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RowanOak’s Clan
Leader : @Tasteless
Deputy :
Medicine Cat :
Warriors :
Apprentices :
Queens :
Kits :
Elders :

Rouges :


Character Sheet
Name ::
Age ::
Gender ::
Clan or Rouge ::
Rank :: *Rouges don’t have Rank*
Appearance ::
Personality ::
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Kin ::
Crush ::
Mate ::
Kits ::
Defining Features ::
Additional Information ::

 
#2
Name :: RowanOak
Age :: 48 Moons (4 Years)
Gender :: Tom
Clan or Rouge :: Clan
Rank :: Leader
645080F1-7E7C-4E96-98AA-47007639312A.jpeg Personality :: RowanOak is a very proud Tom, taking pride in leading his clan mates. He is kind and always thinks of his clan before himself. He would always feed them before himself, and has no problem with protecting them with his life.
While he is kind, RowanOak can be incredibly fierce. He is powerful and will defend those he cares for with his life without hesitation.
Likes ::
• Hunting
• Running
• Climbing
• Snow
• Leading
Dislikes ::
• The taste of Frogs
• Swimming
• Fighting
• Seeing his clan suffering
Kin :: DapplePelt
Crush :: @explosiveKitten
Mate :: None
Kits :: None
Defining Features :: He is a rather large Tom, and his pelt is a beautiful honey brown with black spots and stripes, his eyes are a dazzling blue-green color.
Additional Information :: He was appointed Leader by the group during the Travel, even though he was unsure at first.


Name :: DapplePelt
Age :: 24 Moons (Two Years)
Gender :: She-cat
Clan or Rouge :: Clan
Rank :: Warrior
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Personality :: DapplePelt is a shy She-cat, finding comfort in solitude and silence. She isn’t outgoing and she doesn’t see herself as unique. She lives in the shadow of her older brother RowanOak, finding herself just typical compared to his individuality.
DapplePelt is kind and sweet, and while she desires to be noticed and be similar to her brother, she has never amounted to that or had the courage he has.
Likes ::
• Quiet
• Napping
• Solitude
• Rabbit
Dislikes ::
• Fighting
• Feeling typical
• Loud felines
Kin :: RowanOak
Crush :: None
Mate :: None
Kits :: None
Defining Features :: Similar to her brother, yet her pelt is a lighter brown with similar black markings. Her muzzle is white and her eyes are more green than blue. She is also a smaller than average feline, unlike her larger than average brother.
Additional Information :: She has no scars or flaws to her pelt.
 
#3
Name ::
Tangleheart
Age ::

36 moons (About 3 years)
Gender ::
She-Cat
Clan or Rouge ::
Clan
Rank ::
Warrior
Appearance ::

Personality ::
Tangleheart is hard to explain. For the most part she is a serious, nose to the grindstone type she-cat, but she also has her playful, mischevious moments when she can and will tease those she deems worthy.
Likes ::

~Thunderstorms
~Especially likes squirrels
~Sleeping
~The smell of maple trees
Dislikes ::
-The smell of herbs
-Water UGHHH
-Overly energetic apprentices
Kin :: ...
Crush :: Rowanoak @Tasteless
Mate :: ...
Kits :: ...
Defining Features ::

If someone can find this cat in like a picture, then good work! But for now, deal with this generated cat. She's a beauty, isn't she?
Tangleheart is a chocolatey brown spotted tabby with a white muzzle, belly, and paws. She has nicks in her right ear, and a scar across her shoulders. Her fur is short but thick and almost impossible to dry once it's wet.
Additional Information ::
Tangle was born to a young kittypet named Dawn, in a cardboard box on the streets.
Dawn was a purebred orange colored Maine Coon, and her twolegs being strict breeders. She had a brief love affair with a typical tabby rogue in the neighborhood. Upon having found out she was having kittens, and knowing her twolegs would never let her keep her kits, she ran away. She successfully gave birth to two she-kits, one who looked very much like her aside from the spots, and the other a simple sleek tabby like her father. She cared fiercely for those two kits and named them Tangle and Flower, but soon she was found again by her two-legs. They took her away from the tabby kit, deciding to keep the orange one named Flower, leaving the little brown bundle behind with nothing but a look of disgust. She was never allowed to leave the nest the twolegs owned after that and soon she was neutered.

Somehow the lone kit managed to survive until a passing tom found her. His name was Fargus. Fargus, his own mate having also just recently had his first litter of kits took pity on the mewling bundle and took her to his mate. There the two were raised along with Fargus and Herona's three kits, Hunter, Jackal and Kris.
Hunter and Jackal never made it past their first winter. Kris was killed by a dog, and Herona trying to protect him.

Soon enough, Fargus was doting on Tangle. Tangle was less eager for the constant attention. The adventurous, brave she-kit constantly wandered from her family and was off on her own.

It wasn't soon after Fargus died that Tangle began to get into fights with the other rogues. At one point, she was beaten pretty badly and left to die in the middle of the mountainterritory. If she didn't die of her injuries, the other cats surmised, then the forest cats would kill her. So they fled, leaving her bleeding and unconscious. There was found by a patrol, dragged back to the camp and nursed back to health. From there she was kind of just absorbed into the clan, but never given a warrior name.

Tangle found herself feeling alone, and regretful. This life was not the one she wanted, this life of the clans. She warned a close friend of hers that she was planning to leave, but he didn't believe her. When the next hunting patrol went out, Tangle slipped away and returned to Twolegplace.

She had been gone for several nights when she had a dream of a tom with rusty red fur and... Stars in his eyes. He introduced himself as a warrior of Starclan (and her great grandfather!) and told her to go back to the mountains. There was trouble for them coming soon. She questioned the tom, asking what it was that was coming, why he had come to her to tell her this, rather then the medicine cat. He didn't answer, and soon she snapped awake, and no sooner had she shaken the dust from her fur did she take off for the mountains.

She arrived just in time to save the life of the deputy at the time, Rowanoak. Foxes had made an appearance and attacked the camp. She fought valiantly alongside the warriors and helped drive off the dangerous beasts. Once the dust had settled, the mountain cats were surprised to see her.
It was then she earned her name Tangleheart, for having the courage to follow her heart back home.

Back home to the mountains.​
 
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#4
Name ::
Tangleheart
Age ::

36 moons (About 3 years)
Gender ::
She-Cat
Clan or Rouge ::
Clan
Rank ::
Warrior
Appearance ::

Personality ::
Tangleheart is hard to explain. For the most part she is a serious, nose to the grindstone type she-cat, but she also has her playful, mischevious moments when she can and will tease those she deems worthy.
Likes ::

~Thunderstorms
~Especially likes squirrels
~Sleeping
~The smell of maple trees
Dislikes ::
-The smell of herbs
-Water UGHHH
-Overly energetic apprentices
Kin :: ...
Crush :: Rowanoak @Tasteless
Mate :: ...
Kits :: ...
Defining Features ::

If someone can find this cat in like a picture, then good work! But for now, deal with this generated cat. She's a beauty, isn't she?
Tangleheart is a chocolatey brown spotted tabby with a white muzzle, belly, and paws. She has nicks in her right ear, and a scar across her shoulders. Her fur is short but thick and almost impossible to dry once it's wet.
Additional Information ::
Tangle was born to a young kittypet named Dawn, in a cardboard box on the streets.
Dawn was a purebred orange colored Maine Coon, and her twolegs being strict breeders. She had a brief love affair with a typical tabby rogue in the neighborhood. Upon having found out she was having kittens, and knowing her twolegs would never let her keep her kits, she ran away. She successfully gave birth to two she-kits, one who looked very much like her aside from the spots, and the other a simple sleek tabby like her father. She cared fiercely for those two kits and named them Tangle and Flower, but soon she was found again by her two-legs. They took her away from the tabby kit, deciding to keep the orange one named Flower, leaving the little brown bundle behind with nothing but a look of disgust. She was never allowed to leave the nest the twolegs owned after that and soon she was neutered.

Somehow the lone kit managed to survive until a passing tom found her. His name was Fargus. Fargus, his own mate having also just recently had his first litter of kits took pity on the mewling bundle and took her to his mate. There the two were raised along with Fargus and Herona's three kits, Hunter, Jackal and Kris.
Hunter and Jackal never made it past their first winter. Kris was killed by a dog, and Herona trying to protect him.

Soon enough, Fargus was doting on Tangle. Tangle was less eager for the constant attention. The adventurous, brave she-kit constantly wandered from her family and was off on her own.

It wasn't soon after Fargus died that Tangle began to get into fights with the other rogues. At one point, she was beaten pretty badly and left to die in the middle of the mountainterritory. If she didn't die of her injuries, the other cats surmised, then the forest cats would kill her. So they fled, leaving her bleeding and unconscious. There was found by a patrol, dragged back to the camp and nursed back to health. From there she was kind of just absorbed into the clan, but never given a warrior name.

Tangle found herself feeling alone, and regretful. This life was not the one she wanted, this life of the clans. She warned a close friend of hers that she was planning to leave, but he didn't believe her. When the next hunting patrol went out, Tangle slipped away and returned to Twolegplace.

She had been gone for several nights when she had a dream of a tom with rusty red fur and... Stars in his eyes. He introduced himself as a warrior of Starclan (and her great grandfather!) and told her to go back to the mountains. There was trouble for them coming soon. She questioned the tom, asking what it was that was coming, why he had come to her to tell her this, rather then the medicine cat. He didn't answer, and soon she snapped awake, and no sooner had she shaken the dust from her fur did she take off for the mountains.

She arrived just in time to save the life of the deputy at the time, Rowanoak. Foxes had made an appearance and attacked the camp. She fought valiantly alongside the warriors and helped drive off the dangerous beasts. Once the dust had settled, the mountain cats were surprised to see her.
It was then she earned her name Tangleheart, for having the courage to follow her heart back home.

Back home to the mountains.​
My favorite ❤️ Obviously accepted!
 

AlbaGuBrath

"Scotland Forever"
#5
Name :: Eagleflight
Age :: Three years
Gender :: Tom
Clan or Rouge :: Clan
Rank :: Warrior

Appearance ::


Personality ::
Confident ~ Charismatic ~ Self-controlled
Eagleflight is a strong and capable warrior of the Clan, and he has no doubt in his abilities. He takes charge easily and is sure of himself even in difficult times, and even when he may be mistaken. This confidence and a natural charisma allows him to interact easily with other cats, pleased to converse with any rank and empathising with their struggles, though he may come off as rather cold towards those who have lost his respect. Although this may manifest itself in a chilly disposition and quiet disdain, however, it rarely appears in bursts of unseemly emotion. Similarly, this self-control also applies to his personal life, guarding closely against excesses and putting the Clan first, and publicly, encouraging him to face great pain, fear, or uncertainty with stoic resolve.

Proud ~ Ambitious ~ Strong-willed
Besides the natural confidence of a strong tom in his prime, Eagleflight also carries himself with a pride of spirit that is difficult to subdue. Though not overtly arrogant, he despises being passed over or ignored and will go to great lengths to prove himself brave and honorable, even to taking on unnecessary challenges just to prove a point. He does not resent what he considers legitimate authority, but chafes under what he believes to be weak or unjust leadership. In particular, this ideal of honor has produced in him a very strong will to right what he sees as wrong and to follow his steadfast beliefs to the ends of the earth. This makes him a loyal and trustworthy ally, but a stubborn and relentless foe. As his frustration with the wrongs of the world grows, so too does his drive to set them right, leading him to the conclusion that he must be the one to take power and lead others.

Over-Sensitive ~ Unforgiving ~ Merciless

After a hunt gone wrong severely injured the young apprentice and delayed his journey to becoming a warrior, Eagleflight has since felt judged by his Clanmates and resented the feeling of weakness that it produced. This was a large part of what drove him to push forward to achieve more than the Clan believed he could, training until his lame leg was nearly as strong as the other despite great pain, but it also developed in him an over-sensitivity to slights real or perceived. Though unlikely to lash out in uncontrolled anger, he does not forgive or forget what he considers to be wrongs done against him or his Clan. When he is called upon or takes it upon himself to right a wrong, therefore, he is far more likely to respond with cold justice than gentle mercy. In particular, he is furious in battle and pays little heed to who it is he fights, tearing through male or female, young or old alike. He will usually accept a surrender if it comes early enough, but he has been known to lose control during a fight, much to his abiding shame.

Likes ::
  • Being respected
  • Hunting
  • Mountains and open spaces
  • Serving his Clan
Dislikes ::
  • Disrespect - to himself or others
  • Rudeness
  • Cats mentioning his leg
  • Appearing ill-groomed
Kin :: None - Open
Crush :: None - Open
Mate :: None - Open
Kits :: None - Open

Defining Features :: Though he takes great efforts to hide it through a painfully controlled gait and carefully groomed long fur, Eagleflight’s back left leg is crooked and moves with a very slight limp.

Additional Information ::
During one hungry season when Eagleflight was an apprentice, he attempted to hunt an eagle too big for him in order to feed the Clan. The bird took off with him still half on its back, dumping him over a rocky ledge and breaking his back-left leg. The medicine cat was able to save his life, but it was believed that he would never have full use of the limb and that he should be trained as a medicine cat rather than a warrior. He accepted the position grudgingly, reluctant to give up on being a warrior, and even continued to train in his free time to strengthen his leg. Through sheer force of will, he finally managed to use it effectively, even developing techniques to compensate for the weakness and pain. So it was that finally, well after all his former training partners earned their warrior names, that he sat proud and tall to receive his.

Until he heard it.

Perhaps it was meant as a hunting honorific, a testament to his fierce determination and resolve to feed his Clan, or simply because it sounded noble, but when the apprentice heard his name pronounced ‘Eagleflight’, he felt a cold stab of anger toward the leader. It was an insult, he knew it! He was making fun of his ill-fated hunt, reminding the Clan of his weakness. But as he sat stock still while the other cats called out his new name, Eagleflight made a promise to himself in his heart. He would prove them wrong. He would be a stronger and more courageous warrior than even the leader who gave him this insulting name. Then he knew that one day, he would change that name.
One day, he would be Eaglestar.
 
#6
Name :: Eagleflight
Age :: Three years
Gender :: Tom
Clan or Rouge :: Clan
Rank :: Warrior

Appearance ::


Personality ::
Confident ~ Charismatic ~ Self-controlled
Eagleflight is a strong and capable warrior of the Clan, and he has no doubt in his abilities. He takes charge easily and is sure of himself even in difficult times, and even when he may be mistaken. This confidence and a natural charisma allows him to interact easily with other cats, pleased to converse with any rank and empathising with their struggles, though he may come off as rather cold towards those who have lost his respect. Although this may manifest itself in a chilly disposition and quiet disdain, however, it rarely appears in bursts of unseemly emotion. Similarly, this self-control also applies to his personal life, guarding closely against excesses and putting the Clan first, and publicly, encouraging him to face great pain, fear, or uncertainty with stoic resolve.

Proud ~ Ambitious ~ Strong-willed
Besides the natural confidence of a strong tom in his prime, Eagleflight also carries himself with a pride of spirit that is difficult to subdue. Though not overtly arrogant, he despises being passed over or ignored and will go to great lengths to prove himself brave and honorable, even to taking on unnecessary challenges just to prove a point. He does not resent what he considers legitimate authority, but chafes under what he believes to be weak or unjust leadership. In particular, this ideal of honor has produced in him a very strong will to right what he sees as wrong and to follow his steadfast beliefs to the ends of the earth. This makes him a loyal and trustworthy ally, but a stubborn and relentless foe. As his frustration with the wrongs of the world grows, so too does his drive to set them right, leading him to the conclusion that he must be the one to take power and lead others.

Over-Sensitive ~ Unforgiving ~ Merciless
After a hunt gone wrong severely injured the young apprentice and delayed his journey to becoming a warrior, Eagleflight has since felt judged by his Clanmates and resented the feeling of weakness that it produced. This was a large part of what drove him to push forward to achieve more than the Clan believed he could, training until his lame leg was nearly as strong as the other despite great pain, but it also developed in him an over-sensitivity to slights real or perceived. Though unlikely to lash out in uncontrolled anger, he does not forgive or forget what he considers to be wrongs done against him or his Clan. When he is called upon or takes it upon himself to right a wrong, therefore, he is far more likely to respond with cold justice than gentle mercy. In particular, he is furious in battle and pays little heed to who it is he fights, tearing through male or female, young or old alike. He will usually accept a surrender if it comes early enough, but he has been known to lose control during a fight, much to his abiding shame.

Likes ::
  • Being respected
  • Hunting
  • Mountains and open spaces
  • Serving his Clan
Dislikes ::
  • Disrespect - to himself or others
  • Rudeness
  • Cats mentioning his leg
  • Appearing ill-groomed
Kin :: None - Open
Crush :: None - Open
Mate :: None - Open
Kits :: None - Open

Defining Features :: Though he takes great efforts to hide it through a painfully controlled gait and carefully groomed long fur, Eagleflight’s back left leg is crooked and moves with a very slight limp.

Additional Information ::
During one hungry season when Eagleflight was an apprentice, he attempted to hunt an eagle too big for him in order to feed the Clan. The bird took off with him still half on its back, dumping him over a rocky ledge and breaking his back-left leg. The medicine cat was able to save his life, but it was believed that he would never have full use of the limb and that he should be trained as a medicine cat rather than a warrior. He accepted the position grudgingly, reluctant to give up on being a warrior, and even continued to train in his free time to strengthen his leg. Through sheer force of will, he finally managed to use it effectively, even developing techniques to compensate for the weakness and pain. So it was that finally, well after all his former training partners earned their warrior names, that he sat proud and tall to receive his.

Until he heard it.

Perhaps it was meant as a hunting honorific, a testament to his fierce determination and resolve to feed his Clan, or simply because it sounded noble, but when the apprentice heard his name pronounced ‘Eagleflight’, he felt a cold stab of anger toward the leader. It was an insult, he knew it! He was making fun of his ill-fated hunt, reminding the Clan of his weakness. But as he sat stock still while the other cats called out his new name, Eagleflight made a promise to himself in his heart. He would prove them wrong. He would be a stronger and more courageous warrior than even the leader who gave him this insulting name. Then he knew that one day, he would change that name.
One day, he would be Eaglestar.
I love him!
 

Frostlase

Writer of Writings
#7
(( Thank you to Alba for letting me mimic their character's template <3 Much appreciated~!
I plan on making an apprentice as well, but figured I'd post my first character. Let me know if I need to change anything - it's been months since I've had to use a character sheet! ^^' ))

Name :: Frostfall
Age :: 31 Moons
Gender :: Female
Clan or Rouge :: Clan
Rank :: Warrior



Personality ::

Adaptable | Silver-tongued | Observant
Despite being a nomadic cat with a tendency to rely on herself, adjusting to clan life was quite easy for Frostfall. She had always been quick to adapt to her physical surroundings, and stumbling upon the traveling clan allowed her to prove that she was just as capable of adapting to a new culture. She keeps calm under pressure, and is normally quick to react to most situations. Though she still prefers her solitude when it comes to hunting and wandering, she is happy to socialize with her clanmates during her downtime and makes a hobby of cat-watching, learning the different behaviors of those that she's around and picking out small tendencies and interests. Additionally, she is known to have a silver tongue, finding it quite easy to talk to others and capable of soothing distressed cats in situations that others might find difficult.

Curious | Bold | Realistic
Frostfall has always been quite the adventurous individual, her own kit-like curiosity driving her to reach places that no other cat normally would. Even after she joined the clan in their journey, keeping track of the young she-cat proved difficult. She knows very few limits when it comes to satisfying her curiosity, and there's no doubt that this, paired with her boldness, has gotten her into her fair share of trouble. Though she tries to remain an optimist, if she finds someone's plans to be unrealistic, she is normally quick to argue with their logic and attempt to persuade them with her own reasoning.

Skeptical | Stubborn |Reckless
Though she has adjusted to life within the clan, Frostfall still finds it difficult to uphold their belief in Starclan, and often struggles with putting her trust in those that put their faith in deceased ancestors. However, their beliefs are one thing she will not openly argue with, understanding that they might find some solace in believing their ancestors and friends that have died are still watching over them. Still, she finds it difficult to believe what she has yet to see, and will quietly come up with her own explanations to 'signs' of Starclan, and her stubbornness suggests that it would be near impossible for most cats to convince her otherwise. Frostfall is also quite the reckless individual, often accepting challenges that might potentially leave her in trouble, or lashing out without thinking if she's feeling particularly emotional.


Likes ::
+ Fishing, particularly fond of lobsters
+ Climbing mountains and rocks, she likes getting to areas that are difficult for others
+ Swimming and light waterfalls to rest and wash beneath
+ Friendly competition
+ Feathers to put in her nest

Dislikes ::
- Restriction, especially when it comes to exploring
- Being told 'no'
- Reminders that she isn't clan-born
- The taste of reptiles
- Foxes

Kin :: --
Crush :: --
Mate :: --
Kits :: --
Defining Features ::
Frostfall is a bit smaller than the average cat, though she has learned to use her lithe form to her advantage. A large scar runs from the bottom of her chest to the middle of her belly, though it is mostly hidden from view due to its location. She occasionally speaks a bit differently than her clanmates, due to having grown up elsewhere, but for the most part she has adapted to their way of speaking.
Additional Information ::
Frost was originally born to a pair of rogues found within the mountains, alongside her brothers Slate and Ice, far from where most twolegs wandered, and even farther from where most cats traveled. It had always been unclear how her small family had winded up so far out in the first place, but they thrived in the conditions and terrain. Together her parents taught their kits how to survive so far out - her mother taught her how to hunt and fish, while her father instructed her on how to fight wild predators. Before long Frost and her siblings were able to help provide for their family, and together they acted as a small clan.

The events that led her to leave her territory and travel had always been unclear to most other cats. If asked, she has a tendency to dance around the question with some unease. Still, her travels brought her to find the migrating clan. She had planned to only tag along for a short while, as they headed in the direction she was traveling, but she found that she had taken a liking to the lifestyle and bond that the clan cats shared, and requested to stay. Some cats were skeptical of the idea - why accept a cat who couldn't put her trust in Starclan? The she-cat, however, was determined to prove her worth and earn a place within the clan. She proved to be a fine hunter and tracker, and many of those that had their doubts ended up taking a liking to her. Eventually she proved to be an asset to the clan, and she was gifted a warrior name as an acceptance to the clan.
 

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