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[mousy]

thunderclan

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shadowclan [pro-starclan]

silverstorm . tom . fifty-six moons . warrior . c40000

shadowclan [rebel faction]

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riverclan

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windclan

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cats outside clans

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[mousy]

r i f f

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[/b] character number. is this your first one, second one, tenth? just list it, please.
» age: 20 moons
» gender: male
» status: healthy

» description: large black tom with thick fur and green eyes.[/ul]
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[/font][/b] Really, the operative word for Riff is "big" - at first glance, he instantly strikes any cat who sees him as something to be reckoned with - while he still acts kittenish (he playfights constantly with Tex), he is obviously strong enough to overpower some weaker cats - Tex included, sometimes, although she can't be bothered, usually. However, he is a perfect gentleman - and a handsome one, at that: pure black, with soft, short fur, long whiskers and bright amber eyes. It isn't really relevant, but Riff also has rather large ears, and he is quite proud of these ears. The insides of his ears are very soft and pink, peppered with tiny, dark hairs, almost inperceptible unless one happens to be looking particularly at his ears. His eyes, lastly, are a very bright shade of green: they stand out obviously against his dark pelt, and are really very startling - particularly when seen when he is sitting in a dark corner with Tex. In fact, in these cases, he sometimes looks almost threatening - but don't be fooled, he is really a lovely cat. Just look through the threatening size. And long claws, because he really has rather long claws, on the end of large paws, which are, in turn, on the end of rather long legs (which make up some of his size, actually). This usually gives him the upper hand in fights, and, when combined with pure brute strength (which he certainly has) makes him rather a formidable fighter - he just cannot be bothered.[/div]
» personality: shy . witty . wry . cheerful . sweet . easygoing . lazy

Both in size and in nature, Riff is the completely opposite to Tex. 

» background: soon, soon[/ul]
immediate kin

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» sons: - - -
» daughters: - - -[/ul]
extended kin

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» mother: mimi

» brothers:
» sisters: tex (adopted)
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[mousy]

t e x

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[/b] character number. is this your first one, second one, tenth? just list it, please.[/div]

» age: 16 moons

» gender: female

» status: healthy

» description: little grey-and-white longhair with amber-green eyes.

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» personality: fierce . determined . spitfire . fiesty . loves riff greatly . unkind . irrational . unfalteringly loyal 

Don't be fooled by her soft, cute looks - Tex is nothing short of horrible. Because she was raised thus, she will always be every inch a wild cat, and cannot be tamed. The way Riff deals with her more ferocious side is to tussle with her (claws generally not included, although they have both been known to sustain a couple of scratches from their rougher fights), but the way every other cat does is to be terrified of her. This does not, however, make her every inch a trained, fierce fighting-machine - just most of her inches (not that there are a great number of these; let's be honest). Because, while she is every in a fierce little spitfire who won't take "no" for an answer (although she is, of course, this), but she is unendingly loyal - this is why she and Riff are still travelling together: if she were any other cat, she would probably have abandoned him to the elements, rather than allow him to travel with her - but she really does care about him, although in a completely platonic way: the way she thinks of it is that if she lokos after him, he will, some day, look after her in return. However, the way she shows that she cares about him is by hissing and spitting at him every oppurtunity she gets, and generally play-fighting with him constantly - although not always play-fighting; they have been known to get genuinely violent, although this doesn't really last for long. She loves and cares for him too much, to be completely honest. 

» background: Smokey was every inch a wild cat. She needed no-one's help to find her way, and acted completely on her own, without advice from anyone. Of course, this eventually proved to be her downfall - because Smokey was also a very beautiful cat: grey, with gorgeous amber eyes that any tom would die for. And some probably did - she wasn't sure, and she didn't really care. However, a local kittypet by the name of George really thought he could win Smokey's heart. And, because he was so determined, she gave him a chance. By the end of the moon, of course, she was pregnant. And Smokey was not happy about this. She carried on being as she had been before she fell pregnant, until she finally gave up and let George, who had moved out of his Nest to look after her, find food for her and whatever was going to be born. As a result, she was already itching to get out when Tex and her sister Luna were born. She named the little grey-and-white she-kits, and that was it - George had to look after them from then on, because Smokey was having none of it. And George did look after her, as best as he could. And Tex grew up. 

By the time Tex was six moons old, she was already terrorizing some of the younger local kittypets, and one or two of the shy or otherwise nervous older kittypets. But, for the whole time, there was one cat who she wouldn't go near. He was, like all the others, a kittypet, but something about him was different. he wasn't a fierce cat - in fact, he was utterly pacifistic, and wouldn't harm a fly. His name was Riff, and he was fascinating. And, as a result, Tex left him well alone. And he left her well alone, because he had been told to do so. And, while this happened, George snuck back to the twolegplace, and didn't return, leaving Smokey completely without a cat to look after her - because she was getting old by the time Tex was 10 moons old, as much as she hated to admit it. And she needed a cat to look after her. Of course, that cat was never going to be Tex, who had been raised to think that a cat who asked for help was weak and only deserved death. Instead, she moved on, away from her kithood home. 

And, for some reason, Riff moved with her. She didn't notice, but the black tom was following her everywhere, somewhere between curious and shy. Eventually, Tex got fed up, and she confronted him. It turned out that he had completely lost interest in being a kittypet - he wanted to be a loner. And he wanted Tex to teach him how to be a loner. Tex was, of course, unwilling at first - surely, having a charge (particularly one as kind as Riff - he probably couldn't harm a thing, Tex reckoned). But she still took him under her wing, as it were, and she looked after him, taught him to hunt, fight and everything that her mother had taught her. In the intervening moons, though, Smokey died. She had been too slow trying to cross the road and been knocked down. She assured Riff that, really, it didn't matter, but it did. It really did. She hid from her feelings, even though she knew that Riff knew what she was going through. She just couldn't admit it. 

But Riff and Tex moved away from that area - Riff liked to constantly be on the move, and for Tex it held too many bad memories. And they walked. They didn't know where they were going, but they would get there if it killed them - and Tex thought it was going to - she thoguht Riff was still soft, and didn't know where he was going. But he still managed to prove himself as a fighter - in fact, he proved himself many times over, and somehow survived, right until the bitter end. Neither one really knew how this happened, but it did. Because, while she was though, there was no denying it - Tex was small, and she was young - only 12 moons old at the time, and, even with thick fur and a kindly tom to guard her, she very much doubted that she could survive the cold Leafbare. But, somehow, she did. 

Finally, the two cats arrived in a forest. Instantly, Tex became suspcious - this forest had good prey, and with good prey came cats. And cats there were. They ran into five of them, and they chased Riff and Tex off the territory with the good food. For about a moon, they wandered the forest and surrounding offlands alone, catching what food they could and avoiding the strange forest cats. But, finally, they encountered a barn. Still suspicious, but tired and hungry, they slunk in, and found themselves face-to-face with a large, friendly cat. This barn was known as the Loners' Barn, and they were, finally, welcome somewhere. And so in the Loners' Barn they stayed. They still haven't left there, and, indeed, they don't particularly plan to - they're too happy. 

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» daughters: - - -

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extended kin

[/font][/b] george[/div]

» mother: smokey

» brothers: riff (adopted)

» sisters: luna

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