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River
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Full name: River
Previous names: N/A
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 26 moons (Two years and 2 months)
Gender: Feminine
Rank: Rogue if acceptable
Affinity: Objective (doesn't fit in Chaos or Lawful)

Appearance:
She is smaller than she sounds, reaching the height of an average trainee. She has white and black fur making a sort of wide tuxedo design, long in length that is dull by the dust in her forest home. She has a triangle shaped head with two huge golden oval eyes that glare into your soul. Overall her structure provides a feminine vibe showing little to no power at all. She has a curved neck and well blended structure. Her tail, normally carried high off the ground, is extremely long in length with fur dangling from it. Her huge foxlike ears reach high above her head giving great hearing. Finally River has long soft whiskers that stretch off her muzzle.
Personality:
River is an odd cat. She isn't one way and she isn't the other. Unpredictable and ambitious, she tends to get herself into unwanted trouble. Though she has self-control and self-discipline she doesn't know where to stop at times. She is highly protective and determined to guard what is hers leading into rough situations. River is also determined for everyone to have a fair life meaning no rulers. She lacks concentration and concern for others that she isn't truly fond of leaving some cats not to trust her. If you spend time with her though her inner core is full of bubbles and rainbows. She has a wide sense of humor and can crack jokes anyone will laugh at. River is full of curiosity and imagination and when concealed she goes into a panic attack. As long as she can express herself, River can prove to be a worthy cat.
-Likes: Activities of any sort, daytime, warmth/Green Leaf, chatting.
-Dislikes:Sleeping, bathing, prissy cats, leaders.
-Strengths:Running, climbing, daylight.
-Weaknesses:Fog/Night, swimming, extremely dense forests.
-Fears:Caves and being buried alive, having her kittens die, dying before her kittens (Which will happen but she doesn't want to accept it.)

Mate/Love Interest: None currently.
Kin: Dove (mother/deceased), Flickr (brother/unknown)
Kits: Puddle and Rushingpaw
History:
River had a simple life. Her father ran away before she was born and her mother rose her and her brother, Flickr. They were obedient kits just like their mom. They behaved and took care of the forest they lived in. At one year her mother died due to age and River went out to journey with her brother. Flickr had grown bitter now. He and Dove had a strong relationship but after she passed he took it upon himself of her death. River happened to notice her brother's unhappiness grow and bid farewell to him. She walked for some time till she reached a mountain set where she met a tom named Apple. They were close friends and shared stories of how each of them had lost their parents one way or another. As weeks went on her friend, Apple, started to become more and more odd till one day he admitted his love to her. River, however did not feel the same though Apple was relentless. He mated with her despite her wishes and River, unknowingly killed him in an attempt to escape. This caused River to fall pregnant. She knew she couldn't stay and had to run away. She found a place with much food and settled there. Within a few weeks of her arrival she gave birth to three kittens. One was weak and died within minutes of birth, Frost. The others happened to survive though, Sprint and Puddle. The two had very separate personalities growing up but they bonded well. Sprint however was not fond of his mother. He found it disgraceful she killed another cat. Puddle found forgiveness in her mother's ways and treated her with much more respect than her brother. When the kits were first allowed out of the grove they lived in, at 7 moons, they were brutally attacked by a badger. Luckily Puddle and River made it out fine but Sprint was nowhere to be seen afterwards. The two cats, full of sadness, carried on.

RP Sample:
River glanced up at the sun. It was half-past sunrise. A full day laid out ahead of her. Leaping to her paws, she stirred out of the moss covered fallen tree she called home and padded up to the stream bending along the grove center. She reached down her neck and took a few quick laps till she was disrupted by her daughters long groggy yawn. Love, must be awake, she thought raising her head and angling her ears towards the hollow log she was sitting in earlier. Her and her daughter shared a sleeping spot so when leaf-bare came they would be warm during green-leaf however they preferred different dens. With a loving sigh she turned back to the stream that bended through the pebble path. It was a shallow creek, lacking room for fish, but it provided enough water for the two of them.
Other:
Yin or Yang, that is the question. Also River and Puddle will join the clan later on.

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Puddle
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Full name: Puddle
Previous names: N/A
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Feminine
Rank: Rogue
Affinity: Objective

Appearance:
Skinny, fragile, and delicate. She is the normal size for her age but her personality gives her a miniature look. She has a square-like head unlike her mother nor father. Her eyes, which are small, are a hazel-chestnut-chocolate color. Her ears aren't as big as her moms but fit her head perfectly along with her short smooth whiskers. She is short and stubby but overall adorable. Her neck is arched like a swan and she carries her chin lower than others showing submission. Her tail is usually carried down near the ground when she talks but otherwise her build and impression is normal. No unnecessary bulkiness, only soft smooth, silky white fur with black splotches and oval eyes that beam with curiosity.
Personality:
Puddle is observant and sees things differently. She is self-aware and knows she will die one day and can't escape it. Though she doesn't know her future she already accepts it and allows it to play out. She is a introvert and tends to avoid any conversation. At times she can be misunderstood for not talking but most cats are too busy to even notice her absence. Puddle is a very curious cat though. She likes exploring but doesn't know her boundaries and can sometimes appear intrusive. She happens to very smart though and can think herself out of a conversation but she isn't that strong. Puddle can also give off the vibe of being timid but once you introduce yourself she will slip into her normal self and laugh, play, and chat with you like an old friend.
-Likes: Concealment, Drizzling rain, falcon (if lucky enough to be caught), and hanging out with her mother.
-Dislikes: Extreme weather, unfamiliar cats, flashing lights, and caves.
-Strengths: Running, jumping, and climbing. Also she works well in snow and ice.
-Weaknesses: Swimming, dusk, and bigger cats.
-Fears: Someone hurting her mom/brother, herself dying before her mom, and fire in general.

Mate/Love Interest: N/A
Kin: Rushingpaw, and Frost.
Kits: N/A
History:
Puddle was born to a lone mother named River. She was the first to come out followed by her brothers Sprint and Frost. Frost, however, died a few minutes after birth disabling Puddle to know him enough to mourn his death. As she grew up she held strong bonds between both her brother and mother. Despite her mother and brother's feud she loved them both and tried to bring them together which always failed in hindsight. Puddle had a safe childhood until she turned 7 moons. Her, River, and Sprint had gone out of the grove for the first time. As they were playing in the leaf-fall leaves a badger attacked. River and Puddle happened to escape safely but Sprint was never found. The two, both sickened by their family's lost, tried to continue on with life.

RP Sample:
River glanced up at the sun. It was half-past sunrise. A full day laid out ahead of her. Leaping to her paws, she stirred out of the moss covered fallen tree she called home and padded up to the stream bending along the grove center. She reached down her neck and took a few quick laps till she was disrupted by her daughters long groggy yawn. Love, must be awake, she thought raising her head and angling her ears towards the hollow log she was sitting in earlier. Her and her daughter shared a sleeping spot so when leaf-bare came they would be warm during green-leaf however they preferred different dens. With a loving sigh she turned back to the stream that bended through the pebble path. It was a shallow creek, lacking room for fish, but it provided enough water for the two of them.
Other:
Yin or Yang. That is the question.

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Rushingpaw
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Full name: Rushingpaw
Previous names: Sprint
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 8 moons
Gender: Masculine
Rank: Healing trainee
Affinity: Objective

Appearance:
Rushingpaw has a sturdy appearance. He is showed as balanced out and well blended together. Unlike the rest of his family he does not have an arched neck and carries his chin evenly. He stands tall and has a soft run, trot, and walk cycle. He has two big ears that he got from his mom and short twisty whiskers he got from his dad. Rushingpaw also happens to have big paws providing him great power to climbing and dense forests. He has a long tail like his mom as well and big blue eyes that stare right back at you. He is a bit small for his age but that isn't much of a disadvantage. Overall he is small and sturdy with a well balanced appearance.
Personality:
Rushingpaw is the opposite of his sister. He is more hyper and causes more trouble than she does. He loves exploring though but goes at it in a different way. Instead of thinking it through he dives in and experiments with the different outcomes. He is an extrovert and sometimes a rather lazy one as well. He can be intrusive and likes running away from his problems instead of facing them. When he holds a bond he loyally keeps it but when he destroys a bond he boldly keeps it that way. Rushingpaw is not as forgiving and will keep grudges for an eternity. He is creative, imaginative, and artistic though. He looks at things in a different way and finds new and odd solutions (that work) for an everyday problem if forced to face it. He also believes in peace and fairness for every cat, no war, no battles, just peace and love.
-Likes: Shady spots to nap in, climbing, catching leaves, learning new things, and being young.
-Dislikes:Growing up, changes, his mother, nighttime, and thrush(prey).
-Strengths: Daylight, climbing, tracking, and learns quickly.
-Weaknesses: Night, running, lack of sleep, lack of food, and straightforward information.
-Fears: Being closed in, and having his mom find him.

Mate/Love Interest: N/A
Kin: Frost (deceased), and Puddle
Kits: N/A
History:
Sprint was the second born followed by Frost. Sprint never knew his other brother as he died before he could even open his eyes but Sprint knew his sister. He was a good son. He was respectful and caring for his sister but his relationship with his mom was rough. When 3 moons old his mom told him how she killed a cat and Sprint automatically hated her for killing a cat. He grew up away from his mother and spent most of his time with his sister. Later on at 7 moons he ran away when his mother and sister were attacked by a badger. He had heard about the cats in the castle and was determined to join them. With a few fake pleads of being motherless he was accepted in and took a role as a healer with his vast knowledge of plants.

RP Sample:
River glanced up at the sun. It was half-past sunrise. A full day laid out ahead of her. Leaping to her paws, she stirred out of the moss covered fallen tree she called home and padded up to the stream bending along the grove center. She reached down her neck and took a few quick laps till she was disrupted by her daughters long groggy yawn. Love, must be awake, she thought raising her head and angling her ears towards the hollow log she was sitting in earlier. Her and her daughter shared a sleeping spot so when leaf-bare came they would be warm during green-leaf however they preferred different dens. With a loving sigh she turned back to the stream that bended through the pebble path. It was a shallow creek, lacking room for fish, but it provided enough water for the two of them.
Other:
Yin or Yang. That is the question.