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[b][color=39b54a]WaveTribe[/color][/b]
[hr][color=0076a3][h3][center][b][i]Stormfur[/i][/b][/center][/h3][/color][hr]
[color=0076a3][i]Age:[/i][/color]    24 moons
[color=0076a3][i]Gender:[/i][/color] Female
[color=0076a3][i]Rank:[/i][/color]   Warrior
[color=0076a3][i]Apprentice:[/i][/color]  If anyone needs a mentor, I gotchu.  If not, none (will edit later).
[color=0076a3][i]Size:[/i][/color] Average
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[color=0076a3][i]Background:[/i][/color]  Stormfur grew up as good as any tribe kit could've hoped for.  She had a loving mother and father, plentiful food on a well-populated island, and a kind and supportive mentor.  
As she grew older she developed a talent not many others had, one passed down from her mother: swimming.  She became a great hunter, bringing in more fish than most of her clanmates' fresh-kill.  She progressed quickly, becoming a warrior during her 6th moon.  Stormfur was given her new name, and with it the responsibilities of a warrior.  

The tribes on the island had all heard tale of the Great Water beasts.  Some even claimed to have seen them.  To Stormfur however, they existed as no more than a myth told by queens to scare their kits.  Her mother and father joined her in a hunting party the day of the attack.  All she could remember was the beast moving through the water toward them, jaws opened wide.  Somehow, after losing an ear and most of her tail, she struggled back to camp, before blacking out.  When she awoke, she was told she was the lone survivor.  

Many of her tribe-mates thought she would die after the attack.  Yet, somehow, she survived.  Since then, Stormfur's wounds have mended, but her memories remain.  Now she strives to prove, to herself and her tribe, that a broken body is nothing to an indomitable warrior spirit.  After all, its what her parents would want.  
     
         

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[b][color=ed1c24]AshTribe[/color][/b]

[hr][h3][center][i][b][color=f7941d]Dawnleaf[/color][/b][/i][/center][/h3][hr]
[color=f7941d][i]Age:[/i][/color]   34 moons
[color=f7941d][i]Rank:[/i][/color]  Medicine Cat
[color=f7941d][i]Gender:[/i][/color] Male
[color=f7941d][i]Apprentice:[/i][/color]   If anyone needs a mentor, I gotchu.  If not, none (will edit later).
[color=f7941d][i]Size:[/i][/color] Small
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[color=f7941d][i]Background:[/i][/color]  [i]No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different tribe.[/i]  This single line of the warrior's code had saved his life.  If not for this he would likely not be alive.  If not for this they would've left him for dead. 
  Both his parents were members of a prominent gang of the time, the RedClaws.  Their names have long since been forgotten, their only legacy a failed coup that resulted in death.  Dawnleaf -orphaned, forgotten- was left to fend for himself at only a few weeks old.  He wandered the island in search of his parents, oblivious.  By a lucky coincidence, he was found on AshTribe territory a few days later, and taken in.  To this day, this is all he knows of his past.           


[color=f7941d][i]Personality:[/i][/color]  Dawnleaf is a driven spirit.  His sole commitment is to his duty, the protector of the tribe's lives.  In his mind, fulfilling this duty means being as knowledgeable and skillful as possible, to avoid the unnecessary loss of lives.  At every opportunity possible he seeks advise from the Stars, hopeful that his ancestors will guide him to be the best he can be.  
Though his dedication has made him a better medicine cat and consultant, it has also made him quite weary of conflict.  More than most, he understands the destruction caused by war.  His unpopular view isn't shared by most of his tribe however.  Despite the bloodthirsty nature of his tribe-mates, Dawnleaf does his best to silence any strife.       
   
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