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Name: Rainpaw
Tribe: WaveTribe
Age/stage in training: 7 moons, apprentice
Mentor: Cavetooth
Generic size: Small (will grow to be average)

Background: Rainpaw spent his kitten-hood often dreaming of his mother. The enigma that she was, and the fact that no one in the Tribe would tell him much about her left Rainpaw 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 has begun mentoring 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.
Personality: Still being young, Rainpaw is curious and full of energy like most apprentices. Oftentimes he can be caught daydreaming about being Chieftain 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 in his Tribe'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.

Name: Cavetooth
Tribe: WaveTribe
Age/stage in training: 84 moons, Warrior, planning on retiring
Apprentice: Rainpaw
Generic size: Average

Background: Cavetooth has lived a long life, watching his Tribe grow, aiding the chieftain in 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 Tribe cats 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 WaveTribe - 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 laid with a city-cat, Cavetooth was outraged and estranged his lone heir for many moons, until the new kit was born. Unfortunately, Rivernose had met the same fate as her mother, and after 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 Tribe would remember.
Personality: 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 Swiftsky when needed, his knowledge not as great as the elder cat, but still useful. 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.


Name: Torncoat
Tribe: AshTribe
Age/stage in training: 29 moons, Warrior
Apprentice: Rosepaw
Generic size: Big

Background: Torncoat was born with his scar, and bears it with a proud sentiment. He was born the smallest of five kits, but over the course of time, each one of them has met their fate, either by thunderpath, disease, or at the paw of an opposing Tribe cat. 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 AshTribe as being one of the fiercest hunters, bringing in the most fresh-kill for the Tribe and having killed three invading cats 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, 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 AshTribe, but that is for the next Chieftain to decide.
Personality: 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 camp, but is willing to cooperate with his superiors to ensure he keeps an elevated status within the Tribe. One day, he claims, he will become Koa, no matter the cost...

Name: Rosepaw img
Tribe: AshTribe
Age/stage in training: 8 moons, apprentice
Mentor: Torncoat
Generic size: Tiny (will grow to be small)

Background: 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 her brother Thornpaw live, the other two kits 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 sense of pride.
Personality: 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 at camp, 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.

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