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. : About Me : .

My name is Skypaw(Name).
I'm a proud member of Sea Clan (Clan).
I'm a tom , I should know.
I'm (6).
I'm a Apprentice.
My kin include no one (no one).

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My favorite things!
.hunting
. fighting
.swimming
.fish

My least favorite things...
. bile
.dung
.foxes
.fleas

And, my fears.
.war
.hunger/thirst
.Hieghts

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm playful, and eager to learn, I'm opnionated, and clever. Ihate when a clan cat defies their leader, it's disrespectful! i get along pretty well with others, except enemies of course. I love training.[ostgcolor1]It's what I am, like it or not.
Appearance: I'm a tom with gray and white patches of fur,. my eyes are blue. i'm slender but not too slender. my front paws have matching patches on them. my back paws are white .My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to a Queen cat in the clan. i'm a newly appointed apprentice. my father was a black tom. he was a rouge who became a warrior of Sea clan. I have two siblings. As a kit I became stuckin a tree, aquiring a avid fear of hieghts. my father was killed by two foxes. I despise foxes. I was taught respect was important, i do not disrespect my clanmates.

: About Me : .

My name is Stormsong .
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 4 seasons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one.....sadly, they all died. .

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My favorite things!
~The rain
~When it snows
~Swimming
~Listenning to the birds
~Manipulating people with my so-called innocence
~being sarcastic
~fighting/ hunting
~Protecting my clan
~Killing...

My least favorite things...
~Anyone who tries to harm my clan
~Showing the soft side of my personality

And, my fears.

~Loosing the well-earned respect of my clannmates
~that I may end up going to the Dark Forest

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Okay, let me get something straight. If you or anyone tries to harm my clanmates, then I'll literally tear your throat out. Got it? Now that we're clear, I might as well tell you what I'm like. First of all, if you picture most she-cats as delicate cats who can hunt and fight (of course), but are all nice and sweet.....well, I'm not like that. Okay, okay, so maybe I seem that way on the outside. Not to brag, but I happen to be very pretty, even beautiful, as some say. I use charm to get what I want. I can act all sweet and innocent (if I want), like I can do nothing wrong. It actually works well when it comes to manipulating. But on the inside.....I have a pretty fiery personality. To tell you the truth, I act very cold and bitter most of the time. There is also somthing about.....blood-lust.....that draws me in. I don't have much of my sanity left.... I can be very sarcastic and lash out when I want. Most cats underestimate me. It their mistake, not mine. What most cats don't know is that I've killed before, and that I can be a deadly fighter when I want to be....



It's what I am, like it or not.

As I metioned before, I happen to be very pretty, and therefore get what I want most of the time. My fur is soft and silky, rather glossy in texture. It ranges from different colors, most of which being grey and silver. My fur also has a striped pattern on it. My paws look rather delicate and are dappled with white. I have strikingly bright blue eyes with flecks of silver in them. My figure is slender and elegant, lithe and perfect for running due to the capabilites of my long legs.

My history, don't go poking around!
I might as well start at the beginning, so it all makes sense. When I was born, I was born in a living hell called twolegplace. There are these big monsters that storm around across the cold ground, threatenning to literally squash anyone in their path. And then there are the twolegs themselves, who often yell or try to harm us innocent cats. Not to mention the wild dogs that always ran around on the streets. But anyways, the main danger was actually the cats themselves. Out there in the twolegplace, it was either fight for yourself or die. That led to many cats who attacked my small family and tried to steal food from us. I lost my father to one of those fights....and my mother was lost to a twoleg monster. I lived there most of my life, killing mostly any cat that I encountered...
I had no siblings. But after that, I chose to run away, and luckily, I found SeaClan. But I will never forget my bloody past. Ever.

: About Me : .




not that bright when it comes to "stop talking". but he is very kind once you get to no him His ancestors came from thunderclan his great great great etc grandfather was cloudtail he is very loveing and will fight to his last breath for his clan he hates kittypets and hopes to be deputy some day and seems to keep to himself about his problems, other then that he is very blunt, energetic, outgoing and loud .

my name is (Cloudfur)
I'm a proud member of (Seaclan)
I'm a (tom ) I should know.
I'm (21 moons old).
I'm a (Warrior)
My kin include (has none because his ancestors were from thunderclan witch makes his kin in storm clan )


A little bit more
Loves to talk, think headed


My favorite things!
Fighting!
Attention
to feel free
the feel of catching a fish and taste of fish
Talking with other cats (including from other clans)

My least favorite things...
Kittypets,nightclan , Thunderstorms

And, my fears.
(drowning, forced to be a kittypet, starclan leaving him )

:Getting personal : .
He can be very distracted and seem to wader in a whole different world, he seems to always look at the sky and seems to always look at stormclans territory with longing in his eyes and he has no idea why

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
( he is a kind cat once you get to no him.
He has a thick head and really doesn't notice if he annoys his Clan mates he is very positive and try's to help everyone .he loves his clan with all his might but seems to look at Stormclans territory a lot. )

It's what I am, like it or not.
(A big broad soldered white tom with one blue eye and one green he has massive paws and one of the biggest cat in his clan despite his size he is not very fast. because of his white fur he is bad at hunting in greenleaf but in leafbare he is an expert. he prefers fighting more then hunting )

My history, don't go poking around!
(He was found near the river, his ancient history is with thunderclan his great great etc grandfather was cloudtail and now most of his kin lies within stormclan but he has no idea )

. : About Me : .

My name is Frostkit.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 2 moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include no one, yet.

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My favorite things!
crunchy leaves
snow
swimming

My least favorite things...
dry hot weather
birds (eww, feathers!)
being stuck in the nursery

And, my fears.
foxes
dark and shadows
being lost

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm super curious! You could definitely describe me as an example of "curiosity killed the cat." I always want to be in the thick of things and know what's going on. Some people say I'm nosy, and others accuse me of knowing too many secrets for my own good. But I can't help it; it's just no fun letting someone else keep secrets around camp!

It's what I am, like it or not.
I have icy blue eyes and light grey, almost white fur. Right now I'm fluffy and small, since I'm a kit. When I grow up I want to have sleek, smooth fur just like all StormClan cats do, from eating so many yummy fish! I also dream of having the warrior name Frostfang and being able to snag fish underwater with my long, white fangs. But my name is up to Mosstar, you know.

My history, don't go poking around!
I'm still a kit, and I'm really young so I don't know my parents that well yet. I'm also completely new to the camp, so I don't know anyone else either! But knowing how curious I am, I'll probably find out everything there is to know soon. Hm, I wonder where the medicine cat den is? Oooh, maybe I'll go see where I can put my nest in the apprentice's den when I'm older. Wait, I have a better idea - let's go see who's in the warrior's den right now! Or maybe the elders can tell me a story! Time to go explore - bye!

. : About Me : .

My name is Griffon.
I'm a proud member of nothing (SeaClan soon).
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm nine moons (but I look like seven moons).
I'm a rogue (warrior age)..
My kin include Tammy/Foampoppy (foster-mother), Moss-star (long-lost mother), Freezeshadow (long-lost brother)..

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My favorite things!
* The wind
* Water
* Fish
* Climbing
* Hunting
*Fighting
*Chatting
* Heights

My least favorite things...
* Dogs
* Twolegs
* Foxes
* Heights
* My durn claws!
* Hot-headed cats!
* Dragonfire... >.>

And, my fears.
* Heights
* Being arrogant

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kind and mild-tempered, but with a rambunctious ambition and curiosity, she is the epitome of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat". However, she's not stupid, and her cleverness has always prevailed to get her out of the messes she gets into. Her pride is very big, but it is more of a silent pride, for she hates bragging excessively. She also likes listening to elder's stories and making up her own and has a tendency to hang around with elders, loving their wisdom, and also tells stories of her owns to the kits. She loves hunting, swimming, climbing, and fighting-anything to stay active! She can never sit still (after moons of being in a dusty old twoleg nest, who would be able to? ) and has boundless energy. She's a loyal friend and hard worker. She acts childish at times but can be serious and mature when need be.

It's what I am, like it or not.
A small-built beautiful, rich, earthy-brown she-cat with brilliant sky-blue eyes and sharp claws. Her coat is thick and luscious. Despite her size, her strength is surprisingly large, and her flexibility very versatile. In fact, she's the feline version of a contortionist; her limbs bend at impossible angles and she's double-jointed just about everywhere. She has fur at the tip of her ears and white underbelly stretching from her muzzle to her tail-tip. Her claws are unusually thick and sharp, like the talons of an eagle, though they grow at an alarming rate and she's always having to scratch them and keep them trimmed, otherwise they grow twisted (earning her the nickname Twistedclaw, though she'll claw your ears off if you call her that!)

My history, don't go poking around!
She was actually born in SeaClan and is pure-blood Clan cat. Her mother, Moss-star's sister Foampoppy, schemed to cat-nap Moss-star's kittens and flee to the twoleg place, since she hated Clan life and yearned to be pampered. She was infertile and always wanted to have a child; she blamed her sister for her infertility and was mentally unstable. However, when the kits were born, she fell in love with Griffon only and catnapped her at birth, fleeing to the twoleg place of an elderly woman. Griffon spent her first few moons as a pampered kittypet named Sticky and hated it; her restlesness got her in a lot of trouble, earning her kittypet name. Foampoppy (called Tammy in the twoleg nest) called her Griffon when the Twoleg did not, and she preferred Griffon to the name Sticky. She always yearned for the forest, and secretly even Tammy missed it, though still resented having to live a Clan cat life, serving everyone but yourself.
One day, her twoleg mysteriously disappeared (died), leaving her and her mother (the twoleg's only pets) stranded in the house. They escaped and her mother resolved to teach her in the warrior way, also changing her name back to Foampoppy, though left out the part about serving one's Clan before oneself and never told her of StarClan. She taught Griffon both battle and hunting moves, and the young (but illegitimate) apprentice soon became very skilled. Pleased, Foampoppy announced her a warrior one day, though didn't give her a warrior name. Griffon was always suspicious where Foampoppy learned all the skills, but her mother never revealed her secret. Griffon was an expert at fighting and fought off many a wild animal from her weakening and old mother, and, figuring since they were living alone she could do whatever she wanted, her mother promoted her to the fake position of Gladiator. Griffon suspected the gladiator part was different from the rest of what she'd learned, but she payed no mind; she liked it anyhow.

One day Foampoppy fell seriously ill from an infection from an untreated wound. Unable to heal her properly, Griffon watched her slowly and painfully wither away. The night Foampoppy died, the former warrior confessed her sins and the fact that she was her foster-mother and her real mother was Moss-star, leader of SeaClan. Griffon was shocked, but forgave her grieving mother, for her mother had been desperate and alone at the time. Her mother told her how to return to the Clans, and after Griffon buried her, she headed off to the Clan she'd been born in and always dreamt of, guided by the paws of StarClan, and eager to meet her true mother ( Moss-star).

One more notable aspect of Griffon is that she fell out of a tree once, almost crippling herself forever, but with careful guidance from her mother (who rehabilitated her through teaching her how to swim, much like Jaypaw in the third series), causing Griffon's love for water (since it saved her life as a warrior) and also causing her fear of heights, though she still loves them so.

She arrived at SeaClan and was confronted by Dragonfire and her sister, Pheonixice. Moss-star has just come and she's eagerly introducing herself.

She's just arrived and the rest of her story will be written shortly.

(( Approved by both asian and leafpool )).

. : About Me : .

My name is Stonekit [paw at end of time-skip!].
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 6 moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Burningpelt [I know. Embarassing, right?].

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My favorite things!
~ Annoying others
~ Teasing she-cats
~ Hunting
~ Fishing
~ Running around

My least favorite things...
~ Other toms
~ The night sky
~ Weaklings
~ Burningpelt

And, my fears.
~ Being outdone by someone else
~ Climbing trees
~ Anything that resembles the thing that killed his mom

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change who I am.
Stonekit is the arrogant sort of tom who doesn't hold back or back down from anyone.... well, except for Shiftpelt and Moss-star, of course, since they're the head honchos of the Clan. His enjoyments include eating and being competitive. He loves taunting others and angering others too. He doesn't play with other cats unless he thinks he can make a complete and utter fool out of his opponent. He's a bit headstrong sometimes and much too over-confident. He gets embaressed easily though.

It's what I am, like it or not.
Stonekit is a normal sized bluish gray, sleek tom with white paws. His eyes are a striking teal color, the same shade as his half-sister's. His legs fade to a cream color from his shoulders, much like the way Burningpelt's do also. His paws are lightly peppered black, but aren't naturally done so. It's dirt, stained in his pelt. Stonekit's body is littered with tabby stripes that are a slightly bluish gray tham the rest of his body. Larger, dark gray stripes stretch from his back, wrapping around his body. They almost touch together on his belly, but they don't. A trademark, somewhat crooked grin graces his slightly darker muzzle often.

My history, don't go poking around!
Stonekit was born to hate his half sister. His father always laughed and insulted her in front of him. Since he felt whatever father did was right, he followed suit. It was the only way he knew. Constantly, the tom shunned his half sister, always laughing at her mistakes, and taunting her. His father's untimely death didn't change that one bit. He hates his sister though. He has drilled it into his mind that his stupid kin had taken precious time from his father, and her incompetence had driven the tom to death. He constantly makes fun of the she-cat.

Stonekit's kithood was an often lonely one, but honestly, that didn't faze him. He drove others away with his boastfulness and arrogant attitude. He constantly seeked out cats to defeat, winning some and losing some. What impacted him the most was the loss of his mother, his last remaining kin that he actually considered to be his kin. When SeaClan was attacked by the Star Slayer, Gorge, he watched with horrified eyes as his mother's head was crushed under the mighty paw of the mountain lion. He was almost killed too, but the mountain lion was driven away from the nursery before he could kill the kit.

. : About Me : .

My name is Lostkit >>> Lostpaw >>> Lostheart.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm six moons old.
I'm a kit.
My kin include my father Rainstorm, my mother Dangerseer, and my sister Shelteredkit.

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My favorite things!
- My sister
- Playing
- Exploring
- My mother and father
- Being independent
- Impressing warriors

My least favorite things...
- Getting into trouble
- Being told I can't do something
- Being told I'm wrong
- not being able to hear when someone is talking to me

And, my fears.
- Going completely deaf
- My family being killed
- Not being able to protect my clan
- Not being able to become a warrior

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am usually sweet and gentle, but when someone tells me I can't do something, that everyone else can, I snap. I can be very short tempered, and my hearing doesn't help. I am very wary of others, because I usually can't hear what they are saying, and it makes me mad. I can be bold and rambunctious when I'm not careful. I have a bold and adventurous side that often gets me into trouble. I am afraid that I won't be able to become an apprentice because of my hearing problems and I'm always trying to prove myself.

It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a sleek white tom with short smooth hair. I am thin and lean, my build makes it easy for me to run and hunt. I can fit through small areas do to my smaller that average size. My right eyes is a dark, piercing amber gold. My left eye is a piercing ice chip blue. My eyes have a piecing look to them that scares other cats and makes me intimidating, even for a kit. My nose is pink, which is a contrast to my drastically different colored eyes and my pure white pelt. My ears are larger than most, which makes it deceiving to how bad my hearing really is, I'm surprised that I wasn't named Batkit because of my large ears.

My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into Seaclan to Rainstorm and Dangerseer. My littermate is a pretty little white she-cat named Shelteredkit. We are really to apprenticed, and we will be any day now, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to become an apprentice. I am mostly deaf in my left ear and am hard-of-hearing in my right ear. I play with Shelteredkit all the time, but never with the other kits. I can tell that my mother is sad because i can barely hear and she fears that I will never become a warrior. I also know that my father is very disappointed in me because I am his only son. I have to fight to prove myself to the warriors, everyday, that I am strong enough to become the best warrior in the forest and that I'm just as strong as the other kits who are ready to become apprentices. I dream is to become the strongest warrior I can be.

((Won't be introduced until after the time skip))