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Name: Barkkit| Barkpaw | BARKPELT

Age: 14 moons (1 year, 2 months)

Breed: Stray mix

Rank: Warrior

Gender & Orientation: Cisgender male, heterosexual

Appearance: A medium-sized young tom with stunning greenish-yellow eyes and dappled fur. Barkpelt's fur was his namesake, the dappled gradient of medium and dark browns giving him more than adequate camouflage for the leafy floor of a forest. He has a cute, semi-rounded face ending in a sweet, pointed chin.

Personality: Saying that Barkpelt is easily startled would be the biggest understatement since "well, guys, looks like we can't go back to our old territory!". Barkpelt is a nervous tom, adjusting to the life of a Warrior out of necessity, rather than out of a bestowed rank that came with his maturity. He isn't immature, and in fact, he's far from it- Barkpelt just tends to deal with his stress by telling nervous jokes, laughing nervously, twitching nervously, fidgeting with his paws nervously, and...well, you get the point. Point, right? Like- like his ears? That one didn't make sense, oh no, he's sorry, he's really sorry, he's really-

Background: Barkpelt was an apprentice when he left his clan behind. He ran, yowling for his mentor, Yellownose, as his fur caught on fire and then was promptly put out by the belching smoke of the twolegs' beasts. He was one of the ones leading up the group as they ran out of the woods, or...what was left of the woods, by the time that they made it there. He kept running, even as his brain told him to go back, to go rescue the kits, to save the elders, to do whatever he could to help. He didn't care that he could see the other cats running with kits in their mouths, letting elders grab onto them and be half-dragged through the woods.

That night still haunts Barkpelt, and to this day- though it wasn't that long ago at all, really, it still feels about a million moons away from him now- he prefers to stay in seclusion, learning how to hunt for snakes by pouncing on twigs outside of his cave.

Relationships:
Yellownose- Barkpelt's mentor. (OPEN FOR ANOTHER PLAYER TO CLAIM!)
Spiderpaw- Barkpelt's Apprentice. He's, uh...he's getting used to her.

Other:
(Feel free to create other characters related to Barkpelt! He has siblings.)

Source:https://pixabay.com/en/cat-pregnant-lucky-cat-1100368/

Name: Ginger | Silent song

Age: 32 Moon's

Breed: Calico

Rank: Queen

Gender & Orientation: Female/ 30% Female 60% Male(Bi-Sexual.)

Appearance: (image above.)

Personality: Silentsong is a very Gentle voiced she cat that is very Intelligent and Caring. She is very motherly and often like's to take matter's into her own hand's during an argument and try to settle thing's with sweet word's she often use's and normally is often very calm most of the time. Her attitude toward's rude or colder cat's is often out going and sarcastic and normally ever take's them seriously and half the time pretend's she is deaf so cat's she doesn't like or Even Hate's will possibly take the message and get away. Silent song Can get defensive and even fight if she feel's cornered, Threatened or provoked in any way or manner. She has a very blunt sense of humor and normally prefer's to tell Storie's instead of making other's laugh, However she has a very good and bright open mind and heart and enjoy's seeing other's Smiling, If other's she know's and accept's are smiling she is smiling as well.

Background: Once a kitty pet born into a twoleg nest She grew with two other sibling's, And her father was Distant living a block away from their current home. Although her mother was living with the two leg's kinda she was previously an abandoned cat brought into the two leg home. Silent song Alway's had a naturally instinct of venturing out on her own and wondering through the wild often even catching some thing's when she was young. Before she joined Valley clan She Once hung around a Tom cat named Eden who the two eventually split up and Eden passing away after being hit by a monster(car.) Soon after a couple moon's before she was expectant she went back to stay with two leg's who cared for her, Eventually she got tired of being spoiled and constantly fed the wrong food she disliked and chose to leave her two leg nest and become a stray cat wandering in the wild, 3 1/2 Moon's later she joined a Clan known as Valley clan and became a queen as she was currently expectant at the time when she decided to join the clan.

Relationships: Hazel(sister/Living with two leg's) Ocalius (Brother/Living with two leg's) Norman (Father/In a shelter.) Dream (Mother/Living with two leg's) Eden (Previous mate/Passed away.) Lostkit/Lostpaw/LostFall (Adopted son.)

RP Sample: (RP Sample from a different rp. As well as the character's.) Aspen Continued to splash around in the water before she stopped and poked her head under the water. It oddly didn't bother her even though she hate's the Ice more then anything else. Banshee smelt another big cat around, and got up just moving closer to her daughter to make sure nothing attack's her. She lay'd back down a couple Meter's away from Aspen. ``Be careful Aspen, Watch where you're going.`` Aspen poked her head out the water and nodded at her mom And continued to splash around playing with her tail and The water it's self. Banshee continued to smell another big cat around, she knew it was still here and decided play time for Aspen was over. ``Let's go, Maybe i can teach you how to hunt now?`` Aspen's Ear's perked up, and she ran out the water and shook some off before sitting in front of her mother. ``Now? oh oh can we hunt one of those big thing's?`` Banshee was familiar she was talking about Elk, But she doesn't normally hunt them anymore since that was the only thing Aspen has ever watched her hunt. ``How about we go find some more Bison? It's kinda dangerous so just stay back>`` Aspen smiled and took the first step walking away from the spring, Banshee turned around looking around before Proceeding to follow her Daughter.

Other She's expecting a small litter. (Let me know if anything is wrong so i can fix her form up if there is. ^^)

Source:https://pixabay.com/en/animals-nature-black-cat-eyes-2939726/

Name: Lostkit | Lostpaw | LostFall

Age: 8 Moon's

Breed: Bombay

Rank: Medicine Apprentice

Gender & Orientation: Tom / Bi-Curious

Appearance(Image above.)

Personality: Lost paw is very Slick and sometimes Teasing. He love's to pull prank's and is very serious when he is trying to concentrate with his teaching's And get's angry with the slightest mistake's he make's in his training. He is Very brave and Love's to play roughly when he get's the chance but often can't handle a nice grooming his foster mother give's him when he isn't training. Lost paw dream's of becoming a very Successful Medicine cat, And is the reason why he take's his Training and Teaching's so seriously. He ignore's rude comment's he get's and has a soft heart for the elder's and even though he is getting too old for storie's He still enjoy's being told some. Lost paw is very Adventurous and Genuine And Love's making friend's with other cat's.

Background: Lost paw was born a loner and Abandoned at a young age. He remember's a she cat with a soft tone picking him up and carrying him back to the then clan he train's at. Although he never knew his real sibling's or parent's and may never know, He is greatful anyway to have such an Amazing clan and Foster mother. Lost paw However has a rather unknown back story not even himself know's due to him knowing he was adopted and possibly born by a loner or born by a rouge, he may never know however.

Relationships Silent Song (Foster Mother.) Storm Tail (Mentor)

Other: N/A

RP sample: Lost paw Trotted through the Valley, the fresh air filled his nostril's, The light wind blowing and Thristling his fur swaying it lightly following the wind. He sniffed the ground in search for herb's He was told to fetch by his Mentor. He glared across the Valley Spotting a Tansy he could gather a long with a few Poppy seed's he saw out in the open. Quickly he sprung up snatching One of the Seed's as sparrow's flew around tempted to eat them, Lost paw then picked the Tansy and Padded back to Camp holding both seed's and the herb tightly in his jaw. His tail flicked and his eye's flickered as his dark coat shimmered through the Sun light, It's bright ray glossing his fur under it's bright light. Once Lost paw reached the clan camp entry he Sped up trotting toward's the med cat den, Giving up the herb's to his mentor bowing his head in respect to other cat's on the way(or view the one above.)

Name:
Cinderkit - Cinderpaw - Cindersky

Age:
41 Moons (3+ Yrs.)

Breed:
Bengal Cat & Domestic Shorthair Mix

Rank:
Warrior

Gender & Orientation:
Male & Bisexual

Appearance:
Cindersky is an average sized tomcat with a lithe body and compact muscle. His legs are lean and help him perform acrobatic feats. Along with regularly sharpening his claws, Cindersky rarely ever retracts them. His pelt is a pale tan, dappled with leopard-like markings due to his Bengal heritage. His irises are a fierce forested green.

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Personality:
+ Possesses brute strength.
+ Bengal fur helps with camouflage.
+ Strategic mind.
- Cares about literally everyone.
- Average to small stature.
- Very untrusting.

Background:
Cindersky had been a clan cat his entire life, his history littered with the struggles that they have endured. He was raised by warrior parents, who had instilled in him a respect for the majority of the warrior code. Even with the Warrior code, survival has always been the first thing on his mind, in the way that self-preservation drives all animals. This doesn't mean that Cindersky has no heart, quite the opposite actually. Cindersky is generally a soft-hearted and gentle tomcat once he becomes acquainted with strangers. He merely fears that his loved ones will meet cruel and painful ends if they cannot fend for themselves. He desperately hopes that his clan will be able to survive within this environment.

Relationships:
Mate- N/A, feel free to develop a crush on him!
Kits- None, could change in the future.
Siblings- OPEN, PM me!
Apprentice- OPEN, PM me!

Other:
He was given the prefix, “Cinder-” for his pelt’s resemblance to the color. His suffix, “-sky,” is in reference to his soaring hopes for the future of this new clan.

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.

Screamingwind



ART BELONGS TO ME

:: Age ::
36 Moons

:: Breed ::
Somali Cat

:: Rank ::
Deputy

:: Gender & Orientation ::
Tom | Homoromantic - Homosexual

:: Appearance ::
Not as tall as others, Screamingwind stands at 9.10 Inches, and weighs around 16 pounds, most of it muscle. He is very broad and lean, with thick legs and neck, a long narrow face as well as narrow calculating eyes. His fur is a ruddy color, and he blends with the Valley fairly well.

:: Personality ::
Very blunt and not afraid to be, Screamingwind doesn’t really fear anything. He is a confident deputy and thinks his thoughts should be heard and considered. He’s a quick and loud talker, voice booming and strong, and a bit intimidating if not for his friendly demeanor. He is always training hard, and encourages others to follow suit, never wanting to be lacking physically as the clans territory calls for it.

He’s willing to put his life on the line for anyone he deems worthy, and teaches this to all the young warriors and kits of ValleyClan. He thinks a bit highly of himself, believing that being leader calls for respect and is no small feat. Making sure everyone is reminded of this when they step out of line.

:: Background ::
Born to a well respected warrior and a bueatiful queen, great things where expected of Screamingkit. Loud and needy as a youngster his mother named him so, this attitude he grew with well into adulthood, and even know has no problem telling others what to do. Though he is good at it, and he himself is well respected amongst the clan.

:: Relationships ::
TBD

:: Theme Song ::
N/A

:: Other ::
He’s very secretive about his sexually.
Though due to all the she-cats he’s turned down, others are suspicious.

Screaming - For his loud and blunt personality
Wind - For his quick thinking, and even quicker reflexes

Sear
{Searbark}


ART BELONGS TO ME

:: Age ::
18 Moons

:: Breed ::
Charcoal Bengal

:: Rank ::
Loner | Warrior

:: Gender & Orientation ::
Tom | Heteroromantic - Asexual

:: Appearance ::
A tall, broad tom cat. Standing at just below 2 feet, and weighing 15 pounds. With a dark coat that appears to have been singed by fire. Faint darker stripes on his shoulders and back, and around his flat forehead. His face is square and snout narrow, with slanted and tired looking eyes. Which are a striking stormy blue, with pinpoint pupils and a guarded serious gaze.

:: Personality ::
Searbark is a very intelligent cat who when he’s out his mind to somthing, doesn’t back down easily. He makes a habit of knowing all he can, and believes strongly that knowledge can save his life. A guarded and serious cat, this is where he’ll get the suffix Bark, as he wears this attitude everywhere he goes. Though hidden beneath his mature and intellectual mask, is a very paranoid and scared cat. He believes anyone can turn against him at anytime, and because of this avoids growing close bonds. He sometimes hears voices telling him lies about someone he knows, and can even see hallucinations, his own mind creating scenarios in his head that aren’t true or might never be.

This causes a battle within his self every day, because he also fears loneliness, and beleives he’ll never escape. Forever stuck being at its mercy. This causes him panick attacks, and makes him an insomniac. Afraid to one day wake up lost and alone. He likes being near others, listening to their conversations, and silently putting out his own thoughts. Though that’s about it, any chance of befriending the strange tom would be entirely on another cats shoulders, as he’d be to afraid to make a move.

:: Background ::
Born to a weak and malnourished shecat, he was the only one of his litter of three to survive. Leaving as soon as he could to live in a forest alone for seven moons. There he developed a sort of paranoid schizophrenia, started hearing voices and imaging things that weren’t really there. Terrier, he ran from the forest until he collapsed in another. That’s when he met a raccoon, who saved him from starvation. The forest he landed in was called “The a Falming Forest”, and he loved there for eight moons before, like it’s name, it caught fire forcing him to flee again from his home. He doesn’t know if the raccoon made it, and was too scared to go find out, afraid of what he might find. He now wanders aimlessly in search of food and a place to rest. Perhaps learning the clan life could change his bad luck.

:: Relationships ::
Raisha | Friend | Deceased
”I wish I went back in there for you.
If you where dead, I could have buried you like you would have done for me...”

TBD

:: Theme Song ::
Exitmusic - The Cold

:: Other ::
Paranoid schizophrenic
Suffers Autophobia

Sear - For his burnt pelt
Bark - For his gaurded, intelligent personality

:: RP sample ::
A young cat, comaflouged by the spray of shadowy treetops against the high sun, a mouth parched and cracked as he searched for water. Steps fell weak and finally, he collapsed against the earth, leaves and dust falling up and around him, shaping his form as he nuzzled his face into the dirt to die. He felt as if he’d only been laying for a second, but as he heard a quick shuffling of paws against the dry leaves and a strange feeling of claws gripping his coat, he jumped upright only to have the setting sun glaring into his eyes. Squinting against the light, he finally adjusted to see an abnormal creature in front of him.

“You’re alive?” The creature asked, her voice was strange to him, almost like he could barely understand her. She was a fat silvery thing with a pointed snout and skinny black legs that reminded him of burnt twigs. Her tail was round and short, with a set of three rings against the dark base, and with beady eyes staring straight into him from beneath the black fur that lined her cheeks and eyes. His voice was lost to him as he gazed upon this strange animal. “I’m sorry, I thought you were a Burned One.” She turned to circle him, giving his belly and legs a quick sniff then moving on to pick at his fur. Jumping away from her he finally found his words.

“Keep your paws away from me, and what do you mean by a ‘Burned One’?” He hissed, Ears falling flat against his skull as he eyed her suspiciously. She titled her head and then let out a fast breath through her tiny nostrils, expressing a sort of grief on her shadowed features. “This forest is known for fires, we call it the flaming forest,” He let her speak, curious about this place he’d stumbled into. “I should of known you weren't from here, your fur is too dark and I’ve never even seen such a thing as yourself.” He could say the same, but thought better to let her finish before making a statement on her appearance.

“After every fire, there are animal bodies that litter the ground. Their fur scorched black, so we call them the Burned Ones.” He nodded, looking down at his own smoky legs. “I thought you were one of them, your coat looked seared from my tree.” He followed her eyes towards the treetop to see a hole in one of the trunks a few feet above them. “So what are you called?” She asked, scooting closer to sniff at him again, and he was too tired and hungry to protest, so didn’t stop her. “I’ve never been called anything but kit by my mother.” She snapped her head to look at him.

“A kit! You don’t look like a raccoon at all!” He snorted at her words, not sure what she meant. “Of course not, I’m a cat!” Tilting her flat head she squint her eyes. “Well, I’m not calling you that,” he narrowed his own silver eyes at her, and opened his mouth to retort, but was quickly quieted. “You’ll be Sear.” Silenced and confused he watched her hunched form as she scurried towards her tree. “But-“

“Shush now and come. You are nearly dead from starvation,” she snapped at the tom. “Come eat, and I will show you what a true raccoon kit looks like.” She spoke proudly, and Just as she said that, a series of strange noises could be heard from her tree, and he found himself following her without thought. He’d come to know the raccoon as Raisha, and her as well as her four kits became his family for the next 8 moons he’d lived in flaming forest.

Name:
Rowan - Rowanpaw - Rowanthroat - Rowanstar

Age:
36 Moons (~3 Yrs.)

Breed:
Black & White Domestic Shorthair Mix

Rank:
Leader

Gender & Orientation:
Female & Heterosexual

Appearance:

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Rowanstar is a medium to large sized she-cat with a stocky frame and slender muscles. Her tail is her most aerodynamic feature, being almost as long as her body. She has a lightly mottled pelt with a mixture of black and white fur. Her stomach is predominantly white, while her back has more black coloration. Her irises are a fierce amber, ranging between a deep cognac and vibrant yellow depending on the lighting.

Personality:
+ Fights smart.
+ Dark fur helps with camouflage.
+ Young, with fresh ideas.
- Young, with very little experience.
- Makes semi-rash and quick choices.
- Cares about everyone, including those not in her Clan.

Background:
Rowanstar had been a clan cat since she was 5 moons old. She’d been the illegitimate child of a kittypet and a rogue, abandoned once she was weaned from milk. The old Clan found her and she continued nursing until her apprenticeship. She blended seamlessly into the Clan, her adopted siblings loving her unconditionally. However, due to her lack of wild blood she became a warrior late, at 21 moons, rather than at 12 moons. She was almost immediately made deputy about 5 moons later by the leader. He saw in her a fire that with the right harnessing could fuel the Clan. If only he knew the irony of that statement now… The previous leader, Silverstar, passed away of a mysteriously harsh greencough he had caught during a gathering. At the age of a mere 26 moons of age. Immediately after returning from the Moon Stone, Rowanstar encountered running cats with pelts of angry fire. She rushed into camp, attempting to save her Clan. She failed, and lost her first life. When the Clan had finally found a new home, she’d already lost three more of her lives. Still, Rowanstar has been leader for only 10 moons, she’s learning and making mistakes along the way. Hopefully, for the best.

Relationships:
Mate- N/A, feel free to develop a crush on her!
Kits- None, could change in the future.
Siblings- OPEN, PM me!
Apprentice- OPEN, PM me!

Other:
She was given the prefix, “Rowan-” for her pelt’s  ability to camouflage into the trees. Her warrior suffix, “-throat,” is in reference to her outspoken personality. In terms of lives, she has only five left. The first was lost to the fires that killed the old clan. The second was lost to a monster (Aka: A Car) that veered off the path. The third was lost to starvation, giving up her food to clanmates as they struggled to find a new home. The fourth was lost to a deep ravine in the new territory. She’d been chased by a twoleg kit and took a tumble harsh enough to break her spine.

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
Rex • Lionpaw • Lionear

- Age
44 moons old (3 years, 8 months) old.

- Breed
Domestic Shorthair.

- Rank
Warrior.

- Gender & Orientation
Cis Male & Pansexual.

- Appearance
Lionear is a slim, cream mackerel tabby tom. An old scar stretches across the bridge of his semi-squared muzzle and his right ear is shredded near the tip. He has a bright orange-pink nose, round emerald green eyes, white whiskers and a floppy left ear due to an infection that caused permanent damage in his youth. Lionear is rather tall with a moderately muscled body type, a lengthy tail and long legs.

- Personality
Lionear is a very laid-back tom with a mostly passive outlook on life. He won’t involve himself in another cat’s business unless it proves necessary and is usually willing to do whatever his Clanmates ask of him, within reason of course. On the outside he may appear to be a very confident, calm and collected cat, but this is little more than a well maintained facade.

His floppy ear is a near constant example of his insecurities, as it was the reason his own kin abandoned him as a kit and is usually the first thing another cat will mention when looking to insult him. He also has an underlying fear that other cats don't really want to be around him and only wish to manipulate him until he is no longer useful. He does realize this probably isn't true, but it's an issue he can't quite shake.

He's fond of kittens, hoping to have another litter before moving to the elder's den, often spending his spare-time around the nursery chatting with the queens and entertaining the kits. Lionear has a compassionate heart, helpful and kind to every cat he meets.

He has a habit of worrying and tends to fuss over Firestorm, fearful of losing her after his son’s demise. Despite his true, less than self-assured demeanor, Lionear is a courageous cat who, much like daughter, would risk his own life to help another feline in need.

- Background
Lionear was born on the streets of the Twolegplace into a large litter of four, but was rescued by a human at a fairly young age and lived with him and another cat for some time. To this day he isn't sure what became of his parents or siblings after he was taken in, but considers this is for the best. His mother was a cruel cat who treated her kits harshly and he never knew his father.

Being the most frail of his litter meant his siblings tended to take their frustrations out on him and his mother never failed to remind him how weak he was. After getting a bad infection in his left ear that caused him so much pain he was constantly shaking his head to try and relieve it his family left him behind to fend for himself.

Lucky for him a kind Twoleg took him in and cared for him. For quite awhile he was content to live with the man and his other cat, an elderly brown tabby named Bella. One day he wandered away from home as Lionear, then simply called Rex, had quite the sense of adventure. He was confronted by Clan cats for trespassing and taken back to camp to speak with their leaders. He ended up staying with the Clan instead of returning home.

As a young adult he started a family with a lovely ginger she-cat named Redstorm. Unfortunately the two had a falling out after the death of their son Foxfur and haven't manage to reconcile despite the fact Lionear still holds undeniable affection for her. While Redstripe was never an intentionally cruel mother she always pushed her kits to their limits.

This line of thinking took a turn for the worst when Firestorm and Foxfur decided to face off with an invading dog that had wandered into the territory on their own, leaving Firestorm permanently scarred both physically and emotionally as well as Foxfur being maimed, dying before his body could even be carried back to camp.

Lionear doesn't blame Redstripe for their son's death unlike his daughter, but has grown wary of her more so as a result of feeling manipulated and taken advantage of by her throughout their relationship, as Redstripe is quite the clever warrior, her silver tongue capable of convincing even the most skeptical of cats to do her bidding.

He believes her ambitions have blinded her, Foxfur’s early demise has hardened her and her thirst for power makes her dangerous. He hasn’t caught sight of her since Redstorm left the Clan, but he hopes she’s well wherever she is.

- Relationships
Redstorm • Former Mate
Though he has fond memories of her their relationship was never what one would call healthy. She was a manipulative cat and Lionear's more passive personality made him easy to take advantage of and push around to her liking.

Firestorm • Daughter
Though she is full grown he is prone to fussing over her. She is the last of his kin and he wants to ensure she doesn't suffer a similar fate to her brother.

Open.





- Name
Firekit • Firepaw • Firestorm.

- Age
17 moons (1 year, 5 months old).

- Breed
Domestic Longhair.

- Rank
Warrior.

- Gender & Orientation
Cis Female & Heterosexual.

- Appearance
Firestorm is a slender, flame colored she-cat with significantly paler underfur and thin, dark orange tabby stripes. She has long legs, a lengthy tail and an overall graceful appearance. Her build is made up of lean muscle, making her both swift (formerly) and strong. Firestorm’s left ear has a small v-shaped notch and her pink nose has been split down the middle by a tooth.

Her entire face appears to be covered in healed over claw and tooth marks and she walks with a slight limp due an injury obtained fighting a dog at a young age. While it does not completely hinder her she is not as fast as she used to be. She has oval shaped, clear dark golden eyes and a distinctive M shape on her forehead. Her whiskers are white and average length. Her ears are tufted, hinting at potential Maine Coon heritage, but she is no larger than the typical Clan-born female and neither of her parents are purebreds.

- Personality
Firestorm is a reserved she-cat with a strong sense of moral justice. She would never turn down another cat in need, even going so far as to put her life at risk for the sake of someone else regardless of the consequences. Despite being more on the silent side Firestorm is loving and amiable to those she holds close to her heart, but generally avoids becoming overly familiar with anyone outside of her own family, having a rather small social circle as a result. This isn't to say she is unfriendly however. Firestorm is a responsible warrior who takes her Clan duties very seriously and can work with her Clanmates just fine.

She isn't entirely against closer relationships, it just may take some time to gain her trust enough for her to consider you a friend. It's often hard to tell exactly what she's thinking as she masks her emotions well and isn't easy to read. Prone to holding grudges against those who do her wrong, she can prove a deadly enemy. Moons of harsh training under her mother Redstorm’s tutelage has hardened her, and though she has not lost her compassion, her temper is often a short fuse that’s hard to control once lit. ​Should any cat get on her bad side it will take time and genuine remorse on their part to gain back her favor and forgiveness. ​

- Background
Life started out fairly normal for Firestorm. She was born into a small litter alongside her brother Foxfur to first time parents Lionear and Redstorm. Their father was gentle and kindly, but Redstorm demanded much from her kits. She wanted them to become the best warriors their Clan had ever seen. This was all fine and dandy when it just related to training, though she often challenged them to sparring sessions against herself to improve their skills and could prove rough with them. Things took a turn for the worst when a dog was set loose in the territory and the young siblings set out on the false assumption they could handle it on their own, encouraged by their foolhardy young mother who accompanied them.

The incident left Foxfur dead, but Firestorm injured with a split nose, ripped ear and a badly bitten hind leg. Inconsolable and torn apart by grief, Firestorm blamed her mother for her brother's demise. Their relationship continued to sour over the next few moons as Firestorm began noticing just now narcissistic and manipulative her mother could be for perhaps the first time in her life. The drift between them increased with time, eventually beyond repair. The first thing Firestorm did as the Clan searched for a new home after escaping the fire was chase Redstorm away, believing her a danger to everyone she knew.

Under the cover of night she pursued Redstorm across territory borders with the threat that if she ever stepped paw near the Clan again she would be met with with little mercy. As far as the Clan knows Redstorm left of her own free will, unaware her own daughter ordered her to leave forever. Thus far Redstorm appears to be taking her daughter’s warning seriously, but Firestorm can’t help feeling she hasn’t seen the last of her.

- Relationships
Lionear • Father
While she understands he means well she feels he is overprotective and has begun distancing herself from him.

Redstorm • Mother
Needless to say, she considers her foe over family. Should they meet again it won't be pretty.

Open.

Other
As I'm sure you can tell I'm incapable of not writing a dramatic backstory. Please forgive.



RP Sample
Snagged from another old roleplay.

Dawn light filtered into the warriors den, waking the slumbering tigress as it flashed across her closed eyelids. Coppery orbs peeked open sluggishly as a tired yawn stretched her jaws and she rolled onto her paws, leaving her nest behind to prepare for the day ahead. As she exited the den she paused just outside the entrance, stretching out each stiff limb before moving toward the prey pile. Her tired gaze flickered over Redtooth grooming his paws as she passed and she nodded to him in greeting before choosing the reminder of a monkey carcass.

Padding near the edge of the clearing, Firestorm settled on her belly and waited with crossed paws for Lightpaw and Darkpaw to appear from the apprentice’s den. Not a scrap of meat was taken from the carcass, as it had been selected solely to feed her children. Firestorm never took for herself without providing first and would not have a single morsel until she brought something back to replace it, but she held no such restrictions for her cubs, and StarClan help any tiger who attempted to deny them their right to feed.

Her thoughts drifted to her offspring's father and she pondered whether he might regret his abandonment, leaving her to raise their cubs on her own before they were even born while he followed his dreams of life as a loner. She would never understand what had motivated Flamefoot to leave, but she convinced herself she didn’t miss him.