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Name: Splash Where Pebbles Fall (Splash)
Rank: Crew-mate.
Age: Thirty-four moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Personality: She has a light-hearted aura about herself; perhaps this is because of her tabby coloring which is commonly seen as amiable. This must be true, because that she is. Splash finds it necessary to assert herself upon any cat who seems negative, and try to mend whatever has fallen upon their pour shoulders. Nevertheless, she has always been more of a background character. It doesn't bother her, actually she prefers it. Her voice is strong, but if she is put in any sort of spotlight she freezes up which is embarrassing, and her thoughts will get stuck somewhere between her mind and tongue. Splash finds comfort being on the side-lines, and is more of a neutralist anyways. She tends to be open-minded, and optimistic; giving herself the ability to see good in either situation. Splash has an intense inner voice that can both contradict, and convince her of things. This means that she is nearly always bickering with herself. In her mind of course, because if she said these things aloud she would be called crazy. She is a fairly sensitive cat; if she is spoken to in a harsh tone the guilt will gnaw at her for quite some time. She takes things deep to heart, so if she messes something up it will no doubt take her a while to come to terms with whatever it is. Splash also had a bad habit of holding grudges. Even if she sincerely wants to forgive someone for what they did, she will find it hard to let go. She tries to portray herself as a very happy cat, content with life, and she usually does an excellent job. However, her inner self is a lot more unstable than one might think.
Likes: She finds perfect tranquility in times of peace, and when disputes are nonexistent. Splash also feels much more comfortable in familiar situations. Her favorite cats are the ones that make other feel secure, or even needed, as if they truly belong. She enjoys finding cats that are admirable, and learning from them. Splash's very favorite food is a moorhen. She also enjoys a relaxing swim whenever she gets a chance, and is quite good at it too.
Dislikes: She can't stand loud noises, ex. thunder, monsters, etc. She can't find the ability to relax in a crowded situation, and because of this isn't always the best choice for gatherings. (I don't know if there will be any, but I had to use something as an example.) Splash also squirms in socially awkward, or unjust situations. She also can't bring herself to let a needy cat go untreated. She finds turmoil with her inner voice, and can be stressed out if her mind can't reach a decision properly.
History: Splash was not always from these cats, but has always lived just outside of any of the clans' reach. She was just a loner, enthralled with the idea of teamwork, and helping the ones unable to do it themselves. For several moons she sought out the basis of what these cats where doing, and how they worked. Now, about twelve moons since joining the clan she has learned the ways, and is concentrated on helping the clan as much as possible.
Looks: Splash's build is very common among she-cats; she is lean-muscled, but slightly shorter than the average cat. She has short, sleek fur. Her coat is primarily alabaster, aside from her back, neck, head, left shoulder, and leg. These places are a rusty orange and brown tabby. Her eyes are a deep green.
Kin: Unspecified rogues. None of which are, or will be related to ZephyrClan.
Crush/Mate: May develop one. A mate would be hard for her to grasp because of her inner emotional and mental habits, though she would love to have a family it just seems unrealistic to her.
Role-Play Sample: The coarse tendrils of grass that the she-cat had grown accustomed to engulfed her in a comforting manner. The sun shown prideful, and confident in the sky in a signal that all life should be up and about. This only encouraged Splash on her hunt. Her small, white paws barely made a sound as they carried her across the land. Even if she didn't completely know it, she knew she was hopefully in search of a moorhen. The birds were commonly found around water, so she headed, unaware, to Frogplace. Perhaps the pond would act as a gathering ground for the awkward shaped birds. A warm feeling seeped from her chest, and extended through the rest of her body. Hope was a glorious feeling. A smile spread across her maw, and her pink tongue swiped across her lips. Splash could see the great boulder now, it was steadily peaking into the horizon, and she would reach it in a matter of heartbeats. The tabby and white she-cat quickened her pace, all the while dropping into an eager crouch. There! The familiar red-beaked, dark-bodied figure lay directly ahead of the hungry cat. Her paws itched with excitement at the thought of bringing home the mouth-watering prey to her clan-mates. She was already picking out who she would be sharing it with when she got back to camp. Just as she was about to spring forward, and finish it off, the moorhen was done for. A dark tabby tomcat had taken the kill, coming out of the grass just thirty tail-lengths away. Splash's jaws gaped open in utter shock, and she scurried back into her shelter. With that she turned and fled; urging her paws to carry her as fast as they could back to camp.
Other: Two cats for me. :) Oh - I'm sorry if parts of this don't match up with the history bit. I am relatively new, and still figuring how all of this works.

Name: Wave that Crashes on Shore (Wave)
Rank: Advisor.
Age: Fifty-five moons.
Gender: Masculine.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Personality: Wave is one of those cats that you just immediately know you can trust. This is probably because of his size, age, and face, which is round and comforting. He has proven this correct time, and time again. He comes off completely harmless; which can be both a strength, and weakness. As a kit, instead of chasing, and pouncing on a butterfly like other kits, he would just enjoy watching them. Even gently helping them is they didn't appear able to fly. He can be a little strange, under first impression, but that probably just makes him more approachable. Wave actually isn't strange at all, just very thoughtful. He is very intelligent; plotting and planning are one of his greatest specialties. He is very adaptable, quickly resorting to his surroundings for whatever shelter can be discovered. He is rather quiet, but not by any means shy. The only reason he is quiet, is actually because he is off in his head thinking about the next step, and the dozen after that. It may be a mistake to start up a conversation with him, because he can go on about something for however the day is long. Nevertheless, it is probably worth listening to, even if it is boring. Wave is a bit of a worrier, always fretting over the future, but not caught up in the present as much as he should be. He is a practicable cat, and wise too. He won't hold back any truth, because there is simply no point to avoid it, or skirt it. He isn't very good at softening it, either. He doesn't have a lot of time for emotions, though if he ever gets a mate, perhaps that will be what can help him remember that he has them. Wave is a brave soul, though it may be hard to see unless you pay close attention. He does it in small acts, or large leaps. This is probably one of the biggest surprises Wave has up his short sleeve. His mind doesn't process it as an act of bravery, and instead as the mandatory. This, and his brains are probably the reason he is an advisor.
Likes: One of his favorite pass times is inventing strategies, or better nests, fresh-kill storage, systems, etc. He just absolutely loves to see positive teamwork playing out, and cats peacefully cooperating with one another. His favorite days are the ones on the verge of Leaf-fall, but still lingering with the heavy heat of Greenleaf. Wave's favorite piece of prey is a hardy mouse, though he has a passion for sparrows all the same. He also likes sharing ideas, and debating with other cats.
Dislikes: Wave isn't fond of long, drawn-out social events. The cats all have an act about them, faking strength and happiness; it makes him uneasy, all the lying.
History: Previously known as Gates; the tom belonged to an elderly two-leg who always doted upon him. He loved his life, safely protected inside the den, and basking in the garden, studying the stars at night. One day when he gathered up the courage to step away from his kittypet life - only for a moment - he was snatched up, and ungracefully tossed about in unfamiliar paws. Gates was mortified, and partially traumatized by the event. However, even though he missed his housefolk immensely, he was a bit excited to see what was to come. The first few days on the boat were rough, and he got seasick several times, though shortly after that he got used to the mild rocking. He made good friends there too, and learned about many of their lives. He was only ever more thrilled when the ship crashed, and they got to do more exploring. He never imagined living such an extraordinary life, and now he was getting a chance to do great things.
Looks: Wave is a rather small tom; short in height, but a stocky build. His short, thick fur has held on to its wispy kit-like softness. His pelt is white, however in the daylight one may say there's a hint of creamy-grayness that makes it look gentler. Though he is not considered a young cat, there is a certain depth of youth in his face if you study it carefully. It is round, and wide, and flat like a persian's. His cheek fur is longer, and tufts out, similar to his small ears. Hints of ashen fur peek through on his face, around his eyes, forehead, and nose. His eyes are a clear, very pale green.
Kin: None that're still around, though many are probably alive and well. It doesn't bother him much, he never knew any of them.
Crush/Mate: Potentially develop. None as of now.
Role-Play Sample: His wide eyes looked around in astonishment, jaws gawking at the new surroundings. The urge to explore, and discover causing his body to tremble in excitement. Oh my, it's beautiful! A smile was spreading across his lips, and he turned to see how the others were reacting, wanting to memorize every detail of that moment. When their world's changed for the second time, but this time as one.
Other: That makes perfect sense, and oh yes, I noticed that. :) Two more forms on the way.

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Name: Thorn that Tangles Weary Paws (Thorn)
Rank: Crew-mate.
Age: Thirty-three moons.
Gender: Tom.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Personality: You can see the serious edge that this tom has. It is seen in his glittering eyes, and can be heard in his low voice. It isn't the kind of seriousness that brings you down, and makes you feel trapped, but rather an intriguing one that may make you think he knows something you don't. Thorn is a quiet, and stoic tom. Not by any means is he shy, but he simply doesn't care to speak with others unless challenged, or if he feels the need to. Nevertheless, he has a rather attention-demanding, or leadership quality to him. He has no interest in ever being a captain, or even an advisor. Though, he'd be good at it. Thorn is naturally suspicious of others, and henceforth not very open, so others may be the same way towards him. The mysterious aura sheds some light to his past, and need to run, and not settle in one place. He does believe the Clan will give him a good place to instill some roots, and shelter. However, he is unsure if he could see himself living here forever. Nevertheless, it'll do for now. Thorn's assumptions of the worst are deep-rooted, and another branch of his suspicions. He is quick to figure out who the bad guy is, and is an exceptional tracker, and battle strategist. He has an unwavering sense of bravery and selflessness that extends to his need to protect his loved ones. All of whom are not alive anymore. A reason why he fears staying with the Clan is that he may end up growing attached to cats, and he can't risk losing anyone else.
Likes: The elusive tom prefers being alone, and out of the company of others. When he is alone, especially at night he can sort out whatever is on his mind. He has a need - rather than a desire - to keep everyone he can safe. If he fails to achieve this he has a strong, and unshakable cloud of guilt hanging over his head. Thorn also finds pleasure in proving others wrong, and in this light he may seem arrogant, but it is more of a way to prove himself, than to put down others. There is a close to disturbing, joy, he finds in battling, or fighting. Even if it is with a loved one. He doesn't completely understand it, himself.
Dislikes: He can't feel useless, and if he does he has an inner depression, though it is hidden behind his rough exterior. He hates ignorant, or arrogant cats with not even a clue to how irrelevant they are in the bigger picture. Thorn also doesn't particularly care for cats who act (he isn't cruel, there's a difference between acting, and actually being) helpless, and whine all the time. It gets on his nerves like none other.
History: I would prefer if this comes out in the role-play, however it is hinted at in his personality. :)
Looks: A tall tom whose powerful legs give him the height he needs to come off as intimidating. Thorn's muscular frame, and broad shoulders help. He has sly, and sharp features that can cast shadows on other parts of his body. The tom's fur is short, and neat; falling in a seemingly flawless, never messy state. His pelt is a golden, stone-brown with dark, tabby markings scoring his figure like claws. The only exception being a lighter hue around his eyes, and a white spot on his chest, muzzle, and chin. His eyes are complex, a serious, and narrow complexion about them. The vibrant green has many different depths, where emotions can be seen, yet somehow remain hidden. They keep you guessing on what he is thinking or feeling. Few have actually managed to grow close enough to read, and sort them out properly. He has sharp, long claws that occasionally clack on stone if he doesn't make an effort to sheath them. Thorn's voice is surprisingly low, and rumbles.
Kin: None that matter, or are still alive, and he knows of.
Crush/Mate: May/will develop, but doesn't particularly desire.
Role-Play Sample: With a silent breathe, and movement he stepped forward one - no, two paces. With this, he was brought just to the near-top, but not quite edge of a gentle slope. It was all it took for him to be able to see the cats he had heard so much about. Throngs of some small, and some larger groups sat, huddled together. They were thinner than healthy, but you could see strength in their eyes, even from where Thorn crouched. He would join them. It was certain, but he was unsure of how to approach such a motion.
Other: Two - no, three down. One more form to go.

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Name: Turtle that Basks on Rocks (Turtle)
Rank: Amateur.
Age: Seven moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Personality: Turtle is one of those cats who has to come out of their shell, though it doesn't take long after she figures you out. She is very quiet upon first meeting, and is not a cat to put herself out there. She will most likely be found shyly hiding behind one of the older cats. Not to make her sound like a coward, she would certainly fight for her clan when necessary. Her innocence and youth shines through in everything she does: pawing at a butterfly or participating in a game of moss-ball. Turtle's cautious curiosity propels her into training, something she looks forward to everyday. She has a particular fondness for conquering things, but she can become discouraged quickly if she doesn't achieve it correctly the first few times. Past the point of first meeting, she becomes more lively, though still not one to jump in the middle of a crowd and start up conversation with everyone. Her bubbliness comes with mild humor as well, one that can be fondly admired by older cats that still recall the glory of youth. Turtle has an urge to connect and heal others: suck away their misery and remind them of all of the good things in life. For such a young cat, it is still easy to see she will grow into a fine crew-mate. Her traits are destined to fluctuate, and grow seeing as how she is only an amateur.
Likes: As any young cat would, she likes to have something to entertain herself. Whether that be playing with kits, hunting, or patrolling she enjoys all. Even if she isn't the best at it. She prefers a safe habitat, where she can secure the safety of herself and those around her. She wishes to become the best crew-mate she can be, and loves working hard, and training. Her favorite piece of prey is a moorhen, or rabbit.
Dislikes: She doesn't enjoy not achieving something within the first few tries, as stated before she becomes easily discouraged. I'm sure it is agreeably not an enjoyable feeling. Turtle doesn't do well in new surroundings, and is constantly self-conscious. She doesn't enjoy fighting, and much rather prefers peace. Even if she is good at such things.
History: Turtle's father, understandably so, was never in the picture. Simply a wanderer with no focus on having a family, and rather just getting on with living life. However, her mother was a wonderful one who was elated to have kits. Two she had, loving both with an equal, and fierce passion. Turtle and Moss, the best of friends any cat could've seen. They did everything together under the supervision of their watchful mother. Her name was Petal, and she was beautiful, and well-liked. It wasn't a good affair; making their landing, that is. Within the first few nights of the throng of cats making their landing a fox attacked. Victims were strewn, and many left injured. Moss was one of the first to die, and Petal who fought bravely to defend her kits died in the aftermath from wounds. Little Turtle was left with barely a scratch. Physically, that is.
Looks: The petite tortoiseshell is smaller than most her age, with round, kit-like features. Her short, rather stubby legs give her a disadvantage with speed, though she is destined to grow into a good fighter. One can easily tell that she is more of a peaceful cat. Her movements are clumsy, and she has yet to grow into her features. Turtle's fur is short and tidy; never out of place though it catches mud like no other. Individual white hairs and light-colored hair patches are visible, but they are small compared with the stormy gray and orange patches. It almost appears as if the orange is trying to break through a shell of gray. She has wide, innocent eyes. The color of her eyes match very closely to the orange found on her toes; a burnt, sunset orange.
Kin: Her mother was Petal who died defending her brother, Moss, and herself. Moss died from the fox attack.
Crush/Mate: Too young.
Role-Play Sample: As the tall, and sleek figure of strange cat appeared in their camp entrance, escorted by two crew-mates, cats leapt to their paws and interest shone in their eyes. Turtle, however, was not too interested. There was something about this... tom that was frightening. It made her tail quiver, and paws burn. Her round eyes watched him for a moment longer as he was questioned, but she was too worried to listen. She moved closer to the crew-mate closest to her, and was standing right behind her. Close enough that their fur brushed, and she was able to breath again.
Other: All done!! Woohoo! Two

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