Hey! So I know people post a lot of these but I really need OCs for my story so... I thought I'd give it a shot. Here's the form, plz help me out? :):

Name:

Gender:

Clan (StormClan, BreezeClan, CreekClan or ShadeClan)

Rank:

Appearance:

Personality:

On a scale of 1-5, 1 being 'don't care at all' and 5 being 'MUST LIVE' how strongly do you feel about your OC surviving?:

I already have a leader for each Clan and a few warrior/queens and a few kits but that is all.. so I still need the deputies, med. cats, apprentices, elders, plus more warriors... and queens and kits X:

Anyway, here's a drabble-y oneshot that I wrote... just so this has some content as well as the form.


Quailwing lay around in a daze. She didn't eat. She didn't drink. She didn't speak.

She didn't even seem to sleep.

Her once sleek tabby fur was now matted and dirty. Her once shining eyes now looked dull and lifeless.

Her clanmates whispered, wondering if she would die in her grief.

She heard them.

She just didn't care.

Sagekit and Pebblekit, her precious kits. Never to see the sun, rising above the mountains. Never to become apprentices and learn to hunt and fight. Never to become warriors. Never to have mates, and kits of their own.

And Hawktalon, her loyal mate, even now watching her from StarClan. She hoped he was watching their kits.

She kept on not eating or drinking, not speaking or sleeping, and she felt sure that she would join her kits in the stars.

But then Lionclaw came to her, and brought her two kits. He said that they were abandoned by a loner, that he had found them on the border.

She knew he was lying. But she didn't care.

Whitekit and Troutkit, she named them, a daughter and son like the ones she had lost. They became the sun in her life, the reason she began once more to eat and drink, to speak and sleep.

They are Whitecloud and Troutleap now, warriors, with their own mates and kits.

She is in the elder's den.

They know their true mother, and their true father.

But they will never stop being her kits.