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R E D F A N G

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[/b] First
»clan: ThunderClan
» age: 16
» gender: Male
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: None

» description: solid red furred tom with amber eyes.[/ul]

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[/b] Redfang is a cat of average height and sturdy build. He has broad shoulders, a wide chest, and thick legs, but those traits are nothing out of the ordinary for a ThunderClan cat. He is not particularly built for for strength or speed, but in his training he's become increasingly flexible and good at jumping, as much as an average cat can manage. He is covered in bright fiery red fur that is long and wispy. He has no stripes but the waves and dips of his fur can create darker shadows sometimes. Of course, direct sunlight sets his fur ablaze. It is difficult to be stealthy with such bright noticeable fur but he manages by knowing the bushes and shadows well. His tail is long and bushy.

He would actually have a sweet soft face if it wasn't for his usual hardened expression and fierce eyes. His face sprouts many long white whiskers. His snout has a gentle slope up to his small forehead. His ears are tall and rounded at the tips. He has a sensitive pink nose and wide burning amber eyes. He's honed his senses excellently, but his hearing is the best out of the five.

» personality:

Redfang has evolved from a petty, selfish little punk of a kit to a well groomed predator. He is observant and intelligent in his planning, yet brutal in his execution. This is not to say that he is strictly good or absolute evil. He has a very complex code of morals shaped by his mentor Batflight and by his own experiences in life. He believes in loyalty to his can, not choosing mates outside the Clan, protecting and caring for kits, the sick and elderly first. He conveniently forgets that he doesn't have to kill to win fights, but he picks his battles wisely. He's a passionate creature, driven by his love for a certain few cats and his determination to be a better tom than his father ever could be.

His closest friends are the cats who also have a bond with Batflight. Although he and Batflight have a complex and volatile relationship, Redfang sees him as the father that he should have had. The other cats that Batflight has mentored and aided have become something like his brothers. He is protective of them and yet jealous of them as well. He desires a closer bond with them and yet he purposely drives them away.

He interacts with his clanmates in a less tense way. He doesn't care what they think of him. He does the best he can for his Clan and if he's appreciated that's great and if he's not then he never cared in the first place. He doesn't go out of his way to be mean, but he doesn't have much patience for stupidity.

He's not at all intimidated by she-cats. He can even be quite the gentlemen towards them (learned from Bluebird and Batflight). On rare occasions he might flirt but they definitely aren't on his priority list.

» background: Redkit and Swiftkit was born in early leaf-green to a beautiful but quiet young she-cat. She was a first time mother and the birth was easy but her litter was small. The father, Darkfang was unimpressed with the size of the litter and the size of the kits as well. He was a pure-bred ThunderClan cat but one would think he was ShadowClan from his attitude. He was ruthless and arrogant. He caused unnecessary skirmishes on the border and refused to fulfill some of his basic warrior duties. In the end, he had an argument with the Clan Leader in the clearing and walked out on the Clan. Heatherfeather, who had no other friends and believed that no other cat could love her, ran after him. She begged to go back for her kits, to take them along, but Darkclaw insisted that the kits would slow them down and they could always have more.

Abandoned at three moons, Redkit became bitter and mean. He had no illusions as to what had happened. If his own parents didn't want him then there was no way the his clanmates did. A self-fulfilling prophecy, Redkit drove away all of his friends including his own brother.

It wasn't until his apprenticeship that things started to change. His mentor was Batflight, a no nonsense cat that taught him discipline and how to channel his anger. Batflight was tough but patient in mentoring, and Redpaw quickly gained respect for him, for his honor and moral code. With no real social life, Redpaw threw himself into training and became an excellent hunter...and predator in general. He wasn't particularly strong but he was stealthy and in battle he would do anything to win. Batflight did not approve of his ruthlessness. They had a lot of arguments in his later years of apprenticeship, but the fact remained that Redpaw had all the skills to be an excellent warrior so he had his ceremony at 13 moons.

Redfang is not at all as his father was. He cannot imagine abandoning his Clan and does not go out of his way to start petty fights. In fact, in these times when StarClan is missing, he feels it is more important than ever to maintain out of clan bonds. One never knows when they might come in handy. He believes that StarClan has failed to deliver justice onto the Clans and so it falls into the claws of mortal cats to do so.[/ul]
immediate kin

[/b] No
» sons: No
» daughters: No[/ul]
extended kin

[/b] Darkclaw
» mother: Heatherfeather

» brothers: Swiftkit (NPC/possibly deceased))
» sisters: None

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R O B I N P A W

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[/b] Two
»clan: ThunderClan
» age: 9 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Apprentice
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Needed

» description: thin orange tabby cat with yellow-green eyes.[/ul]
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[/b] Robinpaw is of average height for his age. He has a lean build, considering his ThunderClan heritage. Some cats are convinced that his shape is because he doesn't eat enough. A select few have suspected that Robinpaw's father was WindClan, but Robinpaw has long since dispelled that theory for himself. It was one of the first mysteries he ever solved. His legs are long and thin. His body, from nose tip to tail is rather long as well. With no real weight to him, and with his muscles sticking to his bones, he doesn't have a chance in a battle of strength. He must rely on his mind and speed to defend himself. Robinpaw was named for his bright red fur, with it's darker swirling stripes on his back. His belly is much lighter than the rest of him; an off-white color coats his underside.

Robinpaw has a triangular face, marked by his pointed little snout. His chin is dipped white, which makes his pink nose stand out. His eyes are wide and round. They are a dark yellow-green, surrounded by white rings etched into his fur. He has dark vertical lines running down his short forehead between his large pointed ears, which are perfect for eavesdropping. Although most cats consider these features weird or disconcerting, a few might find it cute and awkward.

» personality: Cheerful, Intelligent, Sassy, Loyal

Robinpaw is a curious cat, but hopefully it won't kill him. He has a habit for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, but he's quite careful about it. He's a problem solver, a planner. Given the correct information and a few good resources there's hardly a problem that he can't solve, be it social or physical. The problem is that he's still in training. He's in a hurry to grow up, and his head isn't always in his apprentice training. He sees what Bluebird and Redfang can do, and he can't wait to be like them. This problem is further compounded by the fact that although he aspires to be like Batflight, that warrior is not his actual mentor or father and thus it is difficult to find time for him to teach Robinpaw.


In bonding with Batflight, he has become close to his two proteges, Redfang and Bluebird. All three of them look out for him, and Robinpaw is glad for it. He's also bonding, rather reluctantly to Shadekit, who is Batflight's biological son being raised by his mother. Robinpaw is slightly jealous of Shadekit's luck, but he's also suspicious of whether or not his mother actually gave birth to him. Being the detective that he is, he's bound to uncover the truth eventually.

Finally, trhere's Robinpaw's interaction with other cats. Robinpaw's busy-body attitude is a put off for most cats. They' worry that Robinpaw will uncover their innermost secrets. But Robinpaw is usually very open and friendly. He's got a bit of an attitude sometimes, but nothing toxic, more like sassy.

» background: Robinkit was born in a litter of three to Kestrelflower in mid leaf-green. He was a small, happy kit. His kithood had few troubles aside from those that befell the Clan in general. He has heard many tales of StarClan but with little proof of their existence and even Medicine Cats appearing to lose faith, he's become skeptical of their existence. He was close to his siblings in the nursery, but not much beyond that. As the moons passed, he discovered that he and his siblings had very separate interests. Robinkit was all about solving mysteries, examining familiar places, and exploring new ones. One cat who has been nurturing to Robinkit's natural curiosity was Batflight. Robinkit always felt like there was something different about that warrior and after talking to him about certain mysteries he had unraveled, Robinkit knew why. As Robinkit became more insistent on being an active cat detective, Batflight became more uneasy about sharing his knowledge. Robinkit's relationship with his siblings didn't end on a bitter note, but they had drifted far apart by the time they became apprentices.

Robinpaw didn't have the fortune to have Batflight for a mentor. He could tell that Batflight had planned it that way to keep him out of trouble, but Robinpaw was determined to help his Clan in anyway he could. That meant investigating it's darkest secrets and figuring out what could be dangerous to the Clan in time for avoiding disaster. He's slightly annoyed by his mentor's distracting him from using his true talents, yet he understands that this is the time when he should be more focused than ever on learning to hunt and fight. He's a much better hunter than a fighter, attentive and careful. He works hard to overcome his disadvantage, but even with the help of Bluebird and Redfang he's just not the fighters that they are. He has to learn his own way.[/ul]

immediate kin

[/b] Nope
» sons: Nope
» daughters: Nope.[/ul]
extended kin

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» mother: Kestrelflower

» brothers: Open/wanted ad
» sisters: Rosepaw (<==open/wanted ad)
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B AT F L I G H T

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[/b] Three
»clan: ThunderClan
» age: 56 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: (reserved for Shadekit please?)

» description: large black-furred tom with yellow-green eyes.[/ul]

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Batflight was a small cat when he was young but hit a rather large growth spurt in apprentice years. As if in response to his new found willpower, he grew to height that was about two inches above average. After many moons of harsh training with Ravenclaw, his body bulked up, filling his thin frame with hard muscles. His legs in particular have become thick and strong. Over this powerful exterior is a coat of long, sleek, black fur which is often mistaken for the reason he is that size. There's not a single spot or stripe on his entire body. His fur is glossy in the Sunlight, hardly visible in the shadows of the night.

Batflight has rather attractive facial features, strong and confident. His snout isn't pointed, it juts out in a squarish way with white whiskers sprouting all around his solid black nose. He's the cat that one can look at and know that he will get the job done by the daylight. But at night, his face appears to be made of shadows itself. His bright yellow eyes seem to float in the darkness. Combined with his large pointed ears hardly appears to be a cat at all, more similar to a bat.
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» personality: Calculating. Brooding. Fierce, Determined
Batflight's soul has been darkened by the events of his past. The death of his parents inspires an eternal rage that he has worked the rest of his life to bury. The one cat who understood that rage has betrayed him, further angering him. But his feelings of anger and grief have been slightly curtailed by his relationships with four very special cats. Each like a son to him, and one literally being his son, he feels a great deal of pride for them and is determined to continue setting a good example.

As such, he has a strict moral code for himself, one that he wishes that they would each follow. First and foremost he is loyal to his own Clan. Next there was binding of the Warrior Code, all of it, though it is a struggle for even him to stick with it. Finally, there was mercy to his enemies, no matter how cruel and evil they may be. This last one is part of the Warrior Code, but is especially important to Batflight because he fears that if he should ever give in and kill the murderer of his parents, then he will lose himself in the mass of fiery rage beneath his brooding exterior.

Despite Batflight's morbid thoughts and dedication to work, Batflight is not a neutered male. He has quite the habit of falling hard and fast in love. He has issues trusting she-cats, or any cat for that matter, with his heart. But he knows how to be the charming gentlemen that his father once was.

Aside from romance, Batflight is more likely to sit in a corner and think of his past that spark up a new friendship. He's a good listener, gives logical advice, but he might be blunt if he thinks the cat he's speaking to is being petty. Tact is not his strong suit.

Finally, Batflight has always been an intelligent cat. He can be rather cold and calculating. In fact he's becoming more so with every passing day. He's a detective at heart. His innocent curiosity has morphed into a desire to know everything and use that knowledge to protect his Clan.


» background:
Batkit was born in a warm comfy nest despite the fact that it was late winter and there was a light snowfall. He was an only kit, which was fortunate because his young and delicate mother might not have been able to bear two. He was small and thin, but not sickly. His mother tended to him day and night to keep him safe and healthy. The winter ended shortly after his birth.

Right from the start, Batkit proved to be bright and curious. His parents encouraged him to explore and learn as much as possible before he took up his apprentice duties.

"But never forget that your duties are first and foremost to your Clan, always," Lionheart told his son.

Batkit looked up to his father. How could he not? Lionheart was the ideal warrior, a hard worker, kind, generous, brave, loyal and helpful. Although his father had told him that it was arrogant, Batkit often thought that his father ought to be the leader of the whole Clan. When he was five moons of age, his father was made Deputy.

Batpaw was a proud and dedicated apprentice. His mentor was Ravenclaw, a rather harsh cat who insisted that no matter what a good job Batpaw did he was capable of doing better. Batpaw swore that he would never become as harsh and bitter as Ravenclaw, that he would become the warrior that his father was. But all that changed on a dark night in leaf-green. Batpaw had gone out to make dirt and on his way back to the apprentice den, he spotted his parents heading out of the main entrance with their tails entwined. He had an ache in his chest. He missed being in the nursery where the three of them had been together more often. They were slipping away, and Batpaw made the split-second decision to follow them. He bounded out the entrance.

"Hold on, where are you going Batpaw?" called his clanmate on guard duty.

Batpaw looked forward to his parents who were giving him an odd look. Then his father gave him a grin.

"It's alright Foxtail. Batpaw is walking with us tonight. We'll be back very soon, don't worry."

Foxtail looked reluctant but he and Lionheart were old friends. He flicked his tail towards Batpaw to go. Batpaw bounded forward gladly and squeezed between his parents. The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder deep into ThunderClan territory. His parents wanted to know all about his training and his friends. They smiled proudly at him and assured him that he would be a fine warrior some day. Soon they were near the Two Leg place and decided that it was time to take Batpaw back home to sleep.

Suddenly, a strange cat stepped from the shadows. He reeked of two-leg garbage and didn't smell a whiff like a Clan-cat. But he was too large and muscular to be a kittypet either. Speckledleaf curled around Batpaw protectively.

"What do you want?!" Lionheart demanded.

The cat made no reply. He leapt at Speckledleaf and Batpaw. Lionheart tackled him out of the air. They scuffled and Speckledleaf screamed. As much as Batpaw loved his mother, she was a born queen and unaccustomed to fighting. She and Batpaw watched the struggle, horrified. Batpaw tried to squirm around his mother and help his father, but she held him down, afraid that her darling son might be hurt.

"RUN!" Lionheart yowled as the murderous cat struck a heavy blow to his neck.

Speckledheart tried to escape with Batpaw but he resisted and tried to get to his badly wounded father. Soon it was too late, the cat stepped away from Lionheart and lunged at his mother. Speckledleaf screeched flailed at the beast fiercely. Batpaw charged at the cat, but was swatted away like a fly. He was hardly to his paws before his mother's cries faded. She was gone. Horrified and numb, Batpaw stood shivering as the cat brushed past him, not sparing the thin cat a single glance.

Behind him, his Lionheart gasped. Batpaw jumped and hurried over to him. There was a lot of blood flowing from his neck. Batpaw feebly pressed his paws on the wound. His father murmured some barely audible words. Batpaw heard "I love you" and "Beware" but beyond that he had no luck deciphering the message.

Batpaw returned to camp a broken soul, aware of the cruel ways of the world. He tried to numb himself to the tragedy that had befallen him, but Ravenclaw would not allow it. He berated Batpaw for being too weak to defend his family and told him that his father was more pathetic for failing as well. Furious, Batpaw threw himself into training, determined to prove Ravenclaw wrong. Batpaw became a proficient fighter even before he had the body to back it up. For good measure, Ravenclaw taught him how to fight in the dark as well, taught him to fight even if he was blind as a bat. He also trained Batpaw how to fight in the mush of the rain and the heights of the trees.

Batpaw never had much patience for hunting, his mind was always on other things, but he was not terrible at it. It was during this time that Batpaw began to realize that the cat who attacked his parents could not have acted on his own. He began investigating the case in whatever spare moment he could find.

He overcame his fear and returned to the two-leg place. Batpaw questioned every kittypet and loner that he could find, but few had seen the cat he described and those that did insisted that he didn't live around the area. Upon accompanying the Medicine Cat to Mothermouth, as required by all apprentices before they can become warriors, Batpaw paid a short visit to the Loner's Barn. He asked again about the cat responsible for the deaths of his parents. This time he was informed that the cat was part of a group of terrible cats that wandered through from time to time. They had left a few moons ago, but when they were last at the Loner's Barn one of the loner's had seen a massive black cat talking to the cat that Batpaw had described. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Batpaw asked no more.

Even while he enveloped himself in Ravenclaw's training, steadily mastered the skills that were given to him, Batpaw never lost memory of his father. He wanted to be a strong good cat, follow the Warrior Code and carry out StarClan's will. But his dedication to his father's morals upset Ravenclaw to no end, and he threatened to not allow him to have a warrior name until his morals were relinquished.

It was in that moment, in that threat, that the last piece of his greatest mystery fell into place. Ravenclaw had ordered the murder of his parents. Whoever that cat was didn't matter, it was all Ravenclaw's doing! In a fit of fury, Batpaw attacked his mentor but had clearly forgotten who was more skilled. He was 13 moons old at the time and much larger and stronger than he used to be. The two had a fairly even match, but Ravenclaw was different, brutal and ruthless. He pinned Batpaw to the ground with a claw on his throat and hissed that he was worthless. The noise of their battle had carried to a hunting patrol and Ravenclaw heard their approach. After a long moment of thought, Ravenclaw released his apprentice and fled. Batpaw explained all that had happened to the Clan.

Batflight spent many moons attempting to live a normal life. He flirted with she-cats and became a rather productive member of the Clan. He tried to be everything his father was, honest and kind and loyal. But every day he spent like that felt like a lie. In truth, he was very bitter about the death of his parents and even more so with his inability to avenge them. By the time he was ready for his first apprentice, he had already become more of a solemn brooding cat.


One day he ran into Firestripe as she was tearing through camp. She was very upset and informed him that she had lost track of her son, Nightkit. Batflight had been assigned to a hunting patrol at the time, but assured her that he would keep an eye out for him. He was bothered the entire patrol, wondering where the kit might be. Although he kept his eyes and ears wide open for him, there wasn't the slightest sign, no pawprints. At least, there were none in the area that he was hunting in. He returned to the camp and was surprised to find that Nightkit was still missing and now his parents had vanished as well. Batflight agreed to lead a patrol to find them. Having hunted on one side of the forest, Batflight led the patrol on the other half. When the search party began to near the Thunderpath Batflight was certain that they had lost their trail, but then the scent of blood grazed his nose just below the burning stench of Thunderpath. Batflight beckoned the patrol with his tail. They discovered the broken and twisted bodies of Nightkit's parents. It was a shock for everyone, but Batflight shoved his horror away to search for Nightkit who was not among his parent's bodies. He soon located the kit in a nearby tree and climbed up to get him. Batflight comforted the traumatized kit as best he could and returned him to the nursery, feeling a strong sense of Deja Vu.

A few days later, Batflight was informed by the leader that he was the only suitable mentor left for the sullen and broken kit. Despite his earlier assertions, Batflight became very much the cat that his mentor was. He was very harsh. He accepted no excuses from Nightpaw and expected only the best for him. Yet at the same time he was protective, always watching out for Nightpaw even when he wasn't looking. He watched as his apprentice became more open, confident, and witty. His sense of humor even forced a smile out of Batflight every once in a while. The day Nightpaw became Nightwing was a proud day indeed. He felt as if he was watching his own son be presented to the Clan as a mature, responsible, warrior.

Nearly four seasons after Nightwing became a warrior, Batflight was presented with a more difficult task. A troubled youth by the name of Redkit had reached apprentice age. The Clan Leader asked if Batflight would be up to this task, He assured the leader that he was and was given the apprentice Redpaw. Redpaw proved to be a more difficult apprentice than Nightwing had ever been. He was argumentative, disobedient, and short-tempered. He actually reminded Batflight quite a bit of Ravenclaw. But as the moons passed, and Batflight's methods of discipline became harsher, Redpaw learned to restrain himself. They started to talk and slowly come to understand each other. Redpaw didn't agree with everything that Batflight believed and knowing that made it difficult for Batflight to give up on Redpaw as an apprentice. But in the end, they had learned to respect each other and Batflight had to trust that Redpaw would do the right thing (with a little guidance from Nightwing).

Batflight declined taking on another apprentice for a while. He was trying to get his own life together again. He passed the time solving problems for his friends and his Clan, but he tried to garden a social life as well. Strangely, a small red-kit stumbled into that social life. Robinkit was a bright curious cat who loved to listen to Batflight's stories. He was also rather nosy and determined to fix himself into Batflight's life. Batflight, worried that being near him would somehow corrupt Robinkit's happy life, declined to formally be his mentor but that did not stop Redpaw from coming to Batflight constantly for advice and tips in training.

Meanwhile, Batflight had finally met a she-cat who seemed to be his match. She was clever, beautiful, and skilled in combat. The problem was that she was not a Clan Cat. His father would have disapproved, but then maybe he wouldn't have. His parents had always wanted him to be happy too. His affair with her was on and off. She traveled a lot with a group of cats that she refused to introduce him too. But despite their brief passionate meetings, Batflight was quite convinced he was in love with her. Until one day he discovered a terrible secret about her. The more she revealed, the more their differences were clear. Batflight tried to change her mind, tried to convince her that her way of life was wrong. He wanted her to straighten up and join ThunderClan, even though he knew it would be a fight to get the approval of his leader. But she refused to change and they had a solemn mutual break up. There was however, a small complication in their splitting up. Something that she wanted him to keep in remembrance of her. Determined to keep and protect what she had given him, he asked a favor of an old friend, resigned to never see his lover again.

Shortly after that he became a father. Although he had a fondness of Kestrelflower as a kind and gentle cat, he did not love her in quite the same way. Their son, Shadekit, was already proving to be quite a handful and Batflight is determined to be the one that mentors him.



immediate kin
» mate: Many/Open
» sons: Shadekit
» daughters: None[/ul]
extended kin

[/b] Lionheart
» mother: Speckledleaf
» brothers: None
» sisters: None

» honorary sons: Bluebird, Redfang, Robinpaw
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W H I T E S T O R M

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[/b] seventh
»clan: WindClan
» age: 60 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status:Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open

» description: large white tom with vibrant green eyes.[/ul]
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[/b] Whitestorm is a large tom of heavy build. He's not particularly tall actually, one or two inches above average height. His thickness used to be completely muscle in fur. You'll never get him to admit it, but he's actually getting a bet of a gut. His legs are still in good shape, thick and powerful. His size prevents him from being the swiftest of cats, but he can make decent time if he puts his back into it. His long white fur is a huge disadvantage in terms of stealth, but out on the moor he doesn't usually bother with it. He has a rough patch of fur on his shoulder, beneath it is a scar from his battle with his father. It still hurts sometimes, but Whitestorm believes it's a phantom pain.

The natural slope of his face is sharp, from his wide forehead to the pointed tip of his nose. His pale eyes often look dull with boredom or calm. Yet when they flash angrily, the angle of his face makes him look all the more intimidating. His pink nose is a sharp contrast to his white face. His ears are large and pointed, flashing a pale pink in the sunlight.

» personality: Calm, Controlled, Intimidating, Fixer-of-All-Problems-for-the-Right-Price, Loyal

Beneath the calm exterior, this cat is a tortured soul. He's seen a lot of cruel things and has done a few himself. Still, the passing moons have hardened his shell. He doesn't dwell on what he's done often and he certainly never talks about it.

He's a cat in strict control of his emotions, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't smile, or joke, or laugh. It means that he is usually very calm, not easily excited and definitely not really looking for excitement. He loves his small family a great deal, despite his daughter's estrangement. Whitestorm especially fond of his granddaughter. He likes to talk and play with her in his spare time.

Within the Clan, he's the cat that you can come to for anything. He's well trained in hunting and fighting, and even has experience pulling rescue missions. He's generally patient and friendly with his clanmates, but he is not a cat that you want to cross.

Outside the Clan, Whitestorm has other things going on. He's willing to do certain jobs for certain cats in need of that sort of thing. There's more than his size that's intimidating. He's every bit the tough cat that he appears to be. Not above getting his claws a little bloody if he gets the job done. He keeps this part of himself as far from his family as possible, though some of his clanmates can sense that he's not the teddy bear that he appears to be. And others who have required his services know very well not to discuss their business ever again.

Whitestorm answers to three people only: his leader, his deputy, and a mysterious cat that stops by the loner barn every once in a while.

» background:
Whitekit was born in a litter of three in early leaf-bare. His father was a large tom and not nearly the teddy bear that his sweet, gentle, flower of a mother had assumed him to be. Bigclaw was often angry and impatient, despite the fact that he always took food to his queen and kits himself. In truth, he did it out of jealousy and desire to control Lilystripe. When Bigclaw spent "quality time" with his kits, he demanded total silence. The slightest noise would result in a swat in the mouth. Once, Whitekit's brother had to go to the nursery because their father had struck him. Whitekit was a kind and gentle soul, so while his siblings were aiming to be tough like their father, Whitekit was struggling just to survive. His mother was especially protective of him, trying to instill in him the manners and respect that his father should have had.

Whitepaw was larger than the average young apprentice and he was only growing bigger. He had a decent mentor, a she-cat in fact, who also despised his father and strode to teach Whitepaw to b better. Whitepaw was a hard worker, a dedicated learner. He took to battle training like a fish to water despite his gentle disposition. He was a fairly good hunter when he was younger despite his size, he had strong young legs. But he only grew slower with age. When he hunted, he wasn't not usually aiming for rabbits.

Mid-way through his apprenticeship, Lilystripe had another litter, a bigger one. Whitepaw watched as his father grew more and more brutal towards their family. Despite his level of restraint, Whitepaw found himself compelled to do something. He wasn't quite his father's size but he was nearing it, and he was younger. When Whitepaw saw Bigclaw strike his mother in the face, he acted not out of passion, but out of a firm desire to put an end of this mouse-dung. He tackled Bigclaw with unsheathed claws. The fight was long and brutal. Their clanmates were scared to interfere. The leader at the time, who had been well aware of the family's situation for a while and decided that this was indeed the best way to manage it. Whitepaw climbed off his father on his own and stood in front of his mother and siblings.

"If you ever touch my mother or siblings again, you won't be walking away."

Bigclaw hissed and limped away, forced to live with the shame of being beaten by his apprentice aged son. The kits started to cheer but Lilystripe silenced them, horrified by Whitepaw's capacity for violence. Whitepaw looked at her, hurt to see that she was afraid of him, and walked away.

His mentor made no secret of her disappointment that he had severely injured his father. She insisted that he could have found another way. The fight had changed Whitepaw's perspective however. It served as a loss of innocence. He was good at fighting, and he had protected the cats that he loved through it. For the remainder of his apprenticeship, Whitepaw was the model cat.

Whitestorm spent a majority of his time outside of the camp on patrols. He kept busy and made himself useful. One night out on patrol, he caught the scent of strangers on WindClan territory. The trail led to the loner barn but it didn't smell like any loners he was familiar with. Under the leader's orders, he took a small patrol to the loner barn to check it out and deliver a warning. He had not expected to meet a small group of well-built travelers. These strangers looked and acted like well-seasoned warriors, and in his curiosity, Whitestorm stayed to chat with them, especially their leader. He looked like a cat that would make a dangerous enemy, yer he seemed polite open and honest. They settled the border dispute easily and Whitestorm went on his way.

Eventually, Whtiestorm's clanmates stopped being afraid of him. He had a rather normal social life, with close friends and good relationships with his siblings. There came the day when his mother finally thanked him for protecting her from Bigclaw. Lilystripe still seemed to care for his father and Whitestorm was worried about that, but for the good of her kits she stayed away from him.

Whitestorm had never given much thought to being a father himself until his love came along. She was a delicate petite she cat by the name of Cloudheart. It took him a while to figure out how she felt about him, but once he did he pulled out all the stops, long walks on the moonlit moor, meals together, even the occasional flower. It wasn't long before they had their first litter. Whitestorm could not be prouder of the litter of two. He spent all the time he could at the nursery and was never the way that his father had been. His family was more than his heart, each of them were a piece of his very soul.

He didn't have the fortune of mentoring his own kits, at the time they were of age he already had one. Whitestorm was a patient mentor but he didn't tolerate laziness. They worked all day, but when they returned to camp, the night was their own. However, during this time, his son and his son's mentor were part of a hunting patrol that encountered a fox. His son had been caught off guard, maimed before the patrol even knew what happened. He was carried back to camp where his injuries were treated as best they could be.Whitestorm never left his side, but his son passed that very evening from internal injuries. Whitestorm spent the next few days comforting his only daughter and Cloudheart. He secretly blamed his son's mentor for not keeping a closer watch on him and as a result he became very protective of his daughter.

Like clockwork, there was yet another report of strange scents at the border. Whitestorm volunteered to take care of it again, thinking it might help rid some of his frustration over his son's death. Whitestorm was not at all surprised to discover that it was the same group of traveling loners the first time and this time made a firmer press for them to make a wide skirt around WindClan whenever they came to the Loner Barn. The leader of these cats surprised Whitestorm by informing him that they had been doing that already. They had left their scent this time for him. Intrigued, Whitestorm listened to their offer. The leader cat desired Whitestorm to join their their group, permanently. Whitestorm swiftly declined due to his family. But he did agree to help the loner's in passing, so long as they stayed off WindClan territory and didn't cause trouble for his Clan. They also agreed to meet regularly, though far between, in order to keep their scent off WindClan.

Whitestorm returned home and operated as a normal warrior for quite a while after that, doing odd jobs for the loner group every once in a while. Fetching information, and collecting medicinal herbs for their injured. Never often, never much. And as far as his Clan was concerned he remained a loyal and proud warrior of WindClan.

A few moons later, Cloudheart vanished. Whitestorm had his suspicions but he was forced to keep it to himself. He met with the loner group and questioned them about it, but the leader sounded sympathetic and did not seem to know anything about it. A few days after that meeting, Cloudheart was found washed up on Sunning Rocks. She had apparently fallen into the gorge. There were rumors that she had thrown herself off, but she and Whitestorm had been very happy. Whitestorm would never believe she had thrown herself over.

In his depression, he gave some serious consideration to the offer of joining the loner group and moving on. He wasn't sure exactly what he would be expected to do, but did it really matter? What stopped him from leaving was the news that his daughter was pregnant. His daughter was a little bitter over Cloudheart's death, convinced that her father had something to do with it. Still, Whitestorm would not leave his little she-cat to raise a kit all alone. So he stayed through the pregnancy and the birth and ended up just staying in general to watch his granddaughter grow up.

The disappearance of StarClan has caused Whitestorm some disease. What made him more uneasy was Hazelstar's sudden "gift". He's not too eager to change and it looks like a lot is headed his way. Still, he's committed to remaining and serving his clan as best he can. After all, he's grown fond of Hazelstar as a leader. She reminds him of his mother.


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immediate kin

[/b] Open
» sons: None
» daughters: One, playable[/ul]
extended kin

[/b] Bigclaw (deceased)
» mother: Lilystripe

» brothers: Open
» sisters: Open

» granddaughter: One, open

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T W I S T E D C L A W

need to know

[/b] Fourth
»clan: ShadowClan
» age: 24 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open

» description: small brown tabby tom with white chest and paws and pale green eyes.[/ul]

deeper

[/b] Twistedclaw is the smallest of his litter. His size is made up for by close packed muscles. His leg muscles are especially impressive. He has not an ounce of fat on his body, and it's certainly not from lack of eating. He has a firm middle, narrow chest, and broad shoulders. He's a tabby. He has a pelt that is three shades of brown. A splotch of white stretches from his chin to his chest front like a glacier. Each of his paws is dipped white as frost. His tabby markings are inky black stripes like a shadow’s claw marks. He has pale green eyes, bright with a fierce desire to live, sharp with murderous intent, and marked with soul-less pupils. His claws are very long, not literally twisted. He has rough brown pads underpaw. He has a normal-sized tail, which is oddly big on his small frame, white-tipped. White hair grows out of his rounded ears. On his short muzzle, sits a dark pink nose. He has several battle marks, but the most noticeable is the nick on his tail. The one that pains him most is the slash mark running from the base of his tail to his upper-throat, earned in his battle as an apprentice. This is not usually visible unless his fur is matted down from rain.

» personality:Now, there are many rumors about the horrible things that ShadowClan cats do. Unfortunately, Twistedclaw is the nightmare that proves those rumors could be true and spurns new ones. He is a rather merciless cat towards other Clans, towards non-kin, and especially to any cat above the age of six moons. He has no sympathy for trespassers, whatever their reason, and will give any cat daring to cross the border a good clawing just for the sake of it. He’s not a cat above torturing for information, leader’s permission or not. Most importantly, he is not a cat above killing. The only thing standing between a death blow and his enemy is a brother’s word.

Ever the bad boy, Twistedclaw is rarely expected to actually work outside of battle. Even the Leader seems reluctant to give him direct orders, better to address all three siblings at once. Only moons ago, Twistedclaw outright refused to help repair damaged dens, or go hunting, or on patrol. He liked to do what he wanted on his time, and if any cat had a problem with it they could kiss his twisted ass, his brothers being the exception to that rule. Twistedclaw pays close attention to his brother Lizardeye, the brains of the litter. He's easily influenced by his either of his brothers' opinions.

He's the best fighter of the bunch though and good with battle strategy. He's very aggressive, but respectful of cats who give him a good battle (Not many of them live to be respected). Strangely enough, despite his outspokenness and boldness, he's bashful around she-cats. Most importantly, he believes that StarClan exists...He just doesn't care about them. Hazelstar's abolishment of StarClan worship has not bothered him in the least. He does stick to the Warrior Code, though he "forgets" that he doesn't have to kill his rivals in battle.


» background: This will be about the same thing for all of the brothers. Twistedkit, Lizardkit, and Snakekit were all born in the same litter. Snakekit was named for his tail, Lizardkit was named for his fur. But their mother could never explain Twistedkit's name. "It just seemed to fit." she'd reply when asked. The kits, being Newleaf born, suffered little hardship. They were all very rough when playing. And, most importantly, they were all very close.

All three were apprenticed at once. Though their mentors trained them separately, they always came together during freetime or chores. They fended off a fox (a young one) together once. They also fought in Clan battles as one single entity. Lizardpaw the brains, Snakepaw the taunter, and Twistedpaw the muscle, they were unbeatable. This battle plan has withstood the test of time.

When the time came for them to receive their warrior names, they got into their first ever fight. It was over the warrior code, which was hard to believe because they all seemed so dedicated to it. The rest of the Clan never got the details. It was only a few days after the ceremony when they came together again. From that day on they were inseparable. They hunted together, went on patrols together, and fought together.

StarClan went "missing" just as the three of them became Warriors. Although Lizardeye was mildly curious, he decided it wasn't worth investigating since he didn't have the resources to. Snaketail was more interested in the social implications of StarClan's absence, the divisions it caused within the Clan and what would happen to the Warrior Code. Twistedclaw gave little thought to StarClan in the first place and was thus unaffected by the change.

As of late, Snaketail has been up to some rather shady business. Late nights out about once a moon, meeting some strange cats. Mostly out of interest in getting a foothold in a possibly growing power, but at the moment it's not too big a deal. He's debating whether or not to approach Hazelstar about it but he wouldn't want to waste his leader's time. Lizardeye insists that what they've stumbled upon could be big, while Twistedclaw is mostly interested in expanding his list of battle moves.

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immediate kin

[/b] Open
» sons: None
» daughters: None.[/ul]

extended kin

[/b] Open
» mother: Open

» brothers: Lizardeye, Snaketail
» sisters: None

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L I Z A R D E Y E

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[/b] six
»clan: ShadowClan
» age: 24 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open

» description: brown tabby tom with green eyes[/ul]

deeper

[/b] He is a dark tabby tom, like his brothers. He is a fair sized cat, though only medium in terms of his brother. He's slightly shorter in height than Snaketail, but he's just as thin. He definitely doesn't have the same muscular as Twistedclaw so he's definitely between, an average warrior cat, not built for fighting as much as stealth. His fur is a bright honey-like brown, marked by many long dark brown stripes. His fur texture is short and bristly.

He is known for his piercing jade green eyes for which he is named(His warrior suffix). He has excellent vision and is extremely observant. His ears are tall and pointed. His hearing is not his strongest sense, but he makes up for that by focusing it whn necessary. His nose is dark pink, outlined with black. His sense of smell is about average, not especially keen. He has a white patch from his mouth to his throat, a flash of white in the night. He has a long thin tail with a black tip. There's a bald nick on the tail from an old fox bite. Long white whiskers sprout from around his nose and above his eyebrows. His paws are white with brown pads that are unusually soft.

» personality:
Lizardeye is an almost silent cat. He is the brains of the family and he is very observant. His brothers would never make a major decision without him. Lizardeye considers all possibilities. He always chooses words carefully. He's quiet, but very sure of himself. He walks with confident steps and his head is held high. He is a "good cat", in terms that he has been loyal to his Clan. The warrior code, he does question it, but keeps it to himself. As for StarClan, he doesn't see how else it would be possible for a leader to have nine lives as opposed to a warrior's single one without the existence of StarClan. He was curious about the supposed disappearance of their warrior ancestors but since he is neither a Medicine Cat nor a leader, he feels that he does not have the resources to solve the problem himself. It's a better use of his time to work on problems in the forest below. Hazelstar's "abolishing belief in StarClan" is of no further concern to him than a natural curiosity for how these events came about.

Despite the tight pact with his brothers, Lizardeye always seems distant. He's not close to any cat in particular, not since Dapplepelt. His eyes are often glazed with cold intensity, as if he looks right through surrounding cats, unless he's angry. Then they're deep and cutting at whoever he looks at.

» background: This will be about the same thing for all of the brothers. Twistedkit, Lizardkit, and Snakekit were all born in the same litter. Snakekit was named for his tail, Lizardkit was named for his fur. But their mother could never explain Twistedkit's name. "It just seemed to fit." she'd reply when asked. The kits, being Newleaf born, suffered little hardship. They were all very rough when playing. And, most importantly, they were all very close.

All three were apprenticed at once. Though their mentors trained them separately, they always came together during freetime or chores. They fended off a fox (a young one) together once. They also fought in Clan battles as one single entity. Lizardpaw the brains, Snakepaw the taunter, and Twistedpaw the muscle, they were unbeatable. This battle plan has withstood the test of time.

When the time came for them to receive their warrior names, they got into their first ever fight. It was over the warrior code, which was hard to believe because they all seemed so dedicated to it. The rest of the Clan never got the details. It was only a few days after the ceremony when they came together again. From that day on they were inseparable. They hunted together, went on patrols together, and fought together.

Lizardeye fell in love with Dapplepelt shortly after becoming a warrior. He'd never seen her too often, because of his brothers, but when he started noticing her, he fell hard. He began avoiding his brothers in order to spend time with her. Snaketail seemed to understand better than Twistedclaw for some reason (hint, hint). She seemed to feel the same for him, so it was only logical that nothing would get in the way. But, Dapplepelt was brave and headstrong. Always quick and reckless in battle. She was killed, but Lizardeye never found out who was responsible. He became very cold and distant after that day. He refused to speak with his brothers about it. And he focused his brains on advancing ShadowClan.

StarClan went "missing" just as the three of them became Warriors. Although Lizardeye was mildly curious, he decided it wasn't worth investigating since he didn't have the resources to. Snaketail was more interested in the social implications of StarClan's absence, the divisions it caused within the Clan and what would happen to the Warrior Code. Twistedclaw gave little thought to StarClan in the first place and was thus unaffected by the change.

As of late, Snaketail has been up to some rather shady business. Late nights out about once a moon, meeting some strange cats. Mostly out of interest in getting a foothold in a possibly growing power, but at the moment it's not too big a deal. He's debating whether or not to approach Hazelstar about it but he wouldn't want to waste his leader's time. Lizardeye insists that what they've stumbled upon could be big, while Twistedclaw is mostly interested in expanding his list of battle moves.

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immediate kin

[/b] Open
» sons: None
» daughters: None.[/ul]

extended kin

[/b] Open
» mother: Open

» brothers: Twistedclaw, Snaketail
» sisters: None

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S N A K E T A I L

need to know

[/b] seven
»clan: ShadowClan
» age: 24 moons
» gender: Tom
» rank: Warrior
» status: Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Open

» description: brown tabby tom with green eyes[/ul]

deeper

[/b] Snaketail is a considerably darker brown then his brothers. He's the biggest, but mostly in height, due to his admirably long and elegant legs. He stands at about 11 inches from head to toe, only slightly taller than the average cat. His body is thin with lean rippling muscles operating beneath the long and full tabby fur. Because he's not built for speed, he has had to train hard to build up his fighting style of swift and powerful attacks. His movements are jaunty. His mouth has a single splotch of white, which blossoms down his chest and kisses each of his four paws. His tail is a bit longer than his legs, full fluffy, and distinctly striped in a snake-like pattern. He has no battle scars that can be seen over his fur. His claws are pearly white. The pads under his paws are pink and soft. His face is soft looking as well, all curves with facial muscles and bones melting smoothly into a soft innocent tom face. He has fairly long whiskers, usually wilting downward. His nose is a rosy pink. Most awe-inspiring are his round wide amber eyes bright and passionate all at once, enshrouded by the darkest of his pale tabby markings.


» personality:Of all three of his brothers, he is the most socially comfortable. He's a master orator. He can be cool and casual one second, then passionate and outspoken the next. His wording and manner are elegant, but not too uptight. His sarcasm is that of stingingly truthful venom, so it’s best not to invoke it. Snaketail has always had a deep love for his clanmates, especially his brothers. He's on fair terms with all the cats in his clans and has considerable influence over his clanmates. However, there is always a mysterious air about him. Snaketail is committed to his Clan and the warrior code. But that doesn't mean he can't be manipulative in order to help he and his brothers succeed. He's quite cunning, but he allows Lizardeye to do the major planning and decision making. Then, Snaketail effectively voices his brother's concern for the Clan to the leader.

In battle, he believes in straightforward fighting. Frontal blows and facing his opponents head on. Mercy is not an unheard of concept for him and he respects his enemies that put up a good battle, whether they flee or die at his claws.

They work hard but then they get to play. With almost kit-like hobbies, such as tossing moss balls, or flinging mud, or chasing each other under the darkness of ShadowClan’s night, Snaketail manages to forget for even just a moment, the weight of the forest and the Warrior Code.


» background: This will be about the same thing for all of the brothers. Twistedkit, Lizardkit, and Snakekit were all born in the same litter. Snakekit was named for his tail, Lizardkit was named for his fur. But their mother could never explain Twistedkit's name. "It just seemed to fit." she'd reply when asked. The kits, being Newleaf born, suffered little hardship. They were all very rough when playing. And, most importantly, they were all very close.

All three were apprenticed at once. Though their mentors trained them separately, they always came together during freetime or chores. They fended off a fox (a young one) together once. They also fought in Clan battles as one single entity. Lizardpaw the brains, Snakepaw the taunter, and Twistedpaw the muscle, they were unbeatable. This battle plan has withstood the test of time.

When the time came for them to receive their warrior names, they got into their first ever fight. It was over the warrior code, which was hard to believe because they all seemed so dedicated to it. The rest of the Clan never got the details. It was only a few days after the ceremony when they came together again. From that day on they were inseparable. They hunted together, went on patrols together, and fought together.

StarClan went "missing" just as the three of them became Warriors. Although Lizardeye was mildly curious, he decided it wasn't worth investigating since he didn't have the resources to. Snaketail was more interested in the social implications of StarClan's absence, the divisions it caused within the Clan and what would happen to the Warrior Code. Twistedclaw gave little thought to StarClan in the first place and was thus unaffected by the change.

As of late, Snaketail has been up to some rather shady business. Late nights out about once a moon, meeting some strange cats. Mostly out of interest in getting a foothold in a possibly growing power, but at the moment it's not too big a deal. He's debating whether or not to approach Hazelstar about it but he wouldn't want to waste his leader's time. Lizardeye insists that what they've stumbled upon could be big, while Twistedclaw is mostly interested in expanding his list of battle moves.

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immediate kin

[/b] Open
» sons: None
» daughters: None.[/ul]

extended kin

[/b] Open
» mother: Open

» brothers: Twistedclaw, Lizardeye
» sisters: None

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D U S T K I T

need to know

[/b] Eight
»clan: WindClan
» age: 4 moons.
» gender: Tom
» rank: kit
» status:Healthy
» mentor/apprentice: Needed Soon

» description: Thin brown tabby with green eyes.[/ul]

deeper

[/b] 200 words, at least.

» personality: Laid-Back. Slow. Happy. Cool. Self-Destructive
200 words, at least.

» background: Dustkit was a thin little kitten born in early Greenleaf.He had two siblings, a brother and a sister. His brother was born with weak, fragile legs and a speech impediment. His parents feared that Dustkit's brother would never be an apprentice, let alone a warrior. Through practice, and Dustkit's encouragement, his brother's future looked more hopeful. His sister was born small and plump. She was so quiet that some cats worried that she might be a mute, leaving Dustkit to be the only "normal" kit in the litter.

However, even as a normal kit, Dustkit was still a grave disappointment to his parents. His father, a genius in his own right, attempted to pass on his knowledge Dustkit, but Dustkit proved to be uninterested. Mistaking his son's lack of interest for stupidity, his father addressed him accordingly, insulting his son constantly and pointing out his faults, while treating Dustkit's crippled brother and silent sister like angels.

His mother, Skyheart was no less disappointed. Although she loved Dustkit dearly, she began to worry about his moral sense, or lack thereof. Dustkit saw nothing wrong with Palestar being worshiped. He also saw nothing wrong with stealing another cat's prey, or taking the easy way out of chores. He didn't even seem interested in becoming a warrior or a Medicine Cat. Ashamed that her son didn't have any aspirations and seemed well on his way to being a thief, Skyheart shunned him as well.

Left to himself most of the time, Dustkit began seeking out cats who shared his sentiment that being a warrior wasn't the greatest thing in the world and it certainly wasn't the only thing. But he found few that weren't completely brainwashed. On top of that, he needed a new father figure. His hunt for one was not active, but rather subconscious. He had been so trampled on by his father's words that he felt as though he were nothing at all. He sought out a cat who could tell him otherwise.
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immediate kin

[/b] Jane
» sons: Brock
» daughters: if any.[/ul]

extended kin

[/b] Mr. White
» mother: Skyheart

» brothers: Walter Junior
» sisters: Holly

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