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To Love a Monster

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Magic is a luxury only given to those lucky enough to be apart of Starclan, a concept both feared and revered among living cats. However there is a phenomenon among the clans that is just as cherished; seen as a alternative form of magic bestowed upon the extremely lucky.

The finding of a cats Soulmate. 

A Soulmate goes beyond simply becoming mates by choice. It is considered a 'divine act' where two cats destined to be together, who are perfect together, fall in love. When they accept one another into their hearts as mates an identical mark appears upon their shoulders that is invisible to all but themselves. It glows so even in the pitch black, or in dark times, they will always see one another and know they are together. But this blessing is also a curse, because to lose ones soulmate is the harshest of blows; like losing their heart. If a cats Soulmate dies before themselves the possibility of spiraling into a depression, particularly if both are young, is almost a definite conclusion. Though depression is the best of outcomes, madness or death by a broken heart is the worst. 

What Brookclan is about to learn is that it's not only clancats who find their Soulmate. Nor are they the only ones to fall into insanity when their Soulmate dies. 

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Brookclan's Story

Brookclan is a clan known for their peaceful lifestyle and harmonious relationship with stray cats who venture through their territory. Because they are the only clan in the area, created by a small group of lone clancats many many generations before, they learn only the basics of combat; just enough to run any wrong-doers or predators from their large territory. They focus instead on maintaining the feline and prey balance, and on their social statuses and relationships with one another. No cat had been killed on Brookclan's territory for nearly five seasons..until she showed up. A large she-cat with the scent of death and dirt on her fluffy pelt, and derangement in her eyes. Because Brookclan had no experienced hostility in so long older apprentices often explored the lands by themselves without thought. The clans streak of good luck was broken by the slash of deadly claws and flash of teeth, ending the life of an apprentice in their prime. 

Brookclan was appalled, grief stricken at the needless brutality of the murder, and sent out a large hunting patrol to find, catch, and punish this rouge for what they'd done. They found her late that evening, scouring the edges of the territory with the apprentice's blood still red on her pelt. The idea had been to pin her down and wound her in a non-life threatening way as a warning, then send her away with the threat to never return. Brookclan did not plan on stooping her her level; but they did. What started out as simple cuffs with sheathed claws turned bloody quickly as rage and pain overtook the clan. In the end the apprentices mentor,Braveheart, dolled out the death blow, ending the she-cats life as she simply looked up at them with a promise of vengeance clear on her sneering face.

Horrified by what they'd done, the patrol made a promise among them to lie. They'd tell their leader they'd caught up to the rouge, punished her accordingly, and let her go. Together they drug her out of the territory and left her in a ditch before scraping dirt over the blood piles and licking themselves clean. As they headed back to their camp seemingly scotch free of their crimes, the Soulmate mark upon the she-cat's shoulder dulled into nothingness.  

Loki's Story

Born and raised as a kittypet, Loki had always thought he'd had everything he'd ever need with his humans. A warm place to sleep, food (though tasteless) so he'd never go hungry, and his humans to protect and love him. But then he saw her one day out his houses window. She, though unkempt, was beautiful and wild. Loki knew then that he had to meet her, learn her name; and that's what he did. Though he stayed with his humans at night, he ventured into the world with her during the day as their relationship grew, learning that though he was large and powerfully built he knew nothing of the rouge life. But she taught him, and introduced him to some of her alleycat friends who grew to accept him over time. After nearly six moons matching marks appeared upon their shoulders, and Loki established himself, though a kittypet, among the alleycats due to his size, power, and smarts. 

Then she disappeared for three days after mentioning she'd be gone for only one into the known clancats territory less than half a days walk from the city. Loki knew something was wrong, could feel it through their Soulmate bond. It took a day for him to find her, slowly rotting away in a ditch just outside the clans territory with wounds having bled out like she meant nothing. As he pressed agasint his Soulmate's cold, stiff body Loki fundamentally broke, the madness whispered about taking hold as his mark faded into nothingness. He'd avenge his Soulmate, just as he knew her alleycat friends would want the same. The clan would pay! 

He'd been correct, her friends did want blood and agreed to follow Loki's, as her Soulmate, lead. He wanted to find the clans weakness, find who would hurt them the most to lose in a brutal way. But then he saw her as he watched from the shadows. And he wanted, needed, her just as much as he needed revenge on Brookclan. 

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Plot(s)

Though this roleplay will focus primarily on the threat Loki brings to Brookclan, there will be other stories interwoven in. 

Loki and the clan she-cat he see's as her. Whoever claims her will have to talk to Darkwolf about if the two already know one another or not at the roleplay's beginning. However, just know that the two will have a rather unhealthy relationship; Loki, due to his madness, will likely claw her up when angered then realize what he'd done and lick the wounds for example. He's going to be quite manipulative and cruel without meaning too, but truly love her underneath. For what Darkwolf's told me it's likely the she-cat will fall in love with him and continue to meet with him secretly. Everything else about their relationship is up to you and Darkwolf. Their relationship will have an impact on Loki and the alleycat's plans to destroy Brookclan. On top of the two's abusive relationship her bestfriend loves her, see's what happening to her, and wants to save her (if she wants to be saved or not is up in the air still). Other cats will likely notice her wounds and wonder as well. 

Another plot will involve the patrol's lie to the leader about the death of Loki's Soulmate. Because they kept it a secret the clan is not prepared for, nor do they understand why, Loki and the alleycat's are going to attack. Their treachery, if revealed, could cost them their status, relationships, or possibly even their place among the clan. How far will they go to hide what they'd done? 

With all of these worries, drama's, and threats looming on the horizon it is quite possible that the madness caused by a broken Soulmate bond will be the end of the formally peaceful Brookclan. 

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Brookclan Territory

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Camp:
The camp is located in a thick bramble patch that's backed up to a massive oak, the inside cleared out so there's space for all the cats. It's not to spacious, but every rank has their own den with just enough room. The Medicine Cat is the only one without a bramble and moss covered den, their's being the hollow trunk of the oak tree that dips down below, so the roots create a small, cool cavern for sick patients and herbs. 

Territory:
Brookclan's territory is in a
 deciduous, hilly forest, so the green-leafs season is filled with ample prey and forest cover while during the leaf-bare season the tree's are bare and prey is scarce. A small brook runs throughout the length of the territory, which is where the clan gets its name, that is filled with fish and is close enough to the camp to be easily accessible for everyone. A training hollow is a decent distance from the camp, in a small holler that springy with weeds and moss.  Brookclan hunts small rodents for prey, such as mice, squirrels, voles, and shrews. Occasionally they can find small birds, such as sparrows and starlings. If cats know how to fish, there are a couple small types in the brook.  Enemies of Brookclan, other then Loki, are birds of prey, such as hawks and owls, coyotes, dogs, foxes, two-legs, the occasional badger, skunk, or mink. Deer can also be dangerous if spooked. The two-leg settlement (city) is a half-days journey down the hills of the territory, so sometimes dogs and two-legs can be seen walking through the area. 

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Rules

icon_blue.png All PA rules apply. 
icon_blue.pngNo power-playing or god-modding. This will not be tolerated. If you are battling with another persons character, you will not automatically hit them. Accepted: "Snowflake aimed a blow at Moonbeam's head." Not Accepted: "Snakeflake's claws raked across Moonbeam's face, leaving behind four slash marks." Give the other persons character a chance to respond. Punishment for repeated offenses will be up to Darkwolf.
  icon_blue.png No Mary-sues. No characters are perfect, period. They can all be injured, they can all die. One cat cannot take on four others and hope to win without serious injures. No cat is flawless when it comes to beauty, fighting, or hunting. Please, make a believable character. Thank you. 
icon_blue.png  We would like to keep this semi-literate. Please no one-liners. I know this is not always possible, and it will likely be excused a couple of times no problem. 
 
icon_blue.png Don't one-on-one with another player for an entire page. We know everyone has different schedules, but please try to be patient. 
icon_blue.png You may have unlimited characters, but try to only chose one high ranking (leader, deputy, Medicine Cat, Medicine Cat Apprentice). Please don't play your own mate/crush, where's the fun in that? :3 If one of your characters is in the Patrol group that killed Loki's original mate you can still choose a higher rank. 
icon_blue.png You can go crazy with names, we're  perfectly fine with that. But please don't make a cat that's pink, or has six eyes, or wings. 
icon_blue.png Your cats may not have a power. Only Starclan and Dark Forest Cats can have these. However, Soulmate bonds don't count. 
icon_blue.png Please keep things at least PG when it comes to birthing or mating, fade to black works great. No excess gore either; Loki is a cat killer, thus there might be a bit of blood, but please nothing to major. If this bugs you, then this might not be the best roleplay for you. 
icon_blue.png No text talk, or cursing outside of Clan language (fox-dung, etc). Please be nice to fellow roleplayers, and no fighting in OoC.^^ 
icon_blue.png If you'd like a major plot development, such as an earthquake or fire, please mention them here and they'll likely be fit it in. If you'd like a character killed, or is interested in your character killing someone else mention it here as well so you can find the right killer/victim. 
icon_blue.png As we've seen on some other roleplays people are allowed to play Starclan/Dark Forest characters, and that's perfectly fine in those. But Starclan is not a large part of this roleplay so any cats already dead or killed during the roleplay will not be a large part so please don't use them as you would your regular characters. As a matter of fact don't even make a bio for them. 

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Characters

Loki: Darkwolf
Clan Her: Melodaeia
Her Bestfriend: Alcarie (Cricketwing)

Lying Patrol
1.Sandstorm
2. Nightrain
3. Open
4. Open
5. Open

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Brookclan
Leader
Skullstar {Cynder}

Deputy
Redmist {Alcarie}

Medicine Cat
Sparrowfeather {Melodaeia}

Medicine Cat Apprentice
Open

Warriors
Teardrop {Darkwolf}
Sparrowpelt {Darkwolf}
Cricketwing {Alcarie}
Nightrain {Alcarie}
Bonefur {Cynder}
Duststorm {Cynder}
Dovekeeper {Alcarie}
Emberleaf {Darkwolf}

Apprentices
Sunpaw {Cynder}
Skypaw {Melodaeia}

Queens
Sandstorm {Darkwolf}
Hushflight {Alcarie}


Kits
Lynxkit {Alcarie}
Brindlekit {Cynder}
Scorchedkit {Alcarie / Unborn}

Elders
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Mentors / Apprentices
Cricketwing mentors Sunpaw
Bonefur mentors Skypaw

Crushes
Sparrowpelt has a crush on Skullstar
Hushflight has a crush on Duststorm

Mates / Soulmates
Redmist and Mistsoul (Deceased)
Skullstar and Lionblaze (Deceased)

Families
Skullstar, Bonefur, and Duststorm are siblings
Cricketwing and Redmist are brothers
Skullstar is Sunpaw's mother

Starclan

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Loki's Alleycats
Jackie {Darkwolf}
Riot {Alcarie}
Lyric {Melodaeia}
Open

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Cat's on the Back Burner
Dapplepaw {Godiva}
Wolfmist {Godiva}
Willowsong {Godiva}

Duskpaw {Godiva}
Styx {Godiva}
Rosepaw {Dashy}
Swiftpaw {Dashy}

Honeystripe {Dashy}

(Not necessarily needed, but could add some drama if/when they meet the clan for whatever reason)

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Bio Sheet

(Picture here if you have one)

Name:

Warrior Name: (If apprentice or kit)

Age in Moons: (1-6 kit, 6-13 apprentice, 13-60 warrior/leader/deputy, 60+ elder)

Gender:

Rank:

Mentor: (If apprentice, put a warrior/leader/deputy you want as mentor)

Description: (1-3 sentences; required)

Personality: (No RP out; must be at least 2 full sentences)

History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)

Parents:

Siblings:

Any Other Family?:

Kits:

Mate/Soulmate:

Crush?:

If an Alleycat just exclude anything that has to do with being in the clan. 

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This roleplay and idea belong to Darkwolf.
I'm simply posting because she asked me too due to her only having a phone at the moment. 
Darkwolf has allowed me to accept characters as well.

@Rose305 @King Boo @Cynder @Melodaeia All of you showed interest in this, so here's the actual topic.~ 

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I will probably make three or four cats, one for the patrol, and maybe three to the clan. I may actually only do three unles we need more. :) I should have some time tonight to use my sis's laptop so I'll try to post them then (editing this post later).

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(my first roleplay here - excited ! c:)

 

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name : dapplepaw

 gender : female

age : 8 moons 

status : medicine cat apprentice

 appearance : dapplepaw was born with a predisposition to being weak and not especially gifted in any particular area.  her small paws and short tail make for a clumsy run and her short and stocky frame only slow her down.  due to her lack of beneficial genetics for warriorship but an especially sharp mind, dapplepaw was perfect for medicine cat apprentice.  she has your average short tortoiseshell pelt and hazel eyes - some find it lovely, others find it to be a bit "muddy."  Her nose, paw pads, and inner ears are all a sweet pink.

personality : friendly, caring - what you'd expect of a medicine cat apprentice.  she loves friendship and talking to others, however, is absolutely awful with secrets.  any and all emotion, she MUST spill it, whether it be hers or anothers.  while it can be nice to have a bit of honesty, a few cats might dislike dapplepaw's sense of truth.  she can be a little daydreamy and is often abusing her position to stare off into some distant goodnight.

family : duskpaw (brother), parents are deceased

crush/mate/soulmate : open!

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name : duskpaw

gender : male

age : 8 moons

status : apprentice

appearance : like his sister, duskpaw is not especially strong or large.  he's rather a long, sleek (dare I say, skinny) tom.  however, he does have one advantage over some other apprentices; his narrow build makes him light on his feet and a swift opponent.  duskpaw has flat iridescent black fur that can take a blueish tint in certain light.  his eyes are hazel, like dapplepaw's, except much cooler.  his eyes are a bit upturned in a happy cute kind of way.

personality : duskpaw is not really troublesome or cruel and frankly goes against the black-cat-stereotype.  he's a bit lackadaisical and always the last one up in the morning.  he only trains hard when pressed to do so and duskpaw rarely, rarely holds grudges.  he's a bit of a hippie - pacifist, lazy, sometimes dirty, but a well-meaning soul.  he's also a bit daydreamy and needs something to snap him back into reality occasionally.

family : dapplepaw (sister), deceased parents

crush/mate/soul mate : crush on Sunpaw (soulmates...? @Cynder)

 

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@Cynder I'll reserve you leader.~ 

@Godiva Since I hadn't added the Bio Sheet in when you put your characters down, you don't have to switch them to the format I've got posted if you don't want.^^ However, could you just add in the Warrior Name and Mentor slots into your existing Bio Sheets? Else-wise they're accepted on my side. 

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images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRwcHYjOxWejvk3XIMGkYGName:Loki

Warrior Name: N/A

Age in Moons: 30moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Leader of allycats 

Mentor: N/a

Description: Loki pelt is black and white mixture. His eyes are pretty green.

Personality: Loki is very evil in away other cats try their best to stay on his good side. He hates the clan cats whom killed his ex mate. 

History: He want say

Parents: Unknown she cat and unknown tom

Siblings: Yes a sister. (She open to be rped)

Any Other Family?: no

Kits: not yet

Mate/Soulmate: Emberflight

Crush?: .....

 

I will post more characters in moment 

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Here rest my characters ( since wouldn't let me edit it XD )

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Name: Jackie

Warrior Name: N/A

Age in Moons: 24moons

Gender:Tom

Rank:Allycat

Mentor: no

Description: Jackie is hairless kitty. He only has three legs. 

Personality:Jackie is a sweet heart. He rather be with tom then with she-cat.

History: Born a allycat

Parents:unknown

Siblings:open to be played

Any Other Family?:no

Kits:no

Mate/Soulmate:nope

Crush?: he likes a tom from the clan.

tumblr_nnojxzyibV1r2h6ioo1_500.jpgName:Teardrop

Warrior Name: nope

Age in Moons: 28 moons

Gender: she cat

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: open to be one

Description: (1-3 sentences; required)

Personality: Teardrop is warrior at heart. She loves kits and would do anything for them

History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)

Parents: dead

Siblings: none

Any Other Family?:nope

Kits:no

Mate/Soulmate:no

Crush?:open

 

4.jpgName: Sandstorm

Warrior Name: ^

Age in Moons: 24moons

Gender:she cat

Rank:Queen

Mentor:

Description: Sandstorm is rare breed of cat. She has baby blue eyes.

Personality: Sandstorm very head strong she trying to fit in clan life.

History: Sandstorm was a kittypet and bred by paper tom sand cat. She ran away from home to join clan life.

Parents:no

Siblings:no

Any Other Family?:her kits

Kits:Scorchedkit

will soon their open to be played (their pure sand cats )

Mate/Soulmate:he died

Crush?:no

 

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Name: Sparrowpelt

Warrior Name: ^

Age in Moons: 24 moons

Gender:Tom

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: open to be one

Description: Sparrowpelt has long pelt which he trys his best to keep it clean.

Personality: Sparrow pelt is a warrior at heart. He would do anything for kits and for his clan.

History: clan born

Parents: He dont know them

Siblings:none

Any Other Family?:nope

Kits:no

Mate/Soulmate:no

Crush Skullstar

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Cricketwing

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Name: Cricketwing

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: Twenty-eight Moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: He mentors Sunpaw

Description: Cricketwing is a tall cat who looks broader than his actually is due to his thick fur. He's actually pretty lanky underneath his pelt, with a lithe musculature made for running, climbing, and endurance. He's not particularly strong, however. His fur is usually kept fairly neat, though it's naturally unruly. It's thicker around his neck and stomach, and longest on his fluffy tail that's usually held aloft like a plume. Said fur is a bright orange with darker ginger tabby stripes. His chin and chest are white, as are his front left and right back paws. Cricketwing's brightest feature is probably his blue eyes. 

Personality: Cricketwing  is a lot like a tree: steady, all-encompassing, extremely hard to move, and rarely falls over due to adversary. He's a soft spoken cat who attempts to keep a heart of gold, is always trying to be someone who see's the good in everyone; when a cats' actions or words are unjustified or plainly prejudiced he's .... To him, everyone is inherently good, but circumstances or challenges to big to beat can cause a cat to go dark. This can make him seem like he's got blinders on, or is blind to the truth and refuses to see whats right in front of him. Which is, in some ways, completely true. Cricketwing's trust and willingness to obscure others' true intentions can make him gullible and easily manipulated or hurt; particularly if it's someone he's close too. But at the same time he's also not stupid, and is always weary of the world, not the cats, around him. He knows the likeliness of being hurt by something is high, and since he's got a sensible head on his shoulders Cricketwing's cautious and tries not to 'poke the sleeping bear'. For a cat of only twenty-eight moons, Cricketwing seems pretty 'grown up'. This is likely just because he's focused, and finds some of the things other young warriors do as stupid and immature; there's not a childish bone in Cricketwing's body, which has gotten him mocked before. Some cats have complained that he's an old soul in a young body. But for Cricketwing he simply goes about his duties without complaint (normally), and checks in upon his best friend (Unnamed at the moment) whenever he gets a chance. Not an ambitious cat, Cricketwing only wants to serve his clan as a warrior, someday find a mate and have kits, then die peacefully in the Elders den. On a day-to-day basis he's always rearing to go, whether it be to hunt, patrol, or help with duties around the camp. Cricketwing is a social cat, so chatting aimlessly, or helping out others with his 'big brother' mentality, is always something he's open for. While not an aggressive cat by nature Cricketwing is highly protective of his clanmates, bestfriend especially, and he's not afraid to get his claws dirty to defend them. Lastly, while not a hopeless romantic, Cricketwing has loved *Unnamed* for moons. He's tried to get her to see it, and is rather downtrodden to learn she's in a relationship with someone else. 

History: Nothing of importance. He grew up in Brookclan, and plans to die in Brookclan. 

Parents: Unnamed / Unimportant

Siblings: None / Open

Any Other Family?: Nope / Open

Kits: Nope; loves them though

Mate/Soulmate: Nope / Open

Crush?: Emberflight

 

Paw by Kawiku

Nightrain

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Name: Nightrain

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: Twenty-three Moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Open to be one

Description: Extremely tall and skinny, with hidden muscle underneath short, soft fur. Nightrain is surprisingly fast, though not exactly powerful; but she makes up for it in cunning sneak attacks and speed. Her fur tends to look black, unless in the sunlight where it turns into a deep, chocolate brown; it's true color. Her large eyes are a bright orange. She's not exactly an attractive cat. 

Personality: Nightrain is a high energy cat; she's extremely robust and full of stamina. This is mostly because she's easily bored with nothing to do, and she hates the feeling of uselessness. When bored, she'll usually stick her nose where it does not belong out in the forest, such as climbing trees to high or exploring holes that may or may not be occupied. This is not to say she's not socially inclined; Nightrain enjoys the company of other cats, particularly friends since those that aren't might grow annoyed with her chatter after a while. Nightrain knows she's not right for any rank higher then warrior because she's sometimes scatterbrained and does not think before she acts or opens to her mouth; not all the time but particularly when upset or riled. She's loyal to her clanmates, and is not afraid to jump paws first into conflict without much thought. Nightrain's downfalls include her stubbornness, at times nothing thinking things through, and a bit of a temper. But she's a good cat inside, or at least tries to be. 

History: Nothing of particular importance. 

Parents: Unnamed / Unimportant

Siblings: None / Open

Any Other Family?: None / Open

Kits: Nope

Mate/Soulmate: Nope / Open

Crush?: Braveheart

 

Paw by Kawiku

Redmist

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Name: Redmist

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: Thirty-five Moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: ---

Description: Redmist is larger than his brother, both in height and in bulk. He's a muscular cat, though it's hidden beneath his fur, whose broad shoulders, large paws, and thick hind legs make him a powerful cat in terms of strength. But he's not fast, nor agile. He's easily outrun, outmaneuvered in close quarters, and can't hide very well due to his size. His fur is thick and semi-long, fluffier around his neck and tail. You can see the relation between him and Cricketwing from their thick, orange tabby fur, though Redmist's is a tad redder. He's got a tad of white on his chest and belly. Redmist's eyes are a dark hazel, nothing striking.  

Personality:  He's a cat whose quick to smile when the time calls for it, though they're small and typically shy, and has a tendency to add smartelic quips or cheeky words when conversing with friends or those of the same rank. He has a tendency to be charming, though he usually doesn't know he's doing it, sometimes even suave when it's a she-cat; though point it out that he's doing it and the large tom turns into a flustered ball of stammering fur. Basically he tends to flirt when he doesn't mean to, but when he does try he tends to be a bit of a moron: so he doesn't try much any more, though this might also have to do with the loss of his mate. Towards those of his clan Redmist is friendly and an typically an open book, someone whose emotions are written all over his expressive face and whose thoughts he tends to spill without much prompting. Loyalty is big for him, though family and matters of the heart tend to be more-so. He'll die for his clan, but he'll kill for what he believes is right. He has his own thoughts and ideals about things, but he won't speak his mind often in fear of being rebuked or looked at as a turn-coat; that doesn't mean he won't make up his own mind about things, though likely he won't tell anyone else or give them insight about what he's going to do. Redmist seems like a well adjusted cat, happy and sociable, but that's not always the case. He doesn't have much of a temper, and will let others walk all over him; in fact Redmist could be called a push-over. Unless, of course, it concerns matters that are special to him. 

History: Redmist became an apprentice just a moon before his younger brother, Cricketwing, was born: so the two grew up together with Redmist showing his brother the way. The two were always close, even after Redmist mated with his bestfriend, Mistsoul (which Redmist figures is why Cricketwing fell in love with his own bestfriend so fast, because he wanted what Redmist had). Though the two were not Soulmates, they loved one another dearly; three moons later Mistsoul bore two tiny, frail kits. But something didn't go right, and day-by-day Mistsoul grew weaker as she continued to slowly bleed. In the end she succumbed to her ailment and passed onto Starclan, leaving Redmist devastated with two unhealthy kits. Though he and the Medicine Cat tried desperately to save them, both joined their mother. Redmist leaned on Cricketwing during his time of grief, but knew he needed to go on and continue serving his clan until he could join Mistsoul in Starclan. This was seven moons ago, and finally he's looking to the future. 

Parents: Unnamed / Unimportant

Siblings: Cricketwing is his younger brother.

Any Other Family?: Nope / Open

Kits: He had two, both are deceased. 

Mate/Soulmate: Mistsoul is deceased. She was not his Soulmate.

Crush?: Will gain one on a specific cat in the future...

 

Paw by Kawiku

Hushflight

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Name: Hushflight

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: Twenty-Four Moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Queen

Mentor: ---

Description:  A medium sized she-cat, who looks bigger then the actually is due to her thick, fluffy fur.She's robust rather then lithe and graceful, and surprisingly strong for a she-cat; especially one whose just had kits. Her fur is primarily black and orange, with a bit of white around her nose and right fore-paw. Hushflight's eyes are a light hazel.

Personality: Stubborn and hard-headed, Hushflight is not a cat who can be told what to do by just anymore; she has to respect you. And that respect must be earned, just because someone has a title does not mean they are worthy of her loyalty (at least to her). She's fairly quick to snark and make quick judgment on others and their decisions, but at the end of the day Hushflight's smart enough to stop and reprimand herself for her quick temper and will often either apologize or take back of words when she's fully thought them out. She does not mean to be a cranky pain-in-the-rump, and she does know her temper sometimes get the best of her. But underneath her prickles is a softer she-cat whose ultimately loyal to her clan, and would not hesitate to defend anyone in it; including those she might not particularly like. Unless, of course, they do something particularly heinous, such as killing another cat, or harming a kit. In which case she'll try to be the first in line to take a swipe at their eyes. Though Hushflight didn't particularly want kits, especially at such a young age, she realizes she was probably given them for a reason, to make her more responsible and to learn to control herself, and she loves them above even Brookclan. 

History: She was born in the clan, became a apprentice and later warrior without much of a hitch, and ultimately became a mother, accidently, fairly soon after. Though she never truly loved, or even really cared much for Hareleap, his shady, detached personality made her want to tame him. Plus, he was mindless fun; someone who didn't want to be a mate because neither did she at the time. Though kits were not exactly on her list of things she wanted, she loves them anyway.

Parents: Deceased / Unimportant

Siblings: Nope (Open)

Any Other Family?: None (Open)

Kits: Lynxkit and Brindlekit

Mate/Soulmate: Nope / Open

Crush?: Possibly will gain one on Duststorm (If that's alright with you@Cynder)

 

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Lynxkit

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Name: Lynxkit

Warrior Name: Lynxcry

Age in Moons: 3 Moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Kit

Mentor: He likely won't make it to his apprenticeship ceremony. 

Description: Lynxkit does not look much like his mother, except for the fluffy fur and light hazel eyes. His fur is brown-ish grey tabby striped, though due to his slightly curly fur the stripes look speckled rather than like stripes. He's got white all across his chest and muzzle, as well as on his front paws and in his fuzzy tail. He's average sized for his age, though due to his large paws its speculated he'll get fairly large. 

Personality: He's too young to have much of his personality revealed just yet. He's like most kits his age, a bit rambunctious and adventurous, but just as quick to hide behind his mother if scared. He's already got a bit of a mouth on him, showing that he'll likely grow up to be a snarky, 'I do as I want' tom-cat who might just try to buck the rules; at least until he's called out. As of the moment though, he enjoys following the warriors or apprentices around, and is inquisitive and extremely curious about the world around him.

History: Nothing really, he's to young. 

Parents: His mother Hushflight, and his father is Hareleap, though he does not know it. 

Siblings: Brindlekit

Any Other Family?: Nope

Kits: Too young

Mate/Soulmate: Too young

Crush?: Too young

 

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Dovekeeper

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Name: Dovekeeper

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: Twenty-Five Moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: ---

Description: Dovekeeper's fairly average in terms of size, though her fluff makes her seem more robust than she actually it. In fact, her shoulders are roughly the same height as the average female warrior, though in fact she's probably just a bit on the skinnier side, with little to no musculature. She's fast and agile, but she cannot keep it up for very long. Her long, thick fur rarely has snags nor debris in it, nor does she have dirt in her claws or between her toes often. This sin't because she vain, in fact Dovekeeper does not consider herself a good looking cat, but rather because a clean coat is healthier and more comfortable. Said fur is an off-white with lilac bi-colors along her forehead and tail. Her ears, nose, and paw pads are all a delicate pink, while her large eyes are a medium blue. When walking she tends to be graceful, with her head and plume-like tail held high and eyes wide though serene. Two seconds later she'l likely trip on something, though, like a featherbrain. Dovekeeper's voice is wispy and soft, typically gentle with little inflection, and sometimes cats have to strain to hear her. 

Personality: She definitely lives up to the 'dove' portion of her name. Dovekeeper's a peaceful cat, one who would much rather solve conflict with words and compromises over bloodshed. Hostility, be it in rouges or her own clanmates, disheartens and intimidates her quickly, and she'll run for cover if claws are unsheathed instead of being caught in the crosshairs. In fact she's kind of worthless in and actual brawl as animosity frightens her, she does not think on the fly very well, and rolling over rather than actually defending herself is her first instinct. But if the fighting happens between clanmates, and it's due to big personalities living in a tiny space, she'll try to discourage it by reminding the opposing sides that there are bigger threats outside of one another they need to worry about. She'll attempt to smooth over the hurt. Her being like this has caused Dovekeeper problems as others think she's nosy and needs to mind her own business. Or they think she's too softhearted for clanlife. But Dovekeeper loves Brookclan, and won't let anyone run her out of it because she's a bleeding-heart. When it comes to her clan, or the cats in it, she does have a backbone when needed and won't hesitate to speak her mind; though she'll do it in a way that offers solutions rather than simply back talking. But Dovekeeper's not completely impassive, though she might try to be, and if pushed hard enough will say things she'll regret, or possibly even act like a kit throwing a tantrum. This particularly shows when there's bullying or discrimination going on, where she tends to stand up for the underdog (and will likely get her tail whipped alongside them). Dovekeeper's not a leader in any way, and would rather follow someone she respects rather than have to make decisions regarding everyone herself. While not lacking, she is average in terms of smarts, memory, and hunting. She's not the best, or even close to the best, at any particular thing, and over-all is basically ordinary clancat. She does have a nurturing instinct that's quite strong and likes taking care of, as well as spoiling, kits and those she's particularly close too. 

History: Nothing much of importance. Dovekeeper was born in Brookclan, and plans to die in Brookclan. At one point in time, due to her gentle nature, she thought about asking to become Medicine Cat Apprentice, but decided agasint it as she knew one day she'd possibly like the choice of choosing a mate and settling down. She didn't know if she would, exactly, but she didn't want the option taken from her. Now she's glad she didn't as Sparrowfeather is wonderful for the job. 

Parents: Unnamed / Unimportant

Siblings: Nope / Open

Any Other Family?: Nope / Open

Kits: Nope

Mate/Soulmate: Nope

Crush?: Wolfmist

 

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Riot

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Name: Riot

Age in Moons: Forty-seven Moons

Gender: Male

Rank: Alleycat working underneath Loki

Description: Riot is a massive cat, and with his broad shoulders, muscles, and scars he cuts a rather intimidating figure. He tends to look like he's got a perpetual snarl on his face, though that's due to a scar healed wrong on his muzzle rather than always growling. His short fur is thick and unkempt, scraggly and patchy in places. He's definitely not winning any beauty contests. Riot's fur is a dark brown with black tabby stripes; his chin and lower muzzle is a light tan to offset all the dark. His eyes are a light brown, his nose is a striking, scarred pink, and his whiskers are white. The main difference between Riot and the picture is that Riot's got a multitude of visible scars, though not all are from cats. Some are from accidents with humans, rats, fleas, dogs, and other random fights. His ears are tattered, face criss-crossed with pink and white, shoulder fur patchy where the scars don't allow fur to grow (and most of the rest of his body), and the tip of his tail is gone. 

Personality: Riot is what you'd call a boisterous bruiser. Before his friend, and Loki's first mate, was killed Riot was an easy-going cat to those he knew, and even those he didn't as long as they weren't a threat. He'd share his food with strangers (particularly she-cats) without much thought, his shelter, whatever he had because he's just that type of cat. But his specialty was if you needed someone to go beat the crap out of someone. Riot loves to fight, and will jump head first into a brawl with a gleeful yowl every time. And he's good at it; though that does not mean he doesn't lose. He does, often if there's more than one cat. But he'll just give his opponent a bloody grin, a congratulations, and scamper off. And it does not have to be a cat either, he's taken on dogs just because (though he'll take the tactical route and just leap onto their backs when their not looking), and even the occasional annoying human. It's a miracle Riot's still alive honestly, and he's not shy to say that either. He figures his lucks about run out, though he's not going down without a good fight. When simply around friends or comrades Riot's a cheeky, loud, cheerful cat whose quick to smile and laugh (which look odd with his scarred muzzle) and knock them over with enthusiastic friendly nuzzles. Riot's quite affectionate, oddly enough; unless your his opponent. After Loki came to the alleycats with the news his mate was dead, Riot was one of the first to agree to help Loki take down the clan, not matter the consequences. Because he's close to his friends Riot does not take well to their harm, more less their death, and will use every bit of his size, strength, and combat abilities to make whoever pay. He still retains his jovial personality, its just mixed in with a healthy dose of payback. 

History: Riot was born an alleycat, and has never wanted nor needed a human to take care of him. He liked his freedom to much. He learned from a very young age that he loved a good scuffle, and ended up with more than one sharp rebuke from his mother for accidently hurting his siblings with his roughhousing. His family was never close, and Riot left them as soon as he was able. As a young tom who was to easy-going, to naturally happy to flirt with even mated she-cats, and quick to brawl Riot got his butt kicked a whole lot. At least until he hit his growth spurt and ended up bigger than most of his opponents, who still knew how to fight dirty. Riot got a reputation as one of the cats to hide behind if you needed help, particularly if a runt, or who to turn to if you needed help because he would give it without much thought. Loki's first mate was one of those who hung around near where Riot lived often, and the two became friends quickly. Though Riot crushed on her, he knew after seeing her with Loki that they were meant to be together and didn't pursue her. Learning that she'd been so carelessly killed has enraged him. 

Parents: Unimportant

Siblings: He had some, though he doesn't know where they are (Open)

Any Other Family?: Nope

Kits: He probably has some, he just does't know it. 

Mate/Soulmate: Never found a mate

Crush?: Nope, but he does love she-cats...

 

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Name: Scorchedkit

Warrior Name: Scorchedfur

Age in Moons: Unborn

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Will be Kit

Mentor: Will see who else joins before picking.

Description: Scorchedkit will look like most any young sand cat, more head and ears than body. Her short, thick legs will be ungainly and she'll trip on her large paws easily. She's got the soft, thin fur of a kit, but will thicken into the coarse, thick fur of a sand cat as she ages with the normal sand cat striation in black along her body. Her eyes after birth will be the normal milky blue, but will change into a bright hazel with age. 

Personality: Scorchedkit will be a regular kit when we first meet her, scared, squeaky, and perpetually hungry. She won't exhibit her true personality until she's at least two moons, which will be all bark with no bite to back it up. I'll edit this after she's born and does a little growing; even I don't know how I want her to grow up yet. 

History: She's not even born. 

Parents: Sandstorm and an Unnamed male

Siblings: If there are any.

Any Other Family?: Nope

Kits: Too young

Mate/Soulmate: Too young

Crush?: Too young

 

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Plot Based Secret Cat

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Name: You do not deserve to know my name yet. But one day you will all remember it when it's all said and done.

Warrior Name: ...

Age in Moons: Old enough to know better, yet to young to care. 

Gender: Tom, of course

Rank: I have the training, but not the title. However you should be asking if I'm a clan cat or an alleycat instead. Or am I neither or both? 

Mentor: Young cats...so very annoying.

Description: Hmm..when I finally reveal myself you will understand my plot.

Personality: I am a cat with a plan, and an agenda. That's all you need to know for now. 

History: If you don't remember than I have no reason to tell you. But you will remember...I guarantee that. 

Parents: Someone knows them. 

Siblings: If I do, or if I don't, that would give you a hint of my identity. So you don't need to know. 

Any Other Family?: Hm...

Kits: I should hope not!

Mate/Soulmate: To have such a weakness tethered to you is a fools errand. 

Crush?: I have yet to meet anyone worthy...

Other: I am vague? Well I should hope so! But all will be revealed in the future, don't you worry. 

 

 

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Name: Cynder

Warrior Name: Skullstar

Age in Moons: 26 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Clan Leader

Mentor: (If apprentice, put a warrior/leader/deputy you want as mentor)

Description: Skullstar is a pale grey, almost white she-cat. Her eyes are a piercing, golden amber color.

Personality: Skullstar is a calm, strong leader. She does what is best for her Clan, even if it costs her a life. She is sweet, soft and kind, but at the same time she is tough.

History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: Bonefur(sister. may add later.) Duststorm(brother. Open to rp. Pm me for his description and history if you choose to rp him.)

Any Other Family?: Emberfoot (Sunblaze's daughter.)

Kits: Sunblaze(may add later)

Mate/Soulmate: Previous mate Deceased./ currently open

Crush?: open

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Name: Brindlekit

Warrior Name:

Age in moons: 3

Gender: She-cat

Rank: kit

Mentor: still too young

Description: Brindlekit is a calico tortoiseshell she-cat with hazel eyes.

Personality: Like any kit, Brindlekit is curious and will follow the Warriors and Apprentices around. She might ask a bunch of questions too, as she likes to learn new things.

History:

Parents: Hushflight(mother) and Hareleap(father)

Siblings: Lynxkit(brother)

Any Other Family?: Heatherfur (uncle)

Kits: too young

Mate/Soulmate: too young

Crush: too young

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Name: Heatherfur

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: 21 moons

Gender: Male

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Mentors Skypaw

Description: 

Heatherfur is a tall, long legged, lithe, slim tom with light brown pelt and short cropped fur. His eyes are a pale amber color, blending into his fur and thus giving off a very plain, rather humble appearance. Hard muscle can be seen under his fur and his build makes him an excellent runner and hunter, making up for a lack of power in his speed and agility. 

Personality: 

Heatherfur's personality is very calm, relaxed, and gentle. His mannerisms and the ways in which he goes about is days could be considered to have a kind of grace and steady, stable aura, a kind of confidence that he'll get his job done no matter what. Heatherfur is not one to panic and is extremely patient, willing to spend hours hunting and able to spend time around younger cats of the clan. Because of his calm, sensible attitude he is quick spot solutions to problems or possible errors in a plan. While he is not overly cautious he does think things through before acting, unless a situation calls for instant action, then he is one to think on his feet. A well rounded fellow, however he can have a tad too trusting nature and may be vulnerable to sneak attacks from unsuspecting foes (such as she-cats and even younger cats). His compassion would make it difficult for him to harm a she-cat or weaker/wounded/sick cat unless he absolutely had too. Thus he is considered weak by his brother Hareleap.

History: Grew up in clan.

Parents: Deceased.

Siblings: Hareleap

Any Other Family?: Brindlekit and Lynxkit are his niece and nephew (has no clue, would probably be over joyed and enraged with his brother).

Kits: Nope.

Mate/Soulmate: Open, otherwise none.

Crush?: Maybe, he likes Sparrowfeather but hasn't said anything for obvious reason. 

 

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Name: Hareleap

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: 21 moons

Gender: Male

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Open

Description:

Hareleap is the exact copy of his brother Heatherfur, being his twin. However his eyes are darker than Heatherfur and his face is usually twisted in sneers, smirks, or other unpleasant expressions. Hareleap doesn't care much for hunting, he typically only likes the kill so he tries to avoid hunting duty as much as possible. Instead, Hareleap's main strength comes from his agility and length leaps. His legs are stronger then Heatherfur's and thus allow for him to pounce further distances than his brother. He uses this ability to climb trees, catch unsuspecting prey (when he must) or on intruders.

Personality: 

Hareleap is the exact opposite of Heatherfur, where his brother is calm, cool, and collected, Hareleap is impatient, eager to fight, and values strength and less honorable measures when dealing with others beyond their clan. Hareleap doesn't show remorse or regret for his many violent actions and even takes pleasure and pride in demonstrating his strength and ability. However, Hareleap is a coward at heart and will not risk his life for anyone, preferring to use large numbers to win fights and only picking fights he knows he can win. He is a dirty little cheater as well and uses plenty of tricks to get the upper hand if he even thinks the fight may be fair. He has no qualms fighting younger, sick, or old and considers them weak and thus useless in life. He hates to work and will often try to push his chores off onto the apprentices if he can. Thus Hareleap is immature, irrational, and brat-ish. He is also rash and reckless and never takes responsibility for the consequences his actions may cause, often letting Heatherfur take the fall if his brother is "foolish" enough to try and get him out of trouble.

History: Grew up in clan. Hareleap caused constant trouble for his brother growing up and typically any cat that got too close to him. He found pleasure in playing them for fools or using them and got into a loveless relationship with Hushflight, not thinking much of it until the two ended it. He didn't think much about it again until Hushflight suddenly gave birth to kits, obviously his. He doesn't want anything to do with them or her however he is pleased to note that she seems rather repulsed by the thought of him being the father. He uses it as blackmail whenever he wants something from her. (If Heatherfur ever found out he would probably beat the dung out of him).

Parents: Deceased.

Siblings: Heatherfur.

Any Other Family?: Was involved with Hushflight but does not consider her to be anything to him.

Kits: Brindlekit and Lynxkit (doesn't acknowledge them).

Mate/Soulmate: Open, otherwise none.

Crush?: Probably not.

 

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Name: Braveheart

Warrior Name: ---

Age in Moons: 35 moons

Gender: Male

Rank: Deputy

Mentor: Apprenticed killed by Loki's deceased mate. Will not accept another. (Which is probably a good thing.)

Description: 

Braveheart is a large black tom with broad shoulders, a squared head, burning orange amber eyes, and a single flash of white hairs on his chest. His fur is glosses yet dull, not having the iridescence that Duskpaw has thus seeming darker then it really appears. He appears very much brute-ish in his appearance, with his paws also being quite large and baring some impressive curved black claws as well. His muscles are easily seen bulging and flexing beneath his healthy coat and his main strength lies in brute force and crushing holds alone though he can move quite fast fro one his size (nothing compared to the lithe group of cats though).

Personality: 

Braveheart at one time was what one would consider the honorable, perfect warrior who followed the code without question. He was fair, just, and always displayed a good natured grin. He never seemed to disturbed or worried over rising issues and gladly faced them head on, always seeking out a solution. He encouraged his clan-mates with the up-most care and even played with apprentices and kits from time to time, telling them stories or tall tales. But... well, that all changed quite suddenly, in fact, right after the tragic death of his apprentice at the paws of the fox hearted she-cat. The happy, good natured Braveheart's mind and soul broke that day, leaving beyond mongrel with nothing but revenge still left in his shattered heart. Apparently Braveheart's bold, grand persona was very unstable and all it took was something happening beyond his control that left him unstable and in a state of constant aggression. However, Braveheart had always been clever, and never allowed this new side of him to been seen from the cat's within the clan, hiding it behind a mask of false smiles and grins, though he no longer is the warrior he once was. He responds violently to outsiders now and is no longer beyond killing to ensure the safety of his clan, in fact that is his first instinct now. His heart is in the right place though, he doesn't wish to see another cat fall victim to such a fate as his precious apprentice, but all his reasoning and cool collected-ness is gone now. Only a reckless, cunning, murderous intent remains. 

History: Braveheart's apprentice was the one to fall victim to Loki's mate's and thus he was the one to finally kill her. He does not regret his actions however as his new found personality is fueled by his unstable mind and grief for his lost apprentice.

Parents: Deceased.

Siblings: Nope.

Any Other Family?: Nope.

Kits: None.

Mate/Soulmate: Open, otherwise none.

Crush?: Who knows?

 

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Name: Sagepaw

Warrior Name: Sagebreath

Age in Moons: 10 moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Apprentice

Mentor: Bonefur

Description: 

Sagepaw is a rather average sized she-cat, perhaps a little smaller but she's still growing. Her strengths are well rounded with her body build, having the hard earned muscle from training yet lacking any dominance in strength or agility. Her coat is black and white with her startling green eyes that tend to twinkle with mischievous intent.

Personality: 

Sagepaw is just a ball of energy and joy. She always sees the brighter side of things and is open to new ideas and theories without much biases. In fact, she can be overly friendly at times and has a vast amount of curiosity about the world around her. While she lacks the attention span to remember complex things like herbs or even her own normal apprentice training she makes up for in instinct alone. So while she may seem like a poor student she actually learns things through action and tends to remember through action as well, even if she doesn't know the name of a technique or battle strategy she knows how to preform the proper task given the situation. Sagepaw never gives up and is quite determined... which is both a blessing and a curse as she will do whatever she sets her mind for no matter what! SO look out!

History: Grew up in clan.

Parents: Deceased.

Siblings: Nope, open.

Any Other Family?: None., open.

Kits: Haha, no.

Mate/Soulmate: Open, otherwise none.

Crush?: Maybe!

 

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Name: Tricksy 

Age in Moons:  27 moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Alleycat

Description: 

Tricksy is rather plain and ordinary with her brown tabby fur and amber eyes. Nothing special to look at. Her fur and build make her look more on the stocky side which is true thus destroying any chance at appearing dainty or graceful, not that she cares. She has a few scars scattered about her body from her hardships before meeting Loki and his alleycat gang. One scar stretches across her lips while another just above her left eye. Her right ear is nicked as well and one hind leg has a nasty scar hidden by her fur though it looks unruly. She has a good deal of strength and speed for her size.

Personality: 

Tricksy gives off the appearance of a disinterest, uncaring, general cold she-cat who only looks out for herself. Having grown up alone on the streets of the twoleg settlement she learned to trust no one and depended on cunning and clever tricks to steal food from others. She is quick the back stabber once you get down to it but really all this was simply developed from a desperation to survive. While Tricksy may only care for her own life in the end she is not beyond feeling something for others... in fact deep down Tricksy desperately seeks companionship and is ultimately afraid of being alone. She had been alone for practically all her life that she never understood what it was like to have friends to rely on, to support and be supported by. It brings her both longing and great, frustrated sadness to watch others have what she never did. So when she was given the chance to experience it, even just a little she jumped at the opportunity and joined Loki's group. Though she has still not been able to completely drop her distrusting nature she has grown to like the group and was distraught over the death of Loki's mate.

History:

Tricksy had been alone since she could remember, she doesn't know where her family is and was probably abandoned, at least from what she assumed (in her bitterness). She never had much growing up and always lived in constant fear before she began to learn how to properly take care of herself by watching others. Tricksy soon learned that she could trick others and steal the food they found in order to stay alive, thus she became quite the scheming trickster and soon named herself Tricksy. When she met Loki and his mate she joined their group and simply out of a need for food and safety in numbers (she would never admit that she actually longed for companionship, her pride wouldn't allow it). Loki's mate was killed, while she wasn't as moved as everyone else, she still agreed to join them, finding herself over come with an emotion she wasn't used to. Grief. She had never felt such emotion before because she never had anyone to truly grieve for thus it spurred her to take revenge as well.

Parents: Who knows!

Siblings: Who cares?!

Any Other Family?: Buzz off!

Kits: Burdens.

Mate/Soulmate: Open, otherwise none.

Crush?: *shrug* She's stubborn. But she may like a particular alleycat.

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Name: Sparrowfeather

Warrior Name: --

Age in Moons: 25 moons

Gender: female

Rank: medicine cat

Mentor: --

Description: Long haired tortoiseshell feline with emerald green eyes. Very graceful in appearance, but has a slight limp due to breaking her rear right leg when she was a kit. Underneath her fur, there is a small scar from when she was spayed as a kittypet.

Personality: Very caring and protective, especially with her apprentice. She is very motherly, despite having no kits of her own. Would sacrifice herself to save another, if the time ever came. She's not much for violence, though, which is why she helps to heal the injured and sickly.

History: was raised as a kittypet named Cecilia before she was thrown out into the streets. Her humans had her spayed and then tried to turn her into a fighting cat, but once they realized she wouldn't fight, they threw her out onto the streets, as if she was trash. She roamed the streets for days, starving, but eventually came across a mouse. The chase was long, leading into the forest, where she ran into some clan cats. They took her in, treated her of her wounds, and fed her. Since she wasn't a fighter, she became the medicine cats apprentice, eventually getting the job herself when a sickness took the life of the last medicine cat.

Parents: none

Siblings: back in the city

Any Other Family?: nope

Kits: she treats all the kits of the clan as if they were her own.

Mate/Soulmate: none

Crush?: none

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Name: Skypaw

Warrior Name: Skyrunner

Age in Moons: 7 moons

Gender: male

Rank: apprentice

Mentor: available

Description: Maine coon kit that is mostly brown with a white chest and paws. Has a few golden stripes down his body, but they are very faint, unlike the golden fur on his face. His eyes are a beige color with a hint of green.

Personality: Very bubbly and playful when he isn't training. Takes training very seriously and will work until he has it right. He doesn't take scolding very well, and has worked himself to exhaustion before.

History: --

Parents: --

Siblings: --

Any Other Family?: --

Kits: too young

Mate/Soulmate: --

Crush?: open

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Name: Lyric

Age in Moons: 28 moons

Gender: female

Rank: alley cat

Description: lanky Savannah  she-cat with golden eyes. Her fur is very short, easy to keep clean, and very slick. Very swift on her feet, and one of the fastest runners among the alley cats due to her long legs.

Personality: A bit care-free. She tends to lay around and not do much, unless there are things to be done. She enjoys being close to others, and finds it hard to fall asleep without another cat close to her.

History: Bred for beauty, Lyric was born a full-blooded Savannah cat. She had a very nice life as a kittypet, but she eventually got bored of it. She ran away from home, finding the alley cats within a few days of being free. She hasn't seen much of battle, but has a scar along her right shoulder from the first battle she had been in (fight to protect the alley cats territory).

Parents: alive as kittypets

Siblings: same as parents

Any Other Family?: --

Kits: none

Mate/Soulmate: open

Crush?: open

 

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Name: Lunarsong

Warrior Name: --

Age in Moons:

Gender: 24 moons

Rank: warrior

Mentor: --

Description: Full blooded Bengal cat with bright blue-green eyes. Fur as smooth as silk, and a few scars along her body from battles. Has some bits of her left ear missing when she was bit in a battle.

Personality: Very passionate about keeping her clan safe. She is loyal to those she loves, and will do anything to protect those she cares about.

History: --

Parents: died in battle

Siblings: none

Any Other Family?: nope

Kits: none

Mate/Soulmate: Loki

Crush?: n/a

 

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Name: Sunpaw

Warrior Name: Sunblaze

Age in Moons: 7 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Apprentice

Mentor: Cricketwing

Description: Sunblaze is a beautiful, sleek, lithe, golden furred she-cat with striking emerald eyes.

Personality: Sunblaze is calm and sweet. She can be a little prickly if she is in a bad mood. She is curious, but not overly so. She pays attention and tries her best when her mentor teaches her a new move.

History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)

Parents: Skullstar and Lionblaze(Desceaced.)

Siblings: (originally none, but if anyone wants to play a sibling, ask me and we can talk.)

Any Other Family?: Bonefur and Duststorm

Kits: none

(later, when she does have kits, I'll add Emberkit/paw/foot. Siblings are welcome.)

Mate/Soulmate: open

Crush?:  Duskpaw/open

 

 

Name:

Warrior Name: Bonefur

Age in Moons: 26 moons

Gender: She-cat

Rank: warrior

Mentor: Open to be a mentor

Description: Bonefur is a pale cream, almost white she-cat with amber eyes.

Personality: Bonefur is shy and quiet. She is a loyal cat and will protect her Clanmates. (I don't often play her, so I don't have much Personality for her.)

History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)

Parents: Unknown 

Siblings: Skullstar and Duststorm

Any Other Family?: Sunpaw(blaze)

Kits: none

Mate/Soulmate: open 

Crush?: open

 

Name:

Warrior Name: Duststorm

Age in Moons: 26 moons 

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Open to be one

Description: Duststorm is a pale tan, dust colored tom with green eyes.

Personality: Duststorm is a calm, cool tom. He is loyal to those he loves and is a good friend to have. He is noble and honest. (This is the personality I'm aiming for.)

History: 

Parents: Unknown 

Siblings: Bonefur and Skullstar

Any Other Family?: Sunpaw(blaze)

Kits: none of his own, yet, but he loves kits.

Mate/Soulmate: open 

Crush: Open

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@Rose305 Accepted on my side! I went ahead and put Braveheart as deputy, since it'll add quite a bit of drama to have the lead of the Patrol also be deputy.~ Oh, and him being the mentor of the murdered apprentice is fine, I edited it into the prologue so no one else asks for it as well. I can also add Hareleap into the Patrol as well if you'd like, since it was never specified how many cats went with it.

 @Melodaeia Once your finished with her bio I'll add her in. :3

@Cynder Accepted on my side! Is there a particular mentors you'd like for Sunpaw? 

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@Alcarie Sounds good to me! And sure, I just wanted make sure the patrol was filled. If more cats become part of the patrol you can take or leave him in. ^^ 

After a closer look I will make a female warrior later!

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@Alcarie Okay sounds good! Considering her age it would make sense for here mentor to be older than 23 moons at least else she would of been their apprentice right after their naming ceremony. So Teardrop, Redmist, or Cricketwing would work. ^^  Either of them are fine by me.

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      ALSO, THE KITS ARE OF 10 MOONS! (If you are playing one of Pebbleclaw's kits/adoptive kits.)
      ENJOY!
       
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    • Kaylercool

      I hope you're all doing well! 
      Gosh, I miss this place. I also miss a lot of the people that were super active before... 
      This community was (and still is) super special to me. 
      Like I've probably said thousands of times before, It's not too easy for me to feel like I belong, or to truly put myself out there, but I always felt welcomed here. 
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