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As the sun quietly seeped in through the leaves of the blackberry bushes that made up the apprentices den. The soft snores and purrs of the other apprentices sleeping filled the quiet air as they all slept most huddled together for warmth and others simply just sleeping cozily by themselves. Tidepaw stirred quietly in her spot as the sun danced on her pelt, causing the apprentice to give a soft purr as she slept. Soon after another moment of resting Tidepaw opened her eyes and looked outside of the apprentices den Oh it looks wonderful outside! She thought to herself before she rose to her paws and quietly weaved through the sleeping apprentices before she finally poked her outside and smiled.

Tigerstrike grumbled in his nest as he heard the sibling rise from the small huddle. He wasn't a very elderly cat, but he truly just loved his sleep, so with another groan he stretched out his body and opened his tired eyes as he sat for a moment longer in his nest.

(( I just posted Tidepaw's and Tigerstrike's starters c:

(( Okie dokie thanks Dolce!

((My plan with Silvernight's fate was something like betraying the Clan somehow, and either leaving or dying after giving birth to kits Dreamcloud adopts. Though that could be either through a mate or through a rogue/whatever, so a match for her isn't necessary. Oakwhisker and Broken would be the best options out of my characters for matches oops they're both toms))

--Silvernight grumbled audibly as the five siblings that usually rose early began to do so. She was a rather light sleeper most of the time due to her mistrust and caution, so she was forced to wake up around the time most of the Clan's early risers did. With a rather large, loud yawn, and stretched out her limbs as well as she could without prodding another cat, and stood up. Silvernight shook out her fur before padding out of the den, blinking rapidly in the sunlight that assaulted her gaze. She sighed softly at the sight of the other cats around the Clan, deciding to skip eating and head straight into hunting.

--Dreamcloud awoke minutes after feeling her sister's warmth leave the den, her blue eyes opening to the light of the day slowly. She rumbled slightly with a soft purr, turning onto her back and rubbing against her bedding contentedly. Her dreams had been some of the most pleasant she was sure she'd experienced, and she was taking her time in waking from them fully. Clan life held many responsibilities that would often weigh on her, and her own personal goals and desires dragged her down like a tree wrapped around her tail. She sighed after stretching roughly, loving the feeling in her limbs but unhappy that she was awake enough to think of what needed to be accomplished that day. Dreamcloud made her way out of the den, murring a soft greeting to the other warriors and a slightly louder one to her apprentice.

--Brokenpaw was already awake and sitting in nearly the exact middle of the camp. The sun pulsed on his dark pelt, making him feel sleepily content until he spotted his mother. He grew slightly tense as he watched her deciding where to go for the day, and relaxed when she began making her way to the exit. Soon after her came Brokenpaw's aunt, Dreamcloud. He was extremely close with her, as she loved kits and had raised him slightly more than his actual mother. He also loved kits, thanks to her, and was hopeful she would have litters of her own some day that he could help with. Quickly, he moved to the fresh kill pile and chose one of the smallest options, knowing that his aunt would have done the same when she got there.

--Oakwhisker made his way into camp from the outside, carrying two smaller bits of prey. He had woken restlessly before the sun had come up, and decided to make use of his time. He dropped them off in the fresh-kill pile, selecting one of the older pieces of prey to have for himself. He hoped to find someone willing to share with him, but was uncertain of who to approach, or if anyone would approach him and ask.

"Good morning," Songpaw replied sweetly as Tidepaw joined them, pushing back her irritation at having to deal with the other she-cat but hiding it well behind her ever-present facade of friendliness and innocence. "How are you today? Have any exciting plans?"

Songpaw shrugged, bending her head to smooth a tuft of white fur that stuck up from her shoulder. "No, I don't believe-"

"Our mentors were going to take us to Fallen Hollow for some training," Crowpaw put in sleepily from above them, half-opening his blue eye to stare down at them. "That's the only reason I'm even up this early." He let out a wide yawn, stretching out his front paws as he did so before resting his chin on them and closing his eyes again. Blossompaw twitched her whiskers at her brother, then murmured to Songpaw.

"I forgot about that. I was wondering what he was doing up there."

"Well, there you have it, I guess," Songpaw meowed to Tidepaw. "Though we've been up for a little while and haven't seen any of them, so I'm starting to doubt that that's still a plan." She shrugged.

@di-stri
Can I have Stormpaw's fate changed to destroy the Clan, but it's not , and be a loner named Stormie (Give his fate to Moorfox, and make Moorfox Adderfang's brother)? I was thinking they would take him into the Clan to moderate him.
If this can happen, here are my new forms.

Name: Badgerstripe
Birth Name: Stripekit
Gender: M
Age: 62 moons
Rank: Warrior
Mate: Quill
Kin: Moorfox, Adderfang
Appearance: Badgerstripe is an enormous warrior, broad shouldered and muscular. Hmmm... How to describe him? Badgerstripe, really does look like a badger. He's a thick furred dark cat, jet black for most of his pelt. Grey flecks litter his back, and his head is white, with two jet black stripes, one over each of his eyes. His eyes are a stormy grey. His claws are long, slightly badger-like. His tail is half the length of an average cats, fluffy at the end.
Personality: Not only does he look like a badger, he acts like one. He is very hot-headed, and vicious in battle. He moves with a lumbering gait, and has a sharp tongue, which can often get him into trouble. However, he is loyal, and well-loved by his Clan.
Skills/Weaknesses: He is very strong, but his burly build gives him trouble when attempting to move quickly.
Virtues: Strong, Courageous
Fate: To die a hero in battle

Name: Adderfang
Birth Name: Snakekit
Gender: M
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Kin: Quill, Badgerstripe, Moorfox
Appearance: Adderfang is quite the interesting tom, long legged and strangely patterned. His long tail billows out behind him, but his most catching aspect is the black, diamond-like pattern on his back (not too different from an adder, one might notice), for which he was named. What's more, his top canine teeth are slightly long, hanging out of his jaw to a degree. Besides the pattern, his fur is a dirty tan, with black flecks along his pelt. His eyes are a warm brown.
Personality: Adderfang is impulsive, hence his name. But, his name also fits his strength and battle, as he often lashes out with deadly force without thinking. Often times, this gets him in hot water, but he never does seem to learn.
Skills/Weaknesses: Adderfang has long fangs that hang out of his mouth, good for hunting and fighting, but he has short claws.
Fate: Fated to rise to a position of power




Name: Moorfox
Birth Name: Redkit
Gender: M
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Warrior
Kin: Quill, Badgerstripe, Adderfang
Mate: Open
Appearance: Moorfox is quite the athletic looking cat, with a dark ginger and russet appearance to his fur. For the most part, his fur is short, but on his long, feathery tail, the hairs grow long, give his tail an elegant appearance. If his tail doesn't catch your eye, then his eyes will. A calm honey amber, they are very expressive of his emotions. He has a very lithe, thin, but large and athletic build. Near the base of his tail are two mousy grey patches, one on each hip, and on the top of the base of his tail. The grey is permeated by the russet hairs that break into the patch. He is darker on his back, and lighter on his chest, tail tip, paws, and other common colorpoints for cats.
Personality: Moorfox would give his life for his clan, and his loyalty is past the horizons. He loves hunting, the chase, and the killing leap to bat the birds from the sky. In fact, his build makes him so unbelievably fast, but his long legs help him jump incredibly high. When it comes to conflict, he prefers to keep a peaceful approach. He is a lover, an adventurer, and hopes someday to find a mate. He is a hopeless romantic, but whenever he tries to seize the opportunity with she-cats, he gets easily flustered and shy.
Skills/Weaknesses: He isn't the best fighter, as his body is not accustomed to taking damage. Instead, he takes a more dart in and out approach.
Virtues: Swift and Down-To-Earth
Fate: To kill a powerful leader. When the time comes, he must choose between all he loves, or his soulmate.



Name: Stormie (Stormchaser)
Gender: M
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Loner
Appearance: Uncannily large long-furred dark grey tom, with jet black flecks thickly covering his back. He has a black muzzle, and white tipped ears, along with his dark black underbody, that goes from his chest, to the insides of his legs, to the tip of his tail. He has white toes over black socks. His eyes are a mix of blue, green, brown, and grey, the color of the sea after the storm. His tail is especially elegant, a long brushing handsome trait of his. His right ear is torn right through the middle, and a large scar over his face, from his right ear over his nose to an inch and a half below his left eye. Being a maine-coon, he is an enormous cat, with long claws. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling.
Personality: The huge tom that he is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit loyalty, for fear of being betrayed. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others.
Skills/Weaknesses: He is very skilled in hunting and fighting, but his long claws can snag, and his large build makes it hard for him to squeeze through tight spaces. He prefers to take to the trees.
Fate: To destroy the Clan if not moderated

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