"Power is neither good nor evil. But its user makes it so."

Name

Littlekit-->Littlepaw-->Littlestep-->[Littlestar]
Little because as a kit she was smaller than the rest of her litter. Step because her legs were shorter and a faster pace was needed to keep up. Star because she's now leader.

Age

52 Moons(4 years 4 months)

Gender

Female

Orientation

She doesn't identify any sexuality. Love is love to her, doesn't matter who the cat is.

Breed

American Shorthair Calico

Clan

Treeclan

Rank

Leader

Appearance



There's a reason why they call her Littlestar; her short legs giving her a slow stride unless she picks up the pace. Though they're shorter, her years of putting them to the test to work to keep up with larger cats has gained her a lot of muscle packed onto her shoulders and her little pillars. With a dirty white pelt and orange and black patches all over her, the name and her appearance give her a cute image. Though this is what vibe she gives off;cute and innocent, when she's set off, she has unimaginable strength that she's able to unleash, and her small body giving her an even better advantage to slip through the paws of her attacker.

Reaching an outstanding height of 10in., she is used to being loomed over by now. From her nose to her tail tip is a little longer than that, though she has a rather short snout. With her silky, light hued pelt, being able to see her muscles ripple when she moves is quite a surprise to her image. She has captivating orange orbs that could catch the attention of any tom or she-cat. It's full of determination and pride, but yet gives off a soft look. With her bright pink ears, nose, tongue, and paws, her feminine face is able to give her the benefit of doubt and take her enemies by surprise easily.

Personality

Little is what you would call a "Huge teddy bear" but instead a "Normal size teddy bear", in her case. She has a giant heart that has enough room in it to fill her entire clan and not leave anyone out. She's very caring and sweet to others, mostly she-cats, and gives off a more sassy, snarky personality off to toms. But all in all, her true color is probably a very bright yellow. With a little bit of brown smudged into the middle, of course.
Though Littlestar comes off as a nice cat that has a little bit of a sass to her, there is a side in her that she doesn't show to her clan, full of sadness and despair and rage. Lot's of rage. It's a surprise how much anger such a little kitten sized cat could fit in. Most of it comes from her past, but it's being fueled even more by the rogues. She has a surprisingly extremely short temper, though her patience level gives that trait a little bit of a boost. If she were to be annoyed by a pestering cat, let's say, she may be ticked off majorly, but is very skilled at hiding it, having been leader for many moons and adjusting her attitude appropriately.
All in all, Littlestar is known for her soft side and a bit of her snarky side. She has a high patience level, but not so much for temper. She's a natural born leader full of determination with a will inside of her, although she does have a darker side that's full of sadness and anger from her past.

History

When Littlestar was born, She wasn't known as "Littlekit", more so as just Little. Though it was an odd name, she deserved it for being almost twice as small as her brothers and sisters. She was born in a field, not too far from man, but not too close, either. She had two brothers and a sister and her mother, and thats who she grew up with in her life, except the occasional stray passing by where she lived, which actually happened to be a maple tree on the top of a hill surrounded by a a corn farm owned by a man whose house remained far away. A small hollow in the tree was where her family would sleep and rest, so as she grew up, practicing being able to get up to the den with her little stubs was extremely difficult. This is where her trait of patience and determination began, of course.
As she grew up, she became very close to her brother Shill, who was a black cat that was about twice her size, it seemed. He would train her most of the time, her mother was usually just there to feed them and would leave again.

Her sister Milly was always a brat, and would only talk in sarcasm, making fun of Little for being little more than half of the time that she spoke. Sagefoot was usually just quiet. He only liked mom, and sometimes he would even leave with her to go off wherever they went. So it was mostly just Shill and Little that got along. But one evening, when Lily came back with Sage, there was another cat, a tom. He was a big, orange tabby cat. Sage was sulking behind the two when they got up to the tree, her mother announcing that they were all leaving with this tom to go to where he lives, and that we would basically live as kittypets. Shill began arguing with her about it, and eventually, Sage, Lily, and Milly were gone with this stranger. It was just Shill and Little now. they stayed put for awhile before their start of traveling. They were both 4 Moons by then, two very small cats trying to find a way throughout the world to a place where they could be happy. This took a long time to find, but eventually they cam across a Clan that resided in a large, thick forest. It was odd of them to live up in the trees; it took them a long time to notice that there were many cats above them.

They were offered into this clan after showing no threats and just a wanting of a home. She started out with being a kit, since she wasn't quite yet 6 Moons. She found their customs to be really weird, but after awhile, she grew accustomed to it. Shill, on the other hand, did not. Their Starclan beliefs were bogey to him and he didn't believe in it at all. Littlepaw of course, fully believed it, and therefore, they were forced to shun her brother from the clan.
This happening was the worst thing that could have happened to Little throughout hr entire lifetime. Her brother had been her only friend; she would've gone with him, but she'd already found a new purpose in this home. Her family's disappearance has left a bullet wound in her heart that she thinks she can fill with the love of the clan.

Relationships

Ashcloud[Close friend] - Alive(Warrior)
Wolfclaw[Close friend] - Alive(Warrior)
Coontail[Close friend] - Alive(Medicine Cat)
Swansong[Very close friend] - Alive(Deputy)


Kin

Shill[Brother - Love] - Missing[OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Pure black tom cat with dark green eyes, very large.

Sagefoot[Brother - Like] - Missing[OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Partly black cat with lots of white on him, as well. Around Shill's size.

Milly[Sister - Love] - Missing[OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Cream colored cat with orange tabby patches around her pelt with brown hazel eyes.

Lily[Mother - Dislike] - Deceased
Blueish colored with white paws and blue eyes.

Gale[Father - Never knew] - Deceased
White with a brown tail, muzzle, and eartips. Larger than Sagefoot or Shill.

Mate/crush

No one has caught her eye yet.

Theme Song

To be updated.

Other

Pewpewpew

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"Oh my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches, too."

Name

Whitekit-->[Whitepaw]-->Whiteheart
White from his only white spot on his chest. Heart because it's over his heart.

Age

9 Moons(9 months).

Gender

Male.

Orientation

Pansexual.

Breed

American Short Hair.

Clan

Treeclan.

Rank

Apprentice



Appearance

Whitepaw is a nicely toned cat, and has a rather slender body. At the moment, he's more small than he will after training to be a warrior, but he lacks of muscles and is mostly skin and bone. Despite this, he does have very agile legs that move swiftly, and enough muscular strength is packed into them for him to leap tree branch to tree branch, which is a good skill in combat for him.
He has a silky smooth, pure black pelt with a little white dot above his chest, but more around his throat. His bright yellow eyes stand out vividly from the rest of his pelt, which is about mostly the only thing charming about him except his rather cute face. He has a short snout with slightly rounded ears, and a small

Personality

Being a rather quiet cat, Whitepaw is more isolated and kept to himself. He doesn't have many friends, and with that, comes not very good social skills. He's very nervous and has a lot of anxiety. Loud noises like thunder storms or large quarrels from other cats rather scare him, so when he's not out doing his duties, he's usually taking shelter in the Apprentice den. Though he has a very shaky outercore, when he's in a rather chill vibe, he can be a pretty nice cat. He's not all too friendly, and can come off as maybe rude or sadistic at first, but it sure isn't his motive. He can be a really nice cat if you can deal with the rest of his personality, and he only means well.

History

Like most others, Whitepaw was born into the clan as a young kit. He was healthy and didn't have any problems, but his mother wasn't so lucky. While birthing him, his mom, Birdflight, and his other 3 siblings did not make it after him, and he was the only one left. His father had been a stray passing through, and Whitepaw had never met him. With this, current queens of the clan raised him to be the cat he was today, which isn't very impressive.



Relationships

Open.

Kin

Jayflight[Mother - Never met] - Deceased
Dark blue, skinny cat, with brighter blue eyes.

Berry[Father - Never Met] - [OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Large, rugged white cat with black patches with dusty gold eyes, left one missing.

Mate/crush

None that currently meet the eye.

Theme Song

Soon to be updated.

Other

Fingie guns

"Don’t believe all the lies that you’ve been told."

Name
Ashcloud.

Ash for his light, grayish pelt. Cloud for his gentle disposition.

Age
28 moons (2 years, 4 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Asexual & Demiromantic.

Breed
Oriental Longhair.

Clan
TreeClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Appearance
Ashcloud is a slim, lithe tom with a semi-long blue ticked tabby pelt and creamy underfur. His figure is somewhat extreme compared to other cats thanks to his Oriental heritage. His build elegant and lithe, and rather long overall. Despite his delicate frame Ashcloud is a natural athlete with a surprising amount of lean muscle covering his narrow frame, both a exemplary climber and a fast sprinter, though his expertise appears to be in quickly scaling trees over running.

Pale green. wide-based, almond shaped eyes are set in a chiseled, wedge-shaped head tapering into a fine muzzle with fanned, forward tilting ears. Ashcloud could never be considered a large cat, but he is fairly tall, long legs leading down to small paws with long, slender toes. In profile his muzzle is a straight line from forehead to nose-tip, giving the impression of a mild roman nose. He has a tubular shaped body and a soft, glossy coat. He has a dark pink nose.



Personality
A kind and compassionate young cat. Ashcloud always strives to support his Clanmates rather than bring them down. He is confident and self-assured, but also gentle and humble. He has faith in himself and his skills, but is also quick to uplift others and rarely comments on his own achievements. Lively, intelligent and sociable, he is most content when in the company of other cats, but also enjoys a little quiet time to himself every now and then.

Highly devoted, Ashcloud would do anything for his Clan, so long as it doesn't go against his morals of course. TreeClan is rarely unfair or cruel so this hasn't been a concern for the majority of his life. Though he has seen darkness in his past he chooses to always see the bright side of life and always pushes forward, forever the optimist. He still tends to suffer from bouts of depression and will often wander off on his own until it passes enough to rejoin his Clanmates.

Backstory
His younger years were peaceful and happy, his parents both very loving and supportive. Unfortunately his father was killed on the very same day he and Smokepaw became apprentices, slain by a fox. Ashpaw was so depressed he couldn't be consoled and his training was held off for nearly a moon before Willowheart and Smokepaw finally managed to convince him closing himself off from everyone and ignoring his duties wasn't helping anyone let alone himself. His father's death still weighs on him heavily, but he pushed through his training, earning his warrior name a little later than the other cats his age. Since then tragedy has left the tom and his family in peace until recently, but the rogues and Twolegs are a problem for every cat.



{Art done by our very own Saeginko!!!}

Kin
Willowheart [Mother][Alive - Adoptable]
Small, long-furred blue ticked tabby she-cat with light green eyes.

Salmonclaw [Father][Deceased]
Shorthaired, sleek black and silver mackerel tabby tom with yellow eyes.

Smokefoot [Litter Brother][Alive]
Fluffy black and silver ticked tabby tom with yellow eyes.

Other Relationships
None yet. Open for friends, rivals, etc.

Crush/Mate
None yet. Most definitely needs to be developed through roleplay and the other character should be a close, trusted friend for a time first. Any potential partner will need to understand he has no interest in siring kits, growing anxious and awkward if the subject is brought up. He's very open to the idea of adoption however, should any parentless kits ever need a father figure.

Theme Song
Right Here - Ashes Remain.

"When daybreak seems so far away reach for my hand. When hope and peace begin to fray still I will stand."

Other
Finger guns. :P

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"Fire through my veins, I will fan the flames until my dying breath."

Name
Smokefoot.

Smoke for his grayish pelt. Foot for his speed and agility.

Age
28 moons (2 years, 4 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Heterosexual & Heteroromantic.

Breed
Oriental Longhair.

Clan
TreeClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Appearance
Every bit as lean and graceful as his brother. Out of the sibling pair he's the faster runner despite being larger. Tall with lengthy legs, a slender tail and a slim, lightly muscled build. His pelt is fluffy, glossy and silver with black ticked tabby markings. Smokefoot has almond shaped, clear light golden eyes set in a finely chiseled, wedge-shaped head with large, wide-based ears.

His face is long, in profile a straight line from forehead to nose-tip with only a subtle dip at the bridge of the muzzle. His nose is a dark, pinkish color. His is svelte and almost tubular in shape. Smokefoot's body exudes fragility, but it would be a mistake to make assumptions. He is a cat bred to be solid without expressing excessive bulk and knows his way around a fight.

He might not be the biggest cat around, but Smokefoot is a confident tom who takes pride in his looks, sure to keep his pelt shiny and well-groomed, but not afraid to get dirty either.



Personality
Smokefoot is a down-to-earth cat with a usually laid-back personality. He tends to procrastinate until the last minute, but appears to do well enough regardless. On the downside he's also rather well known for being blunt and isn't afraid to speak his mind even if it might hurt someone's feelings. If you're irritating him enough he certainly won't hesitate to let you know.

This isn't to say Smokefoot lacks compassion however. He's generally a rather warm fellow with well intentions, a cat can feel safe confiding in. He enjoys a challenge and can be quite competitive when the mood strikes him, confident in his own abilities and perhaps a tad arrogant. His favorite pastime his running and he rarely stays still for longer than a few minutes.

Backstory
Same as Ashcloud's.

Kin
Willowheart [Mother][Alive - Adoptable]
Small, long-furred blue ticked tabby she-cat with light green eyes.

Salmonclaw [Father][Deceased]
Shorthaired, sleek black and silver mackerel tabby tom with yellow eyes.

Ashcloud [Litter Brother][Alive]
Semi-longhaired blue ticked tabby tom with green eyes.

Other Relationships
Littlestar, a close friend.

Crush/Mate
Petra - He's seen her around, but has yet to speak to her. Something about this particular rogue seems different and he hopes to formally meet her sooner rather than later.

Theme Song
Any Other Way - We The Kings.

"Gasoline pumping through my veins, dancing on top of the flames, I will never go down any other way."

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"My fears tell me I'll never win."

Name
Ivystorm.

Ivy for her distinctive, dark points. Storm for her dynamic nature.

Age
36 moons (3 years) old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Bisexual & Biromantic.

Breed
Traditional Siamese (Seal Point).

Clan
TreeClan.

Rank
Warrior.

Appearance
Ivystorm is a thin she-cat with a pale cream coat, dark seal points and almond-shaped, stunning deep blue eyes. Black tipped hairs surround her flanks and hind legs. Her left ear is ripped and a long scar curves around the right shoulder, but her pelt is otherwise unblemished save for the very tip of her tail which is crooked. Unlike the western, modern Siamese she is only moderately long, supple and lithe, but in no way extreme.

Her head is somewhat apple shaped, with rounded cheeks and a distinctive spade-shaped muzzle ending in a black nose and long white whiskers. She is a medium sized cat with dense bones, making her much heavier than she appears. Her ears are broad and high set on the skull, rounding out at the tips. Her coat is short and flat, almost silky in texture. Her build is athletic and strong while still exuding softness.

Personality
Calm and level-headed, Ivystorm is the sort of cat that can easily be overlooked as she has no problem being an average warrior or blending in with the crowd. She is somewhat firm in demeanor, taking her duties seriously and urging her siblings to do the same. This isn't to say Ivystorm doesn't know how to have fun however. Catch her in the right mood and she might even agree to taking part in something a bit mischievous so long as it doesn't break the warrior code and isn't mean-spirited.

She has a tendency to wander off on her own quite a bit, spending time out in the woods by herself or taking her younger siblings on little outings despite the ever present threat of rogues. She is stubborn in that way, refusing to be cowed and kept from enjoying her home by unwelcome strangers. If she were ever to meet a rogue face to face she might be inclined to teach them a lesson, but also knows her limits and wouldn't dare attack without backup.

Backstory
An average Clan history until very recently when her parents were found dead just outside the Clan boundaries. Their murderer unknown as Nightface and Molefang were found with slit throats and scenting of no cat they had ever encountered. That was the beginning of the rogues. Ivystorm is now the sole caretaker of her freshly apprenticed siblings Gorsepaw and Blizzardpaw, serving as mother as well as sister.

Kin
Nightface [Mother][Deceased]
White she-cat with black points and blue eyes.

Molefang [Father][Deceased]
Cream furred tom with chocolate points and blue eyes.

Gorsepaw [Younger Sister][Alive - Adoptable]
Cream she-cat with black points and blue eyes.

Blizzardpaw [Younger Brother][Alive - Adoptable]
White tom with black points and blue eyes.

Other Relationships
Wolfclaw - From the first day she met him Ivystorm could see that Wolfclaw was more than a killer. Though he proved mildly hostile to anyone who approached him and distant even after he grew used to the presence of his Clanmates she was gently persistent in joining him on hunting missions or walking beside him on patrols, sensing he could use a friend. His imposing size and gruff words did little to deter her and with time the massive tom warmed up to her. In the present they are the best of friends and can often be found together. He is the only cat she will allow to accompany her when she escapes into the woods for some alone time besides her own siblings or trust with her insecurities. Though she's informed him more than once she can take care of herself his protective nature is appreciated and she feels safe even with the encroachment of the rogues, knowing Wolfclaw always has her back. She is concerned that his quick-to-fight attitude might get him hurt or killed someday and often worries over him.

Crush/Mate
Will eventually come to love Wolfclaw as more than just a friend.

Theme Song
Cold Skin - Seven Lions & Echos {Monstercat Release}.

"And there's darkness here. The whole world I fear and my rumors seem to drown. but I won't let them take me down."

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"Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold."

Name
Brokenpaw. Full warrior name will be Brokenstep.

Named for a leg injury that resulted in a permanent limp.

Age
15 moons (1 year, 3 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Demisexual & Homoromantic.

Breed
Domestic Shorthair.

Clan
TreeClan.

Rank
Medicine Cat Apprentice.

Appearance
Brokenstep is a small black and white patched tom with no distinctive purebred heritage. His hair is thin, but still manages to shed a great deal. He has a round face with a muzzle of moderate length and oval shaped, vibrant golden eyes. His whiskers are short and white and his tail is entirely black without even a speck of white.

His right hind leg is covered in scars, hair missing in clumps around the poorly healed wounds. He has a heavy limp as a result and was initially sentenced to the elder's den before it was noted he had a nose for herbs and could serve a different purpose. He is very skinny and lacks the defined muscle of a warrior as he doesn't do much fighting or training these days.

Personality
Very angry smoll.

Outwardly volatile and unpleasant. He doesn’t trust easily and expects the worst out of everyone, preferring to be left alone rather than sought out for any sort of social interaction unless it's to heal some cat. He spends most of his days in his den or elsewhere away from the Clan. General first impressions of Brokenstep would likely be he’s an extreme cynic with little to no regard for anyone else around him. This isn’t exactly true, while he will keep to himself given the chance, he’s been known to intervene if someone needed help and is more compassionate than often given credit for.

Seen as strange and too aggressive to approach outside of what is nessacary, he doesn't have many friends to speak of. Brokenstep isn’t someone who is particularly used to being treated nicely and views himself poorly. As such, he really doesn't know how to deal with friendly cats and will still prove quite prickly even in the face of genuine kindness. An attitude like that rightfully tends to push others away, but should anyone prove persistent enough to stick around he’ll eventually grow less guarded around that particular cat.

Despite his less than amicable attitude he values life a great deal, even with all the crap he’s seen and endured throughout his, and would rather focus on staying out of the way than harming others. This isn't to say he can't put up a fight if nessacary however, as he can prove quite tenacious when nessacary.

Backstory
Once a promising warrior apprentice, Brokenpaw was born under the name Patchkit. The only offspring of a Clan born she-cat and a passing loner, he grew up with a good deal of scrutiny from his peers. Despite being the runt of the litter and only half-Clan, it was undeniable he'd make a fine warrior one day, a determined and devoted youngster.

His dreams of becoming one of TreeClan's most respected warriors were cut short in a training session gone wrong. Patchpaw's mentor Pinefrost was always particularly harsh and pushed his apprentice to his limits. No one is quite sure what happened as he won't speak of it, but one day Patchpaw returned to camp with a broken, mangled leg. Despite the medicine cat's best efforts it never healed properly, leaving him with a permanent limp.

Renamed Brokenpaw, he was initially ushered off to the elder's den for quite awhile despite his youth. Recently he's shown an interest in healing and been accepted as the medicine cat apprentice.

Kin
Starlingheart [Mother - Alive]
Small black and white she-cat with yellow eyes.

Storm [Father - Alive]
Gray tom with a white chest and amber eyes.

Other Relationships
Coontail, his mentor.

Crush/Mate
No one yet. Good luck.

Theme Song
Gasoline - American Avenue Cover.

"Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?"

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"I will follow you."

Name
Cricket. Soon to be Cricketpaw.

Age
7 moons (7 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Bisexual & Biromantic

Breed
F2 Savannah Cat.

Clan
Soon to be TreeClan.

Rank
Soon to be a Warrior Apprentice. Kittypet for now.

Appearance
Cricket is a tall, slim cat with large ears, a short tail and a darkly spotted golden coat. Distinctive black lines mark around golden eyes, resembling eye-liner. The tail is covered in dark, ringed stripes and ends with a black tip. His F2 heritage insures he retains a rather wild appearance with huge ears and taller than average frame.

Personality
Cricket is bit on the over enthusiastic and excitable side. His behavior can sometimes be considered dog-like, he enjoys playing fetch for example. Despite feeling abandoned by his mother he remains trusting and almost naive of nearly every cat he meets. His faith in and loyalty to others may be a bit misguided as he can be easily swayed by clever words and sad tales. He is very close to his sister Moth and still wonders if their other sister is alive out there somewhere. As of the start of the roleplay he will leave his Twoleg's den in search of her. He's incredibly loyal and once he cares about someone he'll do anything for them.

Backstory
Memories from his first weeks of life are blurry, but Cricket distinctly remembers the day he and Moth were separated from their family. Surrounded by the scent of smoke and intense heat, he recalls Kennedy snatching up Amethyst and disappearing from the nest. Cricket and Moth waited for her to return for them, and when she did not wandered from the nest on their own in fear, unaware Kennedy was on her way back.

They were rescued by a Twoleg who spotted the kittens in the midst of the disaster and managed to catch both before they scrambled deeper into the woods. Cricket and Moth have lived in the Twolegplace ever since, Moth given to their neighbor while Cricket remained with their rescuer. It hasn't been a bad life, bit Cricket often felt cooped up in his owner's house, leading to him being quite destructive. His Twoleg finally had enough and keeps him in an outdoor enclosure now which he often escapes from.

Kin
Kennedy ~ Mother [Assumed dead]
Coyote ~ Father [Deceased]
Amethyst/Foxpaw ~ Litter Sister
Moth/Michelle ~ Litter Sister

Other Relationships
None yet.

Crush/Mate
None yet. Too young for a mate.

Theme Song
Follow You - Bring Me The Horizon.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise you I'll never leave your side."

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Wolfclaw
"This will not be the end of the Clan. As long as I have breath in my lungs and strength in my body, the Clan will survive."

Name

Wolf for his wolf-like pelt. Claw for his superior fighting skills and abnormally sharp claws.

Age

40 moons (3 years, 4 months)

Gender

Masculine

Orientation

Heterosexual + Heteroromantic

Breed

Maine Coon (90%) x Norwegian Forest Cat (10%)

Clan

TreeClan

Rank

Warrior

Appearance

A fearsome, yet attractive, dark gray and black compact brute with a long, fluffy tail and long, soft fur. He has a lighter gray around his neck in a lion mane-like way as well as lighter gray underfur, the same gray added in random areas along his back, legs, and paws. In relation to the rest of his body, Wolfclaw's face is almost entirely black, with just a tad dark gray, reaching up to his pitch black ears, which have long black tufts at the tips. Along with these traits, the fearsome brute has intimidating, yet captivating, strikingly yellow eyes that intensely stare at others as if he's staring into their soul. A gaze so intimidating that, if one was to keep contact with him, one's gaze would soon avert away from the unfriendly stare. Standing at a fearsome 17 inches (at the shoulder) and weighing at a startling 20 pounds (most of it muscle), Wolfclaw is certainly larger than most, if not all, of the cats in both of the Clans, and is typically a beast of a male, with an immense amount of strength, alike that of his cruel father before him. He has rippling muscles like stone to the touch, earned from violent and rather aggressive training as a younger, and the large quantity of fights he has fought in his lifetime. Due to his size and intimidating figure, Wolfclaw is a cat known to strike fear into others with his fearsome appearance, and is a bit infamous amongst the others; he is known to be strategic, intelligent, powerful, and merciless. But still, he has his weaknesses. But he's still powerful nonetheless, with long, razor-sharp teeth that are extremely sharp, much resembling those of his species' ancestor, the Sabertooth-cat, placed in a powerful jaw that can strongly use them to bite with an intent to kill.

This broad-shouldered male has many scars on his body from the many battles he has fought, including one down-across his left eye from his mortal enemy ( a Rogue (Tobi) ), a long one down/across the left side of his neck, three faint claw marks on his left back leg, and a small, yet noticeable one across his dorsal bridge (nose). When he was around a year old, Wolfclaw experienced a fire incident, and has the scars to tell the tale; burn marks show on his underbelly, slightly hidden by his fur, as well as on the bottom of his paws, though the scars don't hurt anymore. This incident left him prepared and experienced with fire, though he is slightly afraid of it. The fighter also has many other various scars on his pelt, but none as significant as the ones mentioned before. Plus a good amount of his scars, and muscles, are hidden beneath his fur. But not all, of course, still many show on his pitch black coat. Despite all the scars Wolfclaw wears, the brute is still an attractive tom cat, though he does at first appear as a fearsome and intimidating brute- his fur, scars, teeth, piercing eyes, and his massive, muscular body all making this so.

Personality

Living a life tainted by loss, Wolfclaw is very aggressive, an intimidating and impressive fighter, with a personality alike to that of an army general. Tough and merciless, he's not one to show any sign of mercy or submissiveness. If he has a legitimate reason, this fearless brute will take on any opponent and will rush into a fight, though his strength and size is very helpful. Lacking fear overall, there is but one thing he does fear; losing someone he loves. Whether it be romantic, friend-wise, or family-wise, this tom fears he'll lose whoever he cares for. Therefore, he's incredibly protective and would do anything for a loved one. Given his slightly short temper, Wolfclaw is a very quick-to-fight brute and, due to his large size and strength, he can almost always cause damage on another if he attacks. He's very aggressive and is very likely to attack if he has a reason, quick to jump with claws out and teeth bared if he or someone he cares for is injured, insulted, threatened, or hurt at all, often causing damage on his opponent. Hence the name Wolfclaw. Despite all this, he's an extremely loyal individual and, once he's committed to someone or something (a pack, or loved one), nothing can keep him from remaining loyal and devoted to them.

Wolfclaw is also very un-trusting and reserved, and it takes a long time and a lot of effort for someone to enter this male's heart. Although this is true, if someone does manage to break through the stone surrounding his cold heart, Wolfclaw is one of the most passionate and devoted males out there, able to hold those dear to him very close. And even though his rather reserved and cold personality can push away the females, he can be quite charming if he so wishes, and if he does ever find a mate, he'd be interested in having kits.

History

In the midst of a dark forest, a rogue watched as his mate gave birth to three pups: Wolf, Lilith, and Squirrel. The first born Wolf, now known as Wolfclaw, was the strongest of the Maine Coon litter and would grow up to be a very powerful and fearsome brute. As expected for a group of rogue cats, the family grew up harsh. Not that much food or water. Not to mention, an abusive father, Fang, who beat them and their mother as a way to deal with his anger at their situation. Their mother, Dove, although she would cry when they were beat, was helpless against the bastard she called her mate. Too weak to take the beatings, Squirrel, the runt, soon died- the starvation, dehydration, and beatings too much for his already frail body. Wolf himself was the strongest of the three and even defended himself and his mother and siblings against his father. Although the abuse was wrong and cruel, it made Hades stronger in the end.

About five months after Wolf turned a year old (twelve moons), his mother gave birth to another litter, yet there were only two kittens in this one, a male and a female. The first born of the two was Violet, a gorgeous girl, and the other was Ghost, a pure white male. With Wolf being a little more than a year old, Dove planned on running with the kittens, knowing the older brother would be able to help take care of them. And it almost worked. They waited till Fang was away hunting before they began to prepare themselves for leaving. But he came back early. Furious that his mate and kits even thought of leaving him, the scary male attacked Ghost and killed him then he brutally killed Lilith before attacking Dove, who tried her best to defend the last two surviving kits of her two litters. But she wasn't strong enough and was killed by a horrible bloody swipe to the throat. Looking down at his siblings and mother's bodies in sadness and anger, Wolf looked up at his father, hatred shining in his fiery eyes. He attacked his father and the two battled for a long, long time but Wolf, fueled by rage, soon defeated his father. And from that day on he wasn't the same outgoing, fun male. He had a certain darkness in him, something that pushed most away.

Then Wolf grabbed Violet by the scruff and ran. About two moons before the male turned twenty-four moons, the two were attacked by a large dog, apparently guarding his home. During the attack, Wolf had grabbed Venus and hidden her in a bush before taunting the bear and then as fast as he could, the will to keep his sister alive fueling him. He lead the dog away from his sister and attacked it, but the two were never reunited. Having killed the dog, he went back to the bush and found his sister nowhere to be found. He followed her kit trail as far as he could but never found her. To this day, he regrets having left her in that bush and he had continued to roam the lands, all in search for his young sister. Until one day..

While travelling, Wolf came upon a certain forest-residing Clan called TreeClan when he was about twenty-nine moons old. He was intrigued by them and they were intrigued by him, probably thinking his strength would be useful for a kind, anti-violent, hunting Clan such as them. Seeing no reason not to, Wolf joined the Clan as a warrior named Wolfclaw, Wolf for his fur and previous name while claw for his incredibly sharp claws and skill in combat, and has been a warrior for about eleven moons. He still hopes his sister is alive and prays that she will somehow stumble upon TreeClan so they can be united.

Not long after he joined the Clan, a small spread across the territory. It was when he and a patrol was out, made up of him, a few warriors, and a few apprentices. They were just walking when Wolfclaw stopped and smelled smoke, turning to the others with a slightly shocked face. Turning back, the brute saw the fire spreading and he immediately told them to run. And they did. Even though they sprinted as fast as they could, the fire almost caught up to them. One of the smaller, weaker, and younger apprentices got held back and the fire caught up to him, tree branches falling around him because of the burning flames. Seeing him in danger, Wolfclaw told the others to keep running before he turned around and sprinted towards the apprentice. He then used his powerful legs to leap and jumped over the fire, though it burned his underbody a bit. He then landed, the pads of his paws burning on some of the fire. Sweeping the apprentice up in his mouth by the nape of his neck, Wolfclaw ran and jumped over again, barely escaping the red and orange flames. He then sprinted back and prayed the fire didn't reach camp. And luckily, it didn't, as it fortunately started to rain, coincidentally. Reaching camp with the shocked apprentice, Wolfclaw was dubbed a hero before making it to the medicine cat den for treatment.

Moons later, when the Rogues first arrived in their territory, Wolfclaw was out on a patrol when he met the first Rogue the Clan encountered. He ran into a large Maine Coon, who was just a tad smaller and maybe just a tad less strong, who was incredibly similar in both appearance, strength and actions/ personality. Wolfclaw was surprised to find a male who was so alike him in those, as the only male that matched him in size and strength had been his father. The two immediately sprung into fight, preferring to attack rather than talk, and were a very equal match. But, the Rogue eventually ran away, leaving with a few scars while Wolfclaw returned home with a few nicks and scratches including the long down-across his left eye and a notch in his right ear.

Kin

Fang [Father - Hate] [Deceased; killed by Wolfclaw]
Heaven [Mother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Fang]
Lilith [Sister - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Fang]
Squirrel [Brother/Runt - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Fang]
Ghost [Little Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Fang]
Violet [Little Sister - Love / Grief] [Status Unknown] [OPEN]
~ She's alive, just Wolfclaw doesn't know it.

Relationships

Ivystorm [Best Friend / Future Crush - Loves / Protects] [TreeClan - Warrior] [Alive] [ Potato Lord [MAIN] (#33076) ]

Tobias [Mortal Enemy - Hates] [Rogue - Aide] [Alive] [ roseistance (#58710) ]

Littlestar [Friend - Respects / Follows / Protects / Cares For] [TreeClan - Leader] [Alive] [ roseistance (#58710) ]

Crush/Mate

"Don't get too close, its dark inside."

Wolfclaw has yet to meet his soulmate. He needs someone who is willing to break through his icy exterior and will take just a bit to warm up to them. But once he does, he is incredibly protective, passionate, loyal, and affectionate.

Views

( Keep in mind, these are my character's views, not mine. Do not get mad at me for a view my character holds against one of yours. And also, none of your characters should be aware of what my character thinks of them. )

Will be updated as he interacts with characters :3

Character Name - Rank - Player
"Quote" (optional)
View

TreeClan;

ivystorm - Warrior - Potato Lord
"Don't worry, I will always love and protect you, my sweet friend."
This female was the first to be kind to him when he joined the Clan, the others a bit wary of a massive, fighting, father-killing brute like him. Even though his natural reserved and hostile exterior caused him to be a bit distant to her, he soon warmed up to the pretty she-cat and they soon developed their relationship to being best friends. She is definitely the only one he fully trusts and the only one he is affectionate and loving to. Naturally, Wolfclaw is incredibly protective of the female and doesn't trust many males around her, as a natural result of the incident with his father. When he sees her talking to a male, he immediately will try and go up to her and stand beside her, even if he doesn't speak, just to make sure.

Littlestar - Leader - roseistance
"I will follow you till death."
Although they aren't the closest of friends, Wolfclaw found himself befriended by the leader when he accepted him into the Clan. Naturally, as he is his leader, the warrior would protect and obey the leader until his last breath, and knows the Clan is in good paws when it comes to leadership.

Rogues;

Tobias - Aide - roseistance
"I will kill you."
Only meeting him once, even though it was a negative interaction, Wolfclaw doesn't know the brute much. But what he does know is that he completely despises the male who surprisingly matches him in height and almost strength. There is a one hundred percent chance he would attack on sight.

Theme Song

Demons - Imagine Dragons

"I wanna hide the truth, I wanna shelter you. But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide."

Other

Finger Guns! :3

Origional Image here

Silverkit

Do you think the stars are as cold as they look?

Coontail

As Medicine cat I was taught how to heal physical cuts and wounds, but not emotional ones.

Brokensky

Great Starclan! Stop worrying about others for once and enjoy life a little.

Name

PantherClaw
Panther because of the coat, Claw because of her superior hunting methods.


Age

28 moons


Gender

She-cat


Orientation

Heterosexual, leaning towards Bisexual


Breed

Domestic Shorthair


Clan

Tree Clan


Rank

Warrior


Appearance

A tall, slender black she-cat with a mostly pure black pelt. Her fur is short and is always kept to it's utmost potential, consistently looking healthy and shiny. The she-cat's eyes are a captivatingly bright yellow, with tints of green hiding within her iris, enhancing her panther-like appearance. With superior hunting skills, Pantherclaw has nicely formed muscles and a toned bodice, always kept lean and fit from her constant antics within the hunting grounds. Albeit having a noticeable muscle structure, the she-cat is ultimately extremely feminine. Long legs and a mysterious stature ensures an attractive, flirty appearance for the toms and various she-cats to swoon over. The femme has no distinctive scars or wounds, as she tends to stay out of confrontations unless absolutely necessary.


Personality

This quiet, laid-back cat has a more painful bite than bark. She has more of a wallflower personality than anything, keeping to herself and sitting along the outskirts of the camp, listening and observing the other Clan cats. Though her flirting does not go unnoticed; when an opportunity arises, the black she-cat is found to be quite vivacious. This clues in to her vain and narcissistic personality, although this is a hard trait to come across upon first meeting the warrior. Pantherclaw has always been confident in herself, and is fully aware of her worth within the Clan. Her cockiness can sometimes rub cats the wrong way, since in the off chance that the she-cat decides to initiate conversation, her intentions may come across as brash, or offensive. Despite this, the affectionate femme knows how to have fun, and is always seen as a good listener and friend by cats that grow close to her. She constantly proves herself to be a valuable asset to the Clan, as she is helpful, confident, and skilled in the art of the hunt.

History

Born into a family of privilege, Pantherclaw was one of the four kittens born into her mother's first litter, named Bella at birth. Growing up with two-legs proved to be quite luxurious, having constant care, food, and warmth. The she-cat was an adventurous and daring kitten though, and this got her into some trouble when the back door was left open during a family barbecue. As a 6-month old kitten, Pantherclaw escaped from the comfort of her home and found herself within the wilderness, finding herself lost and far away from home. Now, finding her way back would have proved easy, but the curious kitten continued on within the forests, foraging off of infant rodents, teaching herself the ways of the woods. It would have been miles that the kitten had wandered to the point of where even if she wanted to return, finding her way back would have been pointless; scent trails have vanished, and her sense of direction had been skewed after a wrong turn into a rushing stream, which carried her south. She had been living independently for several months until she came across Tree Clan, who happily took her in under the name of Pantherpaw, thanks to her ebony pelt and striking yellow eyes. Showing off her hunting skills allowed the naming process to be quite easy, as her skills with slashing and pouncing gave her the name 'claw'. Though her claws are rarely seen unsheathed within the camp, they prove to be the ultimate weapon in hunting; and perhaps in battle as well. The she-cat never regretted her decision to venture off from her family, but more often than not she can find herself thinking about her mother and siblings, wondering what they could be doing, if they were alive or still living with the two-legs. Her current goal in the Clan is to become deputy, and hopefully one day, leader. She constantly tries to prove herself on the hunts, while keeping to herself within the camp and holding a calm, submissive, and respectful demeanor towards her superiors. Pantherclaw has no previous experiences with the Rogues, but she will always be ready to defend her Clan with her life.


Relationships

None at the moment. Open for friends, crushes, foes.


Kin

Father: Thor (an ex-rogue, killed in a car accident)
Mother: Ava (status is unknown)
Brother: Tiger (status is unknown)
Sister: Lola (status is unknown)
Sister: Quinn (status is unknown)


Mate/Crush

No current mate. Open to crushes, and flirting.


Theme Song

(will edit this, not sure yet)


Other

Finger Guns

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SOURCE: http://keywordsuggest.org/gallery/762847.html

“Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.”

:Name:
Foxkit --> [Foxpaw] --> Foxwhisper

~Fox~
Fox for her lanky frame

~Whisper~
Whisper for her shyness and stealth

:Age:
7 moons
(7 months)

:Gender:
Molly

:Orientation:
Bisexual

:Breed:
Savannah Cat

:Clan:
Treeclan

:Rank:
Apprentice

:Appearance:
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SOURCE: http://www.wallpaperspider.com/1920x1080/details/savannah-cat-wv110o/

If it weren't obvious before, Foxpaw isn't like her peers. Even at her age, she is taller and longer than a few of the adults with the help of her lanky legs and long body at 13 inches tall and 22 inches long. As an adult, she will get to be 17-1/2 inches tall and 25 inches long. Her delicate-looking frame also possesses multitudes of small black spots and marks, making the young savannah cat look all the more exotic.

:Personality:

Despite her graceful appearance, Foxkit hasn't exactly grown into her long, gangly body and legs just yet. At her age, she is very clumsy- just clumsy enough not to fall out of trees. Because of this, she is incredibly awkward and easily embarrassed. When she first meets someone, she has trouble speaking and seems antisocial and introverted, often tripping over words. However, once she gets close to an individual, she'll talk for hours on end, sometimes rambling nonsensically.

:History:

Three generations before Foxkit's birth, a small group of escaped kittypets who had fled their home after a very severe storm, led by mates Crystal and Tiger, roamed the woods in an area not too far from the outskirts of Treeclan. Two generations passed without a hitch as the wild cat hybrids survived and thrived. They remained isolated from the clan of normal cats, very rarely travelling anywhere close to Treeclan's territory line.

The small clowder grew three cats larger the day Foxkit (then Amethyst) and her siblings were born. The joy was short-lived, however, as only a couple weeks after the siblings' birth, a fire ravaged the area where the cats slept. Frenzied, Kennedy seize the first kitten she saw (Amethyst) and ran, bolting toward Treeclan in hopes of insuring her daughter's future. The young savannah cat was nestled into a thick fern and Kennedy rushed away to retrieve her two remaining kits. Amethyst never knew if her mother and siblings made it out, as she was soon picked up by a Treeclan queen, attracted by the kit's squeals and squeaks. She was passed from queen to queen until she could be weaned, during which she was given the name Foxkit.

:Relationships:
Foxkit --> Cat

Littlestar ~ Admires
Swansong ~ Admires
Whitepaw ~ Curious
Ashcloud ~ Likes
Brokenpaw ~ Frightened of
Wolfclaw ~ Frightened of
Silverkit ~ Dislikes
Coontail ~ Likes


:Kin:

Kennedy ~ Mother [Assumed dead]
Coyote ~ Father [Deceased]
Michelle ~ Sister [OPEN/Unknown]
Cricket ~ Brother [Potato]

:Mate/crush:
None, not actively looking, but open to the idea

:Theme Song:
Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me - Sara Bareilles

:Other:
Foxpaw is an F2 type of Savannah Cat.

Finger Guns
(Pewpewpew pew)

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SOURCE: https://hiveminer.com/Tags/cat,heterochromia/Interesting

“Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.”

:Name:
Swankit --> Swanpaw --> [Swansong] --> Swanstar

~Swan~
Swan for her white coat and graceful movements

~Song~
Song for her lilting, beautiful voice, aptitude for public speaking, and persuasive nature

:Age:
50 moons
(4 years, 2 months)

:Gender:
Molly

:Orientation:
Heterosexual

:Breed:
Turkish Angora

:Clan:
Treeclan

:Rank:
Deputy

:Appearance:
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SOURCE: http://www.catbreedselector.com/turkish-angora.asp

Swansong's lean, elegant body is, for the most part, concealed by her thick, elegant white fur. She walks on steady, graceful legs with great poise and balance, using her lengthy, fluffy tail (which can usually be found wrapped around her legs) to further steady her footing. Her odd-coloured eyes make her a rather uncommon individual and give the feline a mystical, important look.

:Personality:
Swansong is, above all, a politician. A great purveyor of opinions, this molly makes sure her voice is heard at any cost, letting her beautiful, lilting voice carry on and intrude into the ears of all who may be present. She is well educated in the ways of getting what she wants without directly asking for it and is very capable of finding ways to convert anyone to her side. She is unabashedly intelligent, practically overflowing with advice and facts whether or not anyone cares to catch the spillover. Although her serious, odd-colored gaze may dictate otherwise, she is not one for physical battles, lacking in muscular strength.

:History:
Born in an uncommon one-kit litter, Swankit almost immediately lived up to her parents' expectations. She was beautiful, intelligent, social, and learned quickly, gaining the attention of the other cats. However, one thing she was rather poor at was hunting and fighting. Due to this, she quickly fell out of the limelight she had once held as a kit, the clan favoring the physically inclined over the mentally so. This left her feeling rather lonely, and she would sometimes spend her time sitting by herself. Her special set of skills became more and more prevalent as she matured, however, and she began making friends in all the right places. One of these friends included the Deputy Littlestep, who promoted Swansong to Deputy when she became Leader.

:Relationships:
Swansong --> Cat

Littlestar ~ Best and closest friend/Admires
Ivystorm ~ Like
Brokenpaw ~ Not the biggest fan of
Wolfclaw ~ Respects, but disfavors
Silverkit ~ Will dislike
Coontail ~ Respects
Ambermoon ~ Annoyed by, but respects
Pantherclaw ~ Moderately dislikes
Foxpaw ~ Has a soft spot for

:Kin:

Moonchaser ~ Mother [Deceased]
Windfang ~ Father [D]

:Mate/crush:
None, not actively looking, but open to the idea

:Theme Song:
Rainbow HIgh - Elena Rogers & Ensemble (Evita)

:Other:
Finger Guns
(Pewpewpew pew)

- Name
Foxfang ;; former name "Milly"

Fox for her slyness, fang for her bloodlust.

- Age
52 moons

- Gender
Female

- Orientation
Homosexual / Homoromantic

- Breed
American Shorthair Calico

- Clan
TreeClan ;; former loner

- Rank
Warrior

- Appearance
Pic
Fox is a lean cat, but she shouldn't be underestimated. Her legs are fairly long, allowing her to be quite nimble. At the time she is rather thin from living as a rogue, and hasn't eaten very much of anything from the clan out of blatant distrust. Her fur is dingy white with orange tabby patches. Scars crisscross her flanks, barely hidden by her short fur. Her left ear is cut in a "V" shape.

- Personality
Fox is an abrasive she-cat, taking particular pride in her endless sarcasm and cunning attitude. She is naturally distrustful of nearly everyone she meets, though she herself enjoys lying and manipulating others for her own plans. Her pride and arrogance may be her biggest weakness. She tends to overlook cats who don't appear to be a threat to her, leaving her to be easily outsmarted if said cats are stronger than they seem.


- History
Milly hated her sister.

The smallest, the weakest, the runt of the litter. The only one who was loved by anyone in their cold little family. From the moment they were born Little and Shill were inseparable; Milly had no one. Their mother cared little for any of them, except Sage. But even he was too soft-hearted for Milly's tastes. So, really, she was alone.

Her kithood was particularly generic, with little entertainment other than making fun of her sister. (Which wasn't much fun, anyway. Little was always hiding behind Shill.) Until the orange tom came. Their mother said they were going to live as kittypets with this stranger. She went along, thankful to leave Little behind. There was no way that she and Shill could survive on their own.

Milly soon found that she hated her new life. When she asked the tom when they would hunt, he simply laughed at her. He said that the twolegs would be coming around soon, and that if she was really lucky, one of them would like her and give her a "collar." That was the end of it for her. Milly turned on the tom, and though she was smaller and younger, she found that he was nothing more than a coward. After a few feeble attempts to push her back, he fled.

Milly left to become a loner, teaching herself to fight and hunt on her own. She built up a reputation as a ruthless she-cat that killed anyone in her way - in fact, Milly grew to enjoy the bloodlust and power that killing gave her. She changed her name, hating how soft the old one sounded, and became Fox. Cruel, cunning, fierce.

She stumbled upon TreeClan territory, furious to learn that her meek sister was now a leader. The old jealously returned: Littlestar didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to have the perfect life just handed to her, when Fox had worked so hard for nothing. Fox has begun scheming ways to destroy the clan, and everything her sister has built, taking the name Foxfang.

- Relationships
Fox dislikes all of TreeClan, if only for the reason that they follow her sister. She doesn't know much of the rogues, but she has little hope that TreeClan will manage to drive them away. She doesn't care, of course, but she wouldn't mind entertaining the thought of an alliance with Frost.

- Kin
Littlestar - Hate
Shill - Dislike
Sagefoot - Dislike
Lilly (mother) - Dislike

- Mate/crush
Maybe a equally evil mate? ;) Would have to develop through RP.

- Theme Song
Oh No! - Marina and the Diamonds

"Don't do love, don't do friends
I'm only after success
Don't need a relationship
I'll never soften my grip."

- Other
~ Finger guns ~

Name
Coon

Future Name: Coonmask

Age
49 moons

Gender
Male

Orientation
Bisexual + Biromantic

Breed
Ragdoll

Clan
Loner - Future clan cat

Rank
N/A

Appearance
Standing at 11 inches tall and weighing in at 18 pounds is the tallest a Ragdoll cat breed can reach - although he is a whopping 3 feet long. Much like his breed, Coon is a large, powerful, and imposing cat. His head is broad with a flat top and a wide area between the ears. His ears are medium sized and rounded at the tips. His eyes are large, oblongish, and set far apart - not to mention a startling blue color.

His body is long and full of powerful muscles with a short neck and broad chest. His legs are thick yet medium lengthed, coupled with large rounded paws that are tufted. His darkly furred tail is long and tapers off at the end - it is incredibly bushy. Coon’s head, neck, tail, and hind quarters are bi-color brown. He also possess a distinctive black mask on his face not unlike that of a raccoon.

Personality
Relaxed, and laidback nothing seems to get on Coon’s nerves. Unless it so happens something is hurting or being rude to his son, and then it's opening a whole new can of worms with Coon’s protective side coming out and a fight almost always happening. He is very overprotective of Nettle and feels very strongly when the young cat isn’t at his side, but Coon isn’t stupid. In fact he could be called much more intelligent than anything else; after all he was the one that created an entire language for Nettle that didn’t revolve around sound at all. He knows that he needs to find a place that will be accepting of Nettle, after all Coon won’t live forever.

In his younger days Coon was a troublemaker that enjoyed causing mayhem with his best friend Tobias, Coon was even more touchy feely with his best friend than he is with anyone else. Of course this changed in him when he left Tobi, with the Ragdoll no longer being as happy or carefree as he was then. Now in days he sits there quietly observing everything happening or spending time with Nettle. He’s merely a shell of his old self, but his belief of not everything has to be fought over is one of the last few things that hasn’t faded.

History
Coon was born on the streets, with his mother who had gotten lost attempting to get back to her Twoleg’s Den. He grew up with his mother neglecting him and going in search of her twolegs, but that was ok to Coon. After all he had a friend not that far away, who he spent all his time following around. When Tobias’ mother didn’t come back, they ran off together. After all, Coon believed Tobias would always be with him.

Moons passed of non-stop traveling, exploring new areas, starting fights, and just plainly causing mayhem. They were like partners in crime. One day, when they finally reached area that lead to no city, they began to get comfortable. They were not far from man, but when they ran into a group of cats who referred to themselves as the "Rogues", Tobias immediately jumped to join them. Coon was not so enthusiastic. He didn't agree with their customs, and how they were treated. He left Tobias in the middle of the night, that night. He had seen the want in Tobi’s eyes to join them, and Coon had felt somewhere deep inside him telling him he was just holding his unrequited love back - quite similar to what his mother had done to him. So he left.

Coon had kept traveling, this time in search of something that could fill the hole in his heart that Tobias had created. Days bled into nights, and nights bled into moons until Coon could barely remember his own name from the loneliness gripping his being. That was when he met Holly and the two hit it off and even though Coon still was completely still taken with Tobias he allowed himself to feel again. It wasn’t long before Holly admitted that she was going to have his kits and begged him to not move on - and… Coon stayed. Two moons later and Coon had a son - that Holly named Nettle.

Life was perfect for a time - until Holly realized Nettle couldn’t hear and was deaf. She told Coon one night that she couldn’t stay with Nettle and watch him die from his disability and asked Coon to come with her. Coon refused - Nettle was his son after all - and as Holly disappeared into the night Coon curled up with the kit and stayed in the area until Nettle was strong enough to walk. The two haven’t stopped walking since.

Relationships
Nettle → [Son] [Overly protective of.] [Sae]
Tobias → [Past “unrequited love”] [Rose]

No one else he knows :P

Kin
Nettle → Son

Crush
Coon was in love with Tobias for as long as he could remember - although he always believed it was unrequited. Likely that Coon would grow to like Tobias again :P

Holly → [Ex-mate] [Status Unknown] [Unadoptable]

Theme Song
Throne by Bring Me The Horizon

Other
Still figuring out his personality… but he could totally be pushed into ‘villain’ mode xD

I make bad puns and finger guns

SUBJECT TO CHANGE ONCE SAE REPLIES <3

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Name
Moth.
Had been referred to as “Michelle” by her parents, but since the Twoleg took her in she took on the name Moth.
Soon to be Mothpaw.

Age
7 moons

Gender
Female

Orientation
Pansexual + Demiromantic

Breed
F2 Savannah Cat

Clan
Soon to be Treeclan

Rank
Soon to be Warrior Apprentice, Kittypet for now.

Appearance
To say Moth looks different than her siblings would be an understatement, seeing as Moth seemed to pull most of the domestic cat genes from her parents. What with her smaller nose, bigger eyes, and a rather un-Serval like stop of her nose. Her ears still border on the larger side, but again seem smaller in comparison, they are tall with circular tips. Moth’s fur is all shades of brown, with the most of it being a pretty light shade and her paws and tail being a more dark brown. Her underside is white - albeit it is rather thin, and her eyes are amber. She’s currently 12 inches tall and 29 inches long, but full grown she will stand at 16.5 inches and be 35 inches long (25 inch body, 10 inch tail.)

Moth isn’t as delicate looking as her siblings, and in fact has a rather thick bodied appearance with long legs. She will eventually even out at a whopping 20 pounds. She has a nick in her left ear, from her first rabbit she caught. Her legs are incredibly powerful because she likes to jump - and man can she do that.

Personality
Graceful to the extreme, Moth knows exactly how to make her lanky form do as she pleases. When she moves, she knows what for and how to do it without stumbling. Despite this, she is incredibly excitable and loves to explore. Most isn’t as trusting as her brother Cricket, but is much more trusting than the average cat - and she can occasionally be manipulated if the cat knows how to word the sentence to her. Once in awhile, Moth may ponder if their sister is alive but most of all she’s rather content.

History
When Moth was born, she was given the name Michelle - a name she only vaguely chooses to remember, but a few weeks after she and her siblings were born tragedy struck in the form of a fire. Her mother Kennedy grabbed the kit closest to her- Amethyst- and ran, never to see her other two kits again. When Kennedy turned her back a twoleg had appeared not long after when Moth and Cricket began to wander out of their nest. The twoleg found them, and took both of the kits home.

Moth grew up as Cricket’s neighbor- with Moth having been taken in by them when Cricket’s owner had saved them. Her housefolk renamed her to ‘Mothkins’ but she just goes by Moth. As soon as her housefolk had gotten her, they put an outdoor enclosure built onto the house for her - near Cricket. Moth has successfully clawed out a whole big enough for her to fit through now.

Relationships
Cricket ~ Brother, also neighbor.

Kin
Kennedy ~ Mother [Assumed dead]
Coyote ~ Father [Deceased]
Foxpaw ~ Sister [Insert (#36227)]
Cricket ~ Brother [Potato (#33076)]

Mate/crush
Lol.

Theme Song
Stay Close by Fireflight

Other
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”All of your flaws and all of my flaws, when they have been exhumed. We'll see that we need them to be who we are, without them we'd be doomed."

:: Name ::
Nettle

(Future Name: Nettlebreeze)

:: Age ::
18 moons

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Orientation ::
Homosexual

:: Breed ::
Domestic Shorthair; Mixed-Breed (50%)
Ragdoll (50%)

:: Clan ::
Loner - Joining TreeClan

:: Rank ::
N/A

:: Appearance ::

Nettle is an average-sized cat with pristine, snow-white fur, completely unbroken along his entire body. His fur is short, making it easier to keep it clean. His generous eyes are a bright, almost unreal-looking cobalt-blue, by far one of his two most prominent features, along with his white fur. He has the typical features of a mixed breed Shorthair, looking almost entirely like his mother except for his bright blue eyes, with the neat, rounded ears, the large, evenly-spaced eyes, and the circular face. His nose is a soft pink, going along with his pawpads.

As an affectionate cat, Nettle can always be seen with a soft smile on his face, the kind of cat who’s prone to grin and laugh at any moment. As he’s deaf, sometimes he doesn’t step very carefully, so he can be loud when walking around in dense underbrush. With hearing being so important to so many living creatures, most obviously including cats, Nettle is sure to check his surroundings very frequently. This way, he can always be aware of who and what is around him without needing the use of hearing.

:: Personality ::

Soft-spoken and incredibly shy, a lot of the time Nettle can be mistaken for a mute almost as much as he is considered deaf. Not entirely odd; the fact that he can’t hear himself is weird to him, and he prefers not to talk instead of not knowing how loud he speaks or what unintentional tone he uses. The only one he talks to frequently is Coon, but to strangers, he’ll usually keep a tight lip, or speak a couple terse words in a small voice. Having been journeying with no one but Coon for so long, Nettle isn’t used to being around other cats, and as such he doesn’t exactly stay relaxed around them. Hence why he keeps his silence. He gets nervous easily, almost always skittish unless he’s completely alone with Coon by his side.

When alone with someone trustworthy, Nettle can come alive very easily. He is quick to smile at anyone, though the smiles come easier when he isn’t anxious, and his laughs are always light, heartfelt, and often. He isn’t the type of cat to hold a grudge against another, instead hoping that they can better themselves. Getting angry is something that’s foreign to Nettle; he rarely gets even irritated in the first place, let alone at other cats, and when they are rude to him, he just gets confused over anything else. Not confused in the way that he doesn’t understand that they’re being rude, but confused in the way that he doesn’t understand why they would allow their anger to gain control over them. He just generally likes everyone, even if his shyness demands he not be forward about it.

He used to think that his flaws were something pathetic to hide, to bury deep inside and pretend like they didn’t exist. But through sticking with Coon and years of self-reflection, Nettle has come to the decision that the things that he used to consider as bad, such as his deafness, were in fact the things that made him who he was. To be ‘perfect’ in the direct meaning of the word is impossible, but in his mind, the way to be genuinely perfect in the way that truly matters is by embracing the imperfections one has. With this attitude, he doesn’t view himself as unimportant or a burden, and he doesn’t view anyone else as those, either. Every cat has a flaw, there was no denying that. But the real trick is being strong enough to face those flaws head-on and strive to develop them into something better.

As a white, blue-eyed cat, Nettle doesn’t have the capability to hear. Because of his deafness, he’s learned to be very cautious, spending a lot of his time simply looking around to get a feeling on who was around him, in case there happened to be anything dangerous. Oddly, Nettle’s other senses seemed to be heightened a bit at the absence of his hearing. Not to superhuman levels, but it is noticeable, and this can be seen in the way he can scent prey shortly before other cats, and he never rushes to eat in order to take the time to enjoy it, of course glancing around occasionally with his alert eyes to be sure that nothing sneaks up on him while he’s distracted.

:: History ::

The moment Nettle could see, he remembered his father’s blue eyes, so like his own, staring back at him. Not knowing much about why it was only him and Coon, he was a happy ball of fluff as a kit, racing around and mewing in a too-loud voice. For a while, he wasn’t even aware that hearing was a thing - he just assumed everything was as normal as could be, until Coon later explained to him about his lack of hearing. Hearing - or, rather, using the various methods Nettle had been taught in replacement for hearing - that he was different and unusual in this way made the young kit more reserved, though it didn’t knock his securities down instantly.

Nettle never knew his mother, and as such simply thinks of her as ‘Holly’ and nothing else. After a time of growing up, he was finally told of why she had left, and it almost sent a shard of ice through his heart to know the truth, though he has since grown past being hurt by it. It didn’t take long for him to convince himself it didn’t matter - after all, Holly may have left, but Coon was by his side, every step of the way. It was only the two of them against the world. Paw after paw, they were always traveling together, and Nettle knew that as long as he had that, nothing else mattered.

:: Relationships ::
Will be updated as RP goes on

Coon - {Played by Usa-san}
(Loved, Respected, and Adored Alike; Coon is the hero in Nettle’s life, the light that shines in the darkness. While Nettle doesn’t need to rely on the older cat anymore, he still greatly respects Coon and instantly snaps to attention when he talks. Coon’s opinions matter greatly to him, and he will always heed the advice that is given. Knowing tidbits of Coon’s past, Nettle tries his best to make Coon laugh in whatever way possible, even if it means making a fool of himself. Coon saved his life when he was a mere kit, so Nettle plans to pay that debt forward as best he can.)
Character - {Played by person}
(Opinion)

:: Kin ::
Coon → Father

:: Mate/Crush ::
None Currently

:: Theme Song ::

"Flaws" by Bastille

:: Extras ::

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(If you want anything changed, Usa, just tell me. ^o^)

”But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?"

:: Name ::
Blizzardpaw

(Future Name: Blizzardfrost)

:: Age ::
moons

:: Gender ::
Male

:: Orientation ::
Unsure (Too Young)

:: Breed ::
Siamese

:: Clan ::
TreeClan

:: Rank ::
Apprentice

:: Appearance ::



:: Personality ::



:: History ::



:: Relationships ::
Will be updated as RP goes on

Character - {Played by person}
(Opinion)

:: Kin ::
Nightface → Mother (Deceased)
Molefang → Father (Deceased)
Ivystorm → Older Sister
Gorsepaw → Sister

:: Mate/Crush ::
None Currently

:: Theme Song ::

"Pompeii" by Bastille

:: Extras ::

👉 👉
I picked two Bastille songs, but they're fantastic. Fite me.