Leah's Cats

[Leah]

Hazelpaw
11 Moons
Molly
PineClan
Apprentice
To be Hazelclaw

Mentor
Morningfang

Appearance
Hazelpaw is a dark tawny tabby cat with small white patches, paws, and tail-tip and a lightly-colored belly. Her coat is soft and short-furred, and her stripes are a thick, dark brown. Her eyes are a pale fern green, and she has big ears and a short tail. Her height and build are no larger than average.

Personality
Hazelpaw is very opinionated; bossy to everyone and biased to her mentors' thoughts. She dislikes any younger cat who is disrespectful to their mentors. The wild and social butterfly, she is playful and talkative. She is enthusiastic about what she does, and is always excited to train. Hazelpaw is strong, and enjoys the exhilaration of battle, but cowardice and fear of death overshadows her passion. She is quite lazy, occasionally childish and irresponsible. She is annoying and stubborn, but her outspoken and imaginative behaviors leave a mark on others. She can be helpful and friendly if not irrational and obnoxious.

Skills
Hazelpaw is excellently skilled in fighting, though she enjoys hunting even more. She has poor memory when it comes to scents; she is not the first apprentice to be brought on a border patrol. She cannot swim but she has great stamina, able to quickly reach her destination if she weren't so clumsy. She is easily knocked down, but her agility makes her quite a force.

History
Hazelpaw grew up with only one sister, Tawnykit, the two born to parents Brambleheart and Voleflower. She was always a bully to her smaller sibling, acting like the was better because she was stronger and more respectful. She felt like she had a connection to StarClan, and the Elders' tales only reinforced this belief. She considered the path of the Medicine Cat to be closer to her ancestors, especially when her father died. However, she became afraid to have a powerful burden placed on her shoulder, especially since she became afraid of death. She had her Apprentice Ceremony and was to be trained by PineClan's great Warrior, Morningfang, and her sister became Tawnypaw to be mentored by another cat. She took quickly to her new mentor despite their rather opposing personalities, and begin to feel like his word was final. Shortly after her apprentice ceremony she broke the Warrior Code twice; once eating her prey on the hunt and a second time not feeding her catch to the kits as she was told. She became depressed when she lost both Voleflower and Tawnypaw to the harsh Leaf-bare. With Morningfang's encouragement she stayed strong throughout the remainder of the Season.

She got in many moons of training since then, becoming more eager as her training nears its close. She understood that she had an affinity for fighting and became more focused on her incredible talents. She became more respectful over the moons, mostly due to Morningfang's lectures and even broadened her views to other opinions than just her own or Morningfang's. In Greenleaf, she along with her mentor and deputy found a pregnant Kittypet and helped her adapt to the Clan.

Roleplay
Hazelpaw hops when she hears her mentor's voice, calling her over to begin training. She stretches out her legs, sore and tired from resting on the grass near the apprentice den. "I'm coming!" she yells back, burying the tiny bones from the leftover mouse she had eaten moments ago. "I wanted something better than a mouse," she sighs to herself; there is no other cat nearby to hear her complaint. She bounds over to Morningfang with no care in her step, excited for her task today. Unless she has to do something she despises, like collecting moss, she's fine with whatever her mentor has for her. "What are we doing today, Morningfang?" she asks, almost too quickly for him to understand. "Is it hunting? Are we hunting today?"

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Daisyheart
37 Moons
Tom
SandClan
Warrior

Appearance
Daisyheart is a light ginger tabby with thick fur, pale stripes and almost-white paws. His eyes are an almost-goldenrod dark amber, and his nose is a pale tawny color. He has large ears and long legs, and his muzzle is very slowly greying. He is large and heavy, and his tail is large and wounded. His pelt is thick and battle-scarred.

Personality
Daisyheart is heavily opinionated and even biased. He is a strong believer that he knows right from wrong and is basically single-minded. He is very critical of others and overall faithful to his morals. He is quiet and calm, but not quite anti-social; he is a sympathetic listener. He is a hopeless romantic flirt to everyone; to the mollies moreso, but doesn't mind the occasional nice-looking tom. Daisyheart is rather unpredictable in battle, and so can be rather careless and irresponsible. He is courageous and protective, although stern and over-determined. He is secretive but wise and selfless. He is alert and friendly, but when he does speak he is typically sarcastic and humorous.

Skills
Although he enjoys fighting over any other job or activity, Daisyheart has no ability in any one skill over the other. He's best with prediction and scents but poor with planning and technique. He is not too fast or agile and typically clumsy. His high stamina and sturdiness are very impressive, but for the most part has poor memory. He earned his Warrior name Moons after his siblings did. He knows how to swim but is not particularly great at it.

History
Daisykit was born with his brothers Rosekit and Marigoldkit. Their mother did not want the kits because they were not from a wanted pregnancy, and who the father is remains unknown to this day. They were adopted by an older Queen in the nursery, who had lost the litter she had recently given birth to and was about to retire. She watched as Daisykit played many games with his brothers. They would pretend to be from Rival Clans, and play games about the old stories of what SandClan once was. They earned their apprentice -paw names, and Daisypaw was a difficult student. He wanted things to go his way, and would act lazy when they did things he did not want to do. Aside from those problems, he also had poor memory and often broke the Warrior Code. He got scents of prey and Clans mixed up all the time! Because he was lacking, his brothers earned their Warrior names Rosewhisker and Marigoldpelt three moons before he became Daisyheart. After his lesson from his apprentice days, he made a request to his Clan Leader that he not be given an apprentice anytime soon for worry of poor judgement and bad teaching. He has been in almost every battle that SandClan has seen since he became a Warrior, and has earned many scars. He lost his brother Rosewhisker in a battle against MarshClan, the same battle where his tail was heavily wounded. In the harsh Leaf-bare, which every Clan agreed hit SandClan the worst, he lost Marigoldpelt.

He spent that chilly season helping to catch prey and find herbs for his Clan. He even grew a liking to the young apprentice Bluepaw, whom he grieved over after the young cat was lost to the blizzard. SandClan lost many cats, including the Clan Leader Beetlestar. After the snow thawed, he helped his Clan to return to and rebuild their beloved home. He volunteered to stay behind during the first Gathering since the end of the season, to help the weaker cats recover.

Roleplay
From a long day patrolling, Daisyheart barely hears what another cat has said to him. He turns his head to the other Warrior, whose eyes are wide and head tilted slightly, as if in question. "Hmm? Oh, um..." he is quickly distracted by a molly walking out from her den, and his posture becomes more upright and strong to show off. The cat who had asked him the question begins to sound irritated, and asks him the question again, followed by a half-insult and a mocking snort. "Uh, yes, okay." he turns his head over to him. "Yeah, that's fine," although there's an almost sarcastic edge to his answer, insulted by the other cat's harsh tone.

[Leah]

One-ear
84 Moons
Tom
MarshClan
Elder

Former Name: Stonefur
Retired: Infected ear and burns

Appearance
One-ear has a pure grey pelt that lighter at the chest and very matted, course and dry. His fading, old blue eyes used to be a beautiful azure. His left ear is missing and his right ear is heavily burned and scarred. They used to be large and his nose used to be pink. He is a rather hefty tom, although his tail is short. His muzzle is very pale silver from age.

Personality
One-ear is the grumpiest Elder in history. He is unkind, easily annoyed, uncaring, moody and insensitive. He was always anti-social but was once generous, focused and healthy. He can be selfish but sometimes depressed, will yak on about boring subjects but occasionally about how the glory days are long gone and his friends are dead. Despite his faults, he is still very intelligent and sensible. He's even creative and authoritative. There's still a hint of his headstrong and courageous attititude in his difficult-to-intepret complaining. As a Warrior he was overall ordinary and neutral, but he has since become an odd mixture of hostility and honesty. Every cat in the Clan either hates or loves One-ear.

Skills
One-ear is highly sensitive to his surroundings and is very observant, he has learned since his deafness to read body language. He may be slow but he is sturdy, balanced and agile. As a Warrior, he loved to track and hunt, and was evenly skilled in practically everything. He used to be an excellent swimmer, as most MarshClan cats are. He was a poor fighter but excellent with strategy and would use his excellent memory to his fullest advantage whenever he could.

History
Born as Stonekit, he was the only living kit in a litter that killed his mother, Brokenfoot. He felt ignored because the cat who raised him preferred her own three kits over him. He would play on his own and wished he could age faster and leave the nursery. He got into trouble quite a few times due to boredom and impatience. When he finally reached six moons old and became Stonepaw, he became really close to his mentor Owltail. Stonepaw would watch carefully and was quite studious, looking for the smallest of details and became decently skilled in many areas. One leaf-bare, every cat in MarshClan became sick and many died. His adoptive mother, Redflower, disappeared and his adoptive siblings, Applepaw and Pearpaw, died of Greencough. Before earning his Warrior Name, his mentor died in battle and MarshClan's Leader Leopardstar took up the remaining few days of his training. He became Stonefur and became an average cat in the Clan, until he fell in love with a beautiful molly named Fognose. They had three kits named Blizzardkit, Rainkit and Hailkit. Several moons after, they became apprentices and he took one up of his own named Swiftpaw. Not long after Swiftpaw earned her Warrior name, Swiftcloud, foxes got into the camp and took one of Stonefur's ears as well as Hailpaw's life. He refused to retire for many moons, and learned how to do things without hearing. Before Rainpaw and Blizzardpaw became Rainstripe and Blizzardfang, Stonefur saved them from a fire that heavily burned his ear and killed Leopardstar and Fognose. His kits went on to live their lives, had kits and apprentices of their own, and died as old Warriors in a raid from GrassClan. In sorrow, he stopped talking to other cats, and stays in corners in the Elders' den. Every cat he ever loved has died, and he feels like he has nothing left.

He spent the harsh Leaf-bare in his den, complaining about everything as usual. He handled the season quite well, and is now complaining. Again. As usual.

Roleplay
One-ear snorted at the apprentice who had given him damp moss. "Yeeeww young'ns 'aaav NOOOO r'spect fer yerrrrr 'lderrrs! 'y, yew ooooonly wan' t' gittit duuuuuun so yew can goooooo 'bouch'r deyyyy 'cuzyer mint'r seeeeeeeed soooooo!" he was about ready to bite off the young cat's paws, not like they're useful for anything carrying bad moss to her elder! Slowly, vaguely hearing the strong cracks of his bones as he walked, he made his way to the entrance of his den. Spotting her mentor, he said, "yerrrrrr 'prentis neeeeeeeeds t' lern howt' r'speeeeeect her eeeeeeeelders! Powin' me weeeeeet mossssss, 'y, 'f iiiiiii deeedent no yer wer a guuuuuuud 'rreeerr, iiiiiii'd thenk yer wer teeeeechen her t' bay ter'bul t' her'lllllld'rrrrrrs!" and with a spit on the ground, he backed into his den.

[Leah]

Yellowtail
46 Moons
Molly
GrassClan
Queen

Kits
Silverkit
Swankit
Lionkit

Appearance
Yellowtail is a beautiful golden cat with a pale but striking tabby pattern. She has large ears and small paws, and her belly is pale. She has short, fine hairs and a long muzzle. She has small amber eyes and a coral nose. She is average height with a light build. Her paws and tail-tip are as pale as her belly.

Personality
Strict and short-tempered, Yellowtail is quite charming although harsh and strict. She is untrusting, highly protective, and orderly. She is not gentle nor is she rough but she is thorough, creative and fair. She lacks leadership capabilities but often disagrees although her mannerisms are quite contradictory. She is very friendly, social and reliable. She loves to speak with other mollies and hates to not be chosen for a Gathering. Yellowtail is athletic, dynamic and hard-working... however, she acts quite cowardly in battle and is very quirky and fiery. She's tough and unrestrained, and is definitely not one to mess with.

Skills
Yellowtail is a very creative and intelligent molly who will combine ideas and learn from observation. She taught herself how to swim and learned how to use non-GrassClan techniques. She's a great hunter and tracker, best with understanding scents and wind. She's not too great a fighter nor does she enjoy it much. She's quick and extremely agile and graceful with excellent balance. She cannot stay active for long periods of time.

History
She was born Yellowkit with her two brothers, Palekit and Goldenkit, and her sister Greykit. Her parents were Dawnstorm and Pigeonstep. She loved to sit and watch her siblings play, and grew an interest in the Queens and raising kits. After watching younger litters she began to earn her strict and fiery personality, although she became creative as well in coming up with ways for kits to enjoy new and old games. She became quite social and friendly and even wasn't afraid to chat with GrassClan's old Leader Shadowstar. When she and her siblings became apprentices, she was saddened because she didn't have time to play with the kits anymore. Her mentor, Brownstripe, often commented on the skills of her paws, speed mixed with fantastic agility and balance. In a Leaf-bare their parents were lost and so was Goldenpaw. After those harsh moons she became Yellowtail, and her siblings became Palecloud and Greyfoot. Shortly after, in a battle near the river with SandClan, she leaped into the river to save Greyfoot's life. She kicked her legs and quickly learned how to swim, and in the following moons taught herself swimming techniques. She saw many battles and the death of her Leader, her mentor, and Palecloud. Yellowtail fell in love with a tom named Silverheart and they had a litter of kits who are now Warriors. She got pregnant again, but a surprise attack from PineClan took her mate's life. Shortly after the battle the kits were born. She named the large golden molly Lionkit, the small white tom Swankit, and the third gray kit that was the spitting image of his father, named Silverkit for his pelt and in memory of her lost mate. In the harsh Leaf-bare they were born, she adopted her sister's kits Cherrykit, Chervilkit and Mallowkit after Greyfoot died of Greencough.

After Cherrykit left the nursery, and the cold season blew over, Yellowtail was able to give undivided attention to her kits. She nearly lost her toms to the snow, and she became more protective than ever. Recently, the two kits began showing signs of sickness, and she became terrified of losing them.

Roleplay
"Stop that, Lionkit," Yellowtail almost growls at her young ginger kit. Playing with Swankit and Silverkit, she had barely touched her tiny brother. But Yellowtail fears that Swankit is sensitive, clearly he is for a small size! "Think about what you did. You could have hurt him if you were any less careful, which I highly doubt is possible." She always got scolded by other queens for being too harsh, but it's hardly her fault. She's seen kits raised by soft, uncaring mothers. They grow up reckless and disrespectful, like her first apprentice who was always allowed to do what he wanted and was caught several times by his mentor calling her insults and complaining about how she didn't let him do anything. She doesn't want her kits to give that kind of grief to their mentors and superiors. She licks Swankit's forehead, who seems to retaliate the tiniest bit at the action. "What's wrong? I'm just making sure you're alright."

[Leah]

S'mores
57 Moons
Tom
Outsider
Kittypet

Appearance
S'mores is a beautiful, thick-pelted brown ragamuffin. He has a white underbelly, paws, throat and muzzle. He has a dark brown nose and large ears. His beautiful yellow eyes are almost chartreuse and he has a rather large body. His legs, forehead and tail are a darker shade of brown, and he has pale brown cheeks.

Personality
S'mores is the most quiet, calm, and lovable kittypet there is. This fluffy kitty is timid but not necessarily shy, except to newcomers! He isn't too intelligent and can act cowardly at many times. He has no interest in romance or kits, but is very friendly and gentle. He's healthy and optimistic for his old age, but can be soft and careless, even clumsy at times. He is lazy and overdependent but loyal and sweet. S'mores can be quite the curious kitty, this can get him into trouble quite often!

Skills
S'mores lacks intelligence for the most part, but he's an excellent hunter. He doesn't need to eat food he catches and is quite fine with what Humans give him. He's not too bad of a fighter and a decent tracker. He can be slow and clumsy but he is big, sturdy and defensive. He has great stamina, but he cannot swim or leap too high. His physical abilities have spiraled downward with age, and he tends to limp around and not engage in activity.

History
S'mores was adopted as a kitten by an old Human couple about four years ago. They could not keep him inside often because of the rules to renting their home. He was always shy but he loved his owners and was quick to make friends. They adopted another cat, a black cat with white paws named Socks, and they did not get along well at all. Throughout many months he heard and learned stories about forest cats who live their lives without humans. This thought gave him nightmares and he became afraid of the cold and of the claws of other cats. Socks was given away to a younger Human before his moved away to a house where he could stay inside. He misses his old friends but has quickly made new ones in the new neighborhood, although he's quite annoyed by all their yappy dogs and noisy children. In the recent Winter, he has stayed inside although he played with his friends during the calmer days.

S'mores got through the Leaf-bare quite well, but he has only seen his friend Boo since then. They are both worried for the fate of their missing friends, and they continue to search the gardens.

Roleplay
The large but gentle Housecat watched carefully as the bird hopped across the yard, lowering its head to grab worms from the earth. He lunged forward, leaping as the robin began to flap its wings and fly away. He dropped the now-dead bird, disgusted that he could see worms still in its beak. "That's how you do it," he tried to yell out to his new kitten friend, but his voice was still soft, as well as shaky from the short hunt. "Watch, wait, run and jump. And don't worry if you can't get it right the first time, you're only a kitten and you've never done this before!" The tiny cat's eyes widened, probably in awe. This made S'mores look away shyly, that any cat would look to him for help. "Here, you try it," he said as the kitten ran over to him. "It's really good! There's also mice, and fish..." his young friend listened as he described the wonderful food that he has eaten before.

[Leah]

Jasmine
24 Moons
Molly
Outsider
Loner

Appearance
Jasmine has a fluffy, pure jet-black pelt. Her bright emerald eyes are a striking feauture on her dark fur. She is small and lean, and her dark brown nose can barely be seen on her face. She has small ears and an average-sized tail, her legs and paws the right size for her body. Her whiskers are deep silver in color.

Personality
Jasmine is a cold, harsh, judgemental, and overall hostile cat. She believes kittypets are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She is all for a free, independent and secretive life. She is calculating, selfish and intolerant. Jasmine mostly acts neutral and tough but also honest, energetic and colorful. Clan cats who have met her say her unpredictable, dynamic nature would make her the perfect -storm cat. She is anti-social but has become moody and emotional due to her pregnancy.

Skills
Jasmine is a fierce fighter and no need for all that nonsense Clan cats need like tracking and swimming. She is a decent hunter and is very clever and stealthy. She's quick yet lacks agility and sturdiness. She doesn't travel much but has excellent senses. Her pelt blends in best with the night, when she is active and at her strongest.

History
As a kit, Jasmine was actually a kittypet separated from her mother. She was never adopted and, on her way to a new adoption center, there was an accident. She was unharmed and managed to escape. She spent her life hating kittypets, and then Clan cats when she was attacked by them in the forest. She discovered what she could about them and believed they were too strict and weak. She decided to live on her own, believing that to be free-spirited was the best life for a cat. She met a tom cat named Fall who didn't treat her like filth like every other cat did, and even named her Jasmine for the night-blooming flower. She fell in love with him and they spent many moons together. In the harsh Winter, she discovered she was pregnant, and he left to get her food. He disappeared, and she became afraid that he was lost or killed in the blizzard.

She made friends with a cat named Lace, who helped her catch prey and took care of her. Even after the Winter, the kits have not come, and she doesn't know when they will. Even worse, Lace has disappeared, and she has lost another friend. She has become depressed, and has made her way to the Clan territories in hope of finding easy prey.

Roleplay
Jasmine hissed at the pain in her stomach; the kits were still there, and growing. She could give birth any day now for all she knows, and of course nobody's there to help her. But she's always said that Housecats are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She can do this by herself if she has to, she's had to hunt for herself despite who-knows-how-many runty fluffballs are taking over what seems like her entire body. "This is stupid. I hate this, I wish I'd just-" but she realized what she was saying, and became less tense in only moments. "Oh, I mean..." how could she have wanted those kits any earlier? Either they'd be born in the snow or they'd grow up in the snow. She didn't want her kits to experience such a harsh season for a long time. "I hate this," she repeated, but meant something else. "I want to see my kittens already." part of her didn't, and would rather this had never happened in the first place. she doesn't want the burden of raising them and possibly watching them die, especially completely on her own. She was a loner, after all, or at least what she's heard the Clan cats harshly call her. In anger, she spat, "Oh, just come already!"

[Leah]

Cherrypaw
8 Moons
Molly
GrassClan
M. Apprentice
To be Cherrytail

Mentor
Burnetleaf

Appearance
Cherrypaw is a pure white cat. Her pink nose and ears are easily distinguished. She has a fluffy pelt and is small in size. Her beautiful eyes are an impressive dark forest green. She has large ears, a short tail, long legs and tiny paws. She has a rather round build that is clearly seen in her cheeks. Her whiskers are as white as her pelt.

Personality
Shy and timid, Cherrypaw is adventurous, alert, and eager to learn. She lacks confidence and is quite cowardly, but she is focused and helpful. She is not particularly friendly, typically acting bossy around others. When working with medicine, she is not gentle nor is she patient. Cherrypaw keeps neat, acting as somewhat of a perfectionist when it comes to the medicine storage. She is resourceful and responsible, but can in times act opinionated and selfish. She is thorough, sometimes a bit too much so, and her manner of thinking can be complex and odd. Cherrypaw can be stubborn and difficult to deal with.

Skills
Cherrypaw is very agile, skilled at balance and leaping. She is decent at tracking, able to locate and differientiate herbs and scents. The minor skills that a Medicine Cat would not need as much, hunting and fighting, are clearly not her strong suits. She doesn't want to fight, and she has a hard time remembering hunting moves and techniques. Cherrypaw knows how to swim in shallow water. She is intelligent but has poor stamina.

History
Cherrykit was born to Yellowtail's sister Greyfoot and an unknown second parent. She was littermates with Mallowkit and Chervilkit. They were born in a calm Leaf-fall season, but lived their kithood throughout Leaf-bare. Greyfoot was killed in this harsh Season by Greencough, and the three kits were adopted by Yellowtail. She was able to care for them, and the kits only had two moons to go before apprenticeship. The harsh Snowmelt flood in Newleaf took more lives, including Cherrykit's littermates, and she helped Burnetleaf with injured Warriors and cats recovering from Leaf-bare illnesses. She wanted to become the Medicine Cat's apprentice once she realized she had found her calling. She loved helping cats, and she wanted a connection to the Stars. Cherrykit became Burnetleaf's apprentice, Cherrypaw, near the end of Newleaf. She had a hard time at first, getting used to many herbs and techniques was more difficult than she thought. But she has an excellent memory, and she has the more basic and common medicines down. Cherrypaw has no interests in close relationships, and she doesn't feel like the Warrior code's rule against Medicine cats with mates is unfair. She has no preferences and understands the code is there to prevent favoritism and irresponsibility. She is doing fine now, and hasn't had to deal with any recent casualties.

Roleplay
"Let's see... Chamomile, Sorrel..." Cherrypaw neatly organized the herbs in the rocky dents of the Medicine Den by what the herb does, which is clearly the most sensible way to keep medicines. It might look nice to have all types of berries in one location, but berry types could get mixed together. What if you gave a cat Holly Berries instead of Juniper Berries? Hollies aren't necessarily fatal to larger cats, but they can still be poisonous. They are used for similar effects as Yarrow, but a higher fatality rate on kits. She grouped Honey, Horsetail, Marigold and Sedge together. "What else soothes infections..." maybe she'd ask her mentor. She exited the Medicine den and looked around. Other apprentices walked by and gave sweet hellos, but she narrowed her eyes and looked away. She didn't have time for friendships. "W-where is Burnetleaf?" she asked to nobody in particular, but hopefully loud enough that any cat in the vicinity could hear and answer.

[Leah]

Crimson
60 Moons
Tom
Outsider
Rogue

Appearance
Calico tom. {WIP}

Personality
{WIP}

Skills
{WIP}

History
{WIP}

Roleplay
{WIP}