Gonna base all four of these from lifegen cats! I haven't gotten to see a lot of lifegen specific traits and skills, so I think this will be a great way to mix it up~ I've been doing a LOT of these on the tumblr ask, probably 2-3 a day =o
sharptail Brightmouse (she/her) is a long-furred blue tabby molly with green eyes. Her light fur is crossed with a trio of tabby stripes across her back. Her tail is ringed. A ring of grey marks wraps around her neck like a collar, reaching over her head to branch into more tabby markings across her face and covering the backs of her ears in dark grey. An atypical swirling pattern marks her right hip. Brightmouse is very short. Her long fur is thickest around her neck, chest and stomach, and she has drooping, tufted cheeks. Her paw pads are dark and firm, allowing to walk across even the toughest and hottest of surfaces.
Brightmouse is a careful molly. Perhaps it was inevitable she'd end up as such, being so short; she isn't very strong and needs to use her wits to keep out of trouble. She is the best tracker in the Clan with a sharp nose, a good eye for patterns, and exceptional knowledge of animal tracks and trails. Brightmouse has a soft, calming voice and a motherly aura, despite never having had any kits herself, and is a cat others naturally turn to for emotional support. She is the Clan's deputy, though she has only recently taken the position, and balances out her more temperamental leader with her words of caution and her natural skill of making others feel better.
Ivyfalcon Blossomtwirl (she/her) is a chocolate tabby molly with dark green eyes. Her coffee colored tabby markings are broken in places, giving her an almost spotted or speckled appearance rather than striped. The speckling is particularly prominent around her neck, appearing almost like a necklace of flowers, which gave her the name of Blossomkit when a rogue abandoned her at the Clan's doorstep at three moons old. Blossomtwirl is long-limbed and exceptionally thin. Her dark green eyes have sparks of yellow and blue at the bottom rim.
Blossomtwirl is sneaky. She's honed this skill through practice, as she's also a kleptomaniac: anything her Clanmates value, Blossomtwirl itches to get her paws on and make it hers. She is wildly possessive of her stolen goods and though some cats may suspect her, she's never been caught red-pawed...yet. Her light paws and ability to disappear even in plain sight are unparalleled and Blossomtwirl is confident that she could steal anything from any cat at any time and get away with it. She has a great head for directions and can find her way back to any place she's been before. She's one of the Clan's trained mediators, but unlike her mentor, Blossomtwirl doesn't mediate between Clanmates and only uses her training to negotiate with rogues, loners and outsiders, hoping one day to find her mother. The rest of the time, she patrols as a warrior... though she's not very good at her job and spends most of the time she's expected to be hunting in her treasure den, admiring her stolen goods.
stormshade1 Brackensnarl (she/her) is a long-furred cream smoke molly with copper eyes. Her fur is a brilliant golden orange on her cheek tufs, spine and tail, a color that fades to a paler, flaxen cream where her fur is shorter, and fades further to an eggshell white on her stomach, chest and paws. The gradient is even, her colors fading together seamlessly. Her copper eyes are always shadowed and sunken. Her face is fluffy, but her muzzle is narrow and sharp, as are her ears. She has a muscular build with strong front legs. Small scars litter her body, but are carefully hidden beneath her long fur.
Brackensnarl is curious to a fault. She's constantly breaking rules, borders, and boundaries to sate her thirst for knowledge and won't stop pushing until she has answers. Her habit of pushing too far makes it hard for her to make and keep friendships, but her roguish and brazen attitude makes her popular with the apprentices and younger warriors. Brackensnarl's curiosity led her paws to the Dark Forest, where she's been training ever since she was a young apprentice. She's a dream walker and accidentally snuck in on her mentor's tail while following him through a dream. But she didn't shy away from the moonlit forest and returns often on her own--to train, sometimes, but also to gather information from the Dark Forest cats, as they are more willing to share knowledge that StarClan members don't want living Clan cats to know.
Moonblazer Lilacleaf (he/him) is a medium-furred blue rosetted tabby tom with heterochromatic eyes. His base coat does appear blue: a gunmetal grey with cool tones. Pale bulls-eyes mark his flanks, with mid-toned centers. His tail and legs are ringed with dark and light greys and his front left paw has a white boot. His tail droops with long fur and longer fur lines the backs of his long legs. His ears are tufted. His eyes are mixed: the left a pale orange with a pair of yellow rings around the iris, the right a dark, stormy blue. He has a scar on the left side of his neck, starting at the crook of his throat and wrapping around the left side of his head behind his left ear. Lilacleaf is a tall tom with long legs, tall ears, and delicate shoulders.
The first and only thing one should know about Lilacleaf is that his words are always told from the heart. This doesn't mean what he says is always true--sometimes, the most honest thing he can tell is a lie. You see, Lilacleaf is excellent at soothing a cat's fears: he sincerely wants to help, and he often knows exactly what a cat needs to hear to calm themself down. He's free with compliments and kind words, trying to make every cat's day better with his presence. And he truly, honestly does want to be a good cat. It's not for himself, or to make his image good. He's not being fake. But despite this, no cat really ever knows Lilacleaf. His words are simply what a cat needs to hear, not what he actually thinks. Does he even know himself, buried beneath the compliments and the soothing words? A cat's heart is their core, and he knows in his heart that he likes the cat he is, even if that cat is a lie.
