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Generate A Warrior Name, 8.

Favorite Supernatural Character? Prefix::

Castiel :: Crumble or Cold.

Sam Winchester :: Soft or Wolf.

Dean Winchester :: Dust or Willow.

Jack Kline :: Jackal or Kestrel.

Bobby Singer :: Bumble or Snark.

Mary Winchester :: Moss or Wind.

John Winchester :: Jagged or Whisp.

Kevin Tran :: Tundra or Tick.

Gabriel :: Golden or Gull.

Lucifer :: Lost or Little.

Other :: Opal or Otter.

More Than One :: Moss or Timber.

None/What's this? :: Night or Winter.

Least Favorite Supernatural Character? Suffix::

Castiel :: cry or claw.

Sam Winchester :: slip or wail.

Dean Winchester :: dream or wing.

Jack Kline :: jump or eye.

Bobby Singer :: bristle or scream.

Mary Winchester :: moon or whisker.

John Winchester :: jaw or wish.

Kevin Tran :: tail or tooth.

Gabriel :: glow or glare.

Lucifer :: leap or lake.

Other :: whisper or frost.

More Than One :: tip or muzzle.

None/What's this? :: nose or tuft.

WHAT DID YOU GET?

I got Mosstip, and Timbermuzzle!

Mosstip is a solid gray tom, with only a small white patch on his chest; he's got dusky green eyes. He's a StarClan cat, and his brother is Timbermuzzle. Former Deputy.

Timbermuzzle is a light brown tom, with a white underbelly, chest, and muzzle; he's got dark green eyes. He's a Dark Forest cat, and his brother is Mosstip. He's got a scar running from the left side of his forehead, around his eye, and down to his chin.

These two died while fighting- each other, to be exact. Mosstip had found out about his only brother's antics and confronted him, telling him to stop this path because their parents wouldn't be proud. Timbermuzzle scoffed and told him to make him. Mosstip didn't want to, but ended up fighting his brother any way- and the two lithe but well-built toms went at it until they both dropped dead.

In a softly-lit clearing- dimmed by only the moon at it's highest, grass gently billowing in the breeze, at the moment housed a lithe, well-built tomcat in the middle, cleaning his pale brown paw. He seemed to be waiting; but for what? Who?

This was answered by the quiet sound of pawsteps, and it was clear this approaching cat wanted to be heard, because the sitting tom knew his brother could be deathly silent if need-be. An eerie smile drifted across the white-muzzled warrior, sharp eyes squinting. His back was toward the approaching tom.

"Timbermuzzle! We, we need to talk, brother." The other's tone was tight, as if he was nervous. Though, it also rang with some type of authority. He was the Clan deputy, after all.

As the pawsteps stopped just a fox-length behind the sitting cat- Timbermuzzle, as it was called out, did the dark green-eyed cat finally turn his skull to peer over his shoulder with his wicked grin. "Oh, I suppose we do, sweet Mosstip." He purred, the ugly scar running down the brown tom's face was ugly, more-so in this lighting. He had gotten it from his first scuffle with an opposing Clan, and still that cat who fought him regretted ever laying a claw on him.