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"Some men say that I'm intense or I'm insane."

•Name•
Lionkit • Lionpaw • [Lionshade]

•Age•
30 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Homosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Domestic Shorthair Mix

•Census Description•
Lionshade - A fast-paced, intense molly with tortoiseshell and classic tabby fur and olive green eyes.

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

•Personality•
Lionshade is best described as determined and merciless. She has never taken kindly to strangers and often doesn't speak just for the sake of speaking; preferring to have a point more than continue interaction. She can come off as rather snappish, especially when greeted with "pointless" small talk. This serious molly would rather get things done as efficiently as possible before sitting around doing nothing. Due to this, she is prone to bouts of annoyed pacing until she can manage to distract herself. She is a miserable hunter, but a skilled fighter and enjoys the satisfaction of combat.

•Backstory•
Lionkit was born into the clan as an only cub to Rosefoot and Adderfang, two cats who were both rather strict and fast-paced, passing this trait down to their daughter. She knew from an early age that life wasn't fair and one couldn't always get their way and those ideals were only exemplified when Adderfang, her father, was killed by a dog during a patrol. Especially after her father's death, Lionpaw took training very seriously, refusing mischief proposed by other cubs. She passed with flying colors and undisputedly graduated to Warrior. She has yet to take on an apprentice, mostly because no apprentice has yet to meet her fast-paced and intense attitude.

•Family•
Family members, deceased or not

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

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?




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"Pride, envy, avarice - these are the sparks have set on fire the hearts of all men."

•Name•
Fire • [Copperthorn]

•Age•
36 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Bengal

•Census Description•
Copperthorn ~ A powerful, somewhat-secluded muscular bengal cat with yellow-gold eyes.

•Appearance•
Copperthorn is a muscular, stout male with bark-like fur marred by large rosettes. He has a thick skeleture and musculature, excellent for climbing and hunting. His large head is round and solid with a blocky muzzle and forward, close set green eyes. His ears are triangular and tall, perched at 2:00 and 10:00. His rosettes melt into abstract stripes on his chest and the inside of his shoulders and legs and to oblong spots on the lower legs. Slightly lighter fur marks his underside, creeping up his jowls and nose, throat, chest, stomach, and underside of his tail as well as the inside of his strong legs.

•Personality•
Copperthorn, as his stern architecture may describe, wields very little patience in his burly figure. A brute by nature, this tom would not be so inclined to waste his precious time in conversation but instead leans toward a hobby of grooming himself, hunting, and fighting. He carries himself highly, like a general before his soldiers, yet can still slink through the shadows with ease. Copperthorn's one true passion and skill is the art of combat, an art where his claws and fangs are brushes and blood is his paint.

•Backstory•
Born in a litter of five to two peaceful rogue cats, Fire had always been the outlier. While his siblings played, he clung to the nest and simply observed. When he would decide to try and play along, the rough cub would sometimes take it a bit too far, injuring at least one of his brothers or sisters. As he matured and began to take on some of his fathers' responsibilities, Fire felt less and less as a "part" of his small band, drifting further and further away from the all-around peaceful ideologies of the cats. He craved blood. Two moons after coming of age, the male became a deserter, leaving in the middle of the night one night to find whatever was out there for him. This was when he met Willowclan and passed their rigorous test with flying colors, falling within the cats' ranks and being dubbed Copperthorn.

•Family•
Rusty ~ Mother [Rogue]
Storm ~ Father [Rogue]
Whisper ~ Sister [Rogue]
Bella ~ Sister [Rogue]
Tidebreaker ~ Brother [PotatoLord]
Fang ~ Brother [Rogue]

•Other Relationships•

Featherpaw • Female • 6 moons (Transkitty) • Enjoys,
Proud of
Copperthorn's Apprentice; An extroverted young ocicat

•Theme Song•
All That's Known - Jonathan Groff (Spring Awakening)

•Other•
What else?

Source

•Name•
Nightfrost

•Age•
33 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Straight| Heterosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Melanistic Bengal Cat

•Census Description•
A stunning sleek jet-black she-cat with piercing golden eyes.

•Appearance•
A stunning, sleek jet-black female with a muscular yet graceful build. Her eyes are a piercing green/gold, and slanted towards the base of her ears. She has short, velvet-like fur that covers all of her body. Nightfrost's paws are delicate, with soft pads for stealth. Her skull is wedge-shaped, with a blunt muzzle and tall, slightly rounded ears. The female has a supple, streamlined silhouette, her lean muscles lying just beneath the surface of her hide. Her features are pretty and intriguing, drawing the eye with her exotic look.

•Personality•
Nightfrost is a mysterious female. She will speak her mind if need be, but often remains silent and listens to everything around her. She is always calm and level-headed, with an unbreakable sense of justice and a courageous heart. With a rather long patience, she is hard to anger, and doesn't let anything get on her nerves. Some would call her cold, but those that get close to her know that she is warm-hearted and compassionate, with a gentle nature and loving soul. Rather lonely, Nighfrost enjoys the company of others, and once she gets comfortable will talk for hours. She has a great sense of humor, and will try to make everyone laugh. When a member of the clan becomes sad, they can always come to her for a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear.

•Backstory•
Nightfrost was the black sheep of the family. Her siblings were all normal, with beautiful golden fur and black tabby markings. Her mother didn't pay much attention to her because of her different coloring, instead abandoning her in the forest one day so that she wouldn't have to deal with the jet black kit. For a little while, Nightfrost fended for herself, dodging bigger predators and eating whatever she could to survive. One day she stumbled into Willowclan territory and was found by a hunting party. Despite trespassing, one of the females in the group realized that she needed help, and brought her back to camp with them. By that time, Nightfrost had passed out from hunger, and soon woke up in the nursery. While she had been asleep, a kindly queen had taken her in and decided to raise her. Since then, Nightfrost tries to repress the memories of her abandonment and decides to trust everyone around her.

•Family•
Shale| Mother| Rogue| Unknown
Ra| Brother| Rogue| Adoptable
Bloom| Rogue| Deceased
Riversong| Adopted Mother| Deceased
•Other Relationships•
Will be developed through RP

•Love Interest•
She is intrigued by Tidebreaker, and enjoys his company, will likely developed a crush on him.

•Theme Song•
The Wolves- Cyrus Reynolds ft. Keeley Bumford

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!

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

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. Scorchstar & ?? (No one has applied)

Name three important things about Willowclan. They reside in the old Finley Creek High School, focus on stealth and combat, and any cat who wishes to join Willowclan must pass a difficult test.


Source

•Name•
Brazenkit- [Brazenpaw]- Brazenflame

•Age•
11 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Straight| Heterosexual

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
Siamese 50% (Flame Point) X American Shorthair 50%

•Census Description•
Lithe blue-eyed tom with creamy fur and pale red points

•Appearance•
With a small, lean body, it is obvious that Brazenpaw still has a lot of growing to do. He is well-formed but lanky, with little muscle beneath the kitten fat that has yet to fade. However, his shoulders are broad and his legs are large-boned, hinting at how big the tom will become. Brazenpaw's skull is wedge-shaped, with a full, rounded muzzle and wide-set, slanted eyes that are the color of pure ice. His nose, unlike a lot of his clanmates', is a soft pink. Brazenpaw's ears are tall and pointed, flaring out at the base and tapering to a rounded point. All around, he is still on the smaller side, but still larger than some.

•Personality•
Intrepid and bold, Brazenpaw's name suits him well, as the young tom has an adventurous soul and a fearless heart. He is constantly on the move, always trying to find new and amazing things. He knows the territory like the back of his paw, and can slip in and out of the camp undetected, much to the chagrin of his mentor and parents. Never one to turn down a patrol, Brazenpaw would leap at the chance to go to a gathering, as he has yet to be invited to one. Nevertheless, he isn't deterred by this, and every time the leader calls names, he hopes to be included. With a fierce protective streak and a devil-may-care attitude, he has many friends, all of them precious to him. Rather charismatic, the male can easily rally others to his side, a gift that could be called a blessing or a curse. But he doesn't have a bad bone in his body, so there is no need for anyone to worry. The warrior code is like a mantra to him, strict and unbreakable, however much he likes to bend the rules.

•Backstory•
His is a cliche story. Born to two warriors, Brazenkit was the only male of the litter, with two sisters to grow by his side. As they grew, they became inseparable, him being the most mischievous and his kin being the guiding lights. They were precious to him, and he loved them more than his own parents. To be honest, it took a long time for him to get close to anyone else, despite the constant urging of his sire and dam. However, their fairy tale didn't last long. One day, the trio slipped out of camp unnoticed, the first time that they had been successful in doing so. They roamed the territory, discovering new and exciting things, and being carelessly reckless. It would be Stormkit's undoing. A small, fast-moving creek came upon them unexpectedly, its steep banks too abrupt for the kits to avoid. By the time Brazenkit and Fawnkit made it to the bottom, Stormkit had been swept away by the currents. The two kits returned to camp squealing and crying, begging the warriors to save their litter sister, but it was too late. Though they searched for days, her body was never recovered. After the incident, Fawnkit and Brazenkit stuck to each other like glue, afraid to even venture out of the nursery. But the little tom was hell-bent on finding his other sister, and promised that even if it took him the rest of his life, he would never stop. To this day he still roams the area, hoping to find even the smallest bit of evidence of either her death, or her survival.

•Family•
Fallowstripe| Mother| NPC- Adoptable
Thornear| Father| NPC- Adoptable
Fawnpaw| Sister| Adoptable
Stormkit| Sister| Unknown (May be adoptable)

•Other Relationships•
Will develop through RP
Crush: Open!

•Theme Song•
Hero- Ruelle

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
We've met!

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

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. Scorchstar & N/A

Name three important things about Willowclan. They reside in the old Finley Creek High School, focus on stealth and combat, and any cat that wishes to join must pass a difficult test.

•Name•
Scorchkit - Scorchpaw - Scorchclaw - [Scorchstar].

•Age•
51 moons (4 years, 3 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Male.

•Orientation•
Heterosexual | Demiromantic.

•Rank•
Leader.

•Breed•
Maine Coon Mix.

•Census Description•
Scorchstar - Massive red classic tabby tom with tufted ears, paler underfur, a scarred muzzle and fierce orange eyes.

•Appearance•
Scorchstar is a massive tom, his Maine Coon ancestry insuring he towers over the majority of his Clanmates save for those who also share the blood of a large breed. His body is solid and muscular, heavy boned with strong legs that assist him in climbing when need be. One might not expect such a sizeable cat to have any sense of balance, but Scorchstar can prove quite graceful. His muzzle is squared and ears tufted while his tail is so bushy it may remind some of a raccoon's tail. His pelt is quite thick, glossy and a deep reddish-orange color, swirling stripes covering the back and sides, growing thinner around the face, legs and tail. His eyes are shaped like large almonds and a fiery shade of orange.

•Personality•
Scorchstar is a powerful tom with a taste for violence. Even in kithood he had a rather strong inclination for brutality, but some of his rougher qualities were softened considerably by his best friend and later mate Spottedcloud. In a way she was the only conscience he ever had and he refrained from causing undue harm to other creatures if only because he knew it would cause her grief. With Spottedcloud now gone and a dark thirst for vengeance left to fester in him Scorchstar has reverted into a very dangerous cat, lusting for revenge against those who murdered her.

When dealing with his Clanmates, Scorchstar has learned to suppress most of his violent tendencies, pushing a facade of normalcy. It is unlikely he would have been accepted as deputy let alone leader if he had not. Charming and charismatic, he exudes tranquility and security, remaining visibly unperturbed and kindly for as long as it will help him achieve his goals. Rather than flaring hot, Scorchstar's anger tends to be ice cold, but you can always tell when he's displeased by his tone of voice. He doesn't yell, he doesn't hit, but if his voice drops even the slightest from it's usual pleasantness it's cause for worry.

•Backstory•
Scorchstar's parents were outsiders; two large, thick-furred cats who showed up at WillowClan's border one morning. His mother was white as snow with while his father resembled himself. Intrigued by the strangers, WillowClan's former leader invited them back to camp. Snowflower was already heavy with kits when they were accepted into the Clan, ushered into the nursery while Goldenclaw received warrior training after proving himself.

Three kits were born, but only one survived. They named him Scorchkit after his stunning reddish-orange coat. Scorchkit wasn't the Clan's only oddity at the time. A she-cat called Mottletail bore offspring nearly the same day; Spottedkit, Dapplekit and Specklekit. Scorchkit and Spottedkit soon developed a bond that would be broken only be death.

In his youth Scorchpaw was rather rough, often unnecessarily hostile and cruel to the other apprentices, but Spottedpaw would have none of it. He might be kind to her and her siblings, but Spottedpaw was not blind to her friend's behavior and would go on to do something his parents never cared to, correct him. As they grew older their relationship evolved from friendship to love and they agreed to become mates as young warriors. Scorchclaw found other outlets for his aggression that didn't involve harming his own Clanmates and came to be a highly respected warrior.

He and Spottedcloud never managed to have kits on their own, as every time they tried nothing resulted from their coupling, both silently wondering if something was wrong with them, but they didn't allow it to damage their love for one another. Kits or not, they were meant to be. Scorchclaw was named deputy after the previous deputy Snaketail retired and promised Spottedcloud once he became leader she would be his second.

Tragedy struck not long after that. A skirmish with a group of trespassing rogues turned violent and Spottedcloud was killed in the chaos. Scorchclaw managed to kill two of the brutal cats himself, but two more still escaped and he now holds a deep mistrust for those born outside the Clan.

•Family•
Snowflower | Mother | Deceased.
Goldenclaw | Father | Deceased.

•Other Relationships•
Specklestream | Friend / Spottedcloud's Sister | Played by Usa-san.
Dappleheart | Friend / Spottedcloud's Sister | OPEN.

•Love Interest•
Spottedcloud | Former Mate | Deceased.

Open, but must develop through roleplay.

•Theme Song•
Pain - Hollywood Undead.

Warning; Song curses.

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•Name•
Brody - [Tidebreaker].

•Age•
36 moons (3 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Male.

•Orientation•
Bisexual | Biromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Breed•
Bengal (Charcoal).

•Census Description•
Tidebreaker - Sturdy black tom with a dappled pelt, pale underbelly and bright lemon yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
Tidebreaker is a somewhat wild looking tom, reminiscent of a black panther. Large, dark rosettes stretch across his sides, morphing into stripes around the tail as well as along the legs and face. The fur of his underbelly, chest, chin and around the eyes are a frosty white color while the rest of his body is smoky black. He has round, vibrant yellow eyes comparable in shade to a ripe lemon. His head is dome shaped and relatively small compared to the rest of his body, which is rather long and well-muscled. His tail is thick, medium length and rounds out at the tip and his paws are large with prominent knuckles. His hind legs are longer than the front, resulting in a subtly tilted gait.

•Personality•
Quiet and distant, but not entirely against company. Tidebreaker has been alone for most of his adult life so he's far from the most sociable feline around, though it should be noted he doesn't go out of his way to be unfriendly or cruel either. If someone stuck around for long enough he would probably warm up to them fairly quickly. Generally quite polite for someone who grew up as a rogue, he's calm, level-headed and forever poised, rarely losing his temper.

Unlike many of the other cats who call Willowclan home he has no love for violence, but will fight if given no other choice. He is overall gentle and compassionate in nature, often stopping to help strangers in need despite his lack of social skills. He's prone to anxiety and doesn't always pick up on social cues, at times struggling to understand Clan customs and his new family. He came to WillowClan to reconnect with his brother Copperthorn, but is finding himself a bit wary of their obsessive focus on combat.

•Backstory•
One of five kits, Brody grew up surrounded by siblings. More reserved in nature than the rest of them. While he would engage with his brothers and sisters unlike his more observant brother Fire, it wasn't long before he broke away from the other scuffling youngsters' rough play. He preferred to spend time with his mother over anyone else and would often help her tend to her duties. He left his family group younger than average, shortly after Copperthorn.

Resources in the area had grown scarce, forcing Rusty and Storm to choose which cubs could stay with them for another year and which must go. In the end it was decided Brody and Fang were the most capable of surviving on their own, chased from the band by their parents. The brothers made the decision to stay together for a time, but eventually parted ways when Fang found a territory he wanted to settle in and Brody wished to continue travelling.

He'd heard tales of the Clans from others and recently decided to investigate. It was quite a shock when he witnessed his brother Copperthorn on a Willowclan patrol, only recognizing him by the faint familiarity of his scent. He decided not to confront him, but remained just outside Clan borders ever since that, occasionally straying into the territory when in desperate need of prey. Eventually he finally found the courage to approach a patrol. Copperthorn was not particularly pleased to see him, but Brody decided to stay, soon after earning his new name.

•Family•
Rusty | Mother | Status Unknown.
Storm | Father | Status Unknown.
Whisper | Litter Sister | Status Unknown.
Fang | Litter Brother | Status Unknown.
Bella | Litter Sister | Status Unknown.
Copperthorn | Litter Brother | Played by Insert.

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Will develop through roleplay since he's still fairly new to the Clan.

•Love Interest•
{Nightfrost | Played by Arcan}
He finds Nightfrost to be a very interesting cat and will likely develop a crush on her upon getting to know her better.

•Theme Song•
Flares - The Script.

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•Name•
Hollykit - [Hollypaw] - Hollycloud.

•Age•
8 moons (8 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Nonbinary, but considering she cannot speak she has no way to let others know. Physically female and still accepts she/her pronouns.

•Orientation•
Asexual | Panromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior Apprentice.

•Breed•
Domestic Longhair.

•Census Description•
Hollypaw - Fluffy white she-cat with one blue eye and one yellow eye.

•Appearance•
Hollypaw is a white she-cat with a medium length pelt and heterochromia iridum, the right eye being a light blue while the left is a much brighter yellow. She has a bright pink nose and an average build, being neither overly thin nor excessively muscular. Considering her pale coat, it isn't rare to see her fur stained more of an off-white color or clotted with dirt as the only way to get it clean is taking a dip in a nearby pond or stream. She’s not too keen on either idea. She has a round face with a tapering muzzle and a moderately sized, wide-based ears.

•Personality•
Hollypaw is mute, never once speaking a word, incapable of doing so due to underdeveloped vocal cords. She communicates with her Clanmates through body language instead, also capable of making small noises even if not full speech. Her lack of a voice is not a mark of lost intellect. She is quite a sharp young cat who learns quickly and works hard to prove herself a valuable asset to WillowClan. She can be easily spooked if approached on her deaf side (the side with the blue eye), but otherwise seems to have adjusted well to her disadvantages. She relies on scent and sight for hunting and is just as stealthy as any other apprentice, proving decent at combat. The only issue being her limited hearing makes it easy for her to be snuck up on.

•Backstory•
It was clear from the moment she could walk something wasn't quite right and it didn't take the medicine cat long to figure out her hearing was impaired. Her inability to speak was discovered later though no cat could ever hope to know the cause. Cloudfur insisted her daughter still be apprenticed alongside her brother and be given the chance to become a warrior. It's been rough growing up in a Clan where stealth and combat are considered everything, with any imperfection threatening her right to a warrior name. Hollypaw is often frustrated with herself, but she works hard and clearly does her best at any task she is given, determined to make her family proud.

•Family•
Cloudfur | Mother | Played by Usa-san.
Silverfang | Father | Deceased.
Icepaw | Litter Brother | OPEN.

•Other Relationships•
None yet. In need of a mentor.

•Theme Song•
So Close - Ólafur Arnalds ft. Arnor Dan.

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•Name•
Storm - [Stormclaw].

•Age•
36 moons (3 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
She-Cat | Cis Female.

•Orientation•
Bisexual | Homoromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Breed•
British Shorthair.

•Census Description•
Stormclaw- Stocky gray she-cat with amber eyes.

•Appearance•
Stormclaw is a thickset she-cat with a soft gray coat that holds a silvery sheen. Her eyes are large and round, a brilliant coppery amber in color, always appearing to retain some sense of mischief. Her pelt is short and dense, but lacks an undercoat. The texture is plush, the hairs stiff and crisp, leaving noticeable breakage between the fur across her body as she moves.

Her build is compact and sturdy. A heavy bodied lady indeed, dense bones and firm muscle making her bulkier than the average cat, male or female. She's a bit pudgy around the middle during warmer seasons, helped along by the abundance of prey in the area and her predisposition to laziness, but it would do a cat well to remember her teeth are still as sharp as any warrior and her claws even sharper. During winter she tends to work it off and become more muscle than anything else.

She has a pebble shaped head with a short muzzle ending in a dark gray nose. Her ears are wide-set and medium sized, nicked with small scars. Stormclaw's cheeks are broad and rather prominent, a defining feature of the British Shorthair. She is deep-chested and her tail is moderately long, blunt at the tip. Her legs are strong and robust, leading down to rounded paws.

•Personality•
Even throughout kithood Stormclaw was a little hellion. Mischievous to the core, she spent most of her days playing pranks on her parents and siblings or snooping around places she shouldn't. Most of her jokes were harmless back then, but her behavior was left uncorrected by the authority figures in her life, assuming she would grow out of it as she grew older. As a result she's a somewhat more malicious cat in the present.

Conniving and manipulative, Stormclaw is out to serve the interests of only one cat, herself. When in the presence of Clanmates and her own personal posse she can appear amiable and fun to be around. With an easygoing temperament and a healthy sense of humor, it's not hard to fall under the impression Stormclaw is innocuous. She's affectionate and treats those she cares for generously when it strikes her mood.

Her personality will do a complete 180 should any cat choose to betray her or make a mistake so grave it cannot be forgiven. Apologies mean nothing to her and once she is against you Stormclaw will not be appeased. She is relentless in the pursuit of her own ambitions and standing in the way of reaching those goals is a potential death wish for any cat who tries.

•Backstory•
Storm's kithood was simple. She grew up among humans and pets, her parents both prizewinning purebred show cats. This wasn't the life for her however and she took to the wilds nearly the first chance she got. It was rough going for awhile, but Storm found she enjoyed the freedom a feral lifestyle offered compared to being confined inside or poked and prodded by Upwalkers.

Eventually her travels brought her into contact with various groups of cats, but she initially refused to join them on principle. She must never be tied down. Instead Storm made a name for herself among street cats and pets alike for her extensive knowledge concerning herbs. Being a nomad has taught her many things and she's a decent medic. Storm once had the best herb supply around and guarded her garden with vicious tenacity from outsiders.

One particularly rough winter after the humans left the city she nearly starved when prey grew scarce and Willowclan offered her a deal. Lend them the herbs in her garden and they would feed her. Storm became a familiar face among the colony after that. At times even sleeping in camp and training with them. Eventually she came to spend so much time with them they invited her to join officially and she finally accepted, taking a warrior name.

•Family•
None in the Clan.

•Other Relationships•
None yet.

•Theme Song•
Glory - Hollywood Undead.

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•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? The skill and condition of every individual cat involved, what kind of animal the prey is and the setting.

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. Scorchstar and _____.

Name three important things about Willowclan. The Clan makes camp in Finley Creek High School. They focus on stealth and combat. Any cat who wishes to join Willowclan will be put through a difficult test to prove whether or not they're worthy.

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•Specklestream•
Specklekit → Specklepaw → [Specklestream]

•51 moons (4 years, 3 months) old.•
•Cis Female•
•Gray Asexual + Gray Panromantic•
Warrior

•Breed•
Image is based off an Egyptian Mau, but she is a mix.

•Census Description•
Specklestream- streamlined pale gray spotted tabby she cat with pale yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
Sleek pale gray fur coats Specklestream from head to toe, with the only difference in her coloration being the darker gray spots across her fur. She’s of average size for a female cat, and is neither large or small. Specklestream’s eyes are a pale yellow color and are quite similar to that of a pale yellow primrose. While not having the best fighting skills, she takes pride in her stealth and hunting abilities. Her ears and shoulders are covered in scars and nicks from old fights although most have begun to fade.

•Personality•
While not one to brush off an order from the clan leader or deputy, Specklestream has no motivation to actually do anything. She would rather be sleeping the day away or something much less strenuous than going on a patrol. The she cat finds kits to be much to draining and can barely stand being around younger apprentices, quite literally this is her only reason for not wanting her own kits. She’s extremely loyal and would likely fight to her own death if need be, not to mention it is hard to change her mind and she would likely follow a leader she’s known her whole life than a cat she’s just met.

Specklestream can be described as lonely, but her tendency to sleeping all day and extremely laid back nature has caused it to be a bit difficult to actually make friends.

•Backstory•
Specklestream was born as Specklekit alongside her two sister Spottedkit and Dapplekit to their parents Fleckstorm and Mottletail. While Specklekit was growing throughout her kithood she noticed everyone’s affinity for Spottedkit, despite her two other kits it was made quite clear to Specklekit that Spottedkit was Fleckstorm’s favorite. It wouldn’t have made a difference in her life had Mottletail not done the same thing to Dapplekit in retaliation to Fleckstorm’s favoritism, but alas. So Specklekit resorted to sleeping the day away until she could become an apprentice and not be forgotten between her feuding parents. It was near their apprentice ceremony when the clan announced Mottletail’s death, yet Specklekit couldn’t quite bring herself to care enough to sit a vigil for her.

After the death of Mottletail, Fleckstorm completely shut out the three of them all together. Alas, once again Specklekit found she couldn’t care less. Once she and her siblings were made into apprentices, Specklepaw found that she once again was watching as Spottedpaw was being her usual magnetic self and drawing in even those that typically wouldn’t. It was only when Specklepaw realized that despite Spottedpaw’s popularity she would often times seek out Dapplepaw, Scorchpaw, or herself for constant companionship. Speckle found herself vaguely pleased that despite her personality, Spottedpaw still found her important enough to speak with.

Specklepaw’s training mainly focused on stealth and hunting once her mentor realized that Specklepaw didn’t have the drive to fight. Once Specklepaw received her warrior name Specklestream she realized just how absolutely alone she was. The only form of friendship she had was Spottedcloud and Scorchclaw, and once she realized that she attempted to befriend other cats of the clan- only for her to fail and immediately go back to being alone or with Spottedcloud and Scorchclaw.

Upon Spottedcloud’s death, Specklestream was struck with indescribable loneliness that stretched for moons, only easing up in those brief moments she would spend conversing with Scorchclaw. Once he became clan leader, Specklestream sat patiently for him to return and when he did pledge her loyalty to him.

•Family•
Fleckstorm ○ Father [Deceased]
Specklestream wasn’t very close to her father, and wasn’t very affected by his death.

Mottletail ○ Mother [Deceased]
Specklestream wasn’t very close to her mother, and was once again not very affected by her death.

Spottedcloud ○ Littermate | Sister [Deceased]
Despite some lingering feelings of resentment for Spottedcloud, Specklestream was still crushed when she was murdered.

Dappleheart ○ Littermate | Sister [Adoptable]
As Apprentices she and Dappleheart were on friendly terms but eventually fell to awkward silences whenever together.

•Other Relationships•
Scorchstar ○ Friend. [Potato Lord]
Specklestream is extremely loyal to Scorchstar, and he’s basically the only cat she actually considers a friend.

[Open for past apprentices, or a current one.]

•Theme Song•
Ghost by Mystery Skulls

•Other•
….o_o



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•Cloudfur•
Cloudkit → Cloudpaw → [Cloudfur]

•32 moons•
•Cis Female•
•Heterosexual + Panromantic•
•Warrior•

•Breed•
Mix

•Census Description•
Cloudfur- delicate fluffy white she cat with yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
Cloudfur has snowy white fur, and dark yellow eyes. She’s of average size, but a bit more built with a small frame and a thin body. Her fur is medium length for the exception of her tail fur with is much longer than the rest of her fur, its texture is soft to the touch. Her face is rather pointed with high set cheek bones and high set, rounded ears. Cloudfur is rather fussy about her fur and always attempts to keep it clean of any dirt, she also attempts to always clean her kits fur.

•Personality•
Cloudfur isn’t necessarily good at anything she’s an alright hunter, an alright fighter, and an alright negotiator. She does however have an affinity for kits and loves to shower her own in copious amounts of love. She could be considered an overbearing parent, but she believes due to her being their only parent that they need at least some overbearingness. Cloudfur only hopes her kits find happiness in the future and would rest happy for the rest of her life with just that simple knowledge.

Personality wise she isn’t the brightest star in the sky, and more often than not will comfortably step to the side in order for someone else to take the spotlight. She doesn’t feel all that comfortable with speaking out in crowds unless it revolves around her own kits - something she displayed when Hollypaw was a kit. Cloudfur is a bit of an airhead and can oftentimes get caught up in her own thoughts so far than she completely forgets about the world she's actually living in.

•Backstory•
Cloudfur grew up like any other clan cat, born to two loving parents. Her parents did truly love her, she couldn’t say they were the best. Her mother more often than not wanted to go back to patrolling and her father was clan deputy and was only ever able to be with them briefly. They became more distant as she trained to become a warrior, constantly bantering with a much older apprentice Silverpaw. Eventually she was given the name Cloudfur, and by then Silverpaw had long since been known as Silverfang. They two quickly had a blossoming romance despite the bantering as apprentice, and it wasn’t long she was expecting his kits.

When her kits were two moons old Silverfang died to greencough, leaving her to care for their two kits and she did just that. Constantly by their side when they needed her and always watching when they didn’t. It nearly broke her heart when she realized Hollykit didn’t hear as well as any other cat, but Cloudfur still fought for the clan leader to name Hollykit as an apprentice rather than restricting her to the elders den.

•Family•
Hollypaw ○ Daughter [Potato Lord]
Cloudfur really loves her daughter and hopes that she’ll be happy in life.

Icepaw ○ Son [Adoptable]
Relationship to be determined upon adoption, just keep in mind Cloudfur loves Icepaw.

•Other Relationships•
Silverfang ○ Past Mate [Deceased]
Cloudfur loved Silverfang, its just too bad he never got to see his kits grow into apprentices.

[Open for friends quq]

•Theme Song•
Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes

•Other•
ouo

•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 Willowclan: Scorchstar & ...

Name three important things about Willowclan: Neither the largest nor smallest clan, they train their warriors in stealth and combat (AKA ninjas), and they live at an old high school x_x

By Tom Bjornstad, Norway (User:ToB) - Tom Bjornstad, Norway (User:ToB), Copyrighted free use, Link

•Name•
Featherkit | Featherpaw |Featherstep

•Age•
Six Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female

•Orientation•
Panromantic, demisexual

•Rank•
Apprentice-

•Breed•
Ocicat

•Census Description•
A sleek brown spotted she-cat with amber eyes.

•Appearance•
Like others of her breed Featherpaw is slightly larger than other domestic cat breeds, although not as large as a Maine coon. Her body is a cross between the stout american short hair and the svelte oriental breeds, giving her an interesting silhouette. Her short fur is sleek and a light chocolate in color, with darker brown spots being her most defining feature. Her ears are well shaped, albeit a bit large for her head and her amber eyes are vibrant against the shade of her fur. Her tail is slightly too long for her body, and is tipped in black.

•Personality•
Boisterous and outgoing, Featherpaw is a friendly she-cat that enjoys being around her clan. She spends most of her time at camp playing with the kits of the clan, or speaking with the apprentices and younger warriors. Because of her over-the-top friendliness, she gets along better with the younger cats of the clan. In fact, the older members often find her annoying. Despite this, nothing gets the spotted cat down.

When she's not found at camp, this cat spends her time hunting. With an almost dog-like interest in food, she has the potential to become a talented hunter for the clan and carve herself a niche among them. She doesn't take herself too seriously during hunts however, often intentionally tumbling head over tail or tripping over her own paws in an attempt to make someone else laugh.

•Backstory•
Featherkit, then called Topaz, was born to a rogue queen on the outskirts of Willowclan territory. Due to her aggressive nature, the rogue female was quickly found and killed by a Willowclan patrol, leaving her tiny kits on their own. In the following days most of the litter starved to death, but Featherkit was found and luckily adopted into the clan by one of the warriors. She was raised in the Nursery by all of the nursing queens at that time, and as such she doesn't have any single female she considers her mother.

•Family members, deceased or not•
Stella-dam-deceased
Opal-brother-deceased
Onyx-sister-deceased

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: Copperthorn
Open to other relationships!

•Theme Song•
Attention (Female Version)-Andie Case

•Other•
I'm open to any of the adult females of the clan treating Featherpaw like their daughter!

•RP Sample• ((I hope it's ok that it's not a warrior cats example. If need be, I'll edit with one!))
The male was quickly distracted by the exuberant greeting as his son raced across the camp, his little tail blurring in his excitement. As the pup braced himself on the alpha's paws, he leaned forward and greeted his young son with an affectionate swipe of his tongue across the pup's face. However, he couldn't spend as much time focused on Suyian as he would like to, as the needs of the pack needed to be addressed. His attention quickly turned back to Amana, who had woken up only to ignore him. That earned the helper a low growl as he snapped his jaws in her direction, although he didn't make contact. Once his reprimand had been given, his attention was once more drawn in a new direction as multiple pack members mentioned hunting and food.

He gave Mazuri a thankful lick across her muzzle before explaining that he'd already eaten. He'd found the body of a goat that had succumbed to thirst earlier in the day and gorged himself on it. That reminded him of the reason he'd picked this specific area for the pack, and so he turned towards Zireael when she asked about organizing a hunting party. He gave her a quick nod before beginning to speak, flicking his tail. "That's why I chose this spot, actually. The humans keep their goats here, and they tend to be relatively easy pickings. The only problem is the humans themselves and their dogs. I believe the potential reward is worth the risk, but I'd like your input."

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? Condition and skill level of the hunter, type of prey and location of the hunt

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. Scorchstar and _______

Name three important things about Willowclan. Focused on stealth and combat, anyone who wants to enter has to pass a difficult test, and they reside in the old high school.

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•Name•
Icepaw

•Age•
8 moons old

•Gender & Sex•
Cisgendered male

•Orientation•
Acesexual, Grey-biromantic

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
Domestic Longhair Mix

•Census Description•
Icepaw- A sleek white tom with yellow eyes

•Appearance•
Icepaw is a medium sized with medium length fur. Icepaw has dark yellow eyes, and a lean build,

•Personality•
-

•Backstory•
-

•Family•
-

•Other Relationships•
-

•Theme Song•
-

•Other•
None

•RP Sample•
-

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? ____________

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. ____________

Name three important things about Willowclan. ____________

•Name•
Rilo | Hailkit | Hailpaw | {Hailecho}

•Age•
54 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female

•Orientation•
Asexual Panromantic

•Rank•
Deputy

Breed••
Norwegian Forest Cat

•Census Description•
Hailecho- Powerful, regal she-cat with black and white fur and a pair of starry green eyes

•Appearance•
Hailecho is a somewhat stocky she-cat with thick yet silky fur. She seem rather small in comparison to her clanmates. Yet she is a condensed ball of raw strength and solid muscle. She is able to wreck havoc on the battlefield with her power and speed. However, because of her short legs, Hailecho finds that long distance travels down wears on her quite quickly.

She has pale green eyes, the color of fallen leaves or a long forgotten forest. She dons a faded scar, which snakes across her side, only occasionally ghosting from beneath her fur.

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
Born into a rather tragic situation of a single rogue mother attempting to carve out a living with three kits. Rilo, (later Hailkit/Hailpaw/Hailecho) along with her sister Lark and brother Klo.

•Family•
Family members, deceased or not

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

•Theme Song•
When || Dodie Clark

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample•
Have we met? Do I know how good you are? If not or if you're unsure, provide me with an RP Sample.

•Security Questions•
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt? ____________

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. ____________

.: Name :.
[Brixenkit] [Brixenpaw]
[Brixenface]

.: Age :.
30 Moons
(2 Years & 6 Months)

.: Gender & Sex :.
Male

.: Orientation :.
Bisexual | Biromantic

.: Rank :.
Warrior

.: Breed :.
American Bobtail

.: Census Description :.
Brixenface - A flirtatious brindle tom that has a bobbed tail.

.: Appearance :.
This tom stands at a height of 8.7 inches and weighs 8 pounds. He sports a vivid brindle coat. Along with his mixed fur is multiple white markings; including a white blaze and bib. As well as white dipped paws. He owns a a tail that is docked and would be considered bobbed. His fur is a short/medium-sized length. His ears are perked and are well tuned for hunting. This tom is agile on his paws and he is lean. His size is ideal, but would be considered large compared to mollies. His lips, tongue, and nose are a faint pink. His eyes a dull hazel that brighten up whenever he becomes excited or content.

.: Personality :.
Brixenface is a determined tom that likes to get what he wants. He is rather flirtatious with the females, and sometimes with the males too. He enjoys everyones company and is considered a social butterfly. He can get excited really easily and tends to become hyperactive. Brixenface can become over protective of whomever in question and is cliny. His downfalls would be that he doesn't know when to quit trying, which can make others get annoyed by him. As well is that he is a sensitive soul that can take things personally, which would lead him to become down in the dumps.

.: Backstory :.
Brixenface was born along with his sister by two warriors. Their names were Foxleap and Jaytail. His life was normal, having a joyful young life as an apprentice. He did have a few accidents like getting into trouble and falling down a few flights of stairs due to a dare; but it wasn't anything that he couldn't recover from. He is still young, and only last year did he become a warrior. He takes pride in his rank and trys his very best to show that he is worthy of it.

.: Family :.
Mother - Foxleap - Alive [NPC]
Father - Jaytail - Alive [NPC]
Sister - Greypool - Alive [NPC]

.: Other Relationships :.
Mate : None
Crush : None (Open; must be developed in RP)
Best Friend: None (Open)

.: Theme Song :.


.: Other :.
N/A

.: Roleplay Sample :.
N/A

.: Security Questions :.
What goes into calculating the success of a hunt :
The skill of the cat as well as the type of prey, weather conditions, and the setting
Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan :
Scorchstar (?) and ______

Name three important things about Willowclan :
1.) They take refuge in the old Finley Creek High School
2.) Their cats focus on stealth and combat
3.) there is a difficult test that cats must pass if they wish to join Willowclan

•Name•
Dawnfeather

•Age•
56 ( about 4.5 years)

•Gender & Sex•
Cis Female

•Orientation•
Hetrosexual

•Rank•
Medicine Cat

•Breed•
Munchkin

•Census Description•
A brown and white munchkin she-cat, with bright blue-green eyes.

•Appearance•
Dawnfeather is dwarf sized she-cat with a short brown coat. Her ears are a nice chocolate brown and her muzzle is a bright white with a light brown patch on her chin. Being so short her tail is comically 3 times the length of her body. Luckily, unlike the dwarfism mutation, the Munchkin breed does not have an abnormally large head for their body, so she is well proportioned for her size. Her back is curved due to her breed, however, which cause frequent back and neck pain.
Dawnfeathers eyes argue against her small stature. Her bright blue-green eyes seem hold the world and all its wisdom.

•Personality•
While being very small her personality is very much the opposite. While she is not the oldest cat in the Clan she holds and knows great wisdom from her past. Dawnfeather is a old soul, and talks like she has lived for hundreds of years. She is a very caring and maternal she-cat even though she cannot have kits of her own. She loves going out to gather herbs while mentors teach their apprentices to fight and hunt.
She does have a bit of a sharp tongue and speaks her mind. She doesn't deal to well with narcissistic or dumb cats and will most likely just try to say nothing at all.
Dawnfeather is fiercely loyal and you can always go to her for advice just be aware that she'll tell you what you need to hear.
(Think old Southern Grandma)


•Backstory•
As a kit, Dawnkit had been a bit of a surprise to her family, as her mom didn't think she or her kit(s) would survive, them being so small. But Dawnkit and her brother Dustkit survived and lived out there kit-hood being smaller than everyone. Dawnkit was raised by her mother and was taught how to be "a lady". Dustkit however, was taught by his father how to fight saying that "No son of mine is gonna be a weakling" even though their father was a regular sized tom-cat.

As they became apprentices, Dawnpaw found her love and passion in medicine and began to learn under the wing of her mentor, Fallowleaf. Fallowleaf loved Dawnpaw as her own kin and pushed her to be her best. Dustpaw however, began to resent his sister and how well she was excelling and how how father didnt even seem to care about what she was doing while pushing Dustpaw to the limit.

Dawnfeather got her warrior name 2 moons earlier than her brother, which finally snapped his tolerance in two. Dusttail challenged his sister to a fight while he was out helping her pick herbs. While Dusttail attacked his sister repeatedly she tried her best to fight him off, and as Dusttail was going to make the final blow, it was only by shear luck that Fallowleaf jumped in and saved Dawnfeather by taking the blow herself. The two she-cat ran to the clan and the banished Dusttail and his father for treason against the clan. That day however, Dawnfeather had her mother teach her how to fight, so that she could protect those she loves, just like Fallowleaf had done for her.

•Family•
Silverfoot- Mother (deceased)
Rockpelt- Father (Banished)
Dusttail- Brother (banished)


•Other Relationships•
Fallowleaf- Mentor (deceased)
Crush- none (open)
Mate-none (open)

•Theme Song•
Real gone- Sheryl Crow

•Other•
What else?

•RP Sample•
Drip, Drop, Drip.... water? Oh yes.. It's raining. Dawnfeather shook out her pelt and stretched her aching back. The medicine room was quiet this morning, other than the rain that was gently falling through the small hole in the ceiling and into an old bucket that she placed there to collect water for medicine. The small she-cat padded her way into the back closet where she kept all of her herbs and things alike. Her room is now located in what used to be the high school's science lab, though she doesnt really bother with the things the humans left behind. The Medicine cat thoughtfully took inventory and then padded out of her room to find some breakfast.

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

Name the Leader and Deputy of Willowclan. Scorchstar and ???

Name three important things about Willowclan.
They reside in the old Finley Creek High School,
They focus on stealth and combat
Any cat who wishes to join Willowclan must pass a difficult test.