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I hate writing plot pages like everyone hates that one hacker that gets into a company that hosts your email service so then you have to change your password for the first time since like... eighth grade and you know you'll never remember the new one. Screw that guy, amirite? Anyway, so yeah this is going to be incredibly simple, kids. I tell you a blub about the baes, you throw darts at them like this is pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.

Hushedtalon, a warrior of Thunderclan.
“That's one fine, hella gay mute you got there, Vale.” – Everyone ever of all time.

This fluffy ball of eerie silence is a mute and the resident lie-detector of Thunderclan. If you speak untruths, she will find you and throttle you before the whole of the clan for your sins. Probably not, but she'll make it obvious she hates you. Do not underestimate the mute. She gets her messages across... most of the time. Props and charades help. Hushedtalon is also incredibly reckless and stubborn and is not afraid to do bad things for good reasons. At the end of the day, she'll protect Thunderclan no matter the cost.

She's extremely uncomfortable around kits and pregnant cats. She hates liars. She loves people-watching. She'd adopt every apprentice ever if allowed, even though her being mute keeps her from becoming a mentor (for now).

Dunepaw, an apprentice of Skyclan.
“I think he's going to pass out- Vale, he needs help! Vale!” – Some loser probably.

Have you ever seen those videos of goats that freeze and faint when they get scared? Dunepaw is possibly related to those on his father's side. Maybe. This apprentice is build like a brick wall (it's all them chicken hormones they feed kids these days, I swear), but is meeker than a mouse with a weak constitution. He honestly just wants people to be happy and to ask questions about things and tell nice people cool stories. The moment the pressure is on, however, he turns into a clumsy wreck who trips over his own big paws and messes up every other word out of his mouth. It's bad. Word salad bad.

He likes telling and hearing stories of all kinds. He's useless in a fight unless you need a damage soak because of his high pain tolerance. He couldn't hurt a fly, at least not without apologizing to it before and after.

Ratjaw, a warrior of Thunderclan.
“Salt, vinegar, and everything bitter. The perfect jerk.” – Not the Powerpuff Girls narrator.

Once upon a time, two cats gave birth to four rodents. Okay, they were really just unfortunate kits, but whatever. Ratjaw was one of these said abominations, with his messed up mouth, and he's aware of it. The constant teasing turned him sour like milk in the sun. Some may think him lazy, but he's honestly just resigned to hating everyone and everything around him. His standard response to anything is biting sarcasm and if that doesn't solve the problem then he'll straight up tell someone to take a long walk off a short cliff into a pit of rabid dogs with indigestion. Ratjaw might have some bottled up anger issues and some violent thought patterns, but let's be real: he's just smart enough to know that's a bad idea.

Ratjaw detests bullies. No lie, he will bully the bullies until they go away. But then he'll bully the victim because he values his street cred. He has a crappy relationship with his three siblings (read: none at all because of misunderstandings and general stupidity like what you see in B-list romance movies).