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MONTE ✶ -- female ;  loner ; light beige singapura with alluring emerald eyes ; intriguing and brave this fae has buried her heart away }

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Monte is one of those cats that are not too different from the rest. With tortoiseshells you get different hues of merle, black, red, white. With tabbies, you still have variety. With Monte, you have beige and a light cream. Just simply and nothing too complicated but for her, it's not enough. There's no variations, she's just like her mother and father. The only thing that slightly separates her from the lines is her large almond-shaped eyes are an alluring emerald, and her size is small, much smaller. Her life as a stray has deemed her stout and thin. Sure, small muscles create nice curves for her body, but when set next to the average sized cat, she's more then a couple inches under the cut. With that being said she is automatically not the best fit to be the best warrior, it's hard enough not to be knocked down by a gust of wind let alone a blow from a cat. Beside this, her coat is short and relatively clean. Though that just gives way to her constant grooming, not enjoying to wear the earth as other do. Her sleek coat is a dark brown ticking on a warm old ivory ground. Her nose is a rosy pink and her claws and pads are brown, the color of mud. Monte is somewhat of an intriguing creature, and truly brave. She's not adventurous, but when confronted with danger or a vicious brute of some sort, she can find her way out, and isn't afraid to stick up for herself. She isn't fierce or unkind, but she isn't a push over either. When it comes to any emotions, she is oblivious. She couldn't tell you what she's feeling, only that she is angry, happy, or sad. The basics. That's as far as her knowledge of emotions go. Monte has locked her heart and emotions in a place she can't seem to find, and she doesn't really want to find it either, or most of the time at least. So for the most part, Monte is a statue-face fae. Even for her small size, this can be slightly intimidating; she's scared off several possible friends before with this feature. Even if it hurts her, she just moves on. She has been quite a few things; a kit, a daughter, a friend, a savior and a lover. She was all these things before she moved to these lands and is still mending her heart from them. Just a few more cracks she tells herself and all will be gone.

DEWSTRIPE ✶ -- female ;  warrior ; silver tabby with warm amber eyes:  a rather fair and sarcastic molly with deep streaks for passion }

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From a distance, Dewstripe looks like any other cat. Your average sally really, but upon closer inspection you can see that she is actually rather pretty. Not that I am bragging here, oh deary, no, she might boast about things at times but never about her appearance. Her fur isn't long, silky, or smooth; it's short, soft, and well kept. Her resemblance to a tiger is vague, but just present enough to turn heads. Bold, vertical stripes stretch themselves along the length of her soft gray body, starting at the spine to bleed evenly down the sides. Unlike her feline ancestors, however, her coloring lacks vibrant hues, instead dimming to a soft, calm palette of gray and the occasional spot of golden brown. She is soaked in these tones from head to toe, minus, of course, her eyes. Her eyes might not be the most.. inviting, but there is something about them that can draw your attention. Her eyes are a golden hue with swirls of amber. Dewstripe could care less whether you liked her or not. She does not pay any mind to what you think about her or her beliefs. She knows who she is and that is all that matters, right? She isn't uncaring in the sense that she hates everyone, no. She has a deep passion for her clan and cares greatly about them, but she is not a kiss up. What you see is what you get. Nothing more nothing less. Now I am not saying you can't rely on this she-cat, why you would be mouse-brained not to. Idle paws are the devil's paws as she always likes to say. Dewstripe very much believes in hard work and will not accept slackers. If there is one thing Dewstripe had a lot of, it's passion. It could be a plethora of things, from fighting to faith. Once she has a deep running passion in her veins for something there is no stopping her

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WINSLOW ✶ -- male ;  warrior ; large russet maine coon with warm amber eyes: a grumpy gentle giant with a amiable heart }

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Winslow has a slightly larger build then the average tom, giving him a more intimidating look. However, there are still many toms that are much bigger than him. He has broad, muscular shoulders that are the source of his strength and agility; reward for his vigorous training as an apprentice. He has a thick coat which sticks up in places due to his failed attempts to keep his fur tamed. It tends to pick up anything he comes in contact with; burs, snow, and twigs are a few objects that tend to cling to his pelt. It is only upon the persistence of his sibling; _ , does he tend to his thick, russet coat. Winslow's fur is not the most unique shade you have ever seen, but then again, he isnt one for looks. The large tom is clad in a thick coat of umber and a decoration of darker tabby stripes. Winslow is nothing more than a grumpy, gentle giant. He might appear rough around the edges but deep down is a warm amiable heart. However it his heart and loyalty that seems to push the few remaining cats that care about him away. His unquestionable dedication always seems to get in the way, after all, Winslow is as loyal as they get. Tried and true. There is no use in lying, failure and his love for his clanmates will be his downfall.

ok I'm done, sorry i went on a lil character spree ;u;
i tried to make them look presentable lol
SORRY THEY ARE SO LONG MY B MY B
ill write up some starters
ooh ! btw, winslow is tots open to having a sibling ~~ ]