Doff's Character Shack

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>>WELCOME! to my character shack where I will be posting the into depth biography of each one of my characters. The characters will be uploaded in the order in which they have been created. Please expect a large amount of time before way biography is done, however!
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>characters are due to go through name changes throughout their life when rising through the ranks. Instead of every three months going through and changing all the names, I will leave them be. If you see a kit name for a warrior in their personality it just means they never developed enough into a new personality for me to go back and retype it. If i do manage to retype a personality, the current will start at the first mention of their warrior name. The kit/apprentice will keep their old typed personality above the current. If a warrior happens to go through a personality change, than I will edit it to make the former past tense.

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GREYEARS


Greyears is a current member of Ivyclan. He is one hundred and forty three moons old, and currently holds the position of an elder.

He is a large, grey, tabby tom with white that travels down to cover his chest and underbelly. The same white can also be seen on his paws. His eyes are a medium brown colour, and his paw pads, nose, and inside of his ears are a light pink colour. His fur is short and slightly messy.

His personality is impatient, arrogant, and extremely lazy. The majority of the day he spends asleep, and Starclan can't even save you from his wrath if you happen to wake him up during those times. While sleeping, his favourite spot to lay is on a boulder, relatively close to the Elder's Den, where most everyday, a beam of light shines down upon it, warming the stone. If a warrior or anybody above that rank wakes him up, depending on  the reason, he will have a little bit more patience with them. If they wake him without reason, or if a kit or apprentice were to, Starclan save them. Sometimes, although he won't accept the fact, he wakes himself up with his loud and constant snoring. He is very impatient when it comes to waiting, and will often complain and speak snide comments to everybody in particular until somebody sees to his needs. Even when they do, he isn't always grateful and my insult them for taking so long. If he were to pick what he hated the most, it would certainly be kits. He has no patience for their rambunctiousness, and their noise always keeps him awake from his beauty sleep. He will never play with them, and yells if they get too close. This is mostly because they annoy him and because he feels as if they carry no respect for him, their elder, but also is due to the fact that he has mild pediaphobia. This is also why he has never had kits or a mate. It may be true that he hates kits, but at the same time, he will tolerate the rare kit that doesn't get on his nerves. However, once they screw it up and annoy him at least once, he'll be sure to let them know and cause them grief. No second chances allowed. He certainly is one to hold a grudge until the end of time. Although he doesn't have much in the way of friends, Greyears does in fact carry respect for some members of Ivyclan. However, this has to be earned, and some may not even receive it, no matter how hard they try, depending on moral beliefs, blood status, and how they have treated him in the past. Anybody who carries his respect will not be 'buddies' with him, and the majority of the time he won't even show it. Even if you carry his respect, he will still be rude and throw snide comments towards you. Usually, the only difference is his patience level, being a little less rude, and considering suggestions posed towards him. Another thing about Greyears is that he views himself as higher than others. Technically, he sees himself as a god who deserves to be taken care of: fleas cracked, meals fetched, nests cleaned, and respect at all times. Especially when it comes to his sleep schedule. He believes that since he worked hard to respect his elders when he was younger, the youth of the clan should too. Feeling as he is entitled to everything his heart desires, he has no wish to return to his youth. The only true connection to it he has is his belief that he can still shread anybody in a fight. However, he is certain that the clan is conspiring against him and wants him dead. His proof includes late meals, to starve him to death; thorns in his bedding, to stab him to death; wet bedding, to drown him to death; and so on. He takes care of this by complaining to the higher ups and frequently stating that 'he's not going anywhere anytime soon.' A strong believer of Starclan, he downgrades anybody who doesn't share the same faith. In addition, he looks down upon kittypets, and downgrades both half-kittypets and half-clan cats. If you weren't born into the clan, you don't have the Warrior Blood needed to survive.

When he was younger, Greyears saw himself as quite the perfect warrior, slightly leading back to his issues of pride. From his days as a kit, he had always taken a liking to the clan's elders. Greykit, at this time, spent most of his days listening to their stories and helping out with the chores he could do for them. When he reached his days of apprenticehood, he trained his best to become a warrior, but still made time to spend with his new, adopted family. His size and build granted him more strength than stealth. In his prime youth, he was a very formidable opponent in battle. Although respected, he was never any cat's friend. Although not as severe, Greyears had carried the majority of his current traits: arrogant, prideful, and often rude at times. He was too a too serious, straight-to-the-point cat, and never took the time to settle down with a mate. Not many looked at him to be a mate, partially due to the fact that he was cold and rough around children, due to his pediaphobia and the annoyance of children. If there were ever any she-cats who saw him as more, he never acknowledged it. As he grew older and older, he grew more and more crankier. Finally retiring to the Elder's Den, Greyears had discovered his true meaning of life to be sleeping, snapping, and sunning. However, when the fire struck the camp, Greyears was forced to retreat to the lake. The inhalation of smoke severely damaged his lungs. Although his home was destroyed, Greyears was against the idea to leave the mountain and spoke out against it. His efforts were fruitless and he soon traveled down the mountain with Mistclan, dodged the earthquake, and survived to see the clan's new home. Here he has lived grieving for the next couple moons, angry with the rogue Honeyheart since he believes she kitnapped and killed the young child he grew close to, Sunkit. In addition, his last living family member and niece, Jaysong, left Ivyclan and joined Mothclan. When the sickness similar to Redcough spread throughout all three clans, Greyears caught it leaving him dying in Larkbeat's den where he began making amends with his rival, Shadowgaze.

Greyear's favourite season is Greenleaf, and his least favourite season is Leafbare. His favourite food is a sparrow, and his least favourite food is rabbit. His favourite time of day is sunhigh, and his least favourite time of day is sunset. *enter more funfacts here*

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CHLOE

Chloe is a current member of twolegplace. She is twenty three moons old, and currently holds the position of a kittypet.

She is a sphynx cat of usual build, leaving her rendered hairless if it wasn't for the little bit of peach fuzz coating her skin. The colour of her skin and fuzz is a light pink colour with a couple light grey patches on it. Her stomach is a little too rounded because of her constant supply of food. Her eyes are a pale yellow colour. Chloe often wears a collar of the colour blue. This collar has name tags on it that often jingle when she moves. In addition, to cover her skin, her twolegs constantly dress her in multiple different types of sweaters and outfits.

Being a kittypet, Chloe is often curious about the world outside of twolegplace, but doesn't leave to explore it that often. She would rather be safe at her home, loved on by her housefolk. She hears stories of wild cats, or 'strays', but doesn't know much about the two clans that occupy the mountain. Her knowledge of them consists of two large groups of cats that, for some reason, would rather suffer hardships than have a good life with housefolk. Chloe is rather docile and would rather chat with a stranger instead of chasing them away, unless the stranger proves to be hostile. Even then, she lacks in the fighting department, so she may attempt to chase them away by calling out for her housefolk. In addition to fighting, Chloe knows absolutely nothing about hunting. She is revolted by the prospect of murdering the innocent songbirds that do nothing but sing all day, and squirrels that look just so cute with their fluffy tails. Her climbing and balancing skills are impeccable after practicing on fences. One thing is, though, she knows that she is strange. She never seems to stray too far outside of twoleg place, but when she does visit the forest to explore, she usually traveled much further then hoped due to the process of misnavigation and getting herself rendered lost. She knows common knowledge about foxes and such, but is still unoblivious to larger, deadlier predators. While adventuring, she is rather jumpy, scared that every noise is a monster ready to eat her. This is my she prefers it at. home, and would never want to live in the wild. When people ask about her fur, she responds simply with, "my mother was born this way, and my siblings were born this way," but she has no idea why they were, since she knows naught about breeds and genetics. When it comes to the sweaters and outfits that her housefolk put on her, she doesn't mind them and actually sort of likes them. Some offer her warmth during Leaf-Bare, while as some she thinks are rather cute. Her housefolk have made and purchased so many of these that it may be seasons until you see her wearing the same one twice. Her housefolk mean a lot to her, and if somebody was so insult them, she would defend them. Much opposed to the kittypet stereotype, Chloe is in fact not lazy, but spunky and energetic throughout the daytime, bubbling over in long, drawn out rants. She could often be found outside around the town, often chatting with the other kittypets, or even searching for new things that sometimes pop up. Sometimes, however, Chloe can be a little too over-confident when it comes to traversing Twoleg Place. She does in fact know her way around very well, but she's way too trusting of each twoleg. Her housefolk also have themselves a little, rat terrier dog alongside her, but it's small, and the worst it ever does to her is bark or occasionally chase her. She can tell that she means no harm. However, sometimes she will come to believe that all dogs act this way, and somehow, she never lets that belief go, even if proven wrong. When it comes to eating, Chloe has struck out with events labled 'Tuna Tuesday,' 'Whitefish Wednesday,' 'Salmon Sunday,' and so on. As you can tell, she absolutely loves to eat fish, although she does get other types of food as well. She grazes on a constant supply of dry food pellets throughout the day, but for breakfast, she eats whatever type of canned food they offer, and for dinner, she gets the 'canned food of the day.' Sometimes she may sneak food from her housefolk's food stone, and sometimes even the trash can, but only if it had been recently added. The thought of eating crow food disgusts her. When night time comes around, Chloe's favourite thing to do is go outside and gaze at the stars atop of her favourite soft rock. Inside of her house, her favorite place to lay is right on top of the cold box where nobody can bother her when she just needs time to sleep or be alone. The girl has no belief in Starclan or any other sorts of deities. She doesn't know what happens when somebody dies, but she hopes that they are in peace.

Chloe doesn't have much history behind her just yet. When she was born, the kit was loved by bother her mother, siblings, and housefolk. Her name was different at this time, but she doesn't remember it at all. Most of her days she didn't remember up until the day her new housefolk brought her to her new and current home, all about the age she stopped nursing milk. Ever since then, she has been pampered and spoiled with the soft life of a kittypet, or 'housecat.' Still being in her younger days, Chloe's personality hasn't undergone any sort of changes yet. However, her housefolk did adopt a nestmate for her which is the young and curious Darragh.

Chloe's favourite season is Newleaf, and her least favourite season is Greenleaf. Her favourite food is tuna, and her least favourite food is any wild critter. Her favourite time of day is sunset, and her least favourite time of day is sunrise. She calls tables and counters 'Food Stones,' chairs and sofas 'Soft Rocks,' loners, clan cats, and rogues 'strays,' roads are called 'fastways,' cars are called 'roundpaws,' humans 'housefolk,' garbage bins 'silver boulders,' dumpsters are 'green boulders,' televisions are 'light-sound boxes, ovens and microwaves are 'heat boxes, stoves are 'hot pads,' the vet is the 'cutter,' and the shelter is the 'lost home.' *enter more funfacts here, along with more human to cat translations*

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FINCHPAW

Finchpaw is a current member of MistClan. He is ten moons old, and currently holds the position of an apprentice.

Finchkit is a small kitten with big paws. Although his stature is small now, he will eventually grow to fit his paws, and will remain the size of you're average cat. His fur is dark brown that is ombre, transforming darker as you go to his head, which is rendered black. The length of his fur is long and the texture is very silky. His eyes are big and wide, and offer a light brown colour. His whiskers are unusually long.

Finchkit is much like your average kit when it comes to the basis of his personality. He is very excitable and loves to play; especially with small objects like feathers and moss balls. He is usually found batting his moss ball around the camp and playing with other kits when they feel up to it. He takes the most pride in his jumping 'skills,' which are no better than an average kit. He does not know this. Sometimes, Finchkit will claim that Froststar is going to change his name to something along the lines of 'Jumpkit' or 'Leapkit,' all because when playing one day, he miscalculated and leaped over his ball. Finchkit is a true 'family child,' and most certainly a 'mama's boy.' He loves to parade around with his mother, Nightfur, and he loves his father, but is not too certain on his name. Instead, he refers to him as 'Biwg Nursery Cat,' as Rubblespots was indeed a 'big cat whom was sitting in the nursery.' Although a rambunctious ball of fluff, he is very obedient. Whatever somebody tells him to do or not to do something, he will listen and obey. This means he will not leave camp at all before the age of six moons. To add, Finchkit is very innocent and naïve to understand a lot of things. He doesn't have a true sense of right or wrong, speaking things he heard others say or doing things he has seen others doing. He also carries a misrepresentation of Starclan because he is too young to understand that Starclan warriors have passed. Hence part of the reason he believes Rubblespots to be an 'Apprentice Starclan.' He knew Starclan was talked about often by queens, and older kits talked proudly about wanting to be or almost being apprentices. He merely used context clues. This is how his thought process simply works. While focused on playing and enjoying his kithood, Fichkit already plans on being the 'best apprentice the clan had ever seen,' once again leading to not truly knowing the difference between an apprentice and warrior. He picks up personality from others, so depending on which clan mates he spends time with, he may meld to slowly mimic them. To add, Finchkit will usually find a single warrior, apprentice, or any other rank to be his true role model. The kit will look up to them to play with and teach him things such as crouching and pouncing. On the other paw, over time, the kit may be found as annoying to said role model, always clinging to them like a second shadow. Is not his intention, however. To add, Finchkit's imagination runs wild, often jumping to over-reactive conclusions. Simple things such as the nursery being empty may give him the belief that something broke into the nursery and ate all the kits. Some of his imagination can make him scared of common things, but it's extremely easy to cheer him up. Same goes with most every situation. Finchkit can be slightly bipolar in a sense to where he can go from excited to depressed, back to excited in seconds flat, as if nothing at all had happened. This trait also swaps between disappointment, success and unsuccess, fear, pride and shame, and more so than that. None in any particular order. Finchkit likes to 'solve mysteries,' which is technically just figuring out things like where he last put his moss ball. In addition, he loves to seek and find things other clan mates have either lost or hidden. He also likes to collect small objects such as cool or pretty looking pebbles, sticks, or feathers.

Finchkit was born in Mistclan to his mother, Nightfur, and his father, Rubblespots. His litter-mates are Dapplekit, Longkit, Tansykit, Copperkit, and Bumblekit. Finchkit grew his first few moons like any other kit. He would spend his days playing with other kits or his toys. For the first bit of his life, the child remained inside of the nursery, not really wanting to leave the warmth and comfort because he believed it to be too scary and dangerous outside in the camp. However, as soon as he found the joy and freedom outside, he was hardly ever seen anywhere else. When he was still living out his kithood, at the young age of two moons, he witnessed the fire spreading across the clan's territories, and made it out of the burning camp with the help of his mother and other nursery queens. He would then eventually travel and leave the mountains in search of a new home for both Mistclan and Ivyclan. During the rebellion, Finchkit remained inside the nursery, curious but too scared to do anything. Not like he could of done much in the first place. Being a young, naïve kit, he did not know what they were fighting about in the first place or why they did it. Soon, Mistclan teamed with Ivyclan and the child migrated to his new home. While stopped in the valley, the child was with Silverfang when the ground shook. Soon after Nightfur arrived, he witnessed the death and revival of his mother from a rockfall. After the two clans reunited in the aftermath, he soon arrived at their new home. Not that much longer during a dream, Finchkit stumbled to the edge of Starclan's hunting grounds where a sad, dark forest bordered. Here he met a feline by the name of Sweetoak who told him she was a queen from Starclan and they had banished her to the Sad Forest where she lived alone. Fooled by her words, Finchkit agreed to spend time with this Sweetoak, or 'Rosespark,' promising her that he would spend every night with her and in return she would teach him how to become Mistclan's greatest warrior. Every night he trained with her, even into his late apprentice days. As Finchkit, he brought with him once his sister, Tansykit, who never returned. As Finchpaw, he brought with him his best friend, Meteorpaw, who remained and stayed to train with him much to his glee. He showed no signs of his nighttime training in the real world, however, besides the ability to 'magically perfect' a move seemingly overnight. Naive to the horrors of this Dark Forest, his personality was never affected yet. As the strange sickness crept across the clans, Finchpaw remained on edge and constantly prayed that neither him or his friends or family would get sick.

Finchkit's favourite season is tbd, and his least favourite season is tbd. His favourite food is mouse, and his least favourite food is birds. His favourite time of day is moonhigh, and his least favourite time of day is no time. His most prized possession is a moss ball that he and Nightfur made together one day. Finchkit is slightly based off of an old character of mine, Birchkit; although he is not identical, the two share multiple similarities with each other. *enter more funfacts here*

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TAWNYSTORM

Tawnystorm is a current member of Mothclan. She is thirteen moons old, and currently holds the position of a warrior.

Tawnykit is an average sized feline. Being part Bengal, her coat carries with it the traditional tan and black colours and markings. The tan on her is rather buttery looking in colour. Tawnykit is dainty and appears to be smaller than she really is, and she often keeps her pelt looking very neat and clean. The kits eyes are big, and the colour is a light green.

Many cats tend to judge this little girl based off of her appearance. Looking at her, one can assume her to be well kept, sweet hearted, and a full on mama's girl. Perhaps, one could foresee her as the obedient child in the group. The one to sit and bat around with feathers all day, never dreaming of leaving camp. By the mercy of Starclan, somebody could not be more wrong. Tawnykit is a royal birch of Ivyclan. The devil in disguise. In all truthfulness, Tawnykit is a passive aggressive, whiny, manilulative child, not afraid to take drastic measures to make sure that she receives what she wants and when she wants it. This girl, to start off with, has absolutely no respect to any of her clanmates older than her, whether it be queens, warriors, or even her own leader and deputy. She will never listen to what anybody says. In contrast, however, she does love her litter mates and friends. She will take the same measures for them to get what they want as she would to get what she wants. Tawnykit is a very manipulative kit. She strings together words, voice as sweet as honey as she talks. She mixes that with her innocent 'first impression,' somehow rendering felines—even warriors—in a 'hypnotized' state of mind. Whether it be something as simple as skipping nap time or as big as allowing her to leave camp on her own or with her siblings. But alas, this does not always work. Of course, Tawnykit has developed a 'Plan B.' Whining. The Bengal kitten will not accept defeat. Not so easily, and not at all. This is when her true colours tend to shine. Least to say, temper tantrums are not uncommon when around her. She will throw a fit, which most times than not, will cause a warrior to give in to her demands just to shut her up. Not all felines do give in, however. If she runs across one, she may stop for that demand, but that will not be the end of it. Tawnykit will than see to herself to set a personal goal to see how long it takes until said cat breaks. This, of course, means she will take every complaint to them. Every demand. However, it's not just these ones she keeps and eye out for. Tawnykit also notes the clan mates whom are the easiest to break when it comes to more dire circumstances. This girl is not just a bundle of misery, however. When around her siblings, Tawnykit interacts and plays with them like any other kit in the nursery. Same goes to her close friends. However, making friends with her may or may not be a tricky process—it mostly depends on how she develops around a certain kit. Tawnykit may bond quickly with one child, but may tease around another for fun. Technically, when starting off, she an be a bit of a bully. She is also a very independent kit, preferring to do stuff on her own. She is confident in her skills, and will not hesitate to show them off whenever she has he chance. This includes tracking. Tawnykit has a strong nose that can pick up scents from multiple fox lengths away. She displays this action commonly when scenting for patrols that are bound to ruin her fun on her little escapades.

Tawnykit was born to her Ivyclan mother, Hungrybelly, and her Kittypet father, Benedict Cumbercat. Her litter mates are Wildkit and Brookkit, and deceased Aspenkit. The first few moons of her life was spent trying to manipulate grown warriors to let her leave the camp with them. Other days, she just pulled attempts to sneak out on her own; many of which were fruitful. However, when the fire struck the Ivyclan camp, many things changed for her. Most of which, her littermate, Aspenkit, was killed when the nursery collapsed in flames. The Bengal was carried away from the camp on the back of Owlgaze. She collapsed beside the river next to her mother, Hungrybelly, whom she believed was deceased at that time. For the next while, Tawnykit stayed in Ivyclan's makeshift camp, mostly because the forest had been burned down. There was nothing to see. Nowhere to hide. When the time came, the Bengal kitten followed Ivyclan and Mistclan when leaving the territory in search of a new home. She got caught up in the earthquake, and when the two clans reached their new home and split into three, Tawnypaw left her birth clan in search of new adventure in Mothclan.

Tawnykit's favourite season is TBD, and her least favourite season is TBD. Her favourite food is squirrel, and her least favourite food is fish. Her favourite time of day is Sunrise, and her least favourite time of day is Sunhigh. *enter more funfacts here*

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RAVENWING

Ravenwing is a current member of Mistclan. He is thirty seven moons old, and currently holds the position of a warrior

He is an extremely large, muscular tomcat with paws that are still too big for his body. His fur is long and extremely thick. The colour is a dark grey that almost appears to be black, and his chest has a white locket on it. The same white colour also adorns the tip of his ears. His eyes are a deep blue colour, standing out in contrast. Ravenwing's left ear has a long tear that runs through it. His right ear has a small kink on the side, followed up with a little hole. A scar runs across the bridge of his nose.

RavenWing is much of a cool, hothead. At times, he can be a huge thrill seeker and adrenaline junkie, while on other days he can be calm and collected. With the former of the two, the tom can be very reckless, often scaring away prey in the process. Heedless to say, he's prone to not thinking things through all the way. More times than not, he's lucky to get away with nothing worse than a small scratch. Even if he knows the dangers, that does not mean than he will abort mission. On other days, however, he may not even seem like the same cat. Cool, calm, collected: he is all of them. RavenWing gains a maturity one would not believe him to have. He can keep himself with a strong self control and can appear to be extremely diplomatic in political situations. In these times, he can string together fancy words, but in all honesty, only if he had heard the same quote from somebody else. He is not very talented on the creativity side of things, so most of his ideas, truthfully, are taken from others. He cannot form them on his on his own. Much because of his huge size, Ravenwing is hardly coordinated when it comes to balance, playing a vital role because of his hotheadedness. He is scared of climbing because of his fumbling and the way that tree branches sag under his weight. However, in contrast, he loves to swim and can spend hours in the water splashing around and catching fish. He is an excellent fighter when it comes to brute strength, but he can be loud and unstealthy both inside and outside of battle. This poses a large disadvantage for hunting. In addition to stealth, his size makes it hard to conceal himself in the brush. He tends to be grooming often so his fur does not mat like it will. Although he can make himself appear so, children are not drawn away from his size, but rather flock to him. RavenWing, when not busy, can often be found parading multiple kits around on his back for badger rides. It is rare to see him intimidating In all simply, he is just an aloof, gentle giant (until angered), testosterone filled, diplomatic ball of purr and muscle. Is just a giant kit.

RavenWing was not born into the clan, much like the cliché. When he was a young kit, he was not abandoned, but instead, the male traveled away from his mother's den and rendered himself lost. Unable to find his home again, the unnamed kit stumbled across a Mistclan border patrol, mewling. He was taken into the clan and adopted by a queen whom had had a recent litter of kittens: sisters and a brother. Boulderkit and Moonkit and insertnameherekit. As he grew older and larger, he was granted with the knowledge that he was not in fact the queens kit, and although slightly surprised, this hardly affected his intentions. As the boy became Ravenpaw, he trained his hardest to become a warrior. Much due to his massive size and muscular body, he quickly developed a knack for sparring, whileas his size posed a huge disadvantage at hunting. The tom developed many types of injuries and scars from foolish activities, but even to this day, he does not learn. After the day he vowed to serve his clan and take on his new name, RavenWing lived out his days mostly the same. Many moons later, he took the side of Froststar when Mistclanners began to rebel. Not much later, the fire struck through Mistclan and the mountain as a whole, and he quickly gathered as many kits that could fit on his back and in his jaws and set off to safety. He later participated in the moving of territories.

Ravenwing's favourite season is leaf fall, and his least favourite season is leaf bare. His favourite food is a sun fish, and his least favourite food is a shrew. His favourite time of day is sunrise, and his least favourite time of day is sunhigh. His apprentice is Slatepaw. He is (very)loosely based off of Morri from the Deviantart Comic, 'Wurr,', written by Paperiapina *enter more funfacts here*

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