I'm posting it all in a new thing cuz, meh, why not? Hopefully that all works. Rainpaw will ultimately be the primary cat, due to Cavetooth's age, and I hope the antagonist clan's cats will work out as well!

[b]Primary cat(s)[/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Rainpaw
[b]Age/stage in training:[/b] 7 moons, Apprentice
[b]Mentor:[/b] Cavetooth
[b]Generic size:[/b] Small (will grow to be average)
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Background: Rainpaw spent his kitten-hood often dreaming of his mother. The enigma that she was, and the fact that no one in the clan would tell her much about her left him often wondering about who it was who had bore him. Her name was Rivernose, and from the few tales his grandfather had told him, he knew that she was a fine huntress, stalking the night's creatures with the grace of the wind. Upon his birth, Rainpaw's mother passed away, leaving Rivernose's father, Cavetooth, to raise the child. Sometimes Rainpaw wondered about his father, too, but knew that after the one time he had asked Cavetooth, and the terrifying fit that followed, it wasn't something to keep on his mind. Now, the tom who raised him now mentored the fledgling apprentice, meticulously training the kit on the ways of the warrior, fussing over minute flaws and brushing off any successes that Rainpaw had, crafting the cat into the perfect hunter.
[b]Personality:[/b] Still being young, Rainpaw is curious and full of energy like most apprentices. Oftentimes he can be caught daydreaming about being leader or on a great hunt, and feels bogged down by his responsibilities as an apprentice. He isn't overly sociable but tries to make attempts at forming friendships with others, so far to little avail. He often thinks about making something of himself, and looks up to the warriors around him, hoping to be one of the strongest warriors in his clan's history. Despite his affection for Cavetooth, Rainpaw finds it difficult to relate to his grandfather, worried that he might upset his mentor if he asks for stories of his mother.

[b]Name:[/b] Cavetooth
[b]Age/stage in training:[/b] 84 moons, Warrior, planning on retiring after he finishes mentoring his apprentice
[b]Apprentice:[/b] Rainpaw
[b]Generic size:[/b] Average
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[b]Background:[/b] Cavetooth has lived a long life, watching his clan grow, aiding leaders in their times of need, and becoming something of a stern uncle for most other warriors. From adolescence he worked with all of his strength as a hunter, using his wit and determination to ensure his clan slept with full stomachs and safe from the dangers of the woods and other clans that would try to hurt them. When he was finally ready to have kits of his own, Cavetooth was sure to pick the strongest, most capable she-cat of producing strong offspring. When the time came, a great sorrow struck the clan - the Queen, in giving birth, passed away, and only one kit was born, a small molly with a weak front paw. Cavetooth was heart-broken, sure that he would've had a powerful child of his own that would become a warrior of legend. But despite this, Cavetooth took it upon himself to raise the small feline named Rivernose into a terrifying huntress. When he had learned from his daughter that she had been with a city cat, Cavetooth was outraged and estranged his lone heir for many moons, until the kit was born. Unfortunately, Rivernose had met the same fate as her mother, and upon laying eyes upon his grandson, Cavetooth again took up the responsibility to raise a mighty warrior from the little kit, sure that this time he would do whatever he could to make his heir into one of the greatest tales that the clan would remember.
[b]Personality:[/b] Usually a difficult tom to get along with, Cavetooth is not one for theatrics or long-winded speeches, and gets to the point rather quickly. He cares more for action, and when he can get it, he takes it in an instant, the heat of battle or the thrill of the hunt his only driving force. However, in his age it can be noted that the old cat has softened a bit, enjoying a bit of down-time every now and then, and can be useful for tips and tricks - so long as he gets something in return. He tries his best to aid Silentstar when needed. He loves Rainpaw dearly and would do anything to ensure his grandson's safety, but oftentimes comes across too harshly, pushing the young apprentice to try harder despite his successes.


[hr][b]Enemy clan[/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Torncoat
[b]Age/stage in training:[/b] 29 moons, Warrior
[b]Apprentice:[/b] 2nd apprentice, Rosepaw
[b]Generic size:[/b] big
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[b]Background:[/b] Torncoat was born with his scar, and bears it with a proud sentiment. He was born the smallest of five kits, but over the coarse of time, each one of them has met their fate, either by thunderpath, disease, or at the paw of the opposing clan. Torncoat takes his survival as reason to believe he is the strongest of all of them, and to disagree with him would claim to have not seen him out hunting. He is known throughout the clan as being one of the fiercest hunters, bringing in the most fresh-kill for the clan and having killed three cats from the opposing clan himself. Just recently he took on his second apprentice, Rosepaw, after claiming he had a dream where she was grown and had slain many cats from the other clan, knowing that he would be the tom to perfect the kit's skill. It wouldn't be surprising to some if he did one day come to lead the clan, but that is for the next leader to decide.
[b]Personality:[/b] A true deviant, risking the safety of others to ensure his own gain. However, he masks his vile attitude quite well when among his comrades, and can even be quite playful while out in the field. He doesn't think highly of others, often thinking that the successes of those above him are based solely on luck, not true skill. If he could have his way, he thinks, things would be going a lot better around here, but is willing to cooperate with his superiors to ensure he keeps an elevated status within the clan. One day, he claims, he will become deputy, no matter the cost...

[b]Name:[/b] Rosepaw
[b]Age/stage in training:[/b] 8 moons, Apprentice
[b]Mentor:[/b] Torncoat
[b]Generic size:[/b] Tiny (will grow to be small)
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[b]Background:[/b] Rosepaw has a surprisingly similar history to Torncoat, despite her youth. The little kit was born the smallest of four, and already, only she and a brother (Thornpaw) live, the other two dying from sickness. There have been far too many sleeps disrupted by vivid, brilliant dreams that continue to haunt her, many of which showing her in the midst of battle, or the victor at the end of one. She doesn't know why she keeps getting them, but the other kits go out of their way to avoid Rosepaw when she isn't out hunting with Torncoat. The apprentice is a third of the way through her training, and already she has proven herself to be quite gifted with her ability to hunt and kill prey, giving her mentor a bit of pride to wear on his fur.
[b]Personality:[/b] Rosepaw often feels distant from the other cats, usually because her sleeping-fits drive the other kits her age away. The only cats that she feels comfortable being around are her brother Thornpaw and Torncoat, but even then she is rather quiet. Her mother Redclaw often takes care of the little she-cat when she is with the clan, keeping her close when she can, to Torncoat's dismay. He views it as softening the kit up, thinking that the affection would not aid Rosepaw in her training to become a great warrior.