My Special Fireflakes

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Characters:

Buckleap

MistClan warrior- 48 moons- Male- Snarky/Unemotional- Heterosexual- Single

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Name: Buckleap

Past names: Buck, Buckpaw, Buckleap.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Clan: MistClan
Former Clan: A clan that lived on the moor, was skilled at running, and was known for enduring the often rainy or windy weather. They had secret tunnels running underground.
Rank: Warrior
Scent: MistClan, grass, and the forest, as well as his natural dull scent.
Age: About 48 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mackerel tabby with white belly, chest, chin, and paws. Short muted brown fur with light patches that sometimes look ginger. Average size. Not much visible bulk. Powerful legs, especially hind legs, and tough paw-pads. A few scratches here and there and some more noticeable scars but nothing huge or odd. The most faded scar is bite marks on his hind leg near the paw. Long ears. Yellow-tinted green eyes. Thick tail with rounded tip.
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Threads he is/was in:

For Just One Night

Water Grey, Like An Ocean Everywhere

Colors and Promises

Oh, Christmas Tree! (story)

Leaf's first lesson

The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood

Normal Cats, Normal Stone, Normal Day
Which Way The Wind Is Blowing

The Little Things

Not Out of the Woods

Another Meeting

Making a Habit

Strange Stone and Unnatural Cats

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Pebbleshade. Rose, Longwing, Milkberry, Petalpaw. Ruststripe, Heronflight. Eveningblaze. Brackenstar. Siren. Whiskey. Leafpaw. Silvermist.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Buckleap retains some of the friendliness he needed to get by as a loner, but has mostly settled back into indifference and snarky remarks. He doesn't think different clans really are all that different. He's just determined to stay in MistClan now he's there. Things don't usually get to him easily, so he finds it hard to understand why it's different for some other cats. He often sees cats that he thinks are over-emotional as annoying and less capable, and tries to avoid them. He has a dark sense of humor, and likes to make sarcastic remarks, but is rarely actually mean for no reason. If he accidentally crosses a line, he'll probably try to fix it. He can be sincere, serious, or fun in the right situations. He's an independent cat, and will try to deal with things himself until he really has to get help, or even past that point sometimes, since he has a bit of an issue with asking for help. Despite that, he thinks it's boring to be alone for long periods of time. [/style]
Likes: Almost all prey. Running for fun. Cats who can counter his remarks with wit. Tall yellow flowers.
Dislikes: Fish and deep water. Crowded places. Overly sensitive cats. Wandering aimlessly. Dependence on others. Roots. Forests. The rogue group in the Twolegplace. The Tribe of Ancient Roots.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]He was born and nursed in a burrow in a field, his mother looking after him and his littermates while his father hunted for the family. When the kits were about three moons old, the family started moving around to a lot of different areas. Their mother and father would go hunting at the same time, and the kits were left to occupy themselves. When they knew the basics of finding food and avoiding danger, their parents started to encourage them to find their own lives. At five moons old, he decided to stay with some cats in a Twolegplace. He found it overwhelming and crowded there, and would sometimes spend time in fields to get away from it all. Eventually, he stopped going back to the Twolegplace. After living on his own for a while, he got tired of not having any other cats around. He missed living with his family, although he wouldn't admit that, and wanted something similar. He found that in his first clan at nine moons old, although he doesn't have a family of his own. The clan taught him how to make use of his running talent as well as teaching him how to properly navigate underground tunnels. It disbanded when he was about 27 moons old, which came as a shock to him, and he traveled with Pebbleshade to the Twolegplace in this area. They hardly spoke while traveling together, and soon went their separate ways when they arrived. Buckleap wanted to join a clan, and spent a while trying to find out more about them. His first attempt at this was being led into MothClan territory by a small group of cats, but he was ordered out of the territory before he could ask to join. IvyClan was never really an option due to his desire for open spaces, but he tried to find out about them anyway and ended up lost in the forest when he was 32 moons old. He eventually got used to the loner lifestyle again. At 34 moons old, after 7 moons of being a loner, he finally joined MistClan. He quickly settled in. He was 40 moons old when the sun briefly went out and the full moon turned red, warning of the war with the tribe that he helped to fight at the Gathering. At 42 moons, he was made mentor to his first apprentice Leafpaw. Four moons later, he was in MistClan's camp when it flooded and did his best to get everyone out, personally carrying a few kits and helping Silvermist.
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Former mentor: Responsible, witty, grey tortoiseshell she-cat with vivid green eyes.
Apprentice: Leafpaw.
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Parents and littermates assumed alive, no contact with him.

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Pebbleshade

MistClan warrior- 43 moons- Male- Helpful/Distrustful- Heterosexual- Single

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Name: Pebbleshade
Past names: Possible unknown birth name, Pebblekit, Pebblepaw, possible unknown name given by Twoleg.
Gender: Male
Clan: MistClan

Previous clan: Distrustful clan known for living in a shadowy forest and using the trees and shadows to hunt, also known for attacking first and asking questions later.

Rank: Warrior
Scent: MistClan, moss, evergreen needles, and sometimes water, as well as his natural soft scent.
Age: about 43 moons.
Appearance: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mostly solid grey. Long fur. Smaller than average, but not drastically so. Rarely visible scar on right front leg. Tattooed numbers hidden behind right ear tuft. A few other small scars hidden under his fur. He's light, compact, and flexible. Pale green eyes.[/style]Pictures:[style=width:320px;height:250px;overflow:auto;]
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Personality: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Pebbleshade was comfortable with himself in MistClan until the blood moon battle, but has been worrying he's not able to protect them properly ever since. He cares about and is kind to every one of his clanmates, though he still doesn't make close friends easily.
He usually likes to quietly listen to things, from the sounds of the forest to the conversations of his clanmates. This can help him learn, which he's always interested in. He will only usually initiate an interaction if he doesn't feel that he's getting in someone's way. He can get lonely if he feels like nobody cares about him, and this could affect his self-worth as well. If he has friends that just don't spend time with him, he's fine making use of his alone time. If there's anything he can do to help, he will. He's also patient and not willing to give up easily on things. One of his major issues is his attitude towards outsiders, as he feels they have nothing in common with him and are and impossible to understand on an emotional level. He was forced to become what he'd consider an outsider when his clan fell, so feels a little sympathy for those with no choice. He usually believes solidly in StarClan and their powers but has recently started to doubt them.[/style]
Likes: Helping other cats he trusts or feels some connection to. Relaxing alone. Making friends. Learning. Hunting in the treetops. Shadows.
Dislikes: Cats outside of the clans and most other cats he can't understand. Cats and other things that hinder his clan. Big open places. Not knowing things. Struggling with beliefs. The Tribe of Ancient Roots.

History: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] His parents were loners that weren't ready to parent him. His mother brought him to the clan when he was two moons old and simply asked for them to take care of him. He doesn't remember his parents, and is happy that he got to grow up in that clan. He is no less a clan cat than any of those that were born there, and occasionally forgets that he wasn't. Becoming what he would consider an outsider was especially difficult for him because he's always felt outsiders had nothing in common with him, and therefore couldn't understand them or connect to them emotionally. Still, the way it was handled by the clan let him come to terms with it disbanding. He got out of the area as quickly as he could to avoid the vicious rogues that he'd heard had been hanging around, and ran into Buckleap instead. They had never met before, coming from different clans, but they decided to travel together for safety in numbers. Pebbleshade was relieved when they finally reached an area with clans again. He and Buckleap went their separate ways, and Pebbleshade realized he'd have to go through the Twolegplace to get near the clans. Easier said than done for a lifelong clan cat. He was promptly hit by a Twoleg riding a strange half-monster, then picked up by the same Twoleg and put in a cage inside a normal monster. This monster took him to another Twoleg, which he tried and failed to fight. Something strange was put on his injured front leg, and he was taken back to the same area he'd been hit in. He rejected everything the Twoleg gave him as the warrior code says warriors should. Eventually, he had to eat the food it gave him. After two and a half moons, he finally healed and managed to escape. He fled to the forest and hung around until he figured out that MistClan was very similar to his previous clan, at which point he approached the border and asked to join. At 29 moons, he became Flamepaw's mentor, and watched him become a warrior at 35 moons. That moon was the same one that the sun went briefly dark and the full moon turned red, warning of the devastating war with the tribe that he was in at the Gathering. At 39 moons, he was given Foxpaw to complete his training. He came home to the flood going on in MistClan at the end of the same moon and was helped out by Snowstorm and Tumblefoot after failing to save Cactusleap. Foxpaw was named Foxstride in the barn.
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Former mentor: Supportive, chunky, bluish-grey, British Shorthair young she-cat with copper eyes.
Apprentice: None.
Former apprentices: Flametail, Foxstride(for last 2 moons)
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Has no knowledge of any family.

Threads he is/was in:

For Just One Night

Homeward Bound

Prison Tat (story)

Just Keep Swimming

Water Grey, Like An Ocean Everywhere

Colors and Promises

Oh, Christmas Tree! (story)

The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood

Lost Bottle Cap Boy, Wake up, You're Home...

Shadow and Shade
"Good" Morning
warning - this is not a test

Outsiders

"The pride of my night!!"

Feeling Aight

The Truth Is Out There

Making Friends

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Silverfang. Ravenwing. Flametail, Cherryheart. Hailstrike. Briardawn. Stoatwhisker. Swiftshadow. Daisypetals. Frostfall. Foxstride.

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Vulture

Hunter Rogue- 20 moons- Male- Controlling/Resourceful- Pansexual- Single

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Name: Vulture
Gender: Male
Clan: None, part of the anti-clan alliance

Role: Hunter
Scent: Overwhelmingly crowfood, but also the rogue group, dust, sometimes birds and wood, and his fairly generic natural scent.
Age: about 20 moons

Other: Vulture has an expanded field of view which allows him to see further away and improves his peripheral vision.

Appearance: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Vulture is a short-haired chocolate mink with some white. His base fur colour is light brown. He has a splash of white on his chest that extends around the bottom of his neck and up as a spike to his forehead. All four of his paws are also white. The chocolate colour is darker around his eyes, ears, and tail. He has clear blue eyes. His claws are short but thick. His fur is usually ungrooomed or intentionally messy, with smudges or dried blood in his pelt, but it's never matted. There are many small scars on his pelt but nothing very noticeable.
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Personality: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Vulture has always wanted to be noticed and gain some kind of reputation with others. While it may not be his most prominent feature, wanting to control others has always been a motivating factor for Vulture, so it's probably good to mention upfront. A more innocent trait of his is using simple tools like rocks and the world around him to do everything from reaching a high place to fighting. He finds some use for everything because he believes that nothing, and no-one, should be wasted. This has lead to him being a bit of a hoarder and being very protective over a nest that looks more like a trash pile.

His tool use also shows his intelligence and creativity, but don't expect him to be good with words. Perhaps because he prefers to be a quiet observer and occasional spy, his communication skills are flimsy. He speaks through body language, expressions, and grunts more so than words. As he has matured, he's learned to control his body language, and is finally able to use it for the intimidation he craves. He doesn't actually enjoy the pain of others and will usually only cause it to achieve his goals, so he's still unsure how vicious he could really be. It's likely that Vulture, attacking without thoughts of the outcome, could be deadly. He will fight tooth and claw(though he believes his claws are too short to do much) to keep something he already has. Very few things disgust him.

He was opportunistic at a young age but that trait was stifled by indecisiveness and he now waits patiently for... something. He's not quite sure what it is but is sure that, with his constant surveillance, he'll catch it when it comes. He learned to be independent at a young age, though not quite as young as his peers, who seemed ready to be on their own from birth.

Meanwhile he has mild abandonment issues from constantly being ditched by his family members as a young cat. He feels inferior to many of those around him and to other cats he believes were born with something special. This inferiority leads to jealousy and anger that he will take out on anyone even tangentially related if given the chance. What he believes he wants the most is to be scary, so that he will be respected and listened to.[/style]
Likes: Feathers, birds, playing pretend, giving nicknames, sunbathing, his nest, being in control, ownership, watching dogs near the Twolegplace, spying on others.
Dislikes: Caterpillars, stinging nettles, thorns, things being wasted, being chased by dogs.

History: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Vulture's father is the rogue Eaglewing, and his mother is the kittypet Mocha. His littermates are Owl, Buzzard, Falcon, Hawk, and Chickadee. When he reluctantly gave up nursing, he started to live with his father in the rogue group full-time, with Mocha occasionally visiting. Vulture wanted to get out and explore the area, but was satisfied with sniffing around the few steps outside of the den and asking his father lots of questions. He was no longer content with hearing about the outside world from others after turning six moons, and looked around further and further from his home every opportunity he got. After choosing to become a hunter for the rogue group at six moons old, he started to venture out near the clans and find out how to feel about them. He learned a bit from watching them. After his father Eaglewing killed Lynx and was banished, Vulture left his den and moved into a small hole in a corner instead. He stayed kitlike until 8 moons old, when he hit a slightly overdue growth spurt. With more weight to throw around, he felt stronger. This forced independence along with a confidence boost did him well for a while, but he seemed to slip in this progress after the rogue group moved away from the alley and into the rotting den. He has mostly been avoiding his brother Buzzard and Buzzard's mate Hornet since she got pregnant, including avoiding their kits up to this point. He went on a group hunt in MothClan's territory with others in the alliance at 16 moons old and witnessed Honeyheart being killed by Patchfrost.
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Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Eaglewing(father), Mocha(mother), Owl, Buzzard, Falcon, Hawk (all brothers), Chickadee(sister), Chocolette(younger sister), Crystal(younger sister), (unnamed younger sister #3), Lucifer(Buzzard's son), Belial(Buzzard's son), Batibat(Buzzard's daughter), Kasdeya (Buzzard's deceased daughter).

Threads he is/was in:

Distant Thunder

Chilled Air

Control

Shadows

The Storm Rages On

Big Brother Is Watching You

alley cat strut

I've Been Watching You
Watch Out

A Great Journey?

Stolen Prey

Into the Woods

How To Strut Like A Tomcat

At Long Last

Plaything

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Buzzard, Rose, Chocolette. Honeyheart, Viper. Owlstar. Longstride. Muffy. Scorpio. Split. Has met his brothers, mother, and father IC.

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Debris

Loner- 22 moons- Female- Caring/Cowardly- Bisexual- Single

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Name: Debris

Nicknames: Debbie/Debby/Deb
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: PossumClan! Jk, she's a loner.
Rank: Loner
Scent: The smells of her littermates and general garbage seem to block out whatever her individual scent is.
Age: About 22 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Debris has a dark red ticked pelt with faint tabby stripes that mainly only show on her forehead. She has plain, rounded brown eyes, slightly smaller than the average cat's. Her tail is thick although the fur is often thin from being worn down by her repeated grooming, and there is a furless scar where the tip should be. The appearance of the rest of her fur is varied. She has small, wide ears with rounded tips that have small marks from frostbite around the edges. Overall, Debris's body is fairly proportionate and average-sized. She looks a lot like her Abyssinian mother.
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Threads she is/was in:
The Day Is Here (Possum Gang & Moonshine)
Life Could Get No Better Than This (Possumclan)
A Snowball's Chance in Hell
Returning Home At Last (The Possum Gang)
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Figure Skater
Stink
Great Scott!
*screech*
Possum Party 2: Surprise Edition
A Nice Day
A Mission To Find Food (Paper Towel And Family)
A Family Field Trip
a place to spend the night.
Possum party!
Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Paper Towel. Cardboard Box. Socket. Stink. Snippet. Cedar. Honeyheart. Buckaroo. Moonshine. Has also met her mother and a few kittypets IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] One of the most important things to know about Debris is that she loves and cares about her family and would do anything for them.
Another is that Debris never wants to fight. She tells everyone it's because she cares about other cats and doesn't want to see them hurt, but that's not her main reason. Her family knows that she's really just not strong enough fight effectively and is too scared to. Her clumsiness doesn't help her fighting ability. If she's scared or frightened enough, she might faint or just freeze up. Her fib about just caring about everyone too much isn't exactly a lie, though. She does wish the best for cats in general and does her best to be kind. Around her family, friends, and cats noticeably younger than her, this can take on a motherly tone. To protect herself and the cats around her, Debris will tell white lies or construct a full-on web of tales, depending on what is necessary.
Despite the way she tries to take care of others, and the fact that she's technically and adult now, Debris is still not an adult. She particularly struggles with routine. She often finds herself dozing off in the middle of the day after staying up all night by accident. She grooms often, but never with any particular reason. She's just as likely to groom after hanging out all day as she is after jumping through puddles. Debris also doesn't have a good sense of direction, which occasionally causes her to get lost and spend the day trying to get back home. She will often touch cats without even thinking about it because she's used to brushing against her littermates all day. She also forgets a lot of words and will replace them with similar-sounding things or just relate them to something else.
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Likes: All of her siblings and her mother. Water. Playing pretend. Riding on other cats' backs. Late night. Leafbare.
Dislikes: Fights. _Fighting. ^{Getting into fights.} The thought of fights. Cats that mean harm to her or her family. Getting lost. Trying to keep track of routines. Numbness.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Debris was born along with her three sisters(Snippet, Cardboard Box, and Socket), brother(Paper Towel), and other sibling(Stink) in a dumpster near a train station. They never knew their father, and were raised by their mother Delphine until they were eight moons old, at which point she disappeared. Despite searching for her, the littermates don't know where she went. They now depend on each other and have a close family bond. Debris has just been hanging out near the train station, playing with trash and her littermates. At about ten moons old, she and her siblings met a rogue named Ceder. At twelve moons, Debris set up a birthday party and gave all of her siblings gifts. At fourteen moons old, her brother Paper Towel went to visit IvyClan with Ceder. Debris found her sibling Stink dead soon after that. Her sister Cardboard Box was trapped and taken by Twolegs when she was eighteen moons old, and Paper Towel returned with Cedar the next moon. At 20 moons old, she got lost after playing in the snow all day and got hypothermia. Aluminum Foil and Moonshine saved her, but she still lost her tail-tip and little parts around the edges of her ears to frostbite. She was still recovering when Aluminum Foil had her and Paper Towel's kits.

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Crush: None... Except maybe Buckaroo.
Mate: None.
Family: Unknown father, Delphine(missing mother), Snippet, Cardboard Box(missing), and Socket(all sisters), Paper Towel(brother), Stink(deceased sibling), Aluminum Foil(PT's mate, Debris's kind-of sister), Plastic Wrap, Eggshell(both PT's daughters), Butterfinger, Soy Sauce, Soda Can, Paper Plate(all PT's sons).

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Scorpio
Rogue scout- 14 moons- Male- Adventurous/Destructive- Heterosexual- Single

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Name: Scorpio

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Allegiance: The Anti-clan Alliance
Role: Scout rogue
Scent: The rogue group and his natural sharp scent usually accompanied by the smell of fresh-kill and cat blood.
Age: About 14 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Scorpio is a tom with short red fur that naturally sticks up because of a mutation. He has tabby markings and full rings distributed mostly evenly along his tail. His underside is covered in white where it goes from between his eyes to his hind legs. His red tabby fur runs down his front legs and stops just before his paws. His eyes have a pale green colour and a rounded almond shape, with a slightly smaller than average size. He has a thick tail that comes almost to a point near the tip. His nose and paw-pads are an intense pink. His ears are fairly short and come almost to a point before being rounded off at the ends. There are many scratches and claw marks across him most of the time.
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Threads he is/was in:

On The Edge

Anti-This and Anti-That

Distant Thunder
Discovery

The Storm Rages On

Let the Storm Come

A Great Journey?

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Honeyheart. Vulture. Patchfrost. Raptor. Lynxshade. Has probably met his family IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio recently has been swinging between anger, sadness, and emptiness. This has far more to do with his mood than personality, but this is what those that have just met him will most likely see. Moving on to his actual personality, Scorpio is very sure of his beliefs, dealing in absolutes and extremes. He has a very black-and-white mindset which may evolve but will never completely go away. He also usually has very intense emotions. He's not against throwing tantrums when he doesn't get his way.
He is also stubborn. Once he sets his mind to something you won't get him away from it. Once you burn a bridge you can't rebuild it, and he could hold a grudge from birth to death. Uncertainty is uncommon, and it's even less likely to be expressed aloud. He likes to amass favours and debts with others, but rarely cashes in on them unless he has to. They act as his fallback if he gets into some kind of trouble.
He values trust, honesty, and respect. Though "cold" isn't a word many would use to describe the tom, he is both cold and guarded toward those he doesn't yet trust. He especially dislikes cats that pretend to be someone or something they're not. He is bad at lying or faking his feelings. The rogue generally tries to respect others and expects to be respected in return. When Scorpio does trust and like a cat, that cat will have his unending loyalty. He has a secretive personality, and can extend this secret-keeping to others. He'll never break a promise to a friend.
If someone betrays Scorpio's trust or crosses him, he will turn vindictive and nasty. Going back to him being able to hold a grudge, this is a very bad thing for anyone on the receiving end. He will spread any secret he knows about the cat and do his best to ruin their life.
Scorpio has generally good instinct and a strategic mind. He is better at fighting than hunting, but doesn't have a passion for either of them. He prefers exploration and investigation. He is ten times more interested in anything or anyone if there's some element of mystery. He's learned very early on that cats dislike him staring, so sometimes pretends to be examining something else while he speaks to them. He also craves freedom. When he perceives someone as too controlling, he will become bitterly angry and defiant.
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Likes: Rocky and sandy areas. Mystery. Exploration. Freedom. Cats he can trust. Honesty. Puddles. Competition.
Dislikes: Scratchy moss. Lying. Not getting his way. Clan cats.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio was born to rogue mother Honeyheart and rogue father Alaric into the anti-clan alliance. His female littermates are Artemis and Hecate, and his male littermate is Orion. He has two older half-sisters named Hornet and Sting, one living older half-brother named Blaze, and one dead older half-brother named Lynx. He traveled with the rest of the rogue group away from the alley and into an abandoned house. At four moons old, he officially swore loyalty to the group. At six moons, he took part in a small attack patrol against MistClan which didn't end in anything very important. He spent most of his free time mentally mapping any territory he could and developing his natural skills with navigation. At ten moons old he accompanied his mother Honeyheart and a few other rogues on a hunting trip in MothClan for a few days, which ended when Patchfrost killed Honeyheart. Scorpio tried to kill Patchfrost briefly before realizing he couldn't win yet and taking Honeyheart away to be buried.
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Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Honeyheart(deceased mother), Alaric(father), Artemis(sister), Hecate(sister), Orion(brother), Hornet(older half-sister), Sting(older half-sister), Blaze(older half-brother), Lynx(deceased older half-brother), Lucifer(Hornet's son), Belial(Hornet's son), Batibat(Hornet's daughter), Kasdeya (Hornet's deceased daughter)..

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Mantispaw

MothClan- 10 moons- Female- Patriotic/Reckless

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Name: Mantispaw

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, prefers males
Clan: MothClan
Rank: Apprentice
Scent: MothClan, leaves, and her natural sharp scent.
Age: About 10 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mantispaw has short brown fur with noticeable black mackerel tabby stripes. Her underside is slightly lighter than the rest of her fur, with her stripes turning to spots. The stripes are also broken into spots near her hind legs. Her eyes, which have a wide rounded almond shape, are yellow. Looking at her slim build, long neck, and legs that seem to grow longer every day, cats wouldn't guess that she was a fighter. If they looked closer they might notice her long legs leading to long toes which lead to claws that can stretch well. It isn't taking long for her to gain strength. The widest point on her is her chest. Her ears are just a tad longer than average and end in rounded, darker tips. Her tail is an average length and thickness with a rounded end. She has a dark pink nose and long whiskers.
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Threads she is/was in:
Fox holes and border fights
Dawn of a New Day
Idle Paws
Colors and Promises
A Great Danger
It's Divine
Nuggets
Tiny Choices
Mantis See, Mantis Do
Definitely One Of Her Siblings
A Sweet Opportunity
Where the River Meets the Sea
Infestation

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Ruststripe. Eveningblaze, Weevilkit. Scorpionkit. Tinykit. Chick-kit. Milkberry. Pinetuft. Cinderleaf. Mudkit. Cypresspaw, Deerpaw. Cowpaw. Has met all of her siblings and much of the clan IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] There's a lot of room for discovery and growth as Mantispaw grows. Right now she is a playful and patriotic apprentice that loves her clan and waits happily for the day she has to fight for it. She will almost certainly get into fights before this day as well. The young she-cat enjoys fighting and often throws herself into risky situations for fun or lack of forethought. She loves every form of challenge, including debates, brawls, games, and puzzles. As well as stepping up to these challenges, she'll create them herself. She's the type to gather a group of friends and plan for them all to do something reckless together. Mantispaw is friendly and majorly extroverted. She's also aggressive in all physical activities, helpful in things like fighting but not hunting. Talking and fighting are her strong points. She lives in the moment, at least as a young cat, and enjoys being an apprentice no matter how eager she is to be a warrior. She currently focuses more on her social skills than on fighting.
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Likes: The nursery. The smell of milk. Her name. Play-fighting. Warmth. The smell after rain.
Dislikes: Staying still. Being ignored. Being cold or hungry.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Mantiskit was born to Ruststripe and Eveningblaze of MothClan along with brothers Weevilkit, Flykit, Hornkit, and Scorpionkit alongside sister Tickkit. She was at first jokingly named Buckkit by Ruststripe, but it was quickly changed to Mantiskit because "girl mantises are pretty badass". Hopefully, she will live up to this. At six moons old, she was named Mantispaw and apprentice to Pinetuft, which she was happy about. She was almost seven moons old when her mother and some other clanmates were trapped and taken by Twolegs. She had an eventful seventh moon with her first visit to the Gathering before her father Eveningblaze left to find the cats the Twolegs had taken.
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Mentor: Pinetuft
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Ruststripe(mother), Eveningblaze(father), Weevilpaw(brother), Flypaw(brother), Hornpaw(brother), Scorpionpaw(brother), Tickpaw(sister), Agavepaw(adopted sister), Cactuspaw(adopted brother), Susanpaw(adopted step-brother), Carrotpaw(adopted step-brother), Milkberry(aunt, in her mind).

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Carried Home user- 206 moons- Female- Creative/Procrastinator- Heterosexual- Married to RP

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Items

Used items:

-Cat Accessory: For Debris to wear the scent pouch she gave Stink.

-Swimming Lessons: For Scorpio.

-Language: So Vulture can understand dogs. He's slowly acquiring this skill.

-Increased Sense: For Vulture to have super vision in the form of an expanded field of view, so he can always know what you're doing.

Unused items:

-Cat Accessory: For when Vulture figures out what to use as his fake claws.

-Herb Knowledge: Because it was on sale. Probably for Pebbleshade or Vulture.

-Forbidden Litter: In case any of my clan outsiders hook up across a border. From Santa's Sleigh.

-Dark Forest Connection: For Pebbleshade.

More coming later? Maybe some of my art or links to stories.

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Last updated February 1, 2019.

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Debris

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Loner - 22 moons - Female - Caring/Cowardly - Bisexual - Single

Nicknames: Debbie/Debby/Deb

Scent: The smells of her littermates and general garbage seem to block out whatever her individual scent is.

Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Debris has a dark red ticked pelt with faint tabby stripes that mainly only show on her forehead. She has plain, rounded brown eyes, slightly smaller than the average cat's. Her tail is thick although the fur is often thin from being worn down by her repeated grooming, and there is a furless scar where the tip should be. The appearance of the rest of her fur is varied. She has small, wide ears with rounded tips that have small marks from frostbite around the edges. Overall, Debris's body is fairly proportionate and average-sized. She looks a lot like her Abyssinian mother.
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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] One of the most important things to know about Debris is that she loves and cares about her family and would do anything for them.
Another is that Debris never wants to fight. She tells everyone it's because she cares about other cats and doesn't want to see them hurt, but that's not her main reason. Her family knows that she's really just not strong enough fight effectively and is too scared to. Her clumsiness doesn't help her fighting ability. If she's scared or frightened enough, she might faint or just freeze up. Her fib about just caring about everyone too much isn't exactly a lie, though. She does wish the best for cats in general and does her best to be kind. Around her family, friends, and cats noticeably younger than her, this can take on a motherly tone. To protect herself and the cats around her, Debris will tell white lies or construct a full-on web of tales, depending on what is necessary.
Despite the way she tries to take care of others, and the fact that she's technically and adult now, Debris is still not an adult. She particularly struggles with routine. She often finds herself dozing off in the middle of the day after staying up all night by accident. She grooms often, but never with any particular reason. She's just as likely to groom after hanging out all day as she is after jumping through puddles. Debris also doesn't have a good sense of direction, which occasionally causes her to get lost and spend the day trying to get back home. She will often touch cats without even thinking about it because she's used to brushing against her littermates all day. She also forgets a lot of words and will replace them with similar-sounding things or just relate them to something else.
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Likes: All of her siblings and her mother. Water. Playing pretend. Riding on other cats' backs. Late night. Leafbare.
Dislikes: Fights. _Fighting. ^{Getting into fights.} The thought of fights. Cats that mean harm to her or her family. Getting lost. Trying to keep track of routines. Numbness.

Threads she is/was in:

• The Day Is Here (Possum Gang & Moonshine)
• Life Could Get No Better Than This (Possumclan)
• A Snowball's Chance in Hell
• Returning Home At Last (The Possum Gang)
  

The Day Is Here (Possum Gang & Moonshine)
Life Could Get No Better Than This (Possumclan)
A Snowball's Chance in Hell
Returning Home At Last (The Possum Gang)
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Figure Skater
Stink
Great Scott!
*screech*
Possum Party 2: Surprise Edition
A Nice Day
A Mission To Find Food (Paper Towel And Family)
A Family Field Trip
a place to spend the night.
Possum party!
Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Paper Towel. Cardboard Box. Socket. Stink. Snippet. Cedar. Honeyheart. Buckaroo. Moonshine. Has also met her mother and a few kittypets IC.

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History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Debris was born along with her three sisters(Snippet, Cardboard Box, and Socket), brother(Paper Towel), and other sibling(Stink) in a dumpster near a train station. They never knew their father, and were raised by their mother Delphine until they were eight moons old, at which point she disappeared. Despite searching for her, the littermates don't know where she went. They now depend on each other and have a close family bond. Debris has just been hanging out near the train station, playing with trash and her littermates. At about ten moons old, she and her siblings met a rogue named Ceder. At twelve moons, Debris set up a birthday party and gave all of her siblings gifts. At fourteen moons old, her brother Paper Towel went to visit IvyClan with Ceder. Debris found her sibling Stink dead soon after that. Her sister Cardboard Box was trapped and taken by Twolegs when she was eighteen moons old, and Paper Towel returned with Cedar the next moon. At 20 moons old, she got lost after playing in the snow all day and got hypothermia. Aluminum Foil and Moonshine saved her, but she still lost her tail-tip and little parts around the edges of her ears to frostbite. She was still recovering when Aluminum Foil had her and Paper Towel's kits.

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Crush: None... Except maybe Buckaroo.
Mate: None.
Family: Unknown father, Delphine(missing mother), Snippet, Cardboard Box(missing), and Socket(all sisters), Paper Towel(brother), Stink(deceased sibling), Aluminum Foil(PT's mate, Debris's kind-of sister), Plastic Wrap, Eggshell(both PT's daughters), Butterfinger, Soy Sauce, Soda Can, Paper Plate(all PT's sons).

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Scorpio

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Rogue scout - 14 moons - Male - Adventurous/Destructive- Heterosexual - Single

Name: Scorpio

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Allegiance: The Anti-clan Alliance
Role: Scout rogue
Scent: The rogue group and his natural sharp scent usually accompanied by the smell of fresh-kill and cat blood.
Age: About 14 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Scorpio is a tom with short red fur that naturally sticks up because of a mutation. He has tabby markings and full rings distributed mostly evenly along his tail. His underside is covered in white where it goes from between his eyes to his hind legs. His red tabby fur runs down his front legs and stops just before his paws. His eyes have a pale green colour and a rounded almond shape, with a slightly smaller than average size. He has a thick tail that comes almost to a point near the tip. His nose and paw-pads are an intense pink. His ears are fairly short and come almost to a point before being rounded off at the ends. There are many scratches and claw marks across him most of the time.
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Threads he is/was in:

On The Edge

Anti-This and Anti-That

Distant Thunder
Discovery

The Storm Rages On

Let the Storm Come

A Great Journey?

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Honeyheart. Vulture. Patchfrost. Raptor. Lynxshade. Has probably met his family IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio recently has been swinging between anger, sadness, and emptiness. This has far more to do with his mood than personality, but this is what those that have just met him will most likely see. Moving on to his actual personality, Scorpio is very sure of his beliefs, dealing in absolutes and extremes. He has a very black-and-white mindset which may evolve but will never completely go away. He also usually has very intense emotions. He's not against throwing tantrums when he doesn't get his way.
He is also stubborn. Once he sets his mind to something you won't get him away from it. Once you burn a bridge you can't rebuild it, and he could hold a grudge from birth to death. Uncertainty is uncommon, and it's even less likely to be expressed aloud. He likes to amass favours and debts with others, but rarely cashes in on them unless he has to. They act as his fallback if he gets into some kind of trouble.
He values trust, honesty, and respect. Though "cold" isn't a word many would use to describe the tom, he is both cold and guarded toward those he doesn't yet trust. He especially dislikes cats that pretend to be someone or something they're not. He is bad at lying or faking his feelings. The rogue generally tries to respect others and expects to be respected in return. When Scorpio does trust and like a cat, that cat will have his unending loyalty. He has a secretive personality, and can extend this secret-keeping to others. He'll never break a promise to a friend.
If someone betrays Scorpio's trust or crosses him, he will turn vindictive and nasty. Going back to him being able to hold a grudge, this is a very bad thing for anyone on the receiving end. He will spread any secret he knows about the cat and do his best to ruin their life.
Scorpio has generally good instinct and a strategic mind. He is better at fighting than hunting, but doesn't have a passion for either of them. He prefers exploration and investigation. He is ten times more interested in anything or anyone if there's some element of mystery. He's learned very early on that cats dislike him staring, so sometimes pretends to be examining something else while he speaks to them. He also craves freedom. When he perceives someone as too controlling, he will become bitterly angry and defiant.
Some aspects of Scorpio's personality are hypocritical. For example, he wants freedom and secrecy for himself, but likes to control situations and ask probing questions to others.[/style]
Likes: Rocky and sandy areas. Mystery. Exploration. Freedom. Cats he can trust. Honesty. Puddles. Competition.
Dislikes: Scratchy moss. Lying. Not getting his way. Clan cats.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio was born to rogue mother Honeyheart and rogue father Alaric into the anti-clan alliance. His female littermates are Artemis and Hecate, and his male littermate is Orion. He has two older half-sisters named Hornet and Sting, one living older half-brother named Blaze, and one dead older half-brother named Lynx. He traveled with the rest of the rogue group away from the alley and into an abandoned house. At four moons old, he officially swore loyalty to the group. At six moons, he took part in a small attack patrol against MistClan which didn't end in anything very important. He spent most of his free time mentally mapping any territory he could and developing his natural skills with navigation. At ten moons old he accompanied his mother Honeyheart and a few other rogues on a hunting trip in MothClan for a few days, which ended when Patchfrost killed Honeyheart. Scorpio tried to kill Patchfrost briefly before realizing he couldn't win yet and taking Honeyheart away to be buried.
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Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Honeyheart(deceased mother), Alaric(father), Artemis(sister), Hecate(sister), Orion(brother), Hornet(older half-sister), Sting(older half-sister), Blaze(older half-brother), Lynx(deceased older half-brother), Lucifer(Hornet's son), Belial(Hornet's son), Batibat(Hornet's daughter), Kasdeya (Hornet's deceased daughter)..

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Mantispaw

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MothClan- 10 moons- Female- Patriotic/Reckless- Bisexual- Single

Name: Mantispaw

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, prefers males
Clan: MothClan
Rank: Apprentice
Scent: MothClan, leaves, and her natural sharp scent.
Age: About 10 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mantispaw has short brown fur with noticeable black mackerel tabby stripes. Her underside is slightly lighter than the rest of her fur, with her stripes turning to spots. The stripes are also broken into spots near her hind legs. Her eyes, which have a wide rounded almond shape, are yellow. Looking at her slim build, long neck, and legs that seem to grow longer every day, cats wouldn't guess that she was a fighter. If they looked closer they might notice her long legs leading to long toes which lead to claws that can stretch well. It isn't taking long for her to gain strength. The widest point on her is her chest. Her ears are just a tad longer than average and end in rounded, darker tips. Her tail is an average length and thickness with a rounded end. She has a dark pink nose and long whiskers.
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Threads she is/was in:
Fox holes and border fights
Dawn of a New Day
Idle Paws
Colors and Promises
A Great Danger
It's Divine
Nuggets
Tiny Choices
Mantis See, Mantis Do
Definitely One Of Her Siblings
A Sweet Opportunity
Where the River Meets the Sea
Infestation

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Ruststripe. Eveningblaze, Weevilkit. Scorpionkit. Tinykit. Chick-kit. Milkberry. Pinetuft. Cinderleaf. Mudkit. Cypresspaw, Deerpaw. Cowpaw. Has met all of her siblings and much of the clan IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] There's a lot of room for discovery and growth as Mantispaw grows. Right now she is a playful and patriotic apprentice that loves her clan and waits happily for the day she has to fight for it. She will almost certainly get into fights before this day as well. The young she-cat enjoys fighting and often throws herself into risky situations for fun or lack of forethought. She loves every form of challenge, including debates, brawls, games, and puzzles. As well as stepping up to these challenges, she'll create them herself. She's the type to gather a group of friends and plan for them all to do something reckless together. Mantispaw is friendly and majorly extroverted. She's also aggressive in all physical activities, helpful in things like fighting but not hunting. Talking and fighting are her strong points. She lives in the moment, at least as a young cat, and enjoys being an apprentice no matter how eager she is to be a warrior. She currently focuses more on her social skills than on fighting.
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Likes: The nursery. The smell of milk. Her name. Play-fighting. Warmth. The smell after rain.
Dislikes: Staying still. Being ignored. Being cold or hungry.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Mantiskit was born to Ruststripe and Eveningblaze of MothClan along with brothers Weevilkit, Flykit, Hornkit, and Scorpionkit alongside sister Tickkit. She was at first jokingly named Buckkit by Ruststripe, but it was quickly changed to Mantiskit because "girl mantises are pretty badass". Hopefully, she will live up to this. At six moons old, she was named Mantispaw and apprentice to Pinetuft, which she was happy about. She was almost seven moons old when her mother and some other clanmates were trapped and taken by Twolegs. She had an eventful seventh moon with her first visit to the Gathering before her father Eveningblaze left to find the cats the Twolegs had taken.
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Mentor: Pinetuft
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Ruststripe(mother), Eveningblaze(father), Weevilpaw(brother), Flypaw(brother), Hornpaw(brother), Scorpionpaw(brother), Tickpaw(sister), Agavepaw(adopted sister), Cactuspaw(adopted brother), Susanpaw(adopted step-brother), Carrotpaw(adopted step-brother), Milkberry(aunt, in her mind).

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Buckleap

MistClan warrior- 48 moons- Male- Snarky/Unemotional

Heterosexual- Single

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Name: Buckleap

Past names: Buck, Buckpaw, Buckleap.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Clan: MistClan
Former Clan: A clan that lived on the moor, was skilled at running, and was known for enduring the often rainy or windy weather. They had secret tunnels running underground.
Rank: Warrior
Scent: MistClan, grass, and the forest, as well as his natural dull scent.
Age: About 48 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mackerel tabby with white belly, chest, chin, and paws. Short muted brown fur with light patches that sometimes look ginger. Average size. Not much visible bulk. Powerful legs, especially hind legs, and tough paw-pads. A few scratches here and there and some more noticeable scars but nothing huge or odd. The most faded scar is bite marks on his hind leg near the paw. Long ears. Yellow-tinted green eyes. Thick tail with rounded tip.
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Threads he is/was in:

For Just One Night

Water Grey, Like An Ocean Everywhere

Colors and Promises

Oh, Christmas Tree! (story)

Leaf's first lesson

The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood

Normal Cats, Normal Stone, Normal Day
Which Way The Wind Is Blowing

The Little Things

Not Out of the Woods

Another Meeting

Making a Habit

Strange Stone and Unnatural Cats

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Pebbleshade. Rose, Longwing, Milkberry, Petalpaw. Ruststripe, Heronflight. Eveningblaze. Brackenstar. Siren. Whiskey. Leafpaw. Silvermist.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Buckleap retains some of the friendliness he needed to get by as a loner, but has mostly settled back into indifference and snarky remarks. He doesn't think different clans really are all that different. He's just determined to stay in MistClan now he's there. Things don't usually get to him easily, so he finds it hard to understand why it's different for some other cats. He often sees cats that he thinks are over-emotional as annoying and less capable, and tries to avoid them. He has a dark sense of humor, and likes to make sarcastic remarks, but is rarely actually mean for no reason. If he accidentally crosses a line, he'll probably try to fix it. He can be sincere, serious, or fun in the right situations. He's an independent cat, and will try to deal with things himself until he really has to get help, or even past that point sometimes, since he has a bit of an issue with asking for help. Despite that, he thinks it's boring to be alone for long periods of time. [/style]
Likes: Almost all prey. Running for fun. Cats who can counter his remarks with wit. Tall yellow flowers.
Dislikes: Fish and deep water. Crowded places. Overly sensitive cats. Wandering aimlessly. Dependence on others. Roots. Forests. The rogue group in the Twolegplace. The Tribe of Ancient Roots.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]He was born and nursed in a burrow in a field, his mother looking after him and his littermates while his father hunted for the family. When the kits were about three moons old, the family started moving around to a lot of different areas. Their mother and father would go hunting at the same time, and the kits were left to occupy themselves. When they knew the basics of finding food and avoiding danger, their parents started to encourage them to find their own lives. At five moons old, he decided to stay with some cats in a Twolegplace. He found it overwhelming and crowded there, and would sometimes spend time in fields to get away from it all. Eventually, he stopped going back to the Twolegplace. After living on his own for a while, he got tired of not having any other cats around. He missed living with his family, although he wouldn't admit that, and wanted something similar. He found that in his first clan at nine moons old, although he doesn't have a family of his own. The clan taught him how to make use of his running talent as well as teaching him how to properly navigate underground tunnels. It disbanded when he was about 27 moons old, which came as a shock to him, and he traveled with Pebbleshade to the Twolegplace in this area. They hardly spoke while traveling together, and soon went their separate ways when they arrived. Buckleap wanted to join a clan, and spent a while trying to find out more about them. His first attempt at this was being led into MothClan territory by a small group of cats, but he was ordered out of the territory before he could ask to join. IvyClan was never really an option due to his desire for open spaces, but he tried to find out about them anyway and ended up lost in the forest when he was 32 moons old. He eventually got used to the loner lifestyle again. At 34 moons old, after 7 moons of being a loner, he finally joined MistClan. He quickly settled in. He was 40 moons old when the sun briefly went out and the full moon turned red, warning of the war with the tribe that he helped to fight at the Gathering. At 42 moons, he was made mentor to his first apprentice Leafpaw. Four moons later, he was in MistClan's camp when it flooded and did his best to get everyone out, personally carrying a few kits and helping Silvermist.
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Former mentor: Responsible, witty, grey tortoiseshell she-cat with vivid green eyes.
Apprentice: Leafpaw.
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Parents and littermates assumed alive, no contact with him.

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Pebbleshade

MistClan warrior- 43 moons- Male- Helpful/Distrustful

Heterosexual- Single

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Name: Pebbleshade
Past names: Possible unknown birth name, Pebblekit, Pebblepaw, possible unknown name given by Twoleg.
Gender: Male
Clan: MistClan

Previous clan: Distrustful clan known for living in a shadowy forest and using the trees and shadows to hunt, also known for attacking first and asking questions later.

Rank: Warrior
Scent: MistClan, moss, evergreen needles, and sometimes water, as well as his natural soft scent.
Age: about 43 moons.
Appearance: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mostly solid grey. Long fur. Smaller than average, but not drastically so. Rarely visible scar on right front leg. Tattooed numbers hidden behind right ear tuft. A few other small scars hidden under his fur. He's light, compact, and flexible. Pale green eyes.[/style]Pictures:[style=width:320px;height:250px;overflow:auto;]
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Personality: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Pebbleshade was comfortable with himself in MistClan until the blood moon battle, but has been worrying he's not able to protect them properly ever since. He cares about and is kind to every one of his clanmates, though he still doesn't make close friends easily.
He usually likes to quietly listen to things, from the sounds of the forest to the conversations of his clanmates. This can help him learn, which he's always interested in. He will only usually initiate an interaction if he doesn't feel that he's getting in someone's way. He can get lonely if he feels like nobody cares about him, and this could affect his self-worth as well. If he has friends that just don't spend time with him, he's fine making use of his alone time. If there's anything he can do to help, he will. He's also patient and not willing to give up easily on things. One of his major issues is his attitude towards outsiders, as he feels they have nothing in common with him and are and impossible to understand on an emotional level. He was forced to become what he'd consider an outsider when his clan fell, so feels a little sympathy for those with no choice. He usually believes solidly in StarClan and their powers but has recently started to doubt them.[/style]
Likes: Helping other cats he trusts or feels some connection to. Relaxing alone. Making friends. Learning. Hunting in the treetops. Shadows.
Dislikes: Cats outside of the clans and most other cats he can't understand. Cats and other things that hinder his clan. Big open places. Not knowing things. Struggling with beliefs. The Tribe of Ancient Roots.

History: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] His parents were loners that weren't ready to parent him. His mother brought him to the clan when he was two moons old and simply asked for them to take care of him. He doesn't remember his parents, and is happy that he got to grow up in that clan. He is no less a clan cat than any of those that were born there, and occasionally forgets that he wasn't. Becoming what he would consider an outsider was especially difficult for him because he's always felt outsiders had nothing in common with him, and therefore couldn't understand them or connect to them emotionally. Still, the way it was handled by the clan let him come to terms with it disbanding. He got out of the area as quickly as he could to avoid the vicious rogues that he'd heard had been hanging around, and ran into Buckleap instead. They had never met before, coming from different clans, but they decided to travel together for safety in numbers. Pebbleshade was relieved when they finally reached an area with clans again. He and Buckleap went their separate ways, and Pebbleshade realized he'd have to go through the Twolegplace to get near the clans. Easier said than done for a lifelong clan cat. He was promptly hit by a Twoleg riding a strange half-monster, then picked up by the same Twoleg and put in a cage inside a normal monster. This monster took him to another Twoleg, which he tried and failed to fight. Something strange was put on his injured front leg, and he was taken back to the same area he'd been hit in. He rejected everything the Twoleg gave him as the warrior code says warriors should. Eventually, he had to eat the food it gave him. After two and a half moons, he finally healed and managed to escape. He fled to the forest and hung around until he figured out that MistClan was very similar to his previous clan, at which point he approached the border and asked to join. At 29 moons, he became Flamepaw's mentor, and watched him become a warrior at 35 moons. That moon was the same one that the sun went briefly dark and the full moon turned red, warning of the devastating war with the tribe that he was in at the Gathering. At 39 moons, he was given Foxpaw to complete his training. He came home to the flood going on in MistClan at the end of the same moon and was helped out by Snowstorm and Tumblefoot after failing to save Cactusleap. Foxpaw was named Foxstride in the barn.
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Former mentor: Supportive, chunky, bluish-grey, British Shorthair young she-cat with copper eyes.
Apprentice: None.
Former apprentices: Flametail, Foxstride(for last 2 moons)
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Has no knowledge of any family.

Threads he is/was in:

For Just One Night

Homeward Bound

Prison Tat (story)

Just Keep Swimming

Water Grey, Like An Ocean Everywhere

Colors and Promises

Oh, Christmas Tree! (story)

The Sun will Turn Dark, and the Moon Will Turn into Blood

Lost Bottle Cap Boy, Wake up, You're Home...

Shadow and Shade
"Good" Morning
warning - this is not a test

Outsiders

"The pride of my night!!"

Feeling Aight

The Truth Is Out There

Making Friends

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Silverfang. Ravenwing. Flametail, Cherryheart. Hailstrike. Briardawn. Stoatwhisker. Swiftshadow. Daisypetals. Frostfall. Foxstride.

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Vulture

Hunter Rogue- 20 moons- Male- Controlling/Resourceful

Pansexual- Single

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Joining form here.

Name: Vulture
Gender: Male
Clan: None, part of the anti-clan alliance

Role: Hunter
Scent: Overwhelmingly crowfood, but also the rogue group, dust, sometimes birds and wood, and his fairly generic natural scent.
Age: about 20 moons

Other: Vulture has an expanded field of view which allows him to see further away and improves his peripheral vision.

Appearance: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Vulture is a short-haired chocolate mink with some white. His base fur colour is light brown. He has a splash of white on his chest that extends around the bottom of his neck and up as a spike to his forehead. All four of his paws are also white. The chocolate colour is darker around his eyes, ears, and tail. He has clear blue eyes. His claws are short but thick. His fur is usually ungrooomed or intentionally messy, with smudges or dried blood in his pelt, but it's never matted. There are many small scars on his pelt but nothing very noticeable.
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Personality: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Vulture has always wanted to be noticed and gain some kind of reputation with others. While it may not be his most prominent feature, wanting to control others has always been a motivating factor for Vulture, so it's probably good to mention upfront. A more innocent trait of his is using simple tools like rocks and the world around him to do everything from reaching a high place to fighting. He finds some use for everything because he believes that nothing, and no-one, should be wasted. This has lead to him being a bit of a hoarder and being very protective over a nest that looks more like a trash pile.

His tool use also shows his intelligence and creativity, but don't expect him to be good with words. Perhaps because he prefers to be a quiet observer and occasional spy, his communication skills are flimsy. He speaks through body language, expressions, and grunts more so than words. As he has matured, he's learned to control his body language, and is finally able to use it for the intimidation he craves. He doesn't actually enjoy the pain of others and will usually only cause it to achieve his goals, so he's still unsure how vicious he could really be. It's likely that Vulture, attacking without thoughts of the outcome, could be deadly. He will fight tooth and claw(though he believes his claws are too short to do much) to keep something he already has. Very few things disgust him.

He was opportunistic at a young age but that trait was stifled by indecisiveness and he now waits patiently for... something. He's not quite sure what it is but is sure that, with his constant surveillance, he'll catch it when it comes. He learned to be independent at a young age, though not quite as young as his peers, who seemed ready to be on their own from birth.

Meanwhile he has mild abandonment issues from constantly being ditched by his family members as a young cat. He feels inferior to many of those around him and to other cats he believes were born with something special. This inferiority leads to jealousy and anger that he will take out on anyone even tangentially related if given the chance. What he believes he wants the most is to be scary, so that he will be respected and listened to.[/style]
Likes: Feathers, birds, playing pretend, giving nicknames, sunbathing, his nest, being in control, ownership, watching dogs near the Twolegplace, spying on others.
Dislikes: Caterpillars, stinging nettles, thorns, things being wasted, being chased by dogs.

History: [style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Vulture's father is the rogue Eaglewing, and his mother is the kittypet Mocha. His littermates are Owl, Buzzard, Falcon, Hawk, and Chickadee. When he reluctantly gave up nursing, he started to live with his father in the rogue group full-time, with Mocha occasionally visiting. Vulture wanted to get out and explore the area, but was satisfied with sniffing around the few steps outside of the den and asking his father lots of questions. He was no longer content with hearing about the outside world from others after turning six moons, and looked around further and further from his home every opportunity he got. After choosing to become a hunter for the rogue group at six moons old, he started to venture out near the clans and find out how to feel about them. He learned a bit from watching them. After his father Eaglewing killed Lynx and was banished, Vulture left his den and moved into a small hole in a corner instead. He stayed kitlike until 8 moons old, when he hit a slightly overdue growth spurt. With more weight to throw around, he felt stronger. This forced independence along with a confidence boost did him well for a while, but he seemed to slip in this progress after the rogue group moved away from the alley and into the rotting den. He has mostly been avoiding his brother Buzzard and Buzzard's mate Hornet since she got pregnant, including avoiding their kits up to this point. He went on a group hunt in MothClan's territory with others in the alliance at 16 moons old and witnessed Honeyheart being killed by Patchfrost.
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Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Eaglewing(father), Mocha(mother), Owl, Buzzard, Falcon, Hawk (all brothers), Chickadee(sister), Chocolette(younger sister), Crystal(younger sister), (unnamed younger sister #3), Lucifer(Buzzard's son), Belial(Buzzard's son), Batibat(Buzzard's daughter), Kasdeya (Buzzard's deceased daughter).

Threads he is/was in:

Distant Thunder

Chilled Air

Control

Shadows

The Storm Rages On

Big Brother Is Watching You

alley cat strut

I've Been Watching You
Watch Out

A Great Journey?

Stolen Prey

Into the Woods

How To Strut Like A Tomcat

At Long Last

Plaything

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Buzzard, Rose, Chocolette. Honeyheart, Viper. Owlstar. Longstride. Muffy. Scorpio. Split. Has met his brothers, mother, and father IC.

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I'll be back to fix up this mess and add my two (or three) new babs soon.

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MAJOR WIP

RootClan/Tribe of Ancient Roots History

The briefest summary I can come up with: Nothing yet, folks! Come back later.

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Full timeline:

CREATION

[March 27, 2018] Three guides for the tribe were made:

A Guide to the Tribe Territory

A Guide to Tribe Names

A Guide to the Tribe

A description of the tribe was posted:

The Tribe of Ancient Roots

The Tribe of Ancient Roots was introduced to members.

Introducing the Tribe of Ancient Roots!

Ringtail made the Tribe's leader and healer. He's called Firstspeaker(short for Speaker of the First Cat), formerly Ash of Last Sun OOC.

Some Useless Trivia:

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Twenty-one other Tribe cats were made the same day: Sky That Bleeds Red, Night That Passes Slowly, Frost Creeping Over the Ground, Tree That Bends, Fish that cuts through Water, Snow that Falls from Sky, Talon of Diving Eagle, Roar of the Howling Wind, Flight of Restless Sparrow, Thunder of Coming Storm, Snake that Strikes Swiftly, Storm that Shatters Sky, Wolf That Stalks Through Mist, Coyote That Hunts At Dawn, Duck that Glides Through River, Moss that Grows on Trees, Sky of Endless Stars, Sun at Night's End, Moth that Lands on Oak, Willow That Sways Gently, and Shadow That Creeps Stealthily.

For those curious, that's almost 30% of the number RootClan has at the time of me writing this, though only six of them are the same cats.

They are: Night that Passes Slowly/Slownight, Talon of Diving Eagle/Talondive, Storm that Shatters Sky/Shatterstorm, Coyote That Hunts At Dawn/Coyotedawn, Sky of Endless Stars/Skyend, Sun At Night's End/Nightend

SOME FIRSTS

[April 1, 2018] The first RP thread made for the Tribe was "Good Morning, Tribe!. It wasn't an April Fools Day joke. Lots of character dynamics were introduced, but nothing really important in the grand scheme of things.

[April 2, 2018] High Rank Applications - Tribe Healer To-Be

Eight applications were posted. Chickenbatnana's Stream of Silver Stars was chosen.

[May 9, 2018] In The First Of Many, the first role-played Telling took place. Nothing overly important happened.

[May 26, 2018] The first Tribe kits were bred in "Frost & Handsome Stranger", to Frost Creeping Over the Ground and the Love Potion item.

[May 29, 2018] The kits were rolled by Chickenbatnana three days later, as the Time Machine item allowed at the time. There were four kits, all living.

[May 30, 2018] The kits were adopted out in "Frost Tribe Babbies!" Thanks to Luptacco's good humor, the father is listed as "Unknown Hunk".

THINGS GO WRONG

[June 6, 2018] In the second Tribe ceremonies, "Gather My Children, It's Time To Play", Firstspeaker was noted to be exhausted.

[June 8, 2018] In "All my sins need holy water", the prey-hunter Doe that Lives in Forest fell into Swiftwater, the dangerous river that runs through Tribe territory and eventually leads to clan territory. She died at sixteen moons old.

In "All Washed Up", Doe's body had floated down the river and ended up in MistClan's camp. The cats that found it speculated that she might be a loner or rogue, or be from MothClan or IvyClan, but none of those explanations seemed to add up.

The night after Doe's body was found, canonically after "Patrol for Answers", Doe came to deliver "An Omen to Remember" to Silverfang in her dreams. She told Silverfang how to get to the Tribe and plead for them to find her mate, Talon, to tell him she was okay. In "A Message", Silverfang shared the first part of this with Bearstar.

[June 11, 2018] In "A starry connection", Firstspeaker got a message from Doe. She warned him that there were other "tribes" down the river and delivered the prophecy, "Mist shrouds over Ivy that hides the Moth".

The same day Doe's body was found, a "Patrol for Answers" went to find out if either of the other clans had recently lost a cat matching Doe's description. A MistClan warrior confirmed that they hadn't, and MothClan presumably said the same.

[June 21, 2018] "Stream, It is Time To Train." Firstspeaker began to teach his to-be, Stream. She seemed unimpressed with the whole affair. While Firstspeaker taught her the Tribe's history and spoke of their ancestors, Stream questioned why she had to wake up so early and why cats should respect all the other creatures of the forest.

[July 3, 2018] In the story "This is a thread where i kill off characters oops", Heron that Snaps at Fish was killed by "a hawk or something", and Moth Lands on Oak was killed by "hawks everywhere somehow", shortly after the two had confessed their love for each other. Yes, they did actually die. Yes, Firstspeaker gave them a beautiful eulogy at the next Telling. No, it didn't affect anything, but I feel it's a rich piece of Tribe history that deserves to be appreciated.

[July 4, 2013] "ıllıllı Minus Two, Plus Nine ıllıllı" was the next Telling.

[July 20, 2018] In "Down to Business", Mothstar suggested a plan to send six cats, two from each clan, to investigate the Tribe. Sabletail agreed in Bearstar's place, Silverfang refused to leave her young apprentice to care for the clan alone, and the details were arranged. Mothstar explained it, "I propose that our chosen warriors gather at the very top of MistClan territory by the river on the next night where there is no moon in the sky. They will then follow the river together - working as if they were one clan instead of three."

This post also contains the legendary quote, "My suggestion would be MistClan's Silverfang, as Cedarleap has short legs and therefore would be useless during a long journey and, though she seems to be the best at walking among the medicine cats, I quite frankly do not like Larkbeat."- Mothstar

[August 1, 2018] "Tribe Plot is Underway!" M'Lady mentioned that the Tribe vs. clans plot was beginning.

"A journey like no other" had started, with the six chosen cats making their way to the Tribe, along with the stowaway Petalpaw of MistClan. IvyClan picked Rookheart and Mudjaw, MistClan picked Swanfur and Sootheart, and MothClan picked Pouncefox and Bleakbelly.

[August 10-22, 2018] "Scattered Petals". Petalpaw, having lost track of the other patrol, followed the river instead and managed to arrive in Tribe territory before them. Talon found and challenged her. He told her to go home, then quickly realized how useful a hostage could be if there were more cats coming, so ordered her to come with him back to Stonehome to see Firstspeaker. When confronted by Firstspeaker, Petalpaw claimed to be Petalstar, leader of MistClan. Firstspeaker didn't believe that she was a leader or healer of any kind, but decided to keep her as a prisoner anyway. He sent her to be guarded by home-guards in the vine climbing room of Stonehome.

*Read the next one down before this one VVV

[August 15, 2018] In "Take Me To Your Leader":

[style=height:200px;overflow:auto;]The group of cats that were originally sent out to find the Tribe arrived at their destination. Rookheart, who was leading the patrol at that point, stopped when they came to an area that seemed too quiet, and commented on it. A home-guard called Flight of Restless Sparrow was leading a patrol at the same time, and hissed at the group when she saw them that they should go back where they came from, or else. Swanfur unsheathed her claws in case something bad happened and demanded to know who the Tribe cats were. Fire that Scorches the Sky, a young home-guard with sparse and wiry fur, saw that some of the clan cats were a bit wet from the journey and greeted them with the pun, "Might I ask 'water' you doing here?", which went criminally unappreciated.

Talon soon arrived arrived, as he'd heard the Tribe cats confront the clan cats. He told the clan cats that they couldn't have "MistClan's leader" back because she knew too much about the Tribe, which he wanted to stay hidden. Swanfur and Rookheart both wondered how they had gotten Bearstar. Mudjaw wondered if one of the rogues had told the Tribe lies, but didn't say this. He introduced all of the clan cats to Talon and said that they had found a cat that looked just like a Tribe cat, referencing Doe. In response to the clan names that Mudjaw had said, a prey-hunter named Snow that Falls from Sky whispered the words to the prophecy they'd been given, "Mist shrouds ivy that hides the moth...". She said that it was time to fetch Firstspeaker, and her to-be Red Pine Bough in Wind raced off to get him, so she followed.

Fire reached out to touch Bleakbelly's fluffy pelt and asked with a straight face if he was a cloud. Rookheart hissed and batted her paw away from Bleakbelly, claws unsheathed, and defensively demanded to know who Firstspeaker was and what the Tribe cats had done with Bearstar. Bleakbelly accused the Tribe cats of lying about having Bearstar, then confronted Fire to scold her for touching him. Mudjaw growled and lunged forward at Fire with a warning growl, but Talon stepped protectively in front of her. Talon and Mudjaw were locked in fighting positions for a few moments before Talon reminded Mudjaw that the clan cats had invaded the Tribe's territory, and that home-guards such as himself were trained to fight large predators. Mudjaw backed down. Fire had jumped back in surprise and confusion as the clan cats were hostile toward her, but, gaining a confidence boost from Talon's protection, teased, "I don't think we got off on a very paw-sitive note."

Firstspeaker, who was not supposed to leave Stonehome due to being both the Tribe's healer and leader, had followed Snow and Red back to where the clan cats were when Snow told him that their clan's names fit the prophecy. Coyote that Hunts at Dawn came too, to protect them. Firstpeaker flicked his tail to signal to the home-guards to hold their places, then his left paw to tell prey-hunters to back up as a secondary defense. He recited the prophecy and introduced himself to the clans cats, then immediately demanded to know why they were there, threatening for them to be chased until exhaustion and possibly killed on sight if they refused to answer. With a calm composure, he paced around the clan cats, looking them over. Firstspeaker noted that Mudjaw and Bleakbelly looked like a hawk and an eagle, respectively, which he had apparently gotten a prophecy about at some point recently. The others didn't remind him of the prophecy at all, except maybe Swanfur, because she was as white as an eagle's head.

Sootheart, who had so far been silent, stepped forward to pass on the message that Silverfang had been given by Doe. "Doe said to tell Talon that she’s okay, that her death wasn’t painful and that she’s at peace now."
Firstspeaker nodded at the message, then looked at Bleakbelly, his eyes narrowing in disgust, as Bleakbelly respectfully asked where the Tribe's medicine cat was because he wanted his cracked paw-pad looked at. Firstspeaker repeated that he was the Tribe's leader, wondering what a medicine cat was. He made it clear that the Tribe didn't want the clan cats in the area, but said that, for now, they would speak with him and Talon about Doe.

Pouncefox pushed his way to the front of the group of clan cats and was incredibly rude, snorting in Firstspeaker's face. His words are the only accurate depiction of that disaster. "Oh come on, we traveled AGES to get here, just so we could give you some stupid news about one of your stupid warriors!? Now, treat my good friend here immediately or I will shred your ears. You ought to be hospitable to us noble warriors who so graciously brought you vital news."
Firstspeaker snorted back, told Pouncefox that the clan cats should tend to their own injuries, and swiped him across the face. He made a new rule that no Tribe cats were "allowed to poke their noses or tails near these strangers". They would be watched by the home-guards throughout their stay.[/style]

[August 23, 2018] Canonically before "Take Me To Your Leader". Stream, Firstspeaker's to-be, decided to visit Petalpaw for a "Very Diplomatic Meeting™". She brought a mouse and convinced the home-guard that was watching the prisoner to let her in, then offered the prey to Petalpaw. After checking that everyone else had already eaten, Petalpaw happily accepted. Stream thought that Firstspeaker was too quick to assume the clans wanted war. She also thought that Petalpaw looked like a weasel. Being her usual honest self, she voiced both of these thoughts. She and Petalpaw(still pretending to be Petalstar) were friendly toward each other.

[September 5, 2018] The next Telling was "𝕋𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕟𝔾 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕆𝕟𝕠 ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕃", reading "TollonG LocOno CooL" for those that bbcode doesn't show up for. [I'll be back to summarize this later on.] ¹⁰

A note about the name:

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The title was born from a conversation on Discord that basically boils down to Ringtail not knowing what to name the Telling thread, and saying it was tempting to just name it "Lacuna Coil is a Great Band". After Chicken Batnana suggested "the tellong: retorn of the forstspeakor", Ringtail replied "Tellong: Lacuna Coil", and LupTacco corrected "*Locona". Chicken Batnana bounced back with "tollong locono cool" which, of course, then became the title. I missed this conversation and assumed it was a song or another language or something for WAY TOO LONG.

[September 19, 2018] In "Pesticides Kill Flowers"

[January 12, 2019] A link to a survey was posted in the Discord. One of the questions was "If there was a sitewide plot involving the tribe Moving near the clans and try to become a clan itself would you want this?"

[Fireflake]

Debris

Loner- 22 moons- Female- Caring/Cowardly- Bisexual- Single

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Joining form here.

Name: Debris

Nicknames: Debbie/Debby/Deb
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Clan: PossumClan! Jk, she's a loner.
Rank: Loner
Scent: The smells of her littermates and general garbage seem to block out whatever her individual scent is.
Age: About 22 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Debris has a dark red ticked pelt with faint tabby stripes that mainly only show on her forehead. She has plain, rounded brown eyes, slightly smaller than the average cat's. Her tail is thick although the fur is often thin from being worn down by her repeated grooming, and there is a furless scar where the tip should be. The appearance of the rest of her fur is varied. She has small, wide ears with rounded tips that have small marks from frostbite around the edges. Overall, Debris's body is fairly proportionate and average-sized. She looks a lot like her Abyssinian mother.
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Threads she is/was in:
The Day Is Here (Possum Gang & Moonshine)
Life Could Get No Better Than This (Possumclan)
A Snowball's Chance in Hell
Returning Home At Last (The Possum Gang)
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Figure Skater
Stink
Great Scott!
*screech*
Possum Party 2: Surprise Edition
A Nice Day
A Mission To Find Food (Paper Towel And Family)
A Family Field Trip
a place to spend the night.
Possum party!
Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Paper Towel. Cardboard Box. Socket. Stink. Snippet. Cedar. Honeyheart. Buckaroo. Moonshine. Has also met her mother and a few kittypets IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] One of the most important things to know about Debris is that she loves and cares about her family and would do anything for them.
Another is that Debris never wants to fight. She tells everyone it's because she cares about other cats and doesn't want to see them hurt, but that's not her main reason. Her family knows that she's really just not strong enough fight effectively and is too scared to. Her clumsiness doesn't help her fighting ability. If she's scared or frightened enough, she might faint or just freeze up. Her fib about just caring about everyone too much isn't exactly a lie, though. She does wish the best for cats in general and does her best to be kind. Around her family, friends, and cats noticeably younger than her, this can take on a motherly tone. To protect herself and the cats around her, Debris will tell white lies or construct a full-on web of tales, depending on what is necessary.
Despite the way she tries to take care of others, and the fact that she's technically and adult now, Debris is still not an adult. She particularly struggles with routine. She often finds herself dozing off in the middle of the day after staying up all night by accident. She grooms often, but never with any particular reason. She's just as likely to groom after hanging out all day as she is after jumping through puddles. Debris also doesn't have a good sense of direction, which occasionally causes her to get lost and spend the day trying to get back home. She will often touch cats without even thinking about it because she's used to brushing against her littermates all day. She also forgets a lot of words and will replace them with similar-sounding things or just relate them to something else.
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Likes: All of her siblings and her mother. Water. Playing pretend. Riding on other cats' backs. Late night. Leafbare.
Dislikes: Fights. _Fighting. ^{Getting into fights.} The thought of fights. Cats that mean harm to her or her family. Getting lost. Trying to keep track of routines. Numbness.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Debris was born along with her three sisters(Snippet, Cardboard Box, and Socket), brother(Paper Towel), and other sibling(Stink) in a dumpster near a train station. They never knew their father, and were raised by their mother Delphine until they were eight moons old, at which point she disappeared. Despite searching for her, the littermates don't know where she went. They now depend on each other and have a close family bond. Debris has just been hanging out near the train station, playing with trash and her littermates. At about ten moons old, she and her siblings met a rogue named Ceder. At twelve moons, Debris set up a birthday party and gave all of her siblings gifts. At fourteen moons old, her brother Paper Towel went to visit IvyClan with Ceder. Debris found her sibling Stink dead soon after that. Her sister Cardboard Box was trapped and taken by Twolegs when she was eighteen moons old, and Paper Towel returned with Cedar the next moon. At 20 moons old, she got lost after playing in the snow all day and got hypothermia. Aluminum Foil and Moonshine saved her, but she still lost her tail-tip and little parts around the edges of her ears to frostbite. She was still recovering when Aluminum Foil had her and Paper Towel's kits.

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Crush: None... Except maybe Buckaroo.
Mate: None.
Family: Unknown father, Delphine(missing mother), Snippet, Cardboard Box(missing), and Socket(all sisters), Paper Towel(brother), Stink(deceased sibling), Aluminum Foil(PT's mate, Debris's kind-of sister), Plastic Wrap, Eggshell(both PT's daughters), Butterfinger, Soy Sauce, Soda Can, Paper Plate(all PT's sons).

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Scorpio
Rogue scout- 14 moons- Male- Adventurous/Destructive- Heterosexual- Single

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Joining form here.

Name: Scorpio

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Allegiance: The Anti-clan Alliance
Role: Scout rogue
Scent: The rogue group and his natural sharp scent usually accompanied by the smell of fresh-kill and cat blood.
Age: About 14 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Scorpio is a tom with short red fur that naturally sticks up because of a mutation. He has tabby markings and full rings distributed mostly evenly along his tail. His underside is covered in white where it goes from between his eyes to his hind legs. His red tabby fur runs down his front legs and stops just before his paws. His eyes have a pale green colour and a rounded almond shape, with a slightly smaller than average size. He has a thick tail that comes almost to a point near the tip. His nose and paw-pads are an intense pink. His ears are fairly short and come almost to a point before being rounded off at the ends. There are many scratches and claw marks across him most of the time.
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Threads he is/was in:

On The Edge

Anti-This and Anti-That

Distant Thunder
Discovery

The Storm Rages On

Let the Storm Come

A Great Journey?

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats he's met: Honeyheart. Vulture. Patchfrost. Raptor. Lynxshade. Has probably met his family IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio recently has been swinging between anger, sadness, and emptiness. This has far more to do with his mood than personality, but this is what those that have just met him will most likely see. Moving on to his actual personality, Scorpio is very sure of his beliefs, dealing in absolutes and extremes. He has a very black-and-white mindset which may evolve but will never completely go away. He also usually has very intense emotions. He's not against throwing tantrums when he doesn't get his way.
He is also stubborn. Once he sets his mind to something you won't get him away from it. Once you burn a bridge you can't rebuild it, and he could hold a grudge from birth to death. Uncertainty is uncommon, and it's even less likely to be expressed aloud. He likes to amass favours and debts with others, but rarely cashes in on them unless he has to. They act as his fallback if he gets into some kind of trouble.
He values trust, honesty, and respect. Though "cold" isn't a word many would use to describe the tom, he is both cold and guarded toward those he doesn't yet trust. He especially dislikes cats that pretend to be someone or something they're not. He is bad at lying or faking his feelings. The rogue generally tries to respect others and expects to be respected in return. When Scorpio does trust and like a cat, that cat will have his unending loyalty. He has a secretive personality, and can extend this secret-keeping to others. He'll never break a promise to a friend.
If someone betrays Scorpio's trust or crosses him, he will turn vindictive and nasty. Going back to him being able to hold a grudge, this is a very bad thing for anyone on the receiving end. He will spread any secret he knows about the cat and do his best to ruin their life.
Scorpio has generally good instinct and a strategic mind. He is better at fighting than hunting, but doesn't have a passion for either of them. He prefers exploration and investigation. He is ten times more interested in anything or anyone if there's some element of mystery. He's learned very early on that cats dislike him staring, so sometimes pretends to be examining something else while he speaks to them. He also craves freedom. When he perceives someone as too controlling, he will become bitterly angry and defiant.
Some aspects of Scorpio's personality are hypocritical. For example, he wants freedom and secrecy for himself, but likes to control situations and ask probing questions to others.[/style]
Likes: Rocky and sandy areas. Mystery. Exploration. Freedom. Cats he can trust. Honesty. Puddles. Competition.
Dislikes: Scratchy moss. Lying. Not getting his way. Clan cats.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Scorpio was born to rogue mother Honeyheart and rogue father Alaric into the anti-clan alliance. His female littermates are Artemis and Hecate, and his male littermate is Orion. He has two older half-sisters named Hornet and Sting, one living older half-brother named Blaze, and one dead older half-brother named Lynx. He traveled with the rest of the rogue group away from the alley and into an abandoned house. At four moons old, he officially swore loyalty to the group. At six moons, he took part in a small attack patrol against MistClan which didn't end in anything very important. He spent most of his free time mentally mapping any territory he could and developing his natural skills with navigation. At ten moons old he accompanied his mother Honeyheart and a few other rogues on a hunting trip in MothClan for a few days, which ended when Patchfrost killed Honeyheart. Scorpio tried to kill Patchfrost briefly before realizing he couldn't win yet and taking Honeyheart away to be buried.
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Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Honeyheart(deceased mother), Alaric(father), Artemis(sister), Hecate(sister), Orion(brother), Hornet(older half-sister), Sting(older half-sister), Blaze(older half-brother), Lynx(deceased older half-brother), Lucifer(Hornet's son), Belial(Hornet's son), Batibat(Hornet's daughter), Kasdeya (Hornet's deceased daughter)..

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Mantispaw

MothClan- 10 moons- Female- Patriotic/Reckless

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Name: Mantispaw

Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual, prefers males
Clan: MothClan
Rank: Apprentice
Scent: MothClan, leaves, and her natural sharp scent.
Age: About 10 moons.
Appearance:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] Mantispaw has short brown fur with noticeable black mackerel tabby stripes. Her underside is slightly lighter than the rest of her fur, with her stripes turning to spots. The stripes are also broken into spots near her hind legs. Her eyes, which have a wide rounded almond shape, are yellow. Looking at her slim build, long neck, and legs that seem to grow longer every day, cats wouldn't guess that she was a fighter. If they looked closer they might notice her long legs leading to long toes which lead to claws that can stretch well. It isn't taking long for her to gain strength. The widest point on her is her chest. Her ears are just a tad longer than average and end in rounded, darker tips. Her tail is an average length and thickness with a rounded end. She has a dark pink nose and long whiskers.
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Threads she is/was in:
Fox holes and border fights
Dawn of a New Day
Idle Paws
Colors and Promises
A Great Danger
It's Divine
Nuggets
Tiny Choices
Mantis See, Mantis Do
Definitely One Of Her Siblings
A Sweet Opportunity
Where the River Meets the Sea
Infestation

Sorted from most recently made to least recently made.

Cats she's met: Ruststripe. Eveningblaze, Weevilkit. Scorpionkit. Tinykit. Chick-kit. Milkberry. Pinetuft. Cinderleaf. Mudkit. Cypresspaw, Deerpaw. Cowpaw. Has met all of her siblings and much of the clan IC.

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Personality:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;] There's a lot of room for discovery and growth as Mantispaw grows. Right now she is a playful and patriotic apprentice that loves her clan and waits happily for the day she has to fight for it. She will almost certainly get into fights before this day as well. The young she-cat enjoys fighting and often throws herself into risky situations for fun or lack of forethought. She loves every form of challenge, including debates, brawls, games, and puzzles. As well as stepping up to these challenges, she'll create them herself. She's the type to gather a group of friends and plan for them all to do something reckless together. Mantispaw is friendly and majorly extroverted. She's also aggressive in all physical activities, helpful in things like fighting but not hunting. Talking and fighting are her strong points. She lives in the moment, at least as a young cat, and enjoys being an apprentice no matter how eager she is to be a warrior. She currently focuses more on her social skills than on fighting.
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Likes: The nursery. The smell of milk. Her name. Play-fighting. Warmth. The smell after rain.
Dislikes: Staying still. Being ignored. Being cold or hungry.

History:[style=width:320px;height:100px;overflow:auto;]Mantiskit was born to Ruststripe and Eveningblaze of MothClan along with brothers Weevilkit, Flykit, Hornkit, and Scorpionkit alongside sister Tickkit. She was at first jokingly named Buckkit by Ruststripe, but it was quickly changed to Mantiskit because "girl mantises are pretty badass". Hopefully, she will live up to this. At six moons old, she was named Mantispaw and apprentice to Pinetuft, which she was happy about. She was almost seven moons old when her mother and some other clanmates were trapped and taken by Twolegs. She had an eventful seventh moon with her first visit to the Gathering before her father Eveningblaze left to find the cats the Twolegs had taken.
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Mentor: Pinetuft
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Family: Ruststripe(mother), Eveningblaze(father), Weevilpaw(brother), Flypaw(brother), Hornpaw(brother), Scorpionpaw(brother), Tickpaw(sister), Agavepaw(adopted sister), Cactuspaw(adopted brother), Susanpaw(adopted step-brother), Carrotpaw(adopted step-brother), Milkberry(aunt, in her mind).