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<b>ROOKCRY [written by Cleaver]</b> <br>A temperamental, rebellious confusion of pride and wrath, Rookcry’s identity is lost in her storm. Logically she understands the myriad of factors that create who she is—her turbulent background, fiery passion, mistrust of authority, and warrior spirit—but what each trait says about spiritually, their significance to her mortality and personal views, is lost on her. Indeed, she is easily offended due to her uncertainty about who she truly is and her place in the world, and often feels she can’t share those feelings with her close friends because they seem so content in their lives as warriors. Instead, she travels down a path of self-deception, stifling her desire to question her actions, ignoring her growing hesitance about violence, and convincing herself she is someone else. In many ways she sees herself as a leader: a lone wolf, but an idol, and that other cats would be disappointed in her if she relented her tireless pursuit of the clan’s goals or mislead any young cats that tried to follow her. Her misgivings about her personal morality weigh heavily upon her, but in the service of her clan, she feels forced to continue: to be as fierce, unyielding, crafty, and efficient as can be, to drive off every enemy and stake out their settlements and do everything in her power to ensure the safety and security of their borders. These exhaustive measures are what she feels are necessary, to be any softer would let everyone else down... and she desperately seeks the approval of others. She refuses to admit that, just as she is blind to the fact that is she not a leader or on a pedestal and she can relax and be a normal warrior if she do wishes. It doesn’t help that she is too mistrusting of authority and rebellious by nature to get along without being in charge. While those officially in power — her leader, her deputy — earn her respect, any others — patrol leaders — often find they have to contend with her headstrong personality or else ignore her entirely. She is hard to control and resents being told what to do. Rookcry is not the type to sit at the back of the group and scowl at her enemy, either: she’s up on the front lines, every order met with a sarcastic rebuttal or witty quip. In general sarcasm is her first defense mechanism and her most utilized any time she is pushed into uncomfortable territory. She doesn’t like to speak of her feelings (despite a need to share; she fears judgement from the cats she seeks approval from) or of her past (though it is not too extraordinary) and laughs away prying eyes. Her lack of appreciation for leadership and group dynamics make it difficult for her to fit in sometimes, and she often starts petty squabbles or sets off on her own, and lies to herself to say she prefers it that way. Rookcry doesn’t really like being on her own, though, because her thoughts always return to her inner turmoil, and she hates that. She doesn’t like to question if she is a moral cat that will go to StarClan or feel guilt over the blood in her paws; she shines from imagining how her life could improve; she is enticed and confounded by religion and wishes to explore it more. When alone, to avoid these thoughts, she often becomes reckless and endangers her own life doing so. Luckily, Rookcry is good at finding friends, strong and admirably loyal cats that stick by her side through thick and thin. She trusts them to have her back, even if she won’t always admit her feelings to them, and is generally forgiving of their past and faults (she’s hardly one to judge). Her only qualms are when her friends cross a line, and she isn’t afraid to drag them back into the right, though she isn’t a snitch and refuses to sell anyone out. Rookcry hates grey areas, especially the ones she dwells in, and is generally a poor and impulsive decision maker. She was born and raised in NightClan before she moved to her new home in WaterClan, and rarely speaks of that sudden choice or her life before. Her parents were old when they have birth to her and her sister, and died off while she was still young; her sister was trapped in a mudslide and asphyxiated. It was Rosepaw’s mentor who ordered her to investigate what became the fatal mudslide, and Rookcry assumes it was from him that she learned to mistrust authority. Other than that she finds little value in dwelling in the past and prefers to put that violence behind her in favor of seeking a more peaceful future. Rookcry is infertile. She’s a young, slightly undersized slender brown tabby with a light underside and paws and soft green eyes lined from spending so much time scowling rebelliously or at the stupidity of others.
Gucci Gucci is a tom who knows what he wants from life. A descendant of Vera, and son of Daedric and Arete, Gucci grew up in a big litter with a fairly good family life. He didn't taste hardship as a kit and he has no desire to now. He's rather hedonistic, simply seeking out the easiest and more amusing paths in life. Work is a bore for him, words like 'duty' and 'responsibility' leaving a bad taste on his tongue. Gucci instead prefers play, sleep, food, and fun. He can be incredibly innovative and clever when it comes to getting what he wants, but it's a rare day when that skill is used for the good of anyone other than himself. He's a great conversationalist, and enjoys talking with other cats, but he easily rubs others the wrong way when they realize he wants nothing more than to lay around in the sun all day. He's an attractive tom, with a silver Bengal pelt and icy blue eyes, with a medium frame. He's neither fit nor fat, treading the middle ground of the easy life.
Umbramoon [written by fearful] Umbramoon is a small tabby she-cat with bright teal eyes. She has a very happy spirit and a very open mind. She loves just about everyone, unless you do something very terrible to her. And even then, she will most likely forgive you. She's very attentive, and oftentimes when others gloss over small details, she finds them the most important. Despite her bright attitude, she is very timid around large groups of cats, so meetings are usually nightmares for her. She is most comfortable honing her skills; hunting in the forest; or around other cats she is well acquaintances with, like family or friends. It's hard to scare her off, for her will is hard to break. WaterClan
Earthborne [written by fearful] Eartheborne is a young, naive female with black and white fur. Her piercing blue eyes often give away her emotion. She is sensitive, yet hardened. Loyal, yet others say she has back-stabbed them. She thrives under the moon, much like other MoonClan warriors, however, when she is in the presence of its light, she becomes a different character. Has anyone yet to see this side of her? She isn't sure. MoonClan
Heatstroke [written by fearful] "A stare that says a thousand words." Within the confines of EarthClan's borders, lies its most silent warrior - Heatstroke. Those that know him the best hardly share but a few words with him. His eyes and body language mostly speak for themselves, along with a few grunts and nods. When he does speak, words seem to flow together seamlessly: motivating others, giving commands, and taking the lead. The eldest of three, Heatstroke always had a leadership quality about him. He outgrew his litter mates faster than most, and started training to be a warrior early. In most tense situations, others looked at him to strike first. Personally, he disliked this responsibility; but after a tragic event causing him to lose his entire family, he knew that others needed to be led. Now, as EarthClan's most loyal warrior, he works every day to be the best he can be, constantly thinking of his family and how he could have done better. EarthClan
Clan: SummerClan Gender: Female Name & Bio: Cedarcloud Cedarcloud is a pale calico she-cat, her short pelt bursting with soft hues of grey, orange and white with silver/grey eyes. Cedarcloud is not much of a friendly she-cat, she mostly likes to keep to herself and be left alone which is not always what she gets. Her only comfort was the tom she had taken as her mate, his persistence to win her over had worked in the end though not long after she found out she was to have his kits her love died; she still is not certain of the full truth behind his death. Now mate-less and alone she has retreated farther into her own mind, her anger and sadness taking hold of her stronger than ever, she has only her kits now to seek comfort in knowing they will need her as much as she needs them. Cedarcloud knows her kits will be loved and they will lead lives she could only imagine and even though envy courses through her at the thought of it, she wants only for them to be happy and to live their best lives. Cedarcloud has sworn to protect her clan and her kits, she will use that as her grounding point, a way to keep her focused on life until her time comes when she will join her dead mate in the afterlife.
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Kits// Not born yet
Clan: Kittypet Gender: Tom Name & Bio: George George is a rather small light orange tom with darker orange tabby stripes that ripple along the length of his thin frame. His eyes are dark green like a fresh piece of moss that been caught in the rain. George like most kittypets lives happily with his twolegs though he knows there is a bigger world out there, sights unseen by many cats who choose to remain cooped up in their homes all day content with getting fat, but not him. George would never leave his home, but that never stops him from going on adventures; his paws get restless if he can't enjoy the outside world. His twolegs let him out during the day and by nightfall he returns home to curl up warm in his bed. The orange tabby tom is not clueless, he knows of the dangers that lay beyond the hard nests occupied by the twolegs and the other kittypets, but he would never forgive himself if he let the wonders around him remain secret to his mind. George is a carefree cat, he enjoys the warmth over the cold and you would never catch him anywhere near water. He spends his day roaming freely, hoping to meet some new cat or find some new treasure.