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residents-of-the-darkforest · 1 year

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Dark Forest Resident: Smokestar

Aliases / Nicknames: Smoky, The Mad Bull of The Mountains, Bastardstar,

Gender: male

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Downstar (former mate) Falconblaze (former mate) Steamdusk, Sleetclaw, Wisteriapond (sons) Emberkit (daughter)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Clovertail, Steamdusk, Kestrelacorn, Barkcry, Cougarpelt (former apprentices)

Clan: Darkclan

Rank: leader

Characteristics: wears a rye stalk in his fur, shameless, fantastic teacher, survived multiple assassination attempts

Number of Victims: 39

Number of Murders: 37

Murder Method: crushing, drowning,

Known Victims: Swiftpaw, Drizzlekit, Mottledkit, Windkit, Shardkit, Bluekit, Cinnamonkit, Shimmerpelt, Burrkit, Emberkit, Yarrowkit, Ferretkit, Piperkit, Sunkit, Bogkit, Fallowbee, Blotchkit, Ruststripe, Pearlilac, Oakkit, Berrykit, Greenkit, Slightkit, Basskit, Ploverkit, Tallkit, Weedkit, Violetkit, Mothkit, Timberkit, Hoarsekit, Duckkit, Rosekit, Tulipkit, Woodkit, Socks, Buzzardkit, Lotuskit, Runningkit, Rainback, Shykit, Kisha, Windkit (2), Daykit, Blueskip, Burrfur, Logspeckle, Crowlarch

Victim Profile: light pelted apprentices and warriors, ginger kits

Cause of Death: age-related complications

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

If Downstar had planted the seeds of poison in Darkclan, it was Smokestar who truly cared for them.

He had been the mate of the bloodthirsty first leader, and her philosophy had infected him. But he took things further.

He had just completed his first sacrifice when he saw a litter of kits playing nearby, and got a truly inspired idea. If apprentices, warriors, and elders every ten moons would give him power, then what would a red kit every two moons give him?

He decided to find out.

From that day on, parents of Darkclan lived in fear, praying to the Dark Forest to save their kits, praying that their kits wouldn’t be born red.

Some cats tried to get rid of Smokestar by poisoning him, but that only took away three of his lives.

Nursing queens covered the ginger patches of their kittens with mud or ash in an attempt to fool the leader, but this only worked for one, whose mother faithfully covered her with ash every day, until her warrior ceremony. It was after this that he truly lost his mind.

He moved from the warriors’ den to the nursery, staring at expectant mothers as they got ready to kit. He also continued sacrificing warriors and apprentices to the Dark Forest, getting bolder with age. In his greatly advanced age, much to his despair, he began to lose lives simply from his body failing him. Panicking, he began to make more regular sacrifices, desperate not to lose any power.

Ultimately though, he could not win the battle against age.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--He lost three lives to poisoning.

--Four more lives were lost to old age.

--Most of the kits he killed were newborns.

--His successor was Droughtstar, who lost two siblings thanks to him.

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maplewood126 · 5 months

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Smokestar

Smokestar who was previously known as Smokestride. He received a lot of backlash from his clanmates for sticking with Brackenstar even when Smokestride believed what Brackenstar did was wrong. He did join the rebellion around the end of the war. Overall he is a great leader and is currently doing great with rebuilding the clan. He is very sweet and has deep regret for his actions.

#Smokestar #SmokeStride #SmokePaw #SmokeKit #warrior cats #warrior cat art #Wc art #Oc #Briarclan #Leader #Brackenstars group #Rebel

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drwc · 9 months

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Storm of Skies . Pages 4-6

rip lol!

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#warrior cats #danganronpa #comic pages #jadebreeze #sweetcoat #smokestar #thristletooth #pages #storm of skies #drwc #/ blood #/ animal death #/ drowning #(implied at leas)

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restinginpiecesofpizza · 8 months

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WARNING: SPOILERS FOR @loudclan-clangen

Welcome back to Loudclan, my 500+ generation dynasty challenge! After the chaos of Grizzlystar’s leadership Loudclan’s 5th generation struggled. The clan once again ballooned in size meaning that they were at risk of mass extinction events. These took a toll on all cats of the clan, especially Moonstar, who never had any wish to lead, but was left as the lone survivor of her siblings. Besides this though it was honestly kinda… uneventful? Smokestar was 66 moons old when she took over the clan and was only 128 moons old when she was killed by a gang of rouges, leaving Moonstar to take over when she was already 91 moons old.

#clangen #ocs #warrior cats

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rippleclan · 6 months

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RippleClan: Moon 5

Rustshade doesn’t notice when Oilpaw leaves camp alone.

[Image ID: Rustshade and Oilpaw have their backs to one another in the center of the screen.]

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“These are the leaders of Ashy-AshClan,” Oilpaw sang softly, pacing around the apprentice’s den, “Smokestar, Baystar, Sedgestar with the plan. Cougarstar got rabies, Turkeystar got fleas, Fuzzystar wouldn’t take responsibility. Pelicanstar fought the evil in his Clan, but Autumnstar brought them all back again!” Oilpaw panted as she ended with a little flourish. She turned to Carnationpaw, who laid belly-up in her nest. “I think I got it! How’s your studying going?”

“How do I know what I remember about kit care is right?” Carnationpaw groaned. She kicked her paws over her head. “What if I’m remembering something that isn’t true?”

“Maybe I can get my dad to test your memory!” Oilpaw suggested. “If he’s around, at least. Lately, he’s barely in camp.”

“No, he’s here,” Carnationpaw said, rolling over. “I saw him enter camp a little bit ago. I think he’s in the warrior’s den with Weedfoot.”

“Finally,” Oilpaw huffed. “We’ll talk after our exams!” Oilpaw jogged across the quiet, chilly camp.

The last leaves had drifted off the trees many days ago, leaving a nest of twisted branches in the distance behind the ginger apprentice. Sunhigh, that terrible time of day, inched close and clouded Oilpaw’s mind. Cold wind blew from the ocean and sent a shiver through Oilpaw. She picked up the pace and slowly approached the warrior’s den.

The den wasn’t the same rocky nook or shipwreck haven as the others, for none of the existing dens were big enough to hold all the future warriors of RippleClan. Instead, the whole Clan worked together to move rocks and brambles around a large open space that overlooked the sea. Downstar and Weedfoot carefully placed sturdy rocks and shipwreck wood around the den to form a roof, with a few support rocks firmly tucked into the sand. Maybe one day a bush would grow over the roof like in the apprentice’s den. But that would take many moons.

“You’re endangering her, Rustshade,” Weedfoot huffed inside the den. Oilpaw paused outside. She craned her ears to better listen. Since when did Weedfoot chastise a full-grown tom?

“I know that,” Rustshade groaned. “But it’s too late. The Clan has their suspicions, even if the code prevents them from asking. You’ve met her. This isn’t something she can handle alone.” Oilpaw bristled. Who was her dad talking about? Certainly not Oilpaw. No, Rustshade never thought of the daughter he took from WheatClan, the one whose mother gave her up without a fight.

Oilpaw stepped back and glanced around camp. No one else was around. She squared her jaw and snuck to the camp exit. She wasn’t going to wait around for Weedfoot or Rustshade, and if she spent any more time in camp, she would go insane.

(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Carnationpaw: 7, female, compassionate, splashes in puddles)

(Weedfoot: 54, female, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Rustshade: 62, male, sneaky, learner of lore)

While out alone, Oilpaw is lured by a tunnel under some disturbed sand.

[Image ID: Oilpaw faces a tunnel in the sand. The tunnel is a cat-trap tinged red along the bottom. Moonpaw lingers in the upper right corner.]

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“WheatClan’s leaders from the current to the first,” Oilpaw chanted as she jogged along the beach north of camp. “Let’s figure out which one was the worst! Sanderlingstar is doing alright. Podstar lost her teeth but never had a bite. Grebestar was boring, Pollenstar was nice, Tinystar… uh…” Oilpaw stopped. What did Tinystar do? Oilpaw groaned and racked her brain.

The ocean lapped at Oilpaw’s tail. She yelped at the cold and jumped back. As she shook the water off her tail, something glimmered in the corner of her eye. The perpetually cloudy skies had a small break that let the sun shine on a large pile of disturbed sand up the coast. It almost looked like a den.

Oilpaw jogged up to the den. Or was it a tunnel? The sand ate the light inside. The inner walls of the den-tunnel glistened and formed cross-hatch patterns. Rust ate at the bottom of the den. Oilpaw could smell something inside… food? It smelled like Downstar’s grilled fish, but better. She put a paw inside.

Something new shimmered in her eye. Oilpaw stepped back and looked south. A white cat lingered along the beach, watching Oilpaw. Green eyes met aqua blue without fear or hesitation.

“Hey!” Oilpaw yowled. “You can’t be here! This is RippleClan territory!” Oilpaw raced toward the cat and left stretched pawprints in the sand. The white cat strolled toward the trees beyond the beach. Oilpaw sped up. The white cat slipped behind a tree. Oilpaw spun around the tree… but saw nothing. The white cat was gone. In fact, Oilpaw didn’t smell any other cat nearby.

“What…” she muttered. A soft jingle fluttered from the beach. Oilpaw tensed as a small dog, no bigger than Oilpaw herself, scrambled along the shoreline. A jingling collar signaled its approach. Oilpaw stayed behind the tree. What was the word for a dog kittypet? A puppypet? That didn’t sound right.

Whatever the right word for the dog was, it skittered up to the tunnel. It sniffed Oilpaw’s prints and the cross-hatch inner wall. It wandered into the dark. A loud snap echoed across the beach. The dog yipped and yowled underneath the sand.

“Woah,” Oilpaw gasped. She ran back to the tunnel. An unseen cross-hatch wall now blocked the entrance to the sandy den. The dog slammed against the walls, crying. The sand crumbled away. What Oilpaw thought was a tunnel was actually a den made of metal. A bowl of fish chunks sat in the back of the den. The dog overturned it in its panic.

“Thanks for taking the hit for me,” Oilpaw muttered, unable to look away. Had she not chased after the white intruder… Maybe it was time for Oilpaw to head back to camp.

(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(???: ???, ???, ???, ???)

When Oilpaw gets back, Downstar gives her some advice.

[Image ID: Downstar and Oilpaw face one another. Over Downstar, it says LEVEL UP! VALUABLE INSIGHT -> TRUSTED ADVISOR]

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Oilpaw scanned the entrance to camp. She couldn’t tell if anyone was nearby, for the entire area smelled like her Clanmates. The entrance was another of Downstar and Weedfoot’s constructions, similar to the warrior’s den. The pair dragged huge bramble thickets from the forest and settled them along the stone walls of camp. The brambles ran so deep that you could only land on the stones if you made a flying leap and prayed. The brambles only parted by the dirt place and the entrance. Oilpaw could only half-remember Downstar and Weedfoot triumphantly placing the brambles around camp and entering with pelts full of thorns. If Oilpaw wanted to get back into camp, she’d have to go through the entrance and pray.

She strolled into camp, hoping she looked nonchalant. Carnationpaw tended the oven flame while Scrubmask shared tongues with Rustshade. Oilpaw’s ears perked up. If she went straight to the apprentice’s den, maybe she could pretend she’d been napping through the blinding sunhigh hours and find Weedfoot for her assessment.

“How was your walk?” Downstar stood outside the apprentice’s den.

“Holy balls!” Oilpaw hissed as her back arched. “Downstar?”

“Did you have fun outside?” Downstar purred, flicking her ears to the entrance.

“I’m sorry for leaving camp, but everyone was busy,” Oilpaw huffed, smoothing her fur. “I was sick of waiting for Weedfoot.”

“Next time you sneak out of camp,” Downstar chuckled, shaking her head, “at least tell a friend where you’re going.”

“Wait, the next time? Aren’t you supposed to yell at me?”

“That would be rather hypocritical of me. Do you know how many times my mother or mentor had to drag me back to camp?” Downstar playfully shoved Oilpaw’s head down. “Just be smart about it.”

“So…” Oilpaw carefully slipped around Downstar and got a few steps close to the apprentice’s den.

“Oh you still have to answer to Weedfoot,” Downstar laughed, blocking Oilpaw’s path. She pointed her tail to her den. “She’s waiting for you in my den. If you’re polite, you’ll only get a quarter moon of sunhigh duties.” Oilpaw groaned and shoved her head in the soft sand.

(Oilpaw: 9, female, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Downstar: 64, female, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

Puddlespeckle eavesdrops on Weedfoot.

[Image ID: Downstar and Weedfoot face one another in the upper right corner. Puddlespeckle lurks on the left. Underneath him, it reads + DISLIKE: DOWNSTAR, WEEDFOOT]

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“I don’t like it,” Weedfoot sighed. “How are we supposed to trade with SlugClan and LynxClan if AshClan has to escort us to every meeting?”

“Agreed,” Downstar groaned. She sat in her boxed-in nest, itching her raw pads. “Walking outside the Clans isn’t an applicable solution. I don’t want to do that ever again.

“Autumnstar’s just taking his anger out on us,” Weedfoot scooted into the box and settled beside her friend and leader. “We can’t live under his paw like this. Downstar, I know we don’t want to solve all our problems with violence, but LynxClan gets to follow the border between SlugClan and WheatClan to visit AshClan, so we should be allowed to as well. Eventually, we’ll have to fight AshClan.”

“With what warriors? Maybe if everyone else was here…” Downstar ran a paw across the box floor. “WheatClan likes us. We would have to cross through their territory, but maybe Rustshade can convince them to be our escorts for now?”

“If you’re willing to risk run-ins with the humans. Downstar, I’m serious.” Weedfoot put her paw over Downstar’s. “I know what AshClan is like. They won’t give us any aid they don’t think we earned. It’s part of their history.”

“What do you mean?”

“There was a fire.” Weedfoot’s heart spasmed as Puddlespeckle lurked outside the den.

“Puddlespeckle, were you listening to our conversation?” Downstart huffed, getting out of her den.

“Many generations ago,” Puddlespeckle grunted, entering the den with a sneered lip, “when there were only three Clans, a great fire ravaged the territory. The Clans were ruined. Every leader lost their remaining lives. The Clans did not know what to do. In trying to help one another, they lacked the resources to even help themselves. Smokestar took our Clan further east and established a new home in the ashes. Everything they’ve earned, they’ve fought for. They maintain their land through the blood of their ancestors, and curse the stars, they’ll defend it.”

“Father…” Weedfoot sighed.

“Of course AshClan wants to keep an eye on us!” Puddlespeckle growled, thrashing his tail. “We took their land! Only a fool would try to fight AshClan. You’ll just burn like the rest of your friends.” Bile coated his last words. He stalked away before either molly could say a thing.

It would have been better if Puddlespeckle hit Weedfoot.

(Weedfoot: 54, female, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Downstar: 64, female, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Puddlespeckle: 131, male, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

#rippleclan story #fennelspot #RippleClan #RippleClan Clangen #Clangen #warriors #warrior cats #Downstar #Oilpaw #Rustshade #Weedfoot #Puddlespeckle #Carnationpaw

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jjkolonok · 4 months

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catified/warrior catified version of an oc, her name in that universe probably gonna be something like smokestar/whisper

#art #digital art #warrior cats oc #warrior cats #sketch #cats #character design

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residences-of-the-darkforest · 3 months

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SUBMITTERS' CHARACTERS

Aloemist, Anteloperipple, Ashkit, Avery, Begonialeaf, Bella-May, Blightfrond, Bluedaisy, Bristleblaze, Brittlebite, Brokentongue, Brokenwhistle, Buckhackle, Buntinghoot, Cam, Campionpaw, Cherrykit, Cherrystar, Chickadeewhistle, Cody, Cookie + Nightfoot (joke submissions), Creekpaw, Crowstar, Cryfeather, Cypresspaw, Dahliahbreeze, Downstar, Droughtstar, Ducklingkit, Eggstep, Fireweaver, Flowerstar, Frondecho, Ginsengbloom, Gorsebriar, Hawkwhistle, Haypad (Haywild), Heronclaw, Hillfeather, Hiverose, Hollowhiss, Hollylion, Hoppaw, Houndtooth, Ivyburble, Ivyspots, Jackdawecho, Jacky, Lamb, Lampreypelt, Larchbee, Laureldawn, Lilywater, Lionclaw, Loachhowl, Lola, Lupinefrost, Madderblossom, Magpiepaw (Magpieshine), Mallowpelt, Mangleface, Moonshadow, Morningleaf, Mousespots, Mousethistle, Nettlefoot, Nudge, Ospreyhope, Palestone, Peanutfur, Perchpaw (Perchclaw), Pikespot, Possumpuddle, Pumpkinpatch, Redjay, Rosykit, Runningripple, Russetblossom, Sandfoot, Shallowsong, Shrikepaw, Shrikesquall, Smokeroot, Smokestar, Snowfoot, Sootpaw, Sparrowfreckle, Stonepaw (Stonefern), Streamfleck, Stubs, Stumpypaw, Sunnyshiver, Swantail, Tadpolemask, Tanagerwing, Tarspots, Tartail, Tawnypuddle, Vireopaw (Vireosong), Waxfeather, Whistler, Wildpaw (Haywild), Whimbrelshade, Willowruffle, Wordweaver, Wolfhaze, Wormkit, and Yewpool belong to @ambitiousauthor

Adderstar, Bristletail, and Burrcurl belong to @boogurl405

Cherrythorn and Nightleaf belong to @brokentranstar

Brightshade, Bubblelight, Cinderkit, Feathercloud, Flutterwhisper, Marrowpaw, Meadowstar, Mousenose, Orchidsmoke, Peachpaw, Spiderbite, Stormkit, and Wispkit belong to @bvnny-skvllz

Mothblaze belongs to @chillcatcryptid

Needlewhisker belongs to @chromaenthusiast

Axolotlpaw, Hiddensnake, Mantisstar, and Novice belong to @cosmosnaught

Ashflower, Doesong, Ferntuft, Flamebuck, Gusttalon, Oakstep, Sootspots, Sparktail, and Sparrowpaw belong to @elementaldeityoffood

Roachpelt belongs to @fly-whiskers

Blackstar, Breezefleck, Cavestar, Chasmmoor, Claudrat, Fogscar, Gingerstamp, Glaremouse, Hollowhusk, Limpetsong, Mousecrawl, Orangefluff, Palepaw, Pinestar, Redtree, Rimewhisker, Ripperclaw, Silentbrook, and Snipvoice belong to @frightnightindustries

Mallow belongs to @heartshapedpinksunglasses

Beargrowl, Daysoul, Goldenstar, Magpieleap, Marigoldsnake, Raceglint, Spiritstring, Spotgrowl, Springsoul, and Stardust belong to @indigo-flighty-falls

Belladonashade, Brokencry, Crowfang, Darkrose, Ferntangle, Minnowscale, Mintnettle, Rainsong, and Snowthicket belong to @jackisbored

Berrykit(Brokenkit/Lightkit), Butternut Squash (Shatteredbreeze), Copperpurr, Fadingstar, Ferretrunner, Foxflake, and Frostswan belong to @liberhoe

Beampaw, Butterflywing, Cedarstar/whisper, Glowingshadow/Cosine, Kindlepaw, Lunarpaw, Omentstar, and Sharkstar belong to @meowstival

Angelpaw, Batear, Darkbrush, Milkdud, Riverrush, Skullmoon, Treatpaw, Trickpaw, Whispkit, Whiteear, and Yippeepaw (joke submission) belong to @ribbonzregretz

Frostedjay belongs to @skyereadsandcommitsartcrimes

Loststar belongs to @soulofangst

Applecreek, Ashwhisper, Badgerkit, Birchflight, Cloudface, Cricketclaw, Cypresskit, Dewfall, Eelpaw, Foxfire, Frostwish, Ghostwatcher, Hollygorse, Lightningspring, Lighttail, Lilacheart, Morningsky, Motheyes, Needlepaw, Nightkit, Oakberry, Pebblekit, Pigeonfang, Pinedusk, Rookstorm, Sablefleck, Shademask, Snailstar, Tawnymoon, Tigerkit, Tinker Bell, Waspkit, and Webstripe belong to @starfalcon555

Brindlepaw, Carcasspelt, Clawbranch, Darkscar, Feathers, Giantstar, Honeyflower, Lemurgaze, Ricetail, Sparrowface, and Spottedstone (Oleandor) belong to @sunshadesfrozensky

Antleaves, Plumbee, and Runningbird belong to @sweetbirdydreams

Palemist and Shiverpaw belong to @the-bumbling-berry

Leopardshadow/star belongs to @the-crypid-moth

Buzzardstar, Cherrytail, and Icewing belong to @themainblogofsp20

Fleckthorn belongs to @vhs-warriors

Adalind (joke submission), Berrystar, Brownmouse, Cloudfang, Coyotetuft, Creaturefall, Crunchsnow, Fidgetguts, Fishkit, Fleathistle, Frostkit, Fungichomp, Goblingsnap, Goldfishfur, Gremlinfrost, Hollowstar, Hollykit, Honeypudding, Honeysuckle, Isopodbrain, Jellykit, Laughingmoss, Lioncatch, Molekit, Nightstar, Patchspring, Pinenutkit, Quickstar, Roseclaw, Shrikepollen, Smokefleck, Tawnykit, Timberstone, Turtlestepper, Whiteheart, and Wolfstar belong to @wills-woodland-warriors

Everyone else belongs to me, or had been residences until their submitter was blocked.

#posting this as its own thing because I can't edit the original now

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strange-nights-rp · 7 months

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Meet the Leaders - TimberClan - Patchstar

🌲Basic Info

Name: Patchstar

Former names: Patchkit, Patchpaw, Patchsplash

Name meaning: Patch for the tortoise shell coloration of her fur. Splash for her incredible proficiency in swimming and catching fish.

Clan: TimberClan.

Rank: Kit, Apprentice, Warrior, Deputy, Leader

Age: 36 Moons

Gender: She-cat

⤷ (AFAB)

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🌲Personality

Basic description: Patchstar is quick to defend her clan, but always tries to do what's fair and just. She loves to swim, yet usually only does so when extremely stressed. She's curious about everything in her surroundings and often goes to extremes to find out the answers to her own questions.

Traits

+ observant, brave, dependable, imaginative, clever

= determined, mischievous, curious

- busy, eager, daring

Likes and dislikes

+ wild berries, sturgeon, swimming, resting on her looking branch while observing the clan

- snow, twolegs, fires, minnows

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🌲Physical

Build: athletic

Fur: medium long, fluffy. Tortoise shell coloration, mainly black with lots of splashes of orange and yellow, with a bright orange tuft on the top of her head.

Eyes: Golden Left eye, Blue Right eye

Scars/physical disabilities: scar on her lip from a hunting outing with her brother, three scars over her right eye from her last fight with her father, a nick on her left ear from a tussle with a sturgeon in the water.

Scent: Sequoia wood and moss.

Other notable traits: often has no scent from swimming in the rivers.

Intelligence: 9/10

Strength: 6/10

Hunting: 7/10

Fighting: 7/10

Running: 6/10

Swimming: 10/10

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🌲Backstory

Patchstar was extremely fond of her brother Shellhawk as he was one of the only bright things in Patchstar's life growing up. Her mother, Spottedbird, mysteriously dissapeared the day after Patchstar was born.

Smokestar was always too busy to tend to either of them, so Shellhawk took it upon himself to raise his sister with the love neither of them received since their mom disappeared.

Shellhawk took Patchstar under his wing and mentored her. They would go on patrols together frequently and were almost inseparable, but that quickly stopped after an important mission with their father. A fire was looming dangerously close to their camp, and although Smokestar thought no one was watching, Patchstar saw him let Shellhawk fall into the roaring flames.

After seven moons of careful planning and with the help of her clan, Patchstar rose up against her father's hateful ways and fought him for the title of leader, earning her scars on her right eye as she avenged Shellhawk's death.

Now Patchstar loves to encourage the pursuit of knowledge in all the cats of Timberclan. She often visits the kits of the clan just for some tussling and fun and makes sure to go on at least one patrol with each apprentice before they become warriors.

But most of all, you can catch Patchstar sneaking off to the rivers for a quick swim when things get tough, especially when having to prove herself to the other older clan leaders.

#warrior cats rp #wc rp #new wcrp #warrior cats #warrior cat roleplay #warrior cats roleplay #wcrp #snwrp #strange nights

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