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Character Name: Dew

Character Age: 26 Moons

Gender: Female

Alliance: Loner

Rank: Loner

Appearance (6 or more sentences):

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With luscious silver fur that seems to glow with an iridescent silver tone in the moonlight, Dew is one of those cats who seem to be a perfect representation of their name. One must only mention the name "Dew" in a crowd of cats, and immediately upon seeing her, the cats' eyes will glow with recognition of who "Dew" is; Dew seems to look similar to a drop of dew plucked right from a blade of grass. Wisps of Dew's silvery fur gather around the back of her neck and ears and lay almost flat against her body. Although Dew's coat is medium-length, her tail is extremely fluffy and thick. Dew's eyes are a stunning blue/green, and pop out against her coat. The she-cat is overall very small-framed and nearly apprentice sized. Her tall ears and perfectly shaped face contribute to the overall extremely attractive appearance of this she-cat.

Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):
---Likes (at least 3): Kits, tricking other cats, spying on other cats
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Pregnant she-cats or she-cats with kits, kittypets, clan cats
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): cunning, clever, strong, good fighter
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Very small, slightly blurry eyesight, bitter

Although Dew may seem beautiful and very friendly upon first seeing her or meeting her, she is a vile cat. Her poor eyesight and lack of ability to have kits causes the attractive she-cat to be bitter and vengeful against cats she is simply jealous of. However, Dew has learned to manipulate cats and use her beauty to her advantage; because of her small, gorgeous appearance, cats tend to think she is as kind and helpless as she looks. Dew uses this judgement to her advantage, twisting and tricking cats into doing things to benefit herself. Dew refuses to be close to another cat, especially a tom or she-cat with kits. Dew has little aspiration to make friends even with she-cats without kits. Because of her history as a kittypet, Dew also despises kittypets, hoping to pretend she was never one. Dew is jealous she was not born into a clan, causing her to hate clan cats as well.

History (8 or more sentences):
Dew was born a kittypet; she was the runt of the litter, snatched from her mother as soon as she could and given away to twolegs who barely remembered to feed her. Dew doesn't remember her father, but she assumes he was a loner or a clan cat. Just as soon as she was old enough to no longer be "cute" in her twolegs' minds, she ran off into the forest, desperate to get away from the boredom of being locked in her twolegs' house constantly. Dew quickly realized that the forest was a lot more dangerous than it seemed. Everything appeared to be slightly blurry and the scents quickly overwhelmed her. Dew made friends with a tom, whom she fell madly in love with. Once again, reality slapped Dew in the face when her only dream besides living in the forest, having kits, was crushed. The tom, unwilling to face Dew's depression, left. Since then, Dew lives a miserable, bitter existence, unable to face anything that reminds her of her loneliness.

Roleplay Sample

The icy cold, dense forest seemed to squeeze Dew's small frame, suffocating her in its primitive silence. Nothing, not even the sound of birds, woke the forest from its silent spell. The steel grey she-cat, darkened by the moons of faint sunlight attributed to leaf-bare, harshly juxtaposed the blankets of pure white snow that covered the forest floor. Her whiskers trembled slightly and her small paws shook as she fought back tears; the utter silence maddened her and it began to choke her even more harshly in its chilling grasp. Even in her two-leg nest, she had never been as alone as she felt now. Despair and the slushy frost that coated her paws made the she-cat tremble violently as she wailed, shattering the silence. Despite her wail, no sounds followed. The silence returned, blanketing the forest under its icy white spell once more.

Comments (optional):

Username: Frostt
Character Name: Dew
Gender: Female
Rank: Pantheress
Link to Bio

Other: Although her bio says she is a loner, she could join The Nightmare Roses as a full grown cat or I can pretend like she already joined as a full-grown cat. (And I made this cat before I read about the Nightmare Roses so I thought it was a bit funny she sounds just like she was made to be a pantheress in this group xD)

RP Sample: (Same as in Bio, except more added because bio sample was a bit short)

The icy cold, dense forest seemed to squeeze Dew's small frame, suffocating her in its primitive silence. Nothing, not even the sound of birds, woke the forest from its silent spell. The steel grey she-cat, darkened by the moons of faint sunlight attributed to leaf-bare, harshly juxtaposed the blankets of pure white snow that covered the forest floor. Her whiskers trembled slightly and her small paws shook as she fought back tears; the utter silence maddened her and it began to choke her even more harshly in its chilling grasp. Even in her two-leg nest, she had never been as alone as she felt now. Despair and the slushy frost that coated her paws made the she-cat tremble violently as she wailed, shattering the silence. Despite her wail, no sounds followed. The silence returned, blanketing the forest under its icy white spell once more.
Dew's desperation switched to rage as quick as a two-leg flips on a light switch. The iciness of the leaf-bare forest seemed to take over Dew's heart. Snarling with rage, Dew clawed a tree swiftly, her small frame flying across the snow like a fluffy grey ball of plumage. Why did this all have to happen to me? Dew hissed to herself, slashing at the ashy brown blur, which happened to be a tree trunk. Worthless fleabag she hissed again, imagining the greyish brown blur in front of her was the shape of her previous mate. Spitting, Dew padded away from the tree, the pure white snow fading into blurs of fluffy white. Curling up under a large fallen branch, Dew closed her eyes and tried to let her memories fade into everything she saw: a massive, jumbled blur.

A large black tom padded around Thunderclan camp. Because of his intimidating appearance, cats tended to not approach him and his painful shyness caused him to not approach other cats either. Nightshadow's pale yellow eyes scanned the camp nervously as he hoped no one thought he was even stranger for being alone. The only cat he felt comfortable talking to was his sister, Shaderose. She always knew how to brighten his day somehow with her cheery, outgoing personality. Nightshadow sat down, feeling hopeless and embarrassed at being alone. He wasn't sure where Shaderose was, but he assumed she was out hunting, which was her specialty as well as his. Something about the peacefulness of his parents had been passed on to both Nightshadow and Shaderose.

Character Name: Nightshadow

Gender: Tom

Clan{if any}: Thunderclan

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

Appearance:
A large ink-colored cat with pale yellow eyes, Nightshadow tends to look extremely intimidating. His body is heavily muscled, giving him the appearance of being a powerful cat as well. His midnight black fur is medium length and his tail is long. His ears as well as his whiskers are short.

Personality: Although Nightshadow looks extremely intimidating, in reality, he is painfully shy. He gets embarrassed easily and tends to mutter when he is nervous or embarrassed. Nightshadow has a habit of looking down at the ground when addressed, and he attempts to avoid contact with other cats out of fear of looking like an idiot. Although Nightshadow might appear to be an excellent fighter due to his powerful appearance, Nightshadow is squeamish at the sight of blood and has a hard time fighting other cats. The only time he would fight another cat instead of backing down is if anyone threatened his family or his clan needed to be defended.

History: Nightshadow was born to two equally peaceful and loyal Thunderclan warriors. He has one sibling, Shaderose.

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Character Name: Shaderose

Gender: She-cat

Clan{if any}: Thunderclan

Rank Warrior

Appearance
Shaderose carries on the family tradition of being large, especially for a she-cat. Although her brother is a solid inky black, Shaderose has white markings. All four of her paws are snow white and she has a small white patch on her forehead, resembling a small oval. Her eyes are a brighter yellow compared to her brother's pale yellow. Her fur is short, and her tail is long. Like her brother, Shaderose's talent is hunting.

Personality:
Shaderose is the complete opposite of Nightshade. While he is unbearably shy, Shaderose is bubbly and outgoing. Her willingness to speak her every thought sometimes gets her in trouble, and she is not afraid to bluntly ask other cats personal questions. Like her brother, Shaderose does not like the sight of blood and does not light to fight. Due to her normally consistent cheery personality, Shaderose tends to be stumped when other cats are caught up in more serious emotions. Shaderose is rarely angered unless someone tries to hurt her family.

History Shaderose is the only sibling of Nightshadow. Their parents were loyal and respectable warriors of Thunderclan. Shaderose and Nightshadow are very close.

Character Name: Shatterpaw

Gender: Tom

Clan Shadowclan

Rank: Apprentice (approx. 12 moons)

Appearance:
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Shatterpaw has always been considered 'ugly.' He could tell since the moment he was born by the way his own mother would look at him, as if she felt SORRY for him. His thick, black fur tends to get matted easily and his ears have always been a bit short and his eyes have always been a bit to big for his head. His short tail makes him look even more ridiculous than he already looks. His only advantage is that his body is very large and muscular for his age and his eyes are a beautiful emerald color.

Personality:
Shatterpaw grew up feeling like he was not as great as his sister. His ugly appearance and lack of attention of a kit has caused him to become vile, uncaring, and an attention craver; Shatterpaw will do ANYTHING to get attention, even if it means breaking the warrior code. To him, personal gain is much more important than a set of stupid old rules.

History: Shatterpaw grew up watching his parents practically drool over his sister. He was always left behind and ignored. When Shatterpaw learned the basic concepts of fighting shortly after becoming an apprentice and realized he was very good at fighting, he didn't hesitate to kill off his 'perfect' sister and his mother and framed a badger for it. Although the Shadowclan camp was turmoil for a moon after the alleged 'attack' Shatterpaw never felt any guilt for his actions. His father soon became depressed and sickness took its toll on his body.

Your name ; Dark Dove

Characters name ; Shatterpaw

Alliance ; Shadowclan

Gender ; Tom

Link to bio ; http://warriorcatsrpg.com/crea…erpaw-315289.new.html#new

Place wanted in plot ; Apprentice