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x batwhisker x dimheart x hummingfrost x houndpaw


♦ Dimheart.
A long-boded and slender silver-white tabby molly with striking amber eyes. She's built more so for speed and agility, not so much for fighting, but that doesn't mean one should underestimate her fighting abilities. Her fur is thin, allowing most of the scars that she receives during her life as a warrior noticeable. This feline is known to be distant and cold to others at best. She places her service to her Clan above anything else. Calling her a workaholic is perhaps the best way to describe her when it comes down to it. She's also ambitious, a cat that yearns for power. Well, more like she yearns for the Clan to recognize all that she has given for it. She wouldn’t injure or kill for the sake of rising through the ranks, but she won’t deny her ambition, either. All in all she’s a rather stoic cat who would give her life nine times over for the Clan without a second thought.  
Feathertalon
Warrior.
Sister of Hummingfrost, yet the two hold a very distant, cold relationship.
"Walking a Narrow Line"


♦ Hummingfrost.
A slender molly with a silver pelt that's sliced through with inky tabby markings. For the most part her fur is thin and close to her body, but around her neck and stomach the fur thickens and fluffs out, giving her more of a long-furred look. Her tail is also incredibly feathery and soft, the fur there thicker than anywhere else on her body. She also has gentle amber eyes. Unlike her sister, Hummingfrost is very soft-spoken and gentle. She's incredibly nurturing and motherly, the kind of cat that will care for anybody or anything. She's been known to mother Clanmates that are older than she is. There's no sign of any ambition in her, or well, other than the ambition to be an amazing mother to any and all kits she has, but that's about it. Hummingfrost is also a bit of a hopeless romantic which seems to do more bad for her than good. 
Feathertalon
Permanent queen? If not, warrior
Sister of Dimheart, yet the two hold a very distant, cold relationship.


♦ Batwhisker.
Batwhisker is long-boded, long-legged, and just an overall lanky cat. He's awkwardly tall and long, a gangly thing that never really quite grew into his body. With his large, pointed ears and long, slender tail he looks more mouse than cat. His fur is a deep black and short and his eyes are a gleaming amber. Personality wise this tomcat is rather skittish and timid, a nervous wreck really. He's jumpy and always on edge, acting as if something is out to get him. He's awkward as well, not really sure what to say. A part of him is afraid to speak and interact with others as he believes he'll slip up and say something wrong which in turn will pin others against him. Batwhisker does try his best to be friendly and kind, though. He wants the Clan to accept him at the very least. He just wants to feel like he's welcomed.
Feathertalon
Warrior
Half-brother to Bugstep and mates with Cricketchirp.


♦ Houndpaw.
A long-legged black tomcat with long, silky fur and incredibly pale green eyes. Underneath all his fur he is quite lanky and long, his physique made more for speed and stamina than brute strength and force. While all of his fur is long and feathery, his tail is even more so. This tomcat is rather wise for his age. There's something about him that makes him seem older than he really is, like he's seasons ahead of his actual age. He's also very laid back and relaxed, not one to jump to conclusions or make assumptions. He's level-headed and rational, a thinker before a doer. He's also the type of cat that serves his Clan dutifully and expects nothing in return. He goes the extra mile for his Clanmates so that others don't have to, yet he does this not for any special rewards or praise, no, he simply does it to see his Clanmates happy and less stressed about their own duties. Their happiness is his reward, and this tomcat wouldn't have it any other way.
Feathertalon
Warrior
Brother of Crowpaw.


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Waspclaw
Once referred to her mother as a “little shadow” for her small size and habit of following any bigger kits around, Waspclaw grew into a fierce-looking she-cat. In fact, even for OakClan, she’s large for a she-cat, all barrel chest, huge paws, and bulky muscles. Notably she has a scar across the bridge of her nose, but her pelt is riddled with them from her history. Her fur is thick and unlike Stormstar’s more of a mix of colors: her body seems almost striped by black and ginger, like a wasp, with white splashes on her legs and tail tip. Her eyes are grass green. Despite her colorful pelt, she is also rather plain, not nearly as beautiful as her sister, Stormstar, with her unusual gray eyes and more feminine appearance. This doesn’t bother Waspclaw at all, and she hardly notices as she’s always been Stormstar’s little shadow. She’s always followed after her sister with stars in her eyes; Waspclaw’s paws fitting into her big sister’s paw prints perfectly. Her loyalty to her mother and her siblings over her father is how she ended up on the right side of history, despite the fact her father’s praise came easily. She’s a great fighter, focused on pure strength, and she’s a good hunter. Despite this, she does have quite a few flaws. She does tend to go with the flow and seems to struggle if she has to make choices for herself. She relies on the opinions of those she loves maybe too much. She also isn’t the most socially aware cat and often ends up somewhat oblivious and tactless. While she does know some about strategy, she’s often seen as being somewhat dim-witted due to this.

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(Senior?) Warrior.
Stormstar’s sister, other siblings open, father was former tyrant of OakClan.
“Walking a Narrow Line”.

Boulderfrost
A good descriptor of Boulderfrost would be “looming”. His facial scars and somewhat tattered ears don’t help him look any less intimidating. He’s a tall tomcat but not lanky. Underneath his mostly black pelt, his muscles ripple obviously. Since he was born, his mother, Doveflight, had always worried there wasn’t something right with the tom cat despite being the largest of his litter, not the runt. Despite being mostly black, he has a few odd patches of white, including one around a blue eye--with his other eye being dark amber. His father Hemlockfur, a pure white tom, was however proud to see that the kits were his. While one of Boulderfrost’s sisters, Nettlekit/paw, was gray like their mother, Egretkit/paw was amber-eyed white. Despite his often-anxious mother’s concerns, Boulderkit grew strong and became favored by their former leader, Stormstar’s father, when he was only an apprentice. Because of this, Boulderfrost became one of the former leader’s right paw cats from a young age, alongside his father, Hemlockfur. In fact, Boulderfrost was one of the last to turn on their former leader, only doing so when the leader requested he kill runt kits; in return, he helped Stormstar organize his demise. Boulderfrost still holds a lot of guilt about his actions and hopes to improve the clan, protect the weakest from the cruelty he went through as a kit and apprentice and the violence he caused as a warrior.
(Senior?) Warrior
No romantic relationships but open (he’s secretly bi), siblings are Nettlepaw and Egretpaw (open, feel free to choose Warrior names or make NPCs as deceased or missing), parents are Doveflight (deceased, StarClan) and Hemlockfur (deceased, possibly Dark Forest).

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Mistypaw
Treepaw
Bugstep
Cricketchirp
Thistlemask

Mistypaw.
Being extremely small and fluffy, nothing about Mistypaw screams “threatening” about the small she-cat. What with her silky soft light silver pelt dusted ever so slightly white, delicate and small paws, tufted ears, and olive green eyes. Mistypaw is not one would immediately be afraid of upon first glance. However it is wise not to be fooled by the soft, small appearance of the young she-cat, as she is a spitfire of sarcasm and snark. Being a highly opinionated cat, Mistypaw is not afraid to tell you exactly what she thinks and likely not in a nice way either, no matter what rank you are. She’s got a fiery temper and enough personality for a cat three times her size. She might not physically be the strongest, but she’s uses her size to her advantage, often dodging and striking fast, not hard in attacks, and though Mistypaw is far from the nicest cat out there, she’s fiercely loyal of those she believes deserves it and would walk through fire and brimstone for them.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Apprentice.
Her sister is Treepaw.
Anything Else? [Walking a narrow line]


Treepaw.
Sharing a similar look to that of her sister, Treepaw is also rather fluffy, with a soft gray tabby pelt and a white underside that goes down to her paws and all the way up to her muzzle. Treepaw also has darker gray, nearly black swirls going down her back in a marbled like pattern. Her ears are tufted, with fluffy long fur sprouting from them like wisps of mist. Along with this, Treepaw (much unlike her sister) is extremely tall and lanky. With no muscle whatsoever going for her, this cat is mostly made out of legs and fur, with her long white legs ending in large paws that seem awkwardly out of place on the she-cat. Her legs fall limp to her side, scarred and numb, she’s paralyzed in her back legs and has to drag them around wherever she goes. Then finally, her eyes are a brilliant, captivating green and are easily the first thing others notice about her. Treepaw is a soft, curious she-cat at heart. With a need to learn and a desire for knowledge, Treepaw is always seeking something knew to learn about, and has also taken up quite the knack for mystery solving whenever cases for that arise. However, she’s not much of a fighter, never having taken an interest in fighting of any sort. In fact, she’s more of a pacifist than anything else, which does not bode well for a warrior in training.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Apprentice.
Her sister is Mistypaw.
Typically, Treepaw’s back legs are paralyzed but idk if that would work in this rp? [Walking a narrow line]


Bugstep.
The first word that comes to mind when describing Bugstep is tall. This lean, thin, long legged tom is probably about 90% leg, making him tower over his fellow clanmates, which could possibly be intimidating if it wasn’t also for the fact that Bugstep is practically skin and bone, with hardly anything sticking to him, this lean black and white tom looks like the cat version of a walking tree, and from there he only looks more awkward with too long of whiskers and ginormous ears, Bugstep is mostly just an odd proportioned cat. The only thing that might be considered captivating about the awkward looking tom would be his brilliant, bright yellow eyes that stand out against his black and white thin coat of fur. Bugstep is also a rather unfriendly tom, generally not the type of cat others want to willingly be around. He always has a smug comment to share and seems to find the rest of the clan tolerable at best, flat out dumb and annoying at worst. He’s sour tempered and easily annoyed. However he does care, he just doesn’t exactly show it, or if he does, it’s in his own special Bugstep way. Doesn’t change the fact that he needs to be nice though.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Warrior.
Batwhisker is his brother.
[Walking a narrow line]


Cricketchirp.
Not being particularly tall or long, Cricketchirp falls somewhere in-between. A pretty average tom, with decent fluff (especially to his face) and a largely spotted soft brown pelt of fur that’s lighter and darker depending on the area, and olive green eyes, Cricketchirp practically blends right into dirt and dust. His paws are also quite large and fluffy, giving them a soft appearance and enough of a bounce in his step that Cricketchirp is plenty capable of bouncing wherever he goes, the trick is getting him to stop. He’s a friendly tom though, always willing to listen to others and to chat. However he’s got a hidden level of snark that few cats see an often surprises most. The easiest way to describe him is a ray of sunshine, or even just the sun in general. Beautiful (though he really isnt), bright, and welcoming, but if you look too closely, you get burned.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Warrior.
He’s open for family and friends. Mates with Batwhisker.
[Walking a narrow line]


Thistlemask.
There’s a certain grace to Thistlemask that’s hard to miss. Perhaps it’s the way she walks, or the icy aura around her, yet it’s unmistakably there. Thistlemask is a soft, short furred shecat that falls slightly on the smaller side of things. Her pelt is a soft, solid cream color with a darker brown face, ears, tail, and paws, as if the shecat had dipped the darker parts of her fur into a paint of chocolate and mud. Her paws are delicate and small, while her tail is long and typically curled right at the end. Thistlemask is light on her feed and completely silent when she walks. Finally, her eyes are a pale yet bright blue, standing out against her darkened face. Thistlemask is a cat that thinks far before she acts. Everything is planned, every little thing has thought put into. Likely too much thought actually, but it seems to work for her. She’s a brisk cat, one that seems to always be moving with some place to go, and when she walks it’s not just for any reason, there’s purpose behind it. However she isn’t the most friendly or outgoing of cats, preferring solitude over the company of others, and when she does talk to others - especially when nothing “business” related is involved - Thistlemask easily and quickly turns into a pile of stumbling over words, unsurity, and a sense of awkwardness that just isn’t there when she’s alone or busing herself with things.
𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
Warrior.
She’s all alone, nobody there besideeee her.
Idk, I’d keep an eye on her. [Walking a narrow line]

Cedarpelt.
Cedarpelt looks as old and gnarled as Clinging Oak, but is only a bit older than Willowdapple. If anything, it wasn’t time as much as experience that has left Cedarpelt’s green eyes clouded and his fur looking ragged. His body is littered with scars and is often sore from old wounds. The tom however does still have some pride, so he tries to keep his fluffy, brown ticked tabby pelt clean even if he can’t see nearly as well as he used to. He doesn’t leave camp often because of his vision issues, unless he has a guide. He also often mistakes cats, despite their smell, for their ancestors he knew. Sometimes Cedarpelt loses himself and gets lost in memories, muttering to himself and pacing. For the most part, however, he just tries to pass down positive stories or fables to apprentices and kits as to not scare them and to try to keep the past in the past where it belongs.
collided
Elder.
Cedarpelt is usually related to other ticked tabbies in the clan, as they likely share the same purebred kittypet ancestor. Because of this, he is related to Foxfire, Windshear, and maybe possibly Rabbitblush if the ancestor was chocolate. Most of this history is lost to time and Cedarpelt counts himself lucky he never took a mate while the tyrant was in charge so he didn’t have to risk losing her or their kits. He’s always been more of a loner, but he is fond of his clanmates. (Possibility of him still finding love with an older/elder she-cat, but unlikely. Possibly asexual.)
Anything Else? Walking a Narrow Line.

Could I list sort of a intro in this style?
Name | Rank | Age | Location | Mate