[br][size=5]Heatherstar[/size]
[size=4] of HeatherClan
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[br]Pelt: Light Tortoiseshell
Eyes: Green
Age: Thirty Moons
Crush: To Be Decided.
[br]I am a slender, mottled she-cat with slender, narrowed eyes. I do not put up with other cat's bull-s*** I am my own cat and I do as I please. Though, I am a kind and loyal cat who is up for helping anyone in trouble, even at the risk of my own life, as little as it may seem. I am a strong, broad shouldered gal that loves to have fun and let loose once in a while.
[br]The bitter frost was the first thing that I ever remember, negating the effects of my mother's warming breath as she walked in the snow that nearly came up to her chest. She must have been cold. After what seemed like an eternity, we had arrived at a barn in the middle of nowhere, at least now I know what it was. Then, I was too little. That was when I met my father. I could hear my mother and father arguing, somewhere behind me, but I was focused on the young scoundrel laying in the hay. Harvey.
My mother had left me there to return to her home, somewhere in a distant gorge, where the river flowed and had created a place for a group of cats called a "clan" to live. Growing up, I had longed to begin my own clan, though my father said I'd never do it without the proper training. That's when Harvey said he'd train me, when I was clan age. I grew up fast.
With long legs, and broad shoulders, I was hard to beat growing up. Harvey and I would leave the barn for long periods of time, running and honing my skills until one day I could start a clan of my very own. When I was finally old enough, we set out, searching for the perfect place. And then... the dogs attacked and I lost my dear friend... and my true love. That's when I found a small, defenseless kit with a creamy pelt...
[br]Her posting color is Sandy Brown.
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[br][size=5]Gingerpaw[/size]
[size=4] of HeatherClan
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[br]Pelt: Orange Tabby
Eyes: Aqua Blue
Age: Seven Moons
Crush: To Be Decided.
[br]I am a fluffy, runt she-cat with fierce, proud eyes. I am fiercely determined to excel at anything I put my mind to; though I've a wicked sharp tongue, I'm kind to my clan mates ONLY. I do enjoy playing around with my clan mates, or sharing tongues in the warmth of Greenleaf. Who doesn't?
[br]I was born and left. I remember nothing of my mother. Surviving was hard, until a she-fox came along and rescued me. I quickly grasped the language of the foxes, and practically pushed cat-speech out of my mind. Until my fox-mother was caught in a trap while protecting me...
I met Heatherstar not long after that. She she-cat talked to me, but I didn't know what she was truly saying until much later. I fled from her for a while, but slowly... very slowly, she got me to come out of my tough shell.
[br]Her posting color is Wheat.
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