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Name: Lizardkit | Lizardpaw | Lizardsnout | LIZARDSTAR

Age: 62 moons (5 years, 1 months)

Breed: Stray mix

Rank: Leader of GulchClan

Gender & Orientation: Cisgender male, bisexual

Appearance: A large, cream-and-buff cat with yellow-green eyes. The scars of Lizardstar's youth have healed on his face into an uncomfortable- but mostly invisible- patchwork, giving him a 'permanently serious' look. He wouldn't look too out of place as a kittypet, keeping his fur well-groomed whenever he can.

Personality: Lizardstar is more gentle than he looks- though, not by much. He is an anxious tom, always worrying about the next kill being the one that takes him out; it hampered his skills as a Warrior in his old clan (that still stings him to think, old clan), but it proved useful as a Deputy to the now-deceased Robinstar. He was, and still is, usually the first one alerted to a threat. He often wanders his clan's territory, inspecting for anything out of the ordinary or for any hidden dangers.

Background: Lizardstar was the first- aside from maybe the medicine cat and their apprentice- to feel worried that something might be different about this greencough epidemic. Then still Lizardsnout, he seemed to find that his worries fell on deaf ears- and that wasn't a joke about Robinstar's increasing age. When Robinstar finally fell sick, Lizardsnout knew that something had to be done, and quickly, but his loyalty to his clan and to his leader were unparalleled. He stayed. He stayed, for entirely too long.

Lizardsnout lead a group of mostly-healthy survivors out of the ruined remains of their clan, having been the one to personally put Robinstar out of her misery. He didn't tell the survivors that, and they didn't need to know. He didn't know where to go, at first just leading them through the woods and as far away from their camp as possible. Finally, he reached a twoleg encampment, and it was as though his silent prayers had been answered. Following the twolegs out of the woods, down the winding stone streams, down and down and down still into a flat, rocky place like he'd never seen before, Lizardsnout refused to stop- even if he did lose some of his straggling survivors along the way.

Relationships:
Robinstar: Lizardsnout's aunt, mentor, and best friend. She raised Lizardsnout when his mother abandoned the clan for a kittypet lover.

Other:
(Feel free to create other characters related to Lizardsnout! He definitely needs a mate.)

Name:
Foxkit - Foxpaw - Foxleaf

Age:
7 Moons

Breed:
Ragdoll Cat & Domestic Longhair Mix

Rank:
Apprentice

Gender & Orientation:
Female & Bisexual

Appearance:
This young she-cat has a pale undercoat, almost milky in its hue, with darker points along her upper body. Large sections of darker fur stem outward from her spine, and her fur is fairly long. Even with the silky fur she possesses, it's not quite dense, so she often gets just as cold as a short-furred cat. Foxpaw's eyes are a muted sage green with yellow tinted rims.

Image Credits

Personality:
+ Curious about literally everything.
+ Full of energy.
+ Eager to learn about fighting.
- Very young and small.
- Mischievous nature may often get her into trouble.
- Innocent and pure smol kitten. ()

Background:
Foxpaw was named for her mischievous nature, and although she had not had time to display such a nature her mother seemed to know her immediately. She understood that her curiosity would take her far in life, because combined with her adorable determination she's a tiny warrior in the making. So far, she’s adapted well to the new territory, only making the typical minor mistakes that all apprentices do.

Other:
She was given the prefix, “Fox-,” for her curiosity and mischievous tendencies. Her future suffix, “-leaf,” will be in reference to her growth as an individual and how well she’s come to flourish in such a harsh environment.

Relationships:
Mate- N/A, feel free to develop a crush on her!
Kits- Too Young!
Siblings- OPEN, PM me!
Mentor- OPEN, PM me! (Until this is claimed, her mentor will be a NPC named Elksplash.)

RP Sample:
(From a previous wolf RP!)
Killian held his breath, he couldn’t risk disturbing the stagnant air and revealing his position within the bare branches of a long-dead bush. His russet fur blended seamlessly into the environment surrounding him, and he could only pray to his mother’s precious gods that the grizzly would be to occupied with her own offspring to notice him. The two aforementioned mud-colored bundles of dense fur rambled about dangerously close to his position, and he could only just contain an instinctual warning growl. Luck was on his side, however, as the worn-out mother bear meekly huffed in annoyance at her own kin, unaware of the canine threat so nearby. Killian’s tail twitched slightly, in anticipation. The bears did not belong here, in the territory of his pack. His alpha, his precious packmates, and himself all resided here in relative safety of this area. Ian could empathize with the need to provide for one’s own, but the bear’s need to do so negated the safety of his own family. The sudden presence of a bear family posed much too present danger to the prey supply among these hunting grounds. The pack needed to take action. As the carefree cubs tumbled another tail-length or two from Killian’s position he saw his change. Digging his claws into the packed snow, Killian burst from his hiding place in a fluid motion. The mother bear roared in surprise and frustration, lashing out into the air in a warning motion. Yet, Killian was long gone by the time she gathered herself again, herding the cubs towards herself for loving licks to be placed upon their heads.

Name (prefix can be changed to "Honey" if you find "Milk" unusual, just tell me)
Milkkit - Milkpaw - Milkfur

Age
7 moons

Breed (Please avoid purebreds if they are not a kittypet)
Oriental/DSH mix

Rank (DO NOT CLAIM A RANK THAT IS ALREADY TAKEN)
Medicine Cat Apprentice

Gender & Orientation (All are allowed!)
Bisexual Female

Appearance
Milkpaw is, luckily, an extremely light colored cat in the midst of the hot desert. She has a white undercoat with a light cream pattern on her upper pelt and head. Her eyes are a striking blue, which is her only big feature.

Image Credit

Personality
+ Protective of her loved ones
+ Quick to catch on
+ Intellectual
+ Loves attention and friends
- Stoic at first
- Has a stutter (this isn't really a personality trait, but it's fine)
- Selectively mute (due to stutter)

Background
Milkpaw was the only child born to dam Goldensand and sire Steamcloud, and she is too young to remember much of the greencough plague. Her father died of heatstroke while out on patrol when she was 3 moons old, and her mother has since been distant. The trauma of her father's sudden death gave her her speech impediment. Milkpaw, having to somewhat raise and develop herself on her own, aspires to win her mother's attention back by being the best medicine cat ever.

Relationships
Mother: Goldensand ; Loves her mother despite her ignorance ; Alive
Father: Steamcloud ; Misses her father dearly ; Deceased of heatstroke
Mentor: Owlgaze ; Respects her mentor ; appreciates his amicability
Open to more!

Other
Milkpaw's Stutter: Milk has a slight psychogenic stutter (Psychogenic stutters occur after traumatic events; Milk's is her father's sudden death). She tends to briefly repeat syllables and, at times, is prone to entire word blocks in which she pauses her speech for a few moments to get a single word out. She is very aware of and embarrassed by her condition.

RP Sample (I put an NPC in for Milk's mentor just to help the sample along)
Milkpaw tailed her mentor, Jaggedfoot, as they wandered out of camp in search of herbs. Jaggedfoot, a particularly tall tom, towered over Milkpaw's smaller frame. She eyed her mentor in wonder. How did such a gigantic cat give up the chance to become a warrior when he had such an advantage over other cats and animals? Her eyes drifted down, and she answered her own question. Jaggedfoot's, as his name explained, back right paw was slightly twisted, and it gave him a jumpy stride. Milkpaw remembered when her mentor told her his story. That was the moment she decided to trust him and start speaking to him. A small smile crept onto her face. Jaggedfoot was a good tom and one that easily earned her trust. She was drawn out of her memory as she ran into Jaggedfoot's back legs. A patch of herbs lay growing in front of him. She watched as Jaggedfoot stepped back, looking at her expectantly. A pang of nerves ran through her body. He expected her to dig up this certain patch?

Tallstream



ART BELONGS TO ME

:: Age ::
23 Moons

:: Breed ::
American Bobtail

:: Rank ::
Warrior

:: Gender & Orientation ::
She-cat | Demiromantic - Heterosexual

:: Appearance ::
Very tall, standing at nearly 3 feet at the shoulder, and weighing almost 18 pounds. She is a big cat, though tries to make it less obvious. Her face is short and round, giving her a rather cute and innocent appearance. With wide paws and narrow legs, somthing that stands out would be her short and wild tail. Along with her wide green eyes, always open and alert.

:: Personality ::
A shy and reserved she-cat, she ducks her head a lot to make herself seem smaller, and she rarely speaks. Doesn’t have many friends, and this is because she’s not good at making any, awkward and always stumbling, she really only finds solace when hunting. Out in the canyons alone, her favorite thing to hunt is birds. Her long legs are good for leaping, and seeing them fly gives her a sense of freedom.

:: Background ::
A she-cat born of GultchClan, there isn’t much to say. She struggled as an apprentice, not able to keep up with the other young cats due to being so clumsy. Many suspected her of becoming a fail of a warrior, she fights to prove herself constantly, though doesn’t do a very good job at it.

:: Relationships ::
TBD

:: Theme Song ::
N/A

:: Other ::
Tall - For her long legs, and the fact she towers over most clan mates
Stream - For her gentle and soft spoken nature

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Source-https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Longhaired_Calico_Cat.jpg


"It is up to us to read the signs the stars leave behind."

Name: Owlgaze
Rank: Medicine Cat
Clan- Gulchclan
Age: 53 moons
Gender/Orientation: Tom/Undecided

Appearance:
A smaller, long haired calico tom with sharp amber eyes. Due to his calico genetics, the tom is lacking in much of the muscle and build of a normal tom, from a distance and by scent a slight confusion to those who do not know him. (Klinefelter syndrome.) Yet, this does not seem to affect the tom, as he carries himself with a tail held high in dignity and confidence. Although his expression may often be a stern scowl, it is usually because the tom is lost in thought as often happens.

Personality:
Owlgaze is a kind cat, and white his external appearance may seem prickly, he would hardly raise his claws against another unless it was a matter of dire circumstances. A loyal cat, he considers every clan member, from the lowest kit to their great leader to be his own kin, and treats them as such. While he has his grumpy, aggressive moments, they are usually reserved for when the tom is stressed or unable to help heal or ease the pain of a cat he cares about.
When it comes to the clan, he respects the code yet knows sometimes things have to be broken. While his leaders word is law, the tom also listens to another power, and takes much store in the quiet signs of their warrior ancestors.
He has great trust in others, and knows that their clan is a family, and even in the difficult times they will have each other to lean on.
As a teacher, Owlgaze tries his best. While never the best at explaining his thoughts, he often gets lost in the mysteries of the unknown and spiritual side of the medicine cat life. Yet, he is patient and willing to try what his apprentice may come up with, knowing that is the only way to grow and perhaps learn himself.
While a gentle soul, cats could consider the tom a bit mad, even for a medicine cat. He often sits and ponders outside his den for long periods of time, and tends to mutter his thoughts and sometimes confusing ramblings to the stars. Yet, if engaged he is quick to snap back to reality, even if his voice keeps its dreamy, thoughtful tones.

History:
Owlgaze was born under and owl's tree to two clan cats, both of whom have since passed. The early moons of his left were spent convinced he was going to be the greatest warrior, despite being the runt of a litter and never having quite the aptitude for sparring like his kin. It was when he was barely in his 7th moon of training, that their old medicine cat saw something in the then Owlpaw. At first, the young apprentice had fought the idea that he would no longer get to become a warrior, thinking it was the only way for a cat to truly serve their clan. Yet, when a denmate of his injured themselves during training, Owlpaw had been quick to act. It had been instinctual, and even if he did not want to admit it, he knew his paws were not meant to harm, but to heal.
He has been the standing medicine-cat for some time, and while the epidemic in their clan has left him weary, he still holds faith that it is all meant to be.

Kin- Open/Deceased

Relationships
Open/Pending

Other-
(Used an RP sample from a different RP if that's ok!)
t was early, but there was no rest for the wicked. Shadowstar wove his way between the stones rubble that littered the camp. It was great for finding spots to rest, to eat and share tongues, but not if one wanted to make a straight path anywhere. Especially when one's jaws were filled with brambles. Legs tripping over the dragging roots, the new leader of Duskclan looked quite unlike the cat who had spoken of grandeur and the excitement of clan life, with his fur covered in leaves and face screwed up in concentration of not falling. Finally however, he made it to the edge of the camp, where the past few days they had been pushing prodding and reshaping the foliage around them into a semblance of a barrier, a large glorified nest to hold them all and keep them safe.
Shadowstar spat the branches from his jaws, giving it a few stretches to rid the soreness from its joints. He eyed the pile with a wrinkle of his nose. It would probably be one or two more trips until it was satisfactory. Giving a sigh, the black tom let himself lower onto narrow haunches, turning his attention to the rest of the Duskclanners, to see who was out and about.
It hadn't been very long since they had made this place their home, and it showed. However, plenty of cats were adapting to the new life with relative ease, giving the leader a sense of invigoration. It was never going to be easy, but it was a home.
His excitement at the thought home fizzled slightly when he thought about the Dawnclan cats. They had only a few run ins with the original dwellers of the forest, and neither had been particularly good. Although no fur had been shed, it was only a matter of time. Shadowstar could feel it. His chest heaved with a deep exhale; he knew what had to be done but the concept of speaking one on one with the leader of Dawnclan was not a pleasant thought. While Shadowstar knew he was more than happy to speak friendly with the other clan, they were probably less than pleased with the sudden appearance of so many strangers. For all he knew, they still considered them a bunch of rogues. The thoughts buzzed in Shadowstar's mind, one after another making the tom's head spin, until he had to lower himself to his chest, just for a moment.

Source: https://www.pexels.com/photo/close-up-of-cat-248304/

Name: SharpKit | Sharppaw | SharpGlare

Age: 46 Moon's

Breed: Tabby x Tortoiseshell

Rank: Warrior

Gender & Orientation: Male / Tom / His / He | | Homosexual

Appearance( Image above.)

Personality: SharpGlare is very Pleasing and Is normally quick to judge him self. The Tom alway's thought he was a bad hunter ever since his apprentice Age's, But it's found that he is just lacking his own self esteem. Sharp Glare has a very warm heart, and can get Slightly Arrogant if Compliment's are spilled toward's his way. He has Decent manner's, and prefer's to alway's eat last No matter what since he find's it respect. SharpGlare Has alway's been a funky and very Adventurous Cat, and oddly love's fighting more then hunting it's self. The way he like's to settle thing's is with a nice grooming and chat, with his friend's but refuse's to have other cat's close to him he doesn't know if it isn't The leader, His mate, Elder's, and his family.

Background: SharpGlare was born into GulchClan with two other sibling's. A Brother and A Sister. He alway's bragged about having ''Warrior Blood.'' And was thrilled he was apart of the clan instead of some Spoiled Kitty pet. SharpGlare grew up and was raised trained and fought many battle's in the clan along side of his Sibling's. He had amazing parent's, he treated with love and kindess and alway's has been. However ever since they passed he went dead silent for a couple moon's and refused to speak, some day's he still doesn't and avoid's questioning and Curiosity about his past life and his parent's.

Relationships
MapleBreeze { Sister /Alive Living in GulchClan } Cold Heart { Brother/ Deceased/ Killed By his sister./ Place of no stars' Resident.} Smoke foot { Father/Deceased/Star Clan Resident/ Old age. } HoneyWing { Mother/Deceased/Star clan Resident/ Old age.}

Other:
Sharp- From his Impeccable Sharp claw's
Glare- The intense glare he give's off when he is hunting or generally staring.

RP Sample: SharpPaw Crouched low, his intent glare watching as a Kangaroo mouse was munching on a piece of grass. He was careful not to disrupt and possibly scaring it away He didn't want to mess up his first hunting session. After a moment of hesitation and silence, he made a Rushing pounce Leaping quickly almost in the air Leaping onto the rodent Who was Scrambling under His paw's in attempt to get away. SharpPaw picked it up regardless and turned toward's his mentor, His eye's fulfilled with his first successful hunt. He could feel small drop's of blood coming from the rodent but ignored as the smell rushed through his Nose it was almost hard to stop his stomach from rumbling. He flicked his tail Proudly and dropped the rodent only for his mentor to find a bright smile on the tom's face.

Source:https://www.pexels.com/photo/adorable-animal-asleep-baby-266784/

Name: MapleKit | Maplepaw | Jade|MapleBreeze

Age: 46 Moon's

Breed: Tabby x Tortoiseshell

Rank: Warrior

Gender & Orientation: Female / She / Her / | | androsexual

Appearance( Image above.)

Personality: Maple Breeze is a chill, laid back type of cat. She love's nap's and of course get's called DormMouse often due to her laziness. Although when in battle she will fight until she drop's dead. She is Very Wise and can sometimes be a fugitive, but other then that she has a blunt straight and sometimes serious tone. She never raises her voice, and never lower's her voice. Maple Breeze can be a little Hasty and sometimes Picky when she like's but it's just because she enjoy's her self and being diligent and Nosy. Her Attitude toward's Kit's and Elder's is Absolutely wonderful, and is completely respectful toward's them as well.

Background: Same as her sibling's except, when she turned 17 Moon's, She had stayed with two leg's after running away from the clan for a while. She was raised there for 4 Moon's with the name Jade, and ended up coming back to Gulch Clan a moon after she had ran away from the two leg's. Although her back ground is confusing she doesn't mind sharing it with other's who are curious.

Relationships
SharpGlare { Brother /Alive Living in GulchClan } Cold Heart { Brother/ Deceased/ Killed By Her/ Place of no stars' Resident.} Smoke foot { Father/Deceased/Star Clan Resident/ Old age. } HoneyWing { Mother/Deceased/Star clan Resident/ Old age.}

Other:
Maple- From The dark maple color's in her fur
Breeze- Gained Breeze through her gentle and helpful personality.

RP Sample:(Battle scene between her & Her brother Cold heart.)

MapleBreeze Narrowed her eye's as she glared down at her brother pinned to the ground, her fore-paw's stuck to the ground like glue while her Font paw's pressed against his chest. The two growled and hissed at each other, their tail's swaying. ``You're pathetic! You have alway's been crowfood ever since we we're kit's MapleBreeze!`` Hissed Cold heart, his dark blue eye's filled with envy and Anger. Maple breeze spoke with a light voice, she hardly ever rose it, even in battle. ``You're evil cold heart, you alway's have been. If You hadn't killed-`` she paused as her brother quickly lashed under her stomach causing her to let out a painful yowl full with agony, she jumped off him and glared up at her brother. Her fur stood on the end of her neck, her hackle's raised. The two circled each other for a heart beat, then Maple Breeze found her self biting her brother's Throat pinning him toward's the ground, a split second later, she felt her brother's breath Fade and his body went limp. She had just killed her evil brother. ``Star clan may not welcome you, for the bad thing's you have done..But The Dark forest will.`` Spat Mable breeze, She flicked her tail and rose from her brother's body, limping back to camp.

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Name: Boarkit| Boarpaw | Boartooth / HALFEYE

Age: 24 moons (2 years)

Breed: Stray mix

Rank: Warrior

Gender & Orientation: Cisgender male, heterosexual

Appearance: A medium-sized maltese tom with a drooping right eye. His odd fur garners him many equally odd looks from his clanmates. His vision is not affected by his eye, though it does look disconcerting.

Personality: Halfeye has a good sense of humor- he has to when, well, he took a ram's hoof to the face and now can't open one of his eyes fully. His vision is fine, but his cracked skull left him addled, with a strange sense of what is and isn't funny, when is and isn't appropriate to laugh, and how to act like a cat in general. He's a sweet tom at heart, but those that knew him before his injury- before he dubbed himself 'Halfeye' and started maniacally cackling at anything he could- still see a different cat deep inside of him. He's reckless, rash, and his threadbare sense of impulse control makes him hard to keep up with.

Background: Halfeye was born into the old clan, before it became Gulchclan. He's a dutiful warrior, a great hunter, and a decent friend, but...he's not so great at stealth. Even before his injury, Halfeye tended to run into things, and that's what ended up getting him under the hoof of a raging ram. He was a decent apprentice, but now, with his own, he's struggling to find a way to convey the things that he learned to someone, when he barely paid attention.

Halfeye was one of the first to leave with Lizardstar a few moons ago, trusting his cousin and adopted brother to lead the clan to safety. He asked for the position of Deputy, but Lizardstar refused, stating that he could never choose nepotism over pure skill- and Halfeye only hoped to attain the position through nepotism alone.

Relationships:
Robinstar: Halfeye's mother, and the former leader of the clan before Gulchclan.
Lizardstar: Halfeye's cousin, and adopted older brother. He loves Lizardstar, but disagrees with his leadership.

Other:
(He needs a mate! >:3c feel free to claim it)

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Source-https://www.flickr.com/photos/chrisyarzab/2847360874/in/album-72157601388032397/


"Never one without the other."

Name: Midnight (Nightpaw|Nightclaw|)
Rank: Kittypet/Apprentice
Clan- Gulchclan
Age: 10 moons
Gender: She-cat
Breed: Mixed

Appearance:
An average sized, short-haired black she-cat with hetero-chromatic blue and amber eyes that opposite her brothers. Lean and limber, Midnight is never seen without her sibling, the only one who remained in their litter. She carries herself carefully around so many cats, with silent steps and a lowered tail and ears as she has never been around so many varying personalities and emotions. Her coat is un-scarred and still retains a kitty-pet shine, showing the softer life her and her kin shared before the decision to join the clan.

Personality:
Midnight is a cat who has difficulty understanding emotion, even if she can notice them. Slight detached, she doesn't alway see what might be making a cat angry, or upset, or even happy. Emotion for her is internal, expressed outwardly in the most subtle movements of her body. This makes the young cat appear rather cold to outsiders, her inability to truly empathize making her seem rather unapproachable at times. Despite this however, she is an extremely thoughtful cat, much quicker to use her words than her claws when faced with a problem. Not much of a fighter, her calm and 'big picture' viewing nature is where her strength lies.
While it takes a while for Midnight to open up, once a cat has gained her trust the she-cat is extremely protective, and can grow rather strongly attached. Even if not cat will replace her litter-mate, those who gain her affection will gain a loyal friend for life.

History:
Born to a kitty-pet named Rose, Midnight had a soft and comfortable early life. However as happens to many house cats, her kin were slowly taken from them, one at a time until it was just her and her brother. Because of this, the young cat grew extremely close with Fang, fearing his leaving and fearing the prospect of loneliness. Due to this, when her brother expressed desire to leave their two-leg nest, she was more than willing to follow even if she was uncertain of the unknown outdoors. The pair spent about a month on their own, learning a few skills through trial and error until they stumbles across the dilapidated remains of Gulchclan. While Midnight does not seem to think she needs the clan, her brother wanted to stay and so, she did as well.

Kin-
Brother- Fang
Mother- Kittypet, Rose
Father- Unknown

Relationships
Brother- Inseparable.
Lizardstar- Distrust, she doesn't understand why a cat would let them join, or what caused the clan to be so ragged.

Other- (RP Sample is on Owlgaze's form if that's ok.)

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"Never one without the other."

Name: Fang (Shadowpaw|Shadowfang)
Rank: Kittypet/ Apprentice
Clan- Gulchclan
Age: 10 moons
Gender/Orientation: Tom/Undecided

Appearance:
A lean yet muscular short haired black, hetero-chromatic tom. His eyes are the opposite blue and amber to his sisters. Almost identical to the she-cat he is never seen without, his identifying feature is a missing canine, while the other just peeks out from his muzzle. Fang, unlike his kin carries himself boldly, tail held high and eyes blazing with confidence and challenge. His expression is usually cocky, even at his young and inexperience age. While he is almost always seen with his sister, the tom is more likely than the she-cat to be seen alone.

Personality:
If Midnight was quiet and cold, Fang is expressive and runs hot. The tom isn't afraid to speak his mind, and tends to act rashly, on his first impulse. Not one to overthink, he will be the first to lash out, and use his claws to get his point across. Fang is the cat who runs on his emotions and isn't afraid to show them. Easily excitable, and filled with a faint bloodlust, the tom is eager to learn all the skills he is able, and picks it up quick.
Fang could easily be seen as a cat who has little self control, or desire to learn any, and that would be a true assessment. Yet, it could be played off as youthful energy and a lack of knowledge of the warrior code. Regardless, his skills and ability to learn, especially for being a kittypet, are useful for the clan. If they can turn his loyalty to his sister into loyalty to a clan as a whole, the tom could become a formidable force.

History:
Born to a kitty-pet, Fang was rough playing kit, always eager to fight or prove he was better than the rest of his kin. He was however, much more gentle with the quiet Midnight, feeling a brotherly protection for the she-cat. Sharing his sisters fear of being alone, he came up with the idea to leave the nest, and make their own way in the world.
Even if their first days in the outdoors were difficult, the tom was quick to learn how to hunt, scrounge, or do what it took to eat and stay sheltered. Yet, it was a difficult existence and so when he saw the chance for aid in Gulchclan, he took it. Even if he doesn't understand the idea of a clan, he likes the idea of learning skills and being able to have some protection against the dangerous world around them.

Kin-
Sister- Midnight
Mother- Kittypet, Rose
father- Unknown

Relationships
Sister- Great loyalty and care for her. Inseparable.
Lizardstar- Curiosity, he wants to know how a cat becomes strong enough to command the loyalty of so many.

Other- (On Owlgaze's form.)

- Name
Twitch • Finchwing.

- Age
34 moons (2 years, 10 months) old.

- Breed
Balinese Mix.

- Rank
Trying out for Medicine Cat. Will be adjusted to a warrior if not accepted.

- Gender & Orientation
Cis Male & Gay.

- Appearance
Graceful and lean. Finchwing is a tall young tom with lengthy legs, a slender tail and a slim, lightly muscled build. His pelt is fluffy, glossy and predominately white. Chocolate and ginger mottled fur create points on his paws, ears, muzzle and tail. He has almond shaped, bright blue eyes set in a finely chiseled, wedge-shaped head with large, wide-based ears.

- Personality
A former kittypet and loner with a somewhat unusual trait, given the unfortunate nickname of Twitch after a nervous tick he developed during kithood. He's an absolutely awful fighter and prefers to leave the brutality of war to the larger, stronger cats, but appears to have quite the talent for healing. A pacifist at heart, he will always recommend peace and compromise over violence. As a result of his secluded upbringing he's a bit of a strange tom, but overall is quite friendly and amiable.

He tries his best to fit in and do his job efficiently, aware some of his Clanmates may not yet trust him or believe he deserves his newfound position due to his former status as an outsider. He faces the doubt of others with patience and kindness, determined to prove they have not made a mistake by accepting him. All the same, he will grow nervous around especially aggressive cats, flinching away from a more hostile confrontation as if expecting pain.

- Background
The only kit of a purebred mother and a mixed stray father who happened to carry the colorpoint gene, his siblings died shortly after birth due to their mother not producing enough milk. Finchwing's mother left her home and pampered way of life to run away with her outdoor mate. He promised to care for her while she was nursing, but the demands of fatherhood proved too much for him and he abandoned his family shortly after the kits were born. She slowly starved as she refused to leave her kits. After most of them died thanks to lack of nourishment she reluctantly left Finchwing to find food and never returned.

When she failed to come back to him he wandered from his nest and was luckily found by a loner she-cat who took pity on him. As she had no milk to offer him he had to learn to eat meat earlier than recommended. Eventually the old she-cat died and he was once again alone, struggling to get by with what little knowledge he had been taught. Miraculously he survived, eventually wandering into a Twolegplace. Life was rough for such a fragile young cat, and he was often tormented by the other strays.

He developed a nervous twitch, his head jerking in a quick but otherwise harmless movement every time he grew especially anxious. It does not effect his health nor is it a sign of a mentally unstable cat, but others had a tendancy to find it a tad unnerving. As such he spent most of his younger years in seclusion. He broke his self-imposed solitude after witnessing another cat being mauled by a dog, doing his best to help the dying cat after the malicious canine moved on, but ultimately was unable to save her. It awoke something in him. An inexplicable need to heal and help others.

Few cats in the city knew anything about tending to the sick and wounded, but every now and then he would meet one who knew a thing or two. His greatest teacher came in the from of a ragged old tom named Grayleaf, a cat who came from the wilds, banished from his Clan for reasons he would not speak of. He claimed to have been called a medicine cat, and after much pestering agreed to teach Finchwing all he knew. Eventually Grayleaf's life faded just as his last guardian's had and once more he lived a solo lifestyle.

It was much to his delight when he came across a group of travelling cats fleeing a great sickness, calling themselves a Clan, though they had never heard of Grayleaf. He offered to accompany them and aid them on their journey. This offer was reluctantly accepted and eventually Finchwing showed he knew enough about herbs and tending to the ill or injured to be invited on as Gultchlan's second medicine cat.

- Relationships
Lizardstar • Respected Leader
Finchwing admires him quite a bit, forever grateful for being given the chance to live among the Clan. He views Lizardstar through what some might consider rose-tinted glasses, believing such a noble cat could do no wrong.

Owlgaze • Fellow Medicine Cat
He regards the older tom with utmost respect, hoping someday they will work well together. He is certainly not oblvious to the fact taking on a second medicine cat is a bit unusual by the Clan's customs, especially one that was not born among the Clan, and does his best not to get in his way or overstep his boundaries.

Open.

Other
As he is, technically, a male tortie he is completely sterile.





- Name
Mothkit • Mothpaw • ?

I like surprises so Lizardstar can pick his warrior name.

- Age
9 moons (9 months) old.

- Breed
Scottish Fold Mix.

- Rank
Warrior Apprentice.

- Gender & Orientation
Cis Male & Bisexual.

- Appearance
Mothpaw is a pudgy pale gray tom with oddly folded ears and bright orange eyes. He is very round overall. Round head. Round eyes. Round body. Typical traits of the Scottish Fold, a breed whose qualities are still suspiciously prominent in his bloodline. Full grown he'll be a medium sized cat, stockier than he is tall. As for right now, he comes across a bit plump, certainly more-so than a typical apprentice. Dense bones make him heavier than average and some of his thickness is certainly the result of his skeletal structure. His muzzle is notably short and broad, his nose a darker gray than the rest of his body.

- Personality
For the most part Mothpaw is a very calm and laid-back tom. He holds a rather high opinion of himself and can come across as unintentionally obnoxious as a result. Confident and self-assured, he is under the impression there isn't anything he can't do. This line of thinking is dangerous of course, but as well as being prideful he's also as stubborn as a mule. Changing his mind once it's set on something is not the easiest of tasks. He has a tendency for vanity, spending hours on end grooming his coat to perfection, though he's not reluctant to get it needlessly dirty, being an avid adventurer who often wanders off on his own despite being warned on several occasions not to. He is prone to brief moments of melancholy as he misses his mother quite a bit.

- Background
Mothpaw has known tragedy from an early age. His mother was taken by the greencough plague and her lack of presence took a toll on him, though he hasn't ever allowed it to show, preferring to appear as if he doesn't feel sorrow or grief. He didn't know his father, his mother never keen to speak of him, but had an uncle to watch over him as they journeyed away from their old home. Upon reaching the Gulch he has settled in quite well, eager to continue his training, every day bringing him closer to becoming a warrior that would make Daisyheart proud.

- Relationships
Open. He will of course need a mentor.



- RP Sample
This character is, more or less, the same as Finchwing, just a different name. Snagged this from an older roleplay I was in.

Dainty ginger flecked brown paws left grass behind for stone, and though the texture of this new ground felt harsh against his soft pads exhilaration filled their owner, his bright blue eyes sparkling with triumph. He made it! Nearly a year had been spent searching for this city. Seeking out the deteriorated buildings and grand carvings created from marble that marked the home of the Iliad, the kin of his kin. His mother had spoken of this place and the cats who lived within with such fondness and love Hermes knew he must find it. If she could not return to the land that held her heart he would do it for her. Would they remember her? Would they recognize he resembled her so strongly at times gazing upon his own reflection made him grieve her all over again?

Phoebe. That had been her name whilst she lived among them, though he had only ever know known her as Mother. His wispy tail shuddered with delight and without a moment's hesitation he dashed across the border, breathing in the varied scents of the Iliad cats. It did not cross his mind to wait and request permission to enter from a patrol nor that he might be seen as a threat. He had never met a group of cats so organized nor any that guarded their territory. In the wilds beyond the only thing that was worth fighting over was one's captured prey, water and breeding rights, but land could not be claimed. 'I'm here Mother! Can you see it too?' He wondered as he paused every now and then to investigate an interesting sight or smell. A figure in the distance caught his attention before long and he padded closer, eyes filled with wonder as he gazed upon a statue resembling one of the great Greek gods.