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Name: Shadow (Shadowstar)
Rank: Leader
Clan- Duskclan
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Shadowstar is a black tom, with a small white patch on his neck and heterochromia eyes. He is a smaller tom, with a lean figure suited far better for getting into tight situations than full on fighting. Usually jovial, the loner is recognizable by my street cats due to his pressence in the area, as well as his good natured greetings to all. He has a bouncy gait, and carries himself and with confidence and excitment. 

Personality: Shadowstar is optimistic, sometimes to the point of it being annoying. Still young, the tom-cat believes anything can be accomplished with enough teamwork and effort. He is a loyal cat, thinking that trust and comrodary are important traits in a group. Break his trust however, and you will have a hard time finding it again.  Fiercely devoted to his ideals, he will go to any length to see his thoughts come to life. A happy tom, he is welcoming of all cats, as long as they share in his ideals for a unified Clan, and are not just looking to gain from the backs of other cats. Stubborn, he will fight against challengers with words, but is not afraid to lose fur if he must. Although his hard hotheadedness may be a challenge for himself and other cats, he always means well as he can.

History: Born to a warrior mother who left her clan for a rogue wanderer, Shadowstar learned about the clan ways at a young age, although was never raised by their standards. The notion of the clan life, (for every rogue loner and kittypet knows about the Clan that dominates the forest) never escaped him. He wanted to learn more. After separating from his parents, the tom found a friend in a fellow youngster, who taught him even more about the warrior code, and their way of life. Content, Shadowstar continued his life as he always had, existing alone with the true friend few and far between. Always craving the companionship and friendship the clan life held, he dreamed of gathering all the cats who shared in his ideas, and becoming the next cats the join the forest, for of course their had to be space to share. He has recently been going around, trying to find cats who have shown interest, and is planning the first meeting of street cats the town has ever seen. 

Name
Redeye.

Age
24 moons (2 years) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Bisexual - Demiromantic.

Breed
Oriental Shorthair Mix.

Clan
DuskClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Appearance
A living ghost. With unnerving red eyes and an unblemished white coat it's no surprise this tom's looks are considered a bit startling for some. He is tall and willowy, lacking the muscle mass of many of his fellow fighters, but proving witty and quick enough to still pack a painful punch. With the Oriental Shorthair being a member of the Siamese family, he shares similar traits with the breed, including a longer than average muzzle, lengthy tail and legs, tubular body, a wedge shaped head, almond eyes and big 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 a very pale pink. His coat is thin and sleek.

Personality
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. Off duty he's the Clan clown. On duty he's...well, he's still a loon, but a smidgen more serious. He loves puns and pranks, having a tendency for telling a joke at exactly the wrong time. Scolding or even assault at the paws of another cat don't appear to do much to deter him.

Backstory
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 solid white she-cat with natural amber eyes while his father was a light gray tom with considerable white spotting. His pristine white fur wasn't so odd, but the red eyes certainly were. Not understanding that their son was merely an albino, he was treated like a demon and 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 never got 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 own 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 mismatched eyes gathering others to form a 'Clan' together caught his ear and intrigued he has sought Shadowstar out to join his growing group.

Theme Song
Heathens - Twenty One Pilots.

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Name
Brackenstar.

Age
42 moons (3 years, 6 months) old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Pansexual - Panromantic.

Breed
Chausie Mix.

Clan
DawnClan.

Rank
Leader.

Appearance
A tall, long-legged she-cat with a wild appearance reminiscent of the Jungle Cat. Her pelt is a light dusty brown ticked by darker fur, her eyes round and a bright shade of amber. Limber and lean, she has a body built for jumping and running, a natural athlete who has little issue scaling trees or chasing prey across open fields. Her nose is a dark reddish-pink and her tail is tipped black. Her cheekbones are prominent and whiskers distinctly white against the rest of her pelt.

Personality
Brackenstar has a strong sense of moral justice and would be hard-pressed to ever turn down another cat in need, even going so far as to put her life in danger for the sake of her Clanmates, she has more to spare than them after all. She is affectionate and amiable to all of the Clan, some perhaps considering her too familiar and soft-hearted to serve as a proper leader. Rest assured she knows how to get serious when a situation calls for it and any cat caught committing a grievous crime will see a side of her they will wish they had never had the misfortune to meet. It's often hard to tell what exactly she's thinking as she masks her emotions quite well and isn't easy to read, seemingly forever with a lax smirk on her muzzle and a mirthful glint in her eyes.

Backstory
Her history wasn't anything out of the ordinary up until her apprenticeship began, both of her parents fairly loving. Her mentor, a dark-furred tom called Blackfang, had a taste for sadism no cat was quite aware of. He was often rough with her while training and nit-picked at everything she did and said. She remained quiet about the abuse, embarrassed and ashamed, but upon graduating feared he might treat his next apprentice the same. She watched him constantly, at times neglecting duties to make certain he wouldn't harm the next cat he trained.

Finally gathering the courage to speak out, she shared her worries with the Clan deputy Finchwing, but they were brushed aside, as Blackfang was her son and she didn't believe him capable of the evil Brackencloud claimed. She did not bring it up again, but continued to keep a close eye on him to the point her Clanmates made the unfortunate assumption she was interested in him. Blackfang continued to be antagonistic, annoyed with her constant presence, but she made it clear for as long as he remained in DawnClan she would be watching.

Moons passed, Finchwing grew old and eventually passed away in her sleep. Breezestar chose Brackencloud to be the next deputy, much to Blackfang's dismay and the whispers of the senior warriors, who disapproved of such a young cat being chosen. Her new role seemed to come naturally to her and Blackfang began to behave more respectfully out of fear of being exposed. When Brackenstar earned her leader name she did just that, banishing the fox-hearted tom and chasing him all the way to Twolegplace, hoping his exile would humble him.

Theme Song
Praying - Kesha.

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Roleplay Sample
This is from one of my more recent, albeit dead roleplays. If you'd like more examples of my writing I can link the thread.

"With this life I give you sensibility. No matter what lies ahead for you follow your instincts and never lose faith as I did,” Graystar rasped, leaning forward to touch noses with him. Palefang braced himself, but receiving this life was less painful than the rest, almost soothing as it coursed through him and joined the other seven. Conviction filled his heart and his dark blue eyes were shining in the gloom.

"Thank you Graystar. I promise I won’t disappoint you."

The thin tom merely nodded, offering nothing more and Palefang, now Palestar felt the realm of StarClan fading as he returned to the waking world. His vision blackened and when he next opened his eyes he was lying next to Shadetail at the base of the Skytree, surrounded by its protective roots. He waited for the colorpoint molly to wake from her own dream patiently, watching the sky as the last of the sun was swallowed by night. "It’s time we headed home. The Clan is waiting for us,” he announced. The journey back to camp didn’t take long as ValleyClan was closest to the Skytree. The gorse bushes that hid the camp’s entrance shortly coming into view.

Slipping down the main tunnel that led into camp, Palestar gazed across the cavern with an unreadable expression once his paws touched the stone floor. All seemed well, nothing and no cat looked out of place, and relief washed over the mostly white tom. He now had a more important decision ahead of him. Choosing a deputy. ”I need time to think. I’ll be in my den if you or any cat else needs me,” he commented to Shadetail before disappearing down another narrow passageway that led to the leader’s den.

The tunnel opened up into a wider cave, Graystar’s old bedding still nestled into the far corner. He laid down inside the mossy nest, the old leader’s scent making him feel almost unwelcome. Did he really deserve this? He had never even served as a deputy and Graystar had not chosen him to replace him while he was alive. 'He gave you your your last life,' a distant voice seemed to remind him, and he pushed his doubts aside, instead focusing on which cat would be best to serve as his second-in-command.

Name
Hornetwing.

Age
27 moons (2 years, 3 months) old.

Gender
Genderfluid. Physically male. Uses he/him pronouns for the sake of simplicity, but generally doesn't consider his gender a personal identity.

Orientation
Gray Asexual - Panromantic.

Clan
DawnClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Appearance
Hornetwing is a tall tabby with a thick golden tinted orange pelt and faintly visible stripes swirling across his coat, white underfur and semi-almond shaped amber eyes. He might come across as mostly fur, but retains a decent amount of muscle worked up from warrior duties and only continues to grow the more he trains. He is quite the quick sprinter despite his breed being on the larger side, but proves a poor long distance runner.

Hornetwing has a dense, medium length coat that is surprisingly water repellent, though he has no real love of swimming and would rather steer clear of deep water. The longest fur can be found around the throat, creating a small ruff. He has a bushy tail and long legs. His face is angular with a rounded chin, large wide-set ears and a broad pink nose. A sizable tear can be found near the tip of the right ear and his muzzle is faintly scarred.

Personality
Quiet and rather soft-spoken. Hornetwing is almost cripplingly shy and reserved in the presence of strangers. Those within his rather small social circle know him as a more rambunctious and wacky individual however. Hornetwing 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, and a reluctant hunter.

Hornetwing 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 treated unfairly. While he has his doubts just like anyone else, Hornetwing ’s faith in StarClan is ultimately resolute and he believes their ancestors are still watching over them even through these trying times.

Backstory
Hornetwing was born the only kit of his litter, a rarity among cats. Overall, he has a rather large family and it wasn't considered any loss by his kin who 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; shy, weaker than the other kits and abhorrent of violence to any living creature. Even prey. She considered asking 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. Hornetwing wanted to remain with the Clan despite his lack of fitting in. He had a longer than average apprenticeship, but eventually earned his warrior name by the time he was 18 moons old. He lost his grandmother and older brother both in the same leafbare to blackcough. Not an unfamiliar tragedy for many cats.

Kin
Beestrike • Mother.
Harestripe • Father.
Otterfang • Older Half-Brother • Deceased.
Nightheart • Older Half-Sister.
Pinecloud • Older Half-Sister.
Rabbitpaw • Nephew.
Bramblekit • Niece.

Other Relationships
Open.

Theme Song
Unsteady - X Ambassadors.

Extras
Breed Inspiration: Norwegian Forest Cat.

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Name
Cloud • Mouse • Eyesore.

Shadowstar can pick a warrior name for her if he so wishes once the time comes.

Age
53 moons (4 years, 5 months) old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Uncertain.

Clan
DuskClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Full Appearance
Once quite a stunning cat. Her pelt was a glossy patchwork of chocolate, pale ginger and white fur, the brownish parts of her body tipped with paler fur to create an almost silvery appearance. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of blue and her nose a soft pink flecked by dark freckles. A cross between a normal domestic shorthair and a burmese, the latter heritage could be easily seen in the shape of her eyes and features of her face. Once her looks were all that she was valued for, and the other cats mocked she would only be good for breeding stock. Unlike her sister she was quite smaller, even shorter than most of the groups other she-cats with a lithe build.

She is barely recognizable as the same cat nowadays, the only hints this cat was once called Cloud and later mouse being her unusual coloration. The dog attack left her face in ruins. The right eye was gouged from the socket, the ear torn completely from her skull. Massive scarring stretches across her muzzle, a small part of her left lip missing, creating a permanent sneer that reveals a tooth and the side of her tongue. The right ear is shredded until it barely resembles an ear any longer and her entire body is covered in healed over bite marks that part the fur. Her tail is little more than a stub. Despite her horrifying appearance she has grown much stronger, her body limber and rippling with lean muscle. She has adapted to the limits of her body, making her a formidable opponent. Her single remaining eye is still just as blue and just as bright, holding an intense light.

Personality
Formally quite timid and meek, Eyesore retains little of her original personality. She spent her youth desperately trying to prove herself to everyone she knew and now considers herself to owe no cat a damn thing. Stoic and silent, attempting to engage her in conversation usually results in an emotionless stare and lack of a response. She rarely speaks, but when she does it is usually something sardonic in nature. Calculated and hardened by her past, she doesn't hesitate to become violent if any cat stands in her way or chooses to mock her. She prefers living a solo lifestyle, but has found herself curious about this newly forming Clan. Observing them from afar for now. She was surprised to find her sister mingling among them and is uncertain whether or not to reveal herself. Perhaps it would be better for Demeter if she continued to believe her gentle sister was dead. She was bound to disappoint in her current state.

Backstory
Born into a group of street cats that expected much from their members. Cloud failed every assessment she was given no matter how hard she tried, eventually renamed Mouse to shame her. In a desperate attempt to prove herself and rise through the ranks she confronted a pack of dogs. They tore her to shreds and she only lived because a passing human managed to intervene, rushing her to a vet. Many moons were spent in a blur and when she finally gained full consciousness long enough to figure out what had happened she was horrified by the damage done to her body.

Many more moons were spent recovering in the home of her rescuer, but this ultimately came to an end when her housefolk needed to move and couldn't take her with them. She was left at a shelter where she was overlooked for prettier, friendlier cats and upon overhearing the old tom in the next cage commenting cats who stayed too long went to a room and never came back, decided she welcomed death. Yet when the humans came to take her she changed her mind. clawing at their hands and managing to escape through an open window.

The next few years on the street were hard. She flinched every time a cat looked upon her with shock or disgust. Too often she was told to get out of their sight. She was hideous. Unappealing. An eyesore. At some point, shame turned into bitterness. Sorrow to anger. She grew more forceful with her presence, taking what she wanted and needed to survive even if that meant taking it from others. She remembered her training from her former Clan and kept practicing battle and hunting moves she had been taught over and over with new vigor and new determination until she got them right. She took the insult of a nickname and made it her own.

She became known on the streets to even her own colony, and they stayed away out of fear of her. At last Eyesore got the last laugh, often lurking around her former Clan's territory from time to time with the intent of terrorizing them.

Kin
Demeter • Litter Sister • Played by Ser Isles.

Other Relationships
None yet.

Theme Song
Believer - Imagine Dragons.

Extras
I was attempting to describe a chocolate smoke calico. In case anyone is wondering what the hell is up with that description lol.

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Name: Sandstripe
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Clan- Dawnclan
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Kin- Foxface (Mother)

Appearance:
Sandstripe is an orange tabby with darker rust stripes and bright green eyes. She is a muscular cat, and carries herself with an air of strength. Although she may seem in appearance like an aggressive cat, she has a gentle gaze and is often seen relaxing with the Elders, or playing gently with the kits.

Personality:
A true and tried clan cat, Sandstripe is protective of her family. She is the first to volunteer to take care of any problems in the territory, and always makes sure every cat is well taken care of before herself. While gentle to her own clan, she is an aggressive fighter and is not afraid to put herself in danger if it means getting rid of a problem. While she spends much time training, she isn't a all work no play cat and will always take time to play with the kits and tell stories with the elders. About to have her first little has caused the she-cat to also become far more interested in the younger cats, often seen observing them as they go about their days.

History:
Sandstripe was born to Foxface, and has all Dawnclan blood as far as she is concerned. The warrior had a simple and uneventful life thus far. While her apprenticeship was delayed due to an injury she sustained as a young cat, she recovered quickly and made up for lost time with vigorous training. Both a young warrior and a new queen, she is experiencing a new side of clan life.

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Name: Foxface
Rank: Elder
Clan- Dawnclan
Age: 72 moons
Gender: She-cat
Kin- Sandstripe (daughter)
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Appearance: An aged orange tabby with a long muzzle and sharp gold eyes.
On the older side for a feral cat, Foxface carries herself with pride and an air that demands respect. While covered in scar from battles long past, and walking with a limp from a damaged back leg, she always has a purr in her chest. She is often seen relaxing on the low, warm rocks that reside near the elders den, and even occasionally taking short walks outside the camp.

Personality:
Foxface was a mischievous cat in her youth, and still retains some of that old spark. A cheerful elder, she is the first to regale young cats with tales from her warrior days. Given the experience the old cat has, her opinions are strong and she does not take lightly to young cats thinking they know better. A traditionalist, she thinks the way things are work, and there is little need to change what they have.

History:
Foxface has seen many prophecies in her time, many battles, and many cats come and go. As an apprentice she experience a great hunger that left their clan nearly destroyed. As a warrior, she tells the tale of their clan fighting what they called the Wild Dogs. She has seen a freezing winter where cats nearly froze to the ground, and a summer where the river nearly dried. Her stories range far and wide and she has seen many a bizzare creature in their territory. This knowledge and life experience lends the respect Foxface has come to expect, and demand from the cats of the clan.

Name: Pyro, later renamed Emberpelt
Rank: loner, later deputy
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Tom
Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic
Clan: DuskClan

Description: Pyro has inky black fur, coarse and short-cropped. He is lithe and lanky, with long, thin legs and a slender frame. Dark ginger patches lace his pelt, with one over his left eye and multiple scattered across his back. He has a torn right ear and small scars on the back of his head. Pyro's eyes are a deep, rich amber, with hints of gold and dark brown. Though thin, he is quite strong, and able to hold his own in a fight.

Personality: Pyro is very observant, preferring to watch rather than to act. He is quiet, and is often in the background, much like a shadow. He has tendencies to gravitate towards flame, which is one reason the humans that feed him dubbed him Pyro. These tendencies, however, have often led to his survival, as many other cats are far more frightened by far than he and will refuse to follow him. Despite the fact that he often avoids confrontation, he is not a peacemaker, and will typically fight any cat that decides to treat him as lesser. He is very prideful and has a stubborn streak, and will refuse help that he is offered for the sole reason that he thinks he can do everything on his own. This is often why he is not found in the company of other cats, and prefers to be alone.

History: Pyro was born to a neglectful mother and an absentee father, instilling an 'everycat for themselves' mentality quite young. He separated from his mother as a kit, learning to survive on the streets quickly. He was resourceful, and figured out that he couldn't befriend others- they would easily turn on him if they thought it was to their benefit. As he grew older, he heard whisperings of a cat who had been attempting to recruit others for a so-called Clan. Intrigued, Pyro began to search for the cat, and once he heard of his ideas, he decided he wanted a part in this 'Clan', regardless of his feelings towards companionships. He supposed he could learn quickly how to work with others, and if not, he would likely be able to leave. So it was decided- Pyro would join this cat, and he would no longer be alone.

rp sample-
Crickets echoed in the still night air, their chirping interrupting Pyro's thinking. He kneaded his claws into the frozen ground, wincing as he realised he was unable to puncture the dirt. He began to slink through the dense hedge, dodging sharp branches and thorns, his tail tucked between his legs. He emerged onto a deserted street and glanced carefully around before making his way across. He was all too aware of how easily a cat like him could be attacked, even if the path appeared devoid of life. His eyes darted back and forth, never resting as he padded onward.


other:
Leader/Admin Other: merely a roleplayer
May your cat receive minor damage in random events?: sure!
May your cat receive major damage in random events?: sure!
Does your cat have kin that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names): he does not
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!

Name
Subira/She won't want it changed but will prove herself warrior worthy

Age
38 Moons

Gender
Female

Orientation
Bi-Sexual/no preference

Clan
DuskClan

Rank
Warrior/Wants to be deputy

Allegiance Description
Lilac Point Siamese Pure bred

Full Appearance
She has lilac colored points on her muzzled, tail, paws and ears. The rest of her is a very very light colored cream. Her eyes are a bright blue, as most pure bred siamese

Personality
She has no time for games, she is kind but don't get on her bad side. She is known to lash out, verbally only of course. She doesn't really believe in violence, but will get involved if she must. She is good with words and negaotiations. She quite wise.

Backstory
Sabira's kithood was hardly there, her brothers picked on her for being different. She was always distant with her kin and parents, she was more interested in exploring and finding these things called clans. When she turned 18 moons, her mother passed from old age and her dad went missing. For the longest time it was just her and her brothers. She was the oldest by a day whole, due to her brothers waiting inside their mother longer. So in retrospect, Sabira was leading them for the longest time until a bad forest fire split them apart. With a brave heart, she trudged on after the fire. She knew she wouldn't find her brothers. She knew it was a lost cause to even try. They had all three went flying in 3 different directions. It was hopeless to even try.

So on she trudged, for moons. She came across hundreds of rogues and loners who wanted a fight or some looking for prey. Sabira eventually came across a patrol of cats, but she hid.. And now she's ready to confront the next patrol that comes around of Duskclan.

Kin
Father, Missing. Mother, passed on. Brothers Zekil and Senet, missing.

Other Relationships
None

Crush or Mate
None yet

Other
Yes she can receive damage of major or minor
yes I can make 1 shot characters
If Sabira's brothers show up eventually, yes.

RP Sample
It was cold.. so cold in the forest she lay low in. Her icy blue eyes scanning the bright white snow as she sniffed for prey, anything she could catch.. Suddenly a small rustling of the snow caught her attention. Her head snapped up and she looked to her left. She sniffed the air. Patrol. Damnit. Her eyes scanned the area and she bolted into a hole of a tree. Just barely big enough to fit her but it was the perfect hiding spot for her. She began to hear chattering, it sounded like this patrol had an apprentice this time.

(Example names in this) "Honeypaw, watch your step, there's a hole just up here. Just a heads up." A familiar voice sounded, she had heard another cat say this dark tabby tom's name.. She believed it was, Oakblaze. That cat seemed quite kind. From the past few times she'd seen him. She figured he must be the deputy, he was out here all the time. Of course, she could easily be wrong.

The patrol came and passed and she jumped out of the hole when the coast was clear. She couldn't keep hiding like this. She would wake around until the dusk patrol came around.. she was gonna ask to join. She felt ready..

(I guess this could be an epilogue to Sibira's role in the clan XD Hope thats good!)

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Name
Venomheart

Age
23 Moons

Gender
Female

Orientation
Lesbian

Clan
Dawnclan

Rank
Warrior

Allegiance Description
Shorthair cat?

Full Appearance
Black with white tail. Green eyes

Personality
Kind and sweethearted. She is no short of gentle. She's a bit nippy in the mornings if you wake her before her time. She doesn't really talk to many but has a few close friends. She's rather sassy usually, when she does open her mouth. Most find it annoying. But some find it funny. She ALWAYS has a comeback for something.

Backstory
Born in Dawnclan, to the parents of Thrushfur and Moontail, she was a happy kit. A single kit as well. But in a battle when she was barely 7 moons.. Her father, Thrushfur passed away, fending off the badgers that attacked their camp. He died defending the leader. Venomheart was devistated. She closed herself off and swore to keeping everyone safe.. Since then she had a basic normal life.

Kin
Moontail (Mother-Alive
Thrushfur (Father-Deceased)

Other Relationships
None

Crush or Mate
None yet

Other
Yes she can receiver major/minor damage
Yes I can make 1 shot characters
Yes her mother can be played :)

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Name: Pebblepaw
Past/Future Names: Pebblekit, Pebblepaw, Pebbleleap
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: DawnClan
Description: A thick-furred, bulky light brown tabby she-cat with light hazel-green eyes. She sports cream undersides, including her cheeks, under her muzzle, around her eyes, her neck, chest, belly, legs, and under tail. The she-cat has light scarring over her shoulders, mostly concealed by her fluffy pelt.
Personality: A spunky and sometimes flirtatious she-cat, unafraid to make new friends. Though, this can make her naive, and she tends to be too sympathetic when she is meant to be stern and tough. If needed, Pebblepaw will not hesitate to defend those she loves, and in that way is willing to sacrifice herself for a greater cause
Kin: Viper - Father - Loner - Deceased
Petalpool - Mother - DawnClan warrior - Deceased
Olivepaw - Litterbrother - DawnClan medicine cat apprentice - Alive
Adder - Littersister - DuskClan apprentice - Alive


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Name: Olivepaw
Past/Future Names: Olivekit, Olivepaw, Olivegaze
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Tom
Orientation: Homosexual/Gay
Rank: Medicine cat apprentice (apprentice if not possible :))
Clan: DawnClan
Description: A surprisingly muscular, thick-furred light brown tabby with striking olive-lime eyes. The bottom of his neck, belly and forepaws are all white. Though, he has scratch scars over his left eye, along his jawline and over the bridge of his nose, along with a shredded left ear, and a small nick in the other. All this damages the sight in his left eye and ear, however they still function.
Personality: An inquisitive tom. Olivepaw is very accepting and patient, however he will not stand for being pushed around. Despite being a medicine cat apprentice, he is a powerful fighter, though will only be defensive unless provoked. Olivepaw is usually a quiet tom, and is very sympathetic, though grows self-conscious and anxious about his scars, knowing that some are scared or disgusted by them
Kin: Viper - Father - Loner - Deceased
Petalpool - Mother - DawnClan warrior - Deceased
Pebblepaw - Littersister - DawnClan apprentice - Alive
Adder - Littersister - DuskClan apprentice - Alive


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Name: Adder
Past/Future Names: Adderkit, Adder, Adderpaw, Adderstrike
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Orientation: Asexual/Panromantic
Rank: Loner/Apprentice
Clan: DuskClan
Description: An orange tabby, paler than a flame yet still intensely coloured, with a hardy, muscular and stout frame, covered in thick fur. Much like her siblings, she has lighter white-ish undersides, with thick tabby markings along her body and curling down her legs. Her eyes are a warm brown-amber, her appearance most closely resembling their father's than the other two, hence her name being connected to his.
Personality: The she-cat used to be outgoing and rather loud, but since her father's death, she has grown more subdued. However, she is rather stubborn, and ambitious. She always strives to achieve the best she can, being along at such a young age difficult for her. So, at the prospect of a new Clan, she was excited to join. The she-cat believed that she would not be welcomed back into DawnClan after leaving. She is determined to survive, despite watching with her own eyes how hard it was to live in the seemingly safe Twolegplace, with dogs, hostile felines and angry Twolegs at every turn.
Kin: Viper - Father - Loner - Deceased
Petalpool - Mother - DawnClan warrior - Deceased
Pebblepaw - Littersister - DawnClan apprentice - Alive
Olivepaw - Litterbrother - DawnClan medicine cat apprentice - Alive

History: Born in a forbidden love between a loner and a DawnClan she-cat, they were raised as if they were pure DawnClan. As they grew older, they began to understand who they were. Adderkit decided to join her father in the barn, leaving her two siblings and mother in DawnClan. From then on, life continued, but there was a hole left where Adderkit, now Adder, used to reside. Then, came the next, agonising blow. Petalpool was hit by a monster on the Thunderpath. It is unknown as to why she was even trying to cross, but there are speculations she was going to visit her mate and kit. Orphaned, Olivekit and Pebblekit were awfully prone to sneaking out of camp and wandering. A fox saw them as easy prey, and attacked. It targeted Pebblekit, but her brother leaped in bravely, taking a blow to his face, earning him the scars that now mar his facials. However, Pebblekit still received a light strike over her shoulders before a patrol heard their caterwauls and rushed to help them. They're apprenticeship was postponed until they were healed, as well as being their punishment for sneaking out. Later, Adder witnessed, horrified, as Viper, the tom she was named after, was torn to shreds by a pack of dogs roaming the Twolegplace. She fled as far as she could, back to the barn, and has grown quiet since the harrowing ordeal. Olivepaw and Pebblepaw were named after Viper's father, Oliver, and Petalpool's mother, Pebblefall.

Other:
May your cat receive minor damage in random events?: Yes!
May your cat receive 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?: Viper's littermates (unnamed, my characters don't know them), Oliver (Viper's living father) or Pebblefall (Petalpool's deceased mother) could 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!

RP Example: {This is from a Private RP}
Grunting irritably as Aurum landed upon her back, before leaping off and haring across the grassy field, the sleepy she-bear rolled her eyes and plodded after the two energetic creatures as they raced through the meadow. Yawning, her jowls parting widely to reveal rows of razor teeth, she passed her tongue over her lips, swinging her head side to side to get a proper view of the area. Her right eye roamed the landscape, the left a milky colouration. Blind. Useless.

Quickly shaking away the negative thoughts that plagued her, she reared up, giving a little roar, before trotting after the others. Feeling energy begin to flow into her paws at Bear's inviting call, she galloped towards them, her longer limbs swallowing up the ground in great strides. Soon enough, the black bear had caught up. Panting, she paused to catch her breath, before rearing up once again on her hindlegs. Leaning her forepaws against the boulder, Upendo grinned at Aurum, before hauling herself up, paws scrabbling against the rock. Luckily, with claws made for gripping and climbing, she managed to get onto the small boulder, and flopped down, her great ebony mass taking up most of the space. Sticking her tongue out at Bear, she giggled and stretched out on the warm rock, beginning to feel the urging of sleep lulling her into its soft cradle of peace and silence...

"Kitties 6 'Stripes on stripes'" by S. J. Pyrotechnic on Flickr (Some Rights reserved)

Name
Sandflower

Age
56 moons (Nearly 5 years)

Gender
Tom

Orientation
Bi leaning to straight

Clan
Dawnclan

Rank
Medicine cat/Deputy/Warrior

Description
A lanky apricot tom with tabby markings, yellow eyes, and a stumpy tail.
A lean cat with muscles made for speed not endurance. His ginger tabby pelt is short and soft, almost like a kit's fur. He has long whiskers, warm yellow eyes, and a pink nose. His notable trait is his short stumpy tail.

Personality
Sandflower is honey incarnate. He's sweet to everyone, but especially to kits. In another life he would have made a wonderful Queen or female med cat. He enjoys tutoring apprentices and often gives a hand to Paws who are having trouble getting the hang of their lessons. He hasn't an edge to him. The only time he'd ever be angry would be at a clan member being mistreated.

History
His grandparents were from a different clan, but his parents and himself were both Dawnclan cats. He fathered kits with a rouge named Leechfang, but she ended up taking the kits and leaving.

Family
Leechfang - Ex-mate
Firefoot - Son
Kits - Open

Other
He carries the manx gene which causes abnormal tail growth

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Source: Untitled cat
by UndineAlmani

Name
Variegate (Later Firefoot)

Age
38 moons (Just over 3 years)

Gender
Tom

Orientation
Unsure

Clan
Duskclan

Rank
Warrior

Description
A small calico tom with a stumpy tail and fiery orange eyes.
Firefoot's small stature and lack of notable male characteristics means he's often mistaken for a she-cat from a distance, much to his annoyance. Without much practice walking across logs or stones, his balance isn't the greatest. Without a tail, he finds maneuvering in the air to catch birds near impossible and sticks to hunting ground prey. His stocky body was made from chasing and bringing down rabbits. He's an endurance runner, but short bursts of speed aren't beyond him.

Personality
Extremely serious about his status as a warrior. He had to fight tooth and claw to be taken seriously as an apprentice and he worked even harder to be considered a warrior. He knows the code like the back of his paw and follows it to a T. He's lenient with kits or paws that forget the code, but other warriors are quick to be called out.

History
Left in Duskclan by his mother. Due to his smaller size, he worked extra hard to be considered useful to the clan. He wasn't about to let them write him off.

Family
Sandflower - Father (Dawnclan)
Leechfang - Mother (Rouge - Open)
Siblings - Open

Other
As a calico tom he has Kleinfelter syndrome and is infertile. He is missing most secondary sex characteristics of a male (neck fat, muscled body, large descended testes) but still smells like a male. He tends to rub against his scenting to make the smell stronger.

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Untitled by Techlec on pixabay

Name
Demeter (Later Morningclaw)

Age
53 moons (About 4 and a half years)

Gender
She-cat

Orientation
Gay af

Clan
Duskclan

Rank
Warrior

Description
A pale tortoiseshell cat with yellow-green eyes.
As she-cats go, Demeter is large. She equals most males in size and strength and takes pride in it. She walks with confidence and determination. Her pelt consists of white with patches of brown and ginger in various shades. She is riddled with scars.

Personality
If Warrior Cats could understand the concept of Butches on Bikes, they would describe Demeter as such. Though she follows the rules (barely), she's a rebel at heart. She has a strong sense of right and wrong and would carry a grudge to Starclan and back. She's reactive and often doesn't think through actions, especially when she's perceived herself as being wronged. She's spent a lot of time building up walls to protect herself and rarely lets anyone see her soft side.

History
Born into a street cat clan that wanted apprentices to prove themselves before they became Warriors. Commonly, apprentices would bring home an impressive kill, something that would have taken effort to find or hunt. Rarely they would harass nearby predators and bring home a trophy.Though Demeter completed her training, her sister did not and was forced to continue her apprenticeship into adulthood. A generation of apprentices came and went and her sister hadn't been able to prove herself. The clan cruelly renamed her to Mouse. To prove herself, Mouse tried to run off a pack of street dogs. Needless to say, one cat wasn't a match for them. Demeter was horrified to learn of her sister's death, and even more horrified when the clan laughed at the news. She left and eventually found her way to Duskclan.

Family
"Mouse" Cloud (Dead af)

Other

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May your cat receive minor damage in random events?
Yes to all

May your cat receive major damage in random events?
Yes to Sandflower and Morningclaw

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)
Yep Sandflower has an ex-mate called Leechfang who's a tortoiseshell and kits who would be Variegate's age
Morningclaw likely has parents but this'd need to be double checked with potatolord as our characters (Demeter/morningclaw and Eyesore) are siblings

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?
Yep do it