o.e

Thunderstripe is I N P A T I E N T:
She won't wait to long for an answer, you wanna challenge her? You should do it quickly, or she will just leave, declaring she has won.
Yes, this can be a TERRIBLE fault, I mean, she could be waiting for peace, and get bored, and leave. Causing war between clans, nah, not on purpose, she TRIES to stay, and yawn as little as possible.

Thunderstripe is Q U I C K T O G U E S S:
Proof that Shadowclan was on Thunderclan's territory? Uh-Oh, Thunderstripe is gonna walk right into Shadowclan camp and demand an answer, she is gonna "Jump the Gun" and accuse them. This makes her seem hostile at times....hmm, we know she isn't always. Thats what counts...right?

Thunderstripe has her ups, and she has her downs, but no matter what, she is always going to be there...bumbumbummm. She is a good friend, and a good clan-mate.}

History:
Thunderstripe got into all sorts of trouble as a kit, running out to the elders, attacking tails, attempting to go on patrols and hunting. Her mother was exhausted with her! Her sister, Echostorm, and brother Nightwhisper always supported her in these things, following her. She was the largest kit, always attacking smaller kits, and small apprentices. She was a pawful, that is until the tragedy came.
Thunderstripe was only an apprentice then, she was so happy! Her mother was there beaming at her the whole time. As soon as her mother returned to warrior duties, a horrible thing happened...
Her mother was killed by a badger, taking her children on a hunting trip, they ran into a badger, whom was cold hearted and bitter. It killed their mother in front of their eyes. Thunderstripe was the first to jump at it, attacking, fiercely, feeling hatred run through her veins. It didn't take long for Echostorm to follow her, and begin to bit and scratch at the beast. Nightwhisper ran, for help. In the end, she emerged with scars along her stomach, and all on her right ear. Her sister was taken out, a long rip ran from her left ear to her right shoulder. The badger was left scarred, but alive.
When Thunderstripe and her sister were made warriors for driving out the badger and other amazing things of apprentices. She felt the pride burst from within her. She sighed as she was made a warrior.
Her first apprentice was much like her, funny, and excited. She always supported her apprentice, until she was made a warrior. Whitefury, was her warrior name. After becoming a warrior, Thunderstripe noticed all the changes, she became bitter, cold and spat at Thunderstripe, and other warriors.


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Name: Dr. Pepper
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Loner
Position: Loner
Description: A tall tom slinks through the outer defense of the clan, as you spot the smaller cat, you hardly notice him, he blends in. Dark furred, and probably the only male calico you will ever see, he is different.
His eyes are dark amber, soft, like honey, and careful, conscience, of everything around him.
His paws are white, and his fur striped looking. Calico, yes, but also tabby. But his fur, and his eyes, leave something, something that makes you want to let him take something from the camp.
But then again. You didn't even notice him.
As his thick body grabbed a few rabbits, and some mice, and a few birds too...and his muscled fur ran from the place, as soon as his sister took flight...oops. You're mistake.

Personality:
He is S T U B O R N:
he has her mind made up? Aww nuts, well, you won't be able to change his mind, you will probably just end up changing your mind when your through trying to change his. He has such good argumentitive skills, him and the great Dawnstorm once grappled, and they both stopped, leading to the worst end imaginable. o.e

He is I N P A T I E N T:
he won't wait to long for an answer, you wanna challenge her? You should do it quickly, or he will just leave, declaring he has won.
Yes, this can be a TERRIBLE fault, I mean, he could be waiting for peace, and get bored, and leave. Causing war between clans, nah, not on purpose, he TRIES to stay, and yawn as little as possible.

He is Q U I C K T O G U E S S:
He's angry, and slightly rude a lot, and will guess things, that are somethimes true...and sometimes not...

History:
Parents: Josta (mother) Rockstar (father)
Small her whole life, 7-Up had always known how to stay out of trouble. Or at least run from it. Her and her siblings; Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Pepsi, Root beer, Purple Fanta, Fresca, and Mountain dew, Grew up as kitty pets, near each other, Dr. Pepper and her grew close. She always loved to fight, and play, and play tricks.
Dr. Pepper helped her. She'd make the diversions, and maybe snatch up some...(Prey? :] ) and when everybody chased her, He'd run in and grab more, they were perfect, and loved stealing from the clans.
They would share it with their siblings. And fight, and play. Always having fun. They still, always have fun.


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Name: Echostorm
Age: 36 Moons of age
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior

Description: {The water ripples around a silver tabby figure. as something rises up and surprises you. Dark eyes greet you, with stunning silver shells, and hard black cores. Great Starclan, you think.
A thin, lithe figure lifts one paw from the water, drip, drop. Split, splat.
You shiver, thinking of severe storms, wiping out everything, just like that paw could...A big fluff surprises you, as a fluffy tail shakes tiny droplets of water off. You watch the graceful creature shake its pelt, from its scarred left ear, to the grey tip of its tail.
This creature is remarkable, the zap of its arrival makes you want to step back into the forest you came from. One powerful paw touches the ground with a light "pat" and the air around you echoes, stormy echoes.
The creature's long exotic face surprises you, as you look into the silver and purple depths of her eyes, you step back in awe, as one thing is spelled out,
E C H O S T O R M...

Personality:Echosong is a Bight, almost Fluorescent character. She loves to spend as much time with her friends, and when she is faced with a problem, she will sort it out. She has a Strong mind, and will outthink you whenever is needed, she doesn’t like to outshine people, she just does! When her heart is needed she will help anybody who needs it… this can sometimes be bad.
Now, here’s the bad part of Echosong: She can be a totally inpatient cat. Her heart can be set on, Mean mode, and she can get completely and utterly defensive. Now her weakness is mostly her kindness, because she could make a HUGE mistake by letting somebody in, because she thought that it was right. Her short-temper can get in the way too, she may explode in anger and begin making rational accusations, she is only a cat, nobody is puurrrfect, right? Meow?

History:
Echostorm was always a follower, from the minute she fell from her mothers stomach, to the day she dies. She has always followed her sister, Thunderstar, around, helping her when ever it was possible.
As an apprentice, Thunderpaw was always elusive, and Echostorm frequently had to tutor her, reminding her of things that she MUST do.
Until the dreadful day, they where out hunting with their mother, her brother, Nightwhisper, was there also. A badger came, it, caught them off guard, and knocked Echostorm to the side. She could only watch in horror as her mother was ripped to shreds in front of her and her siblings eyes.
Echostorm flew forward in rage, starting an attack, Thunderstar, joined in.
Together, they beat the horrible creature, and none of them where ever the same. Echostorm had trouble sleeping at night, she had nightmares. And Thunderstar became soft, and more quiet. The experiance had wounded them all, her, her brother, and her sister.
The day Echostorm became a Warrior was the most amazing day she ever felt. She was a late warrior, since she had fallen behind training, in the badger fight, she got a long scar running from her left ear to her right shoulder.
She was so proud, when her sister and brother where screaming her warrior name the loudest of them all. She felt like hurling herself into the air, and shouting in joy.
She stayed calm, and collected.

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

Name: Gingerleaf

Age: 19 moons

Gender: She-cat

Clan: Riverclan

Position: Queen

Description: Gingerleaf is a beautiful brown she-cat with a speckled coat. She has alluring golden eyes and a pointy brown-pink nose. Her white whiskers stand out against her pelt. The tip of her left ear is missing, lost in a fight. She has a long striped tail and the tip is a very dark brown.

Personality: Gingerleaf is kind and loving, making her a wonderful friend. However, she hates fighting, and isn't very good at it. She lost the tip of her ear in a fight shortly before she discovered she was to have kits. She loves the idea, and is already trying to come up with names. She is a very talented hunter, which makes up for her lack of fighting skills.

History: Gingerleaf was really small as a kit. She was one of two kits, but the other was stillborn. Having her mother all to herself made Gingerleaf very loved, but also very shy. She was the only kit for four moons and when she moved into the apprentice den, she was very quiet and withdrawn. Her mentor challenged her to make friends, and as a result, Gingerleaf has become a very liked cat. She became very good friends with one tom in particular, the father of her kits.



Name: Adderstrike
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Adderstrike is a large tom. He has a white chest, paws, whiskers, and muzzle. His eyes are a pale yellow-green. He has long brown-black fur that is striped. His black stripes look almost like the diamond stripes on the back of an adder (thus his name). His tail is ringed but the tip is black.
Personality: Adderstrike, regardless of his name, is actually pretty friendly and quite a flirt. He is often worried about his brother due to the sad adventure Snakebite had. He usually ends up getting his ears clawed off for worrying so much though, so he just bottles it up. He is very loyal and hardworking though. He prefers to have his brother with him while hunting or patroling, not only to look after him. He sincerely loves his brother and cares for him deeply.
History: Adderstrike was born and raised in RiverClan. He was born a beautiful brown and black tortie. He and his brothers, Snakekit and Groundkit got in alot of trouble. His brother, Snakepaw was once captured by twolegs. When he returned, his fur had been died green. While he was gone, Groundpaw and parents passed away during a recent war. As a result Adderpaw and Snakepaw grew close.


Name: Sprite
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Pop Family? lol
Description: Sprite is a white she-cat with green eyes. She has a light pink nose and pink paw-pads. Though her fur makes it difficult to hunt in anything but snow, she has learned to hunt regardless. She is very proud of keeping her fur well-groomed, regardless it gets pretty messy pretty fast. Her tail is long and usually flicking with excitement.
Personality: Sprite is... bubbly. One could describe her energy as contagious. She's got a very strong personality that can be sweet or sour. She's always ready to move and loves to play. However, with so many siblings, she often is unheard and has become a little annoyed about that. She usually is the one to caution them against reckless behavior, or help treat their wounds after they've aready gotten hurt.
History: Sprite is yet another one of the kits of the pop family, as they have come to be called. She was one of the smallest, but has grown to be a fair size. She is one of the quieter of them, since she can hardly get a word in with her brothers! Though she too is hyper, she is also very caring and looks after her brothers. She often sticks by Mountain Dew and treats any of his many accidental injuries. She just goes with the flow, and laughs as she goes!



Name: Mountain Dew
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Pop Family
Position:
Description: Mountain Dew is very handsome brown cat with darker stripes. He almost looks like a mountain when he sits down. His ears are white, giving that snow-capped look. His paws, meanwhile, are a gravel-gray. His eyes are an electric green. He usually is sporting one or two injuries from various accidents related to his hyperness.
Personality: Moutain Dew is by far the most hyper cat you will ever meet. He is ALWAYS moving, or talkingsofastyoucanhardlyunderstandwhatheissaying. It's annoying sometimes, for other cats to be around him, but he's great for a laugh. Because of his hyperactivity he is often running into things, tripping over his own paws, or making other funny mistakes. He is nonestop activity, and hardly ever needs to sleep.
History: Mountain Dew was one of the first of his litter. He has many brothers and sisters and has annoyed every one of them with his hyperness. He was one of the first to explore out on his own. During his first few adventures outside the little den his mother had them in it was discovered that he was totally accident prone. He has had a ton of bumps, bruises, and scratches in his lifetime. He really loves his siblings, regardless of his hyper-activity.

Name: Sunpaw
Age: 7 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Apprentice under Brownroot
Description: Sunpaw has dappled fur that shines golden in sunlight. Her hazel eyes are often bright and cheerful, but they can blaze with anger or be downcast with sorrow. She has her fluffy kitten fur still, and is always struggling to get it to lay flatter. She has a ringed tail and it ends light.
Personality: Sunpaw is... feeling defeated. She is a newer apprentice, but Brownroot doesn't seem to want to teach her much besides the Warrior code, climbing, and how to get around the territory. She get frustrated really fast and sometimes lashes out at those closest to her. However, she's well meaning and is very eager to be a good warrior... so long as a certain long-lost tom doesn't come into the picture.
History: Sunpaw is sister to Cherrypaw and daughter of Dawnsky. She is eager to be a good warrior, but feels held back by her mentor, who has his own issues. She is the active one while Cherrypaw is the rational thinker. Sunpaw was saddened as a kit is able to be by her fathers death, but has learned to overcome it. She is desperate to please Brownroot, hoping to see him as a father figure, but that goes awry.


Name: Darknight
Age: 45 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Description: Darknight has very long hair fur. Her siamese markings make her a dark beauty. She has a black face, paws, and tail. The rest of her fur is a light gray. She has very light eyes, that are a grayish-blue. Her nose is a solid black. Her light whiskers stand out against her black face. She keeps well-groomed, even though it's a challenge for her to keep her long coat tangle-free. She is greatful for it's warmth in the winter though. She is large and tall, but her thick fur increases that impression. She is very muscular. She can move fast, when necessary, regardless of her bulk.
Personality: Darknight is a reserved cat. She doesn't speak often, but when she does, her words have lots of thought behind them. She often asks a simple question to make other cats think about things in a new light. She is able to keep her composure quite well. Her ability to remain calm is a great asset to her job. Even the worst wounds can't cause her to panic. She treats all the cats equally and is a good sounding board for frustrated or upset cats. She listens and gives gentle advice or encouragement. Darknight's connection to Starclan is strong, but she prefers it when cats trust in their own strength as well. She knows Starclan helps guide the clans, but she also knows that each cat chooses their own path. Darknight is a very wise cat, who always tries to encourage others to be their best.
History: Darknight was the fourth kit of her litter. She was a large kit and often pushed her siblings around without realizing it. When she grew older, she followed her siblings lead in all their games, taking the worst roles for herself without complaint. Even though she didn't talk much, Darknight was singled out by the former medicine cat to be a possible apprentice. Darknight's thoughtfulness made her a very good apprentice. The medicine cat quickly found out that Darknight was a very fast learner. Before she'd been an apprentice three moons she knew many herbs and their uses, along with where to find them. The older medicine cat soon found he was loosing his memory. Bitter at the lose of his once-strong mind, he refused to surrender his position to Darknight. When Darknight saved a cats life when the old medicine cat could not because of his bad memory, he finally accepted it was best for the clan if Darknight took over. She has been a very good medicine cat, and is well liked by the whole clan.

Activity: Do you plan on being on at least once every week? Yes, I will do my upmost
Medicine Cat's Role:


Poppy seeds- used to numb pain and make a cat very sleepy

Catmint - For whitecough and Greencough. Also exceptionaly tasty to cats that are not sick

Cobwebs - used to stop bleeding

Feaverfew - used to cool feverish cats and treat head pain

Borage Leaves - used to treat fevers and helps nursing mothers with their milk supply



Name: Darkstripe
Age: Dead
Gender: Male
Clan: Dark Forest
Description: Darkstripe is a sleek black and gray tabby tom. He is hefty, with strong muscles from his tough life. His eyes are an ugly green. He has white whiskers. His tail is ringed and ends in black. Since he's gone to the Dark Forest he cares little about his appearance, and doesn't bother to groom. He is hardly but a shadow of the cat he was, not fully alive and not fully dead.
Personality: Though he supported Tigerclaw, he was not as evil as the dark hearted cat who tried many times to destroy Thunderclan and any cat who stood in his way. He was actually quite timid as an apprentice, and his mentor turned him into the mean, cold-hearted cat he became. Tigerclaw so isolated him from every other cat that he felt totally alone except for Tigerclaw. He once had the potential to become a loyal, admirable warrior, but Tigerclaw ruined those chances. He is very scared and hurt that he is in the Dark Forest, and wishes he could undo his mistakes.
History: He was the closest friend and biggest supporter of Tigerstar, and as such is fiercely loyal to Tigerstar's ambitions despite their implications. Darkstripe routinely voices his negative opinions at Clan meetings, refusing to trust Firestar due to his kittypet origins and openly mocking any cat who thinks otherwise. When Tigerclaw is exiled from ThunderClan, Darkstripe voices his disappointment that Tigerstar didn't include him in his plan to kill Bluestar. Darkstripe mentored Longtail, Dustpelt, and Ferncloud, although his mentorship of Ferncloud was revoked when he was exiled from the Clan. He was mentored by Tigerstar. Darkstripe's lonely path of a devoted follower continues to reduce his popularity in the Clan, and he begins secretly plotting with Tigerstar across the border in order to bring the dogs upon the camp and save only Tigerstar's children, Bramblekit and Tawnykit, from the ensuing chaos. After this fails, he attempts to murder Sorrelkit with deathberries when she discovers his meetings with Blackfoot, Tigerstar's deputy, and he is exiled from the Clan. Darkstripe immediately runs to Tigerstar's side and almost kills one of Bluestar's children; Stonefur, but when Tigerstar is killed by Scourge, Darkstripe is left completely alone. His resulting madness culminates in the battle with BloodClan, when he forsakes all loyalty to any Clan and desperately attempts to kill Firestar himself. He is walking the Dark Forest/Place of No Stars like Tigerstar, Brokenstar,eventually Hawkfrost, and all of the other Clan cats that are considered traitors and evil.




Name: Graystripe
Age: 35 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior (formerly Deputy)
Description: Graystripe is a gray striped tom. He has dark green-gray eyes, but a warm smile. He has old scars from the battles he's been in, including the war with Bloodclan, among other clan skirmishes. He has a white patch on his chin and a brown-red nose. His bold, dark stripes ring his tail, the tip of which is dark gray.
Personality: Graystripe is firmly loyal and fiercely proud of his clan. His is very close to Firestar and Sandstorm, because they were apprentices together. He was is very loving, but also a very good fighter. He is not afraid to break the warrior code when the situation calls for it. He makes friends easily and hasn't had much trouble re-adapting to Thunderclan.
History: Graystripe was the first cat to meet Firestar when he wandered into the forest one day. Ever since, they've been best friends, save a small stretch of time when Graystripe lived with Riverclan. Graystripe was made deputy after Whitestorm died. He was captured in an attempt to rescue some clan cats before the clans moved to the lake. Thought dead, he was actually adopted by a twolegged family and later ran away to find the clans with Millie, who has recently had his kits. Stormfur and Feathertail were also his kits, by the Riverclan she-cat Silverstream.

[StarClan (Admin)]

Wow Nova, you are amazing and definately a heroine!!!

You got Snow's, Flameh's, Lion's, Night/Sprit's, and Shimmer's bios back. That is amazing... you got basically everyone's bios back.

Well except for a couple of the new people's but considering that I had lost all of them and you got some of them back is amazing!!!!

[''NOVA NEBULA;;]

I tried to get back some of the new people's cats and your Tigerlily but I couldn't get to them and for some reason I couldn't get to Snows major cat list. I feel so horrible about it. I made you a tigerlily bio if you want. all you really need is the personality and the warrior history. I didn't know what she was like but I feel really bad about not being about to get back your only cat.

Name:
Tigerlily

Age:
32 moons

Gender:
She-cat

Rank:
Warrior

Clan:
ThunderClan

Pic:

Appearance:
Fur
Tigerlily is a pretty she-cat. Her fur is a beautiful silvery color all around her body. Black curves and lines web her silvery coat, and most of the time her fur is quite thick. The only time it isn’t is during the summer when it thins out and lets her breath without always being hot and stuffy. Her paws are completely silver with no black on them whatsoever. Unlike her tail which is black on the top and silver on the bottom. Her stomach and chest have the thickest fur on her body. They are both mostly a whitish silver color.

Body
This pretty she-cat is small but feisty. She may not have the strength that most of Moorclan cats have but she sure does have an upper paw with her ability to outsmart other cats and cause them to lose their footing over her. She is small and nimble and is always thinking during a battle so watch out. Her tail is long giving her good balance for climbing. Her paws are small and her legs are long. She is able to run a small deal faster than the rest of her clan and she hunts well with this too.

Other traits
Who could stand under the piercing gaze of Tigerlily’s sandy colored eyes? Not many cats and certainly not that many apprentices. She gets the color from her mother whom was a strong and stubborn she-cat. She knows how to use them so that they thrust right into your soul. She doesn’t find this one of her good traits. She hates it in fact. She would rather have eyes that encouraged and not frightened. Her claws are sharp enough to place a DEEP gash into the side of a tree. She sharpens them often to make sure she has them good for a battle. She wants to teach lessons not lose the war. Her nose is small so she is not the best smeller in the world. She isn’t helpful when tracking is needed to be done. However her ears are larger than normal and so her hearing is almost perfect.

History:
His-story
It was the start of a beautiful relationship when the young Blackmoon began to mentor the small yet stubborn Fernpaw. They did just about everything together and became fond of each other. With Blackmoon just out of apprenticeship he found that mentoring was not only harder then it looked but more rewarding then it seemed. He couldn’t ever think of a time when he wasn’t scolding Fernpaw and asking older and wiser warriors what he should do if such and such happened. However, even though he cared for her like a mentor should an apprentice he didn’t start loving her until later. This was a different experience for Fernpaw. She found herself constantly trying to do stuff to get Blackmoon to notice her. While he had a handsome black and silver pelt she had a plain grey coat. She found herself to be ugly and very mean. She didn’t know any other way to present herself other than to cause trouble and to fight back. It wasn’t until her Warrior ceremony that she actually realized the type of cat Blackmoon wanted. Being named Fernshadow she automatically knew what she needed to do. The moment he said “She has done well to learn the warrior code,” she just knew.

She started to do more sweet and nice things to get the tom’s attention. He fortunately noticed this. Unfortunately he didn’t realize why until he found that he too wanted to make her happy. Soon afterward Fernshadow became heavy with kits and moved into the nursery. She was so excited to be able to have the kits of Blackmoon. He too was happy to have his first litter. However that wouldn’t be easy for the young warrior as he later found out. Fernshadow became scared the closer she got to being in labor. Overwhelmed with fear and confusion about being a mother she ran out of the camp not really knowing where she was going. The moment she left the territory Blackmoon awoke and went to check on her. He found her missing and he panicked. ThunderClan sent out a search party looking for her. There was no finding her for she wasn’t inside the territory. Her scent trail led into a two leg place close by. Then her trail disappeared. The next two sunrises a patrol of three warriors nervously searched for Blackmoon’s mate. She was nowhere to be found. He didn’t know how it was possible for his sweet but stubborn mate to survive being in a large two leg place and being pregnant. The others were finally able to coax him into coming back to the camp without her.

Meanwhile Fernshadow had collapsed in the middle of an alleyway while looking for food. She was found by two strange dogs but they were chased away by a large mancoon tom that went by the name of Wave. He took her to his place and helped her until her two kits were born. A lovely black and silver webbed shekit and a grey tom. Fernshadow was not able to name them for she was young but very delusional and sick. She talked about her Clan much telling the tom where it was and what happened there. She unknowingly told him of StarClan and of the other clans that led the forest. Wave kept all of this information in his mind for later purposes.

Kithood
The tiny unnamed shekit watched as her brother soon perished under the death of green cough as her mother had called it and Wave recalled it to her. Her mother went hysterical when she found out that he was dead. Wave knew that something had to be done about this problem and he automatically knew what to do. He picked up Fernshadow and led her and the small shekit out of the city. He knew that the two she cats could not survive in the city like he could. It wasn’t their habitat. So he led them back to the forest and followed Fernshadow’s deformed instructions to the clans. He first came to a loner that lived nearby them and got better instructions then he found himself at the border of ThunderClan. That was when Fernshadow collapsed once again and couldn’t move anymore because of exhaustion. Wave quickly made sure that she was alive and then hid her in some bushes so that she wouldn’t be disturbed. He picked up the small shekit and raced over to the camp as quickly as he could without coming into contact with a patrol. He made it to the camp quickly and got a patrol to follow him to Fernshadow.


Once Fernshadow and Blackmoon saw each other once again both became overjoyed. Fernshadow thought that she was dreaming and that StarClan was about to take her out of her misery. The medicine cat quickly tended to her and brought her to the medicine cat den. Wave followed the clan cats until he was sure that the young she cat warrior was going to be alright. Then he disappeared from sight. No one knows where he went and when he left because no one saw. Blackmoon named his new daughter Tigerkit because of her strength of being strong while her mother was weak and her ability to survive a quarter moon without dying. Also because of her black webbed pelt. Sure she was sickly because of the strange conditions but he knew that she would survive.

Apprenticeship
Tigerpaw became the apprentice of a she cat that went by the name of Darksoul. This was long after her mother recovered and took her place back in the warrior’s den. Fernshadow and Blackmoon vowed that they would have no more kits and Tigerpaw was fine with it. Just like her mother she was quite the stubborn troublemaker but she was also sweeter than her mother was at that age. She was more polite and obeyed so much better but she still wasn’t afraid of telling her opinion, especially to the leader. She just wouldn’t take no for an answer and she made sure that she was always right by backing up her opinions with perfectly good facts. Of course she was more respectful to the leader then she was to everyone else.

She knew that she was beautiful, but she didn’t consider herself to be smart so she never really looked for a tom to be with, especially since she was still an apprentice. She just didn’t play that game. She didn’t like the way that her mother had fallen like that as a too young of a cat before actually knowing if she wanted kits or not. Tigerpaw didn’t want to make the same mistake...