Name: Ghostwalker
Gender: male
Age: old
Rank: Medicine cat
Tribe/Clan/Other: mountain clan
Personality: Grumpy, generally in a bad mood, and blunt. Does care about his clanmates and their well being though
Appearance: Ragged longhaired tom with matted and slightly stained white fur with grey tabby marks, milky blue eyes with severe cataracts
Likes: quiet, sweet smells, sun
Dislikes: kits (they're too loud and hard to keep track of), his paws being cold, hotheaded cats with hero complex's
Bio(Optional): Ghostwalker was a former rogue, but as far as anyone's concerned he's been part of mountain clan for as long as anyone can remember. One of the oldest cats between the tribes and clans, ghostwalker has learned from past mistakes and has several regrets (one of which not being able to save his sister long ago when she caught a disease that caused her to foam at the mouth and go bad) and tries to keep others from making the same ones. So far he's refused to take on another apprentice since the death of his last one.

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Name: Brushflower
Gender: female
Age: 35 moons
Rank: Leader
Tribe/Clan/Other: Lake Clan
Personality: Brushflower is the only friend anyone ever needs. She’s deeply devoted, and loves as fiercely as she works. She’s just as in love with her work as she is with others, spending much of her time collecting herbs or keeping them tidy in her den. But she’s also quite social, and can often be caught chatting or lounging with friends. Perhaps her most fatal flaw is her stubborn determination. She won’t ever give up on a cat, be it sick, mistrusted, or lost. This stubbornness, however, extends to her own views. She’ll break rules if she believes she has to, and never lets anything but herself set limits. She feels everything deeply, be it love or sadness, and never breaks a promise. Brushflower is motherly and kind, a bundle of warmth for anyone who needs it, but she’s hardly overly optimistic. She’s honest about everything, be it her feelings or her ideas, and can never quite keep a secret.

Despite the often hard decisions her line of work demands Brushflower does her best to remain soft, always welcoming cats into her den and offering to share a meal. She’s always acutely aware of relationships in her clan, who stays alone by choice and who is forced to. She’s very adept at reading others, but often too soft to cut them out of her life if they grow toxic. She trusts easily and wholeheartedly, as she does all things, which makes her easy to manipulate. She’s clever, there’s certainly cats who are clever enough to do so.

Brushflower is a master of memory, as one must be in her line of work. She never forgets a name or a face, or a deed, good or bad. Though she hardly lets a bad deed guide her judgement. Despite her near inability to forget Brushflower is quick to forgive. She doesn’t believe in lingering in the past, and struggles to understand cats who do. She’s a firm believer in looking ahead and preparing for the future, and hence struggles to learn from past mistakes. She’s much quicker to forgive others than she is to forgive herself, and perhaps her deep devotion to her clan stems from a lack of one to herself. But she’s slowly learning to love herself. Slowly, but surely, as all things must be.

Appearance: With a pelt the color of burning wood, Brushflower is not only aptly named, but well suited for her environment. She bears no markings but certainly stands out from a crowd. Her russet coat is uncommon among her kind, as is her size. She tends to tower above a crowd, most of her size being in height as opposed to heft. Perhaps unproportional but still beloved and quite useful are her claws, almost badger like, ideal for uprooting plants and herbs to restock her den. Her eyes are soft and muted, warm, holding a world full of love for whomever she welcomes into them. And oh, does she ever. She has no scars, testament to a life dedicated to healing as opposed to harming.

Her coat is long but perfectly kept, as meticulously organized as her den. Her ears are a milky, creamy white, certainly the brightest part of her. The rest of her is varying shades of cream and cocoa, like a cup of coffee freshly creamed. Brushflower’s tail is long and often emotes for her, curling and sinking with her feelings. The front of her hind legs are stained a darker brown, as if she fell, feet first, into a cup of dark tea. There is nothing sharp or sudden about her appearance or personality, and she does her absolute best to keep it that way.

Likes: Brushflower likes herbs, flowers, butterflies, kits, and her clan.

Dislikes: She dislikes bullies, anyone who kills another cat, when she cannot save a cat, and doesn't like fighting.

Bio(Optional): History
Brushflower was born and raised in Lake clan. She was a cute and curious kit. While growing up she didn't really take well to foraging. She always wanted to practice her skills. This caused her to become apprentice to the deputy at that time. There she learned what it meant to be a clan cat and found herself idolizing the leader.. This turned out to be her calling. She trained under the deputy and when they passed away she was given the title. Several moons later there was a clan territory dispute and the leader was badly injured. Their wounds led to their eventual death and the leader position was given to Brushflower. As she received her nine lives she heard starclan call to her and has been leader ever since.

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