Here, we have Thicketpelt. A muscle-built tom with a thick pelt. He is kindhearted, and extremely overprotective of his sister. He is an ambitious cat, yet patient, and he can always cheer someone up when they are down.

He belongs to HurricaneClan, and has one sister. His parents and their whereabouts are unknown to him.

Brindlefeather is a gentle hearted she-cat, but can have a sharp-tongue at times. She is shy, but when you get to know her, she will probably be the most outgoing of the group.

She belongs to HurricaneClan, and has one brother (as he is shown above). Her parents and their whereabouts are unknown to her.

Mini Scene - Hunting for glory!

Thicketpelt raced ahead of his sister, nearly tripping over his paws as he skidded across the ground. He stopped dead as he started to sniff the air, a strange scent engulfing his senses. Brindlefeather halted beside him, panting, "Why, Did you stop?" She asked in between breathes. Thicketpelt held his tail in the air, silencing his sister. He opened his mouth, tasting the air once more. He had smelled this before, but where? Rogues, he thought. "Brindlefeather. Go back to camp. I smell something...."
Brindlefeather opened her jaws in protest, but an angry growl silenced her. The siblings whipped their heads around, face to face with three rogues. "Well well, if it isn't the Clan Cats. Come to hunt for your elders have you?"
Thicketpelt's fur bristled at the taunt, and unsheathed his claws,"Get out of here you flea-bag!" He spat, jumping for the rogue. The rogue met his attack, and sliced at Thicketpelt's eye, only missing by a whisker. Brindlefeather fought the other two rogues, alone. Thicketpelt slashed at the rogue, turning to help his sister, and they fought the band of rogues, blow for blow. Thicketpelt and Brindlefeather  soon beat the rogues, causing them to run from the two cats. Thicketpelt yowled in triumph,"Ha Ha! They won't be coming back here for awhile."
Brindlefeather nodded in agreement, staring after the rogues, slightly dazed. Thicketpelt sniffed his sisters wound on her shoulder,"Come," he meowed,"let's get to camp and report this. A patrol will probably need to go and sort those three out to make sure they leave the territory."
Brindlefeather just nodded, still staring in the direction of the rogues,"Yeah. Let's get back to camp."

-End-

That was just a little peek at how the siblings act around one another. And, Branchy, maybe you could possibly make some forbidden loves in there. Just saying. *badly winks*