Gender: Tom
Age: 8 Moons
Rank: Apprentice (Former Loner)

Personality: Silverpaw is not politically ambitious. In a perfect world, he would hunt, eat, socialize and then hunt some more in constant repetition. He's got an odd sense of humor and is still getting used to being a part of a clan. He can be highly competitive and has no problem voicing his opinions and defending them.

Description: Silverpaw's fur is a gradient of white, gray and even black hair that lends itself to his namesake. His eyes are a subtle amber with a hint of green and his body is very fit and agile, a product of his frequent hunting and honed prowess.

Backstory: Silverpaw was born to a Loner mother who nursed and provided for him as best she could, teaching him how to hunt and how to survive in a world where you were all you had. Several moons later, she began feeling very ill until one morning Silverpaw woke up and she simply wasn't there anymore. He cried out and looked for her, but none of his effort bore fruit. Eventually he was forced to accept that she was gone and to take all he knew of the forest and use that knowledge to survive on his own.

For many moons, he did just that; hunted, sheltered and looked after himself against other predators. It wasn't long before he crossed paths with the WillowClan and, tired of having no one, requested a place among them by offering himself as an apprentice to the clan.

Name: Blackpelt
Gender: Tom
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Medicine cat
Personality: Strict, but in a caring manner. Not afraid to tell you exactly what he thinks, even if you take offence.
Appearance:

Backstory: Born and raised in the clan, he walked out to the woods one day on a hunt, and got lost. He hid in a cave, and slept until the moon rose. He saw a large glowing pool, and, feeling thirsty, he lapped at it. He suddenly felt very very tired. He curled up, but when he woke, he....wasn't on the ground anymore. Instead, he was surrounded with cats. But what manner of cats? They were made of stars! They told him that they were the ancestors of all good cats. But he noticed that they didn't talk about the bad cats. Strange. He woke up, and felt weak, and tired. He walked back to the group, and told them that he....had been away.
Mate: None
Kits: None

Gender-She-cat
Age-32 moons
Rank-Warrior
Personality-built for hunting Duskwing is a quiet yet fierce presence. She is exceedingly loyal to the clan and will fight for it with everything she has. Though her silence is often mistaken for arrogance or aloofness, she is a steadfast friend to those that take the time to get to know her. The time she spent alone makes it more difficult for her to understand the inner workings of clan life, but she does her best to try and fit in.
Description-Dark russet fur with a black stripe from the back of her neck to the tip of her tail, bright light green eyes, and sharply pointed ears
Backstory-She grew up a loner called Dusk after her parents were killed in a fight with a dog when she was still under 12 moons. She used her slender stature to go unnoticed and, if needed, attack from the shadows. After making her way into the woods she stumbled across the clan cats and watched silently for some time. Enjoying the camaraderie she saw within and, tiring of being alone, she decided to join. Fighting head on isn't her forte, but that didn't stop her from doing everything she can to provide for the clan.
Mate-none
Kits-none

Gender-Tom
Age-34 moons
Rank-Warrior
Personality-Stormheart is kind and soft spoken; he is quick to offer aid to anyone who needs it and takes pride in helping out however he can. Despite this he is often unsure of what to do with himself and feels like he can be overbearing and clumsy due to his large size. He has a noble heart and is often struck by how well his own personal code lines up with the Warrior Code he now follows. He is a strong and capable fighter with a drive to do what he believes to be right.
Description-Large, broad, thick-furred silver tabby with yellow eyes
Backstory-Stormheart started off as a barn cat spending most of his days relaxing in the sun, if he wasn't hunting down mice or other vermin, but always found himself bored and itching to explore. He wanted to find something bigger than himself, and become useful in more ways than just killing rats. After arguing with himself for several moons he finally gave into his curiosity to explore the wider world and eventually came across Willowclan. After learning about how the clan worked and the kind of life they lead he decided that this is where he needed to be.
Mate-none
Kits-none

Name: Leopardfang
Gender: Tom-cat
Age: 26 moons
Rank: Warrior

Personality: Protective, honorable, loyal, and cunning. But also distrustful of strangers, vindictive, dogmatic, and tense. Leopardfang has had a rough life and for the most part, he has only had himself and a few others to take care of. It's difficult to become his 'friend' but when you have or when he finds a cause he decides is worth fighting for a fiercely protective and loyal cat is on your side. He has had to fight to survive but in doing so has his own code which has translated well to the Warrior Code. He has never killed another cat unless he was forced to and his sense of honor in combat is unshakeable. While surviving on his own he has had to grow to be quite cunning and uses his opponent's strengths against them and is a talented tactician.

Unfortunately for Leopardfang his past has also given cause for a very mistrustful demeanor to anyone that hasn't proven themselves. He has also grown used to being in charge and his dogmatic personality has had to become tempered as he enters the Clan world. It is still present but he's aware of it and it is already in the midst of changing. Leopardfang also holds a grudge and takes insults very seriously, he will harbor his desire for revenge until the culprit may have even forgotten the entire incident, Leopardfang waiting until the guard was down to strike. He's also quite tense, anxious about making a mistake and getting thrown out of the clan, or an enemy sneaking in. He will voluntarily take vigils and solo patrols just to ease his mind.

Appearance:

Backstory: Leopardfang was born in a two-legs town a few miles away. Through the forest and across a very large thunder path. However, as a kitten, his playful and energetic side was too much for the family and they ended up sending him to a shelter. On the way, the monster was attacked by another, and Leopardfang, or Levi, as he was known at that time's cage, was broken open and the doors shattered. The kitten managed to escape just barely and ran straight for the woods. While within he came close to death's door many times but was saved through either shrewd thinking, a passing stranger, or a larger animal hunting the hunter.

Levi was swarmed and enamored with tales of Clan cats all around the territory and started working towards making himself presentable for such a future. He started escorting cats from the two-leg town to the forest, taking them through a smelly tunnel that ran underneath the thunder paths. It was dangerous work, but Levi grew stronger from it and started gaining a sense of belonging, of helping, of life not being all about himself as it had while he struggled to survive. He was a well-known 'rogue' from some clans as some of the cats he helped escort ended up being accepted into various clans around the area. But Levi wanted more, and so he accepted a true challenge. A group of cats from the town wished to enter the wood and then exit the opposite side to see what life they could make there. Levi accepted the challenge of the escort and the group started their journey.

The ensuing adventure was one for the books, but the end result was the full group making it across the forest and then finding that they quite enjoyed the area. They started to settle down when Levi smelled a territory marker. His hackles had raised but knowing of the Clan cat stories he decided to investigate. In the end, Levi and the group he escorted were offered a place within the Clan. Not all accepted, but the vast majority did and Levi was given his warriors name, Leopardfang, due to his spotted coat and larger canines. Leopardfang entered into Clan life relatively well. He was a skilled hunter, but also a fierce defender and was a sure-in for defensive patrols or escorts should it be required. He made a name for himself as an honorable, albeit testy Warrior but one that pulled his weight and one that the leader knew had the Clan first.

Mate: None as of yet.
Kits: None as of yet.

Name:
Redleap

Gender:
Female

Age:
49 moons

Rank:
Warrior

Personality:
Redleap tries her hardest to be friendly, though sometimes her patience runs a little thin, especially with apprentices. She is fiercely loyal to WillowClan and is a no-nonsense she-cat; she bristles at any sign of laziness from others and takes her duty as a warrior very seriously. Despite her somewhat aloof exterior, she is actually quite timid and awkward when it comes to personal interactions. She tends to overthink things-- the only thing she doesn't overthink is hunting, and her natural skill of stalking and leaping upon unsuspecting prey is what earned her her name.

Appearance:
A tortoiseshell she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes. Her tail is a deep red.

Backstory:
Redleap joined WillowClan as a rather young cat, slightly older than when most apprentices should be getting their "-paw" names. Because of this, Redleap was one of the first apprentices of WillowClan, and already, she knew she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She sought to make a name for herself, despite the fact that she had some trouble in claw-to-claw combat. Though, Redleap was able to overcome her obstacle, and quickly became one of the most notable warriors in the Clan. What she was practically famous for, however, was her hunting technique.

Redleap once had an apprentice-- a she-cat by the name of Troutpaw. Redleap was very much honored by the fact that Fernstar had deemed her worth enough of having an apprentice, but such a feeling was short-lived. Unfortunately, Troutpaw succumbed to greencough one specifically harsh winter, and due to this, Redleap hasn't been able to see young cats the same way.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A

Name:
Wolf -> Wolfpaw

Gender:
Male

Age:
9 moons

Rank:
Loner -> Medicine cat apprentice

Personality:
Somewhat silly and laid back, but cunning and conniving as well. Wolf always has something to say; he isn't afraid to speak his mind, even to cats that are older than him. He's an avid gossiper and very much nosy. Though, Wolfpaw doesn't mean any harm. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue and somewhat of a sassy attitude, but everything he does is in the best interest for his Clan. He's very intelligent when it comes to the different types of herbs, and knows how to work side by side with Blackpelt almost effortlessly.

Appearance:
A light blue-gray tom whose fur is darker at his tail, ears, and face. Has sharp, yellow eyes, and his tail is plumed.

Backstory:
Wolf started off as a kittypet that had escaped his home in search of something... well, better than eating dry pellets and having to deal with a collar the whole day. Luckily for him, there was hardly a time when he had to put his strength to the test against other cats for survival. He usually waited for smaller cats to catch something for prey and then chase them off, or laid in wait for ambushes on cats who might have been tracking him down. Even then, he wished he had something more to worry about. He craved company, so he traveled deeper into the wilds after hearing talk about a group of cats that dwelt there. Hopefully they would be willing to take him in.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A