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Source-commission of mine by ♥ ophiie ♥ (#30473)

Don't fear the dark, for without it, how would we see the stars?"

Name: Blackstar
NPC-ish.
Rank: Leader
Clan- Duskclan
Age: 49 moons
Gender: Male
Strength based.

Appearance:
A muscular but short black tom with a white tipped ear, a short coat and most distinctively, a single gold eye. Despite this rather unsettling face, he carries himself with an air of confidence that comes with experience and age. With a long tail and graceful movements, Darkstar is a handsome tom, despite his age and time in the woods starting to show. He wears his scars proudly, each just telling a story of survival. The only injury that seems to bother him is a jagged scar over his hip and flank, causing his step to occasionally trip.

Personality:
Blackstar is a serious tom, taking his role as Leader of Duskclan to be the most important in his life. Having trained under the old leader, with his blood containing that of an exiled Dawnclan queen and a rogue, he carries a respect for the warrior code that some of the others find more lax. Though he may be hard to get to relax, he is not against cracking a smile or a purr, and is always there to lend a paw, or mediate between quarreling clan-mates.

History:
Blackstar was born into Duskclan, to a caring mother and unknown Sire. While his upbringing was quite normal, he always had the drive to prove himself above and beyond his peers. Highly devoted to the Warrior code and Starclan, he never saw his roots at 'rogue' in nature. As far as he was concerned, he was born in the forest and that was what determined his blood.
He became deputy when he was 29 moons, still young in many eyes but he had proven himself time and time again in battle, and his devotion to the clan. While at this time in his life his ambition seemed to grow a bit too strong, he never sought more power than he was given.
When he became leader however, that glare of ambition seemed to blind him, and he made a rash decision to try and move the borders back to an old position, a choice that lead to the loss of his first life and his eye, and this was a wake up call for the sometimes overzealous tom.
Since then, he has chosen his battles carefully, and while he is not afraid to use his claws he will often speak before rushing blindly into action. Though his injuries cause his fighting to change and often can be a detriment, his unique movements and resolve still make him a formidable enemy in a fight, which he proved at winning the River Rocks once Dawnclan named its newest leader.


Kin-
Shadowstar(deceased) Previous Duskclan leader, Uncle
Whisperwind (deceased) Mother
Unknown Father

Relationships
Mate: Open
Closest Friends: Owlfeather, deputy.

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Source-My own art.

"There is no room for weakness."

Name: Foxpaw
Rank: Apprentice
NPC-ish
Clan- Dawnclan
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Female
Agility Based.

Appearance:
An unusually small (for Dawnclan) ginger tabby with pale yellow eyes and canines that just peek out from her upper lip. Tough and stern, Foxpaw is constantly seen with a scowl upon her muzzle, or a haughty curl of her lips. Carrying herself with boldness and a 'better than you' strut, she wears her feelings on her pelt. Despite beign quite young, she carries quite a few small scars from her constant training and getting into trouble.

Personality:
Sharp and impudent, Foxpaw respects one thing, and that is strength. Be is strength of will or physical prowess, she only seems to show interest in cats who have such resolve. Pricky and difficult to get to know, Foxpaw does not show affection easily, the only cats who seem to ever get off without a sharp remark and even the occasional sharing tongues being her own kin. While she respects the hierarchy, she seems only to do so because the warrior code says as such. Her faith in Gingerstar seeming to rely on the fact that the leader is steadfast and ruthless in her eyes. She respects Umbraclaw, but after she has seen the she-cat choosing words over claws has seemingly dismissed the deputy as a good source of learning, even if she gives off a facade of behavior when she needs to.
Foxpaw will do whatever she can to prove herself strong, and will not let any cat stand in her way.
History
With a temper as fiery as her pelt, its a wonder Foxpaw made it through her early apprentice moons. She was constantly pushing the limit of what Umbraclaw would allow, and was never afraid to test the deputy. While she calmed down as her training went on, she always retained a bit of an arrogance about herself, and occasionally one could see an almost dangerous flash in her eyes. After the death of her mother, her personality grew more frigid, and it seems as though she blocked herself off to any and all affections.
while she has regained some of her usual snippiness, there is a new, something behind her eyes, and she seems to always be listening for something on the breeze, as if hearing voices that arn't quite there.

Kin-
Flamepaw- Sister
Lightsong: Brother

Relationships
Open

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Source-Color by me, Base by https://www.deviantart.com/evertenn/art/Cat-Base-PNG-PSD-718889458

"But, why not?"

Name: Dustpelt
Rank: Warrior
NPC-ish
Clan- Duskclan
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Tom
Agility based.

Appearance:
A smoky grey and pale orange tom, with a peculiar orange face stripe and wide excited eyes. Constantly bouncing, the tom is a whirlwind when he comes into view. His plumy fur usually sticks at odd angles, and it is not uncommon to see leaf litter or other bits of foliage tangled in the light gray pelt. However, his face is always excited, large green eyes staring at any and everything with a sense of unbridled wonder. Tall due to his specific breeding, Dustpelt is all legs and length, and although he once had kittypet softness, muscle has formed, if hidden under all his fluff.
Being a male calico, Dustpelt is sterile, containing the XXY chromosomes. Because of this, he has some peculiar traits. While still tall by average standards, he is smaller than most males of his breed. He lacks much of the fat that most males have, and oddest of all his scent is distinctly similar to a she-cats, meaning a cat could easily get confused if they only scented him, and did not know the tom.

Personality:
"Question everything."
Dustpelt is for lack of a better word, excitable. Once knowing nothing but two-legs and softness, the forest and all it holds are small surprises for the tom. Eager to please, the young cat is quick to offer his services, even if he lacks the skill or knowledge to preform well. Curious by nature, he is constantly asking questions, countering reasoning's, and will never take 'just because' for an answer. However, just tell him about a new discovery, and he'll be off to get in another cats fur. While his heart is always in the right place, Dustpelt's lack of seriousness does tend to cause him to rub cats the wrong way, especially when he doesn't focus on the tasks at hand. While he tries, there hasn't been much in the toms life to inspire anything but joy and excitement. The one thing that does slow the tom down is disappointing another cat. While he can shake off a reprimand like nothing, to know he failed when someone relied on him is a new sensation, and one the tom does not enjoy. It is the only time the young cat slows, even if it for a short time until he makes things right. Because of his odd chromosomes,Dust also has little care about who he flirts with, tom or she-cat, though he is quite the prowling type.
While he isn't aware of his sterile nature, the tom has an instinct about it. Yet, this doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.

History:
A kitty-pet, born and raised Dustpelt lived a rather luxurious life before he joined the clan. From the first moments, his life had been comfort and warmth. While he had been separated from his mother quite young, such was the way for house cats, so he was told. His new life had been kind, a full belly and a warm place to sleep at night. If Dustpelt were to be honest, he enjoyed it. However, there was always a prickle in his pelt, as if he were missing something. A sense of adventure, of breaking out of the mundane life he had grown so comfortable with. It had taken the cat some courage to leave. He tried once, and the sounds and sights and hissing jeering rogues sent him scurrying back to the sanctuary of his two-leg nest. However, once he had the taste of fresh air and grass under his paws, Dustpelt knew what he wanted. So, the young cat did it. He left the world he knew behind, and made his way to where he had heard of a 'clan' that occasionally let strangers join, where cats would protect each other and live how they were meant to live.

Kin-
None/Distant Kittypets.

Relationships

Source: Made by Razz

Name- Owl | Owlpaw | [Owlfeather]
Age- 36 Moons Old
Rank- Deputy
Clan- DuskClan
Gender- She-Cat
Agility Based

Description
Siamese she-cat with light gray-blue eyes. Owlfeather has long legs and a light frame, she also has a long tail. The she-cats fur is short and sleek. She has several scars littered over her body, from all the fights the she-cat has been in. Although she is not the strongest cat, Owlfeather is a good fighter and always has sharp claws.

Personality
Owlfether is a great hunter and loves to run. She is no very keen on opening up to other cats, but once she feels close with a cat, she will stick with them. For now the she-cat is only interested in serving and protecting her clan, but one day she may be open to having a mate.

History
Owlfeather was born to a loner mother, Estell, but she never knew her father and was never really interested in getting to know him. Owl was born in a litter of three, her other two littermates where both toms, Orion and Scorch. She always loved to play fight with her littermates and by the time they split ways, she was the strongest fighter out of the three. Owl soon found the group calling themselves Duskclan and joined them. After some time, proving herself to the clan in many ways, Owlfeather was named deputy.

Kin
Mother- Estell- {Beautiful black she-cat with sparkling blue eyes} She always looked up to her mother and always wanted to be strong and brave like her(Dead)
Brother- Orion- {Muskular black tom with dark green eyes} Even though the three littermates were the same age, the black tom always acted and she always vuid him as an older brother(NPC)
Brother- Scorch- {Lean siamese colored tom with green eyes} Except for their different eyes color and Owl being female, the two look very much alike and she was always a bit closer with Scorch then Orion(NPC)
Crush-
Mate- Mystery
Kits- Unborn as of yet
Widowkit- {Almost white kit with baby blue eyes} She loves her son and will watch over him (PC by Cspr)
Otterkit- {White kit with brown blotches and crystal blue eyes} She loves cuddling with her son (PC by Sweet Dreams)
Cloverkit- {Pale grey ske-kit with a white belly and blue eyes} She enjoys grooming her daughter (PC by Silentjay)
Friends- Wolfstorm - {Large calico she-cat with blue eyes} Although their relationship started out strange, the two have since become the best of friends (PC by Dez)

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Sure.
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Yes
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot?
Orion and Scorch can be used.
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?
Yes.




Original line art https://jax-of-anarchy.deviantart.com/art/Free-Cat-Lineart-602619157 and colored by Razz

Name- Flamekit | [FlamePaw] | Flamepool
Age- 13 Moons Old
Rank- Apprentice - Messenger Apprentice
Clan- Dawnclan
Gender- She-Cat
Agility Based

Description
She is a beautiful dark ginger she-kit with long fur, but no matter how hard she tries it always seems to be a little messy her dark ginger fur seamlessly moves into a lighter orange underbelly. She has darker orange tabby stripes running across her entire body and down her long legs, in contrast to this the tip of her tail is an almost piercing white. Her eyes are a dazzling deep blue with a ring of gold around her iris sparkling full of life, but behind them lies a mysterious darkness that can sometimes be seen shining through.

Personality
She has a very docile, but mischievous personality. One of her favorite past times is to watch the happenings in camp and just be an observer, but another thing that she loves even more is to pull pranks. Flamepaw has always gotten along well with her sister and she very much loves and respects her parents. She always loved listening to her mother's story of attles, when she was a young kit, stories of when her mother was a warrior. Sometimes Flamekit even snuck into the warriors den and listened to them recounting their stories, she always loved to do this. The young she-cat dreams of one day becoming leader, or maybe deputy depending on which one would be more exciting. Right now she has all of her concentration focused on training to be a great warrior, though she still puts some time into annoying Foxpaw. Flamepaw looks forward to training as a messenger, though she is a bit concerned that Lightsong might not like her anymore.

History
Flamekit, although young, was always quite the prankster whenever the chance arose. Once she was able to hide a few nettle leaves in some of the apprentices nests, no one noticed, and because of this the apprentices had the itches for days, It was hilarious. Now that she is older though, she would rather sit back and watch events unfold rather then get involved with them herself. Once in a while she just can't help, but get herself involved. The young she-cat has always loved to run, just run to her heart's content, so she would often sneak out of camp on her own.
Several moons after she had been made an apprentice, she was by the border and noticed a young cat on the other side. To her surprise, the other cat noticed her as well. The young tom was nice, he introduced himself as Mothpaw and the two immediately hit it off. Even though they were from different clans, the two soon became friends and after a few moons, more.

Kin
Mother- Sunspots- {Light ginger she-cat with yellow eyes} Flamepaw looks up to her mother and dreams of one day being a great, or even greater warrior than she was when she was alive (Starpride NPC)
Father- Stoneclaw- {Large dark gray tom with light blue eyes} She has great respect for her father and always looks to him for advice (NPC)
Dead Sister- Mintkit- {Too small light gray she-kit with light blue eyes} Flamepaw does not realy remember her sister, since she died shortly after their birth (Starclan NPC)
Dead Brother- Redkit- {Large dark ginger tom-kit with light blue eyes} Died long before she was born, sometimes Lightsong mentions him (Starclan NPC)
Dead Brother- Slatekit- {Large light gray kit with yellow eyes} Died long before she was born, sometimes Lightsong mentions him (Starclan NPC)
Sister- Foxpaw- She likes her sister and although they get along well, Flamepaw makes fun of Foxpaws seriousness sometimes. Flamepaw is a bit jealous, that her sister is the deputies apprentice, but she is too proud to ever admit this (PC Peachie)
Brother- Lightsong- Deep down she likes her brother, but also thinks he is a bit to motherly and bothersome sometimes (Dawnclan PC Cspr)
Crush- -
Mate- N/A
Kits- N/A
Friends-
Scorchwing - She sees the older she-cat as a friend, but also looks up to her and sees her as a great mentor
Hornetpaw - She finds him nice and a good friend. He's also one of the few cats, beide her kin, that she'll always trust

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Sure
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
No
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot?
Stoneclaw can be used, Mintkit and Sunspots can appear in Starclan.
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?
Yes.





Source: Made by Razz

Name- [Stagkit] | Stagpaw | Staghorn |
Age- Newborn
Rank- Kit {Wants to become Warrior App, but next Med. Cat App}
Clan- DawnClan
Gender- Tom
Cute Based

Description
He is a very small dark gray, almost black tabby kit. He has very fluffy fur, even his bobbed tail is fluffy like a cloud. The young kits left eye is dark green and smoky. His right eye is yellow/brown and blue bisected. He is blind in his left eye, his right eye is normal. Because he is blind in his left eye and his tail being so short, Stagkit has a very hard time staying balanced.

Personality
Although he is still very young, Stagkit is a kind kit and will always try to make friends with everyone. Even though he is only able to stumble around on his small paws right now, Stagkit can be very boisterous.

Disability
Blind in left eye since birth

History
Just born so, nothing really.

Kin
Mother- Cloudburst- He loves his mother dearly and wants to become a great warrior, so he could protect her (Dawnclan PC the-grey-ace)
Father- Mousfur- He never met his father, but his mother always tells them stories of their father. Sometimes Stagkit thinks he can see his father, in his dreams (Starclan NPC)
Brother- Boarkit- He's always liked his brother, especially to play with him, but will always defend him if anybody made fun of him (Dawnclan PC the-grey-ace)
Crush- N/A
Mate- N/A
Kits- N/A
Friends- OPEN

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Sure.
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Maybe once he’s older
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot?
None right now
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?
Yes.

DISCLAIMER: All Art Belongs to Me
I have given permission to - Lightqueen; Ladyseer; Vespertine

Weaselflight and Gingerstar are Agility, Willowpaw is Strength



NAME
Weaselflight
Weasel for his long, thin body, flight for his flighty personality

CLASSIFICATION
Main Character

AGE
21 Moons

RANK and CLAN
Warrior of DuskClan

GENDER
Tom

DESCRIPTION
Fully grown, Weaselflight is a scrawny cat, certainly not one to boast of muscles. He weighs no more than eight pounds, with a wiry form made more for running and hunting than battle. He is long, like the creature of his namesake, with large ears and wide eyes. His coat is a medium length, bushy around his cheeks and tail especially, with a particularly thick ruff of fur around his neck. His coat is largely a light cream brown color, much like the undercoat of a weasel. He has something similar to a van pattern, but instead of being mostly white his coat has taken on the creamy color instead. He has a deep, rich redwood colored tail and ears, with three spots under his eyes and some misshapen patches around his hips. His paws are also the same deep redwood color. He has soft pink leathers, and his paw-pads are also the same shade of pink. They have begun to grey as he gets older and his paws are used more, but they are still distinctly pink. He has pale green eyes.

PERSONALITY
Weaselflight is an exceptionally flighty cat, easy to startle and easy to scare. Prone to stuttering and mumbling instead of speaking out, Weaselflight is a hard cat to understand at times. As he’s gotten older, his speech impediment has lessened, but in times of stress or fear, it returns in full force. Exceptionally shy and undergoing, he is difficult to befriend. Loud or aggressive personalities scare him, and he has a tendency to avoid everyone for the sake of keeping his interactions with that limited. He is very quiet, and doesn’t usually speak out unless he feels he has to. Weaselflight is very protective of those he considers friends, and will stand up for them even if he won’t stand up for himself. He is exceptionally loyal and hardworking, and not one cat in the clan would call him undedicated. Born a kittypet, the young tom has a fierce determination to be the best that he can be, and he fights his fears for the sake of that goal.

HISTORY
Weaselflight was born a kittypet by the name Ceres. His family was nothing special, simply a family where the pet had gotten pregnant. His litter was small, the only other kitten being another tom by the name of Eros. Their upbringing was quiet and filled with love and affection from both the humans they lived with and their mother. It was really his brother who belonged outside and in the wild. Weaselflight looked up to his brother in every way, almost worshipping him. When their yearning for freedom, or rather Eros' yearning, grew strong enough and the pair heard of a group of cats living wild, it was him who convined Weaselflight to join. Eros, given the name Darkpaw, was killed within a week of leaving for the clan. Weaselflight, then the newly dubbed Weaselpaw, was stricken with grief. He vowed to become the warrior that Darkpaw would never get to be, and he has done his best to follow through with that vow. He was granted the name Weaselflight at the age of 12 moons. Since then, it has been quiet.

RELATIONSHIPS
Dustpelt - Close Friend
In the time after Darkpaw's death, Weaselflight [then Weaselpaw], was very isolated and lonely. When he finally stepped back into the clan to stop himself from running back to his twolegs, he found a friend in Dustpelt [then Dustpaw], an older apprentice. They trained together, and he didn't worry so much about his speech impediment because of Dustpelt's strange feminine smell and physical 'deformity' in his coat. They both had something off about them, and though it wouldn't truly harm either one or anyone else, it helped pull them together.

Weaselflight | DuskClan Warrior | 21 Moons | Tom | Camp | Open


Better safe than sorry
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NAME
Gingerstar
Formerly Gingerfrost
Ginger for her personality and red hue, frost for her cold mannerisms and pale color

CLASSIFICATION
Main Character

AGE
36 Moons

RANK and CLAN
Leader of DawnClan

GENDER
Mollie

DESCRIPTION
Gingerstar is a small cat, not tiny but certainly not one you would expect to pack the punch that she does. She's petite but compact, and exceptionally muscular. This two-year-old mollie was born with a strange, almost cream coat with distinct patches of a darker brownish cream streaked with a vibrant ginger glow. One of her ears is fully engulfed by the reddish patches, though the other is the same cream the rest of her body. Her back is covered in a large patch of dark cream, lined with bright flickers of ginger and scarlet. These are strongest along her spine and fades out as it goes down her ribs. Most of her tail is also the candle-like colors, except for the very tip. One foreleg is colored up to the elbow as well, and she has a single patch below one of her eyes. Gingerstar is mostly short-haired, except for around her cheeks and tail. In both places, the fur begins to elongate into elegant plumes of fur and color. Her leathers are mottled pink and black, and her nose is mostly black with two patches of pink on either side of it. Her eyes are exceptionally striking, as they fade from a soft, pale gold into a piercing blue close to her pupil. This happened when her gaze stopped turning from blue to it's final color as a kit, and she doesn't mind it much. However, it is certainly an intimidating sight when she locks eyes with someone. Her claws are always sharp, as is her gaze and nose. She's a more stout cat, with proportionate legs and large ears. Her muscles are most obvious in her hind legs which are those she uses most.

PERSONALITY
Gingerstar is a force to be reckoned with. Though she is small, the ferocity with which she throws herself into every challenge is something to be admired. She's headstrong, hard-working, and honest to a fault, a trinity of traits that has earned her almost as much trouble as it has good. The little mollie spent her entire life vying for a position of power, exceptionally ambitious and unyielding in her work. She enjoys power, but truly is always doing her best to further her clan and provide for her clanmates as best she can. She can be harsh in these goals, however, and isn't always viewed as the good guy. Her unyielding nature carried into her leadership position, and though she enjoys the power she is oftentimes lonely. She won't take a break from her ride or die nature to attempt to make herself seem like an actual cat with feelings and a personality. Instead, she settles for being disliked by everyone so that she can continue to better her clan however she can.

HISTORY
Gingerstar was born in a low kit year, almost 5 moons older than the next youngest kits, and about 4 moons younger than the closest litter, something that fed into her antisocial and ambitious personality. She spent most of her time alone, given she was the only kit in her litter, and sought out companionship with the apprentices and warriors. This led to her constant vying for power, she was constantly put down by the apprentices who didn't like her hanging around and the warriors who saw her as a nuisance. Her own parents, Embergaze and Icefang, adored her but had little time for her antics. Embergaze longed for her warrior duties the entire time she was pregnant, and as soon as Gingerkit could toddle and spend more than a few hours without milk, Embergaze left to spend time in the forest fulfilling her duties. When Icefang wasn't busy, he would pop in and spend a bit of time with his only child, but in the end he and Embergaze's love was not one meant for raising kittens. Their love was meant only for an on the job fling, a momentary flash in their lives. No other kits were born. Gingerstar's apprenticeship was mostly uneventful, her mentor was hard on her but fair, and he helped her to become the best that she could as a warrior. After earning her warrior name, Gingerfrost, she climbed quickly through the ranks. Her former mentor fathered a litter, and soon after died. Due to her connection to her father, Gingerfrost quickly took to his kit Umbrakit. Umbrapaw, and then Umbraclaw was virtually Gingerfrost's only friend through the time she grew from warrior to deputy. The hardheaded mollie kept an eye out for the small version of her former mentor, and did her best to groom her into the best warrior she could be from the sidelines. By the time she hit her thirty-fourth moon, she was making the trek to the Starpool to earn her leader's name and nine lives, quickly appointing Umbraclaw as deputy, no matter how young she was. The pair understood one another, making it a bit easier to maintain a functioning relationship with mutual support. In the two moons she's been leader since, she's gained no friends, and more than a few enemies in DuskClan. She dislikes the other clan with a vehemence that isn't seen as often now that DuskClan has been in the territories for awhile. She's tireless, and pushes more than a few buttons with her declarations and decisions. It's safe to assume she'll be making more trouble in the future.

RELATIONSHIPS
Umbraclaw - Close Friend
In the time after Umbraclaw's father's death, when she was just a kit, Gingerstar [then Gingerfrost], took to her and kept an eye on her to pay back the lessons her mentor [Umbraclaw's father] had taught her. Umbraclaw was groomed for the deputy's position, and only a few moons after her naming ceremony, when Gingerstar assumed the leader's position, there was no question as to who she would pick as her deputy.

Gingerstar | DawnClan Leader | 36 Moons | Mollie | Camp | Open


If you ask too many questions, or seek too much approval, nothing ever gets done
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NAME
Willowpaw
To Be Willow- [Willowsong; Willowstep; Willowstorm; Willowspots; Willowshade]
Willow for his pale colors and long, flowing fur, x for x

CLASSIFICATION
Main Character

AGE
6 Moons

RANK and CLAN
Apprentice of DawnClan

GENDER
Tom

DESCRIPTION
Willowpaw is a very tall, slim tom, but he is built muscularly despite that general appearance. Below his exceptionally thick coat, he has rippling muscles and pale dappled skin. His fur is very long and bushy, a constant trouble to him during times of wetness. Despite this, he adores swimming and playing in the water, he just ends up acting like a sponge and being damp for at least a day afterwards. This fur of his is covering a mottled black and pink frame, shown most primarily in his dappled pawpads and black and pink nose. His coat is that of a snow bengal cat- mostly a very pale off-white color, with extremely pale cream 'ghost' spotting on his torso. As the spotting and striping goes down his legs, and up to his face and along his tail, it darkens significantly to a near black closest to his paws. The markings are almost rosette like on his body, but begin to condense into larger spotting and stripes along his legs, face, and tail. He has tufted ears and a very thick, bushy tail. His ear tufts and the edges of his ears are the same very dark brownish black that the darkest markings along his legs and tail, and the markings along his face are very strikingly placed, making him appear to have eyeliner. It causes his vibrant baby blue eyes to pop. They are a very pale blue color, edging towards violet or purple colors, like those of albino cats with broken pigmentation. His belly is mostly devoid of the cream patches, as is his throat and muzzle.

PERSONALITY
Willowpaw is a very manipulative and intelligent cat. Though he is strong, he had spent the majority of his short life with two much bigger siblings who could very easily overpower him. Because of this, he adapted to gain what little leverage on them that he could, becoming an exceptionally intelligent, somewhat twisted cat. He enjoys toying with other cats and their moods or opinions, loves arguments and exercises for his brain. In particular, he is a very skilled strategist. He loves to fight both verbally and physically, and oftentimes uses verbal tactics to toy with opponents and gain the upper paw. His strategist mind poses some problems, however. He is prone to overthinking and being slow in his reactions at first. He is oftentimes the instigator of situations, however, his overthinking only a product of in the moment, surprises for which he was not prepared. If he has had time to contemplate, or even bought himself time by using his manipulative words and taunts, he becomes an extremely dangerous opponent. It is safe to say that he is very intelligent, but not just in respect to 'school smarts'. He is both very good at recalling what he is taught, but also at using common sense in battle and other situations. This can be a bit difficult for him when he can't discern which should take the lead in the moment- sense or logic, and he commonly will end up using the wrong thing in the moment. This leads him into some... strange situations. Despite all of his manipulative traits, Willowpaw is far from effective in navigating emotional matters, particularly his own. He can play off of other's emotions but the moment he's expected to actually help with them or use his own, he blanks. This makes him extremely awkward in managing relationships in the clan. He is uncomfortable with, in particular, any type of relationship that plays on affection and mutual respect. His family was not the most supportive and as such he never developed the necessary skills to navigate the emotional fields. He's not the most friendly character when this happens.

HISTORY
Willowpaw was born in the first litter of his mother and father, Palewind and Rainfall. His litter was three kits, himself, Willowkit, and his two much larger brothers, Dapplekit and Swiftkit. Being the runty one, Willowkit was forced to fend for himself using whatever methods he could- particularly his words. His mother was very distant from him, and his father uncomfortable with kits. Similarly to Gingerstar, his parents were not built to be such. Palewind did not want to spend her time caring for her kittens except physically- she was not mentally strong herself so trying to teach kittens morals and the meaning of things like love and affection was too much for her. Rainfall almost completely avoided them after they began talking, and though as their apprenticeships begin he is trying to make steps back into their lives, Willowpaw resents him. Neither mother nor father helped him to develop his emotional skill and as such, Willowpaw's only teachers were his brothers, both of whom liked to beat him up and mess with him physically. Willowpaw learned to outpace them however he could- manipulative language and intelligence. Now, neither of his siblings can outpace him in training. He strives constantly for what he views to be the 'best' path. His twisted lovemap leaves him believing that manipulation and coldness is what having a 'family' is and he is terrible at socializing with anyone but perhaps his mentor.

RELATIONSHIPS
Name - Relationship

Willowpaw | DawnClan Apprentice | 6 Moons | Tom | Camp | Open


Words are a more powerful weapon than any material force could hope to combat
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Extra NPC Characters:
DuskClan - Darkpaw [StarClan NPC]
DawnClan - Turtlestar [StarClan NPC] ; Embergaze [DawnClan Warrior] ; Icefang [DawnClan Warrior] ; Paleflame [DawnClan Warrior] ; Rainfall [DawnClan Warrior] ; Dapplepaw [DawnClan Apprentice] ; Swiftpaw [DawnClan Apprentice]

Adoptable Characters:
Embergaze - Mother of Gingerstar - Dark ginger tabby with deep red amber eyes
Icefang - Father of Gingerstar - Pale cream and white tom with icy blue eyes
Paleflame - Mother of Willowpaw - Pale red and ginger spotted tabby mollie with pale greyish blue eyes
Rainfall - Father of Willowpaw - Light charcoal bengal tabby with vibrant blue eyes
Dapplepaw - Brother of Willowpaw - Large charcoal dappled bengal tabby tom with white patches and green eyes
Swiftpaw - Brother of Willowpaw - Large brown bengal tabby tom with white patches and yellow eyes

Source: colored by Razz!

”Don't just stand and stare, come on and bare your teeth!”

|NAME|
Scorchwing
|Scorch for her undying loyalty and passion ~ Wing for her free-spirit and agility|

|AGE|
20 Moons

|GENDER|
Female

|ORIENTATION|
Bisexual

|CLAN|
DawnClan

|RANK|
Warrior

|Ability Base|
Strength Based

|FULL APPEARANCE |
Scorchwing is long-limbed and athletic - being able to move quickly and with force. Her fur is long, especially around her chest and tail. She possesses many dark and light coal markings that center around her points. She possesses dark, jagged markings on her forehead and cheeks. The same marks begin to fade at her legs. Gradients mark most of her spine and flanks in elegant ways, fading and growing in shade. Her paws are stark white. Her eyes are a warm olive green color lined in onyx. Her most distinct mark is the pure white dot she possesses just above her dark rosy nose.

|PERSONALITY|
Scorchwing is anything but demure. She’s passionate and wild to her core. She has ideas of what the world should be and how it should function and has no qualms in speaking her mind. Many could described her as ‘full of fire and righteous fury’ and they’d be telling a mighty truth. She’s sensitive to emotions - anger, sadness, fear - and can lash out and crash because of this.

She loves to take charge, often throwing herself out there without a second thought. She’s determined and driven, never wanting to be told the odds, because she’ll defy them anyway. She’s intense in every sort of way and not many can be around this sphere of fire for too long. She’s opinionated and free-spirited, always making time for fun. Getting to know her can be very rewarding, seeing as she’s undyingly loyal and affectionate to anyone who cares to give her the time of day.

|BACKGROUND|
Scorchwing was born to Nighteye and Doegaze as one of their four kits. She was as wild then as she is now, always leading her kin into trouble or causing mayhem - both purposefully or accidentally. Her parents never really cared to correct her, finding such passion and vigor endearing enough to deal with the backlash that came from it.
Her apprentice years seemed to go by in a blur of success and setbacks that only seemed to make her more determined. She did her fair share of work, but was often troublemaking with her fellow apprentices by wandering into territory that wasn’t theirs, or nearly committing sacrilege as they made the trip to the Starpool only to be stopped by her mentor Hawkflight.
Now, her time of being a warrior is here and has been rather uneventful. But it’s only a matter of time before the Clans - or her - shake something loose.

|KIN|
Father - Nighteye (Deceased)
Mother - Doegaze (Alive)
Siblings - Amberpool (Alive and Adoptable), Dewmist (DECEASED), Copperfang (Alive and Adoptable)

|RELATIONSHIPS|
(Open! Hit me up, she’d love some friends! or enemies if that’s a path you wanna travel)
Flamepaw - [Apprentice & Friend]
Scorchwing is glad to have a young cat to bestow her... wisdom upon. She views the apprentice as a friend while still trying to keep their relationship sort of professional. After all, she does want to make an impression.

|ROMANTIC RELATIONS|
Crushes (Open)
Long Term - Developed In RP

|THEME SONG |
One - Sleeping At Last / High Hopes - P!ATD

|OTHER|
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Yes
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? Maybe? I’m quite new to this, but hit me up anyway!

Scorchwing | DawnClan Warrior | 17 Moons | Female | Location | Mentions

Source: colored by SatanDarling, owned by me.

“Brave is just another word for being afraid.”

|NAME|
Harepaw | Harefrost
|Hare for being swift and small - Frost for being caring|

|AGE|
8 Moons

|GENDER|
Female

|ORIENTATION|
Heterosexual

|CLAN|
DuskClan

|RANK|
Apprentice

|Ability Base|
Agility

|FULL APPEARANCE|
Harepaw is a she-cat of small stature. Although not the smallest around, she is when compared to her family who are rather looming and muscular. While her body easily gathers muscle, it’s easy to see that her body is built for speed. Her legs are perhaps the most muscular part of her body as she does a lot of running. Her body is bound for physical changes, but as of now is relatively devoid of scarifications.

The colors her coat possess range from soft hickory and beige to a frosty white. The majority of her chassis is the soft hickory that grows stronger in hue at the height of her head and tail. The beige takes up her chest and underbelly, while also touching upon her face, rounding her eyes and coloring her chin. The frosty white of her body has no rhyme or reason to it. It’s mirrors both stratus and cumulus clouds, marking her body from the right side of her face, to her paws, tail and takes up the greater part of her chassis. While she has some stripes, they aren’t truly the strongest of opacity. On her forehead, she has some strips of darker hickory, and her legs and tail have some darker tabby stripes.

Harepaw’s fur spans to a medium length and gets longer at her chest and face. The fur surrounding her face never seems to pick a direction and will just go wherever it pleases, regardless of grooming. The plush softness of it gives anyone the impression of a nursery soft kitten. Her eyes are quite stunning in the sense that they hold so much expression. They are a soft, molten gold hue with flecks of blue that seemed to have snuck their way into the earthy tones like patches of frost on soil.

This mollie, while not being physically daunting in anyway shape or form, has a strange way of intimidating others with her eyes and body language. Around her Clan, her expressions are reserved and her emotions are heavily tethered to her eyes, mainly those of positive nature. Around others though, she seems to contort into a stone-faced she-cat who can cause just about anyone to stagger in their performance.

|PERSONALITY|
Harepaw is a very secretive and reserved, keeping mostly to herself and never quite giving away her actual thoughts, and if she were to open up to somecat, it wouldn’t be much as she tends to choose her words very carefully. This she-cat finds the world to be an astonishing place with many secrets and different perspectives and she shows a strong will and a desire to understand as many things as she possibly can, fixing her with quite a scholarly vibe. She loves learning and takes every opportunity she can. Harepaw can be described as a fatalist. She believes that everything is ruled by fate, and believes no one can fight against it.
Harepaw is often plagued with self-doubt and it never seems to let up. It often takes some coaxing to get her past any point of doubt. Harepaw is very hard-working, but tends to lean towards play due to her young age. While Harepaw is usually quiet, she does possess the ability to toss around some snarky comments that mean no harm, though can accidently press too harshly. Harepaw has a well enough understanding of instinct to know how to use it like a compass, her mother being the cause of her intuitive-driven actions.
Due to her young age, it is more than likely she will go through personality changes.

|BACKGROUND|
Harepaw was born a tad prematurely to her parents Valor, a new rogue, and Cherrysong. While her father seemed keen on being a part of the family, he was killed shortly after their birth by a crazy two-leg. Cherrysong raised her three kits by herself with help from the Clan. Hare didn’t really seem to miss the tom much, focusing on her current family only. Cherrysong seemed to agree with Harepaw’s way of thinking, diving in into helicopter parent mode to all of her kits. Because of this, Harepaw didn’t grow up with much friends.

|KIN|
Father - Valor (Rogue; Deceased)
Mother - Cherrysong (DECEASED)
Siblings - [From a different litter; half-siblings] Clovershine (Alive), Brambletail (Alive)

|RELATIONSHIPS|
(Open! Hit me up, she’d love some friends! or enemies if that’s a path you wanna travel)
Dustpelt - [Mentor]
Harepaw is unsure of what to think about this strange tom. He’s almost the exact opposite of her in terms of social skills and mannerisms, but she hopes he can teach her everything she needs to know to be her best.

|ROMANTIC RELATIONS|
Crushes (Open)
Long Term - Developed In RP

|THEME SONG |
Six by Sleeping At Last
Truce by Twenty One Pilots


|OTHER|
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? No
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot?
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot? Sure, pal.

Harepaw | DuskClan Apprentice | 8 Moons | Female | Location | Mentions

Source: ElskaFox's DeviantArt, owned by me.

”The anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave.”

|NAME|
Cinderpaw | Cinderstep
|Cinder for outgoing, secretive and appearance ~ Foot for appearance of paw(s), swift, good jumper, and agility|

|AGE|
9 Moons

|GENDER|
Female

|ORIENTATION|
Heteroflexible

|CLAN|
DawnClan

|RANK|
Apprentice

|Ability Base|
Agility

|FULL APPEARANCE |
Cinderpaw’s body is well-balanced upon inspection and appears to be rather versatile. Her body is a fluid transition of both supple muscle and sinuous physique without leaning too much towards one side of the spectrum. Her limbs, while being lengthy, still have quite a bit of meat to them, clearly showing her ability for break-neck speed. Her shoulders and hindquarters are visibly muscular, especially when she’s in motion. Even with her lengthy limbs, she is still considered small when compared to her Clanmates. Cinderpaw is still trying to get rid of a kits awkward movements and grow into her gracefully proportioned body.

Cinderpaw’s coat is one of extreme variation. It combines the hues of black and brown charcoal tones that leak into each other in an attractive arrangement of pigment and charming diversity. In contrast to such charcoal hues, she sports many different deviations of grey, ranging from stormy to pewter. Each color seems to merge and move easily along her pelt. And, to add onto the charm of her coloration, she has an assortment of dapples that bridge across her deft physique. They contain mirroring hues of the ones that are already present on her pelt. Her tail, however, possesses dark chocolate stripes that thicken and dwindle with a mind of their own, leaving either a compact banding formation or a few varying dapples.

Cinderpaw’s fur is rather normal in comparison to her earth and slate coloring. The length varies at different points of her body, but remains at medium to long length and is rather dense and insulated. The fur itself is thick and silky. It is rather sleek along the body, until you reach the face. Her cheeks have elongated tufts of fur that give her a dainty and youthful look. They tend to stick up and point to wherever the wind takes them.

Cinderpaw’s eyes are vibrant and unique to herself. They are luminous and can cause anyone to reminisce of a green-tinted body of water. They always seem to be so full of life and fire that it’s easy to become mystified by the young mollie and her zeal for life. One can just see the disastrous plans cooking up in that brain of hers. Eyes aside, the mollie’s face always seems to be alive with any emotion conjured. It’s almost achingly clear that the young cat experiences emotion on a higher tier than most cats allow themselves to feel.

As for scarifications, she only seems to have one. It's rather large and stretches across the expanse of her foot. It's a soft, healed pink color and is jagged at the edges. Its origin, however, is unknown to all but herself.

|PERSONALITY|
Cinderpaw is a very reckless soul, and when matched with her unrivaled curiosity she is a force to be reckoned with. She craves danger and life in all forms. She feels very unsatisfied with who she is, what she knows, and the progression of her skills. She wants to help her Clan more than anything and will do anything to be seen essential. She doesn’t seem to have much boundaries in the way of rules, only seeming to look after the individuals in the Clan rather than care about age-old rules. She’s morally grey but otherwise is loyal to her core. She’d gladly follow those she loves into their graves. She’s compassionate, often putting others before herself and her own needs. She’d gladly run herself dry so that others might thrive. In social situations, she’s rather cheerful and friendly, always sweet with her words, easily coming off as playful and charming. But, despite this softness, she seems to have overwhelming issues with her anger, earning her the hothead title.

|BACKGROUND|
Cinderpaw was born to a young Dovewish and an older Pinewhisker. While her mother was ecstatic to have such a lovely batch of kits, Pinewhisker was not. Her and her siblings grew up without a father figure, relying heavily upon Dovewish and the other members of the Clan, not seeming all to bothered about the lack of a father. Well, at least not on the outside. Cinderpaw and her siblings all seem to have some sort of disciplinary issue. Cinderpaw with her anger and recklessness, Thistle with his rude demeanor and lack of respect, Pebble with his violence and elusiveness, Sage with her self-destructive behavior and overall aggression. They all seemed to click in the most cataclysmic way. While they all held the lovingness of their mother, it never seemed to be enough for them. They all desired the attention of the Clan in replace of their father.

They caused trouble for the majority of their kithood. Sneaking into the forest to try and hunt or find DuskClan, trying to find Twolegs, and the Cavern. Despite the endless trouble that wound its way into the Clan and their kithood, it seemed to dwindle a moon or two before their apprentice ceremony and stretched into their time as apprentices. Now, they all lead semi-separate lives and rarely cause trouble together. Alone is a different story.

|KIN|
Dovewish - Mother {Alive; Warrior}

Pinewhisker - Father {Alive; NPC Elder}

Cloudburst - Half-sister {Alive; PC Queen - Owned by the-grey-ace}

Thistlepaw - Brother {Alive; NPC Apprentice}

Pebblepaw - Brother {Alive; NPC Apprentice}

Sagepaw - Sister {Alive; NPC Apprentice}

|RELATIONSHIPS|
{Pinewhisker} - She hates him. She hates him so much it almost makes her sick to her stomach. Was she not enough? Was her mother not enough? Her brothers? Sister? In her mind, he deserves the worst for how he hurt her family for just not seeming to care.

{Dovewish} - Cinderpaw believed her mom to be an angel, a gift from StarClan. Nothing could ever make Cinderpaw hate her mother. She’d love Dovewish and all her sacrifices until death.

{Thistle, Pebble, Sage} - She would easily die for them. Without thought, without question. They are the only ones who understand each other. She relies on them more than her mother or her Clan.

{Cloudburst} - She’s unsure about the mollie. She seems much… softer than her and her siblings. Much more nurtured. It’s almost as if they speak different languages.

|ROMANTIC RELATIONS|
Crushes (Open)
Long Term - Developed In RP

|OTHER|
No one really knows how she got the scar that takes up a lot of her foot. She refuses to speak about it.
She's adept in fighting and is trying to teach herself how to climb trees. She can get up, it's getting down that's the problem.

|THEME SONG |
My Blood - Twenty One Pilots ; Here We Go - WILD ; Anger - Sleeping At Last
|OTHER|
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Yes, if discussed first!<3
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? Yes! Dovewish, Pebblepaw, Thistlepaw, Sagepaw
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot? Maybe? I’m quite new to this, but hit me up anyway!

Cinderpaw | DawnClan Apprentice| 9 Moons | Female | Location | Mentions

"You've had enough,
But just don't give up,
Stick to your guns,
You are worth fighting for,
You know we've all got battle scars."

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Hornetstorm.

ᴀɢᴇ
20 moons (1 year, 8 months) old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Male.

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Asexual & Panromantic.

ᴄʟᴀɴ
DawnClan.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Medicine Cat.

sᴛᴀᴛ
Strength Based.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
Hornetstorm is a large tabby with a golden-orange coat and white underfur accompanied by swirly, only slightly darker stripes. He might come across as mostly fur, but retains a decent amount of muscle worked up from prior warrior duties that only continues to grow the more he trains. Hornetstorm is capable of surprising bursts of speed despite being on the bigger side, but proves a poor long-distance runner and he tends to lose stamina quickly. Though he has taken on a more suitable role for his demeanor, he makes attempts at keeping up to speed with his combat and hunting skills regardless of not being overly fond of either activity. One can’t afford to be rusty with trouble on the horizon.

He has a dense pelt that is water repellent, though he has no real love of swimming and would rather steer clear of deep water despite the Clan’s territory being surrounded by rivers and lakes. The longest fur can be found around the throat, creating a thick ruff. He has a bushy tail and lengthy legs that only add to his impressive size. Hornetstorm’s face is angular with a rounded chin, large wide-set ears, and a broad pink nose while his oval-shaped eyes are a light shade of green. A sizable tear can be found near the tip of his right ear, and his muzzle is faintly scarred. His maternal grandmother was a purebred Norwegian Forest Cat, and hints of this ancestry still lingers in his appearance.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Quiet and rather soft-spoken, Hornetstorm is almost cripplingly shy and reserved in the presence of strangers. Those within his rather small social circle know him as a more rambunctious individual, however. Hornetstorm is clumsy, impulsive and sometimes lacks tact, but generally has good intentions. He is a decent fighter, though he would prefer to avoid battle training altogether, and a reluctant hunter.

He will rarely speak up for himself, though pushing him past his limits might earn you a few passive-aggressive comments once it becomes too much for him to manage, but is fiercely protective of friends and kin to the point where his temper will flare wildly if he feels they are being mistreated. While he has his doubts just like anyone else, Hornetstorm’s faith in StarClan is ultimately resolute, and he believes their ancestors are still watching over them even through these troubling times.

His introverted nature and known kittypet heritage made him a surprising choice for the Clan’s future medicine cat, but he appears quite dedicated and seems to handle negative encounters with unapproving Clanmates with remarkable grace. His training is undoubtedly helping him come out of his shell and while he still has a long way to go he’s shaping up to be an excellent healer someday.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Hornetstorm was born into DawnClan the only kit of his litter, a rarity among cats. Overall, he had a rather large family, and it wasn't considered any loss by his kin whom all showered him with love and attention. As he grew older, it became clear to his mother Beestrike he might not be meant for the life of a warrior, let alone a life of war; shy, weaker than the other kits and abhorrent of violence to any living creature, even prey. Eventually, she asked her mother Goldenfur to bring him to her old housefolk to live out his life in safety and peace as a kittypet, far from the lands of the Clans.

Ultimately, she left the decision up to him, and Hornetkit wanted to remain with the Clan despite his lack of fitting in and fear of being forced into battle. He struggled through his apprenticeship, taunted continuously by his purerer Clanmates and forced to deal with the demands of an unsympathetic mentor who had little patience for his timid, gentle demeanor. He would have earned his warrior name far later than the other cats his age, teaching him to swim taking far longer than even hunting or fighting as he often refused to go anywhere near the river after his first attempt nearly resulted in him drowning, had he not switched to the path of a medicine cat.

Nearing the twelfth moon of his apprenticeship his father Otterstripe became chronically ill, developing severe pain in his legs that often left him unable to walk. As a result, the tom was forced to retire early, the cause of his rapid deterioration unclear. There were many nights Hornetpaw feared he would wake and find his father had passed while he slept and he often insisted on sleeping beside Otterstripe in the elder’s den to make sure someone was always beside him. He became somewhat of a nuisance to the medicine cat, always hanging around and offering to help with his care.

Hornetpaw discovered he enjoyed the work, but didn’t dare hope he would be considered for such an important role within DawnClan society. It was Ravenblaze himself that ended up making the suggestion, and against his misgivings, he eagerly accepted the proposal. While Hornetpaw often doubted he could achieve anything of importance in life he is determined to change his way of thinking, and how the Clan views him as well, striving to complete any task he is assigned efficiently.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
[ Beestrike ] - [ Mother ] - [ Living NPC ]
They’re quite close, though Beestrike often proves overprotective. She is fierce and temperamental, but well respected for her prowess in combat. Beestrike tends to hold grudges and doesn’t get on well with Otterstripe since their relationship ended. She has made efforts in recent moons to be kinder to him considering his illness.

[ Otterstripe ] - [ Father ] - [ Living NPC ]
Though sickly, Otterstripe still proves optimistic and lively. He’s well-liked among the Clan; patient, generous, and good-humored. Beestrike and Otterstripe were poorly matched, rarely getting along, and ended their romance only five moons after Hornetstorm was born. While a mutual decision, Beestrike’s dislike of Otterstripe is evident to everyone in the Clan.

[ Goldenfur ] - [ Maternal Grandmother ] - [ Deceased NPC ]
A former kittypet who’s place in the Clan was often contested. She had the last laugh in the end, dying a warrior’s death in battle and earning herself a place in the Clan’s gravesite.

[ Pinecloud ] - [ Older Half Sister ] - [ Living NPC ]
Otterstripe's daughter from a previous relationship. Gentle and kind, Pinecloud spends most of her time in the nursery as a mother, preferring raising kits over patrolling borders or shedding blood.

[ Larkclaw ] - [ Niece ] - [ Played by Zesha ]
Pinecloud’s oldest daughter. Much like Hornetstorm himself, Larkclaw was the only kit of her litter. They are fairly close in age and get on well. Larkclaw is far more outgoing and spirited, but appears to enjoy spending time with her passive uncle all the same, urging him to speak up more often.

[ Shadewing ] - [ Cousin ] - [ Played by Dez ]
The two are quite close, treating each other as brothers. Both had the misfortune of growing up without litter siblings, Shadewing for far more tragic reasons, and being of similar ages it was easy to latch on to one another.

[ Ravenblaze ] - [ Former Mentor ] - [ Played by Balder ]
Kind and patient, Hornetstorm thinks highly of Ravenblaze, honored the white tom thought him worthy enough to become his successor. He hopes to remain close with him once Ravenblaze returns to the life of a warrior.

[ Scorchwing ] - [ Minor Crush ] - [ Played by Ladyseer ]
They trained together for a time and Scorchwing left quite the impression. While only close enough to consider one another acquaintances, Hornetstorm often seems lost for words around the lovely she-cat and appears to greatly admire her. The recent loss of her sister has seen him make attempts to offer her comfort and support out of concern for her well-being.

[ Foxpaw ] - [ Clanmate ] - [ Played by Peachy Pie ]
Initially, Hornetstorm was not fond of her, finding her demeanor off-putting, but after the tragic death of her mother, he’s made attempts at sparking a friendship and helping her get through it. The results of his efforts are...well he doesn’t quite know, but he does feel as if their relationship has improved compared to what it used to be. He worries her fiery, impulsive attitude will get her seriously hurt one day.

[ Flamepaw ] - [ Friend ] - [ Plated by LightQueen ]
Much like with Foxpaw, he seems determined to become her personal therapist. She’s proven very helpful over the past few moons and he’s come to consider her a friend.

[ Gingerstar ] - [ Leader ] - [ Played by Razz ]
He’s a bit afraid of her in truth and doesn’t always agree with her methods, but respects her all the same.

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
Battle Scars - Paradise Fears.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Maybe. I’m not necessarily against it, but I’d rather it be discussed first.

Does your cat have kin that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plots? Yes. Pretty much any of his living relatives can be added to the npc list if no one wishes to adopt them.

Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot? Sure!

┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈



"You're just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones. Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole."

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Turtlesplash.

ᴀɢᴇ
26 moons (2 years, 2 months) old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Female.

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Pansexual.

ᴄʟᴀɴ
DawnClan.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Warrior.

sᴛᴀᴛ
Strength Based.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
A smaller she-cat, barely reaching seven inches at the shoulder, what Turtlesplash lacks in height she makes up for with might. Her frame is limber and leanly muscled with strong hind legs that help her easily scale trees. At first glance, she is a fairly unassuming sight with a sweet, round face, and large pale green eyes. Her fur is short and soft, an equal amount of black and ginger splattered across her coat.

The tips of her hair are a great deal paler than her roots, creating an almost smoky appearance to her pelt. A few shallow scars mark her face and her right ear bears several tiny v-shaped tears, evidence her life in the Twolegplace wasn’t as easy as her family likely believed as some of them were received after leaving. The tip of her tail is kinked while her pawpads and nose are mottled black and pink. Her ears are rather small with longer, white hair hairs poking out of them.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
A warm, compassionate and honest she-cat who cares deeply for those she grows close to. A rather outspoken individual, Turtlesplash has never been a cat of few words. If she feels something needs to be said you can count on her to speak her mind. While possessing a generous and empathetic demeanor she also proves rather short-tempered, lacking much tolerance when it comes to those who test her patience, her tongue often proving just as sharp as her claws.

Renowned for her iron will and ferocity in battle, she strikes a confident figure that may ruffle the fur of her Clanmates, especially her leader. It appears even when everyone and everything is against her she will persevere through sheer spite. Turtlesplash is rarely quick to forgive but does her best to consider what moves others to do the things they do and understand them at the very least. Despite being quite a talented fighter she appears to prefer pacifism over violence.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Born to Swiftclaw and Ashcreek beside a single brother, Turtlesplash’s early kithood was not exactly what one would call loving. While Swiftclaw cared deeply for her offspring she was a distant mother and Ashcreek made it more than clear he wanted nothing to do with them. Wolfkit and Turtlekit came to rely on one another, and only one another. With Turtlekit being the more bold and dominant sibling she was always quick to defend her brother from anything or anyone that would seek to do him harm, physically or verbally.

Privately, Turtlepaw didn’t agree with her Clan’s aggressive methods when it came to guarding their territory and their relations with the rival Clan, but she quickly found voicing such opinions didn’t do her any favors. Late in her apprenticeship, she began secretly visiting the Twolegplace after befriending a she-cat named Pumpkin who introduced her to her housefolk. Turtlepaw found something here that she didn’t have at home. Love, warmth, support, security. It became too tempting to ignore. Shortly after earning her warrior name, Turtlesplash concluded she needed to make a final decision about where she wanted to to be and who it was she wanted to be with.

She nearly chose the Clan, but after an altercation with DuskClan that left the patrols battered, bloodied and more than one cat dead Turtlesplash decided she’d had enough. She announced to the Clan in the middle of camp as they mourned their dead she was done with their violent lifestyle and promptly left, assuming Wolfsong would come with her. She was wrong, shocked to find betrayal and disgust in her brother’s eyes. Understanding she would never be welcomed back, she vanished into the forest and hasn’t been seen since...until now.

Twelve moons later Turtlesplash has begun receiving troubling dream, images of her mother and brother fighting for their lives filling her unconscious mind whenever she rests. She tried to ignore them at first, but the dreams kept coming night after night and finally she gave into what she believes to be a calling from StarClan, abandoning her life as a kittypet to return to DawnClan, well aware she may be turned away, but determined all the same.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
[ Swiftclaw ] - [ Mother ] - [ Living NPC ]
While never especially close due to Swiftclaw’s reclusive, tetchy nature she clearly holds a lot of respect for her mother.

[ Ashcreek ] - [ Father ] - [ Played by Limebird ]
She’s not a huge fan, to say the least. 10/10 would try to beat up her own dad.

[ Wolfsong ] - [ Litter Brother ] - [ Living NPC ]
Once very close, Turtlesplash is now uncertain whether or not her brother will welcome her home.

[ Shadewing ] - [ Best Friend ] - [ Played by Dez ]
Her closest friend before she left the Clans, Turtlesplash was pleased to find Shadewing hadn’t changed all that much.

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
Holy - PVRIS.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Probably, so long as it’s discussed first.

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"Even if the sky does fall,
Even if they take it all,
There's no pain that I won't go through,
Even if I have to die for you."

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Redeye.

ᴀɢᴇ
38 moons (3 years, 2 months) old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Male.

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Bisexual.

ᴄʟᴀɴ
DuskClan.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Warrior.

sᴛᴀᴛ
Agility Based.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
A living ghost. With unnerving red eyes and a pristine white coat blemished only be scars, it's no surprise this tom's looks are considered a bit startling to some. He is tall and willowy, his lack of extensive musculature leading to an unusually narrow frame. Lean muscle and dense bones make him far heavier than he appears, so he still packs quite a painful punch in a fight despite what some might describe as fair features.

While not a purebred, he appears to carry many attributes of the Oriental Shorthair; including a long, refined muzzle, lengthy tail and legs, an almost tubular body, wedge-shaped head, almond eyes, slender toes and large, forward tilting ears. A large tear marks the left ear, and his body is covered in shallow, faded scars. His nose, paw pads and the insides of his ears are pale pink, and the skin of his muzzle is also so noticeably pink it shows through his fur. His coat is short and sleek.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Redeye might be missing a screw or two. When he's not attempting to portray himself as enigmatic and spooky, he's a very extroverted character with a habit for ignoring personal space. Easily excitable with an animated way of speaking, his behavior is at times almost kit-like. If left to his own devices he is harmless other than being a tad aggravating as violence isn't the end-all answer for him, but his rank within his old group often demanded bloodshed, as does his life as a warrior, on occasion.

On duty he's...well, he's still a bit questionable, but a smidgen more serious. Scolding or even assault at the paws of another cat doesn’t appear to do much to deter him, but he seems aware there are certain cats he shouldn’t cross if he wants to remain with the Clan and times when jokes are no longer appropriate.

Despite his odd behavior, he appears to be an excellent fighter, but his hunting skills leave something to be desired, his white coat often standing out and alerting prey of his appearance before he ever has a chance to reach them. Usually, he has to resort to rolling in mud before a hunt if he wants any hope of coming home with anything.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Redeye doesn't like talking about his past, and for good reason. His kithood was full of neglect, fear and the scorn of his parents. His mother was a blue tortie while his father was a flame-pointed tom. His pale fur wasn't so odd, but the red eyes certainly were. Not understanding that their son was merely an albino, he was cast aside by the time he could survive without his mother's milk. His treatment on the streets wasn't much better, and his life didn't change until a cat named Bane came around town.

Redeye found acceptance among these cats he’d never received anywhere else, and it allowed his true personality to shine. Suddenly he didn't have to be afraid anymore. Or so it seemed. Bane was kind to his group-mates, but a terror to everyone else. His warring ways eventually led to his death and the disbanding of his colony, Redeye once more left to wander the streets alone. Tales of a black cat with a missing eye leading a ‘Clan’ in the dark of the forest caught his ear and intrigued, he sought out Blackstar and DuskClan. While met with some skepticism, his eagerness to serve ultimately earned him a place among them.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
[ Vulturepaw ] - [ Apprentice ] - [ Played by the-grey-ace ]
Redeye was more than surprised to be put in charge of the young tom’s training, but accepted the task with great enthusiasm, helping him learn to use his short stature to his advantage and never allowing him to think poorly of himself.

[ Dustpelt ] - [ Friend ] - [ Played by Peachy Pie ]
Rather fond of the tortoiseshell warrior, he finds Dustpelt’s temperament agreeable and his character likable. There is perhaps also an unspoken kinship there, both considered abominations according to some cats.

[ Weaselflight ] - [ Friend ] - [ Played by Razz ]
Though Weaselflight is skittish and often appears a little nervous in his presence Redeye finds him rather endearing and is just as fond of him as he is of Dustpelt.

[ Harepaw ] - [ “I wanted to be ur dad” ] - [ Played by Ladyseer ]
Even without Harepaw’s relation to her mother Redeye always found the apprentice interesting and amusing. His desire to be closer to her has only increased since Cherrysong’s murder.

[ Cherrysong ] - [ Love Interest ] - [ Deceased NPC ]
While the affections of a former rogue can be fleeting Redeye felt for Cherrysong intensely and her death has caused him a great deal of grief, most of which he has kept carefully concealed, focusing most of his attention on seeing after her only daughter.

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
Die For You - Starset.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
As an albino, he does have some disadvantages compared to cats with a proper amount of melanin in their hair, skin and eyes. He's prone to sun damage and more likely to develop skin cancer as a result and has a weaker immune system. He is also photosensitive to the point of being more active at night and keeping to the shadows offered by their forest home in daylight. Red-eyed albinism in cats is also pretty unusual with their eyes ordinarily having more of a purple-blue hue, but I really couldn't resist the temptation to name an albino cat Redeye.

May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Same answer as usual.

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"I wouldn’t hold my breath if I was you,
‘Cause I’ll forget, but I’ll never forgive you,
Don’t you know, don’t you know?
True friends stab you in the front."

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Spiderpaw.

ᴀɢᴇ
10 moons (10 months) old.

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
Male.

ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Undetermined.

ᴄʟᴀɴ
DuskClan.

ʀᴀɴᴋ
Warrior Apprentice.

sᴛᴀᴛ
Agility Based.

ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ
Spiderpaw is a striking cat with a sleek and slender frame. Some of his most noticeable features are his curved profile, huge bat-like ears, arched back, egg-shaped head, high cheekbones, and curly whiskers. His build is lithe and graceful, but trying to lift this cat would prove him to be surprisingly heavy. Dense bones and wiry muscle make him much stronger than one might initially expect. He doesn't have fur so much as down, lacking the outer coat most felines are born with.

Instead, a thin layer of velvety curls fall in waves down his back and sides. His eyes are almond-shaped and a bright shade of coppery-gold. His pelt makes him a bit of an oddity, a mixture of black and stormy gray that would otherwise be an impossible combination, marking his existence as a chimera despite lacking other tell-tale signs such as mismatched eyes or each half of his face being a solid, separate color. His fangs are slightly overgrown and the canines poke from beneath his upper lip.

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
Cunning and pragmatic, Spiderpaw possesses a demeanor perhaps a bit usual for someone so young. He can prove chillingly ruthless, and though undeniably charismatic he appears to consider himself more often than those around him with the mindset he knows best and what's good for him is surely good for the rest of the Clan. Equipped with a silver tongue and the innate ability to put those around him at ease, Spiderpaw's manipulative, selfish nature is not immediately noticeable and his Clanmates may very well be under the impression he is empathetic and helpful.

Zealous and committed, Spiderpaw has grand dreams of being Clan leader someday, and no one knows how far his ambitions might take him. Despite presenting himself as a cat who can be trusted and relied on, one thing he can't hide is his disdain for those who oppose him. He can be shockingly cruel to anyone who manages to get on his bad sad and is seemingly incapable of forgiveness. Once a cat gets under his skin he finds it difficult to keep his temper in check and hints of his true self shine through.

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Spiderpaw's beginnings were a bit unconventional, to say the least. His mother Chloe, or Stormcloud as the Clan would dub her, joined after leaving her home in the Twolegplace in search of adventure. After discovering a DuskClan patrol she convinced them to bring her back to camp, determined to become one of them and experience a new way of life. Perhaps this would finally be the answer to what she felt was missing in her life. For a time, it was.

Adjusting to Clan life was difficult, but Stormcloud proved driven and stubborn, earning her warrior name after a few moons of training. She grew close to Blackstar, perhaps to the shock of their Clanmates, and it wasn't long before she was setting up a nest in the nursery for herself. It was perhaps here Stormcloud began experiencing doubt. Though she truly loved Blackstar, she found herself missing her Twolegs more and more, and as winter drew nearer she could feel the cold seep into her thin, curly pelt so sharply it nearly took her breath away.

A moon into her pregnancy Stormcloud made a shocking decision. She was returning to her housefolk, fearful for her own survival. The Clan at first objected, insisting she must have her kits in camp and raise them until they could be weaned, then she could leave if she wished. Stormcloud made it clear she wasn't asking for permission and Blackstar reluctantly allowed her to leave. After making the long journey home, however, Stormcloud would come to realize she'd made a grave mistake.

Her housefolk had gotten a new cat and every time she tried to near their den the tom would chase her off with the threat of violence. Too proud to return to DuskClan, she made a nest among the bushes of a nearby park and resigned herself to the fact she would have to raise her kits alone and in even more danger than ever before. She gave birth to three kits, only one sharing her slender build and unique coat. She brought them up on tales of DuskClan and their father, teaching them what she had been taught and inspiring in the kits a desire she had once shared. They wanted to become warriors. Stormcloud decided to do right by her offspring and once they could walk began leading them back to DuskClan territory.

In truth, Stormcloud found she didn't have much taste for being a mother and wanted more than anything to just find a new twoleg to take her in. That was unlikely to be done with three kittens in tow, but she convinced herself returning them to the Clans wasn't selfish since they would be cared for by their father. The journey proved more difficult than expected. The details of what happened are fuzzy, as Spiderpaw showed up at the border alone, no older than three moons, bedraggled, traumatized and unwilling to discuss it.

ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs
[ Blackstar ] - [ Father ] - [ Played by Peachy Pie ]
Spiderpaw craves his father's attention and is eager to impress him.

[ Stormcloud ] - [ Mother ] - [ Status Unknown ]
He seems particularly uninterested in talking about her, but from what little the Clan could get out of him it appears she abandoned him and his siblings at some point during the journey to DuskClan for unexplained reasons.

[ Dew & Beetle ] - [ Litter Siblings ] - [ Presumably Deceased ]
When asked what had become of his siblings, the only response Spider could give was "gone".

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ
Blood // Water - Grandson.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
His lack of a thicker, outer coat makes him one cold boy during the winter. He has just enough fur to keep him alive if not comfortable.

May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Same answer I always give.

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~Name~
Ravenblaze

~Age~
25 moons

~Rank~
Former Medicine Cat, Warrior

~Stat~
Strength

~Clan~
Dawnclan

~Gender~
Male

~Description~
Ravenblaze is ironically named, his mother had a sense of humour. He is a white, muscular tom with a thick bushy coat. He blends in with the snow, but stands out startlingly in any other weather. His tail is long and more silky than the rest of his coat due to constant grooming. Some spots of his white fur is sometimes stained with the colours of the herbs he's dealing with.

His muzzle is not long, not short, and a little angular. His ears have enough space between them to fit two of his slightly larger than normal paws between them. His eyes are green and round, almost always filled with curiosity. His cheeks are fluffy and his whiskers are white, connecting to his muzzle at slightly darker coloured fur.

Due to his life as a medicine cat, he does not have many scars, and any he has are mostly covered by his fur. But if you were to shave him, he would have a long thin scar close to his neck from a border skirmish that happened when he was an apprentice.

His nose, pads, and the inside of his ears are pink. His nose has grey dots close to his nostrils, and his pads are dusted lightly grey some places.

~Personality~
Ravenblaze is a laid back cat, despite the clan he's in. He inherited his mother's humorous nature, and often jokingly suggests ridiculous warrior names to the leader. While he has his joking moments, he does have the clan's trademark pride in his pureblood status. When he is not sorting through herbs, or patching up his Clanmates from border skirmishes, he sometimes ponders about his family, and how far back it goes.

He can be quite chatty, and will often engage in conversation with anyone unfortunate enough to be within sight. He will often ask about what fighting is like, sometimes requesting to join apprentices in training, his reason being "I need to know to defend myself in case Duskclan attacks". While he is "a lover, not a fighter", battles have always intrigued him.

While he tends to want to give cats chances, his environment has shaped him to always be suspicious around strangers and non-clan cats. Though once he is over his suspicions, he is very friendly and will talk a hole through the other cat's head.

Due to recent events, he is a lot more skittish than he used to be.

~History~
When Ravenblaze was born, his mother named him Ravenkit despite his then purely white coat and baby-pink paws, nose, and ears. He had a sister, Blossomkit, that he loved to pieces from day one. As he grew older, he asked why he was named after a black bird, and not something that made more sense, like Snowkit, Frostkit, Cloudkit, or something along those lines. He was amused by her reply, and started joking with his sister that he had a hidden darkness inside.

The joke did not match the truth, as the young tom always loved bringing smiles to other cats' faces and laughter to their eyes. He discovered early that he did not want to fight. He loved seeing his Clanmates happy, and it struck him that if he was a medicine cat, he could both care for them, and make then happy! He was around 4 moons when he discovered this, and started looking into herbs and staying more with the medicine cat. While he was busy trying to become the medicine cat apprentice, his sister, Blossomkit, did her best to prepare herself to become a warrior apprentice. The two would play-fight, and the small tom would pretend to heal the young she-cat after every play-fight. At the point of his apprenticeship starting, he already knew the names and looks of a pawful of herbs (Cobweb, marigold, juniper berries, and deathberries).

In front of his mentor, the warriors, deputy, and leader, he was the perfect apprentice. Behind the scenes, he would sleep, play with moss, and secretly sniff catnip whenever they had it. His mentor discovered him with the catnip once, and after a threat of being a warrior apprentice, that quickly stopped. He was 11 moons when he was discovered. Blossompaw had given him a scolding when she found out what he had done, and he made sure to not do anything along those lines ever again. One time he went out to collect herbs close to the border, alone. That was a mistake, as he momentarily forgot about the border and crossed to get some marigold. He came across a patrol from Duskclan, and they taught him a lesson for crossing the border. When he got back to camp, Daisycloud fussed over him until he recovered. The scar is not visible now.

He gained full medicine status when he was 19 moons old, still amused that nothing about his looks reflected his name. Still, he was satisfied with how far he had come, and he looked forwards to serving the Clan as a medicine cat until the day he died. His mentor retired after a long life of healing, a smile at her muzzle whenever her former apprentice brought her the correct herbs and her favourite prey. He never missed a meeting with Starclan, even as an apprentice, and his connection was strong.

After a particularly traumatic event, he resigned from being medicine cat and became a warrior. Whenever he tried to remember herbs, he got a terrible headache. He could not truly remember what happened to him, other than being captured in a trap and kidnapped by twolegs. His memory is fuzzy when it comes to anything that happened after. He thinks that is for the best.

~Relationships~

~Amberheart | Mother | Alive~
Amberheart is Ravenblaze's mother, a pureblood Dawnclan cat. She is a playful she-cat with the same white coat as her son. Her eyes are a beautiful amber, which was probably what caught the attention of her mate, Adderstrike. She passed her humour and laid back attitude to her son, her daughter being more similar to Adderstrike. What she has in common with her mate, is her fighting skills. She has many scars from her fights, and will not let anyone talk badly about her Clan, or family

~Adderstrike | Father | Alive~
Adderstrike is a ginger tom with white spots covering his body, and a black patch on his back and right eye. He can be rather aggressive, hissing at cats he disapproves of. Despite his aggressive behaviour, he adores his family and would never raise a claw to hurt them. He is proud as can be of his two kits, and would kill a cat to protect them.

~Daisycloud | Former Mentor | Alive~
Daisycloud is a gentle she-cat with a cream coloured coat. Her eyes are yellow and her nose a pretty pink. She is the embodiment of what it means to be a mother, and always sets aside time to take care of her Clanmates, even as an elder. She keeps a close relationship to Ravenblaze, and will often banter with her former apprentice.

~Blossombush | Sister | Alive~
Blossombush is a fierce warrior with no sense of giving up. Her body is littered with scars from this, her ginger and white spotted pelt often torn from border skirmishes. Like her father, Adderstrike, she would do anything for her family, and has a close bond to her brother. She always supported Ravenblaze's decision to be a medicine cat, joking that she wanted a cat she could trust in the medicine cat den. She grew worried when her brother went missing, returning later with no recollection of herbs and seemingly traumatised. She tried talking to him, but he refused. The newfound distance between them troubled her, and she kept a close eye on him ever since.

~Hornetpaw | Former Apprentice | Alive(played by Vespertine~
Ravenblaze admires Hornetpaw's skills and patience. He believes that he is ready to take on the status as full medicine cat, and is proud to call him his former apprentice. He loves spending time with him and plans on offering to help with finding herbs despite having forgot all of his herbal knowledge.

~Other~
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?

Yes!

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?

Yes!

Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names)

Yes! Adderstrike, Blossombush, Daisycloud, and Amberheart

Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)

I'd be interested!

~Name~
Sweetkit

~Age~
6 Moons

~Rank~
Kit

~Stat~
Agility

~Clan~
Dawnclan

~Gender~
Tom

~Description~
Sweetkit is young, he is currently growing into his body. His ears, paws and tail are too big for him. His fur is smooth and silky, still prone to being messy from play. He is purely black with a white belly, muzzle and paws. He is a classic tuxedo cat.

His eyes are round, his iris green with brown flecks here and there. The flecks are not big, but noticeable when you get close to him. His nose is pink with a black spot on his left nostril, it is also where his fur shifts from white, to black. His jaw is angular and almost 'sharp'.

His build is sleek and almost fragile. This cat could not last long in a fight if he tried. Under his sleek fur, his hind legs have strong muscles, perfect for jumping.

Due to his young age, he has yet to gain any scars.

~Personality~
Sweetkit is, well, sweet! He cares deeply for his Clanmates and has had a long-lasting respect for the medicine cats. He tends to take things very literally, so sometimes sarcasm and jokes fly right over his head. He is pretty naive, believing anything an adult cat tells him, including everything he has been told about Duskclan.

He can be a bit jumpy. If a cat sneaks up on him he'll jump really high before scrambling away from a potential threat. While this is a great survival instinct, he was often teased for it as a kit. He takes a lot of things personally, any criticism go straight to his heart and he believes it 100%.

~History~
Sweetkit does not have a lot of history for now. He had a relatively normal kithood, but was easily startled, so many of the kits teased him for it. He was often snuck up on purely so the kits could laugh at him when he jumped. His mother quickly managed to stop most of the teasing, but was never fully able to stop it. Due to this, Sweetkit is always very alert.

~Relationships~

~Squirrelleaf| Mother | Alive~
Squirrelleaf, a brown tabby she-cat with a white tuxedo, is very protective of Sweetkit due to the kits teasing him. She would die for her sons, literally. If there was ever a fight, or someone threatening to kill Sweetkit or Bearkit, she would offer her life on the spot.

~Bramblefeather| Father | Alive~
Bramblefeather, a purely black tom with amber eyes, has always been a distant father, preferring to watch Squirrelleaf raise Sweetkit and Bearkit. It is not that he hates them, it is just that he is awkward with kits. He plans to be more with his sons when they are apprentices.

~Bearkit| Brother | Alive(played by Ash)~
Bearkit and Sweetkit have a close bond. Sweetkit has always looked up to his brother and is excited for him wanting to be a warrior. While he personally does not want to be one, he would not mind spending a warrior apprenticeship with him.

~Other~
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?

Yes!

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?

Yes!

Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names)

Yes! Squirrelleaf and Bramblefeather

Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)

I'd be interested!

{source is https://silentstars-path.tumblr.com, commissioned by me.}

|Name|
❧Fleetwhisper.

|Age|
❧36 moons.

|Gender|
❧Cis Male, although, in truth, he cares little for what others choose to refer to him as so he has inclinations to gender neutrality.

|Orientation
❧Homoflexible.

|Affiliation & Rank
❧Duskclan, Warrior.

|Appearance
❧In some ways, Fleetwhisker can be considered imposing, what with a hefty build, furthered by the density of his long fur and lean musculature. However, one might be quick to change that viewpoint when they see his naturally wobbly gait.
His pelt is tufted, with hues of black, white, and grey all intermingling and tabby stripes running the length of his body. His left ear is tattered. The pads of his paws are a mottled pink, and his nose is black.
The length of his tail spans long, fluffy, with a kink at the tapering end.
His facial features display oriental descent, with sharp cheekbones, and longer muzzle, almost elegant in shape. Round almond eyes display blue hues.

Personality
❧Oft the silent type, Fleetwhisper is calculative and reserved. A cat who is more action than words, he, for what his duties subsist of, is a rather intimidating individual to some due to his build. However, Fleetwhisper suffers from a condition which has ruined the equilibrium of his balance, and this loses a good portion of his intimidation, yet, his personality remains. While, all in all, being a caring individual, Fleetwhisper has a difficult time showing it and comes off blunt or sharp without realizing it, which is why he opts to keep his muzzle shut in some instances. Words fail him, and socialization intimidates him. To put it short, Fleetwhisper is shy. However, while shy, Fleetwhisper suffers from a short fuse, so to speak, and can snap, worsening his social relations. Apologizing comes even harder for Fleetwhisper. Stubborn, and at times only able to see his emotions at that moment, Fleetwhisper can be oblivious to when the right time to apologize is or step down.

Beyond that, Fleetwhisper is a softy, especially towards kits and nursing mollies. A cat taught to have a toughened exterior, it is hard to crack through it, but once one has, Fleetwhisper maintains utmost loyalty, perhaps to a fault.

|If I believe you, will that make it stop? If I told you I need you, is that what you want?|

Fleetwhisper has a complicated relationship with the idea of life after death and furthermore, the ideology of ancestors looking down upon the clan. Therefore, he sees Starclan in a convoluted viewpoint, in denial, but on the fence.
The philosophies gnaw away at him, and he often ponders his purpose.
Overall, Fleetwhisper is a cat dragged down by guilt over his ideologies, often morose.
However, he attempts to keep to stoicism around his clanmates.

❧Backstory
Fleetwhisper was born to Dapplelight and Adderflight, the son of an uncommon litter of two, his littermate being a molly named Owlkit.
Unfortunately, disaster struck when greencough swept through the clan, and at the tender age of only a few weeks, both Owlkit and Dapplelight succame to the illness.
Fleetkit, too, became deathly ill, however, through the diligence and unyielding work of their medicine cat, Hawkwhisper, Fleet survived.
Since the death of both Dapplelight and Owlkit, a yawning distance began to grow between Fleetkit and his father.
Dismayed as he aged by this distance, Fleetpaw spent a lot of time with Hawkwhisper, his mentor. Fleetpaw often saw Hawkwhisper as the parental figure he never had.

Despite suffering difficulties with his warrior training, Hawkwhisper was always kind to him. When Hawkwhisper met the fangs of a fox, shortly succumbing to his injuries, Fleetpaw was left in utter dismay.
Shortly after that, he fell under the apprenticeship of Lilygaze, a kind and older warrior who looked after him during a time of long-stretching depression and devastation until he earned his warrior name, opting to take after Hawkwhisper's suffix.
A gaping hole still lies in Fleetwhisper's heart, and it has furthered him more from his ancestors above.

Relationships
❧Father- Adderflight
Alive {NPC}
They maintain a strained relationship.

❧Mother- Dapplelight
Deceased
FleetWhisper misses Dapplelight greatly but tries not to dwell upon her.

❧Sister- Owlkit
Deceased
Sombrely, Fleetwhisper oft wonders what might have been of their siblingship.

❧Hawkwhisper - Former Mentor
Deceased
Fleetwhisper was very close to Hawkwhisper, as Hawkwhisper took a parental role in steed of Adderflight, given this, he mourns him still.

❧Lilygaze- Former Mentor
NPC
Despite her kindness and friendly nature, Fleetwhisper never did bond closely to Lilygaze, yearning for distance after the loss of a mentor he looked so much up to.

Theme Song
"I've got a God-shaped hole,
that's infected.
And I'm petrified of being alone now,
it's pathetic, I know."

❧If I believe You- The 1975

Extras
❧Fleet sufferers from a condition called Cerebellar Hypoplasia.

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Yes.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Yes.

Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names)
Yes.

Would you be interested in having a one-shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)
Sure, just not Fleet, aha.

﴾ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ﴿
Larkclaw

﴾ ᴀɢᴇ ﴿
15 Moons (1 year, 3 months)

﴾ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ﴿
Female

﴾ ᴄʟᴀɴ ﴿
DawnClan

﴾ ʀᴀɴᴋ ﴿
Warrior

﴾ ᴀᴛᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ ﴿
Strength

﴾ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ﴿
Larkclaw is a lovely Mackerel tabby bicolor. She has a “collar” of white around her neck that then covers her chest and down her stomach. Her legs and paws are mostly white except for her left front leg, most of the side and back of it being a nice brown color. On her muzzle, she has a little patch of brown on her left “cheek.” Between her green eyes runs a white blaze.

Her fur is rather short, showing that her bulky frame isn’t just made up of hair. Much of it is muscle, and she’s better at combat than at hunting. Regular sparring sessions with her aunt Nightgaze keep her skills in check, when she doesn’t get the exercise from skirmishes with DuskClan. Perhaps of particular note, though, is that her tail isn’t as long as most. She has caught a few cats whispering, “Halftail!” behind her back, since it looks like her tail only grew half way. Despite this, she doesn’t seem to have that many problems with balancing.

﴾ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ﴿
Larkclaw has always been an outgoing cat, not afraid to talk to any stranger, even if they look much bigger and tougher than she is. But her eagerness to speak does not mean she is thoughtless, and there are certainly times that she withdraws to reflect on things by herself. When she’s unsure of something, she’ll either go to her mother Pinecloud or seek out her uncle Hornetpaw. If neither can give her a satisfactory answer, she’ll simply thank them and head out to hunt, trying to give her mind a distraction until she can come to a good enough conclusion.

She has no problem speaking up for herself and will often speak up for others, as well, even though they probably don’t want her to. Larkclaw feels that problems should be brought up and resolved, rather than pushed aside and left festering. And, if she’s particularly close to another cat, they will have a loyal friend that will have their back no matter what. Anyone who attacks her friends and family will find themselves at the tips of her claws, and anyone whose tongue slanders them will find out exactly how sharp her words can be.

There aren’t any traces of kittypet left in her, if there ever was any. As far as she knows, her father and mother were both Clanborn, or at least feral. Despite this, she doesn’t understand the hatred her Clanmates have for those who aren’t pure of blood. She just sees it as another way of life—perhaps a boring one, but one nonetheless. This is a topic that tends to get glares sent her way, as she has no problem pointing out when others are just being prejudice.

﴾ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ﴿
Larkclaw was Pinecloud’s first kit, and the only one in the litter. It was strange, but there were luckily other kits in the nursery for her to play with. Even though he was older than her by three moons, Hornetpaw was her favorite playmate, and when she had worn herself out, she could easily curl up next to her mother or Hornetpaw. Even with her companionship and her spirited nature, her dear uncle remained rather shy in comparison. At first she tried to push him to be more like a clan cat, but as time went on, she realized that how he felt was important. She decided that so long as he knew how to fight and hunt, should he ever need to, she would be satisfied.

Apprenticeship was enjoyable for her, though her mentor didn’t particularly like her hanging out with Hornetpaw, and his mentor didn’t seem to like it, either. Her body structure was a bit heavy because her father was a large cat, so her specialty was more in fighting than in hunting. It took more practice and patience for her to learn to creep lightly on her paws. It was actually this training that helped her realize that it was better to be patient with other cats than force them into something all of a sudden, though this is a concept she still struggles with sometimes.

She hadn’t quite finished her apprentice training when her grandfather, Otterstripe, grew ill for an unknown reason. She wasn’t as close to him as Hornetpaw, and her mentor wasn’t about to let her stay in camp to help out. So she did the only other thing she could think to: she hunted. Larkclaw would make sure to bring back at least something for Otterstripe, and if she had time, she’d go back and get clean moss or feathers for him and Hornetpaw to sleep on, since Hornetpaw refused to leave his side most of the time.

On the day of her warrior naming ceremony, she trembled with nerves. This was it. She would be a full-fledged member of the clan. Her mother had made sure to groom all the fur sticking up on her, making the knot in her stomach clench tighter. Larkclaw thought she would die from all of the expectation she saw in the eyes of all the cats gathered… but then, Hornetpaw brushed against her side and smiled. He whispered a congratulations and took his spot. The anxiety didn’t go away completely, but she was able to stand in front of all her clanmates and listen to the calls of, “Larkclaw!” ringing across the crowd.

﴾ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ﴿

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪

【Pinecloud • Mother • Alive】
A sweet and caring mother that Larkclaw loves dearly, but wishes she’d come out of the nursery more because it’s too cramped in there.

【Beestrike • Step-Grandmother? • Alive】
Larkclaw doesn’t spend a lot of time around Hornetpaw’s mom, and it’s probably for the best. Even though Larkclaw is a likable cat, she is stubborn and would likely get into many more arguments with the temperamental Beestrike if she were around her more.

【Otterstripe • Maternal Grandfather • Alive】
She tends to like Otterstripe more than his former mate, he’s much easier to talk to.

【Nightgaze • Maternal Aunt • Alive】
Sometimes it feels that Nightgaze is more of a sparring buddy than an aunt, but Larkclaw is just fine with that. Keeps her mind as sharp as her claws.

【Stagheart • Maternal Uncle • Deceased】
She didn’t get to know Stagheart all that much, but she knows he was a well respected cat.

【Hornetpaw • Maternal Half-Uncle • Played by Vespertine #33076】
She has always been drawn to her soft spoken uncle, and has tried to encourage him to be more confident in himself. When they were both apprenticing together, she tried to help him with fighting and hunting, but he was never much for it. She accepts his gentle ways, but will make sure he remembers how to take care of himself should he need to.

【Rabbitpaw & Minnowpaw • Brother & Sister • Alive】
They’re a claw in her side and she lost track long ago how many times she and the other warriors had to go looking for them as kits due to their adventurous natures. She loves them, but they’re a pain.

【Wolfheart, Stormfang, Shadepaw & Olivepaw • Cousins • Alive】
Even though they are her cousins, she’s never been all that close to them. Of the four, she’s friendliest with Olivepaw.

𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣

Larkclaw has no other relationships at this time. Feel free to ask about becoming a friend, enemy, etc!


﴾ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ﴿
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? Only if it is agreed upon beforehand.
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? Please see Hornetpaw’s character sheet.
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot? Sure, why not?