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Nightquill

Age (in moons)**: 50 moons  Clan: Stoneclan Rank: Deputy Mate: N/A Mentor: Unnamed Apprentice: Swiftfang (former) Skills: Hunting, battle strategy, tracking, leadership

Beliefs: Nightquill strongly believes in clan loyalty as well as Starclan. She is lead by the warrior code and anyone caught outside of it will feel the wrath of her snarl and claws. 

Appearance: Nightquill is a smaller cat, but don’t mistake that for her not being strong. Her black fur keeps her cloaked in the darkness and makes her stealthy hunting skills even more deadly. Her jade green eyes sparkle with the promise of a hunt and narrow with the slightest dissent. 

STORY SO FAR:

tw/cat death

Nightquill had a rude awakening as a kit. Her mother had been a fierce warrior, in an attack on their land by a stray hawk, she had fought bravely to defend her clan and kits, but it had not been enough. Nightquill had been introduced to loss early on. 

Elmtail

Age (in moons)**: 84 moons (he old man) Clan: Forestclan Rank: Elder Mate: N/A, deceased Mentor: Definitely in Starclan by now Apprentice: Badgerpaw, now Badgerfoot (former) Skills: Tracking, hunting

Beliefs: Elmtail has always thought that Starclan was a comforting notion. It was calming to know that those who had died were some how part of you still. As he’s grown older, he’s been looking to the Silverpelt more and more, what else is an elder to do?

Appearance: Elmtail is a fluffy, lanky, big cat. Though his fur has become a bit more patchy with grey in his dark brown over the years, he thinks it just makes him more distinguished. His whiskers are fairly long and his eyes are emerald green. Though he seems like he’s not entirely there sometimes, he’s always watching and will give any wisdom he sees fit for the clan.

STORY SO FAR:

tw/cat death

Elmtail has been in Forestclan for many moons. Easily, he’s one of the oldest cats and though some may think him not the sharpest, he is full of wisdom that others look to in times of confusion. 

Many moons ago, he had a mate, one who would bring him kits and fill his life in the clan with joy. But it wasn’t to be, she grew sick in a way that the Medicine cats couldn’t fix and she and his hopes of having a family passed.

Goosenose

Age (in moons)**: 38 moons Clan: Darkclan Rank: Warrior Mate: N/A Mentor: Fawntail (former) Apprentice: Lightpaw (current) Skills: Tracking, hunting, tag-teaming with her sister

Beliefs: Goosenose has never been overly concerned with Starclan. As she sees it, Starclan has never really helped. Not the way the warriors have with their claws and teeth. Or the med cats with their knowledge of medicine. She is more concerned with what is happening on the ground than up in the Silverpelt.

Appearance: Goosenose is a striking white cat with faint gray markings down her back and on her tail, as well as behind her ears, and if you look closely enough, she is dotted with gray, as if ash was sprinkled on her. Her eyes are lined with dark black skin, giving her crystal blue eyes a startling and intelligent appearance. Her nose is pale pink. She is short and stocky, but don’t let that fool you, she can be quite fast. 

Story so far…: 

Goosenose and Ducknose were a strange pair. From birth they looked exactly alike, making it hard for even the other cats to tell them apart. It was strange, to be sure, but they only found it to be an asset. They could easily confuse prey, and even enemy cats. Training together under the leader and deputy of the clan, they became fearsome warriors, though Goosenose tended to enjoy more of a tracking role than actual fighting. 

Her and her sister’s paths only deviated when Ducknose chose a mate and had kits. Goosenose could not be bothered with such things and has continued to hone her skills. However, she also dotes on her littermate’s kits. 

And now that Ducknose is out of the nursery and back in action, they have paid forward their mentors’ training by taking on two of their mentors’ kits to train. However…Goosenose has found training Lightkit to be difficult. He seems more interested in plants and questions about Starclan than fighting or hunting. 

Sailor

Age (in moons)**: 14 moons Clan: Kittypet Rank: N/A Mate: N/A Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: N/A Skills: Being cute, good at play fighting with the other cats in the house

Beliefs: Sailor grew up hearing his father’s stories about the famed Warrior Cats and he firmly believes in them. He wants to venture out and go find them! Except…he is a little afraid to venture out without his older sister. 

Appearance: Sailor is a purebred seal point Siamese cat. He is still growing into his coloring, but it will probably be rather dark. His eyes are still settling into what blue they are going to be, but for now, they are a dark stormy gray. 

Story so far…: 

Sailor was an accidental litter later in his father and mother’s lives. And his owners…

He misses his littermates, who were given away to friends and family, but he has his big sister, parents, and other cats all in the house with him so he is never lonely. As the youngest of the bunch, he was actively taken by the stories that Captain, his father, told of the strange cats who lived beyond the garden wall. 

Thistlefoot

Age: 65 moons Clan: Rogue Rank: N/A Mate: N/A Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: N/A Skills: Fighting, getting out of sticky situations, stealth

Beliefs: Only believes in himself.

Appearance: Handsome and strong, Thistlefoot is a tall, lean and muscular cat. A silver undercoat gives him a striking, distinguishable appearance. The leopard markings along his pelt are deep, inky black and stand out against his light colored fur. His dark yellow eyes also stand out against the neutral colors of his silvery-black coat. 

His patterning makes him exceptionally adept at sneaking around Lakeclan on mornings when the mist clings to the water. He has a few scars and ear notches, but he won’t tell you where he got them. 

Story so far…: 

No one knows where Thistlefoot came from. 

He has a warrior’s name, but that doesn’t mean much. Plenty of rogues and loners take warrior names, because they sound badass or to mock the sacredness of them. Maybe he was a kittypet, but he seems too ferocious for that. Perhaps he was a loner, who has always been on his own. 

Maybe he was kicked out of his clan. Perhaps he came from far, far away. From a clan outside the Four. 

Foxface (Foxpaw, Foxkit)

Age: 38 moons Clan: Forestclan Rank: Warrior Mate: N/A Kits: Dawnpaw and Wrenpaw Skills: Nurturing and caring for kits, foraging for berries and medicinal herbs. 

Beliefs: When her mate and kits died, Foxface’s faith was shaken, but then she was blessed with two new kits. This restored her faith, as she saw it as all destined by Starclan. Her faith restored, she tries to instill devoutness into her kits.

Appearance: Foxface is a small she-cat of a little less than average height. Her coat is mostly white, though she has both tabby and calico markings in light grey, brown, and orange along her back and sides, legs and tail. Her face is tabby—both light green-brown and orange, except for her chin and muzzle which are white. Her facial markings are perfectly semetrical. Her patterning is unique and this is why she thinks she gained the name of -face, but it is precisely these delicate features that make her such a pretty cat.

She has friendly yellow-green eyes. Her paws are dainty, but she has ears that are just slightly too big for her. Not much for fighting, she does not have many scars. 

Story so far…:

[tw death, kit death]

Foxface had a normal, relaxed upbringing as much of Forestclan did. She trained to be a warrior, found a mate, and became a queen. All the markers of a perfect little life. 

And then, a marten found its way into the nursery and carried off her kits. Her mate went after it, trying to save them…but then he never returned. While mourning for her mate and her kits, she remained in the nursery, helping the other queens. They all looked at her with pity and she tried not to pay attention. So, when a new kit was found and brought to the clan; it was Foxface who volunteered to nurse her and named her Dawnkit for her lovely golden fur. 

And when, several moons later, another kit was born sick and small, and his mother died not long after, Foxface volunteered to nurse him too. Although he had a father, the she-cat sees herself as his mother. She protected him fiercely against other kits and even queens who would scoff or tease about his disability and gently encouraged him while also trying to instill a sense of belonging, no matter what happened. 

Falconclaw (Falconpaw, Falconkit)

Age: 35 moons Clan: Stoneclan Rank: Warrior Mate: Cherrystorm Mentor: Boulderstar (previously) Apprentice: Tawnyclaw (previously) Kits: Unborn kits with Cherrystorm Skills: Combat, brute strength, hunting

Beliefs: Falconclaw believes in Starclan because he was told to do so. He does not question his faith, why should he? It has always served him well. 

Appearance: A short but muscular dark brown tabby. He has a nice broad chest and an unspectacular coat. His eyes are a piercing golden-green. He has a few notches in his ears from scuffles and a scar on his flank. 

Story so far…: 

Falconclaw was born to serve Stoneclan and he always figured that he would die serving Stoneclan too. He didn’t mind so much. The life of a warrior suited him. He never took a mate for this reason, not wanting to leave a family behind if he was killed on a hunt or in battle. And then, Cherrystorm happened to him. 

Lotuscloud (Lotuspaw, Lotuskit)

Age: 28 Clan: Lakeclan Rank: Queen Mate: Cherryfoot Kits: Honeykit, Lilykit, Daisykit Skills: Graceful, playful

Beliefs: Lotuscloud believes deeply in Starclan. A member of her family, Shadowpool, the med cat, was recently kicked from the clan and Lotuscloud worries that she or another member of her could be next if she does not believe enough. When things are hard for her, or the clan, she turns to the comfort of Starclan. But it hasn’t exactly done much to alleviate her anxieties…

Appearance: Lotuscloud is a beautiful calico and white cat. She has a long, feathery coat that she tries her best to keep clean and bright white. Her underbelly from chin to tail is white, with pure white on her legs as well. Her calico black and orange spans most of her back and head. The most striking part of her appearance is her eyes: one yellow, one piercing blue. 

Story so far…: 

Lotuscloud’s family has been in Lakeclan for generations and always had the favour of the leaders, since it was tradition that someone in their family was generally med cat. Growing up, Lotuscloud was more fixated on finding a mate than she was on being a warrior. Though she did not slack off on her lessons and became an apt hunter and warrior, she much preferred gossiping, swimming, and playing with the other apprentices. 

Cherryfoot was someone she was often assigned to patrols and duties with--the two becoming close. All the while, Lotuscloud was searching for the perfect mate. Eventually, after her friends pointed it out, Lotuscloud realized that Cherryfoot might not be everything she wanted in a mate, but he had a good heart and she got along well with him. The two are well-suited mates and just welcomed their first litter a few moons ago.