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[b]FULL NAME HERE Spottedstone
- Alias: None
GENDER Masculine
AGE 156 Moons
- birth date: February 16
BREED Mixed
RANK Senior Senior Warrior
DESIRED RANK Content

HEIGHT (From paw to shoulder) 9 Inches
WEIGHT 8lbs
FUR TYPE Short, oft tangled.
EYE COLOR Hazel
FUR COLOR Various hues of brown and black.
BODY MODIFICATIONS Plenty of scars.

VOICE Searching
SCENT Leaves on the forest floor.

POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
You'll find Spottedstone is... Well, a grouchy old man. When it comes to little things, he will nit-pick, and he seems to make a spot out of blaming the youth for every little problem he runs across. When it comes to matters relating the clan, he is all business- the warrior code driving every thought in his head, every twitch in his paws. Because of this, he is fiercely dependable, and can be trusted with any task his body allows him to. Of course, as he ages (rather ungracefully), he finds his body beginning to slowly turn against him. He's slowing down. Jobs he used to do with ease have become struggles. Spite this all, he refuses retirement. He refuses to be rendered obsolete, in his eyes. To sit down and do nothing but leech food out of the mouth of his clan, the very idea of it disgusts him.
Outside of this, he is famously a hard mentor. Any cat who cat him as a mentor could tell you that. (I'm open to any past apprentice relationships!) He takes the job of being a mentor extremely seriously, and expects his trainee to as well.
As a senior warrior, he picks fun at his younger counterparts, as well as himself, often exaggerating his age compared to them.
His biggest regret? Never slowing down to have a family.

NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
Grouchy: He is almost always in a bad mood, grumbling and huffing from dusk to dawn.
Unwillingness to Let Go: He fears the change of letting go and succumbing to the elders den. Being a warrior has been a defining aspect of his life for over a hundred moons. Something like that isn't so easily released.
LIKES Being treated like he's still capable, respect, being of use.
DISLIKES Being spoken down to, the "elder treatment"
STRENGTHS
-He is a tom that has seen much. Time has left him very wise.
-He is notoriously a fantastic mentor, however hard.
-Undying, immeasurable loyalty to his clan.
WEAKNESSES
-He isn't the warrior he used to be.
-Gets tired all-too easily.
HISTORY
- birthplace: In clan.
- parents: Bristleheart x Bluesong
- siblings: No blood related kin.
- other kin: Adopted brother is Sycamoreclaw, Adopted mother is Lizardtail
- brief overall history:
kithood ⇥ While Spottedstone's mother was a she-cat by the name of Bluesong, he never had the pleasure of every getting to actually meet her. Upon his birth, his mother passed away, along with his would-have-been brother, Softkit. He was lucky enough that there had been a she-cat that had kitted not a week before that was willing to take him in to milk and nurture. His father remained in the picture. In fact, he seemed even more driven to stay connected to his son having lost the rest of his family.
As Spottedkit grew older, he was attached at the hip to his adopted brother. This came to a slight conflict to him. Well, his Father moreso. Bristleheart refused to accept the fact that Spottedkit saw those that adopted him as... Well, his family. He felt almost betrayed by the little kit. So, as a young kit, he was under a constant strain to balance his adoptive side, and his biological father. Although at the time he didn't understand what was happening, and why Sycamorekit wasn't allowed to call Bristleheart 'father', and why Bristleheart never wanted to spend time with his brother and Lizardtail.
Now, of course, he understands.
Spite the fact that his father put quite a lot of emotional strain on Spottedkit at such a young age, he absolutely idolized his father. He saw him as the perfect warrior. And in a way, he was. Bristleheart followed the warrior code as though it were instinct. He put it above himself, above his family, above his friends. And from the day Spottedkit was able to comprehend it, he began to carve the code into his son, as well.

apprenticeship ⇥ Spottedkit was, as any cat was, ecstatic to finally become an apprentice and start his training. In some ways, he had already begun learning the ways of the warrior through his father- but words could only take a kit so far. His first mentor had been a she-cat by the name of Waspflight. She was youthful, fresh into her duty as a warrior herself, with Spottedpaw being her first to take under her wing. She had been a pretty gold tabby, with eyes the shade of jade. In truth, Waspflight was slightly unprepared to take an apprentice. She was inpatient, and a poor teacher, rushing from one thing to the next with never really stopping to let thing soak into Spottedpaw's mind.
Not two moons into training, Waspflight came down with illness. Den ridden, the young she-cat died within two weeks of getting sick. Medicine cats to this day are still unsure as to what caused her to die so suddenly. It pained him greatly. Their bond had been instantaneous, and to have her drop so suddenly took him on a trip. Spite this, he decided to continue his training, committed to become a warrior.
His next mentor had been a senior warrior, a small, white she-cat by the name of Snowflurry. She had a motherly disposition, warm and calm, yet strict and high in expectation. She certainly whipped the young tom into shape, and he was eager to learn. Spottedpaw was a good student, excited to learn new things and quick to grasp concepts, albeit impatient when he couldn't do something right on the first try. Snowflurry slowly helped him into understanding that failure is to be expected, but not to accept it.
Come to his final assessment, he prepared, and came just under the top apprentice in his group, Redpaw.

life as an adult ⇥ Upon getting his warrior name, he had to admit, he was disappointed. He had wanted something fierce, like his brother's "claw", or something valiant, like his father's "heart". Instead, he had gotten "stone". A reliable and dependable cat. While he understood the weight behind it, it just wasn't what he had imagined when he got his name. Despite of his let-down of a name, he was excited and ready to serve his clan.
To be able to call his father his equal brought him more pride than any name could have. Spottedstone was prepared to show his worthiness to call his father a peer when his whole world was rocked. After a squabble with a fox, Bristleheart was taken. It wasn't even the fight that took him- it was infection. Spottedstone watched his father slowly deteriorate before his very eyes. His role model steadily became weaker and weaker until a mere fever took him.
He was destroyed. Depressed and damaged, he retreated back into himself and buried himself in work. Now his family was gone, the Code was there. He was a husk for moons until his close friends, Sycamoreclaw, Redrunner, and Rustfur pulled him from the muck. It took him quite some time to fully heal.
As he slowly repaired, the young tom drew closer and closer to Rustfur. Yet, when he professed his feelings and intentions, he was rejected. Rustfur had chosen his brother over him. As any young and irrational tom would do, he tore his ties with his brother and Rustfur, only having Redrunner now. It wasn't until he was near 70 moons that he went back and repaired relationships with the two. Sycamoreclaw died not long after that from a green cough outbreak, along with Rustfur. Redrunner died at 144 moons from natural causes. Now? Now it's just Spottedstone.

SEXUALITY Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single, regrettably
LOVE INTEREST(S) N/A
MATE N/A

TURN-ONS
TURN-OFFS

THEME SONG(S) Wait For It
PLOT IDEAS N/A
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Honeysong
- Alias: Honey
GENDER Feminine
AGE 112 Moons
- birth date: September 21
BREED Burmese
RANK Warrior
DESIRED RANK Warrior

HEIGHT (From Shoulder to paw) 6.5 inches
WEIGHT 6lbs.
FUR TYPE Short
EYE COLOR Gold
FUR COLOR Brazen Brown
BODY MODIFICATIONS N/A

VOICE

SCENT Honey, coincidentally

POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
Motherly: She has a soft, motherly disposition. She treats all cats of the clan as though her own kits, even the superiors. Doting and serene, however just as easily scolding. Without question she will correct behaviors she sees as unruly, from the youngest of kits to the mightiest of leaders.
Warm: An aura of calamity follows this she cat wherever she goes, gracing a others with peace and tranquility.
An Ear: Honeysong opens herself up to be an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. She is without judgment. In turn she will offer what advice she can.
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
Indecisive: She is a follower. She has been her whole life. She can't make decisions for herself.
LIKES The intimacy of others confiding in her.
DISLIKES Pain in others.
STRENGTHS
- Intelligent
- Is a cool head to come to
- Her warm disposition
WEAKNESSES
- Her slight frame
- Susceptible to illness.
HISTORY
- birthplace: Legacyclan
- parents: Lynxtail x Robinheart
- siblings: Stormpaw (deceased) and Loudwind
- other kin: N/A
- brief overall history:
Honeysong was the second litter of Lynxtail and Robinheart. Both cats were older, her father entering his twilight years. Patient and lenient, Honeykit, Stormkit, and Loudkit grew up doing as they pleased, but reaping the consequences. They quickly understood that freedom of decision didn't mean freedom of backlash. Because of this, they quickly adapted into calculating kittens and largely kept to the nursery and its confines, finding it was hard to get into to big of trouble there.
Out of the three of her siblings, Honeykit was by far the sweetest of the litter. They all seemed to follow the connotations that came with their names. Honey was kind and soft-spoken, yet always open to make friends with the other kits in the nursery. Stormkit was a flurry- she always rushed around, high on energy, yet she also held a temper that would later get her into trouble. And then there was Loudkit. Who was... Well, he was loud.

apprenticeship ⇥ At reaching 6 months, Honeykit - now Honeypaw - became apprentices to the clan. Her mentor was a notorious hard one, even in his young age. Spottedstone. He pushed her harder then she ever had expected, especially after growing up with parents who were flexible and nonchalant. She found a new set of rules placed on her, a new routine, a whole new spin on her once free-flowing life.
Awake at the earliest rays of the morning sun, she would be training until the light was gone yet again. Honeypaw was quick to adapt to her new life style, but what she couldn't adapt to, was being separated from her littermates for so long. Spottedstone refused to let her train with the other apprentices, and her long days kept her from them. By the time she got back to camp again, he brother and sister would be asleep. She found herself drifting away from her kin. For the sake of her future, she allowed it, promising to repair ties once they became warriors.
Unfortunately, she would never get the chance to mend her ties with her sister. Stormpaw died before their ceremony. She picked a fight with a fox and... the fox won. They found her body after she was missing for two days. Loudpaw was understandably crushed and took it far harder than Honeypaw. Their father had died but three weeks before in his sleep to unknown causes, so their family had already been going through a rough patch. Yet, as they say, the show goes on.
Honeypaw continued to train. She was born a natural hunter. The young she-cat was quick to out-match her mentor in her capabilities, lucky for her, as she lacked in the ability to defend herself. Spottedstone had to teach her a technique completely new to even he, who was able to largely over power his opponents. Honey was much smaller, naturally weaker. Instead, Spottedstone adapted her hunting capabilities into a sort of Guerrilla-style warfare, in which she would need to attack the unsuspecting, hit hard, then run.

life as an adult ⇥ Soon enough, Honeypaw became Honeysong. She would get her warrior name based upon a single thing: her voice. Her most outstanding attribute. Soft and careful, methodic and smooth, Honey's voice it music to the ears. She quickly learned to love her name, along with her brother, Loudwind.
Upon sitting her vigil, the at the time, young she-cat had time to sit an reflect on her new-found duties.
And she was terrified. A whole new page to her story, she was uncertain if she was prepared. She wanted nothing more than to be under the structured and rigid care of Spottedstone again. Her new freedom was something she hadn't had since she was a kit. While she was ready and equipped with all the skills she would need... she didn't know if she could handle it. As the sun rose, and cats began to spill into the clearing and congratulate her and her brother, she found her worries wash away with the fresh day's light.
Her life continued with simplicity, following orders and caring for her clan. It didn't take Honeysong to find herself a mate, a tom by the name of Redrunner. A good cat by any means, perhaps a little grouchy, but her sweet and motherly disposition balanced him out. It wasn't long before she found herself pregnant. She carried them out, until one day, her body suddenly aborted them.
Three times did Honeysong and Redrunner try for kits, three times did they excitingly wait and plan names and faces for the kits growing within her, and three times did she loose them. Incapable to carry out kits to term, the couple gave up on trying, and lived out their lives happy with eachother until Redrunner died a few moons ago from old age at 144 moons. After his death she opted for the life of an elder.

SEXUALITY Straight
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
LOVE INTEREST(S) N/A
MATE Recently deceased

TURN-ONS
TURN-OFFS

THEME SONG(S) Heavens Eyes
PLOT IDEAS N/A
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Beetlepaw
- Alias: n/a
GENDER Masculine
AGE 10 moons
- birth date: May 27
BREED mix breed longhair
RANK Warrior
DESIRED RANK He shoots for the stars. Literally. He wants to be leader someday.

HEIGHT (from paw to shoulder) 9.1 inches.
WEIGHT 10lbs (a bit stout)
FUR TYPE Long
EYE COLOR Green
FUR COLOR Black, though in direct light appears brown in hue.
BODY MODIFICATIONS n/a

VOICE {Adult Voice} Steve Valentine -

SCENT Rain on stone

POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
Forthwith: He says what he wants. His words are often bold and brash, but at least one could trust him for telling the truth - even in inappropriate times.
Dependable: Beetlepaw can be trusted to complete a duty is the duty is given to him, although if he doesn't want to do it, Bless the Spirits you will hear about it.
Generous: Beetlepaw would sacrifice much for his clan. It's just in his nature to give up anything he has: food, time, sleep. Anything.
Humorous
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS
Interruptive + Unpremeditated: These two traits walk hand-in-hand, as Beetlepaw's spontaneous words are often interrupting something. He doesn't often think about what he is saying as he says them, nor does he demonstrate any remorse in doing so, even if his words are foolish. He is missing that little filter in his mind that keeps most other cat's mouths shut in times when necessary.
Insecure: You'd find he is an insecure creature, hiding it behind a void of confidence and quick one-liners.
LIKES Being sociable, attention, eating.
DISLIKES Responsibility, rude behavior, condescending folk.
STRENGTHS
- He's quite... bulky. In battle, should the worst occur, he would be certainly a formidable opponent.
- Always truthful, to himself and others
- Generally a moral character
WEAKNESSES
- Awful hunter. Like. So bad.
- Loudmouth
HISTORY
- birthplace: In clan
- parents: Crowleap + Greysong
- siblings: Open
- other kin: n/a
- brief overall history: Simple clan born

SEXUALITY Heterosexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS Single
LOVE INTEREST(S) Open, will develop
MATE n/a

TURN-ONS The bright and bubbly, optimistic in nature, fun cats to be around.
TURN-OFFS The rude and stand-offish, the condescending, the sticklers.

THEME SONG(S) My Shot - Hamilton
PLOT IDEAS None
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