|| Delillah's Army ||

[Delillah]

Thunderclan
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Riverclan
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Leafpaw

Windclan
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Finchflight

Shadowclan
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Patchpaw

Bloodclan
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Archangel
Solitaire

Loners
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Rogues
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Kittypets
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Other
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Renegade

[Delillah]

"So when you see me coming,
You better back down,
Cause I've been waiting,
To smack you around.

Oh I don't hold my breath,
And I don't hold my tounge,
And I know that you know that I don't back down,
To no one,
To no one."

Name: Solitaire
Age: Twenty Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Bloodclan
Rank: Leader
Brief Appearance: A pretty silver she-cat with piercing blue eyes.
Appearance: Lithe and slender, perhaps even a bit dainty, Solitaire isn't physically powerful, favoring speed and wit over strength. The cat's main coloration was a pale silvery, fading to white along her underside. Her pattern was a mackerel tabby one; fine black stripes breaking to form spots in some areas and bars in others. Sharp, icy blue eyes gave the she-cat a cold stare, and really, eyes are windows to the soul.
Personality: Solitaire's personality isn't all that complex, really. A cold, calculating she-cat, one really shouldn't take her to lightly. Kill or be killed is her usual view of things. Those who are strong survive, and the weak, well, that's just too bad for them, isn't it? Intelligent, sharp, and self-confident, intimidation tactics won't work on her. Infact, she seems to fear no one; bold enough to walk up to a cat twice her size and insult him to his face. When it comes to how she leads, she's strict. Strict and harsh, at times. Obey her rules, jump when she asks it, and don't question her authority, and there will be know problems. However, she has no tolerance for disobedience or disrespect. Infact, one might get the feeling she barely tolerates others so much as existing in her presense. One thing she particularly seems to dislike is the other Clans - or anything else that threatens the resources and survival of Bloodclan. To the few Taire's actually does seem to like, rather than tolerate, she makes her favoritism clear; and can be strangely affectionate with them. However, it's quite far and inbetween.
History: Pending

The Mate: N/A
The Offspring: N/A
The Apprentice: N/A
The Friends: N/A
The Enemies: N/A

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The Important Updates: N/A

[Delillah]

Theme Pending

Name: Patchpaw - Patchmask
Age: Six Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Apprentice
Brief Appearance: A small calico she-cat with a distinctive split face.
Appearance: While not exactly undersized, Patchpaw is a relatively small she-cat for her age. Sleek and lengthy, it's clear she's speed-based; and, although she could still potentially grow, the small she-cat seems to work quite well with her size, fleet-footed and graceful. In coloration, she's a calico, plain and simple. A white base, with patches of a lighter orange, and black. Her face, however, seems to be split - one side being mainly black, while the opposite side is mostly orange and white. Patchpaw's eyes are, perhaps, her best feature a deep, minty shade of green.
Personality: Patchpaw's a loyal, hard-working young she-cat; although she does have plenty of attitude. Confident and bold, there really isn't anything shy about her. Ambitious, too - and willing to work towards her ambitions with everything she's got. At times, she can be sarcastic - and when something happens to conflict her views, she's not too afraid to argue the matter. Patchpaw is also fond of attention; and while she doesn't need the spotlight every waking moment, when she does get it, she thrives.
History: Patchpaw was born in Shadowclan; the only kit to a respectable warrior - although her father was a rogue. Thus far, her life has been relatively uneventful, and she's pleased to be an apprentice - as things may finally liven up a bit for her.

The Mate: N/A
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The Mentor: Longear
The Friends: N/A
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[Delillah]

Theme Pending

Name: Leafpaw - Leafstorm
Age: Seven Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Brief Appearance: A lovely tabby with sharp, mis-matched eyes.
Appearance: Neither exceptionally large, nor exceptionally tiny, Leafpaw falls into a more 'average' size catagory, leaning perhaps towards the smaller side. The she-cat's face and front legs have a tabby pattern, although, across the rest of her body, she has more of a ticked pattern, with some faded stripes. Her main color is a light gray-brown; with traces of peach in her face and legs. Her muzzle, down her throat, and underbelly are pure white - along with her paws. The she-cat's markings are mostly symmetical, however, her eyes seem to contrast the most - one being an intense, leafy green, and the other being a deep aqua blue; both of which are rimmed in black, helping them stand out.
Personality: Leafpaw is a strange little thing -- a bit shy at first meeting, she tends to stick with those she knows. If one's on her good side, she's affectionate and loyal, quite willing to follow them to the end. However, her bad side is ice cold; noteworthy for a sharp-tongue. A slight flirt, she does like to impress toms; although, that's generally about all she's interested in. When it comes to battle, she shines -- there's no hesitation in her for fighting; like a summer thunderstorm, nonexistant one moment, and full-fury the next.
History: Pending

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The Offspring: N/A
The Mentor: Needed
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[Delillah]

"I live in the past,
I can't move on beyond the pain,
I feel no release,
I wanna find my peace of mind.

My fear, my fear,
It's holding me stillborn,
My fear, my fear,
I'll never be again."

Name: Finchflight
Age: Eighteen Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Brief Appearance: A small tabby tom with green eyes and a limp.
Appearance: Certaintly not the fiercest tom around, Finchflight is neither large nor muscular. Quite the contrary, he's small and sleek for a tom. A grayish-brown covers most of his body, although the exact color seems to shift rapidly over his body -- from gray to more of a caramel brown. Overtop of this, darker stripes, marking him as a tabby. His underside is a bit lighter, nearly white, but slightly off. As for eyes; a light green-gold. It might also be worth noting that Finchflight tends to limp on his left hind leg.
Personality: Finchflight isn't that deceptively harmless looking cat who turns out to be a psychotic, vicious, or brave warrior. Actually, a mouse could likely bully him. Nervous and timid; the tom isn't one to challenge anyone else, and most certaintly wouldn't survive as a warrior. One might wonder why he hasn't just went off and found a nice twoleg family -- except, well, he's scared of those, too. Respectful, submissive, and gentle; it doesn't take a whole lot to get along with him. However, the tom is quite intelligent, and when a situation arrises where his aid is needed, he's shockingly calm and level-headed.

A complete opposite to his normally jittery attitude. If there is one thing, however, that can set this tom into a fury, it's anyone or thing that harms a kit, elder, or queen. Infact, other than defensively (and, really, his idea of 'defensive fighting' is to hiss, spit, and run like crazy), it's the only thing that can provoke him to actually fight. He'll put himself in the middle, and fend off the danger to rival the bravest Thunderclan warriors.

History: Finchkit was a small kit; giving him his name. He wasn't a nervous kit, really -- a bit more than the others, but it could also pass for simply being keen and always ready. Infact, he was eager when he became Finchpaw, apprentice of a Windclan warrior; and he trained devotedly for three full moons, before things changed.

At about nine moons old, he ran into some trouble. While hunting, he ran into a rogue, much larger and older -- the tom proceeded to batter him, and ran him well out of Windclan's territory. Before Finchpaw knew what exactly had happened, he was lost in a twoleg area. Confused and panic'd, he only managed to loose his way more.

For days, he wandered the human area, until he encountered a twoleg apprentice ((teenager)); who corned and captured him. This twoleg was unkind, and ultimately, he escaped. However, his escape resulted in a broken hind leg. Hope seemed lost -- until he met a friendly streetcat, who agreed to guide him back towards the clans. Despite his injured limb, he insisted they not wait for it to improve.

Finally back to his clan, he spent the next moon or so in the medicine cat den, and was eventually told his leg was beyond anymore repair.

He was also emotionally beyond repair; now quite nervous and fearful, even towards his clanmates for awhile.

So, the medicine cat took him as an apprentice -- and when she later retired, he became Finchflight; a name he begged to receive, in honor of his once graceful, flight-like run.

Now, he serves as medicine cat of Windclan; and though he's still nervous, his loyalty and devotion to his clan outweighs his fears.

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[Delillah]

"And I came here to make you dance tonight,
I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you.

Oh brother spare us all,
We don't care anymore,
We just wanna get down on the floor,
You sell yourself to make it,
You can dish it but can you really take it!"

Name: Renegade
Age: Eighteen Moons
Gender: Male
Breed: Mutt
Status: Stray
Brief Appearance: A rust and white mutt with bright eyes.
Appearance: Perhaps the strangest cat you've ever seen. Of course, that's because Renegade is no cat. He's a dog. About sixteen inches at the shoulders, he really isn't all that large; though his built is definitely a sturdy one. To specify a breed would be impossible -- the dog's a mutt. His coloration is a unique one, too; a deep rusty-gold splattered over him carelessly, with off-white beneath it. Along his limbs, the color spots, a bit diluted, but very much present. Traces of black can be found on his face -- which has a relaitvely long snout, ending with a black nose. Rene's ears are semi-upright. The right one stands a bit more, tipping over at the end, while the other flops mid-way. His tail is short, weather from docking or by birth is unknown. To finish up, his eyes are a sharp color -- a golden brown.
Personality: Bold and fiercely determined, there isn't much in life that intimidates him. Not quite two years old yet, he's still relatively young -- and it shows. Energetic at times, he's a bit much to handle; although, he really has a golden heart. Headstrong, however, 'no' is rarely an answer he understands. Though, with firm guidance, he shapes up to be a great dog. In hostile situations, he tends to turn slightly aloof and standoffish before actually being aggressive. Many find, given the chance, Rene is a total teddy bear. When it comes to hunting, the concept is mostly lost on him -- he'd much rather play with the prey than harm or kill it. At times, he seems clueless of his own power, thinking himself a chihuahua, rather than a muscular young mutt -- but when it counts, he's as gentle as a butterfly. Only when it counts.

History: Renegade was born on the streets -- his mother was a stray of questionable breed, and, well, any number of mutts and mixes could've been his father. Of course, born on the streets gave him a hard start to life, but the mother dog took care of her litter as best she could. Though, their numbers did decrease as the weeks passed. The poor girl could hardly feed herself, let-a-lone a whole litter.

Then, as happens with many street dogs, they were picked up by animal control, and sent off to the pound. Once old enough, it was up for adoption they went, and in a heart beat, each and every pup as gone. Rene was no exception to this. He wound up going home with a nice couple, captured by those deep golden eyes. However, they didn't seem to know, behind those eyes was a little demon. Of course, he meant no harm -- he was a puppy. Puppies have accidents and chew.

This concept was impossible for his owners to understand, and he was hurriedly passed along to a new home, and then another as he grew. His last home held onto him from about twelve months onward, though they quickly decided Renegade's charm wasn't so charming, and it was out to the doghouse in the yard he went. And there he stayed. Until he finally slipped his collar.

Driven by curiousity, he went off -- and now wanders both the city streets and the 'great wilderness'.

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[Delillah]

"I will show you everything so vividly,
You can't deny me.

Bathed in moonlight,
I'm proclaimed by angels cry,
Think well,
Do take your time,
(because your soul),
Will be mine the day you die."

Name: Archangel
Age: Twelve Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Bloodclan
Rank: Warrior
Brief Appearance: A stark white tom with piercing blue eyes.
Appearance: An absolutely gorgeous cat, by the standards of most; Archangel is a stark white, something he prides himself on. Nowhere will you find another shade within his fur. He's fluffy, too -- body fur a bit sleeker, while his chest, face, and tail are all nicely fluffed and ruffled. Even his skin, such as nose and paw pads, are quite pale; soft shades of pink. Perhaps the only part of the tom that isn't pale is his eyes -- intense, icy blue. Archangel isn't a large tom, really -- his fur adds to his size a bit, however. Beneath the fur, he's sleekly built, and it reflects in his movements, which are strangely fluid and graceful. It's also not uncommon to see him grooming several times a day.
Personality: Such a lovely cat, even in disposition -- or atleast, that's what he'd have you believing. At a glance, once would question why the elegant tom is a Bloodclan cat. Surely, the only fitted place for such a creature would be Starclan itself. Not quite. He's a charmer, in his own way -- a manipulative, nasty tom. The sort that'll win you over with a gentle, angellic way, then turn and shred you when you don't expect it. Looks are quite deceiving, here. Anyone who knows him well enough is well aware of the tom's cruel heart. He's also a bit of a flirt, though, most she-cats are below his standards. A charming, friendly, kind-hearted tom on the outside; a cunning, manipulative, cruel one on the inside.

History: Archangel was born a kittypet -- though, it really didn't last long. First chance he had, he slipped out the door, and never looked back. His owners tried, they really did; but kittypet life was nothing for him. He had no interest in their strange affection.

It wasn't long before he'd made friends with a loner, who aided him in survival, feeling bad for the lost kit. The two stayed together for a few moons, until they ran into Bloodclan warriors. They fled, but Archangel was caught -- and very quickly, sold out the loner for his own safety.

Ultimately, he ended up joining Bloodclan, learning their ways, and becoming a warrior. Though, really, he tends to wander more often than not; taking care to return with freshkill and such frequently enough to keep his place within the clan.

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The Apprentice: N/A
The Friends: N/A
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