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SOURCE: https://www.flickr.com/photos/134585064@N05/24793131236/

“The real man smiles in trouble, gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection.”

•Name•
Sparrowkit • Sparrowpaw • Sparrowtail • [Sparrowstar]

Sparrow for her small, wiry frame. Tail for her agility.

•Age•
63 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Homosexual

•Rank•
Leader

•Breed•
Russian Blue Mix

•Census Description•
An elegant Russian Blue mixed molly with a strong, independant attitude.

•Appearance•
Somewhat similar to both of her parents, Sparrowstar's lithe frame is covered in short, plush blue/gray fur. Her stature is regal and effeminate, giving off a royal, important aura. Starting from the tip of her nose, Sparrowstar possesses a round muzzle attached to a broad, smooth skull. Her ears are perched a fair distance apart and are wide at the base, ending in a blunt, rounded tip. Her eyes are large and golden. Attached to her skull is a long, elegant neck, which sits comfortably on her high shoulder blades. Her body is fine-boned and graceful, perched on long, thin legs that end in small, silent paws. Her tail is long and is usually found at about a 2 o'clock angle, raised slightly higher than her back.

•Personality•
Sparrowstar is, above all, a politician. A great purveyor of opinions, this female makes sure her voice is heard at any cost, though not recklessly so. 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. She is agile and quick, though not incredibly combat-inclined. Despite this, she views combat as an integral part of Dewclan's culture and makes sure it is included in Apprentices' regimens. She pushes away help, believing that one's worth is based on what they can do alone.

•Backstory•
Born to Ivywhisker and Oakfall alongside two other siblings, Sparrowkit 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 fighting, unlike her physically-inclined siblings. 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 Pigeonclaw, who promoted Sparrowtail to Deputy when he became Leader. When Pigeonstar retired after losing a leg and getting too old, Sparrowtail was promoted to Sparrowstar and became leader.

•Family•
Ivywhisker - Mother [Alive - ADOPTABLE]
Oakfall - Father [Alive - ADOPTABLE]
_______ - Sibling [Alive - ADOPTABLE]
_______ - Sibling [Alive - ADOPTABLE]

•Other Relationships•
EBONYPAW - Apprentice

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

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

•Name•
Amethyst • Foxkit • [Foxpaw] • Foxwhisper

Fox for her lanky frame. Whisper for her stealthiness and shy attitude.

•Age•
11 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
F2 Savannah Cat

•Census Description•
An awkward, shy Savannah Cat molly with wild, spotted fur and dull brown eyes.

•Appearance•
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. She stands at 13 inches tall and 22 inches long. As an adult, she will likely be 17-1/2 inches tall and 25 inches long, towering above most of her peers. Her delicate-looking frame also possesses multitudes of small black spots and marks, making the young savannah cat look all the more exotic. Her frame is fine-boned and graceful, allowing for quick movement in the trees and across branches. Her finely-sculpted skull is almost too small in proportion to her body, decorated with large, close-set brown eyes and a small, semi-sloping muzzle, more reminiscent of a housecat than her wild ancestors. Atop her head sit a pair of tall, pointed ears, once again looking disproportionate to the rest of her body.

•Personality•
Despite her graceful appearance, Foxpaw 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. She dislikes how different she is from everybody else, mentally citing this as the reason for her clumsiness.

•Backstory•
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 Dewclan. 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 Dewclan'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 Dewclan 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 Dewclan 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.

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

•Other Relationships•
PALEFANG - Mentor

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

•Other•
What else?

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SOURCE: https://500px.com/photo/127354815/cat-standing-by-benny-marty

“Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.”

•Name•
Spottedkit • Spottedpaw • [Spottedsand]

Spotted for her faint coat pattern. Sand for her stealth and silence.

•Age•
38 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Rogue [Former Dryclan Warrior]

•Breed•
Arabian Mau

•Census Description•
A secretive, tailless molly with sandy, spotted fur and slanted, green eyes.

•Appearance•
With a wild air about her, Spottedsand is medium-sized molly and weighs about nine pounds. Her firm, strong body is covered in short, glossy fur in the color of sand. Irregular spots cover her body and a long stripe stretches down her spine, both only a slightly darker brown than her base. On her chest sits a splash of bone white fur that continues faintly to her underbelly, coloring that a light cream. Her skull appears nearly perfectly round, but is barely longer than it is wide. Her moderately concave muzzle, decorated with a bright white blaze, gives the feline a unique, identifiable profile. Large and slanted, the molly's eyes are a bright green and give her a suspicious, calculating expression. Her ears are large, placed sideward and slightly forward high on the skull. Her legs are long and end in white, oval paws.

•Personality•
Spottedsand is cunning and intelligent, which pairs rather well with her affinity for combat. She prefers to fight with quick jabs as opposed to heavy blows, which she deals with vicious accuracy and deftness. Her speed and agility also make her a skilled hunter. Due to a past that she would rather keep hidden, this feline has become resigned and often won't seek out conversation. When she is lured into interaction, however, the beautiful molly reveals a brash and stand-offish nature.

•Backstory•


•Family•
Gorgeheart - Father [DECEASED]
Coalstep - Mother [Alive - ADOPTABLE]

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

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

Credit:https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Angora_turc_blanc_2.jpg

•Name•
Frostkit • Frostpaw • [[ Frostwing ]]

She was named Frost after her almost pure white coat, and Wing because of the effortless grace with which she moves

•Age•
37 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Medicine Cat

•Breed•
Turkish Angora

•Census Description•
A quiet, pretty female with long white fur and eyes the color of moonstones.

•Appearance•
Long legged and elegant, Frostwing is quite pretty. Her long fur is exceptionally soft, and a soft white nearly unmarked by any splash of color. A long tail helps her keep balance on the treetop. Her face is narrow, and very faintly marked with a light gray around moonstone blue eyes.

Delicate paws are also faintly marked with gray on the toes, which only partially hide her claws. Her pawpads are a soft pink, matched by her nose.

•Personality•
Generally softspoken, Frostwing has a way about her that makes cats want to listen when she speaks; less commanding than reassuring, her presence is steady and pleasant. A cool head allows her to think quickly in tough situations, but despite having an incredibly sharp mind for herbs and treatments, she can be a little forgetful; there are times when the white furred cat simply forgets to eat. As a kit, Frostwing was typically quiet, and more likely to pull small pranks than was thought; she wasn't blamed for any of them, seemingly too well behaved for that.

As the interpreter of signs and dreams, Frostwing is slightly less confident; herbs are much more reliable and comfortable to work with, in her mind. Still, she does her best and is fairly successful. Being chosen as Medicine Cat is an honor that she is determined to live up to.

•Backstory•
Frostwing and her sister were born to a pair of loving cats, and were encouraged to be independent and hardworking. Where her sister was energetic and wild, she was quiet and calm; they proved to be an interesting pair, and when they weren't totally opposite, were a great team. Mostly concerning sneaking around and getting up to kit antics. As the question of apprenticehood came up, the former Medicine Cat, Lilytail, approached the clan leader than Starclan had given her a sign.
Though unsure of it at first, Frostwing picked up on herbs quickly and became confident in her abilities. When she was 25 moons, a large storm hit, resulting in Lilytail's death. Somewhat distraught at being unable to save her mentor, she was forced to grow into her role quickly by treating those injuries; since then, she has only become a more capable Medicine Cat.

•Family•
Winterfoot - Mother (Alive)
Cedarpelt - Father (Alive)
Mousewhisker - Sister (Alive)

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: Lilytail (deceased)
Apprentice: Sandpaw
Crush: Open~
Friends: Open~

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

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Credit: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Maine_Coon_2.JPG

•Name•
Tigerkit • Tigerpaw • [[ Tigerstripe ]]

He was named Tiger because of his large size and hopes from his mother for him to be a strong cat, and Stripe after the stripes in the tabby pattern in his fur

•Age•
59 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Maine Coon

•Census Description•
handsome, long-haired tabby tom with long canine teeth.

•Appearance•
Both broadly built and tall, Tigerstripe weighs about 20 pounds; mostly muscle, some fur. His long is dark brown with a tabby pattern, with white fur on his chin, chest and underbelly, and toes. He has a squarish face, with long whiskers and ears that end in tufts. Watchful, hazel eyes are lined by cream stripes, giving him a more serious appearance. His tail is long and heavily furred, but is kept just as soft as the rest of him due to vigilant cleaning. A notch is missing from the top of his left ear, and there is a scar under all of his fur on the left side of his neck. Tigerstripe's teeth protrude slightly, causing him to appear fierce, and he has rather large paws and longer claws.

•Personality•
Tigerstripe may look serious and threatening, as he can be, but at heart he is easygoing and peaceful; if anything threatens his clan or those he cares about howver, he's quite feirce. In a fight, his bulk and power tend to lead to victory, though many fights have been avoided due to his threatening appearance. It hasn’t been unknown for the Maine Coon male to play a prank or two, even in adulthood. Generally, his laidback and friendly attitude makes him easy to get along with, and he tends to look for the better side of people.

•Backstory•
Born an only kit, there were rumors that Tigerstripe's father was a rogue cat. His mother died when he was only 3 moons old due to whitecough, and these rumors were never commented on; though the other kits were mean to him for a while, his earnest and kind demeanor eventually won over the clan. He worked hard to become a capable warrior, apprenticed to the former deputy, and was eventually raised in the ranks. Since then, he's been protecting his clan and providing.

•Family•
Larkwing - Mother (Deceased)
Unknown Tom - Father (Unknown)

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: (Deceased)
Apprentice: Cinderpaw
Crush: Open~
Friends: Open~

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

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•Name•
Honeyflower
•Meaning•
Honey: Her golden eyes
_{Kit meaning: Her sweet sounding meow}
Flower: Beautiful and elegant;Kind nature
_{Previous suffixes: kit, paw}

•Age•
42 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female (She;Her)

•Orientation•
Pansexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Apprentice•
None, currently

•Breed•
Mix breed

•Census Description•
A pure white, short-furred she-cat with a striking golden gaze and long, feathery tail.

•Appearance•
Honeyflower is a rather elegant looking she-cat, the contrast of her short body fur to the long fur of her silky tail giving her a rather sleek appearance. When not on duty, Honeyflower finds comfort in grooming, leaving her pelt pure-white and clean. Her body is lithe, healthy muscles lining especially her legs thanks to the constant climbing and leaping done in her clan's home. She is the average height for her clan, not quite towering or sinking under anyone's height. Though she is often kind, her golden gaze reflecting this, she can have a rather intimidating glare. Her face is actually quite angular, however the fur just around her jaw makes her overall head look round and plump. The inner part of her ears are a soft, faded pink, as well as the top of her nose. Closer to the bottom and center of her nose, the pink becomes darker.

•Personality•
Honeyflower is a bit quirky, coming up with strange ideas and often quite cheerful around her fellow clan-cats. When she's alone however, she carries a somber expression, getting too far into her own head. If she sees someone watching her when she's like this, she tends to flip on a dime, hiding behind a warm smile. She cares deeply about how her fellow clan-mates are, often 'making the rounds' of talking with everyone. She's more reserved with her own emotions, feeling uncomfortable talking about them even with a cat close to her. She hates confrontation. She does her best to work things out through words, but if she's getting shouted at she remains quiet. Incredibly self-conscious, she becomes easily flustered and embarrassed when she makes mistakes, and may say 'sorry' too many times.

•Backstory•
Born to a pair of loving cats, Honeyflower was the only white kit in the litter, her three brothers having darker pelts. Most of her kit life was spent with her family, playing in the tree tops and learning how to run along the branches without losing her balance. She was the smallest kit, making her brothers incredibly protective of her. Rather than developing a spoiled personality however, she was more reserved, often trailing behind her brothers.

One training would begin the she-cat was separated from her brothers. Without their guidance and protection, Honeypaw would have to focus carefully on what her mentor would teach her. While she trained with her mentor, some days they would pair up with another warrior and their apprentice, Shadepaw, a tom a few moons older than she was. He was kind and helpful towards the young she-cat, his protective nature and humor winning over her young heart quickly, and her kind soul and genuine words winning his. As they grew older, their crushes developed into more than that, and when they became warriors, it didn't take long for them to have their first litter.

The young pair was excited, thrilled to be having kits, though her brothers were worried that they might have moved too quickly. Regardless, her new mate, Shadestrike, made sure she got everything she could ever need, and as the days neared, Shadestrike's slight nervousness turned into excitement.

Honeyflower gave birth to a litter of four, but sadly, only one kit had survived. A dark brown tom , his body thin and his body weak. She was protective of the weak kit, even growing anxious when the medicine cat would examine him. The medicine cat warned her that this kit would not survive the night. Lionkit, her 'little lion' survived longer than they had thought, though not forever. Only four nights later, her lion passed away, his body having been too frail. Honeyflower and Shadestrike were devastated. When Honeyflower needed him most, Shadestrike had simply vanished from the clan, having left on a patrol and never coming back. No body was found, nor was any scent of blood, so the clan could only assume that he left without a word.

Without a family, Honeyflower secluded herself from the clan for quite some time, lurking away from any cats that came to console her and spending most of her time either patrolling or hunting. After moons of her chosen solitude, she simply... returned to normal clan-life. Though she was never fully herself again, fragments of her having been lost with her kits, she no longer fully shied away from cats, having curt conversations and offering half-smiles to those she passed. She has yet to fully return to being herself; she may never be as happy as she was, however she's trying.

•Family•
Shadestrike: A dark brown tom with kind green eyes; He was Honeyflower's previous mate. He left the clan after Honeyflower's failed litter, the reasons not fully known. Honeyflower blames herself for his departure.

Lionkit: A pale gold kit; Honeyflower's first born kit. He passed away four days after birth.
Leafkit: A dark brown she-kit with flecks of gold fur; Honeyflower's second born. She passed away not long after birth.
Rosekit: A white she-kit with soft pink paw-pads; Third born. ""
Branchkit: A dark brown tom; Fourth born, named after Honeyflower's brother. ""
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The Brothers: Honeyflower's older brothers of the same litter. DM me if you would like to play any of them and I should reply quickly.

Twigtail[Open]: A lanky, tall, brown furred-tom with faint dark brown stripes and a strong amber gaze; Protective of his little sister
Branchrunner[Open]: A well muscled, dark brown tom with soft green eyes; Less attentive to the lives of his siblings and more independent, though he cares for them deeply.
Sapwhisker[Open]: A golden furred tom with yellow-green eyes and a near constant sly smile; Often teases others but has a more soft side for his sister, being a bit more aggressive with insults towards those who tease her.

•Other Relationships•
*Will update as I roleplay*

•Theme Song•
Try - Mandy Harvey

•Other•

•Name•
Sandpaw

•Age•
9 Moons (9 months he is a smol boi)

•Gender & Sex•
Male Tom

•Orientation•
Bi

•Rank•
Med Cat Apprentice

•Breed•
DSH x Manx

•Census Description•
A small slender ginger tabby with a stubby tail.

•Appearance•
A pale apricot tabby cat. With long slender legs and lithe body, Sandpaw looks at home jumping through trees. Though most Dewclan cats never retract their claws, Sandpaw learnt how and makes use of his soft paws to grab plants without damaging them. Due to his manx heritage, his tail is only a stump. You'd think this would make him worst at his tree-bound life, but he's never slipped from a tree. Sandpaw's eyes are a pleasant olive colour.

•Personality•
A sweet cat with hardly a mean bone in his body. Sandpaw had always been drawn to helping others, even as a kit he'd take care of his playmates' injuries. He was often found around the medicine cat den, watching and asking questions about what they were doing. He's soft-spoken and finds confrontation frightening, but when push comes to shove, he'll usually blurt out what he's thinking. He cares deeply about his clanmates.

•Backstory•
Having been keen on medicine for a while, Sandpaw was a clear choice to become a medicine cat apprentice. He's been an apprentice for 3 moons now and is showing no sign of losing interest.

•Family•
Acorntail - Father [Open]
Mottlefoot - Mother [Open]

•Other Relationships•
Frostwing - Mentor

•Name•
Palefang.

•Age•
24 moons (2 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Bisexual.

•Rank•
Deputy.

•Breed•
Balinese x Domestic Shorthair.

•Census Description•
Lean white tom with reddish-cream points and dark blue eyes.

•Appearance•
The son of a purebred Balinese mother and a Clan-born tom, his features are not quite as extreme as a purebred, but his looks still prove rather unusual compared to the rest of his fellow warriors. He has a short, sleek white pelt just like his mother, his physical characteristics naturally graceful and regal. Pale reddish-cream points with faint mackerel tabby striping can be found on his muzzle, the backs of his ears, his paws and tail.

Reddish fur also ticks the hind legs and flank, darkening with age. His body is long and lean, almost tubular in shape. Though Palestar's slender form may cross some as delicate one shouldn't be fooled. He is extremely flexible and athletic, a decent amount of wiry muscle covering his narrow frame and his bones quite dense, making him much heavier than one would expect.

When rushing into battle against Palefang one may think they are dealing with a ballerina only to be tackled by a football player. His almond shaped eyes are a deep blue, like staring into a dark pool with unending depths. His nose is a soft pastel pink, freckled by dark spots. Palefang's left ear is split down the middle and ragged scarring mars his cheek and muzzle on the same side.

•Personality•
Strict and dour, Palefang is not an especially well-liked tom among his Clanmates, but he is a highly esteemed cat all the same. From practically the moment he earned his apprentice name Palefang has been all about upholding the warrior code and living the life of a model warrior; forever loyal, devoted, hardworking and rule abiding. Born half kittypet, the young tom had much to prove and it took many moons of tireless training and dedication to earn the respect of his peers. Any cat who has doubt Palefang would lay down his very life for any one of his Clanmates hasn't been paying attention.

Intelligent and highly observant, not much goes overlooked by the meticulous deputy. He remembers every name and face he encounters, his memory just as sharp as his claws, and tends to notice immediately if someone is slacking off or not performing a task to the best of their ability. While not eternally grumpy despite popular opinion, Palefang has a tendency for sarcasm and appears to lack a sense of humor almost entirely save for a rarely spoken joke every now and then, always delivered with a dry tone and deadpan expression.

Despite his rather severe personality, any hostility Palefang directs at another is expressed with words, never claws or teeth, unless he is defending the Clan or given no other option. Violence against Clanmates is unacceptable and won't be tolerated. Ever. In the face of an opponent Palefang is surprisingly almost always calm and unruffled, focused on the battle or argument ahead. Overall, Palefang is a tom with good intentions and genuine care for Dewclan, but has repressed most of his emotions and interests for the sake of ensuring he became the perfect warrior and can now serve as an exemplary deputy.

•Backstory•
The circumstances of Palefang's birth were a tad unusual. Strangers rarely ventured into the woods surrounding Dewclan's home and so it took the evening patrol by surprise when they found a kittypet she-cat lost among the trees, her pelt filthy and every rib showing through her thin, pale coat. Unsure what to do with the starved trespasser, the warriors eventually brought her back to camp and fed her, their leader intending to send the strange feline on her way once she had her strength. The young newcomer proved inquisitive and polite, her charm winning over more than a few, and she appeared very interested in Clan customs, explaining she had left her home to experience life as a wild cat like them.

When she was well again the she-cat was accepted as an apprentice rather than chased back to the Twolegplace and given the name Swantail once she earned her warrior title. During her training she became quite close to Frostclaw, one of the Clan's most prominent warriors. It wasn't long before Swantail joined the queens in the nursery, giving birth to two kits she dubbed Palekit and Featherkit. Her labor was long and tedious, but she was pleased with the outcome.

Frostclaw and Swantail had a falling out once she discovered the white tom had a cruel side. Frostclaw had changed his mind about taking a kittypet mate, unsatisfied with the offspring they had together, considering the kits weak and Swantail beautiful, but useless. He often took his frustrations out on Palekit in the form of harshly whispered words or a swipe from the paw hard enough to leave bruise beneath his fur, but never hard enough to cut or leave a visible wound. Once caught in the act, Swantail attacked Frostclaw and both nearly fell from the branches holding up their camp. It took several warriors to separate them.

Desperate to prove his worth to his father and gain his love, Palepaw worked harder, earned his warrior name and continued to prove he was nothing like a kittypet despite his heritage. Eventually his father took another mate and together they had a single daughter, Snowkit. Though Frostclaw continued to treat his only son as if he were little more than a flea in his pelt, Palefang managed to form a lasting, meaningful bond with his half-sister. Even now as deputy Palefang still hopes to someday make Frostclaw proud of him, though the relationship they share is quite antagonistic. It’s no secret Frostclaw is bitter Palefang was chosen as Sparrowstar’s second over himself.

•Family•
[ Swantail] - [ Mother ] - [ Play by moi.]
[ Frostclaw ] - [ Father ] - [ Adoptable ]
[ Feathercloud ] - [ Litter Sister ] - [ Adoptable ]
[ Snowpaw ] - [ Younger Half Sister ] - [ Played by Century Salvation ]

I’d love to have his whole family adopted out. Help make my dreams come true.

•Other Relationships•
[ Sparrowstar ] - [ Respected Leader/Trusted Friend ] - [ Played by Insert ].

Open.

•Theme Song•
Warriors - Imagine Dragons.

•Other•
Please love my grumpy noodle cat.





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•Name•
Swantail.

•Age•
48 moons (4 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Female.

•Orientation•
Pansexual.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Breed•
Balinese.

•Census Description•
Slender white she-cat with tortoiseshell points and bright blue eyes.

•Appearance•
Swantail is a slim she-cat with a medium length, glossy pelt. Seal black fur and flecks of reddish-cream covers her face, ears, and along her sides while her paws are white. Dark fur also ticks the rest of her body, giving this warrior's white pelt a sort of bluish tint. Her figure is somewhat extreme when compared with other Clan cats thanks to her Oriental heritage, her build elegant, lithe, and rather long overall.

Despite her fragile appearance, she is strong and hardy, though her talents appear to be in running over climbing and she often proves more than a little clumsy. Bright blue almond shaped eyes are set in a narrow, wedge-shaped head tapering into a fine muzzle with fanned, forward tilting ears. Swantail could never be considered a large cat, but she is fairly tall, long legs leading down to small paws with long, slender toes. In profile her muzzle is a straight line from forehead to nose-tip, giving the impression of a mild roman nose. Her nose is half pink, half black,

•Personality•
Swantail is a kindly she-cat with a rather laid-back disposition. She's a motherly figure to everyone she comes to know regardless of age, but isn't prone to fussing or worrying without reason, trusting her Clanmates can handle themselves. Even Sparrowstar should expect a gentle lecture about neglecting her needs or needing a good grooming from time to time. She tries not to pry into the business of others uninvited unless she believes there is reason for concern.

Despite what the above might imply, Swantail is no push over either. While she is a generally helpful cat who strives to do right by others, she will not allow herself to be manipulated or used. If a cat aims to do these things they are not deserving of attention from anyone in her eyes and she can prove shockingly unforgiving if she comes to find she has been purposefully deceived by someone she trusted. Swantail is naturally protective of her Clanmates, especially the young, and can prove rather fierce if anything or anyone attempts to harm them.

•Backstory•
Swantail was was born into the home of a breeder as all purebred cats are, sold to a new owner at two moons old, never to see her blood-born kin again. While initially frightened of the unfamiliar surroundings as well as missing her mother and siblings, it did not take the young she-cat long to adjust. She wad dubbed "Bella" by her new housefolk and spent the first two years of her life with them happily. Everything changed when a fire ravaged her home, the terrified kittypet only just managing to escape through an open window. She ran and ran until she could no longer feel the heat of the flames lashing at her pelt or choke on the smoke invading her lungs. By that point she had grown terribly lost.

Bella managed to find her way back with the help of a few neighborhood cats only to find her home destroyed and abandoned. Not realizing her twolegs were still desperately searching for her, she assumed they had either perished in the flames or had been forced to leave her behind. She lingered on the streets for a time, but found they offered no sense of warmth or welcoming, many of the strays hostile and unfriendly. Eventually she left the Twolegplace behind for the wilderness, convincing herself an adventure would be fun. She met a loner named Leaf before long and the old she-cat took some pity on the scraggly, hungry she-cat; feeding her and then teaching her how to feed herself before parting ways.

Eventually Bella's journey brought her to Dewclan territory, rather unwell despite Leaf's brief hunting lessons, and once again she found unexpected kindness among wild cats. Bella caught on quickly that the life of a kittypet was to be scorned and desiring to be accepted among these strangers, told tales of leaving her Twolegs of her own free will to become wild. It is a small lie that still causes a small amount of guilt to this day, but has also been put behind her. She might not have quite gotten the hang of climbing trees just yet, but Dewclan is home now.

The rest of her history after she joined Dewclan can be found in Palefang's backstory. No need to be repetitive I'd imagine.

•Family•
[ Angelina ] - [ Mother ] - [ Status Unknown ].
[ Thomas ] - [ Father ] - [ Status Unknown ].
[ Bella ] - [ Litter Sister ] - [ Status Unknown ].
[ Duke ] - [ Litter Brother ] - [ Status Unknown ].
[ Palefang ] - [ Son ] - [ Played by me, myself and I ].
[ Feathercloud ] - [ Daughter ] - [ Adoptable ].

•Other Relationships•
[ Frostclaw ] - [ Former Mate ] - [ Adoptable ].

Open. It’d be nice for her to have a close friend or two.

•Theme Song•
Here Comes A Thought - Steven Universe.

•Other•
Soft noodle to compensate for grump noodle.





•Name•
Cinderpaw.

•Age•
8 moons (8 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Demiromantic Asexual.

•Rank•
Warrior Apprentice.

•Breed•
Domestic Longhair x Oriental Longhair.

•Census Description•
Blue-gray tom with darkly ticked pelt, creamy underfur and light green eyes.

•Appearance•
Cinderpaw 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 Ashpaw 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. Ashpaw 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 and long white whiskers with a silvery tinge.

((Y'all can tell I have too many Oriental characters when I can't even come up with unique descriptions anymore. Rip.))

•Personality•
A kind and compassionate young cat. Cinderpaw 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, Cinderpaw would do anything for his Clan, so long as it doesn't go against his morals of course. Dewclan 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 raccoon protecting him. Ashpaw was so depressed by the death 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 is pushing through his training with little compliant.

•Family•
[ Willowheart ] - [ Mother ] - [ Adoptable ].
[ Duskfang ] - [ Father ] - [ Deceased ].
[ Smokepaw ] - [ Litter Brother or Sister ] - [ Adoptable ].

•Other Relationships•
Open.

•Theme Song•
Right Here - Ashes Remain.



All images are linked to their sources.

•Name•
Tinykit | Tinypaw | Tinystep

Tiny for her small size, step for her swiftness/agility

•Age•
10 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Asexual & Homoromantic

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
Singapura

•Census Description•
A soft-spoken little she-cat with an ivory colored pelt and big green eyes.

•Appearance•
Tinypaw is a perfect example of her breed's standard, her pelt being a perfect yellowish ivory color with dark brown ticking, her fur color is what many breeders would describe as "sepia agouti". However, she's a tiny thing, and weighs in at a meager four pounds, and although she is still growing, she's not likely to get any larger than six pounds. She looks very delicate, but she has long legs (when compared to the rest of her body), and she's actually very swift and sure-footed, which comes in handy when living in Dewclan. Her head is narrow and triangular, making her ears and round, green eyes look large in comparison, and giving her a bit of a worried expression. Her tail is narrow and slightly shorter than the length of her body.

•Personality•
Like many apprentices, Tinypaw is curious about the forest, and she's always trying to convince her mentor to let her go farther and farther away from camp. She's also very hardworking, partly because she feels like she needs to prove that her size isn't an issue for her. However, she acts rather different when she's away from her mentor or not training, and around most cats she's very shy, and she most likely won't talk unless she's spoken to first. It's a bit of a shame that she's so quiet, because she's actually quite intelligent, but many of her ideas often go unheard because she's afraid they'll be shot down. But if someone somehow managed to break past her outer shell, they'd find that she's actually very friendly, and that she has a great sense of humor. Her main downfall is that she's a bit naive, and easy to take advantage of.

•Backstory•
Tinypaw is a very rare cat breed, and her breeder could have sold her for a large amount of money, but she hardly remembers anything about her time as a kittypet, not even her name or what her family members were called. She was always a very curious kit, and only a few days after she was weaned off of milk, a few people had come over to take a look at her and her littermates, and when they left her cage hadn't been closed properly. She managed to find her way out of the house, and in a few hours she had found herself in the forest, afraid and terribly lost. She probably would have been picked off by a predator had she not been found by a patrol of Dewclan cats who brought her back to their camp. The cats of the clan were very concerned with how small she was for a kit of her age, and thought that perhaps she was sick, but they named her and took her in nonetheless.

It soon became clear that, despite how small she was, Tinykit was definitely healthy, as she turned out to be very hyper and difficult to take care of, and she was eager to become an apprentice so that she could climb through the trees and explore. Now that she's reached that stage, Tinypaw proving to be an agile climber and skillful hunter, and although she's sometimes teased for how abnormally small she is, she's determined to show her peers that she can be just as good as any other warrior.

•Family•
??? | Birth Family [Unknown, but all presumed alive]

•Other Relationships•
Mentor: Cloversong
Open [PM me!]

•Theme Song•
Karma, You Got Owned by Tep No

•Other•
Image linked to source.

"Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake."

Cloversong

Name: 
Cloverkit |Cloverpaw | Cloversong

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Gender: 
Female

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Age: 
26 Moons 

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Sexual Orientation:
 Heterosexual

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Census Description: 
A head-strong young tortoiseshell she-cat with piercing green eyes.

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Rank: 
Warrior

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Breed:
Domestic Shorthair

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Description: 
Cloversong is a petite she-cat with short, smooth black-and-ginger fur stretched about a lean, slightly muscular frame. Her skull is rounded with a short muzzle and wide, softly curved triangular ears, her facial features are complete with piercing green eyes and a small amount of whiskers covering her complexion. Her tail is a bit fluffier compared to the rest of her and her legs end in average sized paws with permanently unsheathed claws.

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Personality:  
Cloversong is a reckless young she-cat who lacks the ability to think before she takes action, her adventurous and curious nature gets her into all kinds of trouble whether it be within her Clan or outside of it. Life in the trees is as necessary to her as food, water and breathing; she doesn't feel nearly as comfortable on the ground as she does in the trees and avoids the ground as much as she possibly can. Despite her mischievous and head-strong nature, Cloversong is a kind she-cat with a positive outlook on things, her loyalty and devotion to her Clan makes her a reliable clan-member to speak to and though her advice may not be the best, she is always there to be a friend.

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Apprentice:
Tinypaw

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Family:
Sire:
Swallowtail ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Elder ✤ Deceased

Dam:
Smallpetal: ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Elder ✤ Deceased

Male Siblings:
None

Female Siblings:
None

Other Blood Relationships:
None

Romantic:
None

Offspring: (0)
None

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Backstory:
The only kit of a black she-cat named Smallpetal and a brown tabby named Swallowtail, Cloversong was doted upon by her soft-spoken, kind mother and groomed to become a warrior at an early age by her stern, hard-eyed father, Swallowtail. Following the path of a medicine cat's apprentice was never an option for this small molly and Cloversong never really complained. Even as a kit, she was always getting into trouble, this resulted in multiple scoldings and light punishments from her parents. As an apprentice, she was very much the same, usually doing the opposite of what her mentor told her to do but as she developed, Cloversong began to mature - but not by much. She now wears the title of 'warrior' with pride, she's not particularly ambitious but she does find herself wanting to be known as the best warrior DewClan has to offer and this young she-cat will work and make her clan proud until that day finally comes.
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Tracker;
11/13/17 Form created

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Theme:
None

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Other:
Not as good as the original but I tried ;;

🖤🖤💜💜🖤🖤



Snowpaw

Name: 
Snowkit| Snowpaw | Snow . . .

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Gender: 
Female

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Age: 
9 Moons 

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Sexual Orientation:
 Heterosexual

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Census Description: 
A white-furred she-cat with yellow eyes

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Rank: 
Apprentice

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Breed:
DMH

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Description: 
Slender and graceful, Snowpaw is a young she-cat with wide, youthful yellow eyes set in a considerably cute-shaped face; her skull is round with a small muzzle complete with a tiny pink button nose. Her coat is soft, medium in length and pure white, her physique is supported by lean legs that end in small, delicate paws. Her tail isn't too lengthy but it's thick and she carries herself perkily as if there are no worries upon her shoulders.

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Personality:  
Snowpaw is a friendly, sociable she-cat that enjoys engaging in conversation but it's usually moreso the case with cats around her own age. She isn't too curious, in fact she's rather hesitant, especially when she's introduced into something or someone new; despite this trait, however, Snowpaw is quite imaginative and often ponders what life would be like underneath the trees, walking on the ground like many of the other creatures of the forest. She figures these shouldn't be said aloud and usually refrains from doing so, DewClan were predominantly tree-dwellers and knew the thought of doing anything else would come off as rather strange to the group. And so, Snowpaw seeks peace in her daydreaming, where she can imagine herself walking the forest floor without fear of being judged.
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Mentor:
Swantail

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Family:
Sire:
Frostclaw ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Warrior ✤ Alive ✤ Adoptable

Dam:
Specklenose: ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Warrior ✤ Deceased

Male Siblings:
Palefang ✤ 24 Moons ✤ Deputy ✤ Alive ✤ Played by Potato Lord

Female Siblings:
Feathercloud ✤ 24 Moons ✤ Warrior ✤ Alive ✤ {Adoptable}

Other Blood Relationships:
None

Romantic:
None

Offspring: (0)
None

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Backstory:
Snowpaw, from the day she was born, had been under strict scrutinizing and expectations.
She was born to a she-cat named Specklenose, who died giving birth to her, and one of the seasoned warriors of DewClan, Frostclaw. Frostclaw was in a previous relationship with a kittypet-turned-warrior known as Swantail and with her, he had two kits who grew to be Palefang and Feathercloud. Unsatisfied with the kits he'd bred and the uselessness of Swantail, Frostclaw began to torment the son of that coupling, Palefang (then, Palekit). After Swantail leaped to protect her kit from the continuous abuse, the two warriors got into a brawl that took several DewClan warriors to break apart. After successfully courting and seducing Frecklenose, who was recently made a warrior at the time, Frostclaw managed to pass on his genes once more in the form of a small white kitten that happened to be the last and only kit in her mother's litter.
Frecklenose's birth had been a painful, gruesome experience that proved fatal as the young warrior had lay deceased in the nursery. Another queen had been able to fill in for Frecklenose, welcoming Snowkit, named by her father, into her small litter with enthusiasm. As she grew and, eventually, graduated from the nursery and into the apprentice's den, Snowpaw became aware of the fact that her father seemed to expect her to perform above and beyond the other apprentices, often testing her skills himself. Fear makes Snowpaw obey though she is much closer to Palefang, her half-brother than anyone in DewClan and she believes everything he's ever told her as well as awaiting for things he has not yet told. Snowpaw is a patient hunter, however and is just fine with waiting.

Tracker;
11/16/17 Form created

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Theme:
None

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Other:
None

•Name•
Newtkit : Newtpaw : Newtfang
Newt for her coloring; Fang for one of her upper canine teeth that pokes out

•Age•
77 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Dewclan Elder

•Breed•
Domestic Shorthair with Maine Coon traces

•Census Description•
A thin, almost bony pastel calico she-cat with patient green eyes.

•Appearance•
Newtfang, unlike the picture provided, which resembles more of her apprentice/warrior days, is somewhat frail and thin. Her features tend to be bony, only softened by her silky, short fur. She has one upper canine tooth that protrudes slightly. She has two scars: the scar on her nose is thin from where she fell off of a branch and gashed her face, and the bite scar on her left shoulder is from a quarrel she had with a raccoon during her early warrior days. Newtfang's pelt tends to be well-cleaned and soft as she wishes to look presentable amongst her clanmates.

•Personality•
Newtfang's character has softened since her warrior days. Once, she was formidable, stubborn, quick to jump to conclusions, and cynical; however, as age brings her peace, Newt tends to be patient, somewhat sarcastic, and thoughtful. She catches herself daydreaming and is often lost in thought and self-analysis. For this reason, she likes to think of herself as a good advice-giver and peacemaker. Newt used to be an avid flirt maybe 20 moons ago, but these skills have declined with age. One thing that Newt hates to bring up is her rusty balance as she tends to lose her balance a lot; she feels embarrassed and ostracized from her clan when she thinks about it too much. She craves to stay relevant to her clan despite her age. Newt is extremely afraid of thunder due to past experiences.

•Backstory•
Newtfang was born to dam Finchwhisker and sire Elmtuft, along with her brothers. However, her mother died during a thunderstorm at 5 moons, leaving Newtkit permanently afraid of thunder. Raised by sarcastic, heart-of-gold father Elmtuft, Newtkit and her two brothers (Owlkit and Cedarkit) grew up to be well-rounded apprentices. Newtpaw, Owlpaw, and Cedarpaw were a known trio in Dewclan until Cedarpaw befell an unfortunate fate. During a training session, Cedarpaw and his mentor discovered a large, aggressive raccoon; Cedarpaw's mentor let him lead due to him excelling in combat. This was a mistake, for Cedarpaw flinched and was struck in the eyes by the claws of the raccoon. Cedarpaw was blinded. He was sent home, and when he had healed well enough, Cedarpaw was named Cedartail and sent to the elders' den. He died weeks later when he slipped off a branch and fell to his death. Newtpaw and Owlpaw lived on and grew into successful warriors: Newtfang and Owlheart. Owlheart took a mate and had one kit who lives today. Newtfang, despite many short-lived flings, never took an official mate. Elmtuft passed of old age during Newt's late warrior career. At 73 moons, Newtfang and Owlheart accepted the elders' den. At 75 moons, Owlheart passed of old age. Newtfang has accepted her brother's somewhat recent death, and she watches over her niece for him.

•Family•
Father: Elmtuft ; ??? moons ; Died of natural causes
Mother: Finchwhisker ; ??? moons ; Killed by falling from a tree
Brother: Owlheart ; ??? moons ; Died of natural causes
Brother: Cedartail ; ??? moons ; Blinded ; Killed by falling from a tree
Niece (from Owlheart): Thistlecloud ; 29 moons ; Alive ; Adoptable

•Other Relationships•
Sparrowstar: Respected individual, Newtfang looks up to the younger leader
Open

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

"One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You're bored. You're depressed. You're shy. You're stuck up. You're judgemental. When others can't read us, they write their own story- not always one we choose or that's true to who we are."

•Name•
Silentvoice

•Age•
28 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Panromantic asexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Maine Coon

•Census Description•
A quiet, not particularly attractive large grey tabby tom with one milky white eye and lots of scarring

•Appearance•
Silentvoice is a large grey tabby tom with patches of white on his paws, chest and face. He has a jagged scar running across his left flank and his face and shoulders are criss-crossed with scars, causing him to be blind in his left eye, turning it a milky white, unlike the bright mossy green of his right eye. His fur is sleek and soft while his tail is long and tipped with white. Despite his blind eye being a sickly milky white, it seems to see just as much as his green eye does, burning with the same passion for his clan. One of his forepaws is slightly twisted from birth but he has learned to use it to his advantage, causing it to be stronger than his other paws. His ears are tufted and notched with multiple scars.

•Personality•
Silentvoice is a very quiet cat. Many would think that he was deaf or dumb because the impression comes across that he is mute but the truth is that he is just shy and doesn't like to speak. He is a loyal friend and would stick with you until the death. He doesn't like large crowds as they make him feel self-conscious and he prefers being alone over anything else. He hates being judged and bullied since that happened so much when he was a kit and apprentice. Even as a warrior, he is extremely timid though in battle he is a fierce enemy. He is very solitary and quiet but he will stand up for what's right even if he has to speak to do it. After so many moons of being told that everything that went wrong was his fault, he began to hate himself too. He doesn't have many friends because he doesn't think he deserves them. He struggles to stick up for himself and can be very self-depricating.

•Backstory•
Silentvoice was born Silentkit. His father, Deadtail, pressured his mother to name him Twistkit for his twisted paw but she insisted that it wouldn't hinder him and decided instead to name him after his quiet disposition. Deadtail was disdainful of his son and spent significantly more time with Silentkit's littermate, Stingkit. Silentkit instead bonded with his mother, Strawberryleaf.
He became an apprentice a moon late due to doubts that he would be able to overcome having a twisted paw but soon proved to be a diligent, determined young tom as he trained all the harder to make up for his handicap. Stingpaw frequently made fun of Silentpaw with several of the other apprentices. A few nights before he was to be made a warrior, a battle was fought where Silentpaw was gravely injured, receiving many scars, most notably a jagged gash across his left flank. His mother, who had been back in the nursery at the time, was killed in the battle. Deadtail and Stingpaw (now Stingclaw) blamed the loss on Silentpaw, who had been tasked with guarding the nursery.
A moon later, upon recovering from his injuries, Silentpaw was made a warrior and given the name Silentvoice, though Deadtail had pushed to have him renamed to Jaggedscar. Deadtail later confronted his son and accused him of cowardice. When Silentvoice said nothing in his defence, Deadtail became infuriated and attacked him, clawing his face and blinding him in one eye. Shortly after, Deadtail was exiled for his actions. Stingclaw blamed Silentvoice for the loss of their parents and disowned him until the day he died when he fell from a tree. It was rumoured around the camp that Silentvoice had pushed him but no evidence was found to support the claims and they were just that- rumours.

•Family•
Deadtail [father- exiled, fate unknown, ADOPTABLE]
Strawberryleaf [mother- deceased]
Stingclaw [brother- deceased]

•Other Relationships•
Sparrowstar- Silentvoice appreciates Sparrowstar's actions against his father, especially the fact that she didn't rename him to Jaggedscar or put stock into the rumours that he had had any involvement in Stingclaw's death

•Theme Song•
Iridescent by Linkin Park
Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

•Other•
Silentvoice honestly believes no one could love him.