warrior cats
➸ Raventhorn ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 25 Moons ➸ Warrior ➸ Single
Raventhorn is a smokey-white tabby. His fur is a canvas of light Grey with a few dark brown points on the ridge of his nose and his legs. His tail is a strikingly brown that looks almost out of place from the rest of his body. Raventhorn is a sturdily built and stocky tom. He has short legs and is scarcely taller than the average clan apprentice but weighs in at an even eleven pounds. His paws are large compared to the rest of his body and he sports a round face with small ears. One of the most noticeable things about Raventhorn are his ice-blue, crossed eyes. Though these were the reason he was a little slow to develop eye-paw coordination as a kit they don't impact his daily life too much as an adult ... at least, not most of the time.
Raventhorn's personality is that of a Chipmunk. He is forever finding an endless assortment of things in the woods that he likes to keep tucked away in his secret stash outside of camp. After all one can never have too many funny looking leaves or uniquely colored stones. Much to the dismay of his denmates his nest is often a mess and piled with feathers, rocks and a whole other assortment of things that Raventhorn "Will definably need later so don't throw those out". Apart from his hunter - gatherer tendencies Raventhorn is an all around fun Tom to be with. He's always cheerful and friendly to everyone and while he would fight to help his clan he has never see much sense in it. "Why have enemies if you can have friends instead" is his motto in life. He adores the the 'kits and the 'paws of the clan likely because they have the same go-lucky attitude towards like that he does.
Raventhorn was born into the clan. He came from a litter of four and though he never met his father his mother, Foxtail, said that he looks just like him. He had a relatively normal kithood and nothing much out of the ordinary happened to him during his time spent as a 'paw though it may be worth noting that on his first day out hunting with his mentor he caught not one but two rabbits. At the end of the day when Warrior duties are done and fun is to be had one can often find Raventhorn lazing about the nursery entertaining the young kits with stories and games he himself invented.
➸ Weaselfur ➸ Tom Cat ➸ 30 Moons ➸ Medicine Cat
Weaslefur has eyes that can be best described as Newleaf Green tinged with the faintest hints of a leafbare orange. No matter how close or how far on is, the sharpest of eyes can see the muscles that stand out in Weaslefurs thin legs. Supportive of his lightly muscled body, his legs are the central of his power, used primarily for hunting, and herb seeking. His shoulders are large and powerful, matching the strength and build of his thighs and back paws. Weaslefurs pelt is a base of sandy brown covered in many fine black and grey stripes. A light grey accents his paws, tail tip, chest and muzzle with a wide dash running across the middle of his forehead. Weaslefur is missing his left ear and though his littermates teased him relentlessly for it during his kithood it is rarely commented on by other members of the clan anymore.
Weaslefur is a soft and kindhearted tom, polite and sincere, noble and protective. Being as soft and sweet as he is, Weaslefur can have his moments of harsh behavior. He stands for what he believes in, and protects all that he holds dear, most importantly the ones in the Clan he resides in. The young Tom is not keen on fighting but uses his minor fighting skills when they really need to be used. He was built for healing and hunting alone and tends to stay neutral in all discussions regarding the raising of claws. Weaslefur has a special talent for healing, so it isn't a surprise if he goes into thorough great detail of herbs and their uses when asked about them. He is an intelligent Tom and usually creates a conversation spiced with similes, metaphors and descriptive words. Weaslefur loves to learn new things and will often watch the Warriors training their apprentices so pick up on the latest battlemoves. In summation he is a very well rounded Tom, not overly spectacular but just unique enough to be the topic of conversation from time to time.
Weaslefur has lived in the clan his whole life. He has two siblings Rainfur and Beetlewing who he is fairly close to, both of his parents are with Starclan and he thinks of them still from time to time though his thoughts are mostly on another starry-pelted cat. Though relationships are strictly forbidden for Medicine cats Weaslefur has been madly in love with Snowbird, a young Starclan warrior since well into his apprenticeship. From the first day she walked in his dreams he’s been looking forward to the time that his days in the forest are over so he could finally be with her. Though he would never dare to talk of her to any-cat he spends his ideal moments deep in thought of the day he will finally be able to push his nose into her fur.
➸ Fernpaw ➸ She Cat ➸ 11 Moons ➸ Apprentice ➸ Single
Fernpaw sports a snow-white forefront that extends to not only half of her face but also onto a few choice patches on her body and hind paws. Overall she could be best described as a grey and brown tabby though her stripes are barely visible giving her a more “patched” look than anything else. Her eyes are a mesmerizing sight, yellow tinged with green and the ever faintest hint of orange. Fernpaw has a very short bobbed tail the rest of her tail is buried somewhere in the forest. As a kit her and her mischievous littermates wandered out of their mothers watchful sight and she got herself tangled in a steel trap and lost part of her tail in the process. She is alright with it though because she feels that it makes her look dangerous and unique.
Fernpaw despite looking like a friendly and easy to love she-cat is anything but. If one could only use a single word to describe this young apprentice it would be sarcastic. She isn’t at all shy about stating her opinion, no matter if it was asked for or not. Some would think this is a bad quality but Fernpaw calls it “just being honest” and afterall, isn’t honestly always the best protocol? Regardless if you don’t like her that’s not her fault and she certainly won’t pine over the loss of your friendship. Fernpaw isn’t the type of she cat you will find batting her eyes and giggling at the Tom. She has far too much respect for herself to ever do, or even think of doing, such a thing. While not outright mean Fernpaw’s bark is just as bad as her bite and it would certainly be wise to not provoke her because she won’t hesitate to bat you over the ears if she feels you are being foolish.
Fernpaw doesn’t like to speak about her past, considering it a taboo subject. Born to a litter of five and a rouge mother times weren’t easy for the little family. Her mother left her near the camp where the clan cats lived hoping they would be found when she was still very young. Her inquisitive nature proved too much for her mother and after she lost her tail to a bear trap Fernpaws mother knew that she couldn’t take care of the spirited kit. Fernpaw has been with the clan ever since and though they are welcoming of her and consider her family she still regards herself as an outsider.
➸ Adderfang ➸ Tom ➸ 32 Moons ➸ Deputy ➸ Single ➸ Earthpowers
Adderfang is a rather vain tom and goes out of his way to keep his appearance in order. Dark brown stripes accent a lighter brown undertone, mixing together in a canvas of earthen tones. Emotionless Green eyes complete this tom's face, making him the rather dashing looking fellow. His fur is thick and luscious and is kept soft by a steady regime of washing. Adderfang is of average size, nothing too large or too small and has a good amount of stamina and strength and has the experience to back him in battle. He has a deep series of scars running across his legs and the pink skin can easily be seen through his fur. Adderfang is quite the handsome fellow and he knows it hence his meticulous cleaning of his pelt. It's not for the she-cats though. It's only for himself. He only sets out to exceed his own expectations, and his appearance certainly reflects that.
Adderfang is a hard to like fellow. He borders on the antisocial side of things and has quite a few tendencies that could be considered downright sociopaths. This tom has a fine taste for violence and will never be found baking down from a fight. That being said he would never do anything to harm any of his clanmates, quite the opposite his clan is his world and he would gladly give his life to keep each and every resident of Stormclan safe, even those that he doesn't particularly like. Adderfang is a rather brave tom and certainly he has intelligence to spare. When Rowanstar chose him as the clans deputy nobody took much issue with it because one would be hard pressed to find a tom with more passion for his clan. As passionate as he is though he has quite a shortcoming when it comes to being kind or even remotely understanding of others.
Adderfang doesn't care much for the opinions of others though despite his borderline narcissism he is quite kind deep at heart. He doesn't particularly like opening up to anyone to getting to know him is rather difficult but if one takes the time to it certainly wouldn't be a waste of their time. He doesn't particularly like kits, or even apprentices for that matter, and finds both of them aggravating and tiring beyond words. Not surprisingly Adderfang has a short temper and it doesn't take a lot to get him angry and frustrated. Anger just happens to be one of the only emotions he ever shows apart from utter disdain. While he is an intelligent tom, Adderfang also can be quite idiotic in the matters of love and social interaction. His mother wasn't exactly a loving cat so he never had much practice to become friendly. Instead of "sugar-coating" a matter, he will bluntly tell it, not that he does often. Adderfang is often kept from being the bearer of bad news because he tends to make it worse.
➸ Otterpaw ➸ She Cat ➸ 8 Moons ➸ Apprentice ➸ Single ➸ Earthpowers
Otterpaw was born in the middle of a harsh leaf-bare, and is the only survivor of a litter of three. Due to her early birth, she will most likely always be small-framed and lithe, a form which compliments her bright green eyes. She has a curious pelt, with the main color being predominantly a white with overlaying patches of black, brown and orange. Due to this, many cats debated as to what power the young cat would grow up to, and she surprised quite a few Clanmates when she began discovering her element. Or rather elements as it were. Otterpaw holds the powers of fire, shadow and air in her paws.
That isn't the only trait that had puzzled her Clanmates before. From the moment Otterpaw discovered her power, she had always demonstrated an exceptional ability to smolder the grass around herself when in a foul mood. She struggles in other aspects that cats with her power should have, such as being able to levitate rocks. “Reserved, a trifle shy, yet feisty when provoked" will probably be a very suitable description befitting this young apprentice. Indeed, Otterpaw is a bit of an introvert when it comes to socializing, but she is still a very friendly she-cat who adores having fun and enjoys the company of others - provided that they come in small groups, of course.