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Keiran
Rank:Member of Night
Age:34 moons
Gender: male
Romantic Preference: Asexual
Sexual Preference: Aromantic
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Appearance:Keiran is a black tom with a white patch of fur on his chest and amber eyes. He is rather small and skinny. He has a couple of scars, the most noticeable being on his left shoulder.
Personality:Keiran is very silent, preferring to not speak unless spoken to. Despite this, he hates being alone and would much rather be with someone than to be alone. While he may not speak with them, just the comfort of having someone nearby will help calm him.
Biography: Keiran was born as a loner. He never knew his father, and his mother never spoke about him. She taught him how to survive in the wild, and when she was satisfied that he would live, she left him. Keiran, not used to being alone, was terrified. He didn't know what to do, or where to go. So he wandered, often not having much to eat since he would rarely bother with trying to hunt. He knew he could hunt, but he couldn't bring himself to. He met a few hostile cats in his travels, a couple of which gave him some scars to remember them by. After moons of travelling, he came across Arcaneclan, and decided to live in the Night quadrant
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[color=white]Sample Paragraph:Keiran wandered through the forest, his paws dragging behind him. He was tired and hungry. He hadn't slept in what felt like moons, but really could only have been a few days. The last time he had eaten was 3 days ago, and that was just a scrawny mouse. He knew that he had to hunt, but fear of what lay ahead made him keep moving. If he stopped to hunt, some currently hidden danger may present itself to him! He hadn't sniffed around him in a while, so there could very well be something-someone, following him
Other: Eyyy hallo

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KIARA
[color=white]Rank: "I am a loyal member of Shadow."
Age: "I am at the peak of my life, at twenty one moons."
Gender: "Isn't it obvious? I'm a girl!"
Romantic Preference: "Well, since I am slightly attracted to Dice, it is obvious that I prefer toms."
Sexual Preference: "I am most definitely straight. No doubt about it."
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[color=white]Appearance: "I am a rather breathtaking female, or at least that's what they say. They also say I am the fairest of all the she cats in the clan. A couple toms called me drop dead gorgeous! I am a pretty, light grey she cat with a white chest and paws. I have beautiful, thick black stripes covering my thick, long fur, and the tip of my long fluffy tail is white. My eyes are a striking golden orange, and my face is soft and lovely. However, I do have a sharp looking edge to me under all that pretty, soft fur and sweet eyes. Don't underestimate the pretty ones!"
Personality: "You will have to judge my eccentric personality yourself. However, I will give you the basics on, well, me! I am very friendly and outgoing, perhaps too much sometimes. Around my friends I am loud, crazy, funny, and extremely sarcastic. I also am one of the stubbornest cats you will ever meet. I am kind, sweet and gentle sometimes too. I am extremely protective around those I love, and fight to defend others. I do not easily succumb to rude comments or teasing, I usually just snap back a smart comment that shuts them up. I am also very flirty, and most toms fall in love with me at first sight. However, I am known to break hearts as easily as cracking a twig in two. This isn't true. Most toms try to take advantage of me against my will, so I have to end things with them.

The downsides of my personality are mostly that I tend to speak my mind. If you purposely ruffled your fur because you think it looked cool and rugged, I would probably tell you that you look liked you slept three moons without grooming yourself. Honestly, I'm just trying to tell you it looks bad! I guess I could say it in a nicer way...whatever. I also can be somewhat of a rule breaker occasionally. Don't tell anyone!"
Biography: "I was born into a rogue group a few miles west of ArcaneClan. My mother's name was Jordain and she was, in a way, a prostitute for the male rouges. She was one of the lowest ranks in the clan, and turned herself into an unclean woman just to feed herself. My father is unknown to me, he was one of the many rogues that had affairs with my mother. When my mom got pregnant, she ran away and hid in the woods to protect me from her awful rouge-mates. I was born in December, on a cold winters night inside a hollowed out log. My mothers only friend, Kiarah(my namesake), helped my mother while she gave birth.

My mother raised me until I was three moons old. Kiarah had left her to go back to the clan where her mate was, so it was just me and Jordaine for a while. I also had a baby brother, but he died. He was a sickly kit. I don't miss him. My mother left me one night, claiming she was leaving to hunt. She wanted to get back to her life as a wh*re, so she just left me. A three moon old kit. Alone. In the middle of the woods.

But I was strong! I survived by hunting for myself, and I also taught myself how to fight. I wandered the lands for a month before I stumbled across ArcaneClan. They took me in and trained me to be a great warrior and huntress. I never saw my mother again, and I don't plan to. My home is ArcaneClan now, and I wish to keep it that way."
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[color=white]Sample Paragraph: "The subtle breeze sifted through the long-limbed branches of the coniferous trees in the forest. A lush, thick blanket of grass was soft under my paws, and small lilies were dotted here and there. Faint sunlight trickled in through the branches and created mysterious shadowy rays of sunlight against the dark forest. My heart fluttered in my chest as I hear a twig snap to my right. My Amber optics searched the murky undergrowth in search of life. I had been sent out to patrol the border, and Mark out anything suspicious. Strange creatures lurking in the shadows was suspicious.

My ears flattened against my head and I gave a small hiss of warning to the figure, faintly outlined by the weak dawn sunlight. My fur ruffled slightly as the breeze increased in speed, and a small shiver ran down my arched spine. A deep growl came from the depth of the bushes, and my eyes widened in terror as a six food tall bear lumbered out from the darkness. A screech of fright threatens to tear out of my throat as I crouch, helpless, in the swaying grass. The bear peers down at me with beady black eyes, and opens its massive jaws. Spittle flies from its mouth as it lets out an ear splitting roar. I let out a faint whimper, and curl my tail under my legs. The bear raises his paws, shifts its stance, lets out another roar, and..."
Other: "Um...I may or may not have a teensy crush on Dice. I don't think he knows, but I just hope he approaches me soon! I think we would be pretty cute together."