Warrior Cats RP & Chat discussion

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SHADOWCLAN

- goldstar ~ leader -

RIVERCLAN

- pineapple ~ warrior -

WINDCLAN

- autumnpaw ~ apprentice -
- lionthorn ~ warrior -

THUNDERCLAN

- sunkit ~ tornado of chaos -

STARCLAN

- TBM -

DARK FOREST

- wild ~ ex-rogue -

ROGUE

- discord ~ ex-shadowclan -

KITTYPET

- TBM -

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IDEAS…


- darksong - tall shadowclan she-cat with white fur and a sassy attitude - name is ironic - elder?

- honey - yellow kittypet she-cat with a meh personality and a love for sugar

- milo - scrawny tom loner with red fur and is pretty meek and mild and friendly - used to be a kittypet? left behind?

- goldfur - golden tom with a bad attitude and rigid rules - “you kids” - medicine cat?

- duckfluff or spot or leaf or something - thunderclan she-cat with a playful and helpful nature - white w/ black stripes

- shade - gray rogue she-cat always ready to cook up mischief between clans - discordddddd

- paleshine - light yellow shadowclan (or riverclan) she-cat elder with a pacified attitude

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LIONTHORN | WINDCLAN | WARRIOR…? | (view spoiler)[

Woah woah woah. Hold your blueberries. WHAT?!

Name: Lionkit > Lionpaw > Lionthorn > Lionstar
Reason: fierce like a lion, sharp like a thorn

Alright. Which one of you took my rabbit? Lunarpaw? Autumnpaw? Come on guys, I know it was you.

Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom

Hehehe... I am a cat of many trades.

Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior ⚠️DID HE BECOME A DEPUTY OR SOMETHING OR DID THAT ALL FALL THROUGH? ⚠️
Role: Mentor to Lunarpaw

Anycat want to switch apprentices? Mine’s definitely not a totally crazy chaotic tornado of destruction. No way. Absolutely not.

Personality: adventurous, bold, charming, daring, energetic, friendly, gentle, happy-go-lucky, intelligent, and jaunty XD

Uh... What happened to your face?

Likes: freedom, food, fame
Strengths: determination, decisions, diversions
Quirks: ~jOkEsTeR~

Heyyyyy, Runninghawk, could you take the appre— Oh c’mon. You could at least let me finish my sentence.

Dislikes: chaos, confinement, caution
Weaknesses: endurance, exaggeration, emotions
Fears: ~fAiLuRe~

Ok, that’s the third time I’ve been knocked over by the apprentices. At this point it feels deliberate...

Appearance:
brown and tan striped tom with amber eyes

Lunarpaw, quit pestering your sister and come on. *epic sigh*

Mark/s: slightly ripped left ear
Skill/s: strength, agility, experience
Type: reckless

Hey! Who said you could do that?! Oh... Well... Carry on then.

History: Lionthorn has had a pretty normal life so far, complete with its own share of adventures, breakups, battles, and...well, you get the idea. He has always been a rowdy little guy, unbeatable and unbreakable. Not to scare anybody off, but Lionthorn has had quite a few romances through the years. As of now, Jaypool is still only just a love-interest, not a mate yet though they seem meant for each other. Despite his free spirit and flighty tendencies, Lionthorn is still a loyal member of the clan, and would protect the cats he cares for with his life.

Oh for the love of mice...

Family:
- Ravenwing - Mother - Deceased
- Grayfur - Father - Deceased
- Ashlight - Sister - RPed by Fangirl
Friends:
- Sandstar - Potential Crush - RPed by Wolfie
- Jaypool - Potential Crush - NPC
Enemies:
- none as of yet

Who’re you callin’ a chicken, ya big chicken?!

Theme Song: You’re Welcome - Moana
Other: Lionthorn most definitely has an accent. Absolutely. Something like a British/New York accent. Hard to explain, but man, is it funny! XD

Funner is not a word. I don’t care what you heard — the instabirdchat is very unreliable.

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AUTUMNPAW | WINDCLAN | APPRENTICE | WIP | (view spoiler)[

AHHHHH—

Name: Autumnkit > Autumnpaw > Autumnleaf > Autumnstar
Reason: pelt like the autumn leaves

HEY WAIT, COME BACK!

Age: 9 moons
Gender: she-cat

ANYONE WANNA PLAY A GAME?

Clan: WindClan
Position: apprentice
Role: mentored by Runninghawk (@Lunar)

RUNNINGHAWK? ARE YOU HIDING AGAIN?

Personality: energetic, friendly, great, hyper, inquisitive, joyful, klutzy, loud, mischievous, nonchalant

YES I HAD CAFFEINE. HOW’D YOU KNOW?

Likes: fun, friends, frogs
Strengths: playing, partying, pranking
Quirks: cHaOs

AWW JUST FIVE MORE MINUTES?

Dislikes: boredom, boringness, boredoutofhermind
Weaknesses: questions, quiet, quail
Fears: birds…?

EVERYTHING IS AWESOMEEE~

Appearance:
white she-cat with brown / gold marbled patches

NOT TODAY, LOSER!

Mark/s: none
Skill/s: chaos, calamity, cupcakes
Type: chaotic — just chaotic.

YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE!

History: Autumnpaw grew up in the Clan with only her mother, Havenwing. No cat really knows where her dad went, but it’s rumored that he ran off as a rogue or joined another Clan, though nothing is confirmed. Stubbornly, Havenwing insists that he is dead, but won’t tell her kit how she knows or what happened. But other than that mysterious subject, Autumnpaw has had a pretty normal life of playing, messing around, annoying the others, creating chaos with her best friend Lunarpaw, and just being a very silly little kit. There is never a dull moment with this kit around.

MWAHAHAHA!

Family:
- Havenwing - momma - warrior
- Icehollow - poppa - unknown

Friends:
- LUNARPAWWW - @Lunar
- Cherrypaw - @Lunar
- (open to more!)

Enemies:
- NONE~

LUNARPAW, CHERRYPAW, BACK ME UP HERE!

Theme Song: Everything is Awesome - The Lego Movie
Other: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GET ‘EM!

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PINEAPPLE | RIVERCLAN | WARRIOR | (view spoiler)[

Oh, don’t you dare.

Name: Pineapple
Reason: Uh...? XD

Wait wait wait, you’re telling me pineapples are an actual thing?!?

Age: 19
Gender: She-Cat

Are you just messing with me again...?

Clan: RiverClan
Position: Warrior

Why can’t somecat just listen for once?

Personality: kindhearted, loyal, mysterious, naive, optimistic, playful, quiet, reckless, sneaky, trusting

Oh shush.

Likes: fun, flowers, & fruit
Strengths: stealth, surprises, & sleeping
Quirks: fRoGs~

I’m not a kit anymore, so stop treating me like one!

Dislikes: boredom, boxes, & boulders
Weaknesses: insecure, [easily] irritated, [likes to] ignore [other cats]
Fears: bEaRs~

AHHH!

Appearance: Alrighty. You gotta work for this one~ XD (view spoiler)[ Ready? (view spoiler)[

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Remember those good ol’ days when cats actually ~laughed~?

Mark/s: none
Skill/s: stealth & surprise
Type: analytical

Clan life is so... different than what I expected...

History: Pineapple has had an odd life so far. Born a kittypet, she didn’t really fit in with her littermates and was always getting in trouble. Dissatisfied, she knew there had to be more to life than this miserable existence; and so Pineapple left to find it. Ending up lost in the forest, an old loner by the name of Raynor found her, took her under his wing, and raised Pineapple like his own. Sadly, Raynor eventually passed on [though Pineapple believes he’s with StarClan now] and the young cat set out to join the Clan she always dreamed of — RiverClan.

Quit it with the nicknames. Seriously.

Family:
- Raynor - Adoptive Father - Rogue - Deceased
Friends:
- none yet...
Enemies:
- none yet...

Alright. There’s a thing called a space bubble, and you’re totally invading mine. So MOVE!

Other: Can I just say — The name has gotta be my favorite part... XD

Well now I want a pineapple...

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FERNGLOW | THUNDERCLAN | WARRIOR | WIP? | (view spoiler)[

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Name: Fernkit > Fernpaw > Fernglow > Fernstar
Reason: loved the fern plant, used to glow in personality

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Age: 23 moons
Gender: she-cat

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Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Role: currently open as a mentor

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Personality: Despite the harmless sounding name, Fernglow is a viper. Cold and callous, she has very little patience with scatterbrained cats and doesn’t make any effort to hide it. She hates interacting with the others, and crowds are just not her thing. If everycat would just leave her alone, that’d be great. Still, there’s gotta be a shred of kindness underneath that shell... right? Nope. Not here. Fernglow is a baddie and doesn’t care who knows it. Don’t mess with her or you will regret it. Careful, this kitty has an attitude that puts others to shame. Sassy, sarcastic, snarky — you name it. With her sharp tongue and quick temper, she’s often the start of many fights — and, may I add, the finisher of them also. But careful. Fernglow doesn’t care who you are. If you get in her way, she will lash out. No questions asked. Quite indifferent to the ranks and those superior to her, Fernglow uses the same way of talking to anycat. Be it a young kit, grouchy elder, or the leader, watch your ears ‘cause this cat doesn’t know the meaning of the word “censor.” Oh, and just a warning, she’s been known to yell at all cats, including the leader and deputy, many times...

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Appearance: Colorful red and brown she-cat with gold eyes.


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History: Fernglow has had a pretty depressing past, but that’s not very unlike the usual of the Clans. Born as the first kits of Stormstrike and Briarsong, Fernglow and her brother, Grayshine, grew up as normal, energetic, curious little kits. Until... *dun dun dunnn* ...their father was killed in a skirmish between Clans. It was all so sudden and he had given his life to protect his family. Broken, the threesome tried to pull themselves back together and move on, but that’s not what happened. Death has a way of destroying people from the inside out. The destruction comes so silently that it’s unnoticeable until it’s too late. And too soon, their mother was taken from them. Now alone in the world, Fernglow and Grayshine found themselves grown up at an early age. That’s not to say the Clan didn’t care for them — they did — but in a deeper sense. While Grayshine slowly healed and moved on with his life, something in Fernglow just couldn’t be fixed. And so it twisted her, transforming her to the lifeless, emotionless cat she is now. Gone was the upbeat Fernglow the cats once knew. Here’s the “reformed” little kitty they now have to put up with~

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Family:
- Stormstrike - father - deceased
- Briarsong - mother - deceased
- Grayshine - brother - OPEN!
Friends:
- none
Enemies:
- well…

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WILD | DARK FOREST | EX-ROGUE | (view spoiler)[

Never hope. Never trust. Never break.

Name: Wild

In defying me, you’ve only condemned yourself to join me. Congratulations.

Gender: Tom
Age at Death: 17 moons
Cause of Death: betrayed by his brother

Leave me alone. I like being alone. I want to be alone. What part of “leave me alone” can’t your small mind comprehend?

Clan: Dark Forest — [Ex-Rogue]
Position: just a cat residing in the Dark Forest — nothing more
Reason: crazed assassin on a killing spree

Why’re you here? Killing a cat? Oh, what a shame. Too bad I can relate.

Personality: Wild is… well, wild. He is untamable, even by those of the Dark Forest. (His name fits so perfectly, at times I have to wonder if his parents caught a glimpse of his future…) Cold, closed, and consigned, no-cat really knows what goes on in his mind most of the time. Wild doesn’t speak often, but when he does, it’s in short remarks that gets the point across with minimal words. But for the most part, he just avoids socializing altogether. Wild has a low tolerance for other cats, she-cats especially. In the world he knows, they’re only liabilities — an annoying waste of space that does nothing but nag. Of course, this isn’t completely true, but Wild is unconvinced. They’re useless to him, and even the tom cats aren’t much better.
Back in his youth, Wild was a playful little guy — always rough-housing with his sisters (and very often winning). He was no stranger to the endless games kits will play, and was an adventurous spirit; a daredevil. He was funny and outgoing, always trying to make his family laugh at his clownish antics. (And he may’ve even been the favorite kit — his charming disposition would’ve been hard to ignore.) Sadly, not much of that kit can be found in present-day Wild. He is not playful and only partly adventurous. He is not funny anymore, and hates to laugh. And charming? Well, you’ll have to decide that for yourself.
Despite where he is, Wild is no loyal servant to the Dark Forest. In fact, he detests them, along with every other cat. Occasionally he will do their bidding, but only when it serves his intentions to do so, and only then on his circumstances. But once he sets his mind to a job, nothing can stop him.
Hidden beneath the hardened mask he’s built for himself, Wild is a broken soul. The other cats would do best to avoid him. They know nothing of the emotions buried deep within. But Wild prefers to keep it that way. He cannot trust. That may be Wild’s greatest weakness. Ever since his death, the tom has found that he can’t let go of the dis- to his -trust. It doesn’t matter, anyway. If he never hopes and never trusts, he will never be broken.
But for a soul already in pieces, is that really the best path?
Rules do not bind him, and commands will not stop him. Wild is untamed; uncontrolled; uncontained. Do not oppose the wild.

My death wasn’t the end, rather a beginning to an end. And now it ends with you.

Likes: being/working alone, silence, adventuring/exploring, kits (surprisingly)
Strengths: stealth, agility, speed, sarcasm, wit
Quirks: nobody knows, but Wild is obsessed with one particular little flower… kinda embarrassing, honestly

Stay outta my way, she-cat. Leave the fighting to those who can actually fight.

Dislikes: cats, being near cats, talking to cats, taking orders, laughter
Weaknesses: freezes any time he sees death, cannot kill, not the strongest cat alive
Fears: trusting anyone

You say I’m the problem. You say I’m the criminal. You say I’m the killer. But who are you?

Appearance:
tortoiseshell tom with bright green eyes

And we have a winner! You’ve just earned yourself a one-way ticket out of this world, which I’d like to personally deliver.

Mark/s: no visible marks, but Wild’s rear left leg is slightly lame — it never healed right from the fight…
Fighting Style: don’t plan, don’t think, just go for it
Type: closed

Go ahead, do your worst. I’m already dead, aren’t I?

History: Wild was never part of an official clan — he’s been a loner all his life.
Born in a litter of three to an ex-warrior and a kittypet, their life has never really been normal for obvious reasons. But, at least it started somewhat normal. Sort of. Not really. Four moons after Wild and his littermates were born, a great battle between two clans erupted. Erupted near a a forested meadow where a young family of cats was traveling. It seemed like all hell broke out to the little kits, with warriors bearing down on either side of them. Ash and Echo panicked, fearing the worst for their kits. Desperately they fought to protect them, but the clans took them as enemies, so fighting back. Crazed like the terrified parents they were, each felled many cats on either side, but it wasn’t enough. So, seeing an opening, they each picked up a kit and ran for it. Two parents, two mouths, two kits. Can you guess who was left behind? (view spoiler)[ Though the little kit never knew, his father had passed both his sisters to Echo and raced back to get Wild. Unfortunately, he never made it… (hide spoiler)] Little Wild tried to run after them, but he tripped on a root and fell, rolling into a shallow ditch. He raised his head to look for his parents and yowl for rescue, but they were gone. Terrified, the kit crouched down, burying himself in the dead leaves, trembling with fear. Only after the chaos died down and the forest was shrouded in silence, did Wild move, breaking his perfect camouflage. So many times an enemy had drawn near, one almost even stepping on him, but something in Wild told him to hold still. Not to move or else. He didn’t have to guess to know. Climbing out of his ditch, Wild mewled for his family to come back and get him. But that wasn’t exactly possible. That night, Wild learned that his family had never made it to safety. Understandably, something broke in him then and there. He was so young, and yet was well acquainted with this thing called “death.”
Wild forever stayed a rogue, hating the clans for that they had done. When he was about nine moons old, Wild found an ally, not a friend, just a comrade. Felix was a wiry gray tom, about Wild’s age, from the city. Not a kittypet, rather a rogue in his own way — on the streets. Tired of city life, he had set out into the wilds for an adventure. He soon got one. Felix and Wild were closer than brothers — united by the common difference. They avoided the clans at all costs: Felix because of the stories he’d heard and Wild for the stories he’d seen. The two toms traded pasts, sharing the highs, lows, and adventures of their history. Felix learned of Wild’s past and reason for resentment for the clans, but it didn’t worry him. He thought it was nothing more than a grievance that would dissolve in time. Felix was sadly mistaken. Wild’s fury ran much deeper than the surface of what his city friend saw. As the days passed, so did his fury. Cats hunting, kits playing, clans meeting — everything was a cruel reminder of what he’d lost. Of what had been taken from him. His heart grew black, unbeknownst by his friend.
It was another battle between clans that finally broke him. At the sight of cats fighting once again, Wild lost his mind. He leapt away from a bewildered Felix and into the fray. Wild fought like a tiger, and many from both sides fell by him. So quickly, the skirmish was over. The clans’ numbers had been reduced significantly, and there stood Wild — surrounded by still cats and soaked with blood. But in an instant, he was gone, disappeared. That was when the clans reported mysterious deaths: a med with a slit throat; a warrior who never returned; an apprentice with his back broken. No one ever saw the culprit, but they had a suspect. Felix tried to track down his lost brother-in-claws, but never could pin him down. No one could ever find him — not until the gathering. With cats from every clan congregated in a single spot, it was an opportunity the crazed-Wild couldn’t pass up. Despite the impossible odds, he sprang into the meeting, taking down a deputy. At once, all the cats were on him, having prepared for this. He only managed to take down two more and wound three, before leaping onto a high rock out of the range of their claws. But at that moment, somecat sprang on him with the force of a lion. They tumbled together off the rock to the ground far below, the attacker on top. Wild had been bent at odd angles, back obviously broken, and with a cat pinning him down, claws unsheathed and biting into his neck. It was a tom. It was Felix. Fire flashed in the city tom’s eyes as he snarled at his broken friend. “Never again,” he hissed, before Wild’s world went black.
Wild has been in the Dark Forest for a long while now, aimless. He didn’t even wait a moon to exact revenge on the one he once trusted, but now the drive to kill has faded. Wild will fight, but not to the other’s death. He has ended too many lives in his days. No more. Never again.

Trust no one and your trust will never be broken.

Family:
- Ash - father - deceased
- Echo - mother - deceased
- Rain - sister - deceased
- Song - sister - deceased

Friends:
- none

Enemies:
- all

Resisting is futile. Just give it up already.

Other: Hehehe…

Never again.

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SUNKIT | THUNDERCLAN | KIT | (view spoiler)[

Just try me.

Name: Sunkit > Sunpaw > Sunstrike > Sunstar
Reason: “color of the sun”

You think this is loud? Just wait ‘til Graykit gets over here.

Age: 2 moons
Gender: tom

Nonono please don’t tell my mom!

Clan: ThunderClan
Position: kit
Role: tornado of chaos

Chaos. Panic. Mayhem.
Our work here is done.

Personality: adventurous, bold, chaotic, daredevil, energetic, feisty, generous, hectic, insane, joking

I know I’m a pawful, but that’s why you’ve got four of ‘em.

Likes: tomatoes, talking, turbo-speed
Strengths: running, rolling
Quirks: lizards are, like, the best things ever—

We don’t “go crazy,” we just are crazy.

Dislikes: potatoes, pausing, pretending
Weaknesses: fire, fetching, freezingcoldweather
Fears: ~birds~

GRAYKIT, GET BACK HERE!

Appearance:
russet red tom with bright green eyes

You don’t have to be crazy to be my friend, but it sure helps!

Mark/s: none
Skill/s: climbing, caterwauling, chaos
Type: crazy

Oop— Uh… GRAYKIT DID IT!

History: Sunkit was born into a normal family, and yet somehow he is anything but normal. As of now, he’s an only-kit and honestly prefers it that way. (Sunkit just knows that his potential sibling(s) would be normal. He doesn’t think he can handle that…) But besides the tragedies of this lonely little kit, he has had a pretty good life all in all. Paired with his best friend, Graykit, together they wreak havoc and mayhem everywhere they go. So far the ThunderClan cats have been fairly lenient and understanding, but how long that patience will last is anyone’s guess…

Normal is just boring…

Family:
- [[OPEN!]] - momma
- [[OPEN!]] - poppa
Friends:
- Graykit - (@Lunar)
- [[OPEN!]]
Enemies:
- none as of yet

What the chicken?! Dude!

Theme Song: “Happy” by Pharrell Williams
Other: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Just remember: if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.

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GOLDSTAR | SHADOWCLAN | LEADER | (view spoiler)[

⠀ An orderly Clan is a strong Clan.

Name: Goldkit > Goldpaw > Goldfur > Goldstar
Reason: pelt like gold

⠀ Just what do you think you’re doing?

Age: 89 moons
Gender: tom

⠀ We will get along fine.

Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Leader

⠀ I don’t have time for this.

Personality: narcissistic, orderly, patient, quick, rule-enforcing, stern, tense, unabashed, vigilant, watchful

⠀ If you have nothing important to say, leave me be.

Likes: order, oranges, oregano
Strengths: leading, lecturing, leaping
Quirks: tHe LoOoOoK

⠀ I’m a leader, not a babysitter.
⠀ Take those kits somewhere else.

Dislikes: chaos, confusion, cloudy days
Weaknesses: protective, perfectionistic, particular
Fears: disorder…

⠀ For the love of mice, please be quiet!

Appearance: golden tom with golden eyes ;D


⠀ Do what you’re told and all will be well.

Mark/s: permanent frown
Skill/s: swimming, scowling, spinning
Type: business-like

⠀ I’ll rest when I’m dead.

History: Goldstar is an old cat, so obviously his past is quite long. To be brief, I’ll say that he’s always been a rule-follower, and that’s part of what made him such a promising kit. He became leader of the clan at 21 moons and has served ever since. Goldstar has weathered many a problem and battle, and is one of the most capable leaders ShadowClan has ever known. Unfortunately he’s not a very sociable cat, or else he would be perfect. By now, Goldstar is down to his last life. He’s ready to move on, but won’t go quietly.

⠀ What is it all for?

Family:
- Amberflight - mate - died at 76m
- Silvertail - sister - 89m - SC elder
- Frostgale - son - 43m - whereabouts unknown
- Breezeheart - daughter-in-law - 42m - warrior
- Discord - granddaughter - 21m - rogue

Friends:
- (tentatively open)

Enemies:
- (open!)

⠀ Have you lost your mind??

Other: Ehehe…

⠀ Like a guiding light fizzling out among the shadows…

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DISCORD | ROGUE | (view spoiler)[

⠀⠀ ~ never knew the sting of a stranger ~

Name: Lightkit > Lightpaw > Shadelight > Discord
Reason: fur light > fur turned dark > self-named

⠀⠀ ~ never felt the words like a razor ~

Age: 21 moons
Gender: she-cat

⠀⠀ ~ but I won't give a damn 'bout it later ~

Clan: rogue
Position: chaos

⠀⠀ ~ does breakin' me make you feel good? ~

Personality: assertive, bad, crafty, devious, evasive, finicky, grand, haughty, imperfect, jealous

⠀⠀⠀ ~ guess you don't understand ~

Likes: disorder, din, dominoes
Strengths: sassy, strong-willed, superior
Quirks: randomly makes loud noises

⠀⠀⠀ ~ what goes around, comes around ~

Dislikes: sunlight, sass, sophistication
Weaknesses: control, consistency, crap
Fears: revealed secrets

⠀⠀⠀ ~ don’t ya know that I'm stronger? ~

Appearance:
dark gray-patched she-cat with bright topaz eyes.

⠀⠀⠀ ~ don’t ya see me in all black? ~

Mark/s: jagged scar on the pad of her left paw
Skill/s: trickery, taunting, time
Type: crafty

⠀⠀⠀ ~ don’t ya cry like a baby? ~

History: Keeping this under the limit, I’ll be brief. Discord grew up a normal kit, then stuff happened and now she’s not. Let’s just say she did some things and left ShadowClan in a hurry when she was only sixteen moons old. Now she spends her days stirring up trouble between the Clans she hates so terribly. Discord is a no-loyalties kind of cat, and she deals with even the low and dirty. On occasion, the she-cat has even been known to take commissions of sorts from the Dark Forest cats. She avoids StarClan. Discord will do anything to make trouble.

⠀⠀⠀ ~ it’s comical, hysterical ~

Family:
- Frostgale - father - would be 43m now - whereabouts unknown
- Breezeheart - mother - 42m - SC warrior
- Goldstar - grandpa - 89m - SC leader

Friends:
- none
- (allies may be ok though)

Enemies:
- StarClan
- lots of other cats… ehehe…
- (open to specifics!)

⠀⠀⠀ ~ ha-ha-ha, ha, ha-ha-ha ~

Theme Song: “Who’s Laughing Now?” by Ava Max
Other: Duck and cover, ya’ll. Just duck and cover…

⠀⠀⠀ ~ who’s laughing now? ~

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