[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Bloompaw[/size]
[size=5]Of SunClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Grey
Pelt: Dilute torbie calico
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Traits: I am a a fine-furred she-cat with large eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I am impatient with other cats and can be overly critical of them, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to.
History: My mother was killed by a mountain lion.
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Chill that Rages[/size]
[size=5]Of Poplar Cove[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Grey
Pelt: Silvery white
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Traits: I am a a short furred, battle-scarred Tom with exotic-looking eyes and rounded ears. I am very nervous and always twitching with anxiety, and maybe I just need to gain more confidence.
History: I was born into a rogue pack that was the enemy of my pack. During one of our raids on the pack, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the pack. I and my two littermates were adopted by the pack when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue pack are still out there...
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Cometpaw[/size]
[size=5]Of Haunted Woods[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Grey
Pelt: Light Grey-brown and white
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Traits: I am a a long furred she-wolf with lively eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I can be really rude and put my foot in my mouth a lot, but I am a very good judge of character.
History: My father was killed by a wolf from the Outrunners. My mother has been raising us to hate them ever since.
A shy apprentice sits on a rock in the moonlight. "Is love love even real?" she wispers
"Will I even ever be a warrior?" she mews silently
"You guys are finally back!!!!" Blossompaw mewed excitedly. "how was the gathering?" the young she-cat yowlded
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Carila[/size]
[size=5]Of Spirit Caves[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Brown
Pelt: Brown
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Traits: I am a a soft-pelted Tom with a joyful look in my eyes and a sturdy, muscular build. I am very sensitive to criticism, but I learn very quickly from my mistakes.
History: I was born the runt of my litter. I have had a hard time keeping up with the other pups.
she sighed
A young she-cat sits at the river moonlight shining in her eyes. "will I ever be loved" she wonders
she slowly takes a drink from the pool and sighs "Starclan please anser me" she mews
"hi" Brooketail mews " you startled me"
[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Autumnpaw[/size]
[size=5]Of RiverClan[/size]
[size=3]Eyes: Hazel
Pelt: Blue smoke with white
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Traits: I am a a short-coated she-cat with exotic-looking eyes and rounded ears. I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I would never intentionally hurt another.
History: My half-sister mysteriously disappeared when I was a kit.
"thanks' she mews and her eyes lit up. "what's your name?" she half says to herself
"hi coconutfur" she mews and grins 
"Brooketail" she blushes
"kind of" she mews and blushes 
She giggled and whispered a little to loud "He's super cute" :)
"Sure" she says excitedly
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"Voles" she mewed
