Character Name:WinterHarvest
Gender:Tom
Clan/Group{if any}:Shadowclan
Rank{if any}:Warrior
Appearance:WinterHarvest is a young,thin,dark brown,tom. He has dark green eyes with light green specks. His paws are small and petite with huge black claws. His pelt is thin and smooth.
Personality:charming,sweet,caring,brave,strict about the warrior code.
History:WinterHarvest had a normal kithood and exceeded as an apprentice. His mother and father died 2 moons ago.
WinterHarvest
WinterHarvest was heading back to camp after a morning hunt. Suddenly he smelt something. He headed torwards the smell cautiously.
WinterHarvest padded up to RavenCall. "Would you maybe want to come on boarder patrol with me?" WinterHarvest asked.
WinterHarvest bent down and sniffed the kits. He nudged them with his nose to get them to sit up. "Are you lost?" he asked trying not to sound mean, for they were kits.
Sage and her kits, Red and Pine were on an early morning stroll. "Momma can me and Pine go out and hunt in the fields?" Red asked her eyes gleaming with excitement.
WinterHarvest smiled at the two "I'll let you guys have your space."he mewed winking at Shadefur.
"You're on Shadowclan territory, where is your mother?"he meowed as he sat down.
Snakekit padded up behind RavenClaw "What ya up to?" he asked playfully.
Snakekit shook his head as though awaking from a long slumber. He plunged into the water "What do I do now?" he asked.
"SnakeStorm! We can't leave them it would be certain death! We have to tell the leader about this!" he meowed to her.
Snakekit struggled a moment then he came to a steady paddling pace. He stayed well away from the strong current and tried to paddle underwater but he couldn't do it. Snakekit got distracted for a moment by a fish and stopped paddling. His body sunk below the water. After a moment his head bobbed up and he spat up water but continued paddling.
WinterHarvest led the four kits through the camp and torwards the leader's den. "ParagonStar? SerpentStar?" he called in. WinterHarvest sat down curling his tail over his paws. he bent down torwards the kits "I can not promise that they will let you into the clan." he mewed.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1014225.0 Either leader is fine. Four kits lost on ShadowClan territory.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1014225.0 go to the link to see the leaders
CrimsonScar padded out of the camp. Her light grey tabby coat looked very out of place in the marsh but she was a full-blooded shadowclan warrior. Her crimson eyes scanned the area for prey. suddenly she smelt something the fur along her back rose it was pointed like a sharp knife.
CrimsonScar sat down behind SerpentStar waiting for the cat to emerge from the shadows. Her fur was still on edge "If this cat attacks i'll be ready." she thought to herself.
Snakekit continued at a steady pace.
Click on the link SerpentStar is there! 
WinterHarvest glanced back at the kits and started talking. "Me and another warrior found them in ShadowClan territory. They said that their mother ran off somewhere. So...... I guess i'm asking if they can join ShadowClan." He mewed.
Character Name:DoomsDay
Character Age:18 moons
Gender:Tom
Alliance:ThunderClan
Rank:Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences):DoomsDay's pelt is an off white color it's short and sleek, he has a grey stripe that goes from his nose down to his tail. His eyes are shaped like a full moon, he has dark green eyes with yellow circling his pupils. His pelt is infested with battle scars and one of his ears has been chewed clean off! He has a large frame, mostly muscle and his paws are very large! His whiskers are of medium length and his mouth always has a sort of smirk to it. His nose is small and light pink with black speckles.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):DoomsDay may look intimidating but he's really not, he's a real softy. DoomsDay seems to make friends every where he goes, but he's a real loud mouth! He's not the best warrior but he's not the worst, he never really pays attention to boring serious conversations all he wants to do is play fight or do something fun! You'll never see this cat sit still he's always looking for stuff to do, always running off into some wild adventure! Need a baby sitter, call DoomsDay he loves kits it's like he knows everything that goes on inside their heads! DoomsDay is really sensative when it comes to is feelings, he'll walk around forlorne for days until you say your sorry and after that your best friends again!
---Likes (at least 3):Play fighting, climbing trees, kits, adventure, acting like a goofball!
--- Dislikes (at least 3):Seriousness, cranky cats, battles, being sad.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5):Hunting, climbing, surprisingly swimming.
---Weaknesses (At least 3):Fighting, running, stealth
History (8 or more sentences):DoomsDay had 4 sisters as a kit, he was the biggest of the litter but he was the most timid. He befriended a tiny she-kit named Meadowkit, they did everything together they even had a small nest they made from moss and slept in it together. They were named apprentices together, no cat had ever seen a bond stronger than theirs! DoomsPaw's confidence grew over his moons as an apprentice and gradually he forgot about MeadowPaw. Until one day, while on a solo hunt Doomspaw fell into the river. Meadowpaw recognized his frightened yowls and saved him from drowning and from that day on they've sworn to be with eachother every second of the day. And right when Meadowpaw became Meadowfoot and Doomspaw became DoomsDay they've been mates! They haven't had kits yet, but they plan to and when that day comes Doomsday is gonna be as giddy as a butterfly!
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):Doomsday scanned the battle ground until suddenly he hit the ground with a thud! A massive grey tom barreled into him, he wriggled out from under the cat's grasp. The tom ran torwards him but Doomsday jumped into the air and landed on the cats back, he bit the shoulder blade of the cat so hard he drew blood. The cat bucked Doomsday off like a mad bull the cat charged at him and scrathed him on the forehead. Blood trickled down between his eyes, he was about to attack when he saw his clan retreating. He snarled then sprinted back to the safety of the camp.
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