the exchequer

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t h u n d e r c l a n:

⊱ tigerstar | leader | 39 moons | male | peru

r i v e r c l a n:

⊱ dewleaf | warrior | 18 moons | female | darkkhaki

s h a d o w c l a n:

⊱ darkflower | warrior | 30 moons | female | 1E003C
⊱ blackfeather| warrior | 30 moons | female | 380918

w i n d c l a n:

⊱ mothpaw | apprentice | 11 moons | female | aliceblue

t o t a l:

⊱ male total | 1
⊱ female total | 3
⊱ net total | 3

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l i l y f u r

need to know

[/b] six
» clan: ThunderClan
» age: 24 moons
» gender: female
» rank: apprentice
» status: SpoiledSweet
» mentor/apprentice: ??

» description: beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes[/ul]
deeper

[/b] beautiful, statuesque, radiant, tall, slim, elegant, queenly

Beauty has always been paramount to Lilyfur, whose extraordinary looks are unmistakeable. Tall, willowy and adorned with richly coloured fur, her lithe figure is highly desirable, though her slender limbs are not much suited for hard work and fighting. She is a statuesque cat who is used to being taller than most she-cats, though her confidence and imposing stature mean this has never been seen as a negative for her. She is without a doubt a lovely sight to behold, taking immense pride in her semi-long silky fur, a spotless coat of perfectly groomed mix of reds, blacks and white. In such a young cat Lilyfur's queenly bearing can easily be taken as arrogance, however, since she has a history of excessive vanity and pride.


» personality: fun-loving, charming, cheeky, clever, confident, witty, flippant



» background:

"No! Dewkit! Don't play with that, it's for the elders!"

Born in a time of plenty, Dewkit had the best possible start to life. She never went hungry and the nursery had many kits for her to play with, though she had no brothers or sisters of her own. She was a very happy, healthy little kit, eager to bounce around and play very enthusiastically - so enthusiastically, in fact, that she once managed to shred the nest belonging to someone else's mother, which did not go down too well. Her own mother, having thought she would have an easy time raising just one little kit with a sweet, angelic face, ended up completely exhausted by her sole daughter's antics. Dewkit's father, a genial, witty and fun-loving tom, took immense pride in his daughter's rather extraordinary ability to stir up chaos like no other. Her father was her hero: to her he was a giant, a provider, a hilarious playmate. Her mother too shared a close relationship with her, and her bond with her parents would last all her life.

"Hi, I'm Dewkit. D'you want to play with me?"

Early on, Dewkit made an acquaintance which would ultimately shape her life forever. Lonely in the nursery without siblings, she was therefore quickly keen to branch out among the other kits, and among them she found her first and dearest friend. Silverkit, a shy, yet endearing little tom kit from the other litter, became the object of Dewkit's delighted affection, whether he wanted to or not. She quickly took over the running of both their daily lives, orchestrating a mad rush of ambitious and completely ridiculous schemes. Both Dewkit and Silverkit's mothers were exasperated as one escape attempt after the other was foiled, and countless pieces of moss ended up exploded all over the nursery. Yet the two kits had the time of their lives. Playing, screaming, running, tussling and shrieking summed up their days in the nursery, and it was a friendship set to last.

Of course, all good things come to an end and soon it was time to leave the nursery, but Dewkit didn't mind, since she was about to become an apprentice. At six moons she was given her mentor, finally allowed to roam around, learning to hunt and fight. Her mentor was a grumpy, sarcastic old tom with a heart of gold underneath the grouchy exterior, and they hit it off at once. Dewpaw, a vibrant bubble fo excitement, constantly exasperated and amused Rockpelt, who, though fond of the youngster, realised the alarming task he had at hand. For Dewpaw, despite her good nature and eagerness, was not an easy student to teach. Easily distracted, forgetful and rather scatter-brained, she hit more than a few bumps in the road in her training, such that she at times despaired of ever completing her training.

"look, I've trained bigger idiots than you, Dewpaw, so stop your worrying"

Dewpaw was about to undergo six moons of hard slog, her mentor's already frayed patience tested as he put in a herculean effort to get her ready to be a warrior. In addition to this concern was growing tension with ThunderClan in the absence of StarClan's voice, but Dewpaw could scarcely afford to worry about that as well as her barrage of extra training sessions. Silverpaw was crucial to her during this period, being her one source of fun and relaxation during the stressful and fraught period of forgetting all her battle moves, blowing her hunts and generally making a nuisance of herself breaking things and pulling on elders' fur when she had to de-louse them. There were good times, of course, and Dewpaw took great glee in playing practical jokes on various cats in the Clan. But without a doubt it was a difficult six moons for everyone involved in her training.

Dewpaw's parents were also important in getting her through it - all through her apprenticeship they supported and encouraged her, even when she was convinced her clumsiness, daydreaming and general disorganisation would prevent her from ever making it as a decent warrior. Yet despite her own doubts, Rockpelt was certain there were the makings of a sharp warrior in her, and so he never stopped pushing her and chiding her when she gave up too soon, and as a result after a lot of work, she was finally ready to take her warrior test. A test, however, which she very nearly failed, but nonetheless in the nick of time, she proved herself ready to become a warrior along with Silverpaw.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Silverstripe"

The newly made Dewleaf (she thinks the leader must have had a deep sense of irony to give her such a gentle suffix) was jubilant. For days she was seen with a permanent manic grin, and she was on top of the world. Thirteen moons old and full of hope, she was all set to defend her Clan from the forest threat, resurrect StarClan's lost voice and conquer the world all in one night. Of course, she calmed down a bit after this and settled into a happy routine in warriorhood, passing most of her days with Silverstripe at her side. Yet naturally, as the teenage moons hit them, they experienced certain changes in their relationship. While still best friends, there was suddenly the distinct thrum of something that might lead to something else entirely. They've taken a few steps out of the realm of brother and sister, but they're hesitant.

Their friendship is too much to risk.


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immediate kin

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

[/b] Lionheart
» mother: robinfeather

» brothers: ---
» sisters: ---[/ul]

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Stormtooth. He's svelte. He's sleek. He's clever.

OK, so he's also rotten, manipulative, selfish and a tad creepy. And likely to be in cahoots with the likes of Birchclaw.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve an owner too!

So I know I've asked virtually everyone in... well, in the world, but come on, you know you want a bad boy cruel father figure, complete with three daughters to mess up some more. >8|

Stormtooth . male . grey and white . ShadowClan . 50+ moons . starclan believer . father of Blackfeather, Darkflower and Brightpool.

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Check out their histories to see a bit more about their backstory, but in a nutshell Stormtooth's a ruthless dynast who's killed his mate, forced his middle daughter to mate with some old dude and totally ditched his youngest.

So yeah. Nice guy.