Name:
Sheepcloud
Reason for name:
Named after the Bighorn Sheep.
She is a particularly calm cat, showing incredible patience and so earned the -cloud suffix.
Age:
58 Moons
Sex:
Female
Sexual orientation:
Pansexual
Rank:
Warrior
Appearance:
Sheepcloud is a stocky, somewhat pudgy-looking she-cat with a round face and small ears. She has a brown ticked tabby coat with a white muzzle, underbelly and paws, and a pair of light creamy-yellow eyes. Her fur is plush and fluffy and she has a warm, homely smile. She has an overall pleasant and inviting look to her that matches her calm demeanour rather well.
Personality:
Sheepcloud is a calm and collected cat, with a daunting amount of patience. She prefers to take things slow and enjoy the small, enjoyable moments in life, like a kitten's first big yawn, or a fluffy cloud passing by in an otherwise endless blue sky. She cares deeply for her clanmates, always offering a friendly ear if they need to talk, and despite losing her own litter, the she-cat had been foster-mother to more kittens than Petrelpaw. If a cat just wants to unwind and spend a calm afternoon with another, Sheepcloud is a warm and welcoming companion.
History:
Sheepcloud's apprenticeship was for the most part, uneventful. Though some say that she earned her name after being patient enough to wait all day next to the beaver pond, only to catch a gigantic trout, the story is only partially true- though she won't say which part and will just chuckle happily at the confused looks she gets. Soon after she became a warrior, she fell head-over heels for a rogue she met near the border. They met up a many times over that Greenleaf, and while he seemed enamored by her as well, he refused to join the clan. Two or three meetings later, he stopped coming and Sheepcloud was already quite heavily pregnant.

The fact that the rogue left didn't leave her upset, she was happy to have kits on the way and put all her attention back on the clan. Soon she gave birth to a huge litter of five kittens, all plump and active, she was happy and they were well-fed. The only noteable time in her life that Sheepcloud could be said to have been shaken so badly was when she came back from a morning walk to find her litter missing; they were said to have been taken by a coyote or fox, though she never got a straight answer. The queen spent days tightly curled up at the back of the nursery, clearly depressed and not really speaking to anyone. She slowly came back to her normal homely self when she was offered a small litter who'd been found nearby, and as she had nearly double the amount of milk that they'd need, Sheepcloud readily took them in. She took on foster kittens like this until having raised Petrelkit, then decided that she would go back to normal warrior's duties.

( Anyone younger than 30 Moons can say Sheepcloud was their foster mom if they like. d: )

Name:
Petrelpaw
Reason for name:
Named after the Leach's Storm Petrel, native to BC.
He'll likely become Petrelfoot, as he is a very fast runner.
Age:
10 Moons
Sex:
Male
Sexual orientation:
Uncertain
Rank:
Apprentice
Appearance:
A short-furred dark grey tomcat with a small splash of white on his belly and dusky green-grey eyes. He is lean with a loping gait, and is a particularly fast and sure-footed runner. Petrelpaw can normally be seen sunning himself when he's not training, and has a habit of sticking the tip of his tongue out when he's purring of contentment.
Personality:
Petrelpaw is a hard-working and adamant sort, determined to become a cat of impressiveness and potentially one who holds a bit of power. At the beginning of his Apprenticeship, he was a particularly unsociable and stubborn tom, but he's slowly becoming better at getting along with his clanmates in hopes of achieving his dream one day. He's definitely become more sociable, though he does still have his bouts of stubbornness, and since he's not the strongest Apprentice, will often demand a rematch if he's beaten during battle training.
History:
Petrelpaw was born to two young Warriors, Skunkface and Fogfoot at the end of Newleaf, just as the temperatures rose into Greenleaf. He was a single runty kitten, though Skunkface had a long and painful labour after which she mostly slept for days on end while Petrelpaw fed and Fogface occasionally dropped by. It wasn't until she started to run a high fever that the Medicine Cat at the time realized she had an infection, but she passed away not a day later.

Petrelkit was given to Sheepfur to raise, but Fogfoot became unraveled without his mate, sullenly walking out of the clan without so much as a whisker over his shoulder and no intention of returning for his young kit. Petrelkit was nary a week old, so only considers his foster mother and her relatives his family.