It's alright Rainy!

@Alche it's alright, take as long as you need

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Urk, this is late of me! I'm sorry! I'll have time to post tonight though, as long as the characters are ok. <3 I can get DesertClan and SavannahClan moving, then, and I can start RainClan once at least one other person joins that I guess, lol.

Name: Flyfeather
Age: 3 years
Gender: Female, but maned. Essentially sterile, but interested in both genders.
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance: A tan lioness, with lighter dappling throughout her coat, particularly along her flanks. Her mane is not terribly distinct, but rather a ruff of longer, silky hairs running along her neck and down her chest. While there are some hairs upon the back of her neck as well, they are not as plentiful. There is an absence of such hairs growing up to her forehead. The mane is a deeper, warm chestnut, and her eyes are a calm blue. Her frame is slightly larger than that of the average lioness, but is still slim and elegant, far too small to be that of a male.
Personality/History: Like all lioness cubs, Flyfeather was raised expecting and anticipating to be another warrior in service to her Clan, and her high energy and robust frame set her up for popularity and success. Even before her apprenticeship, she was already quite well-liked and considered a great warrior in the making. She was excited to go on hunts and spar the other lions, and excelled once she finally was apprenticed. However, throughout her life, she was also pestered by nagging dreams of lions she’d never met, watching over her from the stars. Though she often spoke of these spiritual guides as a cub, once she understood the significance of StarClan, she kept her dreams to herself. After all, she wanted to be a warrior, and warriors dealt with the real world. StarClan, however, clearly had other plans, and around halfway through her apprenticeship, her mane really started to grow, and it was clear that she was not just a little furrier than her other apprentices. And of course, the dreams never stopped. Eventually, she caved, and switched to study medicine. Though not terribly fond of it, her talent with dreams and interpretation shone through, and she is very respected as a medicine cat already at a young age. She still is very high energy and athletic, however, and though she is not supposed to, she often ditches her duties as a medicine cat to join on hunts.
Mate: Nope
Cubs: None
Kin: Open
Clan: SavannahClan


Name: Rhinostar
Age: 6 years (5 lives remaining)
Gender: Male
Rank: Leader
Appearance: A gaunt male, with almost no mane whatsoever, only a tuft of hair pointed forward and, resembling a rhinoceros’s horn. His fur is a light, creamy color, close to the sands in which his clan has made its home. His paws are unusually broad, enabling him to run unhindered in the desert. He is built thick and muscular, typical of a male. Even lacking in his mane, it is unmistakable. His body is already laced in scars from his victories, and he takes great pride in them.
Personality/History: The biggest cub in his litter and the sole survivor, Rhinostar was born in a time of turmoil, greater than that of which normally surrounds the brutal Clan of the desert, when even the wet season ran dry. He is one of the few who even managed to survive that brutal year, and that deeply affected him in a number of ways. He is all-too aware that any sort of weakness in the pride could lead to another calamity, and is constantly pushing all of his Clanmates to be stronger, for not just their own sake, but for each others’. He seems very harsh and uncaring in the face of death, illness, and starvation— he has seen it far too many times before for it to shake him easily. Even in the face of dire danger, he stands bitterly defiant. Notably uncommon for a leader is that he has yet to take a mate. While he may seem strong and callous, he is, in fact, very intimidated by the idea of growing attached, fearing it will result in weakness in his heart, to be exploited, and tortured later by the inevitable loss of one before the other. It is for this reason that he has not yet even sired any cubs, even with a female he holds no affection for. What if he gets too close to them? In spite of this attitude, however, he does take mentorship very seriously, and it is a rare occurrence for the leader to be without a pupil. He takes pride in his skills in teaching, and aims to be as active in the Clan’s affairs as possible, to keep its members strong. Often, he chooses the weakest cub of the lot to be his own apprentice, and his training regimes are infamously brutal. Rumour has it that more than one apprentice has died under his supervision, but the survivors grow from runts into famed, glorified warriors. He keeps close contact with those he has taught, in spite of his general policy against getting close to others. They are the closest thing he has to a family. However, he does not exempt them from his expectations, and he expects strength and demands respect from the whole Clan, in the hopes that under him, discipline will foster better times.
Mate: None, unlikely, but I’ll certainly consider it.
Cubs: None
Kin: None surviving, but if you want to be a previous apprentice of him, please do.
Clan: DesertClan


Urk, I hope it’s alright that I made a different leader? Shatteredstar hadn’t made any posts yet, so… >x< I kind of got attached to this idea, and I think it’d be easier for me to RP xD It shouldn’t be a big deal, right…? /shot

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It's good, Alche! They're both accepted

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