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•Pigeonpaw•

•12 moons (1 year old)•
•Cis Male•
•Pansexual + Panromantic•
•Apprentice soon to be Warrior•

•Breed•
Mix

•Census Description•
Pigeonpaw- long haired blue bicolor with heterochromatic blue-green eyes.

•Appearance•
Pigeonpaw is nearly the spitting image of his mother Swanstar if it wasn’t for the gray patches across his white fur, he even inherited her heterochromatic blue-green eyes. When full grown he will on the larger side of toms but most definitely not the biggest. He has thick, long fur that more than often gets in his way and causes him roll around like a giant fluff ball. Pigeonpaw is quite clumsy and never really quite gets where to put his entire body.

•Personality•
Pigeonpaw is awkward. At least that's what he thinks of himself, he never quite understands where to put his paws or how his body actually moves the way it does. Often times this causes him to miss the most basic of leaps, or swipe at thin air, and most commonly for him to trip on thin air. He often times is covered in dirt due to his fur seemingly magic ability to suddenly be dirty. Pigeonpaw isn’t just awkward physically, but also socially. He never seems to understand a joke, never quite sure how to respond, and most certainly doesn’t know how to start a conversation. He’s a wreck. Things get even worse when his family is around and he begins to talk much too loudly, stutters, and becomes an absolute nervous wreck.

•Backstory•
Born to Swanstar and Stoneclimber, Pigeonkit always felt like he was an awkward kit. Swanstar the great, Swanstar the diplomat, Swanstar the amazing. These titles flowed around his head as he grew hoping he could maybe just maybe be capable of following in her paw steps and being a great warrior, but as Pigeonkit grew older and his body became larger he had a much harder time learning things and would often trip on nothing and land face first in the dirt. Such humiliation grew with him into apprentice hood, and Pigeonpaw became that one apprentice that almost always misses. He’s failed his warrior assessment three times so far, and despite being 12 moons old is still an apprentice.

•Family•
Moonchaser ○ Maternal Grandmother [Deceased]
Windfang ○ Maternal Grandfather [Deceased]
Stoneclimber ○ Father [Idk who rp’s him lol]
Swanstar ○ Mother [InsertCleverNameHere]
Unnamed ○ Littermate | Sister [NPC ~ Adoptable]

•Other Relationships•
N/A Friend's [Open]
N/A Mentor [Idk]
Rainpool ○ Medicine Cat | Pigeonpaw has an innocent puppy love-eque kind of feelings for him [Potato Lord]

•Theme Song•
….I have no idea :(

•Other•
…...



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•Name•

•Age•
•Gender & Sex•
•Orientation•
•Rank•

•Breed•
Ex: Turkish Angora; Oriental Shorthair; Maine Coon; Mix; etc.

•Census Description•
A one-sentence description of your character for the Census.

•Appearance•
Picture optional, paragraph or more of description needed.

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample•
I mean, we have rp’ed before but it’s been awhile...

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? Skill, Condition, Type of prey, and setting ^^

Name the Leader and Deputy of Breezeclan: Swanstar & CURRENTLY N/A

Name three important things about Breezeclan: Original clan, currently the smallest, and they live at the church and graveyard.

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•Name•
Winterleaf

•Age•
27 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Straight| Heterosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Mix

•Census Description•
A gorgeous white she-cat with long white fur and mesmerizing pale green eyes.

•Appearance•
Winterleaf's pale fur is long and thick, covering the entirety of her petite and delicate body. The length of her pelt hides the daintiness of her limbs and form, causing her to look much sturdier than she truly is. She is quite the striking female, with graceful looking features and an elegant aura that pulls in the eye and refuses to let it go. Winterleaf's gaze is the color of frosted mint, peering out from a bright white face, set gently into her small skull. Although rather small, her body is athletic and long-limbed, with fine bones and tiny paws. (Will work on this, have a bit of writer's block).

•Personality•
A truly gentle and kind she-cat, Winterleaf is a motherly figure around camp, always there to comfort those who need it. She is sweet to everyone, and never rushes to make a judgement, especially with outsiders. Some would call her a bit naive, especially because of her trusting nature, but the she-cat knows the dangers of the world, she simply chooses to look on the bright side of things and always gives others the benefit of the doubt. However, should someone she cares about be threatened, the clan would see a completely different side of her. Fiercely loyal and a surprisingly skilled warrior, Winterleaf would not hesitate to fell an enemy, because when it comes to her clan and those she loves, nothing will get to them. The beautiful she-cat is a bright light within the camp, even the most grumpy of elders perk up when she's around. Doing duties that others may find unappealing is an easy task for her, she doesn't even bat an eye when asked to pick fleas from the elder's pelts. Most would find it odd that the female didn't choose to become a medicine cat, but she knows that the path of a warrior is her destiny, and that she must protect at all costs.

•Backstory•
Winterkit was born beside a brother and a sister, Amberkit and Rowankit, the last litter of their dam's life. She was an elderly she-cat, determined to have this litter survive. All of her others hadn't made it to apprenticeship. Their father had passed away not long before, leaving Snowheart to raise the kits on her own, while grieving the loss of her beloved mate. Though getting older, and on her way to the elder's den after the kits became paws, Snowheart was a lively and feisty she-cat, and refused any help that others might offer. She would often let her offspring stay up late at night, telling them stories of her youth, and filling their minds with confidence and wonder. Because of this, the trio was attentive and eager, just as steadfast as their dam in the belief of their dreams. Winterkit was the gentlest of the three, and would often watch the medicine cat perform miracles, sure that she would take over one day. However, an accident had her rethinking that choice. One day, soon after the three had earned their apprentice names, a small band of rogues attacked at the border, fighting with the patrol that had encountered them. The scuffle was fierce, and though Snowheart returned, she was badly injured and weak from her age. Winterpaw was sure that her mentor would be able to save her dam, but after countless attempts at stopping the bleeding, he failed. Snowheart passed only days afterward. Infuriated with the results and grieving heavily over the loss, Winterpaw renounced her decision to become a medicine cat, and was assigned a new mentor. The little she-cat swore that no one else would become the victim of such a horrid battle, at least not with her around.


•Family•
Snowheart| Mother| Deceased
Brightfang| Father| Deceased
Amberdapple| Sister| Adoptable
Rowanclaw| Brother| Adoptable

Relationships:
Wolfclaw| Best freind| Alive- Played by Christicat

Love Interest:
Winterleaf's freindship with Wolfclaw will eventually turn into something more, but for the time being she doesn't have one.

•Theme Song•
It's A Sin- Hidden Citizens

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? Skill level and condition of the cat, type of prey, and setting.

Name the Leader and Deputy of Breezeclan. Swanstar & N/A

Name three important things about Breezeclan. They are the original clan, reside in the church and graveyard, and train mostly for speed and agility.

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•

Wolfclaw. Wolf for his wolf-like fur, size, and strength. Claw for his strength and combat abilities.

•Age•

34 moons old

•Gender & Sex•

Masculine

•Orientation•

Heterosexual & Heteroromantic / Demiromantic

•Rank•

Warrior (applying for Deputy)

•Breed•

Maine Coon (60%) x Norwegian Forest Cat (35%) x Savannah Cat (5%)

•Census Description•

Large and muscular tom with gray, scar-covered fur and striking yellow eyes

•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 19 inches (at the shoulder) and weighing at a startling 25 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, one including fire. He experienced a fire incident as a younger tom, he is now afraid of it and would never go near it. But he's still powerful nonetheless, with long, razor-sharp teeth that are extremely sharp, much resembling those of his species' ancestor, the saber-toothed tiger, 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 ( OPEN ), 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 male 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 tom 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 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, overall standing for his wolf-like appearance and streength. 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, Hades 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 significant other/mate, he'd probably eventually be interested in having cubs.

•Backstory•

"You know my name, not my story. You know what I've done, not what I've been through. Learn before you judge, for if you were in my paws, you'd fall with the first step."

In the midst of a dark forest, a rogue watched as his mate gave birth to three kits: Wolf, Angel, and Faolan. The first born, Wolf, was the strongest of the litter and would grow up to be a very powerful and fearsome brute. As expected for a family of rogue cats, the family grew up harsh. Not that much food or water. Not to mention, an abusive father, Adder, who beat them and their mother as a way to deal with his anger at their situation. Their mother, Lily, although she would cry when they were beat, was helpless against the bastard she called her mate. Too weak to take the beatings, Faolan, the runt, soon died- the starvation, dehydration, and beatings too much for his already frail body. Hades 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 Wolf stronger in the end.

About a month after Wolf turned a year old, his mother gave birth to another litter, yet there were only two cubs in this one, a male and a female. The first born of the two was Kaitlyn, a gorgeous little girl, and the other was Damien, a pure black male, just like his older brother. With Wolf being a little more than a year old, Lily planned on running with the saber-toothed cubs, knowing the older brother would be able to help take care of the little ones and Lily and Angel themselves. And it almost worked. They waited till Adder was gone hunting before they began to prepare themselves for leaving. But he came back early. Furious that his mate and cubs even thought of leaving him, the scary male attacked Damien and killed him then he brutally killed Angel before attacking Lily, who tried her best to defend the last two cubs of her two litters. But she wasn't strong enough and was killed by a swipe to the throat. Looking down at his siblings' and mother's body in sadness and anger, Wolf looked up at his father with hatred shining in his fiery, yellow eyes. He attacked his father and the two battled for a long, long time but Wolf, fueled by rage, soon defeated his father. From that day on he wasn't the same outgoing, fun male. He had a certain darkness in him, something that pushed most away, something that his younger sister noticed.

Then Wolf grabbed Kaitlyn by the scruff and ran. About two months before the male turned two, the two were attacked by a bear, apparently guarding his home. During the attack, Wolf had grabbed Kait and hidden her in a bush before taunting the bear and then running as fast as he could, the will to keep his sister alive fueling him. He lead the bear away from his sister, but the two were never reunited. Having lost the bear, he went back to the bush and found his sister nowhere to be found. He followed her scent trail as far as he could but never found her. To this day, he regrets having left her in that bush and after that day, he continued to roam the lands.

Then, one day, he came upon a rather small, though large to him, Clan of cats that called themselves BreezeClan. Interested in them and their practices, with them interested in him and his unbelievable strength, he joined them, after going through the training to make sure he was physically and mentally ready to be a warrior. Then he was named Wolfclaw, as his appearance and strength much reminded the leader of a wolf.

Not long before he was thirty moons old, Wolfclaw took a few other warriors and two apprentices out on a patrol. While they were walking, one of the warriors smelled smoke and told Wolfclaw. Then, he realized that there was a fire, and the group saw the flames approaching from far away. Ordering them to run, Wolfclaw had retreated away from the approaching fire, staying behind the patrol to make sure they were safe. But as they ran, one of the smaller apprentices tripped on a log and got stuck, the fire swarming around him. Realizing the danger the apprentice was in, he told a warrior to lead everyone back while he quickly turned around, racing towards the trapped lion. With a powerful leap, he jumped over the flames and quickly smashed his paws down on the logs trapping the apprentice, grabbing the smaller lion by the scruff and leaping out, just as the flames engulfed the little area, and he growled as the fire burned his underbelly, his paws already stinging from burns from when he jumped inside to rescue the lion. Then, the two returned home and Wolfclaw was praised for his good deed, the little apprentice forever thankful.

•Family•

Adder [Hate] [Deceased; killed by Wolf]

"I hope you rot in hell..."

|Mother|

Lily [Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you, mother."

|Siblings|

Faolan [Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; Malnutrition, Runt of litter, Abuse]

Angel [Sister / Best Friend - Loves / Grieves] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

"Oh, my sweet and innocent sister..."

Damien [Little Brother - Love / Grief] [Deceased; killed by Adder]

Kaitlyn [Little Sister - Love / Grief] [Alive] [ OPEN ]
~ her status is unknown to Wolf. He assumes she is dead, but still hopes she'll turn up.

•Other Relationships•

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

|Crush|

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.

Currently he won't have a crush or mate at the start of the roleplay but I do have plans for him with someone <3

|Mate|

*crush required first*

|Offspring|

*crush->mate required first*

|Apprentice|

Open

|Other|

Open- the apprentice he saved from the fire

Open for enemies, friends, and any other relationships you might come up with! :)

•Views•

( Keep in mind, these are my character's views, not mine. Do not get mad at me for a view my character might hold 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 [Relation to him] [Rank] [Clan] [ Player ]
"Quote" (optional)

overall view

Winterleaf [Best Friend - Future Crush] [Warrior] [ Arcan (#97595) ]
"Don't worry, I will always love and protect you, my 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 nothing happens.

•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•

Wanting him to be deputy ;)

Hades voice is very distinct. Overall, it is powerful, deep, masculine, and commanding. His voice is very strong-sounding and just listening to him speak, one would assume he holds some sort of authoritative rank. To hurting pride members, his usually terrifying voice can become soft and comforting, though still deep and masculine. Naturally, no matter what, his voice has its own attractive feel, adding to the already naturally attractive deepness and masculine-sound it owns.

•Security Questions•

What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? The skill and size of the cat, the prey itself, and the setting in which the hunt is taking place.

Name the Leader and Deputy of Breezeclan. Swanstar and N/A

Name three important things about Breezeclan. They are currently the smallest Clan, they live in an abandoned church and graveyard, and have many different skills.

((so, in case you where wondering where the pitcure went, I deleted them, due to the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing and I don't know how to do the whole picture thing so unless you can help me with this their totally gone, which I'm totally fine with :P))

•Name•
Dovepaw

•Age•
9 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Gender male

•Orientation•
Demisexual, Homoromantic

•Rank•
Apprentice, Medicine cat apprentice if posible

•Breed•
Japanese bobtail mix

•Census Description•
A small but lean tom with soft fur, silver patches and icy blue colored eyes

•Appearance•
Dovepaw is smaller than average tom who's often getting mistaken as an older kit by strangers. Though small, he can pack a mean punch if threatened but he tries not to fight. When compared to his mom, he's almost about as similar to her as a rat is to a mouse. The only similarities they share is their smallness in size and white fur patterns. His Coloring mostly comes from his father who was a handsome silver tom with icy blue eyes.

•Personality•
Quiet and meek, Dovepaw seems like a total pushover, and in reality, he sort of is. Though he's a bit of a push over he's quite stubborn headed very determined, and he's not afraid to show it. Dovepaw also bit of a pessimist at times, people often find this sorry little tom to be a downer, though he's trying his best to be more of an optimist. When he's not in a pessimistic mood, he's very kind and tries his best to make others around him happy.

•Backstory•
The youngest of a litter of three, Dovepaw was the on;y surviving kit out of Hazelwing's fourth and final litter. Suprised and terrified, Hazelwing was so over protective over the small kit to the point where if he even sneezed she'd go into a panic. Though she was motherly to a fault she truly loved her final and only kit and tried her best to show that to him. As Dovepaw grew older, he dreamed of becoming a mighty warrior, but his mother feared the worse for her young kit and wanted the best and safest path for him.

•Family•
Hazelwing-Mother-Played by me
Greycloud-Father-rouge-Not played by anyone, not open

•Other Relationships•
none as of now

•Theme Song•
-

•Other•
None

•RP Sample•
We in fact, have not roleplayed yet, not sure if I should post roleplay sample from another roleplay or of my characters from this roleplay, so just tell me if I should change it! currently one of my longest post and my paragraphs tend to be longer if you give me enough to work with so, yeah~

Athen Let off a soft murmur as he looked around the large room, It looked comforting, in a strange sort of way, In no way threatening like any of the other building in the Angel camp. It was Strange looking at such a large building that wasn't ominous. Out of the corner of his eyes, Athen saw Kazumi's large wings spread, capturing the attention of everyone in the small group. Kazumi was making a small introduction to the group, nothing that was abnormal, and his voice was kind, Athen could get used to a place like this.

As they move into the large gallery, he noticed the chattering Demons who got up suddenly as the saw them. He knew that didn't have any ill intentions, probably, as they began to examine their small group, Athen couldn't help but feel a little anxious as they looked at them. Directing his attention back to Kazumi, He tried his best to Ignore the other demons, worrying over nothing was a habit that he needed to break and soon. Listening carefully, Athen was thankful at this news. Athen was somewhat proficient at most of these things, due to the fact that he left to his own devices at a young age. He let out a faint sigh of relief careful to not catch anyone's attention the best he could.

That was when a small girl took her place in front of their group carrying folders. Handing Kazumi a folder before making a calm, but a soothing statement she began to hand out the rest of the folders. The girl's face was clearly covered in a bright blush on her face, blatantly obvious with her embarrassment with Kazumi. Athen could only guess the girl had a crush on him, but he couldn't blame her, someone as kind and heroic as Kazumi was someone one could swoon about without feeling guilty about it.

Once she finished passing out the folders, Kazumi made his way to him. Athen could only nod at the other's remark. Of course, they didn't prepare for him, after all, He only decided on join the rebellion a few hours ago. But that was when Kazumi suggested to him bunk with the other. Athen looked at Kazumi in slight surprise, wings flaring for just a second, was he really okay with that? "Uh, if... If you don't mind, that w-would be nice... But! If you're not fine with it, I can always sleep here! I don't want to be a bother after putting you through so much." His cheeks flaring up as he tried to cover his face in embarrassment.

((As said before! I can change this if this doesn't work!))

•Name•
Hazelwing

•Age•
46 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Cis gendered female

•Orientation•
Demisexual, biromantic

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Japanese bobtail mix

•Census Description•
A small but fluffy she-cat with large bramble colored sploches and hazel eyes

•Appearance•
Hazelwing a small but fluffy she-cat. Though taller than her son at the moment, she suspects that he'll one day be taller than her. Hazelwing's pelt is made up of mostly dark bramble colored splotches, and white underbelly in which she and Dovepaw share. Her eyes are a pale hazel and she often thinks that her appearance is quite plain compared to other more beautiful she-cats, but she doesn't talk about it very often. Like her son, she's considerably strong for someone her size.

•Personality•
Hazelwing is very bubbly she-cat now that she has her son. Before, though she was very similar to Dovepaw, but to a worse level. Trying not to think about her past, Hazewing a very bright and compassionate cat who can often be seen as slightly over protective especially towards her son Dovepaw. Though she seems very easy going, Hazelwing' also very determined and strong willed. Hazelwing can also be seen as over dramatic at times but she knows when to tone it down and get serious.

•Backstory•
Born to a small little litter of two, Hazelwing was the oldest one of the littler. Though small She proved to be the strongest and most fit one out of her and her younger sister. And as she grew, Hazelwing became a feisty, bubbly, and kind soul, proudly making her way through the ranks of kit, to apprentice, and then finally warrior. Along the way, that was when Hazel wing first met Greycloud, her first and final mate(as of now), a handsome silver tom who was completely smitten by the small bouncy she-cat. After a few failed attempts Silverfang was finally able to seduce the small she-cat and became mates. A few moons later began to express his feelings for having kits with Hazelwing, telling her how much of an honor it would be to be the father of her kits. Excited and ready to have kits she became pregnant with her first litter only for his first litter to be still born. Devastated and not knowing what to do she tried for a second litter, only to have similar results. Confused on why she wasn't successful with her previous litter she braved another litter only for her third one to end up as a miscarriage. In a state of depression and considerably desperate to have at least one successful litter to please Silverfang she tried one last time before giving up. Pregnant for the fourth time and prepared for the worst, Hazelwing was almost expecting for her last litter to be just like her previous one. So when she had news that her first kit was dead, she had lost hope, and by the second one, she was about to give up until she heard the soft wail of her third and final kit, alive he was. For the first time in moons, Hazelwing had the one thing she had been dreaming of and it was finally her's. Excited to show Greycloud, only to find that her mate had run away with a rogue she-cat just moments before her birth. disgusted but satisfied with her new family she was done with her old mate and ready to live a new life with her new son.

•Family•
Dovepaw-son-played by me

•Other Relationships•
Greycloud-past mate, rouge-Unpayable

•Theme Song•
-

•Other•
I feel like she's really rushed, and that I've could have done better with her, and Dovepaw, I'll probably edit them later, but as of now, I'm tired and rusty at group roleplays aaaa. So please tell me if I need to fix anything.

•RP Sample•
-read Dovepaw's discrition-

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? that would have to be skill level, the type of prey, and the setting of where the hut is taking place

Name the Leader and Deputy of Breezeclan. Swanstar and N/a

Name three important things about Breezeclan. As of recently it's the smallest clan, the clan it self-resides in an abandoned church, and they are more speed and agility centered than anything else