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A pale, sandy coloured tom with calm green eyes. His pale sandy coat fades to white arounds his paws, belly and muzzle; the sandy colour is more saturated on his ears.

He has a heart of gold - he is caring, strong willed and always stops to think things through logically. He always tries to make sure everyone is following the rules. Unlike his brother, he tended to try get past things with a logical solution; and will only use brute strength if there is no other possible solution. However, because of his kind nature; he has often been challenged about his position as deputy - certainly his brother.

His parents died not too long after becoming a warrior. Cougar is his brother. Was born a normal clan-mate alongside his brother. He grew as a normal cat until he started to notice his brother crude nature. Not long after Cougar challenged the leader about his position, Birchheart confronted his brother which led to the cat leaving the clan.

A large, powerful tom with the colouration similar to that of a cougar; hence his name. He has ominous mustard yellow eyes along with sharp claws and teeth.

Cougar is definitely one of the cats you don't want to anger. He can turn out to be cold and rude; while also being very rash and stubborn. His answer to almost anything was a fight. Cougar is also quite of a megalomaniac; he even went far enough to challenged the lead for his brother's position as deputy.

Parents died not too long after becoming a warrior. Birchheart is his brother and Willowspirit is his ex-mate. He was born a normal clan-mate along with his brother but as he grew, he started to become quite rude and cold. He started to crave power and authority and it infuriated him that his own brother got the position as deputy instead of him. He challenged the leader about it, which eventually led him to leaving the clan, his brother and his mate behind to join life as a rogue.

A pretty, fuzzy grey tabby she-cat with adoring silver eyes. Her chest is pure white, along with her paws, and inner ear. She also has quite sharp claws.

This pretty she-cat is caring, helpful, determined and protective. She stands up for herself and for those who cannot but is also known to be quite stubborn and sharp-tongued at times. This is no exception to admit she is a great hunter.

No known Family. Cougar was her ex-mate.

A fluffy, blue colourpoint she-cat with brilliant, ocean blue eyes.

Don't let her sweetness fool you, despite Lilackit seeming quite kind and caring on the outside; she tends to backstab, blackmail and just generally be cold. She wants everything to go how she wants it. Though, most of the time, she tries to be sweet and caring.

Her mother is Magpiesong, her father is Wren and her siblings are Ebonykit, Starrykit and blankkit.

A lithe, long-legged light brown tabby she-cat with a long tail and large ears. Her eyes are large and are a pale but piercing shade of yellow.
Thornwhisker can be quite irritable sometimes when under stress, but can just as equally be kind and compassionate. She is intelligent though she can be occasionally overly worrisome. She's not much good at hunting or fighting, but she helps out wherever she can and would lay down her life for a clan member.
Thornwhisker has no known kin that are alive. She was born into the clan but prefers not to discuss things that are important to her, such as her kin/family.
                                        
(I'll put in the image later, still looking for a good one)

Roleplay sample: Weedpaw took a deep breath as he pranced out of camp. He could just feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he soaked in the sunlight for a moment and padded into the dense forest. This was his one and only chance to prove to everyone that he really was what he was meant to be, and it was all too exciting. Then again... it was also really scary. The scrawny gray apprentice felt his fur slightly spike up as leaves
crunched under his paws, and the forest around him began to darken. Suddenly the birds that tweeted grew silent and all Weedpaw could hear was the rustling of small animals between the tall trees. Was this really a good idea? Weedpaw felt his legs begin to tremble. He had to do this... Gathering his scattered emotions, the small apprentice puffed out his weak chest and trotted on into the dark forest.

(Sorry about everything being super wonky, I really do need some sleep! I also apologize for the shortness of that roleplay sample. If you need anything more I'll provide it.)