𝓘𝔠𝔢𝓒𝔩𝔞𝔫: 𝔗𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝑦 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 [[Open!]]

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Sure!)

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(I will be gone all of tomorrow and the morning of the day after)

Newtpaw || tom-cat || 8 moons || Apprentice || Newtpaw is a slender, long-everythinged cat. His pelt is mainly that of a light grey spotted tabby, but in some places he has pale orange take over the spotting and fur surrounding it. Along with this, he has one white patch that consumes his entire left foreleg, goes up to his chest and throat, and ends on the lower half of his muzzle. The other three paws are also white. His eyes are a bright greenish-yellow. Newtpaw is a little odd, one might say. Because he's extremely lanky, he often trips other cats or generally messes things up. Because of this, he's a bit skittish around others because he's afraid he'll get into trouble by accident and get yelled at. He always strives to do his best. Newtpaw was born to a perfectionist and an unknown (likely) clan tom. His mother, even on the day of his birth, wanted him to be something. She constantly nagged him, made him stand up straight, be perfect in every way possible. Instead of making him gain confidence, this just ruined his self esteem and made every other word that comes out of his mouth "sorry".|| Other || None ||scorchtail||

Griffon || she-cat || 22 moons || Loner || Griffon is an average sized, run-of-the-mill mixed breed stray cat. Her pelt is a a mix of grey and brown ticking, making most of her appear as the greyish color. It only becomes apparent that she has brown as well when it comes to her chest, throat, face, and the insides of her legs because the furs aren't so thick here. All over her pelt, whether it appear more brown or more grey, she has mackerel tabby stripes that are an almost black color. On her face, she has a particularly brown patch on the top of her muzzle and a white chin that fades out into the tannish color that is the rest of her lower face and throat. Her eyes are a deep golden color. Griffon is a well-known trouble maker outside of IceClan. She has a habit of "accidentally" crossing borders and tempting the clan cats by flirting with them, no matter what gender they may be. She can be reckless and can be quick to jump to conclusions. Calls herself a rogue but really isn't aggressive enough to be labeled by others as such. Griffon was born inside a Twoleg home to what was supposed to be two kittypet parents. She along with her littermates were meant to be purebred bengals cats to be sold, but her mother had gotten outside for a bit and was instead knocked up by either a clan cat or a rogue. When her and her littermates were born and seen to not be purebred, her and her littermates were cast out of the house. Her littermates found homes in the surrounding neighborhoods, but she took this abandonment to heart and decided not to trust another Twoleg or really anyone else but herself. || Other || No Crush (yet) ||scorchtail||

[Thanks!]

[lol I didn't know that was the border clan, I've already joined it!]

[Anywho, do you have an open character atm?]

[I'd like to try out Griffon, if you don't mind? And Icestreak sounds like a good test subject given her personality]

Griffon began to circle Icestreak, but only made it about halfway around when she stood up again. "You're not going to fight me, are you?" She meowed, blinking. She sniffed, throwing her head to the side. "Look here, kitty, if you're not going to fight then I'm just going to hunt on your territory and you can explain to Larkstar why there's one less squirrel on your territory." She stepped toward Icestreak, putting her face just a mouse-length away from the other she-cat's. "And there's nothing you can do."

Griffon had time to smirk for half a heartbeat before she was leapt at. "Ah kitty's got sharp claws." She muttered, bucking her hind legs up to try and throw Icestreak. She rolled over, attempting to crush her underneath her.

Griffon smirked even as Icestreak's claws met with her muzzle. At that she sprang forward, her paws connecting with the warrior's chest to bring her to the ground. She got in her face once more. "Pretty and she's got moves." She meowed, clawtips pressing into her chest with the hint of a rusty purr that she cut off.