| N A M E |

Peregrine

| G E N D E R |

female

| P R O N O U N S |

she/her

| A G E |

thirty nine moons

| S E X U A L I T Y |

bisexual

| C L A N |

none

| R A N K |

loner

| A P P E A R A N C E |

Peregrine is a skinny, dark brownish-gray she cat with thin tabby markings. The markings grow thicker around her paws and tail tip, becoming a slightly darker color aswell. Her fur is short, and she has a long thin tail. Peregrine has lighter colored facial markings, and a torn ear aswell as several scars. Her eyes are a pale amber.

| P E R S O N A L I T Y |

She's a very tough, and hardy she cat. When you live on the streets, providing for your kits; you have to be. She can be very distrusting of strangers, seemingly very hostile. However once a cats proven to not be a threat and trustworthy, she relaxes. She's not all that visicious or violent, unless there's a threat to her kits. Normally though, she's usually fairly calm and mild-tempered. She does have a stubborn streak that flares up in the worst of times, and is a bit gruesome when it comes to threats; but she does generally mean well. Her softer side is shown around her little ones, swatting playfully at them and purring while they frolic about. As long as her kits are safe, she's no problem at all. She's very dependable and holds promises very seriously so when she says she'll do something, she always will. She's a good cat to have on your side, long as you overlook her rough around the edges exterior.

| S T R E N G T H S |

Peregrine has sharp ears, and is generally a quick-thinker. Her reflexes and gut-feeling are usually spot on.

| W E A K N E S S E S |

She's fairly weaker then usual, due to having to sacrifice food for her little ones, aswell as being wounded. So both her hunting and fighting skills are lacking.

| L I K E S |

Caring for her kits, teaching them things, fresh air, pigeon, soft bedding, being able to live a comfortable life

| D I S L I K E S |

unknown cats, twolegs, threats to her or her kits, sicknesses, failing at something

| B A C K S T O R Y |

Peregrine was born a street cat, though shortly after she was born, twolegs took her family in.  Until she was about eight moons, she lived the life of a kittypet before she was given away to a new set of twolegs. She missed her siblings greatly, and grew into a state of depression for awhile. After several visits to the vet, her twolegs brought home another cat, though it wasn't a sibling. 

His name was Miguel, and she admittedly, fell for him. He made her feel happy, and she had his kits. Unforntately due to birth complications; she only birthed one breathing kit: Milo. But she loved her son all the same; and she was a happy family.

One day another pair of twolegs came, and took Milo. She never saw him again, and grieved for many, many moons. She grew to hate twolegs, and considered running away. However Miguel made her stay and despite her thoughts, she did.

She had a second litter, but knew she couldn't. It took alot of begging and pleading for Miguel to come with her, but he gave into her in the end. They ran away together, found a alley and called it home.

However neither knew how the hunt, so they had to forage for scraps. Both of them lost weight and Peregrine feared she'd lose this litter. However she didn't, and grew fatter and fatter with healthy kits. While she was happy, Miguel wasn't. He became more short-tempered and angry; before finally saying that he hated living like this and wanted to go back home. Peregrine refused, saying that she wouldn't give her kits up. If he chose to leave, then he wasn't welcome back, ever.

They both went to sleep but in the morning, Miguel was gone. Feeling betrayed and hurt; Peregrine carried on living, going so far as to move her home. She settled a fair distance from twolegplace before giving birth to her kits.

| E X T R A |

Her kits are currently 3 moons old

| S C E N A R I O |

Your clan is thriving, everyones happy. After a tough leaf-bare, prey has returned to the forest and your clanmates are fattening up well. Even the grumpy elders are in good spirits, what could go wrong?

The first change was that prey began to get stolen. Like usual, cats would catch prey and then bury it to come back to later. Except it wouldn't be there. Everycat thought it was someone in the clan doing it, maybe an apprentice joking around. But after the younger ones indignant responses when cornered; you all came to the conclusion that it wasn't them. Every few days, at least one cat would report that their prey was missing. There was never any scent to go off of, it was confusing.

You were determined to find out what was happening. If it was theivery from another clan, you needed to know. One day you staked out a hiding spot, and a clanmate dropped a piece of prey nearby to kick earth over before going hunting. The prey was fat and tasty, your jaws were watering a little from your spot far away. You waited and waited, before a small shape bounded over, followed by another!

They were...kits!

They whispered to one another before unearthing the prey, hauling it off quickly. Creeping after them on quiet paws, you followed them to a part of your territory that wasn't too patrolled in. They made their way to a big tree's hollow and from a new hiding spot you watched as another kit popped out, rubbing against the other two in greeting. The three entered the hollow and you decided now to make your presence known. 

You were spotted and all three kits arched their backs, hissing. They weren't very scary though, but a large figure rose to their paws, joining into the kits growls.

It was a older queen, and despite her fierce snarls for you to go away; you saw she was really wounded in a leg. It clicked in your brain that these were her kits, stealing food for their mother and them to eat. However, they were all terribly scrawny and underfed. Despite the kits fiercest hisses, they were trembling; eyes wide with fear. [your response?]

| R E Q U I R E M E N T S |

- must be a clan cat(specific clan doesn't matter)

- must be an adult(no apprentice ocs)

- your oc can be any rank: warrior, deputy or leader; doesn't matter

- oc must be at least thirty moons