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Firesky is a pretty orange and white she-cat with long wispy fur. Her eyes are a light sky blue. Her orange coat has a light cream under layer that melds and flows with her darker outer coat like dancing flames. The white of her chest and neck stand out against her warm colored coat and a splash of white adorns her lovely face. Firesky might look soft on the outside, but her troubled upbringing has hardened her and she keeps her guard up almost constantly. She was orphaned to her knowledge, growing up with no family of her own in Fallclan. The clan prided itself on their strong family connections, something Firesky didn’t have, and she harbors a secret resentment because of it. She usually comes off as stoic and guarded, her vulnerable nature hidden well. She possesses a fierce determination however, steadfast in her goal to be a successful warrior, even without a strong family connection.
Firesky
Basic Information
Clan: Fallclan Age: 18 Moons Gender: She-cat Rank: Warrior Parents: Unknown to her
Stormkit is a wispy little thing as of now. A she-cat kit two moons old, her dark gray coat is accented by a lighter gray, almost melting into the darker tone like smoke, or more aptly, storm clouds. Her coat isn’t quite sleek enough to be considered shorthaired, but it’s also not fluffy enough to be considered longhair. Only time will tell how her downy kitten coat will develop. Her eyes are a light yellow-green that shine bright with her curiosity and determination. She loves stalking through the shadows along the soft floor in the nursery. Her ears are just a bit large compared to the rest of her, and the other kits will sometimes tease her about them. Her mother always tells her that the other kits are just jealous as Stormkit will have the best ears for locating hiding prey scuttling through the darkness. She wishes with her whole heart that one day she’ll grow into her ears. Stormkit typically ignores the other kits with their jeering comments, usually preferring to pounce and play by herself or with her mother’s tail. She sends haughty looks to the other kits when she catches their snippets of conversations, especially if she hears mention of her name. She’ll never admit it, her pride already strong at her young age, but she gets lonely playing by herself.
Everything comes effortlessly in life when you’re easy on the eyes. At least that’s how it had always been for Fawn, a beautiful snow mink bengal, her light cream coat accented with cinnamon and brown stripes and rosettes, with mesmerizing green eyes. She lived a comfortable kitty-pet life, never having to worry about anything. Her twolegs traveled a lot in their RV, bringing their beautiful Fawn along with them. One fateful day her twolegs stopped to rest on their travels and failed to fully close a window in the RV. An inquisitive Fawn poked her head out and spotted a nearby blue bird. Curiosity got the best of her and she hopped out the window and took off after the fluttering bird. Before long she found herself in the middle of a forest, frightened and alone now that her focus had shifted from the bird to her surroundings. She was unable to find her way back to her twolegs. Fawn spent nearly six moons struggling alone, traveling the forest before her luck would change. She stumbled upon a Fallclan patrol who escorted her back to their camp. After eight more moons she had grown accustomed to clan life and she was given her warrior name, Fawnblossom. Her pampered start to life still lingered however. With her cheeky attitude she can easily come across as conceited and pretentious.
Hawkstorm is a handsome reddish brown tom, the ends of his fur tipped with a darker brown. His fur is somewhere between short and long, providing him with adequate protection from harsh weather. His eyes are a warm golden hue. He is a rogue cat, previously of Fallclan. Due to actions he claims to have no control over, he was forced to leave the clan life behind after the death of his apprentice. He had a kitty-pet mate named Paisley, a pretty orange tabby she-cat with whom he had planned to run away together. Paisley was due with kits in two weeks time when they tried to start their new life together. Tragedy struck however, the kits being born early and complications paired with an unusually cold autumn night stole Paisley and two kits from Hawkstorm. One kit had survived however, and it pained him to know that the small kit would be dead soon unless he found a suitable home for her. He was forced to bring the kit back to his old clan, heartbroken to have to leave her, but knew she wouldn’t survive otherwise. He vowed to return to the forest in the future to see his daughter again. After many moons, accustomed now to rogue life, he returned to the area, hopeful that he would someday soon meet the she-cat his daughter had hopefully grown to become.
Goldendawn and Silvernight are sisters. They are both bengals, Goldendawn a beautiful golden brown and Silvernight a gorgeous silvery white. Both sisters share a similar light blueish green eye color. The two opposites compliment each other quite nicely.
The more serious of the two, Goldendawn is level-headed and focused, a very determined cat. She is reserved, calm and collected with an understanding nature. She typically shies away from obviously dangerous situations, but she’s not one to turn down a good adventure. She is a decent fighter, but she truly shines when hunting.
Silvernight is quite the opposite from her sister. She is a happy-go-lucky cat, very out-going and tends to be easily distracted. She’s short-tempered, a “shoot first, ask questions later” type. She loves the thrill of danger and doesn’t shy away from a fight. She’s a sufficient hunter, but fighting is where she truly shines.
The two sisters had been found in the woods by a Fallclan patrol when they were just kits, barely a moon old. It isn’t known how they ended up there or what happened to their parents. Some claim that twolegs played a hand in the kits being abandoned, but it’s all speculation. Having no other family in the very family oriented Fallclan, the two sisters stuck with each other like glue. Where one sister went, the other was never too far behind. They spent their apprenticeship together under the same mentor, and they became warriors together, their silent vigil spent side by side. The two make a very effective team, both fiercely loyal to each other and their clan.
