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Name: Cassnathilic
Nickname: Cas
Gender: Male
Rank: Wanderer
Age: 35 moons
Mate/crush: None
Mother: Dead or something
Father: Dead or something
Siblings: Dead or something
Kits: No
Mentor (past or present): No
Apprentice (past or present): No
Personality: A complete weirdo. Hard to predict; can go from calm and collected to downright murderous. Is cold and somewhat menacing around cats he doesn’t trust. Does what he thinks needs to be done, no matter what the cost. If you’re around him long enough, you’ll find he has a rather awkward side. Usually says exactly what comes to his mind.
Physical Description: Short black and white fur. Extremely unnerving dark blue eyes that seem to be permanently narrowed.
Other: After rescuing a cat from drowning, he was allowed to join the tribe. Despite the many attempts to get him to choose a tribe name, he refuses. His name, which was found to be hard to pronounce correctly or remember, was shortened to Cas. He has a strangely vast knowledge of herbs. If anyone inquires about his history, his answer is always the same: just a wanderer. He comes and goes as he wants, no one really knows where he disappears to.

Name: Frost That Gathers on Leaves
Nickname: Frosty
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 months
Mate/crush: None
Mother: Dead
Father: Also dead
Siblings: Presumed dead and dead
Kits: No
Mentor (past or present): Frog
Apprentice (past or present): No
Personality: Talks too much, gets distracted easily, nosy, friendly, a bit naive, clever when he wants to be, tells jokes that only make sense to him, acts perpetually cheerful to cover up sadness
Physical Description: Small, short-furred tuxedo (almost entirely black with a white patch on his chest and tail tip) with a long tail and amber eyes.
 
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Elsveta641 said:
Lightning stood over Wind with a stunned and vaugely hurt expression. His eyes were so wide and almost innocent, although she was certain he could have easily over powered her and had probably won his share of fights with the biggest toms. But those big eyes...they reminded her of a Tom she knew long ago. She stood staring into them and her body visibly relaxed. "You...you tripped me up. I, I..." Lightning backed off, but began arching her back. Her huge tufted ears folded back resembled horns. She shook off visions of a Tom long ago in a sunny meadow and looked down at her horribly dirty little paws. She went blind again with rage, any warm feeling towards Wind forgotten. "You filthy little peasant! I'll wear your entrails as a collar!" Again she launched herself at him. She wasn't a strong cat, but her speed was almost un-natural and her claws were sharp as a kits
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Wind twisted and used his weight to his advantage, pinning her, if only momentarily.
RoostersAreAwesome said:
Name: Cassnathilic
Nickname: Cas
Gender: Male
Rank: Wanderer
Age: 35 moons
Mate/crush: None
Mother: Dead or something
Father: Dead or something
Siblings: Dead or something
Kits: No
Mentor (past or present): No
Apprentice (past or present): No
Personality: A complete weirdo. Hard to predict; can go from calm and collected to downright murderous. Is cold and somewhat menacing around cats he doesn’t trust. Does what he thinks needs to be done, no matter what the cost. If you’re around him long enough, you’ll find he has a rather awkward side. Usually says exactly what comes to his mind.
Physical Description: Short black and white fur. Extremely unnerving dark blue eyes that seem to be permanently narrowed.
Other: After rescuing a cat from drowning, he was allowed to join the tribe. Despite the many attempts to get him to choose a tribe name, he refuses. His name, which was found to be hard to pronounce correctly or remember, was shortened to Cas. He has a strangely vast knowledge of herbs. If anyone inquires about his history, his answer is always the same: just a wanderer. He comes and goes as he wants, no one really knows where he disappears to.

Name: Frost That Gathers on Leaves
Nickname: Frosty
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 months
Mate/crush: None
Mother: Dead
Father: Also dead
Siblings: Presumed dead and dead
Kits: No
Mentor (past or present): Open
Apprentice (past or present): No
Personality: Talks too much, gets distracted easily, nosy, friendly, a bit naive, clever when he wants to be, tells jokes that only make sense to him, acts perpetually cheerful to cover up sadness
Physical Description: Small, short-furred tuxedo (almost entirely black with a white patch on his chest and tail tip) with a long tail and amber eyes.
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(Neat. Frog can be his mentor.)
 

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