Wooo Warriors 8D

Username: GingerNut
Name: Brookefeather
Gender: She-cat
Age: 19 moons
Rank: Warrior/Queen
Clan: MarshClan
Appearance:

Personality: Brookefeather is a very gentle she-cat, making her perfectly suited to being a mother. She hates fighting, and believes that no cat does something bad without a true meaning, that their visions are simply clouded by grief, anger or sadness. This often gets her into bad situations, and some cats judge her when she defends the bad actions of others.
History: Born as an only kit into MarshClan, Brookefeather was very lonely as a kit. She never gave out her heart, and refused to get to know any cat enough to develop a connection with them. A few days after her warrior ceremony she left for a while. In this time she fell in love with a kittypet, but when she discovered she was expecting kits she left to go back to MarshClan, and the kittypet refused to go with her.
Crush: None
Mate: Looking
Offspring: Blossomkit, Silverkit
Family: None except her kits
Other: None

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Username: GingerNut
Name: Silverkit [right] and Blossomkit [left]
Gender: Both she-kits
Age: 2 moons
Rank: Kits
Clan: MarshClan
Appearance:

Personality: Blossomkit is very bold and adventurous, claiming not to be afraid of anything. She loves climbing up trees and branches, and playing with balls of moss like prey. Her sister, Silverkit, on the other hand, is much more calm and collected. She spends a lot of time in the medicine den, watching with wide eyes.
History: None, their kits xD
Crush: None, their kits [again]
Mate: Same again xD
Offspring: None as of yet~
Family: Each other, Brookefeather
Other: None

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Username: GingerNut
Name: Frostheart
Gender: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: StormClan
Appearance:

Personality: Frostheart is one of the fiercest members of StormClan, and often makes wrong judgements about what would solve a problem, always resorting to using his teeth and claws. He does, however, have a soft spot for kits, and you will often find him in the nursery helping the queens.
History: Frostheart used to be a kittypet, but he always hated that life. He longed for the forest - The scent of prey, the warmth of clanmates against his fur, the feeling of cool leaves beneath his paws. Eventually he left his twolegs, setting out into the forest. Here he came across the Clans, and StormClan took him in.
Crush: None
Mate: None
Offspring: None [That he knows of... Hint hint]
Family: Same as Offspring
Other: [I hope this is okay, that he'll turn out to be Brookefeather's kits' father?]

((Gonna add another cat so Breezeclan isn't so alone. :3 Talonclaw is going to be Darkpaw's mentor, if that's alright. ^_^ He's the only warrior in the Clan. I'm gonna update the forms, but you don't have to change your forms. xD))

Username: SugarSnow
Name: Darkpaw
Warrior Name: Darkstorm
Gender: Male
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor: Talonclaw
Clan: Breezeclan
Appearance: Darkpaw has a jet-black pelt. His tail tip is snow-white and his ear tips are white as well. His paws are a dark gray, and are so dark you can barely notice the difference between his paws and the rest of his black coat. Darkpaw has bright, piercing amber eyes.
Personality: Darkpaw is generally secluded, and is almost like a loner in the Clan. At times, he can be mischievous, and loves to get his nose into trouble. He's curious and asks a lot of questions during training. Darkpaw is only ever eager during training, and doesn't really talk with the other apprentices. Darkpaw doesn't like caring for the elders and tends to treat them badly at times when he gets annoyed. He's loyal, but isn't obedient all the time, and is known for having a sharrp tongue, even around his mentor and all the high-ranking cats.
History: Darkpaw was born into the Clan. His father died in battle while his mother died from greencough after he became an apprentice. He has no family.
Crush:
Mate:
Offspring:
Family:
Other:

((Yeah, that's fine. ^_^))

((I guess I'll start. :3))

Dawnfur gently licked the top of her only kit's head. Her gentle eyes were focused only on Dovekit. Dovekit's tortoiseshell coat was shining from Dawnfur's grooming. Dawnfur's own sleek, dark, soft pelt was well-groomed. Dovekit was currently sleeping, and her hazel eyes were closed, her snow-white chest gently falling and rising as she took slow, steady breaths. Dawnfur's mate had died in battle, and she missed him dearly. She felt no love for any other cat.

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Soulfire was on his own, hunting solo. He had already caught two mice, but they were scrawny and leaf-bare thin. They would barely feed a single warrior, much less a Clan. The rivers were frozen and the ground was ice-cold, covered by a thin la
yer of soft snow. The snow crunched under Soulfire's paws, and he made sure to be as quiet as possible. The wind whistled, bringing to Soulfire the scent of prey. Stalking forward, he spotted a scrawny, skinny squirrel. It's eyes were clouded and starved, but it was still prey. Soulfire leaped, his claws outstretched. The squirrel chittered in alarm and sped away at the last moment, and not a second too late. Soulfire's claws grazed the squirrel, but the squirrel managed to get away, climbing up a tree. Hissing and spitting, Soulfire angrily thought, 'You call yourself a warrior? You can't even feed your own Clan and you're deputy!'

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Darkpaw lashed his tail eagerly. His thin body was alarmingly skinny, and you could see his ribs. But, that didn't destroy his eagerness to train. He was already badgering his mentor. "What are we going to do today?" He faced Talonclaw expectantly, his eyes glowing with excitement.

Shadowpaw heard a harsh hissing noise. Creeping to the top of a tall tree, he looked down and saw a young cat, and glanced to his right to see a squirell standing a few feet away. Well, he's done the hard part, he thought. Frightened squirells were easy to kill. Especially weakened frightened squirells. Silently, he padded up the branch till he was just a foot behind it, then pounced.

The blood tasted good in his mouth. He wasn't sure if those below heard him or not, but he didn't really care. He was hungry before, now, he wasn't going to be.

Soulfire glanced at Foxfur, a sigh escaping his mouth. His tail was lowered in shame, but he continued hunting. Sadly, the only prey he could scrounge up were the two mice, and he had to return to camp with those scrawny pickings.

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Darkpaw waved his tail in agreement, his leaf-bare thick pelt shaggy. He followed his mentor, his eyes gleaming with pure excitement.