Appearance: a Norwegian forest cat calico mix, with lots of fluffy fur. she has black, gray, and orange spots all over her back and tail, and the top of her head, sometimes overlapping eachother. She has a spot just above her eyes, and right in the middle of her face. The spot is black, and shaped like a crescent moon pointing downwards. Her left ear is black, and the right ear is orange, both are slightly torn. her underbelly, face, and legs are a creamy white. The fur along her neck is slightly longer than the rest of her fur. She has a three horizontal scars on the top of her right hind leg, and tip of her left ear torn off. her impressive muscles are hidden in the fluff. Her eyes are a deep green.
Personality: she's sweet and caring, and a pretty good warrior, but also thinks she's the absolute worst at everything she does. One negative comment can send her into 1. A rage or 2. Self loathing for the rest of the day, sometimes both. She likes to keep busy, and due to this, she has multiple hobbies to keep her mind working for when she isn't working. She loves feathers, and has a little collection in her nest. She likes telling stories, and will often visit the nursery to tell these little tales to the kits, and will sometimes tell the scarier ones to the appentices after a long day. She paces along the camp when there is nothing else to do.
Backstory: she was found abandoned as a kit by thunderclan, who took her in, and she got her scars from a fight with a fox that was getting a little too close to camp, which she won, though she didn't kill the fox, just made it run away.
Appearance: she is a creamy white Scottish fold, who has a cropped tail due to an accident, she has a one soft violet eye, and the other is a sparkling blue, and is slightly chubby. She was the runt in the litter, and due to this, is very small and short.
Personality: a kind, shy, medicine cat, who stumbles over her words a lot. She takes her job in the clan very seriously. She's full of love, and cares for every cat that might stumble into her medicine den, but if you get injured for a stupid reason, she will joke and bring up the fact that it was stupid.
Backstory: she was a kittypet for a while, before she left her home for a new life.
Appearance: she's a bobcat. She's a big, tall cat, with sharp ears, a short, stubby tail. Her fur is rough and sharp, prickly and rough, hence her name. Her eyes are a bright yellow. She has a three thin scars going horizontally across her back.
Personality: she's tough and loud, and always has at least a little sarcasm in her, though she does mean well. She has a much softer side as well, but likes to keep it hidden from others she deems are not worthy to see this side.
Backstory: was found abandoned as a kit, and was taken in by riverclan, given a new mother, and where she was raised to be a warrior.
Appearance: he is a Maine coon with light brown fur and a black strip around his neck. He is thick with muscle, and thus is a big, strong, cat. His dark brown eyes keep a steady, calm gaze. His fur is soft, smooth, and shiny. He has a large scar across his left eye, blinding him in his left eye.
Personality: a very quiet, calm cat, though this does not stop him from being intimidating. He doesn't speak unless he feels he absolutely must. (I.e. when Sol said that Starclan was powerless, which he heavily disagreed with) though he is getting up there in years, he does not plan to retire to the else's den anytime soon. He is hard to move, both in the physical sense and the metaphorically sense, once he sets his mind it takes a great deal of force to change his mind.
Backstory: was born into Shadowclan.
Name: Lilypaw (becomes Lilybloom when she becomes a warrior)
Appearance: a white cat with a brown tabby back and legs. Her eyes are a sharp green, her right leg is scarred up pretty bad, but she can still use her leg. Her short hair fur is soft and smooth.
Personality: she's bright eyed and naive, yet full of determation and the desire to succeed. She's full of love and compassion. She loves going on adventures and moving around, and can't sit still for more than five seconds. She absolutely adores her mentor, and anyone Briarpelt associates with. She wants to impress Briarpelt in anyway she can. She is allowed to see Briarpelt's soft side, and sees her as the one who took care of her all of her life.
Backstory: found by Briarpelt at a young age with no name, she was badly hurt and took 2 entire months to recover from her horribly injured leg, leaving her with the scars. At her sixth moon, she desired to become an apprentice, having been told how clan life works by Briarpelt, and she was given a mentor and a name. Briarpelt is basically her mom at this point, though nobody is complaining.
