Starless Sky [Character Sheets]
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Posted 2022-10-22 18:52:00 (edited)
Age: 28 Moons Rank: Warrior Gender: He/him They/them Orientation: Frustrated Bisexual Physical Description: Sparrowteeth is a dark tabby with very messy fur. They are slightly below the average Height and have a very bulky form. what they lack in speed and stealth, they make up for strength and intelligence. Personality: --aggressive and callous ++loyal and dedicated // Sarcastic , anxious History: Having lived with the clans since he was a kit, something his parents has always told him about is the importance of order. because of this very restrictive life style, Sparrowteeth decided to live as a free cat, with no rules and no law. he quickly caught on how much of a non-paraside this was. the streets were worse than the night stories of the dark forest, but being the arrogant cat he was, he couldn't face the shame he know he would felt if he ever came back home. So, they did the only thing they can do. adapt and survive. Sparrowteeth lived in the streets for about 8 moons, barely surviving the days and the nights. it wasn't until one bad winter night that he was jumped in an alleyway - but he didn't even had the strength to fight them - it was in that very moment that he knew he was starving to death. so with shame and tears he limped his way back home. he was greeted with rage and tears from his mother and disappointment from his father, but they were both glad this their only son was alive. Family: (uncreated/undecided) Other: [ Image removed by moderator ]  
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 🍉JAckRAbbit🍉 #40782 |
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Posted 2022-10-22 22:24:21
 [source]Name: Lynxwhisper Age: Twenty-Nine moons Rank: Warrior Gender: cismale [he/him] Orientation: questioning Physical Description: Lynxwhisper is a large tom with long, coarse fur. His coat is a tortoiseshell pattern of dark browns, greys and black with a few pinches of white and light cream scattered about. Lynxwhisper's eyes are a noticeable amber that contrasts with his otherwise dark appearance. ◆ Personality: Many find Lynxwhisper intimidating by mere appearance alone, assuming him to be cold or rude and his quiet, observing demeanour doesn't help the assumptions any. Surprisingly, Lynxwhisper is very friendly even if he doesn't speak much. It's not his fault that his natural expression looks angry - he's not, really! In fact he was affectionately given the suffix -whisper for being soft spoken, and his gentle personality. He is a devoted clanmember who is always on his paws trying to help others out, keeping watch over camp, or patrolling the territory. Lynxwhisper overworks himself often, which doesn't mix well with his genetic weakness of getting sick easily the poor tom is almost always visiting the Medicine Cat den even when he tries to push on by himself. He will always put his clanmates first, no matter what. He is family-orientated and enjoyed the idea of having kits, however being infertile mixed with personal issues and a fear of loss makes the possibility of both kits and a relationship very unlikely for him. As a fierce protector of his clan, he is very watchful and distrustful of any outside cats. ◆ History: Lynxwhisper is a former Thunderclan cat, born and raised. He had a close relationship with his mother, and despite his fathers overall distance they had respect for each other, he also had two other siblings. Overall he got along well with his family, especially his little sister, and the clan as a whole. Formerly, Lynxwhisper was also a devoted believer and follower in Starclan. He would spend hours at night watching the stars twinkle or keeping track of the moons phases, making his own personal theories on Starclan's thoughts and plans - this led to him having great respect for Medicine Cats, who he believes sometimes go underappreciated. His faith came crashing down when the plague swept through and began to kill off his friends and family one-by-one, and what was truly the final nail in the coffin was the blackened sky. Since then he has lost faith in Starclan and has gone from being a vocal supporter to pure silence and avoidance of the topic. He suffers from survivor's guilt, wondering why so many except him had to needlessly die. ◆ Family: deceased Other: hope this is okay! let me know if anything needs to change <3 |
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Posted 2022-10-25 07:47:03 (edited)
 source Name: Frostmane Age: 26 moons Rank: Warrior Gender: Molly (she/her/they) Orientation: Panromantic pansexual Physical Description: Frostmane is the epitome of regality. She looks like a fallen grace from StarClan, or perhaps a warrior from a faraway land where cats were born into a status of royalty. Either way, she has a certain stoic poise that leaves others both breathless and intimidated. Frostmane constantly wears a focus expressed, with her striking golden eyes narrowed in an almost scrutinizing fashion. For an AFAB molly, she's large- very large, and her mass of pristine white fur doesn't help. She has a thick mane-like rough around her neck that is her namesake, adding a sort of angular appearance to her form. Her ears are tall and feathered at their tips, yet to receive any notches from battles. Her form is hardened, tensed, and prepared for nearly anything. While Frostmane's voice is typically quiet and surprisingly melodic, she can quickly outdo a severe thunderstorm with such a booming voice when need be. She's also noted for having long, entangled white whiskers that droop from their sheer length. Personality: +++ Confident, hardworking, honest // Businesslike, intense --- Assertive, opinionated, cynical Frostmane is, and always was, a token ThunderClan warrior. She has an impressive work ethic and a constant desire to improve her clan, and she's willing to drag along others against their will in order to get things done. While she can be gentle and understanding in her downtime, Frostmane is otherwise a cat that maintains a professional attitude. She's quick to the point and very up-front about it. Truth be told, she can be a little too unfiltered, especially when it comes to something she finds herself passionate about. Granted, her bias against ShadowClanners is...well, not at all helpful. She's cynical and very lacking in trust/faith in those from outside of ThunderClan. Gaining her trust is a long and winding road, and once you lose it...well, you're in for a rough ride because you'll likely never get it back. Frostmane will also make sure you know this- she'll let you know several hundred times that you're a dirty flea-bitten piece of crowfood unworthy of praise and trust. If you do something bad, she'll definitely call you out for it. That's not to say Frostmane's a bad cat- she's just a little too dedicated to ensuring her friends and family survive this perilous journey. To those she has faith in, Frostmane is a wonderful companion. Her loyalty is unrivaled, and she'll surely have your back in a fight. She's the type of friend to go that extra mile, to notice you're having a bad afternoon and then bring you back your favorite meal to lighten your day. History: They had high hopes for their daughter, but they did encourage their crushing hatred of ShadowClan onto her. Frigidbite's brother, Frostfeather (Frostkit's namesake) had been killed in a border dispute between ShadowClan and ThunderClan some several moons prior. Naturally, the family wasn't keen on letting that go- no matter how much time had passed. Lionroar, as Galestar's dearly beloved brother, wanted to ensure that his daughter was given the best possible mentor. He had picked out a small selection of potential warriors, and passed on the verbal list to Galestar on the day of the ceremony. Lionroar himself wanted to mentor his daughter, but he always wanted to ensure that she got proper exposure to other good warriors, and their tactics. Frostpaw earned Robinflutter as her first mentor, a hardened warrior who took hunting lessons very seriously. Lionroar and Frigidbite were pleased with uncle Galestar's selection, and Frostpaw was eager to get to learning. Nonetheless, the mentor-apprentice duo did butt heads frequently. Frostpaw was adamant that battle-training was more important than hunting. She as a bit cat, even for an apprentice- squashing prey was surely easy. But squashing cats? Much more important- especially when it came to keeping ShadowClan in check. Her "disrespect" of sorts didn't go unnoticed. Robinflutter's kit, Quailpaw, was upset with Frostpaw's treatment of their father. They, of course, had been hoping to receive their father as their mentor before. Before long, Frostpaw and Quailpaw began a deep rivalry. This, naturally, pushed Frostpaw to train even harder, and slowly come to have some semblance of respect for Robinflutter's lessons. But that wouldn't last long. Two moons into training, and Robinflutter fell ill. Try as he might, he couldn't fight off the illness and eventually succumbed. Frostpaw was torn- she had come to appreciate her mentor, and it was probably right to comfort Quailpaw, but...something about that apprentice, Frostpaw just didn't like them. Frigidbite scolded her daughter, reminding Frostpaw to be a good warrior. She bitterly tried to comfort Quailpaw, but her efforts were not well-received. She needed to learn some respect for her clanmates to extinguish that undesirable adolescent 'tude. Lionroar was adamant that he continue the training of his daughter, but Galestar had other plans. He handed over Frostpaw's training to Applelegs, the former kittypet. Lionroar was enraged- how dare his brother entrust the training of his daughter to a kittypet? Frostpaw wasn't happy, either. She was quick to direct her irritation onto Applelegs, but the (albeit nervous) kittypet was awfully calm about the whole situation. She hated him...at first, anyway. But Applelegs was patient and kind. She pushed him, hoping for some sort of reaction, but she never did get anything. Slowly, his gentle nature began to wear on Frostpaw, and she began to lose her obnoxious edge. She became respectful and almost reserved. Frostpaw came to respect ThunderClan and the warriors that populated it, and slowly discovered her passion for keeping it sake. While Applelegs taught her to tolerate outsiders like kittypets, he never could shake her of that deep ShadowClan hatred. She earned the warrior name "Frostmane" in honor of both her appearance and her father, who had come to retire to the elder's den with her mother. Her change in behavior was admirable, and it didn't go unnoticed. The older warriors came to respect Frostmane, and were eager to invite her on patrols. She continued to learn, grow, and appreciate her clanmates. Mother: Frigidbite [Deceased] Father: Lionroar [Deceased] Uncles: Galestar & Frostfeather [Deceased] Rival: Quailbristle [Adoptable; 25 moons] (open for developement) ...Cousins: ???? [Undecided; potentially adoptable] Mentor: Applestar [Living] Other: N/A |
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Posted 2022-10-25 08:25:57 (edited)
:max_bytes(150000):strip_icc():format(webp)/2_MultiColor-5b6b3a2b46e0fb00259d9da4.jpg) sourceName: Lost 20 Moons [1 Year 8 Months] Rank: Outsider [Friendly] Gender: Nonbinary [They/Them] Orientation: Is attracted to males and other nonbinary cats Physical Description: Lost is a tall calico sphynx cat with large amber eyes. They have a large scar going across their neck and some claw marks on their back. Has notably large paws and ears. Wears a twoleg-made beige sweater <3 Personality- +++ - Personable, Intelligent, Open-Minded // - Quiet, Intuitive --- - Cowardly, Dependant, Anxious History- Lost was never part of a clan. They were born in a twoleg shelter. A kill shelter. Lost's mother went first. After the loss, they managed to escape. But what is a kit to do by their lonesome? It was then that Lost met their new family: The Travelers. Like their namesake they were a group of cats that traveled, simply enjoying the wonders the earth gave them. One of their members, Scarlet, found Lost and adopted them into the band. And for the next year, Lost grew up with their group members, seeing sights and meeting a plethora of other cats with their own stories. Until the incident. The group found a large grove to spend the night in, not paying attention to the scent of dog nearby. They were attacked in the middle of the night, and Lost ran at Scarlets urging. When they returned, the only one remaining was Scarlet, who lay dead. Everyone else had fled, leaving Lost alone. Lost remained in the area for about a moon before finally accepting that their group would not return for them. They renamed themselves to Lost, a reminder of how they had been left, and started a life by their lonesome, living in a burrow they dug a good distance away from the current clan camp. Every moon, they visit the lake to pay their respects so Scarlet. But recently another group has taken up residence, and Lost doesn't know whether to be fearful or hopeful. As wary as they are, they don't want to be alone anymore. Family: Scarlet, adoptive mother (dead) Note: Lost lives in a small burrow not far but not close to camp, and leaves it only for food, water and to visit Scarlet. Their paranoia makes them hesitant to leave more then that. Some art of them done by the talented Cinnrowan!   |
 ☀️🦦Mayfly🦦 ☀️ #94853 |
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Posted 2022-10-25 11:21:31 (edited)
 sourceName: Quailbristle Age: 25m (2.1 years) Rank: warrior Gender: bigender — use both f and m terms. (she/he/they) (AFAB) Orientation: unlabelled cupiosexual Physical Description: quailbristle is a smoky blue (grey) tabby with low white and a coarse overcoat, although her underfur, particularly belly fur, is soft as velvet. Not quite one to care for appearance, his pelt is more often then not unruly and disheveled, although it is notable that they had a more controlled look when Robinflutter was alive. Interestingly, their neck fur is a bit more ruffled then the rest of their pelt. He has neat, pointed ears, although he is deaf in his right ear. Her eyes are a dull aquamarine, often slitted. They always appear to be planning something, often staring. She holds more ShadowClan-esque features then ThunderClan, namely, her narrow face, and the ability to walk near silently. Their ThunderClan traits show in their muscled shoulders and deep chest. They are slightly below average size, lithe in body type. She also has multiple lesser scars, mainly her left ear tip missing and scars on her haunches. She has a brick-red nose, and her pads are soot grey. Often he will gather larkspurs in his fur. She was aptly named for her fur type. Personality: +++ clever, frivol, breezy // sarcastic, stubborn, competitive, questioning --- haughty, abrasive, crude, annoying, seething With Robinflutter as a father, you'd think Quailbristle would be a good, quiet, hardworking warrior just like her family before her. You couldn't be more wrong. She follows the 'you only live once' mentality to a T, striving to enjoy her life to the fullest and have fun doing what THEY want. This does irritate their father, Robinflutter, who wants them to be a perfect warrior, mainly to impress Galestar, but constant bad behavior has driven Robinflutter to just tell them "try your hardest." They more often then not get on their father's nerves, and disappoint their mother, Bluedawn, who wanted Quailbristle to embrace his 'sweeter' side. Although the tabby enjoys doing what they want when they want, they are a bit jealous of their sister, Hawkcry, who is the epitome of what Robinflutter wanted her to be. More often then not, Quailpaw is neglected in favor of their superior sister, which drives them to act out. Disdain for the well-accomplished of ThunderClan also brought them to form a rivalry with Frostpaw, soon to be Frostmane, which turned out to be good for Quailpaw as they became more serious about work in order to one-up the impressive white she-cat. She also can't stand the way she treats Robinflutter, he's a perfectly good mentor and she just can't seem to appreciate him. With age comes maturity, and Quailbristle is no different. Although she has favorably grown out of her misbehaving and screwing around instead of hunting or fighting, he still has a sharp tongue and can be a bit too rebellious against the leader, Applestar. Their hatred towards Frostmane and Hawkcry for their natural talents have dampered some lengths, but she's never too far away from a quarrel. Quailbristle had a quick habit to latch on to cats around her after Robinflutter died, desperate to form some sort of relationship with someone else when her only other close relationship was with Minkfur. This made her a bit too attached to Frostmane, who she can't quite describe her feelings for. Hate? Love? It was all so confusing. History: One weak, sickly kitten, training in the ways of warriorship before he could even properly walk without losing his balance? Of course it didn't go well. But Quailkit became enamored with hunting, and still sought out the teachings of her calico father. Quailkit became Quailpaw eventually, and was apprenticed under their uncle Mousecatcher, who was also aptly named and shared a love for hunting just as their brother Robinflutter did. Training never came to easily to Quailpaw, especially when being compared to great cats like Frostpaw and Hawkpaw. Mainly fighting was a struggle, with his small body and lack of hearing, making him vulnerable to ambushes on the right. It was bad enough to where the dark grey tabby preferred skipping these sessions, instead wandering around the territory. This is where the tabby came to meet Shrikeswoop, who was oddly enough, waiting inside ThunderClan's borders for someone. Quailpaw found herself in the grey-and-white warrior, enjoying his 'do-what-you-want' attitude and seeking the freedom that warriorship didn't allow. Along with her new friendship with the ShadowClan warrior, she also came to gain a rivalry with the proud Frostpaw. Eventually, Shrikeswoop told Quailpaw something she's never forget, why Bluedawn didn't have milk, why they had more of the body type of ShadowClan, why they seemed to share nothing in common with their mother. Because she wasn't his mother. He wasn't even related to Bluedawn. Robinflutter had kit him. Shrikeswoop was her father. Quailpaw couldn't feel the same after that. He was part ShadowClan? The ShadowClan that she was told to hate, the only other clan she's known? ShadowClan, the cats that killed Frostfeather, led by the fearsome Darkstar? Was he made to be bad, just as the pine-living cats of the night were? She struggled with it, her own morals, learning the ways of a clan she wasn't even fully part of..it wasn't easy. She never told Robinflutter that she knew either, nor Bluedawn, but they respected the two. If the clan knew of the secret relationship, they'd be doomed. Frostpaw's dislike towards Robinflutter strengthened Quailpaw's own personal bias against the she-cat. Was only his preference for hunting, or was it his willingness to go against the code that made her hate him so much? Just when Quailpaw felt as if he was starting to accept his newfound blood, Robinflutter fell ill, far too soon. As he lay in the medicine cat den, soon to die, he asked for a moment of privacy with Quailpaw and Hawkpaw. He told them about Shrikeswoop, and that they were kin with Featherpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of ShadowClan. Quailpaw told him she knew, before the calico let out his final breath. Hawkpaw was furious that Quailpaw never told the truth, and stormed out of the den, leaving her to mourn their lost father. Frostpaw tried to comfort Quailpaw, occasionally. Why did she care? They never liked Robinflutter. The dark grey tabby wouldn't let himself be pitied by Frostpaw, and she was quick to snap to get her off his tail. Quailpaw becoming Quailbristle was perhaps a jab at how he changed for the remainder of his apprenticeship, or maybe his pointy fur. Although grief for their lost father did subside, and Shrikeswoop's death to the illness being announced at a gathering broke his heart to pieces, Quailbristle returned to his usual attitude come greenleaf. Relationships: Robinflutter (father — deceased) Shrikeswoop (father — deceased) Bluedawn (foster mother — adoptable) (note: over 60 moons) Minkfur (adopted great-aunt — played by mayfly) (bluedawn's aunt) Featherspire (half-brother — played by me) Hawkcry (sister, 25m — dead) Frostmane (rival, 26m — played by mia) Mousecatcher (uncle/mentor — adoptable) (note: over 60 moons) Palecoral (grandmother) (bluedawn's mother) Other: fuck it, we ball |
 cinnrowan #87617 |
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Posted 2022-10-26 08:12:17 (edited)
Age: 26 moons Rank: Warrior Gender: AFAb(zhe/her) Orientation: Pansexual Physical Description: a particulatly bulky white she-cat with black markings, almost looking like she could be a kittypet with pretty markings two legs would usually take a liking to. Personality: She's very accepting, beliving that everyone diserves a second chance. zhe's quiet, not talking much, she doesn't really get close to anyone . . . zhe's kind, often times skipping meals to try and help other clan members eat more. she's violent when caught off gaurd, always ready to fight and on edge just incase someone tries to scare her. zhe's bitter to anyone who's crossed her more than twice, much less willing to accept them after they've hurt her a few too many times. History: Born and raised in Thunderclan, she has lots of mixed emotions about the merging of her clan with Shadowclan, but she kept those thoughts to herself. the Cats in Shadowclan diserved a chance just as much as everyone else. Stormclan is her new home, and anyone she was really ever close to were already dead, so she would stick to herself and do her job. Other: |
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Posted 2022-10-31 11:02:18 (edited)
Age 10 moons Gender female Orientation lesbian Desc a black and orange fluffy calico cat with a blue and a brown eye large and lean. Personality Shes a calm yet fun type and likes to have some fun every now and then She can make something good out of almost anything . Yet she can also be very angry and dangerous when she thinks of her family. Lastly shes really just lonely since she has no one to talk to History she was abandoned at a young age and was forced to live alone. Traveling from place to place at first she found it hard but as she grew she became a great hunter and could fight if needed she has thought many times of joining a clan but just didnt |
 Ghost of the lost #86186 |
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Posted 2022-11-02 07:24:00 (edited)
 sourceMinkfur Age- 112 Moons Gender- AMAB She-Cat (She/Her) Position- Elder (Used to be a Thunderclan Warrior) Orientation- Yes Description- Minkfur is an elderly blue and white tabby mackerel maine coon cat with dull yellow eyes. She has gray fur around their muzzle, and is going grayer with age. She has a missing ear, torn off by an angry rat as a kit, and walks with an obvious limp. Despite her age she has noticeable muscle, and is somewhat larger than the average cat. Personality- Positive- Loyal, Reasonable, Kind Neutral- Blunt, Glass-Half-empty Negative- Short Temper, Cranky at times, Holds a grudge History- Relationships- Applestar- Former Apprentice Quailbristle- Adoptive Grandkid Riverflare- Mate, dead (COD- Sickness) Mossbright- Son, dead (COD- Sickness Palecoral- Sister, dead (COD- Greencough) Here is some art of her done by the talented Cinnrowan! (#87617)  |
☀️🦦Mayfly🦦 ☀️ #94853 |
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Posted 2022-11-02 09:01:20 (edited)
Age: 9 moons Rank: Apprentice Gender: AFAB (She/Her) Orientation: Lesbian Physical Description: A bit on the bigger size, TreePaw is a pretty calico she-cat with unusually large paws, and beautiful forest green eyes. her pelt has the slightest tint of the most beautiful forest green. You wouldn't even know it was there if you wearn't looking for it. Personality: +Very meature, TreePaw has always, even as a kit, been a little ahead of those her age. /Shy, she has issues coming out to other cats with her true self, more often than not she has a profensional mask on +Strong-Willed, when she puts her mind to something, best not stand in her way. -Annoyed easily, she will quickly get annoyed and just walk away from a conversation. -Very Anti-Fights, she hates bickering and will do almost anything to avoid a fight. History: She and her father were found by thunderclan when she was an older kit, running from something and saying that her mother and brother were dead, asking for help, and a home. ThunderClan had accepted them, though hesitently. TreePaw was honestly enjoyed to see the two clans uniting, thinking, and hoping, that this meant their chances of survival would go up. TreePaw doesnt remember much of her mother, but she knows that she was very different from her and her father. She also remembers her and her father loved each other very deeply. Family: TreeStump - Father - 36 moons (NPC? i dunno what else to do for him, he's kind of a develouped character already so i dont want to make him adoptable- but i dunno if i can just make an NPC-) |
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Posted 2022-11-03 07:36:12 (edited)
 linkName: Gold'Breeze Age: 35 moons Rank: Warrior (Former Medicine cat) Gender: Female Physical Description: Short haired, yellow golden cat. Personality: Positive- Kind, caring, responsible Neutral- Watchful, Quiet, Negative- Anxious, Defensive, Cowardly History: Apprenticeship- When her apprentice ceremony came she was appointed to be the medicine cats apprentice, she was thrilled. Kits and romance was not something she was interested in anyway, this had no affect on her. Gold'Breeze watched though as all the cats the same age as her would turn into warriors it was well after the last cat her age become a warrior that her mentor decided she was ready to be a full fledged medicine cat. Medicine cat- After her medicine cat ceremony she was so happy, not to long after a warrior named Applelegs was seriously injured in a border skirmish, he had to stay in the medicine den for quite awhile. Eventually Gold'Breeze and him are close friends and he confides in her about his current mate, Beepurr, how he doesn't know how he feels about her. He also tells her about how he doesn't even know how he could be their father. Gold'Breeze around this time starts to rethink her life about being a medicine cat and how she feels lonely, she starts to think about what it would be like to have kits and a mate. When Beepurr's kits finally arrive they don't in the slightest resemble Applelegs, who was just appointed deputy. She doubts those kits are even his, though doesn't say anything. The plague eventually starts and she doesn't know how to treat all the patients so she starts to experiment, nothing works though. Cats keep coming in and out of the medicine den with this disease and it starts to over fill with cats. She looks to Applelegs for comfort in all this, Gold'Breeze feels bad for bothering him with all this stress when he doesn't know a thing about herbs. Gold'Breeze wakes up one day and the whole clan is in a panic, the leader had died over night from the plague, leaving Applelegs as leader. She wakes with Applelegs to the moonstone talking about life and the plague. She decides that she cant handle all the stress and there's another medicine cat to take over, she steps down, from her medicine cat position deciding she's not strong enough to handle this. Warrior- She talks to Applestar quite often now, not as much as she would like though because he is always busy now. Shadowclan and Thunderclan decide to join together and make one clan. Its a change for Gold'Breeze and shortly after Darkstar the ShadowClan leader falls. Applestar finally decides its time for the clan to move, they leave the valley and Applestars mother decides to join them on the trip. Gold'Breeze on the journey often look at the stars for guidance, and they are never their. Recently she has been avoiding Applestar, he's busy and she doesn't want to get in the way. he's probably to stressed out about things and doesn't want to listen to her worries. Gold"Breeze doesn't know how to talk to Applestar since she stepped down, she doesn't know if things have changed. |
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