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『 albatrossdive 』
61 moons┊ ≈ ┊ tom ┊ ≈ ┊ hetero ┊ ≈ ┊deputy 

Albatrossdive looms. He is tall and composed of angles; structured with defined lines delineating a distinct boundary between where he is, and where he is not. Between what he is, and what he is not. Albatrossdive is loud, well-muscled, and jovial. He is not pretentious, fickle, nor ever on time. There is no soft fur on Albatrossdive; all the remnants of baby-fuzz have been eroded away or else were clawed off. He has an oriental build, with long limbs, large ears, and a wedge-shaped head. Albatrossdive is a pale brown-gray; his coat is like a tennis ball insofar that some people may perceive him as a creamy-brown and others a warm-gray. His flanks are marbled by warm-dark-gray stripes following the classic tabby pattern. His eyes are a muted dying-grass green outlined by white rims, and his nose, brown. Albatrossdive is tenacious and driven. He was neither expecting to be named deputy nor surprised by the choice. He is a good warrior. He is ambitious. He is level-headed, optimistic, and willing to tread the fine line to try and mediate towards peace. Albatrossdive could be called, “stupid good”, because he is so determined to find the best in others that he will devise all-sorts of post-hoc explanations for others moral violations. His desire to find a silver-lining is near pathological. This is not to say that he is not serious, or averse to giving out punishments, but he is, to a fault, forgiving. He tries to see the cat beyond simply the behavior. Albatrossdive strives for empathy. This nature shines through in battles. Albatrossdive is honorable. He has never killed. He tries to disable his opponents while hurting them as little as possible He has come out with more scars because of this. He is missing a tip of his right ear; his face is bisected by a scar that stretches from under one eye across his nose. Though level-headed and slow-to-anger, when Albatrossdive snaps he snaps hard. This can cause... problems.Because he is inclined to explain away others behavior, he often unintentionally invalidates those who have been hurt or victimized and can be oblivious to how his actions affect others, acting as if others know his intentions and will assume the best in him. This lead him to gain notoriety as a bit of a player when he was younger, when what he thought was harmless flirting was him leading people on and then never giving them closure. Suffice to say, Albatrossdive has a mixed reputation, though no one can deny that he is a good warrior and loyal to his clan. Though, he places little stock in StarClan or tradition. Albatrossdive also makes dad jokes a lot. Albatrossdive was the brother of Sheerwater, who recently died in a random accident, and the uncle of Dovepaw. 

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『 plumeriabreeze 』
47 moons┊ ≈ ┊ she-cat┊ ≈ ┊ bi ┊ ≈ ┊collector

Plumeriabreeze is daybreak; though the metaphor may seem overly romantic, and perhaps it is, it is apt to describe her appearance. Plum is a soft-framed black she-cat with a streak of white (like light bleeding over the horizon) rising from her underbelly, collaring her neck, and shining onto her chin. It ends in a flash of white veering to one side of her nose. Plum’s eyes are a pale green; the sort of green a tom might sit on the dock of her pink nose and wait to catch a glimpse of. Green light. Blink blink. How alluring. In personality, Plum is Daisy Buchannan saying, “that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool” manifest into molly. She is jaded in the way that many mollies are after experiencing too much world. She is brimming with generalized mistrust. This disenchantment engendered a strong maternal instinct in Plum. She has positioned herself as the mother-of-all-mothers, which is to say, she thinks of every cat younger than her as her pseudo-child and wants to protect them. To shield them. She’s the mom friend. She’s making sure that you’ve eaten today. She tries not to be annoying about it, but she probably is. It comes from a place of love. As a collector, and as a literal mother, Plum has found many outlets for her tendency to nurture. In her other facets, Plum is soft-spoken and often reserved; she hangs back in conversations unless she senses injustice, in which case she believes there is a moral imperative to act. She is not particularly witty, or brave, or bold. She is a poor fighter. She is made of downy feathers. Her strength comes from love and her strong faith in Starclan and their guidance. Plumeriabreeze is the mother of Reefpaw, Sharkpaw, and Pearlpaw. Her sister, Lilycloud, drowned when they were apprentices. 

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『 tallfin 』
38 moons┊ ≈ ┊ tom ┊ ≈ ┊ oof, even he doesn't know┊ ≈ ┊hunter

Is that a rock? – oh wait, no, it’s just Tallfin. Spot the difference. It’s tricky. Tallfin is a tall, slender silver and white tom-cat with angular features and up-turned pale green eyes. He is long-legged and foxy in appearance, with a brush-tail and thin medium-length fur. The base of his coat is a light silver with defined dark-gray-almost-black marbled stripes; marble white spots are carved out across his face, over his muzzle, around his neck and back, and then across his front two legs. His entire tail is, distinctly, also white. Tallfin tends to hold himself with practiced poise, as if feigning at royalty. He is elegant. He is pretentious. His nose is a soft pink. Tallfin is a drawn out instrumental opening to a song; when the lyrics hit, it catches you off guard even though you were waiting for them. When Tallfin speaks out, it catches you off guard. His opinion is generally respected, given that he is the stoic, intelligent, and well-spoken brother-of-the-leader. Tallfin and Seagullstar are alike in many ways; they are both pensive, drifting between being-present and in-thought, and even-tempered. Tallfin is not as selfless as his brother, though. He wrestles with himself often. Not with second-guesses or insecurity, but about which path he ought to tread. Perhaps, in another life, Tallfin would have made a good philosopher. He thinks too big too much. He is weighing everything at once. Tallfin’s introspective nature is often read as aloof, unapproachable, and dreamy. He finds it difficult to make friends, and struggles with small-talk. Compounding this, his tendency to question everything often causes strife; Tallfin questions the morality of StarClan, he pushes back, he will point out the holes in your argument with dog-tooth padding. He himself is morally ambiguous. Tallfin seeks excellence and truth. He is led by his head more than his heart, although he has a soft-spot for kits and his siblings. Tallfin is a good hunter but struggles with overthinking in battle (he cannot just act), making him more useful as a strategist. Tallfin is prone to depressive episodes, ‘cause cats got them mental health problems too yo. Tallfin earned his name after he stumbled upon a sailfish trapped in some netting while hunting near Rockbound bay. He alerted his clan-mates and, working together, they were able to beach the fish and bring it back to camp. Tallfin is the son of Rippleclaw and the brother of Seagullstar and Palfeather. 

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『 makojaw 』
23 moons┊ ≈ ┊ tom ┊ ≈ ┊ bi┊ ≈ ┊fisher

Makojaw is mostly muscle. He is thin and lean, with a sleek short-furred pelt. His coat is primarily white, with orange interjections across his face, over his ears, and dappling his back and tail. It’s as if someone flicked a paintbrush over him. His eyes are a deep amber, darker than the ginger of is pelt. His nose and paw-pads are a soft pink. Makojaw is confidence manifested as arrogance; he is a young prodigy sweetened with years of consistent positive affirmations. Look at Makojaw, he’s so fast. I’ve never seen a tom swim like that! He’ll be a council member, one day. Love has made him selfish. Proud. His ego was stroked into a fully-fledged superiority complex and now, if he is not the best at something, it crushes him. Makojaw is competitive to a fault. He forms rivalries easily. He is loved, but not liked; he is the sort of talented that is admired like a statue is in a museum. It is beautiful, but cold to the touch. You do not warm your bed with a marble man. Makojaw has the unfortunate habit of taking things too far. He kicked the hornet’s nest twice to see if he could. Makojaw is outspoken and, for all his faults, charming. He can carry a conversation with practically anyone. He makes himself seen. He flourishes when given the spotlight, but wilts when overlooked. The opinions of others matter deeply to him. Please don’t ignore him. He’ll do better, he’ll be the best, he is the best, he can’t not be the best. Watch him. He’ll prove it. Though Makojaw is objectively a jerk, he holds tight-and-fast to the warrior code and is obedient. He may complain about orders, but he will never outright defy them. Makojaw is an excellent fighter and swimmer, but has no aptitude for collection, and is in awe of the medicine cat because he could never be a medicine cat (he recognizes other people’s talent, as long as they are not in direct competition with him). He is open for family.

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『 mantispaw 』
11 moons┊ ≈ ┊ she-cat ┊ ≈ ┊ not-straight┊ ≈ ┊apprentice - guard

The most distinctive feature about Mantispaw is surely her eyes: they are high-point-of-the-sky blue and, juxtaposed with the milky white of her pelt, stand out like seaglass. Granted, Mantispaw as a whole stands out. Her fur is thin but longer than most of the cats in the clan, puffing out around her neck, chest, and tail. She is a diluted calico: her pelt is mostly white sans her splotched ginger-cream and brown tail, ears, and face. Mantispaw is a rather small she-cat, but does not vary enough from the average to be defined by her smallness. Conversely, her personality is by no measure small. Mantispaw is entering the scene with a bad PowerPoint effect. She stumbles over an, “am I doing this right?” and then stumbles over the podium. She’s on the floor. She’s continuing with the presentation while on the floor. Of course, since Mantispaw is a feral cat and has no concept of technology or PowerPoint or podiums, this scenario is obviously hypothetical, but it still manages to grasp at the essence of her. Mantispaw is trying very hard at a lot of things all at once. She is trying to be pretty, to be witty, to be a good warrior, apprentice, friend; to be honeysuckle and sunshine and seen. Mantispaw is sitting in front of all the apprentices at training with her tail high in the air, begging someone to pick her, to look at her, to tell her that she is doing great and that they are proud of her. She is enthusiastic to a fault. This desperate grasp towards being something leads her towards a general niceness; Mantispaw wants to be loved, and so she will do and say whatever she believes will elevate her social status. She is a flirt. She’s a joker. She is kind, most of the time. She tries to act like she is not trying as hard is she is, but her capacity for yearning is hard to paint over. It’s that acne bump that n-many layers of foundation still fail to conceal. It’s insecurity's last, “gotcha”, and she’s trying to play it off. Please tell her she’s doing a good job at it. Mantispaw is the only child of two dead cats. 

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『 dovepaw 』
8 moons┊ ≈ ┊ tom ┊ ≈ ┊ he's mean┊ ≈ ┊apprentice - fisher

Dovepaw is not dainty. Stop calling him that. He’s not pretty, he’s fierce. He’s hissing at you right now to prove it. Look at him, baring his wee little claws. His paws are white, aren’t they so cute? His big ol’ blue eyes give him a perpetual babyface; he’s kind of beautiful like that. Dovepaw was a sickly kit. His uncle, Albatrossdive, jokes that Coralshine is his second mother. Though Dovepaw is in good healthy now, he is still small and scrawny, his petal-soft pelt covering a perpetually bony frame. Dovepaw is a smudgy gray color following, at base, a pseudo-sealpoint pattern; his pelt is dappled with lighter and darker hues, adding noise to his complexion. His underbelly fades into a cream color. His chin and paws are white to varying extents. Dovepaw is feral. More than just in the literal sense, that he is a feral cat, Dovepaw is back-arched, easily-offended, huffy, impolite, and just plain ol’ mean. Dovepaw can be diluted down to overcompensation. He doesn’t want to be pitied or seen as weak, and so he won’t let you get close enough to glimpse his underbelly. He plays up his talents until they appear character flaws. He’s smart, and he makes sure you know it. He’s quick, and he makes sure you know it. Don’t you dare try and compliment him though, or he’ll assume you’re pandering. Poor little Dovepaw, you’re such a good warrior sweetie mmhmmm how precious. Shut up. Half the words out of Dovepaw’s mouth are curses. Pay attention to him. Leave him alone. What do you want, Dovepaw? What do you want? Dovepaw is headstrong and ambitious; he wants to be recognized on his own merit, and not out of pity. He is smart: his intuitions are often correct, he’s quick-witted, and excels at creative problem-solving. If only he weren’t so rude about it, though. He’s the type of cat to not back down in an argument even if his argument has been filleted and roasted. Dovepaw has a strained relationship with his family. His mother, Sheerwater, babied him and he pushed her away, and they never reconciled before her untimely death. His uncle is Albatrossdive, and his sister is Frigatepaw (open). 

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『 wrasseslip 』
112 moons┊ ≈ ┊ tom ┊ ≈ ┊ hetero ┊ ≈ ┊elder

Wrasseslip is an elderly solid-gray tom who retains his stocky, soft-edged build even though he has grown gaunt with age. He is of about average size, with large paws, thick fur, and only half-a-tail after a particularly nasty incident with a fox when he was young. His eyes are a pale green, flecked with hazel near the iris. Wrasseslip is on average kind, optimistic, and the kind of tom who will go to any lengths for his family. While he was more serious as a young warrior, with a temper that earned him the nickname “wrathful wrasse”, he has grown soft and spiritual with age. Death sobered him. The loss of both his mate and his son weigh heavy upon him, and he reoriented his life’s purpose to protect and provide for his family, rather than pursuing his ambitions for his own sake. After the death of his mate, Wrasseslip almost gave up being a warrior. He actually begged the medicine-cat to let him train under her. Just so he could be helpful. He was tired of violence. Of pain. Of course, she said no, but he still pursued peace and wisdom on his own. Wrasseslip now has the character of an eccentric grandfather. His grandkits are his pride and joy, and even though he is old and arthritic, he will drag his bones out of his nest until the day he can no longer walk if they ever need him. Wrasseslip is the former mate of Floatingpetal (deceased), father of Bluewave and Driftdune (deceased), and grandfather of Jagguarpaw, Dunepaw, Chiapaw, and Berrypaw. 

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