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good!! I take a lot of inspiration from parts of my own life, or people I meet, or characters from media. I mean, I must. I can't write about something I don't know or can't empathize with. So yeah, I try really hard on this thread to give cats with stories or flaws to work through, because sometimes that's the hardest part about making an OC. ]]

I'm back! I could use an apprentice please! Would it be possible to give you a basic description to go off of? If so here(White cat with maple red splotches and freckles. Either gender is fine)

@ yall gonna do these individually between my bulk order mk~

𝐛𝐥𝟒𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐥  I love Heatherwish so much //squishes

Heatherwish is a long-furred silver-shaded cinnamon marbled tabby molly with green eyes. Her base coat is a pale golden yellow with a silver undercoat, giving her fur a shining or shimmering quality. Her ruff and stomach are much paler, nearly silver in color, as are the tufts of fur lining the backs of her legs. Overtop the lighter gold fur are dark, solid, cinnamon markings which curve in thick swirls, reaching down from a solid line on her spine to wrap around her flanks. Her hind paws both have white boots and her tail-tip is white. She has a bright pink nose and delicate paw-pads; she struggles in rough terrain. She is short, but quicker than she appears.
Heatherwish is a wonderful advisor. She is a good listener and accurately uses her past knowledge of problems to help solve new ones. She knows the limits of her warriors exactly and will never give them a task they can't accomplish, but she does secretly try to push them past their comfort zones to learn and improve. She is level headed in times of stress and is a natural leader, stepping up and organizing even when it's hard. Heatherwish learned to project her voice and can be loud when she wants to be, but typically has a soft, gentle voice. She can be a bit of a prankster and loves trying to get away with telling ridiculous lies straight-faced, doubling down when others doubt her and dragging the bit on far too long. It brings her great joy whenever a cat plays along with her absurdities.

Brownie I love Heatherwish and Flutterpool. Flutterpool's personality and story is also so creative, and Heatherwish's design is way too pretty. I love it so much. How do you even come up with his hahaha.

Myrtleleaf one now, one later. Apprentice first

Lavenderpaw is a grey-and-cream calico molly with green eyes. Her base coat is grey with pale ginger dapples overtop. Her tail is entirely white, as are her front legs in tall socks. Her hind paws have shorter boots and white marks her muzzle and chin. She has short but fluffy and soft fur, still having kit-like tufts around her cheeks and behind her ears. She has rounded features and short legs. She is deaf on her right side after an infection as a kit.
Lavenderpaw is humble and though she has plenty of confidence in her own abilities, is shy when being praised. She'd much rather her mentor give her non-verbal affirmations. She doesn't like being in the front, but ironically is often pushed by her peers into leadership positions, as she is kind and thoughtful and will always try her best to ensure every cat in the group is comfortable in their role. She's a natural delegator and is good at matching the right cat to each task.

《🎄○●cøpper●○🎄》 he does deserve a brother. His brother is a gremlin cat tho

Ashpaw is a thin, pale grey tom with darker flecks and amber eyes. His fur is barely off-white, appearing white until he stands beside a true white-furred cat or snow, then he looks very grey in comparison. Darker teardrop-shaped flecks mark his neck, chest, shoulders and spine. He has a single darker grey marking on the top of his right ear. His fur is scruffy and untamable, always looking like he lost a battle with a thornbush. He's a skinny cat and somewhat frail-looking, though he's stronger than he first appears, it still doesn't match up to the other apprentices his age.
Ashpaw thrives on chaos. He's flitting between one thing or another, gathering trouble around him in a storm. He acts on impulse and has more energy than he knows what to do with. He talks far too fast to be comprehensible and often jumps to conclusions. He does have a strong moral compass, though, and sees the world very one-dimensionally, where there's only one correct way to move forward. That doesn't mean he's above playing pranks and causing mischief--that's practically unavoidable when Ashpaw is around--but he'll never do anything mean spirited. Ashpaw never lies and though he will try to omit the truth, he's very bad at hiding anything and has very obvious tells.

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gremlin cat. he would totally accidentally steal all the credit for everything Flamepaw does and every once in a while Flamepaw will try and show his brother something new he learned only for Ashpaw to already do it better. He's sad by this, but thinks Ashpaw is cool. He probably sticks up for him but is easily frustrated by Ashpaw playful attitude; Flamepaw is always trying to get his brother to take things seriously, but his frustration really stems from Ashpaw's ability to do things right despite not trying as hard as Flamepaw has to.

Myrtleleaf I almost forgot your meddy cat! Here he isssssss

Gentlesplash is a long-furred pale grey tom with white markings and amber eyes. His fur is a soft, light grey, the color of clouds on a winter day. White streaks paint his flanks in thin, ghostly markings. Both his cheeks have white tufts, as do the top of his ear tufts and the tufts on his paws. His amber eyes have lighter flecks. His body shape is rounded and he's quite small, with shorter legs than one might expect. Gentlesplash "tail" is extremely short, only a grey and white flare of fur at the end of his spine.
Gentlesplash has always had his life figured out. Even as a kit, he knew he wanted to be a healer and would do whatever it took to walk that path. He had a natural affinity for diagnosing illnesses and though herblore came slower to him, he pushed forward resolutely, practicing every day. That's Gentlesplash's solution to everything, really: he doesn't go about anything with gusto, but a calm, gentle and ultimately inevitable slow push forward. Like a lake that knows it will eventually erode the rock, Gentlesplash's patience is legendary. He's not one to lose his head and even in the middle of battle, his calm demeanor helps others relax in his care.

《🎄○●cøpper●○🎄》 Whistle- always feels like a light grey cat prefix to me so I am breaking that trend mk

Whistlefern is a cinnamon molly with pale marbled tabby markings and green eyes. Her honey-brown fur has desaturated markings that drip from her spine, following thicker lines that make it to the fronts of all her legs and flicking back like streaks of water after rain. White boots trail up the back her legs, fading into the brown. She has a white chest, stomach and muzzle, with white flecks around her cheeks and neck. Her green eyes are darker on the tops than the bottoms, giving her an intense expression. Her tail has a tufted tail-tip.
Whistlefern is always smiling. She believes that a positive outlook is half the battle and that optimism shouldn't be discarded the moment it's inconvenient, that finding the good even when it's hard is the most rewarding. Because of this, she can sometimes be easy to take advantage of, as she tries her best to give every cat the benefit of the doubt and second chances if they apologize, even if they aren't always sincere. Sill, even if she's burned time and time again, she'll never stop extending her trust: some day, a cat might need it.

《🎄○●cøpper●○🎄》 I love you but Egg- is the absolute WORST prefix it makes me ill /hj

Eggwobble is a fluffy white tom with pale grey tail, ears, and paws and dark green eyes. His white fur is stunningly white, more white than even freshly fallen snow, and while it's short, is fine and silky soft. He has a small pink nose and a large scar across the right side of his head that lacks fur. A rather chubby cat, he's large but little of his size is muscle and he lacks stamina, struggling to keep up even on walks across the territory.
Eggwobble tries his best to fit in with the Clan. He's better at mediating and his main (self-assigned) duty is holding messages for when cats return from patrol. He isn't very good around kits and is terrified of being responsible over them, so while he can help entertain them, he won't do so alone. He is fairly good at helping the healers sort herbs if they ask, as he can memorize things quickly. He does try to learn to hunt and fight, but after several long moons as an "apprentice" he still hasn't picked up many skills and most of the Clan has stopped trying to teach him, and Eggwobble stopped trying to learn.
Once a kittypet, Eggwobble's home city was decimated by a hurricane. He was swept far away by the flood water and miraculously survived, dropped on the Clan's territory by the bloated river with a nasty, infected cut on his head. He spent many moons recovering but survived. He feels some obligation to the cats that saved his life and kinship with a few close friends he made while he was injured, a close tie he never had cooped up in his house before. When he first woke, he assumed he would make his way back to his family as soon as he was able, but now he's not so sure what his path in life is meant to be.

He was named in jest, as his head injury was swollen like an egg on his skull and for a while he was dizzy and uncoordinated due to the head injury. As he wasn't lucid enough to give a name, the Clan cats teasingly called him "Eggwobble" and the name stuck.

Hi!

ayo that's more like it (;
imma be honest it felt like a week since I did one of these, i was super surprised that it was only two days ago ;-;
both of you have punk-esque loners

Slightdapple (bro I love her so much aaaaaah)

Gris is a long-legged white molly with grey markings and amber eyes. A pair of grey stripes meet in a deep vee on her chest, looping over her shoulders and trailing down her flanks like ribbons. The right stripe winds down her hind right leg, wrapping tighter and tighter until it makes a boot at her foot. The left stripe spins around her tail, banding it with grey rings. Darker grey mottles her neck and back under the pair of stripes, with darker and lighter shades melding into one another. Her left eye is notably flecked with gold on the bottom half, making it sparkle, unlike her flat right eye. She sometimes wears a gold ribbon around her neck that has red roses embroidered on the hems. Her long-legged frame makes her an excellent sprinter.
Gris knows when to quit. She's calculating and never takes a risk that isn't worth the reward. She's fairly selfish and will go back on her word or break her promises if keeping them is too great of a commitment; it takes a lot for a cat to earn Gris's trust or loyalty. She's always been a lone wolf type, content to make it on her own, and takes great pride in her eclectic assortment of skills and tricks she's learned from her travels. Gris is a practical molly, she will use any edge she can find to make her life easier and will mooch off humans or other cats without a second thought if she thinks she can get away with it. Gris often picks fights with other cats for the sole purpose of analyzing their fighting technique and learning new tricks from them; because of this, she fights with a wide range of styles and can fight her way out of any trouble she digs herself into.


《🎄○●cøpper●○🎄》 cat cat!

Jules is a large, battle scarred white tom with cinnamon flecks and yellow eyes. His cinnamon markings are hardly visible anymore: once plentiful over his muzzle and paws, that fur is starting to go grey and the flecks have faded over time. His most visible scar starts below his left eye and tracks all the way down his throat to part his chest fur in an almost star-shaped pattern where the scar tissue of a deep puncture wound lies. Smaller scars paint his white pelt like tabby stripes of their own, evidence of his position as leader of a pack of rogues back in his prime.
He's past that now. Retired, he says, and far from the streets he once ruled. His bulk is mostly a consequence of his lifestyle rather than muscle he works to keep up, but Jules hasn't lost any of his fighting instincts even if his ambition has cooled. Not that any cat is stupid enough to pick a fight with him; he might lounge all his days away in the sun, making jokes and spreading gossip, friendly as can be, but any cat that tries to poke him might see the chip of ice in his eye, a cold heartlessness that belies his warm demeanor.
Now, Jules is somewhat of an information dealer. He loves to gossip and somehow has his ear in everything there is to know about everyone that is interesting to know about. If you need information, Jules is your cat. He loves to play, though, especially when he knows a cat is desperate for the knowledge, and will ask for some equally juicy gossip to trade.

Ooh, I love her! Tysm!!!

Ravenblossom