Mr. P's Character Backstories!

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Table Of Contents/Directory

ThunderClan

Pineblossom
Mushroomfur
Weepingkit
Stormkit

ShadowClan

Lynxpelt
Blackjaw
Silverdusk

RiverClan

Fallenspirit
Ashfall
Mothpetal
Otterkit

WindClan

Moorsong
Sunstorm
Pantherkit

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Pineblossom
Past Names: Pinekit, Pinepaw
Affiliation: ThunderClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 32 Moons
Appearence: Brown tabby she cat with light brown face and paws, a white undercoat and emerald green eyes
Personality: Pineblossom is strict, but kind. She hides her emotions beneath a stoic expression. She is bipolar, and the switch up in her emotions can be almost instant, without any warning.

The Backstory
Pinekit was born to Mushroomfur and Flowerheart of ThunderClan. Growing up, she mirrored her mother's soft tendencies, with an underlying fierceness and attitude that would stay with her as she grew up. She was teased in her kithood and early apprenticeship for her half loner heritage. Mushroomfur has previously been a loner, just by the name Mushroom. He met Flowerheart when he stumbled into ThunderClan territory. The two grew closer, eventually becoming mates. As soon as Flowerheart was expecting kits, Mushroom agreed to join the Clan before she started showing signs of pregnancy. Moons later, Pinekit was born.

As Pinepaw, she was very keen on learning how to fight, determined to defend her Clan from any attackers. She became a graceful fighter and stealthy hunter. Unfortunatly, tragedy struck in the middle of leaf-bare. Flowerheart and Pinepaw had went out on a hunting patrol at Smallpines. The river was frozen over, only by half an inch. A squirrel raced over the waters, enticing Flowerheart to speed after it. As she leapt onto the ice and raced after the squirrel, a deafening crack filled the air as the ice broke beneath her, sending Flowerheart plunging to the icy depths. Pinepaw watched it all from the shore, her jaw agape and her eyes stretched in sheer terror. Her mother had disappeared right before her eyes. She never came back up, leading to the conclusion that she was dead. Or so we thought... (possible upcoming plot )

After roughly a moon since the Smallpines incident, Pinepaw was made a warrior, Pineblossom. A few moons into her warriorhood, Pineblossom and Mushroomfur were on a nice walk in the territory, when they stumbled upon a badger sett. It reeked of badger, and as they turned to report it back to camp, the beast was lumbering towards them. Mushroomfur stepped in front of Pineblossom, racing to defend her. The badger lunged, as did Mushroomfur and Pineblossom. The badger's claws caught Pineblossom's hind leg, leaving a gash that would eventually scar over. Mushroomfur in a blind rage, started tearing at the beasts eyes and face, clawing out one of its eyes. However, The beast swung at Mushroomfur's leg, slashing it deep. the adrenaline nulled the pain, and Pineblossom and Mushroomfur managed to rush the badger out of the territory.

Unfortunatly, Mushroomfur's leg was damaged to an unsavable extent. All the herbs they used did nothing to the wound as it continued to swell. The wound was oozing and blackening after week, riddled with infection. The only choice was to amputate it. Pineblossom was riddled with guilt, and this contributed to the bipolar that she developed.

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Mushroomfur
Past Names: Mushroom
Affiliation: ThunderClan
Past Affiliations: Loner
Age: 68 Moons
Appearance: Tan tom with amber eyes and a missing hind leg
Personality: Mushroomfur is quite calm, very protective and very resourceful despite his lack of a hind leg.

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Weepingkit
Past Names: N/A
Affiliation: ThunderClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 5 Moons
Appearance: Mottles black and white tom with yellow eyes
Personality: Timid, self-isolating

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Lynxpelt
Past Names: Lynxkit, Lynxpaw
Affiliation: ShadowClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 30 Moons
Appearance: Ashy brown tom with black flecks and amber eyes
Personality: Very strong willed, stern, fiercely loyal

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Blackjaw
Past Names: Blackkit, Blackpaw
Affiliation: ShadowClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 22 Moons
Appearance: A pure white tom with one black paw and a black lower jaw, yellow eyes
Personality: Fiercely loyal, very self-conscious, kind

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Silverdusk
Past Names: Silverkit, Silverpaw
Affiliation: ShadowClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 24 Moons
Appearance: Silver and black tabby she-cat with blue eyes
Personality: Sarcastic, dry humor, kind but crass

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Fallenspirit
Past Names: Firekit, Firepaw, Firesong
Affiliation: RiverClan
Past Affiliations: N/A
Age: 27 Moons
Appearance: Tortoiseshell tom with blue eyes
Personality: Cold and harsh, reserved, easily irritable

The Backstory

Firekit was born to Fallenflower and Flamespirit of RiverClan. Firekit was always very boisterous and playful with his denmates, his size often resulting in them getting bowled over. As he grew up and was apprenticed, he slowly matured, still keeping a bright and bubbly demeanor. He grew to be a force on the battlefield, and a very graceful swimmer. Firepaw was made a warrior at 13 moons old, his name becoming Firesong.

Roughly a moon passed, and a rogue fire started on the outskirts of the RiverClan territory. Firesong was sent as a part of the patrol to check for damage. As the acrid tang of the smoke filled his nose, a familiar scent did as well. That was when the patrol stumbled upon the charred bodies of his parents, Flamespirit wrapped around Fallenflower. The sight of this completely shattered Firesong, freezing him in shock, horror and misery. The rest of the patrol went back to camp, to leave Firesong to mourn. He sat there for 2 whole days, sobbing and screaming until his vocal cords were raw.

A patrol came back to the scene days later, to retrieve the bodies and to bring them back for a proper burial. Firesong watched as his parents were covered in dirt, forever resting below the entrance to the camp. His throat was still in pain from the days of crying, but the tom managed to rasp out a few words to the leader. "My name is Fallenspirit," the tom croaked out.

As the moons passed, Fallenspirit began to grow colder and harsher. His blue gaze grew icy, his attitude became rude, and his tongue was sharp. The only thing that hadn't changed was his undying loyalty to RiverClan. His fighting style became more secretive and menacing, using the shadows to hide himself, easier to do with his tortoiseshell pelt. His striking blue gaze became a symbol of fear for rogues and loners that he caught trespassing, as stories of him circulated around the Twolegplace. To this day, Fallenspirit has been having dreams of flames, smoke and screaming, and now he is positive that this fire was no accident, and neither was his parents deaths.