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    Character Name: Cedardust


    Character Age: 24 moons


    Gender: tom


    Rank: warrior


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): He is a black tom. He has a white splash on his chest. His eyes are a bright hazel-yellow looking color. He is a short-haired cat.


    Special Markings?: pretty much just the white splash on his chest . . .


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): He likes hunting and battling. He likes making new friends. Cedardust getting along with other cats. Although, he would prefer to do things alone. He could be a bit negative sometimes. But that doesn't really make him rude.
    ---Likes (at least 3): friends, hunting, playing
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): nuisances, reptiles, crowds
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Encouragement, friendship, pride
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): heights, being wrong, lies


    History (8 or more sentences): Cedardust's father died before he was born. His mother died when he became an apprentice. He had no other littermates. So he wasn't very social ever since.


    Mother: Flareheart (Deceased)
    Father: Hawkfeather (Deceased)
    Littermates: N/A
    Other Kin: N/A
    Mate: N/A, open
    Kits: N/A
    Other: chicken pot pie




    You
    Username: ..::Ƭɪɳsɛʟ::..
    Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know): Tinsel, Tinsy
    Activity Level: 6-8?
    Roleplay Sample: Cedardust stretched outside the warriors den. It had been boring for the several past days. There was nothing to do anymore and he never talked to anyone very much. Cedardust sighed. It was going to be so boring everyday. He got up and stalked to the freshkill pile. He selected a chaffinch and returned to his chosen spot beside the warriors den. He laid next to it and began to eat his fill. He watched the cats pass by him now and then.
    Other:


    Comments (optional):

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    Character Name: Puppetmaster


    Character Age: 23 moons


    Gender: Female


    Rank: Warrior


    Appearance (6 or more sentences): Puppetmaster is a beautiful, white she-cat with silky fur. Her coat is very silky and soft, that is medium short. She has no really special markings neither spots or stripes, she is just pure white. She also has stunning, soft blue eyes that are surrounded with a light pink outline. Her claws are off white and she has long white whiskers. Like most white cats, she has a light pink nose.


    Special Markings?: None yet.


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Puppetmaster is a very sweet, mysterious, and warm-hearted she-cat. She is very outgoing and rarely shy, but at times she can be. She has always been very creepy and dark until you get to know her. She is mostly friendly and hyper and tends to stick with a group. She has a dark side though and it's not the best. She can be bloodthirsty, ambitious, and snappy if annoyed or angered, but that's rare. She is mostly a hyper and sweet kind of she-cat.
    ---Likes (at least 3): Puppetmaster loves to swim, hunt, and just talk her head off.
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): Puppetmaster dislikes grumpy cats, climbing, and mentoring.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Puppetmaster is a very strong swimmer, hunter, and is surprisingly good at fighting.
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): Puppetmaster's weaknesses are toms, climbing, and mentoring.


    History (8 or more sentences): Puppetmaster was born in a small, evil gang. Her mother was leader of that very gang, so she got a lot of attention from the gang. It was always a dark, mysterious place and that's what she liked. When she got a little older, her father was killed by one of the clans and she was left with her mother. At apprentice age she left to find a water storage. She soon came across the clan and decided to join. Her mission was long forgot and abandon. She never returned to the gang, but doesn't mean she won't.


    Mother: Magicwhisp
    Father: Bloodspatter
    Littermates: None
    Other Kin: Unknown
    Mate: Open
    Kits: None
    Other: 'Chicken pot pie'




    You
    Username: ~Silverflower~
    Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know): Silver or whatever you want to call me.
    Activity Level: 8 or 9 out of 10
    Roleplay Sample: A swift outline of Puppetmaster loomed in the shadows. The sneaky, mysterious she-cat slipped out of camp and headed for the nearest watering place. She soon came across a small creek and crouched down and began to lap up the refreshing water. She then spun around, muzzle wet, as she then headed back for camp. She slipped into camp and I to the warriors den and flopped down in her nest with a soft sigh. She then closed her eyes gently with a smile and soon fell into deep slumber.
    Other: Chicken pot pie


    Comments (optional):

    Does anyone want to rp a queen? Oathkit needs a mom.

    We need a medicine cat and some apprentices. Maybe a pile more warriors.

    Were going to be getting more cats from my old clan.

    Like this one!


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    Character Name: Silverstorm


    Character Age: 23 moons


    Gender: Tom


    Rank: warrior


    Appearance: silver tabby


    Special Markings?: no


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Silverstorm is strong, loyal, and brave. He may get a bit annoyed easily. But that doesn't mean he is not friendly. He likes battle more than hunting. He would risk his own life to save a clan member. And he could be a bit stubborn at times.
    ---Likes (at least 3): friends, battle, trouble . . . most of the time
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): being wrong, being out-voted, smart-alics.
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): arguments, encouragement, bound
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): acts before talking, grief, too stubborn


    History: Silverstorm and his brother had a terrible relationship with each other. They were always rude to each other. That is how Silverstorm developed his arguing problems. Until his brother was killed by a monster. His parents and his two sisters also had died later on. Silverstorm had a scar in his heart that would never be healed for the rest of his life.


    Mother: Whitebreeze (Deceased)
    Father: Molefoot (Deceased)
    Littermates:
    -Fawnfoot-brother(Deceased)
    -Appleheart-sister (Deceased)
    -Lotusflight-sister (deceased)
    Other Kin: n/a
    Mate: N/A, open
    Kits: N/A
    Other: chicken pot pie




    You
    Username: ~Coalfire~
    Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know):Coal (Or something like that . . .)
    Activity Level: 6-8
    Roleplay Sample: Silverstorm perked his ears and glanced around when he heard a sparrow land on the ground nearby. He was out hunting. Silverstorm dropped himself down into a hunter's crouch. He approached the sparrow with each paw-step carefully. His ears were erect and alert and his tail was low enough to softly brush the ground. He saw the sparrow with a worm. Silverstorm lowered as he wiggled his haunches. The sparrow had not seen Silverstorm, but it was going to fly away to its nest. Immediately, Silverstorm leapt into the air, slicing the sparrow straight out of the air. It fell onto the ground, dead. Silverstorm padded over to it, blinking in satisfaction.
    Other: chicken pot pie


    Comments (optional): I may not always have that kind of muse though . . .

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    Character Name: Longtail


    Character Age: 22 moons


    Gender: tom


    Rank: warrior


    Appearance: creamy tom with black stripes, very long tail, with white underfur


    Special Markings?: not really


    Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Very stubborn. He gets most of his personality off of Silverstorm (I had permission to do that from ~Coalfire~). He likes to surprise other cats. But he likes to socialize. He could get bored easily. And he is really terrible at hunting. He gets scolded a lot.
    ---Likes (at least 3): arguing, making friends, having fun
    --- Dislikes (at least 3): boredom, hunting, cheeky-cats
    ---Strengths (No MORE than 5): encouragement, fun, activity
    ---Weaknesses (At least 3): boredness, scolding, punishment


    History: Longtail never knew who his father was. But his father was not a clan cat or a kittypet. Ever since he became friends with Silverstorm, he got to like arguing and fighting. But his hunting skills never improved. His sister and mother disappeared the night Longtail and his sister became warriors. Nobody actually knows how they disappeared.


    Mother: Featherfall
    Father: ?
    Littermates: Cindercloud-sister
    Other Kin: N/A
    Mate: N/A, open
    Kits: N/A
    Other: chicken pot pie




    You
    Username: ..::Ƭɪɳsɛʟ::..
    Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know): Tinsel, Tinsy, etc.
    Activity Level: 6-8
    Roleplay Sample: Longtail angled his ears and sniffed the air. He was out hunting. He was terrible at it, but he should hunt. He saw a vole chewing on some sedge. Longtail crouched down into a hunter's crouch. Alright, Longtail. Do not screw it up this time! He darted forward. He slashed an unsheathed paw at the vole. In stead of slicing it, his paw wacked the vole out of the air. He had to go chase after it. Sighing, he darted after it. When he got to it, he tried to do his attack again. But he was only successful to launch it high into the air. The vole, almost literally, flew through the air. Longtail leapt up and caught the vole in his mouth. I'm a terrible hunter.
    Other: chicken pot pie


    Comments (optional): THIS IS NOT LONGTAIL FROM THE BOOKS just so you know . . . it doesn't really look like him anyway . . .