Pick Your Cat

You are a She-Cat:
Your name is Dappledkit (soon to become Dappledpaw, and then Dappledleaf). You're a shy young cat, with a thirst for knowledge. You're smart, loyal, and kind, and very obedient. You have wishes to maybe become a medicine cat in the future. Your fur is a light brown color, dotted with black and white specks. Your eyes are a bright blue.
Your name is Mothkit (soon to become Mothpaw, and then Mothwing). You're a very flirty young cat, and love nothing more than messing with the toms. You hardly ever do what you're told, and you love getting in trouble. You have a very pretty white coat, with an orange spot over one ear, and another on your rear by your tail. Your eyes are a pretty amber.
*Your name is Cloverkit (soon to become Cloverpaw, and the Cloverfur). You can be considered a plain Jane. You don't really stand out very much, but most of your Clan knows you. You're always open to new ideas and adventures. You do what you can to stay out of trouble, but sometimes you let loose and mess up. Your fur is a dark brown, with black tabby markings and white socks on your paws. You have mossy green eyes.

Wait, what? Clan? Queens? You were born out in the wild, to a rogue mother.

You are Ash, a very pretty black tortoiseshell she-cat with blazing blue eyes. You have a strong temper, and are quick to lash out. You don't tolerate fools, or any you deem "beneath" you. You also have a strange wild side not many know of. It often involves your own tail up between the folds of your pussy.
You are Brook, an equally beautiful silver-furred she-cat with pale blue eyes. Most of your fellow rogues in the forest refer to you as "The Succubus", an apt name. You have a beautiful, lithe body, and a high sex drive. If food was running scarce, you'd happily sell your "services" for some fresh kill. All toms respect and admire you, and all want you. Even she-cats often crave for your body.

Wait, what? Clans? Queens? You were born to a nice elderly couple in a house on the edge of the woods, where they cared well for their kitty-pet.

*You are Sasha, a very spoiled she-cat kitty-pet. You've never worked a day in your young life, and you never will. You love to have your food handed to you in your pretty pink bowl, and love nothing more than laying on the laps of your family.

You are a Tom Cat:

(Will be done later.)