WE got it GOIN' ON !! citrus.

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is there anybody out there
looking for a party
shake your moneymaker
baby, smoke it if you got it

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citruspaw

we just wanna she-cat
have some fun six moons
if you don't wanna eclipseclan
kiss this apprentice

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everybody
raise your hands
come on
i need a witness

At first glance you might think that Citruspaw is a tom. No, don't worry, she won't be offended. It's an easy mistake to make. She hangs around with the toms. She fights as viciously as any tom, and with twice as much strength and power. Yep. She is the original Super She-Cat. She walks on paws that seem far too wide and level to be those of a maturing she-cat. She is nothing like some of the other female apprentices. Slender and dainty and swaying. Don't make me laugh. Citruspaw has almost square paws, and long, sharp claws. You insult her family, and think you can get away with it? No way. You'll feel these claws faster than you can say ouch. Citruspaw has fairly short legs due to her stocky build. They are muscular, supple and sturdy. She is like a truck - extremely hard to floor. Her shoulders are pure muscle, powerful enough to knock over a cat twice her age. Her tail, the source of her balance, is long and slim, the only part of her body that can be described in this way. Her face, now. A square, bony-jawed muscle. A large nose and teeth, sharp as knives. Her eyes are the only part that make her gender obvious. They are rounded gently, and outlined in black. They are the colour of honey.

Citruspaw has fairly thin, smooth fur, but she carries more scars than your average six moon old cat. One along her shoulders from fighting with a bramble. One of her cheek from the disagreement she had with an eight moon old apprentice as a three moon old kit. Her fur is not particularly soft, probably due to this. It is the colour of pale amber, and striped with darker russet slices.

we got it going on
we'll be bangin' and sangin'
just like the rolling stones
we're gonna shake up your souls

Citruspaw is not at all like your average she-cat. Not giggly and airy-fairy, airheaded or obsessed with herself. No. She is more like a tom, and a very butch tom at that. She is fierce and fiery-mannered, barkings out her words and frightening cats without meaning to. She despises cowards and snivelling liars. She thinks betrayal is one of the worst sins a cat can commit. She is close to her siblings, though they often fight due to strong, clashing personalities. She would die for any one of them, though. Citruspaw can be rough and brash, stating things exactly as they are. Once she starts something, she will not stop. She is desperate to prove she is not some helpless apprentice, and can't wait to be a warrior. She is wicked in battle, ruthless but not reckless, assured but not over-confident. Citruspaw can be strict and bossy, but only when she believes things aren't being done correctly. She likes everything to be spot-on, and to follow the warrior code. Don't try and trick this lady, sonny. You'll fail. Believe me.

we've come to rattle
your bones
because we've
got it going on

Nettlesting was an respected SerenityClan tom. He was harsh and not always the most pleasent of cats, but his brute strength had won the clan many a battle, and he had a fearsome reputation. Whiteflower was a sweet, innocent young warrioress. And she found herself infatuated with the strong warrior. She followed him constantly, longing for him to notice her. Eventually, he did. He was uninterested, and told her so. She was incredibly upset, and offered herself to him. Being the a brute in heart, Nettlesting couldn't resist and mated with her. moon or so afterward, his life was cut short in a violent confrontation with a gang of rogues. It was probably a good thing, in the long run. And poor Whiteflower discovered she was having the tom's kits. When she felt them coming, she fled to the EclipseClan border, where the tom she had loved so dearly had been killed. There she died, giving birth to four kits.

There were two she-cat's, two toms. These kits were found by EclipseClanners and taken back to their camp. There they were named Citruskit, Fawnkit, Branchkit and Pumakit. They were given to a she-cat with only one frail young son, Toadkit, to nurse. They often teased and played tricks on the unfortunate Toadkit for entertainment, and eventually were shunned by the queens. They spent their kithood picking up scraps and generally acting the rebels of the nursery, until all four were made apprentices together on their sixth moon.

you got a ticket
to kick it
i wanna hear you
scream now

nettlesting father
whiteflower mother
fawnpaw sister
branchpaw, pumapaw brothers

because tonight
you've got the right
to let your
hair down

PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS !!

when everybody's gettin' down
we're gettin' down to business
insane, freak train
you don't wanna miss this

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Accepted.