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Example of an application:

Name:
Littlestar (formally Littlewhisker)
Reason for name:
Littlewhisker's name was actually a rather decieving one as he does not, in fact, have little whiskers. As a kit he was the smallest of his litter, born so small the clan wondered if he would even survive. In responce to his condition his mother named him Littlekit - so that he would never forget the struggle he had to overcome in his early life. "Good things always come in little packages" she used to say. By the time Littlekit had grown into Littlepaw and was ready for his warrior name many cats had taken notice of this tom's forsty white whiskers which contrasted against his dark pelt which lead the leader togrant him the deceiving name of "Littlewhisker". Now, however, the young tom is known in his clan as Littlestar, new leader of the northern shores.
Age:
17 Moons
Sex:
Tom
Sexual Orientation:
Bi-Sexual
Rank:
kit | leader's apprentice | deputy | leader
If I don't get leader position I probably won't use Littlewhisker since I have Spottedpaw but will make another character in his stead
Appearance:

site I got the image from

A cinnamon colored siamese tom with a white throat patch and clear teal eyes.

Personality:
Littlestar has struggled, throughout his life, to over come the disadvantage of his bellow average stature; a stature that got him bullied and picked on as a kit, apprentice and even as a young deputy. Surely there would still be cats in the clan that speak ill of him now that he's leader but they don't, at least, do it to his face. This bullying and doubt caused Littlestar to become withdrawn, even more so after the death of his mother, and biggest supporter. This withdrawn and stoic disposition often leads cats to believe that Littlestar is timid or unsure but this is not at all true. Littlestar is a brave cat with a great deal of self confidence. If others weren't going to believe in him, then he was going to believe in himself. It takes Littlestar longer than most to make a decision but this is because he thinks on it carefully and when he makes the decision he will always stand behind it. Especially after his training with the Fisher Littlestar became very self-reliant. Of course the downside to this self-reliant behavior is that Littlestar has a hard time admitting when he needs help or sharing his plans and feelings. To most who do not take the time to know this little tom it would appear as if he is cold and uncaring. The truth is Littlestar cares very much. His clan is his life and he would put everything on the line to preserve their way of life. This love for his clan and for tradition makes Littlestar very strict and unlikely to ever waver from the warrior code. There are no exceptions to the rules! That being said Littlestar has a soft side for the underdogs, having been one himself. This siamese tom is more likely to open himself up to kits, apprentices or anyone else in need. With a stoic personality and intelligent, logical, mind Littlestar comes across very mature but he is still only 2 years old with much learning and growth to do himself.

History:
Littlekit was born to a young queen named Stonemask. No more than 3 days after her warrior ceremony did this beautiful siamese give birth to 3 little kits on a bitterly cold starless, moonless, night. No one in the clan knew who had fathered the litter and when asked Stonemask refused to say for she knew if she did, not only she, but her new born litter, would be in grave trouble for these were the kits of a rouge tom. Many in the clan always suspected that the litter were not pure clan bred cats but without an admission of guilt no one could say for sure. This was a secret that the queen would take to her grave.

The birth itself was a difficult one and the medicine cat had explained the prolonged and tiring labor as a result of the queen's young age; her body simply had not been prepared for the ordeal. Despite the long and stressful night all 4 cats survived to wake the next morning into a small, broken and new little family. Littlekit's elder siblings: Snowkit and Darkkit were healthy, big and strong but Littlekit... Well Littlekit was not. The medicine cat had even predicted his death within a few days, maybe a week, of his birth. He didn't play like his siblings and he didn't eat even half as much. Despite the medicine cat's warning Stonemask refused to believe that her brown little jelly bean wasn't a fighter, somewhere deep down that queen knew there was something great inside of that little fluff ball. A few days rolled by, then a week and Littlekit began to grown in strength but he had yet to open his little eyes. The clan took this as a sign for weakness but Stonemask corrected them saying "he's just shy". Sure enough, 3 days after his siblings had opened their pretty blue eyes Littlekit opened his too. Another week rolled by, then a month and Littlekit was still alive. He was smaller than his siblings but he was the first to wean off milk and the first to try real food. Despite his size the once weak little kit became boisterous, brave and curious about his big wide world.

Another 5 months passed and Littlekit, Snowkit and Darkkit were ready to begin their warrior training. Snowkit was paired with a strong elder warrior while Darkkit was given as a first apprentice to an experienced, but young, warrior... then it was Littlekit's turn. He waited anxiously while the leader of the clan, Coldstar, decided his fate for the next six months and wasn't everyone surprised when Coldstar chose to take the little runt as his own apprentice. Days rolled into weeks and weeks rolled into months. Littlepaw grew in strength and in confidence. He would hunt longer than his peers, he would train alone even when others were taking a break. Honestly the dark siamese was not very social at all. He spent the majority of his time away from camp learning about his world. Out there, away from everyone, he could be himself - he could be brave and unbridled but in camp... In camp he had to be social, he had to tolerate the bullying and he had to always watch what he did or said as to not make a laughing stock of his grand mentor. In camp it was as if the pressure never ceased. It was this general anti-social dispossition, this shy behavior, that tore a social rift between him, his family and his clan. Even his own siblings took to picking on him. If the other clan members had taken the time to get to know the young tom they would have found him to be pleasant company but their discomfort around the solitary tom only grew with time. It was this rift that made the young tom stay out of the camp longer and longer until one evening he did not return. Littlepaw had wandered too far and gotten lost when he ran into a Fisher (a large member of the weasle family). At first it considered making him a meal but when Littlepaw showed no fear but rather stood his ground it changed it's mind. "Why don't you run little cat?" it pondered allowed, "You'd only hunt me down" the tom replied. The young cat instinctively knew his only chance against this wily creature was to fight back on fair grounds... and fight they did. Time and again the weasle got the best of Littlepaw but not once did he land a critical blow. The weasle wasn't trying to kill him. In this manner did Littlepaw begin to learn something very new, something no other cat knew. Littlepaw learned to fight like a weasle. No longer would he rely on strength and brawn but rather on speed and agility - quick accurate strikes. Even after Littlepaw returned to his clan he often visited that weasle, for several moons, to perfect his new art.

One afternoon, half a moon before Littlepaw and his siblings were meant to recieve their warrior names, the now nearly full grown Littlepaw went into the forest only to find the wily weasle companion he'd known for moons dead in a two-leg trap. No creature could escape the two leg traps... Heart heavy the tom began to pad his way through the falling leaves towards home when the cry of kits alarmed him. The clan was under attack! When the young tom burst through the bushes he could see a coyote with a little kit in its maw. The other clan cats stood around in shock and the mother of the kit watched in horror, huddled over her remaining litter. Without thinking Littlepaw launched his small body at the canine's face, clawing at it's tender black nose and soft eyes. Startled the coyote reared back, dropping the kit - still alive though wounded. Snapped free of their trances the clan attacked together, wave after wave of cat overwhelmed the creature and it never returned. The battle was not without casualties, however, the clan lost Darkpaw that day and it also lost it's deputy. A long night vigil was held for the lost clanmates but when the sun rose the next morning there was a great shock in store for all. Instead of naming one of his senior warriors as the next deputy of their clan Coldstar named Littlepaw, Littlewhisker - Deputy of their clan. It was that day many cats lost respect for their leader and some began to mutter in hushed tones about his sanity. Sure enough only 4 and a half moons later, as winter began to fall on the northern coast, green cough swept the clan. Several lives were lost including, but not limited to: Coldstar, Snowpelt (formally Snowpaw) and even Littlewhisker's own mother: Stonemask.

What struggles lay ahead for the young leader now that the gree cough plague has cleared but winter has begun? Only time can tell...

(If anyone is interested in adopting Snowpelt or Darkstorm - Littlestar's siblings - I can edit his history so that they don't die)

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Name
Owlpaw | Owlface ( later on )
Reason for name
When her parents first saw her, they were sure what to name her. She was born pure white, but later on, her markings came. Her father, Oaktail had just returned from hunting with a name. He had seen a owl was a brownish black face. That is how she became Owlkit and then later Owlpaw.
Age
8 moons
Sex
Sexual orientation
Heterosexual
Desired Rank
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Backup Rank
Warrior Apprentice
Appearance
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Personality
When Owlpaw was first able to speak, she was quiet and always observing things around her. She is very soft spoken and her ideas were using taken by the other kits in the nursery. Everyone always spoke over her. It's a normal thing that happened. Back then in the nursery, she was always shy and liked to keep to herself. And there was a reason. The other kits loved to bully her a lot, so that made her sink deeper into herself. It hurt her self esteem a lot. Owlpaw isn't very confident, always shying away from dangerous things. Deep down, this little female is very caring for others, even though some didn't like her. Only her parents; Oaktail and Riverpelt cared about her. She is stubborn when she wants to be, but that's rare. She is really go with the flow, laid back. This she cat is gentle and loving, even though that might be a weak personality to have.
History
Owlpaw was born 8 moons ago in the nursery to Riverpelt and Oaktail. She was the only kit. What was shocking about her, is that she was so small. Her legs were much smaller. The current medicine didn't believe she would make it, but she did, though other didn't want her to. Some saw her as a curse, a burden to the clan. Maybe would ask Starclan what they did wrong to have such a kit born into Coveclan. Time pasts, and other kit bullied her, teased her because she looked very different. She developed slowly, always going to go see the medicine cat, making sure she was healthy at her slow growth rate. All the taunting and teased did a number on her. She went deep into a shell, not letting anyone in my Spottedkit, now Spottedpaw. He treated as a friend while so one else did.

One day, while she was asleep in the nursery, Oaktail was out with other warriors and they came across a badger. The warriors fault, but in the process, it had killed her father. The news came back to Riverpelt. She was so distraught. Owlpaw's mother slipped into a deep depression. Two weeks past, and Riverpelt disappeared. Her body was found on the ocean shore. It was storming out, so she much have went into the ocean and drowned herself. That left Owlkit without any parents. She became depressed as well, leaving her a lot mute. She doesn't talk much unless its important. All she does is really shake her head, or nod.
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Name
Seamint
Reason for name
This tom get his name for the color of his pelt. Some say, it's almost the color of the sea. As he got older and gained his warrior name, he was given; Seamint. Mint because his eyes are the color of mint leaves.
Age
25 moons
Sex
Tom
Sexual orientation
Homosexual
Rank
Warrior
Appearance
Image Source
Personality
When it comes to Seamint, he is very intelligent. He likes to think things over before charging into battle, or anything. He is very calm and not quick to anger. It takes a lot to upset him. Being so laid back, some believe he is lazy, but he isn't. His mind is always racing, thinking of something. When he is not thinking of something, he is up and burning energy that he has stored in his body. Seamint is a very loyal warrior. He will kept your darkest of secrets, knowing there are not for anyones ears. He will lay down his life for you. Friend or not. He is very honest and likes to tell the truth, even if they are hurtful. When hanging around his closest friends, Seamint becomes silly and a jokester, being very sarcastic with them.
History
25 moons ago, Seamint, first known as Seakit was born with a sister named Waterkit. Their parents, Dewpelt and Razorstream really liked water, so he was named by the sea for his pelt, and his sister because he was his color as well, but look of a deep silver blue. Both grew up together until green cough set in. His mother, Dewpelt caught it, and then himself and his sister caught it. His father, Razorstream was ordered to stay away because everyone in the nursery was sick with green cough. Unfortunately, his mother and sister died of green cough. He was the only survive along with other queens and a few other kits.

When he became Seapaw, his father had fallen into depression. He was so bad, he was forced to retire early and was made an elder. 2 moons later, he died. Seapaw was bringing his father some fish when he discovered him dead. The apprentice mourned for a moon before going back to his training with his mentor Speckleface. After that, him and his mentor became close until something happened. The stream flooded at one point and in order to get to camp, they had to cross it. He made it across, but a wave came, pushing Speckledface over, her body dangling over the log. Seapaw tried to rescue her, but the 8 moon old apprentice didn't have the strength and she face into the water. His mentor was soon down in stream, dead a couple days later.

Now that he is Seamint, the warrior does his best to hide his pain, but deep down, it will always be there in his heart. At some days, he becomes depressed and likes to shut himself away from the clan for that day or two. He places on a face at time for others, not wanting their sympathy. What also contributes to his depression is that, Seamint finds himself attracted to toms and believes no other tom will like him. He actually as a secret crush on Littlestar( if Littlestar becomes leader ), knowing the other tom will not show the same affection.

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Name: FlamePaw
Reason for name: When her parents saw her bright red fur they had known exactly what to name her. Later on of course upon becoming an apprentice the name had not only fit the firey color of her fur but her feisty personality
Age: 7 Moons Old
Sex: Female
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:
Personality: Extremely feisty and very determined. She is constantly listening in on the warriors discussions and watches the deputy and leader sort out patrols and disputes. She defends her clan with the same fierceness a mother would have for her kits. Her strengths often fuel her weaknesses as she can often get ahead of herself and take things way too far. She will do anything she can to prove a point, even if it means getting harmed in the process. Her loyalty and word are very important to her
History: Ever since Flamepaw was just a little kitten she had been determined to show her clan that she would be the best warrior they had ever seen. She had constantly watched the warriors training their apprentices and listened to the deputy and leader talk about patrols and disputes. She had only become more determined to take charge when her mother and father caught green-cough and passed away.


Name: FinchKit
Reason for name: Her parents thought of her to be quite like a finch, mainly because of how small she was when she was born and due to their liking of the bird itself.
Age: 5 Moons Old
Sex: Female
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Kitten
Appearance:
Personality: Finchkit tends to be very quiet and is often mistaken for being shy. She tends to watch everything that happens in camp like a hawk, and doesn't seem to want to miss a thing. She absolutely loves being fawned over and trys often to show off. With the love to learn and need for attention, comes a bad habit of being too critical of herself, which causes most of her mistakes in the first place. She absolutely loves being fawned over and trys often to show off
History: Theres not much history to her, other than her mother, father and sister died due to green cough when she was only little

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@Skitty; I'll add your two little cuties in a minute.

@Starsky; I'm going to wait a day to see if anyone else applies for med cat apprentice (just to be fair) but if not it's yours. I'll add Seamint once he's complete.

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Can i reserve medicine cat rank?

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@Headless. You can't reserve medicine cat. You have to fill out an application for it.

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@|starsky| Ahh, okay. I missed that rule, i apologize

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That's okay Heartless, there's a lot to read. I don't reserve positions, like starsky said, but I will hold them - meaning that if others apply for the position I will also wait for your application so I can review them all fairly before making a decision. If you still plan to apply let me know. If you don't post your application within 3 days of someone else applying, though, I won't hold it any longer. Hopefully that sounds fair to everyone?

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Alright! Here is my medicine cat, i'll be making a warrior as well if that's okay.

Name:
Porcupinetooth
Reason for name:
She was named Porcupinekit by her parents because of her dark brown fur that seemed to stick up in an odd way, instead of sticking up all over it was just the fur on her haunches, spine, and tail that stuck up at an odd angle. It was this ‘bristling’ look that gave her name. It was later on when her attitude began showing more and more that she finally earned the name Porcupinetooth, for her odd bristling fur and her attitude that could chew threw the toughest warrior even if she wasn’t trying too.
Age:
48 moons (4 years old)
Sex:
Female/She-cat
Sexual orientation:
Asexual
Rank:
Medicine Cat (Back up rank: Warrior)
Appearance:
A rather tall dark brown tabby she-cat with bristling fur on her haunches and spine, her eyes are a bright amber color.
Personality:
Porcupinetooth is a somewhat stand offish cat when you first meet her, but underneath the cold exterior is a cat who loves what she does and takes pride in helping her clan. She is quick to act and try to figure out problems that are going on around her. But make no mistake, when she’s trying to get something done she isn’t afraid to tell off another cat who ends up being a hindrance to her work. Porcupinetooth can be a bit of a grumpy she-cat but don’t let that put you off, she is quick to let people become friends even with her bossy and standoffish attitude. This is a she-cat who has a varity of different attitudes for each cat she meets, though she seems to keep the same grumpy old porcupine self. Her outlook is a little pessimistic every once in a while and she does have her moods where she’d rather be left alone, but who doesn’t after the green-cough that had torn a chunk out of the clan.
History:
Porcupinetooth, born Porcupinekit had grown up with a single brother Rabbitkit and her mother and father, Chervilpelt and Pikethroat looking after them. She had been an adventurous kit with a knack for getting herself into trouble by trying to leave camp or explore dens where she wasn’t wanted, like the leaders den or the medicine den. But as the time came closer for her to become an apprentice, she spent more and more of her time in the herb filled den, happily trying to help out the cat that would later become her mentor. During her time as an apprentice for the late medicine cat, she paid attention to every word the aging tom had said, learning and memorizing the herbs that would later someday save and heal her clan mates. When the green-cough had struck, tearing through the camp and killing many cats, including the last medicine cat and leader, she had been drowned in grief for her lost sibling, parents, and clanmates but refused to let it drag her down and kept going to keep the remaining cats healthy and earned her medicine cat name, Porcupinetooth.

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Name:
Eeltail
Reason for name:
He was named Eelkit for his extremely sleek and soft fur, something he takes a lot of pride in and seems to consistently groom to get rid of the salt residue from the ocean. Later on he was given his full warrior name of Eeltail for his longer than average tail that always seems to be moving or flicking about.
Age:
32 moons (3 years old)
Sex:
Male/Tom
Sexual orientation:
Pansexual
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
An average sized sleek grey tom with lighter flecks and blue-grey eyes. Has a slightly longer than average tail.
Personality:
Eeltail is a vain, intelligent, and very determined to succeed tom. He would put his clan above all but that’s what makes him a little on the harsher side of things, he doesn’t take well to rules being broken by any cat and is quick to call someone out for it and confront them himself even though that’s something that should be left up to the leader and deputy. He takes a good deal of pride in his appearance and can be found grooming whenever he has a little free time, the salt residue tends to clump on his fur and stick easily too it. But don’t mistake his harshness and vanity for stupidity or uncaring. He is an intelligent cat and for the most part he thinks things trough before deciding on what to do and refuses to jump head first into something he doesn’t completely understand. He also has a big heart and cares deeply for those he lets close to him and even though he isn’t very social at times, he does have those that he would be quick to defend in a fight.
History:
Eelkit was born the only kit in the litter to his mother, Sedgeflight, and his father, Shellnose. He grew up the same as any other kit though, dreaming of being a great warrior or even deputy of the clan, chasing moss balls or trying to mimic the apprentices who would show off their new hunting moves in camp. But he became a silent kit after the death of his mother, distancing himself from those around him and refusing to let others too close to him, even his own father. As an apprentice, he went through his training silently, some even thought he had gone mute until he had spoken up about a cat who broken the rules on a patrol and had eaten before feeding the elders and queens. He quickly rose to become a cat who fiercely defended the rules and when he was named a warrior he finally began to let those around him back in.

Name:
Cloudleap
Reason for name:
When she was born her parents had named for her long white-grey fur that looked like the clouds overhead, it became more grey as she got older but still retained the white mixed in with it and the only markings showing up where her black hind paws. She had been a powerful jumper as an apprentice and could easily drag a bird down when it took off earning her the name Cloudleap.
Age:
120 moons (10 years)
Sex:
Female/She-cat
Sexual orientation:
Asexual
Rank:
Elder
Appearance:
A very tall long furred grey-white she-cat with blue eyes and black hind legs. She is going deaf.
Personality:
This she-cat is very relaxed and laid back, enjoying watching kits for the queens and telling stories to whoever has the patience to listen. You will rarely hear her complain about what’s ailing her and may have to ask several times before she’d be willing to tell you what is wrong. Cloudleap is a kit at heart and has no problem with batting a ball of moss around with the kits or giving the apprentices tips on their fighting moves of stances. She prefers to lounge in the sunlight on large rocks around sunhigh and will rarely move to go do something unless the situation is dire or very important. She doesn’t have a sharp tongue, but make no mistake on how sharp her claws are because as a senior warrior she had shown plenty of Fishers just how sharp they are. It’s rare to hear Cloudleap upset or angry about something but if it’s something she feels strongly about then you’ll be sure to hear it one way or another.
History:
Born to only a mother, her father having passed from a small bout of green cough that had weakened the camp, she had two other sisters, she was the only one who shared the long haired trait of her mother, the others had short sleek fur. Cloudkit was the calmest of the three, choosing to stay beside her mother and watch apprentices train while Otterkit and Sealkit spent their time with pranks and sneaking out of camp for the fun of it. She would try every once in a while to slip out, but only to try and learn with the apprentices and warriors but was usually brought back immediately. A moon before their apprenticeship, Sealkit had gone missing after a trip out of camp by herself and it was suspected that a Bald Eagle had gotten her leaving the small family in a grief-stricken disarray.
After she was apprenticed along with her sister, now both Cloudpaw and Otterpaw, she began to learn quickly. Eager to impress her impassive mentor in any way that she could from trying to bring back as much prey as her jaws could carry, to trying until she ached with fighting moves. It wasn’t until she caught a partridge as it tried to bolt into the air on her third try that she finally impressed the old tom. It was from then on that a lot of her battle training focused on climbing, leaping, and more defensive moves.
By the time she was a warrior she had earned the name given too her, Cloudleap, her sister had gotten into some trouble and was forced to be made a warrior a moon later was given the name Ottersplash for the swimming skills she was blessed with. Not much happened for her years as a warrior till a coyote had tried to make off with a kit from the camp during the night. A patrol was sent out immediately after the canine and she was among them. They had managed to save the kit but two warriors had been injured in the fight and she was one of them, having been on the coyote’s back with her claws in it’s pelt when it rolled over, she had done some kind of damage to her hip. The rest of her warrior and senior warrior years were calmer even though her hip never completely healed and had given her a barely noticeable limp. It was her failing hearing that had gotten her sent to the elder’s den a bit earlier than expected. She was one of the cats to have gotten green-cough and survived while others had passed on.

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Thanks Heartless. I like Porcupinetooth. I'll give it a couple of days but if no one applies we'll have our med. Cat and med. Cat apprentice. :) I'm looking forward to seeing the rest of Eeltail.

I'll be making a few more characters soon myself. A warrior, apprentice and elder.

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Finished my form!

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Name: Maplewish

Reason for name:
Maple - Her determination and (seemingly) strict nature
Wish - Her calm and graceful personality

Age: (in moons) 25 moons

Sex: Female

Sexual orientation: (all orientations are accepted) Gay/Lesbian

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: (an image is fine) Maplewish was born a completely black cat, but as she grew older, small patches of white began to appear randomly. This is a result of her vitiligo and she will eventually become a pure white cat.

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Personality: Maplewish is a very hardworking cat who cares deeply for her clanmates and isn't afraid to talk back to her leader in desperate times. She is quite skilled at hunting when she puts her mind to it and while she may seem strict at first glance, the silver she-cat is actually very sweet and often plays and takes care of the kits when she has free-time.

History: Maplewish was born a very small kit alongside her sister to the proud Littlefur. While she was smaller than most of the other kits in the nursery, she grew up normally right alongside them. When the time came for her to be an apprentice, the little silver she-cat began as a warrior apprentice, but she often grew distracted during training sessions and hunting patrols. However, despite her scatter-brained tendencies, Maplewish became a strong warrior.

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Name: Fawnpaw (Fawnfeet)
Reason for name: Her coloring.
Age: 11 moons
Sex: F
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:
A fawn silver Ocicat. Lean and sleek, with long legs and big ears.
Personality: Gentle and couldn't hurt a fly. Fawnpaw is painfully shy.
History: Born to Flywing and Piketail. She was the only true kit of their last litter. Flywing adopted two kits from a dying rogue, named Falconkit and Troutkit. Troutkit died of greencough, but Falconkit survived to become Fawnpaw's sister Falconpaw.

Name: Falconpaw (Falconflight)
Reason for name: Her coloring slightly resembles a falcon's.
Age: 11 moons
Sex: F
Sexual orientation: (all orientations are accepted)
Rank: (please put desired rank and a back up rank)
Appearance:
Personality: Snippy and a little rude, but meaning well, Falconpaw is loyal to the end.
History: See Fawnpaw.
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Ok, I don't know how to phrase it in history, so I'm writing the death of Troutkit.
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Tomorrow the three of them would become apprentices, if their poor brother lived through the night. Troutkit (Fishbait to his sisters) had caught whitecough with them both, and unfortunately progressed to greencough. The medicine cat said he would never live a month, but Flywing refused to tell him so, and the fitful kit currently held both siblings' attention.

"Sissi? What do ya think my warrior name will be?" Fawnkit and Falconkit were sitting on either side of him. His adopted sister, face dejected, licked his ear.

"I think you'll be Troutscale or Troutflash, maybe. Something nice." Falcon paw laughed uproariously.

"No, we'll change your name to Fishkit and make it Fishbait!" It was an old joke from when he fell in the river. "But really, you'll be Troutspine or Troutleap. And I'll be Falconclaw, and Fawnie will be Fawnshy."

By morning, Troutkit's name was forever doomed to stay Troutkit. They made him an honorary warrior, named him Troutjump, and buried him by the river.

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