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NAME / NICKNAMES

Azalea/no nicknames yet, but they're pretty chill with any 

NAME ORIGIN

Their owners have a lot of flowers in their garden, and so they named all of their cats names relating to flowers, hence the name Azalea. It is a pink flower.

AGE

19 moons + Ages realistically on the 1st 

CLAN

BloodClan

GENDER

Non-binary 

SEXUALITY

Attracted to males only 

RELATIONSHIP

Single, no crushes 

FAMILY

Mother: Dahlia (NPC kittypet)

Father: Ren (NPC kittypet)

Sisters: Zinnia, Fleur (NPC kittypets)

Brother: Sorrel (NPC kittypet)

FRIENDS

None, easy to befriend 

ENEMIES

None, hard to become enemies 

PERSONALITY Azalea is a very sweet, gentle cat. They hate any sort of conflict and strongly believe in solving problems in the most peaceful way possible, being a strong pacifist. They value the relationships they have with others and often feel very connected to other cats, even if they don't feel the same connection in return. They're quite shy, but they can still talk to others when they need to. Although Azalea is kind and loving towards everyone that they meet, they are not at all naive. They have a good understanding of the world and are aware of how brutal life can be (which will become apparent in the future as they will eventually share their past with the cats around them).

— positive traits Caring, considerate, forgiving, friendly, generous

— neutral traits Complex, emotional, unaggressive, noncompetitive, undemanding

— negative traits Insecure, secretive, shy, uncritical, easily embarrassed

MBTI TYPE

INFP, Mediator  

HOUSE

Hufflepuff

Alignment

Lawful good

Appearance

Azalea is a small, shorthaired cream furred cat. Their fur is neatly groomed - it isn't at all difficult for them to maintain as it is short and therefore does not get too messy. Their paws and ears are small, just like the rest of their body. They have bright green eyes. They have a notably long tail. They have a white chest and a white muzzle.

   — accessories 

Azalea has a pastel pink collar around their neck. Connected to the collar is a tag, with 'Azalea ♡♡♡' written on it.

POWERS 

None

FUTURE PLOTS

I have a huge plot planned for them, but for now, it's going to be kept a secret!

OTHER

-They lose their appetite very frequently and have a tendency to sometimes go quite a long time without eating.

-Sometimes they completely lose energy for no apparent reason.

-Suffers from joint and bone pain.

-Occasionally gets seizures.

Azalea flinched in pain as the dog raked its claws down their shoulder, digging them in deeply. It felt as though the huge creature was ripping out her skin, completely destroying them. They doubted they had ever felt so much pain, so much fear, in their life. The dog's eyes gleamed hungrily as they continued to dig their claws into the small cat, and Azalea watched with wide, frightened green eyes.

The sudden yowl of a twoleg caught the attention of both Azalea and her attacker. Azalea could tell that the twoleg was angry - up until a day ago, they too had lived with twolegs, and the cream pelted cat had become very used to them and the way they acted. They knew that some cats found twolegs weird - Azalea remembered having a conversation with a rogue where they had verbally assaulted twolegs and everything they stood for for a good ten minutes, and she guessed she understood. Cats couldn't speak the same language as twolegs, well, at least not exactly. Azalea had lived with twolegs for all nineteen moons of their life, and some words, like their name for example, had been repeated enough times that it had stuck in their head. But still, there was a barrier between cats and twolegs, and it seemed like many cats, such as that particular rogue, refused to break down that barrier. Azalea had always tried their best though to be as close to twolegs and to understand them as best as they could, and the cream and white cat believed they had done a pretty great job of it - it really wasn't too difficult to read twoleg emotions, and they had grown very close to their twoleg owners.

As Azalea thought of their owners, they looked sadly down at their collar, pastel pink in colour. Connected to the collar was a tag, with 'Azalea ♡♡♡' written on it. The small cat nearly choked up just at the sight of the tag - their twolegs had loved them so much, and yet, they had just run away.

Meanwhile, the dog had run back to their twoleg, who was still yowling furiously at them. The dog lowered its head, looking incredibly guilty, before padding after their owner, disappearing as they turned a corner, heading into a different street.

Azalea glanced at the deep wound the dog had left on their shoulder - blood was gushing out of it, making quite a mess on the dark prey pavement. They just stared at the wound for a few more moments, misery and fear glistening in their bright eyes. They then looked away from it, not even attempting to stop the bleeding in any way, focusing on the street they were in. They were pretty far from home at this point, and they had began to smell some pretty strong cat scents. Azalea would have assumed they were just rogues, as they were plenty of rogues living in twolegplace, but the scents seemed strangely similar. Am I in the territory of a group of cats? Their short fur prickled nervously, wondering whether the group was at all aggressive. They then simply continued to walk, ignoring the agony they felt as more and more blood poured out of their shoulder.

Their nose twitched as they walked, bright eyes scanning every corner as they slowly moved. The scents seemed to be growing gradually stronger and stronger, and yet Azalea continued to move towards them. Perhaps they appeared like a fool - as they were already rather badly hurt, and were now moving deeper into the territory of some potentially violent cats. And yet they continued to move, because as silly as it sounded, Azalea wanted to find these cats. More than that, they were determined to find them, and wouldn't rest until they had reached their goal, completely disregarding the trail of dark red blood they had left behind them.

"Speech."

Azalea's ears pricked as they spotted another cat. For a long time, the stranger simply stared at the injured cat, and Azalea's pelt prickled nervously. Am I meant to say something first? But that would be rude... I am trespassing, after all... They were feeling increasingly awkward as the tom just continued to stare but then finally, the stranger broke the silence.

The cream pelted cat had half expected the tom to threaten them, but no threats came. Perhaps the cats who lived here weren't all that bad after all. At his question, the small cat answered quietly, "I don't know..." They dropped their green gaze, nervously examining their small paws.

They then looked up again as they heard the voice of another cat, this one a molly, tall, and with a fawn and grey pelt. She seemed a little friendlier, seemingly wanting to assist Azalea rather than mercilessly tearing them to shreds. Despite all of the agony Azalea felt from their shoulder injury, the kindness of the stranger made them smile a little. They hadn't been expected this, and it was good to know that there were kind cats out there, kind cats willing to offer to help to those in need. I wouldn't blame this molly if she was angry - I did just walk straight into her territory.

"It's no problem, really, I'll be fine," the shorthaired cat insisted, but as the molly began to lead the way towards somewhere, Azalea found that they followed her. They could see that they were approaching a train station, and wondered, curious, just how many cats lived around this area. After the molly had called out for another cat, Juno, whoever that was, Azalea asked hesitantly, "How many of you are there? Are you Clan cats? I'm really sorry for all the questions, I've never really been this far from..." Azalea thought for a moment. It was all too easy for her to refer to the twoleg nest they had spent their entire life in as home, but was it really home anymore? The small cat knew that they would be welcomed back home if they were to head back, but Azalea had personal reasons for leaving, personal reasons they feared they couldn't talk about to anybody. "Where I used to live." They finished, heart aching a little with the realisation that home was no longer home and that they had left their twolegs and family behind. I'm sorry.

Azalea's pelt began to heat up as they waited for a response. They were quite a shy cat - not incredibly shy, but shy enough that social situations had a tendency to make them a little nervous. It probably didn't help that they were trespassing in the territory of these cats. Surely not all of the cats who live here will be as kind as this molly...

"Speech."

Another molly had approached - and this one seemed quite decent too. The fur on Azalea's shoulders, which had been sticking up a little from the nervous feeling churning in their stomach, lay flat. These cats didn't seem to want to cause them any harm, and were being quite forgiving towards the trespasser. Azalea appreciated it, it warmed their heart to recieve such kindness from strangers.

However, shock ran through the cream and white cat's pelt as the newest molly introduced herself as BloodClan's leader. They hadn't been expecting to meet the leader of these cats so early on, if at all. BloodClan - that's a violent sounding name. Doesn't really seem to fit these cats. "Oh... hello Reja." They offered BloodClan's leader a small, nervous smile, and then thought for a moment about what the molly said next.

"He can look at your wounds if you'd like." It was an offer, not an order. Azalea was free to reject any help these cats offered, it seemed. The small cat paused, staring at the ground, deep in thought. Their instinct had told them to reject the help and to just get out of BloodClan's territory, but something had caught the cream furred cat's interest. These cats were part of a Clan. Azalea had never heard of a BloodClan, but they had heard about other Clans, as their mother, Dahlia, had formerly been a ShadowClan warrior, but as she had gotten older had chosen to retire to the more secure lifestyle of a kittypet. She had told her kits plenty of stories about the Clans, though Azalea didn't remember her ever mentioning a BloodClan.

Still, they remembered the way their mother's eyes had shone as she had described Clan life and the happiness it had given her. Dahlia had described the way it had made her feel as though she was a part of a community, a large family of cats, a way of living that gave her a sense of responsibility and honor. Yes, Dahlia had decided to live her older years as a kittypet, but Azalea had been able to tell that despite their mother's decisions, her heart would always belong to the Clans, and that she was still a ShadowClan cat deep down.

Azalea didn't want to assume that BloodClan was anything like the other Clans - they hated making assumptions after all. But Dahlia's stories had caused something to click in Azalea's mind, and it was what led them to accept Reja's offer. "I would like that." The small cat blinked gratefully at BloodClan's leader. As they spoke, Goemon slunk off to go and find Juno.

It wasn't long after that that Juno himself arrived. Azalea wasn't entirely sure what to make of the small tom, but they certainly have respect for him, as he had said that he made sure that the injured were cared for, regardless of their alliance. That's honorable. "Of course - and, thank you." They answered the healer, allowing him to press the cobwebs against the cuts. Azalea had heard that cobwebs were used for bleeding - Dahlia had never used herbs during her time in ShadowClan, dedicated to fighting as a warrior, but she had always taken an interest in herbs, and had told Azalea and their siblings plenty about them.

There was a question on the tip of Azalea's tongue - they did not know how to speak it. The cream cat was a shy individual, and didn't know how these BloodClanners would take it. But something about Dahlia's stories had convinced them. I want to join BloodClan. Maybe they would have a good life here - they didn't know. These cats really did seem quite decent so far, and not so different from the Clans that Dahlia had so fondly described. But how were they meant to ask these cats if they could join? What if it upset them? What if Azalea just made things awkward? They didn't want that - they liked these cats, they made Azalea feel safe, welcome, even. But what if they weren't truly as welcoming as they came across? Azalea didn't want to sound foolish, putting forward such a potentially wild and delusional request.

At least it seemed that, from Juno's final words to them, they intended on taking Azalea back to their camp, or closer to their camp, at least. Perhaps it would be easier to ask the question there - though probably not. There's bound to be more BloodClanners there. What if they hear my request and ridicule me? Azalea hoped that maybe one of these cats would question them on what they intended to do once their injury was taken care of - perhaps that would make things easier. But I can't put those words in their mouths. This is difficult... the last thing I intended to do today was to join a Clan.

I had very different plans to this.

"Speech."

NAME / NICKNAMES

Songpaw/feel free to give her nicknames though she'll probably find them embarrassing or annoying. 

AGE

6 moons 

CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK

RiverClan + Apprentice

GENDER & SEX

Cisgender female 

SEXUALITY

Not developed yet, but she will most likely be bisexual biromantic. 

RELATIONSHIP

No mate/no crush 

FAMILY

Npc X Npc 

FRIENDS

None 

ENEMIES

None 

PERSONALITYSongpaw is a very shy cat. She struggles a lot in social situations, and is general quiet. When she does talk to others, she is kind and respectful. She is an obedient cat who likes to stay out of trouble, though she could be pressured into misbehaving by her peers in some situations.

Although Songpaw is a kind cat, she is a lot snappier around those she feels more comfortable with. She teases those she is close to, and may sometimes go too far in an attempt to feel more confident about herself. She also has a lot of aggressive and disturbing thoughts, and is unusually interested in gore, but she keeps these thoughts to herself, of course.

Songpaw is very forgiving. She sees the good in everyone and is a strong believer in the idea that everyone deserves love. She is very open minded and fiercely empathetic.

— positive traits Imaginative, polite, careful, modest, forgiving.

— neutral traits Emotional, competitive, quiet, reserved, sarcastic.

— negative traits Aloof, aimless, blunt, clingy, easily embarrassed.

MBTI TYPE

ISFP 

HOUSE

Hufflepuff 

ALIGNMENT

True Neutral 

APPEARANCE

Songpaw is a longhaired black and white tuxedo cat. Her long fur gets tangled and becomes very messy easily, and she is likely to get more insecure about this as she gets older. She is small - small in height, small paws, and small ears. She has a long tail. Her eyes are light blue. 

POWERS

None 

OTHER

None

FUTURE PLOTS

-She will struggle A LOT in training, will find herself failing when it comes to all areas of training. Biggest struggle will be that she struggles to swim, which sorta sucks, considering she's a RiverClanner.

-She falls in love with someone and they break her heart. She becomes more insecure because of this.

-Becomes socially anxious.

-Becomes angrier, more aggressive, violent thoughts are more frequent and she does something she regrets.

LILYFALL

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ I HAVE TO GO ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*

»» GENERAL INFORMATION ✩

● Lilyfall | currently no nicknames, accepts any nicknames from anyone

● Non-binary (afab) [ they/them ]

● 19 moons | ages 1 moon on the 15th of each month | Born on 15th of August 2019/Created on the 15th of March 2020

● ShadowClan | warrior

»» RELATIONSHIPS

● NPC X NPC, parents are both alive

● They have 2 NPC brothers and one NPC sibling | no friends | no enemies

● single | only attracted to males | no crushes

● 1/2 of nothing

»» APPEARANCE✩

● Lilyfall is a tall, slender, dark tabby cat with a white chest and light blue eyes. Their fur is average in length, and they have a notably short tail. They have tall, pointy ears and silky, well groomed fur. They have small, delicate paws.

━━ INJURIES/ILLNESS

● No injuries. They lose their appetite very frequently and have a tendency to sometimes go quite a long time without eating. Sometimes they completely lose energy for no apparent reason. Suffers from joint and bone pain. Occasionally gets seizures.

»» PERSONALITY

● ENFP, Campaigner | hufflepuff | lawful good

● forgiving, kind, obedient <> melancholy, secretive, apprehensive

● With a heart of gold, Lilyfall is the most loving and supportive cat you'll ever meet. Their main goal is to live life to the fullest and to be kind to everyone they come across, no matter who they are. They prioritise everyone over themselves, and are constantly prepared to help those in need, no matter how risky the situation may be for themselves. They are incredibly forgiving, believing that even the worst of cats deserve a chance to become better. They strongly believe that absolutely everybody is worthy of love. Lilyfall is a strong follower of the rules, believing that every rule exists for a good reason. However, they can sympathise with those who struggle to follow rules, and while they will disapprove of their actions, will not turn against them. All Lilyfall wants is to spread love to as many cats as possible, and to make the most of their life.

»»INTERACTION

● physically weak | mentally strong

● no powers

● no weapons

● powerplay of peaceful actions allowed

Contact roleplayer by sending a PM to this account, to my main iirose or to my discord iirose

They stepped carefully, nose twitching, a dark, slender shape moving through the forest. Lily's movements were hesitant - they didn't want to accidentally cross into ShadowClan territory. Their father had told them all about how territorial Clan cats could be, how angry they may become if faced with an intruder. Lily didn't want to upset these cats, especially not when considering what their intention's were.

Lily planned on joining ShadowClan - if they would accept them, of course. Many, many seasons ago, Lily's father had been a ShadowClanner, though he had left that life behind in favor of the more peaceful life of a kittypet. However, he had always spoken fondly of his former Clan, and had reassured Lily that they would find happiness there.

The scents of many, many cats grew stronger and stronger, alerting Lily to their close proximity to the border. And so they halted, settling down on the ground, making sure that not even an inch of their body crossed over the border. They sat calmly, fur lying flat on their shoulders, to assure any ShadowClanners that they were no threat.

And so Lily waited, light blue eyes gazing into the distance, looking at, what, if they were lucky, would be their new home. The forest was very different from the twoleg nest they had spent their entire life in. Different, but not in a bad way. Lily thought that the forest was beautiful, the chirping of birds like music to the brown tabby's ears. Lily decided that the forest was just as wonderful as the twoleg nest. They were sure that, if they were accepted, they would settle in here well. Sure, this place was nothing like their twoleg nest, and Lily had no experience surviving outside, but still, they remained positive, believing that after what would hopefully be their inital acception, things would go well.

Besides, life was too short to be consumed by worries and concerns. It was all too easy to be fearful, doubtful, to worry about fitting in. But Lily refused to have any fear. If ShadowClan wanted them, then they would be prepared to adapt to this forest, to learn the ways of a Clan cat, and to honor their lifestyles.

All they had to do was wait.

"I have to go."

Their eyes fixed on to an aporoaching cat - a young tom. He didn't seem hostile, in fact, he seemed rather friendly, for he was smiling. Lily felt themselves relax. So far, so good. Before the dark furred cat had a chance to respond however, a second cat, this one looking older than the former, arrived at the scene. She too, didn't seem at all aggressive. It seemed that Lily had made the right decision, not crossing over into ShadowClan territory.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong," the tall, slender feline answered, addressing both of the cats. "But are you two ShadowClanners?" they then answered the older molly's question - yes, it had been directed at the younger tom, but of course, he didn't know who Lily was, so they decided to answer. "I'm Lily. It's a pleasure to meet you." The dark tabby smiled gently at the two cats, light blue eyes gazing softly at them.

"I have to go."

Lily blinked warmly at Stagpaw as he introduced himself, before focusing on Firedawn. At the molly's question, the dark tabby smiled a little more widely, blue eyes lighting up with eagerness. To their relief, Firedawn seemed rather happy by the idea of having a new Clanmate, at least by her body language. Of course, Lily was not the sort of cat to make assumptions, and so, they answered, "Yes, but only if you'll have me," they continued, "I promise that I'll try my best to adapt to ShadowClan's way of life as quickly as possible, and I'll respect whatever laws you have in place." they had never really hunted in their life, but Lily knew that they would try their best despite their lack of experience. The tall cat added quickly, "Of course, I understand if you can't accept me, it's not a problem." The slender feline didn't want to place any pressure on these ShadowClanners, or to guilt trip them in any manner. Lily would hate to make anybody feel bad.

"I have to go."

Lilyfall's ears pricked at Tansyface's call. They didn't really know much about these 'tasks,' being very new to ShadowClan, but upon listening carefully and understanding what sort of tasks these were, the dark tabby headed over, a friendly smile on their face. "I'll take one." Whatever it was, Lilyfall would try to complete it to the best of their ability. They had made a promise for themselves to always do the best for their Clanmates, and so Lilyfall would absolutely accept whatever task Tansyface had for them, and would work their paws off in the process.

"I have to go."