Name: Splashpaw/Splashfoot
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Windclan
Sexuality: Questioning
Short appearance: A dark grey tabby she-cat with green eyes.

SCENARIO 1:

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Splashpaw is well known among her clan for being a former RiverClan cat. Her loyalty is questioned on the daily, mainly by other apprentices. Especially Carolpaw. Carolpaw is favoured by the Leader, and he portrays her as some sort of blessing from Starclan, hence why she never gets in trouble for bothering Splashpaw. Most of the clan is bothered by this behaviour, but is too scared to get a mouthful from Ripplestar to speak up.

One day, You, Splashpaw, Carolpaw and Breezeshadow are on a hunting patrol. Carolpaw's eyes flick from side to side, and she raises her muzzle slightly, a grin stretching across her muzzle. She nudged Splashpaw in the shoulder.

"What?" Splashpaw asked, a hiss rising in her voice.

Carolpaw didn't answer. She continues to nudge at Splashpaw. Splashpaw is clearly getting uncomfortable, and is probably on the verge of unsheathing her claws.

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SCENARIO 2:

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Splashpaw is seen whispering to someone during the gathering, her eyes narrowed into a glare at the Thunderclan Leader, Whiskerstar. Whiskerstar notices her glare, and speaks up.

"Splashpaw, is it?" He called. Splashpaw glances up at him, fear in her eyes. She nods slightly. "Do you have anything to share?" The mottled tom hissed. Splashpaw nodded.

"Yes, actually, considering every other Windclan cat here is a mousebrained coward, of course they're leaving it up to me." She shot the Windclan leader, Ripplestar, a fierce glare. "Every Windclan cat knows that Thunderclan scent has been on our territory, you dirty prey stealers!" Splashpaw hissed, perking up. Gasps flowed through the crowd of cats like a ripple in the river.

Whiskerstar's ears flicked with acknowledgement, before he pinned them against the back of his neck. "How dare you, mere apprentice, accuse us of crossing boundaries!" He snarled, baring his teeth. Ripplestar's ears perked up.

"It's true!" Ripplestar blurted, "your scent has been all over Windclan territory, near the tunnels and even only a few fox lengths away from our camp!"

The gathering erupted into a huge argument, and clouds begin to drift over the moon.

"Starclan is angry!" The RiverClan Leader howled.

Splashpaw's face morphs from smug to frightened as she receives a few disapproving glares from her clanmates and from other clans. She hangs her head down.

The gathering has ended, and you see her walking toward the fallen log, seemingly upset.

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Scenario 3:

You had been dared by your friends to go into the tunnels. It was a well known fact that they could both collapse and overflood, but you and your friends joked it off. You slowly pad into the tunnels, slipping on a moist rock. You tumble down into the tunnels, wandering almost blindly. Light from your territory filters in, but you are still unsure whether or not you would be able to see past this point.

You hear a small shriek from inside the tunnel, and then cat scent, Windclan scent floods through your nose. You?