Current Name: Sparrowstar
Past Name/s: Sparrowkit, Sparrowpaw, Sparrowjaw
Gender: Male
Age: 36 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual Homoromantic
Clan: FeatherClan
Rank: Leader

Appearance: A rather small tom, built for agility and lightness. His pelt is of a blue and cream ticked variety, the colours swirling into a tortoiseshell design. With a sleek frame, bat-like large ears, a wedge-shaped cranium and almond-shaped eyes, it is clear he has oriental cat in his blood. His whip-thin tail, though softly decorated with light feathering, is long and good for balance, body colour a perfect mix of dappled hues, allowing him to blend into the canopy. Burning optics of amber sit almond-shaped and intense in his cranium.

Personality: Hostile to strangers, though often pertaining a forgiving nature, the tom could be seen as weak. However, he has a deep sense of pride and loyalty unto his Clan-mates. If it means protecting his Clan, he will gladly risk life and limb, and even... just maybe, swallow his pride and join forces with the other Clan. He is charismatic, witty and sharp, almost constantly alert. He is also very organised, and knows exactly what he's doing and the correct things to say.

Relations:
Goldstorm - mother - deceased via old age
Branchleap - father - deceased via old age
Cloudstrike - litter-sister - alive (played by Snowstar)
Viperpaw - litter-brother - deceased via falling from tree

History: Sparrowkit was born into the Clan. He had a fairly normal kit-hood, with his two siblings and Clan-mates to play with. His parents were loyal, hard-working FeatherClan warriors whom instilled the ways of the Clan within their kits.

However, during their apprenticeship, Viperpaw decided to prove his skill by climbing up one of the taller trees in the forest. Cocky and young, he sprang up, only to lose his footing and plummet to his demise. Sparrowpaw and Cloudpaw grieved alongside their parents, but they pushed through eventually.

During their time as warriors, their parents retired to the elders den, and passed away around when Sparrowjaw became deputy.

Other: *i n s e r t c o d e w o r d h e r e*

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Current Name: Fernglow
Past/Future Name/s: Fernkit, Fernpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Sexuality: Homosexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Medicine cat

Appearance: A sleek she-cat with a blue-grey pelt and russet unders. Her limbs are lanky, a physique built for agility and speed, giving her a disadvantage amongst the hardy SlateClan warriors and the chilly climate, though she has medium length fur, a mix of her thinner mother and heavy-set father. However, she doesn’t have the best balance, due to a slightly feathery, bobbed tail. A ruff of thicker fur rings her neck, giving it a softer, more textured feeling. She has a slight limp, her left foreleg bearing two long scars that run up from her heel, curl around her limb and end almost in the middle of her chest. Some other scars, more unnoticeable, also litter her leg and the left side of her chest. Eyes of shamrock green, wide and intelligent, sit in her face, rings of canary yellow around the slightly slitted pupil and the outer iris.

Personality: A no-nonsense type of she-cat. She has a moderate amount of patience, though has no time for unneeded whining and complaining. Often quiet and an efficient worker, she is difficult to crack. But if you manage to befriend her, you will find a loyal, protective companion who will risk her life for you. She is modest, though bubbly towards good friends, and generally an optimist, though is rather neutral majority of the time. She is a fast-learner and intelligent, willing to learn to help her Clan.

Relations:
Leaf - mother - deceased via fox
Coalblaze - father - unknown status
Creekleaf - litter-brother - alive (played by me)

History: Fernglow and Creekleaf were half-clan kits, with a loner mother and a SlateClan father. They were born with the names Fern and Creek, living close to Twolegplace in the forested region. Their mother was planning to join SlateClan to be with her mate, despite not having the right physical attributes to truly thrive there, however on the way she was preyed upon by a fox, the creature seeing the young kits as easy prey. Leaf died defending them, the kits only just able to scramble under a bramble bush in time. However, in the fray Fern’s leg had been torn badly by the fox’s sharp fangs. The creature couldn’t reach them from the bramble bush, and soon left with their mother’s body. It wasn’t long until Coalblaze came searching for his mate. Due to secret meetings with him, Fern and Creek recognised him almost immediately.

They were taken back to SlateClan and treated for injuries and shock, and accepted into the Clan. Stricken with grief, Coalblaze wandered from the Clan for days on end, unsure if Fern, then Fernkit, would live. Her apprenticeship was postponed due to injuries, but she began healing well, taking up residence in the medicine den. As she was held there to recover, she learnt many herbs and their uses by listening and watching, and so she became the best choice for medicine cat apprentice.

Permanently crippled, she wasn’t able to pursue warrior status, as her brother did, instead going into training to become a medicine cat, wanting to have the knowledge to save cats whom had been in serious situations like she had been. Coalblaze went rouge once he was sure his kits would survive, and they went on to become medicine cat and warrior.

Other: *i n s e r t c o d e w o r d h e r e*

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Current Name: Creekleaf
Past/Future Name/s: Creekkit, Creekpaw
Gender: Male
Age: 18 moons
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Warrior

Appearance: With a build similar to Fernpaw's, he is lanky, but more compact and built for stamina and power. His pelt is thicker, more alike his father’s. He too has a stump of a tail, though it is a longer sort of bobcat tail, less than half the normal length of a cat's tail. His pelt is a ruddy-reddish hue, a slight silver interlacing it, with creamy-russet unders just like Fernpaw. With eyes like liquid topaz, with greyish flecks and a ring around the slightly slitted pupil, he truly is a sight to behold.

Personality: Generally, much like his sister, he is patient, to an extent. However, he has a considerably shorter fuse, and has a more irritable reaction. Despite this, he is understanding, and adores kits. He is defensive and sometime hostile towards other Clans, but at times he is strangely lenient with rouges or loners found near Clan territory, his kit-hood teaching him that despite them not being one of the Clan cats, they have lives and maybe even families.

Relations:
Leaf - mother - deceased via fox
Coalblaze - father - unknown status
Fernglow - litter-sister - alive (played by me)

History: See Fernglow

Other: *i n s e r t c o d e w o r d h e r e* | Creekleaf requested his suffix be ‘-leaf’ in honour of his mother

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{This is my art and is not to be used/copied by others under any circumstances}

Current Name: Hawkflower
Past Name/s: Hawkkit, Hawkpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 40 moons
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Queen

Appearance: The wise queen is regal and thick-furred cream she-cat with white unders that include the base of the tail and her chin. The bridge of her nose and her forehead are also white. Blonde-cream points adorn her face, ears, legs and tail, overplayed with regal golden-yellow classic tabby markings that halt where her chest leads onto her belly and where it meets her pointed legs, though continues in a dorsal stripe that runs down to taper out at the tip of her tail, rings and triangular stripes breaking up the colours of her long, fluffy tail. The she-cat is medium in height, with a stocky build and well-muscled limbs. Her ears are slightly shorter than usual and very triangular. Hawkflower has keen violet-hued eyes, unusual amongst felines, though not impossible. Two sets of two scars on either side of her scruff mark her from a fierce border scuffle, and another rakes her left lower flank just in front of her hip from a fight with a family of foxes.

Personality: Hawkflower is a gentle, understanding and maternal she-cat. She is generally easy-going and calm, often taking to reassuring and looking out for younger felines, with the patience of a saint that allows her to deal with young, pitiful kits and troublesome apprentices with ease and grace. However, in situations in which she feels the young of the Clan - or any young cats - are threatened, Hawkflower is protective almost to a fault. She is fierce in battle, though prefers hanging around the nursery and helping out younger queens, pertaining a caring, encouraging nature many are drawn to, always trying to bring out the best in others and believing there is good in everyone… except those who would dare lay a claw on an innocent kit. Lately, however, the loss of her mate has elicited a negative effect on her behaviour, causing her to grow more seclusive and even snappy at times, merely wishing to focus on the last memories she has left of him - their kits.

Relations:
Flintkit - litter-brother - deceased via being washed away
Shellwhisper - litter-sister - deceased via fox attack
Gullstar - mate - deceased via rogue attack
- Flintpaw - son from 1st litter - alive {PM to play}
- Skunkpaw - son from 1st litter - alive {PM to play}
- Gullkit - son from 2nd litter - alive {Played by potioncat}
- Skykit - son from 2nd litter - alive {Played by me}
- Shellkit - daughter from 2nd litter - alive {PM to play}
- Rushkit - daughter from 2nd litter - alive {PM to play}
- Batkit - son from 2nd litter - alive {Played by Dixie}

History: Hawkkit had a relatively average kithood, with two siblings. However, as kits, the trio snuck out of the nursery. The moonlight had illuminated their path, piquing their curiosity as they spotted the roiling, black waves beyond the sandy beach, something which they had never seen before. Flintkit, the boldest of the siblings, led the charge down the the shoreline, though his two sisters stopped before the water could touch her paws. The daunting, violent waves struck fear into the kits’ hearts, but Flintkit encouraged them to wade in. However, a harsh current swept the tom-kit off his feet and submerged all of them. Their coughing and wailing alerted the sentry whom had been patrolling, and the warrior raised the alarm. Some cats rushed down and swam out, risking themselves in order to drag Hawkkit back to shore. Shellkit, luckily, had been washed up already, but Flintkit was nowhere to be found.

The two sisters grieved deeply and took the loss hard, feeling it was their fault. Hawkkit especially carried the thought that it was her fault for not being more mature into apprenticeship and became more serious and cautious. She also developed a severe terror of waves and the ocean, however the latter slowly faded over time, though she remains considerably careful and refuses to enter the water if there are waves higher than her shoulders.

During her time as an apprentice, Hawkpaw began interacting more with Gullpaw, an ambitious and enthusiastic tom who was born in a litter of one. He helped her recover from the trauma of her kithood and they grew incredibly close. This, however, pushed Shellpaw away more, and the sisters grew apart.

In their early warrior life, the pair were on a patrol with a few other warriors due to the scent of fox being found around the territory. They were ambushed by a small family of the savage creatures, whom forced the cats to scatter. Hawkflower, seeing her sister being mauled by one, raced over to help and flung herself at the fox, the patrol managing to drive the russet beasts back for the time being. Alas, it was too late, and Shellwhisper bled out and Hawkflower gained a scar. Again, the she-cat was faced with a horrific loss, and her friend, now Gullstep, stayed loyally by her side. The two soon became mates and loved each other deeply, Gullstep becoming deputy due to the former one also passing away in the fox attack. Later the she-cat birthed her first litter, two sons whom she named Flintkit and Skunkkit, one for her lost brother. During this time, Gullstep became leader (the former leader disappeared with 3 lives left). She was an exceptional mother, and after her kits had become apprentices, she became a queen once more.

Now, though, Gullstar proved to enjoy participating in many warrior activities, but often proved to be reckless in his actions, throwing away his lives, which would usually lead to arguments with his mate as she constantly worried for him and tried to tell him that he should be preserving his lives in order to serve his Clan for as many moons as possible. He hated letting his warriors go into potential danger without him. So, when news came that a patrol was fighting off a band of fierce rogues, he went with the warriors he sent to assist. The tom flung himself in, despite being on his last couple of lives, fighting harder when it became apparent the rogues had no mercy. Gullstar was killed defending his Clan-mates, and the rogues managed to fend off the patrol, guarding the leader’s body with cruel intent. The SlateClan leader burst up as soon as he regained consciousness, immediately attempting to attack. And although his CLna-mates tried to get to him to protect him, the rogues murdered him. Gullstar never awoke.

Hawkflower was alone now. Her two sons comforted her as best they could while also dealing with their own sorrow, as did their mother. She forced herself to not think about her own loss and focused solely on her kits, both born and unborn. The queen had a large litter of 5. The she-cat named two of them for kin she had lost - Shellkit and Gullkit, further proving her sentimental nature.

Other: *i n s e r t c o d e w o r d h e r e* | Fears waves | The kits are in order of larger to smallest - 1st litter is 11 moons, 2nd litter is 2 moons

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{Art made for me by Xenos, do not use/copy it under any circumstances}

Current Name: Skykit
Future Name/s: Skypaw, Skyfall
Gender: Male
Age: 2 moons
Sexuality: Pansexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Kit

Appearance: Skykit is fluffy, though the second largest of the litter. His pelt is a dark grey hue, with a faint paler saddle sitting across his back and shoulders and a darker, barely noticeable mask around his striking azure eyes. As if lightly dipped in alabaster paint, white encapsulates his tail-tip, muzzle (from which it extends up between his eyes), chest and belly, and paws, the white reaching up higher on the heels. As he gets older, the kitten fluff will be replaced with thick, oily fur and he will become rather tall compared to many of his Clan-mates.

Personality: An outgoing and bold tom. He is stubborn and often reckless, but with an occasionally nosy, curious nature. However, he is very protective of those close to him. From a young age, he has proven to have the makings of a bitter cat. His father died before he was born, he has so many annoying siblings, and his mother is loving, but there is something missing. He wants to find out what. Due to being young, he is very impressionable, so his personality may develop as he ages.

Relations:
Gullstar - father - deceased via rogue attack
Hawkflower - mother - alive {Played by me}
Flintpaw - older brother - alive
Skunkpaw - older brother - alive
Gullkit - litter-brother - alive
Shellkit - litter-sister - alive
Rushkit - litter-sister - alive
Batkit - litter-brother - alive

History: Although he hasn’t been alive long, Skykit understands loss. He knows others pity him, for never have knowing his father. But, how can he miss something he’s never even had?

Other: *i n s e r t c o d e w o r d h e r e*

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Current Name Lichenpaw
Past/Future Name/s Lichenkit // Tbd
Gender Tom
Age Eight Moons
Sexuality: Bicurious
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:

Personality: WIP calm, gentle, distant, absentminded, reclusive, dependent, open minded

Relations:
Mosspaw / Sibling / Alive (open)
Stoneheart / Mother / Deceased, Old Age
Sunrock / Father / Deceased, Old Age
History:

Other I obey the will of StarClan // Lichen for his grey pelt.

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Current Name Redrye
Past/Future Name/s Redkit / Redpaw // None
Gender Tom
Age Twenty Eight Moons
Sexuality: Aromantic Homosexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:

Personality: WIP outgoing, self assured, confident, sociable, talkative, lazy, arrogant

Relations:
Russetpelt / Mother / Alive, Kittypet
Reynard / Father / Alive, Kittypet
History:

Other I obey the will of StarClan // Red for his fur / Rye for the way his tail plumes

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Current Name Mothstar
Past/Future Name/s Mothkit / Mothpaw / Mothwhisker // None
Gender Molly
Age Sixty Nine Moons
Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual
Clan: SlateClan
Rank: Leader (alt. warrior)
Appearance:

Personality: WIP suspicious, confident, concise, forward, understanding, rational, matronly

Relations:
History:

Other I obey the will of StarClan // Moth in reference to grey moths and her striped pelt / Whisker for her delicate touch and sensitivity to her surroundings

Current Name Snowpaw
Past/Future Name/s Snowkit // Snowbird
Gender Molly
Age Ten Moons
Sexuality: Homoromantic Homosexual
Clan: FeatherClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:

Personality: WIP lighthearted, sociable, friendly, playful, alert, rational, understanding

Relations:
Skypaw / Sibling / Alive (open)
Crystalpaw / Sibling / Alive (open)
Goosewing / Mother / Deceased, Dog
Skygazer / Father / Alive, Elder
History:

Other I obey the will of StarClan // Snow for her light pelt and the season in which she was born. / Bird for her soaring leaps and lighthearted nature.

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Current Name Twistedfoot
Past/Future Name/s Twistedkit / Twistedpaw // None
Gender Tom
Age Fifty Four Moons
Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual
Clan: FeatherClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:

Personality: WIP nervous, insecure, friendly, good natured, tense, sympathetic, understanding

Relations:
Tigerstripe / Mother / Deceased, Blackcough
Specklednose / Mother / Deceased, Old Age
Cedarbelly / Biological Father / Deceased, Old Age
History:

Other I obey the will of StarClan // Twisted because as a kit he had been malnourished, his mother's milk didn't have enough nutrients, and so his paws would lie flat at the ankle / Foot not to bring back bad memories, but recognize him working around his weakness and becoming a warrior

Current Name
Palefang.

Past/Future Names
Palekit, Palepaw.

Age
24 moons (2 years) old.

Gender
Male.

Sexuality
Bisexual.

Clan & Rank
FeatherClan, Deputy (or warrior if not chosen).

Appearance
The son of a Balinese mother and an average domestic shorthair tom, his features are not quite as extreme as a purebred, but his looks still prove rather unusual compared to a normal cat, though it appears several of his Clanmates also share these traits. He has a short, sleek white pelt just like his mother, his physical characteristics naturally graceful and regal. Pale reddish-cream points with faint mackerel tabby striping can be found on his muzzle, the backs of his ears, his paws and tail.

Reddish fur also ticks the hind legs and flank, darkening with age. His body is long and lean, almost tubular in shape. Though Palefang's slender form may cross some as delicate one shouldn't be fooled. He is extremely flexible and athletic, a decent amount of wiry muscle covering his narrow frame and his bones quite dense, making him much heavier than one would expect.

When rushing into battle against Palefang one may think they are dealing with a ballerina only to be tackled by a football player. His almond shaped eyes are a deep blue, like staring into a dark pool with unending depths. His nose is a soft pastel pink, freckled by dark spots. Palefang's left ear is split down the middle and ragged scarring mars his cheek and muzzle on the same side.

Personality
Strict and dour, Palefang is not an especially well-liked tom among his Clanmates, but he is a highly esteemed cat all the same. From practically the moment he earned his apprentice name Palefang has been all about upholding the warrior code and living the life of a model warrior; forever loyal, devoted, hardworking and rule abiding. Born from a kittypet mother, the young tom had much to prove and it took many moons of tireless training and dedication to earn the respect of his peers. Any cat who has doubt Palefang would lay down his very life for any one of his Clanmates hasn't been paying attention.

Intelligent and highly observant, not much goes overlooked by the meticulous deputy. He remembers every name and face he encounters, his memory just as sharp as his claws, and tends to notice immediately if someone is slacking off or not performing a task to the best of their ability. While not eternally grumpy despite popular belief, Palesfang has a tendency for sarcasm and appears to lack a sense of humor almost entirely save for a rarely spoken joke every now and then, always delivered with a dry tone and deadpan expression.

Despite his rather severe personality, any hostility Palefang directs at another is expressed with solely words, never claws or teeth, unless he is defending the Clan or given no other option. Violence against a Clanmate is unacceptable and won't be tolerated. Ever. In the face of an opponent Palefang is surprisingly calm and unruffled, focused on the battle or argument ahead. Overall, Palefang is a tom with good intentions and genuine care for FeatherClan, but has repressed most of his emotions and interests for the sake of ensuring he became the perfect warrior and can now serve as an exemplary deputy.

History
Warning; mention of child abuse.

The circumstances of Palefang's birth were a tad unusual. Strangers rarely ventured into the woods surrounding FeatherClan's home and so it took the evening patrol by surprise when they found a kittypet she-cat lost among the trees, her pelt filthy and every rib showing through her thin, pale coat. Unsure what to do with the starved trespasser, the warriors eventually brought her back to camp and fed her, their leader intending to send the strange feline on her way once she had her strength. The young newcomer proved inquisitive and polite, her charm winning over more than a few, and she appeared very interested in Clan customs, explaining she had left her home to experience life as a wild cat like them.

When she was well again the she-cat was accepted as an apprentice rather than chased back to the Twolegplace and given the name Swantail once she earned her warrior title. During her training she became quite close to Frostclaw, one of the Clan's most prominent warriors. It wasn't long before Swantail joined the queens in the nursery, giving birth to two kits she dubbed Palekit and Shadekit. Her labor was long and tedious, but she was pleased with the outcome. Two healthy kits, her very first litter was fortunate.

Frostclaw and Swantail had a falling out once she discovered the white tom had a cruel side. Frostclaw had changed his mind about taking a kittypet mate, unsatisfied with the offspring they had together, considering the kits weak and Swantail beautiful, but useless. He often took his frustrations out on Palekit and Shadekit in the form of harshly whispered words or a swipe from the paw hard enough to leave a bruise beneath his fur, but never hard enough to cut or leave a visible wound. Once caught in the act, Swantail attacked Frostclaw and it took several warriors to separate them.

Desperate to prove his worth to his father and gain his love, Palepaw worked harder, earned his warrior name and continued to prove he was nothing like a kittypet despite his heritage. Eventually his father took another mate and together they had a single daughter, Snowkit. Though Frostclaw continued to treat his only son as if he were little more than a flea in his pelt, Palefang managed to form a lasting, meaningful bond with his half-sister. Even now as deputy Palefang still hopes to someday make Frostclaw proud of him, though the relationship they share is quite antagonistic. It’s no secret Frostclaw is bitter Palefang was chosen as Sparrowstar’s second over himself.

Relations
Swantail - Mother [Played by Me].
Frostclaw - Father [Adoptable].
Shadewhisker - Litter Sister [Adoptable].
Snowpaw - Younger Half-Sister [Adoptable].

Other
'I obey the will of StarClan.'

Would like to be considered for FeatherClan deputy.

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Current Name
Swantail.

Past/Future Names
Bella, Swanpaw.

Age
48 moons (4 years) old.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Pansexual.

Clan & Rank
FeatherClan, Warrior.

Appearance
Swantail is a slim she-cat with a medium length, glossy white pelt. Seal black fur mottled with patches of reddish-cream covers her face, ears, bushy tail and along her sides while her paws remain uncolored. Her figure is somewhat extreme when compared with other Clan cats thanks to her Balinese heritage, her build elegant, lithe, and rather long overall.

Despite her fragile appearance, she is strong and hardy, thought her talents appear to lie in running rather than climbing. Bright blue almond shaped eyes are set in a narrow, wedge-shaped head tapering into a fine muzzle with fanned, forward tilting ears. Swantail could never be considered a large cat, but she is fairly tall, long legs leading down to small paws with long, slender toes. In profile her muzzle is a straight line from forehead to nose-tip, giving the impression of a mild roman nose. Her nose is half pink, half black,

Personality
Swantail is a kindly she-cat with a rather laid-back disposition. She's a motherly figure to everyone she comes to know regardless of age, but isn't prone to fussing or worrying without reason, trusting her Clanmates can handle themselves. Even Sparrowstar should expect a gentle lecture about neglecting his needs or needing a good grooming from time to time. She has a tendency to pry on others if concerned about them, but it is all well intentioned.

Despite what the above might imply, Swantail is no push over either. While she is a generally helpful cat who strives to do right by others, she will not allow herself to be manipulated or used. If a cat aims to do these things they are not deserving of attention from anyone in her eyes and she can prove shockingly unforgiving if she comes to find she has been purposefully deceived by someone she trusted. Swantail is naturally protective of her Clanmates, especially the young, and can prove rather fierce if anything or anyone attempts to harm them.

History
Swantail was was born into the home of a breeder as all purebred cats are, sold to a new owner at two moons old, never to see her blood-born kin again. While initially frightened of the unfamiliar surroundings as well as missing her mother and siblings, it did not take the young she-cat long to adjust. She was dubbed "Bella" by her new housefolk and spent the first two years of her life with them happily. Everything changed when a fire ravaged her home, the terrified kittypet only just managing to escape through an open window. She ran and ran until she could no longer feel the heat of the flames lashing at her pelt or choke on the smoke invading her lungs. By that point she had grown terribly lost.

Bella managed to find her way back with the help of a few neighborhood cats only to find her home destroyed and abandoned. Not realizing her twolegs were still desperately searching for her, she assumed they had either perished in the flames or had been forced to leave her behind. She lingered on the streets for a time, but found they offered no sense of warmth or welcoming, many of the strays hostile and unfriendly. Eventually she left the Twolegplace behind for the wilderness, convincing herself an adventure would be fun. She met a loner named Leaf before long and the old she-cat took some pity on the scraggly, hungry she-cat; feeding her and then teaching her how to feed herself before parting ways.

Eventually Bella's journey brought her to Featherclan territory, rather unwell despite Leaf's brief hunting lessons, and once again she found unexpected kindness among wild cats. Bella caught on quickly that the life of a kittypet was to be scorned and desiring to be accepted among these strangers, told tales of leaving her Twolegs of her own free will to become wild. It is a small lie that still causes a small amount of guilt to this day, but has also been put behind her. She still isn't quite used to climbing trees, but FeatherClan is home now.

The rest of her history after she joined Featherclan can be found in Palefang's backstory. No need to be repetitive I'd imagine.

Relations
Palefang - Son [Played by Me].
Shadewhisker - Daughter [Adoptable].

Other

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Current Name
Cinderpaw.

Past/Future Names
Cinderkit.

Age
10 moons (10 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Sexuality
Bisexual.

Clan & Rank
FeatherClan, Warrior Apprentice.

Appearance
Cinderpaw is a robust young cat with a semi-long blue tabby pelt and creamy underfur. He's a bit of an oddity however, with ears that curl backwards and a short, bobbed tail. He has a long, sloping forehead that ends in a blunt muzzle with a wide dark gray nose, faint spotting scattered across his sides. His paws are quite sizable, hinting he will likely grow into a larger than average adult, and polydactyl, with 7 toes on each. As he is still young his build is somewhat awkward and lanky, but as an adult he will develop substantial muscle. Wide hips and long legs make balancing without a tail less difficult, and as he was born this way he climbs just as expertly as the rest of his Clanmates. His eyes are a light minty green color.

Personality
A kind and compassionate young cat. Cinderpaw always strives to support his Clanmates rather than bring them down. He is confident and self-assured, but also gentle and humble. He has faith in himself and his skills, but is also quick to uplift others and rarely comments on his own achievements. Lively, intelligent and sociable, he is most content when in the company of other cats, but also enjoys a little quiet time to himself every now and then.

Highly devoted, Cinderpaw would do anything for his Clan, so long as it doesn't go against his morals of course. Featherclan is rarely unfair or cruel so this hasn't been a concern for the majority of his life. Though he has seen darkness in his past he chooses to always see the bright side of life and always pushes forward, forever the optimist. He still tends to suffer from bouts of depression and will often wander off on his own until it passes enough to rejoin his Clanmates.

History
His younger years were peaceful and happy, his parents both very loving and supportive. Unfortunately his father was killed the very same day he and Smokepaw became apprentices, protecting them from a loose dog. Cinderpaw was so depressed by the death he couldn't be consoled and his training was held off for nearly a moon before Willowheart and Smokepaw finally managed to convince him closing himself off from everyone and ignoring his duties wasn't helping anyone let alone himself. His father's death still weighs on him heavily, but he is pushing through his training with little compliant.

Relations
Willowheart - Mother [Adoptable].
Lynxear - Father [Deceased].
Smokepaw - Litter Sister [Adoptable].

Other
I’ll be leaving his future warrior name up to Sparrowstar! I like surprises.

Appearance inspired by the highland lynx breed.

Current Name
Brokenstep.

Past/Future Names
Badgerkit, Badgerpaw.

Age
30 moons (2 years, 6 moons) old.

Gender
Male.

Sexuality
Demisexual, Biromantic.

Clan & Rank
SlateClan, Elder.

Appearance
Brokenstep is a short, broad black and white patched tom with no distinctive purebred heritage, though it is suspected he may have Siamese blood somewhere in his lineage due to the rarity of blue eyes outside fully white cats. His hair is thin, but still manages to shed a great deal. He has a round face and almond shaped, bright blue eyes. His whiskers are short and his tail is entirely black without even a speck of white. A small black dot can be found on the bridge of his muzzle and his chin.

His right hind leg is covered in scars, hair missing in clumps around the poorly healed wounds. He walks with a heavy limp as a result and was sentenced to the elder's den when it became clear it would hinder his ability to perform as an effective warrior. Despite his injury he takes it upon himself to still hunt and patrol the territory, even if not on an official patrol, and has built up a decent amount of muscle as a result, keeping himself in shape.

Personality
Outwardly volatile and unpleasant. He doesn’t trust easily and expects the worst out of everyone. Brokenstep spends most of his days keeping out of the rest of the Clan's way, often only lingering among them when he is needed for a task. A general first impression of the fellow might be that he’s an extreme cynic with trust issues, and that assumption wouldn't exactly be wrong. While he will keep to himself given the chance, infamous for his sharp tongue, he’s been known to intervene if someone needed help and isn't lacking in courage. He doesn't have many friends to speak of, his tetchy nature proving a bit much for some.

Brokenstep isn’t a cat particularly used to being treated nicely and views himself poorly. As such, he doesn't know how to deal with friendly felines and will still prove quite prickly even in the face of genuine kindness. An attitude like that rightfully tends to push others away, but should anyone prove persistent enough to stick around he’ll eventually grow less guarded around that particular individual. He isn't without talents beyond healing, shockingly fierce in combat and constantly vigilant. Despite a deep-set bitterness over his injury and ranking as an elder he clearly still has the Clan's best interests at heart. It isn't rare to find him sitting guard while the Clan sleeps or keeping a close eye on the younger cats.

History
Once a promising warrior apprentice, Brokenstep was born under the name Badgerkit. One of two offspring, despite being the runt of the litter and rather scrawny it was undeniable he'd make a fine warrior one day, a determined and devoted youngster.

His dreams of becoming one of SlateClan's most respected warriors were cut short in a training session gone wrong. Baderpaw's mentor Pinefrost was always particularly harsh and pushed his apprentice to his limits. No one is quite sure what happened as he won't speak of it, but one day Badgerpaw returned to camp with a broken, mangled leg. Despite the medicine cat's best efforts it never healed properly, leaving him with a permanent limp.

When it became clear he couldn't continue his training he was re-titled Brokenstep (though some question the former leader's motives for such a potentially cruel name) and he was ushered to the elder's den despite his protests. To say he's grown bitter and discontent with his role is an understatement.

Relations
Patchfur - Mother [Adoptable].
Shadowfang - Father [Adoptable].
Spidertail - Litter Brother [Adoptable].

Other
Not sure if this can be asked for or not, but if the medicine cat apprentice ever becomes available, could he be taken into consideration?

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Current Name
Hazelpelt.

Past/Future Names
Hazelkit, Hazelpaw.

Age
20 moons (1 year, 8 months) old.

Gender
Female.

Sexuality
Pansexual.

Clan & Rank
SlateClan, Warrior.

Appearance
A dainty she-cat with a medium length, brown pelt ticked by charcoal colored hairs along the back, sides and tail, which ends in a black tip, while thin, dark stripes mark her face and legs. White fur covers her paws, underbelly, throat and chest as well as the entire right side of her muzzle while only a small smudge creeps up the left side. Her nose is a nearly similar shade to her pelt save for the slight pinkish hue it carries. Her eyes are large, round and bright golden.

Long, pale fur extends from inside her wide, pointed ears, a trait which she proves sensitive about, fearing it makes her look strange. Her tail is quite bushy, perhaps the fluffiest part of her body, while the fur around her throat and chest also lengthens into a small ruff. Her head is moderately wedge shaped with a short, rounded muzzle. Her face is quite akin to a Somali, though she doesn't appear to share the breed's rust colored pelt.

Personality
An anxious she-cat with a shy, reclusive demeanor. Growing up in the shadow of a highly talented sister has left Hazelpelt extremely self-conscious regarding her own skills. Her combat skills are a bit lacking, but she appears to be an excellent hunter. All the same, Hazelpelt wishes she could be and do more and doesn't seem to recognize she has any gifts at all, considering herself simply average, even her name. While she doesn't resent Finchsong, she can't help feeling like she doesn't exist when the other molly is around.

History
Born into a small litter of three, Hazelkit and Finchkit's single brother Pebblekit did not live long enough to become a paw. It caused their parents quite a bit of grief, but the girls were too young to truly acknowledge the loss. As a kit Hazelpelt was eager and outgoing, but this enthusiasm slowly faded into a more reserved personality the older she grew. Finchpaw proved right away to be the more skilled of the two and their parents heavily preferred her over Hazelpelt. The young tabby never complained and her parents were certainly not unkind to her, but every cat could see who their favorite daughter was, and every proud, loving gaze sent Finchsong's way instead of hers began to feel like a dagger to the heart.

Relations
Acornflower - Mother [Deceased].
Harewhisker - Father [Adoptable].
Finchsong - Litter Sister [Adoptable].