My Advanced Bios/ Forms

Character Name:
Night of Raging Storm
Character Age:
12 moons, well actually 11 3/4. She over exagerates slightly
Gender:
She cat
Rank:
Pupil
Appearance (6 or more sentences):
Storm is a grey she cat with slight hints at a darker pelt depending on the season. When the days get colder, it tends to lighten slightly while when is warms up, the shade goes darker. Her pelt is at a happy medium when it isnt freezing or slightly warmer. She still has a thin layer of kit fluff located under her sleak pelt that sometimes likes to make an appearance. At this age she has a thin, lean body with the benefits of long legs and a lengthy tail, the perfect traits for hunting. She has soft blue green eyes that give away every emotion, much to her dismay.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below; those are additional requirements):
Storm definitly has a feminine personality, taking up the act of flirting. She gets nervous easily and doesn't much care for being pressured. She is a little bit clumsy, tripping over the acasional twig amd getting tiny jagged stones wedged in her paw frequently. This causing her to go grumpy amd to act kittish as she hates pain. She over exagerates a lot and tends to make up small fibbs, though she is horrible at lying, she still tries. Curiosity is one of her main traits, leading her into trouble and a regular basis.
---Likes (at least 3):
Storm likes to explore, a whole new side of her appearing with out the watchful eyes of her clan mates. She has the need for speeed, feeling the wind in her fur, though it may be chilled, sends delightful tingles down her spine. The thrill of a hunt also brimgs out the best of her, a time when she can turn off the worries of her life and simply run away from them.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):
Storm hates pain, the very thought making her cringe as she doesn't take it well. She is more suited to the cold and doesn't care for the warmer levels, her excuse being that it makes her pelt stick to her slim frame. Again for nearly the same reason, she dislikes swimming and prefers to only get her paws wet when fishing.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Her main strength is speed as she lobes to run and is constantly pushing herself to go further and faster each time. Her eye sight is sharp and she notices slight details that some may skip over.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):
Storm isn't stupid though she can't pride herself in being the brightest either. She tends to freeze when horrified and her brain shuts off, forcing her to find some sort of autopilot. As stated somewhere, she is quite clumsy and some how see,s to find all the twigs possible to crack unless its during a hunt.
History (8 or more sentences):
Storm was born on the night of a storm, go figure. High winds were barrelling her mother to a point where it appeared her fur was going to be stripped from her body completely. The young feline didn't have a name, or no one had used in a long time. She was heavily pregnant during the terrible storm and quickly saught out shelter. She hadn't been in the roots of a ghostly tree no longer than a minute when the pains came. Energy nearly drained, she began to give birth. Storm came safely, well as safe as possible under the sircu,stances, and her brother, Harsh Arctic Wind, barely escaping escaping his mother's body before she gave up, exuastion getting the better of her. The kits snuggled up close as the wind tosseled their mother's pelt, ice starting to form at the tips. All three made it until the next morning, the mother hanging to life by a thread. As the patrols were doing their normal route, they heard the faint, mournful cries of the two kits as they weapt for their mother, the night had been unkind and greedy, snatching her life in return for the kits'. Eyes not yet open and ears still closed, they never got to hear their mother nor look upon her face. Being only hours old, they were taken back to camp, Wind slipping away by the second. His life was hardly spared. The tribe took up naming them after the night of their birth, the night there mother had died along with their unborn sister, to weak to break free.
Roleplay Sample {Required for first advanced bio}:
Storm dashed through the snow bordering the beach. The run, though the day cold, warmed her veins as accileration pumped through them. The young feline had not a care in the world, not at the moment atleast. Her mind was filled with nothing but the acasional reminder to breath and the constant acknoledgement of her muscles complaining. She ignored them. The only thing motivating her to continue beingb the idea of success, of not being a failure, proving herself. The wet breeze blew cold crystals of ice on her now damp dark grey pelt. She seemed to slice through the air, with little lag as her pace quickened.

•••Name:
Greystorm
•••Rank:
Warrior
•••Looks:
Greystorm is as her name suggests, grey. Her fur is almost as dark as ash but hold some lighter patches, well more of waves I guess you could say. She has icy blue eyes that are intense but hold the possibility of kindness. Her tail is long as are her legs, making her fit for hunting and agility.
•••Personality:
Greystorm is one of those cats who is always right, atleast in her mind. She is boastful and arrogant, hiding her insecurities always. She has the air of a "tough guy" and tries her bust for her mask to stay firm, holding the weakness behind sealed doors. She gets frustrated easily and is head strong to the point where, even if she is wrong, sje will find a way to be right.
•••Crush//Mate//Kits:
None as of the moment, may develop in rp
•••Gender:
She-Cat
•••Otyer:
Don't think so, no :)

•••NAME-
Greypaw
•••GENDER-
Girl
•••RANK-
Apprentice
•••APPEARANCE(picture)-
Greypaw is as her name suggests, grey. She has waves of differing shades of the bland color that seem to give her pelt a personality of its own. The long legged she cat has icy blue eyes that hold the possibility of kindness while maintaining a superior edge. She feline's tail is lengthy, aiding her with balance as she loves to climb trees and fish, running made easier.
•••PERSONALITY-
Greypaw is a very boastful apprentice, modesty never taken into account. The arrogant youngster holds herself in high regaurds and does one day hope to become leader, ambition getting the best of her. She isn't the easiest cat to get along with and most of the time isn't too kind, though she knows poeples limits and will push them to the max. She is, however, very insecure. She desperatly tries to hide it under the "tough guy" veil, though the mask does sometimes faulter, leaving her scared and frantic.
•••MATE/CRUSH-
May develop in rp
•••OTHER-
DONT LOOK!!

•••Username:
Silent plea
•••Screen Name:
∂яαgσи
•••Active:
8-9/10 this may differ once school starts as my education comes first!
•••Name:
Night of Raging Storm (Storm)
•••Age:
12 moons, well, 11 3/4 but she likes to over exagerate.
•••Gender:
She cat
•••Rank {not hp}:
Pupil
•••Rank wanted:
Hunter
•••Appearance:
Storm is a grey she cat with slight hints at a darker pelt depending on the season. At this age she has a lean body with the benefits of long legs and a lengthy tail, the perfect traits for hunting. She has soft blue green eyes that give away every emotion, much to her dismay.
•••Personality:
Storm definitly has a feminine personality, taking up the act of flirting. She gets nervous easily and doesn't much care for being pressured. She is a little bit clumsy, tripping over the acasional twig amd getting tiny jagged stones wedged in her paw frequently. Her coat is slick but still holds the slightest bit of kit fluff not yet shed. She over exagerates a lot and tends to make up small fibbs, though she is horrible at lying, she still tries.
•••Family:
Storm was born on the night of a storm, go figure. High winds barrelling her mother to a point where it appeared her fur was going to be stripped from her body completely. The young feline didn't have a name, or no one had used in a long time. She was heavily pregnant during the terrible storm and quickly saught out shelter. She hadn't been in the roots of a ghostly tree no longer than a minute when the pains came. Energy nearly drained, she began to give birth. Storm came safely, well as safe as possible under the sircu,stances, and her brother, Harsh Arctic Wind, barely escaping escaping his mother's body before she gave up, exuastion getting the better of her. The kits snuggled up close as the wind tosseled their mother's pelt, ice starting to form at the tips. All three made it until the next morning, the mother hanging to life by a thread. As the patrols were doing their normal route, they heard the faint, mournful cries of the two kits as they weapt for their mother, the night had been unkind and greedy, snatching her life in return for the kits'. Eyes not yet open and ears still closed, they never got to hear their mother nor look upon her face. Being only hours old, they were taken back to camp, Wind slipping away by the second. His life was hardly spared. The tribe took up naming them after the night of their birth, the night there mother had died along with their unborn sister, to weak to break free.
•••Advanced bio link:
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1231558.new#new
•••Other:
Ship wreck I think it is

•••Username:
Same as above
•••Screen Name:
Same as above
•••Active:
Same as above
•••Name:
Harsh Arctic Wind (Wind)
•••Age:
11 3/4 moons
•••Gender:
Tom
•••Rank {not hp}:
Pupil
•••Rank wanted:
Defender
•••Appearance:
Wind is stockier than his sister, with broad shoulders and muscley legs and honches, though he still has the advantage of height. He has a paler pelt than his sister with dark, chocolate brown eyes with hints of gold flecks around the pupil. His tail is of average size, if there is one.
•••Personality:
While his siter is on the slightly shyer side, Wind is always blunt, obvious, amd truthful though sarcasm has also foumd its way. He always tells the truth with little to no sugar coating and isn't one to pity nor be pitied. He holds slight arrogance in his ways and isn't always the friendliest cat to be around.
•••Family:
Wind was born on the night of a storm, second after Storm. High winds barrelling his mother to a point where it appeared her fur was going to be stripped from her body completely. The young feline didn't have a name, or no one had used in a long time. She was heavily pregnant during the terrible storm and quickly saught out shelter. She hadn't been in the roots of a ghostly tree no longer than a minute when the pains came. Energy nearly drained, she began to give birth. Storm came safely, well as safe as possible under the sircu,stances, and while Wind barely escaped his mother's body before she gave up, exuastion getting the better of her. The kits snuggled up close as the wind tosseled their mother's pelt, ice starting to form at the tips. All three made it until the next morning, the mother hanging to life by a thread. As the patrols were doing their normal route, they heard the faint, mournful cries of the two kits as they weapt for their mother, the night had been unkind and greedy, snatching her life in return for the kits'. Eyes not yet open and ears still closed, they never got to hear their mother nor look upon her face. Being only hours old, they were taken back to camp, Wind slipping away by the second. His life was hardly spared. The tribe took up naming them after the night of their birth, the night there mother had died along with their unborn sister, to weak to break free.
•••Advanced bio link:
Same as above
•••Other:
Shipwreck! Sorry for the blandness on this one btw

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Name: Jaystep
Age In Moons: 16 moons
Gender: she cat
Rank: warrior
Appearance (Images Allowed): picture above+ plus she is fairly small, averaging around the size of an apprentice half way through training
Personality: Jaystep is a grouchy, small cat who is very hot headed. Angered easily, she is not one to be pitied. She has fierce words and always seems to find her way into an argumemt.
Other: um don't think so :)

•••Username:
splash
•••Activity Level (on scale of 1-10):
I try to be as active as possible and pull off around an 8 or 9. It may differ once school starts though
•••Cat's Name:
Spiderpaw
Greypaw
Shadowpaw
•••Wanted Rank:
apprentice
medicine cat apprentice
apprentice
•••Gender:
tom
she cat
tom
•••Appearence (pictures accepted):
Spiderpaw is a black tom with spidery long legs and tail. He has fur that sometimes doesn't want to lay flat, giving him the appearance of fluff. His eyes are a sort of yellow blue green that really light up his appearance. Across his body are single white hairs randomly scattered, making it look like a sort of web.
Greypaw is as her name suggests. Her fur is a sort of dark grey and her eyes are an icy blue. Her build is simular to her brother's though she is slightly shorter. She is lean and skinny and agile and holds a sort of sharpness to her movements.
Shadowpaw is a long legged and tailed tortie. He is however slight like his sister. He has soft green yellow eyes and seems to blend in with the shadows.
•••Personailty:
Spiderpaw is a very proud tom and always arrogant. He uses these traits to hide his weakness and tries to stay brave, his mask hardly ever breaking to show weakness. He is boastful and full of himself but does respect others and stands up for them. Always.
Greypaw acts like any ordenary apprentice. She doesn't really have room to boast because she has a slight struggle with the herbs but she still is arrogant and hot headed, blowing up over slight details. She is also quick to the defence of others and simply likes to have fun. She isn't the easiest cat to get along with but she does have her kind momemts. She can be shy though most of the time is out going.
Shadepaw is nothing like either of his siblings. He is kind and gentle and considerate, thinking of others before himself. He is mostly shy and is the main thinker out of the bunch, always trying to play on the safe side of things.
•••Mate/Crush/Kit(s):
none for all though may develop in rp
same
Same
•••Kin:
Spiderpaw, Shadepaw, and Greypaw are the only survivers of their litter. Their mother was litterally dying as she gave birth, only able to bring out Spiderpaw, Greypaw, and Shadowpaw Before her heart weakened and the last two kits were trapped inside.
•••History (optional, but preferred):
Spiderpaw, Greypaw, and Shadowpaw grew up more or less normaly in the clan exept for the incident when they were born, having to be fostered by other queens. They never knew who their father was nor if he is still alive, Shadowpaw holding a grudge against him for not being here.
•••Others: don't think so :) oh! I hope that the medicine cat apprentice slot isn't filled!

Name: Mouseberry
Age: 19 moons
Gender: she cat
Rank: warrior/queen
Crush/Mate: needs!
Personality(Opt.): Mouseberry is generally a kind cat but has her moments. She is a huge worry wart and a perfectionist.
History(Opt.): n/a as of the moment
Other: she is pregnant

Lightpaw

Name:
Lightpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
12 moons
Rank:
Aprentice
Mentor:
I'm pretty sure this needs she needs a mentor. . . .

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Eye Color:
Her eyes are a bright and vibrant blue filled with curiosity and wonder about all of life's details.
Pelt Color:
A faint creme, nearly white, pelt with just a hint of tabby stripes covers Lightpaw. In some lighting it appears that her fur has a shade or two of ginger just glazing the tips.
Overall Appearance:
Lightpaw is a light creme tabby she cat with electrical blue eyes. Going against the stereotype of the clan, born a runt and remains no bigger than an apprentice half-way through training. She appears to be delicate but is sturdy just like the rest of her clan mates. Being of small size, she easily scales the mountain with, quick, light steps. It almost appears as if she floats, her bounds graceful. Her fur is of moderate length, not being long nor short but a happy middle. During the winter her downy fur/fluff gives her added size to a generally sleak and slim form.

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Personality:
Lightpaw has a firery temper and is easily angered. Though she does tend to be agressive, she knows when to dial it down. At her best she is loveable and flirty. Her worst: you better run as she can become a furball of anger and hatred, even with her petite size. She has a natural curiosity and wonder. In times as those, she leaves the world of her clan amd a whole new side of her appears. One of gentle exploration and quiet observation, the only time she is ever quiet.
Likes:
As stated many times, Lightpaw is one for adventure and thrill, seaking out life's pleasures. She enjoys messing around and pranks.
Dislikes:
Fears:
Favorites:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:

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Mother:
Father:
Littermates:
Other Family Members:
History:
Mate: {Or crush, but say so}
Kits:

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Username:
Screen Name:
Link to Camp: {This is for ease of access for me - I link all recorded members to their camp in case their screen names changes - IN ORDER TO GET THE LINK TO YOUR CAMP, YOU NEED TO LOG OUT AND THEN FIND YOUR PROFILE AGAIN}
Online Activity Level:
Other:
RP Sample:

Name~
Spiderpaw
Rank~
Aprentice
Gender~
Tom
Appearance~
Spiderpaw is a mainly black tom with the acasional white hairs scattered randomly through out his pelt, giving his pelt the appearance of a web. He has spindly legs and tail and his fur sometimes likes to fluff up in places, giving him a fuzzy look.
Age~
11 3/4 moons
Personality~
Spiderpaw is blunt and direct, not one to give huge back stories. He doesn't much care for those who blabber on and on. Living by a vow of truth, he never lies and doesn't waste time with sugar coatings. He is sometimes mistaken for rude, but he is kind. Sometimes. He already has a soft spot for kits and is a flirt. He is as rambuncious of a flirt as others, taking on the more subtle kind gesture. If cats ask him stupid questions, he responds in sarcasm or uses sarcasm when ever he pleasess, the latter occuring more often. He can get snappy and grouchy if too mamy people are being stupid and is what some would call "a productive worker" while still finding plenty of time to get into trouble. He isn't one to be very forgiving, holding grudges for quite a long time.
History~
A rouge by the name of Silver once lurked the lands of the clans. She was hostile but not stupid, keepimg her distance from the clans while still catching just enough pray to servive. Over the moons she became pregnant, the clan growing suspicious of her ever growing belly. Acusations of more prey stealing were said, and they set out search parties to find this rouge. Knowing what they were doing, Silver resead her pray catching to a mouse every two days or so, trying to cover her tracks. The strong willed she cat refused to leave the territory, having been rased in the woods by her mother she wasn't about to leave now. The day then came that she was to give birth, the poor feline nothing but skin and bones after trying to acomidate to the clan's growing threats. Spiderpaw was the first of three to be born. Shortly after, Silver died. The kits, all three terribly weak, fumbled around their mother's body for over a day, the cold carcass neither giving them warmth nor milk. After the first day, they were found by a patrol, motionless aside from the faint rise amd fall of their chest. Rushed to camp, they were then given names by the queen who was fostering them. Spiderkit, strongest of the three, Ebonykit, the second born, amd finally Smokekit, the closest to death. The first moon passed with no reasurence of their survival as whitecough then greencough drifted into their lives. As if by maricle, the siblings pulled through, making it into apprenticehood. One fateful day came when a badger was lurking around the territory, observing the clan. Smokepaw, the most troblesome of the group, pitched an idea to his siblings. Spiderpaw declined right away, seeing the stupidity in the plan to kill the badger. Ebonypaw, failing in her apprentice training, saw a chance to b. Repected if the plan were to follow through, and agreed. That night, when the moon was near its peak, they creapt out, Spiderpaw asleep in the apprentice's den. He awoke to find his siblings missing, nests cold. Fear ripped through him as he knew where they had gone. He gathered a few warriors in a frantic flurry to find his siblings, setting out moments later. The forest was strong with blood, the heavy sent leading them straight to the contorted body of Smokepaw, limbs jutting out at odd angles and a messy gash was torn across his flank. But Ebonypaw was still missing. Spiderpaw, torn on weather searching for his sisyer or staying with his dead brother, was frantic. Finally disiding on Ebonypaw while the warriors scouted the territory for the badger, the scent only faint on Smokepaw, he came across her. She had had more luck than Smokepaw, just enough to still be alive. A nasty wound stretched across her hind left haunch, puss seeping the deep insition. Her normally black lustrious pelt was sticky with scarlet as Spiderpaw gently as he could, heaved Ebonypaw onto his shoulders, a soft groan escaping her lips as more blood drained from her leg. Spiderpaw then made the painstaking process back to camp. When he got back, he was rewarded with the fact that his sister was still alive, but only just. Infection had set into the she cat and the amount of blood loss was vast. Right away the medicine cat began to work on Ebonypaw, trying to get her atleast stable. After feverish hours, the medicine cat declared it was her leg or her life, both one a possibility of death, the other insured. So he/she made the choice for her. Her leg was removed. Spiderpaw never left Ebonypaw's side after he was permitted to see her. He got herfreshkill, gave her new moss, the whole 9 yards. When the news came that Ebonypaw would live, a slight burden arose from his shoulders, though Smokepaw still weighed him down. While his sister recovered, Spiderpaw blamed himself for her injuries and the death of his brother, pleading that he could've stopped the whole ordeal. And now to present daywhere Ebonypaw is aloud to move around but still holds the threat of opening her wound.
Kin~
Ebonypaw is his siter and Smokepaw his late brother.
Crush/mate ~
open
Apprentice/mentor
He needs a mentor

Name~
Ebonypaw
Rank~
Apprentice
Gender~
Female
Appearance~
Ebonypaw, as her name suggests, is the color of ebony. Usually having a lustrious pelt, when the sun hits it just right, a tint of bright blues and greens cascade on her black coat. Her eyes are also a blue green, a slight spark held beneath the surface. At the current moment, however, her fur is dull without any shine to it. She has a wide gash on her hind left lag cut short where her leg is missing. The cut itself has scabbed over but still holds the threat of opening once again as does her stump.
Age~
11 3/4 moons
Personality~
Ebonypaw used to be bright and chirpy and oblivious to life's dangers, trusting everyone. But after the badger, she has become fearful, hesitant, and shy. She is slowly regaining her voice though is still very fearful, ducking away from possible threats.
History~
A rouge by the name of Silver once lurked the lands of the clans. She was hostile but not stupid, keepimg her distance from the clans while still catching just enough pray to servive. Over the moons she became pregnant, the clan growing suspicious of her ever growing belly. Acusations of more prey stealing were said, and they set out search parties to find this rouge. Knowing what they were doing, Silver resead her pray catching to a mouse every two days or so, trying to cover her tracks. The strong willed she cat refused to leave the territory, having been rased in the woods by her mother she wasn't about to leave now. The day then came that she was to give birth, the poor feline nothing but skin and bones after trying to acomidate to the clan's growing threats. Ebonypaw was the second of three to be born. Shortly after, Silver died. The kits, all three terribly weak, fumbled around their mother's body for over a day, the cold carcass neither giving them warmth nor milk. After the first day, they were found by a patrol, motionless aside from the faint rise amd fall of their chest. Rushed to camp, they were then given names by the queen who was fostering them. Spiderkit, strongest of the three, Ebonykit, the second born, amd finally Smokekit, the closest to death. The first moon passed with no reasurence of their survival as whitecough then greencough drifted into their lives. As if by maricle, the siblings pulled through, making it into apprenticehood. Newly named Ebonypaw, floundered in her apprenticeship. She couldn't aim her leaps right, her strength and agility were poor, and she had the attention span of a squirrel. When news came that a badger was lurking around, Smokepaw hatched a plan. If they were to kill it, they would go down in history as the youngest cats to have slaughtered a badger. Spiderpaw immidiatly declined while Ebonypaw was about tojump out of her skin with excitement, a definite yes. Smokepaw started to work out the details with Ebonypaw, the process taking the remainder of the daylight. Once the moon was up, almost full, Smokepaw lead the way into the forest, Ebonypaw close on his tail. The night fleeted quickly with no sign of the badger, not even the slightest of scents. Disappointment clouded Ebonypaw and her brother and they started back to camp around the time when others would wake when a gust of when swept past them, the fresh smell of badger carried along with it. Renewed with energy, they set out, Smokepaw, the best at tracking out of the three, in the lead. The scent grew stronger and stronger until they found its home, a hole dug into the earth. Ebonypaw, her skills starting to hone in, decised that one should go in through the smaller hole around back to scare it out while the other waited up front. Ebonypaw took the latter task, Smokepaw the former. Creeping around to the back, Smokepaw nestled his way in through the hole, only slight wiggle room for a badger permitted. With his most warrior like battle screech he could muster, Smokepaw woke the sleeping beast. As the plan called for, he retreated the way he came, expecting the badger to go through the front entrance. It didn't. It followed the apprentice out the back, Smokepaw getting a little distance as the badger struggled to exit through the hole. "Run!" He screeched in terror to his sister. She did. But Smokepaw was unaware of the badgers presence hot on his heals. With fear clouding his sences and exhaustion getting the better of him, Smokepaw slowed. Bad move. The badger was on him in moments. With a horrific yowl, Ebonypaw was informed of jer brother's situation, racing back to help. The shocking sight of her brother at the paws of the badger froze her to the spot, his eyes glassy and distant, blood gushing from a gash down his flank, his legs contorted in a manor no where near natural. In her moment of hesitation, the badger persued her. Shaking her head clear of the scene around her, she leaped at the creature, lips drawn back in a snarl, claws unsheathed. She landed on the foe's face, clawing its right eye free from its head. Prying jerself from the creature, she fled. But not without a price. The badger swiped at her, tearing a massive paw towards her hind left leg, ripping it open. And then-
The badger left. She tried deserately to crawl towards camp, a bloody skid mark left with her tries. Before she even got close, she fainted from blood loss. Hours, years, decades seemed to pass as she lay in a world of horror, pain, and death, the darkness encasing her until she was vaguely aware of being lifted, a groan escaping her lips. Next thing she knew, she was in camp, aching terribly. Her pelt was sticky and her hind left leg had a shooting pain going through it. In a groggy trance, she set herself up to see only a stump wjere her leg should've been and and deep gash abruptly cut off, still red as she saw her muscle and bone. She then was finally aware of Spiderpaw at her side, in a pained sleep. That's when the whole insident came back to her. When she relised Smokepaw hadn't made it. Her body wracked with sobs, Spiderpaw woke. Ever since that, he helped her by getting water and food for her, by changing her moss. To present day her gash has scabbed over and she has been given permission to walk.
Kin~
Spiderpaw is her only live kin, and Smokepaw is her late brother. She has no clue who her father is and has always wanted to meet him.
Crush/mate ~
May develop in rp
Apprentice/mentor
She needs a mentor though isn't able to train yet because of her absent leg and the chance of opening it again.