thunderclan
windclan
riverclan
shadowclan
nonclan
04♂ ▪ 04♀ ▪ 08 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
erminestar // lanky white tom with blue eyes and a twisted jaw.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
finchfur // calico she-cat with long fur, a thick tail, and pale green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

thunderclan reports excellent prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the forest, obscuring the moon.
02♂ ▪ 03♀ ▪ 05 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
mothstar // small long-furred grey and white tabby she-cat with dark amber eyes.

DEPUTY
closed // this position is closed temporarily for plot purposes. check back later!

MEDICINE CAT
lavendernose // dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with cloudy blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

windclan reports adequate prey and adequate herb growth. dark clouds gather over the moor, obscuring the moon.
03♂ ▪ 03♀ ▪ 00∅ ▪ 06 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
whitestar // white she-cat with long fur, yellow eyes, and a scarred nose.

DEPUTY
OPEN // this position is currently available.

MEDICINE CAT
quillfrost // gaunt, medium-furred black smoke tabby tom with pale, clouded blue eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

riverclan reports excellent prey and excellent herb growth. there is the faintest twinkle in the starlight over the river.
04♂ ▪ 05♀ ▪ 09 TOTAL
ALLEGIANCES & HISTORY

LEADER
rainstar // silver spotted she-cat with tawny markings and blue eyes.

DEPUTY
cedarclaw // large dark tabby she-cat with amber eyes.

MEDICINE CAT
hickoryleaf // brown spotted tom with green eyes.

MED APPRENTICE
PENDING // this position is open by request only.

shadowclan reports adequate prey and excellent herb growth. the stars glitter unreadably over the marsh at night.
loners
01♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 01 TOTAL

rogues
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

kittypets
00♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 00 TOTAL

awakened
02♂ ▪ 00♀ ▪ 02 TOTAL

NONCLAN ALLEGIANCES
AWAKENED ALLEGIANCES

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They were walking so far apart if another cat saw them it would appear they weren’t together. Waspwing’s face kept a neutral, yet constantly smug expression on it, he walked softly, yards away from his brother by Rowanstripe’s own request. Waspwing didn’t remember doing anything wrong - today - but the strictly scheduled and enforced patrol orchestrated by Owlstrike had left his brother in one terrible mood. Not that Waspwing had ever seen his brother in a good mood, mind you, but Rowanstripe’s expression often dropped whenever Waspwing would show up. Anywhere near him. Rowanstripe could smell Waspwing a mile and a half away and still be angry at him. <br><br>

At least it was a beautiful day, perfect for lying in the grass and letting the spots of sun warm his coat between drifting clouds. He would much rather do that than spend time with <i>family</i>, yuck. Waspwing knew the entire clan knew he didn’t want to do anything, at all, forever, but that didn’t stop them from pushing him and forcing chores on to him. If his family weren’t all so clan-oriented Waspwing would be able to get away with it more often, like he used to when he was an apprentice. All he wanted to do was sleep and feed himself, but instead he was forced on a patrol with Mr. Responsible and dragged out of bed by his apprentice and half-sister Little Miss Perfect, Littlepaw, a tiny leader in the making.<br> Waspwing didn’t want to do anything.<br>
But Rowanstripe threatened his furry little genitals if he didn’t shut his mouth and comply, so Waspwing pretended not to be working and let the gentle blades of grass and dried leaves underneath tickle and crunch under his feet. Every time Waspwing stepped on a leaf he swore could feel the icy glare of his brother stab into his shoulder. <br><br>

The tumbling, bubbling sounds of the river brought Waspwing back and forth from pleasure to duty, he didn’t go near borders much of the time but with how tranquil the river sounded and how little feline activity there was it seemed like this would be a wonderful place to sit and avoid situations like the one he was in now. He would risk having to talk to a Riverclanner, however, which seems more trouble than it would be worth. Waspwing hears they are massive cats with thick fur like armor, claws as big as a whisker. He suppressed a chill thinking of having to fight a beast like that, and he had his fair share of fox battles, which was 1. <br>
Far to his side he heard the crunching of bushes, small popping of twigs breaking and slapping together, and Waspwing jumped, his back and tail bristling from the thought of a giant cat running at them with teeth bared. Out from behind brambles emerged a small squirrel, and upon seeing the two cats scrambled up the nearest tree trunk and disappeared from sight. <br><br>

Waspwing had to laugh, “<b>I think I scared myself more than the squirrel did,</b>” and he turned to look at Rowanstripe with a smile to see if he was startled as well.


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THUNDERCLAN

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<b>Waspwing</b> is a <b>30</b> moon old <b>warrior</b> and a <i>tall orange tabby tom with extra toes</i>. he is called <b>wasp</b> for <i>his golden tabby fur</i>, and <b>wing</b> for <i>his agility and speed</i>.<p>


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what sets waspwing apart from the other orange cats is his tall stature. his long, thin legs bring him up a couple inches from the average cat, but he is not anything remarkable when in a crowd. his slim figure makes waspwing look almost malnourished but he is actually well built, the sinewy muscle packed between his ribs and stomach makes waspwing an agile and quick-moving warrior. his amber eyes are as close in color to his own stripes than anything else, making him a cat that’s basically two colors; orange and cream, even his paw pads are a dull pink-brown dusty color, calloused from the climbing and hunting. waspwing’s paws really give him away, specifically the front two. his back feet look as average as anyone else’s, long, thin, beige on the bottom, but his front feet have two or three extra nubs that hang off the side of his foot like they are extra dew-claws. since they are extra toes they do have claws inside but are essentially useless, the muscle that connects them is almost non-existent so sharpening the claws doesn’t do a lot for them, he mostly has to bite the nail to keep it short in case it snags on something and damages his entire leg.
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waspwing is essentially your high school class’s bad-boy who was constantly in trouble but still managed to have a heart-throb reputation about him. it isn’t that waspwing is violent or a bully, quite the opposite. waspwing is more of a pacifist than anything else, he is incredibly friendly and easy to get to know when he first meets you. he prefers to avoid physical conflict as much as he can but has no problem picking petty arguments with people he knows he is annoying or who actually hate him. <br><br>

his distaste for authority is almost palpable when he is around those with “higher ranks,” waspwing doesn’t understand ranks and refuses to abide by them but isn’t stupid enough to get kicked out of the clan because of it. he mostly shirks his duties, is coincidentally missing during every mentor/apprentice ceremony and prefers to sun himself on rocks rather than contribute to clan life. it just isn’t his thing. his natural standoffishness provided him with much practice over the years, becoming not only witty but very smug and egotistical about himself. providing for thunderclan isn’t something waspwing is excited to do and he takes pride in twisting words around in order to get out of things, kind of like bugs bunny. actually, waspwing is basically bugs bunny without the cross-dressing and kissing people. <br><br>

waspwing is the first to admit when he has dug himself too deep into his own troublemaking but his gut instinct is to just run out of the area away from his problems. he does his best to avoid messing up really badly but when the situation gets a little dodgy, blink and he’s on the horizon. he isn’t a coward per se but...i mean, coward is such an ugly word...
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FATHER > DEERTAIL (NPC) || MOTHER > HONEYFACE (NPC)<BR>
SIBLINGS > ROWANSTRIPE, BROTHER (adoptable)), FAWNFEATHER, SISTER (adoptable),<BR>
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<i>0-6 moons</i> <br><br>

looking at waspwing when he was a kit it was so blatantly obvious he was his parent's child. he had the thick golden fur of his mother but the lithe, slender frame of his father along with his stripes. waspwing seemed to be the perfect mix of the two, tall, handsome, golden, the epitome of a thunderclan cat, his mother boasted to anyone who talked to her. Waspwing's two siblings were bragged about as well, this was her mother's second attempt at having kits after one stillbirth before, she now had three whole babies to be proud of, each one more beautiful than the last. as waspwing grew closer to apprentice age it was clear he wasn't going to be easy to deal with. his mother doted on him constantly and took care of him more than he really needed, complementing him and telling him how much she loved him, it inflated his ego and as far as waspwing was concerned he could do no wrong. nothing was out of bounds for him, and he got into more than his fare share of trouble around the camp: messing up the medicine cat's den, sneaking into the leader's den without permission, taking food out of the fresh kill pile and hiding it in random places and then forgetting he had done that, making a terrible smell in the heat of green-leaf. when it became time to get a mentor the clan hoped he would focus on becoming a good warrior rather than causing so much trouble, maybe his energy just needed steering in the right direction. <br><br>

<i>6-14</i><br><br>

willowpelt became waspwing's mentor and waspwing couldn't figure out why he didn't take notice of her earlier. willowpelt had long, luxurious white fur that softly draped over her body and made her look like a river: sleek and shiny. her fur didn't puff out like other long-haired cats but was like she took extra care in having it close to her ribs to make her look thin and curvy. waspwing was pretty sure he was in love with her because during their training he couldn't stop talking and his chest felt like it was trying to cave in. her voice was so soft and sweet but she was powerful and strong, whenever she moved he could hardly stop watching her. waspwing wasn't the kind of cat who got nervous around those he liked but rather became more annoying than he was before, even after their training sessions he didn't leave her alone and would approach her on their off-time, making up things to brag about. fortunately for thunderclan his energy was spent more on willowpelt than anything else now that he had a little crush, but willowpelt was close to her wits end. he loved her but he didn't listen to her at all and the older he got the less willowpelt realized he had been learning over all the months she spent trying to each him. by the time he was 12 moons and should have recieved his warrior name willowpelt was at her wit's end. she would have to do something drastic.<br><br>

<i>14-present</i><br><br>

another month passed without any sort of improvement from waspwing, but the rumors of a fox in the area and death of thunderclan's medicine cat by its jaws gave willowpelt a very sinister and cruel idea. she sent waspwing out on a patrol because he was more than old enough to go on his own (well, she barked the orders at him and he kind of ran away, a little scared of her) down to where the fox was last spotted, something she knew waspwing didn't pay attention to, he was more self-absorbed than to listen to clan news. she watched him leave and then followed him along with a couple other warriors in case the fox attacked all of them.<br>
waspwing had no idea they followed him and when the fox suddenly appeared before him, screaming like foxes do, his first instinct was to run as fast as he could, but the fox was much faster than him. willowpelt and her warrior friends watched waspwing as he dodged nearly every attack the fox threw at him, bounding off of tree-trunks and rocks and eventually managing to bite it on the tail and send it scurrying away into the forest. waspwing got his warrior name after that, not only because of his ability to dodge the fast-moving creature, but the coincidence of the fox not appearing again in thunderclan territory. pure luck, waspwing thought. (he left willowpelt alone after knowing what she had done to get him off her back.)


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