& we all still die, what will you leave behind?

.name.
owlfeather

.age.
18 moons

.gender.
female

.orientation.
pansexual

.clan.
thunderclan (if this is okay with everyone?)

.rank.
deputy

.appearance.
A mixture of whites & browns, it is clear where her name comes from. She sports large ears with tufts on the tips and a tail of pure fluff, along with eyes the color of frozen lakes. Owlfeather often sticks feathers into the fur on her tail, generally those from blue jays or another blue bird, in honor of her late mother. In addition, she wears a two leg item around her neck - a set of three light blue spheres.

.personality.

+ Gentle + To call Owlfeather gentle might nearly be an understatement. She is kind and understanding to all living creatures, including cats of other clans and any animal she comes across that is suffering. In another life, perhaps her paws would have led her down the path of a Medicine Cat, but it seems that StarClan saw it better fit for her to bring peace to battlefields.

+ Emotionally Strong + It seems that this she cat has a will with the strength of stone. It takes a lot to shake her collected attitude, or cause her pain that will last more than a fleeting moment. Owlfeather possesses the ability to bounce back from loss and horror in an instant.

/ Lofty / Because of her carefree attitude, it's often that Owlfeather seems lofty, or distant. It's not hard for to become lost in worlds she has created in her head, nor is it unusual to find her daydreaming.

/ Bubbly / This she cat is really quite bubbly, seeming to 'spill' over with joy and happiness. She is excitable and just glad to be alive.

- Day dreamer - While being lofty is not a good nor a bad trait, being a day dreamer is. Having spent a lot of time alone when she was younger, Owlfeather has built many worlds within her head, which she often escapes into at the worst of times. Because of this, she occasionally forgets her Warrior duties.

- Overly friendly - This trait can be up for debate, depending on who you speak to. Because of her open heart 'policy,' Owlfeather seems to not care for borders much. While she has rarely ever crossed one, she would not hesitate to do so, even if it breaks the Warrior code. In truth, she finds some of that to be quite... silly.

.relationships.
Jaybird [Mother][Deceased]
'Bat' [Father][Unknown]
Fawn [Sister][Unknown]

.songs.
a long time ago - first aid kit x
million miles - ewert & the two dragons x
dear daphne - clara c x
willow tree march - the paper kites x

.visual appearance.
"she was built from frozen lakes & a cosmic fallout"

this design was done by maplespyder on DA as a custom for me.

.history.

'you're opening bombs with gift wrap, without a care,'
A one night stand, nothing more than a fling with a tom cat beyond borders, turned into two young kits being born half-blood in ThunderClan. Before their birth, it had been agreed that one of the little ones would go with their father when they finished drinking their mothers milk. And so the two kits became Owlkit and Fawn, sisters with fates that would their paws far from one another. As they got older, it became clear that Owlkit was much more like her mother, happy and bubbly and always looking to play. It did not matter to her that the other cats called her half blood, her loyalties lie wherever her mother was.

When Fawn was taken by their father, Owlkit was surprised at the emptiness it seemed to cause in her heart. After all, losing kin was something she had never experience before. In a few days time, however, Owl was back to bothering her mother and not so patiently awaiting her apprentice ceremony. In the cold season before her ceremony, Jaybird fell quite ill, confined to the Medicine Den to the point that she missed her daughters ceremony.

'stay with me, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head,'
Owlkit became Owlpaw, apprenticed to a towering tom cat named Lionclaw. Despite the sudden business of her life, the young apprentice made time to visit her mother every day, losing sleep to share her stories and learn all that she could from the fading Warrior. Every cat knew that Jaybird was dying, Owlpaw included, yet she seemed unwilling to let go. Day and night the older cat struggled to keep breathing, though her eyes would always blaze when her daughter came to visit.

To this day, Owl remembers the day her mother passed. She had just turned 8 moons the day before, and had returned to camp after training all day. Upon entering the Medicine Den, something felt... off. Her mother was lying stone still, though her sides still rose and fell weakly. Jaybird ushered her daughter to her, placed her forehead to Owl's. 'I will always love you, daughter. Do not ever doubt the love I have for you. I am... so sorry I won't be here to see you become the Warrior I know you can be. But I'll be watching from the stars, little one. Until next we meet.' Dying words that haunted Owlpaw for days to come.

And still, like before, the young cat seemed to come back stronger from it. She began to wear blue jay feathers in her fur, staining spots on her fur with the brilliant blue color. Owlpaw completed her apprenticeship on time, head held high when her Warrior name was announced.

'remember the things that I said, 'till then I'll be holding your head,'
Owlfeather - named for her speed, agility & her ability to always float back to Earth when things go wrong. In some ways, it is also a tribute to her late mother, a reference to the feathers that the young cat began to wear after her passing. The brown and white cat soon took a liking to two leg items & collecting them, donning a string of blue pearls around her neck that she found in a camp site.

When Owlfeather was sixteen moons, the former deputy of ThunderClan passed away due to a mysterious illness. Never in a thousand years would Owlfeather have guessed that she would be named his successor, and yet she was. Having become mentor to a cat shortly after becoming a Warrior herself, she was eligible for the position.

Since then, she has remained at their leader's side to help them keep ThunderClan running. Now at eighteen moons & without an apprentice due to her becoming a Warrior, what does the future hold for Owlfeather?

.likes.

★ Moonlight / starlight
★ Bird watching
★ Gentle thunderstorms
★ Frolicking
★ Afternoon naps

.dislikes.

★ Swimming
★ Being bossed around
★ Being spoken down to

.fears.

★ Never seeing her mother again
★ Killing a blue jay on accident
★ Drowning
★ Being struck by lightning
★ Being abandoned by friends / her clan

.other / fun facts.

★ Owlfeather is a poly-dactyl cat
★ She enjoys humming & will often be heard doing so
★ Her collection of two leg items is ever growing!

Name:
Ravenheart.
Age:
20 moons.
Gender:
She-cat.
Current rank:
A warrior of Shadowclan.
Personality:
Ravenheart was a feisty, adventurous and a rebellious apprentice, and very few could actually tell her what to do and what not to. She was rebellious and would close her ears to anyone she didn't want to listen to, and even if someone told her to do something she knew was right, she would do the exact opposite just because she liked to be right. But as she grew, she became more mature and serious. Ravenheart can be stubborn and rude, but she's become more responsible and calm. She's a bit reckless, but on most days, she's very calm and rather reserved. She's determined, bold, loyal and brave. Although, she can be very rude, and she is basically the queen of sass. She's very mysterious and extremely tough. Ravenheart lets everyone be seen to by the medicine cat before her and would go into a fire to save a kit. She's dedicated, blunt and sharp-tongued. She's dignified yet stubborn. She's fierce, cautious and careful. She chooses her words wisely, but sometimes, words just pop out of her mouth, and sooner or later she'll regret it. She's not the wisest cat around, but she's responsible and very clever. But she's bound to do something reckless. But one thing that her fellow clan members are always very concerned about, is how she loves to swim, and a couple of times she's managed to catch a fish. Ravenheart is relatively quiet, but she is not afraid to speak for herself or for others. She's a rather closed person, and rarely opens up to others. She has the ability to stay calm in situations where most others would panic.
Appearance:
Source.
Ravenheart is a small she-cat, just like her mother was. She has tiny, neat paws, a very long tail and a lithe, slender, long body. She has a soft, yet thick fur and pure, clear, wide green eyes. She has short legs, a glossy fur and sturdy muscles.
History:
Ravenheart was born to a Shadowclan queen, a beautiful ginger she-cat with yellow eyes. But she never knew who her father was, and her mother never told her and changes the subject every time Ravenheart brings it up. But she as well as others are starting to suspect that her mother, Acornfall, might have been meeting a Riverclan tom named Nightstorm. He is a giant black tom with a long fur and blazing green eyes. Ravenheart has seen him more than a couple of times glancing at her mother as well as Ravenheart herself. But Ravenheart has always ignored him.
Ravenheart was a feisty, adventurous and a rebellious apprentice, and very few could actually tell her what to do and what not to. She was rebellious and would close her ears to anyone she didn't want to listen to, and even if someone told her to do something she knew was right, she would do the exact opposite just because she liked to be right. But as she grew, she became more mature and serious.
Her mentor was a tom called Skyheart. He was also a better hunter than a fighter. He was pure white with shining blue eyes. He trained her well, but two moons before Ravenheart received her warrior name, Skyheart was ambushed by a rogues while out hunting alone. So Ravenheart got another mentor. A young cat named Silverleaf. She was a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with kind blue eyes. She and Ravenheart got along very well, and were good friends.
Her leader, Froststar, gave Ravenheart the suffix 'heart' in honor of her fallen mentor. She was honored for her determination and energy. A few moons later, Silverleaf drowned in the lake in leaf-bare, falling through the ice when playing with Ravenheart.
Song:


Sexuality:
Heterosexual.

Family:
Mother-Acornfall.
Father-Nightstorm.

Likes:
The night and everything about it. (Stars, sound, the moon, etc.)
Water, swimming, etc.
Darkness.

Dislikes:
Fears:
Other:



Name:
Mittens.
Age:
50 moons.
Gender:
Tom.
Current rank:
A former kittypet.
Personality:
Appearance:
Source.
History:
Likes:
Comfort.
Food.
Dislikes:
The wild.
Cats that are not kittypets.
Fears:
The wild, basically.
Other:




Name:
Fenrir
Age:
53 moons.
Gender:
Tom.
Current rank:
Rogue.
Personality:
Featherdawn is a ferocious cat, merciless and cruel. He's not all evil though, only to outsiders. He cares deeply for his clan, and is generally helpful. He's generally calm, but can be quickly angered. He has amazing fighting skills, trained by his father as well as other warriors and his mentor. Although he's a horrible hunter, clumsy and barges through the undergrowth without caution, he would never admit it. Featherdawn is brutal in battle, and is a warrior code challenger and sometimes breaks it, especially in battles. Ravenheart and Froststar keep reminding him that he shouldn't need to kill cats to win a battle, but he never listens. He's rather laid-back but is almost always up to some fun. He's serious, yes, but he wouldn't turn down a chance to do something fun. He's short-tempered, competitive, manipulative, clever and also a great strategist, just like his father. He's pretty mature and can be a bit difficult from time to time. He doesn't have a mate as of right now, but he is open, but not desperate. He likes to flirt, yes, but he's never found a she-cat he'd really want to spend his life with. But if he happens to find someone who he really loves, he'll give everything to protect that cat and keep her save. He's romantic, protective and has a good, but a dark humor. He's not charming at first, but slowly, he becomes more open and kinder. Featherdawn is loyal, brave and caring. He's pretty confident and likes the feeling of when he knows someone fears him. He's caring, helpful and a great friend. He can be a bit awkward sometimes, but he very rarely shows it. He's quick-witted, brave and bold. He's pretty rude and mean, and his tongue is as sharp as his claws.
Appearance:
Source.
Featherdawn is like his father, both personality and appearance. Although, he's more battle thirsty and more aggressive. He's an extremely large tom, out-sizing his father by a few centimeters, with broad shoulders, long body and a thick dark brown tabby and white fur. His icy blue eyes are cold, and his ears are large, allowing him to hear well. He has long, muscular legs, a thick, bushy tail and thorn-sharp, hooked claws. A big, nasty scratch covers his broad muzzle from a fight he picked with some kittypets. He's tall, sturdy and towers above many cats.
History:
As a young kit, many feared that he might become an evil, cruel, power-hungry cat when he'd be older. But that turned out to be false. Yes, he is battle-hungry, rude, aggressive and mean, but he's a great warrior that cares about his clan. He'd die for them any day.
Featherdawn was trained by a warrior named Stonecreek. A stone-gray warrior with blazing green eyes. A sturdy tom with great battle skills. He trained him hard and well, and many other cats took interest in his training and how his progress processed. He could've been made a warrior before his time, and his father knew, but he wouldn't. Featherdawn wasn't exactly happy with that but he dealt with it delicately, shrugging the problem off his shoulders like he does to every other problem. Then, he was turned into a warrior. He was honored for his battle skill and strength.
The days and moons after, he noticed a fellow warrior named Flowerstem. She took a particularly much interest in him, and he enjoyed it, dropping hints until he took on a full-on flirting thing. But he never felt a spark inside him, and he knew he didn't love her. One day he told her. He should wait for someone else who may resemble him more. She was too kind for his liking, and couldn't take care of herself, which he didn't find very attractive. She always need someone to take care of her, to save her. Yes, he liked to save others, but he would also like a mate that could actually take care of herself, who was independent and fierce, like him. She was angry, of course, very angry. A couple of moons later, she was killed by a badger.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Other:

WIP
These forms are taken from another RP where I'm playing with these cats. I will fix this, of course.