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Name: Kit

Age: 12 Moons

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Clan:  The Nomads

Rank: Member (Trainee)

Relationships: TBA

Personality:

+ Bubbly, Sweet, Positive

/ Daredevil, Talkative, Comedian 

- Pushover, Naive, Shallow-thinker, Cocky

History:

Kit had a quite pampered, if not luxurious, first 6 moons of life. He was bred in a Ragdoll cattery and had been quite content to grow up with his pack of siblings. That was until they started being taken away. Kit was extremely against this so called ‘adoption.’ It just wasn’t for him. Kit’s blood yearned for something else, something more. 

Description:

Kit is quite a stocky young tom. He is of average height with relatively broad shoulders, rounded limbs and large paws. Despite living as a rogue in the city for the past 6 Moons, stubborn fat still clings to him in some places. He has a large, fluffy tail that is often tufted with burrs and sticks that he is too lazy to pick out. Although he would never admit to his pedigree background, his feminine ragdoll pelt is the bane of his existence. So not cool.

When he bothers to groom his long, fluffy pelt it is soft and flowing. However that is not often. Most of his pelt is a snowy white but his face and paws is an velvety, extremely dark colour. Kit has pretty seafoam eyes, but the left one is adorned with a scrappy scar that he often flaunts off to his peers. Being unskilled but also cocky has led to him being covered in scars all over.

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Other:

I am currently away so am having a bit of difficulty accessing wolvden/the forum and have made a discord server just to chat on! Everyone is free to join although it hasn’t been fully set up yet.

https://discord.gg/MBU4TqS3Wd

Name:

Fawndapple

Age

55 moons

Gender

Tom

Sexuality

Gay/homosexual

Clan

SageClan

Rank

Medicine Cat

Relationships

None yet, I'd like to develop them as the plot goes along ^v^'

But if anyone is interested in having their cats be friends with Fawndapple, feel free to dm me and ask

Personality

+ Kind, Gentle, Peaceful

/ Quiet, Observant, Curious

- Sometimes too trusting, Emotion-Driven,

Despite being rather large and imposing at first glance, Fawndapple is a very gentle, fatherly type of cat. He is welcoming, kind, and generous as well. He avoids confrontation if at all possible, opting instead to seek peace and accommodation through discussion first. He views fighting and bloodshed as an absolute last resort, and he hates to have to default to it.

He also tends to let his emotions guide him, rather than logic and reasoning. He is a passionate creature, and he feels deeply what others feel. This has gotten him into trouble on multiple occasions, the most notable of which caused him to have to flee his native home in the city and seek refuge in SageClan. He did not stop and consider what the consequences of his actions were before he dove into the situation. He still struggles with this, as he finds it hard to ignore his feelings and thoughts.

History

Fawndapple was born at the beginning of new-leaf to Moon and Wendy, two cats that lived within a small, tight-knit group of cats in the city. Fawnstar's original name was Tempo, and he had two sisters, Rose and Whisper. The three of them were what you might expect – curious, sometimes troublesome kits that just wanted to see life outside their little makeshift nursery. Rose was the dominant one of their sibling group, and she often took the lead in games, such as pretending to be the leader of their little band while Whisper was deputy and Tempo was a fighter. They often got on their mother's nerves with their constant tussling and make-believe, but this never stopped them. Their play brought them very close together, and they remained close for their entire young lives.

The three kits were apprenticed (or entered into something akin to a warrior apprenticeship) a little late, as there was a bit of a shortage of able-bodied cats in their band at that time. By the time there were enough cats to accommodate the three, Tempo, Rose, and Whisper were nearly 9 moons old.

Tempo wasn't particularly gifted at hunting – this was apparent right away, as he had trouble catching even the simplest of prey, such as mice. It took much longer for him to figure out how to hunt well than it did for either of his sisters. He was, however, a fairly good fighter, and he surpassed his sisters in this area. Of course, he was no king of the (concrete) jungle, as he was only a little bit above average, but he was glad to have something he was good at for once.

When the three apprentices were 11 moons old, Whisper disappeared. Patrols were sent out to search for her, but they didn't find her for nearly three days. Rose was assigned to the patrol that found her, and the sight was one that would never leave her. (Trigger warning, death, description of gore) Her sister had been torn up and partially eaten by a fox.

Tempo was destroyed by the news that his sister had died, and he grieved for a very long time. He and Whisper had been extremely close, and he felt as though he would never be able to go on without her. He mourned the idea that he was a full-fledged member of his band, and his sister would never get to be.

While still in the midst of grief and fresh trauma, he was brought out to brave the outskirts of town for the first time. It was here that they were met by a SageClan patrol. Things turned violent quickly, but not before Tempo met a SageClan warrior named Sunfur. The two became friends after seeing each other when they went out to hunt in the fox territory.

After a year or so of friendship, Tempo and Sunfur began idly dreaming about what it might be like to be more than just close friends. They both expressed their frustration over the fact that it couldn't be more than it was right now, as they couldn't exactly be mates within the confines of their lifestyles, not just because they were both male, and SageClan thought it ghastly to waste the ability to produce offspring, but because they were of different factions completely.

Tempo wasn't exactly fond of having to accept this, however, and he began dreaming of what would happen if they were both suddenly rogues with no one but each other to rely on. This would be the thing that consumed him. He thought about it very often. And when push came to shove, he made his choice. He wound up on a patrol that attempted to steal prey from SageClan, and when the fighting broke out, he chose to defend SageClan, as he could not bring himself to harm the Clan to which Sunfur belonged.

Sunfur was killed in that battle, and Tempo sustained great wounds. Tempo, however, was unaware that Sunfur had been killed until just before he joined SageClan. From there, he proved himself loyal to Sunfur's Clan. He did not receive a warrior name for nearly a year after he joined SageClan, as they didn't think him worthy of one, but once he was able to prove his worth as a medicine cat, he was given the name Fawndapple. He was shown to have excellent abilities in medicine, and seeing as he was less than average in both hunting and fighting, he was allowed to apprentice as a medicine cat.

Description

Fawndapple is on the larger side for a SageClan cat, but only because he doesn't share their blood. He is stocky, with broad, powerful shoulders and a muscular body much unlike that of the typical lithe, sleek build of his Clan. He's also rather tall when compared to the rest of his Clan.

He has mid-length, well-groomed fur that is ginger and white in color. The ginger patches are striped. He has round yellow eyes and tufts of fur on the tips of his ears.

He has a few scars criss-crossing his pelt, the most notable of which reaches from his left shoulder to the base of his ribs. The scar was gained in a territory dispute gone wrong. He also as a few small scratch scars from similar battles.

Image

WIP, I've decided to draw him myself

Other:

Name: Acacia, or Aca around friends

Age: 28 moons (2.50 years)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi Demi sexual 

Clan: The Nomads

Rank: Healer

Relationships: 

Mate: ????? (Feel free to apply!)

Friends: Will make them! Feel free to offer to be a friend!

Kits: Feel free to make them!

Personality: Acacia has a very sweet and quiet personality. It’s hard to dislike her or be rude to her, she’s like everyone’s beloved niece. She tries as hard as she can to help heal her clan mates and hates hearing/feeling others in pain. It’s hard to make her mad, but she’ll claw your face out if you press the right buttons. She loves her mate and friends and is always a trusting ear to confine in. No sadness with Honey around! She’s currently pregnant but refuses to take maternity leave.

History: Acaica’s mother was pregnant when she was banished from the Clan for a reason the she-cat never told her only kit. The rest of her litter died in the womb, so little Aca was left alone with a mother who nursed her and then left her alone for often hours at a time. She learned quickly how to hunt and provide for herself and gathered an extensive knowledge of herbs to cure her own injures and illnesses. Eventually, she joined the nomads and became the healer, she has never regretted it.

Description: A fairly pretty she-cat, Acaica is named after her favorite flower. She looks like a Sageclan cat with the petite size and beautiful light green eyes. She has some tabby in her and you can faintly see some of the strips on her. She has light pink ears, pads, and nose that make her even cuter to look at. 

Image:

(Crrrredit)

Other: Speaks like a Southerner and calls everyone and everything ‘Sugar’. You can’t stop it, she’ll do it :) If no one wants to be her mate, I’ll just say he died for something. The kits wouldn’t come until there’s two or three of them, and even then it will be a bit.