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“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

•Name•
Redkit • Redpaw • [Redfern]

Red for her coat color. Fern for her healing talent.

•Age•
89 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Medicine Cat

•Breed•
Domestic Longhair

•Census Description•
A passionate long-haired ginger molly with a maternal demeanor and a sense for adventure.

•Appearance•
In her more vivacious youth as an Apprentice, Redfern was elegant and even beautiful. Still today, in her seniority, certain males might find her attractive, but romance has no place in a Medicine Cat's life. Still, her skull is solid and graceful, with a short, wide muzzle, round golden eyes, and tall, pointed ears. Her neck is short and postured high on averagely-high shoulderblades. Redfern's body is stocky, yet agile, perched on short, thick legs that end in round, white paws. Her medium-sized tail sits high, the fur covering it thick and even. The molly's pelt is fiery orange, with faint tabby marks covering her points. Bone white fur swells up from her stomach, spreading up her neck and painting her muzzle as well as a blaze upon her face. The end of her tail is white, ringed in faint orange.

•Personality•
Almost acting as the matriarch of a displaced Dryclan, Redfern is naturally maternal and caring. Passionate and clever as well, the red molly has a heart for adventure and will never back down from a challenge. She is excellent around most cats, her gentle nature appealing to mature cats, but her wild side also draws in outgoing kits. The molly possesses a fabulous memory, which comes in handy when remembering what treatments to use for varying injuries and illnesses. This also allows her to remember a multitude of stories about everything from Starclan to the sand beneath their paws. As of late, Redfern has felt sensations of hopelessness and wonders if she'll ever be able to reach Dewclan and if the odd group even still exists. To add, she has recently been faced with a startling prophecy.

•Backstory•
Redkit was born to two warriors: Emberwhisker, an amber-furred male, and Rootclaw, a silver-furred female. She was the last cub of the litter, preceded by two siblings, Lillykit and Willowkit. As a cub she disliked playing with her brother and sister unless they were solving riddles or going adventuring. As she became apprentice, Redpaw was mentored by the older Medicine Cat who harbored a similar disdain for combat and a talent for memorization. While her siblings learned battle techniques, she learned healing techniques and plant identification. Redpaw graduated to Medicine Cat on a rainy day of her 24th moon, the night after her mentor's death. During the flood, both of Redfern's siblings were killed as were so many others.

•Family•
Family members, deceased or not

•Other Relationships•
TINYPAW - Apprentice

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

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“Great men are not born great, they grow great.”

•Name•
Fallowkit • [Fallowpaw] • Fallow(x)

Fallow for his light coloration. Fang for his fighting skills.

•Age•
9 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Homosexual

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
Domestic Short Hair

•Census Description•
An arrogant, competitive tom with short, brown fur covered in classic tabby marks and round, green eyes.

•Appearance•
Trapped in a gangly, awkward adolescent phase, Fallowpaw is short and lanky, yet still rather handsome. His coat is short and brown, with a color similar to that of a cappuccino, decorated in swirling classic tabby marks. Only the very end of his muzzle harbors any white, looking as if the tom dipped the tip of his nose in milk. His skull is elliptical, starting in a blunt, short muzzle and a tiny pink nose. Short ears stand slightly close together, though that can likely be attributed to his small head. His neck is short and thick, connected to low shoulder-blades and a long, straight spine. His decently-muscled body is perched on legs that appear too long in proportion to his body and end in small paws. Short and thin, his striped tail is half of the length it should be, having been amputated during the flood.

•Personality•
Fallowpaw is a competitive, mischievous apprentice with arrogant tendencies. He is a lover of the fight and aspires to be a legendary warrior one day, driving him to work hard in every tussle, wrestling match, or spar. The young apprentice is often irresponsible and headstrong, never backing down from a challenge or dare. These reckless and devil-may-care tendencies has made the young male somewhat of a heartthrob, though is more focused on his own greatness than finding a mate.

•Backstory•
TW: ABANDONMENT; ATTEMPTED ABORTION

Fallowkit was born to a pair of loners, Skypaw and Burrpaw, who both weren't ready for a family. (Their names remained -paw because they ran away together before becoming Warriors) He was the only live one out of a litter of six as Burrpaw had tried various strategies in order to miscarry, including ingesting certain poisonous plants. When the pair found that they had succeeded for all but one, they devised a plan to drop the unwanted cub off somewhere that they'd never have to see him again. They didn't even bother to name the ill-fortuned male. When Fallowkit was three days old, Skypaw carried him to the nearby border of Dryclan and dropped him off, calling out to alert the cats of the delivery. Fallowkit was discovered and brought in to be wet-nursed and eventually adopted by an infertile female called Treewhisker. He's lived there ever since and loves his adopted mother dearly. Last he heard of his parents, they had been killed during a patrol. During the flood, Fallowpaw's adopted mother escaped, but has since turned up missing. As well, the tabby tom's tail had become caught under a fallen stone and had to be amputated by Redfern, who patched it up after everyone who could be saved had been.

•Family•
Burrpaw - Mother [DECEASED]
Skypaw - Father [DECEASED]
Treewhisker - Adopted Mother [Missing]

•Other Relationships•
ADDERBITE - Mentor

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

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

•Name•
Dawnkit •

She was named Dawn for hope

•Age•
5 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Not determined yet

•Rank•
Kit

•Breed•
Turkish Van

•Census Description•
A small, calico kit that is mostly blind and determined to be a warrior.

•Appearance•
Rather small, Dawnkit is only perhaps the size of a kit half her age; mostly white, her face is marked with ginger above her eyes and brown on the sides and top of her head, striped through with black and interupted by a white blaze. Medium length, fluffy fur has a large ginger patch on her shoulders, that fades into black striped brown on her lower back. Her tail and legs seem to be of average length proportionally to her body size, but overlarge ears promise that the kit won't be tiny forever. A light pink nose and mouth patch butterfly pawpads. Although Dawnkit has very pretty blue-green eyes, she is unfortunately completely blind in her right eye, and partially blind in her left eye, on the right side.

•Personality•
Determined to overcome her blindness, Dawnkit wants nothing more than to become a warrior. She is eager, sweet, and energetic; the tragedies that have already befallen her short life have seemed to do nothing to diminish her spirit. Her aunt, Heathersong, is one cat she looks up to with absolute pride, and is one of her inspirations to be a warrior. Although there isn't one doubt in her mind that she will achieve that status, it could be considered amazing that she is as typical as she is, getting up to all sorts of kitlike antics.

•Backstory•
Born outside of the clan to a loner female, Dawnkit was the only kit of three to survive her first few days. Her mother did not live long past that, and her father had left before they were born. If it hadn't been for another female that had found her and her mother, Dawnkit wouldn't have survived either. She was taken by the new loner to a group of cats that lived nearby, and given to a surrogate mother for care. Her small body left her unlikely to live, but somehow she fought through. Only upon opening her eyes did others realize the kit's disability, but the calico female wasn't put out by it.

•Family•
Silver - Mother (Deceased)
Jinoa - Father (Unknown)
Unnamed brothers - (Deceased)
Heathersong - 'Aunt' (Alive)

•Other Relationships•
Rainfoot - Surrogate Mother (Alive)
Coalpaw - Surrogate Brother (Alive)
Webpaw - Surrogate Brother (Alive)
Open ~

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
Surrogate Family is totally adoptable. Or, if you want to have a different group of cats and same situation, I'm good with that too. Pm me!

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•Name•
Lucy • [[ Heathersong ]]

Named Heather for her independence and perserverance, and Song for her bringing of hope and kindness

•Age•
43 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Somali Cat

•Census Description•
A lean, russet she-cat with medium length fur and pretty green eyes.

•Appearance•
Tall and lean, Heathersong looks less powerful than she is; medium length fur hides well muscled limbs. Her fur is pretty russet color, undershaded by black and dark gray. The black undercoat really shows through on the end on her tail, while her underbelly and underside of her jaw is white. There is a black M on her forehead, not unlike that of a Maine Coon, its two outer lines ending just above light green eyes. Her nose is a red color that goes well with her fur, and her pawpads are nearly black.

•Personality•
Sometimes coming off as sassy, Heathersong is certainly her own cat. She doesn't mind working with others, or even taking orders, but if something doesn't make sense, she will call it out. In fact, she'll call out anything that doesn't seem right. It stems from a just heart, a want to help others and set right wrongs. As such, she'll help anyone who needs it, and always stands up for herself. In day to day life, the russet female is friendly and easy to get along with.

•Backstory•
Heathersong doesn't remember too much of her original life, as a kittypet, but she does recall a few siblings and a sheltered house. Called Lucy by her two-legs, the female decided before she was 12 moons that the easy life was not for her, and left. After that, it was mainly living by herself, traveling as a loner. Nothing terribly eventful happened until she stumbled upon a dying cat and her too small kit. She did what she could to help, but it would never have been enough; the female, named Silver, died, leaving the little calico kit on her own.
Hurting in her heart for this kit, she was utterly unprepared to raise it; it too, would die if she could not get it help. Rumors had been floating around of a large group of cats in a gorge, and so she headed, kit in her mouth, as the last hope. To Lucy's gret relief, the cats could not turn away the kit, and would accept her too, as she had grown fond of the little thing. Renamed Heathersong in honor of her joining, she worked to train to the warriors' standards, all the while spending every spare moment with the kit she saved.

•Family•
Kira - Mother (Unknown)
Stripes - Father (Unknown)
Ides - Brother (Unknown)
Taffy - Sister (Unknown)
Lorella - Sister (Unknown)
Dawnkit - 'Niece' (Alive)

•Other Relationships•
Apprentice: None
Crush: Rivermist :3

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?

•Name•
Commakit|Commapaw|Commaclaw

•Age•
43 moons (3 years 7 months)

•Gender & Sex•
Female she-cat

•Orientation•
Lesbian

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
DSH

•Census Description•
A large dilute tabbico with bright yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
A stocky cat that easily competes with most males in size. She commands the space around her and carries herself with confidence. Her coat is battle-worn and marked with numerous scars but she wears them proudly. She's a dilute tabbico with large patches of grey and pale ginger over her pelt. Stripes can be seen faintly in the grey and ginger.

•Personality•
Rough, tough, and buff. If cats understood what a butch lesbian was, they'd describe Commaclaw as one. She doesn't care what others think about her and barely follows the rules. She's a rebel at heart if ever there was one. Many would think her nonplussed attitude would extend to others, but it rarely does. Though she doesn't show her hand often, she cares about her clanmates. If one of them says something nasty about another, they'll quickly find themselves on Commaclaw's bad side. She has no patience for bullies and is a formidable creature to oppose.

•Backstory•
Born to a colony of feral street cats who were more like a gang than a family. Their members weren't given true names until they'd proven themselves. To be an adult and not have completed a trial was considered a disgrace and the cat would often be renamed to something shameful. Due to Commaclaw's size, she easily passed her test, though the same couldn't be said for her sister. In an attempt to be named, her sister confronted a pack of dogs and was torn apart. The clan simply laughed at her death. Commaclaw left them for good and wandered until she found Dryclan. Though shedding her past is hard, she's tried her best to fit in.

•Family•
Cloud|Mouse - Sister [Deceased]

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Theme Song•
Black Sheep - Gin Wigmore
Kiss with a Fist - Florence and the Machine
Gives you Hell - All-American Rejects

•Other•
IS there a sneaky hiding thing? I snuck through the rules but i didnt see anything where are the secrets

•Name•
Hornetkit • Hornetpaw • Hornet(x).

•Age•
11 moons (11 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Genderfluid. Still answers to he/him pronouns for the sake of simplicity, but wouldn’t object to being referred to as she/her or they/them either.

•Orientation•
Panromantic Graysexual,

•Rank•
Warrior Apprentice.

•Breed•
Norwegian Forest Cat Mix.

•Census Description•
Fluffy amber tabby cat with green eyes.

•Appearance•
Hornetpaw is a tall tabby with a thick golden tinted orange pelt and faintly visible stripes swirling across his coat, white underfur and semi-almond shaped mint green eyes. He might come across as mostly fur, but retains a decent amount of muscle worked up from warrior duties that only continues to grow the more he trains. He is quite the quick sprinter despite his breed being on the larger side, but proves a poor long distance runner.

Hornetpaw has a dense, medium length coat that is surprisingly water repellent, though he has no real love of swimming and would rather steer clear of deep water. The longest fur can be found around the throat, creating a thick ruff. He has a bushy tail and long legs. Hornetpaw's face is angular with a rounded chin, large wide-set ears and a broad pink nose. A sizable tear can be found near the tip of the right ear and his muzzle is faintly scarred. His maternal grandmother was a purebred Norwegian Forest Cat.

•Personality•
Quiet and rather soft-spoken. Hornetpaw is almost cripplingly shy and reserved in the presence of strangers. Those within his rather small social circle know him as a more rambunctious and wacky individual however. Hornetpaw is clumsy, impulsive and sometimes lacks tact, but generally has good intentions. He is a decent fighter, though he would prefer to avoid battle training, and is an even more reluctant hunter. His sensitivity and social anxiety at times gives others the impression he lacks courage.

Hornetpaw will rarely speak up for himself, though pushing him past his limits might earn you a few passive-aggressive comments once it becomes too much for him to manage, but is fiercely protective of friends and kin to the point where his temper will flare wildly if he feels they are being treated unfairly. Hornetpaw will always do his best to cheer up, defend and help any cat he considers a friend and all around is a highly empathetic and compassionate young feline. While he has his doubts just like anyone else, Hornetpaw’s faith in StarClan is ultimately resolute and he believes their ancestors are still watching over them even through these trying times.

•Backstory•
Hornetpaw was born the only kit of his litter, a rarity among cats. He has a rather large family and it wasn't considered any loss by his kin who all showered him with love and attention. As he grew older it became clear to his mother Beestrike he might not be meant for the life of a warrior; shy, weaker than the other kits and abhorrent of violence to any living creature. Even prey. She considered taking him to the Twolegplace to live out his life in safety and peace as a kittypet, far from the lands of the Clans. Ultimately she left the decision up to him. Hornetpaw wanted to remain with the Clan despite his lack of fitting in.

•Family•
[ Beestrike ] - [ Mother ] - [ Adoptable].
[ Harefoot ] - [ Father ] - [ Adoptable ].
[ Nightheart ] - [ Older Half Sister ] - [ Adoptable ].
[ Pinecloud ] - [ Older Half Sister ] - [ Adoptable ].
[ Rabbitpaw ] - [ Nephew ] - [ Adoptable.

•Other Relationships•
Open.

•Theme Song•
Battle Scars - Paradise Fears.





•Name•
Cloud • Mouse • Eyesore • Cloud(x).

Warrior name can be up to whoever’s naming her.

•Age•
43 moons (3 years, 7 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Female.

•Orientation•
Demisexual.

•Rank•
Rogue. Eventually a warrior.

•Breed•
American Burmese Mix.

•Census Description•
Chocolate, ginger and white mottled she-cat with a scarred pelt, disfigured visage, missing ears, a stub for a tail and a single pale blue eye.

•Appearance•
Once quite a stunning cat. Her pelt was a glossy patchwork of chocolate, pale ginger and white fur, the brownish parts of her body tipped with paler fur to create an almost silvery appearance. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of blue and her nose a soft pink flecked by dark freckles. A cross between a normal Domestic Shorthair and an American style Burmese, the latter heritage could be easily seen in the shape of her eyes and features of her face. Once her looks were all that she was valued for, and the other cats mocked she would only be good for breeding stock.

Eyesore is barely recognizable as the same cat nowadays, the only hints this cat was once called Cloud and later Mouse being her unusual coloration. A dog attack left her face in ruins. The right eye was gouged from the socket, her ears torn completely from her skull. Massive scarring stretches across her muzzle, a small part of her left lip missing, creating a permanent sneer that reveals teeth and the side of her tongue. The right ear is shredded until it barely resembles an ear any longer and her entire body is covered in healed over bite marks that part the fur.

Her tail is little more than a stub. Despite her horrifying appearance she has grown much stronger, her body robust, limber and rippling with lean muscle. Once much thinner than her sister, she is now nearly as burly and imposing, perhaps more so thanks to her scars. She has adapted to the limits of her body, making her a formidable opponent. Her single remaining eye is still just as blue and just as bright, holding an intense light.

•Personality•
Formerly quite timid and meek, Eyesore retains little of her original personality. She spent her youth desperately trying to prove herself to everyone she knew and now considers herself to owe no cat a damn thing. Stoic and silent, attempting to engage her in conversation usually results in an emotionless stare and lack of a response. She rarely speaks, but when she does it is usually something sardonic in nature. Calculated and hardened by her past, she doesn't hesitate to become violent if any cat stands in her way or chooses to mock her. She prefers living a solo lifestyle, but has found herself curious about the Clan of cats travelling through the desert, if only because she's become aware her sister lives among them.

•Backstory•
Born into a group of street cats that expected much from their members. Cloud failed every assessment she was given no matter how hard she tried, eventually renamed Mouse to shame her. In a desperate attempt to prove herself and rise through the ranks she confronted a pack of dogs. They tore her to shreds and she only lived because a passing human managed to intervene, rushing her to a vet. Many moons were spent in a blur and when she finally gained full consciousness long enough to figure out what had happened she was horrified by the damage done to her body.

Many more moons were spent recovering in the home of her rescuer, but this ultimately came to an end when her housefolk needed to move and couldn't take her with them. She was left at a shelter where she was overlooked for prettier, friendlier cats and upon overhearing the old tom in the next cage commenting cats who stayed too long went to a room and never came back, decided she welcomed death. Yet when the humans came to take her she changed her mind. clawing at their hands and managing to escape through an open window.

The next few years on the street were hard. She flinched every time a cat looked upon her with shock or disgust. Too often she was told to get out of their sight. She was hideous. Unappealing. An eyesore. At some point, shame turned into bitterness. Sorrow to anger. She grew more forceful with her presence, taking what she wanted and needed to survive even if that meant taking it from others. She remembered her training from her former Clan and kept practicing battle and hunting moves she had been taught over and over with new vigor and determination until she got them right. She took the insult of a nickname and made it her own.

She became known on the streets to even her own colony, and they stayed away out of fear of her. At last Eyesore got the last laugh, often lurking around her former colony's territory from time to time with the intent of terrorizing them.

•Family•
[ Commaclaw ] - [ Sister ] - [ Played by Isles ].

•Other Relationships•
TBD.

•Theme Songs•
Believer - Imagine Dragons.





•Name•
Finchkit • Finchpaw • Finchclaw.

•Age•
36 moons (3 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Female.

•Orientation•
Bisexual.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Breed•
Seychellois Mix.

•Census Description•
Slender cream she-cat with brownish-black points, white paws and bright blue eyes.

•Appearance•
A she-cat with rather unique looks. The base of her short, sleek pelt is a pale creamy white while her tail is seal black as are large patches of fur covering her legs and face. Her almond shaped eyes are a lovely shade of light blue and her nose is a dark brownish-black color. Her visage and form are very Siamese-like, long and lean with an an elegant build that appears more befitting of a Dewclan cat. She has an extra toe on each front paw and her ears are rather large.

•Personality•
Finchclaw is the Clan chatter box. She's loud. She's proud. Deal with it. She has a habit of butting into conversations and offering her opinion on things, especially when it's not wanted or asked for. She is a bold and brash young cat with a definite do or die mentality. Finchclaw can come across obnoxious as she is both bossy and stubborn, but it’s usually not her intention to purposefully offend or aggravate her Clanmates.

Outsiders and trespassers aren't so lucky. She's well known for taunting rogues who wandered into Dryclan's former boundaries, a highly territorial cat who often needed reminding not to pick a fight before every border patrol. Impulsive and quick to lose her temper, she can be quite the pawful. Despite the impression the above might give, she is loyal to her Clan above all else and would do everything in her power to protect any one of her Clanmates. Not a bad friend to have at the end of the day.

•Backstory•
Brought to Dewclan as a young kit by her father who claimed to have 'found' her. Though Finchclaw resembles her unknown mother most it was clear from the start Hawkfoot was her father by how close the two remained. The fact she referred to him as "papa" nearly the moment they arrived in camp probably didn't help matters either. He never officially claimed her as his daughter despite the evidence, allowing Finchkit to be raised by a she-cat named Tigerflower and her mate Antpelt instead, as they had no kits of their own and never would thanks to Tigerflower being unable to safely bear kits. He served as her mentor once she was apprentice age and trained her well. Sadly all of her loved ones appeared to have been swept away by the flood. She is the last remnant of her kind, both blood-born and adopted.

•Family•
All lost in the flood.

•Other Relationships•
Open.

•Theme Songs•
Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab.





•Name•
Ravenkit • Scorpionkit • Scorpionpaw • Scorpiontail.

•Age•
48 moons (4 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Pansexual.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Breed•
Domestic Shorthair.

•Census Description•
Tall black tom with a brownish tint to his pelt and mismatched eyes.

•Appearance•
Scorpiontail is a large black tom, far out-sizing most males of his breed, the cause for his rapid growth likely as simple as having larger breeds in his family line, though he shares no other outstanding purebred features. His pelt is short and sleek, once dark as a a chunk of obsidian, but now tinted a light cinnamon brown along the back and sides due to a life spent under the scorching sun.

Born with heterochromia, one eye is a piercing bright yellow while the other is a lighter blue, his gaze often holding a dull gleam signifying boredom. Various scars are scattered across his body. His build is athletic and sturdy, long-legged and willowy rather than excessively bulky. Regardless of his fearsome appearance, this isn't a cat that isn't especially interested in combat.

•Personality•
A rather morbid tom with a tendency for macabre storytelling and a sarcastic comment always lingering at the tip of his tongue. He is not necessarily unfriendly, but most cats tend to find his dark sense of humor and overall demeanor a bit disturbing. When not involved in a friendly spar or guarding the Clan's bored he ould often be found lazing about, either sharing stories with the youngsters that their parents likely wouldn't approve of or else silently observing his fellow warriors. He wins his battles through quick wit and agility over brute strength, moving surprisingly quickly.

•Backstory•
Originally called Ravenkit, only three moons after his birth he suddenly appeared to drop dead after being stung by a scorpion, his breathing stopping. He was buried in a shallow grave, his family shocked to find him sitting in the middle of camp cleaning dirt from his pelt the next morning. Believing he had died, visited the world of the dead and been allowed to return to her by StarClan, his mother renamed him after the creature that nearly ended his life. Always odd, even as a kit, he appeared more interested in telling outrageous stories or wandering off to only StarClan knew where rather than practicing combat training. His upbringing was otherwise uneventful.

•Family•
All lost in the flood.

•Other Relationships•
Open.

•Theme Songs•
In The End - Black Veil Brides.





•Name•
Lobo • Wolfkit • Wolfpaw • Wolf(x).

•Age•
5 moons (5 months) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Current; Unsure.
Future; Demiromantic Bisexual.

•Rank•
Loner.

•Breed•
Lykoi.

•Census Description•
An odd looking tom with a short, almost wiry gray-black pelt, hairless muzzle and large golden eyes.

•Appearance•
Lobo is a rather unusual looking cat to say the least. He is partially hairless; his muzzle and the backs of his ears completely lacking fur while the rest of his body is covered in sparse, coarse black hair with silvery roots. Some might compare him to a rat, but there is a certain wolfish quality to this young cat, hence the breed's name, though Lobo is not necessarily a purebred Lykoi in the sense of the word so much as a young mixed breed cat born with the same condition. As an adult he will grow into a medium-sized tom with a lean build. In his current state he is a bit gangly and thin.

•Personality•
For the most part Lobo is a very calm and laid-back tom. He holds a rather high opinion of himself and can come across as unintentionally obnoxious as a result. Confident and self-assured, he is under the impression there isn't anything he can't do. This line of thinking is dangerous of course, but as well as being prideful he's also as stubborn as a mule. Changing his mind once it's set on something is not the easiest of tasks. He has a tendency for vanity, spending hours on end grooming his coat to perfection, perhaps to the amusement of cats who find his pelt...less than appealing, though he's not reluctant to get it needlessly dirty, being an avid adventurer who often wanders off on his own despite being warned on several occasions not to. He is prone to brief moments of melancholy as he misses his mother quite a bit.

•Backstory•
Lobo has known tragedy from an early age. His mother was taken by the same flood that destroyed DryClan's camp and her lack of presence has taken a toll on him, some of his more rambunctious qualities currently subdued by grief. He didn't know his father, his mother never keen to speak of him, but had an aunt and her slightly older kits to watch over him as they journeyed away from their old den on the outskirts of DryClan's territory, now a watery grave. Lobo was separated from the rest of his family shortly after when an eagle swooped down and snatched one of his cousins, creating panic in the kits and causing the small group to scatter, his aunt chasing after her lost kit in vain. Perhaps out of pure luck thus far he has managed to survive on his own.

•Family•
He isn't quite sure where they all went, but he's been alone since the flood.

•Other Relationships•
Open.

•Theme Songs•
Hymn for the Missing - Red (Nightcore Edit).



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•Name•
Adderkit | Adderpaw | Adderbite

Adder for his brown and black markings, bite for his fighting ability and snappy attitude

•Age•
46 Moons

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Heterosexual & Heteroromantic

•Rank•
Warrior

•Breed•
Domestic Shorthair

•Census Description•
A large, quick-tempered tomcat with brown tabby markings and pale green eyes.

•Appearance•
Adderbite is definitely on the taller side for a mix-breed cat, and he stands at exactly twelve and a half inches tall. This, paired with his muscular build, makes him quite an intimidating opponent. The shape of his face is slightly triangular, and the top is his head is a bit more flat than average; when he was younger, his brother would often joke that his head resembled that of a snake's, making his name even more fitting. He has a short pelt that's silky to the touch, and his fur is brown with darker, vertical stripes running along his body, as well as an 'M' shaped marking on his forehead, a common characteristic of mackerel tabby-marked cats. His tail is quite long, and almost touches the ground when he stands. His eyes are pale green, but may seem to have a bit of yellow in them under certain lighting.

•Personality•
Adderbite is amazing in battle: fighting seems to come naturally to him, and it's what his clanmates will know him for. Unfortunately, he isn't as gifted when it comes to hunting. He doesn't have the patience for it, and if he didn't live in a clan he'd be having some serious trouble. He's also quick-tempered, and often gets snappy with other cats if they test him, especially if they act like they're better than him. He only tolerates orders from his leader or deputy, and occasionally elders, but if he feels as if another Warrior is bossing him around, he won't be afraid to challenge them. In fact, he seems to be afraid of hardly anything, which can be just as much of a weakness as it is a strength, since it means he may get himself into a dangerous situation. All this may make him seem a bit hostile at first, but around his loved ones Adderbite's company is rather pleasant, and he is fiercely loyal to those that he cares for. He has a soft spot for kits, and he's very gentle and careful around them. He hasn't told anyone this, but he hopes to be a father someday.

•Backstory•
Adderbite's mother, Thistle, came to Dryclan heavily pregnant and asking for shelter. Normally, clans weren't so welcoming towards rogue cats, but Thistle was obviously undernourished, and she looked incredibly young to be having kits, she only looked a few moons older than an apprentice. So the cats of Dryclan must have taken pity on her, because they allowed her in. She was taken very well care of, but when the time came, giving birth proved to be too much for her weakened body, and she died only a couple minutes after her kits were born. Three of the kits were stillborn, but the remaining two, both males, seemed healthy, and they were handed over to a Queen who had lost her own kits. It was this she-cat that gave them their names: Adderkit and Dark-kit.

Adderkit was stronger and bigger than many other kits, but over time it became apparent that Dark-kit wasn't as lucky, as he was much smaller and he got sick often. It only got worse as the two became apprentices, with Darkpaw spending more time in the medicine cat's den than he was training. The two littermates were still close, however, and Adderpaw would try to visit his brother as often as possible. Then, just when it seemed like Darkpaw was improving, Adderpaw was awoken by the Medicine Cat one night to be told that his brother was dying. He insisted on being with him, and he sat next to him as he said his last words. He tried the best he could not to let the death affect him too much, and he put all his energy into training with his mentor. He grew to be a fearsome warrior, and a formidable opponent in battle.

•Family•
Thistle | Mother [Deceased, died in childbirth]
Misteyes | Adoptive Mother [Deceased, killed by flood]
??? | Father [Unknown]
Darkpaw | Brother [Deceased, disease]

•Other Relationships•
Open [PM me!]

•Theme Song•
Feel It Still by Portugal. The Man

•Other•
Image linked to source.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Morningpaw

Name: 
Morningkit | Morningpaw | Morningbird

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Gender: 
Female

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Age: 
8 Moons 

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Sexual Orientation:
 Heterosexual

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Census Description: 
A kind ginger she-cat with wide yellow eyes and a white chin

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Rank: 
Apprentice

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Breed:
Domestic Shorthair x Kurilian Bobtail

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Description: 
Morningpaw is a lanky ginger feline with a short tail which, in the Kurilian Bobtail breed, is as unique as a human fingerprint; the stub is kinked as well as fluffy. Her legs will grow to be long and lean with small, delicate paws, her hind legs will be longer in the back and her spine slightly curved. Her coat is a short, distinctive orange tabby with a mask of white covering her muzzle and a small portion of her wide chest. Her wide, youthful eyes are a golden yellow set into a slightly angular face.

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Personality:  
Morningpaw is an opportunistic apprentice, she enjoys hanging around the other young cats of DryClan and assisting the warriors in any way they see fit; she is good-natured and simply doesn't have a mean bone in her body. Her willingness to make friends and peace makes her a submissive female who is quick to show her stomach if it will get her out of conflict, she doesn't require a firm hand in her training, ordering her should be enough to encourage her to see a job done. Though she will rouse from her nest should she have to, Morningpaw is notorious for being lazy and will take a little longer to convince herself to rise from the apprentice's den for training, hunts and patrols. Her laid-back attitude makes her an ideal companion for almost anything.

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Mentor:
Finchclaw

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Family:
Sire:
???? ✤ Male ✤ ?? Moons ✤ ??? ✤ ???

Dam:
Canyonfur: ✤ Female ✤ ?? Moons ✤ Warrior ✤ Alive {NPC/Adoptable}

Male Siblings:
None {Open}

Female Siblings:
Pebblekit: ✤ Female ✤ 0 Moons ✤ Kit ✤ Deceased

Other Blood Relationships:
None {Open}

Romantic:
None

Offspring: (0)
None

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Backstory:
Morningpaw has always been a lazy, positive cat who always finds the bright side of everything, even in DryClan's darkest hours. Her mother is a DryClan warrior by the name of Canyonfur, her father is an unknown tom in which Canyonfur refuses to speak of; Morningpaw certainly didn't get her personality from her mother as the warrior had a nasty attitude, even to her own kit. Morningpaw's sister, Pebblekit, had died of sickness only days after the two were born and so Dawnpaw was left to grow up alone, without her litter-mate. Because of this, she's always felt a little empty inside despite how big and bright she smiles to those around her, she wishes Pebblekit had become an apprentice beside her so they could grow to serve their clan together. Morningpaw won't let the memory of her sister hold her back, however, instead, she aspires to do great things within her Clan and she knows that is something her sister would surely want.
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Tracker;
11/14/17 Form created

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Theme:
None

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Other:
None;

🖤🖤💜💜🖤🖤

"The tallest mountain started as a stone."

Rivermist

Name: 
Riverkit | Riverpaw | Rivermist

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Gender: 
Male

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Age: 
36 Moons 

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Sexual Orientation:
 Heterosexual

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Census Description: 
A broad-shouldered grey and white tom with amber eyes.

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Rank: 
Warrior

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Breed:
Domestic Shorthair

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Description: 
Rivermist is a broad-shouldered tom with short, soft white and grey fur; his physique is a little on the stout side but there is definite muscle underneath his pelt. His strong appendages end in large, capable paws while his tail is long, thin and slightly angular due to a past injury that never quite healed correctly. One of his wide ears are chipped and long whiskers sprout from his masculine complexion. When he speaks, his deep voice is soft but can definitely sharpen if need be; his eyes are almost always kind and you will rarely see him be rude or mean to anyone of his clan-mates -- or any cat in general, really.
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Personality:  
Rivermist is a quiet feline, wise and reliable even in his young age of 36 moons. He is always willing to lend an understanding ear should another seek out his guidance and isn't one to lose his composure over trivial things or things he doesn't see as a threat. This tom is more likely to find a way over an obstacle rather than run through it, he's intelligent and a quick-thinker. His kind demeanor and soft-spoken nature makes him a lover of all things kittens and he hopes to sire his own one day. Rivermist's loyalty is unquestioned, he would be the first to defend his Clan in all things and takes great pride in being a warrior of DryClan.

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Apprentice:
Hornetpaw

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

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

Male Siblings:
None {Open}

Female Siblings:
None {Open}

Other Blood Relationships:
None {Open}

Romantic:
None

Offspring: (0)
None

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Backstory:
Rivermist was an average young tom developing in DryClan's nursery, he often spent his time playing around with the nesting material and engaging in fun, sometimes mischievous, games. He was nursed by a fierce yet gentle she-cat named Redstripe, who died of a sudden sickness when he was apprentice. His father, Cloudtail, had never really taken the time to know Rivermist and only interacted with him when it was truly necessary, such as in hunting patrols or border patrols and even then, communication was minimal. Rivermist despised his father for his lack of caring and vowed he would never grow to become like such a tom. His love of kits wasn't a result of any impacting events, he has always adored them - how cute they were, their innocence and he hopes to one day be able to spin his own children a tale or two.

Tracker;
11/14/17 Form created

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Theme:
None

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Other:
None;

"Like a cut that never stops bleeding
Arizona sunsets in the early evening"
source: http://www.catster.com/lifestyle/feral-cats-wildlife-australian-study

•Name•
Patchkit | Patchpaw | Patchjaw

•Age•
22 Moons (1 year, 10 months old)

•Gender & Sex•
Nonbinary (she/her), physically DFAB

•Orientation•
Anything

•Rank•
Dryclan Medicine Cat Apprentice

•Breed•
Manx mix (Distantly Manx, not anytime recently)

•Census Description•
A slender nub-tailed cat with a mastery of the desert and a love for curing others

•Appearance•
Patchpaw is built for speed, not for pouncing on other cats. She is built for running through the desert on swift paws adapted to nature, her body slender and with good but not-perfect camouflage to blend into the sand. She is smaller than most Warriors, about the size of a regular house cat, if not smaller. Her most notable features are the singed patches of fur along her body that never quite regrow properly, especially along her nose and jaw; pink skin there pokes through the fur, and in other places, it never seems to regrow quite properly, leaving a wavy, short appearance to her fur. Despite her smaller size, this may leader her to appear as a battle-hardened warrior, even with her young age, too.

Her other prominent features stem from breeding, rather than lifestyle. She has a short, nubby tail, and her jaw- the eventual namesake of her, well, name- is slightly crooked upwards in one direction and to that side, causing her some small amounts of pain and making it difficult to open her mouth very wide. The muscles on her front right leg also seem to appear as sinewy or out of place, but it's not clear if it's due to an old injury before she was taken into the clan, or if she's just born that way.

•Personality•
Patchpaw is cryptic. She'll heal you, and you'll walk away feeling better- but you'll have to wonder, what were her intentions with that? She's kind, and cares for her clan, and those who may wander into it needing help. But she ultimately prefers the desert over the presence of cats. She'll always find some cure in the sand, in the winds, in the tunnels built by animals long-gone or in the shelters or trash left behind by two-legs that have camped there. She's resourceful, intensely so, and very quick to think. She can sometimes let her mind go before her sense, and that quick-thinking doesn't quite let her manners catch up to it. That's why she tends to prefer to keep quiet, knowing her own limits.

She's slightly afraid of the elderly. She doesn't know why.

•Backstory•
Patchkit was found in a pile of two-leg garbage. Shiny things full of ants and insects from where food had once been inside of it, black stringy things thinner than a pelt, and all sorts of stuff had been around her. She had barely been able to mewl. She was tiny, tinier than any kit in the clan at the time. It was a boon and a burden- she was small enough to train and raise like she was one of their own, but she was also tiny enough that there was the risk of her dying. She had barely survived a cough as an infant once she was taken in, and then, left with a long-term 'goop' around her eyes, she was an unsteady kit on her feet. That didn't last long, though.

Once the eye crust cleared and her chest grew stronger, the tiny kit grew up bigger, and bigger, and bigger still. She was still small, but not nearly as small as some others in her clan. She took an interest in medicine, wanting to know more about what had saved her life, and how to protect others from the wilderness that she so loved despite how it hurt her. She saw it as the natural path that she become a Medicine Cat of her clan, or at least, study to be one. This wasn't hampered when the flood came. It only made her stronger, letting her ambition grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger still.

Now, a desert wanderer who lusts for the answer to snake bites and other manner of illnesses brought by the sands,
Patchpaw awaits the day that she won't have to wander. Not like she won't still do it, though.

•Family•
Mother - Unknown
Father - Unknown
Grandmother - Unknown; Manx mix (1/2 or 1/3)
Grandfather - Unknown
Sibling - Unknown (OPEN TO BE CLAIMED) This sibling is not a Manx gene carrier, and not very obviously related to her. It may be a half sibling, or it may have been found alongside her. It's up to you, I'd love to see what you come up with!

•Other Relationships•
Redfern- She respects Redfern, but cannot wait to take her position. She doesn't view it as 'taking' it, nor does she view it as her 'rightful place'- she just knows that, respectfully, she's ascend to the position before Tinypaw.
Tinypaw- She is VERY quick to criticize Tinypaw. She sees Tinypaw as something of her own apprentice, despite being not that much older than her.

•Theme Song•
Linda Rondstadt - AJJ (song lyrics have swearing)

•Other•
Nope!

•RP Sample•
You've met me!

"I ain't chasin' nothin' you're gonna have to catch me!"


•Name•
Boulder • Boulderpaw • [Boulderclaw]
Boulder for his large size, claw for his fierce loyalty.


•Age•
29 moons


•Gender & Sex•
Male


•Orientation•
Heterosexual, Bi-romantic


•Rank•
Warrior


•Breed•
Jungle Bob (Jungle bobs are a mix between short tailed wildcats, usually Bob cats, and domestic felines)


•Census Description•
A Goliath of a tom with confidence to match his size.


•Appearance•
A coat of cool grey covers much of the feline's frame. it quickly turns into a brownish grey undercoat mixed with warm reds that seem to push their way to the surface in some of the lighter areas. The underside of each of his paws is a dark, almost black color. This dark shade covered his paw pads as well though his nose is a dark, muted pink hue. Along his face and limbs, he bears dark stripes that break apart his short coat of grey. Along his body though, they stripes become short, almost spotted shapes. His eyes are a dull yellow green, they pop from his cool colored more than expected.

Boulderclaw is far from a small cat. His thick frame stands over most domestic cats. Sitting at a whopping 15 pounds of cat, he doesn't appear fat or overweight, merely a large cat. This large size complimented by the short nub of a tail that sits at the end of his body like a punctuation. His hulking frame has gotten him into his fair share of scuffles at a young age, leaving him littered with small scars that for the most part, are covered up by his short, but thick coat. His most noticeable scar are the two notches missing from his left ear.


•Personality•
Boulderclaw's large size may be intimidating upon first meeting, but his attitude is far from scary. He'd much rather make jokes than start a fight with anyone. That's not to say he hasn't been in his fair share of scuffles. Despite his easy demeanor, he's aware that sometimes things can't be resolved with a friendly word and blood must get involved. That doesn't mean he particularly enjoys it.

Many know him for his playful flirting. He'll try to flirt and charm his way into anyone's hearts, though it's more playful than anything else, not meaning to try and claim a string along any naive victims. It doesn't matter who or what they are either as long as they are feline, he'll purr them a symphony of praise on a silver tongue. He may not care who he flirts with, but his desire for a family and kits of his own drives him to focus more of his efforts on females though his advances had settled down quite a bit after he found a place among Dry clan.


•Backstory• Abuse & abandonment warning
Nestled in a small, warm two leg nest, a mother gives birth to two kits. Two brothers. The first, a wet bundle that hardly managed to cough out it's first breath and the second, not even given to chance for that struggle of life. Her first litter of kits, the dark tabby was thrilled even one of her bizarre looking kits were breathing. The strange union that spawn the short tailed, big eared kits wasn't one of her own choosing. A mate ship recommended by her two legs between a large cat whose hind leg was mangled almost beyond recognition. Perhaps thats why the two legs had him or maybe he was like that because the two legs had him, she'd never really know. All she did know was that these were her kits even more than they were his.

Her lone surviving kit started small, but grew rapidly in size, starting to grow into the large ears, his pelt gaining it's spotty markings. Little did this young mother know that she would never see him grow to his full potential. He was already over half her size at 3 moons old, but the muttering between the two legs struck her with fear, they tried taking her kit away, her only kit, and they would succeed, but she would have her good byes if it killed her. The night before the strange two leg came, she told him "You must be strong, do not cower to anyone, and treat others with kindness." She spoke soft though her words rang with urgency. "You are my Boulder." Before the young kit could ask what she meant, hands ripped him from her. He could do nothing but yowl and cry for his mother as she disappeared from sight and he was in the arms of a strange man.

For the next 2 moons, the young tom; who at this point had decided his name was Boulder as that's what his mother had often called him; lived in a home with an older male two leg and young female who pulled on his limbs and drug him around like a rag doll of some kind. He had enough one day and retaliated, striking at her with his claws and drawing blood. He ran and hid from her once she let go, but the screaming that followed was almost as unbearable. The large two leg who had been rather indifferent about his presence until now seemed to have finally formed an opinion and it wasn't in little Boulder's favor.

The large hand that once held him so gently not long ago wrapped around his scruff and forced him from the solace of solid ground. Letting out a yelp, he wasn't sure if it was pain or simply out of surprise, but everything he knew as a kittypet was turned upside down. Shoved into a bag, he scrambled to free himself from the trap, only wearing himself down and worsening his situation. Outside of the dark space, he could feel the world moving, being carried somewhere before landing in a Monster. He hated how loud these things were and feared for what his fate would soon be. The trip in the monster seemed to never end. He'd hardly uttered a sound the entire trip as it finally came to a stop, the Monster's incessant growling cutting out. Suddenly, he was in the air once more, the world tumbling in his dark containment until his frame collided with the ground. The two leg was shouting something, but he never did understand their language, only that he was angry. Trying to stand up in the bag, something collided with the side of him and he was sent tumbling further. Boulder knew better than to get up a second time, laying still until he heard the two leg and his monster leave.

There he laid, the sack he was ensnared by slowly grew warmer and warmer until the hot air was suffocating him and for the second time in his life, his life was at risk by the failing use of his lungs. Boulder was freed from the darkness only to be blinded by the sun as a vague shape interrupted his escape. The second cat he'd ever met, his savior, met him with disgruntled distaste, threatening to stuff him back into that nightmare for being alive.

Almost as soon as he was there, the feral was gone, but his thin, paper frail frame looked like the personification of famine as it shifted and traveled further along underneath the harsh sun. "Thank you." He called to the male, but was silenced, by his words. "Don't thank me, you'll be dead in a few days PET. And when you do, I'll be eating good." His sand colored pelt vanished among the sand and the grey frame stood still, a boulder in the desert.

The tire tracks imprinted in the cracked earth would lead to nothing, but more of those two legs that thought him nothing more than a toy to be thrown out once his novelty wore off. Gazing out across the horizon, he inhaled the dry air and started walking towards what he thought his certain demise, but perhaps that would be better than a life of being taken for granted. During the days, he walked, his skin burning underneath his pelt as if it was baking him alive. During the frigid nights, he curled up around himself, dreaming of the morning warmth, day after day in a vicious cycle. His mouth cracked and bled, his body's cry for water, but he kept moving until he couldn't. His bones ached and his skin shriveled. He wasn't ready, trying to move, trying to keep going, just a little bit farther, there could be water just past these rocks, or just past that plant that he learned so quickly, fought back with claws of it's own. Once again, in his time of need, a shadow stood over him, death coming to greet him at his end. Perhaps the sand tom was right and he would be food for those that called this desolate landscape home.

He felt teeth grab hold of his scruff and begin to drag him. He was nearing the size of a grown cat by now, not his full size, but appearing almost fully grown to those who didn't know and yet this cat thought it worth it to drag his stiff body across the hot soil to what he would call an Oasis, a paradise, home. It was this feline with a heart that saved him from the clutches of nothing and brought him a family he learned was called DryClan. He was given water and a meal for a stomach he thought had long dried up.


•Family•
Baby • Mother • Kittypet • Alive? • NPC
Unknown • Father • Bobcat • Alive? • NPC
Unnamed • Brother • Kittypet • Deceased • NPC


•Other Relationships•
Open, feel free to shoot me a pm.


•Theme Song•
The Bomb by Pigeon John

This artwork is of my personal cat and was commissioned by me for my own use. Please do not use this anywhere!
•Name•
Shatterkit || Shatterpaw || Shatterclaw

•Age•
Ten Moons
•Gender & Sex•
Cis female

•Orientation•
Polyamorous pansexual
•Rank•
Apprentice

•Breed•
American shorthair
•Census Description•
Petite tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes

•Appearance•
Shatterpaw is a sleek, unassuming female. Her mottled coat is plush and soft without being too thick for her desert home. Her legs are long without being spidery, and are well balanced on her frame. Her green eyes are framed by dark fur that makes them stand out against her mottled pelt. Well shaped ears are placed on the top of her head, lending to her alert appearance. Her white whiskers stand out against her dark fur, appearing almost comical due to their overly long length.
•Personality•
Sweet and unassuming, Shatterpaw is an easily likeable cat. She is soft spoken without being a pushover and is a trustworth confidant for any who needs an ear. She doesn’t have much patience for nonsense, and has perfected a cold glance that she will offer if she feels another is being a fool. Due to her serious nature and lack of patience for the games of kits, Shatterpaw carries herself as if she were much older and seems to have a wisdom in her eyes beyond her years.

Despite the innate seriousness she holds, Icepaw also holds a zest for life. She truly enjoys learning and is an eager pupil for her mentor. She does have a lot of questions, but she’s aware enough to avoid being annoying when asking them.

•Backstory•
Shapperkit was born to a pair of Dryclan warriors very late in the year due to her mother going into season later than normal. Due to the scarcity of prey, Rosepetal gave birth to a very small litter of two kits. Rosepetal and Runningwind were both very observant and caring parents, and so both of the kits survived. Shatterkit’s early childhood was uneventful, and she was made an apprentice right on time at six moons old with her brother. Her mother and brother were both confirmed lost in the flood, and her father hasn’t been seen since so she presumes him to be dead.

•Family•
Rosepetal-mother-deceased
Thornpaw-brother-deceased
Runningwind-father-unknown (OPEN FOR ADOPTION)

•Other Relationships•
Open!

•Other•
Is there supposed to be something here? I couldn’t find anything!