Name: Redspeckle

Past names: Fang ( Because of her one fang that shows. )

Gender: She-Cat

Colors: Black with white patches on her back end, red specks all over her body. White underbelly with a red tail tip.

Personality: Humourous / Kind / Hot-Headed sometimes / Loud / Caring

Abilities: Extremely good fighter and hunter. Very fast on land. Has sharp teeth and claws.

Age: 46 moons.

Clan: StormClan

Extras: Likes food. :P Dreams of starting a clan someday with a caring loving mate. Her jaw was broken and fixed by twolegs. Has alot of deja vu.

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Extras: Her mates name is Blackfire. Her fur is thick so she often stays in the shade.
Rank: Deputy
Kits: ;)
Crush: Blackfire.

Ok Iirainbowcat, Snini9, Icepaw and Wolfieimagine, I think we can start now. Everyone but Wolfieimagine and me have been living in the new territories for a while (if not their whole life) and we have just arrived.

Ready... Set... Go! :)



Lightningstar trudged through the river and scrambled onto the grass. She turned around to her only warrior, Stormpelt. She had been their newest warrior as well, but now things had changed entirely.

(Is it ok if she just starts as Frost?)

(Oh, yes. In fact it would be better if everyone who is not in Lightningstar's patrol did not start out with a warrior name.)

I edited the Character Template.

Thank you! Welcome to the role-play! You guys can start with your cats.

Blackfire paced around the tree he called home. It was a rather peculiar shape. It's bark, twisted and old like a tornado's funnel.
It's not like my nest in BloodClan, but it'll do. Blackfire had thought, when he first came upon that tree. It had been twelve moons since BloodClan had been destroyed by Thunderclan, and Scourge had been killed. I was a coward to run, but I lived... Blackfire reassured himself. The BloodClan motto was burnt forever in his mind, and caused him to have infinite guilt.
"Never run from a fight... Kill until you're killed. That's our motto, Blackpaw." Scourge had told him.
But I ran... I was a coward, but at least I survived. Blackfire thought bitterly.
Scourge had given him the name Blackfire, because the BloodClan leader knew the 'paw would one day burn through the forest.

Forgot to ping!

Frost chased a squirrel across the forest only too see it run up a tree Mouse Dung! she thought, Why did those clan cats have to drive me out?! The hunting was much better there! "Uncivilized rouges!" I'll show them! Frost smelled a bird and caught it in mid flight. "Yes!" She meowed out loud and settled down too eat it.

Blackfire had many names, but his most famous was Scourge of the Clans. StarClan prophesied that he, alone, would have the power to tear apart the clans. Of course, Blackfire, a great doubter, didn't believe in Medicine Cat mojo.
Blackfire's stomach growled. The tom had not eaten in three days, and was starting to feel great fatigue.
He hunted, finally tracking down a squirrel, and he devoured it messily.
A crack of thunder was issued overhead.
Blackfire looked out from under his cosy stump.
"It could be worse, he growled to himself. He licked his paw and ran it over a spray of whiskers. He spoke to soon.
It started to downpour, but Blackfire was warm and save in his nest, chicken feathers provided the majority or comfort.