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Name: Brownie

Moons: 38

Gender: Non-birany (more shecat)

Rank: warrior

Clan: Mistclan

Mate: None

Kits: None

other info: she was found by the clans when her twolegs left her to die in the heat.

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Dovefoot finnaly convinced littlepetal that they were ready for kits. He lead her into th den...

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Name- Dovefoot

Moons- 27

Gender-Male

Pronouns-He/They

Rank-Warrior

Clan-Mistclan

Description-White/Brown/Grey

Personality- Caring

Crush- N/A

Mate- Littlepetal

Kits- (EXPECTING)

Other- N/A
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Name- Littlepetal

Moons- 25

Gender- Female

Pronouns- She/He/They

Rank- Queen

Clan- Mistclan

Description- Brown

Personality- Sweet

Crush- N/A

Mate- Dovefoot

Kits- (PREGNANT)

Other- N/A

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MIAH
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DO IT IN THE FIGHTING TAB YALL. ASK PERMISSIONS TO KILL SOMONES CAT.

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Each cat is granted 3 breeding chances. I will use wheel of names to decide if kits are born or not. It is requested that you make the paragraph fade to black before such things occur.

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Trickpaw walked out of his den and outside. The rain pelted his fur, and despite his furs thickness, he shivered. His teeth chattered as he made his way down the mountainous slope that his den was on. He walked into a small mountainside thatch of trees. He dropped into a hunters crouch, and searched for prey. He heard a hawk caw somewhere nearby. He wasnt worried. He was almost the same size as any hawk, maybe bigger. He was a Maine Coon after all. He heard the hawk dive, the sharp whistle of its wings and he felt razor talons dig into his skin. He realized that this was no hawk. He was being carried away by an Adean Condor. The bird queens warned their kits about daily. The only bird bigger than him. As the bir flew, he passed out from blood-loss, and exaustion.....

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Name- Satanpaw

Warrior Name- Satancurse

Moons- 12 moons

Gender- Male

Pronouns- He/They

Rank- App

Clan- Frostclan

Description- He has a stocky, short, and small build. Hi fur is medium length, ans he is very small compared to the other cats, and it is unknown why. He has pretty light blue eyes with a white coat, that also has light and dark gold splotches here and there.He is 12 moons old, yet still an apprentice, because he failed his first Frost Trials, which was quite an embarassment. This makes other cats stay away from him calling him "Frost Cursed".

Personality- He is a very skitish cat. He hates talking, talking, and talking even more than talking. He is like this at most times, and it is quite hard to calm him down in normal situations, and impossible to do in scary/uncretain situations. He hates being looked down upon and called Frost Cursed, and cares much about his own image. He is, rarely, very funny when he is lightened up.

Crush- N/A

Mate- N/A

Kits- N/A

Other- N/A

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Name- Blossomkit

Moons-5

Gender- woman

Pronouns- she/they

Rank- kit

Clan- Frostclan

Description- She is a orange, white, and pink cat, with white eyes.

Personality- Kind|Mean|Freespirited

Crush- N/A

Mate-N/A

Kits-N/A

Other-N/A

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Name- Trickpaw

Warrior Name- Trickleaf

Moons- 14 Moons

Gender- Male

Pronouns- He/Him

Rank- Apprentice

Clan- Ravineclan

Desc- He has a slim, fast paced build. His fur is longer, and he is quite large compared to the other apprentices, though that is only due to his size. He has dazzling green eyes and a light grey coat with varying spots of dark grey tabby. He is 14 moons old, yet still an apprentice, due to his lack of the ability to dig. This also makes him frowned upon by warriors, and apprentices alike.

Personality- He can be very cold, and rude. He is like this at most times, yet, rarely, he can be soft and kind. He doesnt care about his own inability to dig, and doesnt care for the other cats just-for-him pity party. He is always catious, and very worryful.

Crush- N/A

Mate- N/A

Kits- N/A

Other- He was born to Mistclan, but was abandoned in the ravines for the fact that he has no claws -YES, NO CLAWS- and is a useless hunter. His response to that is "C'mon, I've still got teeth, haven't I?"

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The clans live on,in,and next to, three mountains called (by the cats) the Abyss Mountains, for they are 7 miles high, higher than mount everest.  In the middle of the 5 mountains, who are placed in a circle, lies a peaceful valley. In that valley lies Mistclan, named for the everlasting mist that clouds the valley. They prey on things ranging from bus, to rodents, to the occasional bird. They are the most populated of the three clans, and the most well known. In the mountainside there lies a vast expense of tunnles and holes, in which live Ravineclan. Ravineclan likes moles, voles, and other burrowing creatures, as well as reptiles. They are the second most populated clan, and are featured for their keen sight and hearing as well as smell, and they are usually larger with less fur, and bigger paws. Up, about 1 mile high in the mountain, lies Frostclan. They eat whatever they can find on the harsh cliffs and drops of the rocky mountainside. They are the most unpopulated clan, with kits tending to die, and older cats moving to Mistclan or Ravineclan. They tend to be more agile, with percise hearing. They also have longer fur and smaller paws, bassically the polar opposite of the big, clumsy Ravineclan cats. They are undiscovered by humans, and they have rituals including:

-For Ravineclan, they dig a new den or tunnel every new moon, in support of their motto "Expand to survive"

-For Mistclan, they have the anual prey feast, every 12 moons, where the apprentices, kits, and warriors all fight to see who can catch the most prey

-For Frostcaln, they challenge the apprentices for their warriors assesment, making them do dangerous, agile tricks and jumps to prove the can survive in their clan, causing in many fatalities

-Clans meet in the valley every 12 moons, right after the prey feast, and bring their own prey, in which the leaders talk amongst themselves and the apps, kits, and warriors, feast and bring tons of prey back to the elders and kits at their camps

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Frostclan:
LEADER
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DEPUTY
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MEDCAT(S)
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WARRIORS
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APPS
Satanpaw
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QUEENS
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KITS
Blossomkit
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ELDER
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Mistclan:
LEADER
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DEPUTY
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MEDCAT(S)
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WARRIORS
Dovefoot
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APPS
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QUEENS
Littlepetal
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KITS
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ELDERS
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Ravineclan:
LEADER
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DEPUTY
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MEDCAT(S)
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WARRIORS
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APPS
Trickpaw
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QUEENS
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KITS
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ELDERS
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Trickpaw curles up in his nest with a sigh. He rolls onto his bak and groans. His stomach hurts so much. He doesnt even know whats wrong. The med den is full, and the med cat had shooed him away, telling him that she doesnt have time for a clawless tummy ache. He gets up with a huff, and whimpers. It really was starting to hurt.