Name
Sparrowkit||Sparrowpaw||Sparrowclaw

Age
27 Moons/Months

Gender
Female

Rank
Warrior

Clan
Dawnclan

Personality
Sparrowclaw is cruel, cold she-cat. She only trusts herself to protect herself. She's confident in herself, and has a big ego. It's hard to get her to respect you fully, but she's loyal to her clan and that's all that matters. She keeps herself closed-off to other cats so they don't irritate her. She has a short temper and will snap at any cat who plays in her fur for too long. She often uses her intimidation in battle to scare off smaller cats. She is an impressive fighter, but her large body tends to be a big target for cats, because she has many, many scars. The fluffy she-cat also seems to carry an air of aggression about her, in the way she walks, talks, and moves. Sparrowclaw is also very loud and makes sure to share her opinion in everything. But underneath a very thick skin of anger and scars, she is actually very outgoing and protective of her clan, especially kits, but next to no cats know of her softness towards kits. She often scares away kits before she can actually get to know them.

Appearance
This big, muscular she-cat carries a commanding, fear-inducing sense about her. She's aggressive, and her piercing mint green eyes show it. They are almost always in slits. She has huge paws with large claws at the tips, and a big body with long, graceful legs. Scars litter her body, along with three large scratches on one of her broad shoulders, suspected to be a fox's doing. Her fur is a dark brown, and some spots down her back are completely black. Her threatening build is just a warning to enemy cats about her skill in battle.

While she may seem strong, she is completely useless when it comes to chasing down cats for long distances, because her fur makes her heat up quickly. She can run fast for short distances, though, but don't expect her to try to chase down a rabbit and catch it successfully. This bulky brute of a cat is also quite tall, due to her long, muscled legs. Her voice is a deep voice with a lot of emotion behind it. At times, it seems very elegant and royal, depending on her mood. Her voice very much reflects on her love for herself.

Bio
Sparrowclaw was born into Dawnclan, but her mother was a young mother and didn't know how to care for her kits, and even with the medicine cat right beside her the whole time, only Sparrowclaw and her youngest brother survived.

Sparrowclaw seemed like a promising warrior from the start. She killed locusts and small critters when she was old enough to walk and run. Her mother always watched her, proud of her little one. Sparrowclaw's brother, however, was a weak and passive cat, who was kind and harmless. He got sick early on, however, and died quickly. Sparrowclaw's mother and father were distraught, but happy to still have their stronger offspring, who barely batted an eye when he died.

When Sparrowclaw became an apprentice, the mentor she was assigned to was her own father. He trained her hard, often training her by sparring more-so than hunting. She still has a few scars from her apprenticeship, but they are barely visible. With all her battle training, she learned how to kill prey easily, with one bite. She often sparred with other apprentices, and usually easily won. Her large size, from an early age, proved an advantage. Sometimes she accidentally over-did it and hurt her denmates, making her the last cat to be picked when another apprentice wanted to train with one of their denmates.

Right before Sparrowclaw became a warrior, her father disappeared suddenly. No one knew where he went, but they knew of his poor sense of judgement and his ignorance. He was arrogant and only cared for two cats: himself and his daughter. Sparrowclaw became cold and hard. She became distant. She didn't like any of the cats she knew so well. But when she became a warrior, her mother, so distraught, became mentally unstable and she wondered out of the camp sometime in the day or night, and no cat has asked about her since that day.

Now, Sparrowclaw, being alone with no kin to relate to, has worked harder to become a respected member of her clan.

Kin
Rabbitpuddle - Mother - Deceased
Redeye - Father - Unknown
Unnamed - Died early on
Unnamed - Died early on
Unnamed - Died early on
Blackkit - Deceased

Other
She's open to relationships. I'd like her to have a mate or something, pls PM me about it.

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Name
Thistlekit||Thistlepaw||Thistlefern

Age
7 Moons/Months

Gender
Female

Rank
Apprentice

Clan
Duskclan

Personality
Thistlepaw is clever and smart, but plays dumb and air-headed. She often has her head up in the clouds, and can sometimes be found wondering around camp, with a dazed look on her face or muttering notes to herself. She is usually a bit reserved around cats she doesn't know well, but can be very outgoing when need be, and she has a reputation for cracking jokes when she's uncomfortable. The calico she-cat is very loyal, as well. While this may seem a good thing by most cats, she is so loyal she sometimes can't recognize toxic love from real love.

Thistlepaw can seem a bit rude or mocking when you meet her, but she's quite the opposite and just wants approval from the cats she respects. She can also be a bit manipulative and sly when she wants something badly. She also is confident in herself, and can come off as arrogant when she isn't careful.

Appearance
Thistlepaw is a calico she-cat, with grey spotting on her face and a small bit of orange on her head. A large amount of orange and grey is noticeable on her back, and the rest of her body is a creme-ish white. Her whole tail is covered in patches of grey or orange tabby. One of her eyes are a soft lime green, and the other is a deep ocean blue. She has a small scar on her nose, that is a light pink.

Bio
Thistlepaw was born in a relatively normal family. She had two older brothers who constantly picked on her for being smaller and weaker, but her father always came to save the day. Her mother favored her over her sons, but her father loved all his kits intensely. But when Thistlepaw was just a kit, her brothers were either led off, or wondered out of camp in the middle of leaf-bare. They were never found, but it's suspected they both died. Her father was heartbroken, and kept his eyes on her often. When Thistlepaw became an apprentice, her father was over-joyed and made sure to boast to all the warriors and elders about it.

About half a moon later, Birdclaw got infected by some sickness. He passed in his sleep after three sunrises of fighting the very thing that became his demise. Ever since, Thistlepaw worked as hard as she could to become the best warrior in the world.

Kin
Rabbitnose ~ Mother ~ Alive (Adoptable)
Birdclaw ~ Father ~ Deceased
Brownkit ~ Brother ~ Deceased
Cloudkit ~ Brother ~ Deceased

Other

(Placeholder image until I draw something. He looks like this just not tabby lol.)

Name
Lightkit||Lightpaw||Lightsong

Age
25 Moons/Months

Gender
Male

Rank
Messenger

Clan
Dawnclan


Description

Lightsong is a very delicate built tom. His skinny frame is all angles, and he certainly does not boast of muscles. Despite his lanky frame, he is far from graceful. He moves like every movement is being controlled with string by a deity that has no idea how cats are supposed to move. His jerky movements are unsettling, as is his awkward nature. He has a long muzzle and pale blue eyes that appear nearly white. He has medium length yellow fur that he keeps impeccably clean. It is the only aspect of his appearance that he has any control over. His yellow pelts fades at his belly and legs, and eventually tapers off to white ears, and feet. His tail tip is also bright white.

Personality
Lightsong is hauty, airy tom. He talks very pretentiously about Starclan and purity and the might of Dawnclan. He is extremely loyal to his clan and to his position as messenger. He has vowed not to take a mate and to devote himself to his clan. He does not have any strong bonds with other cats aside from his family, and is a very reserved tom when it comes to emotional matures, and doesn’t seem to even know how to talk about that. He is a sad cat at his core.


Background

Lightkit was born to Sunspots and Stoneclaws first litter. His first memories are of mewing for food alongside two shapes that were much larger and more robust then him. He could barely get any milk because of them. He heard his mother calling him runt, and he accepted it. An animalistic part of him knew he was small and weak and might be outcompeted by his brothers. After the first few days, his brothers seemed to grow weaker and he was able to more easily nurse. The nursery rang out with the coughing of kits like cries of the damned.

When Lightkit finally opened his eyes, he opened them to two coughing, weak forms that bore no resemblance to what he had pictured his siblings. They were still much larger than him but they were hollow husks of kits. They couldn’t even talk, only cough.

The next morning Lightkit woke up to his brothers cold and lifeless. Sunspots let out a wail, and Stoneclaw stood over her in shock looking down at his dead kits.

Sunspots became cold and withdrawn after that. Lightkits childhood was very quiet. There were many other kits in the nursery when he was there, but he tuned them out. He was a very awkward little cat and when he tried to be social it usually backfired. His melodic voice was usually talked over by the louder kits in the nursery.

Sunspots was apprenticed at the same time as Ravenpaw(blaze) and Blossumpaw(bush). He was very nervous and wanted to make his parents proud. He was shaking like a leaf when he got up to touch noses with the leader. He was apprenticed to a respectable warrior named Mousefur and was set up for success.

It was apparent early on that Lightpaw was not going to make a good warrior. He was merciful and quite. He could barely catch prey and couldn’t fight at all. When he caught his first mouse and tried to let it go before his mentor stopped him. He always seemed to be somewhere else and not in the moment at hand. He tried his hardest to be a warrior of Dustclan, but he was not quite cut out for it.

He would have been slated for medicine cat apprentice if Ravenpaw hadn’t been so well suited for the job. Lightpaw was an apprentice at the same time as the cats who would become the great warriors of Swiftclaw, Blossumbush, and Sparrowclaw. He was nothing compared to them.

Lightpaw was once beaten up by Sparrowpaw in training since he was failing to offer any challenge to the strong she-cat. His mentor redoubled her efforts in training him, but Lightpaw spent most of his time with another warrior.

Blueraven was an eclectic and strange she-cat. She was a weak warrior, but she taught Lightpaw in her craft.

Her craft, as it turned out, was a devotion to Starclan and Dawnclan. She saw herself as someone to convert the rough, impure Duskclan cats to realizing how superior the Dawnclan cats were.

Lightpaw followed Blueraven and her cultlike ideologies. She was a passionate and stern cat. He performed the pilgrimage to Starpool as an apprentice with her, and it was one of the things that shaped him into the cat he is today. It made him feel a sense of purpose in the world.

Lightpaw was given his warrior name even if he didn't quite deserve it when his mentor grew tired of him. He was given his warrior name at around the same time his parents had another litter.

This litter had two very healthy kits, and his mother was much more joyful around them then she had been around him. The new kits litter had one kit that died, but Sunspot got through the loss and was there for her new kits, Foxkit and Flamekit. She was much happier with them. Lightsong was glad. He loved his mother and she deserved to be happy.

He now visits and treats with the Duskclan cats. They rarely listen to him, but he does not mind. Someday he will bring them to the light.

Notable Relationships

Mother- Sunspots- {Light ginger she-cat with yellow eyes} Lightsong loves his mother even if their relationship is distant. (NPC)
Father- Stoneclaw- {Large dark gray tom with light blue eyes} Lightsong respects his father, but has always been a little bit scared of him. He feels like he has let him down. (NPC)

Brother- Redkit {Large dark ginger tom-kit with light blue eyes} (Starclan NPC)

Brother- Slatekit {Large light gray tom-kit with yellow eyes} (Starclan NPC)

Younger Sister- Flamepaw- {Dark ginger tabby she-cat with dark blue eyes} Lightsong is overwhelmed by his younger sister. He tries to keep her out of trouble but she rarely listens.He knows he should be protective of her but he’s usually the one that needs protecting.

Younger Sister- Foxpaw- {Small ginger tabby she-cat with Yellow eyes } Lightpaw is overwhelmed by this sister as well, but at least she makes fun of him less often. She gets in just as much trouble though.

Mentor- Blueraven- {Dark blue-grey she-cat with amber eyes) Lightpaw followed his strange mentor to the end of the earth until she died. (Starclan NPC)


Other
He's open to relationships. I’d love for him to have a mate, expesialy one in Duskclan.

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May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events? Yes
May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events? I would be willing to let her get seriously sick as long as he makes a full recovery in the end (for the start of the rp at least.) He’s my only character rn
Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names) Yes, Blueraven, Redkit and Slatekit.
Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.) Yes!

Image source: Character art is owned by me, design was created by the lovely belka-1100 on deviantArt.

Name: Wolfstorm
Previous names: Wolf, Wolfpaw, Wolfstorm
Age(in moons): 38 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Norwegian Forest Cat mix
Orientation: Bisexual/Biromantic
Clan: Duskclan
Rank: Warrior
Desired Rank: She’s fairly content as of now

Favors: Strength

Description:
Wolf is a large, broad-shouldered and muscular cat. She is littered with scars from a hard life, but takes pride in them. She's a calico, just like her mother was, and has bright icy blue eyes. She has a habit of walking with her claws slightly extended, rather than fully retracted, as a way to mimic the way her siblings' claws looked, despite the fact that they were dogs and she isn't. Nowadays she continues to do it, as the habit has saved her from a few hostile interactions, having been told by other cats that it's somewhat intimidating for such a large cat to constantly have their claws showing as if ready for battle at any moment.

Personality:
Wolf is a very determined, strong-willed cat. She can be brash and abrasive, but she's also extremely loyal. Once you've earned her loyalty and trust, you have it for good. Due to her upbringing, she had a very hard time reading feline body language, but over her time as a loner she's picked up a lot and can generally read other cats fine.


Backstory

==Early life==
Wolf was born to a stray in a twolegplace far from the clan's territories, and had two littermates. She doesn't remember terribly much about that time, other than the warmth of her mother's pelt and the sweet smell of her siblings. Not long after opening her eyes, her mother was attacked by one of the monsters that prowl the thunderpaths. Despite this, she and her littermates did the only thing they knew to do, came over to her body and nestled close against the chill of the night. During the night, both of her littermates died alongside their mother, but Wolf, barely clinging to life and mewling helplessly, was found by an old mother dog. She took pity on the poor kitten, likely due to the motherly instinct she had from nursing her own two pups. From then on, Wolf was raised alongside these dogs, being taught to avoid all others. As they were raised together from birth, Wolf formed a rudimentary way to speak to her canine family, particularly with Motherdog. The old she-dog named her "Wolf" to recognize that she was a survivor, just like the stories of the great packs that once roamed the world, from which dogs were descended.

==Roaming==
Upon her adulthood, she chose to set out on her own. Though she cared deeply for Motherdog and her two siblings, life in twolegplace was simply getting too dangerous for them. She couldn't rely on her found family to protect her anymore, and needed to find a place with her own kind, the cats. It didn't take long for her to find a place in a troupe of traveling rogues, though she was always an outsider. Too much of a cat to live simply among dogs, and too much like a dog to live simply among cats. The rogues did their best to understand and help her, but eventually she left them as well, feeling more of a burden than a member of the group.

==Changing Tides==
A dream caused a shift in her aimless wandering not long after she set apart from the rogue troupe, and gave her a new sense of purpose. These strange cats whose pelts glittered like the night sky directed her westward, towards the setting sun, though they refused to state the true purpose of directing her this way, she never forgot what they called themselves– Starclan.

==Arrival to the clan territories==
Her arrival to the twolegplace nearest to the clan's territories was a turning point in her life. All throughout the place, she heard rumors about the mighty cats that lived in the nearby territory. Choosing to see for herself what all the rumors were about, she travelled along the gorge, curious and searching for these nearly-revered and feared cats. Unfortunately, they found her first, and sent her scrambling back towards 'safety' with their defensive ferocity. These cats were strange to her, yet familiar. They defended their lands almost as the dog packs from her old home did, rather than wandering as nomads like she'd known most cats to do. It was at this time she decided that she wished to join one of these groups, but found that to be easier said than done.

==Clan life==
Wolf eventually did gain the trust of these clan cats, eventually settling into life among Duskclan. She began her journey as a ‘paw,’ choosing to earn the respect of her clanmates by taking the proper route to her warrior title. She takes pride in her clan, and has an unwavering faith in Starclan bourne of the dream that was given to her before she arrived to the territories. In her eyes, her job is to protect her clan at any cost, and she wouldn’t hesitate to do so. She is respected by her clanmates despite having been born a rogue, and she aims to continue to earn their respect.


Relationships:
Crush: TBD - Open!
Mate: TBD
Kits: N/A

Mother - Unknown - Deceased
Brother (feline) - "Sweet" - Deceased
Sister (feline) - "Tooth" - Deceased
Mother (2) - "Motherdog" - Alive
Brother (canine) - Tracker - Alive
Brother (canine) - Swift - Alive

Other: None as of now

May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Sure! As long as it's not debilitating.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
No, I'd prefer to be consulted about major injuries beforehand

Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names)
Yes! Feel free to use Tracker and Swift, the goodest bois. I'd actually love to see them make a grand reappearance via RNG, that way I'm not controlling a couple of rather OP characters. I would like to be talked to first, since you'd need more info about them, the way they speak, and that sort of thing. No plot points need to be spoiled, just pm me saying "Hey! I need more info about Tracker and Swift!"

Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)
Potentially! Just message me about it. ^^

Patch
"People get built different, we don't need to figure it out...we just need to respect it."

Age
35 Moons

Rank
Rogue
(Seeking to join a clan.)

Clan
N/A

Gender
Female (Bisexual)

Dice Roll
Strength Based

Description
A large muted calico of mixed heritage, Patch has rabbit soft fur that has a thick quality perfect for cool or cold climates. This feline has particularly large paws, a patchwork coat of cream, blue, and white which is offset by vivid golden eyes. Patch also boasts a long and elegantly 'feathered' tail which can often be found raised high in the air or curled around her paws.

Personality
A force of will to be reckoned with, Patch is primarily driven by her emotions and curiosity. Though she is certainly capable of forethought and caution, these two traits can rarely be seen in this feline as she barrels head first into a situation with little regard to what 'might' happen...she is much more concerned with what she wants to happen or what is happening at the moment.

Patch's emotions move like fire across dry wood, quick and quite unpredictable if left untended for too long. This cat is an individual who loves spontaneously, mourns passionately, hates with cold ferocity, and plays as if she'll live forever. She is capable of an astonishing amount of empathy, but doesn't let that empathy cripple her when a genuinely hard decision has to be made. At her core, Patch strives to be kind...but this kindness coexists closely with a deep vein of manipulative tendencies which can at times come across as thoughtless.

History
Born to a small litter of kittens whose mother was owned by an elderly woman, Patch can only vaguely remember what her two-legged 'owner' was like...she remembers (against what she has commonly found with these bipedal creatures) that her owner was very kind. However, death was quick to claim the no-fur, leaving Patch, her siblings, and her mother alone...forced to wander the streets in search of shelter, food, and water.

Despite Mother's efforts, no human seemed fond or even interested in the small family...some seemed downright aggressive. Patch was seven months old when her mother...and most of her siblings excluding her brother Bear...were captured by some human 'hunters' (as dog and cat catchers were coined as by other strays).

Eventually Bear and Patch, driven apart by instinct and tradition of the stray life, went their separate ways and have not seen each other since they were one year and one moon old.

Since then, Patch has been leading the life of the stray for nearly two years...and what an exhausting undertaking that has been. Complicated and brutal, stray life centers around food and procreation with shelter and health coming in as secondary concerns. Females are aggressive to others because they usually have kits, are kits, or will soon have kits. Males are aggressive to others because there are only a certain number of females...and only the strong (or sly) males are considered suitor material.

Driven by stories her mother once told her of one of her grandparents, Patch has finally found her way to clan land...she is hoping to find less chaos and more time to think and explore more ideas. To figure out who she is rather than to constantly struggle for survival without any real meaning attached to it.

Relationships
| Pretty | Mother | Unknown | Open
| Unknown | Father | Unknown | Open
| Cactus |Sister | Unknown | Open
| Bonnie |Sister | Unknown |Open
| Stern |Sister | Unknown |Open
| Bolt |Sister | Unknown | Open
| Bear |Brother | Unknown | Open
| Hope | Daughter | Unknown | PM?
| Snake | Daughter | Deceased |
|S/O | Pm - Open |

Other
It must be noted that because of her history, Patch isn't familiar with monogamy...not to say she wouldn't like the idea and couldn't get used to it...just that she has not been introduced with the concept and may prove a vexing or challenging individual to have a relationship with at first. She'd likely come around though, if not given up on. The same can probably be said for other unusual traditions clan cats may partake in.

May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Yes, as long as it makes sense story-wise.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
Yes, again as long as it makes sense when taken in context. If you are unsure, I'd appreciate a discussion beforehand. In both cases, I'd prefer if my cat's history and size would be taken into account.

Would you be interested in having a one-shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?
(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)
I would certainly be willing to consider it! PM me for discussion if you'd like to pursue this line of thought.

Image source: Character art is owned by me, design was created by the lovely belka-1100 on deviantArt.

Name: Shadewing
Previous names: Shadekit, Shadepaw
Age(in moons): 20 moons (1.6 years)
Gender: Male
Breed: Norwegian Forest Cat mix
Orientation: Bisexual/Biromantic
Clan: Dawnclan
Rank: Warrior
Desired Rank: He's fairly content as of now

Favors: Strength

Description:

Shadewing is a dark colored tom with striking green eyes. He has a unique markings on his sides that give an impression of wings, which earned him his name. He is tall and muscular, fitting in well with the general physique of a Dawnclan warrior. He managed to escape the 'fluffiness' of his other family members, though his head shape, cheek fluff, and tipped ears still indicate the norwegian forest cat heritage.


Personality:

Shadewing is a loyal and determined cat, but he does have a temper at times. He grew up being underestimated, despite being clan-born, and decidedly proved the naysayers wrong by becoming a strong, dependable warrior. He has a soft spot for his cousin, as his two siblings died shortly after birth, so Hornetpaw is like the little brother he never had. His temper can sometimes get him into trouble (and has in the past) but it can also be a great motivator for him, it's just about tweaking it in just the right way to get him to do something properly.

Backstory

Shadewing was technically supposed to be the oldest of a litter of 3, but his two little sisters died shortly after birth. His mother fought through the grief to make sure he would survive and be strong enough to provide for the clan. He grew up hearing about how weak he would end up, considering his kittypet heritage, and spent his apprenticeship proving those cats wrong. He just recently (a couple moons ago) got his warrior name, and he's extremely proud of it, and has tried to make a point of doing everything he can to help his clan do well.

Relationships:

Hornetpaw: Cousin
Beestrike: Aunt
Goldenfur: Grandmother

More to be added as needed

Crush: Turtlesplash (Permission from Ves has been given ;D)
Mate: TBD
Kits: N/A

Other: None as of now

May your cat receive surprise minor damage in random events?
Sure! As long as it's not debilitating.

May your cat receive surprise major damage in random events?
No, I'd prefer to be consulted about major injuries beforehand

Does your cat have kin (dead or alive) that can be used as an NPC by me or an admin for random events/plot? (If so give names)
Most of his family tree would have been made by Ves, so ask them.

Would you be interested in having a one shot character for plots/events/etc that will either die, or be chased off at the end of the plot?(Possibility of being different creatures, villains, etc.)
Potentially! Just message me about it. ^^