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My replacement cat for Stoneclan since Heatherstep had died .w.
Cat drawing (c) TilForeverEnds
Name: Meadowbreeze
Past Names:Meadowkit Meadowpaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Personality: Despite her fierce appearance and the fact she hardly speaks, Meadowbreeze is a very shy she-cat. Growing up as a an only kit her life was very hard, until she stumbled upon some small group of apprentices and kits where they welcomed her into their little mixed group of friends. From then she slowly began to open up to others, though she still will refuse help from any cat, thinking that by asking for help she is seen as weak and useless. She does not really want a Apprentice, as she thinks if the cat were to die, she would never train one ever again. Deep down she is lonely, and hides behind a cold attitude.
History
Pre-kithood: Both of Meadowbreeze's parents met when they were Warriors. Though of course her father was already a Warrior and several moons older. Neither of the two really considered themselves even friends, just clan mates. Meadowbreeze's mother was a graceful she-cat with a coat as find as silk, she was known as one of the most beautiful she-cats. She was well known as quite popular among all the Clans, while Cedarcreek was a handsome pale cream tabby tom with lovely emerald eyes.
One sunny spring day the two were assigned a patrol together. Some time later Cedarcreek realized he had began to like Roseblossom, But something he didn't realize was that she has also grown some feelings for the pale cream tabby tom.
Moons had gone by. Roseblossom found herself lovestruck and wanted to start a family. It was mostly her instincts kicking in, but she knew she had found the one.
Kithood [0-6 moons]: Being blessed with a pregnancy after being deemed unable to have kittens, Roseblossom and Cedarcreek were more than ecstatic when the she-cat became heavy with kits. It wasn't long before the young queen became paranoid with the safety of her kittens, much to the amusement of her mate. He reassured her that nothing would harm her or the kittens as long as long as he lived.
A few short weeks later, Orchidflower was heavy with kits, only a few short days away from kitting, or so they thought. It was a stormy night when the queen shrieked with her contractions, the medicine cat leaning over the she-cat as she heaved.
"Roseblossom," her mate meowed in his rough voice, rasping a tongue over her ear comfortingly as he laid the tip of his tail on her shoulder, "You're doing great, my love."
A weak smile reached her muzzle as she screwed her eyes shut, pushing with all her remaining strength as instructed, relief hitting the mother when she heard loud mewling over the thunder and pouring rains from Starclan's sky.
Roseblossom gasped for her kitten was the most blessed and beautiful creature she had ever seen, "She's breathtaking."
Cedarcreek nodded in agreement, a lump in his throat as his mate stopped struggling, realizing this little kitten was the only thing StarClan gifted them with, and she was the most dazzling cat he had ever seen besides his lovely mate, "She sure is, Roseblossom...she reminds me of your mother, shall we our daughter her after her.?"
Roseblossom thought of her late mother, Speckleheart, the she-cat having gorgeous meadow green eyes like her daughter and herself. The queen nodded with happy tears of approval, nuzzling her kit softly, "Our sweet little Meadowkit."
Apprentice [6-12]: Several moons after her mother's death, she was given her name and mentor who did not like her as well as she wished. When training in the harsh cold weather, Meadowpaw was known for falling and tripping over almost anything. When she was to do a simple dash move, she'd fall dead on her face in the dirt. Her mentor was known as Nettleclaw. Though a few months after neglect from this tom, Meadowpaw had enough and knew this wasn't meant for her. She soon spoke with the leader. With butterflies in her stomach she had asked to be assigned a new mentor. She asked her why and a few questions which had only made her feel like her heart had just sunk but she had told her how her mentor Nettleclaw was neglecting their training, and other sessions, no less it was just too much for her to handle. Now three moons into her apprentice state, she has a new mentor named Oakflight, a more patient and eager young brown tabby tom.
Warrior [12- current]: Finally becoming a warrior completely washed away the depression that had lingered beside Meadowbreeze's heart since her mother died. Although part of her heart would always remain hollow. The seasons passed, and her clan watched as she was growing up as a wonderful warrior. Though she stayed true to the warrior code, Meadowbreeze soon learned that sometimes, there were times when its rules didn't apply. She worked even harder to provide for Stoneclan, patrolling and hunting until she fell to her paws in exhaustion or even far enough until her paw pads had begun to bleed. The she-cat eventually then learned to pace herself, giving each task an equal amount of time to be completed and giving herself a short period of time to rest. Meadowbrook became well known throughout the clan for her loyalty and determination. Despite the empty space in her heart, the sandy colored warrior still looked forward to each day, not looking back at the sorrowful death of her mother and she wants to make her proud as she watches and protects her from StarClan.
Family
Mother: Roseblossom- A pale pinkish grey she-cat with meadow green eyes
Father: Cedarcreek- A pale cream tabby tom with emerald green eyes
Siblings: Scarletpool (Adopted sister) A russet red she-cat with green and blue eyes
Mentors:
Nettleclaw A very dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Oakflight Pale brown tom with darker flecks on his flank, deep copper eyes.
Sexual Orientation:
Mate: Open.
S.O.: Bi-curious - Although Meadowbreeze leans towards toms more, this she-cat will accept a nice she-cat if she is the right one for her, and can match her personality rather then dilute it.
Activity: Virgin - Honeywillow hasn't had strong enough feelings towards a tom to actually mate.
Looking for:
Quick Fling - ?
'Dating' Though Not Mates - ✘
Lasting Relationship - ✔
Turn-ons:
- Good sense of humor.
- Laid back.
- Blue or green eyes.
- Taller than her [toms] Slender then her [she-cats].
- Loves kits
Turn-offs:
- Rude.
- Overly-prideful.
- Cheater
- Liar
Relationships:
= Family
= Apprentice
= Dead
= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance = Friend
= Good friend = Best friend
= Crush = Love 
= Mate
= Discomfort/Dislike = Hate
= Fear
X = No longer feels this way.
None - will add as roleplays progress
RP Sample: A cold breeze chilled her to the bone, despite the long fur that covered her lean frame. Meadowbreeze shivered, trying to bury herself deeper into her nest. Normally it would be comfortably warm in the Warrior’s den, but with everyone already out on their morning duties, the sandy she-cat couldn’t seem to relax. This defeats the purpose of sleeping…She can’t get a heartbeat of rest! Giving up ruefully, the feline sat upright with a long yawn, still reluctant to step outside into the cool brisk morning. But the prospect of sitting here and doing nothing was even more mortifying to her, and with that thought she found the willpower to leave the horrid warmth her nest had provided her with. The wind was even worse outside of the den, but she wasn’t going to let anyone else know that! She held her head high, blaming the teeth-chattering chill on Stoneclan's location. The frigged winds blew over the open, and this morning didn’t seem to contain its usual uplifted feel. That might’ve had something to do with how the camp was partially deserted. Meadowbreeze frowned pointedly, her furry ear flicking in irritance; everyone was already out doing stuff, and nobody had woken her! Well, the fact that she was always kicking and waking up in the middle of the night might’ve had something to do with it… she needed as much rest as she could get. She doubted the other Warriors were too fond of being near her though because of it, and she quickly pushed the thought of nightmares from her mind. The greatest warrior of all the clans can’t dwell over stuff that happens when they’re sleeping! Trotting out of camp, she decided she’d try to get some hunting done so she wouldn’t be upstaged by any of the other Warriors or apprentices. Wherever she was going, she didn’t really pay much mind. Surely the Clan would be proud when she came back with lots of prey, and without even getting breakfast for herself! Yes, surely she was a noble Warrior. The thought brought a smile to her maw, and she continued out into the thicket of trees in Shadowclan’s territory with her tail raised and her eyes sharp.
Cat drawing (c) TilForeverEnds
Name: Meadowbreeze
Past Names:
Gender: She-cat
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Personality: Despite her fierce appearance and the fact she hardly speaks, Meadowbreeze is a very shy she-cat. Growing up as a an only kit her life was very hard, until she stumbled upon some small group of apprentices and kits where they welcomed her into their little mixed group of friends. From then she slowly began to open up to others, though she still will refuse help from any cat, thinking that by asking for help she is seen as weak and useless. She does not really want a Apprentice, as she thinks if the cat were to die, she would never train one ever again. Deep down she is lonely, and hides behind a cold attitude.
History
Pre-kithood: Both of Meadowbreeze's parents met when they were Warriors. Though of course her father was already a Warrior and several moons older. Neither of the two really considered themselves even friends, just clan mates. Meadowbreeze's mother was a graceful she-cat with a coat as find as silk, she was known as one of the most beautiful she-cats. She was well known as quite popular among all the Clans, while Cedarcreek was a handsome pale cream tabby tom with lovely emerald eyes.
One sunny spring day the two were assigned a patrol together. Some time later Cedarcreek realized he had began to like Roseblossom, But something he didn't realize was that she has also grown some feelings for the pale cream tabby tom.
Moons had gone by. Roseblossom found herself lovestruck and wanted to start a family. It was mostly her instincts kicking in, but she knew she had found the one.
Kithood [0-6 moons]: Being blessed with a pregnancy after being deemed unable to have kittens, Roseblossom and Cedarcreek were more than ecstatic when the she-cat became heavy with kits. It wasn't long before the young queen became paranoid with the safety of her kittens, much to the amusement of her mate. He reassured her that nothing would harm her or the kittens as long as long as he lived.
A few short weeks later, Orchidflower was heavy with kits, only a few short days away from kitting, or so they thought. It was a stormy night when the queen shrieked with her contractions, the medicine cat leaning over the she-cat as she heaved.
"Roseblossom," her mate meowed in his rough voice, rasping a tongue over her ear comfortingly as he laid the tip of his tail on her shoulder, "You're doing great, my love."
A weak smile reached her muzzle as she screwed her eyes shut, pushing with all her remaining strength as instructed, relief hitting the mother when she heard loud mewling over the thunder and pouring rains from Starclan's sky.
Roseblossom gasped for her kitten was the most blessed and beautiful creature she had ever seen, "She's breathtaking."
Cedarcreek nodded in agreement, a lump in his throat as his mate stopped struggling, realizing this little kitten was the only thing StarClan gifted them with, and she was the most dazzling cat he had ever seen besides his lovely mate, "She sure is, Roseblossom...she reminds me of your mother, shall we our daughter her after her.?"
Roseblossom thought of her late mother, Speckleheart, the she-cat having gorgeous meadow green eyes like her daughter and herself. The queen nodded with happy tears of approval, nuzzling her kit softly, "Our sweet little Meadowkit."
Apprentice [6-12]: Several moons after her mother's death, she was given her name and mentor who did not like her as well as she wished. When training in the harsh cold weather, Meadowpaw was known for falling and tripping over almost anything. When she was to do a simple dash move, she'd fall dead on her face in the dirt. Her mentor was known as Nettleclaw. Though a few months after neglect from this tom, Meadowpaw had enough and knew this wasn't meant for her. She soon spoke with the leader. With butterflies in her stomach she had asked to be assigned a new mentor. She asked her why and a few questions which had only made her feel like her heart had just sunk but she had told her how her mentor Nettleclaw was neglecting their training, and other sessions, no less it was just too much for her to handle. Now three moons into her apprentice state, she has a new mentor named Oakflight, a more patient and eager young brown tabby tom.
Warrior [12- current]: Finally becoming a warrior completely washed away the depression that had lingered beside Meadowbreeze's heart since her mother died. Although part of her heart would always remain hollow. The seasons passed, and her clan watched as she was growing up as a wonderful warrior. Though she stayed true to the warrior code, Meadowbreeze soon learned that sometimes, there were times when its rules didn't apply. She worked even harder to provide for Stoneclan, patrolling and hunting until she fell to her paws in exhaustion or even far enough until her paw pads had begun to bleed. The she-cat eventually then learned to pace herself, giving each task an equal amount of time to be completed and giving herself a short period of time to rest. Meadowbrook became well known throughout the clan for her loyalty and determination. Despite the empty space in her heart, the sandy colored warrior still looked forward to each day, not looking back at the sorrowful death of her mother and she wants to make her proud as she watches and protects her from StarClan.
Family
Mother: Roseblossom- A pale pinkish grey she-cat with meadow green eyes
Father: Cedarcreek- A pale cream tabby tom with emerald green eyes
Siblings: Scarletpool (Adopted sister) A russet red she-cat with green and blue eyes
Mentors:
Nettleclaw A very dark brown tabby tom with green eyes
Oakflight Pale brown tom with darker flecks on his flank, deep copper eyes.
Sexual Orientation:
Mate: Open.
S.O.: Bi-curious - Although Meadowbreeze leans towards toms more, this she-cat will accept a nice she-cat if she is the right one for her, and can match her personality rather then dilute it.
Activity: Virgin - Honeywillow hasn't had strong enough feelings towards a tom to actually mate.
Looking for:
Quick Fling - ?
'Dating' Though Not Mates - ✘
Lasting Relationship - ✔
Turn-ons:
- Good sense of humor.
- Laid back.
- Blue or green eyes.
- Taller than her [toms] Slender then her [she-cats].
- Loves kits
Turn-offs:
- Rude.
- Overly-prideful.
- Cheater
- Liar
Relationships:
= Family
= Apprentice
= Dead
= Uncertainty
= Acquaintance = Friend
= Good friend = Best friend
= Crush = Love 
= Mate
= Discomfort/Dislike = Hate
= FearX = No longer feels this way.
None - will add as roleplays progress
RP Sample: A cold breeze chilled her to the bone, despite the long fur that covered her lean frame. Meadowbreeze shivered, trying to bury herself deeper into her nest. Normally it would be comfortably warm in the Warrior’s den, but with everyone already out on their morning duties, the sandy she-cat couldn’t seem to relax. This defeats the purpose of sleeping…She can’t get a heartbeat of rest! Giving up ruefully, the feline sat upright with a long yawn, still reluctant to step outside into the cool brisk morning. But the prospect of sitting here and doing nothing was even more mortifying to her, and with that thought she found the willpower to leave the horrid warmth her nest had provided her with. The wind was even worse outside of the den, but she wasn’t going to let anyone else know that! She held her head high, blaming the teeth-chattering chill on Stoneclan's location. The frigged winds blew over the open, and this morning didn’t seem to contain its usual uplifted feel. That might’ve had something to do with how the camp was partially deserted. Meadowbreeze frowned pointedly, her furry ear flicking in irritance; everyone was already out doing stuff, and nobody had woken her! Well, the fact that she was always kicking and waking up in the middle of the night might’ve had something to do with it… she needed as much rest as she could get. She doubted the other Warriors were too fond of being near her though because of it, and she quickly pushed the thought of nightmares from her mind. The greatest warrior of all the clans can’t dwell over stuff that happens when they’re sleeping! Trotting out of camp, she decided she’d try to get some hunting done so she wouldn’t be upstaged by any of the other Warriors or apprentices. Wherever she was going, she didn’t really pay much mind. Surely the Clan would be proud when she came back with lots of prey, and without even getting breakfast for herself! Yes, surely she was a noble Warrior. The thought brought a smile to her maw, and she continued out into the thicket of trees in Shadowclan’s territory with her tail raised and her eyes sharp.
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