Tilly's

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Name: Fresca, fool.
Age: 13 moons old
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner
Position: Loner
Description:
Fresca bears a mixed colored coat, one she heaves proudly on her muscular shoulders. Her pelt, at first, is a creamy white, almost dirty-looking. It fades into a light, mellow brown, but then plummets into a much deeper hue of brown. That deeper brown has a few lighter brown undertones mixed in, giving her a radiant, healthy look. Her tail is painted a sullen but classic ebony shine. Her underbelly is colored the same creamy-white as explained above, yet it's a little more tinted light, toasted brown. Her face is white until you reach her acoustics- they are a very deep brown, looking almost onyx until you get her into sunlight. this deep brown illuminates part of her face, as it goes in a broad circle around her ears. she has long, feathery whiskers. Her eyes are ice blue, unmatched by any cold blue around. They never seem to hold warmth in them, even when she's in a sparked mood.

Her fur is short and manageable, and it's hard to tell if it is dirty or not, even on the creamy parts. Her build is tall and narrow, but actually pretty muscular when you look closely. She stands straight and erect, and has a fast walk, as if she is determined to get where she is going. Her face always has a calm, mellow expression on it, kind of cute when you get to think about it.

Personality:
Fresca is not a socialist. she'd rather sit on the sidelines rather than jump into conversation. she is very quiet, only speaking up when absolutely necessary. most thought she was muse when she was younger, but she is perfectly content being reserved and quiet. It;s her sanctuary, her quietude. She loves it. She enjoys the simpler things in life, and would be happy just lying in a field full of flowers all day. She is inquisitive and curious, a broad imagination harboring in her mind. She is full of idea,s but she rarely ever states them. she is drastically shy, and hates meeting others. she fears rejection, and embarrassment makes her heart race unnaturally. Sadly, she missed out on a lot of grand opportunities because she is too shy, too scared.

She looks after her family and loves life. She is very passionate, in a quiet, lost way. Love is something she is scared to experience. she feels that she is never right, that no boy will ever want her, because no one really knows anything about her. She is very mysterious and intriguing, though she does not mean to be.

Fresca is very protective, but lacks verbal skills. When threatened or challenged, she stutters and pauses a lot. Under pressure, she cracks. She hates being in the limelight, and will do anything to keep the focus off of her. She works hard for her family, cause grief is something she cannot handle. If someone died that was close to her, she loses all control.

Self-loathing is something she has been doing all her life. She never realizes her true potential, and she is very insecure. she doesn't get how much she means to her family. Despair reaps in her heart, and she can be in the blackest of moods sometimes. She is uncomfortable with her body, and she thinks that she is not smart enough to survive.

She likes to flash back into the past, when she was happier. She is very nostalgic like that. Living in the past is something she does on a regluar basis, to please herself, to comfort her. she likes her memories in order, and she likes to re-visit the better ones. She tends to block out bad memories, she surpresses them dramatically. she can forget whole time segments, or important yet bad days in her life. when a discussion about these bad times come up, she barely knows what is going on.

History:
Born as a kittypet, Fresca has a wide expanse of siblings. They stick together through thick and thin, and they left the kittypet life to become loners, braving the vast forests around them

{That's it, I'm not so sure about their history, check her siblings bios...}

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Name: Talonstar

Age: 98 moons
Gender: Male
Clan: StarClan
Position: Deceased Leader
Description:
Talonstar has a tall, lanky frame, one he has had all his life. As a kit he was big for his age and had huge, clumsy paws, but as he grew he filled out a little bit more. Talonstar's canvas is painted light brown, almost tan in the sunlight. His eyes are a fierce and independent yellow, like an alert owls eyes. His chin and part of his neck have a dash of white on it, which ends at his dull pink nose. His tail is very long, often items getting in the way of normal every day tasks. He actually has tons of muscle, but his skinny exterminator fools everyone into thinking he is malnourished and frail. His underbelly is slightly lighter than the rest of his pelt. His fur is short and smooth, and his ears are straight and erect. He walks with a quick, fats gait, not one to wander slowly.

Personality:
Talonstar is fair and level-headed. He never gets too far ahead of himself and never takes himself seriously at drastic times. He tends to overreact to simple stations and can make a fool out of himself, but he has learned to control these conflicted feelings. He has a good, kind heart, not one you would usually spot in Shadowclan, the Clan he lead for many moons. He doesn't like loud noises and can get easily annoyed. He makes good decisions and always puts the Clan before himself. He will risk anything to keep a Clan safe.

Talonstar isn't one to play games, he likes to get to the point of things. He is clear in his directions and puts a dollop of stern speech on any monologue lecture he gives to his Clan, to show he means business. He likes to keep everyone happy, and he can't bear it when one is upset. He will do anything to cheer one up.

He is strict, but not overly-strict. He knows the limits and boundaries, and has fair punishments for every mishap. Talonstar forgives easily and forgets just as easily, but when you really get him mad, a grudge pursues. Talonstar doesn't like to have to deal with the monsters that arise sometimes in clan life. When it gets personal, Talonstar goes mad. He can't seem to see the other cats side to the story, he loses all empathy. It's not to say that he ignores them and pretends they don't exist like a kid, but he has no warm hearted feelings and certainly never appraises them or promotes them. Talonstar can be brought out of these stages, but it takes a tremendous amount of effort.

History:
As a kit, most thought Talonstar was disabled. He seemed to not get things right away, and he was awfully slow. But as he grew, he fledged beautifully. His brain activity grew, and he was ready to become an apprentice at 7 moons of age, one moon late as a precaution. He trained vigorously, and the thoughts that cats had about him before changed completely. He was a bright, inquisitive young fellow, one who always had a question and had an ambition to learn. When he became a warrior, named Talonclaw, the horrors of his kit hood vanished. He worked as a warrior for only a few moons when disaster struck ShadowClan. The deputy spot had to be filled, and Talonclaw as the obvious choice. Thrilled, he tried his best to keep the Clan thriving. A few moons later the previous leader, Mysticstar, died an unknown death, and Talonstar was forced to take the roll so quickly, but he enjoyed the challenge. He died many moons and seasons later, after having two sons and a daughter with his mate, Stormcloud. He was hit by a monster on the thunderpath, his limp body found by one of his trusted clanmates Roaringwaters.

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"if you loved me, why'd you let me go?"

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Name: Longpaw
Medicine Cat Name: Longmask
Age: 7 moons old
Gender: Male
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Description:
I should not have to describe. You have an image presented above. But, okay. Here goes:

He is unusually small for his age, as small as a 4 moon old kit. He hates his small stature and wishes constantly for tall limbs. His back paws are very long, thus his name. His pelt is a seasoned tiger trend, slightly grey rather than the traditional muddy brown/golden hue. His ears are painted ebony, and his paws have ivory spots on them. His has ivory claws, too. His tail extends beyond measure; he is an expert at climbing trees due to this attribute. His eyes are a heart melting green, emerald orbs that shine bright even on the darkest of days. His pelt is short and to the point, and he is always conscious on how it looks, if it is clean or not. His is thin, but it all has to do with his small size. His underbelly has a long white stripe running through the middle, and surrounding his muzzle is an ivory mask, where he gets his full-fledged medicine cat name.

Personality:
Longpaw is ornery and sometimes ignorant. He likes things his way and doesn't see why people have to be so pushy all the time. He hates to rush and always takes his time, aiming for true perfection. He is a neat freak, always making sure things are tidy. He is vain, wanting to look good at all times. He is stubborn but smart, and always has a hot retort for you. He is sarcastic and witty, yet charming. Cats can't seem to not love him.

Longpaw's quiet side is a side often seen. He's not one for conversation. He likes to work, work, work, which often makes him to busy to socialize. He would like to make friends, but he is too constricted in his life of medicine to notice his pariah status. The Clan thinks fondly of him though. He is not exactly beloved, but close to it, and he doesn't even realize it.

At this stage in life, he believes love is icky, but love hits everyone. If Longpaw were to create an ideal girl, he'd have her be irrevocably beautiful and smart, with a shining personality to brighten his rather darker, serious one. He'd have her be quirky and bubbly and innocent. This may be a fantasy, but somewhere deep inside his heart he knows there is someone out there like that. It's his job to find her.

He doesn't really believe in himself as much as he should, and he often needs a pep talk to get him going. when he gets going, it's like whirlwind- he is a determined young cat and he is ambitious, and he likes to get things done fast.

He doesn't like loud noise, and he likes to ease into things easily. When grief or anger hits, he is explosive. He takes things out on innocent cats and can be judged badly on this. He may be too emotional, but he tries to control himself as best as he can, keeping composure even when he is at his breaking point.

History:
Longpaw was born into RiverClan with no desire whatsoever in medicine. He thought it was icky and all the remedies tasted awful, and he swore on his life that he would never get caught up in the stuff. But fate is a funny thing. his mother was diagnosed with Greencough four moons after his birth, and she quickly deteriorated. As her dying wish, she wanted her son to pursue a life as a medicine cat, to help the Clan survive in the toughest months. Longpaw reluctantly agreed, and he has set his mind to the task ever since. his father kept an eye on him, as he was an only child, and encouraged him to keep on with his job in medicine. Without his fathers help, Longpaw might've gone against his mothers wishes. But he is a faithful cat, and he always kept her wish in his mind. It was his priority to fulfill his mothers wishes. He will never quit medicine, as he has found a compatibility in the job. It keeps him busy, and he loves to work hard. It's the perfect task for him.

Activity:
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Medicine Cat Apprentice's Role:
Borage: Keeps fevers away. Helps nursery mother produce milk, too.
Tansy: Treats coughs and colds.
Marigold: Relieves chills, also used to prevent wound infection.[/blockquote][/size]