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Description
Name: Rootclaw
Age: 12 years (can live up to 15-16)
Gender: She-cat
Breed: Siamese/Snowshoe mix
Clan: Timberclan
Talents: Quick, strong, smart, and very good memory.
Mate: {deceased}
Family: Windkit - deceased

Backstory: Rootclaw grew up in Timberclan, and was raised by her father. When she was an apprentice and warrior, she was known for her swiftness and strong build. She was very powerful in battle and never gave up on a fight. Most cats knew to stay away from her because her fast attacks were hard to compete with. Rootclaw never made good friends with anyone however, because she was rather rude and snarky. She was looked up to, but no cat ever made a true effort to befriend her. To this day, she is still snappy towards older cats among the clan, however very warm and friendly to kits and apprentices. She loves to spend afternoons telling young clan cats about the history and origin of Sorrelclan and Timberclan, for her grandfather was alive during the beginning years of the clan, and told stories to Rootclaw when she was a curious kit. Her mate had died years ago, and her only kin, Windkit, died at a young age due to having slow bloodflow and an inability to keep its body temperature high enough to survive.

Roleplay sample:
"When moonhigh passed over the clearing, every strong warrior and elder set out on the ambush. We needed to find prey and Sorrelclan had been hunting on our territory. Everycat able to fight was there. We were going to win our prey back." Crookedtooth explained to Rootkit.
"But Grandpa! Wasn't that against the code? Why didn't they get severely punished by Starclan?" Rootkit excalimed, pouncing on the elder cat's tail.
Crookedtooth let out a light laugh. "Drown-leaf moons are harsh to survive in, even more so without prey. When Sorrelclan ate the last of the remaining burrowing rodents on their territory, they had to look elsewhere. We were trying our best to reserve prey and eat as little as possible while surviving through the cold and stormy season. Sorrelclan did not respect this, and invaded our land to survive. Starclan only did not punish them, because it was their last resort to finding food." He responded.
"So what happened? Did we win the battle?!" Rootkit jumped around the old cat with laughter and batted at his sides.
"There was no battle." He smiled peacefully and looked down at the tiny she-cat.
"W-what?? No battle! What kind of warriors are you!" Rootkit plopped herself down on the floor, looking upset. She was hoping to hear a battle story, or at least something with a strong spark to it.
"Not everything has to be settled with war. When we reached Sorrelclan, our leader told us to wait at the border, and walked across with their deputy. They returned hours later with Sorrelclan's leader, and together they explain the terms of how we would survive the harsh weather together. They may hunt on our territory this season, but only get enough to feed their elders, kits, and queens. The other cats will have to survive on scraps. Then, before the next Drown-leaf, we will help them ration their food to survive." He reasoned with Rootkit, giving her a light nudge.
"But what was in it for Timberclan! Why would we help them if they stole our prey!!" She hissed.
"Because that's what clans do. We may fight, but we help when in need. We chose to obey the warrior code, even when they didn't. There was no need for battle or violence. And within the next few years, when our prey was scarce, they helped us too. They followed us off territory to the ocean and helped with catching fish. We work together. We are one." Crookedtooth sighed happily. "You'll understand when you get older."
They sat in silence for a few moments before Rootkit curled up in thought about the wise words from the elder.

Strength: 8
Speed: 7
Agility: 5
Cunning: 6
Leadership: 5
Hunting: 4-5
Scent: 3
Hearing: 3
Parental Instincts: 5

Extras: Even for her thin and boney build, Rootclaw is still a strong and quick cat. When she was younger, she was very powerful in battle and hardly ever got tired from fighting. Her muscular shoulders helped her with fighting and staying planted on the ground (not letting opponets knock her down) now that she has gotten older, she is much more frail and looks upon the help of others for food, however, she can still pack a punch. Being old, her matabolism has decreased and her inability to gain weight has now caused her to sleep a lot and lounge around because of her loss of energy.

Description
Name: Rootclaw
Age: 12 years (can live up to 15-16)
Gender: She-cat
Breed: Siamese/Snowshoe mix
Clan: Timberclan
Talents: Quick, strong, smart, and very good memory.
Mate: {deceased}
Family: Windkit - deceased

Backstory: Rootclaw grew up in Timberclan, and was raised by her father. When she was an apprentice and warrior, she was known for her swiftness and strong build. She was very powerful in battle and never gave up on a fight. Most cats knew to stay away from her because her fast attacks were hard to compete with. Rootclaw never made good friends with anyone however, because she was rather rude and snarky. She was looked up to, but no cat ever made a true effort to befriend her. To this day, she is still snappy towards older cats among the clan, however very warm and friendly to kits and apprentices. She loves to spend afternoons telling young clan cats about the history and origin of Sorrelclan and Timberclan, for her grandfather was alive during the beginning years of the clan, and told stories to Rootclaw when she was a curious kit. Her mate had died years ago, and her only kin, Windkit, died at a young age due to having slow bloodflow and an inability to keep its body temperature high enough to survive.

Roleplay sample:
"When moonhigh passed over the clearing, every strong warrior and elder set out on the ambush. We needed to find prey and Sorrelclan had been hunting on our territory. Everycat able to fight was there. We were going to win our prey back." Crookedtooth explained to Rootkit.
"But Grandpa! Wasn't that against the code? Why didn't they get severely punished by Starclan?" Rootkit excalimed, pouncing on the elder cat's tail.
Crookedtooth let out a light laugh. "Drown-leaf moons are harsh to survive in, even more so without prey. When Sorrelclan ate the last of the remaining burrowing rodents on their territory, they had to look elsewhere. We were trying our best to reserve prey and eat as little as possible while surviving through the cold and stormy season. Sorrelclan did not respect this, and invaded our land to survive. Starclan only did not punish them, because it was their last resort to finding food." He responded.
"So what happened? Did we win the battle?!" Rootkit jumped around the old cat with laughter and batted at his sides.
"There was no battle." He smiled peacefully and looked down at the tiny she-cat.
"W-what?? No battle! What kind of warriors are you!" Rootkit plopped herself down on the floor, looking upset. She was hoping to hear a battle story, or at least something with a strong spark to it.
"Not everything has to be settled with war. When we reached Sorrelclan, our leader told us to wait at the border, and walked across with their deputy. They returned hours later with Sorrelclan's leader, and together they explain the terms of how we would survive the harsh weather together. They may hunt on our territory this season, but only get enough to feed their elders, kits, and queens. The other cats will have to survive on scraps. Then, before the next Drown-leaf, we will help them ration their food to survive." He reasoned with Rootkit, giving her a light nudge.
"But what was in it for Timberclan! Why would we help them if they stole our prey!!" She hissed.
"Because that's what clans do. We may fight, but we help when in need. We chose to obey the warrior code, even when they didn't. There was no need for battle or violence. And within the next few years, when our prey was scarce, they helped us too. They followed us off territory to the ocean and helped with catching fish. We work together. We are one." Crookedtooth sighed happily. "You'll understand when you get older."
They sat in silence for a few moments before Rootkit curled up in thought about the wise words from the elder.

Strength: 8
Speed: 7
Agility: 5
Cunning: 6
Leadership: 5
Hunting: 4-5
Scent: 3
Hearing: 3
Parental Instincts: 5

Extras: Even for her thin and boney build, Rootclaw is still a strong and quick cat. When she was younger, she was very powerful in battle and hardly ever got tired from fighting. Her muscular shoulders helped her with fighting and staying planted on the ground (not letting opponets knock her down) now that she has gotten older, she is much more frail and looks upon the help of others for food, however, she can still pack a punch. Being old, her matabolism has decreased and her inability to gain weight has now caused her to sleep a lot and lounge around because of her loss of energy.