Speckle's Kitties

[~*Speckles*~]

MY THUNDERCLANNERS

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Name: Specklestripe

Rank: Warrior

Gender: Tom

Age: 25 moons

History: Specklestripe used to live as a loner. He had one sister, and his parents disappeared when they were very young. His sister, Snowshoe, and he fended for themselves for a while. Specklestripe really was not enjoying his loner life, he was a cat that needed rules to live by. He finally gave into his urges and joined ThunderClan. He begged his sister to come, for she too was a rule-lover, but found that she had secretly made a friend with a WindClan cat and actually tried to persuade him to join that clan instead. But once Specklestripe has made his mind up about something he goes through with it, unfortunately Snowshoe was just as stubborn and they parted on very bad terms.

Physical Description: Specklestripe is rather small, but he is very very compact and muscular. He is a very light brown color with darker speckles in a stripe down his back. The stripe starts on his nose, goes down his back, and then covers his entire tail. He has stunning gold eyes and long white whiskers. His nose is pink and he has huge paws and is a very fast runner and climber.

Personality: Specklestripe is fairly playful, with his own clan that is. He is very protective of his clan and extremely hostile to outsiders. He is very determined and thoughtful. he takes his time deciding on things, he likes to calculate all possible options. Once he does decide on something though it is not easy to change his mind. He is a fierce fighter and has a special hatred of WindClan, which he says stole his sister. He has not told anyone about his sister or of his hatred of WindClan.

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Name: Mistpaw(pelt)

Age: 10 moons

Rank: apprentice

Gender: tom

Personality: Mistpaw is rather patient and very fair. He is very brave. He never starts fights, though he will fight fiercely to protect his clan. He is protective and respectful of his leader and clan. He is very adventurous, liking a challange very much. He is selfconfident and usually quite sure of himself. He often falls into despair, especially when by himself. He is clever and is ready to become a warrior.

Description: Mistpaw is grey with just barely visible darker grey stripes, if fact sometimes cats wonder if their eyes are playing tricks on them. His eyes are light grey with a hint of green. He has a white tip on his tail and one white paw. The tip of one of his ears is white also. He is muscular and compact, being on the smaller side, he is surprisingly strong for his size.

History: Mistpaw's father is unknown to him and his mother is dead. It is thought that she was killed by a badger, but no one is for sure. After his mother's death Mistpaw mourned for days until he finally was coaxed into a happier mood by one of his best friends. He worlked hard all through his apprenticeship and hopes to be a great warrior someday.[/center]

[~*Speckles*~]

MY SHADOWCLANNERS

Name: Featherfoot

Rank: warrior

Age: 13 moons

Gender: tom

Description: Featherfoot is a grey tabby. He has white on his chest and belly. He has bright yellow eyes. He is slim, but muscular. He has an unusually long tail which he was teased about a lot when he was young. He is very swift and long-legged. His pelt is short, not long like his mother's.

Personality: Featherfoot is very easily angered, and has a quick tongue. When he is angered, he shows no mercy to the cat that has been unfortunate enough to anger him. He can be downright vicious at times. He is a risk taker, giving himself completely up to the good of his clan. He is very territorial and protective; trespassers had better tail it when he is coming.

History: Both of Featherfoot’s parents and siblings are dead. His father and brother was killed before his very eyes and his mother dissapeared. He was raised by his aunt, who had had the presence of mind to hide him in her kittens. Once another kitten that was a little bit older than him insisted on teasing him about his tail. Featherfoot jumped on him and there was a scuffle, the other kitten was sent away howling, with a badly torn ear. He still is very sensitive about comments made about his tail. When he was older he was made apprentice. His mentor was very harsh. When he was out on hunting duty once he found his mother, near death. After begging him to leave the clan he was in before his heritage was found out and he was killed or chased away like his family, she died. A moment later, a great friend of Featherfoot's ran up and warned him to run. Before he could move a warrior appeared and jumped on him, nearly killed him. Featherfoot managed to escape and ran, fear lent wings to his paws and he flew over rock and stone. The warrior pursued him, but so frightened was Featherfoot that he didn't notice when the warrior ceased chasing him. He collapsed, not knowing he was in ShadowClan territory. He was found by a warrior who took pity on him and brought him to camp. Featherfoot spent many moons in the medicine cat's den, gravely ill and delirious. When he was better and found that ShadowClan had cared for him when his own clan deserted him he joined.

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Name: Cloudstripe

Age: 13 moons

Gender: she-cat

Description: Cloudstripe is like a tiger, she is a medium tan color with pure white stripes that stand out very well. Her eyes are a beautiful tan and gold swirl. The tip of her tail is white, as are her paws. She has a white diamond on her forehead that runs down to the tip of her nose. Her nose is tan but it is pink down the center. Where the pink nose ends, pure white fur begins and it covers her whole chin, neck, chest and belly. She has medium length fur on her belly, though the rest of her pelt is short-haired except for her tail, which is slightly feathered. She has a white tuft of fur at the end of each ear, just like a little bobcat.

Personality: Cloudstripe is a sweet cat. She is vey caring and lovable, to her clanmates that is. She is wary of outside cats, though she is known to be very gentle with ones that are in need. She is very patient and does not like arguements or fights. She will defend her clan at all costs nonetheless. It is hard to believe that this gentle she-cat can be so fierce in battle.

History: Cloudstripe has a rather strange history. She was born as a kittypet, but when her mother and father heard that they were going to be brought to the cutter after the litter was weaned they moved the litter and they all became loners. This was when Cloudstripe was about one moons old so she didn't remember much of the kittypet life. When she was four moons old her father was killed by a badger trying to protect them while out training with them. The badger claimed the life of one of her brothers and the rest fled. Their mother found them huddled cold and wet in an old log. She washed them and they were soon better. They joined a clan, their mother having met a young she-cat from that clan. They stayed there until they were seven months old. Their mother contracted an illness that she had not been exposed to when she was a kittypet and, since she was already weak from having to take care of herself and kits, she died. Cloudstripe, being on hunting duty one day, was kitnapped by her father, who had joined a different clan and missed his daughter. Though he didn't intend bad, he nearly started a war between the two clans. About a moons later(the leader had trouble believing that one of her warriors would do such a thing), Cloudstripe's father was kicked out of the clan and Cloudstripe was given back to her clan, but she didn't like her clan because they liked to make fun of her because she used to be a kittypet. So she ran away, but she is one of those cats that need company. She decided to give clans one last chance, so she decided to join ShadowClan. She hopes to have a better experience here.

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Name: Brackentail

Age: 18 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Brackentail is a light tan color with darker tan swirls. He has one white paw which is strange because the others are the color of the rest of his pelt. He is light boned and very quick on his paws. His is tall and slender, though his is fairly muscualr. His eyes are big and a handsome shade of gold. He would not be so tall if his legs were not so long, he has the nickname 'spider' because of his long legs. His legs are probably the reason he is so fast. He has delicate little paws and a long tail.

Personality: Brackentail is a happy-go-lucky tom. He is, unfortunatly, quick tongued and quick tempered, and quick to fight. On the bright side, he is quick to forgive too and ask forgiveness. He can be bossy at times, though he usually 'goes with the flow'. He loves to be the center of attention and loves to make others laugh. He is always making jokes, even when the timing isn't very good. Some of his jokes are funny, some are so so. Usually he is great at making cats laugh, even the most angry cat.

History: Brackentail was born in ShadowClan. He had two brothers, who he loved to get into trouble. He was always playing pranks on the she-cats in the nursery and he snuck away a number of times from the nursery. One prank he pulled was when he ran into the nursery after sunning himself calling that he had seen a fox. He did get into trouble for that one. He rarely did into trouble though, for he has the sweetest, most pleading eyes a cat has ever had. His quick tongued has often gotten himself into trouble, but it is just as good at getting himself out of trouble. As an apprentice he was a great trouble to his mentor, not that he meant to be...much. He seemed to be a quick learner but he had an annoying habit of forgetting things that he had just learned. He still likes to tell jokes, but he has mellowed down a little more.

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Name: Coalpaw

Moons: 10 moons

Gender: Tom

Rank: Apprentice

Description: Coalpaw is a white short-furred tom with black paws. His tail is also black and it bears a white tip. There are black streaks that extend up his legs to his knee [{or that area, I guess cat's don't have knees }]. He has black streaks running from his black nose that extend up his face, across his forehead, and down his chin, it looks as if he stuck his head in a can of paint. His eyes are big and dark dark brown, some cats may think they are black at first glance. One of his eyes, his right one to be exact, is outlined with black, making it look rather odd. His eyes are very large and handsome. They can get the most pleading look in they when he wants them to that he rarely gets into trouble. He is slim and the usual size for his age of cat. His pelt is smooth and sleek, for he takes very good care of it. His velvety paws are small but strong. All in all body ways he is a pretty normal cat.

Personality: Coalpaw is a happy little guy. He loves to play and is rather good at wrestling. He rarely gets mad, being a a peace lover by nature. He loves to make jokes, even when it isn't exactly the time for them. He loves to be the center of attention but can be very troublesome at times. In fact, he is always getting himself, and his friends, into trouble. Luckily, he is just as good at getting out of trouble as getting into it. He is a natural talker, easily talking himself into and out of trouble. His antics can make even the angriest cat smile and he has talked his way out of many a fight. Of course, this does not mean he is a coward, he wouldn't hesitate to fight for his clan.

History: Coalpaw has a hard background. He was born as a rogue as an only kit. His father was unknown and his mother was weak from having to take care of Coalpaw and herself. The prey had been scarce and soon his mother sensed that she wasn't going to be able to care for him. So she dropped him off at the borders of ShadowClan, knowing that a clan cat would not harm a kit. She knew about clan life, though no one knows how, and she knew that her kit would be safe and happy there. Coalpaw was found by a patrol some time later and was brought back to the camp. A she-cat that had kits about the same age brought him up and he did well. A search was made for his mother but she wasn't found, no one knew that she had slunk away to a far off place and died. Meanwhile, Coalpaw was having the time of his life. He enjoyed playing with the other kits and was always at the head of a 'sneaking away party' he many times organized these little excursions and he and the other kits would have a blast playing in the woods away from the nursery. Of course he didn't always bring his friends with him, he many times would slip away by himself. He was very young when his mother left him, so he thinks that he is clan born.

[~*Speckles*~]

MY WINDCLANNERS

Name: Tigerpaw

Rank: apprentice

Age: 7 moons

Gender: tom

Description: Tigerpaw is a short-haired orange tabby. He has a very sensitive nose. His bright eyes are a blazing green. He is slim, but big for his age. He is rather proud that he is going to be big when he grows up. He is strong and fast, though he can be clumsy at times.

Personality: Tigerpaw is a bouncy, curious sort of kitten. He has a short attention span, and though he is quite willing, he is rather forgetful and slow to learn. He is very protective of his sister. He is brave, and considers himself to be his sister's protector, he would do anything for her.

History: Tigerpaw was born in ThunderClan, along with three brothers and a sister. His father died in battle when they where not yet weaned. He liked to walk by himself in the forest, and slipped away whenever possible. He nurtured the hope that the other cats had been wrong, and his father was still alive somewhere. One day while he was walking, he came across a cat who had known his father. That cat had been with his father during his last seconds, and he had said that he wanted his whole family to move to the WindClan. Though the reason was, and is, unknown, Tigerpaw convinced his sister that they needed to go. He also tried to get the rest of his family to come but they refused. So he and his sister set out to find WindClan. After many hardships, they finally got there.

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Name: Ashpelt

Rank: warrior

Gender: she-cat

Age: 26 moons

History: Ashpelt was born as a kittypet. She enjoyed it for a while, but as she got older she began to get restless, her paws were itching for freedom. One day, while her owners were out, she slipped up the chimney and out into the free air. She wasted no time in getting to the forest and taking up a loner life. She was a loner for a couple of moons, until she learned of the clans. She was fascinated by their cooperation and organization. She quickly joined, though there was disapproval. She worked hard to become a good warrior, and though it took a while, she succeeded. She was, and is, one of the best fighters. She has never missed her kittypet life, but she secretly thinks that her loner life was rather fun. She doesn't want to go back but she still thinks it was fun.

Physical Description: Ashpelt is an ash grey, she has hasn't a speck of white on her. She has a black belly and blaze from her forehead to her nose. She has a black tip on her tail and her nose is completely black, as are her whiskers. One of her ears and all four of her paws are black. She has big ears and good sized paws. She is not slim, rather thick and muscular, and she has a long tail. Her big eyes are grey too, though they seem to change color with her emotions.

Personality: Ashpelt is a fiery she-cat. She doesn't like to be teased or hear others getting teased. She is very protective and short-tempered, if you're on her clan's territory you'd better run if she's near. She will not hesitate to teach trespassers a lesson they'll never forget. Strangely enough, she isn't short-tempered with her clanmates, in fact she is known for her patience in her clan.

Apprentice: Thunderpaw

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Name: Snowshoe

Rank: Medicine Cat

Gender:She-cat

Age: 25 moons

History: Snowshoe was born as a loner. She had one brother, Specklestripe. Their parents disappeared when they were very young so they fended for themselves. Snowshoe met a WindClan apprentice while hunting one day and they became friends. Snowshoe waited for a little while before trying to tell her brother, because she was afraid of how he would react. When her brother told her about his wish to join ThunderClan she was shocked and tried to convince him to join WindClan with her. He was as stubborn as her and so they parted fiercely.

Physical Description: Snowshoe is small and compact like her brother. She is a light off-white with a little darker loepard spots all over her. She has huge paws and her fur is not short like her brothers. It is thick, not exactly long but not exactly short either. She has lovely big blue eyes and bobcat tufts on her ears, like her brother.

Personality: Snowshoe is very stubborn. She doesn't take nearly as long to make decisions as her brother though. She has a built in survival instinct, more than most cats, probably because she had to fend for herself so much when she was young. She is very fierce in battle, you definatly don't want to be on her wrong side. She very much dislikes all other clans. She is very lovable to her clanmates and like to be around them. She doesn't talk about her past much and sometimes can be found sitting quietly with tears in her eyes. Of course she says that she wasn't crying because she thinks tears are a weakness.

Apprentice: Lillypaw

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Name: Brownpaw

Age: 8 moons

Gender: tom

Rank: apprentice

Personality: Brownpaw is a happy-go-lucky little tom. He is always making jokes, even when the timing isn't really right. He loves to make others laugh and is rather good at it. He loves to play wrestle but is very behind in his apprenticeship. Brownpaw never seems to think of his past, or himself for that matter. He loves to have adventures and likes to be the center of attention.

Description: Brownpaw is a light brown with brown-green eyes. He is pretty stocky and his legs are a little short. His whiskers are extremely long, and he relys a lot on them. He is deaf in one ear and he cannot see very well. His good ear is very keen and so is his nose. He seems to be able 'feel' through the ground.

History: Brownpaw was an only kit, born to a loner. His father was a clan cat who fell in love with Brownpaw's mother. His father may still be alive. Though he doesn't know it, Brownpaw looks almost exactly like his father. Brownpaw's mother disappeared when he was about one moon old. Brownpaw was driven from his little nest by hunger. He crawled around, mewing for his mother. He came upon a stream, which he fell into. He was washed downstream and nearly drowned. Two apprentices from WindClan found him. Not knowing what to do, being fairly new, one ran to get help while the other got Brownpaw out of the water and, being a she-cat, began washing him. Brownpaw had been half-dead but this washing revived him and he was carried back to camp. He spent many many moons in the medicine cat's den, and though the medicine cat did her best, Brownpaw stayed deaf in one ear and lost most of his sight. He was accepted into the clan and he is now ready to become an apprentice.

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Name: Featherflight

Moons: 25 moon

Gender: Tom

Rank: Warrior

Description: Featherflight is white with blackish stripe criss crossing all over his coat, much like a zebra. On his face he has a crooked black blaze that starts between his ears and then going crookedly off to the side and then ends under his chin. One of his eyes are dark brown, more black than anything, but the other one is a light blue. He can't see too well out of his blue eye though. His nose and whiskers are all black, as are his claws.

Personality: Featherflight is a sweet tom, liking to make others laugh, even though he is kind of shy. He doesn't like to be the center of attention. He is a caring guy, and he thought seriously about being a medicine cat before becoming a warrior. What made him change his mind I will tell you later. He doesn't like to hurt others, though he protects his clan with his life. Once you have him for a friend, you will never loose him, he is very loyal to his clan. He doesn't like to just blurt things out, always thinking over what he will say before saying it. He is fairly patient, though not the most patient cat ever.

History: Featherflight was born in WindClan. He was always a very caring cat, and wondered why all the clans couldn't just join together and get along as one big family. He at first wanted to be a medicine cat instead of a warrior, but his parents wanted him to be a warrior badly and, not liking to disappoint others, he became one. He became a warrior easily, after only a moon or two, being a quick learner once he set his mind to it.

Mate: Sunday

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Name: Badgerpaw

Age: 7 moons

Rank: apprentice

Gender: she-cat

Description:
Badgerpaw is white with a grey stripe at the bottom of each ear on the top of her head. She has a grey tail with a white tip and beautiful grey green eyes. Her pelt is very smooth and has not a speck of any other color in it. She is very proud of her white pelt and takes very good care of it. Her nose is pink and all of her whiskers are pure white.
cat on the far right(the one on the left is her brother):
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Personality: Badgerpaw is a cat that doesn't like to goof around. She is a hard worker, learning fast and retaining the knowledge well. She is melancholy, not playing with the other apprentices much, but instead throwing herself into her lessons, trying to keep her mind off of painful thoughts. She hangs around the warriors a lot, learning all she can. She walks her own path, not liking the company of other cats much. Some say, and it is probably true, that she has been forced to grow up too soon. She many times just wanders into the forest, giving into her sadness and just letting herself weep.

History: Badgerpaw was born a loner with three brothers and a sister. Her father was unknown. When they were about three moons old their mother brought them to a barn, where two-legs handed out free food to cats. Of course their mother, known as Duchess by the two-legs, would not of gone there if prey had not been scarce and if the season had not been an exceptionally wet one. Duchess was by no means friendly towards the two-legs and neither were Badgerpaw and her siblings. One day though, a two-legs came out and brought a toy. Badgerpaw and her siblings had great fun playing with the toy, once they got over their first fright of the two-leg. They soon started to trust the two-legs and one day the two-leg made the toy go up a wooden pole. Naturally, Badgerpaw raced up after it, with her back towards the two-leg. The two-leg grabbed her by the scruff and put her in a cage. Badgerpaw was terrified. She tried to get out of the cage, and nearly succeeded, but she was brought into the two-leg's nest and put in a bigger cage. She was miserable for a day, but then when the door opened later on, in came one of her brothers, her little brother who she was very close to. His name was Sage and Badgerpaw was glad to have company. Her and Sage soon calmed down, finding that the two-legs where not going to eat them. Badgerfang and Sage had plenty of food and water and they even got played with still. After a while they became tamer, Sage enjoyed the two-legs very much, but Badgerpaw still did not trust them much, though she allowed them to pet her. One day, when the two-legs had let them run around their nest, a door to the outside opened and Badgerpaw darted for it, calling Sage to follow her. Outside she climbed a tree and refused to come down. The two-legs finally gave up on her but Badgerpaw found that Sage had been unable to escape, she saw him looking at her from the window with the most woebegone face a cat could have, tears in his eyes. Badgerpaw tried many times to get him out but was not able to. One day the two-legs came out, carrying Sage in a cage. He cried for Badgerpaw as he was loaded up into a monster. Badgerpaw knew where he was being brought to and she raced after him, biting at the two-legs feet and having to dart away when they reached for her. Badgerpaw could only watch helplessly as Sage left in the monster. Knowing that he wouldn't be the same when he came back, she left, becoming a full loner once more. When she found WindClan though she joined, working hard to show her allegiance.

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Name: Quickpaw

Rank: apprentice

Age: 7 moons

Gender: she-cat

Description: Quickpaw is an orange tabby. Her fur is long and silky, quite beautiful. She has pretty green eyes, but if you ever tell her that, be sure to say handsome, for she has never gotten over the disappointment of being born a girl. She is about the usual size for her age.

Personality: Quickpaw is a bouncy, curious sort of kitten, just like her brother Tigerpaw. She also has a short attention span, but she is quick to learn. Don’t try telling her that she is a girl; you’d probably get a face full of needles. Being the only girl in the litter, she is very, um, tomboyish perhaps? She tends to be fearful if her brother isn't with her, though she is very brave if her is with her. She loves attention and has to be the center of attention.

History: Quickpaw was born in the ThunderClan, along with her four brothers, including Tigerpaw. They're father died in battle when they where not yet weaned. She knew that Tigerpaw liked to walk by himself in the forest, and knew what hope he nurtured. She well remembers the day that Tigerpaw came running up to her, telling what he had found out. She was slightly afraid to go, but she went with him because he was her big brother and she trusted him.

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MY RIVERCLANNERS

Name: Spottedleaf

Age: 22 moons

Rank: warrior

Gender: she-cat

Personality: Spottedleaf is a no nonsense cat. If she tells you to do something, you had better do it, and do it quick or else. She is very sweet to most of the cats in her clan. She is fiercly loyal and if you threaten her clan you'd better watch out! She shows no mercy to invaders and is a very good fighter. Though she doesn't start fights, she will end them.

Description: Spottedleaf is brown with grey swirls. She has beautiful grey green eyes. She has very big paws and eyes and short smooth hair. She is slim but very muscular. She is very manuverable and can slip behind your back before you know what's going on. She is a large cat and has long legs.

History: Spottedleaf was born in RiverClan with two sisters and a brother. She kept to herself a lot when she was a kit. She liked to sit and watch the goings ons and practice hunting. When she became an apprentice she still didn't like to be in the middle of everything, but was a little more sociable. She worked very hard and learned quickly. She became a warrior two months after becoming an apprentice. Becoming a warrior was one of the proudest days of her life.

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Name: Nightstar

Age: 48 moons

Rank: leader

Gender: tom

Description: Nightstar is a short-haired tannish white tom. His tail is grey with a white tip. He is grey from the bottom of his chin to his belly, where his fur is a little longer than the rest of his pelt. His tail is slightly feathered at the edges and he has grey tufts at the ends of his ears, the tip of one of his ears is grey also. His paws are white and he has a brown spot on his side. His nose is black and he has a black smudge on his forehead. He is medium sized and very strong. He is a formidable opponant in battle, you definatly wouldn't want to be on his bad side. He is not slender, but not stocky either, just right in the middle. His eyes are a steely grey with a little bit of green around his pupil. They also have a bluish tint to them. His whiskers are black except for a couple which are pure white. He has a jagged scar across his left side from a fight he had long ago. Whether it is from another cat or some other animal is unknown though.

Personality: Nightstar is very friendly to his clan mates, though he doesn't talk a lot. He is very protective of his clan mates, clan territory, and clan everything. If he catches a stranger messing with any of these he will teach them a lesson they won't forget with no exceptions. He is adventureous and fearless. He will never back down from a fight and actually enjoys them, though he never starts one unless his opponant is an intruder, then he will attack without mercy. He has a special hatred of rogues, and makes it a point to teach them more of a lesson when he catches them on clan territory. He has a short temper, though he has tried hard to fix it, but never agrues with his leader, to whom he is utterly obediant and willing.

History: Nightstar used to be a rogues, and it is no wonder that he is so against them now. Both of his parents were rogues, and both were all but kind. The cats with which he lived were all unfriendly and harsh. He learned that if he didn't take care of himself then someone else would, and not in a friendly way. He had to fend for himself as soon as he was weaned, at about six weeks of age. He had to hunt for himself and defend himself, nobody really cared if he was killed. It was a good thing that he was born naturally strong and he did pretty well. One day, when he was about three months old, he stumbled upon a RiverClan patrol. No one had told him about the clans and their territories so he had no idea who these cats were with the strange scent. The patrol cats saw how young he was and when they found that he was on his own they took him to their camp. He was accepted into the clan, and was allowed to stay in the nursery with the other cats his age. Of course this did not please him, having been used to taking care of himself and having no bounderies. He had grown up to quick, acting months older than he really was, and it took a while for him to settle down into his real age. He did however, and enjoyed being an apprentice and living with cats that really cared about him. He became a warrior very quickly, having learned much that he needed to know already from his harsh upbringing.

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MY STARCLANNERS

Name: Cinderpelt(formerly of RiverClan)

Age: 48 moons

Gender: tom

Rank: warrior

Description | Picture: Cinderpelt is black with dark brown stripes swirled through his pelt. His fur is thick and fluffy. He has big green eyes set deep in his wide face. He is short and stocky and has great big paws. His tail is very thick and he uses it a lot when he swims. He is short-legged and therefore, slow. He is very muscular and compact, hitting him is like hitting a brick wall.

Persoanlity: Cinderpelt is slow to anger and very sweet tempered. He is patient and kind. He enjoys the quiet, though he'll tolerate noisy cats without saying anything. He tends to be very stubborn once his mind is made up and finishes everything that he starts well. That includes fights, though he never starts them. He is very shy, he hates to be the center of attention. He is a born pessimist and always will be one.

History: Cinderpelt was born a loner. He had no siblings, his father was (and is) unknown and his mother disappeared when he was two moons old. He fended for himself until he was four moons old. One day while he was hunting on RiverClan's territory he was spotted by a patrol. He had had no idea that there were clans, for his mother never mentioned them. He tried to run away, being naturally an easily frightened kit but was soon caught due to his short legs. He was allowed to join the clan since he was but a kit. He enjoyed clan life, though he spent most of his time alone. When he became an apprentice he was a very slow learner, though he tried very hard to learn. After many moons of hard work he finally became a warrior. He has never missed his loner life, he absolutly hates it because he likes things to be organized. He was killed in a street dog ambush on his patrol.

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MY LONERS

Name: Sorrow

Age: 27 moons

Description: Sorrow is grey with brown spots and a white chest, paws, and diamond on her forehead. Also called a dilute calico. She has sad green eyes that are rather large. She is slim and has little paws.

Personality: Sorrow is very sensitive and quiet. She tends to be rather melancholy but can be coaxed out of it into a more happy mood at times. When she associated with other cats, she was loving and gentle. She was very easy to like, and still may be, though it is hard to known since not many cats have seen her, let alone talked to her. She just seems to slip away at the first sign of another cat.

History: Sorrow’s story is a sad one. Her parents lived for a while after she and her brother were born. When both of her parents were killed in a battle, she mourned their deaths for days, barely eating. It was her brother who finally coaxed her out of her sadness. So when he was also killed in battle, she gave herself up to the forest, having no ties in the clan. She forsook the company of other cats and changed her name.

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Name: Stormheart

Age: 13 moons

Gender: tom

Description: Stormheart is utterly black, there is not a speck of white fur on him. His whiskers are black also, and his eyes look black, though they are really a very dark brown. His claws are white, strangely enough, though few ever see them and live to tell about it. He pelt is short except for his tail, which is slightly feathered at the edges. He is large and muscular, a formidable opponant in a fight. His tail is just as long as his brother's, though he doesn't know it.

Personality: Stormheart is much like his brother Featherfoot, except without the love of rules. He has an unreliable temper, one moment he would be fighting beside you and the next he'd be fighting against you. He is has a very quick temper and a quick tongue to match, which is nearly as sharp as his claws. He hates rules and enjoys his freedom. He is adventrous and loves a challenge, he never backs down from a fight. He is very head-strong and listens to no cat.

History: Both of Stormheart’s parents are dead. His father was killed before his very eyes. He was nearly killed after his father had been. Everyone thought that he had been kileed so when what the other cats thought was his dead body was thrown out of the camp he managed to crawl away. He was found by an older tom who was a loner, Nohup. Nohup cared for him until he was better and then taught him the ways of the forest. Since Stormheart had been so young when he was thrown out, he tought that Nohup was his father. When he learned that he had a brother in the ShadowClan and was asked if he wanted to return to clan life he refused, because of his strong dislike of rules. He had always been bad tempered, but when Nohup died he sank into an even worse temper. He felt that all things were against him so against everything he would fight. He to this day doesn't know who is his brother and Featherfoot doesn't even know he has a brother that is alive.



Name: Loca
Moons: 60 moons
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Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Loca could very well be called beautiful, her black and white coat is very fluffy but well kept. Her whiskers are all white as are her paws. Her chest, chin, and belly are white as is the tip of her tail. She has a white muzzle and blaze that runs from her forehead to her black nose. The rest of her is black. Her eyes are a piercing yellow. She is a little on the thin side, though she is by no means small. Her paws are very large and powerful and her thick coat provides a lot of protection from the elements and from attacks. It is quite hard for a cat to bite through or even scratch through her thick pelt.
Personality:
Loca is on the verge of crazy, she isn't a normal cat that's for sure. She is jumpy and superstitious, never trusting and never being trusted. She is an elusive cat, and very good at talking her way out of things, though she is not afraid to fight. She doesn't fight unless she wants or needs to. She is a great fighter though, dealing out blows evenly and generously. She is not a very social cat and prefers to keep to herself most of the time.
History:
Loca has lived as a loner for her entire life, having nothing to do with clans. She knows very little of them, only that there are four clans of cats and that's it. She was an only kit born to her loner mother and her father was a clanner that fell in love with her mother. Her mother stayed with her until she was four moons old, and then she disappeared after teaching her everything about the forest that she knew. Loca made one friend, but was betrayed by her for she tried to kill her in her sleep one day. Loca had no idea why, just that the cat was a killer and had no care or respect for other life. Ever since then Loca has lived alone, not trusting anyone because of that. She never stays in one place for long, being a born roamer, and loves to explore.




Name: Rabia(spanish for Rage)
Moons: 48 moons
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Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: Leader
Description:
Rabia is a very slim but strong she-cat. Her scruffy coat was once thought to be very beautiful, being a lovely light brown. Her paws, ears, and muzzle are both tipped with a darker brown. Her pelt was once sleek and soft, but now it is rough and unruly. Her eyes are a soft brown, and her nose is the darker brown of her paws ears and muzzle. She is a medium sized cat, but thick and strong. Her muscles are hardened from years of caring for herself.
Personality:
Rabia, which is Spanish for Rage, describes her well. She is not a friendly or social cat, prefering to keep to herself, but she is not afraid of other cats. She loves a good fight and does not respect any cat, unless he should prove to be better than her in battle, which rarely happens. Her merciless tactics are meant only to kill, not to wound. She never lets a cat get away alive if she can help it. She is clever and a quick actor, not taking much time to think over what she has decided on.
History:
Rabia was once a kittypet, never loved by anyone. Her owners poked and prodded her into madness. When she had taken all she could she could she finally lashed out, badly wounding one of her two-leg owners. They were going to take her to be put to sleep, but she found the chimney and climb out that way, having no intention of staying with the two-legs again. She had put up with enough and found it easy to find a way to escape once she put her mind to it. Outside she quickly became accustomed to being a loner, and enjoyed it very much.