Name:
BlackKit~ BlackPaw~BlackSnow

Age:
20 moon

Gender:
Male

Sexual orientation:
Bisexual

Clan:
BreezeClan

Rank:
Deputy

Full appearance:
BlackSnow

Personality:
BlackSnow is very kind and will help any cat in need, he may seem very strict at times but he really is just a very soft sweet cat that never really shows his feelings. Blacksnow has always thought he was better than every cat in everything, so you may see him trying to out do a cat in something even if he fails he will just keep doing until he has done it correctly. Last but not least, he is good at keeping his calm and making sure everyone is in order but he always know that he needs to make sure to respect the leader of course.

Backstory:
BlackKit
BlackKit was a very energy filled kit who would always think he was better then every other kit in everything they did. As BlacKKit got some size on him he started noticing a certain male kit named ‘ IceKit’ BlackKit grew up never able to tell him his feeling for him, but soon one day he showed the male what he really felt about him and they became good friends. BlackKit was always aming for the best and one day he hoped that he could become leader and rule his own clan.

BlackPaw
As BlackKit grew in BlackPaw he felt his love for his good friend now IcePaw grow more a small he alwasy did everything together like brothers, but then out of sudden he felt like he need to become more to himself to get to him goal of becoming a a great leader. He trained harder but was alwasy in more pain then other but he felt like Pain was my gain not those underachieving kits! as he started to get into this mindset he grew slowly apart from IcePaw.

Warrior: BlackSnow
Soon BlackPaw was named BlackSnow for his tricolored pelt, as he was named this his slowly less claw friend was named IceFang for his white and light blue color, he was was walking to the food pile when iceFnag tryied to tell him about that he really did have feeling for him but niw it was too late to bring the old BlackSnow back. BlackSnow hissed at him and told him about his goal to become the leader of his clan and to make them better them underachieving wimps But IceFang distanced himself from BlackSnow. Soon BlackSnow had his own apprentice named ‘ cloudPaw’ And he trained him to be the best he could but CloudPaw was just doing like the rest of his clanmates, not doing the best.

Deputy: BlackSnow
Soon he was made a Duputy apon the death of a very old, very wise Duputy named ForestClaw. BalckSnow took his job seriously more than any other cat, but as he grew up he began to notice that it is not as fun being at the top and alone so he decided to rekindle he friendShip with IceFang. And from this day on he has learned that you can still be the best cat you can be but it’s no fun when your alone.

Leader:


Kin
Mother~DoveWing~Deceased
Father~ RainDust~Deceased

Romantic relationships
PM ME!

Theme song:
Beliver~Imagine Dragons

Roleplay example: (for high ranking positions)
SilverPaw licked his chops an he padded back out of the dirt den and smiled as he felt the soft breeze of the air on his sliver fur, as he looked around the camp he tilted his head as he saw a bunch of cats leaving the camp. SilverPaw ran to the exit as he spotted DawnPaw with FallowStep, so he ran up to her and glanced at all the cats as he said “ I-I just HAD to be making dirt when they callled out a patrol!” He said mummering to the apprentice.

SilverPaw raced to the border, his eyes glanced as he saw green trees and undergrowth pass by him in a blue, his eyes back against his head as his silver paws ran on the leaves. As he raced through the forest dodging trees but soon he saw a huge fallen tree right in front of him but he couldn’t upswept a way around so he bundled his muscles and jumped over it his hind leg claw scratching it but he skidded to a stop panting as he stood smiling at himself. As SilverPaw stood proud if himself he opened his eyes as he remembered what someone’s had told him ‘ there is a patrol with your Mentor there, go help him.’ So he turned back turning his ears trying to hear some noise until he heard caterwaul near a borderland so he raced over but as he stopped he saw IceFang hit his head to a rock so he ran up to him looking around as he looked ar him mentor and said “ IceFang!”

SilverPaw growled at the rogue before looking up at his mentor and nooded as he said “ ok!” He jumped up and down at the thought of sinking his claws into a warriors throat, so he growled as he circled the warrior flexing his claws as he cound see other cats in his outsider vision but he hadn’t his bright amber eyes locked with the rogues. As he jumped on the to, he swiped on his nose and turned to get a scratch on his shoulder, but before he could try a killing move he had learned he fell back as he heard what he guessed was the leader tell them to retreat.

SilverPaw smiled as he watched the wimps run back, he let out a howl of victory as he bounded back over to IceFang and said “ did you see me! Did you see me...!” He paused for a moment to catch his breathe then said “ i was about to do what you said but that kit knew she didn’t have a single chance!” He mewed but as he turned around he saw the rest the of them jet out of them but then saw a Body laying motionless as he said in a hushed voice “ what do we do with him?” He asked as he flexe his claws into feet he soft grass his ears still ringing.
Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:George,_a_perfect_example_of_a_tuxedo_cat.jpg

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Heronwing | Warrior | 14 Moons | Female Norwegian Forest Cat Mix | Location | Mentions

Name |
Heron / Heronpaw / Heronwing
|Heron for her calm disposition and appearance - Wing for being free-spirited and agile|

Age | 14 Moons

Gender | Female

Sexual Orientation | Demiromantic Bisexual

Clan | BrookClan

Rank | Warrior

Full Appearance | Heronwing is a cat of grace, sporting long legs and a nimble body that is lined with lean muscle. She has semi-long, sleek gray and white mackerel tabby fur. She has slightly larger ears, suggesting oriental heritage. Her ears have soft, curled tufts at the ends of them and a rather fluffy chest. Her face is a dark charcoal shade with few white strips along her cheeks, and one distinct white blotch above her black and pink nose. Her eyes are a rich olive hue with more gray-based colors hidden within.

Personality | Heronwing is a quiet individual, always hanging back and biting her tongue. She had always been this way, even after being glued to a more extroverted cat. She is mostly one to observe and study, though sometimes, she is seen letting go of social worries. She holds a calmness about her that seeps into the air around her, despite her being quick to anger. She is also quick to act, a ‘act first, question later’ type. She’s one to take the lead in times of strife before shoving herself into the background once more. She’s curious and adventurous as well, lured across territories by a strong sense of wanderlust. She can be rather humorous if you give her the chance, and it is often times dry-humor that she possesses. She can also be very, very pessimistic but more often than not, it’s for humor.

Background |
Heronwing was originally born as Heron and to a rogue female named Doe along the outskirts of the city in one of the marshy areas. Doe was, by all forms of the word, abrasive. She didn’t coddle her young one, she didn’t shower her in love and reassurance that ”you can be the greatest”. The world was tattooed with the word survive, and only survive. And as Heron grew, she knew that to be true, as reminders of it marked her body.
Her mom left early, before she fully knew how to hunt. Heron learned instead by trial and error, and by watching other rogues around the area. Here, she found Crickettail, and things got better. They learned all they could from each other before they found the Clan. They were introduced during their apprentice moons, and Heron thrived from there.

Kin |
Father - Unknown
Mother - Doe (Rogue)

Relationships |
Crickettail - Friends
(Open)

Romantic Relations |
None, past or present.

Theme Song | Walking The Wire - Imagine Dragons

Extras |
Heronwing fights intelligently - using her surroundings, her speed, and other knowledge to her advantage. She knows how to climb trees, how to swim (and how to hold her breath for long periods), which have aided her in many skirmishes and escapes.
She also knows how to set traps, thanks to Crickettail.

RP Sample |
Heronwing stared intently into the darkness that settled around her like a veil. She took slow, deep breaths and tucked herself closer to the trunk of the tree she was hiding behind. Her stealth had greatly improved since her late night ventures into the night. So much that she had achieved a spectacular closeness with a timid hare. Said hare poked through the brush, unaware of her presence. After nearly an hour of stalking, she was growing hungry.With a tight-lipped smile, she slowly lowered towards the ground, paws soft upon the heavily laden moss rocks. She positioned herself carefully, giving the hare the choice of either her claws, or the thicket. With a veiled smile, she finished her hunt with poised ease before sinking onto her haunches to satisfy her angry stomach.

↞ Name: ↠
Cricketkit /Cricketpaw / Crickettail

↞ Age: ↠
15 Moons

↞ Gender: ↠
Female, she/her

↞ Sexual Orientation: ↠
Pansexual

↞ Clan: ↠
Brookclan

↞ Rank: ↠
Warrior

↞ Full Appearance: ↠
Crickettail has a clean white base with large spots of cloud-storm gray along her back, slicked back by their damp environment. The top of her head is completely gray, ears included, and the center of her forehead to her nose has a streak of gray, along with her chin and jaw. She has sage-green eyes and a black nose and paw-pads. Her legs are completely white, except for a few spots on her hind thighs. Her tail is stubbed and is the same cloud-storm gray as her spots. The she-cat has a birthmark on her back left paw-pad, where about half of it is strangely pink. The scars marking Crickettail’s body fall mostly on her thighs, but she has a few scattered along her shoulders as well.

↞ Personality: ↠

Extrovert / Noisy / Relentless Fighter / Cunning / Klutz / Bossy / Overly Sensitive / Awkward

This particular she-cat is very extroverted, excited and willing to know every cat in the clan by name and fit it to their personalities. She is known to be noisy, hence her cricket prefix, but knows when to shut her mouth when it is desperately needed. Crickettail is a relentless fighter and will defend her clan with all she has, since they took her in and gave her a home, and she is eternally grateful of them. She is light on her paws and cunning, which helps her immensely in fights. One second she is nowhere to be seen or heard, next she has led you into a trap. The she-cat is still learning of course, and can be a bit of a klutz, having no tail to help her balance. Thankfully though, she has learned how to maneuver without a tail, but she is still caught off guard by falling out of low branches. Crickettail is bossy, sometimes annoyingly so, but she will demand cats to do something if she believe it is for the good of the clan. If it is something casual, she will be somewhat polite about it, but if it is in dire situations, she will take no questions and will simply demand something be done. She is very good at listening to instruction, which leads her to thinking quickly then instructing the cats around her. She is overly sensitive when confronted with things surrounding her life before meeting Heronwing. She remembers having quite a difficult time and therefore chooses to remove it from her memory. Lastly, Crickettail is flirtatious. By flirtatious I mean if she likes someone, she has enough confidence to flirt with them, keeping in mind the worst thing that could happen was getting rejected, which is not the end of the world. Sometimes this ends in a few awkward moments, and thus she is an awkward flirt.

↞ Backstory: ↠
Cricket was born in the city, and quickly learned she did not enjoy it. At a surprisingly young age, she snuck away to the outskirts, which consisted of marshes. For the first few months living here, she struggled, and had to go into the city to fish food out of the trashcans. Her family still lived here and asked her to come back, but she refused but would visit them every so often. Living alone taught her a lot of things, one being how to hunt and defend herself without help of others, which in turn taught her to never depend on anyone else. The she-cat learned to hunt for fish, toads, frogs and anything she could get her paws on. She also taught herself how to climb trees, which shows where a lot of her scars are from. Falling was her reality in the beginning, and she now has quite a few scars from just that. Eventually she learned how to stay balanced in trees, for the most part, which made hunting squirrels and birds much easier, but also dangerous. Of course she also had to defend the small territory, if you could call it that, from other cats and any other animals that wanted to take what was not their’s. This is when she learned how to make traps. She started with the simple leaf-covered hole, which wasn’t very successful other than with turtles, because they could not climb out, but turtles were no threat to her anyway. She got a few meals out of this though. She then moved onto more elaborate traps, one being a trip-wire of sorts which when someone stumbled upon it would get a hard smack to the face or chest, depending on their height, by a tree branch. This was done using spider silk, a low branch, a moveable rock and a log, creating her main source of defense for keeping predators away from her little corner of heaven.
One day, a cat came upon the trip-wire, and instead of stumbling on it, they noticed it and stepped over it. When Cricket woke up, there was a tall cat towering over her sleeping body. She let out a yelp, jumping back and unsheathing her claws before noticing the cat did not intend to hurt her...yet. The cat was known by the name of Heron, and slowly Cricket began to enjoy the other cat’s company. They would hunt together, Cricket taught her how to use traps, and they trained together. And thus, a friendship blossomed.
The two joined Brookclan at the same time, Cricket was about ¾ of the way through her apprentice stage and had to learn quickly, which she was thankfully good at. She became a warrior about 3 moons ago, earning the suffix of her name, tail, and is now working to serve and protect the clan that took her in.

↞ Relationships: ↠
Kin: Family lives in city, unaware of their current state
Friends: Heronwing, more can be added
Romantic Relationships: None so far, open

↞ Theme Song: ↠
To be added

↞ Extras: ↠
Crickettail has a stubbed tail

↞ RP Sample: ↠
Crickettail licked her chest fur a few times before moving onto her legs and back. The trees surrounding her, though mostly covered in moss, had a few branches in the higher parts that were ready to capture any unsuspecting victim’s fur. Crickettail was that victim. She had been hunting earlier in the trees and had found a particularly tasty bird perching on a limb. She lowered into her usual crouch, confident in the fact that she was partially hidden by the surrounding branches and leaves, only to pounce a bit too close to an uncovered twig. It attached to her fur immediately, pulling some of it out and causing her to let out a yelp, which of course scared the oblivious bird away. She smacked the small twig, breaking it and watching it fall through the trees. Now she was left hungry and with a bald patch.

↞ Name: ↠
Vixen / Amberpool

↞ Age: ↠
27 Moons

↞ Gender: ↠
Female, she-cat

↞ Sexual Orientation: ↠
Demisexual

↞ Clan: ↠
Breezeclan

↞ Rank: ↠
Warrior

↞ Full Appearance: ↠
Amberpool has amber fur covering her head and ears, with a white stripe right above her pink nose and right above her mouth. Her chin down to her front legs and covering about the front third of her body is completely white, and the rest is the same amber as her head. She has pale blue eyes, a remarkable feature on her completely red face. Her past results in an abundance of scars, most on her stomach. There are quite a few claw marks covering it, a few more scars on her hips and above her tail, which has nothing interesting about it. The she-cat’s frame is long and thin, not being too much on the tall side, but her physique makes sneaking around much easier, something she appreciates greatly.

↞ Personality: ↠

Secretive / Storyteller / Touchy / Impassive / Sensitive / Peaceful / Oblivious / Independent

Secretive is what best describes Amberpool. She shows only one side of herself to most, not even her sister knowing the depths of what she has hidden. She is an incredible storyteller, and will often tell stories of wonder to kits or anyone who happens to ask. She is very touchy and will cuddle with anyone and anything, preferably her sister, whom she feels she needs to protect and be protected by. She is often impassive, closing herself off when she has negative emotions, which she hides behind a straight face and will often sleep away the thoughts. The she-cat is sensitive of her past as well as her family, other than her sister of course, and will change the subject or desert the conversation completely if it is brought up. She has wonderfilled eyes, often gazing off at nothin g and writing stories in her mind, most of which she shares with others. She is peaceful and will often avoid fights if possible, but if it comes down to it she will fight with all she’s got. Amberpool is oblivious to flirting and any romantic interaction pretty much, and most will be responded with slow blinks and mumbles. Lastly, she is independent. To a point. Living with her family made her dependent on herself, but she also became dependent on her sister. She is independent in most situations, but may become dependent on her sister when they are in a battle, because she has never fought without her.

↞ Backstory: ↠
Amberpool, formerly Vixen, was born in the slums where she lived with a band of rogues. She was raised here by her mother, Doll, a former kitty pet brought to the slums to be used for breeding purposes only, and her father, Crow. Once Amberpool noticed how cruel Crow was and would sometimes even lash out at her, her mother helped her. But only once. From then on it was everyone for themselves, and the scared she-cat learned to keep quiet and never show her emotions around her father, and eventually, it took her over and she never really showed emotions at all.
Then came Sootfall, formerly Tempest, her half sister. Once her father realized Sootfall was not his, his anger became basically unbearable. At times like these, the two sisters would hide away, Amberpool telling foolish stories and listening to Sootfall’s jokes. Crow did unspeakable things to each of them, nothing being shared between them to avoid even more trauma than each had already experienced, and to this day Sootfall isn’t aware of some of the things Amberpool has been through. Their mother escaped eventually, not even thinking to bring her daughters with her. The two grew even closer than before, becoming inseparable to the point that they were always touching in some way. They gathered up enough strength to run away one day, and now they are here in BreezeClan, using their strange battle strategies and hunting techniques to impress the clan to let them join. It worked, and now they live in the clan harmoniously, the two linked together once again as they try to keep one another alive.

↞ Relationships: ↠
Kin:
Doll-Mother, Unknown
Crow-Father, Unknown
Sootfall-Sister, Alive
Relationships:
Open
Romantic Relationships:
Open

↞ Theme Song: ↠
To be added

↞ Extras: ↠
None

↞ RP Sample: ↠
Amberpool’s thin physique aided the she-cat while she weaves silently around the forest, her focus on the leaves scattered along the ground, pale blue eyes flicking upwards if she heard any rustles by the surrounding bushes or trees. She caught sight of a rabbit scuttling across the forest floor, a quiet click escaping her almost closed maw. This was the signal she emitted to call her sister to her, as they often worked in pairs when hunting. When Sootfall was in position, Amberpool unsheathed her claws, allowing a loud click to alert the rabbit to run. The rabbit turned away from the slim she-cat, but ran right into her sister’s awaiting jaws.

Amberpool | Warrior | 27 Moons | Abyssian + Lynx Point Siamese Mix, Demisexual Female | Location | Mentions

Name |
Tempest / Sootfall
|Soot for her undying loyalty and appearance - Fall for hard working|

Age | 25 Moons

Gender | Female

Sexual Orientation | Biromantic/sexual (Closeted; Legit procrastinated her sexuality)

Clan | BreezeClan

Rank | Warrior

Full Appearance | A short female with quite a bit of muscle hidden beneath downy fluff - though still posing a stocky appearance. Despite her nearly masculine build, she holds an air of graceful femininity. She is a snowy white she-cat with coal markings, most of which cover the right side of her face, some white peeking through as if the coal was peppered on. She possesses many coal markings scattered along the expanse of her scarred, athletic frame - behind her tufted ears, tail tip, stripes on her legs, and soft patches on her torso. Above her rosy nose, she has a singular copper brown smudge. She has soft baby blue eyes with her right eye having a large chocolate brown blotch near her pupil. Her body holds evidence of many altercations - a torn ear, legs torso and neck marred with long, pink scars peeking out beneath downy fluff.

Personality| Sootfall is anything but demure - hotheaded, snarky, cocky, and the list goes on. She is sensitive to emotion and often lashes out because of this. She’s a tempest of emotion and wild to her core - living with a group of rogues does that. She loves to take charge, often throwing herself out there without a second thought. She is very, very secretive and it would take a large amount of determination to break past her defenses. Despite her obvious flaws, she still has redeeming qualities. She’s affectionate and loyal to her very core. She is passionate and free-spirited, always making time for fun.

Background | Sootfall, originally, was a rogue within the nearly empty slums of a far-off city. This city held a gang of rogues that Sootfall - formerly Tempest - was born into. Her mother, Doll, had an affair with another tom, Jingo, and thus Tempest was born. Doll’s original mate killed her father after finding out and began to routinely abuse his family. Here, her and her sister formed an unbreakable bond.
At one point, Doll left, and Crow focused all his attention onto Sootfall and her sister. He often took Sootfall on ‘jobs’ that the ‘leader’ of the rogue group provided to help anyone on top stay on top. This involved some dirty work that Sootfall would be better off leaving unspoken. Finally, after too long kept under Crow’s intimidating, sadistic gaze, they made a run for it, towards the whispering shadows telling them of two great Clans forged from blood and stars. They entered the territory, only to be ambushed by a patrol. Due to their evasive maneuvers, prowess and determination, it earned them some respect and, not much later, a place in the Clan.

Kin |
Father - Jingo (Deceased)
Mother - Doll (Alive)
Adoptive Father - Crow (Alive)
Sister - Amberpool (Alive)

Relationships |
(Open)

Romantic Relations |
Crushes (Open)
Long Term - Developed In RP

Theme Song | Next To Me - Imagine Dragons / Sunshine Riptide - Fall Out Boy

Extras | Sootfall is extremely attached to Amberpool, which often causes issues when they have to go on different patrols. They are almost always touching in some way - intertwining tails, brushing pelts, sharing meaningful glances.
Sootfall also has a habit of making the forest her plaything - she is extremely adept in the art of climbing and finding the most hidden of prey and crevices. Nothing within the forest could hide from her. She knows nearly every inch of it.

Sootfall | Warrior | 26 Moons | Female Lynx Point & Maine Coon Mix | Location | Mentions

•Name•
Frostkit • Frostpaw • [[ Frostwing ]]
Frost after her almost pure white coat, and Wing because of the effortless grace with which she moves

•Age•
28 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Clan•
Brookeclan

•Rank•
Medicine Cat


Credit:https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Angora_turc_blanc_2.jpg
•Appearance•
Breed: Turkish Angora
Long legged and elegant, Frostwing is quite pretty. Her long fur is exceptionally soft, and a soft white nearly unmarked by any splash of color. A long tail helps her keep balance on the treetop. Her face is narrow, and very faintly marked with a light gray around moonstone blue eyes. Delicate paws are also faintly marked with gray on the toes, which only partially hide her claws. Her pawpads are a soft pink, matched by her nose.

•Personality•
Generally softspoken, Frostwing has a way about her that makes cats want to listen when she speaks; less commanding than reassuring, her presence is steady and pleasant. A cool head allows her to think quickly in tough situations, but despite having an incredibly sharp mind for herbs and treatments, she can be a little forgetful; there are times when the white furred cat simply forgets to eat. As a kit, Frostwing was typically quiet, and more likely to pull small pranks than wasexpected; she wasn't blamed for any of them, seemingly too well behaved for that.

As the interpreter of signs and dreams, Frostwing is slightly less confident; herbs are much more reliable and comfortable to work with, in her mind. Still, she does her best and is fairly successful. Being chosen as Medicine Cat is an honor that she is determined to live up to.

•Backstory•
Frostwing and her sister were born to a pair of loving cats, and were encouraged to be independent and hardworking. Where her sister was energetic and wild, she was quiet and calm; they proved to be an interesting pair, and when they weren't totally opposite, were a great team. Mostly concerning sneaking around and getting up to kit antics. As the question of apprenticehood came up, the former Medicine Cat, Redheart, approached the clan leader than Starclan had given him a sign.
Though unsure of it at first, Frostwing picked up on herbs quickly and became confident in her abilities. When she was 18 moons, a large storm hit, resulting in Redheart's death. Somewhat distraught at being unable to save her mentor, she was forced to grow into her role quickly by treating those injuries; since then, she has only become a more capable Medicine Cat.

•Family•
Winterfoot - Mother (Alive) (Open)
Cedarpelt - Father (Alive) (Open)
Mousewhisker - Sister (Alive) (Open)

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: Redheart (Deceased
Apprentice: Open
Crush: Hawkstar
Friends: Open~

•Theme Song•

•Roleplay Example•
Frostwing's attention was caught by Silentvoice stumbling; her paws carried her forward a few steps with the intention to check on him, but she paused when Palefang reached the warrior before her. He appeared unhurt, except for perhaps his pride. She would check in him later, without the rest of the clan watching. The sound of her name, if muffled, made her ears perk up, and the white she-cat turned to see her apprentice.

"Did you? Well lets see what you brought me," Frostwing said, half bemused; she was both proud he noticed the herbs needed restocking on his own and concerned he left without telling anyone. But that could wait, she decided, examining the 'herbs' he had brought her. The daisy was a welcome sight, even if it was only one, and both the lavender and chamomile were useful to keep on hand; these she separated with a careful paw. "Excellent job on these three, Sandpaw," she purred; he did look so proud, and he had done part of it well. The useless herbs she also separated into another pile. "These don't have any properties for healing, but they do look and smell similar. I'll show you the difference a little later."

Her attention shifted to the remaining pile; death berries, holly, hemlock, and poison ivy. "Can you tell me what these do?" The white she-cat was a little worried that he had brought them with the herbs, and so now was an excellent time to set confusion right. Also a concern was an accidental ingestion, but smaller; if he had, the effects would likely have already begun.



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•Name•
Tigerkit • Tigerpaw • [[ Tigerstripe ]]
Tiger because of his large size and hopes from his mother for him to be a strong cat, and Stripe after the stripes in the tabby pattern in his fur

•Age•
43 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Clan•
Breezeclan

•Rank•
Warrior


Credit: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Maine_Coon_2.JPG
•Appearance•
Breed: Maine Coon
Both broadly built and tall, Tigerstripe weighs about 20 pounds; mostly muscle, some fur. His long is dark brown with a tabby pattern, with white fur on his chin, chest and underbelly, and toes. He has a squarish face, with long whiskers and ears that end in tufts. Watchful, hazel eyes are lined by cream stripes, giving him a more serious appearance. His tail is long and heavily furred, but is kept just as soft as the rest of him due to vigilant cleaning. A notch is missing from the top of his left ear, and there is a scar under all of his fur on the left side of his neck. Tigerstripe's teeth protrude slightly, causing him to appear fierce, and he has rather large paws and longer claws.

•Personality•
Tigerstripe may look serious and threatening, as he can be, but at heart he is easygoing and peaceful; if anything threatens his clan or those he cares about howver, he's quite feirce. In a fight, his bulk and power tend to lead to victory, though many fights have been avoided due to his threatening appearance. It hasn’t been unknown for the Maine Coon male to play a prank or two, even in adulthood. Generally, his laidback and friendly attitude makes him easy to get along with, and he tends to look for the better side of people.

•Backstory•
Born an only kit, there were rumors that Tigerstripe's father was a rogue cat. His mother died when he was only 3 moons old due to whitecough, and these rumors were never commented on; though the other kits were mean to him for a while, his earnest and kind demeanor eventually won over the clan. He worked hard to become a capable warrior, apprenticed to the former deputy, and was eventually raised in the ranks.

b>•Kin•
Larkwing - Mother (Deceased)
Unknown Tom - Father (Unknown)

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: (Deceased)
Apprentice: Open
Crush: Open~
Friends: Open~

•Theme Song•