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    Marlow walked a bit behind the group of girls in front of her, her heavy black boots clunking in the grass. She sighed, flicking her faded magenta hair from her face with a flick of her hand. Making it to the lounge, she sat in one of the dingy, skin colored plastic chairs, almost falling into it. She noticed three girls, one of which she knew as Kody, the leader of The Black Widows. 'Heh.' She thought, noting the uncomfortable look on her face, and a mook of wanting in her eyes. She noticed the flicks of the gang leader's eyes toward a blonde's lips, which were smeared in lipgloss. She laughed, a little too loudly, before quieting herself, playing it off as a cough.

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    2. |Name|: Crow
    3. |GENDER|: Male
    4. |AGE|: 18 moons
    5. |RANK|: Loner
    6. |APPEARANCE|: As a maine coon mix, Crow stands taller than the average cat, with a strong muscular structure under his thick black fur, which can appear dark brown in the sunlight. His eyes are deep yellow, almost amber in colour. His ears are torn, and one scar crosses the bridge of his nose.
    7. |PERSONALITY|:Crow is level-headed, easy on his paws, and charismatic. He often speaks to friendly clan cats when he can, as he yearns for contact. He is a storyteller, and will often tell stories of his past to those willing to listen. While cat-smart, and able to think up a coherent thought, Crow isn't the best with solving issues on demand, and often finds himself stuck in odd situations because of it. He is a decent fighter, a phenominal hunter, and not the best swimmer, due to his thick coat.
    8. |HISTORY|: Born to Dawnfeather, a small gray she-cat living in the time of Skystar, and Hawk, a large, storm gray maine coon and former kittypet, Crow learned the ways of the forest quickly. He learned to hunt before he turned four moons old, and was able to survive on his own at six moons. His mother kept he and his brother, Smoke, a secret from the clan for their first moons of life, fearful of how they would react to two half-clan kits. Crow found himself drawn to the forest, and the freedom it promised, while his brother, Smoke, became fixated on the stories of brave warriors, loyal to their clan. Dawnfeather eventually dissapeared, shortly after the dissapearance of Skystar, leaving her seven moon old kittens to fend for themselves in the forest.
    9. |KIN|: Dawnfeather(mother), Hawk(father), Smoke(brother)
    10. |MATE/CRUSH|: None/Open for development.
    11. |KITS|: None
    12. |OTHER|: I am the prettiest kitty, mind you.
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    2. |NAME|: Smoke
    3. |GENDER|: Male
    4. |AGE|: 18 Moons
    1. |RANK|: Loner
    2. |APPEARANCE|: A large, muscular, black smoke maine coon mix, with piercing amber eyes. His ears are shredded, and many scars split his fur, the most prominent being a thick scar under his jaw.
    3. |PERSONALITY|: Smoke is an intimidating cat, to say the least. He is quiet, yet harsh, and often talks for his brother in tough situations. He has the ability to think quickly, and often foxes his way out of problems, all the while protecting his brother. He is a phenominal fighter, leading to his many scars, an ok hunter, and a decent swimmer, as his powerful muscles are able to propel him through water.
    4. |HISTORY|: Born to Dawnfeather and Hawk, Smoke grew up with his brother, Crow outside of the clan, hidden in a small hollow. The two are almost inseperable due to this, and are never far from one another. Smoke, while only seconds older than his brother, often feels the need to protect his sibling, and finds himself in tough situations because of it. His mother taught him to fight first, as he is signifigantly larger than his brother, and Dawnfeather was able to see him as a protecter because of it. He holds a distain for his father, Hawk, who abandoned his mother when he found she was pregnant, leaving her to fend for her kits on her own. When their mother dissapeared, Smoke and his brother were only seven moons old, and the two had to fend for themselves in the forest, morphing Smoke into the protecter he has become.
    5. |KIN|: Dawnfeather(mother), Hawk(father), Crow(brother)
    6. |MATE/CRUSH|: None/Snowpaw
    7. |KITS|: None
    8. |OTHER|:The angriest kitty, who does not think he is pretty.

    Crow:

    Crow let out a yawn and stretched his legs which struck out from the rock he was laying on. "When are we going to move? I'm starving." He groaned, flicking an ear, his yellow gaze fixed on his brother, who sat not far away.


    Smoke:

    The dark coloured tom let out a huff, and stood, licking his paw. "We can go now, if you'd stop lounging around." He meowed, turning to gaze at his brother. The tom swished his fluffy tail through the air, standing expectantly.



    Wow, having loners is odd. They just interact with eachother, like silly brothers.


    Smoke: Padding toward the forest, and out of the little clearing he and his brother called home, Smoke tasted the air, his jaw parting. "I smell the clan cats." He muttered, his ears perking, searching for the faint sounds of pawsteps or rustling. He swished his dark coloured tail through the air, His dark honey coloured eyes scanning the trees.


    Crow: Leaping from the rock, Crow stretched his legs out, yawning once more. "Maybe we should speak to them, they might be friendly." He meowed, glancing at his brother once more. The sleek black tom jumped down from the rock, and padded up to the black smoke cat, his tail held high.


    Smoke: "No, absolutely not. They'd be more likely to claw our ears off." He meowed, his gaze fixing on his brother, who now stood beside him. "Come on, we've got to go hunt anyway." He took off into the forest, his large paws covering ground quickly. Behind him, Crow kept pace, running just behind his brother's plume-like tail.