Lightfeather gets her nine lives!!!

Character Name:

Character Age:

Gender:

Rank:

Appearance:

Personality:

---Likes:

--- Dislikes:

---Strengths (No MORE than 5):

---Weaknesses (At least 3):

History (optional):

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Character Name: Mint (soon to be Minkit)

Character Age: 3 moons

Gender: she-cat

Rank: loner (soon to be kit)

Appearance: Black she-kit with ice blue eyes. She has slightly oversized paws, and a tail that fades from a black base to a gold tip. Her nose and the inside of her ears are dark grey, and she has short fur that she always tries to keep well-groomed.

Personality: At the moment, scared as heck. She has been abused as a loner, but is still kind-hearted. She does not trust at first sight, it takes her a few minutes to relax. She is frightened of all cats older than kits, especially toms, but doesn't let it show. Also, Mint loves helping others, to the point of being self-sacrificing. The she-kit follows the warrior code to the letter, since she's seen what happens when cats don't have any morals. She is generally kind, and there is nothing she hates more than bullies; she doesn't hesitate to fight them with words or claws. She is saucy but doesn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings, mischievous, and a bit self-loathing due to being abandoned. She tries not to let it show, though.

---Likes:
heights (especially those others can't reach), mice, sparrows, night/the dark, hunting

--- Dislikes:
being trapped, bullies, blackbirds (one almost carried her off when she was a newborn), water

---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
hunting, excellent eyesight/hearing

---Weaknesses (At least 3):
tends to (try to) use moves that require more strength than she has, can't take criticism, holds grudges against those not her friends

History (optional):
Was born as a loner to Frost, no idea who her father is. Has a sister named Sage, with almost her opposite coloring - gold pelt with a black tipped tail, and green eyes. Her mother left her at around 1 1/2 moons; Frost knew she could only care for one kit so took the strongest and left. Has been constantly being attacked by older loners who think she would make a good meal ( :'() and so is afraid of almost all cats. She was starving, then accidentally wandered into WildClan territory, where a warrior found her almost collapsing from exhaustion and brought her into camp.

Comments (optional):
Did I miss anything? Also, thanks so much!

Character Name: Sparrowpelt

Character Age: 26 moons

Gender: she-cat

Rank: Medicine Cat

Appearance: A lithe tortoiseshell with small patches of white. She has chocolate colored eyes, and often smells of herbs.

Personality: She is VERY good at reading cats' body language, well enough that she can tell when one is lying or hiding a wound with no more than a glance. She has a good memory for herbs as well, and a close relationship with StarClan; basically, she's a fantastic medicine cat. Fighter or hunter? Well, not so much. She is sweet and sarcastic in turns, whichever suits her mood (and how annoying the cat she's treating is) at the moment. She's also fiercely protective of kits.

---Likes:
Sage, finches, kits (she doesn't want any, but loves playing with them)

--- Dislikes:
oddly enough, she cannot stand the taste of sparrow. She also hates fighting, and it frustrates her when no apprentice will help her. (That's why she has a soft spot for Mint; while the she-kit would never be a medicine cat, she enjoys helping.)

---Strengths (No MORE than 5):
Memory of herbs, dealing with finicky warriors

---Weaknesses (At least 3):
She is awful at fighting, hunting, and oddly enough cannot for the life of her keep her mouth shut when Lightstar is speaking (ie, quietly saying mouthy comments under her breath). She's working on it, though.

History (optional):
Not much special here, just a she-kit interested in the medicine den. She was always in there without permission until a week after being apprenticed, when she was switched to a medicine cat apprentice and then stayed in all the time with permission. Her mentor died a few moons ago; however, they weren't very close. Sparrowpelt mourns her, but not as if her best friend had died.

Comments (optional):
...yeah, I think that's it.