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NAME
Timberstar
Timber as in a Timber Wolf as well as a fallen log, storm for his color and temper. He now has -star attached for his rank.

AGE
45 Moons

RANK
Chief

GENDER
Tom

DESCRIPTION
Timberstar is a large ruddy brown tom with deep brown eyes. His fur is around medium length, but incredibly thick, an undercoat making it even bushier than it would be otherwise. His undercoat is an off-white color, running up his face in a mask and down his throat and belly, before bushing out along his undertail and around his legs. He is not a young cat, but not exactly elderly either. Exceptionally fit and threatening, Timberstar has scars littered across his pelt from his time as a guard. The most prominent of these include a long rip across his shoulder blades and down one shoulder, a thin but long slice next to his eye, nicked ears, and three short but distinct scars vertical above his upper lip. He has disturbingly long claws, and these are jagged and nicked from use. Despite these advantages, Timberstar has a hard time getting around the forest. His pelt is longer, and catches on the berry bushes going in and out of camp. His scars, particularly the one across his shoulder, come with ligament and muscle damage. This makes it hard for him to go for extended periods of time, though he can still be lethal in short fights.

PERSONALITY
Timberstar is a very loud, and outspoken tom. He learned, from the time he was young, that he was worth something... more. Prideful and egotistical, Timberstar is often condescending and rather sharp tongued. He's hard headed and set in his ways, too old to change or learn. He is exceptionally intimidating, and largely silent, oftentimes opting to stare threateningly or use actions rather than using words. In times of stress, Timberstar is liable to snap, often taking matters into his own paws and doing what he thinks would be most profitable for him. He is exceptionally self centered, though he cares a lot for his Chieftess and his chosen guards. Other cats, however, are just collateral. To him, the ends justify the means. He is exceptionally paranoid about the rogue and loner situation, and is one of the more vigorous encouragers of the rules around 'kill at sight'. When needed, Timberstar can apply to himself a guise of the loving, caring leader, and that is the vision most cats have of him.

HISTORY
Timberstar is the son of the last chieftain pair. He was born in spring, the only son from his mother's litter. His natural strength and ability to pretend were apparent from the start, and his father, the Chief, began grooming him for the position. As an apprentice, Timberstar killed his first rogue when he was 7 moons old, much earlier than most. This is a source of pride to him, even to this day. He earned himself many scars as he grey, travelling from warrior to guard by the time he was 20 moons old. The scars on his face were dealt by Juno, one of the most frustrating reappearing rogues. He harbors a deep hatred towards her. At 30 moons old, his parents had both passed away and he and his mate took the role of Chief and Chieftess together. Since then his life has been easy, though his old injuries leave him aching sometimes.

RELATIONSHIPS
TO BE UPDATED

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Timberstar | Chief | 45 Moons | Tom | Camp | Open


The ends justify the means
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NAME
Turtledove
Turtle for her mottled pelt, dove for her beauty and grace

AGE
24 Moons

RANK
Warrior

GENDER
Mollie

DESCRIPTION
Turtledove is a striking mollie, young and strong. At 25 moons, she is fully grown, weighing in at only around 8 pounds. Thin and streamlined, her tail is exceptionally long, the fur hanging off it in a brilliant plume. The best comparison to her breed wise would be a Turkish Angora, as she carries the same lush fur around her tail, legs, and cheeks. Her body is small, but very muscular, unyielding and strong. She is a very fast runner, and in battle she is as fierce and quick as a snake. Her pelt is a patchy mess of off white and chocolate brown. The brown is mottled with a light, smooth cream color, pale and striking against the darker background. On her tail and face, you can also find strips and patches of a more vibrant orange color, blended in among the cream and brown. She is considered a chocolate tortoiseshell with white. Her eyes are the most striking thing about her, a deep blue green around her pupil, lightening to a pale greenish yellow at the furthest point around her iris. Her leathers are a soft coral pink. She, like most, carries her fair share of scarring, though most are small and not noticeable.

PERSONALITY
Turtledove is a fearsome she-cat, as unyielding and headstrong as it gets. She is reactionary and trigger happy, the type of cat to attack first and ask questions later. She is commanding. When times are tough, she inspires courage and trust with her confident nature. She’s a hard cat to get along with, very opinionated and outspoken. She isn’t afraid to let others know what she thinks, and that can be a problem at times. She often accidentally insults others by simply speaking without waiting to think it through. Despite this, she is a very loyal cat. She may say some things, and make mistakes when it comes to when to leap into battle, but she is truly dedicated to her clan and its members. Those she calls her friends are the most truly loved cats in the clan, somewhere underneath that fiery exterior. Turtledove puts her loyalty before her pride at all times, and when it comes time to make or break a situation, she listens to what she needs to, or commands to the best of her abilities. She may challenge those she trusts from time to time, but it is always for the reason of protecting the clan. Above all else, Turtledove is judgmental. If you do not belong to her clan's blood, or are at all tainted by Turnclaw blood, she is the first to ruthlessly taunt and harrow you.

HISTORY
Turtledove was born into PineClan during a particularly low kit year. As such, she was given special attention, both from her parents and the rest of the clan. From the time she could walk, Turtlekit was trying to pounce on things. With the help of some of the older apprentices, who liked her sharp attitude, she very quickly learned the basics of how to be a cat. By the time she was apprenticed, Turtlepaw was a very able individual. She killed her first rogue when she was eight and a half moons old. Turtlepaw's father was the first of her kin to die, perishing when she was 10 moons old to one of the rogues at the border. Her mother followed not long after, and from then on Turtlepaw fought with a new passion, her once anxious paws turning deadly. Her mercy left her, and now a multitude of lives lay on her claws.

RELATIONSHIPS
TO BE UPDATED

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Turtledove | Warrior | 25 Moons | Mollie | Camp | Open


Mercy is for those who cannot win their own battles
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Name
Mottledkit | Mottledpaw | Mottledfur | Mottledstar

Age
40 moons

Rank
Chieftess, Milkgiver - Nursing

Gender
Female


Description
Mottledstar is a small tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow-green eyes. She has medium-length fur that she grooms every day to keep soft and shiny, and rid any debris from the forest floor. She has a mainly black, dark brown fur color with orange markings, notably above her eyes, on the side of the bridge of her nose, the right side of her mouth, specks on her feet, and very closely mixed together with the darker fur over her flanks, underbelly, and tail. Despite her best attempts at keeping her looks pristine, serving her time as a warrior has given her her fair share of scars, mainly smaller ones along her sides and shoulders, the most prominent being one directly on her nose and going up the bridge of her nose. Her light colored eyes are almost always squinting with disdain, and it would seem she always had a resting bitch face.

Personality
Mottledstar is a headstrong, stubborn and independant feline who is very vocal about her opinions. She does everything with purpose and is a very confident cat. Mottledfur can be snarky at times, often sarcastic and rude, and is very aggressive both verbally and physically when provoked. She can often act out, but tries to keep it under control due to her role to the clan. She is deadly loyal and obedient, a reliable hard worker and strong leader.
She gives thorough thought before giving out orders, thinking for the survival of the clan as a whole, even if it might cost a few lives. She spares no mercy to whatever creature lie in her wake, to be on the opposing side of the chieftess is certain death. She isn't very cuddly and struggles with being kind, but she has a soft spot for her mate and children, and a few select cats that happen to get close. She respects her fellow clanmates regardless of class, but makes it known that she is their superior, and is to be respected.
Mottledstar is an agile feline, her small size aiding her in her gentle steps, and her dark coat blending easily into the forest floor. She is a skilled hunter and a fierce warrior, determined to protect her clan to the best of her abilities.

History
Mottledfur was born to a small calico female named Rosethorn and a strong black tom named Stormpelt. She was born smaller than others, which worried her mother, but grew to be just as strong as her father, though still staying on the smaller side. Shadowpelt was pretty distant, showing his affection for his family in small, but meaningful ways. Rosethorn adored her youngest and only daughter, teaching her everything she could ever wonder about Pineclan from a very young age. It was Rosethorn who ingrained into the young cat's head that the clan was everything, and to doubt the Chief or Chieftess' motives was worse than death. Shadowpelt taught her how to live up to the clan rules and code, that these things were the most important things in her life. Mottledstar learned to squish her fears and doubts, and give faith to the system of the clan. She believes that everything done to protect the clan is right, and anyone that dishonors the code should be punished. 
When she was an apprentice, she showed great skill and determination, killing her first rogue at just 8 and half moons old. Taking her first life changed Mottledstar, creating the hard and snappy exterior that she had today. She didnt like it in the beginning, finding murder something to dread. It wasn't until her parents were killed by a rogue attack that she grew to be more willing to take an outsiders life, longing to revenge her parents.
It wasn't long after the death of her parents that she gave birth to her third and newest litter, one that would bring her even more grief. Four kits were born, but three died shortly after their first breath. The oldest and most strongest survived, a tiny black kitten she named Stormkit, in honor of her deceased mother. She is violently protective over her youngest son, so much death in her family so recently causing her to have extra paranoia over the kitten.

Relationships
Rosethorn - calico female with brown eyes - Mother - Deceased
Stormpelt - black male with greenish yellow eyes - Father - Deceased
Timberstar - ruddy brown male with white undercoat - Mate - Living (played by Razz)
Sandclaw - brown tabby female with white undercoat - Daughter - Living (NPC)
Lionpelt - dark orange tabby male with white undercoat - Son - Living (NPC)
Rowanfeather - dark brown and orange tortoiseshell female - Daughter - Living (NPC)
Blacktooth - brown male with white undercoat - Son - Living (NPC)
Tigerblaze - brown tabby male - Son - Deceased
Jaypaw - black male with white undercoat - Son - Deceased
Stormkit - black male - Son - NPC (currently)

Post header: Mottledstar | Chieftess | Nursing Milkgiver | 40 Moons | She-Cat | Nursery | Open | 

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Source-https://www.flickr.com/photos/stockerre/5680524127


"I can at least be a useful tool."

Name: Frostheart
Rank: Warrior, Turnclaw Kin
Clan- Pineclan
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Frostheart is a nearly all white she-cat with a single brown ear and sharp blue eyes. Her coat is a medium length, with rather long fur around her neck and tail. Built on the more agile side, Frostheart is lean over muscle, and speed over brute strength. Scars adorn her pelt, which is often marred in dirt and blood. One such runs the length of her left hind leg from the spine down, causing the she-cat occasional twinges and soreness when overworked. Another runs along her neck, though is often hidden by the thicker fur there. Smaller scars are across the rest of her form, a testament to her hard work, and the hard life she lives.
When carrying herself, Frostheart still remains a flicker of pride, and is not above carrying herself proudly when she accomplishes a task, even if her eyes remain rather cold and empty. Otherwise, she keeps to herself, not necessarily working quietly but not going out of her way to be approachable.

Personality:
Stubborn, and determined are the two best words to describe Frostheart. With a bloodline that has been tainted by Turnclaws, she finds herself needing to work extra to get even a sliver of the same appreciation as any other feline. Yet, despite the unjust nature of it all, each claw swipe and mocking word only seems to drive the warrior to greater lengths to prove her value to the clan. It is not uncommon to see her working her paws to bleeding, or taking the last share of prey just to get on another warriors good side.
Yet with each day, her gaze grows more empty of emotion, her actions robotic, as if she no longer thinks but only acts. Occasionally a small glint of frustration may find its way into her icy glare, but it grows fewer and further between. She does not seem to understand what a gentle paw is, nor sincere words. She does not trust a single word a cat may speak, and does not realize that there can be true goodness within a cat. To her, the world is merely action and reaction.
Despite everything, Frostheart is still strongly devoted to her clan, the idea that one day they'll realize her purity and devotion to the family. Even still, she cannot stop the flickers of emotion that try to break through the mask she has so carefully crafted, and as much as she tells herself she believes one thing, there is a small voice inside that may often, disagree.

History:
Frostheart was born one of two survivors in a litter, to a family who had always been rather devoted to the clan ways. She worked diligently as an apprentice, and trusted the leader and clan to give her a fulfilling life. Yet, days after she received her warrior name, Frostheart overheard her father speaking of leaving, of how the rogues had ideals that were far more worthy, more noble than Pineclan. Angered by her kins treachery, she reported them to the chief, thinking it would leave her out of things, and prove she was for Pineclan first and foremost.
Her father, knowing he had been found fled, escaping into the forest. As was the law, one had to die in his place. Frostheart survived only because her brother was made the sacrifice, though in that instant her life shattered. For despite her loyalty, her blood carried Turnclaw blood. Despite all she had accomplished and done, she was tainted.
In the moons that passed, her vitality and vigor was chipped away to leave the rather shell of a cat that remains.

Kin- Deceased, Nor does she speak of them.

Important Relationships
OPEN!

Fernpaw- Once, Frostheart felt for the young cat, seeing something of herself within her apprentice. Yet, she doesn't want to risk her status showing open concern for her, and this avoidance had made her grow rather cold by proxy.
Icefang- He ocassional gives her a look that makes her wonder if she did something to upset the tom, though she would never risk outwardly asking such a thing. Once may have found her fellow warrior a friend, but has since avoided such interactions.
Timberstar- All she wants to do is earn the trust and respect of the Chief, but with each strike down, and mistake finds it harder to keep going, though she has yet to slow in her quest to prove her worth to the tom.
Dawnpaw Confusion and distrust ever since the dream incident.

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


"The world is much bigger than it seems."

Name: Adderfang
Rank: Elder/NPC ish
Clan- Pineclan
Age: 71 moons (~6 years)
Gender: Tom

Appearance:
Adderfang is a grizzled old tom, with a dark tabby coat and golden eyes. His jaw is slightly crooked, and a scar has left one of his eyes slightly useless. A job ending injury to his back side has left him with a permanent twisted leg and a limp, and a stump of a tail. Scars lace his haunches, as a testament to the ferocity of the attack he survived. Long fangs just peak out from his closed jaws, and his head always seems tilted and off center. Despite his rather scarred and grizzled appearance however, the tom carries himself with a dignity and pride that few cats have obtained within the clan. His eyes still glitter with intelligence, and he is often seen still working to the best of his ability, even so far as hunting on the fringes of the camp when the weather is nice.

Personality:
Adderfang is as proud as they come, with his years of experience something few cats can claim. A cat who has spend his life dedicated to the ways of Pineclan, Adderfang has had his own share of brutality, having killed without batting an eye, both Turnclaws and rogues. To him, everything was in the line of duty and was just part of the job.
Despite being a stubborn, and rather forward tom, he never was a cat who vied for power, preferring to follow than to lead. He has always supported those in power, and respected the ways of the clan for his many years of service. Now, having been an elder for a few moons, Adderfang has had more time to think, to watch and observe rather than act. with this new time on his paws, he has started to realize just how odd the clan can be, his mind spending more time wondering why they were so set in their ways, and why brutality needed to be the only solution to their problems. This tends to cause conflict within his tom, for he never doubted his actions, or those of his leaders in his many moons as a warrior. Even still, he can see a tension within the clan and has started to think just maybe, there could be a different way to things,

History:
Adderfang's life has been one of survival since birth. The only kit to survive his litter, the first apprentice in his year to kill an attacking rogue, and a warrior who seemed to always find the lucky break in a situation that kept his pelt clean and his life intact. His years were spent as a dedicated warrior, born to a dedicated family. Many thought he would be a natural guard, but the tom showed little interest in the position, finding his paws more suited for warrior work. He was always a particularly deep thinker, always coming up with new and clever ideas for ambushing, fighting, or other such activities. While still a follower of clan ideas it never seemed to quench his creativity for things. He spent many an occasion fighting rogues, receiving scars and scarring a few pelts of his own. Yet, it wasn't until he was nearing his 65th moon when his years of working for the clan took its toll, and when a pack of rogues ambushed him, the tom just barely escaped with his life. He recognized one as Eros, which has given him a rather vindictive nature towards the particular tabby.
Due to his injuries, and his long standing work within the clan Timberstar granted him the status of Elder, and for the past 5 moons Adderfang has been healing, and observing, though the sedentary life still seems difficult for the new elder to accept.

Kin- OPEN!

Important Relationships
WIP/Open

Source-https://www.maxpixel.net/Cats-Eyes-Domestic-Cat-Breed-Cat-Maine-Coon-1396661


"By tooth and claw is the only way to live."

Name: Jaggedclaw
Rank: Warrior
Clan- Pineclan
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat

Appearance:
A dark gray and cream she-cat with glaring green eyes, long fur and a muscular build.
It is hard to miss Jaggedclaw in a crowd. From her well built structure, long dark gray and cream sprinkled coat, and flashing eyes, she is the peak of what Pineclan warriors can be. At least, in her opinion. While not overly stocky, under her long coat ripples muscles designed to fight. Unusually long claws adorn heavy paws, and a dangerous swagger and glint in her eyes makes her a cat one would not want to challenge.
She carries herself with pride, plumy tail held high, always announcing her arrival to an area. Her eyes constantly look down upon those below her, whether by age or station, a curl often on her muzzle with a distasteful expression that could cause even a bold warrior to falter.
Like many she is scarred, but her long coat hides many of the small mars; the only truly noticeable ones, a set of jagged scars running down the left side of the back of her neck.

Personality:
Jaggedclaw demands attention when she enters an area, when she speaks she expects others to listen, and when she gives a task, there is little room for error in those assigned. A firm believer of Pineclan ideals, she lives by the concept of the strong surviving, of purity and the strength of blood. She is a watch dog, a preying beast, always on the alert for the first sign of trouble or hints of treachery. This dedication, has given Jaggedclaw a fierce reputation, as the she-cat is not afraid to prove her strength and piety to her clan-mates, one way or another.
Yet, despite her seeming love of commanding others when given the chance, she is fiercely devoted herself, working tirelessly to please her Chief and Chieftess; asthe only cats who do not get looked down upon by the intimidating she-cat are those stationed above her, as she is a firm believer in positions. She knows that they can learn, and improve upon those that came before them, making Pineclan stronger than ever. Though this does not necessarily stop the occasional snide comment.
Jaggedclaw almost never shows weakness, nor softness even to those who have earned her loyalty, and admiration. She does not seem to understand the concept of love, or affection and were a cat to try and get cozy with the she-cat, they may find themselves with more claws than they bargained for. She has known little softness in her life as Pineclan is not the cuddly sort, and one cannot miss what they have never had.
Proud, and willful she would seem the perfect candidate for a cat who would try and usurp those above her for power, if not for her obsessive devotion.

History:
Born during a low kit year, to a single other sibling, Jaggedclaw was at first, not thought to make it along with other, deceased siblings, a small rather quiet thing during the early part of her kittenhood. Yet, as the kit moons went by it was clear that Jaggedclaw was not going to stay small, and that her kin's blood ran strongly within her veins.
As an apprentice, she was fiercely competitive, always wanting to be the first one to accomplish a goal, and while this led to her apprenticeship being half led by the young cat herself, (despite the aid from many of the other warriors she and Turtledove had at the time.) It also made for her to put herself in risky, and even deadly situations. Yet, she showed little fear, her eyes always on one thing; their leaders, awaiting approval and praise.
When Turtledove killed her first rogue, Jaggedclaw would not be outdone, killing her own at their next encounter. Her competitive nature always increased by her kin. At their parents deaths at the hands of the rogues, it accentuated the utter distaste Jaggedclaw has for such cats, and only increased her desire to see them removed from the forest for good.


Kin-
Turtledove Sister


Important Relationships

Turtledove Despite the competitive nature the pair share, turtledove is the only cat Jaggedclaw has ever been seen showing any sort of softness too, even if only in the briefest of flashes. She has extreme loyalty to her kin, even if she does not say it aloud.

Timber and Mottledstar Utter devotion. She would fight to the death for her leaders, for they are the ones who will bring them purpose.

Turnclaws (Frostheart, Fernpaw) She is the first to claw them for their mistakes, and seems to go above and beyond putting them in their rightful place. Their blood is tainted blood.

Name: Icekit, Icepaw, [Icefang]

Age: 21 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Gender: Tom

Description
Icefang is a light gray tom with very long thick fur and a left front white sock. His eyes are clear light blue, like a streams, dotted with specs of silver. Icefang has a scar over his left eye that he received in a battle with a very strong roge, this makes it look like he is always scowling. He also has numerous scars all over his body and is missing some fur on his tail.

Personality
The tom always has a cool demeanor, ever since he was young he has not let anyone get to close. He might be interested in love one day, but for now he would rather follow commands and not look for a she-cat. He is very loyal to the clan and will tare any rouge or turclaw apart.

History
Icefang was born in a litter of four, but he never knew his second sister because she died shortly after their birth. Growing up he was very close with his sister, but just after they became apprentices Goldpaw was killed. It was their own father, the warrior was extremely loyal to the clan, but he was also very paranoid and in his paranoia he believed his daughter was a Turnclaw. The warrior killed the she-kit in cold blood, but was not punished for it. Icefang and Foxsplash could never forgive their father and after their mother died, from an illness, Icepaw and Foxpaw could not take it any more and killed their father. The apprentices, lead the warrior into the forest and made his death look like an accident. Afterwards they were made warriors, Timberstar gave him the name Icefang in honor of his father and his brother the name Foxsplash in honor of their dead born sister. The brothers dare not protest and feared that the leader knew the truth, but nobody ever said anything, just like when Goldpaw died.

Relationships
Crush:
OPEN
Family:
Mother - Blueflame - Grayish-Blue She-Cat with white paws and yellow eyes - Dead
Father - Shadowfang - Dark ginger tom with halve a tail, many scars, and blue eyes - Dead
Sister - Splashkit - Dark gray she-kit with green eyes - Stillborn
Sister - Goldpaw - Ginger she-cat with blue eyes - Dead
Brother - Foxsplash - Dark ginger tom with bright blue eyes - Alive - {NPC}
Great Grandfather - Adderfang - Old, grizzled brown tabby with a bobbed tail, intense scarring, and yellow eyes - Alive - {Peachie}
Friends: OPEN
Other: N/A
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Name: [Hawkkit], Hawkpaw, Hawkfeather

Age: Newborn

Rank: Kit

Gender: Tom

Description
Hawkkit is a dark tabby kit with long legs and a light brown underbelly. Even though he is a kit, Hawkkit has broad shoulders like his mother. The toms paws are also quite large and seem disproportional to the rest of his body, all four of his paws have white socks on them. Hawkkits right eye is dark blue and his left eye is dark green, like his mothers.

Personality
Hawkkit always loves to tease his siblings and dreams of one day becoming a great warrior. The tom is loyal to the clan, he only wish is to become the best warrior.

History
Just born.

Kin
Mother - Shadowstorm - Pitch black mollie with green eyes - Alive - {Dysfunctional Wolf}
Father - Stagheart - Muddy brown and russet tom with blue eyes - Dead
Sister - Dustkit - Light brown she-kit with black points and dark green eyes - Alive - {Dysfunctional Wolf}
Sister - Coonkit - Black she-kit with dark green eyes and russet patches - Stillborn
Brother - Firekit - Golden tom-kit with green eyes - Alive - {NPC}
Brother - Reedkit - Light brown/golden tom-kit with bluish-green eyes - Alive - {Crowned Insanity}
Brother - Duskkit - Russet tom-kit with dark green eyes - Stillborn

Relationships
Shadowstorm - He loves his mother and wishes to protect her.
Dustkit - He really likes bouncing on his sister.
Firekit - He is very close to his brother.
Reedkit- He enjoys tussling with his brother, but mostly loses.
Coonkit - He does not remember his sister.
Duskkit - He does not remember his brother

Name: SilverKit [SilverPaw] SilverMoon


Age: 8 Moons


Rank: Warrior Apprentice


Gender: Male


Description: SilverPaw


Personality:
~Kind
~Stubbornly
~Loving
~Hyper
~Loyal


History: SilverPaw was born in a litter of 4 1 sister And 2 other brothers, Soon 3 moons past and both of his brothers and his sister got really sick, and soon half a moon past and they all died. SilverPaw loves to talk but on the insdie he thinks about his family ever night and day that passes without them.
Relationships:
Crush: PM ME
Sister-Deceased-HollyPaw
Brother-Deceased-StormPaw
Brother-Alive-Former name: TunderPaw modern name: Stumpy


Other:
source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Egyptian_Mau_Kitten.jpg

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Sagekit | Sagepaw | Sagestep
sage for his pelt coloring, step for his agility

Age
24 moons (2 years)

Rank
Warrior

Gender
Male

Description
Sagestep is just above average in size, standing at around eleven inches tall and weighing a solid thirteen pounds. However, his coat length is a bit abnormal, though, as he sports a long, thick coat of charcoal gray. His long fur makes it difficult to travel freely in the forest, as it often snags on low-hanging branches and bushes when he walks. The tom’s underbelly is white, which sticks out from his dark topcoat. His eyes are a light green color like the leaves that come in after blossoms leave after newleaf.

Personality
Proud of his clan and its heritage, Sagestep is willing to give his life to his clan. He can sometimes be harsh and cold to peers but softens up after some time. He enjoys venturing out into the forest often but finds it difficult to do so with low-hanging branches and natural debris snagging on his pelt. Despite his tough personality, the tom has a soft spot for kits and can often be found checking in on the queens in the nursery and bringing food to them.

History
0-6 moons
Born to average warriors, the first moons of Sagekit’s life were spent quietly, shielded from the clan’s harsh nature.

Kin and Other Relationships

Immediate Kin
[Kestreltooth] — [Father] — [Alive/NPC]
Grey tabby tom with amber eyes

[Maplestorm] — [Mother] — [Alive/NPC]
Red and white she-cat with green eyes

[Brokenstride] — [Litter Brother] — [Alive/NPC]
Black tom with amber eyes and a heavy limp

[Tallbrook] — [Litter Sister] — [Alive/NPC]
Tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

Non-blood Relationships
None, PM!

Other
Nothing worth mentioning.

Created with Neikoish's maker and shared with permission

If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed - Sylvia Plath

:|: Name :|:
Poppynose

Poppy- for her black and orange fur
-nose for her tracking skills

:|: Age :|:
34 Moons


:|: Rank :|:
Shaman


:|: Gender :|:
Molly


:|: Description :|:
A calico molly with mostly black fur, narrow features, and sharp green eyes.

Poppynose is a mostly black calico, with small splotches of orange throughout her pelt and a white chest and chin. Her fur is short and sleek, showing off what little muscle she has. Scars are far less common on her pelt, as she has seen little fighting, though one long scar parts the fur on her throat from her time as an apprentice. Her face is long and narrow, with larger ears and long whiskers. She has strong senses, especially scent, which comes in handy for tracking some of the herbs that lie on the outskirts of the territory. 


:|: Personality :|:

Sharp tongued / Stable / Secretive / Sterile

As a shaman in a clan constantly fighting a never-ending battle, Poppynose is extremely good at her job. Moons of practice have allowed her to hone her skills, making her level-headed even in the most extreme cases of injury. Though adept, she is she works with little feeling towards her patients, coming off as almost robotic. Pineclan’s lifestyle means that she has learned time and time again that saving cats is not always an option, causing her to lose much of her emotion towards those injured. If she doesn’t get attached, their untimely deaths will make less of an impact. Her attitude towards the other higher ups is nothing but respectful, as it is to other cats. No one is above another when it comes to treatment, though she is sure to see to the chief, chieftess, and guards first if faced with multiple cats with equal injury, though whether it is out of respect or fear is unknown. Her general personality is almost bland - the incessant responsibility of her position degrading her to merely a servant of the clan that is easily disregarded. She speaks softly, if at all, often using just gestures to convey her thoughts. Rarely, if something manages to rile her up, she will snap, lashing out at anyone foolish enough to get too close. Overall, Poppynose has forgotten her own personality, her hopes and dreams, but perhaps the right cat can get her to open up a bit more. Milkgivers and kits remain as her only soft spot - perhaps a longing for a life she would never have.

:|: History:|:

Poppynose was born to two loyal Pineclan warriors that brought her up to under the three codes of the clan. She never thought any different, simply knowing this life to be it. As a kit, she play fought with her siblings and was eager to defend her territory. Apprenticed to a warrior, she began her training to defend her clan and learned to kill without thought. She was an excellent hunter, her sharp nose allowing her to sniff out prey on even the dampest terrain, but she lacked fighting skill. Her first experience with the rogues was when she was an apprentice for a little over two moons, on a patrol of the border. Her father and mentor were both part of the patrol as well. It was bloody and brutal, as all battles were, but it shocked the young molly. She watched as her father snapped the neck of a rogue, its cries for mercy ignored. It made eye contact her as it died, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away as she watched the same look of death she’d seen in prey overcome the cat. Distracted, she didn’t see the rogue launching himself at her, and she fell defenseless at his claws. Showing the same mercy her father did, the rogue immediately ripped at her throat. Her mentor came to her rescue, shoving the cat off of her and chasing him as he fled. She never saw the rogue again.

Forced to spend a few days in the medicine den because of the wound, she began to pick up on the names of herbs and their uses. Seeing that she was talented, the current shaman began to teach her, much to her current mentor’s dismay. After the two fought in the center of camp, Poppypaw rushed forward, defending the shaman and saying she wished to train as a shaman apprentice instead. The warrior curled his lip and turned away - he never spoke to her again.

Poppypaw trained diligently under the shaman, proving to be a quick learner with steady paws and a clear head. She tried desperately to save every cat that came into the den, often staying up long after her mentor had given up and gone to sleep. Death after death numbed the young cat, and she began giving up too. After some time, she earned her full name: Poppynose, in honor of her sharp sense of smell.

Now, she serves as the shaman of her clan, constantly busy with healing and gathering. She does not speak much and does not have many friends, keeping to herself for the most part. The higher ups respect her, for the most part, and she respects them. Always a listener, she has heard the inklings of distrust amongst the clan. She still believes that the clan runs the way it does for a reason, but speaks none of it. Those who speak against the clan, she is careful to keep an eye on, but she isn’t a reporter. What her clanmates believe secretly is none of her concern - and if that makes her a Turnclaw, so be it. The old feeling of trying to protect every cat from unnecessary harm still lies, albeit buried deep, within her. She has slight stirring feelings of her own, though her stoic demeanor gives nothing away and she will defend her clan and its leadership vehemently. 


:|: Relationships :|: 

To be developed

:|: Other :|:
- Poppynose is infertile - even if she wanted to disobey the code and have kits, she wouldn’t be able to.
- The scar on her neck aches when rain or cold is approaching.
- Her stoic personality sets most cats on edge.
- Has a soft spot for milkgivers and kits - these are the only cats that she will start and carry a conversation with, besides meetings with the higher ups.

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Poppynose | Shaman | Molly | 34 Moons | Location: | Mentions:

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Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception. - Niccolo Machiavelli

:|: Name :|:
Rooktalon

Rook- for his black and white fur
-talon for his long claws and fighting ability

:|: Age :|:
45 Moons


:|: Rank :|:
Guard | Timberstar’s Chosen


:|: Gender :|:
Tom


:|: Description :|:
A lithe black and white tom with long claws and sharp green eyes.

Rooktalon is a handsome tom, with sharp, angular features. His fur is on the shorter side, giving him some advantage over clanmates when the warmer weather comes. His pelt is shiny and black, with white covering his paws, underbelly, tail tip, and a blaze on his face. Underneath lies hardened muscle, evidence of his training in the clan as a warrior. Scars litter his pelt, particularly large ones across his shoulder and along his right side. His claws are eerily long and deadly sharp, still extending a bit even when sheathed. Sharp green eyes see all and reveal nothing, making many of the cats around him uncomfortable.

:|: Personality :|:
Deceptive / Charismatic / Analytical

If the other guards are bad cop, Rooktalon is the good cop. He prefers to gather his information by pretending to be friends, having learned that cats let more slip to those they trust. He can often be found gossiping with milkgivers and elders, as he knows they are the eyes and ears of the camp. As eloquent in words as his stature, he is often found in a mediator position of arguments, as most regard him as a good neutral and trust his decision-making skills. Despite having an outwardly friendly appearance, Rooktalon is not to be underestimated. Learning from Timberstar’s training, the cats of Pineclan are nestmates but also relatively disposable. Relationships with him are few and far between, but he proves strong loyalty to the chief and his dear friend. Having seen his share of battle, Rooktalon is an experienced and deadly fighter. He does not particularly go out of his way to start fights, but is always sure to finish them.

:|: History :|:

Rooktalon was born shortly after Timberstar to another queen. The two, being the only kits of their respective litters, quickly became close friends. Rookkit’s mother was largely absent from his life, only in the nest for feedings and at night, and his father was killed before he was kitted. Soon after he was able to eat meat, his mother was slain on a border patrol, further hardening his resolve to eliminate any and all rogues he came across. While Timberstar was being groomed to be chief, Rooktalon was right beside him, picking up tips and tricks on how to rule a clan with an iron paw. His first kill happened around 8 moons, making him younger than most, but with his friend still beating him. The two figured out early on that they made a good team, with Rookpaw the brains and Timberpaw the brawn. Together, they trained and fought harder, encouraging each other to work harder and longer. As Timberstorm rose in ranks, Rooktalon was right beside him. Once Timberstar was named chief, it was clear who one of his chosen would be. Rooktalon took the position with grace, operating as Timberstar’s friendlier informant.

Of course, being groomed from such a young age, Rooktalon adheres strictly to the code of Pineclan, not tolerating any inkling of Turnclaw idealism. He will strike down those with differing opinions instantly and ruthlessly, as he believes that any deviation from the strict laws of the clan weakens them. Without their code, they are no better than Juno’s band of rogues.

:|: Relationships :|:

Timberstar | Friend
His closest friend, Rooktalon cares deeply for the Chief and will defend him with his life if necessary.

Lichenflower | Mother | Deceased
He has little memory of his mother and little feeling towards her.

Birchclaw | Father | Deceased
He never met his father.

:|: Other :|:
Will add if I think of things

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Rooktalon | Guard | 45 Moons | Location: | Mentions:

❝War does not determine who is right, only who is left.❞
- Bertrand Russell


Name:
Shadekit / Shadepaw / Shadewing
|Shade for her pelt as well as her sneaky actions - Wing for her agility|

Age:
9 Months

Rank:
Apprentice

Gender:
Female

Description:
Shadepaw is a light, but smokey gray bengal with dazzling onyx bandings and rosette marks scattered along her body. Her tail is strongly banded, only separated by the inch-thick length of smokey gray; these bands also mark her legs, losing intensity as they reach her paws. The crown of her head is marked by the vertical strips of onyx, along with hints of soft brown hidden beneath a thick cloud of gray. Her nose is marked pink and black with a scar down the middle from her running her mouth; several other scars mark her body, small and mostly hidden. Her eyes, sharp and predatory, are a compelling shade of piercing blue, rimmed in gold. Her body, though still developing, possesses lean muscles and stealthy origins.

Personality:
Brutal | Witty | Observant | Sneaky | Roguish | Risk - Taker | Irreverent
Shade has always been a strange cat, seeming to be brutal from the start. Her brutality spans from her young desire to please. She is a risk-taker and the devil’s cleaver - she has always been a weapon to utilize. She is also quite nosy and observant, easily gaining access to things better “swept under the rug”. She will always do what is needed to survive, and for her survival only. Sometimes, though, her desperate need for survival is trumped by her mouth - sharp-tongued, wild and irreverent. Alas, there is room for development, if only the right cats get their hands on her first.

History: [be sure to elaborate here about their ideals. Are they with or against PineClan's ideas?]
Her history, albeit short-lived, holds much about her. Although her parents were ‘loving’ in the ideal sense, they followed PineClan until their deaths, as they had been taught. Shadepaw, having to live now as an orphan of sorts, started to harbor strong feelings of distrust towards everyone, the Clan in general. Especially those higher in rank than the common rabble, which she would rather describe as annoyances rather than an actual threat. Despite her distrusting nature, she still follows PineClan, though not as blindly as some of her clanmates. She knows, to a point, what she has to do to stay alive - keep her head down, keep herself in the shadows, and follow orders to a deadly, merciless point.

Relationships:
Romantic: (Open)
Friendship: (Open)
Family:
Mother - Gingersplash {Deceased}
Father - Blackmist {Deceased}
Acquaintances: Dawnpaw, (OPEN)
Enemies/Disliked: Juno [Rogue NPC], (OPEN)

Other:
- She loves, loves, loves learning. Anything, in fact, from herbs, to battle moves and tactics, to just normal facts. Her mother had been the same way, and she has continued to learn to keep that part of her mother’s memory alive. She also has strange things with the rogues and loners. She heard how they climbed the looming pines and has been itching to learn since.

-She shows great potential in fighting, and is quite mediocre in hunting, but manages.

Shadepaw | Apprentice | 9 Moons | She-Cat | Location | Open

“Curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back.”

Name:
Dawnkit / Dawnpaw / Dawnbreeze

Age:
9 Moons

Rank:
Apprentice

Gender:
Female

Description:
A she-cat with a cream base, pale blue eyes and a prominent pink nose against her dark face.

Dawnpaw is a small snowshoe she-cat with a cream base and slightly darker cream colors on her back leading to her tail. Her tail is a walnut brown at the base and leads to a dark brown almost black color at the tip. She has some more walnut brown markings on her ankles and paws, mostly scattered spots. Her face, chin, and outer ear are also a dark brown, making her light pink nose very prominent on her dark face. There is a birthmark on her neck, which appears to be in the shape of a distorted leaf. it is a darker shade of the cream, contrasting the almost white cream surrounding the mark. She has pale blue eyes and a scar on her left hip from a fox scare in her early kit-hood.

Personality:
Calm / Appreciative / Excitable / Quick Learner / Naive / Forgetful / Scatterbrained / Obnoxious

Dawnpaw has a calm nature, taking a few moments every day to observe her surroundings and sit in silence. Though she is young, she has learned that the forest is one of the best homes she can inhabit. She is appreciative of the quiet tweets she hears in the morning and the chirping of crickets she hears at night. Her favorite season is summer because of this. She nearly jumps out of her skin when she hears the first sounds of the approaching summer, showing that she is a very excitable cat. She is a quick learner and seems to be doing especially well in her hunting, and looks like she is going to be a promising warrior. Despite these things, she is a little naive, forgetful, scatterbrained, and obnoxious, given to her by her fellow apprentices when they are trying to sleep and she is rustling her bedding and trying to find a good position to drift off in. Dawnpaw likes talking with the elders and hearing stories of how the clan used to be when they were apprentices and warriors. She also enjoys watching bugs crawl around camp, another sign of her obsession with summer and everything brought with it.

History:
Dawnpaw doesn’t really know what happened to her parents. She remembers the clan saying something about their death, but she always knew that wasn’t true. She thinks they ran away. She isn’t sure why but they never seemed to be the clan type. Even from a young age she could sense this, but she has never brought it up to anyone. She has lived her life in the clan, but hated the hostility the clan is known by. She hopes she doesn’t stand true to the stigma of killing her first cat before becoming a warrior. The thought makes her shudder. For now she follows the clan rules for the most part, but she still questions some of the clans actions.
Dawnpaw has a scar on her left hip, which she got from a fox incident. She was following a hunting patrol, without permission of course, when a fox jumped onto her and began lashing its claws into her hip. She let out a yelp and one of the cats noticed and saved her life, scolding her as they carried her back to the nursery. And thus her need for dangerous exploration began.

Relationships:
Romantic: Open
Friends: Swallowpelt (Elder), (Grand)father figure: Adderfang, Twignose
Kin: Parents-Unknown, thought dead by clan. Grandmother-Twignose
Acquaintances: Most of the clan, knows Shadepaw a little better than the rest of the clan
Enemies: Open

Other:
Dawnpaw likes solitude occasionally and will respect you if you let her have her moments of peace. She may invite some people to enjoy nature with her if they grow close enough, but she will always need her space.

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”The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people, but because the silence of good people.”

Name:
Twigkit / Twigpaw / Twignose

Age:
99 Moons (8.25 Years)

Rank:
Elder, former warrior and queen

Gender:
Female, She-cat

Description:
Twignose has a hickory brown base, and quite the fluffy appearance, which shows her norwegian roots. She has peanut brown mixing with the hickory around her face, her reddish nose and daffodil yellow eyes bleeding nicely with the shades of brown. The peanut color continues to her outer ear and cheeks. She has cream chest fur, which carry down to the front of her legs and underbelly. Her legs resemble that of a tabby’s, cream with darker spots and stripes accompanying it. Her back is a mix of hickory brown and cream, her tail the same. Her tail is quite a strange length, being considerably longer than most cats. The old cat’s fur is matted in areas quite consistently, considering the length of it. This also attracts ticks to her, so she is treated for ticks quite often as well. Her scars show learning experiences, so there are quite a few. She has a very noticeable one on her nose which came from saving Dawnpaw from being killed by a fox when she disobediently followed a patrol out of camp. Her next scars are located on her underbelly, upper back, tail base, left ear, hind left leg and her chin, all from fights with rogues or predators trying to get into camp.

Personality:

Short Temper / Odd / Unforgiving / Open-Minded / Grump / Stubborn / Kit-Lover / Nosy

Twignose is known for her short temper and love of naps. The elder, though newly so, has already claimed the record of longest nap in the elder’s den. She was quite adventurous from her kit-hood through her warrior stages, so now is her time to rest. Despite her short temper, the elder has a weird buzz about her that makes her entertaining to be around, but there are no promises she won’t snap at you. She is full of stories and is quite good at telling them, but is a little on the odd side. The former warrior is generous and is quite keen on cuddling. The she-cat can be unforgiving, a bit of a grump and open-minded. She is less likely to hate on turnclaw kin because of that reason alone, and is more likely to defend cats when she thinks it is needed than stay silent. Along with this, Twignose is stubborn, kit-loving and a bit nosy, which gets on a lot of the cats nerves. Her interest in snakes is also quite alarming, because that is the only reason she ever leaves the camp. To look for snakes. Not to kill them, just to observe how they slither along the pine-needle covered ground, up trees and onto thin branches, all the while releasing a soft hiss from their fang-ridden mouths. Another strange thing about her is her constant kneading. Anytime she stops walking and even in her sleep, she kneads the ground, and the air if she is sleeping.

History:
Twignose was born into the clan along with a her sister, Patchfern, who also still lives in the clan. She was born in the glory days of the clan, when everyone got along and the clan was run smoothly by the chief and chieftess. She was, and still is, very loyal to the clan, though she has a few second thoughts on the current leaders. She looked up to the past leaders as heroes, but not so much the current. She still respects them because they are kin to the past leaders, but she does question a few of their choices. The she-cat believes that leaving the clan now would be pointless, considering her old age. Her own son, Sagefeather, died in a patrol after he and his mate had their daughter, Dawnpaw. She was quite upset by this, her and her son had been very close, and felt the need to spend a lot of time with her granddaughter and tell her stories of her parents. Doing this made the kit, and now apprentice, grow fond of her parents. When Sagefeather was just an apprentice, Fallowstep was born. Twignose wasn’t quite sure what drew her to the kit, other than her being a kit-lover of course, but this particular kit seemed quite chipper and peculiar. She visited the nursery quite often and grew close to the youngster, and helped raise her, considering the neglect she received from her mother, and the death of her father. Twignose loves taking care of kits, especially the ones who didn’t receive the kit-hood they deserved. She believes that having a friend in the elder’s den will help the kit dearly throughout their kit-hood and apprenticeship, since they are mostly tending to the elders.

Relationships:
Romantic: Open
Kin: Patchfern, a mostly black cat with patches of brown along her face, legs and underbelly. She has a bit of white on her tail as well.(Sister), Dawnpaw, granddaughter.
Friends: Swallowpelt(NPC), Patchfern(NPC), Dawnpaw, Fallowstep.
Acquaintances: Twignose is well acquainted with most of the clan, so she will most likely recognize most, they are just not her close friends.

Other:
Twignose is very protective of anyone she has grown close to and will defend them with all she has.

Twignose | Elder | 99 Moons | She-cat | Location | Mentions

• Art Credit •
Bought/adopted from Maple-Heart and used with permission.

• Name •
Bramblekit | Bramblepaw | Bramblebreeze.

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

• Gender •
Male.

• Orientation •
Pansexual & Grayromantic.

• Rank •
Guard.

• Physical Description •
Bramblebreeze is a fairly large tom, broad shouldered and towering over the majority of his Clanmates. Whether or not this is an advantage might depend on who you ask. His rich brown coat is thick, not overly long yet not quite short either; low maintenance, but with a tendency to catch on brambles. Wide chocolate colored stripes swirl across his pelt in a classic tabby pattern. His muzzle, toes, and chest are a lighter shade of brown than the rest of his body. His body is littered in scars of various depth and length, most found scattered across his face and sides, both ears marred by clawmarks.

Bramblebreeze’s tail is long and bushy. The thickest fur on his body can be found wreathing his neck, creating a notable ruff. His large, oval shaped eyes are a piercing amber while his ears are of moderate length and round out near the tips, a subtle tuft found at the end of each. His large size and muscular build suggest he may have Maine Coon blood hidden in his heritage. If one were to think about it in fact, his maternal grandmother never did reveal the father of her first litter. Perhaps a handsome stranger, or perhaps not.

• Personality •
A cat firm in nature without an ounce of humor. Or so everyone assumes. In reality he has his own brand of comedy, but it's usually so dry and deadpan most wouldn't be able to tell. While he might lack a conventaniel sense of fun, his patience is nearly boundless. Even if one should manage to get on this stoic tom’s nerves he rarely yells or expresses aggression, his displeasure showing itself in the form of a scowl and a clipped tone instead.

Overall many of his Clanmates likely consider Bramblebreeze quite dull if not a bit intimidating. He performs his duties silently and efficiently, rarely engaging in small talk or friendly conversation. His build and size can prove daunting, his quiet nature and unreadable gaze only further adding to the notion this cat could be deadly if he pleased. While exceptionally strong with a sharp bite and powerful blows, his heavy limbs do slow him down considerably. It’s clear he was built for brute strength over speed or stealth.

Despite the impression his appearance might give, a fairly intellectual cat hides beneath the surface. As he often keeps his thoughts and opinions to himself it might be a surprise to those who don’t know him well that there is more going on in his mind than fighting or training. In truth Bramblebreeze does not believe in PineClan’s brutal lifestyle despite his own less than pleasant past encounters with rogues and close friendship with Timberstar and Brindlestar, his loyalty to Clan and kin as well as his high position keeping him obedient. Bramblebreeze can sense change on the horizon however, and understands eventually a choice must be made on his part. Perhaps the hardest decision he will ever have to make.

• Backstory •
The first few moons of Bramblebreeze’s life were tumultuous and scarring. He was born one of three, the largest and strongest of the litter. His father was rough with him and his siblings much to the despair of their mother, who despite disagreeing with his cruel methods never intervened. Another queen was the one to put an end to it after he lashed out at one of her own brood, informing Timberstar’s father that perhaps Acornfang ought not to allowed around kits. Bramblekit became what his mother couldn’t, a reassuring figure and comforter for his traumatized sisters.

His troubles were not yet over unfortunately. At just over seven moons old he was confronted by a small band of rogues eager for revenge after a number of their group were killed by the Clan for purposefully trespassing and stealing prey. His mentor was ruthlessly murdered in the ambush and Bramblepaw taken prisoner. The kidnapping didn’t end in their favor. He returned to PineClan’s camp with a torn muzzle, shredded ears and large patches of fur ripped from the skin, but otherwise triumphant, having managed to both outsmart and kill more than one of his tormentors while the others fled.

This moment seemed to carve out his future for him, leaving many impressed by the feat. He earned his warrior name earlier than most, eventually making his way through the ranks and earning his place as a guard. He is seen as little more than a war machine by even his own kin, his mother basking in his success, eager to reap the benefits of birthing a high ranked son. Few would suspect such a fearsome, devoted tom may have doubts, or thoughts one might consider an act of treason.

• Relationships •
Kin
[ Acornfang | Father | Deceased ]
Though loyal to his superiors he was notably unhinged and unsafe around younger cats. Acornfang was executed after an incident that left a three day old kit dead, with strong evidence suggesting his guilt. Though his abuse of his own offspring had been noticed, no one thought such a dedicated warrior capable of murdering a member of his own Clan. The crime was considered unforgivable and he was dealt with accordingly.

[ Rabbitheart | Mother | Open ]
She lacks courage, but was never purposefully neglectful to her children, fearing their father to the point of being unable to protect them from him and at a loss for how to handle the aftermath of his abuse. She treats her daughters fondly, but seems to think of her son as more of a source of glory than an individual.

Open for two sisters. Names and personalities can be up to whoever adopts them. Otherwise they’ll just be random npcs as will his mother.

Friends
TBD.

Romantic
Open, requires development through roleplay, though crushes are fine.

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• Image Credit •
Flickr / more dinosaur.

• Name •
Cloverkit | Cloverpaw | Cloverfrost.

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

• Gender •
Female.

• Orientation •
Heteroflexible.

• Physical Description •
A medium sized cat with a limber build and overall long body. Her fur is short and luxuriously soft, predominately white and marbled with sepia colored stripes. Her almond shaped eyes are a sharp shade of blue, standing out against her pale face. Lithe muscle ripples beneath her pelt and it’s clear she is a natural athlete with long legs, a lengthy tail and a frame built for speed over brawn. As with most warriors various battle scars can be found knicking her ears and scattered across her sides.

• Personality •
Cloverfrost is both confident and self-assured, always composed and sensible. While her temperament can be a bit chilly at times, especially around cats she isn't fond of, this is a warrior who generally means well and wants to do right by her Clan. Stubborn and strong-willed, once she has her mind set on something there isn't much that can be done to change it. Her attitude softens considerably around kits and Cloverfrost often spends her free time entertaining the Clan's youngsters even if she doesn't have much interest in becoming a mother herself at the moment. The life of a warrior is far more exciting, though she still respects the Clan's queens. One of her strongest flaws is not knowing when to quit, and she can at times prove a bit mean spirited and obnoxious toward anyone she feels has betrayed her trust or seeks to challenge her. She can prove vicious and territorial toward outsiders, viewing rogues and loners poorly.

• Backstory •
Cloverfrost is a PineClan warrior through and through, her kin members of the Clan for generations upon generations. Beyond her impressive lineage there isn't much about this girl that could be considered unusual. She was born into a litter of four, but her mother Snowcloud was rather sickly throughout her pregnancy and the majority of her litter were quite weak, dying shortly after birth. Cloverkit was miraculously feisty and strong from the moment she entered the world. A ray of light in her parents' grief.

She became an apprentice and later a warrior in record time, and, other than the death of her siblings, her small family hasn't seen much in the way of personal tragedy thus far. Seven moons ago her parents had their second litter and both kits survived, now thriving and and growing as promising apprentices. Snowcloud and Rockfang eagerly await the day their oldest daughter finds a mate and has her own offspring, but as of now Cloverfrost isn't in any hurry.

• Relationships •
Kin
[ Snowcloud & Rockfang | Parents | Open ]
Both are loving and devoted parents. She still shares a strong bond with them.

[ Frostpaw & Oakpaw | Younger Siblings | Open ]
She’s quite proud of them, often bragging about what great apprentices they are and making time to spend with them when not on duty.

Friends
Open.

Romantic
Open. Crushes are fine, but a serious relationship will need to develop through roleplay.