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[9/2/17] Updated bio & age for the activity check!
[6/14/17] OH RIGHT!! by the way I WON HER WOO
[5/31/17] Tryin' out for the Patchfoot/Crowfoot litter !!

Feather Tracker

Name: Peachkit

• Prefix - (Pale) | For her fuzzy, light-colored fur that reminded her parents of...well, peaches.

• Suffix - (Kit) | Regular name for a clanborn kit.

• Previous names - N/A

Age: 3 Moons (as of 9/2/17)

Gender: Female

Breed: Peterbald / Turkish Angora / Other

Birth season: Early Greenleaf

Clan: TempestClan } RiverClan

Position: Kit
• Mentor:

N/A

• Current Apprentice:

N/A

• Past Apprentice:

N/A

Religious Beliefs: ☆★★★★

"That's where my brother, Shellkit is. So they have to be real, I think? I don't know. Mom and Dad are really mad at them."

Opinions on other Clans:
• TempestClan: "The greatest clan in the whole world! Some say we're RiverClan, and some...some whisper about us having rouge blood? But...well, I like TempestClan!"
• ShadowClan: "They seem like the smallest clan. I guess a bunch of the clans merged together, but ShadowClan stayed the same? Maybe they just like being alone. A lot of my moor clanmates dislike them, though..."
• LightningClan: "Dad says that SkyClan was the worst. So I guess they're what made up LightningClan? I don't hate any cat, but they're different from us so they outta stay away!"

Appearance Description

Book Description: Short-furred, tan she-kit with blue eyes.

Description: Peachkit is a tiny, bony little thing. With long legs much like her mother, aside from her fur, she's nearly a carbon copy. Her ears are big and pointed. Some parts of her body appear to be hairless, but all of her is covered in a thin layer of fuzz. Her thickest fur is over her cheeks and along her chest and tail-tip. She gets her fluffy cheeks from her father, as well as her straight muzzle. Her blue eyes are wide and round, like they're trying to take in the whole world at once. Her short fur is a pinkish-tan, with darker tabby markings over her face and a long stripe down her back and on her tail and ear-tips.

-Scars: N/A

Scent: Milk, her parents

Voice: WIP

-Example: WIP

Senses:
●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Eyesight

●●●●● | ●●●●● ➟ 10/10 Touch

●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Hearing

●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Taste

●●●●● | ●●●●○ ➟ 9/10 Smell

Height
• Inches: tiny like 1-2" idk

• Centimeters: 3-5cm

Weight
• Pounds: .5-1.5lbs

• Ounces: ~16ounces

PHYSICAL STATISTICS
Strength: 1/10
Speed: 3/10
Endurance: 1/10
Agility: 3/10
Accuracy: 2/10

MENTAL STATISTICS
Adaptability: 2/10
Intuition: 1/10
Leadership: 0/10
Memory: 3/10
Willingness to Learn: 3/10
Medicine Knowledge: 1/10

Themes:
- We'll find somethin idk

Things We Should Know About This Character:
- Despite being borne of two RiverClan cats, Peachkit is quite terrified of water. She doesn't like how it feels on her pelt.
- Peachkit tends to favor WindClan prey and the open sky.
- Peachkit is a daddy's girl through and through. She likes hanging around her dad whenever he's doing anything with herbs.

Personality Description

[Upright | Patriotic | Contemplative | Moralistic | Ordinary | Traditional | Shy | Awkward | Sensitive]

[Upright]

Peachkit is not Peachkit without rules. A stickler to the code and all that goes with it, Peachkit has a hard time straying from the law. Her siblings don't tend to share secrets with her because she'll turn right around and tell her parents (or at the very least try, when she stops tripping all over her own tongue). She's very much like her father in her honest behavior, and tries to provide her true opinion. Not that anyone ever really asks.

[Patriotic]

Peachkit is very devoted and loyal to her clan, though if you asked her whether she liked RiverClan or WindClan best, she might break into tears from her own uncertainty. TempestClan is her home, and while Peachkit could hardly lift a claw to defend herself, she'd at least raise her voice to defend her home. One can be sure that if a cat were ever to express any sort of disloyalty, Peachkit would be quick to raise her flags.

[Contemplative]
Peachkit spends a lot of time in her own head. Not thinking bad thoughts, but just...thinking. Whenever she's faced with a decision, she tends to take her time pondering the pros and cons she'll face. She may not be great at split-second decisions, but you can be sure that she'll have an educated choice once she gets there.

[Moralistic]

In other words, Peachkit is pretty quick to judge. Suppose, it does make it easier for her to make friends that have the same kind of beliefs as her, but it also makes it hard for her to learn new things and respect different points of view. Peachkit believes a lot of things are pretty black and white, and if a cat doesn't fit that criteria, it's hard for her to learn that it's ok that they're different. She sticks with her own sense of morals, and it'd probably take a lot to teach her differently.

[Ordinary]
Peachkit is typical. You know those background characters in the actual warriors books? She's a lot like that at first glance. She's not a leader. She's not overtly smart or strong or brave. She might not like being such a drag, but it's not easy for her to show her stripes. Peachkit is outshined by her siblings constantly, and while she'd love to show that she can shine just as bright, she's just never had it in her to do so. So she just...is.

[Traditional]
Like said before, Peachkit is a stickler. She sticks to the way things are. She doesn't like it when things start to change, and has a hard time keeping up. In some ways, it's good. Customs are never lost on her, elder tales fascinate her. But with the way she acts learning new things, or adjusting to changes in a routine she's grown accustomed to, you'd think she was an elder herself. You can't teach an old dog new tricks...so when in StarClan did Peachkit become an old dog???

[Shy]

Peachkit is shy. She loves the idea of the spotlight, but put her there while she's fully aware that she's there, and she'll freeze. Some could find it cute, and maybe it is when she's hiding behind her mother's leg. But as she grows, it'll probably become more difficult for others to deal with. She has a voice, but she has too much trouble finding it for it to truly matter.

[Awkward]

Yet another trait that might sound cute for a young cat is one that will turn terrible when she grows older. Peachkit never knows what to say when it matters. She's not great at sharing space with others. Whenever she has the guts to say anything, it never quite comes out right, and she tends to sound more offensive than funny with her supposedly light-hearted quips. Because of this, she tends to just stick close to the cats she knows. She's not good with strangers. Even now, at a young age, her awkwardness tends to carry an almost uncomfortable undertone.

[Sensitive]

Peachkit is an emotional little bean. A box with her in it would say "handle with care". She's pretty good at detecting other's emotions, especially those she's close to. But just like she isn't great at communicating with other's her own slices of comfort, she has a hard time taking it in from others. Peachkit gets her feelings hurt pretty easily, and while it's not exactly hard to get her to forgive you, she almost always seems like she might be on the brink of tears during any prolonged discussion. She doesn't take criticism well.

Likes

• - Milk

• - Praise

• - Rabbits
• - Berries

Dislikes

• - Loud noises

• - Sharp surfaces

• - Sticky things (mud, honey, etc.)
• - Snow

Fears

• - Being the center of attention

• - Being left behind by her siblings

• - Swimming

Goals

• - Be loyal to her clan.

• - Figure out...which clan she's actually loyal to...

• - Overcome her fear of attention.

Relationship Information

Sexual Orientation: Too Young

Sexual Activity: ✘

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Status

Mate:
Current | N/A

Crush:
N/A

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship - X

• Quick Fling - X

• Unsure - X

Turn-Ons

• - N/A

Turn-Offs

• - N/A

Shippings

• - N/A

Biography

| Prior to Birth |

Both born of non-clan-borne mothers in a time of darkness and turmoil, Crowkit and Patchkit were...not very similar at all. They didn't interact. They had different friend groups, different beliefs. They hardly knew of each other. Patchkit lost family, and Crowkit lost something valuable to any cat born with it; her tail. Even after RippleClan left the territory they were born to, scars of the past would always cling to the two, even quite literally.

When Patchpaw and Crowpaw became apprentices, their differences continued to stick out. Crowpaw felt she wasn't worthy of being a warrior, while Patchpaw was a total opposite, always positive he deserved his roll because of his belief in StarClan and the skills he was learning. But both seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Cats were bullies. Even Patchpaw, who wasn't hairless and as different as Crowpaw was teased. A fight between him and his bullies him to make friends with the medicine cat apprentice when he was forced to have his wounds checked. He would later turn around and become friends with his past bullies.
Crowpaw dealt with it differently, sticking close to her brother and mentor. Surrounding herself with only positive opinions from the cats she cared about.

As the journey came to an end, Patchpaw and his crew of teenaged friends became eager to see their new home, and they broke away from the group. A run-in with rouges proved their venture to be fatal. A memory that had been warm and happy, finally friends he enjoyed, turned to something wicked and Gorsepaw was murdered. They fled, and when they sat vigil that night together for their friend, they all agreed that Gorsepaw would be known as a warrior in their memory; Gorsepelt.

Time wore on, Patchpaw became Patchfoot and Crowpaw became Crowfoot. Patchfoot and his sister grew apart once more, while the tom and the 4th member of the deadly apprentice patrol, Toadspots, grew closer.
Crowfoot's first endeavors into love would start more happily than Patchfoot's, but both would end in loneliness.
Crowfoot made friends with a few younger cats, just below her own warrior ceremony. One of them was a tom named Larksong. She formed a little crush on the tom, and it wasn't long before they came together and Crowfoot found she was expecting kittens. Except...she would later only birth one; a stillborn. Feeling grief beyond belief, Crowfoot named her tiny, lifeless son "Shellkit" and bid him and her attempt at love goodbye, turning away from all she had been so willing to accept.

Meanwhile, Patchfoot had received a love confession from Toadspots, and unknowing how he felt, uncomfortable accepting the feelings, he'd rejected his friend. Toadspots disappeared into the forest, and upset at losing his closest friend, Patchfoot returned to a place he'd been away from for a while. He became a Medicine Cat.

Crowfoot descended into a state, thinking only of herself and pushing others away, while Patchfoot did the opposite, giving all that he could offer to others. It would lead to his leader using him for his own selfish deeds until the unruly leader was discharged. In a last effort to help his clan, Patchfoot aided in convincing his own clan and WindClan to merge into one, to save his own.

It was then the two finally had something to do with eachother. Crowfoot in her misery and desperation to just forget had taken many a night alone with cats. After complaining about the way that WindClan's territory irritated her nose to her medicine cat, Patchfoot, their interactions ended no different. But...well, it seemed to have after all.
Crowfoot found in horror that she was expecting kittens. Patchfoot was no fool, he knew she was. They were his. Crowfoot refused to take him as a mate, already terrified, feeling she was betraying her deceased son. But after some prodding, she allowed the tom to help her out. She couldn't do this on her own.

| Kit |

Peachkit was born in a pretty large litter with her two brothers Yarrowkit and Tadpolekit and her sister Sandykit. Peachkit was quiet and self-sufficient since birth. She typically strayed from any social interaction and any problem she decided to try and solve herself to avoid becoming the center of attention while asking for help. The only cats she would make any attempt to interact with were the cats she was related to by blood. Particularly her father, who she loved to curl up with and listen to stories or just enjoy how warm his fur was whenever he was around.

As Peachkit grew through the moons, she became less and less talkative, only speaking when spoken to and much preferring to play her own games than participate with her siblings and the other litter of kittens in theirs. Her idol became her youngest sister, Sandykit. She seemed to care about social interaction just about as much as Peachkit. But Peachkit found it quite frankly amazing that she could bite back instead of creating the long, awkward pauses that always came up after her own quiet quips for some reason. Peachkit loved her brothers as well, though after studying the way that Tadpolekit was so often tricked by the other kittens, she decided she wouldn't want to be like him. She'd rather be stuck in her own little world than eat dirt to prod some cats funny bone. And while she loved her father and his tales of being a Medicine Cat, she didn't have the same ambition as Yarrowkit did to become one.

She didn't really have any ambition at all. She certainly didn't want to be the one treating all the sick cats outside their nice warm den. That sounded so unappealing it almost made her sick.

Family Tree

Mother
[♀] Crowfoot | Alive | Loner, RiverClan | theredjennies
- Blood related

Father
[♂] Patchfoot | Alive | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related

Siblings
[♂] Yarrowkit | Alive | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♂] Tadpolekit | Alive | RiverClan | Kracken-Of-the-Sea

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♀] Sandykit | Alive | RiverClan | comet-me-bro

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♂] Shellkit | Dead | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Son of Crowfoot and Larksong
- Peachkit's half brother

Aunts and Uncles
[♀] Whitewhisker | ??? | RiverClan | Dinolil1

- Blood related
- Patchfoot's littermate

[♂] Bluetail | Dead | Loner, RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Crowfoot's littermate

Grandparents

[♀] Palepelt | Alive | RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Mother of Patchfoot and Whitewhisker
- Mate of Sootstreak
[♂] Sootstreak | Dead | RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Father of Patchfoot and Whitewhisker
- Mate of Palepelt

[♀] Whitesky | Alive | Kittypet, Loner, RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Mother of Crowfoot and Bluetail
- Past mate of Robin
[♂] Robin | Unknown | Kittypet, Loner | NPC
- Blood related
- Father of Crowfoot and Bluetail
- Past mate of Whitesky

Cousins
--

Offspring
--

Nieces and Nephews
--

Other Family
[♂] Larksong | Alive | RiverClan | NPC
- Non-blood related
- Father of Shellkit
- Past mate of Crowfoot

Relationships

ll Don't Know Well...

ll Kinda A Friend

ll Acquaintance

ll Friend

ll Good Friend

ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush

ll Pity For

ll Ex-Mate

ll Respect

ll Admire

ll Worships them like a god

ll Slight Crush

ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious

ll Questionable

ll Eager to know About

ll Lust

ll Love

ll Mated / Had Kits With

ll Creeped out

ll Fear

ll Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration

ll Hate

ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Presumed dead

Family

[TempestClan]
--

[ShadowClan]
--

[LightningClan]
--

Role-play Information

Status: Open
Timezone: Arizona (MST/PDT)
Availability:
• {?} Chat Rp

• {✘} Comment Rp

• {✔} Note Rp

• {✔} Skype Rp
• {✔} Discord Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

RP Example:

(taken from an old rp between @/theredjennies and myself, when Palefur was known as Palesight in another group)

Palesight felt an itch in her paws as she waited for her denmates to fall asleep. The den was significantly less crowded now that two out of three of the litters had been made apprentices. Now, it was only Petaldance and her sleepy litter of 4 cuddled up together in the corner. Palesight couldn't see them, so she listened closely to their breathing, waiting patiently for it to slow in sign of their sleeping.

As soon as she thought it must be safe, Palesight was quick in moving off, heading as quickly as her paws would take her to and out of the camp entrance.

It had been a full moon since she'd seen her mate, and she wasn't even sure if she would see him tonight... She'd thought of coming at half moon once more. But without Batshade back at camp to cover her if worse came to worse...well, she didn't want to take that risk, especially if she wasn't even sure Badgerfur would be there.

But tonight, with the moon gone from the sky, she could only hope that Badgerfur would have had the same idea as she had. The queen picked her way carefully through the pitch dark, relying on her sense of smell and touch alone to get her to where she wanted to be.

She hoped it wasn't too late. She hoped Badgerfur would be there in the first place.

After a long walk, Palesight let out a sigh of relief as she crossed the Shadowclan neutral border, and she sped her pace along. As she felt the air flow more, she came to realize she was out of the cover of trees - in the clearing - and raised her muzzle, tasting the air for a familiar scent.

Art © TurkFish
Character by theredjennies and Kracken-Of-the-Sea

Layout © Offwithu

Application Sheet © sleepy-badger

Future-Of-The-Clans © sleepy-badger

Description

[9/2/17] Updated bio & age for the activity check!
[6/14/17] OH RIGHT!! by the way I WON HER WOO
[5/31/17] Tryin' out for the Patchfoot/Crowfoot litter !!

Feather Tracker

Name: Peachkit

• Prefix - (Pale) | For her fuzzy, light-colored fur that reminded her parents of...well, peaches.

• Suffix - (Kit) | Regular name for a clanborn kit.

• Previous names - N/A

Age: 3 Moons (as of 9/2/17)

Gender: Female

Breed: Peterbald / Turkish Angora / Other

Birth season: Early Greenleaf

Clan: TempestClan } RiverClan

Position: Kit
• Mentor:

N/A

• Current Apprentice:

N/A

• Past Apprentice:

N/A

Religious Beliefs: ☆★★★★

"That's where my brother, Shellkit is. So they have to be real, I think? I don't know. Mom and Dad are really mad at them."

Opinions on other Clans:
• TempestClan: "The greatest clan in the whole world! Some say we're RiverClan, and some...some whisper about us having rouge blood? But...well, I like TempestClan!"
• ShadowClan: "They seem like the smallest clan. I guess a bunch of the clans merged together, but ShadowClan stayed the same? Maybe they just like being alone. A lot of my moor clanmates dislike them, though..."
• LightningClan: "Dad says that SkyClan was the worst. So I guess they're what made up LightningClan? I don't hate any cat, but they're different from us so they outta stay away!"

Appearance Description

Book Description: Short-furred, tan she-kit with blue eyes.

Description: Peachkit is a tiny, bony little thing. With long legs much like her mother, aside from her fur, she's nearly a carbon copy. Her ears are big and pointed. Some parts of her body appear to be hairless, but all of her is covered in a thin layer of fuzz. Her thickest fur is over her cheeks and along her chest and tail-tip. She gets her fluffy cheeks from her father, as well as her straight muzzle. Her blue eyes are wide and round, like they're trying to take in the whole world at once. Her short fur is a pinkish-tan, with darker tabby markings over her face and a long stripe down her back and on her tail and ear-tips.

-Scars: N/A

Scent: Milk, her parents

Voice: WIP

-Example: WIP

Senses:
●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Eyesight

●●●●● | ●●●●● ➟ 10/10 Touch

●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Hearing

●●●●● | ●●○○○ ➟ 7/10 Taste

●●●●● | ●●●●○ ➟ 9/10 Smell

Height
• Inches: tiny like 1-2" idk

• Centimeters: 3-5cm

Weight
• Pounds: .5-1.5lbs

• Ounces: ~16ounces

PHYSICAL STATISTICS
Strength: 1/10
Speed: 3/10
Endurance: 1/10
Agility: 3/10
Accuracy: 2/10

MENTAL STATISTICS
Adaptability: 2/10
Intuition: 1/10
Leadership: 0/10
Memory: 3/10
Willingness to Learn: 3/10
Medicine Knowledge: 1/10

Themes:
- We'll find somethin idk

Things We Should Know About This Character:
- Despite being borne of two RiverClan cats, Peachkit is quite terrified of water. She doesn't like how it feels on her pelt.
- Peachkit tends to favor WindClan prey and the open sky.
- Peachkit is a daddy's girl through and through. She likes hanging around her dad whenever he's doing anything with herbs.

Personality Description

[Upright | Patriotic | Contemplative | Moralistic | Ordinary | Traditional | Shy | Awkward | Sensitive]

[Upright]

Peachkit is not Peachkit without rules. A stickler to the code and all that goes with it, Peachkit has a hard time straying from the law. Her siblings don't tend to share secrets with her because she'll turn right around and tell her parents (or at the very least try, when she stops tripping all over her own tongue). She's very much like her father in her honest behavior, and tries to provide her true opinion. Not that anyone ever really asks.

[Patriotic]

Peachkit is very devoted and loyal to her clan, though if you asked her whether she liked RiverClan or WindClan best, she might break into tears from her own uncertainty. TempestClan is her home, and while Peachkit could hardly lift a claw to defend herself, she'd at least raise her voice to defend her home. One can be sure that if a cat were ever to express any sort of disloyalty, Peachkit would be quick to raise her flags.

[Contemplative]
Peachkit spends a lot of time in her own head. Not thinking bad thoughts, but just...thinking. Whenever she's faced with a decision, she tends to take her time pondering the pros and cons she'll face. She may not be great at split-second decisions, but you can be sure that she'll have an educated choice once she gets there.

[Moralistic]

In other words, Peachkit is pretty quick to judge. Suppose, it does make it easier for her to make friends that have the same kind of beliefs as her, but it also makes it hard for her to learn new things and respect different points of view. Peachkit believes a lot of things are pretty black and white, and if a cat doesn't fit that criteria, it's hard for her to learn that it's ok that they're different. She sticks with her own sense of morals, and it'd probably take a lot to teach her differently.

[Ordinary]
Peachkit is typical. You know those background characters in the actual warriors books? She's a lot like that at first glance. She's not a leader. She's not overtly smart or strong or brave. She might not like being such a drag, but it's not easy for her to show her stripes. Peachkit is outshined by her siblings constantly, and while she'd love to show that she can shine just as bright, she's just never had it in her to do so. So she just...is.

[Traditional]
Like said before, Peachkit is a stickler. She sticks to the way things are. She doesn't like it when things start to change, and has a hard time keeping up. In some ways, it's good. Customs are never lost on her, elder tales fascinate her. But with the way she acts learning new things, or adjusting to changes in a routine she's grown accustomed to, you'd think she was an elder herself. You can't teach an old dog new tricks...so when in StarClan did Peachkit become an old dog???

[Shy]

Peachkit is shy. She loves the idea of the spotlight, but put her there while she's fully aware that she's there, and she'll freeze. Some could find it cute, and maybe it is when she's hiding behind her mother's leg. But as she grows, it'll probably become more difficult for others to deal with. She has a voice, but she has too much trouble finding it for it to truly matter.

[Awkward]

Yet another trait that might sound cute for a young cat is one that will turn terrible when she grows older. Peachkit never knows what to say when it matters. She's not great at sharing space with others. Whenever she has the guts to say anything, it never quite comes out right, and she tends to sound more offensive than funny with her supposedly light-hearted quips. Because of this, she tends to just stick close to the cats she knows. She's not good with strangers. Even now, at a young age, her awkwardness tends to carry an almost uncomfortable undertone.

[Sensitive]

Peachkit is an emotional little bean. A box with her in it would say "handle with care". She's pretty good at detecting other's emotions, especially those she's close to. But just like she isn't great at communicating with other's her own slices of comfort, she has a hard time taking it in from others. Peachkit gets her feelings hurt pretty easily, and while it's not exactly hard to get her to forgive you, she almost always seems like she might be on the brink of tears during any prolonged discussion. She doesn't take criticism well.

Likes

• - Milk

• - Praise

• - Rabbits
• - Berries

Dislikes

• - Loud noises

• - Sharp surfaces

• - Sticky things (mud, honey, etc.)
• - Snow

Fears

• - Being the center of attention

• - Being left behind by her siblings

• - Swimming

Goals

• - Be loyal to her clan.

• - Figure out...which clan she's actually loyal to...

• - Overcome her fear of attention.

Relationship Information

Sexual Orientation: Too Young

Sexual Activity: ✘

{✔}=Active | {✘}=Non-active | {?}=Nothing happening

Status

Mate:
Current | N/A

Crush:
N/A

Looking For

• Lasting Relationship - X

• Quick Fling - X

• Unsure - X

Turn-Ons

• - N/A

Turn-Offs

• - N/A

Shippings

• - N/A

Biography

| Prior to Birth |

Both born of non-clan-borne mothers in a time of darkness and turmoil, Crowkit and Patchkit were...not very similar at all. They didn't interact. They had different friend groups, different beliefs. They hardly knew of each other. Patchkit lost family, and Crowkit lost something valuable to any cat born with it; her tail. Even after RippleClan left the territory they were born to, scars of the past would always cling to the two, even quite literally.

When Patchpaw and Crowpaw became apprentices, their differences continued to stick out. Crowpaw felt she wasn't worthy of being a warrior, while Patchpaw was a total opposite, always positive he deserved his roll because of his belief in StarClan and the skills he was learning. But both seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. Cats were bullies. Even Patchpaw, who wasn't hairless and as different as Crowpaw was teased. A fight between him and his bullies him to make friends with the medicine cat apprentice when he was forced to have his wounds checked. He would later turn around and become friends with his past bullies.
Crowpaw dealt with it differently, sticking close to her brother and mentor. Surrounding herself with only positive opinions from the cats she cared about.

As the journey came to an end, Patchpaw and his crew of teenaged friends became eager to see their new home, and they broke away from the group. A run-in with rouges proved their venture to be fatal. A memory that had been warm and happy, finally friends he enjoyed, turned to something wicked and Gorsepaw was murdered. They fled, and when they sat vigil that night together for their friend, they all agreed that Gorsepaw would be known as a warrior in their memory; Gorsepelt.

Time wore on, Patchpaw became Patchfoot and Crowpaw became Crowfoot. Patchfoot and his sister grew apart once more, while the tom and the 4th member of the deadly apprentice patrol, Toadspots, grew closer.
Crowfoot's first endeavors into love would start more happily than Patchfoot's, but both would end in loneliness.
Crowfoot made friends with a few younger cats, just below her own warrior ceremony. One of them was a tom named Larksong. She formed a little crush on the tom, and it wasn't long before they came together and Crowfoot found she was expecting kittens. Except...she would later only birth one; a stillborn. Feeling grief beyond belief, Crowfoot named her tiny, lifeless son "Shellkit" and bid him and her attempt at love goodbye, turning away from all she had been so willing to accept.

Meanwhile, Patchfoot had received a love confession from Toadspots, and unknowing how he felt, uncomfortable accepting the feelings, he'd rejected his friend. Toadspots disappeared into the forest, and upset at losing his closest friend, Patchfoot returned to a place he'd been away from for a while. He became a Medicine Cat.

Crowfoot descended into a state, thinking only of herself and pushing others away, while Patchfoot did the opposite, giving all that he could offer to others. It would lead to his leader using him for his own selfish deeds until the unruly leader was discharged. In a last effort to help his clan, Patchfoot aided in convincing his own clan and WindClan to merge into one, to save his own.

It was then the two finally had something to do with eachother. Crowfoot in her misery and desperation to just forget had taken many a night alone with cats. After complaining about the way that WindClan's territory irritated her nose to her medicine cat, Patchfoot, their interactions ended no different. But...well, it seemed to have after all.
Crowfoot found in horror that she was expecting kittens. Patchfoot was no fool, he knew she was. They were his. Crowfoot refused to take him as a mate, already terrified, feeling she was betraying her deceased son. But after some prodding, she allowed the tom to help her out. She couldn't do this on her own.

| Kit |

Peachkit was born in a pretty large litter with her two brothers Yarrowkit and Tadpolekit and her sister Sandykit. Peachkit was quiet and self-sufficient since birth. She typically strayed from any social interaction and any problem she decided to try and solve herself to avoid becoming the center of attention while asking for help. The only cats she would make any attempt to interact with were the cats she was related to by blood. Particularly her father, who she loved to curl up with and listen to stories or just enjoy how warm his fur was whenever he was around.

As Peachkit grew through the moons, she became less and less talkative, only speaking when spoken to and much preferring to play her own games than participate with her siblings and the other litter of kittens in theirs. Her idol became her youngest sister, Sandykit. She seemed to care about social interaction just about as much as Peachkit. But Peachkit found it quite frankly amazing that she could bite back instead of creating the long, awkward pauses that always came up after her own quiet quips for some reason. Peachkit loved her brothers as well, though after studying the way that Tadpolekit was so often tricked by the other kittens, she decided she wouldn't want to be like him. She'd rather be stuck in her own little world than eat dirt to prod some cats funny bone. And while she loved her father and his tales of being a Medicine Cat, she didn't have the same ambition as Yarrowkit did to become one.

She didn't really have any ambition at all. She certainly didn't want to be the one treating all the sick cats outside their nice warm den. That sounded so unappealing it almost made her sick.

Family Tree

Mother
[♀] Crowfoot | Alive | Loner, RiverClan | theredjennies
- Blood related

Father
[♂] Patchfoot | Alive | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related

Siblings
[♂] Yarrowkit | Alive | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♂] Tadpolekit | Alive | RiverClan | Kracken-Of-the-Sea

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♀] Sandykit | Alive | RiverClan | comet-me-bro

- Blood related
- Peachkit's littermate

[♂] Shellkit | Dead | RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Son of Crowfoot and Larksong
- Peachkit's half brother

Aunts and Uncles
[♀] Whitewhisker | ??? | RiverClan | Dinolil1

- Blood related
- Patchfoot's littermate

[♂] Bluetail | Dead | Loner, RiverClan | NPC

- Blood related
- Crowfoot's littermate

Grandparents

[♀] Palepelt | Alive | RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Mother of Patchfoot and Whitewhisker
- Mate of Sootstreak
[♂] Sootstreak | Dead | RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Father of Patchfoot and Whitewhisker
- Mate of Palepelt

[♀] Whitesky | Alive | Kittypet, Loner, RiverClan | NPC
- Blood related
- Mother of Crowfoot and Bluetail
- Past mate of Robin
[♂] Robin | Unknown | Kittypet, Loner | NPC
- Blood related
- Father of Crowfoot and Bluetail
- Past mate of Whitesky

Cousins
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Offspring
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Nieces and Nephews
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Other Family
[♂] Larksong | Alive | RiverClan | NPC
- Non-blood related
- Father of Shellkit
- Past mate of Crowfoot

Relationships

ll Don't Know Well...

ll Kinda A Friend

ll Acquaintance

ll Friend

ll Good Friend

ll Best Friend

ll Ex-Crush

ll Pity For

ll Ex-Mate

ll Respect

ll Admire

ll Worships them like a god

ll Slight Crush

ll Average Crush

ll Major Crush

ll Suspicious

ll Questionable

ll Eager to know About

ll Lust

ll Love

ll Mated / Had Kits With

ll Creeped out

ll Fear

ll Stay Away Fear

ll Dislike | Distrust | Annoyance/Frustration

ll Hate

ll Loath

ll Like Brother l Sister l Mother l Father l Kit

ll Apprentice/Mentor

Mate

★ Dead

☆ Presumed dead

Family

[TempestClan]
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[ShadowClan]
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[LightningClan]
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Role-play Information

Status: Open
Timezone: Arizona (MST/PDT)
Availability:
• {?} Chat Rp

• {✘} Comment Rp

• {✔} Note Rp

• {✔} Skype Rp
• {✔} Discord Rp

✔= Yes | ✘= No | ?= Maybe

RP Example:

(taken from an old rp between @/theredjennies and myself, when Palefur was known as Palesight in another group)

Palesight felt an itch in her paws as she waited for her denmates to fall asleep. The den was significantly less crowded now that two out of three of the litters had been made apprentices. Now, it was only Petaldance and her sleepy litter of 4 cuddled up together in the corner. Palesight couldn't see them, so she listened closely to their breathing, waiting patiently for it to slow in sign of their sleeping.

As soon as she thought it must be safe, Palesight was quick in moving off, heading as quickly as her paws would take her to and out of the camp entrance.

It had been a full moon since she'd seen her mate, and she wasn't even sure if she would see him tonight... She'd thought of coming at half moon once more. But without Batshade back at camp to cover her if worse came to worse...well, she didn't want to take that risk, especially if she wasn't even sure Badgerfur would be there.

But tonight, with the moon gone from the sky, she could only hope that Badgerfur would have had the same idea as she had. The queen picked her way carefully through the pitch dark, relying on her sense of smell and touch alone to get her to where she wanted to be.

She hoped it wasn't too late. She hoped Badgerfur would be there in the first place.

After a long walk, Palesight let out a sigh of relief as she crossed the Shadowclan neutral border, and she sped her pace along. As she felt the air flow more, she came to realize she was out of the cover of trees - in the clearing - and raised her muzzle, tasting the air for a familiar scent.

Art © TurkFish
Character by theredjennies and Kracken-Of-the-Sea

Layout © Offwithu

Application Sheet © sleepy-badger

Future-Of-The-Clans © sleepy-badger