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    Spottedfern's life, in contrast, was rather good and dandy. She had great friends, a semi-high-position rank, and loved her Clan. She was learning to accept the fact that her tail was gone. It had been severed in the rockslide, and the medicine cats were obviously unable to attach it back on. What remained was now a rather ravaged stump.


    The mollie padded through the forest, lifting her nose to scent the air. Catching the scent of BloodClan in the breeze, her muscles tensed. Was it Sanguine? The margay had promised to bring her catnip after getting her high for the first time. She felt so guilty, but she craved the addictive pleasure.


    Padding towards the border, she caught site of white and brown fur, along with a bit of cyan. So, this was the BloodClan cat she had been looking for. Stepping out of the undergrowth, she squared her shoulders. This mollie looked deep in thought. She stunk of BloodClan and Twolegplace, but underneath that, there was just a hint of ShadowClan... and Spottedfern could have sworn she had seen the female among the ranks of ShadowClan. No, she probably just visited them, she decided.


    She unsheathed her claws slightly, just in case. She found it hard to trust BloodClan in any way, especially after they unleashed dogs into the ThunderClan camp once when she was an apprentice. "What is your business on ThunderClan territory?" Technically, the BloodClan mollie wasn't on ThunderClan territory, but on the border. But she still wondered why she was so close to the border.

    Oh, your art is so beautiful! Sorry I'm on mobile and up to my neck in homework so I can't really write up a detailed desc but I've included her tags which has a ref and things. My username is Spottedfern .
    As for a pose, she's energetic and sweet and any pose works really.
    [center][spoiler=Info | Updated 3/2/2017]
    GENERAL:
    Spottedfern | "Spotty" | Previous Name(s): Spottedkit and Spottedpaw | Female
    Heteroromantic | Heterosexual
    13 moons | Ages 1 moon on the 13th of every month
    Seasoned warrior of traditional ThunderClan
    Voice claim (Lauren Jauregui)

    RELATIONSHIPS:
    Single | Crushing on nobody | No "maybe" crushes
    Leopardbreeze (NPC) x Specklefur (NPC) | Gen 1
    Best friends with Tanglepaw

    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    Parents were escaped kittypets who joined ThunderClan, and she keeps this a secret

    EVENTS:
    5/1/17: Became a warrior

    PHYSICAL:
    BENGAL [birth] | Ref. 1 | Ref. 2 | Bengal cat info | health: 100%
    — A brown Bengal with a graceful, long-legged, lithe build and pale sea-green eyes
    major injuries: Missing tail

    minor injuries: Mildly underweight

    PERSONALITY:
    Friendly, fierce, loyal, outgoing, hard-working, energetic, brave, easy-going and intelligent

    INTERACTION:
    [size=8]Medium physically | Medium mentally
    "Speech" | Thoughts
    Attack in seagreen

    "Ah, yes. The river was frozen over for a bit there. You'll improve, I'm sure of it. A cat like you could do anything if you really wanted to," she meowed encouragingly, the slightest hint of flirtation in her voice. Anyone could learn anything if they put their mind to it, she believed. "Where did you come from?" she asked curiously.


    A smile passed her features. "Oh, so many stories to tell. Well, I'm ThunderClan born and raised. I'm a seasoned warrior—a rank exclusive to ThunderClan, and I'm the only one. I can accept joiners and stuff like that, and I have a bit more authority. It's pretty cool." That was basically all she had to say. Nothing that eventful had happened in her life yet, but she did have many experiences. Bee stings, dog attacks, getting high on catnip, surviving two camp destructions, you name it.

    "Oh, I'm sorry to hear about your mother's passing. My mother is no longer with me anymore either," she meowed sympathetically. Perhaps if she had her tail, she might have rested it comfortingly on the tabbie's shoulder, but she couldn't exactly do that.


    Hey eyes sparkled with amusement. "It does sound pretty fancy and impressive, doesn't it? I'm pretty sure WindClan have some kind of new rank. Tunnellers, I think they're called. Maybe RiverClan could have... well, I don't know really. Maybe elite warriors. Actually, I think DarkClan has those." She shrugged.

    The lean Bengal confidently strode to the middle of camp, taking a seat. "Hello everybody."
    "I'm hosting a meet and greet. We have had a few joiners lately, and it would be a good idea to get to know our new Clanmates. I'll start off. My name is Spottedfern. I love hunting and running, and I also love social activities like gatherings." Then she waited for cats to approach.
    /mobile

    "Oh, that's a shame. Some cats can be a little... touchy," she mewed, and she knew plenty of them. "Luckily, I've only ever had peaceful encounters. Apart from this one time a young BloodClan she-cat strolled onto our territory like she owned the place and... the rest is history. At least I managed to drive her off." Maluma, her name was. She could perfectly recall those devilish blue eyes. Noticing Minnowripple stand up, she assumed that she was wondering whether or not she should come over, so she patted the ground besides her with a paw, beckoning her to come over.

    "I heard that Cherrystar, their leader, has gone a bit... y'know, mad." She began. "Apparently, he no longer wishes for DarkClan to follow Clan traditions, and he doesn't want DarkClan to attend gatherings anymore." It was really strange. "Honestly, they are becoming a bit like BloodClan, but way less ruthless. Both Clans might as well not have Clan at the end of their names anymore." BloodClan never deserved to have it from the start. They were nothing like a Clan: no honor, no code.

    This mollie didn't seem to pose a threat. "You didn't, don't worry. I was just curious as to why you were close to the border. I'm Spottedfern." Perhaps this BloodClanner was nice, like Sanguine. And perhaps a potential friend. No point wasting a possible friendship. She relaxed her muscles and sheathed her claws, before sitting down.
    /mobile

    OH my gosh your art is amazing, it could easily be in an art gallery!
    Would you be able to draw Spotty? I'm doing homework atm so I can't write up a detailed description or anything but the background could be a forest. She could be in any pose. If this helps at all her personality is friendly, brave, loyal and sweet. Refs in tags.
    [center][spoiler=Info | Updated 3/2/2017]
    GENERAL:
    Spottedfern | "Spotty" | Previous Name(s): Spottedkit and Spottedpaw | Female
    Heteroromantic | Heterosexual
    13 moons | Ages 1 moon on the 13th of every month
    Seasoned warrior of traditional ThunderClan
    Voice claim (Lauren Jauregui)

    RELATIONSHIPS:
    Single | Crushing on nobody | No "maybe" crushes
    Leopardbreeze (NPC) x Specklefur (NPC) | Gen 1
    Best friends with Tanglepaw

    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    Parents were escaped kittypets who joined ThunderClan, and she keeps this a secret

    EVENTS:
    5/1/17: Became a warrior

    PHYSICAL:
    BENGAL [birth] | Ref. 1 | Ref. 2 | Bengal cat info | health: 100%
    — A brown Bengal with a graceful, long-legged, lithe build and pale sea-green eyes
    major injuries: Missing tail

    minor injuries: Mildly underweight

    PERSONALITY:
    Friendly, fierce, loyal, outgoing, hard-working, energetic, brave, easy-going and intelligent

    INTERACTION:
    [size=8]Medium physically | Medium mentally
    "Speech" | Thoughts
    Attack in seagreen