Bbun's Cat Log

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Character information
Name:Applekit Applepaw Applefall Applestar
Age (in moons): 48 moons
Gender:she-cat
Allegiance:MarshClan
Appearance: She is a reddish mottled tabby she-cat with two stripes from eyes to muzzle. She is large, and has a long tail. She has yellow eyes.She is quite stern and impatient. She does not tolerate kits and apprentices from getting in her way, and will usually hiss at them. Has no soft spot for males due to being more focused on being a warrior than having kits. Absolutely only cares about protecting her clanmates. She is hot-headed, and thus she sometimes gets ahead of herself.
Personality:
History: Normal, average clan life. She was born to Furzeheart and Boulderspots during a unusually warm leaf-bare along with her siblings, Morningkit, Brownkit, and Mousekit.

Soon, she and her siblings become apprentices. Her mentor is Cypressclaw, who was a strict, no-nonsense cat who shaped this rough bag of skin n' bones to what she's today. Her brother, Mousepaw started to get ill, for unknown reasons.

Shortly after she became a warrior, with the name Applefall, the newly named Mouseheart collapsed one day, and died not long after. Much to her parents and her sisters, Brownfur and Morningnose's surprise, she didn't even feel the smallest hint of remorse for the tom.

After many moons of training apprentices, she was appointed deputy by the old leader, Badgerstar. Applefall for once showed emotion, proud of her new rank. But even this didn't stop her crave of becoming the best leader the clan has ever known. Driven by self-perserverence(sp?), she eventually became leader when Badgerstar was murdered by Cloudsky, a skilled senior warrior of another clan.

Applestar went to the Moonfalls, and got her nine lives from Furzeheart, Dapplefur, Featherstar, Mistytail, Rainfur, Goldenstripe, Smallclaw, Jaggedears, Whitepelt and Palewhisker. Since then, she has ruled sternly but well in her home clan. When the darker times cames, she was well prepared. She decided to find more ways to hunt on land in MarshClan territory.

However, the many deaths that occurred during the season, including the death of her own deputy and medicine cat, left a small mark on the MarshClan leader. When the warmer season came, she said, that she would strive to be the most successful she could ever been in her life, and to help her clan survive for future generations to come.

Notes:
Asexual, Aromantic

RPer information
Name:Bbun (Beebs is a acceptable nickname though)
First language:English
Literacy level: semi-lit. I can write a decent paragraph.

[bbun]

Name:Comfreycloud

Age: 38 moons

Gender:Tom

Allegiance:SandClan, medicine cat

Appearance: Comfreycloud has an average build, but one of his paws is twisted. He has short, pale gray fur colored like ash left after a fire, and bright, orange eyes, like a golden dawn. His claws are short, his tail is long, and his legs are long.

Personality: Comfreycloud is a forgetful tom, having a bad memory. However, this does not stop him from being a decent medicine cat to his clan. He often walks to get his herbs, because he is fairly bad at running, due to his twisted foot. He loves making up riddles for the younger kits to solve, mainly to challenge their minds. However, sometimes his riddles are too easy or hard for kits to solve, so he often has trouble coming up with one, and then just decides not to even bother think of one and do his duties.

History:
Comfreycloud was born to Goldenflower and Cloudfur along with his siblings Gingerkit, Dapplekit, Cedarkit, Oddkit and Mallowkit during a harsh, cold leaf-bare. All the kits in his litter were born deformed: He himself had a twisted foot, Dapplekit had a bent tail, Mallowkit had a missing eye, Cedarkit had a stubby tail and a missing ear, and poor Oddkit was dead from the day he was born, missing two legs and an eye. Comfreykit never learned of his brother's death, and nor did his siblings.

During his kithood, his mother never really watched him, for she had gave up the nursery to be a warrior again, and thus Comfreykit was nursed by a different she-cat, Creampelt. His siblings were very adventurous, while he was sheltered by his foster mother far too often to see what experiences his siblings would have. When Creampelt was busy, however, he often spied on the previous medicine cat, Palestripe, while she sorted herbs. Fascinated by the world of herbs, he decided to ask the pale colored she-cat if he could be her next apprentice, after Darkpaw, her last apprentice, fell off a cliff. Reluctantly, she agreed.

During his time as an apprentice to Palestripe, it was not easy. With the amount of herbs and their remedies and his forgetfullness clashing, he often forgot what herb cured what. As a result, he did poorly compared to his siblings. But he knew that he could suceed, but he put in a poor effort. When Comfreypaw realized this, he focused more harder, and soon he was made as a full medicine cat under the name Comfreycloud.

His siblings, Cedartail, Mallowheart, Gingerpelt and Dapplefur all did well, but right after her warrior ceremony, a badger attack struck the clan, and poor Dapplefur lost her life during the battle. Comfreycloud was grieving for her, but his siblings didn't care for the deceased tortoiseshell, all except for Mallowheart. Surprisingly, Mallowheart died not long after Dapplefur did. However, Comfreycloud never found out about Mallowheart's death until Cloudfur, now an elder, informed him what happened. Comfreycloud was shocked, but did not grieve for his brother as much as he did for Dapplefur.

When the harsh leaf-bare came, Gingerpelt dissapeared, and Palestripe and Cloudfur died. Since then, Comfreycloud has been looking up to StarClan for a sign of a new, temporary home for his clan. However, his hope for survival grows less each day, as no signs show of a chance of a new home for his clan.

After the season had ended, it indeed took its toll; the leader and deputy had disappeared, and no signs of them were left. Comfreycloud was now very close to breaking down due to failing to save his leader and his to-be successor, but he soon realized that all of his worrying would hinder him from doing his work, and he slowly began to stop. Now, when the warmer season came, he made a riddle for the young warriors to solve every now and then, but he never forgot what happened to him that leafbare.

Newest little nervous boy .

[bbun]

Character information
Name:Whinchatfang
Age 36 moons
Gender:she-cat
Allegiance:PineClan

Appearance: Whinchatfang is a dark brown tabby she-cat with a white muzzle. She has an average build, a torn ear, and sharp, yellowing teeth. Her eyes are a bright amber, and she has a short tail.

Personality: Whinchatfang is quite sassy. Bother her? She'll snap at you and "shred you into mousemeat". She is a great problem solver, especially if it is something as "mouse-brained" as fighting over a small shrew or which warrior eats first. She has what is considered by some of the clan to have a beautiful voice. She is a superb hunter and fighter with her fangs, earning her suffix.

History: Whinchatkit was born to Darknose and Lightwhisker along with two, stillborn siblings, Goosekit and Deerkit. Darknose managed to grieve so much, that it was revealed the next day that he grieved himself to death. Lightwhisker was shocked, and thus became extra protective of her only kit. Her kithood, although usually protected by Lightwhisker, would sometimes allow bouts of adventure like "Clan" and "Prey-stone" to be played, which is quite average for a PineClan cat.

When she became an apprentice, Whinchatpaw got the harshest mentor out of all the apprentices, for she had Ashclaw as her mentor. Ashclaw was strict, snobby, and snarky. With a mentor with these negative traits showing out so much, no doubt Whinchatpaw wanted to be just like him. Soon, Whinchatpaw went from a cheeky, bouncy cat to a snarky, foul-mouthed snob who often bullied the younger apprentices. As a result of this, Lightwhisker scolded her daughter so harshsly that she tore one of her ears. Ashclaw saw what Whinchatpaw's mother had done, thinking that she was killing her own kit, and as swiftly and quietly as he could, he grabbed her by the scruff, and Whinchatpaw watched as Ashclaw sunk his teeth into her neck, a crack filling the air. Her mentor had now killed her only living relative.

Not long after the murder, Whinchatfang was made into a warrior, reowned for her excellent use of her fangs. Ashclaw had died prior to her ceremony, killed by a cat in her clan, named Sparrownose, after finding out that he killed her mother, and despite how cruel it was, the leader approved of it, angry that his clan had lost not one, but two warriors. Whinchatfang never cared about her mother's death, and when asked about it, she would just push it aside. Whinchatfang often came on patrols, and loved defending her clan. About two moons after she became a warrior, she got her first apprentice, Blizzardpaw. She trained him long and hard, and the tom managed to earn his warrior name, Blizzardclaw.

When the last deputy, Pebblefoot, got sick, she stood in as his temporary deputy. She usually did all of his work:setting scent markers, making and sending patrols, often with herself leading, and ordered hunting groups. This brown tabby, however, knew what to do with this newly acquired power:she used it to defend her clan. She often harshly scolded apprentices when they fooled off. The elders, being quite annoying to her, were often scolded by too, but she often got in trouble for this.

When Pebblefoot finally died, she took over as the new PineClan deputy. She finally got what she wanted:to be the next deputy of the clan, and to serve it well. Although Whinchatfang might seem cruel, she is an efficient and effective deputy for her clan, and would proudly serve it until if she ever made her last dying breath.

Luckily, the season had been forgiving on PineClan - Whinchatfang herself had a small case of greencough, as well as a few others, but they got better with time. Now, the she-cat thinks that time was nothing more than mere memory. She views it as a season where almost nobody had died. She believed that perhaps StarClan decided to offer mercy to PineClan, since it had that terrible sickness.

Notes:
Bisexual

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Character information
Name:Kestrelfoot

Age (in moons): 30 moons

Gender:She-cat
Allegiance:GrassClan

Appearance: Kestrelfoot is a predominantly light brown/black tortoiseshell she-cat with eyes of a green hue. Her build is rather small - she has stubby forepaws, small ears, a long tail, almond-shaped eyes, and short, thin, sleek fur. Her tortoiseshell patches are scattered around her pelt, her legs are long and slender, and she has a white muzzle that reaches barely below her eyes.

Personality: :Kestrelfoot is quite pompous, always showing off her achievements in front of others, usually those who she thinks are inferior to her. Her pride is usually the cause of her downfall; she usually boasts about her accomplishments, someone calls out one of her mistakes, and she then rants to his accuser. She is good at chasing intruders from GrassClan, often kicking at them with her hind legs, and then pushing them out. During her spare time, she likes to chase butterflies on the open field, running after them. Her notable running skill was what earned her suffix, being perhaps one of the fastest in the clan. She is protective of her kits and mate - she prefers for them to be safe, and would rather risk her life protecting them.

History: She had a relatively simple life as a clan cat. She was born to a couple, Lichenflower, a tortoiseshell she-cat, and Barleyfang, a light golden brown tom. Her siblings were Rookkit; a tom with soot-black fur, Newtkit; a she-kit with a long tortoiseshell pelt, Falconkit;a she-kit with blue-gray fur, and Lionkit; a she-kit with a golden tabby pelt. Her childhood wasn't that much different than your average warrior: She was exploring quite a bit, peeking into the dens, and often getting chased out with her siblings. She would take advice from her parents, to keep for future use. What she had not learned during this time was that Rookkit died early in infancy, because of a heart defect, before she could hear, and to this day does not know what happened to him;she believes he ran away to become a kittypet.

When she became an apprentice, she was apprenticed to a tom, one who had been calm and patient. He allowed young Kestrelpaw to show him what she had learned, and he would then point out how to improved what she had performed. As a result, she became a skilled apprentice, but she favored running after butterflies and kicking out trespassers sometimes over training. Eventually, when he felt she was ready, the tom asked the leader to grant her the warrior name she earned, and he did; she became Kestrelfoot, her surviving siblings Newtflower and Lionclaw; Falconpaw had died of an infected wound she had received while fighting some PineClan cats. As a result, Kestrelfoot distanced herself from her siblings, unable to share her feelings.

However, one day, the apprentice Snakepaw had his ceremony, and became Snakeheart. The young Kestrelfoot was attracted to the tom cat: his dark-hued stripes, the black tufts of fur that were on his ears, and his sleek black whiskers made him pop out compared to the rest of his clanmates, to her. Soon, Kestrelfoot attempted to ask him something, but because flustered, and padded away. Unable to take in the embarrassment, she spoke to him afterwards about what she had done, and he understood. The she-cat then realized she had found comfort in the tom, and began to spend more time with him. Eventually, they became mates, and soon, Kestrelfoot was pregnant.

While she spent time in the nursery, other queens comforted her and offered her advice for dealing with her kitting. The tortoiseshell heeded their words; the kits would come someday. She often told of her accomplishments, boasting them in any way she could - this annoyed some of the queens, perhaps even to their wits' end! When her water broke, she had a clean, easy, quick kitting; the medicine cat had helped her, as she spent most of it walking about, until she delivered her kits; Fallowkit, a light brown she-kit, and Jaykit, a gray-brown tom.

While the kits spend their time in the nursery, she is very protective over her mate and kits, as she does not want for them to end up like her late sister Falconpaw. Eventually, Fallowkit manages to convince her that she would be better off on her own, but she still keeps an eye on her. She often offered advice to her kits and mate - what her now-deceased parents had told her, was now passed on to another generation. She often boasted of her accomplishments - usually putting hyperbole to make the story more entertaining for her kits. The moment her kits became apprentices, she congratulated them, wishing them luck in their apprenticeship.

When the cold season had came, the pompous she-cat was now not just protective of her kin;she was protective of her whole clan. Herbs had been hard to find, and she desperately tried to locate some along with prey. Alas, she had occasionally found the mouse or the catmint stalk, but nothing else. Some of her clanmates had died during this season, and Kestrelfoot vows in the warm season to relish it as much as she can, as she knows that the cold will come again.