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"Let your claws do the talking."

Name: Silverpaw/Strike
Rank: Apprentice
Clan- Dawnclan
Age: 13 moons
Gender: She-cat

Appearance:
WIP
A silver dark striped tabby with startling blue eyes. A shorter, stockier cat, Silverpaw is muscular, a cat built for strength, and she knows it. Even at her young age, Silverpaw carries herself with an air of superiority, tail high and often with a wrinkle on her muzzle. With a show-off nature, she isn't afraid to flaunt her form, often moving in ways that accent her strengths, or finding any excuse to flash her claws. Her short coat is still relatively unscarred, although a jagged mark runs down her flank from an early training incident.

Personality:
Silverpaw channels almost all her energy into training. to see the she-cat resting is a rare sight. If there's a patrol, she will volunteer in the hopes of a fight. She often pesters her mentor for tips and tricks, often training alone if she has to. While she doesn't have a taste for blood, she has a taste for battle, and the adrenaline it causes. For the she-cat, there is no better way to feel alive than to put your life on the line. She is a proud cat, sometimes to the point she can consider herself better than she is. This causes her to have tensions with the other apprentices at times, since she considers herself above the younger ones, and sees her superiors as just challenges to overcome. Talking out problems make little sense to Silverpaw, and she will be the first to use her claws to resolve an issue. While loyal to the clan, she shows more fealty to cats who have earned it, rather than because they are clan-mates.
Despite her prickly, proud exterior Silverpaw has a sensitive side. Having been born from cats who had always show greatness, she feels she has to live up to the expectations of her heritage. That, and she fears the type of hurt that cannot be healed with poulitices, and so she guards herself to avoid being put in that situation.

History:
WIP
Silverpaw's heritage comes from a line of former deputies and leaders, and cats who have died in honor of the clan. She herself is the latest in a litter. Because of this, her history contains mostly a series of training, patrolling and hunting.


Kin-
Sister of Echostep

Relationships
Admires Honeyripple.
Not on the best terms with Echostep

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"But, why not?"

Name: Dustpaw/Storm
Rank: Apprentice
Clan- Duskclan
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom

Appearance:
A smoky grey and pale orange turkish angora 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, Dustpaw is all legs and length, and although he had kitty-pet softness, muscle is beginning to form, hidden under all his fluff.
Being a male calico, Dustpaw 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 distnctly 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."
Dustpaw is for lack of a better word, excitable. 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, Dustpaw'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.
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 Dustpaw 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 Dustpaw 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, Dustpaw 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' being formed, where cats would protect each other and live how they were meant to live.

Kin-
None/Distant Kittypets.

Relationships
Admires Hawkpaw, and considers the tom a good friend despite his pricky exterior.
Had a peculiar fondness for Pebblepaw, finding her silence but cute and curious.
Finds Whisperpaw to be quite the take charge she-cat.
enjoys Hazepaws company.

Art and Designs belong to me Razz #18166
If you want me to do your character shoot me a PM to discuss it, I'd love the practice
Name
Weaselpaw
Formerly "Ceres"

Age
8 Moons

Rank
Apprentice

Clan
DuskClan

Gender
Tom

Description
Weaselpaw is a very small cat. He's got shorter legs and a pinched, worried face. His eyes and nose are chronically runny, and he blinks a lot and sniffles because of it. His fur is short and bristley, thinly overlaying his slight frame. His ears as well seem to be oddly small. That paired with the color of his spots is what earned him his name. As for his fur, he is a Cinnamon and White Van color. His ears, the top of his head, and a few stray spots under his eyes are colored a rich reddish brown, as are his paws, tail, and a couple patches on his haunches. Everything else is pure white. His eyes are a striking greenish gold, his leathers all a soft pink. Weaselpaw is hardly the image of a warrior with his shaky legs and shy demeanor, but he can boast of one thing. He is a fast little demon, sure on his feet when he runs. He can cut through small hollows that others can't pass through and has a surprising level of stamina.

Personality
Weaselpaw is perpetually a nervous cat. He worries about everything there is to worry about, his anxiety often hampering his abilities. He's truly a caring cat, and he works very hard at every task he's put up against. Because warriorship does not come naturally to him, he finds himself out of place amongst his clanmates, even if he would truly be welcomed by them. He appreciates companionship, preferring it to solitude, though he is not opposed to the latter. Weaselpaw has a hard time making friends, not because he isn't friendly but because he doesn't have the courage to talk to anyone without having been spoken to first. He has a small stutter, not bad enough to impair his abilities but noticeable enough. It comes out when he's scared or angry, because he can't focus in those moments.

History
Weaselpaw was born into a kittypet home with the name Ceres. Nothing special, just a simple family where their pet had gotten pregnant and they hadn't the heart to abort the litter via an early spay. He was raised alongside his only sibling, another tom named Eros. It was really a quiet upbringing, he got a lot of love and attention from his owners and mother alike. It was really Eros who belonged outside. Ceres loved his brother dearly, looking up to the more outgoing tom in every way. It was Eros who convinced him to join the ragtag band of cats off to become a clan. They were doing just fine for the first few days, learning along with the others. Eros excelled at his training, even after the few short days they were with the clan. He was confident and brave, much unlike his brother. He took the name Darkpaw. Weaselpaw adored his brother, and followed him around a lot. It was barely a week in when Darkpaw was snatched by an eagle. Much like his brother, Darkpaw was a smaller cat, and they were not yet organized well enough to help protect the younger cats from aerial strikes. Weaselpaw was striken by grief, but took it upon himself to become the warrior Darkpaw would never get the chance to be.

Relationships
Mother
Mollie named Minerva
Brother
Darkpaw
Formerly "Eros"
Friends
to be updated
Enemies
to be updated
Respects
to be updated
Crush
to be updated

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Absolutely
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Absolutely. I only request that I be asked if there is going to be a death involved, but I do not mind anything else.
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)
Darkpaw or "Eros"
Presumed dead but can be either a StarClan cat or have made it through the attack somehow
Minerva
Alive and well, kittypet
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.)
SO up for this! I love playing villians and do not at all mind playing a cat that is destined for death! I'm also happy to give different animals a try if there is going to be a character like Midnight present at any point.

Extra Info about Me:
I used to be a member of the Warrior Cat Forums when they existed. I've owned many many many 'clans', and am experienced at handling multiple characters and writing to match a partner's level of advance. I can go to write as much as 5-10 paragraphs per reply, or as few as one though I rarely drop below that.
I am willing to take a roll with NPC characters if needed at any point, or whatever else you guys wish for me to do!
The only note I have for you guys is that I have not RPed in a good while, so I have no idea what my writing is going to be like for a good bit, but I will do my best!

This is character 1 out of 4!
I will be slowly updating this post with the next ones: 2 Mollies and 1 more tom, 1 more for DuskClan and 2 for DawnClan.

Art and Designs belong to me, Razz #18166
Name
Splashwing

Age
72 Moons

Rank
Warrior

Clan
DawnClan

Gender
Mollie

Description
Splashwing is a very large she-cat. She’s tall and muscular, and a little bit tubby though it doesn’t at all slow her down. She is a dilute calico, her body a mild blue grey with patches of cream tabby. Her paws are white, as are a complete undercoat that encompasses her belly, the bottom of her face, and her undertail. She isn’t old yet, in her opinion, but has had several years of experience under her paws. She is a six year old cat, meaning she’s been a warrior for five years. In those years, she’s attained many scars. The most prominent of these are her trio of scratches that run parallel across the bridge of her muzzle, and the scar that curves just behind her left eye. Her eyes are dark blue.

Personality
Splashwing is and always has been a tough cat. She rarely cries, internalizing her sadness and instead lashing out. She is a very rough and tumble cat, experienced and meticulous in her methods. With five years of warriorship, she is confident and unyielding. She will take orders, but can sometimes be difficult about it if she doesn’t agree with it. She is impulsive, a cat who is more likely to think the worst of another simply because she doesn’t like the look of them. She has never had kittens, and likely never will, and it does not bother her. She holds a lot of respect for the queens because she has a hard time around kittens until they are apprentices.

History
Splashwing was born a fighter. Her family was a normal one, and her childhood as commonplace as it gets. She played with her siblings, two toms named Acornkit and Maplekit. Being raised with only brothers, she was always striving to show them up and prove that she was not a ‘damsel in distress’. Her parents are long past now that she’s turned six. Her brothers took the names Acornfall and Maplestorm when they were turned into warriors. Maplestorm was killed by a snake bite when he was around five years old, his apprentice wasn’t paying attention and he took the blow. The venom killed him before they could get him back to camp. Acornfall retired soon after that, always having been a more frail cat with issues in his vision developing as he aged. Splashwing is the only cat in her family still a warrior, and she plans to keep going until she no longer can.

Relationships
Mother
Mollie named Ashpelt
StarClan member
Father
Tom named Quailheart
StarClan member
Brothers
Tom named Acornfall
Elder
Tom named Maplestorm
StarClan member
Other Kin
Open! Ask about it :)
Friends
Very close with Badgerfang due to them being two of the only remaining cats of their age
Enemies
to be updated
Respects
to be updated
Crush
to be updated

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Absolutely
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Absolutely. I only request that I be asked if there is going to be a death involved, but I do not mind anything else. She is a good candidate for this one because of her age and growing frailty.
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)
Ashpelt (Mollie)
StarClan
Quailheart (Tom)
StarClan
Acornfall (Tom)
Elder
Maplestorm (Tom)
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?
(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)
SO up for this! I love playing villians and do not at all mind playing a cat that is destined for death! I'm also happy to give different animals a try if there is going to be a character like Midnight present at any point.

Art and Designs belong to me, Razz #18166
Name
Paleflame
Formerly “Arabelle”

Age
20 Moons

Rank
Warrior

Clan
DuskClan

Gender
Mollie

Description
Paleflame is a cat known as a “Genetic Chimera”. This means that she carries two different complete sets of genes. For her, this is what allows for her mottled mess of a pelt to exist. Paleflame is a longhaired mollie, her pelt a mix and match patchwork of apricot, fawn, and cream colors. She looks mainly like a calico, her body fawn colored with patches of apricot tabby. She has an undercoat of cream, however, which accents her reddish fur to look something of a flame. Her eyes, as well, are different colors. One is a rich amber orange, the other a deep blue color. She’s a very soft cat, with soft edges and a lot of fluff. Her leathers are a light fawn color to match her base coat.

Personality
Paleflame is a gentle hearted cat. Many find it surprising that she chose to join DuskClan because of this. She is quite worried about keeping herself nice looking, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a certain kind of determination. Paleflame wants to be there, more than one would expect. She wants to prove herself, and to become something great. She felt incomplete in her home and there is something about being free in the forest that helps her feel whole. She wants to be a mother someday, and her personality is one that very much lends itself to training apprentices or mothering kits. She loves to help out in the nursery when she is offered the chance.

History
Paleflame was raised as a kittypet, up until the time she was about six months old. Her elderly owner died, leaving her alone. No one cared to take her to a new home, and she lived somewhat alone in the old home, until a new family moved in. That family deigned to feed her from time to time, but she had to supplement her diet with her own hunting. She learned quickly how to hunt and scavenge in trashcans, and eventually the family started letting her inside. She was taken care of mainly by a young twoleg girl who brushed her obsessively and never let her get dirty. This is how Paleflame developed her cleanliness standards. Despite this, she never felt complete in that home. She missed her first owner, and finally she heard about the new forming clan. She decided to join, and that was that.

Relationships
Mother
Mollie named Posie

Hazepaw - Likes
She likes the young apprentices tenacity

Pebblepaw - Likes
She likes how sweet she is, even if she is quiet

Eagleflight - Respects
She respects the tom and his position

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Absolutely
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Absolutely. I only request that I be asked if there is going to be a death involved, but I do not mind anything else.
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)
No not really… she’s p much a singular cat w/o anyone special to her
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.)
SO up for this! I love playing villians and do not at all mind playing a cat that is destined for death! I'm also happy to give different animals a try if there is going to be a character like Midnight present at any point.

Art and Designs belong to me, Razz #18166
Name
Pepperwind
This can be changed if Pepper is an unacceptable prefix

Age
18 Moons

Rank
Warrior

Clan
DawnClan

Gender
Tom

Description
Pepperwind is an average sized tom with a fair bit of muscle tone. He’s got a thick, blustery pelt, one that is considered to be a ‘medium’ length. His tail is extra fluffy and he’s got some fuzz on his cheeks, but otherwise he’s just thick furred. He has tufts on his ears as well, like a lynx or maine coon cat. Pepperwind is mostly black in color, with some white markings. He has a white chest and underbelly, and a white tail tip, as well as white paws, patches over his eyes, eartips, and bridge of his muzzle. His eyes are a dark evergreen in color.

Personality
Pepperwind has a very fiery personality. He is easily distracted, but cocky in the way that only a young warrior can be. He’s only been a warrior for about six months, but he considers himself to be one of the best. He’s over confident and has an ever present smirk on his face. He is playful and energetic, and is a total flirt. He can be a bit annoying, always acting as if he knows best, but he follows orders well when it comes down to the wire and he needs to do something fast.

History
Pepperwind was born to Amberclaw and Oakshade, both well respected warriors of his clan. He was an only kit, their only kitten ever due to complications during his birth. He was pampered by his mother and father both, lending to his confident cocky personality. In his apprenticeship he was given to Maplestorm, brother to Splashwing and Acornfall. He was much more absent as an apprentice, and it was barely his second moon of training when he was hunting and neglected to notice a venomous snake that was nearby. When it reared to attack, Maplestorm took the blow to save Pepperwind, who was Pepperpaw at the time. For a long time the young cat was miserable and distraught, angry at himself for Maplestorm’s death. He still carries that in the back of his mind, though he does a very good job at pretending it never happened.

Relationships
Mother
Mollie named Amberclaw
Father
Tom named Oakshade
Other Kin
Open! Ask about it :)
Friends
to be updated
Enemies
to be updated
Respects
to be updated
Crush
to be updated

Other
May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Absolutely
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Absolutely. I only request that I be asked if there is going to be a death involved, but I do not mind anything else.
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)
No not really… she’s p much a singular cat w/o anyone special to her
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.)
SO up for this! I love playing villians and do not at all mind playing a cat that is destined for death! I'm also happy to give different animals a try if there is going to be a character like Midnight present at any point.

|:Name:| Slackjaw
|:Age:| 52 moons
|:Gender:| Male
|:Sexual orientation:| Straight
|:Rank:| Warrior
|:Apprentice:| None
|:Clan:| Dawnclan
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|:Prefix:| Slack [Parents thought it was cool]
|:Suffix:| Jaw [For his strong jaw]
|:Past names:| Slackkit, Slackpaw
|:Past Ranks:| Kit, Apprentice
|:Future names:| None rn
|:Future Ranks:| None rn (Unless he one day gets picked for deputy)
|:Herb allergies:| None
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Appearance:
|:Fur length:| Short
|:Eye color:| Dark icy blue
|:Nose color:| Plain
|:Ear length:| Long
|:Claw length:| Average
|:Fang length:| Average
|:Whisker length:| Average
|:Size:| Long and a bit tall
|:Body type:| Slim
|:Physical conditions:| None
|:Fur Markings:| Dusty brown tom with a lighter dusty underbelly and muzzle. He has dark brown spots and stripes going down his back and along his tail.
|:Scars:| A big tear in his ear
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Family
|:Birth mother:| Whispermoon [Deceased]
|:Birth father:| Stoneheart [Missing]
|:Grandmothers:| Unknown
|:Grandfathers:| Unknown
|:Aunts:| Unknown
|:Uncles:| Unknown
|:Cousins:| Unknown
|:Brothers:| Bearstripe [Missing]
|:Sisters:| None
|:Nieces:| None
|:Nephews:| None
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Past in clan life
|:Mentor:| Deermist [Deceased]
|:Past Apprentices:| None
|:Crushes:| OPEN

|:History:| Slackjaw was born into Dawnclan like any other in the clan. At first his life was a normal life. Up until he became an apprentice. He was clumsy and got into a lot of trouble. His brother, Bearstripe, became a warrior before him. This pushed him to make himself the best warrior he could, though anger resided deep in his heart for his brother. Jealousy and Anger. Once Slackjaw was made warrior, he asked his brother for a simple walk in the territory. He lead him to a ravine deep into the territory, near the border. Where he then ambushed his brother and slit his throat with no hesitations. He kicked his body into the ravine and no one has ever found him. He has claimed his brother to be 'missing' to the clan. With this, his father went off to look for him, however, he has not returned in some moons.

One day a rogue by the name of Zero, showed up, and for weeks was given multiple warnings to leave Dawnclan territory, and always did and finally just settled near border but never crossed. Until one day Zero seemed to have crossed and Slackjaw made a mistake of crossing his own border into Zero's rogue territory. Causing him to attack and nearly kill Slackjaw. When Zero left the area, Slackjaw woke and made his way to the Medicine cat den where for about a moon, he rested and returned to full health. He was lucky as stars to have gotten out alive. He swears revenge on this Zero...

Ever since then Slackjaw has been doing what it takes to become the best warrior...

|:Personality:| Slackjaw is careless and clumsy. He means well for his pride but has little friends. He's usually an asshole and only has a couple of friends he really talks to and patrols with. Those two are his best friends and would do anything to protect Slackjaw. He has obvious anger issues but has been doing whatever it takes to control them and so far has done well. He's speedy and agile but not as strong, aside from his powerful jaw. Lately he's been silent and distant to most but hunts well for his clan.

|:Random RP story-line:| Why was he like this... why did Bearstripe always hog the glory? It made him sick.. Slackjaw glared at his brother as he woke but then an idea formed... one of pure evil...one to rid his brother for good... It caused a sickly grin to sneak onto his muzzle. It made sense.... get rid of his brother, he'll be the best! Yes, it was the perfect plan! He stood and fixed his face to a calm smile as he walked up to his brother.

"Greetings Brother.. it's been a while, would you like to go for a walk with me?" Slackjaw asked, a grin creeping onto his face. Bearstripe, being the naive little brat he was.. happily agreed.

"Yea! Sure, sounds fun!" Bearstripe spoke and bounded for the exit, Slackjaw gave a smirk and followed right after him.. As the two walked, Slackjaw was so distracted in thought, he tripped over a rock and fell flat on his face, where his brother then laughed and helped him up, or at least tried to. Slackjaw hated his brother and the laughing made it worse.

The squishy grass and leaves eventually thinned out to rough sand and dirt as they made it to a ravine and while Bearstripe went to the edge and started gushing about the view.. Slackjaw pounced and pinned him right against the edge, claws digging into his shoulders. "I've always hated you brother...always the goodie two paws in the family.. well not anymore..I'm gonna take over as favourite! I'm gonna be the one mom and dad love most!" Slackjaw's evil twisted grin returned as his brother struggled in cried out in fear before his took his claws and wracked them over his throat, causing him to cough out blood and struggle before going limp and lifeless.. Slackjaw felt no remorse as he shoved his brothers body down the deep, deep ravine...

After his paws were clean and his mind levelled, he returned to his clan and told the leader at the time, a story of his brother.. one of lies... "I tried to stop him.. but he wanted to leave, I always thought he was happy here in Dawnclan.. it made no sense to me.. He said nothing of where he was going or why. I simply hope he's happy where ever he goes.." His lie fooled the clan and a few even shed tears... and the next day.. His father went missing.. Looking for Bearstripe.. Slackjaw knew...

He knew...

His brother would never be seen again..