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Name: Dovepaw

Age: Six moons

Gender: Female

Clan: Thunder

Position: Apprentice (of Lionblaze in the books)

Description: Still young, Dovepaw's adult coat is just now beginning to grow in. Though not as extreme as her grandfather, Cloudtail, her body is fluffy and it's something her sister lacks- then again, though don't look all that similar in entirety. Dovepaw's eyes are golden, contrasting nicely with her coloration. Her nose and paw-pads match each other and her gray pelt perfectly in shade. She also has to worry about sleeping awkwardly on her fluff otherwise it will flare up in strange positions, making her look strange.

Personality: Dovepaw is still young and she has had very little time for her personality to bloom into one of her own originality. She's very unsure of herself when it comes to doing things one-on-one and without her sister, Ivypaw. Like most cats in her situation, she has a strong bond and devotion to her sibling, intending to never break the other's trust no matter what. There is also a certain naivette about the budding she-cat considering she hadn't even realized that she had special abilities that made her different from her clan mates and her darling sibling. Once she learned of this and the prophecy it brought with, Dovepaw became frightened of the future and what might become of her and her sister. She's also ignorant of a lot of clan rules and thinks that she can just skip over the ones that don't agree with her. Despite all this, she has been shown to have a more bubbly side to her.

History: Dovepaw was born to the newly-mated, happy couple that consisted of Whitewing, a pretty solid white she-cat that had a father with kittypet parentage, and Birchfall, a light brown tabby tom that is one of many of Ferncloud and Dustpelt's brood. She's related to Firestar and all of his kin including Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Hollyleaf. She's not familiar with the outer breaches of family tree though since she's lacked interaction with them. Being only one of two kits in a litter caused Dove to be extremely close to her younger sister and the two were even what you'd consider 'clingy' with each other. They've come to rely on each other and possess a close bond which also cause Dovepaw to want to do things with Ivypaw. (Of course this also causes Dove to dislike doing things without Ivypaw, leaving someone out isn't nice at all.)

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Am I suppose to include the events of 'The Fourth Apprentice' in her bio such as the discovering of the bear dam, etc. or is that a no-no since this site differs from the books' plot? Do we have to follow the books plot-wise also or is this site more or less freeform? *is wondering*

Name: Grassfield

Age: Eighteen moons

Gender: Female

Clan: Formerly Wind

Position: Deceased

Description: Beautiful was something that Grassfield had and still hasn't ever been called despite she could easily be considered what one would call 'pretty'. Her calico pelt is long-haired and fluffy. (It had kept her warm on many cold nights when she had been alive.) Though the random patches of color on her body could easily be considered disgusting, her sparkling eyes make up for it. They're a deep emerald green that resemble the grass of her old home's fields. She has a light pink nose and matching paw pads with specks of black dappled on them. Even in death she's not as large as most she-cats though, but she's not petite or small-framed yet. She's more or less what you'd call still-growing. There was muscles beneath her body and the moons traveling the darkness seems to have only strengthed them.

Personality: Being a screwball had always been Grassfield's cardinal trait in life and death. She never fit in with the social norms of clan life and disagreed with many of the moral codes that consisted of the warrior code. It seemed so silly for warriors to have to follow a set rule book. Their one goal should have been to protect their families and friends- even if that went against some stupid code. This also lead for her having little respect for authority. She expressed her heretical thoughts, but never did anything outright against her leader and medicine cat. Grassfield had been more of a talker than a doer in her life- something that she now regrets and in her afterlife, she plans on becoming just as much of a doer as a talker now. When she was living, Grassfield had never believed in StarClan, but upon death the belief of her Warrior ancestors formed. Seeing is believeing.

History: Born to an unruly young she-cat named Darlingqueen, it seemed like Grasskit was destined to be just like her considering the only difference was their eye color and coat length. It didn't help that Grasskit grew up without a father considering Darlingqueen had never given up the tom's name before her own demise.

She was one of two bundles of fluff that night, but the other was born dead and Grasskit would later spend several of her nights making up her own dream sibling called 'Hazelkit'. On the days that she was bored and the other kits didn't want to play or were napping, she'd pretend she was spending time with Hazelkit and even wandered about camp whenever the clans' queens had fallen asleep, leaving her unwatched.

Her apprenticeship finally came and started with as much difficulty as it would end. Becoming more and more of an insomniac without her mother's loving body near her, Grasspaw suffered extreme difficulty adapting to the apprentices' den. It didn't help that the kit she had once dreamed of playing with began to haunt what little sleep she got.

Hazelkit had now became Hazelpaw and the tom grew as Grasspaw did. They were always similar size whenever she saw her sibling in her dreams. Reality and fantasy were blending together as the tom entered the real world. Grasspaw would often see another feline wandering through the forest alongside her when she hunted or would notice his also-green peepers watching her.

Amazingly her hunting skills increased as she began actually becoming aware of when the tom would appear next. The paranoia within her highended to it's peak and Grasspaw's hearing and sight senses were becoming her strongest assets. Sadly, whenever Grasspaw battled another cat, they took on the appearance of Hazelpaw and she usually leapt off her opponent in fright of hurting her sibling.

Thanks to several battling practices of embarassment, it quickly became normal for Grasspaw to recieve strange glances and such. They regarded her as a freak and the full-fledged paranoia within her didn't help at all. She began to put a wall around her mind. It was just her and Hazelpaw against the world. Nothing would come between them.

...Except reality. It was when the apprentice had wandered away from camp one night- the insomnia at it's worst- Grasspaw was brought back from her wonderland. She had grown used to the sparkling night stars and even welcomed the sight. It was one of the few things that calmed her lately. When Grasspaw was indulging herself in the beautiful night sky, she failed to realize a figure sneaking towards her.

The figure was none other than a large cream tom by the name of Roland that was roaming a tad too close to the WindClan territory than the group of cats would have liked. Sadly, Grasspaw was downwind from the rouge and had no idea that he was even approaching her. Everything that happened next came faster than anyone would have thought.

Roland tackled Grasspaw, managing to pin her down, before forcing her. At first, she had struggled greatly until she noticed his cream pelt. That same coloration belonged to none-other-than her dream sibling, Hazelpaw. Shock set in after that and the calico went into a dazed state before the tom disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.

Believeing that she had just been violated by her phantom of a sibling, Grasspaw hurried to her mother, Darlingqueen. She explained everything from beginning to end to the other calico, pleading with her to believe the insane. That Grasspaw's dream sibling was in fact real and out to get her. She asked her mother to tell her why she would lie about the other kit being a still-born.

Darlingqueen became repulsed by her look-alike daughter's accusations and scolded her for it all. She had been unruly to, but nothing as crazy as what Grasspaw was thinking. A fight commenced between the two she-cats, but only bits and pieces of it were truly known to the passer-bys. The full story was only known by the mother-daughter pair. Darlingqueen spoke of what Grasspaw had confided in her to no one for fear of having a psychotic child and being told by others that she had failed.

Grasspaw's behavior calmed down and she no longer began to see Hazelpaw's peering eyes that eerily resembled her own, managing to even battling other apprentices without fail. Her paranoid senses went down some, but she was still reminded of her being forced and she still remained vigilant at most times- her insomnia was more or less gone considering she no longer longed for her mother's company and the sight of stars disgusted her now.

It was a little while later than Grasspaw took notice of her own swelling belly. She quickly knew what this sign meant, but she spoke of it to no one and beared her worries alone. What would come of her now? An apprentice with kits was an insane possibility and burden. She wasn't sure how she'd react to all the buzz she'd bring to the camp, but she'd try and gone on like normal for now- at least before it became too obvious.

Attending a patrol with her mentor and another mentor-apprentice pair of cats, Grasspaw was greatly frightened when they were attacked by three rouges. At first, she fought alongside her companions, but the worry for her future litter caused her to flee into some nearby underbrush as the hostile cats tore into her clanmates. She attempted to head back to camp, but was cut off by another rouge- Roland.

No words were spoke and Grasspaw stood as still as a statue as the cream tom looked her over. With a nod of his head and a few more words, he explained to the calico that she would have to come with him or he would alert the other rouges to her presence and that they would kill her. Thinking about her own life in question, she did as Roland commanded.

He led her to an abandoned barn where a few other loner cats visited, but the cream tom used his large size to his advantage and protected Grasspaw admantly. At first, she made plans to run away, but all failed miserably and her current state worsened, leaving her unable to do much. Roland hunted for them both and he took care of the apprentice as if she were his mate.

One day, a group of cats headed to the barn and Grasspaw had never felt so happy before in her life. A group from WindClan had come to save her. (They had been searching for the she-cat for awhile until they came across a friendly loner who happened to spot her within the barn.) The rag-tag group of cats contained her mentor- who she had previously thought dead- three other warriors, and two apprentices.

Once the diplomatic approach had failed and the calico blatantly made sure her clanmates knew she wanted to go home, they managed to fend Roland off and escape with their heavily-expecting persecuted maiden. Cleared of paranoia and cloudy thoughts, Grasspaw was actually happy to find herself among familiar faces and the other cats were actually welcoming her return. As if they didn't already realize that her condition was obviously a tradegy.

When Grasspaw returned, there was one quite nasty surprise that needed to be told to her, but before she could be told of it, the leader called a clan meeting. The leader spoke of past losses, hardship, and the return of their beloved companion. It was also that night that she recieved her warrior name Grassfield. She was filled with joy, but it was notably short-lived when a whispering voice mentioned Darlingqueen.

Grassfield searched the crowd for her mother's similar calico pelt. Going into a frenzy, wondering where her mother was, Grassfield's mentor attempted to soothe the spazzing cat and told her the truth. He was the only cat besides one of the apprentices to survive the rouge attack because another patrol heard their cries. Darlingqueen had been the cat to save him, but she died in the process. Her mentor promised that he would make it up to Grassfield and protect her and her future litter in honor for Darlingqueen's sacrifice.

Despite the abadonment of her mother several moons ago, Grassfield's panic was only temporarily calmed considered she suddenly went into labor from all the shock. Unable to cope with everything happening around her mentally and physically, Grassfield managed to squeeze two bundles out of her decaying body before passing on into the afterlife.

Grassfield's sparkling green eyes did open up again once more though- only they didn't belong to her body. They belonged to her spirit. They opened up to see a dark swirling world around her. The Forest of Darkness was laid out in front of it. She wa dead and not all that happy about it.

Name: Patchedpelt

Age: Fourty-four moons

Gender: Male

Clan: RiverClan

Position: Deputy

Description: Nowhere near as young as he used to be, Patchedpelt is more or less what cats consider middle-aged. His body has strong, bulky muscles that ripple beneath his pelt and it's obvious that he's always been a fighter. His eyes are average looking to say the least. They're a shade of green that aren't exactly rare or striking. He has a long-haired coat that protects him from the elements, but it can be a hassle in the summer time. The tip of his right ear has been ripped off from a past battle. Patchpelt's name is derived from his coloration. He's mainly white with tree-bark brown tabby splotches randomly placed on his body. He has a pink nose, but his paw-pads are a coal black.

Personality: Patchedpelt is easily one of the most unique cats to grace RiverClan with his presence and it made sense that he was given the title of it's deputy. The large tom has a tendency to be what one would consider two-faced. He has more than one side to himself, greating a strong complexity to what one would normally think was a typical, loyal deputy.

If you're lower on the foodchain than Patchedpelt and you've done something less than favorable, expect this tabby to look down on you. Unlike most toms who are disgusted by lower-moral creatures, he pities them. In fact, he can be quite forgiving under the right circumstances. (The right circumstances usually involve something that will benefit himself.)

For cats meeting Patchedpelt the first time, they need to remember to keep their wits about themselves- keep their sharp tongues to themselves- and remain polite. This tom suffers from an extreme difficulty of accepting that a cat's first impression might have been wrong. (He can be as stubborn as a mule at times and doesn't enjoy being proven wrong.)

But when it comes to the lucky few that this tom respects, there's a chance they'll be treated like gods. Patchedpelt can be quite the smooth talker at times and it's no surprise that he has allies outside of his own clan. (Of course these bonds are formed only at gatherings and nowhere else. He's loyal to his clan and duty.)

The tom's greatest weakness is his addiction to poppy seeds. He has been known to require them in order to fall asleep because of his insomnia which is an extreme burden to him.

History: The sun had been high in the sky, the day Patchedkit was born. His brown tabby and white pelt was notable even on his newly-born body and his mother, Pebblestep, named him after the coloration he had inherited from his father, Rocksteady. Patchedkit was only one of several kits born that day- Two queens gave birth around the same time amazingly- but he was the easily the largest.

Despite his larger size, Patchedkit didn't use his strong build against his younger siblings. He was the typical sterotype of being a 'big' brother. (He wasn't the oldest- just the largest- and even the kits he wasn't related to called him brother.) He had a caring nature and coddled his 'siblings' to the point where they all loved him.

Patchedkit quickly became Patchedpaw and he accepted the new suffix with great pride. With an also-bulky tom by the name of Ambergaze, the apprentice quickly developed strong fighting abilities- though the training itself usually left him with a bruise or two thanks to Ambergaze's huge size. There had been certain controversy about Ambergaze recieving a tom-kit who had such high hopes since he had once abandoned RiverClan.

Patchedpaw had heard the story of Ambergaze's betrayal, but he was eager to take on the amber-eyed tom as his mentor for the power his body radiated. Surely, that would be passed onto himself if he listened and acted with patient beneath Ambergaze's guidance. It was because of Ambergaze's past incident that he literally shoved the Warrior Code down Patchedpaw's throat. He made sure that no apprentice of his would be doing any transcretions that would later blow up in his face.

Of course, ever-vigilant Patchedpaw took in everything like a sponge. He questioned the older tom's past some-what, but what truly mattered to Patchedpaw was his future. He would not be an ordinary warrior. The apprentice viewed Ambergaze as the first of many cats that he would credit for his future greatness- assuming everything went according to his dreams. (Then again, Patchedpelt hadn't really planned out his future. He just knew he wanted to be special.)

Unlike most apprentices, Patchedpaw's ceremony had happened on a particularly dark day after the killing of a mother fox and her two kits. It hadn't been as vicious as the stories that they were telling the newest batch of kits, but Patchedpaw couldn't help but feel disgusted for snapping that fox-kit's neck in his own jaws. It was so similar to one of their own kits' necks. Much too similar for his liking, but he did what was necessary to protect his clanmates. After all, fox-kits grew up and ate clan kits in the dead of night if they weren't careful.

Patchedpaw's warrior name was predictable, but the warrior liked it anyway. The simplicity of it was what he would call 'beautiful'. Pride surged through his entire being when the clan had called out his new name, Patchedpelt. The ideal of it all was amazing. He was officially one of them. One of the team. It was that following night that it occured to him that he still wasn't satified- at least not yet. There was something missing.

...And then he realized it like a smack in the face.

He should become their leader.


Activity: I can be on every day.

Duty: Assigning hunting parties and border patrols