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Just in case someday, I want to use them again!

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Lightningflash
StoneClan Warrior

General Information

Name » Flash.
   - Former name(s): Flash.
Gender Identity » Cisgender.
   - Pronouns: He/him.
Sexuality » Unknown.
Age » Twenty-one moons.
   - Birth date: Leaf-fall fifteen, year five.
Allegiance » Loner.
   - Previous Allegiance: None.
Beliefs » Atheist.
Rank » None.
   - Previous Rank(s): None.

Appearance

Lightningflash's two front paws lead from a raven black to small white socks. He is built for speed, and he could outrun most spry young LightningClan apprentices. Through a lifetime of racing his brother through fields for amusement, Lightningflash has built up an impressive stamina. He has a long, thick tail that is perfect for balancing as he runs. His tufted tail is as dark as the majority of his coat, ending with a pure white tip. His dark face highlight the abrupt yellow of his round eyes. They seem almost owl-like in appearance, and stand out against his murky, handsome features. Lightningflash naturally has a slight build, with strong back legs that unlike the rest of him, are painted entirely white. His legs are somewhat stubby and thick, giving him both the impression of weakness and of strength all at once. Lightningflash is entirely indistinguishable from his brother, the two appear almost as the mirror image of the other. Lightningflash's muzzle is split evenly into black and white sections, but one part tapering off in a straight line from his nose up past his eyes. He has small, pointed black ears, which always swivel towards the most interesting thing in the vicinity. He has lengthy, downy white whiskers that trail from his muzzle downwards, twitching with every smile and laugh.

Summary » A black and white tom with round, yellow eyes.

Eye colour » Yellow.
Pelt colour » Black and white.
Pelt markings » Tuxedo.
Build » Lean, light and long.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

Lightningflash is very obvious about his thoughts and feelings. Even when he tries to, he is terrible at keeping his intentions hidden. It is very easy to tell exactly how he feels about other cats and exactly where he stands in any given situation. His expressions are very animated, every emotion he feels is immediately clear on his face. Nothing he feels is buried deep inside, and is always displayed with the full blast of raw and genuine emotion. He is unpatriotic, and will continue to feel this way even after he eventually becomes a clan cat. Having been born and raised as a loner, he doesn't understand the pride that clan cats take in their clan, and the deep connection they feel to it. He views the clans as families, not as specific and separate groups. He doesn't understand why any cat would be proud of where they are born or where they come from, as it is not really an achievement of that particular cat. It all seems rather silly to him, the way the clans squabble and fight. He believes that if they just learned to work together, then all cats would benefit equally. He sees all other cats as important, even those outside of his own clan. He wouldn't hesitate to help others with whatever it was they needed, even an "enemy". He mentally keeps himself separate from the silly clan-specific conflicts.

Lightningflash is reactionary, preferring to take action in the moment rather than think and plan ahead. He responds to his environment and lets the actions and words of others influence his own paws. He does things in response to other things, and it is rarely any different. He can be very stubborn, and sticks by his words and opinions no matter what. It is very hard to get this tom to budge on anything. He has firm, rigid opinions and is not open to changing them. Flash is very weak-willed in that he finds it very hard to resist the influence of his own impulses. He is not religious, and believes in neither a higher power nor an afterlife. Ashpaw has mentioned StarClan to him, but Flash doesn't really believe in them. He thinks that religion and spirituality is mostly a comforting story or legend that cats tell eachother to chase away the fear of death. When he looks up to the stars, he just sees the dark and empty black of the night sky, not the twinkling spirits of lost cats. Flash has a very fanciful view of the world. He sees warriors as noble heroes, and his entire perception of the clans is very fantastical. He likens himself to a noble knight, and his dreams of grandeur and heroism may one day get him into trouble. He sees the world in a dreamy haze, and despite his lack of belief in magic his belief in pure-hearted warrior cats is strong.

Lightningflash is optimistic, loving to look on the bright side. He never gives up, and always pushes himself to believe that the best outcome is possible out of everything. No matter what the odds, Lightningflash will never give up. He is an amusing and fun-loving cat. He loves to put smiles on other's faces and he goes out of his way to make others laugh. He can be disobedient, slow to follow orders if at all. He likes to be his own cat and have his own autonomy, and trusts his own gut above all others. Though he has a more playful, laid back attitude, Lightningflash is very proud, which can be a great boost to his confidence. He likes to be the best, and sees nearly everything in life as a game or a competition. He is determined and loyal, and finds it very hard to give up. He sticks by his friends and family no matter what, and considers any small betrayal a serious breach of trust. Flash is very excitable, and his energy is seemingly boundless. He never slows down and inaction or boredom drives him crazy. He is a very amiable tom, he loves to be friendly towards other cats and build new relationships. His playful and easily distracted nature give him an immature, kit-like quality that many cats find endearing.

Positive traits » Optimistic, loyal, amiable, excitable, playful.
Neutral traits » Determined, amusing, not religious, stubborn, proud, unpatriotic.
Negative traits » Obvious, reactionary, weak-willed, fanciful, easily distracted, disobedient.

Family

Family tree » None.

Mother » Wander / Bio
Brother » Tumbleheart / Bio
Adoptive brother » Ashpaw / Bio

Relationships

Mentor » None.
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

Lightningflash is Tumbleheart's twin brother. The two have been inseparable since birth, all the way up to adulthood. Flash and Tumble were both born to a loner she-cat named Wander, whose name suited every bit of her personality. The tom that fathered them was never present, and Wander never told them his name or what he looked like. Flash was named after his personality, just like his mother Wander was. He was always the first to everything, first born, first to start walking and talking, first to catch prey and first to wake every morning. His speedy and impatient nature suited his name very much, and Flash has always had a bit of an ego boost because of it. He is a bit leaner than his twin brother, and is notably fast. He runs so fast that his paws seem to scarcely skim the ground. He lived a mostly peaceful, uneventful life with his mother and brother, until one day he and his mother spotted a fox. At first they thought it was dragging a rabbit, but when they moved closer, they saw that it was actually a small, silver cat. The three loners worked as a family to save the tom from the ginger animal, and drove it off. The three toms have now begun making their way back to the valley, where Ashpaw is taking both of them to join StoneClan. Flash was very reluctant to leave his mother, but Wander insisted that they needed to build their own lives and find their own paths. Though Ashpaw is younger than Lightningflash, he has a lot of admiration for him and looks up to him a bit.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Fogcloud
RainClan Warrior

General Information

Name » Fogcloud.
   - Past name(s): Fogkit, Fogpaw.
Gender Identity » Nonbinary.
   - Pronouns: They/them.
Sexuality » Unknown.
Age » 17 moons.
   - Birth date: Leaf-fall 18, year 6.
Clan » RainClan.
   - Previous Clan(s): None.
Beliefs » Unknown.
Rank » Warrior.
   - Previous Rank(s): None.

Appearance

Fogcloud's most distinguishing feature are their warm green eyes, which stand out against the pale colour palette of the rest of their pelt. Their eyes are softly rounded, seated upon a smooth, flat muzzle. Their scent, as expected from a RainClan cat, is that of the river and of the fish who inhabit it. Rather than finding this scent unpleasant, it comforts them, as the river and the fish are their main source of relaxation and leisure. Unlike their brightly coloured siblings, Fogcloud was born with diluted calico fur, making them stand out from their brother and sister from the very start. They have wide, large paws that look like the suit the paws of a fighter, not a gentle cat like Fogcloud. Their pelt is rather fluffy and hangs down from their body in big thick bushels. Often during the snow, their fur will become clogged with it, which is a massive nuisance to them. Their face, almost entirely lost in the thick mane that surrounds it, is incredibly round, giving them a soft and friendly look despite their size. Though they look somewhat menacing, Fogcloud isn't quite built for fighting. The strongest part of their body are their front fore-paws, from catching fish.

Their pelt is almost entirely grey, earning them their name. The occasional cream splash and white underbelly highlights their markings. They walk with the slow, plodding pace of a large cat that doesn't want to be noticed. Like most RainClan cats, Fogcloud keeps their fur well-groomed and tidy, and is often appalled by the state of their brother's fur. They tend to drop their gaze a lot, giving an impression of nervousness, but anxiety is not what averts this feline's eyes. They are rather tall, and can often be mistaken for a tom at a distance. Then again, they are frequently mistaken for a molly up close, too.

Summary » A bushy-furred silver and cream dilute calico with light green eyes.

Eye colour » Light green.
Pelt colour » Grey, cream and white.
Pelt markings » Dilute calico.
Build » Large, muscular.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

Fogcloud is rarely specific or clear in what they say. Sometimes they find it difficult to be concise in their words, which can lead to some confusion over what exactly they mean. The same has been the case in terms of their gender identity, many cats in the Clan struggle to understand their desire to neither be viewed as a tom or a she-cat as they fail to be able to explain it in a way that makes sense to others. If there's one thing other cats appreciate about them though, it's that they are entirely sincere. They mean no harm on anyone and that is clear to any cat who bothers to get to properly know them. They are convicted to their Clan, a cat who only wants to fish and do their own thing without causing any trouble or drama. If you want a cat to get something done well, you should definitely go to Fogcloud. They are methodical and efficient in everything they do, always searching for how to get the best results in anything. They enjoy chores most other cats would reject, as they find simple pleasure in the act of doing something to the best of their ability.

It is tricky to become friends with this cat. Many don't bother trying, for to any outsider Fogcloud seems as aloof as a cloud. They don't seem friendly, sounding cold and distant in most of their interactions with new cats. This hasn't one them many friends, and they tend to be somewhat of a loner in their own Clan. They have a mysterious air about them that tends to give rise to silly rumours, rumours that they try their best to ignore. They like to stand on their own four paws, and if their clanmates can't respect that, then they'll survive. They have always been the level-headed, somewhat odd addition to their litter of three. They tend to keep their thoughts to themself unless they see it as worth contributing to the conversation, making them rather quiet.

They find it difficult to take compliments, and are very gracious when it comes to success. They would never come across as overly proud of themself to others, and finds praise almost uncomfortable. They aren't much of a risk-taker, and always weigh a situation out before taking action. They aren't inclined to stick their neck out unless the situation is definitely dire. They can be somewhat forgetful, especially when it comes to social promises. It isn't uncommon for them to go out hunting and vanish when they had promised to join a border patrol that evening. They have always been mature for their age. The saying goes that you can't put an old head on young shoulders, but Fogcloud is already off to a pretty good start despite their lack of life experience. They prefer their own company and enjoy spending long hours down by the river, fishing or otherwise enjoying the luxury of solitude. They are easily discouraged from something and can quickly give up if anything goes wrong, which is where their main dislike of fighting stems from. They never had a natural knack for it, and so they poured all their energy into learning how to fish.

Positive traits » Independent, efficient, mature, earnest, modest.
Neutral traits » Retiring, placid, enigmatic, quiet, circumspect.
Negative traits » Forgetful, cautious, vague, easily discouraged, aloof.
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Family

Family tree » TBA.

Father » Lionstride 
Mother » Cygnetwing / Bio
Brother(s) » Perchpelt, Storkleg / Bio, Heronsplash / Bio
Sister(s) » Poppytail / Bio, Carpleap / Bio

Relationships

Mentor » TBA.
Apprentice(s) » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

Cygnetwing had not been a new mother when she had given birth to Fogkit, Perchkit and Poppykit. In fact, she had already borne two litters of kits. Fogkit's older siblings Heronkit and Stork-kit. Carpkit also came to be part of the brood many moons later. Fogkit's older sister Carpkit did not have an ordinary upbringing. She was born in the direct aftermath of the infamous RainClan civil war. Cygnetwing had been a purist, one of the last remaining of that side of the war in fact. Cygnetwing made the decision to return to RainClan in order to ensure the survival of her young kit, entering her own birth-home with all the dignity of a prisoner. Of course, she was treated with suspicion and even resentment. She had to earn back the trust of her clanmates, and assimilate young Carp-paw into the life of a Clan where she had never experienced one before. Most of her clanmates regarded Cygnetwing with mistrust and disdain. But not Lionstride. He became her main friend and confidant, and it wasn't long before rumours of Cygnetwing's third pregnancy had spread. Fogkit, Poppykit and Perchkit were borne into the Clan, the civil war an unreachable piece of the past to them.

Cygnetwing decided not to share her purist roots with her impressionable young kits. Instead, she dedicated herself to teaching them loyalty to RainClan as one unit rather than divided into two parties. She was determined that their young minds be filled with values of the Warrior Code rather than the varying opinions on blood purity and the war fought to shed pure and impure blood alike. Fogkit's father was very involved in the upbringing of them and their siblings, he prided himself in being a good father. Even back then, Fogkit seemed a little more distant than most kits at that age. They preferred to wander off to their own little corner of the camp and listen to the sigh of the river. Sometimes, this worried Cygnetwing, who could feel the scrutiny of her clanmates over her and her kits. As hard as Fogkit's parents tried, they were acutely aware of the tension, the whisperings and the disapproving glances. No amount of parental love could block out the realities of a tough world. Of course, other cats waited until Lionstride was out of earshot before badmouthing his kits, he would not tolerate any rumours or insults directed at his children. Fogkit never knew their older brothers, Heronsplash and Storkleg, very well. They grew up instead with Carp-paw playing the "older sister" role. Eventually, she was named Carpleap, and became too wrapped up in warriors duties to spend all too much time with her younger siblings.

Fogkit didn't even seem excited for their apprentice ceremony. They regarded the day with the same neutrality they regarded any day, with perhaps the occasional smile drifting over their lips. A certain sense of discomfort and dissatisfaction came over them throughout their apprenticeship, however. They found themself feeling hollow, like they had been scooped out or perhaps there had always been a little something missing. They became quiet and withdrawn, but kept their misgivings about their feelings private. It was rare for Fogpaw to give much about their own emotions away, and they remained calm and level-headed much into their apprenticeship. This calm was abruptly threatened by Poppypaw and her mentor Berrybreeze's terrible habit of leaving all the worst chores to Perchpaw and Fogpaw. A burning resentment built up in Fogpaw's heart, and they found themself beginning to dislike their sister despite themself. Fogpaw and Perchpaw began to gang up on her, the resentment broiling until two siblings isolated the one. However, rather than ignore their unhappiness, Poppypaw agreed to help more with the less favourable apprentice work. This was enough to settle Fogpaw's anger, and they quickly forgave their sister and moved on from the quarrel. Perchpaw was not quite so forgiving, and Fogpaw's quick acceptance made him resent them too. Perchpaw and Fogpaw grew ever more distant while the other two siblings pulled closer together. 

A chance encounter with a young loner along the RainClan border one fine morning when they were simply trying to find somewhere to relax on their own led to an interesting journey of self-discovery. Though Fogpaw was tense at the prospect of encountering an outsider, they did not want to attack this cat who seemed not much older than themself. The pair struck up a conversation, which Fogpaw had not entirely wanted, as they didn't really enjoy long, drawn-out conversations. The cat revealed, however, that they came from a small family of loners where no cat was gendered. Fogpaw was shocked by this prospect, and listened while the loner explained how their own family believed that dividing cats into categories based on things like that were ridiculous. Every cat was referred to the same way. Fogpaw came away from that conversation with a heavy sense of peace, one they didn't quite understand. They mulled over what the loner had told them for several moons afterwards, wondering. They had never quite enjoyed being referred to as a she-cat, but assumed they were just being odd like other cats told them they were. But the suggestion that a cat could truly be neither... it was an entirely new idea to Fogpaw. Poppypaw was the first cat they went to, about two moons before they were made a warrior. Upon confessing to Poppypaw that they worried they were neither a tom nor a she-cat, Poppypaw was surprisingly supportive and unconfused. When Fogpaw finally built up the courage to ask other cats to refer to them neutrally, they were met with mixtures of disdain and disregard. Some cats found it strange, others didn't care at all. Still, Fogpaw was relieved. They were met with utter derision from Perchpaw, however, who refused to respect the change. This only led to Fogpaw trying to avoid him even more often than before, feeling a pang of regret for that now soured relationship.

They passed their assessment before Poppypaw, earning the name Fogcloud. They knew it was likely a reference to their distant and solitary nature, but they didn't mind. At least now, when they were alone, they were at peace with who they were, and for the first time since they were a kit the world just felt right. Or at least, it had, until Lionstride's sudden passing. The loss of their father tore a massive hole in Fogcloud's short-lived euphoria, and they have currently dedicated themself to being there to emotionally support their sister and brother. Becoming that base layer of support has been how they have coped with their own grief, as well as pouring themself into their work as a warrior.

Note: Adopted from KARAZHAL

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

- Winner of Greenleaf Year 6 Character of the Season award!
- Winner of Greenleaf Year 6 Relationship of the Season award, alongside Breezekit and Hollowkit!
- Winner of Greenleaf Year 6 Thread of the Season award, alongside Roachkit and Hollowkit in Bad Blood!

Bramblepaw
NightClan Apprentice

General Information

Name » Bramblepaw.
   - Former name(s): Bramblekit.
Gender Identity » Unknown.
   - Pronouns: She/her.
Sexuality » Heterosexual.
Age » Nine moons.
   - Birth date: New-leaf three, year six.
Clan » NightClan.
   - Previous Clan: None.
Beliefs » StarClan.
Rank » Apprentice.
   - Previous Rank(s): Kit.

Appearance

Bramblepaw has long, feathery white whiskers that droop down from her muzzle, past her white-splashed chin. She has erect and pointed brown ears that are dotted with white spots. Her small, neat little claws are white with a pink quick. Her round, attentive eyes are a mellow golden-brown colour, standing out brilliantly on her pale face. Her tail is a dark chocolate brown, long and sinuous, and can typically be seen curled neatly at her paws or twined up in the air with excitement. She has lanky, sturdy legs that are the exact same shade of dark brown as her tail, owing to the point markings she inherited from her grandmother. She is a slim, thin little cat, but that doesn't seem to hinder her whatsoever. In fact, her size almost seems to encourage her to find ways to squeeze into the smallest hiding spots in NightClan's camp. Bramblepaw has short and luxuriously soft pale brown fur. She has a small pink and brown speckled nose which almost always twitches with excitement. Her neat little brown paws have a tendency of walking her into trouble, and Bramblepaw is certainly the most likely out of all her littermates to end up covered in mud or otherwise in some state of messiness.

Summary » A short-furred brown point she-cat with round yellow eyes and a speckled nose.

Eye colour » Yellow.
Pelt colour » Brown, pale brown.
Pelt markings » Point.
Build » Lanky, slim.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

Bramblepaw finds it very easy to get along with other cats and will almost always assume the best of anyone she meets. She is constantly willing to make friends or at least get on friendly terms with nearly anyone she meets, and this gives her a reputation for being an outgoing and amiable little she-cat. Bramblepaw has endless amounts of energy. She adores playing and running and everything that involves movement at all. She can hardly sit still and tends to fidget an awful lot even when asked to. When particularly hyper, it's very difficult to get her to shut up, and she'll talk and talk and talk until every cat's ears drop off from trying to keep up with her. She isn't afraid to hurl herself into a fight, and is always willing to stand up for her clanmates.

Positive traits » Friendly, affectionate, sympathetic, energetic, lively, active.
Neutral traits » Straightforward, frank.
Negative traits » Clingy, persistent, possessive, hoggish, reckless, impulsive, daring, careless.

Family

Family tree » Link.

Father » Thistleheart / Bio
Mother » Thornscar / Bio
Brother » Hollowpaw / Bio
Sister » Breezepaw / Bio
Aunt(s) » Darkstar / Bio, Cobrastrike / Bio
Uncle » Shadowchaser / Bio
Grandmother(s) » Echobreeze / Bio, Ivyshade
Grandfather(s) » Hollowcry, Blackthorn

Relationships

Mentor » Greywolf / Bio
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

Bramblekit was born to Thistleheart and Thornscar after the pair decided that NightClan needed more warriors. The two were not mates, were far from in love, but were good friends who trusted eachother and made the choice to raise kits together. It took Bramblekit awhile to figure out that her parents weren't exactly lovebirds, and the realization came as a bit of a shock to her. Bramblekit had assumed that cats had to be in love to have kits, and she was hurt and confused that she was born not out of love, but out of necessity. It didn't take her long to recover from that shock, however, and Bramblekit returned to her boisterous and energetic self. Out of curiosity, Bramblekit attempted to leave NightClan's underground home when she was quite young. She was caught by a warrior named Greywolf, however, who did not scold her. Instead, she was impressed by the kit's willingness to explore, and brought her outside into the open air for the first time. That experience forged an admiration for Greywolf in the young kit, one that stuck with her all throughout kithood.

When she was only four moons old, a terrible flood drove NightClan out of their homes. Bramblekit had been woken by the roar of water pouring into the underground cavern, flooding the main chambers and seeping into the nursery. She and her littermates were fortunate enough to escape the flood unharmed, but Bramblekit was forever impacted by the experience. She has since been afraid of water, and avoids rivers and streams when possible. She isn't a strong swimmer, so avoidance could be considered safer.

The stress of remaining away from home in a bright, open clearing on the outskirts of NightClan's flooded territory got to all of the kits. Soon, a bitter rivalry broke out between Hollowkit and Roachkit, and Bramblekit began to get dragged into the conflict simply because she was Hollowkit's sister. It was another two moons before NightClan could safely return home, and by the time they did Bramblekit and her littermates were fast approaching the age of six moons. She stood proudly alongside her littermates as her new name was called, Bramblepaw. Given to Greywolf to mentor, Bramblepaw couldn't have been more excited to begin her training. She ventured out into the world with Greywolf at her side to explore the Deer Path, a place of generations of bloodshed and war. It was the first taste of violence that Bramblepaw would have since her fight with Roachpaw when they  were both kits, and she soon came to develop a NightClan cat's sense of awe and admiration for bloodshed and courage in battle. Longing to prove herself, and to be ready for any impending war with TreeClan, Bramblepaw continued to practice battle tactics with her littermates, the joyful games of childhood developing into genuine preparation for potentially battling for their lives.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Asterpaw
TreeClan Apprentice

General Information

Name » Asterpaw.
   - Former name(s): Asterkit.
Gender Identity » Unknown.
   - Pronouns: He/him.
Sexuality » Bisexual. (to be bought)
Age » Ten moons.
   - Birth date: Leaf-bare twenty-seven, year six.
Clan » TreeClan.
   - Previous Clan: None.
Beliefs » Uncertain.
Rank » Apprentice.
   - Previous Rank(s): Kit.

Appearance

The first thing that most cats notice about Asterpaw are his large, tufted ears. They sit erect on his head, still as stone, never so much as a flicker unless some outside force such as a breeze or a paw touches them. The small tufts at the apex of his ears give him a regal, handsome look, but despite their beauty Asterpaw's ears are entirely useless, for he was born deaf. The tom has a long muzzle and an angular facial structure, which looks more awkward and strange as a kit. As he grows, it will give him a powerful, royal appearance. His large muzzle ends with a small pink nose, with wiry whiskers extending out from above his mouth. Though his build is rather awkwardly thrown together now, Asterpaw will grow into his lanky body. At first, he will be rather clumsy in manoeuvring his way around camp on his clunky paws, but as he grows he will become an elegant and graceful tom. He is rather small, even as a kit, but will grow into a tall, lean-muscled tom with time. He has long, gangly limbs, which attribute to his clumsiness. There are times when he looks almost like a little white spider sauntering about camp. His fur is medium-length and smooth, standing out in tufts of spikes on his head, limbs and rump. His pelt is pure white, with no blemishes or unique markings. His eyes are wide, round and haunting. They are very alert, darting around him to take in his surroundings. Their irises are a shocking shade of blue, mesmerising in their iridescence. Asterpaw relies heavily on his other senses, mainly sight, touch and smell. He keeps his paws firmly on the ground, the vibrations in the earth are mainly what alert him to the presence of something he cannot see. He can be seen to open his mouth to taste the air more often than other cats naturally would, and is highly sensitive to the scents around him. As a result, he is easily displeased by any unwanted aroma, and tends to avoid the medicine den due to his dislike of the pungent smell of herbs.

Summary » A small, lanky white tom with striking blue eyes.

Eye colour » Striking blue.
Pelt colour » White.
Pelt markings » Solid.
Build » Skinny, long.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » Deaf.

Personality

Asterpaw is entirely willing to work as a team with other cats, so long as he understands what it is they want him to do. He is unlikely to resist going along with something purely for the sake of his own pride and always puts his own ego aside for the sake of moving forward. This is a trait that will really help him when he begins his training, as he will have to work much harder than most apprentices upon beginning his training. For now, he is oblivious that there is anything that makes him different than his littermates. There are times when his mother asks him to do or to stop doing something and he is not looking at her, therefore does not realise that she wants his attention. This gives the impression that he is a naughty kit, unwilling to listen to the wishes of other cats. This is not true, however, and he would definitely fall under the definition of "well-behaved" if he could hear when instructions are given.

Asterpaw is very positive and never lets anything bring him down. If he gets knocked down, he'll hop right back up again and no matter how many times he fails, he's still willing to try again. This can be seen in his playtime with his littermates, who he insists on playing with regardless of how many times his larger siblings beat him at his own game.

Asterpaw has a need to be the best at anything and everything. His desire to prove himself stem from his small stature and the special attention he receives from his mother. He feels indignant any time she scoops him up and wants nothing more than to prove how he is every bit the equal of his littermates. This competitive nature pours into every aspect of his life, from playtime to who can run to the fresh-kill pile first. Despite wanting to be the best, he's a good sport when he fails and isn't prone to sulking.

Asterpaw can only really see things his way. Though he is willing to compromise, he just can't understand alternate points of view and there are times when he does his own thing even if every other cat disagrees with him. This works out very well if yours and his views fall into line, but if they differ he can be a bit frustrating to convince otherwise. He also can't see much beyond his narrow point of view and isn't very good at coming up with alternative ideas. Asterpaw is not one to approach other cats, and he mostly prefers to keep to himself. It is difficult to build a relationship with him beyond being kin, and he is very unwilling to push for friendship. Asterpaw can seem distant and aloof, but his dislike of interacting with new cats mostly stems from how difficult it is for him to understand what it is they are saying to him and his struggles to express his own thoughts clearly.

Positive traits » Obliging, accommodating, civil, cheerful, mild, optimistic, hopeful, trusting, confident.
Neutral traits » Competitive, ambitious, combative.
Negative traits » Narrow-minded, opinionated, hidebound, unfriendly, aloof.

Family

Family tree » Link.

Father » Skyfall / Bio
Mother » Appleshade / Bio
Brother » Birchpaw / Bio
Sister » Snowpaw / Bio
Aunt(s) » Swandive / Bio, Lichenfrost
Uncle » Sprucefur / Bio, Whiteclaw / Bio
Half-Uncle » Lionstar / Bio
Grandmother(s) » Echobreeze / Bio, Ivyshade
Grandfather(s) » Hollowcry, Blackthorn

Relationships

Mentor » Foxfur / Bio
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

Asterkit was the last born kit in a litter of three to Skyfall and Appleshade of TreeClan. He was born into the world as blind and deaf as his siblings, but as time went on his hearing never developed. Not knowing his littermates possessed a sense he would never experience, Asterkit grew up as energetic as any of his littermates, if a little bewildered when other cats are confused by his strange behaviour. His mother always attempted to brush off his bewildering inattentiveness to him just being a unique little tom. But Falconstorm soon discovered that Asterkit was, in fact, born without the ability to hear. Lionstar rushed in to attempt to accommodate Asterkit's path to becoming a warrior. Asterpaw was apprenticed to Foxfur, a laid back and rambunctious she-cat chaser who was a bit rattled by the sudden call to a difficult apprenticeship. Asterpaw seems to have taken a liking to the russet tom, however. Only time would tell if his future shone as bright as that of his siblings.

Asterpaw's first venture with Foxfur was an interesting one. The russet warrior had to struggle to reach a level of communication with his deaf apprentice, and misunderstandings were abundant. In a desperate attempt to get Asterpaw accustomed to the scents of prey he would one day have to track down and hunt, Foxfur showed the young tom some mouse droppings. Bewildered and disgusted, Asterpaw didn't seem too keen on this training method. Foxfur's efforts had yet to yield much result, but no-one expected any less. It was already anticipated that Asterpaw's training would be a long and difficult challenge for any warrior to undertake.

Asterpaw's apprenticeship brought with it potential friendship. He met a young tom named Glacierpaw, whose nest was right next to his. Whether or not Asterpaw's curiosity for this lanky grey apprentice would blossom into a warm friendship, no cat could tell. But a friend might be just what Asterpaw needed to give him a sense of security and belonging in TreeClan. Glacierpaw was with him when he witnessed the first falling of snow as an apprentice, and the two shared great excitement in the beauty and magnificence of the chilling weather. However, the following night, NightClan launched a viscious attack on TreeClan's camp. Terrified at the sudden and unexplained violence erupting around him, Asterpaw still was not trained in combat and was unable to help his clanmates. He was attacked and wounded by a NightClan warrior, a moment that shattered his understanding of the peaceful life they lived in TreeClan forever.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Robinpaw
TreeClan Apprentice

General Information

Name » Robinpaw.
   - Past names: Robinkit.
Gender Identity » Unknown.
   - Pronouns: She/her.
Sexuality » Heterosexual.
Age » Fourteen moons.
   - Birth date: Greenleaf twenty-nine, year five.
Clan » TreeClan.
   - Previous Clan(s): None.
Beliefs » StarClan & Dark Forest.
Rank » Apprentice.
   - Previous Rank(s): Kit.

Appearance

Robinpaw has round, concentrated eyes that seem focused regardless of her actual mood. Their deep irises are a pale and chilly green, vibrant and noticeable against the dark splotch on her face. She has medium-length fur that conceals her thin build, with a long and fluffy tail stretching out behind her. Robinpaw has wide, tall ears that perk to attention at the slightest noise. She always seems to be listening and watching. She has a small, pink nose spotted with black freckles. Her whiskers are a pale white and noticeably long, stemming out from her muzzle and feathering around her round face. She has a slender muzzle, splashed with white. Her feathery tail is long and flowy, nearly always seen kinked above her back when she is in a cheerful mood. She has soft little paws socked with an uneven blanket of white. She has unusually long legs for a TreeClan cat, giving the impression that there may be LightningClan in her blood. She is, however, full TreeClan. She has discreet tabby markings that are enhanced by her black and ginger tortoiseshell splotches. The ginger spots are the source of her name, for the little ginger-splashed brown bird that can be found singing near TreeClan's camp.

Summary » A black and ginger torbie she-cat with uneven white splashes and pale green eyes.

Eye colour » Green.
Pelt colour » Orange, black and white.
Pelt markings » Calico tabby.
Build » Long-legged but on the smaller side.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

When Robinpaw puts her mind to a task, she sticks to it without wavering. She is a determined and somewhat stubborn she-cat, and it is difficult to pull her attention away from something she considers important. She rejects distractions and welcomes hard workers. Robinpaw does not take well to cats who cannot take anything seriously, and she could be considered quite mature for the age.

When Robinpaw cares about you, she will openly express it without batting an eye. She is a very physical cat, very comfortable twining tails and nuzzling her friends and family. She enjoys expressing her appreciation for other cats by being close to them. She has a very limited understanding of personal space and will invade it without realizing or understanding that she is doing anything wrong. She is very open about her affection for other cats, even if they express displeasure at the attention she gives them.
 
If Robinpaw could go without sleep, she would. She despises idleness and cannot sit still if there is something that needs to be done. She dislikes laziness and would be the last cat you'd expect to slack off. She frequently overworks herself, seeming to take the well-being of the entire Clan on her own two shoulders. There have been times where her mentor has actually begged her to stop offering herself up to hunting patrols. She goes out of her way to be helpful, even to the point of damaging her own health to do so. She finds it very hard to take criticism and will bristle at the very notion of doing something wrong. She typically bites back her offended nature for the sake of avoiding conflict, but if she feels unfairly criticized she will not hesitate to defend herself with a barbed tongue.

Robinpaw can be easily offended and hurt, but at least lets go of grudges fairly easily. She is also defensive of those she admires, refusing to admit or even acknowledge their faults and will become frustrated with those that do. Robinpaw can have too much belief in her own abilities and can be a bit too proud of her talents. She assumes that she is in the right in almost every situation and can be very hard to convince otherwise. She can overestimate her ability to perform in certain situations and in that sense can be a bit impulsive. This confidence may land her and others in dangerous positions in the future. It is likely that she will find herself making mistakes due to this particular trait.

Positive traits » Focused, affectionate, loyal, obedient.
Neutral traits » Hard-working, selfless.
Negative traits » Defensive, over-confident, naive.

Family

Family tree » Link.

Father » Deerstorm / Bio
Mother » Sunwind / Bio
Brother(s) » Ravenpaw, Duckpaw / Bio

Relationships

Mentor »  Finchcloud / Bio
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » Brackenstride / Bio

Roleplay Sample

"Catmint... parsley..." Robinpaw named aloud with a surge of satisfaction as she tucked the leaves away into their respective places.The green herbs felt smooth against the pad of her paw, and their overpowering scent was soothing and familiar. It had only been a little less than a season since she had begun her training as a medicine cat, and already she felt comfortable with many of the herbs and the arrangement of the medicine den. Her green eyes travelled over the stuffed stores, a smile crawling across her maw. Greenleaf had brought with it an abundance in growth, and the forest was alive with potentially life-saving medicine. The calico she-cat eased away from where she sat and moved to refresh and neaten Falconstorm's nest. It wasn't something he had asked her to do, but she found herself doing it anyway. Maybe it was a form of "thank you", for taking her on as an apprentice. When she had first come to him late at night, with her eyes full of unhappiness and frustration, she had thought for sure he would turn her away. Tell her that she couldn't become a medicine cat just because she lost her brother. But when she explained her own reasons, to her astonishment, he'd accepted.

A shadow fell across her without warning. A cat was standing in the entrance, and when she squinted she could make out the brown tabby pelt of her brother. A lump formed in her throat as Duckpaw limped sullenly into the den. "Where's Falconstorm?" He asked, green eyes harsh and ugly as he seemed to look right through her at the empty nest. "He's not here." She explained, her usual confidence fading away from her voice. She flicked an ear. "You're limping." She meowed, and stepped forward cautiously. Though it clearly pained him, Duckpaw hobbled backwards. "I'll wait for Falconstorm." He growled. Robinpaw didn't budge. "It's a thorn, isn't it?" She meowed, and Duckpaw narrowed his eyes. "C'mon, Duckpaw. Falconstorm showed me how to take one out. Just let me try. It'll only take a second." Her green eyes searched his, for a hint of the playfulness that once gleamed there when he was a kit. He turned his head away, and held out his injured paw. Relieved, Robinpaw stepped forward. She could see the thorn, it wasn't large. Gently closing her teeth around the hilt, she gripped it firmly and tugged directly outwards, just like her mentor had done for every paw that got impaled on the annoying little spikes. Duckpaw hissed in pain, and without waiting for Robinpaw to do anything else, began to lick the small injury that was welling with blood. He then turned his back and left the den without another word. Robinpaw watched him go, an ache clutching at her heart.

The sun was going down by the time Falconstorm returned, a bundle of plants in his mouth. He noticed  the look on Robinpaw's face, and his eyes were questioning when she looked at him. "I'm fine." She meowed, the words flat and soulless. She settled down to store the newly gathered herbs in silence. When the job was done, she stood on petite white paws and plopped into her nest without bothering to fetch freshkill. Tomorrow. She thought. Tomorrow's another day. She had repeated those three words to herself every night for the past few moons.

History

Robinkit, Ravenkit and Duck-kit were born to Deerstorm and Sunwind following their swiftly blossoming relationship. The two quickly decided to bear kits and the rambunctious litter of kits was the result. Robinkit and Duck-kit were named for their appearances, with Robinkit resembling the plump little songbird and Duck-kit taking after his father's brown pelt. Ravenkit was named after Sunwind's own mentor, who she considered more of a father figure than her own father ever had been. The kits had a typical upbringing, they grew up relatively safe and happy in TreeClan camp. Robinkit was always a very well-behaved kit, contrasted to her brother Ravenkit. Ravenkit always seemed to find himself in the medicine den for one reason or another, typically due to his own adventurous nature. Duck-kit began to worship Ravenkit, to the point where he would do anything his brother told him to. Robinkit found it nearly impossible to keep up with her brothers, and found herself growing a bit lonely towards the end of her kithood.

Upon being named apprentices, Robinpaw decided to put all her energy into becoming the best warrior that she could be. She grew ever more distant from her brothers, and longed to build a proper relationship with them. Sadly, every attempt she made was rejected by the two brothers, as they believed she would snitch on their mischief if she knew about the things they planned to do. Robinpaw did indeed snitch on them a few times, but only because she was afraid that they would be hurt in their adventures. Robinpaw told Lionstar about a plot Ravenpaw and Duckpaw had to leave TreeClan territory to go explore. The two were caught in the act fairly easily and they lost their opportunity to go to their first gathering. Duckpaw and Ravenpaw were furious with Robinpaw, and though she did feel guilty, she felt she did the right thing. It was stupid to go beyond the territory alone, and the two could have found themselves in very real danger.

Eventually, Robinpaw realised that Ravenpaw and Duckpaw were planning something big. In the early hours of the morning that they were planning to sneak out, she confronted them. Duckpaw and Ravenpaw were angry that they had been found out and believed Robinpaw wanted to snitch on them again, but to their surprise, it turned out that Robinpaw wanted to sneak out with them. She was desperate to make it up to her brothers and be apart of the litter for real. So the three apprentices sneaked out, and Ravenpaw and Duckpaw revealed that their plan was to go to StarClan's Claws so they could have a gathering of their own. Robinpaw thought it was a mouse-brained idea, but she didn't want to say so in front of Ravenpaw and Duckpaw. So she went along with it.

They followed the brook towards StarClan's claws, through the dark forest. The scent of the other Clans still lingered in the air, and all over the grass as well. Robinpaw began to feel a bit nervous, but Ravenpaw was as confident as ever. Following the water, they came to where the brook widened out into a fierce river. A damaged tree dipped over the water, and Ravenpaw decided that this was the perfect moment for him to show off. He jumped up onto the tree, and walked out right over the water. He dared his siblings to do the same. Duckpaw immediately leaped up onto the wood, but Robinpaw hesitated. Ravenpaw jeered at her until finally she hauled herself up onto the dying tree. Ravenpaw was annoyed that she had found the courage to prove him wrong, and he began to climb further out onto a weak branch. The branch was wet with waterspray, and Ravenpaw lost his grip. When he hit the water, the shock of the cold water immediately stunned him. Dazed, he panicked in the water and struggled to keep his head above the water.

Neither Robinpaw nor Duckpaw could swim, so they leaped down onto the shore and called out to Ravenpaw. His paws numb from the cold, Ravenpaw was barely able to hold his chin high enough to breathe. He paddled closer to the shore, and Robinpaw and Duckpaw both dragged him out by the scruff. When they finally did, Ravenpaw was silent and shivering, matted like a drowned rat. He tried to speak to them, but his words were slurred and indiscernible. He seemed sleepy and confused. Robinpaw and Duckpaw tried to convince him to stand up, but he slumped over and appeared to slip into a drowsy sleep. When Robinpaw shook him, he didn't stir. Robinpaw and Duckpaw lay on either side of the dark tom, trying to keep him warm, but the cold of his flesh seemed to simply spread from him to her. She shivered. Then froze. The thin whisps of breath that had puffed from Ravenpaw's lips had vanished. Robinpaw scrambled to her paws and shook him as hard as she could, but he didn't budge.

She froze. She had no idea what to do to help him. Duckpaw screamed at her to get help, but it was as though she didn't even hear him. Eventually, Duckpaw abandoned his sister with his brother and ran to get help. He returned with startled TreeClan warriors, who were stunned that Duckpaw and his siblings had even managed to get past the guards. Robinpaw was still frozen at Ravenpaw's side. The warriors carried Ravenpaw back to camp with Duckpaw and Robinpaw in tow. When they finally reached the camp, the older cats in the Clan softly told Duckpaw and Robinpaw that their brother was gone, he had been cold for too long and there was nothing they could do. Duckpaw began wailing, but Robinpaw just felt confused, with a coldness washing over her.

Lionstar took both Duckpaw and Robinpaw aside to tell them off for sneaking out to StarClan's claws, but he believed Robinpaw and Duckpaw had been punished enough by the loss of their brother. It was only during Ravenpaw's vigil that the situation finally hit Robinpaw, and she burst into tears. Several moons have passed since Ravenpaw's accidental death and burial. Duckpaw and Robinpaw rarely spoke afterwards, as Duckpaw blamed Ravenpaw's death on his sister. Robinpaw has made the decision to go to Falconstorm and ask to train as his apprentice, so that she would never be in such a helpless state when a cat was in danger again. She wants to have the skill and training to be able to take action, rather than stand idly by and watch a cat die because of her own inability to do anything.

Robinpaw became very involved in helping take care of the litters of kits in the nursery and their mothers, and struck up a bit of a positive relationship with Appleshade. She began to develop feelings for Brackenstride, the cocky young warrior with a price on his head. Her flustered demeanour around the older tom did not go unnoticed by him, and he amused himself by teasing her and flirting with her to see how she would react. And boy, did she react. Her first crush was certainly one that she hardly understood herself, and she often scolded herself for her misplaced feelings. Of course, she knew nothing would ever come of it, the older warrior was too scandalous for her, and she was barely on the cusp of earning her warrior name, far too young to be thinking about toms...

During one of her outings with her mentor, not long after the flood that drove NightClan and RainClan from their homes, Robinpaw's patrol was driven into trees by a raging stampede of deer. What had caused the stampede was a lot more deadly, however. Demon, the giant lynx that terrorised the cats of the valley for seasons, confronted the patrol. Robinpaw tried desperately to help her mentor save Yewfang and drag her back to camp, but unfortunately Yewfang died from her injuries. It was the second death Robinpaw bore witness to, and though she did not know Yewfang personally, it had a large effect on her. For the following few moons, Yewfang and Demon would haunt her darkest dreams.

After the naming of the new TreeClan apprentices, Robinpaw took Glacierpaw under her wing. He was a shy young cat, and reminded her a lot of the way Duckpaw was before Ravenpaw's death. She felt compelled to look out for him, and help him through his apprenticeship as she wished someone had done for her. They attended the gathering together, encountering a group of interesting RainClan apprentices. Robinpaw definitely wasn't fond of Rosepaw, who she found to be overly flirtatious and annoyingly posh.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Birchspots
LightningClan Warrior

General Information

Name » Birchspots.
   - Past names: Birchkit, Birchpaw.
Gender Identity » Cisgender.
   - Pronouns: He/him.
Sexuality » Homosexual.
Age » Twenty-four moons.
   - Birth date: Leaf-fall twenty-seven, year five.
Clan » LightningClan.
   - Previous Clan(s): None.
Beliefs » Uncertain.
Rank » Warrior.
   - Previous Rank(s): Kit, apprentice.

Appearance

Fanart

This young tom's rounded ears seem constantly perked with interest. No matter what is happening around him, his ears swivel this way and that, catching any whisp of conversation or birdsong they possibly can. He has a strong, sturdy build and has begun to file out since kithood, his large paws finally seeming to fit his body comfortably. Even so, he still seems somewhat stocky, and at first glance it is difficult to understand why such a clumsily built tom would consider racing and running across the hillocks an enjoyable past-time. His attentive eyes are a pale golden-brown, like the yellow-orange leaves that drift to the forest floor when the cold season approaches. These same eyes are almond shaped and sit a natural distance apart on his small face. He has long, feathery, white whiskers that sprout from his muzzle beside a dark grey nose. His fur is short but not coarse, and when properly groomed it feels quite soft. His silver tabby pelt is speckled with darker grey spots, which marble handsomely against his light fur. Despite his stunning pelt, Birchspots is very insecure and sensitive about his appearance, mainly his muzzle and his physique. This young tom is missing the tip of his right ear, as it was bitten off by a loner in an unprovoked attack. The bite scars that gouge the scruff of his neck are from that same fight.

Summary » A silver spotted tabby with a missing right ear tip and amber eyes.

Eye colour » Amber.
Pelt colour » Silver.
Pelt markings » Spotted tabby.
Build » Short, petite, stout.
Scars » Bite scars on the scruff of his neck, missing right ear tip.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

Birchspots is very dependent. He tends to lean on and rely on others to make important choices for him or to keep him safe. Alone in the wild, he would stand little chance and a stray dog or hungry fox would make quick work of him. He is passionately loyal to the Clan and to his clanmates, as he believes that he is meant to completely rely on them and they are meant to rely on him. His lack of independence has stayed with him ever since he was a kit, and was part of the reason that he has never been able to leave his Clan behind. He second guesses himself very often, usually resulting in some form of failure or slip-up.

When confronted with danger, Birchspot's timid side appears. He is easily spooked and would sooner choose "flight" over "fight" in most cases. Birchspots is good at paying attention and tends to pick up skills and advice rather quickly. If he wants something done, he can usually accomplish it by focusing almost completely on said task. He is far from easily distracted, and genuinely tries the best he can. This reliable and focused attitude makes him a hard worker.

Birchspots is forever selfless, concerned about the feelings and needs of other cats and is very perceptive to the emotions of others. This empathy makes him seem soft as a feather to other cats and it is usually assumed that Birchspots couldn't bring himself to kill a mouse. Birchspots is extremely generous. The young tom would give a clanmate the pelt off his back if he thought that's what they needed, and his endless generosity often ends with him having almost nothing himself.

While perceptive of his emotions, he can't quite seem to get his own under control. Emotional outbursts are few in number but can occur due to things that other cats would deem unworthy of such attention. Birchspots is very bad at maintaining composure and will display how he feels in expressive, sometimes inappropriate ways. He is easily frightened, and though he has no problem battle training, would hesitate to harm a real cat. Sometimes he even expresses remorse for the prey that the Clans must kill to survive. Though Birchspots is fiercely loyal to his clanmates, he is very distrusting of those outside LightningClan and wary of strangers. At gatherings he is reserved, elusive and quiet. Though he isn't quite talkative at home either, he definitely retreats into his shell around strangers. He assumes that every cat outside LightningClan has ill will towards his Clan, even when they seem nice enough upon their first meeting.

Birchspots rarely argues back unless extremely frustrated, which happens so little that you might think this little tom was very well-behaved. His passive nature makes it easy to push him around and he will often go along with whatever others tell him to do. This is because he hates conflict- whether it be conflict through tongues or claws. He tends to be serious, and though the occasional game isn't beyond him, he prefers to get things done instead. He tends to consider every option in front of him and think quite far ahead. This means that he is hesitant about making quick or hasty decisions. He is very self-doubting about his own ability to make the right choices too, which stretches this delay even further.

Positive traits » Selfless, focused, reliable, generous.
Neutral traits » Passive, serious, distrusting, wary.
Negative traits » Hesitant, dependant, self-doubting, timid, emotional.

Family

Family tree » Link.

Father » Thrushwhisker / Bio
Mother » Briartail / Bio
Brother » Gorsebelly / Bio 
Uncle(s) » Harestrike / Bio, Eaglescreech / Bio
Aunt(s) » Larkfeather / Bio, Dawnflight / Bio
Grandfather » Peregrinewing / Bio
Grandmother » Morningfrost / Bio

Relationships

Mentor »  Tawnybelly
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
    - Former romantic partner: Pebblefang.
Crush » None.

History

Unusual with LightningClan pairings, Birchspots's parents became mates simply because neither could outpace the other. His mother was one of the fastest hunters in the Clan, noted by many to be an impressive runner who could pace herself to chase down prey for long distances rather than taking them down in short bursts of speed. At the time, the tom who fathered him was the only warrior who she could not outrun, and it wasn't long before she was expecting his kits. Unusually, his mother didn't tell her kits which LightningClan warrior was their father, and explained that he was no longer fit to raise them. Why she did this is unclear, but it is possible that she regretted having kits with a tom she barely knew and wished that she had chosen a mate out of love instead.

Birchspots was apprenticed to Tawnybelly, a strong and strict LightningClan warrior who dreamed of training up the toughest apprentices in the Clan to become fine warriors themselves. It seemed that the leaders hoped that the most timid kits in the Clan would find strength in Tawnybelly, because both Birchspots and Pebblefang were apprenticed to the large tom. Pebblefang had been a few moons older than Birchspots, and finished his training first. Birchspots's nightmares worsened as the training sessions grew more and more dangerous. Tawnybelly would force Birchspots to enter enemy territory to hunt or steal water, he'd make him climb trees until the young tom was ready to pass out and drop like a rock from the branches. He made the apprentices fight eachother with claws unsheathed and his unorthodox tactics made him unpopular with other mentors. His powerful mentor was not a tom to argue with, however, and Birchspots never once refused to do anything Tawnybelly told him to.

Tawnybelly was killed by a feral dog a few moons after Birchspots finally earned his warrior name. He didn't sit vigil for his former mentor, and instead left the camp with Pebblefang and only returned the following sunrise after the tabby had been buried. Birchspots and Pebblefang became extremely close, and Birchspots had been under the impression that the two would raise kits together. That was not to be, however. Pebblefang had decided that clan life wasn't for him, and told Birchspots he would be leaving to become a loner. When Birchspots wanted to follow him, Pebblefang refused to allow it. Pebblefang told Birchspots that he would only remind him of Tawnybelly and the hard apprenticeship he had endured in LightningClan. They never saw eachother again. Birchspots was heartbroken, and ever since has been very cautious about developing feelings for other toms.

On one of his aimless wanderings beyond the territories, half wanting to get away, half wanting to find Pebblefang, Birchspots encountered a Tribe cat named Stag. There was something that Birchspots sensed about Stag that reminded him too much of himself, the sadness of a drifting heart. But the mountains were a deadly place, and while Stag was distracted by the newcomer, an eagle attempted to take advantage and capture fresh prey. Birchspots knocked Stag out of the way, under the shelter of some crowded trees. Saving Stag's life seemed to give Birchspots a bit more resolve to try harder, and regain his place with his Clan.

All of that was to be shattered the following season. Briartail and Gorsebelly fell victim to a tunnel collapse one crisp, cold leaf-fall morning. Their abrupt deaths shattered Birchspots, putting his faith in StarClan and his loyalty to LightningClan in serious doubt. He felt alone, left-behind and broken. Not seeing much point in remaining in his Clan, he began to contemplate running away, but with the hard season of Leaf-bare approaching he felt a massive responsibility to the living and lingered. His distance from his clanmates increased so much that many are afraid to approach him. He feels much like a ghost in his own home, and rarely speaks up at clan meetings or at meal times. He simply sits alone and eats as though the task itself were a chore.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Splash of Leaping Trout
Kit of the Tribe of Forgotten Waters

General Information

Name » Splash of Leaping Trout.
   - Nickname: Splash.
Gender Identity » Unknown.
   - Pronouns: She/her.
Sexuality » Unknown.
Age » Eight moons.
   - Birth date: Leaf-bare twenty-three, year six.
   - Adoption date: Newleaf thirteen, year six.
Tribe » Tribe of Forgotten Waters.
   - Previous Tribe: None.
Beliefs » Atheist.
Rank » Cave-guard to-be.
   - Previous Rank(s): None.

Appearance

Kit / To-Be / Adult 1 / Adult 2 / Adult 3 / Adult 4 / Adult 5 / Adult 6 / Adult 7 / Adult 8 / Adult 9 / Adult 10 / Adult 11 / Adult 12 / Adult 13 / Adult 14

The first notable thing about Splash are her eyes. They are narrow in shape, furrowed as if in a frown and sharp in both appearance and colour. Her irises are a striking gold with flecks of green, a colour most would describe as hazel. Her pelt is an interesting mix of tabby and tortoiseshell. She has thick, swirling stripes that cut through her fur, giving her a very tiger-esque demeanour. Her tabby fur is splashed with orange and grey, the colour combination that gave her the name "Splash". She is rather large for her age, with a thickset and intimidating build. She has broad features and sturdy legs. Her thick coat of fur is both a blessing and a curse. Splash appreciates that it keeps her warm in the harsh and unpredictable environment of the mountains, but that gift comes with a cost. Often, she struggles when it comes to snow. Her long coat catches snow so easily and clumps of it become uncomfortably knotted in her pelt. She has small, pointed ears that end in fluffy tufts. Splash has a somewhat short to average length tail, which she usually holds above her back to keep it from dragging along the ground. Her muzzle, chest and stomach are spotted with an uneven coating of white. Splash has an adorable little pink nose, her only feature that takes away from her mildly intimidating appearance. Even as a kit, she will default to a mildly brooding look, as though she is sulking or otherwise unhappy about something.

Summary » A large long-furred torbie with narrow golden-green eyes.

Eye colour » Green-gold.
Pelt colour » Ginger, brown and white.
Pelt markings » Tortoiseshell tabby.
Build » Broad, strong and sturdy.
Scars » None.
Disabilities » None.

Personality

Splash is a very smart little kit, and catches on to things quite easily. She is excellent at problem-solving and planning, and she most certainly knows it. She seems quite mature for her age in most regards, and when she speaks to adult cats she attempts to sound grown-up herself. Sometimes, due to being a kit, she fails to do this. Her intelligence also comes with her ability to learn from past mistakes and the mistakes of others, even if she will never admit to them. Splash will do anything for her family and for her Tribe. She adores them and longs desperately to prove herself and her siblings to others. She is fiercely protective of Dawn and Stone, and would shred a cat for so much as looking at them funny. She is a hard-working, dedicated cat, even as a kit. She can often be seen offering to help out around the cave with minor tasks, and will become indignant if other cats tell her she is too small to be helping out.

If Splash isn't impressing everyone around her, she certainly isn't happy. She always needs to be the best at everything, even minor things. She strives to excel and is extremely hard on herself when she doesn't. Splash is desperate to prove herself and tends to throw herself into the spotlight. She has a way of bringing the topic of conversation back to her or something impressive that she did. Her need for admiration also inspires good things from her as well, since she is hard-working and certainly couldn't be called lazy.

Splash naturally doesn't have the best manners that any cat ever saw. She can be extremely rude and condescending to other cats, sometimes even unintentionally. Respect really has to be earned with her and even then there are times when she may lose her temper with those she admires. She often says offensive things without considering the consequences of her words on others, something that tends to sour her relationship with other cats.

Splash has a barbed tongue and is easily annoyed. Her frustration quickly boils into anger, and she is quick to trade verbal blows with other cats. She is certainly willing to get physical when an argument escalates and it is rare that she ever admits her wrongs. Any cat that gets an apology out of her is a truly blessed cat indeed. This is the worst side to Splash, but thankfully things don't typically escalate that far with her. Usually, her grumpiness ends with a snappy comment and a snide remark here and there.

Positive traits » Intelligent, observant, loyal, devoted, trustworthy.
Neutral traits » Attention seeking, needs admiration, passionate.
Negative traits » Impolite, insolent, disrespectful, feisty, quick-tempered.

Family

Family tree » Link.

Father » Unknown.
Mother » Pebble.
Adoptive Father » Dusk that Shrouds the Forest / Bio
Adoptive Mother » Sunrise on Fallen Snow / Bio
Brother » Stone that Blocks Stream / Bio
Sister » Dawn on Golden Petals / Bio

Relationships

Guide » Strut of Ring-Necked Rooster / Bio
To-be(s) » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

Splash was born to a young loner named Pebble in the harsh and bitter world of the mountains. Their mother struggled to produce enough milk to keep her three kittens fed, and their lives began with the harsh reality of rogue life. Splash was barely old enough to remember the day their mother left them in their makeshift den to go and find food. The kits had nearly begun transitioning to solid food, and hadn't even started speaking yet. Pebble was plucked up by an eagle while out hunting, and dropped onto a harsh rocky peak. She died on impact. Pebble's body was discovered by a patrol of Tribe cats, who quickly realised that she had recently been nursing kittens. They put every effort into trying to track down and rescue Pebble's orphaned litter, and to their relief, Snow and Dusk discovered the kits hidden away in their nearby den. A murder of crows had been attempting to kill them, but the Tribe cats rescued the kits and chased off the would-be predators. Snow and Dusk decided to adopt the kittens as their own and raise them as members of the Tribe. They were then named according to Tribe tradition and taken back to the safety of the cave.

When the flood drove RainClan to seek shelter with the Tribe, Splash discovered a curiosity about the Clans that she never knew she had. She spent a lot of time "playing with" (interrogating) the Clan kits on their way of life, their homes and their prey. Fascinated by the idea of large groups of cats living so differently to her own Tribe, Splash longs to go to the Clan gatherings as a To-Be, and has become extremely impatient to begin her training. Her restlessness was growing by the day, and she demanded the attention of any Clan cat who happened upon their cave. That was, until the faithful day came when Splash herself would be named a To-Be of the Tribe. Her training begins with her new guide, Rooster, and the adventure of the mountains stretching forward before her.

[♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟]

Oleander
Loner

General Information

Name » Oleander.
   - Former name(s): None.
Gender Identity » Cisgender.
   - Pronouns: He/him.
Sexuality » Pansexual.
Age » Sixty-one moons.
   - Birth date: Unknown.
Clan » None.
   - Previous Clan: None.
Beliefs » A deity of some kind, he sometimes refers to it as "the Creator".
Rank » None.
   - Previous Rank(s): None.

Appearance

The first and most surprising feature many notice about Oleander is the fact that he has a torbie coat, unusual for a tom-cat. His pelt is striped with beautiful tabby patterns, rippling along his body like a tiger. His fur is split into random cream and grey splotches, with two unique cream spots on his left ear. Oleander has long, curly white whiskers, kept clean and neat with meticulous care. He has a narrow, pointed muzzle that often splits into a warm, welcoming smile. His chin is white, as though he had bent and rested his head for a moment in a snowdrift. Oleander has collected a series of scars over his lifetime, most of which have healed wonderfully. A few half-hearted scratches score his belly, along with a small scar scoring across his little pink nose. His coat is short, and soft to the touch. Like everything with Oleander, he keeps himself extremely tidy. He has a long, elegant tail that swishes quickly when he is excited. His paws are pure white, like little socked feet. He only unsheathes his claws when he means to use them, they are otherwise concealed in his toes. Even in anger or frustration, his claws remain sheathed. Oleander has long, graceful legs that look deceivingly nimble. In truth, great strength lies beneath his pelt, and he is capable of leaping great heights or fighting powerful opponents if needs be. He has large, pointed ears that add to his relaxed gentlemanly demeanour. His eyes are a friendly copper brown, with hints of green around the iris. He doesn't look much like a fighter, and gives off the impression that he'd rather talk himself out of conflict than get into any real sort of fight. He has an incredible sense of smell, even for a cat, and is sensitive to the moods and scents of other felines.

Summary » A grey and cream tabby tom with dark amber eyes.

Eye colour » Brown.
Pelt colour » Grey, cream and white.
Pelt markings » Tabby, calico.
Build » Lean, but unassuming.
Scars » Several unspecified scars.
Disabilities » None.
Disorders » Unknown.

Personality

Oleander is, in theory, a fine young gentleman. He holds himself in a way that makes you feel both respected and valued. He appears to listen, and genuinely listen, to what you have to say. He will apologise when he has offended you, and goes about his business with proper etiquette and manners. Beyond this polite, respectful demeanour lies a layer of ruthlessness that you wouldn't want to ever tease out of him. If Oleander wishes harm upon you, no force on heaven or earth will be capable of staving off his paw. He will stop at nothing to bring your life to an end if anything about you in any way displeases him. The more you offend him, the more suffering he will gladly inflict upon you. Oleander is very self-confident, with a high opinion of his own abilities and accomplishments. In this way, he can over-estimate himself and land himself in situations that spiral quickly beyond his control.

He delights in the fact that few cats realise his true appetite, and toys with the idea of revealing this nature to cats through playful and witty banter. This risk-taking behaviour has incidentally revealed his true intentions to other cats, and there have been a few instances where he has had to flee a particular area due to his predatory habits being exposed. He is offended by any sort of rude or impolite gesture or manner of speech, and if you slip below his standards he will regard you as lesser and there is little you can do to change his mind. Any cat that is "lesser" is no better to him than the average rat or mouse, and he treats them as such. This attitude isolates him and means that he has few allies. He operates almost entirely alone, and finds it difficult to maintain relationships with others while also keeping his comings and goings completely private. He is an intelligent tom, with a background of knowledge that he gleaned off his caretaker and teacher, Maikoa. She took up the young Oleander's education following the deaths of his parents, who came from a line of refined cats who considered themselves of higher upbringing than the average wandering rogue or loner. He is quick to judge the character of others, and many of his assumptions are based on brief encounters with other cats. If you happened to be having a rather bad day when you cross his path, it is likely he will base his entire perception of your character off that one chance meeting.

Oleander likes to have control over every situation and cat in his life. He amuses himself by manipulating cats to see what they would do in given situations. His curiosity often leads him into unusual situations with others. Despite his complete lack of empathy, Oleander finds his hidden nature a deeply lonely existence. He seeks company with other cats, but has rarely encountered other cats like himself. He is intrigued by the killer's mentality, and the moment he discovers another feline harbouring any sort of homicidal history or desires he clings to them like a burr. Sometimes, he even encourages or assists with these fantasies, helping cats to exact revenge on those who have harmed them or random violence upon cats they barely knew. It excites him, to have so much control over another life, but he is often bored by the predictability of these other cats and longs for a more spontaneous game where he has no idea what his opponent might do. This boredom may lead him to take drastic measures to relieve it, and often Oleander finds himself pushing another cat too far and turning a friend into an enemy.

Oleander is a sensible cat, he has never taken too great a risk when it comes to choosing his prey or playing any sort of cat-and-mouse game. He never gives away too much or too little, and he is very, very careful. Often, he will drug a cat with poppy seeds before attempting to attack them if he believes they might be able to overpower him or escape. He is quite good at convincing others to do things. Everything he says sounds reasonable, even the most outlandish and frightening claims. Everything in nature kills, why shouldn't they? What makes the life of a cat so much more valuable than the life of a blue tit, whose song sounds so much more beautiful? 

Positive traits » Sensible, self-confident, calm, quick-thinking, polite, observant, creative, clever,.
Neutral traits » Fearless, motivational, protective, instinctive, quick to judge, passionate.
Negative traits » Ruthless, possessive, controlling, sadistic, violent, remorseless, manipulative, destructive, easily-offended, impulsive.

Family

Family tree » None yet.

Father » Indigo
Mother » Floret
Brother » None.
Sister » Belladonna.

Relationships

Mentor » Maikoa / Bio
Apprentice » None.

Mate » None.
Romantic partner » None.
Crush » None.

History

t.w Cannibalism, violence, etc. etc.

Oleander came from a well-bred background. His parents, Indigo and Floret, were members of an upstanding group of loners that didn't exactly live as one unit, but shared territories and hunting grounds. They exchanged pleasantries with eachother, and the most charitable members of the community would always offer assistance if a queen was struggling to feed her kits or if an elderly cat lost the ability to hunt. There was a pleasant atmosphere among these loners, an amiable nature that wasn't often seen among wild cats. Winters brought harsher attitudes and more jealously guarded food, but asides from that, they were a community. Indigo was a handsome dark black tom, highly respected among the other cats. He was known as an exceptional fighter, willing to fend off any threat or foe. Floret was a delicate feline, a calico with a calico's heart, as they always said. She fell for Indigo not long after meeting him, and whispers spread scandalous rumours of Floret and Indigo beginning to share not only hunting grounds but a den as well.

Floret and Indigo became the parents of two fine kittens, whom they named Belladonna and Oleander. Both kittens were, as many kittens born in this area tended to be, wonderfully polite children. They were raised to respect the elders for their experience, and to only fight if there was little food to go around or if their own lives were indeed threatened. Floret was eager to tell the kittens all she knew, and most of what she knew were different varieties of plants and some vague herbal usages of basic medicines. She wasn't as educated as a Clan medicine cat would be, but she knew more than the average loner, and Oleander drank up this knowledge with glee. He was fascinated by flowers and proud that he had been named after one. He constantly pestered his mother with questions about this plant or that plant, and sometimes even she didn't have the answers he sought. Belladonna was surprisingly not a littermate of Oleander's. She had been born two moons after he, when he was the only survivor of a litter of three. She was his beautiful little sister, and he was as proud of her as he was of any flower that blossomed within their parent's loosely guarded territory. The fact that it was loosely guarded proved to be a failing on their parents part...

A group of wandering rogues, pirates by cat standards, happened upon the happy family. Wanting the rich hunting grounds for themselves, they attacked Indigo and Floret while they slept. Oleander and Belladonna hid, terrified, in the back of the den while their parents were entirely overpowered by the strangers. Indigo was the first to die, the rogues were afraid of his strength in battle and bit open his throat while he was asleep. Both Oleander and Belladonna were too young, too frightened and too small to stop the rogues in their violence. Floret died far more slowly and painfully than her mate had, for the rogues did not fear her. Having claimed the territory as theirs, the rogues debated whether they should kill the remaining kittens or not. But before any solid conclusion could be reached, the sound of screeching split the air, and four adult cats charged into the den. The battle was brief and violent. Outnumbered, the pirates were forced to flee their prized territory, furious that the night-time murders had yielded them no results. The rescuers turned out to be a she-cat that lived nearby, Maikoa, and her three fully grown sons. The toms were due to leave home quite soon, but their mother was glad they had waited, for she would not have been able to rescue the kittens on her own.

Maikoa acted as a messenger between distant families, travelling long distances to bring news across the valley. She took the kittens under her wing, but warned them that she would have to leave them for periods of time in order to visit not only her family, but the families of the other cats whose territories neighboured hers. She taught the traumatised kits how to hunt for themselves, something Oleander found impossibly difficult. Belladonna was an excellent hunter, and Oleander found himself envying her skill and stealth, something she had clearly inherited from their father. Maikoa warned them to stay hidden, and to never go out alone while she was gone. She left them with plenty of food whenever she had to leave, and always came home to find the kittens well-behaved and respecting her rules. As they got older, around seven moons old, Oleander still found that he couldn't hunt very well. It was one of the times where Maikoa left the pair to go about her errands, but she had been gone for much longer than usual. The stash of prey she had left behind had run out, and Belladonna declared that they would have to hunt for themselves. Oleander refused to accept that something might have happened to Maikoa, and insisted they should stick to the rules and remain inside the den. His younger sister didn't listen, and reassured him that she would be able to catch them something to eat.

Belladonna, however, was extremely ambitious with regards to her hunting efforts. When a squirrel was alerted to her presence, she attempted to hurtle up the tree after it, she climbed far too high, and slipped off the end of a branch. Breaking her neck as a result of the fall, Belladonna was instantly killed. Oleander dragged her back to the den, determined that if they just stayed there, they would be okay. Time went on, and Oleander, try as he might, was completely unable to catch a single morsel of food. Belladonna still hadn't magically sprung to life as he'd hoped she would. Each night, he curled up beside her, frightened by the fact that he felt no warmth from her body as he always had. Eventually, the tom had to force himself to accept that his sister was dead. Desperate and hungry, he began to resign himself to death, fearing Maikoa would never return. Delirious, and beginning to suffer the affects of starvation, Oleander made the most perspective-changing decision he had ever made, and one that would impact on him for the rest of his life. The young tom, in a last survival attempt, ate his sister. 

By the time Maikoa returned, it was too late. Oleander felt pure hatred towards her when she came home to find him haggard but well-fed. It turned out that Maikoa had been imprisoned by an odd group of cats for a time, and she had only just managed to escape, but still he resented her for several moons. She mourned Belladonna's death alone, as he did. Though he never told her the full story of how he had avoided starvation, she likely had some idea. Maikoa spent few moons teaching Oleander the art of hunting. Still, he didn't possess his sister's talents, but the first time he managed to catch a mouse and taste that spurt of blood on his tongue, he knew that so long as he had a predator's instincts, he would be okay. Maikoa and Oleander slowly recovered from their ordeals, becoming as close as Maikoa was to her own sons.

One fine Green-leaf morning, Maikoa and Oleander were hunting in a distant corner of their shared territory, when Oleander heard a sound. A tom's voice, raised in bitter anger. Keeping low, he crept towards the sound, and discovered that an unknown loner was snarling abuse at Maikoa. He was vulgar, and had clearly fathered one of Maikoa's litter of kits, for her had certain words for her that hinted at just that. The tom made his blood boil, thinking of those disgusting rogues that had invaded his family home all those moons ago. Now a sleek, powerful adult, Oleander was no longer the kitten that sat by and watched such lowlife operate. Though the tom made no move to physically threaten Maikoa, Oleander sprang at him from the undergrowth and went straight for the back of his neck. Digging his fangs deep into the tom's spine until he heard a terrible crunch, Oleander let the cat slip silently to the ground with a great surge of satisfaction. It was just like killing a rat. Maikoa was horrified. She didn't understand why Oleander was looking at her without a glimmer of conscience in his eyes, and when she asked him why he had killed her former mate, the tom had shrugged and asked why it was any different from killing a bird or a mouse. That was the first. And he hasn't stopped since.

His intrigue for alternate cultures and travel has brought him to rest at the edge of the valley, where he has heard rumours of Clans of cats with a superiority complex reside. His curiosity for the Clans has slowly grown to disdain, and he often finds them to be extremely proud and rude cats. His boredom is growing once again, for even with a surplus of irritating cats to attempt to entertain himself with, his desire for something different grows each passing day.