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Name: Fox that Stalks Mouse
Nickname: Fox
Gender: Male
Rank: Hunter
Age: 61 moons
Mate/crush: Twig that Quivers in Wind
Mother: Deceased
Father: Deceased
Kits: Wolf that Runs through Autumn Fields
Mentor (past or present): Tanglepelt
Apprentice (past or present): Open
Personality: Seemingly gruff and intolerable at times, but he just likes to maintain order and progression. Doesn't dulcify anything; to ask for his opinion is to be hammered with brutal honesty and painful reality. Can't stand cats of sickening, futile optimism. Appreciates due respect and returns it accordingly. His careful maneuvering makes him an excellent hunter. His mate is his world, but they both know how to give each other their needed space. Wolf may only see his father's disdain, but Fox really does love his lumbering son.
Physical Description: Muscular, long-furred orange tabby with amber eyes. Thick, fluffy neck and tail.
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Did you know with this cross all female kits will be tortoiseshell?
 
Name: Ripple in Muddy Puddle
Nickname: Ripple
Gender: Female
Rank: Elder
Age: 107 moons
Mate/crush: Long deceased
Mother: Way dead
Father: Much gone
Kits: Twig that Quivers in Wind, Stoat that Slips through Grasses
Mentor (past): Very ended
Apprentice (past): Many
Personality: Wise and sagacious as one can expect of the typical elder. Grateful for her well-lived life; she's simply content. Doesn't appreciate detrimental complaining or pessimism, especially in cats younger than herself, and she doesn't refrain from rebuking deserving Tribemates. If the offenders don't straighten up, she'll soon be cracking questionable jokes behind their backs.
She's got stories to tell and she expects to be obliged. Adores young cats, especially those willing to sit around for a tale or two...or twenty.
Both her senses and her mind are as sharp as a thorn and she continues to do all of her own hunting. Hates it when anyone tries to assist her in any way; she's a stubbornly independent old woman.
Physical Description: Stocky, solid gray she-cat with captivating yellow eyes. Her left ear is completely torn in two and the right half of it flops downward.
 
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Name: The Blue Frog Hopping​
Nickname: Frog
Gender: male
Rank: hunter
Age: 42 moons
Mate/crush:
Mother: ded
Father:
Kits: Wind and Meadow
Mentor (past or present): Ripple?
Apprentice (past or present):
Personality: quiet at walk and speak. Always thinks before speaking his opinions and would rather be told what to do than do what he would like to. He is too afraid of displeasing someone or something.
Physical Description: medium blue tom with smooth medium length fur that contours his body. Minimal tail fluff for a longhair. Long legs. Green eyes. Narrow face.
Fur is too patchy to really have him be considered attractive, but he looks like your average stray.
 
Name: Hawk that Slashes Enemies
Nickname: Hawk
Gender: Male
Rank: was a fighter
Age: would be 40 moons
Mate/Crush: was Dahlia
Kit(s): Leopard
Mother: NA
Father: NA
Mentor(past or present): NA
Apprentice(past or present): NA
Personality: on the outside, his character was flawless, as were his looks: noble, brave, a gentleman, humble, clever, handsome, and an extremely skilled fighter. But appearance can be deceiving, in truth this cat never loved anything more than himself and power, his own entitlement, importance, and strength drove every action and desire of his hardened heart.
Physical Description: very handsome, massive solid, dark gray tom, with claws like a hawk's talons, and fierce, striking amber eyes.

Backstory:
Dahlia(at the time only 12 moons) Hawk(at the time 17 moons)
Hawk led her to a huge cavern, its roof held three long cracks at its ceiling, like the claw marks of a massive lion. It seemed to be lit with pure starlight, as the full moon shone through the cracks, it was beautiful, and yet.... ominous. "What is this place?" Dahlia mewed in awe. "A place, Dahlia, so beautiful, it reminded me of you. Do you like it?" His mew was silky, like that of a practiced performer, like a snake flattering its prey before the final strike. But the young she-cat could not see the venom behind his words, the reality that he could only ever love himself.

Dahlia(15 moons) Hawk(20 moons)
"Hawk? Are you there?" Dahlia's slightly distressed mew sounded from their familiar meeting spot on the edge of tribe territory. The broad shoulders of a massive cat pushed though the ferns. "Yes." His mew was hard, and Dahlia flinched slightly, but he quickly recovered his silky tone. "I'm sorry, Dahlia, I've been busy lately. What is it?" She took a deep breath, "I'm having your kits, Hawk." His eyes lit up with not pride or happiness; his gaze was hungry with purpose for his own conceited plans.

Hawk(21 moons)
His massive paws padded silently to the nursery, there he spotted Dahlia, fast asleep with exhaustion. Nursing at her soft belly, was a big, strong, healthy kit, his pelt marked like a black leopard with coppery hughes. Hawk's eyes narrowed, the kit had his massive paws, and a build of sheer strength, but he also had the lithe, long legs of his mother. Yes. He thought. I will train the kit. He will be a useful ally when the time comes.

Leopard(6 moons) Hawk(27 moons)
Leopard was thrown back for the third time, his head hitting painfully against the stone walls of the cavern. "You're not trying hard enough!" Growled a voice to his right. "I am trying, Father! If you would just give me easier training...." Hawk's gaze turned dangerously bright, his tone like ice, "Don't call me that!" He snapped. "You will call me Leader. Do you think easy training will get you anywhere? Do you think an enemy will go easy on you! No! They will not! Now, get up! You will master every single one of these exercises or die trying!"

Leopard(12 moons) Hawk(33 moons)
Leopard was no longer an innocent, inexperienced kit, he had mastered every single skill in his Father's demand and more. His fear of and desire to please Hawk, had turned to disgust. Once again, he was back in the cavern, with the foreboding clawed cracks at its ceiling. "Now," Hawk mewed, "Let's see how you mix wits with strength. Attack me." Leopard's piercing golden eyes drove straight into Hawk's, calculating what he expected. Leopard gave a massive leap, and Hawk reared up to meet him, but Leopard twisted in mid air, placing his weight on his hind legs; just before he hit the ground, he brought his paws around Hawk's neck, flipping him to the side, and landing squarely on his exposed belly, his massive paws pinning his Father to the ground, as Hawk struggled helplessly under his weight. His eyes pierced through Hawk's, gold on amber, "Do I still need to try harder, Father?" He mewed calmly, before getting up and padding from the cavern without another word.

Dahlia(28 moons) Hawk(33 moons) Leopard(12 moons)
Dahlia's mew was angry and worried, "Hawk, why does Leopard sometimes return to the tribe with unexplainable wounds? Don't try to shut me down, I'm not a mousebrain, you're taking him somewhere." She accused. He turned on her, advancing and forcing her back against a tree trunk, his silky tone forgotten, "Don't meddle in things you don't understand! Change is coming to the tribe, a change in which I will be Leader!" Her eyes widened in shock, horror, and disbelief. "What's happened to you!" She mewed in disgust, her ears flattening, "How can you show this treachery to the tribe which raised you!" His eyes narrowed, "Very easily, you'll find." The snake had been unleashed, and he fled into the night, to prepare the final strike. Dahlia stared after him, anger and sorrow filling her heart, as a single tear fell down her cheek. The underbrush parted once more, and her fur stood on end, hackles lifted, ready to fight. A massive tom padded noiselessly from the surrounding forest, but it was not Hawk, it was Leopard. As he rested his tail comfortingly over his mother's spine, she fell into his side, weakened from shock. "Oh Leopard," she wept, "I'm, I'm so sorry," her mew was defeated, "I'm so sorry that this monster is your Father." He offered his shoulder for support, as she attempted to stand, "It is not you that owes an apology." He growled.

Dahlia(28 moons) Leopard(12 moons)
Dahlia's clouded gaze stared blankly as Leopard confided Hawk's secret training of him in the hope to use his son's strength to gain his power. "But all is not lost," he mewed gently, "As I grew older, I began to see the truth and I unraveled Hawk's plan. I became a double-agent, spying on him and his band of rogues who he convinced to swear their allegiance to his wishes. I know where they are now, and when they will attack. I can stop him."

(To be edited and continued later, I'm sick of typing! :lol:)
 
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