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[justify][font=times new roman][size=10][color=black]Name:Northernjay.
Gender:Masculine.
Age:37 moons.
Rank:Warrior.
Rank desired:Deputy.

Written appearance:With a jet-black-and-snow-white pelt; patches of both of the dull coloration create his fur colors; a very cold demeanor; a mostly white pelt; stained dapples of jet-black located on head, ears, spine, back feet, and tail; startlingly cold grey-blue eyes; a rather pointed face; non-muscular; small paws as graceful and silent as a cloak whispering in the breeze; long, tangled whiskers; a rather cute pale pink nose; a cold, high-pitched voice;
History:Many months ago, Northernjay(known as 'Adderspit' then), along with at least seven more felines, was accused to the crime of forming a sort of rebellious grouping against the Clan's current leader back then, attempting to overthrow, or perhaps worse if the plan had carried out the correct way, assassinate the leader for the groupings own 'leader', currently then known as the Clan's deputy, to take control without waiting for the Clan's leader's fruitful and noble life could carry out any longer. Their mission was unfruitful; one of the Clan's warriors back then had once stumbled upon one of their meetings, and had hidden, listening. Without any proof this warrior could not tell his leader, so he had to wait for the rebellious group to make a move. This warrior was luckily just in time to eavesdrop on the group's latest scheme; assassination. Appalled and shocked, the warrior rushed to tell his leader; the leader agreed to post several of the Clan's strongest warriors near him for the rest of the evening, trying to convince the warrior his suspicions were untrue. They were not. The leader, taking a night patrol, was alone. The group took their chance, attempting to attack him. Yet they hadn't any idea the leader had posted his own group of warriors to follow, staying hidden. The Clan's warriors fought the group off; the ones who were guiltiest, meaning the ones who had themselves attacked the leader and had been the ones who came up with the assassination fled for their lives at once; the less guilty lot, the few who had only followed the group desiring a taste of fame and respect, not to mention high ranks, were banished at once. Adderspit was among them. Forced to form a new life on his own as a loner, nearly maddened by loneliness and guilt. He tried to forget his crimes. It was nearly impossible but he sworn he'd never mention it again and called himself 'Jay'. He lived as far away from the Clan as possible. Never returning. Yet longing for his old Clan eventually overtook him, and he hatched a plan..disguised as a loner unfamiliar with the Clan, he lingered at the borders, until found by a patrol, it was two moons ago. He was a terrific actor, as everyone knew as back then he seemed least likely to go bad, but overlooked the fact that he only craved to prove himself, having grown up bullied and neglected. He simply posed as an over-curious wanderer. He asked if he could see the Clan's leader. After a moon or so of training(of course, he pretended to be unfamiliar with any training or technique) he earned a new warrior name, 'Northernjay'. So he's been posing as a new warrior. Back then was so long ago, and Northernjay's personality had changed so much..none of the warriors who had been a part of the Clans have figured it out. And so far, he's thriving this way..but will the truth ever come out?
Personality:Once a happy, bubbly young warrior, Northernjay has changed completely since his crimes. He's very quiet. This is not because he is shy, but because he knows the quietest ones notice, hear, and learn the most. This quirk has guided him to be an excellent hunter, yet a poor fighter because of his weak frame. His demeanor is very cold despite his politeness. He can often persuade or manipulate others with ease with his flattery or clever tongue, knowing this as a perfected art, because he knows to be cautious not to overdue it or underdo it as well. He's a very likable cat to higher ranks and cats older than himself, as he insists on calling any cat a day older than him ''ma'am'' or ''sir''. He strikes them as an eager, polite young cat thirsty for knowledge. Only younger cats than himself think there lies anything eerie behind those cold, greedy grey-blue eyes. He tries his hardest not to get close to most cats, in fear he may not be able to bear lying to them.
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[justify]Name:"A-yo. It's Witheredpaw."
Gender:"It's easy to tell what my gender is. But I guess it's hard for some cats, I'm a pretty she-cat, of course!" Male.
Age:"What's with these questions?" Nine moons.
Rank:"Exiled medicine cat apprentice...edgy, huh? Betcha' wondering why I got exiled, ne?"
Rank desired:"A warrior rank would've been nice."

Written appearance:Witheredpaw is a short cat with very thin, supple limbs. His fur is gray and covered in darker stripes, these stripes can be seen better on his face and tail. While on the subject on his face, you can note that Witheredpaw has sharp, tall ears, light yellow eyes, and dark pink nose. His chin and parts around his eyes are colored white, as well as the fur on his chest. One of Witheredpaw's most noticeable feature (apart from his stature) is his 'withered' or dead paw (his left paw.) He was cursed at birth with a dead paw, literally, a dead paw, he cannot feel it, and has never felt it. He can walk on said paw (with a slight limp), but not for very long distances or else he can stop feeling his entire left forearm, if there is ever a case that he must walk a long distance, he'll just limp on it. Let's get back on the note of his eyes, they're nothing special, of course, but some cats can see that glint in his eyes, the glint that he is stewing up something that will not have a good outcome.
History:Witheredpaw was destined to become a medicine cat from the start that he was diagnosed with his dead paw, seeing that disabilities were indeed frowned upon since in the proud and humble AlderClan, cats there rarely ever were born with disabilities. So once he came of age, he was pushed into the medicine cat apprentice job, hating it at first, but over time, he accepted the fact that he was never going to get out of the job. Witheredpaw never told anycat, but since he was old enough to understand the concept of death, murder, and things of the like, he had been fighting the overwhelming urge to kill things. And on one very fateful day, those urges...just got the best of him. See, Ratsnap, the deputy of the clan, was a straight, full on @sshole, who was racist towards disabled cats such as Witheredpaw himself. Just on purpose, he'd give daily visits to the medicine cat den with fake problems 'ooh, my stomach hurts' or 'i think i should see the medicine cat, my tooth seems to be a bit sore' just so he could bully Witheredpaw when his mentor wasn't around. Anyways, on a very unfortunate day, as said before, when those urges got the best of Witheredpaw, Ratsnap came to the medicine den with a real problem, he had twisted his right paw while hunting. Witheredpaw took this as a great chance to give Ratsnap a taste of his own medicine...or...deathberry...in this case. If you catch my drift.

After the untimely death of Ratsnap the deputy, cats were very skeptical, and many blamed it on poisoned prey, since Ratsnap was fine until he dug into a nice, plump, deathberry-filled mouse supplied to him by none other than...you guessed it, Witheredpaw.

Once the fact that Ratsnap was dead really sunk in, the guilt ate Witheredpaw alive, even though he wasn't feeling exactly guilty for the cold-blooded murder he committed. He decided to confess to his parents, and in their stupid concern for their son, they told the leader. The leader, who was grieving the most for the fallen deputy, was infuriated, and exiled Witheredpaw immediately, but not without a few memorable scars, of course.

That was less than a moon ago.
Now, Witheredpaw survives on his own, far, far away from AlderClan's claws.
Personality:• violent
• short-tempered
• secretive
• confident
• distrusting
• dishonest
• great liar
• sarcastic
• somewhat outgoing
• hates being accused
• gets urges to kill
• sly
• realist
** witheredpaw tends to say 'ne' 'oi' 'che' and 'a-yo' a lot **
Relations:"The best parents ever! They ratted me out to the leader and got me exiled! Sarcasm's a beauty, ne?"
thornbite ,, mother ,, alive
falconflight ,, father ,, alive
shellkit ,, sister ,, deceased (stillborn)

Plot ideas:The way Witheredpaw joins the clan is when he comes across the railroads and nearly gets ran over by the train, shaken, he runs into the barn that the clan occupies, then...he joins.
Moons later, the vengeful leader of AlderClan decides to go looking for Witheredpaw to finish him off, and when they find him, a war breaks out, perhaps?
Other:Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson!!
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[justify]Name:His name is Bearclaw.
Gender:He is a male.
Age:Bearclaw is thirty seven moons, approximately three years.
Rank:Bearclaw is a warrior.
Rank desired:He prefers to be a warrior because he finds that becoming a higher position is too much of a burden and could already contribute to the clan by being a workforce and hunt and defend the clan.

Written appearance:Bearclaw is a massive-built - hence 'Bear' as the prefix of his name - cat with broad shoulders, powerful hind legs, front legs, large paws, and broad face. He often has a noticeable tuft in his ears. Bearclaw has a pearly white, great set of canines - hence 'claw' as the suffix of his name - and has a long tail. Bearclaw's pelt's base color is an ivory white and is accompanied by pale orange, a solid orange, and a slightly darker orange scattered across his back, his left hind leg, all along his tail. Orange has nearly consumed the most part of his face, covering his right eye, half of his snout, and the nape of his neck. Although he doesn't take the physical traits of a bear, he has the personality of one.
History:Bearclaw is clan-born, being birthed by warriors known as Runningfire and Robinfeather. His parents loved him dearly because of him being the only survivor out of a litter of six kits. They treated him very well, loved him very much, and both trained him in the art of combat, hunting, reconnaissance, stealth and one skill he would cherish forever: caring. Sadly, while on the outskirts with his parents on Cordial Clan territory, they were jumped by a band of rouges set up near their patrol route. His parents ripped through fur and shed blood in order to defend Bearclaw and give him time to run to camp and warn the others. But by the time he fetched the clan and brought them back to the location, the rouges split and his parents were dead. Heart broken, Bearclaw drove himself into a depression and found thoughts of him leaving the clan and pursuing the cats that killed his parents. But he knew his job to protect the clan was more important then some blood feud. He grew out of this depression and grew into a better warrior, clan mate, and overall, cat.
Personality:Bearclaw is very inviting, caring, and friendly person. He is often described as the "bear hugger" because of his need to hug people every time he greets them. He is rarely angered, provoked, or rude. He loves to be around others and would kill to defend his clan's integrity, feelings, and dignity. He enjoys time with others and loves to build connections with others. Bearclaw has tendencies to over achieve and can be clingy at times, but that's just a sign of love in his eyes. Bearclaw finds that being negative is not an option and tries to make people as comfortable and happy as possible. Bearclaw is an overall good-natured and very generous person.
Relations:-Runningfire - Father - Deceased.
-Robinfeather - Mother - Deceased.
-[Unnamed/Unknown kits] - Siblings and Kin - Deceased.
-Rouges and Loners - Negative Feelings/Antagonists/Hates.
-Cordial Clan - Everyone is his brother and sister, father and mother.
Plot ideas:Perhaps, Bearclaw comes across Pointblank and attacks her because he thinks that she was one of the rouges that murdered his parents? Then, after she joins, she can develop a real acceptance over the death of his parents and becomes a comrade of Pointblack?
Other:I enjoy a lot of books, especially "The Outsiders" by S.E Hinton, "The Child Called It" by Dave Pelzer, and "The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle" by Avi. I recommend all three highly. By the way, I am thinking of making an elder character.
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It was a bit late, so I found some minor errors in the form such as the mix up between the names I wanted. (Beartooth and Bearclaw)