Character Generator - RELATED TO THE NEW WEBSITE

Purdystripe: A lean, but feathery-furred, lynx point she-cat with pale blue eyes and a big notch in her left ear. She was born a indoor kittypet and spent all her kithood, and much of what would have been her apprenticeship, playing on scratch posts and whining for treats. Her twolegs decided to move to a new nest, and while in the middle of the move, Purdy was startled by the neighbors dog and took off across the thunderpath into the nearby wild fields. She got hopelessly lost and soon was hungry and tired. A warrior found her on the clan's territory a day later and intended to chase this pink collared kittypet away, but, after realizing she was lost and starving, offered to lead her back to the twolegplace. Along the way, the warrior caught her a mouse and talked to her about clanlife. The warrior dropped her off by the thunderpath, but when she reached her nest, she was distraught to find that her twolegs had finished moving and were gone. Thinking of the kindness the warrior had shown her and the self-reliability of clanlife, Purdy returned to the clan's territory requesting to become a warrior.

The clan leader let her join only after a trial period of several moons where she trained and had her loyalty to the code tested. She was made an official warrior after fighting off an owl that took a dive at some kits playing in the middle of camp. She is a fierce fighter and intensely protective of her new home and family. She's not as skilled a hunter, but she gets by. She thinks out of the box, which can be very helpful when the clan is in a pinch, but it has also earned her some resentment from more narrow-minded clanmates. She is neutered, so she can't bare kits, but she likes to help out in the nursery. She's outspoken about her opinions, which can isolate her sometimes, but more often than not, it has developed respect in her clanmates since they know her to be honest and sincere.

Sparklight: A short red Turkish Van tom with amber eyes and a large set of scars across his shoulders. Some cats simply have a vibrant enthusiasm for life, and Sparklight is one of them. Since he was a kit, he's charged headlong into every situation with passion and a smile, regardless of rules and common sense. He puts his whole heart into his endeavors, making him a pawful of a kit and a quick study as an apprentice. He excels in hunting and is decent swimmer. He's light on his feet and has great reaction speed, but his skills in fighting are lacking because he doesn't really have a mind for fast-paced strategy or the build to justify throwing himself into a fray without second thought. His favorite defense tactic is humor, often cracking jokes in attempt to diffuse tense situations. This has earned him a reputation in other clans as "that one weirdly friendly tom" and makes him a favored member of border patrols in his own clan. His love for his clanmates coupled with his general shortsightedness has resulted in an unintentional self-sacrificing approach to conflict. For example, he got his shoulder scar by distracting a badger away from a newly made apprentice and choosing to try and chase it off on his own instead of escaping to get back up. Backup luckily did show up, but not before Sparklight earned a long stay in the medicine cat's den. He's overall friendly and passionate, if a little lacking in the self-reflection department.

Tawnywing: A tawny Abyssinian she-cat with a white chin and sage green eyes. She was born an only kit, to an exiled clan cat and her kithood was filled with stories of powerful and skilled warriors. Her mother sounded wistful as she spun inspiring stories from her youth, but every story ended the same: Clan cats are cruel and you must run if one ever finds you. Her mother refused to tell her why she had been exiled from her clan, and her mother took the secret to her grave. After a largely nomadic youth, learning the survival skills her mother had to teach, Tawny eventually settled down in an abandoned shed on the border between a forest and a twolegplace. Tawny excelled at climbing trees and catching birds, and defended her small home from predators. About a moon into her new, uncomfortably isolated adulthood, Tawny noticed a cat in the forest spying on her. The cat kept their distance, but Tawny was curious (and lonely), so she eventually confronted them and demanded to know who they were and why they were spying on her. The cat introduced themselves with a warrior name, and a lifetime of warnings kicked in. Tawny sprinted away without hesitation and hid in her shed for two whole days. 

On the third day, Tawny was forced from her shelter by hunger and was shocked to find the warrior waiting for her with a meal. They explained they were a leader for a nearby clan and noticed her skills were remarkably similar to their own. Their curiosity was why they were watching her and hadn't meant to scare her so badly. Tawny remained skittish for a while, but the leader regularly visited her and sometimes brought clanmates, until Tawny trusted them with her history. From there, she learned her mother was exiled for taking a mate outside the clan by the clan's old leader who was especially strict when it came to the warrior code. The leader then offered Tawny a place in the clan, as she should have been born there anyway. She initially declined, feeling like it would be too big a change, but after a large thunderstorm knocked down her shed, she took it to be a sign from Starclan and accepted the invitation to be made a warrior. The adjustment to such a large community after a quiet life alone was hard, but she grew to love clanlife. She was even made deputy after the previous one retired to the elders' den. Tawnywing is naturally curious and loves to learn, but she appreciates consistency and reliability. She is an extremely hard worker and very pragmatic in most decisions, but she also believes in fate, so she'll take risks on occasion when her gut is telling her too. She's a cat of few words, but she's easy to get along with. She's got strong distaste for cruelty, cynicism, and judgmental attitudes, and she's not afraid to confront clanmates when she sees it.

Sorry, but I didn't take the first one very seriously and kept the second brief so I could focus on the third.

Wingwing: Pale grey cat with white patches on their shoulders and orange eyes. They were a bird reincarnated as a warrior and they did not live very long due to their frequent attempts to fly. A real bird brain.

Kitwish: Brown she-cat with white speckled paws, patches of red on her back, and tired yellow eyes. She belonged to a very spiritually devout clan, was named Acornfall, and was mates with the clan leader, but couldn't seem to bare kits despite how desperately she wanted some, every attempt resulting in a miscarriage or stillborn kits; a cycle that was emotionally draining for both prospective parents. She asked her mate to rename her Kitwish, hoping for Starclan to bless them with a living kit. The following pregnancy was the final attempt: she had one premature kit who lived. They named them Starkit after Starclan for blessing them. Starkit survived for six joy filled moons, but passed away silently in the night before their apprentice ceremony. Kitwish was devastated of course, but cherished the brief time Starclan had granted her with her kit and kept her new name as a way to remember her kit.

Firemist: A ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes and scars across his muzzle. He was born to a big litter and all his siblings had powerful names too; names of cats from Elders' tales and names that denoted strength. Their parents had great expectations for them all and named them accordingly. Firekit though, was not interested in vying for leaderhood, or any sort of ambition for prestige in warriorhood, much to the frustration of his parents. He didn't play hunt or battle with his siblings, instead he liked to stack leaves and pebbles into piles because it was calming. His parents would drag him away and lecture him over his empty-headedness frequently, during which Firekit either closed down to mute nodding or broke down into full on wailing. His parents were frustrated and couldn't seem to connect with him on any level. Firekit had a sister who was patient and paid attention to his moods, so they got along fine, but his other siblings were too focused on the future their parents' promised to wait for anyone lagging behind. Once, his father became so furious with Firekit's absentmindedness, he lashed out at him and the kit had to be rushed to the medicine cat with a weak coverstory about him falling into a thorn bush.

The blind clan medicine cat, Misteyes, suggested maybe he could take Firekit as an apprentice and this pleased his parents, who thought perhaps he could bring honor to their name by speaking to Starclan on behalf the clan. After beginning the apprenticeship though, it became clear that this was going to be harder than expected. Firepaw couldn't keep herb names straight or what each herb did and became easily frustrated with himself when he messed up. Starclan seemed nice, but they didn't visit him except for that first time when they approved his apprenticeship. Firepaw's apprenticeship extended far longer than the usual medicine cat apprenticeship. Eventually, through paws on application and experience, Firepaw began to connect herbs with their uses. He still couldn't get the names right, but he knew what they looked like and what they did, which was what mattered most. Over the course of his embarrassingly long apprenticeship, his parents and a couple siblings distanced themselves from him, thinking him a lost cause to their quest for glory.

Before Firepaw could be made a medicine cat properly, the clan was attacked by rogues and his mentor was killed while protecting an injured warrior. His leader named him Firemist after his mentor. He quietly did his work in his own way and proved to be extremely competent in healing despite not knowing the names for the plants or having the words to describe how they worked. One day he was trying to describe to his sister a very simple herb, one he knew she knew by name, that he needed, but he couldn't leave his patient. And as he struggled to convey it to her, Misteyes spirit appeared and reminded him gently of the plant's name. Misteyes stuck around giving Firemist advice and keeping him company, earning his an even stranger reputation for talking to his dead mentor. But in the long run, his medicine work was so consistently successful and spiritually connected (via past mentor's ghost literally sharing Starclan gossip with him) that his reputation grew bigger than any of his other family members. His father was disdainful of his odd speaking habits and reclusiveness, but his mother eventually tried to reconnect with him. This time she was the one who ended up floundering for words and eventually she awkwardly gave up on being anything more than polite acquaintances, which was fine by Firemist: he preferred his sister and his mentor's company.

Firemist trained two apprentices (one from kithood and the other an injured warrior who wanted to be helpful to the clan) and when they were trained, he requested to retire to the elders den with the permission of his sister, the new leader. That night, though not that elderly and in decent health, Firemist joined Misteyes in a walk final walk to Starclan. Several apprentices and a young warrior swear up and down they saw his ghost leaving the elders den that night, prompting a whole nother wave of ghost stories about this clan's medicine cats. And if he did stop by every now and then to give advice to his old apprentices like his mentor did for him, well, that's medicine cat business isn't it?