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Character Name: Whitekit

Character Age: Four moons old

Gender: She-cat

Rank: Kit

Appearance (6 or more sentences): Whitekit's white fur is soft as snow, most of the time her fur is as silky as it can be after a nice cleaning. The blue eyes she has are very deep blue and stand out with her white fur. When Whitekit gets a bit older, her eyes will be a deep yellow. Her nose is light pink and so are her pads on her paws. The white fur is a little long then medium size. Her whiskers are at a good length Whitekits body is healthy as it can be but she is a bit slim in a good way.

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): This young kitten is a playful one, always wanting something to do or something to play. When she meets or see strangers, she will stay quite. Whitekit is mostly always quite, but when she is.. it looks like something is troubling her when nothing really is. Always have thought on her mind, she love to think and keep things to her self. It is hard to scare young kitten because she is very brave and will try to stand up to all odds. Sometimes she has to explore because she gets very curious easily so keep an eye out for Whitekit.
---Likes (at least 3): Food, playing games like; moss ball, warriors, play fighting) exploring, helping others
--- Dislikes (at least 3): voles, monsters, rules like can't go out of camp
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Hard to scare, will step in to help others, brave
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Not good at arguing, curious (could get herself in trouble), Can't swim as fast as most cats

History (8 or more sentences):

Mother: need
Father: need
Littermates: none
Other Kin: doesn't remember
Mate: none
Kits: none
Other: chicken pot pie

You
Username: WhiteMoonTheWolf
Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know): WhiteMoon
Activity Level: 8 or 9 if not on much that might mean i got grounded
Roleplay Sample: Quickly as she could be, Whitekit headed for the opening of camp. Good... everyone is asleep. A smile had spread across her face as got closer to the opening. "What was that?" She asked herself after she head a faint roar, far from here. Maybe I should check it out? No... I need to tell someone but who? My leader! Whitekit turned around and raced away, "Daystar, Daystar!" she called.
Other: Chicken pot pie Therian for lifes

Comments (optional): I'm a therian

Jenny17 wrote:

Accepted! I'm trying to get more cats so tell your friends. For now just pretend you have a mom and just don't say a name. I'll try to find one.

Ok :)

The picture adding thing doesn't work for me, so I'll make a profile pic of what he looks like.
Character Name:Ashwind

Character Age:32 moons

Gender:tom

Rank:warrior

Appearance (6 or more sentences):Long, thick gray fur with darker gray stripes. His eyes are a deep green and he has a white belly, face, paws, and ears. The insides of his ears are pink, but the fur inside is white. The outside of his ears are a light brown. His nose is pink with a black spot on it. Strangely enough, his claws are jet black, rather than gray. He could stand to cut back on the voles.

Special Markings?:The tip of his tail is black and he has a scar over his left eye.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):When he is in a good mood, he will smile and be happy. If he is in a normal mood, he will keep a straight face and be nice. When he is not in a good mood at all, he will attack you if you make him angry. During a battle, he is ferocious and tends to make trouble happen. When out hunting, he says nothing and is very calm and collected. On a normal day, he is nice to everybody. He is always super loyal and kind.
---Likes (at least 3):Shade, mice, Happiness.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):Hot days, bad weather, battles(even though he's good at fighting).
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):Fighting, hunting, and swimming
---Weaknesses (At least 3):Running fast, jumping, and climbing

History (8 or more sentences):He was found as a newborn in the forest by the river and was suspected a rogue kit , though he had no scent on him. A queen took him in (she had had two kits and one had died) and he had been raised by her, though he thought he was her kit. During his training as an apprentice, the other apprentices had made fun of him because of his rogue heritage. His foster-mother then told him that he was rogue-born and he had stormed out of the camp and into the middle of the territory. He went back a few days later, wanting to say he was sorry, but the queen wasn't there. She was on a hunting patrol, so he sat down in the clearing and waited. He ended up waiting all night and into the next day, when two cats(the leftover ones from the patrol) staggered in. They reported Seafoamclan on the territory, and how each cat fought them off bravely. The other three cats, including his foster mother perished and are in Starclan. It was later found out that the two cats had lied and that they had killed the other cats on the patrol. Why? Ashpaw killed them before they could answer. Ashpaw found that he was good in battles and decided to train as a warrior, instead of a medicine cat, which was what he was training as. He got his name from a wind that passed through the camp at the time of the naming ceremony. The rest of his life was normal, except for the fact that he doesn't have a mate.

Mother:Foster:Greenleaf Real:Hail
Father:Arson
Littermates:Feather(Sister) and Breeze(Brother)
Other Kin:???
Mate:none/open
Kits:none
Other:none

You
Username:xXFlashfaceXx
Name you would like to be called (if you change, let me know):Flasheh
Activity level: between 1 and 10 I'd say an 8 because my computer derps on me ALOT.
Roleplay Sample:A dark cloud loomed over the territory as Ashwind hunted. It was a little difficult to find any prey during this, because the storm-scent was overlapping the prey-scent, making it difficult to find them. He sniffed the air cautiously, taking in as many scents as possible. He ended up being able to find the scent of a mouse not to far from where he was standing. He followed the trail it had laid out slowly and quietly until he saw it. It was a brown mouse, middle-aged by the looks of it, nibbling on a fallen nut. He crouched into the hunters' crouch, swayed his haunches, then sprang. A clap of thunder sounded across the forest, scaring the mouse into hiding right before Ashwind dug his black claws into it and killed it. He silently cursed, realizing that he would not be able to hunt in this weather.
Other: Chicken Pot Pie :3.... mmmm... yummy :3

Comments (optional):I only roleplay like that when my muse is high, currently, my muse is high :3. If my muse is low... I roleplay like this; Ashwind sat in the clearing, grooming his pelt thoroughly.