— BLOSSOM﹕her surprisingly gentle nature, despite her agressive outwards appearance.
— CLAW: her sharp senses when it comes to others.

*AGE﹕22 Moons
IDENTITY﹕Cis-Female | She/Her| Lesbian

RANK﹕Warrior
FACTION﹕Thunderclan
MENTOR/APPRENTICE﹕N/A - TBD

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BREED﹕LaPerm
COLOURATION﹕A brown tabby she-cat, with minimal leopard-esque spots in her midsection, and a cream underbelly.
COAT LENGTH﹕Medium
ODDITIES / SCARS﹕Flopped right ear, a birth defect
SCENT﹕Fresh Blossoms & Petrichor

— Blossomclaw is a rather broad she-cat, muscles rippling under her brown and tan tabby pelt from moons of training and her time as a warrior. Her piercing brown eyes naturally appear almost rose-colored in the sunlight, resembling that of the blossom flower when held in comparison. Leopard-like spots decorate her midsection, each filled with a shade lighter than the next. Despite her dark colored pelt, a warm cream color fills her muzzle and chest, stretching as far back as the entire of her full, thick tail, which can often be found wrapped around her similarly cream colored paws. Though it seems she is all muscle under a sheet of fur, one would be surprised to learn Blossomclaw is a long-furred feline, the thicker patches of her fur filling in where her limbs don't quite to create a soft, lovable exterior.

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+ Alert | Reflective | Self-Celiant
- Private | Enigmatic | Boyish
× Arbitrary | Calculating | Expedient

— Blossomclaw is what you'd call, well, a background character. Rather than present herself at the front of the line, this molly will sit back and observe, preferring to collect as much information as she can before approaching a situation. While this may seem rather aloof, rather than any personal goal, Blossomclaw searches for ways to benefit those who she deems deserves it. For example, her clan, to which she holds the utmost loyalty. Luckily for her, through years of sitting in the back and getting picked last on purpose, she developed a rather keen eye for honesty, a useful skill when approaching enemy clans for information they don't seem willing to give. Blossomclaw holds a softspot in her heart for the elders of any clan, however, seeing their lives as the highest standard for the life of any cat, and will step in should you decide you'd like to make an enemy of one.

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Alive, Unknown, Passed

PARENTS﹕Gingerleap [NPC], Dirtfur [NPC], Featherbite (Adoptive Mother) [NPC]
SIBLINGS﹕ Yellowflight (Adoptive Sibling) [NPC], Rosewood, Darkpaw [NPC]
OFFSPRING﹕N/A

MATE(S)﹕
PAST MATES﹕Springtail [NPC]

— Blossomclaw, born Blossomkit to Gingerleap and Dirtfur of Thunderclan, has always been a fairly quiet, reserved feline. Till the age of 4 moons, she almost exclusively remained at the side of her father when she could, her older sibling from a different litter, Darkpaw, off learning the basics of existing in this strange world they had been born into. It wasn't until her sixth moon that she began to explore the camp alone, though not of her own willingness. A border scrimage, Riverclan attempting to overtake just a sliver over the border during a particularly cold bareleaf, led to a rather traumatic loss of both her parents.

The already reclusive kit shrank further into herself, almost dissapearing into the camp till it came time for another queen to take over her last few moons as a kit. Strangely enough, however, it was not a queen who took over her childhood, as she no longer needed to be nursed, but a warrior who refused to retire. Unwilling to be sat down for good in the elder's den, the leader assigned Featherbite the task of looking over the young molly, to which she was rather disdained by at the time.

Though Featherbite took enough care of Blossomkit, now 7 moons, having been held back from their apprenticing ceremony due to their blatent unwillingness to try, Blossompaw did not return to her former, fairly quiet but kit-like self. That is, until Featherbite had enough of it herself. Seeing as she was old enough, Featherbite began to drag the kit out of the camp, not for a normal sort of training no, but to have her simply listen. Listen to the sounds of the world around them, of the clan bustling to take care of itself, of the outsiders attempting to have even a sliver of what they enjoyed as clan cats.

It sparked something in Blossomclaw. With much debate, and a rather ticked off leader, Featherbite was assigned as her mentor, who alongside the normal training rituals, began to teach her to use her silence, her invisibility, as an advantage. To keep an ear and both eyes on everything around you. Through moons of training, Blossompaw, now an apprentice, honed a skill that allowed her to fairly decide with little hesitance, whether another feline was lying.

Her warrior ceremony brought only more grief for the young molly after all her hard work, however, as a hunt gone wrong for the warrior, who truly had been pushing themselves past their limit for moons upon moons, left Featherbite to meet her match against a particularly ravenous weasle, who had just woken up from a rather long nap over the cold season. Blossomclaw's warrior vigile sat accompanied by a vigile for her lost family, and a promise to herself that she would uphold the lessons her mentor had tormented herself to teach the molly.

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— NAME | relationship
Relationship descrption/Thoughts of relationship

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P. PURRK(S) :
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ • Mind Reader

T. PURRK(S) : N/A

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*Age at time of posting, ask IRP for current age.
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