Apprentice?

[Northpaw]

I wonder, can I have three RiverClan apprentices? They are all related. A strange plot twist, the apprentices are related to Tigerstar, Hawkfrost, Scrounge, and Lepoardstar.

I chose the names, Satinpaw, Beatlepaw, and Pantherpaw. Personality is coming soon.

Here is the begining for their history: His grandmother's name had Sleekfur. She was the daughter of Ivytail and Heavystep. Her only sibling was Lepoardkit. Both she-cats were smart, beautiful, and headstrong, a dangerous combanation.
As kits, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit loved to play-fight. To them, being pushed into a boulder seemed exilarating. The two she-cats were evenly matched in strength and speed. Though they enjoyed fighting, exploring remained their ultimete favorite. Against clan orders, Sleek-kit and Lepoardkit periodically sneaked out of camp., usually passing through toadstools to mask their scent. On one of these occasions, Lepoardkit slipped into the river and had to stay in camp for days. This segment happened when Lepoardkit was trapped in the Medicine Den.

Sleek-kit scampered about, black claws making soft, clicking noises on the slick,gray rocks beneath her pads. She lifted a blueish/gray paw to her ear, smoothing her ruffled pelt. "Relax, everything would be fine", she told herself inwardly. She glanced about uneasily, being without Lepoardkit was like losing her tail. Her thoughts began to wander, what if she is in pain?, or dying?, or, even, dead? To quell her fears, she began to wash her silvery fur. Sleek-kit paused, a crackling sound. Her triangular ears rotated one-hundred- and-eighty degrees. Thinking it was the afternoon patrol, she dived into the nearest thicket. She twitched her rosebud nose, mint green orbs peering about. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a muscular, white shape, a tom cat. Sleek-kit froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move, paralized with fear. To her astonishment, the cat began to pad over to her hiding place. She noticed with passing interest, that his forehead had a black sploch. He seemed young, about, apprentice age, but he he had an air of command emenating from his pelt. He wore power like a second skin. "Greetings young kit", he meowed solemnly. Sleek-kit dipped her head, to overcome to speak. The tom gave a lugurious strech, his fur rippling from ears to tail-tip. Sleek-kit gasped, his claws were no ordainary brown , black or white, but had the sheen and silvery color of a two-leg monster. "I see you like my claws young kit","allow me to introduce myself","I am Imp, Leader of Two-leg-place" "My name is Sleek-kit, sister of Lepoardkit",a member of RiverClan", she said the last bit with pride. Imp appeared to be impressed with the last part. "Older sibling or younger", he asked. Sleek-kit sighed,"older" "Let me tell you something, young Sleek-kit", he meowed knowingly,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" "Belive me, I know, my younger brother Fluff is gathering an army" he chuckled,"Course, Fluff found his name too girly", "his new name is Scourge" "But don't worry your pretty little head about it", "Fluff has never beaten me and never will" Sleek-kit glanced up at the setting sun,"I'd better get going", she meowed sadly. "Goodbye Sleek-kit", he meowed,"see you tomorrow" Sleek-kit scampered away, knowing she would be sternly lectured at camp.

Sleek-kit and Imp continued to see each other, right up to reciving her warrior name, Sleekfur. The two cats soon fell in love. On discovering Imp,Lepoardfur convinced Sleekfur to confide in her. Sleekfur agreed, only if Lepoardfur swore herself to sececry. On one of the occasions, Lepoardfur brought a troop of warriors. The Clan cats, thinking Imp was an intruder, attacked. Poor Imp fled, not wanting to hurt Sleekfur's friends and family. Sleekfur was livid. And in that moment, Imp's words came back to her,"Siblings just get in the way","one day, she will turn on you" Sleekfur, boiling with rage, snarled at Lepoardfur, "you swore an oath!" Lepoardfur gazed into Sleekfur's pain-filled eyes. "I had to protect you",she whispered. Sleekfur narrowed her jade orbs,"you're no sister of mine, she hissed, voice dripping venom. Her paw flashed out of nowhere. Lepoardfur could feel the blood dripping down from near her ear. But stronger then the pain in the claw-marks was the agonizing distress of losing her sister's trust. She tried to call out as Sleekfur swiftly sped away, without a backward glance, following Imp's trail. Only when she reached the Moonstone did the tears begin to fall.

{To make a long story short...}

Sleekfur joined wih Imp and had four kits, Leap, a russet tom with blue eyes, Mint,an exact replica of Sleekfur, Pumpkin, a golden orange tom with unusal gray orbs, and Tyme, an extremely pretty she-cat with green eyes. She and Imp raised the kits near an abandoned two-leg barn, a little farther then Barley's. When they grew up, Mint beacame a Loner, while Pumpkin and Tyme decided to live the life of a kittypet. Only Leap stayed with her parents. Later on, she and a Loner named River, decided to head North. Mint had one kit, a she-cat she named Ribbon. When she beacame apprentice-age, she joined up with Hawk, Moth, and Sasha. Sasha left the young cats in RiverClan, where Hawk and Moth earned the warrior names Hawkfrost and Mothwing. Ribbon herself gained a warrior name, Ribbonpelt, in honor of her satiny fur. Lepoardstar

Name-Beatlepaw
Pelt-White w/ black spot
Eyes-Wine red
Gender-Tom
Age-6 moons
Clan-River

Description-Beatlepaw is slightly smaller then the average apprentice. While his siblings are strong, he is the weak. It does not help being the feeble one in the family. His brother is a master at fighting and his sister has beauty and wit. Beatlepaw has always been passed by, never considered talented or special. Some might say he is a letdown to his family. With a bullying brother and an oblivious mother, he would have been friendless and alone if it hadn’t been for Satinpaw. She tried to protect him from Pantherpaw’s cruel taunts and needle-sharp claws. But, when Satinpaw is not there, let’s just not go into that…

His pelt is stark white, like printing paper. Unlike most cats, his skin is black as ebony, with transparent hairs, masking, his particular skin from view. His fur length is average, for a mongrel type, but neither close-lying, like his sister, Satinpaw, or has a distinctive sheen like his brother, Pantherpaw. He has the trademark pointed triangular ears all his siblings have, with a delicate pink nose.
Between his ears is a deformed, ink black, tabby “M”. Strangely, this mark resembles a Beatle. The antennae of his “Beatle” looks like the top of an “M”, while the body and legs of the Beatle are the middle and ends of the “M”.
His eyes are like two pools of scarlet, impassive and cold, like stone in leaf-bare. A darker red color on the rim, the rich color of red wine. His pupil is deeper then the abyss. Staring into his eyes, one starts to feel drowsy. Even when asleep, the twin orbs of misery seem to haunt you in your dreams.
He has rough pads, more suited to a colder climate. Obscured with white fur, his pink pads are hidden from the light of day. His furry pads give him a hardy grip on slippery ice. His claws are the color of a two-leg monster, silvery like steel. They slide out easily from his velvet sheaths. He has a thin white tail, short and stubby. His tail is barely able to touch his nose. He relies on his tail mainly for balance.

Personality-{Not Done}