Warriors
Ex. 1 | Silverblaze (Random)
Silverblaze was born to two of the strongest warriors in RiverClan— her mother, Rainheart was deputy, and one of the most successful in the clan's remembered history, and her father, Reedfang, was famous for his fighting prowess (and short temper). She grew up with high expectations for herself and no less high expectations from her peers. She seemed born to be a leader, and not even out of hunger for power. No, Silverblaze was plenty powerful— she had no need to hunger for it. Her ambition was driven purely by a tenacious sense of morality and a strong work ethic. By the time of her warrior ceremony, it was the belief of most members of the clan that she needed only to mentor an apprentice and she would succeed her mother as deputy. By the time she had an apprentice, they were proven wrong. Soon after her ceremony, her mother's mind began to deteriorate. The once-cunning battle strategist now could hardly remember her mate's name, and rarely even remembered she had children. Out of necessity, a new deputy was chosen— Jayclaw. Jayclaw was a vicious fighter, never one to think much at all, and with his deputyship began a string of vicious battles in which many lives were lost. The leader was no young cat himself, and his mind was easily influenced by Jayclaw's charisma and strength. Meanwhile, Silverclaw struggled with the decline of her mother and maintain the clan's faith in her. When ThunderClan retaliated to a recent attack by raiding the camp, Rainheart didn't stand a chance. Lost and confused, her mother began attacking Jayclaw himself, who tore her throat out without a second glance. After the fight, he claimed a ThunderClanner had killed her, but the medicine cat found his pelt in her claws and a bite mark on his side that matched her mother's, and he was forced to step down from his position. Silverclaw was made deputy in his place, but peace is hardly appropriate to describe her current state. Between mourning her mother, she is struck by fear that her own mind will deteriorate in the same way. And, with Jayclaw stalking her in the shadows, waiting for her to make a mistake, she's not sure which fears are rational and which are... insane.

Ex. 2 | Creamflower (Majesty - #198837)
Creamflower was born under the name "Eggnog" as a kitty-pet and enjoyed her youth as one. A pure-bred Maine Coon, she was bought at 2 moons old and adored by her family. While the youngest two-leg in the house was a bit too loud for her tastes, and the female two-leg never seemed to like her very much, the male two-leg was soft and calm, and at night she would curl up in his lap in front of the colorful noise box before he went to sleep. It was after several seasons there that fate twisted the wrong way. One cold, winter afternoon, the young two-leg was given a very smelly, yelping box. From the box came the dog. Creamflower did her best to be kind to the creature, but it seemed to view her as no more than a toy, and even when it was young, she spent most of her time hiding in dark corners around the house from it. The young two-leg left soon after, though, and took the dog with it, and Creamflower lived in peace for a few moons. When they returned, however, the dog was even worse than before. It no longer viewed her as a toy— now she was prey. She hid the first few days they were back, and when she ventured out to eat after days without food or water, the dog was on her in seconds. She bolted out the cat door into the garden outside and hid in the bushes, but when the dog was let out, it tracked her down even there. Caught between snapping jaws and a fence, she chose the fence. The she-cat fled into the woods, but luckily, did not have to fend for herself for long. She stumbled upon a pair of kits who seemed lost, and using their scent to guide her, brought them back to the clan they had come from— ShadowClan. Their father thanked her profusely— his mate had passed soon after the birth and they grew more difficult to watch as they got older. More out of necessity than anything else, she was invited to stay in the clan, provided she watch over the kits as they grew and would continue to assist the queens in the nursery whenever needed. While the scent of dog masked most of her two-leg scent, so she was able to keep her past a secret from most of the clan, the clan-borns still regarded her with unease and mistrust. While her warm heart and generous soul eventually won most of their approval, there are still those who view her as far too soft-hearted for a dark clan such as their's.

Ex. 3 | Stormwatcher (Mizuki's Main - #95941)
Stormwatcher was born under the name Pepper to a delicate she-cat named Petunia. A kitty-pet through-and-through, the only reason Stormwatcher grew up in the forest instead of a two-leg household was because Petunia's owners abandoned her when they realized she was pregnant. Alone and malnourished, Petunia gave birth to four little kits. Stormwatcher was the only one to last through the first night. A fighter from the start, the she-cat was bold and brash. Her mother, never a proficient hunter, would leave her for long periods of time to get food. It didn't take Stormwatcher long to venture beyond the safety of their den, and soon enough, when she was 7 moons old, she met a ShadowClan apprentice named Kestralpaw. Through Kestralpaw, she learned to hunt and fight, and soon enough she became the provider for her and her mother. As Stormwatcher grew stronger, however, Petunia grew weaker. Her mother was afflicted by various illnesses and wouldn't make it through leaf-bare. Driven by urgency, Stormwatcher acted on the desire she had held for a long time and went to ShadowClan with her mother, pleading to join them and informing them that she had been training with Kestralpaw— now Kestralfang and thus had much to contribute to the clan. When the clan threatened to turn on Kestralfang, he denied everything Stormwatcher said and lead the attack on her and Petunia to drive them from the camp. They had to cross the river into RiverClan territory to escape their wrath, and by then, Petunia was barely able to keep herself on her paws. Desperate, Stormwatcher begged a RiverClan patrol to help her mother. They agreed to accept Petunia, but would not allow Stormwatcher to stay. For the next few moons, Stormwatcher visited her mother at the border when she could, befriending a few RiverClanners, but not enough to be accepted into the clan. One day, though, when she was hunting near the WindClan border, she had a sort of premonition that a storm was coming— a bad one. Fearful for her mother's safety and the clan that had offered them sympathy, she raced to the clan, heedless of border marks, and urged the clan to evacuate camp. It took a few of her friends to convince the clan to believe her, but Stormwatcher's warning ended up saving half the clan from near-certain death that day, as a hurricane tore apart all but the leader and medicine cats' dens over the next couple of days. After that, Stormwatcher was welcomed into the clan as a respected equal, and while there were still those who held a grudge against her impure heritage, the majority cited her diverse background as the driver of good judgement and strong character.

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Ex. 1 | Melody (Random)
Melody was born alongside her two sisters in a large, empty house, home to only the three kittens, their mother, and one very old woman named Grace. The pregnancy had been unintentional, but the kittens were loved by Grace regardless. They grew up in the lap of luxury, adored by their owner and her grandchildren, who would visit from time to time. When Melody was only just reaching adulthood, though, tragedy struck. She and one of her sisters were in the midst of their usual morning routine, leaping onto Grace's bed to wake her for breakfast, but soon discovered she had passed in the night. The family waited for the grandchildren to visit, but when someone did come to check on the house, it was a strange man they didn't know, who knocked on the door and left. Only hours later, a pack of men arrived at the door, all dressed in blue uniforms, and invaded the house. Terrified, Melody's family scattered, all vying for an escape from the strangers. Melody fled out the front door, narrowly escaping capture, and waited under the porch for her family to join her. It was not to be, though, as one-by-one, Melody watched through the cracks in the wood of the steps as her sisters and mother were carried from the house and taken away. Terrified, Melody waited until night time to try to re-enter the house, only to find all the doors shut. Alone and confused, the she-cat began walking toward the city, hoping to find refuge and sympathy from a kind stranger.