N a m e
Kestrelpaw.

A g e
10 moons (10 months) old.

G e n d e r
Female.

C l a n
SnowClan.

R a n k
Apprentice.

P e r s o n a l i t y
Stern and calm. Kestrelpaw takes her training seriously and tends to view cats who goof around too much poorly. She's very studious, a seeker of knowledge always on the lookout to learn something new. Some might think she doesn't know how to have fun and they are probably right. Kestrelpaw hardly ever takes time to just pal around with friends or relax. She's a very goal driven cat and often can't be convinced to rest for even a second.

A p p r e n t i c e
None. Not even a warrior herself yet.

M e n t o r
Honeydawn • Played by Skystone

F a m i l y
Newtpelt • Mother
Hazelstripe • Father

M a t e
Too young to have kits. Open for crushes and stuff though.

T h e m e S o n g
Watch Me Shine - Joanna Pacitti.

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N a m e
Astercloud.

A g e
24 moons (2 years) old.

G e n d e r
Male.

C l a n
GemClan.

R a n k
Warrior.

P e r s o n a l i t y
Level-headed, patient and naturally quiet, Astercloud fails to stand out much among his Clanmates, but is content to blend in. Despite not being the most exciting warrior around he's far from introverted and enjoys the company of other cats. He finds complete silence rather unsettling and will go so far as to avoid it with senseless chatter if necessary. Even if he's only talking to himself. He has a tendency to laze around camp if not given a task to complete. He isn't unintelligent and could likely improve in the areas where his abilities lack if he weren't so indolent. He is thoughtful and appreciative of nature, at times proving rather philosophical. It's not rare for him to go off on a tangent that likely won't make sense to anyone save for himself.

A p p r e n t i c e
None.

M e n t o r
None.

F a m i l y
Lavenderwhisker • Mother
Falconflight • Father
Ashwind • Litter Sister

M a t e
TBD.

T h e m e S o ng
Kids - MGMT.

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N a m e
Redbird.

A g e
24 moons (2 years) old.

G e n d e r
Male.

C l a n
SnowClan.

R a n k
Warrior.

P e r s o n a l i t y
While Redbird can come across as obnoxious and self-entitled to those who don't know him well it’s generally unintentional on his part. He does tend to run on the sarcastic side and can range anywhere from being very straightforward to horribly passive-aggressive around cats he dislikes, usually dependent on who he's speaking with. Pair that with the fact he has a habit of subtly teasing others and this doesn't often endear him to many of the other warriors. It's never his intention to be cruel, but for those who don't understand his sense of humor it's easy to become offended by his insults.

That aside, he’s an amiable fellow who means well and can be quite friendly when in good company. Redbird is very compassionate, protective and empathetic which often leads to him being reckless if someone else is in danger. He won't hesitate to put his own life in danger if it means keeping a Clanmate safe and will defend his friends with everything he's got. Redbird might not be the biggest or strongest cat around, but he can be viciously tenacious when necessary. He cares a great deal about his appearance, having grown up in a family where looks were considered everything. His vanity never quite reached the same level as that of his brother Sunny, but he can often be found meticulously grooming his fur after a patrol.

H i s t o r y
Redbird was born a kittypet named Phoenix. His early life was spent in luxury, born into the home of a prestigious LaPerm breeder and then sold off as a companion animal once he reached an appropriate age alongside his brother Sunny. Their owners showered them with affection and the two young cats grew up truly pampered. Things changed when a fire tore through their home and the formerly inside only cats found themselves lost on the streets, having escaped through a window.

The brothers came to a disagreement three days later and parted ways, with Phoenix wanting to move elsewhere and Sunny wishing to continue his search for their burned home. Phoenix headed out to the mountains and soon after came across SnowClan. After some convincing they agreed to take him in and train him up as a warrior. It was tough going at first and the newly named Redbird quickly learned he'd have to shape up if he wanted to stay. While he finds the warrior lifestyle messy sometimes he doesn't have any real regrets. These cats are his family now.

A p p r e n t i c e
None yet.

M e n t o r
Dovesong (Adoptable).

F a m i l y
Flare (Mother/Status Unknown).
Bart (Father/Status Unknown).
Sunny (Litter Brother/Status Unknown).

M a t e
No one yet.

T h e m e S o n g
Unbreakable Heart - Three Days Grace.

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N a m e
Reedclaw.

A g e
46 moons (4 years, 4 months) old.

G e n d e r
Male.

C l a n
GemClan.

R a n k
Warrior.

P e r s o n a l i t y
Stern and uptight in demeanor, Reedclaw comes from a background of self-discipline that has followed him well into the present day. He's needed to keep his emotions carefully in check nearly his entire life and doesn't quite know how to relax, though kits tend to bring out his softer side and he can often be found entertaining them in his spare time. His sense of moral justice is strong and he frowns immensely upon rule breaking or disobeying authority figures without a justifiable reason, though of course there are cases where it is excusable and he'll always speak up for anyone he believes has been abused or mistreated. Normally little more than a silent figure standing in a corner, he's passionate about the causes he does choose to align himself with and can be quite vocal in his opinions.

"You are a soldier, not a diplomat. You are here to be seen, not to be heard. You are the required muscle and that is all," were common comments from superiors of his former alliance before joining OakClan, but such admonishments did little to dissuade him from speaking should he believe his voice needed to be heard. He attempts to speak in as respectful a manner he can manage and always in a calm, even tone. Never quick to anger, or if he is then he hides it well behind an unreadable, stoic expression. Violence is a necessary evil in his mind, but he'll do his best to smooth over a situation without bloodshed if he can, willing to use intimidation and threats in order to get rival cats to back off or surrender without a fight.

Once he becomes comfortable with someone Reedclaw tends to grow attached and overprotective. Even if he isn't the most openly affectionate tom he has other ways of showing that he cares; subtle touches, compliments, gift giving and actually joking around with the cats in question being a few clues. His loyalty is not easily earned, but once you've gained it you can expect a friend who will go to great lengths to insure you are safe and support you through your endeavors. He's surprisingly family oriented and a hopeless romantic, but hasn't had much time to devout to finding a life partner or having kits just yet.

H i s t o r y
Reedclaw came from a fairly strict, militaristic family of rogues who had been at war with their neighbors for as long as any cat could remember. He started training for the militia as young as three moons at the insistence of his father, the group leader. His apprenticeship was rough, the conditions so harsh and cruel none of his siblings survived to graduation. Eventually Reedclaw was fully assimilated into the militia. He doesn't like remembering this part of his life. He did many things he's now ashamed of. Things that haunt his dreams and memories alike.

When he reached his 20th moon Reedclaw's family group came to a violent end, their rivals finally gaining the upper paw. With little left to call his own and few survivors who had any interest in sticking around, Reedclaw moved away from the area entirely. Once he stumbled upon GemClan territory he was initially aggressive toward the Clan cats, malevolence being all he'd come to expect from strangers. He got into a few skirmishes with border patrols before curiosity finally replaced hostility.

It was slow progress, but eventually loneliness drove him to request admittance to GemClan. It took many moons to gain enough trust to earn a true warrior name and be fully accepted into the Clan, but Reedclaw is now as respected and valued as any other senior warrior.

A p p r e n t i c e
None currently.

M e n t o r
Wolfheart (Deceased). By the time Reedclaw joined the Clan he was already an adult with advanced combat skills, but someone still had to teach him how to live in a Clan setting.

F a m i l y
Calista (Mother/Deceased).
Vito (Father/Deceased).
Gloria (Litter Sister/Deceased).
Diego (Litter Brother/Deceased).

M a t e
No one yet.

T h e m e S o n g
Warrior Inside - Leader.

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S m a l l R P S a m p l e
From CreekClan.

Fear washed over Flamestar in intense waves as she propelled herself through the forest on tiring legs, the sound of enraged caterwauls and pursuing pawsteps not far behind. No matter how fast she ran the safety of camp seemed forever out of reach and the ginger she-cat knew she couldn’t keep going like this forever. Her breathing had become ragged, her lungs burned and ribs ached from her desperate attempt to flee her attacker’s wrath, but there was no escape. She knew this the moment claws pierced her shoulders and a heavier body forced her to the ground. She twisted in her enemy’s grasp, claws tearing through skin and leaving behind a searing pain as Flamestar struggled to face the cat who had caught her. An eyeless feline with lengthy canines and pitch black fur stared down at her, unrecognizable and seeming out of this world. “You have failed this Clan,” he meowed darkly before his elongated teeth plunged into her throat.

Flamestar awoke with a gasp, her nest torn to shreds from a night full of endless tossing and turning. It took her a moment to realize it'd all just been a horrible dream. The eyeless tom was gone. She was alive and well in camp. CreekClan was still here and thriving. She drew in a shaky breath and rolled onto her paws, shaking out her thin coat to free it of the grass and scraps of moss that clung to it before leaving her den. Golden eyes scanned the camp to find it already bustling with activity and a rush of shame had the she-cat glancing away briefly, embarrassed she had slept in so much longer than her deputy and warriors. She spotted Stonestripe and Echoclaw leaving through the camp entrance and assumed they were off on a herb gathering mission. “Be careful!” She called after them. “Always remain vigilant for signs of ValleyClan! If you spot any strange cats return to camp and report to me immediately.”

After the deputy and medicine cat had disappeared from sight Flamestar padded over to greet the Clan’s only queen. “Good morning Rowanfang. How are you this morning?” She asked with genuine interest. The beautiful queen’s bulging stomach was a sign she would begin kitting any day now and a tingle of excitement rushed down Flamestar’s spine at the thought of new lives being born. Perhaps she would even mentor one of these youngsters herself when the time came. Flamestar had only ever had one apprentice before becoming CreekClan’s new deputy and now leader. She was eager to reprise the role of a teacher. “Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable?” She added, assuming being so heavy with kits probably wasn’t the most blissful feeling.

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I m a g e C r e d i t s

Ian Lee / Flickr
Tetsu Yamazaki Photography
Cat Time
Blue Moon
thesilverpaws on Tumblr
Helmi Flick Cat Photography