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    Character Name:


    Gender: She-cat


    Clan{if any}: Riverclan


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): ..Queen (can I be a queen? if I can't i'll be a warrior ^^)


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): A beautiful a long haired lilac torbie with bright copper eyes.


    Personality: I am restless and cannot stand or sit still, but I never tell a lie.


    History(Not needed):

    Dawnwing sat down lonely in the middle of the camp. If cat's could cry, she would. She was so lonely, and no one wanted to be her mate. When would she ever find love? Dawnwing sighed, and shook her head to clear it, her pale fur blew in the gentle wind. I hope I find love soon... She thought.


    OOC: Dawnwing is a lilac torbie with copper eyes. She's really nice and caring and has never told a lie. :)

    Character Name: Storm


    Gender: Male


    Clan{if any}: Shadowclan


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Kit/Apprentice


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):


    Personality: Scared, shy, and quiet.


    History(Not needed): Storm was a kittypet, but his house burned down and his twolegs died in the fire. With no where to go he somehow stumbles into shadowclan territory as a kit. (Well he thinks he's a kit still but he's really six moons) And becomes an apprentice.

    Storm blinked and padded forward slowly, feeling scared, lost, and alone. He had no idea where he was or how far he'd run. After he'd walked into a clearing he stopped. He had spotted a pile of prey! Glancing down at his thin body, he yowled and started towards it.

    Character Name: Winterslash


    Gender: Male


    Clan{if any}: Darkclan


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): A long furred brown tabby tom with round, flame-orange eyes. Very handsome. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but I am a very good judge of character.


    Personality: Calm, wise, and noble.


    History(Not needed):

    Name: Winterslash
    Colors: Brown tabby
    Personality: Wise, caring and protective.
    Looking for in mate: Someone who is brave and fierce, that always puts the clan first, but has a sweet loving side.


    ic: Winterslash lay on his side in the sun. He sighed, he was a lonely cat.

    O_O! Oh my gosh, I'm sorry I forgot his appearance! :o xD!


    Grey shaggy fur with a white chest and belly. His left hind paw has 6 toes and he has darker grey tabby stripes all over his body.

    Dawnwing laid in the corner of the warrior's den and moaned. She felt yet another stab of pain in her side. Why was she feeling so sickly? She had no idea. Dawnwing tried to tough it out, even though she felt like she was going to vommit. I couldn't have eaten anything... could I? she wondered. Then the ill cat thought back to when she had had that mouse off the kill pile earlier that day. It had smelled a bit odd but looked fine. Pain shot through her stomach once more and this time she yowled loudly, not caring if cat's stared or not. She attempted to stand, but then collapsed.
    "Someone help..." she moaned.

    Character Name:Icemane


    Gender:Female


    Clan{if any}: Windclan


    Rank(CANNOT be leader, deputy or medicine cat/med apprentice unless you are making up their clan/tribe): Warrior


    Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!): Short haired calico cat, with shimmering green eyes.


    Personality: Judgemental at first but sweet later.


    History(Not needed):