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Salamanderfoot — Wed, 23 May 2012 18:33:22 CDT

KING / QUEEN

Queen Little
Rped by Ashenfate
Novice: Adderpaw ;; Mate: None ;; Kits: None
The sound of Thistlestrike’s wails… The calls of a brother, Lionflame, at the time, Lionkit, at her side… The slow, labored breathing of her mother as the final blow was landed. Then, death… the silent embrace… the end of an era for RubyClan… A mother lost, a part of her, forever disappeared, and a father that receded within himself. There was nothing Littlecomet could do besides leave. She couldn’t handle the loss, confronting the memory of her mother’s death day after day. Lionflame might have grown distant and aloof while remaining a member of RubyClan, but that wasn’t how Littlecomet was, she never will be that way. No, Littlecomet is a cat of action, a cat of heart, a cat of soul… the true heir to the throne, the oldest of Queen Ashen’s remaining litter. She is the cat of destiny and the cat of failure, but don’t be mistaken, those days of hurt are far behind her. She is here for her clan before all and she will never abandon it like she did when she was younger. Authority; the power to calm the sea of anger and dissent that RubyClan can become…. She holds the power, the voice, the integrity this clan needs to continue forward, she always has. Little does this she cat know, she takes after her mother in more ways than one. Her ability, her voice, her regal stature that can shake the clan to its bone… they all belong to her mother’s residing spirit. She is strong willed, lithe, and agile. Her white furs are short, perfectly lining her well muscled form. She’s a flirt, though many don’t notice it upon first glance. She enjoys playing mind games when it’s possible, though, now that she is queen, she rarely ever shows her joking and flirty side anymore. Instead, she is quiet, aloof, a model of the perfect queen. At times, if one listens closely, they can hear her one major flaw…. Littlecomet may not show it, but she has a bit of an attitude when she speaks, especially when somebody has upset her. She works hard to hide it though, mostly because the clan doesn’t need to know that she still has a hatred towards them for forgetting her mother… she still holds the memories of her death in her wake. Seeking the truth, justice, and possibly love, this she cat is willing to go to the ends of the earth… she will fight for liberty, loyalty, and nobility… especially with VenomClan and the likes of CrowClan in her backyard. She will do what it takes to restore balance to her clan, even if it kills her. Her green eyes glow with a wise and knowing attitude, she exudes confidence, though deep inside she is afraid to follow in her mother’s footsteps. This is Littlecomet, strong, independent, and wise, but she is also Littlecomet, quiet, shy, and afraid. Will you ever get to know both sides? You’ll just have to wait and see.

PRINCE / PRINCESS
Prince Monotonous
Rped by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Novice: None

Sure, a plain, dark-grey pelt could be boring. Monotonous, if you wish to call it that. That 's the only way to describe Monotonousfur's pelt. There wasn't one spot of a different color. He makes sure that his short fur is well-groomed. Those eyes, however, were two brilliant pools of liquid fire. Around the edges, they were a bright yellow color, gradually getting darker until that color reached the center, which was a pretty, bright orange. Monotonousfur's nose is dark grey in color and almost perfectly blends in with that ash-colored pelt of his. His thin, elongated whiskers branch out in all directions. Some twist up, while others droop towards the ground. He has a muscular build and his body is long. Despite his name, Monotonousfur has a bright and vibrant personality. He enjoys talking to others, and doesn't mind helping out a fellow clan mate. The tom thinks selflessly when it comes to others. He'd gladly give up some sleep or food if it meant making someone else happy. But don't let that fool you. Though he might say it politely, Monotonousfur can be assertive if he has to be. No way would he let some other cat push him around! Undoubtedly loyal is a great way to describe this cat, also. He would die for his clan, no matter how painful it might be. Determination has gotten him far in the past. If he sets a goal, you'd better believe that he'll do everything in his power to complete the challenge, no matter how insignificant or grueling it may be. His history isn't dull at all. It is, in fact, the complete opposite! He was born with only one littermate, a calico she-cat. Their mother was killed by invading dogs soon after their birth, and they were taken in by another Tatawanna. When they became Novices, his sister ran off for unknown reasons. He's never heard from her since, but thinks about her every day and refuses to stop searching for her.

THE CRUSADER
Mistypool
Rped by Salamanderfoot
When your life flashes before your eyes, there's not enough time to change. Mistypool lives by this saying, for her regrets of the past haunt her. Beautiful dark cinder coat, with a delicate white underbelly. Her eyes are an enthralling light green, with darker streaks among the edges. Although she has many insecurities about herself, you can find this sly she cat being ignorant. Having a very short temper, this unusually long legged she cat isn't confused with others. With ever paw step, and one wrong word her mood could change almost immediately. Yet she gathers this from her father. Being the smallest of the litter, she was always underestimated by her petite size. This didn't stop her from being a swift-footed she kit. Mistypool's slim, formal shape allows her to quickly out think her enemies. With abnormally long legs, this she cat also has the ability to out smart someone. For a she cat, she is one of the tallest of the Clan, which may not always be a good thing because it gives away her hiding places. Including her short temper, she has many mood swings. Yet her emotions are masked by orders. Her ambitions are great, but that doesn't get in her way of being a loyal cat. A side rarely seen of her is totally the opposite of what she is. There's only one thing sharper then her fangs.. her tongue.

THE HERBALIST

Blackherb
Rped by Tempestfrost
Doesn't seem like many cats like her name, does it? Perhaps not. But does this she-cat care? Barely. Blackherb is a jet black she-cat, as you could imagine. I warn you though, her personality is sparking. She is always dark, always the anti-social one. Does that mean she doesn't care about anyone in her clan, and won't bother to heal anyone? No. Never. Not in a million years. Blackherb loves her clan to death, and she would sacrifice her life for her clan. Blackherb is very advanced in knowlage when it comes to herbology. Her mind works much like a computer. It is always working. She constantly is working her brain to the max, thinking of new ways to help herself, her clanmates, and the world around her. But like any other cat, Blackherb has her many flaws. Her biggest flaw? Second-guessing. This she-cat is /always/ second-guessing herself. She could simply be desciding what to eat, a rabbit or a mouse, and she would sit there for hours, simply consulting whether to eat a rabbit or a mouse. One of Blackherb's other flaws is her un-selfishness. She hardly ever thinks about herself. Its always about the others. She could go days, not eating. And a couple days later, it would take her even longer to realize she was hungry! But, when she is hungry, she eats. And eats. But as long as she's using her brain muscles, she'll never get fat from eating so much prey. Blackherb has never loved any cat, and she doesn't think she ever will. Thats part of the reason she became a Herbalist. Now, to get to her history. Warning! This story is a long and sad one. So sit down, and prepare to listen. Many moons ago, a small black she-kit was born in a twoleg house. This small black kit was named Death, because of her scrawniness, and her sickly figure. They thought she would die. At least, her mother did. Blackherb lived with her mother, Inny, and her sister, Life. Believe it or not, Blackherb liked living with her family. It was fun. But then, the sickness spread. Blackherb's mother called it The Black Death. One day, Life got the sickness. Life cried herself to sleep everynight. Blackherb couldn't bear watching her sister suffer so. So, Blackherb left for a moon to go find a cure. She would learn the herbs from a medicine cat in the forest, and she would return, and save her sister. Triumph was in Blackherb's favor. She was trained as an apprentice by a rouge, also a former medicine cat. A moon later, she returned to her family. "Mother! I know how to cure it! And apparently, its called whitecough! The worst of all the sicknesses!" Blackherb had called out, as she entered her home. But, there was something wrong. None of the twolegs were home. The house she lived in was completely empty. Blackherb searched the house, and to her surprise, she found a cat sitting in the corner of one of the rooms. "Mother!" Blackherb had breathed, running over to her. Her mother groaned, grunting as she rolled to face Blackherb. "You...You're a scourge. Life is dead. I am next." she hissed, nothing but horror in her eyes as she looked Blackdeath in the eyes, whom was trembling. Her mother continued, "You are no longer Death. You are Blackdeath, to curse you forever, to remind you of your failure. You failed us. You failed us, Blackdeath. You...You failed us..." The she-cat mumbled, and her eyes fluttered shut, and her body fell limp. Blackherb cried, and cried, screaming, "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!" But her cries were never answered. There was no one there to save her from her terror. Eventually, Blackherb left the house, and set off to be a rouge. Her herbology skills were mastered after awhile, and she healed cats in every clan, she was pretty much a traveling doctor. But then, she came across Rubyclan. They offered her a job as Herbalist, and it was an offer she couldn't refuse. But of course, she had to change her name from Blackdeath to Blackherb, due to the clan's Heralist rules, which she happily obliged. Ever since that day, she has lived in Rubyclan happily as their faithful Herbalist. Blackherb is forever scarred from her history, though she believes that her clan, and Starclan come first, and she'll eventually get over it. Her mind is scarred, locked, and secure. But in the midst of destroyal, there is always hope.

THE HERBALIST NOVICE
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Rped by {YourWorstNightmare}

KNIGHTS OF NINE

Scarflash
Rped by Houndor
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
A small black tom with a brown underbelly and green eyes. He has a huge scar on his foreleg from when he fell on a rock as a kit. He lost his mother in a fox attack when she was traveling with him to teach him the ways of a loner. Luckily an InfinityClan patrol was near by and chased off the fox, taking the small kit in. He has no known knowledge of his father, but he believes he was a loner like his mother and he was. He doesn't like being around kits because he is afraid of hurting them. He is a hyperactive cat that believes that the code and what the leaders say is law, and will never step outside of those lines. He likes using his speed to get ahead of other cats and loves pulling jokes. He dislikes fighting but will do what he is told. He loves to learn as long as he doesn't have to sit in one place for long.

Lionflame
Rped By: Dappledkit
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
The strong and independent son of Thistlestrike and the late Queen Ashen. His golden brown fur and strong legs give him a refined appearance. He had the chance of being Prince back when he was younger, but he gladly stepped away from that life. Following in his mother's footsteps is not what he wants in life, even though he broods about how everybody has forgotten the sacrifice his mother made and how he would be better as King. He connects better when his father though and actually likes the idea of being a Knight more than being King. Haunting good looks and deep green eyes give this tom a desirable and charming air to him. He is elegant, a knight at heart, and a defender of justice. He has sworn to avenge his mother, and someday he will. Though he knows that the leader of PI that killed his mother is no longer around, he still plots on taking the group on. His mother did not deserve to die.

Fireflow
Rped by Mousely
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
Imagine a canvas hanging on a wall decorated with splashes of color, fiery red, snow white and inky black. Draw the shape of a slender feline with strong shoulders and proud amber eyes. Together they create the image of Fireflow. A tall calico she-cat with a fighters build. The deep ginger tanged with red surrounds most of her muscular form with flicks of black and white mingling in. Nobility surges in her spirit like fire in her blood, endless and unbreakable. Her word is her honor and trust is her bond. If any of these were severed it would mean the end of Fireflow. She is a guarded she-cat after numerous heart breaks, including the father of her first litter. Nonetheless the strength of her being has allowed her to brave the worst of the pain and come through stronger, only less giving. She loves, but showing it is one of her short comings. Fireflow always leaves a lot to be desired, but it doesn't stop her from trying to make it right. She hates being on bad terms with anyone even though it's mostly caused by her unsympathetic exterior. Still the heart of stone bares cracks that allow unwanted emotions to bleed through in rare moments. She'll always be the first to admit she isn't perfect because if it's one thing Fireflow has always been honest. To herself and others. Like a sorrowful song carried on the winds she saddens others without meaning to, but has a hidden beauty matched by the ferocity of red hot flames.

Lilliclaw
Rped by BluestarRocks!
Novice: Crabpaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
A light blue-whitish she-cat with shining snow colored eyes. She's a brave but shy Lady that can smell a rabbit before the rabbit smells her, even if the wind is in the rabbit’s favor. She has two brothers who went in different directions than her, Darkstream, a warrior of PondClan still on the hunt of their father who killed their mother, and Glow, her once-gentle brother whose heart turned as cold as the ice he now lives in when he joined WinterClan. When she was only two seasons old, her name Blizzard, her older brother being three, his name being Tsunami, and her younger brother one, his name being Glow, his father supposedly killed their mother, Nature, for some terrible wrong Tsunami did. Darkstream (Tsunami), her (Blizzard), and Glow (Glow) ran away from their father, trying to get away from the blood-crazed tom they once loved. After a moon of running they went their separate ways, her to RubyClan, Darkstream to PondClan and Glow to WinterClan. Lilliclaw knows where both her siblings are but she never dares to visit them for fear of being found out. She is usually kind to others unless she doesn’t know them, She’s very quick to jump to her own defense and fight back. Lilliclaw may not be the kindest soul, but true love might help her along and unsnare her from the legacy her well-known CrowClan brother has left and continues to leave.

ERRANTS (4)

Stormdaisy
Roleplayed by 322er
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
Strong willed.Feirce.Never backing down.These are all good ways to describe Stromdaisy.She can be thick headed,but for a good reason.She's kind down to her core.Always looking for ways to be helpful.She was born to two loners who lived in a barn.She was their only kit.Though she was spoild,she never forgot to cherish everything she had.And always savoird every moment.Solid as a rock,Stormdaisy was also taught to stand her ground for what she thought was right.Then one day some rogues killed the chickens in the chicken coup.She heard the two leg screaming.Her parents told her every thing would be normal in a few days.They were wrong.Stormdaisy went to practice some hunting when she heard a loud,sickening yowl after a boom.And even worse was when it just stopped.Leaving nothing left in the air.She raced to the barn where she got a glipse of her mothers calico fur sticking out of a bag.She burned with rage.A scar ripped across her heart that day.She will forever hate two legs for that.She was raised in Rubyclan for the rest of her life.She traned harder than most apprintices.Just to prove herslf.Now she's one of the strongest cats in her clan.She is ambitious.And she has a right to be.She's jumped through hoops to make her clan mates think highly of her.But she is kind.And a loyal frind if you prove to be loyal to her.

Moonlightmagician
Rped by Marionetteღ
Novice: Wishpaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
Light on his paws and body moving like spilled oil, Moonlightmagician is a phantom in the night. With his pale teal eyes and silver-streaked fur, he physically represents all that moonlight is. Despite his mysterious countenance, Moonlightmagician is friendly to everyone and flirts with practically every she-cat. Being an orphan since almost birth and having only left the life of a rogue to join Rubyclan at the age of 15 moons, he is experienced at surviving alone and against other rogues. His ever-grinning poker face easily masks anything he's not willing to show. His glassy silver-turquoise eyes and the would-be "windows" to his soul are artfully sealed, doing nothing but reflecting the other cat's emotions back at them. Moonlightmagician's strategy for battle is to never let yourself be captured, be trapped, be pinned down, and he does not. With small flicks of his claws and tail, widen his eyes barely a fraction, look to the left just a little. He is a master in the skill of feigns and bluffs, and therefore, lies. Although he always keeps his promises and would never betray Rubyclan, there are some things he must lie about. Weaving an inescapable net of lies around himself and his clan life does not faze him; he has long learned the ways of avoiding the spider of the web.

Curiousgaze
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
Mischief is Curiousgaze's middle name. Since she was a kit she had always wanted to explore outside of Rubyclan. The first to catch a fox as an apprentice, the first to meet a cow outside of Rubyclan territory she was always the most adventurous kit. Her spirit is light and untainted, but because of this she doesn't fully understand all the "dangers" life has to offer for a beautiful and young she-cat like her. She only see's the good in cats hearts and refuses to think that a cat is "born" evil. She loves everything about life and loves helping others.

THE LORDS AND LADIES
LORDS ARE : CFCFFF LADIES ARE CCCCCC

Mistygale
Rped by Dappledkit
A young she cat with light gray fur, Mistygale is silent and watching. She loves to hang around kits because they don't judge her while other cats do. She has soft silky fur and is very small for her age. She hopes to someday have kits of her own, but she is not sure that will happen because she isn't accepted by all cats. She is shy around cats she doensn't know and doesn't like to speak often.

Enervatingchant
Rped by єυρhσяια
A large, copper-coated tom with black peppered across his coat, and white and black zigzagging stripes on his face and chest that are outlined in gold. He has honey-colored eyes with amber circling his pupils, and is part bobcat, which explains his pelt's intricate design and his size. He has a broad face, but smaller ears. It was his grandfather who was a bobcat, not anyone in his immediate family, and so he is more like 20% bobcat. He is quite powerful, and uses this to his advantage; he intimidates other cats naturally, but sometimes purposely, for he enjoys being in a position of power. None of his family reside in the clans anymore, and so he feels alone, but instead of reaching out to another, he tends to work to push them away, and harshly. He is afraid to let anybody take a hold of his heart, and is therefore fierce and very defensive. He has a couple good battle cries/phrases that he likes to chant during a battle, or while his is charging the enemy, and they really are quite enervating; it tends to evaporate his enemy's vigor or motivation instantly, for he looks like a maniac when he comes at you, screeching his creepy lines. Usually, his battle cries /do/ have meaning, and he is somewhat poetic under his thick pelt. He has good insights, but rarely shares them with anyone.

Explicitleaf
Rped by єυρhσяια
A tortoiseshell she-cat with large, cone-shaped ears that are softer around the points, with a silky pelt, and large, hazel eyes. She is like a leaf-- so very defined, so easy to identify, but yet when you look closer, you suddenly notice all these little veins, this intricate design under the cover of a mere, simple leaf. She appears to be quite readable, both in her actions and emotions or thoughts, but really isn't; she is a trickster, and experienced in the art of deception. She is an adept spy, and good at faking, and lying, for her lies and acts are so very believable. Sometimes, she pretends to be innocent, a mere lady; harmless, not capable of developing any devious plans. It works, too. Except for those who seldom figure out who and what she really is. She wishes for kits every day of her life, for she wants her life to have meaning-- she feels that that need will be fulfilled if she raises kits. She wants to pass on her knowledge to her kits, leave a mark on the world, so that her kits may be proof that cats will know that Explicitleaf ever existed.

FixedSolution
Rped by Ashenfate
A long black stripe that flows easily from the base of this tom’s skull to the very beginning of his tail tip; that is the first thing you see when you see FixedSolution. The next thing one may notice is that he has twin silver grey eyes, staring at you in a calculating, almost easygoing manner. He is a charming tom with an interesting attitude towards his life as a Lord. Does he work hard for his clan? Of course, but he doesn’t always show it when he’s talking to others. His grey colored coat is marked with darker grey spots all over the place, though most cats notice his stripe and that’s it. He loves to be a charmer, flirting with the other cats and lounging about the camp in his easy-going saunter. He is fixed in his ways for now, but he may change as he may change as he gets older. He enjoys going on patrols and helping his clan, being as loyal as any other cat

Iridescentsky
Rp'd by :Owlfeather:
Have you ever seen a cat quite like her? Most likely not, because she is as unique as her name. This she-cat's eyes are a mixture of aqua, forest green, and has flecks of beautiful gold. Her pelt has black, white, and hints of ginger colored fur. Iridescentsky's personality is a little abnormal. She's not like other she-cats, she doesn't have a bubbly complexion. She doesn't make sure she is perfect to others, and she certainly doesn't care about her looks. Her vanity is very, very thin. This cat is more of a tom-boy than anything else. She doesn't mind getting dirty, and she'd rather hang out with toms - she's never liked that gossip that she-cats always seemed to spread. Iridescentsky cannot stand stuck up perfect cats. She thinks perfect is way overrated. Why be perfect when you can be yourself? She's tough and up to do anything cats ask her. Nothing really bothers her besides wannabe cats. Her bravery and courage are what makes her herself, and there isn't anything that can stop her from doing what she wants. Of course, maybe the higher in position cats beg to differ. Iridescentsky rarely ever thinks of what it'd be like to have a mate or kits, but the thought is always in the back of her mind.

Foxmuzzle
Roleplayed by 322er
His huanting silver eyes.Stunning russet fur.Foxmuzzle is the type of toms she cats fall for without even knowing him.But that's not what Foxmuzzle wants.Sure,It would be nice to have the prettiest she cat in the clan or say the three word I Love You to a royal.But Foxmuzzle is not like that.He wants someone who really gets him.Someone who understands who he is.A cat that can exept him.He takes serious things slowly and controlled but off of the line of being in battle or leading a Patrole this tom because a fun loving softy.Someone who can be sarcastic,and you can joke back.He is layed back,freindly,and would rather be playing around than taking on patroles.He has a great sense of humor.And a nice cat to be around too.

Blackwing
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Dark and Mysterious this tom cat is not to be trusted. That's what everyone says about the pitch-black and scary tom cat. In actuality he is a loyal and unique tom cat who just wishes to be told he is good by some friend. His parents were murderous traitors to Rubyclan and the only reason they kept the small kit was because of their inability to kill him. Starclan themselves came to the leader of Rubyclan and told them to protect the kit as if he was their own. The Ruby-clanners kept their promise to protect him but in the end they treated him with hatred and distrust. He grew up trying to prove of his innocence. But one day a dark and ominous dream came to him telling him of his dark heart and empty soul. Since then he has been connected with a dark forest cat named Silverstreak who can temporarily speak to him and take control of blackcoat. He fears that others will find out his secret and he tends to stay away from most. He has a secret passion for herbs and wishes to become the herbalist of Rubyclan.

LostEmber
Roleplayed by SylbieRose
Has the pelt of light and dark browns mixed in with just enough red to make it glow in the sunlight. Beautiful her pelt may be, this she cat is blind in her right eye, making one eye deep sea blue, and the other a gray whispy color. She doesnt believe in giving up, no matter how stacked the odds are against her. She doesnt like to be useless, but she knows when to tay out of the way. She has no idea who her parents are, but then again she really doesnt care loyal to her clan. She can be stubborn, noisy, lazy, and annoying at times, but she's kind-hearted and cares for everyone like they were her family.

Firemask:
Roleplayed by ForestWing
With sharp eyes and a fiery attitude Firemask is the symbolism of rebellion. He was born in Fallclan where his parents chased him off the territory and he found himself in Springclan. Already growing a hardened heart from not being loved he found no reason to serve Springclan but the leader wouldn't let the young kit leave so easily out of the camp. Soon he became anxious and began wandering into new territories that the clans didn't even know off. Underground of course. Climbing into the caverns of Renegade he found himself amongst the dark warriors underneath their very paw-steps. A spy came to him first and asked of his help. Never being asked before he agreed quickly and every night would return to the caverns to speak of news in Springclan. One leader was curious as to where the kit was leaving and decided to follow him outside. He was soon caught and dragged back to the springclan leader where the leader looked sadly down upon the rebellious kit. One warrior insisted upon killing him on the spot but the leader ignored the request. Instead young Firekit was given a two moon wait until his apprenticeship. Feelings ignored and frustrated he left Springclan and found himself in Winterclan. They quickly accepted him after he challenged another strong kit to a duel and quickly pinned the kit to the ground. He was apprenticed as Firepaw one of the strongest apprentices the clan's have ever seen. Every night he worked hard for his right to stay in the apprentice den, and to one day get revenge on the Springclan leader for holding him back. Soon dark dreams began to descend upon the young tom cat as they corrupted him into madness. But alas there is a light in every story. A starclan cat by the name of Titansoul pured his poor and cold heart as he settled his rebellious heart. Deciding to start a new he found his pawsteps at the door of Rubyclan where they welcomed him with open paws. Behind his anger is a mask of fire.

Rosemaryleaf
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Beauty is the word best to describe this she-cat. Her heart pure and untainted by the temptation of evil. She has a brilliant white coat with splashes of sun drenched fur. Her fur symbolizing that of a summer's sun and her eyes green as the Springs coming. She is a fairly outgoing she-cat who tends to be more of a mother figure then of a best friend. She isn't so adventurous as her sister Curiousgaze is and sometimes she is a bit shy when it comes to greeting new comers. She gets hurt easily when people make fun of her and because of this she doesn't have a lot of self confidence but she tries to do her best.

Flutterwing
Roleplayed by 322er
Poor Flutterwing.This sweet she cat is so shy she's afraid of the tineist sound around her.She doesn't talk much,but she really is kind.Her fur is a yellowish color with pinkish white tips,while her eyes are a wide big blue.She loves animals.It's he main talent and the reason why she hates to hunt.She can't stand killing an anima,but she knows she has to eat them to live,even if it makes her spine crawl.Flutterwing is kind hearted,but terably shy.But maybe some cat can show her to be a little braver,one day...

Leaftwist
Rped by Ashenfate
Leaf looks just as her sister, yet her orange pelt clashes with her bright green eyes. That is the only difference in the twos looks. Green eyes that seem to glow in moonlights. Though she may look a lot like her sister, she is different in personality. She can be shy at times, but she tries not to be. Once she opens up, she is a very nice she-cat, and rather playful at times. No doubt that she makes a good lady for the clan that found her and her sister.

Honeystone
Rped by Ashenfate
This she-cat is a gentle orange like color, seemingly, it fits her name. Smooth and the color of honey. Her eyes are the same shade as her pelt, quite simply odd for a combination of colors, yes? No worries, she loves the colors of her pelt, and now tends to take rather good care of it. Honey is a rather beautiful cat, she came to RubyClan with her sister, Leaftwist. The two had come starving and alone, and rather scared. They were took in without hesitation, and they are not a part of the clan. Honey seems to be really calm and collective, and would do anything for her clan.

Safari
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Blood roars in your ears, veins pulsating as adrenaline races through your body vigorously. Wind whips your face, lashing out as you dance through the tall pines, feeling energized and rambunctious. Safari, what a free soul to meet. With a wild mandarin coat, and emerald green eyes, he seems to be lush with life. His paws are white, as if they were each dipped in creamy paint. Always wearing a smile, this giddy tom never ceases to let a little rain bring him down, nor make him a pessimist. Everyday is a new adventure to unfold, and Safari, plans to entitle himself in each one. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he wakes every morning, expecting nothing more than accelerating heartbeats and a soaring spirit. His limbs are long and slender, making him an agile runner as well as hunter. Stealthy, speedy, and well built, this broad tom could take down a water buffalo if you’d let him, though of course, that is impossible. In his active mind, Safari believes he can do anything that comes to mind with the right kind of attitude. If you doubt yourself, you will not succeed in the task at hand, but if you have the ultimate faith, anything is possible. He seems to carry a warm and sunny personality, making friends and companions at ease. He doesn’t cage his heart in, but lets it roam and find its way freely. Safari can be a bit quick-minded, always bursting into a situation without much thought, but he finds it valuable to learn by cause and effect. Born under the care of his mother’s sister, Safari had grown into a fine cat, living by the code of friendliness and respect. After Zenaya died, the only caretaker he had ever known, he promised to make a change in this darkened world, and repay her by giving back to the cats who need it the most. He has a good way of handling trouble and obstacles, and keeps his patience with any being he comes across, even the feral ones. Nothing is better than a warm, blazing amber sun, especially when all seems drowned in winter.

Beguiledjustice
Rped by єυρhσяια
A plump pale brown tabby tom with a hint of orange in his pelt, with white paws and tail. When you look into his eyes, it's like peering into water; you can see right through him, see who he really is, for he never lies, and is innocent and sweet. Unfortunately, he is slow to catch up with others, and his mind operates slower than your average cat-- but only just. He is not severely handicapped, and most cats don't even notice his difference, but take it that he is just overly kind and very ignorant-- which, he is. Other novices tend to take advantage of him, and although he has sensitive feelings, sometimes it takes him a bit to figure out the meaning of things. For example, a spoken insult may not register immediately in his brain; he needs time to process things, and takes a long time on decisions, so some older cats treat him like a kit and try to avoid laying responsibility on his shoulders, for his emotional/mental frame is so frail. He is fascinated with nature and the way things first, and needs things explained to him, mostly, although his brain is like a machine-- if it is programmed to do something correctly, the task gets done. So if he is taught right, he can complete anything-- he has an amazing memory, and has his good days where he is almost caught up to the other novices.
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Lonestate
Rped by: houndour
This roughin, toughin, high strung cat is one big powerhouse. His dusty brown fur is always tufting out in different directions, making him look much bigger than he truly is. He also has this oddity of speakin in slang, never backin down from a fight, and tryin to make himself appear ten times bigger than he normally is. Some avoid him because of this, others? They just call him a Lonestate
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Crossroads
Rped by Dappledkit
A mottled brown and black tom with light amber eyes. He's laid back, and likes to talk about farm country and his old home back in a different area, where the land is flat and there is nothing but corn, beans, and cows. He came to RubyClan as a young kittling, unable to speak or even take care of himself, and was brought to the can by a young tabby she cat, presumably his older sister, who related a tale of loss and unexpected problems with the house they were living in. And so, Roadie, became Crossroads, and a very quiet tom to talk to. He tends to add 's's to the end of everything and doesn't always talk in the same way the others do, using the word confuzzled and often (with the T pronounced) because that's how the people talked in his part of the world. He feels left out at times, but has begun to become good friends with Lonestate, another cat much like himself that speaks differently and is a bit of a rough and tumble cat. Crossroads can be found chewing on heather often
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Brackensnap
Rped by: Mousely
Light gray white muzzled tabby tom with a darker gray streak running like a stripe down his back. His eyes are sapphire blue. While not the most gentlemanly tom, he makes up for it with his charm and sweet smile. A friendly and rambunctious RubyClanner with a heart of gold. What's his catch? Of course he's not Mr Perfect. For that to even partly be true he'd have to stop acting like a know-it-all. Everyone knows for certain that he believes he's always Mr Right. Though when it's inevitable he does admit when he's wrong, just a little stubborn that's all. He half hopes to dabble in a bit of healing as he matures, but the prospect of defending and hunting for his clan always sends excitable shivers down his spine. He's not the sort to get wistful and longing about what he wants. It'll come if he deserves it is what he believes. 'Rewards come to those who deserve them' is what he says to anyone who thinks different. If things don't work out you're just not trying hard enough to make it succeed should be his life motto. Overall he's a cheerful chap who doesn't give up easily on what he wants
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Freelight
Rped by dawnfire1551
You read this. Freepaw / wildpaw? What the heck, you think. He is one cat. With 2 personalities. Have you seen the lord of the ring movies? With smeagle and golem? He's like that only he's not evil. Freepaw is calm,shy, quiet, polite, neat and someone you just feel good hanging around. But in the morning, he might act like wildpaw. He is rude, energetic, hyper, loud, sharp tongued, messy, and the one who sticks out. They share the same looks. Both are light gray with dark gray stripes and white patches , have the same thick pelt and amber eyes. Because there the same cat! He may wake up one day and act like freepaw. But the next day, he's wildpaw! He never suddenly changes from one to the other in the middle of the day. He dose it at night. But he doesn't always change. Once he was freepaw for 11 days in a row. He started this when he was 3 days old and doesn't show signs of stopping now!

Sapphirewing
Roleplayed by Blizzardwing417
Sapphirepaw is a beautiful, loving, quiet, and intelligent she-cat. She loves long walks and someday hopes to be one of the best in the clan. Her orange and white pelt is always clean and well groomed and her amber eyes are always bright with curiosity. Shapphirepaw often wonders about many things but is always to quiet to ask. She is always in the background and one day hopes some tom will notice her besides her brother. She and her brother Bristlepaw were abandoned by their parents and found as kits. They were taken into RubyClan and she knows she will never leave. Sapphirepaw only wants to fit in, but doesnt know how. Her beautiful looks aren't one to be looked over, but she never sees how she will find her one thing she desires. Love.

Bristlefur
Roleplayed by Blizzardwing417
Bio- Bristlepaw is a bold, daring tom cat with an adventurous heart. His brown tabby pelt looks nothing like his sister's orange and white one. His pelt is usually sicking up in tufts and has sticks in it. He can never go with out speaking his opinion and is often very brave. He takes on a challenger head on and isn't afraid to show his long claws. Bristlepaw isn't the most handsome cat, but he, like his sister, one day does want to find a mate. Maybe when hes older. He is fun to be around and is always cracking jokes. His sister Sapphirepaw and him are total opposites. She is quiet and reserved while he cant go one moment without talking. Bristlepaw often gets in trouble by many different cats for either being to loud, sneaking out, or just being stand up obnoxious. But at the end of the day, seeing his large amber eyes, your heart melts and you can never stay mad at him.

Angelgrace
Roleplayed by SylbieRose
This she-cat is beatiful, graceful, and can make even the angriest calm, but she has a dark past to contradict it. Angel learned the hard way to appreciate life, because it can be taken in a split second. She's felt a heartbeat slow down to a stop, a cat taking in their last breath too many times, and is now haunted with nightmares every night. This she cat, broken in spirit and mind, still doesn't give up wanting to fight to her last breath and not give up. She's determined, to live for her dead family and friends that had given up in the fight for life, and won't go down without a fight. Angel Has eyes that feel as if they see through to your soul, a light baby blue with whisps of silver. Her pelt is pure white, with a silver stripe on her underbelly that travels up to her muzzle.

Falcontalon
Roleplayed by SylbieRose
The she-cat no one wants to make angry, or be the enemy of. Why you ask? Falcon not only know everyone in the clan- she's one of the most gentle, most of the time. She doesnt usually get angry, but when she does, run. She's sharp tounged, and very clever. She has a litter of kits, and loves them greatly. Falcon hasnt told anyone in the clan of their father, wanting to forget what happened to him before the kit's were born. Her pelt is a deep chocolate brown with tan streaks throughout it. Her eyes are a deep cerulean blue, calm as the sky before a storm. Her kits are Stormkit, and Thunderkit

Whisperedsong
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Her eyes, the color of a sheet of ice which lies upon water. Specks of gold freckles sprinkle around her pupils with a light blue background, fading merely to a pure white towards to edge of her iris. Her pelt blends with brown, black, light orange and white patches and stripes. Grey tips cover over these patches throughout her lithe body. Her chin, chest, and underbelly consist of white, stripes of brown and orange piercing into the white patches every so often. Her nose of a deep red, her paws of grayish orange and white. Her appearance is, as most say, very alluring. Her structure is very, well, little. Although, her legs lift her taller than most cats. She towers over them all, having to crane her neck down to see upon them. In what she lack of body built, she makes up in endurance, persistence, agility. She strives for that feeling of air brushing against her pelt. Faster, faster, faster. The embrace of wind, she craves it with every ounce of her soul. It fills her heart to the brim of everything content.. A heart so filled, so sanctified.. With such a heart, this she-cat has a lot of her heart to give. She gives, and she gives. Her persona is like that of a social-butterfly, yet she has a tight hold on her tongue and the way it moves. This she-cat’s soul holds the wisdom of youth, the forgiveness and undeniable trust of a kit. She welcomes everyone and just about anything in with an open mind. Being a strong believer in everyone's innocence, she is able to understand any cat's sins. She holds the power of a strong intuition. No matter what a cat may have done, she can always see a light in the path they have chosen to go down. She is not known for holding grudges. She was never one to remember the bad things in any cat. With the right punishment, any cat can be forgiven. She believes that any cat can turn good a bad reputation that they uphold. Her eyes see every solution, every answer. She speaks her mind, and it is up to you to hear her. Advice. This she-cat is a wizard for it. Conjuring up options that you would have never thought to think of. Brilliant, is what she is. She is quite the cat for inspiration, too. You might not think she would be the cat for it, but she can be quite insightful when she lets her mouth free to speak her deep, hidden thoughts. For her, it is very habitual for her to open her mind and heart to strangers. It is also likely that she has been hurt from doing so. And she has, more than once, had her heart torn by others. Yet she chooses to see that emotional pain as a test to make her stronger. She has learned much from being hurt, and she shares her experiences with those of whom ask, but mainly to those who are about to repeat history. She hates to see others in the pit of their own self-created agony, stabbing themselves to death left and right. Her desire overwhelms her to try and save them from making horrible mistakes. Because of this desire, she can't help but want to become every cat's savior. And that want, that desire, that sharp engraved sense of kindness, is inevitably tearing her apart. Always giving more than she gets. Always.

Thunderheart
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Cautious. Patient. A very careful, very understanding, wise cat defines the very outline of this grey tabby tom, and of that pelt lays a soft, sleek shine. His eyes are shrouded and edged with silver and white jagged lines, a small hint of yellow and orange fogging within them ever so gently. Much like his deceased parents had been, he is a selfless soul. His main reason for living is for the well-being of others. He feels it as his duty to never let any cat go passed him without a smile on their face. He is the type of cat you would want to bring to a peace-talk. Sure, he will fight undoubtedly alongside his clan. But in all of his honesty, he would only fight if he found it in his heart to be the right thing to do. He'd need something worth fighting for. And of course, his land, his home, his clan mates and kin, but above all, justice, are worth fighting for, to him. There is no uncertainty in his mind that he wouldn't fight for the right thing. His soul is of nothing but hope, of faith and liberty. Honor and respect. Yet, I will not say that he is pure. That he is always of innocence. No, he can be very sneaky, very sly. He is a quick liar, and can put his stories together with ease. But, his intentions are always directed in the path of good no matter the situation.

Flamewhisper
Rped by Valiantconqueror
A light ginger she-cat with a splash of darker orange on her flank, dazzled with pale green eyes. She is a relatively kind and generous cat, and could never refuse giving help to a cat in need. She has a huge heart, and bases most of her decisions on how she feels rather than what she thinks. Which in this case; that happens to be a good thing. She is never spiteful and tends to be very forgiving. She follows her heart (for the lack of a better term). She can relate to other cats very well, and loves the company of many cats in one area at once.

Chaoticmelody
Rped by NightShower
A delicate, spiraling breeze in the shadows of night. The way a stream bends easily around every obstacle. How a snowflake looks when it rests upon an eyelash. The sound of leaves crunching beneath soft paws. How fresh the air smells around the newly budding flowers of Newleaf. All of these things describe her, but it still is not enough. Chaoticmelody. The furthest thing from peaceful and yet the most graceful, entrancing creature out there. Her fur is longer and thicker than most and is the color of mystery. Her dark tabby pelt melts into a smooth ivory around her fluffy tail fur. Her eyes are the color of a winter sky and her body is lithe, even in the prey rich Greenleaf. Chaoticmelody was not born in RubyClan, not in any of the clans to be more precise. A rogue from birth, she has never known what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. Her mother abandoned her at a young age and she was taken under a wandering loner's wing. He taught her how to hunt, fight, and, most importantly, to lie. Once he died at a clan cat's claws, Chaoticmelody decided that she wanted the power to kill like that. She wasn't a cruel cat, and still isn't, it's just that she wanted to be powerful. Wandering around the clans for awhile, she learned a lot from them and let them believe she was their friend. After discovering RubyClan, she decided to join in the fun for awhile and see if she could pick up anything new. Will there be anything to convince her to stay in RubyClan or will she disappear yet again?

Sapphiredragon
Rped by Kittzkat
Silence. It cloaks the night, but it also exonerates the early morning. It strokes the rays of an early star, and doesn't always mean an unwanted curse. To Sapphiredragon, silence is the thing that exonerates the early morning. It brings something beautiful, wonderful. Why? Because this silence is the silence that cloaks her. She was born mute; well, almost mute. She can still snarl in defense, hiss in pain, but she can't speak. This means that she's had to learn to communicate otherwise. How does she talk to cats when she can't verbalize herself? Its her pictures in the sand. She prefers to be in sandy, or soily areas, so that she can scribble pictures in the sand with her tail. She's grown quite good at her game of pictionary, and its the only way she's learned to comminucate. Sapphiredragon is a very pretty she-cat, one with loner herritage. She is a sillver, almost white tabby, one with eyes that cut you like knives. They are the softest of sapphires, but they harden into an eerie glow if you anger her.

Romanticnotion
Rped by tick.tock
Romanticnotion is a White Spotted Bengal. Bengals are a cross between The Asian Leopard Cat, and an ordinary domestic feline, because of this she has many traits of a wild cat. Her hind legs are a bit longer than her front, muscular and powerful. She has an advantage when it comes to speed, her legs- front and back, are firm and strong, ideal for climbing and running. Her coat it short in length, dense, luxurious, close lying and soft to the touch. A gentle gradient of a light, soft gray color starts at the spine and turns to white as is falls down the sides and reaches the under belly. Dark black spots align down her spine like the yellow marks in the middle of the road. Leopard patterned black and dark gray patches lay on either side of her flank, flattening out into stripes as they reach the front and hind legs. Her face is masked with light grey tabby looking stripes. Her tail is thick and even, medium in length with a rounded tip. Faint gray stripes begin at it's base, followed by large, stretched black spots. Her eyes are a gleaming, deep blue color, grey slightly fading into them from the far black rim around the colored part of her eye. She's got a laughing attitude, leading a sort of happy-go-lucky life. She's very optimistic, upbeat, friendly, kind. She has a wonderful sense of humor and gets along with it well. If there's one thing this she cat can do, it's talk. She has a way of talking herself out of certain situations, manipulating the circumstances easily, mostly to buy herself more time to think of a way out of it. She finds herself in trouble almost everywhere she goes, her curiosity and ability to get involved in something she has no business being involved in ruling out a tricky, and certainly always dangerous situation. Romanticnotion is incredibly clever and intelligent, she's quick, and can catch on to most anything very quickly. This of course is a great advantage when she finds herself in a pickle. She absolutely appals violence, she would never raise a single claw against another cat, her silver tongue is weapon enough. She can be nosey at times, but is also very respectful and knows where her boundaries lie. She is a fighter, whether she draws blood or not. She can't refuse anyone in need of help, and is glad to do anything in her power to assist someone in trouble. When she is angry, which is rare, something must be incredibly wrong. She does have a bite when she finds someone doing something terrible, or simply not right, and whether she has the jurisdiction in the area to stop them or not, she'll always try. She has had countless tragedies happen to her in her life, but she's tough, a grin and bear it kind of cat. She's always moving on, and never looks back. She once had a very large family, she lived a happy life in a small clan of her own, except they didn't call it a clan. In the end everyone lost. The whole of her large, beloved family, dead. -But they took that tribe down with them. They burnt the forest, knocked over a lantern from the human cabin and it burnt. The trees fell down and killed hundreds. A beaver dam, which the tribe cats used as a bridge to cross the river was taken out by a burning tree and their camps flooded. Most were dead already, but the few of the scrabbling groups that lived were killed stone dead. Vivace had been swept away by the flood, she found herself on a sandy river bank a few miles down from the edge of the forest. When that young little she-cat looked back to her home, flying human machines were hovering over where the camp used to be, sirens were blazing and lights flashing. A large cloud of black smoke drifted endlessly up from the ruins of the forest. She stayed on that riverbank for weeks until the humans went away and the smoke cleared. When she went back to the battle scene, she found that most of the bodies had been taken away by the humans, she assumed that they had taken any survivors as well, she had seen them take cats and put them in metal cages before. She ran, and ran, and never stopped running. She's had many other adventures on her travels, but I wouldn't have enough time to describe them all. The only one worth mentioning is that she met RubyClan on a rainy day. She used to have a friend back home, Oscar was his name. They would play together in the patches of clovers under the overhang of a small grassy hill. He was taken right in front of her eyes. They fought side by side against the savages, she was caught by the scruff and when he lashed out at the cat who had her, the cat let her go, but took him instead. She had a mate, once upon a time. In her travels she met a handsome, daring tabby named Hester, but he was taken from her as well. Her father's name was Jay, her mother, Bailey. She had four brothers, Doug, Socks, Marley, and Rutter. Two sisters, Rose and Brook. Her father had a brother named Sammy, and her mother had three sisters called Vista, Marcee, and River. Her fathers parents were Polo and Kelly, her mothers parents, Foster and Song. She had so many other cats she called family but there are to many to list. And she lost them all. She had two kits, Harmew and Nammy. Her mate, Hester had died, he was the last one with her kits, she's searched high and low for them but hasn't been able to find them, so she assumed they died with him. Her past is her biggest weakness. Reminders of what she's done, who she's killed, what she's lost. She runs from it, every waking moment she runs. Her biggest strength is her mind. She's insanely clever and imaginative.

Treefrost
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A beautiful tortoisishell she-cat with hazelnut brown, creamy beige, and chestnut-colored fur. Her paws and chest splash are a bleached white, fluffy, and kitten-life soft. Treefrost's eyes are a pale, almost translucent ice blue, that reflect the stars at night. Very sweet and mild-mannered, she has no trouble making friends. Treefrost has long, slender limbs, that make her an excellent huntress, though she is not much of a fighter. This pretty kitty seems to carry an upbeat personality, and holds an optimistic attitude towards everything, even in the darkest of hours. Treefrost is still waiting for that special someone to to steal her heart, and hopes to bare his kits one day. Always spreading a smile on her clanmate's muzzles, she is very liked and well looked upon by others.

Midnightastrix
Rped by Kittzkat
Midnight. The time of night where there is peace, yet complexity. That nothing is the same in midnight than in the midday. That would be Midnightastrix. The she-cat so different from the rest of the world, one who craves a sense of peace and tranquility, but one who's temper seldom allows for that. The she-cat that has the fur of midnight-cream, a thick fur that flows across the muscles she was is cloaked in. She has one silver paw, and that one paw sets the darkness of her pelt to something a little softer. Her eyes are the color of the water, a crystal-light blue that is barely there. Her tail is long, and her eyes are slightly slanted, and seem to be a bit out of proportion. Other than that, though, she is flawless in her complexion. Is her personallity? No. She's a bit of a two-faced she-cat. She has one part of her searching for the tranquility of the night, but the other that makes her temper explosive. The two faces seem to altrinate, making her moods rather hard to decipher. She doesn't trust easily, and doesn't like most cats. She's not in any way a loner, though. She has friends, most defiantly. There really isn't much more to say about the she-cat, other than her devotion to RubyClan is strong. Why? It takes you into her history. She was born into an abusive, rogue family, in which her father was down right cruel. Verbal abuse was the only thing she and her sister, Middaykit, a handsome golden tom, knew. They were stuck in constant taunts, and they never seemed to make their father happy. It wasn't just verbal abuse, though. One night, it excalated. In the depth of the moon, their father went off. He attacked both of his kits, aiming his blows for death. The two faught back, and eventually their father got bored. The moment he walked away, the now apprentice aged Midnightkit knew that they were now alone. Middaykit was very frail by that time, and suffered from a huge gash across his throat. The black she-cat knew taht she was going to have to do somethign to save her sibling. So she did. She coaxed him to come with her, and the two walked until Middaykit appeared to be bleeding out. Seeing that blood, it scared the she-cat. She knew she had to stop. They stopped just inside RubyClan territory, where they fell asleep. When she awoke, she and ber brother were being prodded by strange cats, the RubyClan medicine cat and a few warriors. They brought the kits into the clan, acheiving the names Midnightpaw and Middaypaw. Although Midday didn't make it long, Midnightastrix prooved her loyalty to the clan she loves today.

Timefreezer
Rped by Paranormalseduction
Stop! Direct your eyes to the cat with the calico pelt and the silver eyes. He is much more than anyone expected him to be. He is beyond loyal and will serve his clan for a long time. But Timefreezer has one issue. He lives in the past way to much. He refuses to move on from things in his past because he misses certain family members and friends. They died in a horrible fire because of him. As a small kitten he lead a child two leg to their old home which was soon discovered by the child's caretaker. The grown male twoleg brought fire and burned the place, not realizing that cats lived there. Timefreezer didn't go to sleep there some nights, and that happened to be one of those nights. Ever since then he has blamed himself. He fears that he will somehow cause harm to his clan and it makes him reluctant in everything he does.

Peachfur
Rped by ~~Sabilla~~
Peachfur, the strong she-cat with orange like fur with darker specs. Her mindset tends to be off, and some don't even wish to be around her with the things she does, or says. Though, no one was truly gotten to know her, hence the reason why she tends to be socially awkward. Now unlike most cats, she has had a decent life, born a rogue, raised a rogue then turned into a loner.This is where her disorder started though, the lack of attention, talking, and socialization with others her own kind had left her odd. After about three moons of such loneliness, she longed for companionship.

Freckledapple
Rped by Salamanderfoot
Fairly quiet she cat, with a temper like thin ice. Judge her by anything, and she'll prove you wrong. You'll also probably get a swipe of the claw. For a pretty she cat, she is an excellent hunter and fighter. Most mistake her and underestimate her for a soft Queen living in the nursery. Your hopes with easily be turned down once you realize the beast she is. Her troubled personality masks any signs of emotion, and all she is mostly worried about is defending her Clan. With a heart like ice, you'll soon realize that she isn't the princess that you'll be saving from the castle. A scar trails behind her ear from an attack of a dog. A lot recognize her as a symbol of hostility. Freckledapple is truly a lady of her word, but will her honesty always prove to be true?

THE NOVICES

Adderpaw(Blood)
Rped by Mousely
Mentor: Littlecomet
A dark storm brooding over the horizon, faint at first until it unleashes its true fury. Something shared by the mood of this volatile tom. Swinging like a pendulum from each negative emotion that forms in his shadowed heart. The price of being raised by a hard hearted mother and being born with a defect that renders him inferior to his peers. A limp, paralytic fore paw caused by being born a quarter moon prematurely. Certainly not the champion of his litter as he had dreamed of as a kitten, instead he lags behind his brother and sister, Blazekit and Sweetkit. The only one he feels superior to is Tinykit, which isn't a great accomplishment considering how small his youngest brother is. It injures his pride greatly how incompetent his dead paw forces him to be only fueling his roguish manners. In the company of others a dark veil surrounds him, acting like a buffer to anyone who may try to get close to him. He meets society with his sarcastic and brash persona. Although he's normally silent and brooding unless interacted with then his damaged spirit uncoils itself from its mental torture and swings forward like a sharp, piercing blade. The only scrap of pride he bares is toward his pure blooded clan cat status perhaps the only thing that has true meaning to him in his confusing existence. He is scornful towards those of a different heritage. Being anything less would destroy him so he would not allow himself to mingle with the unworthy, unless they are persistent enough and stick around then he has no choice but to accept them. Those who do manage to push through his hard heart actually get to witness his soft side which is a rare sight indeed. In contrast to his personality his appearance compliments it well, feral ruffly brown fur courses through the muscular form of this well built tom. As well as two fierce amber eyes akin to a cold mindless beast's, wild and erratic.

Shellpaw
Roleplayed by 322er
Mentor: Fixedsolution

Her fur is the prettiest silver,with white circles aroun her sea blue eyes.She stands for hopes and dreams.This brave she cat would die for her clan.Loving it.Only wishing for the best.She'll never back down from a fight.She longs for freedom.But also knows the price of it.Her clan is her home.Betrayle is not part of Shellkit's vocabulary.Her spirit rises above shame a tragety and can bring out the best in anyone.But she knows about loss.She isn't someone who's happy because they lived without loss.She was born to a family who loved her.With six siblings.Four sisters and two brothers.Then there was a fire.And everything she had ever loved,was burnt to ashes.But three still remained.Shellkit,and her two other sisters,Wishkit and rosekit.She a surviver.And rejouces for that.She hopes only the better than what what happened to her for everyone.She hopes to let wind of change come to bring a brighter futere.One that is lighted both for her and her family,and her clan.
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Rosepaw
Roleplayed by 322er
Mentor: Safari
She is the true figure of hope.It ripples inside of her.She know that it is what keeps cats going when the've fallen.But how can you have hope when everythings fallen.When it's torn apart?Rosekit knows the answer.Her family was burnt in a fire.But,that wasn't the end.Because when she fell,there was Wishkit and Shellkit to pick her up.Maybe,she wasn't left in the darkness as she belived at one point.She had others.That would be sure to grab her when she fell.Now,she has her clan.That's a family to her know.Maybe,as Rosekit has found out many times,hope isn't a feeling,but the ones around you.It sounds corny,but look at Rosekit.She would have fell if she hadn't had her sisters words to lift her up.Rosekit is kind,though you could say sassy at times.Her feirce will gets this black and white she cat in more trouble than she's worth.But maybe that's not so bad.It's better than being a stick in the mud.Her eyes are a crimson.But don't try and look at her to tell how she acts.Looks are misleading,but the soul will guide.
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Wishpaw
Roleplayed by 322er
Mentor: Moonlightmagician
Her little body wanders through snow.She looks so delicate.And when she falls,you race over.And she has only one word that breaks of her lips.Tranquility.This is her death scene.Nothing else more horrifying or beautiful.And that is how it will end.This she cat has strived to conquire that one word.Tranquility.Serinity.Peace.So many ways to say that one word.And yet it is probably the hardest thing to be.Wishkit has tried for many Years to be like it though.Ask her.You can hear her perfect words telling you why it's so hard to be it.Because you have to be calm and resist the erge to get anger at something.Though it's the hardest to master,how ever,Wishkit is one of the closests to it.She is always trying to say calm.Never fight.She has clear belief in starclan and is loyal to Rubyclan.She enjoys being part of a clan and everything about it.Though she has lost a lost.Her family was burned in a fire.Everything ashes exept for her and her two surviving sisters,Rosekit and shellkit.She doesn't know what she would do without them.Her fur is a pretty cream,with green eyes.She is a beautiful sight.And a kind and loyal freind as well.
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Onepaw (direction)
Rped by Me-mow122
Mentor: Firemask
Her beautiful tortoiseshell fur and dark blue eyes show her beauty. She has a crescent moon mark under her right eye. She loves to play and tell jokes. She loves Rubyclan a lot. She can't help playing pranks on her friends. She loves making other cats smile. Whenever she is alone she sings. Her beautiful singing voice can attract anyone. Her mother is Silverbeauty who is a former lady in Rubyclan. If she has to chose something she choses with her heart.

Rabbitpaw
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Mentor: Honeystone
A fairly small she-cat with hazel brown eyes and a light caramel brown coat. She has a very happy spirit and loves laughing with everyone. She is fair and kind, never over stepping her boundaries. Although she is adventurous she is wise and would do what's best for the clan before putting what is best for herself. She loves fishing by the lakes border and sometimes she likes to sneak away to her favorite sunning spot, right at the edge of the Ashclan border. She makes friends easily and truly believes Starclan exists, even though she has never spoken to them before. Her heart is pure and honest as she tries her hardest to please everyone. Her heart thumps like a rabbits ambition.

Piperpaw
Rped By Heathersong981
Mentor: Leaftwist
Dusty red she-cat with deep green eyes and a long white tail. She has sandy gold paws and a small scar across her little chin. Piperkit is active, hyper, and she is always up for a play fight. She likes to follow the Queen sometimes, when there's nothing else to do. When she gets older, she hopes to at least get the chance to be Queen, even though she knows its close to almost impossible. She likes playing with the kitlings and teaching them secretly some of the battle techniques she learns from her mentor. And right before she sleeps she likes to race into the elders den and ask them about how the other camp looked like, and how life had been for them there. She hopes to have a mate and kits one day, and her wish is to stay a live to a long time.

Crimsonpaw (leaf)
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Mentor: Sapphiredragon
What could a pair of bright yellow eyes and a beautiful dark, reddish brown pelt get you? Trouble. That's what. This she-cat is a sucker for all things devious. She's the cat to come running to for a few malicious ideas, if you needed them. Skinny and swift, agile and blunt. Those are just a few words that begin to describe what kind of cat she is. But, in more detail, the words rude, delinquent, and careless would better describe what she's really like. Always looking for an adventure. Always chasing some dream. She'll deny her flaws, and she'll accept nothing less than the best. Her ego is one big wall you're going to have to climb over if you'd ever wish to get to know the good parts of her. But trust me-- You'll be grateful that you did. That is, if you do.

Crabpaw (claw)
Rped by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Mentor: Lilliclaw
Crabclaw. His fiery orange fur isn't the only reason why Crabclaw was given his name! Though this tom has fur that is indeed the color of a crab's shell, his name is probably related to the fact that he is 'crabby' almost all of the time. This feisty tom has been known to go from content to aggravated in a matter of seconds. Cats around him had better watch what they say, because it only takes one wrong word to make him angry! If he's cross, Crabclaw will most likely raise his voice and yell at who or whatever deserves his fury. Oddly enough, Crabclaw isn't the kind of cat to look for fights wherever he goes. In fact, unless his fighting skills are absolutely needed, he'd prefer to keep his claws sheathed and steer clear of trouble. Of course, with that temper of his, it's hard to avoid the occasional fight between others. Crabclaw would rather slit those bright yellow eyes of his and glare at someone than smile. Crabclaw rarely ever smiles, unless he's extremely happy about something. Crabclaw is a very dominant type of cat. When he was a kit, he wouldn't play any kind of group game with his littermates unless he was the leader of them. He will always try to have the most dominant rank in Rubyclan that he can get. The orange tom is strongly attached to any friends he manages to make, and he will do anything he can to protect them. It isn't surprising, but Crabclaw isn't the best at making friends because of his explosive temper. He is more easygoing and is easier to talk to when he's around close friends or family. Crabclaw does have an interest in getting a mate one day, if there is any she-cat in Rubyclan that could actually /tolerate\ him. When he does start to develop feelings for a certain cat, Crabclaw will most likely not tell anyone, fearing that his secret would somehow get back to her. Though he doesn't have a lot of patience, Crabclaw looks forward to possibly having an apprentice and maybe even some kits at some point in his life.

THE TATAWANNA

Tarnishedglow
Rped by Jazz<3
A harsh glow in the morning, a cunning smile at night. A whisper that causes toms to wonder about her. A cat who wants to let those cats wonder. She doesn't give much about her out, rather lets cats try to figure her out, unsucsessfully. She's a secretive cat, one who's got a bit of a personality on her. Lippy, and easily annoyed, but still unwilling to give much about herself. Tarnishedglow is a beautiful golden she-cat, one that stands on long limbs. She's huge, especially when she has kits with her. Muscular, and tall. She is just a massive cat. The only thing that disrupts her gorgeous golden looks is the black of her tail tip and paws. Her eyes are the color of the sea, a hazy blue that retains a deep mist in them. She is a cat who is considered pretty, or goregous even, but doesn't think anyone else to be attractive. She's a bit full of herself, and proud to admit it, if it means staying in her secret... She has a litter of kits, but no one knows the father. She didn't /have/ to tell anyone, so she didn't. She just let the clan assume the father. And she's not looking to find another mate to replace the father of the litter she once had.

Silverbeauty
Rped by: Me-mow122
A young she-cat with white fur and one grey paw that looks silver in the sun and she also has amber eyes. She is very calm and gentle but takes things seriously. She is nice to everyone in Rubyclan. She will do anything for her clan even if it means giving up her life. With her beauty and kindness she hopes to find the tom of her dreams. She will always be loyal to Rubyclan and only Rubyclan.

THE CARETAKERS
None. Try-outs will be held.
2 needed.

THE KITTLINGS

Stormkit
Roleplayed by SylbieRose
The eye of a hurricane- calm, quiet, but brings the feeling of impending doom, as it slowly starts to pass over. This is what it feels like to be around Storm, You never know when the peaceful moment will be shattered- it doesnt take much though. It's not that she was mistreated- it's that almost everything annoys her, and that she can't stand being the center of attention, so she tries to scare everyone away, but ends up doing the exact opposite. She has few friends that really understand her, but other than that everyone thinks she's a attention seeking kit. She knows she's not a full-blooded clan member, but still is loyal to bloodclan no matter what. Her pelt is a light gray with strips of white, her eyes a cloudy gray that resemble a storm.

Thunderkit
Roleplayed by SylbieRose
A loud and impossibly stubborn tom. He doesnt know when to give up, which can be good, and annoying. He specializes in pushing his sister storms buttons, and does it relentlessly. Thunder is bigger than most kits, and can be somewhat clumsy when he tries to run. Even though slow he may be, he's very strong. He and his sister are having a running contest of who's better, with a tie of 33-33, in random contests. Rivals they may be, they balance eachother ot perfectly, making up for eachothers faults. His pelt is a dark tan, with deep brown eyes.

Darkkit (contridiction)
Rped by Jazz<3
Cinnamon. A beautiful color for a cat's fur, eh? Especially the deeper, oriental cinnamon colors that seem to be lowlighted by the shadows that move in the world around them. Darkcontridiction has one of those cinnamon pelts, but it doesn't mean he is the most attractive of cats. No, no. Darkcontridiction isn't necessarily attractive. He is very thin, even for being a smaller tom. His skin seems to stretch across his features, and his cheek bones are especially prominent. His ears give him a rather bat like complexion, being oddly out of proportion with the rest of his body. His eyes are the color of the sun, a golden amber. His chest is always puffed, and he is a very proud cat. Proud and mysterious. Oh, why yes, he has gotten that trait from his mother, Tarnishedglow. That mystery that he doesn't like other cats to know about. He also got her dark core. Darkcontridiction is a harsh tongued, hateful tom that doesn't like to be bothered. He'd much rather be alone than with anyone else, and he doesn't seem to think that anyone is equal to him. He thinks he's better than anyone else, yes he does. But does that really mean anything?

Silverkit (cloud)
Rped by Time.To.Dance
Light and fluffy like a cloud, this gentle and kind silver she cat, Silvercloud, has always been easily excitable. She has bright blue eyes that sparkle with excitement every time she meets somebody new, which is quite often since she doesn't always pay attention to what is going on around her. A small bundle of energy, no matter what her age is, Silvercloud is delicate in her physical appearance. Her long slender legs and slim build are beautiful and unique to her own personality, and though she can at times seem very off kilter, her head is pretty level. She loves her name and has hopes to become a great Lady in RubyClan, though she does find it upsetting that she can't ever become the princess of the clan. She is content to stay just the way she is. She has an identical twin brother by the name of Wolfpelt, thought both of their personalities contrast greatly. They love spending time together, even though, as they grow older, they will find that their ideas of a good time vary greatly.

Wolfkit (pelt)
Rped by Time.To.Dance
The twin brother of Silvercloud, Wolfpelt has only one noticeable physical difference between his sister; his pelt is a tad darker. He has the same bright clear blue eyes and long lanky build as his sister, though when it comes to his appearance, he definitely is more of a rough and tumble kind of cat compared to his sister. Always fired up to do more than ju

st sit down and listen, Wolfpelt has been a difficult cat to teach because of his stubborn attitude. He loves to fight though. He and his sister get along really well even though they are almost complete opposites in opinion and personality, but that doesn't keep them apart. He loves being out during Leaf-Bare because of the beautiful snow and landscape of the land. He is an avid believer in StarClan and, even though it may not seem so, he will go great lengths to help his clan...

THE MASTERS
Sneezenose
Rped by Valiantconqueror
His fur is matted, his teeth are yellow, and his claws are jagged. This tabby tom isn't exactly all that nice, either. This is grizzly, whinny, sickly-looking ol' Sneezenose. His name wasn't placed upon him for no reason, either. He has a horrible sneeze that never seems to leave him. Though, it doesn't seem to bother him. His nose tends to run quite frequently as well. His pelt is singed with the sands of time, all dark brown and untidy. He's a grouch. You could probably try to find a million ways to please him, but your futile attempts will fail. Nothing cat put this cat in a good mood. He's constantly bickering and complaining. Though, if you were to ask him anything; he'd bluntly answer your questions. He believes in truth, and nothing less. There's no insinuating around old Sneezenose. You've found the cat to come to for real, solid thoughts. He's not afraid to tell any cat of what he truly thinks. He might be rude, he might be insensitive, but he has his points. Wise and blunt are his main traits. Ask any cat around; they'll assure you of it.

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4.3.12 - Eclipsestar has found her Deputy. Congratulations to Heronflight 4.10.12 - SpringClan now has it's medicine cats. Congratulations to Warblesong and Celestialpaw! 4.11.12 - Sign-ups for promotions/mentoring are now open - Thread

4.3.12 - Eclipsestar has found her Deputy. Congratulations to Heronflight
4.10.12 - SpringClan now has it's medicine cats. Congratulations to Warblesong and Celestialpaw!
4.11.12 - Sign-ups for promotions/mentoring are now open - Thread

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* Rped by: Cicleywhisker Secrets lurk beneath the surface of her flawless image. Emotions remain hidden, masked by an illusion of confidence. As a leader it is her duty to push her own feelings to the side for the good of the clan. What lies inside the intricate thoughts of Eclipsestar is a mystery best left untouched. Only when in the secluded shadows of her den will she show any sign of worry or trouble in tough times. Although she hates keeping things from her warriors, it is to ensure a calm environment so the clan business will go on as usual. This veiling of emotion is just one of the skills she had developed in becoming leader. She also has the ability to house two different trains of thoughts at once. Her leader side and the side everyone is used to. Not only is Eclipsestar head of SpringClan, she's a member of it and knows her clanmates just as well as others. She enjoys spending time and laughing with her friends just as much as any other cat, though she is deprived of as much time because of her responsiblities. She never let's that ruin her relationships. There's two lives she's got to live and she lives them seperately. To other clans, she is the feirce yet fair leader who would rather smooth ruffled fur than rub it the wrong way. To her clanmates she is the lovely, carefree she-cat who would never pass up a good race... Or any type of running for that matter. Eclipsestar can't be described as beautiful. No, that's an understatement. A better way of putting it is she describes beauty. Upon a snow white canvas was place a coat the color of an empty night sky, though it did not entirely fit. Her muzzle was left white, as well as her paws. Black and white are not overly brilliant, so to compensate, she was graced with a pair of icy blue eyes to bring color to her appearance. Her fur is like a silken river, flowing over her lean form is seamless perfection. With her head held high, the air of dominance and power about her is unmistakeable, but she does her best to conceal it. She's never wanted to lead, but guide her clan. She acts more as a mother, although more strict. In fact, she dislikes bearing the title of a leader when she does not feel she is one. At most times, she just wishes she could be reguarded as a normal cat. She just doesn't know that she is anything but normal. Mate: Kits: Current Apprentice(s): Past Apprentice(s):

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Rped by: Cicleywhisker
Secrets lurk beneath the surface of her flawless image. Emotions remain hidden, masked by an illusion of confidence. As a leader it is her duty to push her own feelings to the side for the good of the clan. What lies inside the intricate thoughts of Eclipsestar is a mystery best left untouched. Only when in the secluded shadows of her den will she show any sign of worry or trouble in tough times. Although she hates keeping things from her warriors, it is to ensure a calm environment so the clan business will go on as usual. This veiling of emotion is just one of the skills she had developed in becoming leader. She also has the ability to house two different trains of thoughts at once. Her leader side and the side everyone is used to. Not only is Eclipsestar head of SpringClan, she's a member of it and knows her clanmates just as well as others. She enjoys spending time and laughing with her friends just as much as any other cat, though she is deprived of as much time because of her responsiblities. She never let's that ruin her relationships. There's two lives she's got to live and she lives them seperately. To other clans, she is the feirce yet fair leader who would rather smooth ruffled fur than rub it the wrong way. To her clanmates she is the lovely, carefree she-cat who would never pass up a good race... Or any type of running for that matter. Eclipsestar can't be described as beautiful. No, that's an understatement. A better way of putting it is she describes beauty. Upon a snow white canvas was place a coat the color of an empty night sky, though it did not entirely fit. Her muzzle was left white, as well as her paws. Black and white are not overly brilliant, so to compensate, she was graced with a pair of icy blue eyes to bring color to her appearance. Her fur is like a silken river, flowing over her lean form is seamless perfection. With her head held high, the air of dominance and power about her is unmistakeable, but she does her best to conceal it. She's never wanted to lead, but guide her clan. She acts more as a mother, although more strict. In fact, she dislikes bearing the title of a leader when she does not feel she is one. At most times, she just wishes she could be reguarded as a normal cat. She just doesn't know that she is anything but normal.

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* A large fluffy almost orange almond brown and smokey gray and black tom cat with darker chestnaut stripes that wrap all around his body. He resembles a little tiger with white toes and a white chest and a thing but plush black tail . Long white and sensitive whiskers that can sense the slightest movement if they touch something. Named from his incredible ability to jump in the air, this tom is a proficient bird hunter using his incredible ability to bring down even the biggest birds in the terroritory. He has a gifted sense of eye-sight which he always says StarClan gave him to match that of a herons. He is a muscular tom who works like a maching when it comes to working whether it be hunting, patroling, or manging the camp. He is a very fun tom to be around but when it comes to work he is deadly serious and very profient in whatever he is trying to do. Known as one of SpringClan's best hunters he can bring in boat loads of prey which can range from water voles to owls that heavily populate the area. This loyal tom is very conservative and likes to keep to the Clan even during Gatherings although he has aquaintances outside of the clan. He is a well respected warriors of SpringClan and has fought tooth and nail to secure his spot as Deputy that he wouldn't change for the world. He lives a life of serving SpringClan and would give up his life and go join StarClan who he is very devoted and connected to, for SpringClan. He is a popular cat and he loves to be with his Clan. Unlike the apprentices he likes to talk to the Elders even though they can be grumpy, he finds their stories intresting and their advice credible. He admires bravery and wisdom and thinks that these are the two best qualities you can ever have. He is a brave cat with sometimes a fiery temper. He was chosen to be his clans deputy because of his bravery and selflessness and his clan nows that he would give his life for them. Rped By: Wildcoat Mate: Kits: Current Apprentice(s): Past Apprentice(s):

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A large fluffy almost orange almond brown and smokey gray and black tom cat with darker chestnaut stripes that wrap all around his body. He resembles a little tiger with white toes and a white chest and a thing but plush black tail . Long white and sensitive whiskers that can sense the slightest movement if they touch something. Named from his incredible ability to jump in the air, this tom is a proficient bird hunter using his incredible ability to bring down even the biggest birds in the terroritory. He has a gifted sense of eye-sight which he always says StarClan gave him to match that of a herons. He is a muscular tom who works like a maching when it comes to working whether it be hunting, patroling, or manging the camp. He is a very fun tom to be around but when it comes to work he is deadly serious and very profient in whatever he is trying to do. Known as one of SpringClan's best hunters he can bring in boat loads of prey which can range from water voles to owls that heavily populate the area. This loyal tom is very conservative and likes to keep to the Clan even during Gatherings although he has aquaintances outside of the clan. He is a well respected warriors of SpringClan and has fought tooth and nail to secure his spot as Deputy that he wouldn't change for the world. He lives a life of serving SpringClan and would give up his life and go join StarClan who he is very devoted and connected to, for SpringClan. He is a popular cat and he loves to be with his Clan. Unlike the apprentices he likes to talk to the Elders even though they can be grumpy, he finds their stories intresting and their advice credible. He admires bravery and wisdom and thinks that these are the two best qualities you can ever have. He is a brave cat with sometimes a fiery temper. He was chosen to be his clans deputy because of his bravery and selflessness and his clan nows that he would give his life for them.
Rped By: Wildcoat

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Rped By ElectricWalrus. Bright eyed and bushy tailed, this one of a kind tom is always happy and ready to go. His large paws and muscular build means he would make an excellent warrior, but this cat has other things on his mind. He has been gifted with an exceptional memory, he can recall every herb, every tip and every trick. Seems awesome right? I mean with these powers you'd be the best cat ever, always helping others and knowing what to do! Well, you'd be very, very wrong. Because he can remember everything, it means he remembers every lost soul, every dying cat that was too far away for him to help them, every dying mother, all the blood, all the pain. But, he gets through it eventually. I mean, he's no heartless tom, he just learns how to deal with it better than most. You see, he is very masculine, and he thinks that if he shows fear, or if he cries that it makes him weak, so he just lets it out other ways, by training to fight or by going for a run. His electric blue eyes are the first thing everyone notices, bright orbs of colour, alive with hidden emotions and a mysterious aura. His snow white fur makes them stand out even more, I know most white cats with blue eyes are deaf, right? Well, not this one. He has keen hearing, brilliant eyesight and an acute sense of smell and direction. Although he is very handsome, his past as a healer means he doesn't think he should have a mate. He is very loyal and conservative, he gets embarrassed easily and tends to keep to himself. He is a very funny, charming fellow and he is respected and enjoyed throughout the Clan. But, it wasn't all blue skies and rainbows for this cat, he has had quite the journey. When he was born, he didn't have the best of starts. His mother gave birth to seven kits, with in two weeks, all except him had passed away. His mother was understandably grief-stricken and depressed. His father left, no one knows where to, but it's good he left while he did. Lucky for Electric, he was born into a small barn, full of mice and two other older she-cats who cared for him and his mother, but one day, when he was about two moons old, the barn had lit on fire. No one had heard it, no one had smelled it until it was too late. Only Electric survived. He was absolutely devastated and in utter shock. He didn't know where to go, he had only left the barn one time before, but that was with one of the older cats. Now he was all alone, no where to go, nothing to eat, no where to sleep. He soon figured out how to hunt, but mostly he scavenged, eating two-leg leftovers and even breaking down to the point where he would sleep in two-leg nests for a day or two so he could eat. He hated those nests, the two-legs were so loud, they gave him head aches. But, after he was stuffed he left, wandering and grazing. He grew older, and by now he was three moons old. He still had horrible nightmares, every time he blinked he saw his mother sitting there, not helping him. She just stared at him, her hazel eyes dull and full of anger. She never liked Electric, she blamed him for his brothers and sisters dying. The older cats were the ones who helped him get out, and once he escaped he tried to get them out to, but they had said that there was no point, that they had been born in that barn and that they were destined to die in that barn. He had never understood that, he probably never will. So, as he got older he learned how to survive, this hard-core kit established a territory, had a regular supply of food and he always kept to himself. Until the rouges came along. Dozens of them. They came pouring in to his town, seemingly out of no where. He tried to hide from them, but his white fur stuck out like a dog at a gathering. They found him, they captured him, they made him work for them. Doing what? Well, this cat had learned a few tip and tricks about healing from here and there and they forced him to work for them, even though he was so young. They practically starved him, they beat him when he would mess up and they robbed him of his kithood. But, one day, he fought back. He and a few other cats organized a rebellion, an attack on the cats so they could escape. Electric was the ring leader, he was the one who came up with the plan, he was the cat to fight to near death so he could escape, and guess what? He won. They over powered the other cats and they were able to walk free. He couldn't bring himself to stay with those evil cats though, even the ones he thought of as aquaintances reminded him of the brutal pain he suffered And then, at five moons old, things got better. He had found a new place, he was living with adult cats who would treat him like one of their own, not like a slave or a burden, but like a traumatized kit who needed nurturing. He was so happy, he thanked StarClan everyday, every minute for this 'family'. He even fell in love. Yes, he did have a huge crush on a beautiful, gentle she-kit called Blossom. If she would have stayed with him, they would have been definite mates, but, things change, as Electric knows. Happiness only lasts for so long. Why? Blossom got very ill, Electric thought he could save her, but he was wrong, nothing could say the dying kit, not even true love. She passed away when he was six moons old. The family was shaken, like any family would be, and they said they had to leave, everything reminded them of peppy little Blossom. Electric saw this coming, though. He knew from prior experience that all good things come to an end, no matter how short lived. But, they did not simply abandon him. They left him with hope, tales of a group of cats, known as SpringClan. He said his goodbyes and set off, not knowing where to go or who he'd find, but he knew one word. SpringClan. Finally, one week after he had said goodbye to his 'family' he was attacked, by a group of burly cats. Of course, this kit six and a half moons old tom was fit, he was tough, he showed his fighting abilities and they were impressed. Little did he know, he had just found his way into SpringClan. He'd never been so happy to be attacked in his whole life and he was so thankful to be in SpringClan, no one knew why. Well, once when he was on patrol with his mentor they were attacked by a rouge, one from Electric's old group. Electric fought with the furiousness of an angry tigress, defending her kits and he killed the rouge, his mentor was badly injured. Badly. Camp was too far away to get help and he was too hurt to move, but Electricpaw's fast thinking and swift paws meant he was able to stop the bleeding and make his mentor stable, he then got help and the Clan was astonished. He from that moment on realized he had a true calling for medicine and trained as a Medicine Cat. And that's his story. It's sad, depressing and horrible, but for now he is content. Electricpaw is always the first to help and the last to fight, he says he has fought enough in his short life to last several life times. And that' probably true, but... He is very good with others, he is trustworthy and talks a lot. But, he doesn't do it just to hear the sound of his own voice, everything he says is helpful and informative. This noble tom is a life saver and a great cat to talk to. he always has great stories to tell and he is very imaginative. But, his past does haunt him. He tries to play through the pain, but sometimes he just needs to let it out. And his hard past is the reason he tries not to emote. The rouges played rough and if you were to complain or whine, you'd be killed. That's still drilled in to his mind, but sometimes he does shed a single tear, but very rarely. He trained as a medicine cat apprentice, and then became an amazing medicine cat, until one day things changed. He was talking to his great friend Cloudclimber, a former deputy of SpringClan and he found out a secret that broke his whole world. Turns out when his father left, he took one of his siblings. His best friend was actually his brother. He had found someone he would talk to about his horrid life. Electricpersonality told his tale of hatred and pain, and something stirred within him. He realized his being a MC had affected his thoughts. He was so into helping people and recalling his past expericences with startling precision that he had become wrapped in his past. He needed to break free. He stepped down as Medicine Cat and became a brilliant warrior, following the code down to the punctuation. Electricpersonality's valiance, nobility and wisdom made him a respected fighter, with interesting tactics and impeccable stalking tactics. His prowess and vigilance were greatly recognized, and he rose to a high position once more. Because of his past, he is sympathetic and quick-thinking; making him a natural leader. Everyone respects his word and he handles his jobs and the stress well. When his time comes, he would make a great leader and Electricpersonality would surely lead SpringClan to the top. Mate: Kits: Current Apprentice(s): Past Apprentice(s):

Rped By ElectricWalrus.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, this one of a kind tom is always happy and ready to go. His large paws and muscular build means he would make an excellent warrior, but this cat has other things on his mind. He has been gifted with an exceptional memory, he can recall every herb, every tip and every trick. Seems awesome right? I mean with these powers you'd be the best cat ever, always helping others and knowing what to do! Well, you'd be very, very wrong. Because he can remember everything, it means he remembers every lost soul, every dying cat that was too far away for him to help them, every dying mother, all the blood, all the pain. But, he gets through it eventually. I mean, he's no heartless tom, he just learns how to deal with it better than most. You see, he is very masculine, and he thinks that if he shows fear, or if he cries that it makes him weak, so he just lets it out other ways, by training to fight or by going for a run. His electric blue eyes are the first thing everyone notices, bright orbs of colour, alive with hidden emotions and a mysterious aura. His snow white fur makes them stand out even more, I know most white cats with blue eyes are deaf, right? Well, not this one. He has keen hearing, brilliant eyesight and an acute sense of smell and direction. Although he is very handsome, his past as a healer means he doesn't think he should have a mate. He is very loyal and conservative, he gets embarrassed easily and tends to keep to himself. He is a very funny, charming fellow and he is respected and enjoyed throughout the Clan. But, it wasn't all blue skies and rainbows for this cat, he has had quite the journey. When he was born, he didn't have the best of starts. His mother gave birth to seven kits, with in two weeks, all except him had passed away. His mother was understandably grief-stricken and depressed. His father left, no one knows where to, but it's good he left while he did. Lucky for Electric, he was born into a small barn, full of mice and two other older she-cats who cared for him and his mother, but one day, when he was about two moons old, the barn had lit on fire. No one had heard it, no one had smelled it until it was too late. Only Electric survived. He was absolutely devastated and in utter shock. He didn't know where to go, he had only left the barn one time before, but that was with one of the older cats. Now he was all alone, no where to go, nothing to eat, no where to sleep. He soon figured out how to hunt, but mostly he scavenged, eating two-leg leftovers and even breaking down to the point where he would sleep in two-leg nests for a day or two so he could eat. He hated those nests, the two-legs were so loud, they gave him head aches. But, after he was stuffed he left, wandering and grazing. He grew older, and by now he was three moons old. He still had horrible nightmares, every time he blinked he saw his mother sitting there, not helping him. She just stared at him, her hazel eyes dull and full of anger. She never liked Electric, she blamed him for his brothers and sisters dying. The older cats were the ones who helped him get out, and once he escaped he tried to get them out to, but they had said that there was no point, that they had been born in that barn and that they were destined to die in that barn. He had never understood that, he probably never will. So, as he got older he learned how to survive, this hard-core kit established a territory, had a regular supply of food and he always kept to himself. Until the rouges came along. Dozens of them. They came pouring in to his town, seemingly out of no where. He tried to hide from them, but his white fur stuck out like a dog at a gathering. They found him, they captured him, they made him work for them. Doing what? Well, this cat had learned a few tip and tricks about healing from here and there and they forced him to work for them, even though he was so young. They practically starved him, they beat him when he would mess up and they robbed him of his kithood. But, one day, he fought back. He and a few other cats organized a rebellion, an attack on the cats so they could escape. Electric was the ring leader, he was the one who came up with the plan, he was the cat to fight to near death so he could escape, and guess what? He won. They over powered the other cats and they were able to walk free. He couldn't bring himself to stay with those evil cats though, even the ones he thought of as aquaintances reminded him of the brutal pain he suffered And then, at five moons old, things got better. He had found a new place, he was living with adult cats who would treat him like one of their own, not like a slave or a burden, but like a traumatized kit who needed nurturing. He was so happy, he thanked StarClan everyday, every minute for this 'family'. He even fell in love. Yes, he did have a huge crush on a beautiful, gentle she-kit called Blossom. If she would have stayed with him, they would have been definite mates, but, things change, as Electric knows. Happiness only lasts for so long. Why? Blossom got very ill, Electric thought he could save her, but he was wrong, nothing could say the dying kit, not even true love. She passed away when he was six moons old. The family was shaken, like any family would be, and they said they had to leave, everything reminded them of peppy little Blossom. Electric saw this coming, though. He knew from prior experience that all good things come to an end, no matter how short lived. But, they did not simply abandon him. They left him with hope, tales of a group of cats, known as SpringClan. He said his goodbyes and set off, not knowing where to go or who he'd find, but he knew one word. SpringClan. Finally, one week after he had said goodbye to his 'family' he was attacked, by a group of burly cats. Of course, this kit six and a half moons old tom was fit, he was tough, he showed his fighting abilities and they were impressed. Little did he know, he had just found his way into SpringClan. He'd never been so happy to be attacked in his whole life and he was so thankful to be in SpringClan, no one knew why. Well, once when he was on patrol with his mentor they were attacked by a rouge, one from Electric's old group. Electric fought with the furiousness of an angry tigress, defending her kits and he killed the rouge, his mentor was badly injured. Badly. Camp was too far away to get help and he was too hurt to move, but Electricpaw's fast thinking and swift paws meant he was able to stop the bleeding and make his mentor stable, he then got help and the Clan was astonished. He from that moment on realized he had a true calling for medicine and trained as a Medicine Cat. And that's his story. It's sad, depressing and horrible, but for now he is content. Electricpaw is always the first to help and the last to fight, he says he has fought enough in his short life to last several life times. And that' probably true, but... He is very good with others, he is trustworthy and talks a lot. But, he doesn't do it just to hear the sound of his own voice, everything he says is helpful and informative. This noble tom is a life saver and a great cat to talk to. he always has great stories to tell and he is very imaginative. But, his past does haunt him. He tries to play through the pain, but sometimes he just needs to let it out. And his hard past is the reason he tries not to emote. The rouges played rough and if you were to complain or whine, you'd be killed. That's still drilled in to his mind, but sometimes he does shed a single tear, but very rarely. He trained as a medicine cat apprentice, and then became an amazing medicine cat, until one day things changed. He was talking to his great friend Cloudclimber, a former deputy of SpringClan and he found out a secret that broke his whole world. Turns out when his father left, he took one of his siblings. His best friend was actually his brother. He had found someone he would talk to about his horrid life. Electricpersonality told his tale of hatred and pain, and something stirred within him. He realized his being a MC had affected his thoughts. He was so into helping people and recalling his past expericences with startling precision that he had become wrapped in his past. He needed to break free. He stepped down as Medicine Cat and became a brilliant warrior, following the code down to the punctuation. Electricpersonality's valiance, nobility and wisdom made him a respected fighter, with interesting tactics and impeccable stalking tactics. His prowess and vigilance were greatly recognized, and he rose to a high position once more. Because of his past, he is sympathetic and quick-thinking; making him a natural leader. Everyone respects his word and he handles his jobs and the stress well. When his time comes, he would make a great leader and Electricpersonality would surely lead SpringClan to the top.
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* Rped by .:Midnightfrost:. The sensation of moving around, going up and down, changing direction and noise. Walls all around but not solid, there were holes but every time she tried to stand up to look out everything would shift and she would topple over landing hard enough after a few times to stay down. Her golden eyes were stretched wide with fear as she started to heard a different noise, a steady roar that was like a 1000 monsters running over her at once. She felt the world shift backwards and then something picked up the box and placed it down roughly, then tumbling, before coming to rest on her back, now on what was the side of the box above her. After a while of resting like that she felt like she was moving then climbing then nothing, all was calm and she finally drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by a loud and annoying noise that made her put her paws over her ears. The she felt like she was falling, down, down, down then all of a sudden a sharp jolt and a loud crash then nothing, she had blacked out. She awoke to find herself in a world of green, nothing like the box she had been in. Trees and flowers everywhere. She turned her head and looked to see the biggest monster she had ever seen, this one had wings and a tail like a bird but it was on fire. Black smoke poured from its belly and she saw a few twolegs laying around and she thought it was funny they weren’t helping the obviously sick and injured monster, in her groggy state of mind she look down at her grey, white, and black fur and found it patched with red. Funny it didn’t ever hurt she thought as she got to her paws before falling back down and trying again this time staying semi-sturdy and she began to trot. She knew that she should remember something, but she couldn’t, she only remembered how she had gotten her here, where ever here was, and that she must get away from here. She ran blindly through the forest, branches tearing though her fur, eyes still watering from the smoke that had bolted through. Suddenly she burst into a clearing and eyes all turned to her, cats of all colors, shapes, and sizes turn their gazes to her is surprise then slowly fur rose and teeth were bared then the world slanted and went black. Little did she know she had just stumbled into her future. Springclan. She had ran right into their camp, burst in like a wild wind and had proceeded to pass out from her injures. She awoke that night in a place she didn’t recognize with a cat she didn’t know looking down at her. She said her name was Duckwaddle and she was Springclan’s medicine cat. She didn’t know what a medicine cat was but she liked the sound of it. Then she asked her who she was and she froze, what was her name, she remembered that she was named after a song bird. Canary, oriole, finch? No those weren’t it she said when Duckwaddle had named them off. She knew she wasn’t from around here so the bird probably wasn’t either. All of a sudden she knew, Warbler, her name had been Warbler. She looked like the little black and grey bird. Her pelt had the same swirls of color as bird did in its feathers, dark light and middle grey. She smiled as she remember the name and Duckwaddle asked her if she planned on staying for a bit. Without hesitating she nodded, saying she wanted her name to be like hers and clan name. and so Warblersong was born from the fire and come out stronger than most cats can claim. But she never lost interest in the medicine cat that had healed her and often spent her time with her and suddenly she disappeared along with her apprentice. So the clan turned to her, she had learned a lot while watching Duckwaddle work. She stepped into the place of medicine cat, her a cat born of flame, saved by spring, and living in the way of the Star.

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The sensation of moving around, going up and down, changing direction and noise. Walls all around but not solid, there were holes but every time she tried to stand up to look out everything would shift and she would topple over landing hard enough after a few times to stay down. Her golden eyes were stretched wide with fear as she started to heard a different noise, a steady roar that was like a 1000 monsters running over her at once. She felt the world shift backwards and then something picked up the box and placed it down roughly, then tumbling, before coming to rest on her back, now on what was the side of the box above her. After a while of resting like that she felt like she was moving then climbing then nothing, all was calm and she finally drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by a loud and annoying noise that made her put her paws over her ears. The she felt like she was falling, down, down, down then all of a sudden a sharp jolt and a loud crash then nothing, she had blacked out. She awoke to find herself in a world of green, nothing like the box she had been in. Trees and flowers everywhere. She turned her head and looked to see the biggest monster she had ever seen, this one had wings and a tail like a bird but it was on fire. Black smoke poured from its belly and she saw a few twolegs laying around and she thought it was funny they weren’t helping the obviously sick and injured monster, in her groggy state of mind she look down at her grey, white, and black fur and found it patched with red. Funny it didn’t ever hurt she thought as she got to her paws before falling back down and trying again this time staying semi-sturdy and she began to trot. She knew that she should remember something, but she couldn’t, she only remembered how she had gotten her here, where ever here was, and that she must get away from here. She ran blindly through the forest, branches tearing though her fur, eyes still watering from the smoke that had bolted through. Suddenly she burst into a clearing and eyes all turned to her, cats of all colors, shapes, and sizes turn their gazes to her is surprise then slowly fur rose and teeth were bared then the world slanted and went black. Little did she know she had just stumbled into her future. Springclan. She had ran right into their camp, burst in like a wild wind and had proceeded to pass out from her injures. She awoke that night in a place she didn’t recognize with a cat she didn’t know looking down at her. She said her name was Duckwaddle and she was Springclan’s medicine cat. She didn’t know what a medicine cat was but she liked the sound of it. Then she asked her who she was and she froze, what was her name, she remembered that she was named after a song bird. Canary, oriole, finch? No those weren’t it she said when Duckwaddle had named them off. She knew she wasn’t from around here so the bird probably wasn’t either. All of a sudden she knew, Warbler, her name had been Warbler. She looked like the little black and grey bird. Her pelt had the same swirls of color as bird did in its feathers, dark light and middle grey. She smiled as she remember the name and Duckwaddle asked her if she planned on staying for a bit. Without hesitating she nodded, saying she wanted her name to be like hers and clan name. and so Warblersong was born from the fire and come out stronger than most cats can claim. But she never lost interest in the medicine cat that had healed her and often spent her time with her and suddenly she disappeared along with her apprentice. So the clan turned to her, she had learned a lot while watching Duckwaddle work. She stepped into the place of medicine cat, her a cat born of flame, saved by spring, and living in the way of the Star.


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We are the Senior Warriors. The most experienced working warriors in the clan. We often are appointed leadership roles while our Leader and Deputies are away. We are the first into battle and the last out. Even though we are older than the other Warriors we are still forces to be reckoned with because we can still hold our own. We have a lot of responsibilities in the Clan and we are often called on to lead patrols and war parties. We are the Senior Warriors and this is our home and we plan to protect it.	L O S T P A N D A A white and black tabby tom with blue eyes and pelt looking like a real panda.This tom has been born to be the greatest jumper/climber noticed around the woods. his siblings are Oakshine and Meteorbless.He always like hanging more in crowded place or in the trees,Lostpanda is more the travelling type around the camp for a conversation to last enough long for him.Since thats what he had to do along his siblings to have a new life in Springclan. Rped by kiki789

We are the Senior Warriors. The most experienced working warriors in the clan. We often are appointed leadership roles while our Leader and Deputies are away. We are the first into battle and the last out. Even though we are older than the other Warriors we are still forces to be reckoned with because we can still hold our own. We have a lot of responsibilities in the Clan and we are often called on to lead patrols and war parties. We are the Senior Warriors and this is our home and we plan to protect it.

L O S T P A N D A
A white and black tabby tom with blue eyes and pelt looking like a real panda.This tom has been born to be the greatest jumper/climber noticed around the woods. his siblings are Oakshine and Meteorbless.He always like hanging more in crowded place or in the trees,Lostpanda is more the travelling type around the camp for a conversation to last enough long for him.Since thats what he had to do along his siblings to have a new life in Springclan. Rped by kiki789

These are Spring Clan's Warriors. They are brave, loyal, and intensly protective of their clan and shouldn't be taken lightly. They are overseen by our Senior Warriors who then report to the Leader and Deputies. They are adapted to fight amongst the tall grasses, waterfalls, and rocks that are in our territory and hunting the diverse amount of prey that range within out territory. They are the body of clan. They help make up its size, protect, and provide food for everyone.

O A K S H i N E
A mainecoon she cat with sweet lemon green eyes.She is a creative and talented female when it come to survive,you should ask her somes tips.She had learned during her expeditions with her last family members.Oakshine show more respect around before herself,but that make brave to risk her own life for all the Clan cats. Rped by kiki789

M E T E O R B L E S S
A white with light orange spotted she cat with lovely hazel eyes.for a reason,she once stayed in shelter by her own,while her siblings were looking for her.Meteorbless at that time was covered up against her scent to never let them found her,but one day they actually did and she forgived them.This she cat unlike Oakshine,she is more along with justice and an open-minded one.The only thing that she would represent more in this Clan is either become the leader or just a pretty queen.For Meteorbless right now a warrior is enough,but she want acquire somes change and see how Leader and Queens life are.She would probably like a mate sharing the same personality like her,but toms with those treats rarely have it. Rped by kiki789

S i L V E R C H A O S
Despite is frightful bloody red eyes,his pure white pelt makes him a sweet and generous male,but still dont say he shall'nt be fighting for his life.He knows very well is fate and duties,protection is always standing trought mind and for others in need of true help in the Clan of course.Asking him how this such eyes colors got born with him,isnt the most impressive thing to speak about near him,his ears and nose are practically made for the hunter skill Silverchaos carry.In night time he sometimes join himself with his little sister Duskpaw and wonder if Weaselmind is getting pretty welcomed or fine bkac there in Earthclan. RPed by kiki789

*H O R i Z O N S P i R i T
Silent, Deadly, Passionate. Black hooded feline with black stripes racing down her back and running up her tail. the rest of her pelt is a doe brown with white socks and speckled under belly. Her eyes are a deep hazel which seem to hold never ending emotion and darken into a tinted red when she is angery or bloodthirsty. A grey paw shaped birthmark is printed on her left cheek. Her body is slim but she is not small. Emotions run deep within her and she isn't afraid to show her feelings. She will only speak when she has to but you can tell by her expression to what she is thinking. She loves the clan and will gratefully die for it though she is willing to lead it into battle beside her leader. In battle she is quick and clever - always playing a game. She will tease her enamy and weaken them slowly, not letting them leave the battle until she has finished playing with them. If a Clan member dies in battle, she doesn't forgive quickly and makes sure she gets her revenge. She is skillful. always one step ahead. RPed by Cobwebpaw.

S T O R M H E A R T
Out of the darkness comes a cat, and out of this cat comes a never-ending wave of emotions... This is Stormheart, the vivacious gray tom with those gentle blue eyes so full of understanding. Stormheart was born into SprinClan from his long deceased parents, Rainleaf and Silverdapple. His siblings, Gemkit and Dewkit, passed away when they were younger, and Stormheart misses them dearly. This tom isn't the kind to stay quiet all the time, as he has a story to tell. A story of his life... Stormheart never knew what it felt like to lose someone you truly loved as a life companion until some time after he lost his littermates and his parents. He had always thought that was the worst feeling in the world, to see your kin perish before your eyes. But what he did not expect was the anguish that comes with losing the love of his life. Her name was Hazeltail, once one of the most beautiful she-cats in SpringClan. Stormheart and Hazeltail spent every moment of their lives together. Whether it was hunting or fighting alongside one another in battle, the two were inseperable. It seemed to most that these two cats' destinies were intertwined from the beginning. That is, until the accident. Stormheart remembers it well. They had been hunting near the edge of their territory when they were ambushed by three rogue cats. They were bigger than any cat Stormheart had ever seen, and they were just as fierce as their size. Not much intelligence, though, as Stormheart would say. Anyways, they launched an attack without hesitation nor mercy. Stormheart had been desperately trying to hold off two and try to get to Hazeltail, but the bigger of the rogues reached her first and they wrestled on the ground, spitting furiously. It was over in a matter of seconds, and Hazeltail's body was surrounded by a pool of blood. Stormheart was devistated beyond measure. For moons afterwards, he was in a daze, not really up-to-date with his warrior duties. It took a while for him to recover, and when he did, Stormheart made a promise to himself and Hazeltail, that he would never let a rogue cat or any other cat for that matter, get the best of one of his clanmates. And to this day, no rogue never has, not while Stormheart was around. No one is sure how he managed to escape the rogues, but moons later a patrol reported three dead foriegn cats on their territories, their descriptions being large in size with looks of terror and anger on their faces. While Stormheart may have a revengeful spirit, most of the time he is an easygoing intellectual tom who is always there for his clanmates with a generous heart. Rped by Naturecat

F i R E B L A D E
Ferocious. Skillful. Brave. And let's not forget handsome and irresistable. This vivacious tom really knows how to strut his stuff. With his golden tabby coat and deep green eyes, he's pretty hard to miss. Usually when one gets to know a cat for the first time, they remember them by a trait or characteristic that really stood out about the cat. In this case, it's Fireblade's fighting skills. To this day, no one knows if Fireblade ever lost a battle. Fireblade specializes in one-on-one combat, but has been seen taking on at the most three cats at one time before becoming overpowered. His loyalty to SpringClan is so great, it overwhelms him. Often one can find him in the forests, doing solo patrols and anticipating the battle that comes with a tresspasser. Most of the time Fireblade finds time to converse with his clanmates, and especially finds time for the ladies. He's never had a mate, though, and enjoys the attention he gets from some of the she-cats. He has that young orange tabby face and big eyes that most cats cannot resist. This sound like someone to you? Well, that's Fireblade. Now to look at his hunting habits. When Fireblade hunts, it tends to mostly be mice, and can sometimes be found carring six mice back to camp after a day's hunt. Not much, but it's something to be proud of. Fireblade's ambition is to be resected and admired by his fellow clanmates. He looks up to his leaders and hopes that one day the cats of SprinClan will do the same for him. Rped by Naturecat

*P L E A S A N T i N T E N S i T Y
The sky cries. Teardrops catching in smooth strawberry-roan tabby fur. Light oak coloured eyes watch as the raindrops fall down onto mother nature, cleansing the world. A small feline steps out from under a shelter of trees, her sodden fur sticking to her skinny frame. The expression on her face is a mirror of her name. She has a pleasant smile which if you look at closely you can see the intensity of her emotions. You can read Pleasantintensity's feelings as through she is an open book. She is usually high spirited with a 'half-full-cup' look on life and always sees the bright side of a situation. You can take everything she has, break everything she is and she'll forgive you for it. But she isn't stupid. If it's her you're hurting then fine but if it's someone else? Pleasantintensity will rise form the ground, you won't be able to tear her down, she'll make sure you shatter like glass and shred like paper. She is patient, kind, optimistic, loyal, gullible even but she is powerful and she is a strong warrior. Since a kit she has always looked forward to the future, knowing her life is going to be great and everything will turn out for the better. And so far it's turned out pretty good. She was clan born and wouldn't want to live in any other clan than Springclan. She accepts loners and kitty-pets, though other members detest them. The young feline loves rainy days. Puddles to splash in, the air fresh and clean; pure. Just like her soul. Role played by Cobwebpaw

S O L A R L i G H T
A golden-brown tabby she-cat with twinkling green eyes that glitter like emeralds in the sunlight. She is a very interesting cat with a questionable personality-- she seems distant most of the time and makes random comments, but if you speak loudly and clearly right to her, she will usually respond. In battle, weirdly enough, she is very aware and sensitive to her surroundings, and while she has trouble with fighting techniques, she can pinpoint any sound and dodge pretty much any attack naturally-- on instinct. She is kind of mentally challenged, you could say, but she's got a head full of opinions, explanations, and concepts that revolve around the mystery of life. She is likable and comments on random things. She may be unusual, but she rarely utters an unkind word, and if she does, it is usually true and not biased or unfair. Her emotions have trouble bubbling to the surface, but she is very devoted to her clan in that distant, far-off reality she lives in and holds dear to her. Who knows what happened to cause her to be in this state of mind? Rped by Ñ”υρhσÑÂια

D E V i L S P i R i T
He looks evil, with that black hair and red eyes. They call him the secluded devil, the one who stands by himself. The one who is secluded, rarely speaking, always there, always, always watching. But these assumptions are all wrong. Sometimes he's arrogant or snappy, but underneath, he's soft and caring, just no one gives him the chance to show it. He's protective, loving, and yearning like every other cat, but presumptions keep others away from him, and he makes no effort to make contact by himself. He was born and raised in Springclan, but always stood out, in every way. he's good at slinking and weasling out of trouble, and knows when's it's time to escape. Overall, he's one seriously misunderstood tom who just wants peace of mind knowing his clanmates believe in him. Rp'd by ρÐ½σÑ”Ð¸íχ

D U S K S H i N E
A dusty deep grey she cat with smokey silver eyes that twinkle dreamily in the day.She isnt the kind of cat to really sleep in night time from her name and envy of staying outside along with the moonlight glowing on river water source.Little sister of Silverchaos,Duskkit's brother and Weaselmind her sister,this apprentice is just so relieved that her brother stayed in Springclan.She seem to be hating bullies that are nearly standing in her brother way or asking him questions on and on.RPed by kiki78

W O L F S P i R i T
To describe this tom would take to many words, he is truthfully a jack of all trades. A few words to describe him would be: loyal, brave, smart, funny, kind, tricky, caring, and blah blah blah you get the point. This cat is a large muscular built tom with a long fluffy coat of brown and white with black splashes here and there. His eyes are hazel with an amber tint around the edges. Wolfspirit is the complete opposite of ordinary. Before he joined the clans he actually spent time with a two-leg who studied wolves. After months of being around them he learned how to speak their language, he's a little rusty now but he remembers most of it. He was often fascinated with the wolves way of life, they were in ways a lot like clan cats and in other ways completely different. He watched them from afar but knew he was not welcome among them. He left his two-leg after he learned of the clans and wished to learn their ways He was trained as an apprentice and earned his warrior name. Now he serves loyally under SpringClan. With a content view on his life he has no wants or desires to be anything but a warrior, but he wouldn't mind being a dad. He is often trying to see the good in everyone even if everyone else thinks there is nothing there, he does not give up on anyone easily. His parents were out of the picture by the time he was 6 moons old but he got a long fine on his own. He has a sister named Robin who is a loner, he dreams about her sometimes but his memory of her is vague. He never grows tired of clan life and wants to live it until the very end of his days. Rped by FallenRedemption

B L U E H E A R T
Blueheart is a spirited she cat. She is grey with a touch of blue. She has sparkling blue eyes. She has no brothers or sisters. Her family was attacked by foxes when she was young. She was found by wolves and rasied by them. She would do anything for her clan. She is a great hunter and fighter. RP~ by jaymist

J A Y F O O T
Jayfoot is a clam, kind tom. He is grey and has a blue jay feather birthmark on his foot. That is how he earn his warrior name. He has no siblings. His parnets fought all the time and took their anger out on him. He ran away to the Springclan for safety. He wants to become leader and is willing to wait. He is an awesome hunter and fighter. In battle he is hard to find and very light on his feet. He hs never lost a fight. His eyes are fire when he is mad and pools of water when calm. He is mostly invisible in the night. RPed by jaymist

P H O E N i X
With a pelt as black as coal, Phoenix can blend into the shadows seamlessly and effortlessly, his red eyes caused by a birth defect glitter with the fires of combat. He remembers nothing of his life before one year of age, and knows things that a cat his age wouldn't normally know. When asked how he knows these things his reply is always "I have no idea." Normally fun-loving and carefree, he can sometimes switch to a completely different personality that is cold and calculating. Always eager to jump into a fight with a smile upon his face, he fights both fairly and honorably, and never attacks kits or she-cats, unless in combat. Loyal to a fault, Phoenix will obey any order given to him, without question. Rped by Deatheye

F L i G H T F E A T H E R
One moment you're minding your own buisness, then the next, a ball of fluff is seen rolling past you. One sigh is all it takes. This is no other cat but Flightkit, the adventerous and overenthusiastic she-cat who warms the hearts of every SpringClan cat she meets. She is never seen without a smile on her face, even in the darkest of days. Flightkit's sorrowful side shows when there is a loss of a loved one in the clan. Then her emotions are poured out through tears and suffering. Flightkit never wavers in battle and almost never runs out of energy, a peculiar trait of her. She has the mentality of a kit when confronted with an exciting or curious activity or thing. Flightkit has a soft spot for kits and wants a litter of her own when the time comes. Her perfect image of her companion is a dark and handsome tom who will always be there for her. Flightkit's love for SpringClan never wavers, and she is often found strolling the territory in the early hours, enjoying the scenery or taking a drink from a nearby creek or stream. Flightkit makes friends easily and is always there with a compassinate heart if anyone needs someone to talk to. Her intellectual side allows her to make concise judgements and good decisions about life. Her mother and father passed away when she was younger, and Flightkit learned to accept that life goes on. She anticipates the day when she gets to meet her parents again in StarClan. Flightkit has a brother named Lightningkit who is still debating on whether or not to join SpringClan. Rped by Naturecat

L i G H T N i N G S T R i K E
A flash of light, then nothing. Darkness creeps over you, and the urge to run is strong. Fear overwhlems you, surrounds you, tortures you, waiting for you to give in. Waiting. Just waiting. But there's always that one individual who stands up and fights against the evils of the dark, thrashing and clawing their way admist the chaos, waiting for the flash of light to appear once more, to let them know that they are not alone. My friends, meet Lightingkit. This vivacious tom battles through his hardships like a warrior should. Underneath black cloat and bright yellow eyes is a hard-muscled tom with a spirit that shines like a flash of lightning. He sees through the darkest of secrets, the blackest lies, and the most cruel taunts that are thrown in his direction. So far, one thing should be flashing in your mind: this is no tom to mess with. And rightly so. Lightningkit's parents died when he was young, throwing him into the shadows day after day, night after night, breath after breath. His intuition was to fall down and die, and perhaps find his parents again in some other world. But one cat held Lightningkit back from doing so: his beloved sister, Flightkit. If it weren't for his dedication and will to keep his only remaining kin alive, Lightningkit doesn't think he would have made it through life. But he did. And his soul grows stronger every day. There came a time when Flightkit left him to join a clan called SpringClan. Lightningkit was never comfortable around other cats since the death of his mother, and he felt negativity towards the clan. But once again, his loyalty and promises to Flightkit won over his heart, and at last Lightningkit faced his greatest fears. SpringClan later became the best thing that ever happened to Lightningkit. He felt a sense of unity that could not be experienced alone. Not only does he now feel loyalty to Flightkit, but he feels loyalty to SpringClan itself. Lightningkit knows he would give his life and soul to any clanmate in need, especially to Flightkit. Lightningkit also discovered another secret that also holds his catlike curiousities: StarClan. He can often be found gazing up into the dark night sky, observing the stars and wondering if his parents ever made it to StarClan or if their souls wander forever on the moors where they were slain. Rp by Naturecat

*B E R M U D A T W i S T
Exotic. That's the first word that pops into your mind. Her fur is a soft peach colour, with bright orange flecks that sprinkle it just right. Bermudatwist has two shimmering amber eyes, that gleam like the sun's rays when looked upon. She has a charming accent, that is slightly different, as you would expect from such a exotic cat. She has a good sense of humor, always trying to crack a joke here and there. She loves kits, and enjoys playing with them. She can get slightly hyper, having a bubbly, peachy attitude. Love for her is like a puzzle, she can never seem to find the right peice, but that doesn't mean that won't ever change. Rped by .:FantasyRose:.

P R i M R O S E
A slender, yet beautiful she-cat with a creamy white pelt and bold blue eyes. Through her life's experiences, she has been forced to grow up faster than many other cats, but she has lived through it. When she was young, her father died in battle, and not long after, her sister got kidnapped, and wasn't to be seen again. Her mother hardly supports her. She finds that the incidents have hurt her to the point of self-denial. Nevertheless, Primrose holds strong. She often relies on the support of her clanmates, which she is very grateful to have. She loves the outdoors, and especially loves hunting, as her sister always did. She is willing to take a risk for the better of the clan, even if it could mean the end of her own life. She has a bright personality, and is very smart. She tends to be shy at times, yet loves to have fun and enjoy life. She lives in constant hope that someday her sister will return, although she doubts that will happen. Rped by Silver.*.Angel

S W i F T L E G
Swiftleg is a kind but clumsey she-cat who is expecting kits, she dosn't know who the father is.....or so everybody thinks. she has light blue shinning eyes and white fur with a blond face, ears, whiskers and tail. she likes to help out in the nursery so she can get familiar with it for when she has her kits in a moon's time. she is known to be quite funny and makes even the grumpiest cats tweek a smile. she is good at patrolling because she has good hearing so she will definatly hear you if you snap a twig whilst creeping into the camp. She also sometimes helps out the medicine cat if there has been a serious fight because, even though she can never remember what to use, when she gets the right herbs she needs to use she is a pro at healing.R'ped by Stelzibelz

B L O S S O M i N G H O N E S T Y
Drake was a loner who fell in love with foolish swiftleg. She now has kits but didnt tell him so when one day he saved them from a falcon and found out who their mother was it was a bit of a shock. In this discovery he realised that he would do anything for her and descided to join the clan. He walked back with the kits and announced he wanted to become a warrior. After some time and thought they acceoted him and he fou.d himself named blossominghonesty. He has sleek shiny grey fur over his muscely tall build, he has green eyes and little tufts off fur at the end of his ears like a lynx. He likes to play with his kits as they addore him after finding he was their dad, grooming swiftlegs pelt or helping out in clan because though he is now a warrior he still wants to proove hes worthy. His green gaze can make you shiver but his heart is big enough for anyone to fit in. Rped by stelzibelz

L A K E S H i N E
Lakeshine is a tall, slim she-cat with pretty, dark blue eyes. She's got long legs that able her to run fast and be a fantastic hunter... ....when she's not tripping over her own paws, (like most of the time) that is. Even though Lakeshine's a clutz, she doesn't let it get to her because of her great sense of humor and a laugh that can light up a room. But, behind this bright, no-worries smile, she's rather sensitive an can be quite moody. Although she is very careful to not show these emotions, or express them to others... However, this can sometimes be a bad thing... On top of all this, Lakeshine's good looks make her quite admirable to toms - with her sleek, silver coat, and soft, grey, speckled tabby markings, most say shes irresistible. RP by: emoxify

W O L F H E A R T
Wolfheart is a vey handsome cat. Any she-cat would be lucky to be his mate, he is very fun-loving caring and a little over protective. He is an enormous brown tom with blue eyes. He isn't shy at all, he is very outgoing and loves to be around other cats. He is looking for a mate and wants kits. Roleplayed by: catlvr32

S M O K E S H A D E
Being in the shade of smoke may be a shame, but not for this tom! This is Smokeshade. Although it sounds crazy, the smokey grey tabby tom is proud of his name. Calm and sweet is how to describe him. He has black stripes which blend nicely with his fur.His eyes are a soft amber color, like honey but darker. He has a black under belly and paws and a great attitude. He isn't a big fan of drama, but he is readily listening in for any news. Smokeshade is caring, but sometimes a little feisty. He is a joker, but would never intentionally hurt or play with someone's emotions. He is quite caring, and looks up to StarClan for any advice on what to do in his life. His pelt smells of earth and flowers, where he usually hangs around in his free time when he isn't hunting. Smokeshade is wise beyond his own knowing. His brain is filled with many things he has learned in his life. His memory is exceptional and he remembers many of the cats he's met before. When he was born, he and the rest of his siblings had an encounter with a StarClan cat and he has ever since then, he had loved the clan of stars and would never turn to Dark Forest for anything. He despises them greatly, but also feels a little sorry for them. When he was younger, he would be with his two sisters and take care of them protectively. They concealed themselves from any other cats in fear that they may be killed. After a long time sickness brought her two sisters down and they died peacefully in their sleep. Smokeshade couldn't forgive himself, but he had made a promise to his sisters before they died. He would go to a clan and live there until he died. So, he kept his promise and came to SpringClan as a warrior. Smokeshade has a very soft heart and can be hurt emotionally easily, but his body is lithe and strong, paining him physically is a task. Also, the element of surprise is out of the question. He is very watchful and cautious, making him know his surroundings. He has excellent hearing, but his scenting isn't top-notch. This is because he inhaled a bunch of smoke after nearly being killed in a fire. That is partly where he got his name. His eye sight is also in great condition. Smokeshade is cheerful a lot, but can be serious half of the time. He takes others for who they are, not just their crimes and deeds. He cares for others with a kind heart, bringing joy to some, annoyance to others. If you let him, he can get under your skin a bit, like a flea. He won't try to hurt you, though. He just wants to play around, so why not join him...? RPed by Ghostwhisper103

W H i T E F O O T
A brown tabby with a white paw, a tom. He is very friendly but do not try to take over his kindness. He is a lithe tabby with running strength. He is a mateless tom with blue eyes. He was a loner who was having strange dreams of the forest. So he decided to join springclan. Rped by: kaledrake

S H O C K F L A R E
Shockflare is a small she-cat, with large, round green eyes. Her brown, cream and white calico fur sticks out in all directions, and no matter how hard she tries it always stays that way. Shockflare is amazingly cute rather than out and out beautiful, and has a nice, long, puffy tail. She has tabby markings where the cream parts of her pelt falls. Her dark green eyes always have a hint of rebel in them, due to her attitude. She keeps her fur well groomed in the hopes one day it will lie flat, and be sleek and shiny like her clanmates. Despite how small she is, Shockflare can keep up with even the fastest runners in SpringClan, and jumps quite high. Shockflare is... different? She is very anti social due to her kittypet roots marring how others think of her. She would rather go hunting alone than hunt in patrols, but sadly never gets the chance. Like her peers, though she is proud and vain. But not of herself, no. Shockflare hates herself, and doesn't really think she's worth any notice from anyone. She would never go back to kittypet life, no. The little warrior favors adventure and often gets others into trouble due to her rebel attitude. She loves kits, but reprimands herself, reminding her heart nobody could ever love such an ugly freak like her. Shockflare is an actress, thouh, and always puts on a facade of happiness and contendedness. So, really, nobody knows exactly how she feels at any given time. Young Shockflare is a mystery yet to be unraveled. Rp'd by Feminine-Swag

O T T E R S O U L
Timid and shy is what you get with this she-cat. She's a brown and cream color, with light brown eyes that are filled with an innocence that only few ever have. Her words are always spoken softly, and no one has ever heard her shout. Her words sooth others when they need it. She doesn't like fighting, or violence for that matter. Ottersoul is kind and some say adorable. She loves to help out anyway she can, even if that means doing the work that no one wants to. Complaining isn't her thing, and it'll be the last thing you'll ever hear from her (apart from shouting). She cares for every life she sees, and even if different clan blood runs through their veins, she'd still help any cat who asked her for aid. Cats tend to take advantage of her, but she doesn't really mind it. It's not in her nature to stick up for herself or say any of her thoughts. Ottersoul is peaceful and loving to everyone she meets. A sort of secret she has is that she loves the water, and few of her clanmates know of her times when she sneaks out just to go for a swim. She's afraid that if they knew, they'd make fun of her for it because Springclan cats don't usually swim at all.
Rp'd by :Owlfeather:

D A W N H E A R T
A white she-cat with clear blue eyes. Is very hyper and headstrong, she loves having friends.She has a bad habit of sucking her paw, even now as a warrior. Don't try to stop her though, cause she'll get embarassed and attack you. She has a big heart, and is very emotional, especially when its something sad, and is her fault. Even though she may seem childish, don't underestimate her, she may be smaller than most, but will never back down, or give up. Loves StarClan and will fight for her clan until her dying breath. Loves her daughter Coldkit, and is very protective of her.
Family: Coldkit

L O T U S F L O W E R
Proud, thoughtful, compassionate, unwavering loyal, tough, shortempered, joker, brave and beautiful. Wrap all those traits into a she-cat with big green eyes grey and white tabby fur and you end up with Lotusflower. Her loyalty and sense of judgement to do whats right over rules any shred of doubt she feels against her clan. She deeply cares for every cat in her clan and fights to protect them proudly. She has a tendancy to be short tempered with cats that simply just act blind to what they have. She develops deep trust in every single one of her clanmates and is heartbroken if they betray her. She takes betrayal personally and won't let a She loves to joke with her closet friends and when she is with her friends she transforms into this fun loving, caring and funny cat. She wants to protect her clan and hopes to live up to fill the goals she has set for herself. Rped by Instantangel

R i V E R C L A W
A blue-grey tom with white paws. His eyes mirror the color of green leaves. His body is fairly slender with powerful shoulders to match. He relies mostly on speed and reflexes, often bring down his stregnth. His heart contains kindness for every cat who he believs deserves it. He dreads when other cats are completely bossy when turns him quite hostile. At night, he runs through the forest to train his reflexes. He also goes to the training hollow to practice his own battle moves. Never would he refuse to defend his clan. RP'd by supersonic856

*T H Y M E T A i L
A small smoke grey she-cat with beautiful light baby blue eyes, her paws and ears are large for her small body. Despite being small she has an attitude to make up for that. She's not shy and will speak her mind, she is also the one ca you would not like to meet in a battle for hidden in her large paws are razer blades for claws. Her bite is worse than her meow because she has a honey like voice that will stop you in your tracts. Her mother told that she would grow up to be a great clan cat if she mdae it that far. Thymetail hopes to become one of the greatest warriors ever in the clan. Rped by Tanglecloud

B L O O D S L A S H
A young she-cat with sleek dark ginger fur and sparkling amber eyes. Ever since she was a kit, Bloodslash has struggled between good and evil. She grew up as a rogue, and found pleasure in hurting cats who intruded on her territory. Now that she's living in a clan, she finds it difficult to control herself. If you look closely, her claws have a redish tint to them, a constant reminder of the cats and animals she has hurt. Bloodslash may seem harsh and cruel, but once you get to know her, she can be kind and considerate. She is a great fighter, and is also a good hunter. She enjoys hunting at night, and prefers darkness to daylight. She would love to have a mate, but believes that no one will want her because of her past. Only a very special tom will be able to capture Bloodslash's heart. Rped by Bloodclaw15

*B L A Z E S T A L K E R
At first he's like a drop of sweet honey, his flavor something all she-cats crave. In the end you find out he's really a dose of poison, killing you slowly with his love. A heartbreaker, flirt, player. If love was a flower, he was an arid desert where it shrivled and died. It takes only one look to catch your heart and another to claw it to pieces. What's the reason? There is none. It's all a game to him, a mere passer of time. Arrogance runs through his veins and he has an ego so big there is no room for a heart. Pride burns like a fire inside him, so strong that it seemed to stain his pelt with its orange flames. The brilliance of his pelt is impossible to describe, as is the charm of his eyes. A ringlet of green just around the pupil, then a dramatic change to a bright, pale yellow. Those eyes are his greatest weapon but also his biggest weakness. If he's not careful, his true intentions leak through. It takes a trained eye to see this and also someone who knows him well. The only one who fits the requirements is his sister, Sunpetal. With her perceptive intelligence and her irritating ability to guess exactly what he is thinking, she alone holds the key to his locked heart. Blazestalker loves her like no other, but grows easily annoyed with the way she scolds him regularily for play with love. There is no innocence to the things he does. He knows he's handsome, the way he makes she-cat's swoon. Justifying his actions would be futile, for there is nothing right or harmless about his games. For him to see this, though, there would need to be a very special she-cat who likes to play just as much as he. Rped by Cicleywhisker

*S U N P E T A L
She's a ray of golden sunlight, blessing the world with light, warmth, and life with a single smile. She looks as if created from the sun itself, ever fiber of her being a single strand of a radiant flame plucked from the surface. In result, she took the sun's place as the brightest star in the galaxy. Her name is known widely throughout the clan. Pelt kissed by flames and eyes painted by a drop of sunshine, her appearance is beyond all praise. Sunpetal looks upon the world with a perceptive mind and gathers little tidbits of information from the slightest twitch of the whisker. She can read a face as if it were a florescent sign. No emotion or secret can be hidden from her view and any attempts to lie to her would be futile. She can identify deception from a mile away. Acting as an authority figure, she never hesitates to lay down the law but there is also a softer side of her. The side that everyone enjoys to have around. It doesn't matter who it may be, Sunpetal has a way of making others like her. It has nothing to do with what she does or says, it's just an instant connection, like the moment she's right infront of someone they become best friends. Quite a spectacle, it is, watching her enter a new group and intermingle with everyone as if she knew them for her whole life. This unique quality is what keeps her in touch with her flirtatious brother, Blazestalker. It vexes her, the way he plays with she-cats, hearts like a meager piece of prey. On the other hand, she knows that she vexes him with the ways she knows his every thought. When she exposes her little ability, it usually does get on a cat's nerves, so she doesn't usually spill. A curse and gift. Sometimes the truth hurts more than being lied to. Rped by Cicleywhisker

PETALFUR
White female with misty grey paws, and light brush-strokes of cloud grey through her fur. Her eyes are of the palest blue, but do no think her blind for them. She is swift and quiet, virtually unheard, nor seen, when she makes her way though the woods. She is nimble and a well practiced swimmer from her journies alongside her littermate, Gale. He brought her serenity over the years keeping her safe while she hunted for their meals. She enjoyed their travels but hopes for the company of new cats and new friends who share her hunting talents. She has seen her share of suitable males over the years, never a one catching her eye. All seeking forward motion, never wishing to stop time and enjoy the present. She wonders if in a clan she would find this type of male, for in a clan you do not seek constant refuge; you know you have a place you are safe. But for now she wishes to fit in and make herself well-known. Show her bravery and willingness to take he prize. Her ambition shows in her daily action, as she makes her way through life a steady pace. Calm and leavel headed she sees what is to come from the turmoil and knows that the light shines beyond every tunnel. RP'ed by longc55

*SHARDHEART
Dark brown tom with glowing amber eyes. He can do very well at keeping his emotions locked up, and other times he's not very good. He hates sitting down quietly when really he just wants to jump around and play. He would do almost anything for his sibling without questioning them, and sometimes it's gets him into trouble, not them. He's actually very smart, he learns quickly, and likes to watch the older apprentices learn how to fight and hunt by their mentors when their in camp. He can be very ambitious and his eyes would flicker if he's angry or is thinking up something for revenge. He has a dark side which sometimes takes hold of the good he actually has in him. But, in all he just wants to be a good warrior.
Rp'd By Heathersong981

*FOXFLAME
A large tom with flashing blue eyes. His pelt is a bright ginger color and his paws are pure white. Foxkit may be large but he also has a kind heart inside he is playful with his siblings and feels like he needs to be there for them. But, he does have a rough side, and sometimes he hurts others without knowing it. He is really close to his brothers mainly because he can tell them anything. He's always had hopes and dreams of becoming a strong warrior in his clan and he thinks that hopefully one day he will. He loves his mother and father to death, and would die for any of his clanmates any day.
Rp'd By Heathersong981

*O L E A N D E R Y E W
OleanderYew is a deep Orange she-cat with light green eyes. She is a protective Queen that loves her kits to death. She had other kits but they died at birth. She loves the sun and the flowers of the fields in Spring clan. She is gentle when calm but she is hot headed like her son. She can hold grudges for a while until she sees that the grudge is pointless. She will apologize afterwards for her silliness. RPed by: WindSpirit555

*D i V i N E S O U L
A heart silenced by petty judgements. A spirit broken by cruel words. That is what Divinesoul is not. Her heart cannot be silenced, her spirit cannot be broken. No matter what is done to push her down she always come back up. The she-cat's beauty is as pure as the first snow that has yet to be soiled by the frozen earth below. She wears a pelt woven from ribbons of moonlight and laced with streams of white. Her vibrant blue eyes are dappled with starlight, the force of her rebelious heart blazing through. Her provocative smile enchants anyone who gazes upon it and earges thoughts of tranquility. Of course that's just the cover. Just below the surface lurks the devil, waiting to strike when the moment comes. Its always there, you just don't see it until it's too late. No one suspects, no one questions. Why should they when she gives them no reason to? They see her as the sweet little angel she portrays herself as and it's bought. Though her mother, Serenewhisper, knows the truth. As a kit, Divinesoul spoke constantly of running away, of seeing the whole world instead of just the little piece she's confined to. At first her mother dismissed it, but then as she grew older it became a problem. Serenewhisper was worried of course, yet annoyance was the main emotion. She though her daughter was being stupid and that she needed to get her head out of the clouds. This made Divinesoul angry, and they've had a rivalry ever since. Serenewhisper hides it in camp, Divinesoul doesn't hide any of it. The despise she feels for her mother isn't a secret she wants to keep, though the reason she does. Divinesoul is obviously restless in camp and she spends most of her time away, on her own, walking the territory. When she is in camp, she'll be daydreaming in the shade, images of far away places flashing through her mind. She is a loner for the most part, but in a group she is a leader, never less. She hates following and would rather be on her own than doing as others told her. Authority is a foreign term to her. She does as she pleases and sometimes it's just better to leave it at that. It's not like you can win an arguement with her. If there is something she thinks it just the least bit wrong, she starts a full on protest. She feels strongly of her opinions, they mean something to her and the moment they're crossed she will let you know. Most look at her as a quiet, innocent, timid little she-cat because of her appearance but the moment she opens her mouth that all changes. She suprises many with that spunky attitude of hers. In her mind, everyone has a place and she will keep you in your place at all costs. She also has personal space issues. You get to close and you'll be feeling your mistake a few days later. She doesn't take kindly to flirts and that is another thing she does not keep hidden. She'll do anything possible to keep them away but the moment she bats those lashes they'll come running back. It pretty much goes unsaid that she uses her looks to her advantage. When she needs something she can't get, she gets someone to get it for her. It comes in handy to have a line a mile long of cats willing to bend to your every will. The future for her is almost certain. She isn't suited for clan life and when she feels she's ready, she wants to leave and travel the world, like her father said he was doing. Divinesoul doesn't want a mate or kits to hold her back. This winged spirit needs to fly, and she needs to do it alone. Rped by Cicleywhisker

*T A D P O L E D R E A M
A pitch black tom, flashes of white thrown in just because. Star-colored tail-tip, milk-covered paws, snow-splashed chest. All aspects of Tadpoledream. The tom before you, his bright green eyes friendly like the rest of his Clanmates. His closest friend, a wandering tom named Sanity that stumbled upon SpringClan. Tadpoledream visits his friend often, for even when Sanity was part of SpringClan the tom had remained outside the camp. Tadpoledream, because of his tendency to go outside to speak with Sanity, has grown an unsatisfiable fascination in stars and the night sky. Night surroundings. He can hide very easily during the time ruled by nocturnal creatures short of his opposite-painted splashes on his paws, tail, and chest. But he makes due, his green eyes seeming to know everything. But there is one major fault with the tomcat. As a kit he was attacked by a spiteful rogue, a hater of SpringClan, and his left front paw is held at an awkward angle giving him a faint limp. But he makes due with it and has learned to get around just as easily as his Clanmates. Tadpoledream is one tiny fish in a big pond, and his single greatest fear is to be lost among the crowds of bigger, better others. He just needs friends to help him keep going. RPed by BluestarRocks!

*O S P R E Y M A S K
White with black paws, tail, ears, and mask that covers electric blue eyes make up this sweet tom. He has brod shoulder and long skinny legs. His mother and father left him and his sister Owl alone in the forest. Owl left him after meeting a few roughs and joing up with them. Ospreymask made his way to Springclan where he hopes he can find new friends and be apart of a family agian. He's sweet persanality is charming to most she-cats, but anoying to some toms. He wants to find a mate and have kits one day. Rped by Tanglecloud

M A Y F E A T H E R

A flash of cream fur comes at you like a hawks dives at its prey. Your ready aim, blow, but she's gone; No where to find the lithe, lanky she-cat. *oh well* you think as you get ready to fight...BAM! Your upside down and pain sears into your stomach. Blue-green hazel eyes and cream fur with graceful white paws.Mayfeather is fast and powerful. One look at this beauty and you think *easy, SHe's just another pretty face*.The way Mayfeather fights is different. She observes you and uses your power/strength against you.Mayfeather is a 100% good fighter.The cream she-cat wants a mate and kits one day. RP'ed by Lifeheart45

B R E E Z E C L A W

Nimble gray fur dances around the fores.Lavender eyes sparkle like the river.BREEZECLAW. A well built tom with short fur.Breezeclaw is a fighter; He naturally comes from a fighting family.Whether it's internal or external or face to face.This cat is ready for it. He could beat a patrol of Winterclan cats single pawed. He could take on the biggest dog in the world.If you name it,I bet he CAN beat it. Breezeclaw is a she-cat's dream. He sorta of likes attention,but prefers not to have it or he shines it on everyone else.Breezeclaw may be tough, but would like to have mate and kits to teach and love. RP'ed by Lifeheart45

F R E E D O M K N I G H T
Nobody seems to understand this tom. He's kind, but he's also mean. He's quick, but he's also slow. Strong, yet weak. Smart, yet simple-minded. Freedomknight was born in Nightclan, though he lives in Springclan right now. He was an unwanted kit, though his parents loved him to death. Some might say that they never knew he was living in the clan until he became a warrior. Freedomknight is a dark grey tom with blue eyes. He is rather kind, when it comes to personality, but when he is angry, I suggest you watch your back. The tom is not very affectionate, so it might take time for the tom to find someone to love. Freedomknight doesn't prefer to keep to himself, and he's very insecure. He tries to get help from anybody, anywhere, but in return, he gives out help to all who need it. When it comes to battle skills, this tom seems to be on the better side of the dream-pool. Freedomknight is a generally kind cat, so don't beware him to much, though like I said before, if you make him angry, I suggest you watch your back.
Rp'd by Tempestfrost

R A V E N R I V E R
is a small she-cat. Ravenriver has grayish-blueish fur and bright light blue eyes that shine all the time and looks as if she has stars in her eyes. Ravenriver's ears are very short and her left ear is lighter then her right ear. Ravenriver's front paws are lighter then aswell just like her left ear. Ravenriver's tail is short aswell and the tip of her tail is lighter just like her front paws and her left ear. Ravenriver runs faster then most cat's even though her legs are short, and her paws are small.Ravenriver is a nice cat to everyone in the clan, even when she knows that a cat does not like her she'll be nice to them. Ravenriver's mother died when she gave birth to Ravenriver and her two brothers. Ravenriver never met her father and never knew who he was. Ravenriver's two brothers died the same day her mother died becuse her mother didn't have Ravenriver and her bothers in the caln she had them outside of camp and a fox found them. Ravenriver was taking back to camp with a broken paw. RP'ed by Levudazed

*T H I C K E T B U S H
A mottled brown tom with large expressive amber eyes and radar dish ears. With a short coat and a muscular build he often finds the spurs from thickets all throughout his coat in which he has to pick out. A sensible and intelligent creature Thicketbush was abandoned as a kit and it has made his heart a stone and it is hard for him to understand the common feelings like love and sorrow. No stranger to death Thicketbush used to be a trouble maker before he found the clan in which he found friends and loved ones. Although not a clan born cat he would lay his life on the line for anyone in the clan despite his feelings for them. He is mostly defined by being a protective and loyal friend who never gives up or backs down from whats right. Even though he has made his mistakes and knows there are still more to make he can be judgmental of cats from outside the clan. His loyalty forces him to stand by his leaders despite his opinion on their decisions and he knows he will follow them to war any day. He has a strong connection to StarClan and it almost had made him want to become a medicine cat but felt that he was better suited to hunting and providing for those weaker or in need of him. He is a trusting cat with a high level of superstition which has been known to be involved in helping him make his decisions. He has a witty personality and a sense of humor that he is often found using which can get him into trouble. This loyal cat would die for his clan even down to the last kit.RP'ed by Wildcoat

D Y I N G E M B E R
The last hope you had left has faded and left you with nothing. You feel betrayed and angered, though there is nothing you can do. This would happen eventually, surely you realized? As if the flame would last. It would die eventually. But it would die nobly, protecting everything it cared for. Dying eventually, leaving grief and sorrow. Yet there is still rage, a rage unquenchable. The darkness that destroyed the light. The inevitable. Dark forces. They will rise again in some form, yet it may not be the same. It takes you by surprise, yes, but you keep courage and hope, the hope that you thought was lost. You find hope and courage in one single cat. One cat that can be considered a StarClan cat though he is not dead. He is should be honored by many. Keyword: should. No one really knows about him because he keeps to himself. His pelt isn't hard to seek out among a crowd, for it is rare. His fur is dark orange, while it is tinged with black, ears gray. His eyes are dark gray flecked with orange, making his gaze seem fierce. His paws are a charcoal color, near the orange flames that lap at them. You see? Though your hope for previous leaders still stay with you, bare with it, for the grieving and loss of hope doesn't last long. It is overtaken by the dreams of the new hope. The last flame reunited with the old, as the new takes to the combined, leaving a stronger fire than any other. RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.

R H Y T H M S K Y
A rusty orange graces his long, soft fur, as sprouts of color in a tumbling sea of black and gray emerge. His chest is a burst of blinding white, which makes his long, white whiskers appear faded, or at times, invisible. His eyes are glass orbs the color of springtime. Their varying green hues contrast his pelt, giving him a colorful appearance despite the abundance of gray in his fur. He walks with a certain grace, as his small paws step in front of each other lightly and with precision. Whenever he moves, his fur seems to rustle in a way that might remind one of a slowly flowing river, or a ripple in a lake. The long, luxurious tail that follows him is impeccably groomed. One might be surprised to know how little work he must do in order to maintain his appearance. His rhythmic movements are what earned him his name. Although his outside is what he is best known for, his inside is even more complex and interesting. He is very polite, and seems to have a royal sort of demeanor. Maybe it was because of how he was raised. His mother, a simple clan cat by the name of Mosscloud, had been very opinionated. One of her opinions was that a young kit should be respectful. Unfortunately, she passed one leaf bare before she could teach him how to act towards his peers as a full grown warrior. He does not act particularly friendly towards other cats, but he is in no way rude or disrespectful. Instead, he is simply very polite and treats most anyone he meets as an apprentice would their mentor. For this reason, he does not have many clanmates who could be called his friends. Any cat that he exchanges conversation with is more of an acquaintance. His mother also taught him to agree with anything she says.As he grew, this turned into him agreeing to nearly anything. Any task that someone asks him to do he will accept, and any opinion that someone expresses he will share. He did not learn everything from his mother, however. His father, Goldbracken, was a true warrior who would never back down from a fight, and his son inherited that fighting spirit. Goldbracken died of old age many moons after Mosscloud, but their son is still alive and following in their footsteps. He is not their only kit, of course. He was in a litter of four, two toms and two she-cats. The other tom died soon after being born, but his two sisters, Lilackit and Melodykit survived for longer. If we speed up time and stop at about three moons into the kits’ apprenticeship, we will find Melodypaw and Rhythmpaw rocked by a terrible loss. Lilacpaw was bitten by a poisonous snake, and after staying in the medicine cat den for a week, died. Melodypaw, who went on to become Melodyflight, never got over her beloved sister’s death. Her brother, however, took the tragedy in stride and put it behind him. He still mourns her, of course, but he does not let it turn him sour. If it were possible to describe Rhythmsky in a nutshell, it would be fitting to say that he is a polite calico tom with a fighting spirit. Very few know anything more about him. RP'ed by Fishflight

S U N F L O W E R
A ginger she-cat with a white chest and muzzle,amber eyes, and a pink nose. She was once a kittypet,but managed to escape her twoleg den. She's a fast and very active she-cat and she rarely acts serious. She's a very playful she-cat that would dream of having a mate.In fact, when she was on a hunt, she spotted a gray tom with pale green eyes and she's been trying to find him ever since. She would also like to be in a clan for some fun and to become sucessful. She is also kind of nervous because she thinks the clan will probably throw her out as an outcast. She is looking for a trustful clan that won't throw her out.
Roleplayed by: littlesnowpelt

*S C A R L E T S C A R S
"Protect. You must protect those you love." where the words that were drilled into Scarletscars head as a kit, because of this he is very protective of those he loves and his clan. His body is a mass of rippling muscles and his sleek fur is different shades of blinding red and amber and looks like it is alight with fire when he stands in the sunlight.He has this old time charm to him yet he is very awkward but he tries to hide it. He loves hunting and loves to playfight with the kits when he has nothing else to do. His white long sharp claws are like crescent moons and he is very proud of them. He has a long scar across his broad chest. He may seem rough and scary but he is secretly gentle and kind. His eyes are a storm of amber.
Rped by: Vulpixkit

J A Y C L A W
A silver tom with irresitable blue eyes. He is tired of she-cats likeing him cause of his looks. He wants to find a she-cat who likes him for him. He is an excellent fighter and has never lost a battle yet. He nevers fights one cat for a while. That is how they learn his fighting moves. He always goes from one cat to another. He lost his mother and father to a battle with an enemy clan and was raised by loners. He has 2 siblings Watermist and Jayfoot. He loves to hunt also. He brought back 2 pieces of prey on his first day as in apprentice. He loves rabbit and thinks they are easy to catch.
Rped by~ jaymist

J U M P I N G M I N N O W
Silvery furs flash in the bright sun, or gleam in the beautiful moonlight. Eyes as blue as the sheen of the oceans, this is Jumpingminnow. Yes she hold a beauty that not all cats can hold, but she also holds a grace a poise that some do not. She is wonderful at hunting, though she doe not always agree with fighting. Though there is no doubt that she wouldn't do anything for her clan. Loyal to the tee, Jumpingminnow would sacrifice herself if need be. This she-cat is still young, but knows that there is a reason for her to be placed upon the earth. StarClan has plans, she is sure of it. She just needs to wait.
Rp'd by Ashenfate

S H A T T E R E D R A I N
This grey she-cat is one who many don't know. Hey green eyes show her shyness and she never likes fights. Her parents were killed when she was a kit and she never has trusted any cat since. Shatteredrain's soul was crushed the day her sister died. Only one thing could make up for her family losses: A mate. No one has ever gained her trust, so even getting her to talk is a big accomplishment.
Rp'd by Blizzardwing

B L A Z I N G H E A R T
Fury causes a spark in her eyes when she fights. Her chest swells with pride like smoke when she is praised. And warmth is burning inside her heart like a wildfire when she is caring. Blazingheart can't stand a cat in pain, and she usually gets in trouble for this reason. Her orange pelt gives off a glare when she is in the sun, and her eyes are honey colored, but they always have a kind glint. Her kits died 3 moons ago, and she is tore up, but she always looks on the bright side. When she is in camp and there is nothing to do she always wants to play with the kits. Blazingheart has warmth from fire to care for her clanmates, but the destruction of fire when she is fighting. When her kits died they had been tore open by a rouge, and that is why she always gets really mad when she is fighting. Blazingheart has the personality of a kit, and is very playful, but when things are fierce she loses her playfulness and brings out her claws. When Blazingheart is annoyed she tries to speak in a calm voice, but if you push to far you might snapped at, as hard as that is to believe. Youy may have met her good side, but her bad side is yet to be unraveled
Rped by mistypaw1

Say hello to our Apprentices. They are the future of the clan and they will be what SpringClan will become. They learn from our Warriors about the ways of Star Clan. They all share a common dream of protecting the Clan and becoming the best Warriors they can be. They may be young but they carry the blood of our ancestors and they shall inherit this land and later pass it on to their kits.	M i S G U i D E D P A W (ghost) You know that thing that people call the grey area? That place where everything is a mixture of both black and white, run or fight, good or bad? Well this cat is the exact definition of that. He not evil but he's not exactly a saint either. His personality varies on how his day is going, and usually they aren't great. You this poor cat is unfortunately deaf, so you can imagine that would make you a little grumpy to. He lost his hearing when he was a new born. His mother was a barn cat and she had nested in a corn field. Well one foreseen day the two-legs fired up the monsters and decided it was harvesting time. His mother scooped up his sister and dashed away, she yelled something back but he could never figure out what it was. That was the last time he ever saw her. Out of nowhere one of the large monsters suddenlyexploded into a billion pieces, the sound of the explosion made him deaf. Because his mother abandoned him he now has to live life without the gift of sound. His heart still wonders why she left him... But those memories are of the past, he no longer depends on her. Well now to describe Misguidedghost. He is a grey tom with soul searching eyes, his ears are actually a little large (go figure). He has a even head but at times his temper can get the best of him and bring out the ugly. Surprisingly he is a fairly good fighter, he has learned to hear with his paws and nose. Long story, anyway he is okay at hunting but he is not the best. He does what he can but sometimes he gets the feeling that’s not enough for his clan. He’s always shown interest in herbs, he aspires to possibly becoming a medicine cat someday. He hopes he can still serve his clan besides his….issue. Rped by FallenRedemption Mentor: Eclipsestar S H A T T E R E D P A W (glass) Smash, smash, smash. That’s all Shatteredglass really remembers about her old home. A bony old tom and a fear stricken she-cat trying to make the environment suitable for her young litter of three, these two cats were her parents. The two-leg that cared for them always had his lips plastered to a weird shaped object with liquid in it that tasted of fire and smelled like burnt earth. The two-leg made a habit of chucking the weird objects at the cats, they would shattered into many pieces. One fatal night one of those shards killed her sister. The poor kit didn’t even see it coming but it struck her straight in the heart. Her mother was heartbroken and driven insane with grief. She buried her sister and that same night took her and her brother into the forest and ran away with them, her father was too old to leave the two-leg. Her mother and her brother grew closer while Shatteredglass only grew farther away, her sister was gone and she now felt alone. One night Shatteredglass set out on her own, she found SpringClan’s camp and met nice kits who welcomed her. She eventually joined the clan and now lives happily. With soul penetrating ice chip blue eyes the sleek furred Siamese she-cat it kind and swift. A little small for a cat but with a muscular build of a lethally trained warrior she makes up for her size. She has a kind soul, but sometimes she can have a little temper tantrums but she always calms down in the end. She loves her life in SpringClan and hopes she will live long and happily there. Rped by FallenRedemption MENTOR: Thicketbush i L L U S i O N S P A W {lights} Dancing flashes of light, contrasting against a thick black, confusing. Funny thing. They're only on her left side, so when she turns around, it's just thick black. Earning her her name, Illusionslights. White also stains her two front paws and the tip of her muzzle. And she's a lot like her fur. Quiet, secluded on one hand, but when she comes out of her shell she is shocking. Fun, hyper, dizzying. She loves to play aimlessly, and do nothing at all. Her adoptive father is Devilspirit, though she doesn't see him too often, she loves it when the wrestle and play. She's not too good at socializing, but loves to do it anyhow. She's a good hunter and fighter, but sometimes she wishes she could go back to the safe days when she was a kit.Rped by ρÐ½σÑ”Ð¸íχ Mentor: Lostpanda A C A C i A P A W (leaf) Compared to all the others, Acacialeaf looks plain. Ordinary. Average. When looking at all the other beautiful she-cats, who would care to notice one like Acacia? Her hazel eyes are neither piercing nor dark, only unsettling. Her white pelt would be beautiful, but the beauty of it is ruined by the spots of gray that dapple her spine and paws. She's small, too, but lacking in that delicate beauty that some she-cats have. No, Acacialeaf looks scrawny, like she's never gotten quite enough to eat. So at first glance, one would look over Acacialeaf, and on to the more attractive cats. She doesn't look very important. Even her hunting skills are only adequate. But when taking all of her into consideration, you realize how truly amazing Acaciapaw is. You see, she's a strong swimmer, like most in her clan, but she truly excels in it; her fighting skills are far above the norm. She's a very lavish personality; Acacia has a taste for the exquisite and dark. She revels in what others would flee from. The whole point of her existence is to question what others would not. She's very daring and temperamental; nothing can change her mind once she's made it up. As well, she's a gifted orator and skilled in the art of persuasion. Respect is not something easily gained from Acacia; you have to earn it. Position means nothing to her. Her sister is Illusionslights. Acacialeaf is very smart, and very ambitious; she believes very much in self-improvement. Nothing will ever be good enough for her... Her appetite for betterment is insatiable. She's impatient, fiesty, intelligent and incredibly modern. So, no, Acaciapaw is not one to be tampered with; she'll rip you to shreds.Rp'd by ρÐ½σÑ”Ð¸íχ Mentor: Oakshine S W i F T P A W (Wind) Swiftpaw. An amusing name. It certainly describes him. Swiftpaw is very possibly the fastest cat anywhere, a black and white spotted streak with neon yellow eyes. Swiftpaw is quiet and mild, but he is also cocky and overconfident, mixed with a burning desire to be a legend. This nearly gets him killed. He will be saying he can outrun a monster (No, he can't), then Whooosh, a monster goes by, and nearly flattens him. Nervous and jittery, he always seems to by moving, which in battle is quite helpful, because, as he puts it, "they would have to move a sight faster to claw anything off of me." Swiftpaw is smart. His thoughts buzz around in his head like agitated flies, and he is always thinking, always planning. Swiftpaw is meticulous, backbreaking over every detail, trying his hardest to please, to make life better for him, and his sister, Songkit. This is Swiftpaw, always striving, always trying. Rped by Zeezy13 Mentor: Silverchaos I V Y P A W(wing) A shy, mysterious, black and white she cat with lime green eyes. Heart break, fear, hate is all she ever knew. Having a mother that would kill her at the first mistake that she would make. Scars cover her hunches, shoulder, and ears, but they are never seen through her thick sleek fur. Her brother Shadedsun protected her and bares the marks of claws. Due to the fact of having seen her fathers death and her sister death Ivywing has nightmares, and will wake up crying. Rped by Tanglecloud Mentor: Horizonsight* S H A D E D P A W(sun) A handsome, brave, understanding black tom with a ginger mask around amber eyes. Baring the marks of his mothers claws he has a scar that runs from his ear tip to his hunches. This mark is the that almost resaulted in his death. Shadedsun will always be looking after his sister Ivywing and will protect her and the clan with his life. He would love to find a mate and maybe some day have kits. Shadedsun will alway be willing to help anyone in need. Rped by Tanglecloud Mentor: Stormheart* S Y M P H O N Y A gentle sound drifts around you, a sound sweeter than a breeze whispering through trees. The pleasant scent hits you like a wave crashing against the shore yet still light like the brush of a feather. A pale, ghostly figure makes its way to you, sunlight veiling her in a heavenly ray. Her crystaline blue eyes dance with laughter and a fair smile graces her flawless face. The sight is too good to be true. A beauty such as her belongs in a higher place. A fallen angel, she must be, for there is no other explanation for this phenomenon standing infront of you, blessing you with her prescence. Who could it be? You try to ask but she just laughs that splendid little laugh of hers. She doesn't know the effect she has on you. The way her smile seems to pull you towards her and her wide eyes tease. How could she not notice how perfect she is? How strong an effect she has on you? You ask her to walk with you, and she agrees. The sun is setting and the night is returning, bringing with it the side of this she-cat you did not know. Her playful smirk sends your heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings and she swiftly turns, face right next to yours. Staring deep into her, you train of thought is lost and your left defenseless against her prodding. The opportunity comes and she takes it. In one fluid movement she sweeps out a paw and catches yours, leaving you flailing like and idiot on your back. She advances and pins you, pride eclipsing all other emotions. There you stay, taking her in. The moon on her pelt, the way a cute half smile is stationed on her face, the close proximity between you. That's it, you've fallen for the fallen angel. Again you ask for her name, and this time her soft voice whispers, "Symphony." It fades of into the night and you find yourself staring after her as she pads silently away. She had to have been a dream. An extraordinary she-cat like that doesn't exist in an ordinary world like this. You search for some other explanation to prove that it had been your imagination but to your own delight there is no evidence against her reality. You still try to wake up, but you can't. Why? It's not a dream. You know that now. This creature found in fairtytales is reality. How such luck could fall upon you is a mystery just as much as she is. Full of sugar, full of spice, and everything nice. Her memory lingers in your mind even after she's long gone. You yearn to follow, but you don't need to. She'll return the moment you close your eyes to sleep. For the rest of eternity she'll haunt your nights and brighten your days. Symphony. You repeat the name of the enigmatic she-cat in your head, it rings clear like a bell with a sweet and pure sound. Symphony, a whole new reason to wake up in the morning. A whole new reason for exsistance. And to think, all this happened in the short, wonderful time you spent with her. Rped by Cicleywhisker Mentor: Ottersoul* R E B E L P A W {moon} You may think you know her type. Speculative, self-reliant, and fearless. Sure, that's just like her, but not her. Deep beneath the surface is a whole other cat, a cat who had been forced to have those three qualities against her will. In the first moons of her life, she was always getting into trouble because of her careless nature and free roaming spirit. There was always a smile plastered on her face and amazement glinting in her amethyst eyes. Continuous laughter floated through the air around the floral meadow that she called home. Just a few moons before, only young Lavender and Tath lived there. They enjoyed the peace of the little, secluded meadow but could not be happier to find out that they were expecting kits. Soon they were joined by seven kits, including a sickly black runt who survived the first night against all odds. The kit fought and beat an illness that usually conqured a newborn kit, so for that they named her Rebel. Though she never has faced anything fatal since then, she is almost constantly sick, but you'd never get her to admit it. Despite this, she proved a handful, causing enough trouble for her whole littler. Tath, feeling strongly protective of his frail daughter, watched her constantly and always worried about her hurting herself. No one thought she'd be strong enough to live alone but that was put to the test when a huge storm seperated her and two of her siblings, Lion and Grace. Rebel immediately took position as leader and brought them to the safety of SpringClan, though she got them into camp in a very disruptive way, naturally. She skillfully managed to skirt the patrols and walk right into camp, battered and muddy but eyes gleaming with pride. The journey to SpringClan was what taught Rebelmoon to trust only those she knew, rely on no one but herself, and fear nothing but loosing hope. Even when she was cast aside because of her loner roots, she pushed on and earned respect in her new found home. Moons ago, no one thought she would even live a day, but now this remarkable she-cat plans on living for an eternity as she leaves her legacy lingering in the minds of those she meets. Rped by Cicleywhisker Mentor: Tadpoledream* G R A C E D P A W {heart} Sure white paws carry the she-cat's slight, regal form. Blue-green eyes, the same color as the sea, capture everything in flawless clarity. The information goes straight to her well developed mind which can process things quickly and correctly. Intellectually, skies the limit for Gracedheart, though physically it is not the same. Quick on her paws and swift in her movements, she makes a wonderful huntress, but her strength can be compared to that of an ant's. She is light on her feet, and accurate, but she lacks the emotional ability to harm another. The determined she-cat strives for perfection, even if she knows there is no such thing. As she was not clan born, she wants to prove that she was a good addition, not a waste of food. Being that she does not fight well is a crushing blow to her confidence and happiness, while her brother, Liontuft, and sister, Rebelmoon, preform better than some of the pure blood SpringClan cats. Though she would never admit it, she is jealous of Rebelmoon and quite frustrated. Petty as it may be, she finds that fact that the runt of her litter is better at fighting than her is upsetting. She feels as if her younger sibling is more superior than her at everything, but she does not know that she possess a quality that Rebelmoon doesn't. Gracedheart got her name because of this quality and that quality is her beautiful heart and her desire to help others, expecting nothing in return. Quite the little altruist, you could say. When that storm seperated formally known as Grace from most of her family, she may not have been leader of the group, but she was always there to treat wounds or keep the hope up. A shoulder to cry on, or a helping paw, it didn't matter. She was always there no matter what. The only thing she gets from this is the satisfaction of knowing she made someone happy, or possibly saved their life. Gracedheart would help anyone in need, even those whom don't deserve it. She sees the good in all others, which makes her all the more amazing. For her future? She aspires to be a mate, then a mother if she is allowed the chance. Her potential reaches far beyond that, but that is all she really wants to be: A loyal warrior, a loving mate, and a wonderful mother. Rped by Cicleywhisker Mentor: Oleanderyew* L i O N P A W {tuft} A bit of a strange name for this burly grey tom. Most would associate the name with an orange cat, it just makes sense, but then again, Liontuft never makes sense. How did he come to aquire his name then? Well, as a loner, he was named Lion because the hair around his neck fluffed up like a lion's mane. Then when his personality started to show, his parents soon realized that they couldn't have chosen a better name for their son. He exhibited great bravery and loyalty to his littermates, just like a lion. He's also very large in size, with huge, rippling muscles and an overall big structure. Liontuft puts a his on spin on life. He does not speak the way any other cat would, he jumbles up words and their position in a sentence. Despite that, he never ceases to give what he can of himself to the clan. One of his greatest talents it his fighting. Though slow on his paws he may be, he can sure make a blow. Without agility or speed, it can disable him to do some things, but he has power and accuracy. There is not a time where he will miss a step or throw a weak hit. He usually overwhelms his opponent in little to no time at all, especially if he manages to get them pinned. The one thing his fighting does not cover is his sister, Rebelmoon. She drives him crazy with the fact that she beats him almost every time although she is the runt of the litter. He blames it on her slithery ways. He isn't one to get jealous though, at least not most of the time. Nothing really bothers him. Never does he envy another because if he ever starts to, he reminds himself that the one he is envying may not have some of the things he does. It is not that he's self-centered. Actually, he's nothing but modest. Like most others he gets embarassed when complimented and he hardly ever talks about himself. It was something his mother, Violet, and father, Tath, stressed him to grasp. It is also a good skill not to think to much of yourself because those who do tend to not think straight when hunting or battling. They try to show off and end up hurting themselves. Sure, Liontuft shows off, but only to she-cats he likes. He hopes one day to find a mate who he really cares about and can be himself around and he would really like to have kits. Rped by Cicleywhisker Mentor: Riverclaw* I V Y P A W {wing} One of a kind. 1 word for ivykit, thats it. She lives in her own world and loves to climb. She can climb pretty much anything and is ace at acrobatics. She likes to draw in the mud with a stick and is a cat ecivelent to an artist. When eating she manges to keep her mouth and paws completely clean, somhow she manages to be the gold star of every fay and she is very competitive. She likes too freak out people by flashing her green ivy eyes at them intently. She will normally be found drawing in sand ir mud either that or playing with her siblings. RPed by stelzibelz Mentor: Flightfeather* S A G E P A W (oak) SageKit is a light orange tom with a light green eyes. He is very curious and likes to stick his nose in others business. Even though he's a bit nosy he is loyal and would not tell a soul if asked not to. He is really sweet. All together he is really quiet unless provoked. He's a bit hot headed but cools down really fast. Rped by:WindSpirit555 Mentor: Thymetail* D E L E T E D P A W (dream) Small black tom with orange eyes, a ginger swatch along his back, including his tail, and gray socks with orange specks. He is rather quiet, and likes to keep to himself more often than not, and was not clanborn. He was found dazed by the thunderpath, grazed by a monster, and his parents had been hit. He is still a bit scared of the clan cats, but admires them greatly. He especially admires the leader, and hopes one day, that he too cam be a leader. He badly wants to be apprentice, but wonders if he will ever feel connected to the clan. He is long and lanky with a scrawny, pathetic looking build that would make a fox laugh. his long shaggy black fur looks strange next to his odd colorations, and everyone seems to stare at him. he feels so alone, and all he wants is someone to love him. RPd by ~Wheatley~ Mentor: Divinesoul S P L A S H P A W A some what kit that apeared in the territory not long ago. He has brown fur with white stripes. He has blue eyes from where he got his name. Nobody knows how he got here but that's not really the point of him he is swift and can outmatch most apprentices. Most queens thinks hes a freak judging by his calm quiet personallity. Most kits like him some don't but he is impressive. Some cats underestimate him and either get a scar on the muzzle or a nip at the tail. Rp'ed by: kaledrake Mentor: Blazestalker B L A C K P A W (thorn) Black tom with a claw mark across his left eye and bright amber eyes. Ambitious Black paw would do any thing for his clan, even if it leads to war and bloodshed. He was cold, heartless, murderous and cruel to anyone who dared challenged him its that trait that has made him a brilliant fighter in battle. He will fight any cat even in his own clan, but he has pledged to him self never to battle his clan mates no matter what. His father would hurt him badly when ever Blackpaw did something wrong. The scar on his eye was from the last time his father hurt him, Blackpaw was filled with joy when his father fell of the cliff and died. No one knows a lot about him and because he doesn't talk much, he never shows any emotions and the scar on his left eye gives him a scary look so kits fear him. He's just misunderstood and misjudged due to his looks. Don't let his aggressive looking emotions fool you he isn't aggressive, just filled with sadness and hate. Once the right she-cat that will love him for who he is will he warm up to everyone. Rped by longc55 Mentor: Sunpetal I C E P A W (cloud) is a beautiful she-cat with gorgeous long white and cream fur with turquoise eyes. She looks large and strong due to her long fur, but she is actually quite small under it.She is very friendly and kind to all of her clan-mates, even those who dislike her. She finds it impossible for her to hate a cat, even if they've done something horrible to her; she always forgives them and can't stay mad. She sometimes gets aggravated at herself for this because it allows her to be easily manipulated and mistreated. She has been treated badly in the past by some toms and secretly blames herself for everything, even though she knows it's not logical. She is a great friend and would never betray a cat. Many cats come to her for advice or to confide there secrets to. Icecloud always has a warm personality and focuses her whole life on making others happy; in fact, her friends are the only reason she's alive at all. Secretly she regrets being born, but shed never tell a cat that in fear of making them worry about her. She has no mate but may want one. She has a crush on someone but is too afraid to tell him; she is worried that she'll ruin their relationship as friends if he doesn't like her back. Rped by longc55 Mentor: Swiftleg B L i Z Z A R D P A W (fern) Blizzardkit is a playful kit that has a dark color fur and light blue eyes that shin all the time. This she-cat was brave and loyal even as a young kit, she knew what she was and what she was going to become, she tryed hard to learn to fight, she uses a leaf that she keeps away from all the other kits she calls it the 'best leaf' of them all and she uses it to play around with and she calls that fighting and hunting. Blizzardkit wants to become leader when she is older so she can fight even harder for her clan, she has never thought of doing anything that would hurt her clan or her clanmates. Blizzardkit always had a crush on Lionkit she always stayed around him and played with him, but she was not going to let love come in the way of her being leader, she never told anyone about her crush but she came close to telling Lionkit that she loved him. She plays with the other kits just as much as she plays with Lionkit so it does not seem that she likes him. RPed by ;; Levudazed Mentor: Pheonix* P O L A R P A W (ICE) A very small sized snowy white she-cat with silver tearlines. Polarice is a small cat with a big attitude. She is very sassy and doesn't like being told what to do for she thinks she knows EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD.Of course she doesn't know everything but seems to act like that. She isn't scared to say what she thinks for she is only being truthful and honest right to the bone. Polarice is a free-spirt and likes to do what she wants to do and is VERY, VERY ,VERY headstrong. With a big attitude comes a big mouth which Polarice has. Poalrice knows she wants a mate and kits but not just any mate but a loving, caring one who is also brave and challenging. Polarice loves her clan very much and is happy to be a Springclan cat.RP'ed by Lifeheart45 Mentor: Whitefoot C R U S H E D P A W [[ H E A R T ]] You fall for it eventually. The love game. It is completely and totally inevitable. But everyone still wants it. They want the chance to feel the one feeling that makes them feel so special. But this isn't a special feeling, it is deadly. The embrace is tight, suffocating your heart until it is cold, or sometimes gone. Love is like darkness. It lures you into it with games, then contains you in a tiny cell, leaving you with nothing. It makes you feel trapped and vulnerable. One cat can describe the exact same things to you. One cat can tell you how bad love hurts in the end. That cat is Crushedpaw. That ashy gray she-cat that is silent as a mouse. That cat that states at you with intense, pain-filled orange eyes. The tips of her fur give an example of a black cage, trapping the rest of her into it. She will tell you how things will end, yet you brush her off. Call her jealous. Jealous? She knows what happens. She knows you will wish to die, feeling useless and vulnerable. So in the end, was the love and caressing worth every pain-filled moment of life? The dull events of the day that are supposed to be exciting and fun? She will tell you to walk away from every cat that finds interest you, but it's no use. Love is inevitable, no escape, no break, no happy ending. Rp'd by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:. Mentor: Foxflame

Say hello to our Apprentices. They are the future of the clan and they will be what SpringClan will become. They learn from our Warriors about the ways of Star Clan. They all share a common dream of protecting the Clan and becoming the best Warriors they can be. They may be young but they carry the blood of our ancestors and they shall inherit this land and later pass it on to their kits.

M i S G U i D E D P A W (ghost)
You know that thing that people call the grey area? That place where everything is a mixture of both black and white, run or fight, good or bad? Well this cat is the exact definition of that. He not evil but he's not exactly a saint either. His personality varies on how his day is going, and usually they aren't great. You this poor cat is unfortunately deaf, so you can imagine that would make you a little grumpy to. He lost his hearing when he was a new born. His mother was a barn cat and she had nested in a corn field. Well one foreseen day the two-legs fired up the monsters and decided it was harvesting time. His mother scooped up his sister and dashed away, she yelled something back but he could never figure out what it was. That was the last time he ever saw her. Out of nowhere one of the large monsters suddenlyexploded into a billion pieces, the sound of the explosion made him deaf. Because his mother abandoned him he now has to live life without the gift of sound. His heart still wonders why she left him... But those memories are of the past, he no longer depends on her. Well now to describe Misguidedghost. He is a grey tom with soul searching eyes, his ears are actually a little large (go figure). He has a even head but at times his temper can get the best of him and bring out the ugly. Surprisingly he is a fairly good fighter, he has learned to hear with his paws and nose. Long story, anyway he is okay at hunting but he is not the best. He does what he can but sometimes he gets the feeling that’s not enough for his clan. He’s always shown interest in herbs, he aspires to possibly becoming a medicine cat someday. He hopes he can still serve his clan besides his….issue. Rped by FallenRedemption
Mentor: Eclipsestar

S H A T T E R E D P A W (glass)
Smash, smash, smash. That’s all Shatteredglass really remembers about her old home. A bony old tom and a fear stricken she-cat trying to make the environment suitable for her young litter of three, these two cats were her parents. The two-leg that cared for them always had his lips plastered to a weird shaped object with liquid in it that tasted of fire and smelled like burnt earth. The two-leg made a habit of chucking the weird objects at the cats, they would shattered into many pieces. One fatal night one of those shards killed her sister. The poor kit didn’t even see it coming but it struck her straight in the heart. Her mother was heartbroken and driven insane with grief. She buried her sister and that same night took her and her brother into the forest and ran away with them, her father was too old to leave the two-leg. Her mother and her brother grew closer while Shatteredglass only grew farther away, her sister was gone and she now felt alone. One night Shatteredglass set out on her own, she found SpringClan’s camp and met nice kits who welcomed her. She eventually joined the clan and now lives happily. With soul penetrating ice chip blue eyes the sleek furred Siamese she-cat it kind and swift. A little small for a cat but with a muscular build of a lethally trained warrior she makes up for her size. She has a kind soul, but sometimes she can have a little temper tantrums but she always calms down in the end. She loves her life in SpringClan and hopes she will live long and happily there. Rped by FallenRedemption
MENTOR: Thicketbush

i L L U S i O N S P A W {lights}
Dancing flashes of light, contrasting against a thick black, confusing. Funny thing. They're only on her left side, so when she turns around, it's just thick black. Earning her her name, Illusionslights. White also stains her two front paws and the tip of her muzzle. And she's a lot like her fur. Quiet, secluded on one hand, but when she comes out of her shell she is shocking. Fun, hyper, dizzying. She loves to play aimlessly, and do nothing at all. Her adoptive father is Devilspirit, though she doesn't see him too often, she loves it when the wrestle and play. She's not too good at socializing, but loves to do it anyhow. She's a good hunter and fighter, but sometimes she wishes she could go back to the safe days when she was a kit.Rped by ρÐ½σÑ”Ð¸íχ
Mentor: Lostpanda

A C A C i A P A W (leaf)
Compared to all the others, Acacialeaf looks plain. Ordinary. Average. When looking at all the other beautiful she-cats, who would care to notice one like Acacia? Her hazel eyes are neither piercing nor dark, only unsettling. Her white pelt would be beautiful, but the beauty of it is ruined by the spots of gray that dapple her spine and paws. She's small, too, but lacking in that delicate beauty that some she-cats have. No, Acacialeaf looks scrawny, like she's never gotten quite enough to eat. So at first glance, one would look over Acacialeaf, and on to the more attractive cats. She doesn't look very important. Even her hunting skills are only adequate. But when taking all of her into consideration, you realize how truly amazing Acaciapaw is. You see, she's a strong swimmer, like most in her clan, but she truly excels in it; her fighting skills are far above the norm. She's a very lavish personality; Acacia has a taste for the exquisite and dark. She revels in what others would flee from. The whole point of her existence is to question what others would not. She's very daring and temperamental; nothing can change her mind once she's made it up. As well, she's a gifted orator and skilled in the art of persuasion. Respect is not something easily gained from Acacia; you have to earn it. Position means nothing to her. Her sister is Illusionslights. Acacialeaf is very smart, and very ambitious; she believes very much in self-improvement. Nothing will ever be good enough for her... Her appetite for betterment is insatiable. She's impatient, fiesty, intelligent and incredibly modern. So, no, Acaciapaw is not one to be tampered with; she'll rip you to shreds.Rp'd by ρÐ½σÑ”Ð¸íχ
Mentor: Oakshine

S W i F T P A W (Wind)
Swiftpaw. An amusing name. It certainly describes him. Swiftpaw is very possibly the fastest cat anywhere, a black and white spotted streak with neon yellow eyes. Swiftpaw is quiet and mild, but he is also cocky and overconfident, mixed with a burning desire to be a legend. This nearly gets him killed. He will be saying he can outrun a monster (No, he can't), then Whooosh, a monster goes by, and nearly flattens him. Nervous and jittery, he always seems to by moving, which in battle is quite helpful, because, as he puts it, "they would have to move a sight faster to claw anything off of me." Swiftpaw is smart. His thoughts buzz around in his head like agitated flies, and he is always thinking, always planning. Swiftpaw is meticulous, backbreaking over every detail, trying his hardest to please, to make life better for him, and his sister, Songkit. This is Swiftpaw, always striving, always trying. Rped by Zeezy13
Mentor: Silverchaos

*I V Y P A W(wing)
A shy, mysterious, black and white she cat with lime green eyes. Heart break, fear, hate is all she ever knew. Having a mother that would kill her at the first mistake that she would make. Scars cover her hunches, shoulder, and ears, but they are never seen through her thick sleek fur. Her brother Shadedsun protected her and bares the marks of claws. Due to the fact of having seen her fathers death and her sister death Ivywing has nightmares, and will wake up crying. Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Horizonsight

*S H A D E D P A W(sun)

A handsome, brave, understanding black tom with a ginger mask around amber eyes. Baring the marks of his mothers claws he has a scar that runs from his ear tip to his hunches. This mark is the that almost resaulted in his death. Shadedsun will always be looking after his sister Ivywing and will protect her and the clan with his life. He would love to find a mate and maybe some day have kits. Shadedsun will alway be willing to help anyone in need. Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Stormheart

*S Y M P H O N Y
A gentle sound drifts around you, a sound sweeter than a breeze whispering through trees. The pleasant scent hits you like a wave crashing against the shore yet still light like the brush of a feather. A pale, ghostly figure makes its way to you, sunlight veiling her in a heavenly ray. Her crystaline blue eyes dance with laughter and a fair smile graces her flawless face. The sight is too good to be true. A beauty such as her belongs in a higher place. A fallen angel, she must be, for there is no other explanation for this phenomenon standing infront of you, blessing you with her prescence. Who could it be? You try to ask but she just laughs that splendid little laugh of hers. She doesn't know the effect she has on you. The way her smile seems to pull you towards her and her wide eyes tease. How could she not notice how perfect she is? How strong an effect she has on you? You ask her to walk with you, and she agrees. The sun is setting and the night is returning, bringing with it the side of this she-cat you did not know. Her playful smirk sends your heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings and she swiftly turns, face right next to yours. Staring deep into her, you train of thought is lost and your left defenseless against her prodding. The opportunity comes and she takes it. In one fluid movement she sweeps out a paw and catches yours, leaving you flailing like and idiot on your back. She advances and pins you, pride eclipsing all other emotions. There you stay, taking her in. The moon on her pelt, the way a cute half smile is stationed on her face, the close proximity between you. That's it, you've fallen for the fallen angel. Again you ask for her name, and this time her soft voice whispers, "Symphony." It fades of into the night and you find yourself staring after her as she pads silently away. She had to have been a dream. An extraordinary she-cat like that doesn't exist in an ordinary world like this. You search for some other explanation to prove that it had been your imagination but to your own delight there is no evidence against her reality. You still try to wake up, but you can't. Why? It's not a dream. You know that now. This creature found in fairtytales is reality. How such luck could fall upon you is a mystery just as much as she is. Full of sugar, full of spice, and everything nice. Her memory lingers in your mind even after she's long gone. You yearn to follow, but you don't need to. She'll return the moment you close your eyes to sleep. For the rest of eternity she'll haunt your nights and brighten your days. Symphony. You repeat the name of the enigmatic she-cat in your head, it rings clear like a bell with a sweet and pure sound. Symphony, a whole new reason to wake up in the morning. A whole new reason for exsistance. And to think, all this happened in the short, wonderful time you spent with her. Rped by Cicleywhisker
Mentor: Ottersoul

*R E B E L P A W {moon}
You may think you know her type. Speculative, self-reliant, and fearless. Sure, that's just like her, but not her. Deep beneath the surface is a whole other cat, a cat who had been forced to have those three qualities against her will. In the first moons of her life, she was always getting into trouble because of her careless nature and free roaming spirit. There was always a smile plastered on her face and amazement glinting in her amethyst eyes. Continuous laughter floated through the air around the floral meadow that she called home. Just a few moons before, only young Lavender and Tath lived there. They enjoyed the peace of the little, secluded meadow but could not be happier to find out that they were expecting kits. Soon they were joined by seven kits, including a sickly black runt who survived the first night against all odds. The kit fought and beat an illness that usually conqured a newborn kit, so for that they named her Rebel. Though she never has faced anything fatal since then, she is almost constantly sick, but you'd never get her to admit it. Despite this, she proved a handful, causing enough trouble for her whole littler. Tath, feeling strongly protective of his frail daughter, watched her constantly and always worried about her hurting herself. No one thought she'd be strong enough to live alone but that was put to the test when a huge storm seperated her and two of her siblings, Lion and Grace. Rebel immediately took position as leader and brought them to the safety of SpringClan, though she got them into camp in a very disruptive way, naturally. She skillfully managed to skirt the patrols and walk right into camp, battered and muddy but eyes gleaming with pride. The journey to SpringClan was what taught Rebelmoon to trust only those she knew, rely on no one but herself, and fear nothing but loosing hope. Even when she was cast aside because of her loner roots, she pushed on and earned respect in her new found home. Moons ago, no one thought she would even live a day, but now this remarkable she-cat plans on living for an eternity as she leaves her legacy lingering in the minds of those she meets. Rped by Cicleywhisker
Mentor: Tadpoledream

*G R A C E D P A W {heart}
Sure white paws carry the she-cat's slight, regal form. Blue-green eyes, the same color as the sea, capture everything in flawless clarity. The information goes straight to her well developed mind which can process things quickly and correctly. Intellectually, skies the limit for Gracedheart, though physically it is not the same. Quick on her paws and swift in her movements, she makes a wonderful huntress, but her strength can be compared to that of an ant's. She is light on her feet, and accurate, but she lacks the emotional ability to harm another. The determined she-cat strives for perfection, even if she knows there is no such thing. As she was not clan born, she wants to prove that she was a good addition, not a waste of food. Being that she does not fight well is a crushing blow to her confidence and happiness, while her brother, Liontuft, and sister, Rebelmoon, preform better than some of the pure blood SpringClan cats. Though she would never admit it, she is jealous of Rebelmoon and quite frustrated. Petty as it may be, she finds that fact that the runt of her litter is better at fighting than her is upsetting. She feels as if her younger sibling is more superior than her at everything, but she does not know that she possess a quality that Rebelmoon doesn't. Gracedheart got her name because of this quality and that quality is her beautiful heart and her desire to help others, expecting nothing in return. Quite the little altruist, you could say. When that storm seperated formally known as Grace from most of her family, she may not have been leader of the group, but she was always there to treat wounds or keep the hope up. A shoulder to cry on, or a helping paw, it didn't matter. She was always there no matter what. The only thing she gets from this is the satisfaction of knowing she made someone happy, or possibly saved their life. Gracedheart would help anyone in need, even those whom don't deserve it. She sees the good in all others, which makes her all the more amazing. For her future? She aspires to be a mate, then a mother if she is allowed the chance. Her potential reaches far beyond that, but that is all she really wants to be: A loyal warrior, a loving mate, and a wonderful mother. Rped by Cicleywhisker
Mentor: Oleanderyew

*L i O N P A W {tuft}
A bit of a strange name for this burly grey tom. Most would associate the name with an orange cat, it just makes sense, but then again, Liontuft never makes sense. How did he come to aquire his name then? Well, as a loner, he was named Lion because the hair around his neck fluffed up like a lion's mane. Then when his personality started to show, his parents soon realized that they couldn't have chosen a better name for their son. He exhibited great bravery and loyalty to his littermates, just like a lion. He's also very large in size, with huge, rippling muscles and an overall big structure. Liontuft puts a his on spin on life. He does not speak the way any other cat would, he jumbles up words and their position in a sentence. Despite that, he never ceases to give what he can of himself to the clan. One of his greatest talents it his fighting. Though slow on his paws he may be, he can sure make a blow. Without agility or speed, it can disable him to do some things, but he has power and accuracy. There is not a time where he will miss a step or throw a weak hit. He usually overwhelms his opponent in little to no time at all, especially if he manages to get them pinned. The one thing his fighting does not cover is his sister, Rebelmoon. She drives him crazy with the fact that she beats him almost every time although she is the runt of the litter. He blames it on her slithery ways. He isn't one to get jealous though, at least not most of the time. Nothing really bothers him. Never does he envy another because if he ever starts to, he reminds himself that the one he is envying may not have some of the things he does. It is not that he's self-centered. Actually, he's nothing but modest. Like most others he gets embarassed when complimented and he hardly ever talks about himself. It was something his mother, Violet, and father, Tath, stressed him to grasp. It is also a good skill not to think to much of yourself because those who do tend to not think straight when hunting or battling. They try to show off and end up hurting themselves. Sure, Liontuft shows off, but only to she-cats he likes. He hopes one day to find a mate who he really cares about and can be himself around and he would really like to have kits. Rped by Cicleywhisker
Mentor: Riverclaw

*I V Y P A W {wing}
One of a kind. 1 word for ivykit, thats it. She lives in her own world and loves to climb. She can climb pretty much anything and is ace at acrobatics. She likes to draw in the mud with a stick and is a cat ecivelent to an artist. When eating she manges to keep her mouth and paws completely clean, somhow she manages to be the gold star of every fay and she is very competitive. She likes too freak out people by flashing her green ivy eyes at them intently. She will normally be found drawing in sand ir mud either that or playing with her siblings. RPed by stelzibelz
Mentor: Flightfeather

*S A G E P A W (oak)
SageKit is a light orange tom with a light green eyes. He is very curious and likes to stick his nose in others business. Even though he's a bit nosy he is loyal and would not tell a soul if asked not to. He is really sweet. All together he is really quiet unless provoked. He's a bit hot headed but cools down really fast. Rped by:WindSpirit555
Mentor: Thymetail

D E L E T E D P A W (dream)
Small black tom with orange eyes, a ginger swatch along his back, including his tail, and gray socks with orange specks. He is rather quiet, and likes to keep to himself more often than not, and was not clanborn. He was found dazed by the thunderpath, grazed by a monster, and his parents had been hit. He is still a bit scared of the clan cats, but admires them greatly. He especially admires the leader, and hopes one day, that he too cam be a leader. He badly wants to be apprentice, but wonders if he will ever feel connected to the clan. He is long and lanky with a scrawny, pathetic looking build that would make a fox laugh. his long shaggy black fur looks strange next to his odd colorations, and everyone seems to stare at him. he feels so alone, and all he wants is someone to love him. RPd by ~Wheatley~
Mentor: Divinesoul

S P L A S H P A W
A some what kit that apeared in the territory not long ago. He has brown fur with white stripes. He has blue eyes from where he got his name. Nobody knows how he got here but that's not really the point of him he is swift and can outmatch most apprentices. Most queens thinks hes a freak judging by his calm quiet personallity. Most kits like him some don't but he is impressive. Some cats underestimate him and either get a scar on the muzzle or a nip at the tail. Rp'ed by: kaledrake
Mentor: Blazestalker

B L A C K P A W (thorn)
Black tom with a claw mark across his left eye and bright amber eyes. Ambitious Black paw would do any thing for his clan, even if it leads to war and bloodshed. He was cold, heartless, murderous and cruel to anyone who dared challenged him its that trait that has made him a brilliant fighter in battle. He will fight any cat even in his own clan, but he has pledged to him self never to battle his clan mates no matter what. His father would hurt him badly when ever Blackpaw did something wrong. The scar on his eye was from the last time his father hurt him, Blackpaw was filled with joy when his father fell of the cliff and died. No one knows a lot about him and because he doesn't talk much, he never shows any emotions and the scar on his left eye gives him a scary look so kits fear him. He's just misunderstood and misjudged due to his looks. Don't let his aggressive looking emotions fool you he isn't aggressive, just filled with sadness and hate. Once the right she-cat that will love him for who he is will he warm up to everyone. Rped by longc55
Mentor: Sunpetal

I C E P A W (cloud)
is a beautiful she-cat with gorgeous long white and cream fur with turquoise eyes. She looks large and strong due to her long fur, but she is actually quite small under it.She is very friendly and kind to all of her clan-mates, even those who dislike her. She finds it impossible for her to hate a cat, even if they've done something horrible to her; she always forgives them and can't stay mad. She sometimes gets aggravated at herself for this because it allows her to be easily manipulated and mistreated. She has been treated badly in the past by some toms and secretly blames herself for everything, even though she knows it's not logical. She is a great friend and would never betray a cat. Many cats come to her for advice or to confide there secrets to. Icecloud always has a warm personality and focuses her whole life on making others happy; in fact, her friends are the only reason she's alive at all. Secretly she regrets being born, but shed never tell a cat that in fear of making them worry about her. She has no mate but may want one. She has a crush on someone but is too afraid to tell him; she is worried that she'll ruin their relationship as friends if he doesn't like her back. Rped by longc55
Mentor: Swiftleg

*B L i Z Z A R D P A W (fern)
Blizzardkit is a playful kit that has a dark color fur and light blue eyes that shin all the time. This she-cat was brave and loyal even as a young kit, she knew what she was and what she was going to become, she tryed hard to learn to fight, she uses a leaf that she keeps away from all the other kits she calls it the 'best leaf' of them all and she uses it to play around with and she calls that fighting and hunting. Blizzardkit wants to become leader when she is older so she can fight even harder for her clan, she has never thought of doing anything that would hurt her clan or her clanmates. Blizzardkit always had a crush on Lionkit she always stayed around him and played with him, but she was not going to let love come in the way of her being leader, she never told anyone about her crush but she came close to telling Lionkit that she loved him. She plays with the other kits just as much as she plays with Lionkit so it does not seem that she likes him. RPed by ;; Levudazed
Mentor: Pheonix

P O L A R P A W (ICE)
A very small sized snowy white she-cat with silver tearlines. Polarice is a small cat with a big attitude. She is very sassy and doesn't like being told what to do for she thinks she knows EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD.Of course she doesn't know everything but seems to act like that. She isn't scared to say what she thinks for she is only being truthful and honest right to the bone. Polarice is a free-spirt and likes to do what she wants to do and is VERY, VERY ,VERY headstrong. With a big attitude comes a big mouth which Polarice has. Poalrice knows she wants a mate and kits but not just any mate but a loving, caring one who is also brave and challenging. Polarice loves her clan very much and is happy to be a Springclan cat.RP'ed by Lifeheart45
Mentor: Whitefoot

C R U S H E D P A W [[ H E A R T ]]
You fall for it eventually. The love game. It is completely and totally inevitable. But everyone still wants it. They want the chance to feel the one feeling that makes them feel so special. But this isn't a special feeling, it is deadly. The embrace is tight, suffocating your heart until it is cold, or sometimes gone. Love is like darkness. It lures you into it with games, then contains you in a tiny cell, leaving you with nothing. It makes you feel trapped and vulnerable. One cat can describe the exact same things to you. One cat can tell you how bad love hurts in the end. That cat is Crushedpaw. That ashy gray she-cat that is silent as a mouse. That cat that states at you with intense, pain-filled orange eyes. The tips of her fur give an example of a black cage, trapping the rest of her into it. She will tell you how things will end, yet you brush her off. Call her jealous. Jealous? She knows what happens. She knows you will wish to die, feeling useless and vulnerable. So in the end, was the love and caressing worth every pain-filled moment of life? The dull events of the day that are supposed to be exciting and fun? She will tell you to walk away from every cat that finds interest you, but it's no use. Love is inevitable, no escape, no break, no happy ending.
Rp'd by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Mentor: Foxflame

We are the mothers of the clans. We would give our lives for every kit that sets paw within our territory because that is our maternal duty. We are here to nurture, love, and protect our kits and teach them right from wrong and set them on the path to become successful Warriors. We are considered the fiercest in the clan because we wouldn't think twice to protect our kits and to give our lives for them. We are the mothers of SpringClan.	S I L V E R F E A T H E R A bright silvery she-cat with the beauty of a thousand stars which seem to already twinkle in her fur. She is graceful and has a slender, petite body. Her eyes are wide blue orbs, and her coat is long and flowing with dark grayer markings. She is a lot of a tomboy, and constantly shows her hatred towards she-cat's and their girly ways. She doesn't hate everyone as much as it seems, it's just that her anger can blaze unintentionally to the point where it can get out of control. She is persistant and grumpy, and never walks away from a challenge, arguement, or fight without getting her way. She is an excellent hunter, and a... Fair, fighter. Sometimes. She never gives anyone her true side, which is sweet, soft and caring. She is very cocky at times and makes fun of others because she loves their reactions unless they aren't moved by it at all. She doesn't seem to have a care in the world, but secretly, she hides her true feelings and wishes. She is also quite strong and brave, but her temper usually overpowers her abilities and makes her less then who she really is. {rped by longc55} M O S S F I R E "Everything used to be easy. Simple. Nice. What happened to all of that?" These words replay over and over in Mossfire's mind like a movie constantly. She never meant for things bad to happen where ever she goes. It's just like a curse. She was born to Winterfire of MoonClan and Blackberry, who might be dead. She had one brother, Twister, who might also be dead. She and her brother and her parents lived in the same house for ten moons, un-disturbed. After her parents left, a flood struck her home, killing their adopted sibling, Star. Twister and Moss left the house and Moss found a new one along with a new mate, Twilight. When they found out about the kits, the cat that used to live in the den came back to live in it again and when they wouldn't leave the cat killed Twilight in cold blood and left after burying his body somewhere where Moss couldn't find it. She left after a few days of digging and moved in with her parents again. That same night, her kits came. She named them Panther and Falcon. A few days later, her father had dug up Twilight and gave him a proper burial outside Moss's new den. Moss couldn't thank Winterfire enough for finding him. And then a moon and two days later, Moss had new siblings, Freeze and Punk. Her kits and her new siblings loved to play and they played everyday for 2 moons. Moss thought the disasters had ended. How wrong she was. The twolegs came and destroyed everything. She could only grab Pantehr and Falcon and follow her father. She left Falcon with the family that lived at their first home along with Punk. After that, her father and her split apart and she went to SpringClan. She didn't want to hunt in any other cat's territory, so she hadn't eaten for three days. She practically died at the paws of SpringClan if they hadn't given her and Panther water, shelter and food. She was renamed Mossfire for her determined fire to keep her family alive. She gratfully joined SpringClan and loved being in the nursery with Pantherkit. She watched as her beautiful kit grew up into a lovely she-cat. She loves SpringClan with all her heart and wishes for a new mate and another litter of kits before she gets to old. Rp'd by Catlover1023

We are the mothers of the clans. We would give our lives for every kit that sets paw within our territory because that is our maternal duty. We are here to nurture, love, and protect our kits and teach them right from wrong and set them on the path to become successful Warriors. We are considered the fiercest in the clan because we wouldn't think twice to protect our kits and to give our lives for them. We are the mothers of SpringClan.

S I L V E R F E A T H E R
A bright silvery she-cat with the beauty of a thousand stars which seem to already twinkle in her fur. She is graceful and has a slender, petite body. Her eyes are wide blue orbs, and her coat is long and flowing with dark grayer markings. She is a lot of a tomboy, and constantly shows her hatred towards she-cat's and their girly ways. She doesn't hate everyone as much as it seems, it's just that her anger can blaze unintentionally to the point where it can get out of control. She is persistant and grumpy, and never walks away from a challenge, arguement, or fight without getting her way. She is an excellent hunter, and a... Fair, fighter. Sometimes. She never gives anyone her true side, which is sweet, soft and caring. She is very cocky at times and makes fun of others because she loves their reactions unless they aren't moved by it at all. She doesn't seem to have a care in the world, but secretly, she hides her true feelings and wishes. She is also quite strong and brave, but her temper usually overpowers her abilities and makes her less then who she really is. {rped by longc55}

M O S S F I R E
"Everything used to be easy. Simple. Nice. What happened to all of that?" These words replay over and over in Mossfire's mind like a movie constantly. She never meant for things bad to happen where ever she goes. It's just like a curse. She was born to Winterfire of MoonClan and Blackberry, who might be dead. She had one brother, Twister, who might also be dead. She and her brother and her parents lived in the same house for ten moons, un-disturbed. After her parents left, a flood struck her home, killing their adopted sibling, Star. Twister and Moss left the house and Moss found a new one along with a new mate, Twilight. When they found out about the kits, the cat that used to live in the den came back to live in it again and when they wouldn't leave the cat killed Twilight in cold blood and left after burying his body somewhere where Moss couldn't find it. She left after a few days of digging and moved in with her parents again. That same night, her kits came. She named them Panther and Falcon. A few days later, her father had dug up Twilight and gave him a proper burial outside Moss's new den. Moss couldn't thank Winterfire enough for finding him. And then a moon and two days later, Moss had new siblings, Freeze and Punk. Her kits and her new siblings loved to play and they played everyday for 2 moons. Moss thought the disasters had ended. How wrong she was. The twolegs came and destroyed everything. She could only grab Pantehr and Falcon and follow her father. She left Falcon with the family that lived at their first home along with Punk. After that, her father and her split apart and she went to SpringClan. She didn't want to hunt in any other cat's territory, so she hadn't eaten for three days. She practically died at the paws of SpringClan if they hadn't given her and Panther water, shelter and food. She was renamed Mossfire for her determined fire to keep her family alive. She gratfully joined SpringClan and loved being in the nursery with Pantherkit. She watched as her beautiful kit grew up into a lovely she-cat. She loves SpringClan with all her heart and wishes for a new mate and another litter of kits before she gets to old.
Rp'd by Catlover1023

We are the kits and we are the pride of the Clan. We spend our days playing in the sun under the watchful eyes of our protective mothers, fathers, and clanmates. We are mounds of sometimes troublesome energy but whenever we are in trouble we know we have our big extended family here to help us at any time. We are the kits.	T A i N T E D K i T Small, deadly, slightly..... Evil? Hmm. Well let's see. He places fire ants into his clanmate's nest, wastes prey, destroys the medicine cat's herbs. Some say he's just misunderstood, others say more. Bullies other kits, has no respect for elders, in which he calls 'Dirt bags'. What has this kit become? After his parents died, a rouge named Sirus took him in. Taintedkit was a fine specimen of a cat before his previous life with Sirus. What happened in such a short amount of time? His fur is the colour of dark grey, with black spots on his back. His eyes are a shade of pale blue, that can send constant shivers down your spine. He's deadly, and tainted. Rped by .:FantasyRose:. S T U N N i N G K i T [imagination] No player boi can win my love. All I want is sweetness which is what i'm thinking of. Boys can be so mean, hands down in the dirt don't come clean and neither do toms. Always keeping something hidden from me. Ring the bell, I'll teach you something, 'coz your mother never taught you nothing. Toms make me feel insecure, intimidated. Tryin' to figure out how she-cats work; maybe we don't want you to know how we tick-tock. Ever thought of that? Listen up, turn it up. You player boi can't win my love, this sweet, cream and strawberry she-cat ain't having any of it. You'll have to lean with a gangsta stance, give me love not bad romance for me to accept you. Even then I make the first move, nothing left to chance. So don't you mess with me. You can't touch me; I'm on fire, I'm a strong fighter and I'll beat you until your tricks expire. You like my kicks? Lemme kick ya. Like a Tigerstar fan I'm going to bite ya. Baby gotta get real, if you want my dark amber eyes looking your way I'll tell you my secret... yeah, go get real. Don't mess with me. As long as you're not a tom, though, I'll inspire you to be a better person. Always willing to help out, always loyal to my clan. I have a passion to dance, singing is my talent. Artist? A little. So if you want your nest jazzin' up come find me. But if you want me, get ready to play. If you want me looking your way take my advice; Don't mess with me. RPed by ;; Cobwebpaw E M E R A L D K i T Named after her emerald green eyes, she has a clean, smooth, light gray Egyptian mau she-cat. She it leggy, and five moons of age. She is strong, with low, muscular shoulders and strong claws. Her paws are black, and her eyes have light blue tints in them. Her looks are peculiar, her personalty is two times that. She is dark, myserious, strange for a SpringClan cat. She is normally found day dreaming outside of camp in a hidey hole with precious tresures- strange stones, a pretty cool collection of feathers, and bramble to keep her place safe. She hides, and daydreams, and hates to be in a large crowd. RPed by: Evenpool L I L L Y K i T A beautiful brown tabby she-cat with golden yellow eyes. She is kind and caring, and never means to hurt anyone. She is very shy and it often, a little too often, found alone. She does not always want to be alone though, she likes company by cats she trusts, and knows most. She likes to run, her legs are strong which give her wonderful speed, balance, and jumps. her kindness and shyness always shows in her eyes. Her eyes are normally looking at her paws, head tilted, and a smile on her face when she is nervous. She wonders about her future everyday, and what the day may bring her next. She is clever and swift and her next turn may just make you freeze. Even though it doesn't show, she was also a kittypet before joining Springclan. her parents died in a fire to save her. With her home gone she traveled in the forest, the place were her father once lived. She told herself to trust no one ever since something that she doesn't like to talk about happened. She felt happy when she found the clan her father was once a member of. Even though she once was a kittypet she has a the heart and blood of a warrior. Rp'd by Readercat B L A Z E K i T(foot)* A ginger tom cat with green eyes that resembles the color of the rich green grasses in the territory. True to SpringClan form he is a bright and warm character with your typical warrior mind set. Although he has doubts about whether he should of been a medicine cat or a warrior there are no doubts about who is clan and family is. Although he was orphaned by his parents when they died saving him from a fire he holds a very deeply hidden guilt for their deaths. Having seen many of his family and his friends die he becomes emotionless and detacched when in comes to a death in the clan. He has a habit of hiding his fury and settling his differences on the battle field where he truly cuts loose and gets wild. When in battle Blazefoot feels in his element and feels as if no one can beat him. He has respect for Eclipsestar, Thicketbush, and Electricpersonality where he often finds himself envying their positions because he feels over looked sometimes. A loud and boisterous little tom with a big heart and the love of helping who ever is in need. He has always shown promise and strives to be the best warrior he could be. He sees nothing better than eventually dieng for his clan somehow. If you ask some cats they can say he is cocky but he truly isn't. He is just highly confident in his abilities and only uses them for good. RP'd by Wildcoat. C O L D K i T A dark gray kit with black eyes. She loves to fight but would never hurt another clan member.Doesnt like her name, but doesnt complain. Loves her mother Dawnheart very much, and wants to grow up to be as strong and brave as her.May look mean on the outside but is very tender hearted once you get to know her. Family:Dawnheart P A N T H E R K i T(pelt) This great creature advance's towards you, its eyes gleaming dangerously. It licks its lips, like it just ate the juiciest mouse or is about to. You start to scream for help but are interupted by a giggle of mischief. A small, petite, black she-cat steps out, looking pleased with herself. Her purple eyes are dancing with laughter and she winks. "This is SpringClan. No panthers roam here. Just flowers and cats. " She says in a beautiful high octave. This is Pantherpelt. She was born a loner out in a field that had one lone hollowed out tree that she lived in. She didn't spend very long there though. Only about 3 moons. Then, giant twolegs monsters came and tore up her home. They destroyed the herb patch that she was growing which really made her mad, which she hardly ever is. She let her mother carry her away from her mom and take her to SpringClan to be a warrior. She liked it in SpringClan better. It suited her personality better, but not her looks. She is very mischievious, playful, funny, and loyal and would die for SpringClan. The scent of roses always floats around her, like an aura. She wears herself with pride and loves anything and everything. Doesn't care much for fighting and would rather hunt herbs than prey but she is ajustible. She loves playing with kits and thinks that it will be a while until she stops her antics to settle down and start a family possibly. Rp'd by Catlover1023 F O R B I D D E N K i T[intentions] Unlike his mother, Pleasantintensity, Forbiddenintentions doesn't always look on the bright side of life. In fact, he is firmly settled on the 'cup-half-empty' side of it. His fur is a bland grey, wiry in some places, static in others. His eyes match his mothers, though he refuses to admit it. He doesn't want to look like any of his family. Not that he doesn't love them, he does, just he is embarrassed to be seen with them. This unruly tom aims to become leader, just like his father, Quartzstar. And he won't let anything stand in his way. As a kit, in play he would always be leader, ordering his siblings [ Deepest ; Trustworthy ; Mixedberry ; Destined ; Ceased ] round. He worked hard as an apprentice, wanting to be the best he could be. Becoming leader is the only thing he dreams about. He has no other aim in life. No spirit to do anything else. His mother doesn't approve of his attitude, as he can be spiteful, stuck-up and rude but she knows that he does have a warm side. Though he shows it rarely to anyone other than his siblings. Rp'd by Cobwebpaw S O N G K i T (wind)* Songkit. Oh, what a pretty kitty. So graceful, so pretty. Songkit is a regular dream cat, with her long silver tabby fur, and her beautiful teal eyes. She loves to be called a pretty kitty, and thinks herself the princess of the clan. Indeed, many cats coddle her because of her beauty.She love flowers and butterflies, and rainbows, and her brother Swiftpaw. Songkit's greatest ambition is to become medicine cat, although that dream probably won't last, since she is a flirt, and would probably flout the "No mating medicine cats" rule the second she got he warrior name. So for now,she is sweet, silly Songkit. Rped by Zeezy13 H E A T H E R K I T {pelt} It's the way she looks at you; that's if you notice her in the dead of night. You seeing her face as you walk on by. It sets you alight. Reminds you of what you just let slip by. Better you let her memory die and draw strength and walk on through the night. Better you pass on by and walk on though the night. But it's to late. You are now forever in this state of crippling shyness whenever you see her walking by, Maybe by daylight her effect isn't strong. Just another she-cat going about her business. Hit dusk and you're her victim. Pearly blue irises watch you from the undergrowth, drawing you in; curiosity taking over your mind. The eyes step out from the shadows, greeting you with a longing gaze. You're breath is taken away. Running down the back of this silky black she-cat is a white stripe. The image of a badger fills your imagination. But is gone in a flash. What was that you'd just thought of? Guess since you forgot it no longer matters. Ha. You guessed wrong. Just like a badger, this feline holds her long tail close to her body, you can't see it flicking from side to side. Long claws; strong legs; stout body. She has a strange nocturnal nature, though you do see her round in the day. She may not seen the fast type but she can cover a good distance if she wants to, just like a badger really. This she-cat really is a stunner, in personality and sleek appearance. Don't let her take you captive, for she will without a second thought. Play with you. Tease you. Lead you on. If I were you, don't go out after dark. Her name you better remember and remember well; Heatherpelt. Rp'd by Cobwebpaw Crosskit [Spirit] When Crosskit was little she lived with two loving and kind two-legs. One known to her as Mama and Papa, they had one problem, they could not produce any kits so in turn they found Crosskit in a box at the side of the road and took her into their life. Growing up Crosskit was spoiled to no end! Getting nothing but the finest milk and tuna her favorite. She use to prance around the neighborhood showing off her dazzling diamond collar with a shinny name plate. Because she was so flashy no one wished to become her friend and she was often left alone sitting by the window sill gazing at the other kit's play. Growing up like this turned her into a spoiled kit, soon no longer wishing to seek friends she shut out everyone and thing that tried to be friends with her except her family. One day the family brought home another kitten her age named Spiritkit. Spiritkit was an open and friendly kitten who tried no matter how hard to become friends with her. He told her of stories of "wild" cat's that live in places like Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring. Curious, one day Spiritkit made a promise with Crosskit that they would run away from their home and return to a place called Springclan. The two slowly began to grow closer to each other until the two were inseparable. Spiritkitkit light the small kit's black heart and allowed her to open up her true self. One day a fire broke out in the house killing her family and Spiritkit as Crosskit was unable to do anything. Rushing into the forest she made the decision to join Springclan, just like Spiritkit and her planned to do. When she grows older and becomes a warrior she wants her warrior name to be Crossspirit in honor of Spiritkit. Rped by ForestWing F R O S T K i T (pool) This arrogant kit gets his personality from his father, Riverclaw's angry side. He goes by his own words over his friends'. He is a small blue-grey tom with yellow eyes. He dreams of adventure and wants to be the greatest fighter in the clan. Although he has a sharp tounge, he often does not mean what he says. He cares deeply about his friends although he tends not to show it. He usually never holds back any replies, which can sometimes lead him to trouble. He despises when people try to assist him unless he feels he really needs it. He belives his sister, Skykit is too soft. Rped by supersonic856 S K Y K i T (dapple) This she-kit is Frostkit's sister. She has fluffy white fur and green eyes. She can think fast under pressure despite how worried she may be. She always gives words of encouragement to each and every one of her clanmates. She wishes that Frostkit would act more like their father and less like an angry fox. Although she cares very much about her brother, she just wants him to be a bit more sensitive. She loves to hunt and she is very quick on her feet. Her loyalty will always be with SpringClan. Rped by supersonic856 P R I S T I N E Very young she-cat with White, and black blotches along her pelt, and one spot along her tail. Black paws, dark eyes, almost black that seem to look inside you. Quite curious, and does not listen well to others, getting her in trouble at almost every corner, though it may take a while she does what she's told. Lost her mother at a very young age. Began wandering, but found no homes, so she get's meals from strange two legged creatures. They seem to leave her alone, at best stroking her back. Doesn't really know what manners are, so she wings it, this leaves her very little friends, which doesn't really bother her much. Rped by:Araqui E N D L E S S K I T(MOON) A beautiful spotted brown she-cat with pale green eyes. She is very friendly, and is very ambitious to become the greatest warrior who has ever lived. But she can also be a crab. So watch it. As a kit, she was very quiet, and obedient, but lonely. She loves being alone in the forest, just sitting there, closing her eyes, and listening to the natural sounds. She has a strong imagination, too. She is always teased about her kittypet mother, but they don't know that her father was a real wild cat. She might be teased at, but she stands tall and proud of herself. Endlessmoon is a very unique cat. Sure, she is a mix of a kittypet and a real wild cat. No, not clan cats, giant wild cats that live very far away from the clans. Her ears, long and tall, and her body, slim and tall, and her long legs, making her a good hunter. She wants to be nothing more than a warrior. RPed by carcinoGeneticist F E A T H E R K I T(fall) A sweet light grey she-cat with light blue eyes. Featherfall was the runt of her litter and having two older brothers Badgerkit and Smokekit, she has learned how to act like a tom and be tough. She still has a soft girly side to her to, shes like having the best of both worlds. Her mother is Thymetail but she looks more like her father. Featherfall is fast and swift like her mother but she has her fathers personality. She wants to have a mate and kits as well some day. Rped by Tanglecloud S H E E P K i T { fluff } Wild and cheerful, no one can seem to keep Sheep still for a minute. This she-cat is somewhere one moment and somewhere else the next. No one seems able to keep track of her and it seems like she'll pop up at the oddest and haphazardest times of all, so beware. Fluffy and untamed golden fur with white patches coats her average frame and her eyes are a bright azure that could only be compared to the color of the sky. As hard as she tries, Sheep can't keep control of herself. She may have a mild case of ADHD, as she can never seem to stop moving or fidgeting, even through her sleep. Known to sleep talk, it impossible to catch a wink of sleep with her around. She may not be the best fighter around, but when it comes to hunting it's like she's a shadow that's ready to strike at any moment of any day. The she may look cute and fluffy, beneath her silly and odd charm she had thorn-sharp teeth and needle-like claws that she isn't afraid to use. Rp'd by Spottedfire54

We are the kits and we are the pride of the Clan. We spend our days playing in the sun under the watchful eyes of our protective mothers, fathers, and clanmates. We are mounds of sometimes troublesome energy but whenever we are in trouble we know we have our big extended family here to help us at any time. We are the kits.

*T A i N T E D K i T
Small, deadly, slightly..... Evil? Hmm. Well let's see. He places fire ants into his clanmate's nest, wastes prey, destroys the medicine cat's herbs. Some say he's just misunderstood, others say more. Bullies other kits, has no respect for elders, in which he calls 'Dirt bags'. What has this kit become? After his parents died, a rouge named Sirus took him in. Taintedkit was a fine specimen of a cat before his previous life with Sirus. What happened in such a short amount of time? His fur is the colour of dark grey, with black spots on his back. His eyes are a shade of pale blue, that can send constant shivers down your spine. He's deadly, and tainted. Rped by .:FantasyRose:.

*S T U N N i N G K i T [imagination]
No player boi can win my love. All I want is sweetness which is what i'm thinking of. Boys can be so mean, hands down in the dirt don't come clean and neither do toms. Always keeping something hidden from me. Ring the bell, I'll teach you something, 'coz your mother never taught you nothing. Toms make me feel insecure, intimidated. Tryin' to figure out how she-cats work; maybe we don't want you to know how we tick-tock. Ever thought of that? Listen up, turn it up. You player boi can't win my love, this sweet, cream and strawberry she-cat ain't having any of it. You'll have to lean with a gangsta stance, give me love not bad romance for me to accept you. Even then I make the first move, nothing left to chance. So don't you mess with me. You can't touch me; I'm on fire, I'm a strong fighter and I'll beat you until your tricks expire. You like my kicks? Lemme kick ya. Like a Tigerstar fan I'm going to bite ya. Baby gotta get real, if you want my dark amber eyes looking your way I'll tell you my secret... yeah, go get real. Don't mess with me. As long as you're not a tom, though, I'll inspire you to be a better person. Always willing to help out, always loyal to my clan. I have a passion to dance, singing is my talent. Artist? A little. So if you want your nest jazzin' up come find me. But if you want me, get ready to play. If you want me looking your way take my advice; Don't mess with me. RPed by ;; Cobwebpaw

E M E R A L D K i T
Named after her emerald green eyes, she has a clean, smooth, light gray Egyptian mau she-cat. She it leggy, and five moons of age. She is strong, with low, muscular shoulders and strong claws. Her paws are black, and her eyes have light blue tints in them. Her looks are peculiar, her personalty is two times that. She is dark, myserious, strange for a SpringClan cat. She is normally found day dreaming outside of camp in a hidey hole with precious tresures- strange stones, a pretty cool collection of feathers, and bramble to keep her place safe. She hides, and daydreams, and hates to be in a large crowd. RPed by: Evenpool

L I L L Y K i T
A beautiful brown tabby she-cat with golden yellow eyes. She is kind and caring, and never means to hurt anyone. She is very shy and it often, a little too often, found alone. She does not always want to be alone though, she likes company by cats she trusts, and knows most. She likes to run, her legs are strong which give her wonderful speed, balance, and jumps. her kindness and shyness always shows in her eyes. Her eyes are normally looking at her paws, head tilted, and a smile on her face when she is nervous. She wonders about her future everyday, and what the day may bring her next. She is clever and swift and her next turn may just make you freeze. Even though it doesn't show, she was also a kittypet before joining Springclan. her parents died in a fire to save her. With her home gone she traveled in the forest, the place were her father once lived. She told herself to trust no one ever since something that she doesn't like to talk about happened. She felt happy when she found the clan her father was once a member of. Even though she once was a kittypet she has a the heart and blood of a warrior. Rp'd by Readercat

*B L A Z E K i T(foot)
A ginger tom cat with green eyes that resembles the color of the rich green grasses in the territory. True to SpringClan form he is a bright and warm character with your typical warrior mind set. Although he has doubts about whether he should of been a medicine cat or a warrior there are no doubts about who is clan and family is. Although he was orphaned by his parents when they died saving him from a fire he holds a very deeply hidden guilt for their deaths. Having seen many of his family and his friends die he becomes emotionless and detacched when in comes to a death in the clan. He has a habit of hiding his fury and settling his differences on the battle field where he truly cuts loose and gets wild. When in battle Blazefoot feels in his element and feels as if no one can beat him. He has respect for Eclipsestar, Thicketbush, and Electricpersonality where he often finds himself envying their positions because he feels over looked sometimes. A loud and boisterous little tom with a big heart and the love of helping who ever is in need. He has always shown promise and strives to be the best warrior he could be. He sees nothing better than eventually dieng for his clan somehow. If you ask some cats they can say he is cocky but he truly isn't. He is just highly confident in his abilities and only uses them for good. RP'd by Wildcoat.

C O L D K i T
A dark gray kit with black eyes. She loves to fight but would never hurt another clan member.Doesnt like her name, but doesnt complain. Loves her mother Dawnheart very much, and wants to grow up to be as strong and brave as her.May look mean on the outside but is very tender hearted once you get to know her.
Family:Dawnheart

P A N T H E R K i T(pelt)
This great creature advance's towards you, its eyes gleaming dangerously. It licks its lips, like it just ate the juiciest mouse or is about to. You start to scream for help but are interupted by a giggle of mischief. A small, petite, black she-cat steps out, looking pleased with herself. Her purple eyes are dancing with laughter and she winks. "This is SpringClan. No panthers roam here. Just flowers and cats. " She says in a beautiful high octave. This is Pantherpelt. She was born a loner out in a field that had one lone hollowed out tree that she lived in. She didn't spend very long there though. Only about 3 moons. Then, giant twolegs monsters came and tore up her home. They destroyed the herb patch that she was growing which really made her mad, which she hardly ever is. She let her mother carry her away from her mom and take her to SpringClan to be a warrior. She liked it in SpringClan better. It suited her personality better, but not her looks. She is very mischievious, playful, funny, and loyal and would die for SpringClan. The scent of roses always floats around her, like an aura. She wears herself with pride and loves anything and everything. Doesn't care much for fighting and would rather hunt herbs than prey but she is ajustible. She loves playing with kits and thinks that it will be a while until she stops her antics to settle down and start a family possibly. Rp'd by Catlover1023

*F O R B I D D E N K i T[intentions]
Unlike his mother, Pleasantintensity, Forbiddenintentions doesn't always look on the bright side of life. In fact, he is firmly settled on the 'cup-half-empty' side of it. His fur is a bland grey, wiry in some places, static in others. His eyes match his mothers, though he refuses to admit it. He doesn't want to look like any of his family. Not that he doesn't love them, he does, just he is embarrassed to be seen with them. This unruly tom aims to become leader, just like his father, Quartzstar. And he won't let anything stand in his way. As a kit, in play he would always be leader, ordering his siblings [ Deepest ; Trustworthy ; Mixedberry ; Destined ; Ceased ] round. He worked hard as an apprentice, wanting to be the best he could be. Becoming leader is the only thing he dreams about. He has no other aim in life. No spirit to do anything else. His mother doesn't approve of his attitude, as he can be spiteful, stuck-up and rude but she knows that he does have a warm side. Though he shows it rarely to anyone other than his siblings. Rp'd by Cobwebpaw

S O N G K i T (wind)
Songkit. Oh, what a pretty kitty. So graceful, so pretty. Songkit is a regular dream cat, with her long silver tabby fur, and her beautiful teal eyes. She loves to be called a pretty kitty, and thinks herself the princess of the clan. Indeed, many cats coddle her because of her beauty.She love flowers and butterflies, and rainbows, and her brother Swiftpaw. Songkit's greatest ambition is to become medicine cat, although that dream probably won't last, since she is a flirt, and would probably flout the "No mating medicine cats" rule the second she got he warrior name. So for now,she is sweet, silly Songkit. Rped by Zeezy13

*H E A T H E R K I T {pelt}
It's the way she looks at you; that's if you notice her in the dead of night. You seeing her face as you walk on by. It sets you alight. Reminds you of what you just let slip by. Better you let her memory die and draw strength and walk on through the night. Better you pass on by and walk on though the night. But it's to late. You are now forever in this state of crippling shyness whenever you see her walking by, Maybe by daylight her effect isn't strong. Just another she-cat going about her business. Hit dusk and you're her victim. Pearly blue irises watch you from the undergrowth, drawing you in; curiosity taking over your mind. The eyes step out from the shadows, greeting you with a longing gaze. You're breath is taken away. Running down the back of this silky black she-cat is a white stripe. The image of a badger fills your imagination. But is gone in a flash. What was that you'd just thought of? Guess since you forgot it no longer matters. Ha. You guessed wrong. Just like a badger, this feline holds her long tail close to her body, you can't see it flicking from side to side. Long claws; strong legs; stout body. She has a strange nocturnal nature, though you do see her round in the day. She may not seen the fast type but she can cover a good distance if she wants to, just like a badger really. This she-cat really is a stunner, in personality and sleek appearance. Don't let her take you captive, for she will without a second thought. Play with you. Tease you. Lead you on. If I were you, don't go out after dark. Her name you better remember and remember well; Heatherpelt. Rp'd by Cobwebpaw

*Crosskit [Spirit]

When Crosskit was little she lived with two loving and kind two-legs. One known to her as Mama and Papa, they had one problem, they could not produce any kits so in turn they found Crosskit in a box at the side of the road and took her into their life. Growing up Crosskit was spoiled to no end! Getting nothing but the finest milk and tuna her favorite. She use to prance around the neighborhood showing off her dazzling diamond collar with a shinny name plate. Because she was so flashy no one wished to become her friend and she was often left alone sitting by the window sill gazing at the other kit's play. Growing up like this turned her into a spoiled kit, soon no longer wishing to seek friends she shut out everyone and thing that tried to be friends with her except her family. One day the family brought home another kitten her age named Spiritkit. Spiritkit was an open and friendly kitten who tried no matter how hard to become friends with her. He told her of stories of "wild" cat's that live in places like Winter, Summer, Fall and Spring. Curious, one day Spiritkit made a promise with Crosskit that they would run away from their home and return to a place called Springclan. The two slowly began to grow closer to each other until the two were inseparable. Spiritkitkit light the small kit's black heart and allowed her to open up her true self. One day a fire broke out in the house killing her family and Spiritkit as Crosskit was unable to do anything. Rushing into the forest she made the decision to join Springclan, just like Spiritkit and her planned to do. When she grows older and becomes a warrior she wants her warrior name to be Crossspirit in honor of Spiritkit. Rped by ForestWing

F R O S T K i T (pool)
This arrogant kit gets his personality from his father, Riverclaw's angry side. He goes by his own words over his friends'. He is a small blue-grey tom with yellow eyes. He dreams of adventure and wants to be the greatest fighter in the clan. Although he has a sharp tounge, he often does not mean what he says. He cares deeply about his friends although he tends not to show it. He usually never holds back any replies, which can sometimes lead him to trouble. He despises when people try to assist him unless he feels he really needs it. He belives his sister, Skykit is too soft.
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S K Y K i T (dapple)

This she-kit is Frostkit's sister. She has fluffy white fur and green eyes. She can think fast under pressure despite how worried she may be. She always gives words of encouragement to each and every one of her clanmates. She wishes that Frostkit would act more like their father and less like an angry fox. Although she cares very much about her brother, she just wants him to be a bit more sensitive. She loves to hunt and she is very quick on her feet. Her loyalty will always be with SpringClan.
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P R I S T I N E
Very young she-cat with White, and black blotches along her pelt, and one spot along her tail. Black paws, dark eyes, almost black that seem to look inside you. Quite curious, and does not listen well to others, getting her in trouble at almost every corner, though it may take a while she does what she's told. Lost her mother at a very young age. Began wandering, but found no homes, so she get's meals from strange two legged creatures. They seem to leave her alone, at best stroking her back. Doesn't really know what manners are, so she wings it, this leaves her very little friends, which doesn't really bother her much. Rped by:Araqui

E N D L E S S K I T(MOON)
A beautiful spotted brown she-cat with pale green eyes. She is very friendly, and is very ambitious to become the greatest warrior who has ever lived. But she can also be a crab. So watch it. As a kit, she was very quiet, and obedient, but lonely. She loves being alone in the forest, just sitting there, closing her eyes, and listening to the natural sounds. She has a strong imagination, too. She is always teased about her kittypet mother, but they don't know that her father was a real wild cat. She might be teased at, but she stands tall and proud of herself. Endlessmoon is a very unique cat. Sure, she is a mix of a kittypet and a real wild cat. No, not clan cats, giant wild cats that live very far away from the clans. Her ears, long and tall, and her body, slim and tall, and her long legs, making her a good hunter. She wants to be nothing more than a warrior.
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F E A T H E R K I T(fall)
A sweet light grey she-cat with light blue eyes. Featherfall was the runt of her litter and having two older brothers Badgerkit and Smokekit, she has learned how to act like a tom and be tough. She still has a soft girly side to her to, shes like having the best of both worlds. Her mother is Thymetail but she looks more like her father. Featherfall is fast and swift like her mother but she has her fathers personality. She wants to have a mate and kits as well some day. Rped by Tanglecloud

S H E E P K i T { fluff }
Wild and cheerful, no one can seem to keep Sheep still for a minute. This she-cat is somewhere one moment and somewhere else the next. No one seems able to keep track of her and it seems like she'll pop up at the oddest and haphazardest times of all, so beware. Fluffy and untamed golden fur with white patches coats her average frame and her eyes are a bright azure that could only be compared to the color of the sky. As hard as she tries, Sheep can't keep control of herself. She may have a mild case of ADHD, as she can never seem to stop moving or fidgeting, even through her sleep. Known to sleep talk, it impossible to catch a wink of sleep with her around. She may not be the best fighter around, but when it comes to hunting it's like she's a shadow that's ready to strike at any moment of any day. The she may look cute and fluffy, beneath her silly and odd charm she had thorn-sharp teeth and needle-like claws that she isn't afraid to use.
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We are the Elders. We are the wisdom the clan looks to in times of hardship. We are relied upon still even in retirement by the Leader who rountinly seeks our guidance in issues one mind can not pick apart. We serve as part of the cousil for the clan along with the Leader, Deputies, Medicine Cats, and Senior Warriors. Although often grumpy we always have time for a story as long as your changing our bedding in return. We are the oldest cats in the clan and we represent the keys to the past. We hold the stories and memories of the old days in SpringClan but we still embrace our Warrior hearts.	*M E A D O W G R A S S Named because of his tall stature Meadowgrass resembles the grasses that can sometimes tower over the cats. He has long spindly legs and big open ears. His deep chocolate brown fur hides him amongst the brush when hes stalking and his short fur lets him swim and dry quickly. For whatever reasons he is fond of the water and always has been even since being a kit. Since now he is the oldest cat in the clan he has a more relaxed and laid back life and his biggest worry is who is going to change his bedding. A naturally mellow cat who loves to be outside in the sun. He is known for occasionally sneaking out and hunting his own prey. He loves telling stories to the kits but will often shoo them away to help Eclipsestar with her problems when he is needed. Even despite not being related he is a father figure to Thicketbush who since as a kit has bugged and tailed him and when he became his mentor their bond grew. He walks with a distinct limp after a war with a neighboring clan left him permanetly scarred and he could no longer fight or hunt without some amount of pain. It took him moons to get used to being and elder but now that he has he has began to enjoy it Rped by Wildcoat

We are the Elders. We are the wisdom the clan looks to in times of hardship. We are relied upon still even in retirement by the Leader who rountinly seeks our guidance in issues one mind can not pick apart. We serve as part of the cousil for the clan along with the Leader, Deputies, Medicine Cats, and Senior Warriors. Although often grumpy we always have time for a story as long as your changing our bedding in return. We are the oldest cats in the clan and we represent the keys to the past. We hold the stories and memories of the old days in SpringClan but we still embrace our Warrior hearts.

*M E A D O W G R A S S
Named because of his tall stature Meadowgrass resembles the grasses that can sometimes tower over the cats. He has long spindly legs and big open ears. His deep chocolate brown fur hides him amongst the brush when hes stalking and his short fur lets him swim and dry quickly. For whatever reasons he is fond of the water and always has been even since being a kit. Since now he is the oldest cat in the clan he has a more relaxed and laid back life and his biggest worry is who is going to change his bedding. A naturally mellow cat who loves to be outside in the sun. He is known for occasionally sneaking out and hunting his own prey. He loves telling stories to the kits but will often shoo them away to help Eclipsestar with her problems when he is needed. Even despite not being related he is a father figure to Thicketbush who since as a kit has bugged and tailed him and when he became his mentor their bond grew. He walks with a distinct limp after a war with a neighboring clan left him permanetly scarred and he could no longer fight or hunt without some amount of pain. It took him moons to get used to being and elder but now that he has he has began to enjoy it Rped by Wildcoat

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RubyClan~

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STAFF MEMBERS
Queen: Ashenfate
Prince: Cheap-Carny-Ride
Crusader: Salamanderfoot
Herbalist: Tempestfrost
Herbalist Novice: {YourWorstNightmare}

RUBYCLAN NEWS

We are OPEN for Joining

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Battle Link - VC vs. RC: x

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WELCOME TO RUBYCLAN
Long live the Queen! Welcome, darling travelers. You have stumbled upon a beautiful place. The skies here are brighter, the grass is greener, and the world is larger. RubyClan rests in a cozy valley. The way the clan is run is different than other clans, similar to the other Outcast Clans. However, RubyClan has changed its set-up, turning its back on the original life of a warrior.

Rubyclan cats are strong and fast. They have great jumping skills and an undying loyalty to their King or Queen. They have a ranking system that is unique to their surroundings. The leader is known as the King or Queen, the deputy, their heirs; the Prince or Princess. To learn more, check out the Members page, or maybe even head to the Glossary. Everything will be explained better there. If you want to join, we also have a joining thread located at the bottom of this page.

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Warrior Cat Clans

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Do not edit, Dappledkit is fixing this page up~

A message to all leaders: Do not change the fonts in any way shape or form. This is to keep this page looking nice and united, since this is only an information page. We are a community, and it's rather hard to look through descriptions and then see one clan that has a different font than all the others. I've spent a lot of time on this layout to insure that this page is easy to read for most members and I do not appreciate any creative ideas that may be added to this page.

"A Place Where Black & White Is Washed Away By The Colors Of Creativity"

The Origin of Classic

The forest clans where the founding clans of warrior cat clans two classic. Even though many new groups and old groups have come and gone over time, these four clans have always been at the heart of it. Become a member of the sunny fields known as DayClan's territory, become one with the night in NightClan's camp, learn the importance of the moon and the wisdom behind it in MoonClan, and learn to enjoy the warmth of the sun and its loving embrace in the forests of SunClan's territory. Each clan has a unique trait that has no comparison. Choose wisely

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Playful, Wise, Bright, and Full of Zeal

DayClan's home is found in a large field, filled with many streams and glades. They are loyal and caring but, don't think you can take advantage of that. These cats are full of strength and strong will. They protect each other like a mother would her kits. They enjoy the sunlight and tall grass of the plains. They used to live in such a place, but were forced to move due to lack of prey. Many are unhappy about this, but they are happy in there new home.

Allies: None	Enemies: PondClan
Plots and Prophecies #1 -- Trip to Moonstone [ Journey of Her life ] #2 -- New Deputy [ From Rabbit to Hare ] #3 -- Fury [ Fighting amongst family ]

Staff Members

Leader: Cobwebpaw
Deputy: Ashenfate (For Plot.)
Co-Deputy: None
Medicine Cat: Kibbythekat

Joining Thread

Ceremonies Thread

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Staff Members

Leader: .:Midnightfrost:.

Deputy: Kaphex

Co-Deputy: Tempestfrost

Medicine Cat: Zellix

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Swift, Fierce, Noble, and Dark

NightClan is made up of cats that enjoy the essence of night. Our hunts, patrols, and even dreams involve the night sky and moon glowing above our heads. We hunt by the night's glow. We grow with the moon's phases. On our territory we share borders with DayClan and MoonClan, with the distant SunClan only barely touching our woods. We also have a babbling brook the runs through our territory, dividing it in two. As you can tell, most of our territory is made up of forest, but there is an area near our camp that turns to rock and hill, mountain and cave alike

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Silent, Loyal, Fierce and Protective

MoonClan is a silent and fiercely protective Clan that dwells in the forest with the other Clans. Like NightClan, we prefer to hunt by the moonlight. We can catch most anything, from mice to birds and even to fish. Our territory consists of a lot of trees with a flat plain that stretches on as far as the eye can see. We keep to ourselves most of the time and are known to not cause trouble with the other Clans. But don't take us for granted; we will protect our Clanmates and our territory with our lives.

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Leader Warriorscatsrock219
Deputy: euphoria
Co-Deputy: courageheart

Medicine Cat: Whitemuzzle

Joining: Closed
Ceremonies
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Staff Members

Leader: catlover1023

Deputy: None

Co-Deputy: None

Medicine Cat: TBA
MCA:None

Joining: Link(Open)
One big mass Tryout Thread

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Graceful, Strong, Full of Welcoming
We are the graceful and strong SunClan. Our cats prowl the forest with the other Clans that dwell there. We live on an open part of the territory where sun is always shining into our camp. We prefer keeping to ourselves and are not known to be especially troublesome. We are usually at peace with the other Clans but we will fight do the death if you threaten us. We will take and defend the territory that is rightfully ours. We don't always accept non-Clan cats, but if you are willing to be loyal to our Clan and leader, your skills are always appreciated.
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The Spreading of Ideals

The Mountain Clans soon followed the forest clans and were added to classic in 2008. These clans are used to high altitudes and are named after the four seasons, even though the cats of classic still use the names "Leaf-Fall, New-Leaf, Green-leaf, and Leaf-Bare" SpringClan is known for its floral scent, SummerClan for its dusty grass enriched scent, WinterClan for its frosty cold pine scent, and FallClan is known for its leafy smell. Each clan lives in a different part of one of the two mountain ranges on Classic.

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Peaceful, Loving, Loyal, Cunning
Peace, love, SpringClan. We are the cats who tend to prefer peace over war, love over hate. Don't be mistaken, though, if you wrong us we will fight you, and we will win. Many mistake our kindness for weakness, but we are just as strong, if not stronger, as all the other Clans. We love everyone, and will give everyone a fair chance to speak their mind. We accept anyone into our Clan within reason, and will love them just as we love all of our other Clanmates. Every member is loyal to SpringClan, and will willingly fight to the death to protect our Clan. We strictly follow the Warrior-Code, but are not afraid to do what we believe is right for the Clan, even if it strays a bit from the code. We are intelligent and smart, and often use our minds rather than brute strength to win a battle. Brute strength, of course, is not a strong-point of those living in these flowery plains, but that doesn't mean we can't win a battle. We are charismatic and easy to get along with. We tend to be the kind of cats everyone wants to be around. Well, one thing's for sure. You don't want us as enemies.
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Enemies: Unknown

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Leader: Riverpebble
Deputy: Cleaver:D
Co-Deputy: Guppy_Girl
Medicine Cat: tryouts being held

Joining: Thread
Ceremonies: Done
A/C: Done

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Genuine, Inspiring, Forgiving, Strong-Willed
The words of all are only described in the simple plans of love, strength, trust, and simplicity. Well, at least SummerClan can. Their spirit is simply astounding, to a cat, or person how has never seen true endearing charcter to each other. If only those words would really mean something, to one that would kill, or take from ones they used to look up to. These simple words are truely inspiring to the ones we love, or even dispise, because it shows we're stronger tha

n any should estimate. To each small word, theres no stronger point than love. As our morals point, we guard our clan with our lives, to the extent, that we have Sun-Guards, a special group of protectors that saved the clan from devistation, even if it means a toturous, pain-full demise. Elite's cats that have proven they deserve a rightful spot as the warriors on the front lines. These cats are a life perserver, will you join us and find our way life, to be fitting, and Worthy of the Strength and Courage ofSummerClan?

"No striking evidence of justice can be taken, only found on a whim,"
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Playful, Caring, Vigilant, and Noble
Cunning, swift, playful, noble, the cats of the trees, one with the forest around them, this is what FallClan is to it's member. A home that stays peaceful and quiet more often than not. One wouldn't believe this clan to be feirce in battle because of it's sweet and caring members. They see us as a bunch of over-fed kittypets, but they have another thing coming when they fight us. In battle we are as fierce as a tiger. A clan of nobality and truth, when a battle presents itself before us, we don't rush to arms like some other clans. We prefer to solve their problems with words. If anything, FallClan will always live by one simple rule: Don't judge a book by it's cover because appearances can be decieving.

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Staff Members

Leader: Spottedfire54
Deputy: .:FantasyRose:.
Co-Deputy: .:Vesper:. & Leafpool12
Medicine Cat: Dappledkit

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Ceremonies Thread
A/C Thread

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Staff Members

Leader: Mousely

Deputy: Amberflame

Co-Deputy: None

Medicine Cat: kittzkat

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Hostile, Guarded, Potent and On The Fence
At the peak of the mountain where this Clan calls home, strength is nice, but survival is vital. Winterclan, where visitors are rarely welcome, there is a price for everything and the snow can be crimson for long, considering it rarely melts away. They stay up in their arctic enviornment and typically don't like to get mixed up with the affairs of other clans. Don't think for a moment they are weak! Tested on this once, they refuse to fail and do whatever it takes to get out on top. They're a mixed bag, Winterclan, composed of black and white stones that create a gray whole when looked at from a distance. Some lean toward Starclan, others the Dark Forest, but they will stay neutral until pulled in a direction.
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The Ones Who Remained

The Survival Clans are the remaining clans from the old Element Clans and the old Water Clans. Of the eight clans, four remain. BrookClan and PondClan are from the Water Clans while EarthClan and WaterClan are the two remaining elemental clans. The four clans that were deleted were FireClan, AirClan, CreekClan, and RippleClan. BrookClan and PondClan prefer to stay near the waters on Classic's territory while WaterClan and EarthClan tend to keep to themselves.

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Leader: Riverpebble
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Medicine Cat: Dappledkit

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BrookClan cats enjoy the muddy banks at the end of the river where the four River Clans lived. The members of BrookClan are used to the warm humid air and the soft ground along the banks. They hunt fish and other small things along the banks. Brookclan and Pondclan survived a great disaster and now they live near Waterclan and Earthclan

Allies: None

Enemies: PondClan

Leader: Angellewing
Deputy: Ace of Spades
Co-Deputy: None
Medicine Cat: Nightdream14

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A/C Thread: None at the moment.

Leader: Silver.*.Angel
Deputy: Jazz
Co-Deputy: None
Medicine Cat: Emoxify

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Stubborn, Sneaky, Witty, Brave
EarthClan, the clan where the brooks snap, the stars glare and a leaf pass a hare's whisker on its journey on the morning stream. EarthClan is the clan where the stars lead to true redemption and everyone has a place. Weak or strong, the kindhearted cats are sure to treat you as their own.These cats have their wits about them, but are very loyal and brave. They will fight for what they believe in, and it is said that that stubborness found fluidly among clanmembers will lead to their downfall. Their territory lies in between BrookClan and WaterClan, and they are fit perfectly for their unique land. So, why don't you take the time to stop by? You won't be dissappointed.

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PondClan territory is located on an island with beautiful and lush forests. Rivers, brooks, creeks ponds surround our territory, but, luckily, they never flood. Despite all that happens, we manage to stay one of the only Clans who's never battled another Clan. Our main prey consists of mice, voles, squirrels, rabbits, and many types of birds and fish. Lake Guards are appointed to protect and defend the Clan at the cost of their lives. They are regarded with high respect and are privelaged to protect the leader. Survived a disaster with Brookclan...

Allies: WaterClan, SpringClan

Enemies: DayClan, BrookClan

Leader: Naturecat
Deputy: reflect
Co-Deputy: 322er
Medicine Cat: Houndour

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Leader: Veroar

Deputy: NightShower

Co-Deputy: Try-Outs

Medicine Cat: Try-Outs

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Elegant, Intelligent, Clever, Cunning

Unlike the rest, we are vigorous in the water

while others fear it. It is the core of our morals, nature, and habits. It courses through us, surging with power and the clarity for our cleverness and beauty. It provides us with nourishment, the fish plentiful and fresh. Our kits grow strong and sturdy and our elders remain bright and beneficial. Water makes us what we are - Waterclan, the cunning and elegant. And, no, we aren't elaborating. Our Leader, Blazingstar will show you around. But if you find her intimidating, our Deputy or Co-Deputy can show you the camp without a problem. If you are interested in joining WaterClan, you had better know your place.

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The Shunned and Desolate
Originally only composed of InfinityClan, CrowClan, VenomClan, and AuroraClan, the OutCast clans are the four clans on classic that don't follow the typical set up that the other clans hold. Two of these clans, CrowClan and VenomClan are evil and corrupted while the other two, RubyClan and AshClan are simply misunderstood. There are often fights between these four clans since they are known to have trouble keeping a stable relationship between the two good and two evil clans.

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Unyielding, Determined, Bleak, and Agile
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Small of build with a broader chest than the rest of the clans, AshClan cats mainly have an ash grey or black furred coat because of the molten rock they live so close to, though other colors are known to be seen in the clan, these are the two most prominent. These small cats are strong and lithe, their eyes are keen, and they have the strength to keep them from eating for days. They also have great stamina, helping them run long distances for longer periods of time compared to the other clans. These traits are important for the small clan because of the volcanic region they live in. Loyal and brave, never doubt the abilities of an AshClan cat. They work hard to ensure they surivive, especially since they were forced to leave their home twice. Once as DawnClan and one as AuroraClan. Their paradise was taken from them twice, no wonder the group is so stubborn.

Allies: None

Enemies: PondClan

Ace: Valiantconqueror
Luminary: paynesofglass
Missionary: BluestarRocks!
The Healer: Ashenfate

Joining: Thread
Ceremonies Thread
A/C Thread

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Scion: None
Shadow See'r: Name here

Joining: Thread
Ceremonies Thread
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Belligerent, Spiteful, Dogmatic and Manipulative
Have you ever wondered what hides in the shadows? What lives solely by the power of persistance and evil? What haunts your most horrid of nightmares? Well, by entering the territory of the land of crows, you will find out. You'll be signing your death wish, and putting yourself in the mercy, or lack their of, of the cats with the crow-colored souls. By waltzing into the territory, you are playing the role of the toy in the most deadly of kit games. CrowClan is not a clan to underestimate, expecially when you consider that their tongues taste for the rust of blood, and their eyes are set on the darkness that lurks in their trash heaps. CrowClan is the darkest of all of the groups, or so they think, and they prey on the evil in the souls of their opponents.

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.Honorable, Noble, Dignified, And Striking
Here in the Rubyclan Territory the skies are bright, the grass is greener and the world is larger. Rubyclan rests in a cozy valley & their dens are covered inside with a large ruby color and shine. Making the dens dark but bright enough to see the wonderful patterns shown on the walls. Rubyclan cats are strong and fast they have great jumping skills and strong loyalty. They have a unique system of cats and ranking system they have been based on a Royal Court and procedures and customs are like a royal court

Allies: None

Enemies: VenomClan

Queen: Ashenfate
Prince: Cheap-carny-ride
Crusader: Salamanderfoot
Herbalist: Tempestfrost

Joining: x
Ceremonies: x
A/C Thread: None

Strategos: Dappledkit

Commissioner: TBA

Overseer: TBA

Curendera: LittleSilver

Joining: Thread
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Cynical, Wicked, Demented, and Bitter
A wandering loner crossed two paths that diverged in a yellow wood. The First Road leads to darkness, dismay, and doom. The Second Road leads to freedom, tranquility, and harmony. Weak minded fools travels down the path of happiness and harmony. However, the strong take the path less traveled on, which makes all the difference. Those who take the path of darkness meet their fate at the claws of VenomClan. The Strategos decides whether the traveling loner is strong enough to join. The piety fools will not prevail and perish under the claws of the Strategos. However, the raw power of the skilled adventurers will be accepted into VenomClan. However, the training of all VenomClan Cats doesn't end upon arrival. The Strategos forces all Gladiators and Rookies to train their hardest everyday. These rigorous training sessions strengthen even the most elite and skilled Gladiators. So, are you up to the challenge? Do you have what it takes to join the power & fury possessed by VenomClan?

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The most recent additions to classic, the Enlightened groups are the groups that protect and honor their fellow clans on WCC2. Although both have a very different lifestyle, you will be welcomed no matter where you are from. Avalon Everlasting lives in the large city while Lithium is fairly recluse, hidden behind the lush green hills at the edge of Classic's Territory

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Good Natured, Loyal, Valiant, and True
Lithium cats are generally well-natured cats and are extremely loyal. They are known for their excellent fighting skills and are also known to be merciless when in combat. They have one weakness and that is water. Many of them cannot swim or can only swim very weakly. Against a cat from Waterclan for example they would have no chance.

Allies: None

Enemies: PondClan

Exalted: Mocking
Commander:Nightdream14
Captain: alwaysbelievexd
Carver: xxsunlight

Joining: Open (Link TBA)
Ceremonies: Over
A/C: Over

President: houndour
Vice President: Specklepelt
Commander: Ripplespirit
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Joining: Finally open :D
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Ceremonies Thread (Soon to come)
A/C: Over, May Reclaims Over

Other news: Next AC: June 3rd-8th

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The City Awaits.
Two sides of the same coin. One above and one below, the city is now protected by those who live below. Those above are the diplomats, traveling across the land learning and discovering new things to bring back to the city, so they can teach and prosper. While those below are honing their fighting skills, in preparation for an attack which of course will come. They live under the city, protecting those above like shadows. The question remains, will you dare enter the city, knowing what lies below?

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cobwebpaw — Wed, 23 May 2012 14:47:13 CDT

You may have 10 cats max as long as you are an active role-player.
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		Toystar ;; RP'ed by Cobwebpaw
		Bit by bit. Torn apart. Never winning. But yet she battles on. She's suppose to be the sister who never blows her composure, even if the weight of the world is hanging on her shoulders. Toysoldier doesn't show it but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel it. This adorable, smoky-grey, pea-green wide eye'd feline focuses her attention on her younger sister Mockingbird as much as the clan. Toysoldier's life hasn't been as dreadful as her sisters. She was born when their parents were close. When they loved each other and cared about the clan. Her sister only knew the last stage of her parents clan life. This strong feline tried not to drag Mockingbird into their parents feud, tried not to let Mockingbird cross the line into the arguments but still she crossed it. Even though Toysoldier won the battle with getting her parents out of the clan she lost it. Her sister was to far gone into the chaos. It was never her parents object for someone to get hurt, why would they destroy something they helped build? So now Toysoldier is Mockingbirds front line. Fighting for Mockingbirds life, wanting it to get better. She doesn't want her sister to be in the dark forever. She is willing to die for her sister. Her loyalty is worth more than any reward. Step by step. Heart to heart. Left right left. Toysoldier and Mockingbird are locked in there little world, still fighting the past although they are warriors. Toysoldier is so caught in it she almost feels like she's the one who caused it, but that isn't true. Her intentions have always been good. Now as deputy of Dayclan she strives to pay as much attention to the clan as she does her sister and make sure each and every cat is cared for and looked after. She may have had a hard life but she never fails to try and right it. Always keeping her faith on the 'bright side of life.' Now, as leader of Dayclan, Toystar is trying to juggle her families life with her priorities. However hard it becomes, though, she knows that she has friends in the clan who are willing to help and she always has her deputy, Whiterabbit, to rely on.

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		Whiterabbit ;; RPed by Ashenfate
		Dainty, like a rare flower that prefers to bloom at night, Whiterabbit is an easily excitable young she cat with a strange defect, her pelt is a pale opaque white color and her eyes are pink. She is an albino, an outcast in her own clan. This young she cat never knew her father, MadHatter, and her strange defect is considered to be because of her mother’s old age. Her ears are delicate and small, her fur, a graceful medium length, and her tail is long and fluffy. Whiterabbit is energetic and silly, a lover of games, and a hater of harsh words. She doesn’t take well to being made fun of, and is always wanting to learn more about her mother and father. When she was born, her mother kept her hidden from the outside world the best she could, not wanting others to know of the strange young kit’s abnormalities. She is very sweet and kind to others because of her mistreatment. She has a very strong sense of justice and love and hopes to instill it in others of her clan.

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		Hiddenpath ;; Rp'ed by Kibbythekat
		Suddeny, Blackbird and Aruruletdance dissapeared that one day. Call it fate, destiny, or coincidence that Hiddenkit had been made a `paw that same day. And so she stepped forward. Now she finds the idea of warrors rediculous but still respects them. A long, luxurious white coat with brown tail, mask, and ears. Her faint blue eyes are unreadable. Hiddenpath is a master interpreter of phrophecies and omens. With a close connection with StarClan, even for a Medicine Cat. She's very sweet and kind to any and all cats. Beware...it's like setting off a bomb if you break the Warrior Code. This she-cat is emotionless...at least good at hiding her emotions. Funny how Hiddenpath could easily get into others minds. She knows the unknown. Ha, perhaps empty words, you could never read her thoughts. Her suspisious thoughts jump to conclusions. Her mind is simply to complex and secretive to see. Even though she can be narrow-minded, she is a passionate Medicine Cat who intends to heal the broken for many moons to come.

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Picture here		Forestpaw;; ForestWing
Picture here		Cunning, Wild and Adventurous these are the three traits that suit Forestpaw's personality. She has pale orange fur and stormy gray eyes. She has a fascination with flowers and could literally spend hours just studying them. She grew up in Dayclan all her life except for one time when she was little her and her brother Dawntrend were captured by a two-leg and was forced to live inside a small cage. She was terrified to the point where she wouldn't eat any more, if it wasn't for Dawntrend she would have died. She considers herself a thankful cat who is grateful to be living today. As she grew up, her and her brother bonded closer. Now they are always seen together as a close knit family. Her father was abusive towards her mother and in the end her mother left them for another tom cat leaving their father aiming his anger towards Dawntrend. During a storm Forestpaw decided to follow after a fox trail to prove to her father of her worthiness but she ended up with a confrontation of him near the edge of the cliff. Scared and alone her father began to close in closer towards her until Dawntrend leaped out of the bushes and tousled with their father. In the end they fell into a river at the bottom of the cliff. Racing over Forestpaw was able to save her brother before he plunged into the depths of the pool. Instead her farther without any help was left to drown alone in the darkness. Years passed on and she still has nightmares of her father seeking revenge on her. It wasn't until a couple of moons ago her father visited her in her dream. He made a promise with her to return to the waking world to kill her. Scared and not wanting her brother to be involved in this danger she decided to keep her secret. Every full moon her father visits her in her sleep telling her the same thing. She loves nothing more then gazing at the stars after a hard working day and going over her mentors advice of that day. She loves being a medicine cat apprentice and wishes nothing more but to be there for others. She looks up to Hiddenpath as her mentor and friend.

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●Shadewillow ;; Rp'd by WarriorsCatsRock219
Small black she-cat with darker black stripes and jet-black eyes. Her strange colouring gives her the ability to blend in with the darkness. Her parents were killed moons ago by some rogues and she was brought up by Shadowstripe. She is usually shy around strange cats, but is very social around her friends. Though she can be argumentative, she gets along well with most cats. She hoped to have a mate and kits one day.

●Dappledspirit ;; Rp'd by Dappledkit
A gentle and spirited she cat with long silky grey fur, Dappledspirit is a strong and active member of DayClan that doesn't take no for an answer. She is a considerate she cat that respects all members of her clan and will do anything to prove her loyalty. She worries constantly about what her mother, Willowstar, thinks of her in StarClan because for a time she spent her life as a loner, not feeling welcomed or loved in DayClan after her mother's passing. She has returned finally, feeling that she has grown up and matured well on her own. She named herself Dappledspirit, after a young tom she met while traveling. She seems distant at times and does not often communicate well with others.

●Virulentstare ;; Rp'd by Ashenfate
Poisonous eyes, oddly enough, her eyes seem to be just as peculiar as her brother's, Noxiousfire. Though hers are a bright, blinding green. Not many know that these two are related, they don't look all that much alike. Virulent has a white pelt, white as a cloud. And her tail is, oddly, bobbed. She is slightly more talkitive than her brother, but then again, she does have her silent times. She is more keen, swift, and sly. Her long legs make it easier to hunt, but her keen and sly mind make it easy in battle as well. There is not much to tell about this she-cat, but that it takes a lot to gain her trust and respect.. And that you should always watch your back around her.

●Beesting ;; Rp'd by WarriorsCatsRock219
Courageous. Stubborn. Hard-working. Respectful. All of these and more can describe this small yellow tom. His fur is as yellow as a sunflower in the middle of greenleaf, striped with black to resemble a bumblebee. His claws are abnormally long, giving him a small advantage in hunting and battles. His eyes...his eyes are something to behold. Round and violet in color, edged with aqua green around the pupil, they're like twin pools of acceptance that are easy to get lost in. He's quite the ladies man, attracting multiple young she-cats to him. Sometimes he can be a bit of a show-off, but he doesn't care; he'll do it anyway, even just to make someone mad! He may seem hard on the outside, but if you get past all the gloating and stubbornness, you'll find a sweet, caring tom. The Clan and his family mean the world to him, even if he doesn't know who his father was. He can be loud and obnoxious at times, but he's usually very quiet around others. Ah, yes; Beesting is quite the charmer. Don't let that fool you, though; he's a very tough opponent!

●Foxtail ;; Rp'd by WarriorsCatsRock219
Small tortoiseshell she-cat with a ginger tail that is fluffy and white-tipped like that of a fox. She is a fierce and loyal cat that would do anything to protect her Clan from harm. She loves being around her sublingd and is always play fighting with them. She has hopes to become leader one day, but knows the position won't just be handed to her. Hard-working and respectful, Foxkit has many friends.

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●Cloverspots ;; Rp'd by Dappledkit
A sandy colored tom with light green eyes. He has dark brown spots all over his fur and a white stomach. Cloverspots is always ready to play. He loves to be outside more than anything and can't wait until he is a warrior. He knows a little about herbs, but he is dead set on not being a medicine cat. He loves to be around other cats and wants to have a mate someday. He is fairly small for her age, but is lightning quick and will someday be a great hunter. He is energetic and loves to ask random questions.

●Noxiousfire ;; Rp'd by Ashenfate
Deep blazing ember eyes, the orange of a fire. This tom's pelt is an onyx black, muchly unlike his sister's, Virulentstare, but he seems to be more known for his eyes, fire.. They say. This tom is average size, not to much to remember him by, but his eyes. It seems to all lead back to them.. The fire within them, they seem to capture others, lead them into something, anything. Sometimes she-cats fall easily over him, but he is never the same way back. He has never found love, and is honestly not all worried about it. This tom is a silent type, but maybe if you knew him, you'd know why. It seems that when he does talk, his words are like daggers, stabbing. Piercing.. Nothing can tame this fire.

●Mockingbird ;; Rp'd by Cobwebpaw
Tears. Tears run down her cheeks. Her cheeks burning with embarrassment whenever someone talks to her. Embarrassment which she got from her parents through out the start of her life. Life isn't something we have control over and that's what destiny is. Through Mockingbird's smile and her laugh you can see the sadness in her eyes. She is scared. Always has been. Her father was never there for her. Her mother didn't care, always getting herself into trouble. Toysoldier, her sister, is the only reason she has gotten through life without breaking down. Both their brothers died as kits. They're all they have got in this world, when it spins, when it swirls, when it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls. Mockingbird is pretty but shy with moon-grey fur and peacock coloured eyes. She doesn't think herself as beautiful, she thinks herself as pointless. Just what her parents use to call her. Toysoldier keeps Mockingbird sheltered but the more protective her sister gets of her the more Mockingbird rebels. If this was all a dream it would be a nightmare. Her parents left the clan and she's never seen them again. For all she cares they are dead. Her sister would do anything for her just to see her smile.

●Dappledeyes ;; stelzibelz
A quiet gentle quiet She-cat with a trauma of fox's, due to an almost death experience when she was an apprentice.she enjoys looking after the kits in the nursery and Is expecting her own soon. She as a grayish-white pelt with black spots on her back and black tiger stripes running down her front legs and tail. her favourite thing to do is laze around in the sun's heat and share tongue's with her mate flamepelt. she is'nt very good at fighting but is amazing at hunting, they make quite a pair!

●Torrentpool ;; Rp'd by: .:FantasyRose:.

Crashing waves tower over you, but there is no escape... Dark shadows billow in the sky, rain pouring from its soul as you scream, but no one will hear your cries. Being swept away in a raging torrent isn't a pleasant thing to feel. Your mind becomes a blank pool, scrambled thoughts of panic swirling around rapidly. That's what it's like when you meet Torrentpool. His sleek, blue-grey fur, is as stormy as his attitude, and his ice blue eyes can see right through any cat. He is very quiet, keeping to himself at all causes. He has a infinite title for being 'stubborn' and 'hard-headed', but but does he really care? Nope. Actually, he could care less if the world was crumbling at his feet, again. Yes, he wasn't always like this.. He was a great tom, with a wonderful mate named Scarletcrystal. She died, drowning in the river after the water had rose. He blames himself, saying that if he hadn't of left to hunt, she'd be alive. Torrentpool's heart is tightly woven, no cat able to get in. Maybe it's his destiny to be alone for the rest of his life, or maybe the clouds will always be grey and dull. You never know what lies in a torrent pool.

●Heatwave ;; Rp'd by .:FantasyRose:.
Feisty. Fiery. A flame untamed, that's exactly what Heatwave is. He can be quite rambunctious, with his witty ways and smart answers for everything, quite the catch to she-cats. His fur is a dark ginger, with blazing amber eyes to match. Heatwave is the complete opposite of his brother, Coldfront. Two different souls connected with one past. Their mother, Horizonmoon, died giving birth to them, and after, their father, Levitatingspirit, left them abandoned. Even from a small age, Heatwave has shown all the best signs of a unforgettable warrior. His frame is muscular and tall, and he isn't afraid to show off a bit. Obnoxious? Yes, but he doesn't mean to be.. He's just, Heatwave.

●Coldfront ;; Rp'd by .:FantasyRose:.
Distant. Cold. A scarred shard, that's what Coldfront is. He hardly speaks to any cat, except his brother Heatwave that is. Ever since his mother's passing and father's departure, he seems to be closed off from the world. His pelt is a grey-blue color, and he has ice blue eyes. Coldfront has a very passive nature about him, that's makes it easy to speak to comfortably, who on the other hand, Heatwave, will stare you down until to confront him. He rarely smiles, but when he does, you can bet that the reason was important.

●Shadowstripe ;; Rp'd by WarriorsCatsRock219

a small, lithe blue-gray she-cat with black stripes and matching black paws. Her eyes are aqua green - strange for a cat - but she doesn't really mind. She is loyal to her Clan and would do anything to protect them; hopefully, she hasn't had to yet. She misses her deceased mate, Owlclaw, dearly, and vows to get her revenge on the dogs that killed him. She wants to be leader one day, but is willing to wait for as long as it takes.

●Cometflare ;; Rp'd by em1234
Coldhearted. From the day it started. The white tom with oddly colored eyes surveys you. His judgement - the most important one. The judgemental tom has made up his mind and it will never be changed. Persuasive, deceptive and harsh - Cometflare's heart is locked up far from reach. No cat can change him. His mind is made up before a word has been spoken. His eyes sink into you, as he double-checks to make sure he's certain about you. Of course, his mind is never changed no matter how many times he re-thinks. With a strikingly well groomed white pelt and two indifferently colored eyes - one icy blue eye and one emerald green one. Cometflare is a pesimistic and hateful cat who likes to be alone. He likes to mess with other cats' fates. You'd think of him as evil. No. He's just a fate changer.

●Archrose ;; Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Quiet. Sweet. Attentive. A good, warm-hearted cat. Archrose is a pretty pure white she-cat, with odd dark ginger markings on her pelt. Her eyes are of topaz, shining yellow orbs of bright light. This she-cat seems to make every day a smiling one. The air feels light, no tension to be found in miles. She often mysteriously stares off into space at times, thinking about all the wonderful things clan life has to offer her. Archrose wants a tom someday, who knows exactly want they want, the persistent, brave type. She has little patience for cats who observe themselves to be better than others, and speaks her very clever mind freely. That's Archrose for yah, as beautiful as a rose, but as direct as an archer's arrow.

●Rivermoss ;; RPed by Secretkit
Pale dusky brown she-cat, green eyes and a darker striped tail. A quiet beauty, with a soft, clever manner of speaking, she chooses to listen rather than speak and follow rather than lead. She does have a tendency to think too hard about things, and start to worry, but that's just a part of what makes Rivermoss loveable. She'll listen to your troubles, advise you, and worry about you, and always try to make you feel better, something she usually succeeds in. Take her for who she is, and you'll have a friend for life. There's nothing better than a friend for life, or even a love...

●Brackenfurl ;; RPed by Secretkit
A large dark ginger tom, with happy amber eyes. He's a charmer he is, and loves to take advantage of the effect he takes upon she-cats, teasing them and joking around, however always being careful not to hurt them, because he knows how hurtful it is to have your emotions toyed with, for, however handsome he is, he can somehow never catch the eyes of the she-cats whose company he longs for the most. A true and loyal friend and warrior, he will never let you down, literally, and always succeeds in his missions to make others laugh, as he is quite a hilarious cat.

●Halfwhisker ;; RPed by Secretkit
A skinny thick-furred gray tom with amber eyes, and as his name implies, he bears something like half whiskers on his muzzle, their other halfs having been sliced off by an enemy opponent in a battle as an apprentice. He is a proud tom, eager to impress, and always eager to teach and learn. Forget being rude to this young fellow, he will immediately become determined to force you to take back your comments, and isn't afraid to fight to be respected. Walks with an air of superiority unknown to most, and is well respected among his small circle of fiends. His rule is, if you respect him, he will respect you just the same amount. Betray him and his trust, and you've got a life and worldful of problems ahead of you.

●Crescendowisp ;; RP'd by .:FantasyRose:.
Crescendo, to gradually get louder in music. This silver she-cat is the same. When you first meet her, she is quiet, shy, and reserved, not really letting you in on much detail. As time goes by, she starts to open up, the mystery of it all coming off as a loud 'bang'. Crescendowisp has deep blue eyes, that reflect the stars when looked upon. She is very soft spoken and doesn't like to raise her voice, unless, you cross the wrong line. She can be your best friend, or your worst nightmare. She's quite the optimist, who believes anything can be accomplished with a little effort. She has undying faith in her starry ancestors above, and looks up to them for guidance. She can be slightly rambunctious at times, but like I said earlier, she gradually warms up to cats.

●Taint ;; RP'd by Kaphex
Intimidating. Handsome. Sly. These words describe Taint perfectly. He is a large pitch black cat with glowing green eyes. Other cats tend to find him rather intimidating yet striking and struggle to decide whether to confront him or just leave him alone. Some call him a rogue from his gruff voice and sharp features, he was once a rogue himself so those cats wouldn't be far wrong. Alot don't know whether to put trust in him. When he was a rogue, he used to raid clans with a large group destroying and taking as much as they could before disappearing into thin air, not seen again. But there he was on the ground in DayClan territory injured and starving and so he was taken in to the clan yet kept as a prisoner until he swore to obey the clan's rules until he was well enough to leave. It soon got to that time but he decided to stay as a loyal warrior to DayClan and that he will always be.

●Lilypool ;; RP'd by §Symphony§
A melodic note in her voice hints at a happy, joyful personality. Although she is known for her forgiving, light exterior, this she-cat is much deeper and mysterious than that. In fact, Lilypool is as mysterious as she is beautiful. She is a clever cat, but honest to the extreme. She never tells lies, but sometimes avoids giving the truth. She has a past that no one can even guess at, an a strange connection to a tom named Wynterswoop. Her appearance in Day Clan was certainly unexpected, and gave her the feeling of coming home after a long time. Unable to remember anything about herself, other than her name, Lily, she entered the camp in mingled confusion and astonishment. She proved her worth as a fighter and as a hunter, and was eventually accepted. There she met Wynterswoop, an acerbic tom who at first showed nothing but enmity towards her. But over time, she was drawn to him, as a small tributary is drawn to the larger river. Feeling that she couldn't explain began to grow inside her. Despite his attitude, she loved him. She was, perhaps, as honest, kind, and forgiving as he was rude. Her personality was as open and friendly as his was closed and indifferent. But for some reason, she cared about him. She grew close to him, and eventually had his kits. Lilypool's past is as inexplicable to her as it is to any other cat. But if she acted then as she does now, she was a just leader, strong, courageous, and willing to accept help from anyone. Lilypool is a slender, small she-cat, clothed in shimmering white fur. Her bright green eyes display a stark contrast to her pale fur. She has no markings on her pelt, only a small, smooth mark on the bottom of her right fore paw, that is shaped like a tear drop and is slightly gold in coloring. Most of the time it is hidden. Perhaps if everyone could see it- particularly older cats- Lilypool's past wouldn't be such a mystery. But as it is, the small mark holds no importance to her, and she considers it only a scar, remaining from some long-forgotten fight, the memory of which has fallen away from her. Lilypool forces herself to forget the past and instead live in the moment. She is modest, easy-going, and considerate. Her heart reaches out to all those in need. Lilypool feels responsible for her clanmates and will do anything to protect them. Especially Wynterswoop.

●Bluejay ;; Rp'd by §Symphony§
His name, is perhaps, the obvious name for a cat of his coloring and personality. Blue-gray fur, bright blue eyes, and a sometimes mischievous personality complete this young tom. His happy outlook on life, and his bright, teasing nature lead many to think that he is little more than a care free apprentice who finds joy in playing tricks on his disparaging elders, quite like the bird he was named for. Instead, Bluejay exhibits his outer cheer as a way to hide the pain that lurks deep within his heart. Most do not know he has a darker, more subdued side. But he does. Sometimes when his grief overwhelms him he hides in the forest from his clan, lest they see him in his pain. Bluejay does have reason to feel pain. As a kit his mother and father were killed by dogs, and only he and his two brothers, Mockingfeather and Silverfalcon survived. He was old enough at the time to remember them and mourn them. The three young cats managed to survive, and developed totally different personalities. Bluejay, the joker. Mockingfeather, the pessimist. Silverfalcon, the leader. Together they faced the odds and made it to Day Clan. Bluejay is often seen as the baby of the group, because he doesn't take his work seriously like his brothers do. He regrets this, but refuses to change his personality to suit the needs of others. Deep down he is fiercely loyal to his clan, and would do anything to prove it.

●Mockingfeather ;; RP'd by §Symphony§
With as coat as grey as misty rain, dark eyes that flash with pessimism and dislike, and a voice as deep and soft as the rustle of snakeskin, this tom is not the type to smile as he watches kits at play. Not to say he is uncouth. He is well refined, and never displays obvious fury or hatred in any form. He is simply indifferent towards the "petty" feelings of others. His heart is as frigid as winter. Perhaps his gloomy appearance- medium length gray fur, well groomed and sleek, but still, in a sense, looking dreary. A head held high in defiance of those around him. Dark brown eyes that seek neither forgiveness, understanding, nor acceptance. The light of annoyance that kindles therein is obvious to all, and is rarely absent. To explain his disposition would, perhaps, be difficult. In general he shows no emotion other than irritation at those around him, who insist on asking after his health, his mood, and other topics that he would rather keep to himself. Was he always so reclusive? No. As a kit he was happy and care free, though perhaps only comparatively. But when his parents were killed by a pack of dogs, he and his siblings, Bluejay and Silverfalcon, were forced from their homes. Silverfalcon took the role of leader, Bluejay the role of joker, and Mockingfeather became a pessimist. Constantly jeering at their fragile hopes and dreams, seeming to find solace in tearing down their joy. Perhaps this is only his way to hide the pain hidden within, but perhaps his pain has already taken his mind and twisted it into the mind of a cat who cannot function without witnessing the same pain in others. One could say that he is sadistic in a way, without truly realizing it himself. If he did, he would probably treat the revelation with indifference. Mockingfeather rarely shows emotion to anyone, preferring instead to watch the silly dramas that unfold between his clanmates. Any who speak to him receive in payment for their troubles no more than harsh words and rebuke. Mockingfeather has spent his life building walls around himself. The only question is, did he build them to keep other cats out, or to see who cared enough to climb over them?

●Silverfalcon ;; RP'd by §Symphony§
His voice is perhaps the very stem of his authority. Rich, deep, calm, and always prepared to deliver justice. Silverfalcon was born a natural leader. Even as a kit he partook in few games with the others, preferring instead to watch and moderate their arguments. His dealing with others are always fair and guileless, his personality encourages others to befriend him. He is a likeable tom, for he depends on simple diplomacy and quiet reasoning rather than sharp claws and harsh words. He sees little need for fighting, and this tendency has brought some of those who do not know him to consider him a coward. In truth, Silverfalcon is a courageous tom. His lean frame belies strength. His sleek silver coat, with gold tabby markings on his back and face, is free of scars, and thus hides the truth- that he is a veteran of many battles. His grey eyes show nothing but courtesy and kindness. Silverfalcon is not a pushy cat. He understands when other need time to dwell upon their own thoughts. This lesson he learned from his own two brothers, Bluejay and Mockingfeather. When they were kits, their parents were killed by dogs. Grief-stricken, the three fled their home. Silverfalcon found the strength to lead them. He alone found it in his heart to put aside his pain for a greater good, and to aid his brothers with all his heart. Where Bluejay took up a false veil of lightheartedness, and Mockingfeather a harsh wall of anger, Silverfalcon managed to come to terms with Star Clan and with himself. He still grieves his parents, but his pain is not hidden, like an infection. It does not plague him from within, because he is willing to share it, unlike his brothers. This is not to say he has shoved his pain off on others. His strong nature helped to hold his family together. It was Silverfalcon that brought the three helpless kits- barely six moons old- to Day Clan. While Bluejay is known as the joker, and Mockingfeather for his pessimism, Silverfalcon is know for his kind leadership.

●Cherryflower ;; RP'd by §Symphony§
Her medium length, silky fur, is a carpet of red velvet and ivory, marbled together in undulating swirls and dapples. Her small, petite body bellies her inner strength, and her fierce temper. Her soft fur rims two bright green eyes, a small black nose, and a narrow, beautiful face. Her legs are long and graceful. What sets Cherryflower apart is her voice. Like liquid gold it bubbles up from between her lips and pours forth in a harmonic cadence of notes that seem more musical than those of a full orchestra. Soft and gentle, like a breeze murmuring through heather- high and wild, like the falcons swooping through the sky- sharp and grave- the voice of serious young she-cat, barely emerged from her youthful days as an apprentice. Of course this amazing voice is put to use. She can be very convincing when she needs to be, with those intent green eyes and her long, sleek tail, which curls ever so delicately over her small white paws. Lying is not something she understands though. Guilt is the only reward for such disturbing practices as lying to elders. She has no problem with being blunt when necessary, but normally she is gentle and diplomatic. Despite her obvious beauty, Cherryflower is a tom-boy. She is as rough and tumble as other toms- though not in an uncouth manner. She's strong and willful, stubborn, one could almost say. Her pelt is normally smudged and ruffled with dirt that she picked up in some dirty task that she had no qualms with accepting. Her worth to the clan is obvious to all who meet her. Her moments of quiet reflection are few, for she finds it more practical to be doing something at all times. She is not at all interested in finding a mate. She wishes to live her own life, in her own, unique way. While she adores the kits of the clan, and spends time playing with them when she is not busy, she does not wish for kits of her own. She prefers to serve her clan in other ways. Her unique personality and sharp mind set her apart from the other cats of the clan, which is, perhaps, what she wants, for reasons unfathomable to her friends.

●Archaicdust ;; RP'd by inuyasha25
A strong ginger Tom. His amber eyes project an air of power but beneath all that he is kind and loving. He is searching for the she cat that he can live his life with. His name comes from the cat that found him in a hollow in a tree he was covered in dust. He enjoys life and treats every day as if it were his last. He never knew his real parents he was abandond as a kit. Archaicdust is an adept hunter and an amazing fighter

●Mysticstream ;; Rp'd By -x-Eosophobia-x-
Mysticstream is a kind and gentle she-cat, but she's been know to cause trouble. As a kit she always ran out of the Nursery, in search of something fun to do. Then, as she got older and was made an apprentice, her mentor obviously wasn't pleased that they had received Mysticstream as their apprentice. Once a warrior, the silver she-cat noticed that she was the slightest bit annoying so she changed - completely. She is now a sweet, fun cat to be around, and always enjoys the company of another. Never before has she ever been interested in having a mate, but others have. Toms seemed to be attracted to her like bees are to honey. Her pelt is silver and glossy while she has a bright green gaze. Some say that she took the appearance of her mother, but Mysticstream never met her parents. Maybe that's why she doesn't enjoy being around queens so much, since it reminds her that she never met her own parents...

●Snowcloud ;; Rp'd by -x-Eosophobia-x-

A she-cat who has the sweetest scent, most soothing voice and definitely the most graceful she-cat you’ll ever meet. She takes on the same figure as her mother, Silentdream, that had died while giving birth to Snowcloud and her other siblings. As if she was born with it, she has peeked an intrest in snow because of how it's shaped and how the ice crystals in it shine in sunlight. Odd some might think but to Snowcloud, snow is like a pot of gold. She has a glowing white pelt and a pair of soothing blue eyes just like her mother did. Even though she only remembers faint images of the she-cat, Snowcloud will never forget that Silentdream was known as a great addition to the Clan.

●Phosphorescence ;; Rp'ed by disheartened.dream||
Not going to be a piece of their games. They can't take control. Not of her. Yeah, she may have once run, but now... she will never break down. A fighter. A survivor. The only survivor. To look at her you do a double take. Yes, she is pretty but her pelt is rather unusual to the normal clan cat. Looking more like a small leopard than your average wild cat. Black splodges mark her pelt, smaller on her face than her body. Really, she doesn't match her name at all. Not by appearance. Phosphorescence. Her pelt is nowhere near luminous. Her eyes are deep amber, not something you would relate to being bright, However, lights seems to radiate from this she-cat. Emits straight from her heart. Warmth and innocence lay nestled within, though on the outside she can be quite dispassionate. Her temper can become fiery if you say the wrong thing about her friend or family. Either way she can light up the sky with the flames of her presence. She can ignite the world with a single cry of joy or pain. Her voice being sweet, silky. But she isn't a weak she-cat. Phosphorescence will always stand up and fight. Why does she have to fight? That's a question her past can answer. She use to be what you may call a loner. Yet, she has never been alone. She lived with her mother, father, grandparents, siblings, cousins, nephews. She had a whole family. They lived in a sheltered hollow near a creek, quite close to where the humans lived. Her life use to be more or less perfect. Until that spring morning. Betrayal would be a good word to use in a situation like this. From both of her parents. Her father, Convergence, led a pack of savage dogs to the hollow. He called it his 'revenge on mother nature' as her mother was carrying another toms litter. The whole of her family was slain. Her mother helped her escape, just before Phosphorescence watched her mother be ripped to shreds. She ran. And ran. Until she stumbled upon the fields of Dayclan. What happened to her father? She doesn't know. She has always presumed he was also killed that day. Good. Never seeing him again would be to soon. Now, Phosphorescence refuses to ever be dragged into the game of death again. Never again does she want to see innocent cats murdered. She will fight for the right of peace, humanity and family. Clan battles? So be it, as long as no one is to badly hurt. She knows that the world can't live without war, but it can live with love, understanding and compromise. She will stand up and fight.

●Spiritsong ;; Rp'd by Silverclaw101
Gray long haired she cat with blue eyes. Her parents and only sister died due to a fox attack. She was scarred for life physically and mentally. Spiritkit is never open with anybody other than true friends. Unfortunately she hasn't found any cats that meet her high expectations. She doesn't like to talk about her past, and instead looks to the future. Every time a kit is made into an apprentice, or when an apprentice is made into a warrior, she puts herself in their place, feeling their pride and joy. Even if she doesn't have true friends, she can't stand to see others sad. Spiritkit is wonderful at cheering others up. She wishes to help her clan as much as she can, and doesn't care how she does it. Be it medicine cat or warrior, she'll be the best of the best!

●Ragingstallion ;; Rp'd by Cobwebpaw
The bed feels warmer, although I'm alone. Now the world isn't against me, I dream in colour. Weakness now gone, I can do the things I want. As a kit it was like the world had got the best of Ragingstallion. It thought it had had the last laugh and that my life was now gone... but I pulled through the sickness. Life thought it had broken me down, but it didn't know me. It underestimated me. Life was dead wrong. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger and as an apprentice I learnt to stand a little taller and I wasn't facing the world alone. I had friends who helped me defeat the last of my sickness. What doesn't kill you makes a fighter; as a warrior my footsteps are even lighter. Living the life to the full. Though the start of my life was a struggle, I give thanks to it. Thanks for you I got a new view of life. Thanks to you I'm not the broken hearted. Thanks to you I'm not just thinking about me but about friends around me. My name? Raging because when I was born I was a small ball of black wiry fur with a raging temperature, my life looking bleak and short. Stallion because I'm a fighter. I'm headstrong, I'm an achiever. My fur no longer wiry but sleek and glossy. My eyes a bright amber, burning like a flame. Family? Like me my siblings were sick and didn't make it. Only one, Onixkit, made it to an apprentice with me. I've never known who my father was but I don't really mind. I have a whole clan of those who look after me and friends who are like family to me. My mother died giving birth to me and me brothers and sisters. I don't feel like i'm the one who caused her death. It's life. Life goes on. In Starclan... right? If you believe that sort of thing. Personally, I don't. Not fully. Not like I've ever spoken to any dead cats. But I'm loyal to my clan and follow the warrior code. Don't judge me by my name, 'Ragingstallion' makes other think that I'd be some wild tom with a passion for rebellion. But their wrong. I have a sweet, forgiving personality. I don't really have a temper and I try not to get angry often. I like being with my friends and, well, I'm pretty hyper at times. Now, i'm no lonely when I'm alone.

●MadHatter ;; .::MadHatter::.
A charming and handsome gray tom with light sapphire eyes and a white undercoat. MadHatter is an amusing tom who impresses she-cats. He is attractive and motivated. MadHatter was born a loner. His dad was a rogue who killed his grandmother, Sage, and grandfather, Legacy. His father loved MadHatter even if he didn't love MadHatter's mother or sisters. He found MadHatter unique, so his father kidnapped him and brought him to Winterclan. His dad came to Winterclan for a second chance as a warrior and for MadHatter to have a place to live and grow up. MadHatter's father now takes on the name Nightmare. MadHatter loves and cherishes his dad. MadHatter is a brave, outstanding warrior. He has a quick temper and will never take no for an answer. MadHatter's father, Nightmare, died of a cold a few moons back when he was still an apprentice. He was devastated and even went into a depression for several moons. MadHatter then moved on with his life, venturing off into DayClan's territory. He wanted to be apart of the clan, so they let him.

●Troublechaser ;; Courageheart
Just like her name suggests, she's trouble. Pretty light silver-blue fur with black and white patches and blazing green eyes. She's fast, smart, pretty, brave..... But shes also more then what meets the eye. She seems to be disruptive and some what of a rebel theres more.... When she was a kit, she ran away from her mother, father and brother (Midnightdancer) because she never really felt part of the family, she has always been an outsider where ever she is. For moons she had to fend for herself, and in those few moons she saw more things then some cats have seen in a life time. Living on the streets and relying on herself made her toughen up, it made her untrusting of many cats and kept to herself. When she returned, her mother had died and her father was ill, Midnightkit was taking care of them, they all hated her for ever leaving. Now that she's grown up, she protects her brother with every breath in her body and would die to keep him alive. She'll always be the odd one out, the one who never looses their sense of adventure and young heart, she can dissapear for days on end just wondering. No-one gets worried when she leaves, because she always comes back. In the moonlight, she can often be seen just by her silhouette running away from the territory but seen again returning. Despite no-one caring that shes gone, everyone can sense something missing when shes not there, but no matter how much cats come to love her, she'll always be the trouble chasing outsider.

●Midnightdancer ;; Courageheart
Fur pitch black with white tiger-like stripes running through and midnight blue eyes. He gets his name from the unusual shade of blue his eyes are and the fact that when he hunts and his style of battling makes him look like he is dancing. He had a hard kit hood when his sister (Troublechaser) ran away and left their family. She was gone for moons and left him lonely and scared, his mother died when he was still young and he was terrified the same had happened to his sister. His father then became sick and he had no idea how to help him, he would often be woken in the middle of the night by his father's coughing and shaking. By the time he was about six moons, his sister had returned but he had learned a hard lesson, life's hard then you die. He is always being flustered by his sister trying to protect him, but he can look after him self. Theres more to this tom then just the funniness, handsomeness, happy personality and graceful movements - But he doesn't let anyone know that. He knows about his sisters' dissapearing act and doesn't like the fact that she leaves for days without any warning. Cats think he's cruel for not caring, but he's use to it and is bored with every cat fussing over her and trying to find her, he know's that she'll come back when she wants. He was never close to his rebelious sibling but does worry and care slightly about her. He is smart, fast, cunning, cheerful, funny and handsome. He'll always be the one who looks like he's dancing and has weird eyes, but he has more then that.... He has a secret...

●Glassheart ;; Sweetsilentlullaby
Delicate, pure white she-cat with deep ice-blue eyes. There is a distinctive black mark on her chest, right where here heart is. Scars cover her whole flank, the result of many many battles. She is careless, daring, and desperate to prove herself. Abandoned as a kit she grew up as an outcast. She fought for her life since the day she was born and has never felt the feeling of love. Seasons ago anything could break and shatter her whole body but now her heart is as cold as stone. Strong and independent she is almost scared to fall in love. She keeps a safe distance from her clan mates, not trusting anyone. Maybe, someday someone can work their way past the stone walls she has built around herself and show her how to love.

●Alchemyjewel ;; Rped by Paranormalseduction
Deep in the caves was born a cat among jewels. His fur, it sparkles like the beauty found under the ground. His eyes, it's like they are part of the diamonds found in caves. But perhaps it's the way he looks that is so exotic. He is a gray cat with white spots and stripes along his fur. And his eyes are truly like a diamond, being very white and sparkly. Some wonder if this cat is truly a cat or if he to is a moving proof that what is under our paws is actually alive and a world unlike the ones we know so well. Alchemyjewel is a very quiet cat though. He rarely speaks and for the most part refuses acknowledge others existence

●Bewitchedsoul ;; Rped by Paranormalseduction
There is a spell that draws you into her. Her pelt is black, blending in with the night time scene. Only her purple-gray eyes stand out against the undergrowth. You can tell she is strong, stronger than the usual she cat. She almost appears to be like a cobra waiting to strike. Bewitchedsoul lives up to her name. She liked to charm those around her, casting her 'spell' on them. Especially when it comes to toms. She doesn't know how to be a 'normal' cat though. Since she is always tricking her way into what she wants she doesn't really know how to work honestly for something. Though that doesn't matter because she doesn't need to ever. In battle she is one to be feared. Not even a deputy would dare go against her when she is in her fury mode. And if they did they are a little screwed up in the head. Her clanmates know better than to calm her down when she is in this mode, because she'll turn even on them. But other than that quick snap she can go into, she is very nonchalant. She doesn't really ever care about what happens to her due to the fact that no one else cares either.

●Blashpemyking ;; Rped by Paranormalseduction
A black and white bundle of fur was once brought into camp. No one knew who the kit belonged to or anything. But he showed promise. Within the next days, the little tom opened his eyes, showing an odd crimson glow. He looked weird. He acted weird. But perhaps it was his belief in the Dark Forest that scared everyone. Blasphemyking would always flaunt his trust in what the Dark Forest believed. No one could understand him. It got to the point where he would just be ignored. This did make the young tom slightly sad. He had emotions, he just believed in something other than what the usual 'good' cat should. It wasn't like he was going around slaughtering every cat he saw. He didn't like that. But he did believe in power and forcing fear into their enemies. Blasphemyking trained so much throughout his life, trying to prove that he wasn't just some creepy cat. He was a true warrior. Not a horrible murder. What did he ever do this clanmates? Nothing. The tom believes in respect as well. And he plans on getting it no matter what.

●Deerstep ;; Tanglecloud
Amber glowing eyes stare you down, a long-legged light brown she-cat stands before you. Her ears are large and so are her paws, her legs arnt so skinny eaither. She has a long skinny body and an unusually long tail. Her back has white dapples running along her spine. Deerstep wasn't always named Deerstep or Deer for that matter when she was a kit her mother called her Little bear for her masavie paws, but after her mother died her father called her Cheetle. Shortly after leaving with her sister Mosspatches they fond a small herd of deer. Her sister told her "Hey look you looke like them" so then she took on the name Deer. Deerstep is an exsalant hunter and fighter. She will always defend her clan with her life. She hopes to have a mate and kits some day. She wants to maybe mentor on of her sisters kits when they get old enough.

●Bouncinglight ;; Ashenfate
A seemingly harmless little she-cat, with a big heart. Most thing that she is nothing but nice, and at heart, she is. Bouncing has always been a sweet she-cat, and would never seem to hurt a soul. This orange she-cat has a mask of white across her face, accompanied with blue eyes. Her looks are simply mystifying, and she radiates with pure beauty. Bouncing seems to be the perfect she-cat to become a mother, and she really would be a great mother. If only she could find the right tom. Though, she was born outside of the clan, she acts as if she were a clan cat. Her soft furs and little paws seem to show she used to be a kitty-pet, but don't think she wouldn't do fine in battle. When protecting those she loves, she would never hold back, not for a second. Bouncing truly is a unique cat.

●Windwhisper ;; Rp'd Swiftclaww
A beautiful smokey gray she-cat with black tipping her muzzle, ears, tail and paws. Her body is lean and muscular, rippling with the stength that the moor has given her. A wily, proud she-cat with fierce loyalty to her Clanmates, though maybe not always to her Clan. She has a very deceitful, sly personality which makes it impossible to tell how she's feeling or what she's up to. Her boldness can be both considered brave and foolish, and she is not afraid to challenge the warrior code, or even her leader. Though she may have a sharp tounge, she still gets along with many of her Clanmates, and treats them with the respect they deserve. She enjoys humor and sarcasm, and uses it quite often. She's a very fast and agile hunter, taking her prey down with swift, confident moves. Though she has good intentions, Windwhisper struggles to decide where to place her loyalties, even though they should truly belong to DayClan.

●Ivylegend ;; Heathersong981
She has dark gray fur with small almost unnoticable violet streaks across her belly and back. Long lean legs, pointy ear tips and large blue eyes are her most noticable features. She is Ivylegend. Once before she was clouded in darkness, her only thoughts were of others deaths. But growing into a warrior in DayClan taught this she-cat that life is too short to with others deaths. Ivylegend never felt... attractive to any cat, until she got her warrior name. Then, she would get bombarded with toms asking if she wanted to go hunting or patrolling the border together. But, those acts of the toms motivate her to be different. She could care less what a tom thought of her. Or any cat for that matter. A partial reason for her independent ways is how her father had died right in front of her eyes when she was a 'paw. There had been an attack on their clan, and the then, Ivypaw, had been one of the few apprentices allowed to go and fight against their rivaling clan. Ivypaw had fought for her life, as if every swipe of her paw would be her last. But, it wasn't going to be her last. Just as the battle was dying down and DayClan was winning, a loud earsplitting catterwail turned every head. A huge black tom, almost as big as the dogs Ivypaw had been told stories about, was standing on a rock to the far end of the clearing. Another cat was lying limp underneath his paws. Screams of shock or excitement broke out as the cats began to recognize the tom. Ivypaw had made her way forward, but stopped short once she saw the toms tail. His tail was chipped at the end. Just like her fathers. The battle raged on, but Ivypaw had made her way back to camp, her mind completely blank. Ever since that night, she had vowed to make every battle worth it, or not to fight at all. Ivylegend is hesitant at the thought of kits, as she sees that the queens have a handle full with just one kit.

●Madspirit ;; Rp'd by Silverclaw101
When you see Madspirit's steady gaze and his plain light gray pelt, you'd never guess what's on the inside. His calm deep blue eyes mask the insanity in his heart. Madspirit is as crazy as they come, and a little bit more. Even with these drawbacks, he's still a good friend and is loyal to the end. He doesn't believe in fighting for no reason, but would follow his leader to the ends of the Earth. He's better at hunting then fighting, though his unique style is a force to be reckoned with in battle. The style mostly comes from the insanity within, it confuses his enemies. You should definitely expect the unexpected when fighting Madspirit. A playful soul, and a loyal friend. He may be a little mad, but hey, we all are somewhere deep inside. Madspirit just doesn't hide it.

●Dogtail ;; Rp'd by Kiolie
Beautiful orange tabby with light blue eyes and really long legs.
Dogtail is a she-cat who isn't afraid to speak her mind. She loves to put input in when it most matters and doesn't care what others think about her. She is exceptionally thoughtful and wise even at such a young age. She never goes through anything without thinking of the consequences. This makes her a wise choice for handling others in a calm manner, whether its a fire burning the Clan or saving a kit. This she-cat fights bravely in battle, calculating each move in her mind before pouncing. She uses claws and strength to her advantage. She is quite a large she-cat and this only adds to her list of advantages. When this she-cat is around the cats she loves most, she is completely different from her fighting personality. She is happy and lovable. She is often known to purr or twitch her tail nonstop. Dogtail is grumpy when she has disappointed others, she never likes to leave a job undone. If she says she is going to do something, she is going to do something. That's one of this she-cats best qualities-never go back on a promise. She also doesn't lie unless its to protect those she loves or cares about. There was a time when Dogtail never kept promises and told thousands of lies, never caring what the consequences would be. Though one day when she was about to die from a battle wound, StarClan came to her and told her of her dirty deeds and that if she didn't stop and change her ways she would ultimately be sent to Place of No Stars. This is when Dogtail began to change for the better, she realized she was never going to have any friends if she didn't do so.

●FrostBlaze ;; rped by:PR.MEXICAN
FrostBlaze is a large white tom,with yellow eyes, and one black front paw.He's a very aggressive,and incredicly selfish cat.The only thing that really matters to him is fighting and becoming the leader one day,He's a young warrior who has the potential to make something of himself.FrostBlaze is the type of cat nobody really likes,and thats fine with him because he has no family or friends or mate.FrostBlaze is a dangerous cat,who is ambitous and will do anything to get what he wants.FrostBlaze was never meant to be good,but he's a great fighter and born-leader.FrostBlaze has one enemy:everybody who stands in his way.He only see's red,but he could be nice.FrostBlaze overall is bad,but he's still a great leader in battle.FrostBlaze is never meant to be good.

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●Pheonixpaw ;; Rped by stelzibelz
Mentor ;; Angelsafari
The youngest and most adventurous kit of the lot has ash coulerd pelt like their is a pheanix arising from his fur. he likes to chase leaves and play-fight his brothers and sisters. His favourite meal is shrew and is very picky. he is the oposite of vain and hates being washed by his parents. he has a very grusome mind for such a little kit but is lovely all the same. he has unuasual Bright turquise eyes and loves to laze in the sun after a tiring battle against his brothers and sisters.

●Frozenpaw [ lilac ] ;; Rp'd by -x-Eosophobia-x-
Mentor ;; Rivermoss
If to resemble anything, this fiesty she-cat would be an exact replica of her fallen mother, Zephyrstar. Personality wise, anyways. Little does anyone know of her existance, or even that she's the daughter of one of DayClan's past leaders, and that's probably because she doesn't go around bragging about it. Frozenlilac hasn't told anyone of this secret because she could care less about the fact. Nobody's ever asked about it either becuase who would think her mother would have given birth to a completely black kitten such as herself? Not a soul, that's a good answer. But yes, her fur is jet black with very faint light gray leopard-like spots splattered across her pelt, leaving nothing but a gorgeous she-cat to behold such a unique design. Along with that, her eyes are light blue and that's the only physical feature of hers that was passed down from her mother. A beauty, isn't she? Even though that seems to be true enough, Frozenlilac hasn't ever had any interest in toms for all they seem to do is get in her way and annoy her. That's only her perspective on them, though, not everyone else's. Kits on the other hand she doesn't mind - Frozenlilac actually finds them rather adorable and she's very kind to them and that's unsual for her. This she-cat is sharp tongued, and can snap easily and that's what people don't find out until they do something to make her mad.

●Canarypaw { light } ;; Rped by Paranormalseduction
Mentor ;; Cloverspots
A small little she cat, but one with a beautiful and powerfully sweet voice. She is a little yellow and white she cat. Along her forehead she has cute little brown and black spots, a few dotting under her eyes like freckles. She is undeniably sugar sweet, not ever stepping out of line or making her clanmates angry with her. The only thing is she is really easy to make sad. She'll cry over the most simple things. But nobody dares to do that. Her clanmates love her a lot, caring about her and protecting her. In battles though she is not to be underestimated. She may be sweet and kind, but she knows that she can fight for her clan. Though her true skill lays with hunting. She is swift and light footed, so she never is noticed by prey. She has at least a 95% catch rate, so it is surprising to her if she ever misses. Canarylight is a lovable cat, though she can be a little bit of a pawfull to those who want her.

●Nightmarepaw ;; Tanglecloud
Mentor ;; Beesting
Golden pools shine from the shadows, nothing else can been seen. A soft quiet voice comes to your ears. White paws are reviled as a long black tail uncurls from around them. Now you can see the outline of a large, brod shouldered tom. He steps out into the moonlight and you now see his slinder body. His fur is as black at the starless nights. Nightmare was his name. His mother named him after the night he was born for his father had died she gave birth to three dead kits. Shortly after being born he was abandoned by his mother. He survied only because another cat found him. Nightmare never saw this cat but he loved them for taking care of him untill he was a moon old. He then met up with Sally a kitty-pet that told him about the clan. He took his time finding Dayclan so he could prove himself worthy of being a clan cat.

●Noblepaw [ honor ] ;; .:Vesper:.
Mentor ;; Ragingstallion
At one point far back in time, Noblekit had an ancestor who was a leader. He knows that, he just doesn't know who she was. In fact, he doesn't know about any of his family, he just knows he had one. As a kit though, he was sleeping in a nursery of another clan until a rouge got him. The rouge stole him, dragging him away and was about to kill him when an inexperianced apprentice found the intruding rouge, attacking the rouge yet leaving the kit to die. His adoptive sister, Gardenkit, found him though and nursed him back to life. Together, they decided to join Dayclan in hopes of safety in numbers. The handsome rusty brown tom now lives out his days with a will for adventure. He wants to travel through all the clans in search of his family, yet has decided to wait until he is a warrior. For now he wants to learn as much as he can about fighting and hunting, he wants to learn so he can become invinsible. This kit trains himself every day after watching mentors train their apprentices. This tom is naturally strong, and has hazel eyes to match his pelt. She-cats love to flirt with him, yet he is clueless to the definition of love. His adoptive sister hopes that one day a she-cat will come around to catch his attention and keep him in this clan though, for she doesn't know what she would do if he ran off.

●Gardenpaw [ song ] ;; .:Vesper:.
Mentor ;; Deerstep
Her voice, smooth and lush with love. Eyes a mixed color of the flowing ocean, and a sky at sunset. Gardensong is a beautiful, wonderful she-cat. Her pelt is a mix of browns, with a mixture of white and light tan on her underside. Light stripes run all around her pelt, catching every tom's eye. If you stare into those eyes too long, you will begin to wonder her past. Where did such a beautiful cat come from? Who does she really love? The answer is, she loves her adoptive brother, Noblehonor, and that's pretty much it. Her past is mixed with his, she was a beautiful little she-cat who was the daughter of a Raiser in the Renegade Regime when it was still the Regime. Her mother kept her secret, teaching her herbs but not too many, just enough to survive. Eventually, her mother vanished and eventually out of starving, she escaped from hiding to find Noblehonor, injured. She nursed him to life, and wants to keep him happy and safe. They decided to move to Dayclan together, and she hopes they're there to stay.

●Kindlingpaw [ fire ] ;; Jadewind
Mentor ;; Ivylegend
When a fire ignites, there's either an explosion of fierce heat or a slow increase of warmth. As the fire grows and the flame hungrily licks at the air, embers turn a vibrant orange and smoke will engulf the atmosphere. This bright ginger tabby flaunts his name like a badge of honour, one he earned. Like the heat, his temper slowly increases in calefaction until it explodes into rage, taking out everyone around him and singing them with sparks - unless someone puts it out in time of course. His personality overwhelms you like the smoke, it's your choice to either crawl under it to escape or be suffocated by his charming humour and immature playfulness. Finally, his experiences like the embers. Even after a situation has dwindled down and is mostly forgotten, it takes a long time for Kindlingfire to forget something that has effected him deeply, and even then the coals are their to remind him. Rambunctious, charming, arrogant, humorous and reckless, an unstoppable force that is bound to burn you with his blaze. Never once has he calmed, full of energy and always wearing an irresistable crooked grin. While his bright ginger fur fits his personality to a T, his soft sky blue eyes say otherwise. But even they too, are always alive and alight with sparks of intoxicating happiness. Kindlingfire does outshine his brother, Fadedsun, in many ways, but his mischevious personality often gets the best of him. Beware of this audacious tom, one day he'll go up in smoke.

●Fadedpaw [ sun ] ;; Jadewind
Mentor ;; Windwhisper
More passive, quieter and much more responsible then his brother Kindlingfire, but not complete contrast. This dark grey and white tom has the charming humour and charismatic that his brother has, but he owns it in a much quieter way. He's always out to make you laugh and generally likes to make a point of acting much more mature then his brother. His eyes are a deep, endless blue that always reveal his emotions. A wave of fear occasionally washes over Fadedsun that he'll forever live in his brothers shadow - he has no problem admitting that Kindlingfire is the star, but he still wants to be known as something else, and never forgotten. In a way he's much like the ocean, rhythemtically washing over the shore and leaving his imprint on the sand, only for it to fade away. Just once, he'd like that imprint to stay. Almost always he'll take the fall for other cats, even though he can usually think of a manipulative excuse. Privately, he's a tad bit of a hopeless romantic. Often he'll be up in the middle of the night watching the stars and just losing himself in some faraway reverie. A kind, charming, responsible soul that is bound to influence you if you allow him in your life, there's no doubting he's a positive contribution to DayClan.

●Acepaw [ combat ] ;; Cobwebpaw
Mentor ;; Madhatter
He remembers tears streaming down her face as she promised never to let them go. But all that's dead, gone and past tonight. All those shadows killed your light. Don't you remember when he said 'Don't leave us here alone.' But that's all dead, gone and past tonight. He just closes his eyes as the sun goes down. He'll be alright. He knows no one will hurt him now. Come morning light, he'll be safe and sound. So what sense can you make of his story? Two born. Ace and Joker. Born into tragedy. Well, maybe not at first. They had a loving mother - Queenslullaby-, father unknown. Until he showed up to kill her kits. Kingsnightmare never wanted kits, didn't want to have any family to show him up. You see, he thought himself very popular. But as dusk fell and he attacked, he didn't plan on Queenslullaby fighting for Ace and Joker's lives. That was the death of him. However, Queenslullaby suffered from her wounds. She knew no healer, as she was a loner. She managed to hustle her kits to Dayclan before dying of blood loss, outside the camp walls with her kits watching on. Ever since, the moment of his mothers death has played in Ace's head every night. Only the morning light drives away the nightmares. He hates his mother for dying. She'd promised him he'd never be without her. Yet, here he is with his sister to look after. His sister. Joker and Ace are utterly identical. The only thing to tell them apart is the obvious fact they are of different genders and their voices. Ace's is much lower and harsh than his sisters. He would do anything for his sister and is the tougher of the two. Acecombat enjoys a fight, hence his warrior name, and doesn't really respect the clan ways. He wouldn't hesitate to be a loner... but he can't leave his sister. He can't just leave her, like their mum left them. He'll stay in Dayclan for her. Ace and Joker will be safe and sound.

●Jokerpaw [ forgiveness ] ;; Cobwebpaw
Mentor ;; Noxiousfire
Don't you dare look to the past, darling everything was dire. But the war inside the mind keeps raging on. Hold on to his lullaby, even when the music's gone... Just close your eyes, his voice will sooth you now, you'll be alright, no one will hurt you now. Come morning light, she'll be safe and sound. Each night Ace sings Joker to sleep, offering his comfort, dropping his tough-guy act. Joker relishes in this, knowing her brother will always be there for her. Not that she's weak. She's proven that many times over. But night brings back the painful memories of her mothers death. She loves her mother, though she is no longer here. She will always love Queenslullaby. Unlike her brother. But she doesn't blame him for hating her. She doesn't blame Ace or her mother for anything. Hence her warrior name, Jokerforgiveness. Her personality is warm, but also clouded. Mood swings are frequent. She can go from having a sane conversation to rolling on the floor in depression from the past. Crying out for Queenslullaby. Cursing Kingsnightmare - her dead father. But she knows she's not alone. She knows she has Ace. Her identical brother. Both have long, white and grey pelts, icy blue eyes and rather long tails. Quite handsome looking. Just, Joker's voice is sweet and high, unlike her brothers. Joker loves Dayclan and would never dream of leaving it. They are her family, as well as her brother. She believes she owes the clan for taking her and Ace in when their mother died. Here, Joker and Ace will be safe and sound.

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●Indigosky ;; Marionetteღ
A sleek, long-furred she-cat with dark, translucent eyes so blue they're practically violet - the reason she was named Indigokit, and also the most memorable part about her. She has russet fur with pale cinnamon undertones, the colour of sunsets, which she happens to very much enjoy watching. The black accents around Indigosky's eyes (and tail) bring out her navy amethyst orbs, giving them an almost mesmerizing effect. Her voice, inherited from her mother, is ever-smooth and seems almost otherworldly in its alluring tone. Of course, the question is, does she have the personality to back up her gorgeous physical traits? Well, let's just say that the term "don't judge a book by its cover" is a good way to describe Indigosky. Down-to-earth and not the least bit haughty, she's sometimes lacking in self-confidence. Although she often says exactly the right things a cat might need to hear due to her empathetic nature, Indigosky's hypnotic voice has never been used to say anything mildly manipulative or seductive - not on purpose, at least. Some would even call this a waste. She's not particularly dainty, either, as one might expect from a she-cat with an appearance befitting that of perhaps a princess's. Ever since she was a kit, she'd been energetic, always the first to wake her siblings by jumping on them. Her steps carry not an ounce of the elegance her appearance would suggest, instead possessing more of light, cheerful quality, and she's often clumsy. After she got pregnant with kits, though, Indigosky was more careful not to trip and bump into things as often. Despite this, she can mask her presence for either hunting or stalking as well as anyone; better than most, in fact, if she concentrates. When it comes to fighting, Indigosky isn't lacking in strength, speed, intellect nor stamina. However, she doesn't excel at anything either, unless charisma counted in battle skills. Either way, it definitely plays a part in her tendency to recklessly play the hero - and without knowing it, too. In the very end, her heart lies with Dayclan, loyal to the last.

●Equalsoul ;; Sweetsilentlullaby
Equal. Balanced. Passionate.A half black and half white she-cat with one blue eye and one green. Everything about this fairly beautiful she-cat screams equality. Compassion gleams in her eyes, and guides her paws. There is a side to her that no one knows. Deep down, there is a lot of sorrow and emptiness in her heart. Her mother died right after her and her siblings were born, but the few moments she spent with her were the most memorable moments, yet bittersweet because she knows she will never feel her mothers love again. Later on she fell in love, but her mate was killed in battle. She doesn't look to replace him but she hopes that someone will fill that empty space in her heart. She knows there is other love out there though. Like the love of her kits. She would never leave them, for they mean everything to Equalsoul. Starclan, she knows the noble starry cats guide her every paw step, keeping her safe and sound. When provoked, she can truly set fire to the rain. Her attitude is like flames, built upon the thoughts and memories she keeps locked up deep inside of her. When alone, she sits deep in her own thoughts, reminiscing in good times. A fearless fighter. On the outside and the inside. She's fast and agile, quick on her toes. She never gives up, no matter what.

●Mosspatches ;; Tanglecloud
Beautiful green eyes shine at you through the leaves, out steps a small black she-cat with white patches. Her ear are large like her sister and her tail is also long but thats all the resembles her sister Deerstep. Her legs are short, her paws are small, and her body is also small. She has come to the with her sister to not only to give birth to her unborn kits but also to become a warrior for her amazing fight, hunting and climbing skills. She was always know as Little mossy but she likes her new names better. Her mate broke her heart, he told her they would be together forever and would raise there kits toghether, but in the end he left her with her heart in the dust. She hope that her sister will help with the kits and she wants to find a new mate maybe some day. Mosspatches loves being out doors and will always will. She has never been afried of death and says she will welcome it like a gift when its her time. She beleaves that their mother and father are both watching ofver them in Starclan.

●Dandelionbouquet ;; RPed by Kibbythekat
Energetic. That word defines this warrior. Dandelionbouquet is a rich cream she-cat with orange eyes. Born during an EarthClan attack, she considers her clan her family because her parents both died in the attack. She is afraid the clan would think her useless, so ever since she became a warrior, she has been a hard-working cat. She learns all she can from her mentor, Toystar. She is hyper, perhaps the most hyper cat in DayClan. Despite this, Dandelionbouquet has many friends. She has a huge crush on Ragingstallion. As they helped each other when they needed it. This warrior has been to StarClan, and had been sent back, as it was not her time. This came with a catch because she granted Toystar a life. Back in DayClan, by day, she is a warrior, by night a trader named Diamond with Twistedwonderland.

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●Splashkit[cloud] ;; Rped by Kaphex
You look at me and think I'm strange. Not that I look any different to any other cat on the earth. My white and gray pelt is nothing unusual and neither are my bright blue eyes mirroring that of fresh spring water. But you judge me by the way I act. You judge me for being happy because you can't gather the strength to tear yourself away from sadness. You did me a favour for leaving me in the forest by myself. At least now I have a family that like me for who I am. I have no idea where you could be now, mother. But I don't look back to the past, I only move forwards leaving those that can't move on behind. Some would call me cold-hearted for this and I blame you. I'm not always like this...so harsh and abrupt with cats. But you made me this way. It's like I have a weakness in my blood. So now I act through my life. I perform everyday, pretending to be somebody that I'm not. This cat that is so kind and thoughtful it's unreal. But I can't hide my temper. Pure anger is always near the top of my body ready to be released at anytime. But I must prevent it. Because I know that I have to change my actions to become accepted. And that I will.

●Shiningkit (claw) ;; Rp'd by shinerpelt
a white tom with unusually shiny claws that gleam like the river. his parents were loners. his fur is a white as a cloud and has brown and green eyes. he has a scar on his left eye from being clawed in the eye when a badger attacked him. his parents were killed trying to defend him. he wouldn't have made it if it weren't for a day patrol. he went blind in his left eye. he zones out thinking what it would be like to be a medicine cat. he looks up to medicine cats and wants to be one some day. he treats everyone with utmost respect and helps with whatever he can. he occasionally plays with the other kits but then he normally stops and zones out again. hes treated like hes a loner even though he is not. he likes to look out at the forest looking at plants from the camp entrance. hes never felt like he was officially excepted into the clan. he wasn't born in a clan but cats shouldn't be judged on which they come from.

●Kitekit (flight) ;; Tanglecloud
Gracful like a bird in flight this small tom is lucky to be alive. Born early this twany tom came into the world almost to small to be strong enough to survive. His brother is Raidiancesoul and his two sisters are Whisperingwillow and Lillypad. Strong, and noble Kiteflight will never give up on anything not even on his unknown father who he believes watches them. His eyes are a golden honey color. He has the power to hide his emotions. His mother Mosspatches is always fussing over him and his sister Lillypad because they are so small. Kiteflight is fast for having small, short legs and is and exalent climber. His fur is not short but also not long, it a medium length. He want to be a great warrior and also a father some day as well.

●Knightkit [ time ] ;; Specklepelt
It is ideal to keep your cool in the middle of any situation. Just remain calm and you'll do fine. This tom is the master at that. Even in the most dangerous situations, it is easy for him to keep himself collected. Knighttime. His name has no particular meaning for some, and to others, it just sounds funny. A play on words. But to Knighttime, his name means a lot. He was dubbed Knight when he was born, for his calm attitude towards everything. He was never afraid of the common things that a kit would be afraid of; he would stand brave and strong, and be fearless to what feared others his age- like a knight would be. He was only ever afraid of one thing, which was what would happen if her ever lost his brother. Knight lost his parents before the small kit could even see his first moonfall and sunrise. From that day forward, he was raised by his older brother from his parents previous litter. There they were- the small kit Knight and the older tom Prince living on their own. From his older brother, Knight learned many life skills- almost all advanced for his age. The two nomadic brothers moved from place to place basically every day. It was when Knight saw his second moon, when the brothers finally found a place to settle down, and live like normal loners. Sadly, their new life was cut short, when a gang of all toms tried to take life from Prince and Knight away. This gang had also killed their parents as well, and they wanted to finish up the job of annihilating their whole family. Prince fought off as Knight tried to help, but he was just too young and small. This was the only time that Knighttime can ever remember being genuinely scared After hiding for what seemed like forever, Prince had finally found Knight, and the two reunited- but Knight got the worse news of his life. Prince wanted to split up- go their separate ways until it was safe for the brothers to be together again. Knight refused this offer- even if it was going to keep him safe. The small kit did not want to be anywhere without his brother. Even though he understood the consequences, even though he understood the danger- Knight did not want to be anywhere else but at his older brothers side. Prince did not reassure Knight. He did not argue. Prince and Knight trekked for days until they reached a Clans territory. DayClan territory. Prince left his younger brother there- a two moon old kit whos mind was the age of a fully grown tom. The only words that Knight could ever remember from his older brother saying to him were 'Time is not our enemy Knight- it is my friend, and your weapon.' That is where Knighttime got his name- from the last sentence that his brother ever spoke to him. It is not just a play on words or a joke-for it is what he is. A knight whose weapon is the complexity that is time. Knighttime is yet to discover what that means. Just another mystery to add to his list of the mysteries surrounding the white toms life. At the end of the day, every day, you can find Knighttime doing the same thing hes done since he was a kit. Standing at the edge of camp or DayClans territory, his snow white fur rustling with the wind, his red pools of eyes, with darker red making a ring outside of the iris, and where the pupil is surrounded with a ring of orange and yellow-orange looking out into the forest, his black-toed paws standing firmly on the ground, whispering, 'Soon, brother,', before his rather small yet muscular and nimble build sprints home. When the moon goes down, he slips into sleep, and dreams those happy nightmares he has ever since he was small.

●Limekit(swirl) ;; Rped by Tanglecloud
Beautiful like her mother Equalsoul this black she-cat has white paws and light green eyes. She is sweet, kind, and loving. An execellent hunter and an exquisite hunter Limeswirl has a bit of an attitude. She likes the hunt at dawn and dusk because thats when she can hide her sleek black pelt in the shadows. Even though her and her siblings bicker and fight she still loves them with all her heart. Her brothers are Thunderingrain and Disgracedheart, her only sister is Whimsicalcanary.

●Whimsical {Canary} ;; Roleplayed by Sweetsilentlullaby
Zestful with a dash of tranquility. A pure white she-cat with perfectly round pure, crystal blue eyes. She is rather gorgeous, and sort of a flirt. Her pelt is always clean, hardly a speck of dust on her. Her eyes are like sapphires, and there is no doubt that they could be mistaken for such a rare and beautiful thing. Her father abandoned her mother before her and her siblings were born, and from what she heard she is glad she is gone. Sometimes she can be a little narrow minded but she is usually very caring of others and their well being. Just like her mother, Equalsoul. She has a close connection to Starclan; the ones who guide her paws. She is compassionate in what she does and is very loyal, her heart is pure. Whimsicalcanary is a good friend, sticking with her best of friends. Her siblings and family come first though, because they have done nothing but support her. With all her qualities you would think her life is perfect, but she has her secrets that she keeps locked deep inside. If anyone knew who she really was they would never look at her in the same way again. Dayclan means everything to her, it is her home and where her heart belongs.

●Snakekit (Bite) ;; Mistypaw1
Sneaky? Very. She loves to scare people and has long teeth, and she loves to show them off. Her eyes glow with ambition to be a leader one day, and she is not going to stop trying! Her pelt is brown, with creamy spots, on her paws,chest,tail, and muzzle. Her claws are short but she has alot of power. So if she puts enough power in that paw, it will feel like a normal claw. She is very strong, and she is as playful as a kit if you really reach that spot. But most of the time she stays away from cats, lurking in the shadows playing her own game. Snakebite is very clumsy, so she does not catch prey very easily, but she loves to fight. She looks up to her leader, trying note everything she does in her mind. Snakebite is very ill-tempered, and anything that annoys her can set off a bad spark inside of her and she snaps right back, and if your lucky, you might walk away with both of your ears still attached. Her favorite fresh-kill are voles.

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Example:
name here ;; bio here

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●Centuryantique ;; Cobwebpaw
Old much? Very much. Like typical elders, Centuryantique loves to tell stories to the kits. Whether they are true or not is up to you to decide. Mostly she'll ramble on about the past clans. The clans which, to her, are the true clans. Dayclan, Nightclan, Moonclan, Sunclan, Summerclan, Springclan, Fallclan, Winterclan, Brookclan, Rippleclan, Creekclan and Pondclan. She claims to have lived in all of these clans at some point in her life. Which may not be exactly true, but then again she does seem to know a lot about the other clans. Dayclan was her birth clan and where she wants her deathbed to be. Her parents died many moons ago, siblings dead, no kits. Her family line ends with her as far as she knows. And she's okay with that. Just like she's okay with her scruffy appearance. She has little fur. Where the fur does lie, it's all wiry clumps of grey. Her eyes are a faded blue, her eye sight worst then her dodgy hearing. Her tail is only a stump. She tells the kits how she lost the rest of her tail in a battle between Creekclan and Brookclan and how she bravely took on 8 warriors. Ha, believe it if you want. Centuryantique enjoys life in Dayclan. She finds the fields peaceful. The members sane. The med cat sufficient. The leader a good'un. This strange she-cat really isn't a looker but she's a good friend.

●Fadedmelody ;; Sweetsilentlullaby
Faded. Withering. An empty shadow. Her gray pelt is faded to an almost dusty white. She has sat on the shelf for a long time. Her dull blue eyes still have a mischievous gleam to them despite her old state. She is kind hearted, the experiences of her life have made her soft and kind. She loves spending time with the kits and telling the apprentices stories. She never had any kits of her own because she was unable, so Fadedmelody is always first to volunteer to keep an eye on the young ones. She has many stories of her younger days. She was a trouble maker at some point in her life. She often got stuck with the elders for punishments. One of her favorite stories to tell is about how she fought off a whole family of badgers, and she herself, doesn't even know if it's true anymore because she has told it so many times. She shows that even though someone may be old, they can still be a great cat and still do many great things. You can live life to the fullest doing everything you want to do until the day you join Starclan.

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WaterClan Training Hollow

Whitemuzzle — Wed, 23 May 2012 12:51:46 CDT

- THE TRAINING HOLLOW -

APPRENTICE :

MENTOR :

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- APPRENTICE'S WHO ARE TAKING THE ASSESSMENT -
- NONE

WaterClan Camp & Territory

Whitemuzzle — Wed, 23 May 2012 12:50:47 CDT

- Camp + Territory -

- - -ABOUT OUR LAND - - -
WATERCLAN IS A LUSH BEAUTIFUL FOREST WITH LONG WINDING CREEKS AND RIVERS. SOMETIMES THESE RIVERS AND CREEKS RISE TO UNTHINKABLE DEPTH AND WASH OUT OVER WATERCLAN TERRITORY. WATERCLAN CATS LIVE COMFORTABLY BEHIND A LARGE WATERFALL IN A CAVE THAT IS HALFWAY UP THE FALLS SO NO NEED TO WORRY ABOUT FLOODING IN THE CAVE. WATERCLAN IS FULL OF SMALL PREY THAT CAN SURVIVE IN WATERY CLIMATE AS WELL AS DRY CLIMATE. WATERCLAN SURVIVED A HORRIBLE INCIDENT THAT DESTROYED 2 OF THE OTHER ELEMENT CLANS. NOW WATERCLAN IS NESTLED BESIDE EARTHCLAN, BROOKCLAN AND PONDCLAN.

- - - OUR HOME - - -

	THE MAIN CAMP THE CAVERN THE PATH HIDES BEHIND THE FALLS THE LARGE CAVES OVER LOOK WATERCLAN'S MAIN WATER AND HUNTING SOURCE. VOLES, MICE, AND FISH CAN BE FOUND HERE. BUT ALSO SNAKES AND POISONOUS FROGS CAN ALSO FIND YOU HERE.
	THE TERRITORY CLOSE BY... THE FOREST IS COVERED IN SWAMPY WATER NEAR THE CAMP. FARTHER YOU GET AWAY FROM CAMP THE DRIER IT WILL BECOME. WATERCLAN CATS DONT MIND GETTING WET AND HAVE ADAPTED TO SWIMMING OR JUMPING FROM BRANCHS IN THE TREES. THOUGH MOST OF THE TIME THEY ARE LOW BRANCHS IN THE TREES BECAUSE WATERCLANS DO NOT ENJOY HIEGHTS.
	THE TRAINING HOLLOW... THE TRAINING HALLOW IS A LARGE CLEARING WITH DIFFERENT TYPES OF ELEMENTS THAT WATERCLAN CATS MAY GET STUCK FIGHTING IN. IT INCLUDES A RIVER FOR WATER BATTLE MOVE TRAINING, TREES FOR CLIMBING AND STEALTH ATTACKS, BRAMBLES AND BUSHES FOR MANEUVERING THROUGH TOUGH TERRAIN. ALSO A OPEN CLEARING FOR NORMAL TRAINING AND BATTLE SCUFFLES BETWEEN APPRENTICES.

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✖NightClan Members✖

.:Midnightfrost:. — Wed, 23 May 2012 12:40:18 CDT

Member Rules Staff Rules

&&Members have a limit of 7 cats at anyone time&&Homosexual cats are allowed&&To join reply to the Joining Thread

&&Cat limits are up to 10 for any staff member. &&Leaders may have as many cats as they would like and when they step down they keep the unlimited cat limit in honor of their service.

(Please leave Peach.Blossom's cats on the page)

Leader

PyrusStar[blaze]
Rped by: .:Midnightfrost:.
His eyes flash a will of fire, his between his lips you glimpse his feral teeth, but what would be his true desire, than to rise to power that he can reach. His pelt of gold, tipped with flame his dark grey eyes flecked with glowing embers can only seem to take the blame. Pyrus, Fire. Fire, Pyrus. His mother gave him the name Blaze and his bother the name Pyrus. This was before the sttack that separated the two leaving one kit abandoned and one destined for greatness. But which one has which destiny? Let’s just leave that for now hmm? He is a cat of interesting looks. In the sun he seems to smolder his pelt golden as the sun itself seeming to want to burst into flame at any given moment. His dark eyes, grey as soot, seeming as if life glows beneath. Scary right? Right, most avoid him at all costs. The tom didn’t get his brothers looks, all pelt aflame and such, but he did get the better part of the size and strength. What was that you asked? Does he know his brother is still alive and living well in Crowclan? Well he wouldn’t have chosen the name he bears in remembrance for a cat he thinks is alive now would he? So no he has no idea he still has kin. So that fateful night that broke the pair apart. He and his brother were only three moons old when the storm rolled in during the early evening. The black she cat swept in and didn’t even falter before taking out their mother, whose name Pyrusblaze could never remember, with a quick blow. The deep amber eyes flashing, the unknown she cat stalked forward her eyes seemingly draw to Pyrus and his flaming pelt, not evening noticing Pyrusblaze. He cowered in the corner of the den as the she cat picked up his brother and padded to the front of the den, turning to flash one last crazed look at Pyrusblaze muttering, “You lucky kitty you.” Then she was gone, a clap of thunder sealing her words. But was he lucky? She had taken his brother, killed his mother, for all he knew his brother had been thrown into the river they lived by. He could stay in the den no longer so he ran, away from the den that contained his mother’s body and so many other memories. He ran blindly barreling through the forest and only stopping when he barreled into a spotted cat taking to young tom by surprise. He had run into a cat known as Lynxblaze. Pyrusblaze was finally broken thinking he had run into another cat and this time they will finally kill him. But he couldn’t have run into a better cat at a better time, a time before the tom became a harden killer and was a member of Nightclan. Lynxblaze just picked up the young kit and padded towards camp not knowing what else to do besides take the kit to the Medicine cat and then to Wolfstar who ruled that the kit would be taken care of by one of the queens. And there he stayed in Nightclan, taking the name Pyruskit in honor of his supposedly dead brother. The kit grew up becoming the large, imposing tom he is today. Now that question about destiny, who is destined for greatness? That would be him, he is the one with the ambition to become a great leader. He has put all his being into training, becoming the best he can be. So will he Realize his destiny? That is all up to Wildstar to see his potential behind the rough exterior….You can now Call him by the honored name of PyrusStar having succeeded Wildstar after her disappearance.

Deputy

*Felldusk
Rped by: Kaphex
A strong willed tom cat with a large heart, Felldusk is a valuable asset to his clan. He is rather handsome bearing black and gray tabby stripes over the length of his body except a few places. His paws are pure white along with the tips of his ears, tip of his tail and underbelly. Glowing amber eyes complete the tom's appearance; a rather pleasurable one that she-cats enjoy to look at. Felldusk is a very diplomatic cat and tends to be able to sort situations and arguments out with a calm tone in his voice throughout. However, sometimes the spark flies and his anger gets the better of him. He is a very hot-headed cat and struggles to move on from things that have made him angry. When he is angry, he is threatening and vicious, willing to kill any cat that stands in his way. Which scares him and those around him. He has a particular hate for Dayclan and is often seen watching over the border between Nightclan and Dayclan barely blinking in case a cat tried to sneak in. Perhaps his hate is to to hide his true feelings for a cat within Dayclan but whatever the reason is his hate goes down well with Nightclan. Nobody trusts them and nobody ever will. Felldusk is extremely kind and friendly if not a bit emotional and heartbroken. He has a very haunting past. Felldusk was born in Fireclan along with his sister Cinnamonflight whom he got on very well with. They were extremely close. Felldusk as a kit was very serious but not afraid to go adventuring which seemed to be what he always used to do. His sister on the other hand was unbelievably hyper but loving all the same. At first, they had no friends within Fireclan but soon became good friends with two fellow kits: Youngkit and Mangokit. Youngkit truly loved Cinnamonkit and she loved him back. Mangokit and Fellkit were quite shy about their relationship but they definitely liked each other and you could clearly see it. They always ventured off together into the forest until one day they came across a fast flowing river with a few rocks jutting out in uneven intervals. Felldusk went first even though he was deadly afraid of water. Next was Mangokit, then Youngkit and then Cinnamonklit and they all made it across safely. Then ventured a while more before realising it was getting very near to dusk and they were quite a way from camp. They quickly rushed over the river but Mangokit slipped. Luckily, the three kits managed to save her pulling her onto land before any damage could be done. Except some had already been done to Felldusk. He felt sick, frightened, he felt in his bones that something was going to happen with water. When they were older. He decided to shake it off and completely forgot about, continuing with day to day life in Fireclan. Until Fireclan was destroyed. He was asleep in the nursery snuggled up next to Mangokit when his senses started twitching. Smoke. He darted up waking the kits and queens in the nursery and ran out into the camp to discover that everyone else could sense it to. And that's when he saw it. Yellow and orange tongues lapping at the forest from every direction and it was gaining on them fast. They had no plan except to run anywhere you could and as fast as you can. The four kits quickly ran to a small opening that they could just make it through. Felldusk and Cinnamonflight heaved themselves through the flames touching their backs as they did. They turned around ushering Mangokit and Youngkit through but before they could a flaming branch crashed down between them leaving the kits seperated. Without looking back they both ran as fast as they could making it unknowingly to Nightclan territory. Their fur was singed a few cuts and bruises covering their bodies from falling trees and falling over. They both collapsed by a tree completely exhausted and heartbroken. They had lost their friends and their clan all in the span of 10 minutes or less. They woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. They could easily tell they were in a medicine cat den of some sort but which clan and where they didn't know. They were in Nightclan. A few warriors on an early morning patrol had found them huddled up together unconscious. They quickly got better and were made apprentices and soon after that warriors. They had settled again as if Fireclan had never existed. But they both could feel deep down that something was missing. Their birth clan and their to be mates. Both were out on a hunting trip when it happened. The accident that changed Felldusk. He had been a happy and bubbly cat all the time when now you got a rare smile that was proper and really meant. Cinnamonflight hopped over a fast flowing river on rocks jutting out. Getting to the middle she slipped crashing into the water that quickly began to take her downstream. "Grab my paw!" Felldusk had screamed rushing to the precarious edge holding out his paw. Cinnamonflight gripped in digging her claws in making Felldusk yowl in pain but he held on and began to drag her across the river towards him. But it all happened at once. Her claws slipped out and she fell, dragged deeper down until she disappeared with Felldusk shouting her name minutes after she was gone. His sister's death had haunted him and still does in his dreams and in his waking hours. Half of him was lost when she died. And now Felldusk is heartbroken, a cat longing for a mate who he can care for.

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Co-Deputy

Tempestfrost
Rped by Tempestfrost
Her heart has been scarred, burned, and pierced. Her soul is a tempest, a whirling storm, ready to strike at any given moment. Her name is Tempestfrost. Tempestfrost is a dark grey she-cat with beautiful grey eyes. Her personality is a bit confusing, so try to bear with me. Tempestfrost is generally a very kind cat, always happy, and joyful, but at others, she can be the scariest cat you've met. But, to get on her bad side, isn't very easy, fortunately. When it comes to her battle skills, they are very high, especially when she is fighting in a clearing. Tempestfrost loves nothing but her clan, though it wasn't always the thing she loved most. At one time, she loved a different thing. It was a cat. Her story begins about 8 moons ago, when she was just a kitten. She was born in Sunclan, with her sister, Opalkit. They were absolutely best friends. "Let’s go out and explore the forest, like warriors do!" Opalkit squealed, smiling. Tempestkit blinked, but nodded. "Okay, but if we get in trouble, I'm blaming you, since it was your idea." Tempestkit laughed. Opalkit nudged her playfully. "Furball." Opalkit laughed. The two kits ran towards the camp entrance, but suddenly, the medicine cat walked up to them. "Where do you think you're going?" The cat asked. "Opalkit did it!" Tempestkit giggled, poking Opalkit. The cat sighed. "Oh, for Starclan's sake, come with me. You can help me find herbs, just this once." The kits nodded, and raced after the medicine cat. After a little while of walking. The Medicine cat stopped. "Turn around. Turn around right now. We're going home. Go. Now." The cat said, trembling. Tempestkit blinked, opening her mouth in confusion. "Go! Go!" The cat hissed, pushing them in the direction of camp. Tempestkit yelped, and begam running, taking the hint. But Opalkit didn't take the hint. Opalkit giggled, and ran away from the Medicine Cat, and ran farther into the forest. There was a roar, and a large yelp, then suddenly, a large black and white figure jumped in front of them. "Badger!" The medicine cat screamed, going into panic. Tempestkit tilted her head, backing away slowly. The badger put it's paw out, and inbetween it's claws, was the tiny kitten. Opalkit. She was drenched in blood. Her own blood. Tempestkit gasped, and the whole world seemed to stop. Anger, Sadness, and Confusion filled her senses. She stepped foreward, her head bobbing. Anger completely took over all the senses, and she leaped foreward. But of course, she was just a kitten, so, the badger smacked her, and made her fly into the middle of the Thunderpath. The Medicine Cat ran over to the edge of the Thunderpath and watched. The kit was gone. But was she really gone? Oh no, not hardly. Tempestkit had simply gotten up and ran, right when a monster came towards her, making it appear that she had gotten hit. Tempestkit traveled for about a moon, eating only scraps of fresh-kill on the ground, left by other cats. Then, it happened. She, extremely hungry at the moment, began hallucinating. She was hallucinating that she was in a meadow. Tempestkit ran and ran. But what she didn't know, is that she had run into a river, and she was drowing. Tempestkit blacked out. When she awoke, she was sitting in some sort of den, laying down beside some cat. The cat looked down at her. "Oh, you're awake." The cat purred. It was a tom-cat. "I'm Pyrusstar. Leader of Nightclan." The tom-cat purred. Then, another cat walked in. "This is my deputy." Tempestkit gasped, as Pyrusstar said the last of his sentence. "Welcome, to Nightclan." Well, thats the end of her life story. Tempestfrost has lived in Nightclan, ever since her lucky moment of finding the magnificent clan. Tempestfrost was a warrior of Nightclan for quite some time. She lived there in harmony from the moment she arrived, to the moment she was announced a warrior. Tempestfrost loves her clan like she has never loved before. This she-cat has a mind much like a genius, she always looks farther than expected, and she prefers to use her intelligence to support her clan. Tempestfrost has never really thought about a mate, or kits, though she knows that she doesn't need to wait to be noticed. She'll know what she wants, when, or if it ever comes along. No matter how much you know this she-cat, betray, disgrace, or hurt her clan, and her fierce side will awaken.

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Medicine Cat

Freckleface
Rped by: Zellix

Hidden amongst the freshly fallen snow could possibly be this young she-cat. Her pelt is as white as the snowflakes of leaf-bare. Her name is derived from the tiny brown flecks surrounded her muzzle. Two more distinct markings are her extremely light blue eyes as well as her pink nose. Frecklepaw doesn't ever remember being a kit she just woke up one morning with no memory as to what happened but some do know her past... Raylee was a happy she-kit who would aid in helping take care of sick loners outside of the Mountain Clans as well as help new queens take care of their kits and help with kittings. One day in late leaf-fall, she was crossing an iced over stream to get some borage for a young she-cat who wasn't getting enough milk when her kits were getting ready to pop! As she was crossing this stream, she fell through and hit her head on a rock, thus resulting in no memory of the day she woke up in NightClan, rescued by a passing evening patrol. All she knows is that she wants and needs to help others. Others come before her all the time and then herself. All Frecklepaw wanted to do is help NightClan whenever the cats are sick or need her and that's her only desire in life. As leafbare rolled around, Mothlegs, mysteriously disappeared and Wildstar made Frecklepaw the official medicine cat. Her new name was Freckleface.

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Medicine Cat Apprentice

Foxpaw(fire)
Rped by Paranormalseduction
She's oh so sweet. She is simply perfect in all respects. When you see this cute little she cat you'd notice she resembles a fox. White tipped tail and everything. Her eyes are sea blue and she had a very good intention span. She hates violence and has a habit of helping cats when they're in need. But this made it difficult to fit in to the clan. But to her luck she was appointed for Medicine Cat Apprentice. She was very proud that she got the honor to be under that title. Coming from a kittypet background she was never really smiled upon, but once she came into the group and everyone saw how nice she was, they immediately liked her a lot. She makes friends very easily and has a way of getting along with her fellow clan mates. The she cat has a very good memory, not forgetting anything she is taught. However she can be a bit ditzy at times and seem a little flighty. However even with this trait she works hard at what she does.

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Senior Warriors

Twayblade
RPed by Secretkit
A tawny furred shecat with orange, black, and white spots all over her pelt and friendly green eyes. She is the fighter of her litter, and is often found fighting with her brothers and mother, as she has the fighting spirit of a burning flame. The courage of her ancestors runs through her veins, and she is a highly skilled warrior in all terms. She has never come to terms with the fact that her father left her mother, and it has angered her ever since she learned about it. She looks up to Waterwhisker, and hopes that someday he will be her mentor, but knows that it will probably be her stronger looking brother Leopardfang. All in all a loyal friend and Clanmate, and knows right from wrong.
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Blackphantom
RPed by Secretkit
A black tabby tom with light amber eyes and darker spots all over his belly. He has large curved claws and huge paws that are easy to claw with. Very smart and rather vain, but still is a great tom to chill with. Hates his father for leaving him, his sisters, and his mother alone before they were born, and wishes someday that he can confront him and ask him why. Loves his sisters and brother dearly and holds them very close to his heart, as well as his beloved mother. Hates to get wet, and never likes losing. Always the risk taker of his family, he enjoys getting into fights with his sister Twayblade.
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Truemoon
Rped by Cicleywhisker
A gray and white she-cat with blue eyes that look like the moon. She mother is Moonwish and her father is Rockfeather. She looks exactly like her mother, same color fur and same big blue eyes. The one thing different about her and her mother is that she is ten times more beautiful. She has a kind of beauty that you have to be immortal to get. Her eyes are amazingly bright and her smile is perfect. She is drop dead gorgeous. Despite her appearance other things that make her amazing are that she's funny, kind, weird, lovable, imaginative, colorful, and intelligent. To justify this: she can make you laugh when you feel like crying, she can say at least ten good things about others, she will say random at anytime, which makes her all the more lovable! She can think of anything ordinary to do and make it all the more fun, she thinks of the world in a completely different way, and she got her brain from her mom. From her father she got loyalty. She will stop at nothing to make her clan proud of her. She got part of her looks. She got her bravery. Nothing can scare her and she will go into battle with a smile on her face. She is a great fighter but is better at hunting. She is super fast, like lightning. She would love to have a mate and kits someday, but hopes she will have a chance at becoming leader. Her brother is Bladeflight

Warriors

Raccoonflash
RPed by Secretkit
A silver and black striped tom with a long bushy tail and cheerful green eyes. He is very stealthy and seems to stalk other cats a lot when he is bored, figuring out their habits and dislikes. Very kind and generous, and doesn't eat much, so he's usually on border patrol, as he's not a very good hunter anyways. Has a silent crush on Shimmerpaw, and hopes that in the future, he can win her beautiful heart.
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Bladeflight
Rped by sonado.
A dusty black tom with bright green eyes. His parents are Moonwish and Rockfeather of Nightclan. He doesn't fight unless he has to but when he does, it's unbelievable; considering how lazy he usually is. Most of the time, he can be found running around the forest with his buddies, barely doing anything. He is a little stubborn and usually refuses to accept help. He mostly kids around but can get serious real quick. His favorite saying is: "My claws are sharper than my fangs, and mice bleed when I smile."
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Hiddenspirit
Rped by sonado
A tan colored tom with a black tail and ears and white markings on his front left leg. His eyes rival those of an eagle, almost nothing escapes his notice. These eyes have an unusual color: a barely noticeable lavender tint, otherwise would be considered pale grayish white. He seems to be extremely serious and mature for his age and has great self control. He displays excellent battle instincts and can remain calm in the toughest of situations. He's a great strategist, often being called a "genius". Although still quiet and controlled, he seems much calmer and at peace than he did when he was younger, though the reasons are unknown. He values teamwork and puts the safety of others above his own.
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Paintedheart
RPed by Peach.Blossom
Its sad, so sad that she can never know, never know that we grew up together. I taught you how to fight, we caught our first peice of prey together. I was your older brother, in our Mother's first litter, you where in her second. You wouldn't remember me though, you where too young, to innocent. And then came the storm, the storm that killed our mother, our father and our whole family, it also split us up. We where a bunch of loner's, happy with our simple life. After the storm, I woke up and was alone, all alone. "Wildkit!" I called desperately, you where my world. Days turned to months, and months to years, still there was no sign of you. I gave up all hope of ever finding my beloved sister.Then I met Shiningcloud, she belonged to NightClan. Soon enough I went to join her, hoping for a happy life, one that would make me forget my Mother and Father, but mostly my sister. We had a kit, me and Shiningcloud. One single kit. But it was enough. As soon as the kit was born, Shiningcloud left me to hunt in StarClan, she just died, like that, gone. I was lost, there was noone left. My streaked grey fur waved about me, my light blue eyes dulled in sadness. A golden leaf landed right on front of me, reminding me emediately of my young daughter, Saffronkit. This gave me hope, something to fight for. I'll protect her, protect her with my life. I overcame my sadness, looked after Saffronkit and made sure we where always as happy as possible. Leafbare came around and one night, a group of warriors brought a cat back to camp, she looked about the size of an apprentice. I fell in love, but she only had eyes for a handsome warrior called Emberflame. The cat was called Wildpaw, which meant nothing to me, nothing at all. Untill one day, my daughter piped up. She said that wasn't my sister who died in the storm called Wildkit? That was it! I gasped, it had to be her, the same russet fur and dark green eyes, the same calmness and love for everyone around her. But how could I have fallen in love with my own sister? Time passed, Emerflame died with greencough, Wildpaw was devastated. She then became Wildflower, who became the Clan codeputy. Somehow, I could never bring myself to tell her who I really was, even though we spent so much time together, as friends. I don't think I will ever work up the courage to tell her. How would she recact? Would she still love me? Who knows.
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Swifteye
Rped by sonado
A darkgray and brown tom. He can camoflage himself expertly and go undetected for long periods of time. He is usually calm and focused and has emerald green eyes that are always calm and relaxed. He is known as a troublemaking, funloving prankster. But he is most known for his great speed. His past is unknown. All that is known about his parents are that they both possess the same almost flawless eyesight that he does.

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Mothveil
RPed by Secretkit
A beautiful dustwhite shecat with dappled fawn spots all over her thick shiny pelt. She is known as a Princess, much like her sister Oriolemelody, and glides over the forest floor much like her namesake, a moth. However bothersome moths may be, this shecat is quite the opposite, and lovely and kind mannered shecat with a love of warmth and light. Her fur sticks out slightly at her flanks and is patterned unusually like the wings of a moth, and her beautiful crystal blue eyes shimmer all the time as her thoughts flow through her mind. Her mother is Truemoon, and her father is Hickorypounce, both warriors whom she firmly believes in and hopes to be like when she grows up into a warrior. Her siblings are Oriolemelody, Nightecho, Dustspot, Sootpool, Duckfeather, and Heatherberry, and she loves them very much. Love matters not to this brilliant shecat, but if someday her heart is struck by it, she will be lost in it forever, and will never turn her back on her mate. Loyalty and honesty is very important to her, and she hopes to be known for it as she grows up. Never judges without getting to know a cat, and is always friendly and matteroffact about things. Mothveil is extremely fond of light and warmth, but does not know that it will be her downfall, for as many say: "Thus hath the candle singed the moth". Curiosity is one of her greater qualities, and she is often found snooping around the forest looking for new adventures or friends. She flits through the camp like a gentle creature of flight, and her heart and soul are eternally loyal towards her homeClan, NightClan.
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Sootpool
Rp'd by sonado
A pale gray colored tom with icy blue eyes that can send chills down your spine. Usually found alone, he can be stubborn and hard to get along with. Though he doesn't seem like it, he is extremely loyal, especially to the few cats that are able to gain his trust. He occasionally doesn't do what he is told if he doesn't believe it will benefit him or the clan. Not one for words, he doesn't like wasting his breath on those he deems "pests" unless, of course if he is shouting at them to be quiet. He is the son of Truemoon and Hickorypounce, brother of Oriolekit, Heatherkit, Mothkit, Nightkit Duckkit, and Dustkit.
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Saffronsong
RPed by Peach.Blossom
Priss? Yes. That's all there is to say really. The other kits tease her, they call her names such as 'kittypet' and 'Prissy'. Saffronkit doesn't mind though, not one bit. To be completely honest with you, thats exactly what Saffronkit would like to be, a kittypet. I mean, what's better than a nice warm nest all year 'round, and food without having to get your paws dirty? She see's no point in sacrificing her own time to feed the rest of her Clan. Some may call her self centered, others shallow. But who cares what people think of her? Only her own thought counts. Saffronkit is a beauty though, with stunning golden fur that shines like the sun, and striking, bright yellow eyes. She tries her best though, because she knows that her Father is having a hard time. Saffronkit would have loved to meet her mother, but she had already died before Saffronkit had even opened her eyes for the first time. Her Father is called Paintedheart, a noble warrior of NightClan. They had lived theretheir whole life, alongside their friend Wildflower. Friend? Well, actually there is a story behind that, Wildflower is a lot more than just a friend, she is Paintedheart's sister, Saffronkit's aunt. The thing is, nobody knows this. Saffronkit never understood why her father hadn't wanted Wildflower to know that they where related, it was a mystery, and an unsolved one at that.
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Hallowedjustice
RPed by єυρhσяια
A calico tom with hard, jade eyes. He has a solid, steady gaze that seems to penetrate you and see right through to your true self. Everyone is as transparent as glass to him; it's like peering through a window into a field of flowers, for he can spot the weed instantaneously. He has the innate ability to interpret the true meaning behind other's words or masks. The masks they wear every day, those hollow masks of emotion he recognizes sunrise after sunrise on the same faces. He dares not hide himself from others, but wears the crown of justice; not a mask, not something fake, but some true, and heart-felt, right down to the roots of his soul. His heart constricts every time he sees a lost opportunity or hope, and destroyed dream. He rights the wrong, and stands up for the inwardly righteous, for his nature is of the purest, most hallowed justice. He has a way of just pouring his goodness, enlightenment, and strength into you when he looks into your eyes and you look back, like there is a string, a bond, in between you, strung with hope and peace and truth. He seems to inject his own feelings into you, as though he is melting his own preferred mask onto your face, changing you, inspiring you. He is as fair as he can be, and gives the best advice he has to give, and most of all devotes his entire self to NightClan, a light in the darkness.
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Redeye
RPed by foxsnair
A careless young tom with eyes like rubies stares deeply into your soul. After a while, he can't help himself, an intimidating battle stare turned to a funny skit from "SNL." This Tom, known as Redeye, has only one interest... smiles. Redeye prefers to stay with the kits and make the queens job easier instead of hunting or fighting. Redeye's kind is very unusual, he is albino. His dam and Sire are unknown but he has never once thought of that. If you like fun, than you'll never find a cat greater than this.
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Fluorescentradience
Rped by єυρhσяια
A she-cat with the most unique, intricate pelt; her fur is more colors than a calico, tortoiseshell, and mottled put together. Golden stripes flow over her body, crisscrossed by faint dashes of rust brown, splashed ginger all over, dipped in black, painted with white; just about every color. Her eyes, however, are curiously the same color; no different hues, just a solid yellow, not unlike a hawk's. She is only named for her appearance, however, for she is a dark cat at heart. Her mother immediately named her Fluorescentkit because of her pelt, is all. She's pretty much a power-hungry, evil kitty who just barely holds back from slashing her enemies' throat in front of witnesses. She usually caries herself elegantly, and her eyes tend to have this permanent murderous look. Unfortunately, she has absolutely no excuse for her evil nature; over the seasons, she's just developed the belief that life is to be lived by the strong only, and that the strongest shall prevail, and that the weak shall be slaughtered, so she seeks out weaklings in her clan and aims to bring them down. So beware of Fluorescentradience. The fact that she is evil without cause is even more frightening, for she treats kits no differently than warriors, except that kits are so young that she can't be sure whether they will be strong or not when they grow up, so she usually just ignores them. She has no tolerance for failure, and would be very hard on an apprentice. Brutal, even.
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Ferretcharm
RPed by Secretkit
Dark brown she-cat with starved looking contemptuous green-amber eyes, and a lighter reddish tuft of fur at the tip of her tail and ears. Slender and wiry, she can fit and weave through the most intricate maze of thorn bushes, and slink through the undergrowth like the cunning animal for which she is named. Quite disliked among other kits and warriors, she relishes hate, and can't stand mushiness, lovey dovey things nor anything else like that, other than the tender affection of her mother and father, Cardinalsong and Wolfstar. Believes StarClan to be nonexistant, which has brought her several troubles, and constantly finds herself wondering whether there is a world of hate, malice, and jealousy for which she is destined. Can really only stand Foxkit, although it seems she should like her twin Weaselkit better, and can be found in the shadows, thinking or plotting against someone. Looked up to Thornwhisper before he died, for she knew of the things he had done, on account of witnessing his crimes once or twice by accident, and hates the fact that he died, for he would have made a great mentor. But who knows, he could still make a good mentor, where he's going...
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Foxflight
RPed by Secretkit
A bright, cunning ginger tom with unusual forest green eyes. Has the shape of his mother, Cardinalsong, and carries a much lighter version of her pelt colour. Loves his family very much, and is particularly close to his sister Cranekit, for he belives that she is blind, but as he has never seen a blind cat before, he cannot tell whether she is or isn't one of them. She also acts very well. There seems to be something cheery about this tom, about the way he carries himself, talks to others, and treats others. Strong and sturdy, he can't wait to be a warrior, and hopes to be one of the best in his time, beside his siblings. Wary of the fact that most kits don't like him for his optimism, but he doesn't care. He has a rather unusual liking for catching and eating particularly huge rabbits, and as one of the older NightClan warriors has commented, seems to act and look quite identically to a Foxflight of the olde CreekClan
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Stainedvision
RPed by Secretkit
Very pale brown tom with soft velvety green eyes. He has patches on his muzzle and pelt that look like stains, as well as unusual spots in his eyes, hence his name, Stainedvision. He is a loveable tom, yes, but can be sometimes proud and haughty. His mother is Wildflower, the Clan deputy, and his father is Raccoonflash, a loyal NightClan warrior. He has a few siblings, and he loves them very much. Hopes to someday be more than just a warrior of NightClan, but that is just a dream, a good dream that he will never forget. Someday, he will find love, he knows it in his heart, but for now, he is content just being friends with other people.
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Fossilfang
Rped by Paranormalseduction
There is mystery in things we are unfamiliar to. Such things like relics of old times. Fossilfang is much like those relics. He is surrounded in a cloud of unforetold history. When he was first seen by his now clanmates they saw a lonely and silent dusty spotted brown tom cat his eyes glowed green in the shadows. He is muscular, oh so very muscular. And with a handsome face you couldn't resist him I'd you tried. However with the unknown past that shrouds him with dark clouds most prefer to keep their distance from him mainly because they are unsure of his capabilities. But also they see it as an advantage. Cats like him are often strong and powerful aids in battle. Though most don't realize Fossilfang is a very good cat, despite his silence. But even if cats tried to know him it wouldn't be easy to do.
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Thistleheart
RPed by Secretkit.
Dark brown tom with spiky fur. He has eyes of a vivid green leafy shade, and a tone of voice that is high-pitched and cruel, like the sound of claws scraping over rocks. He is very tall, and has a long whip-like tail that he often uses as a distraction to his foes and enemies. An excellent fighter, and a lover of the cold, as well as shadows and dark murky water. Is secretly in love with somecat, but knows she likes someone else, and would not accept his feelings, for he is a cat of frosty nature.
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Royalblue
RPed by Peach.Blossom
A muscular-built tom-cat with black fur with blue tint, royal blue eyes and grey socks. As a kit, he was adventurous, getting him into a lot of trouble. But now, Royalblue lives up to him name. He stands tall, and fights with a passion, like a king. Of course, this tom has some 'cons' too. One is that he is too flirty for is own good, and has broken a lot of she-cat's hearts along the way. Another is his anger, which comes out in short bursts. And this tom's worst habit is sucking up to the leader and deputy.Royalblue has friends, but he is always the leader. That is just the way it is, don't question his authority. Deep down inside, he has a kind heart. But it will take a lot of looking to find it. For now, you had better put up with him, or be ready for the fight of your life.
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Nightecho
Rped by .:Midnightfrost:.
his black pelt melts into the night. His blue eye resembling a puddle at night reflecting the night sky speckled with stars. This in Nightecho. Son of Truemoon a lost deputy of Nightclan, son of the night that prowls. He hasn’t been to Nightclan since his mother left but he has come back from the barn. He liked his life there but really longed for clan life again. So he has returned finding the clan has a new leader and deputy. He one day wishes for his mother to return but till the he lives on in the night.
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Pheonixflight
Rped by .:Midnightfrost:.
Pelt of flame and a heart to match, beautiful doesn’t do this she cat justice. Her deep amber eyes could show the deepest sympathy or the most heated hatred. This is a she cat that could stop any tom in their tracks just with a single word, though it might not just be her beauty. Her voice has an odd tone that make you want to obey her, not like hypnosis, but like the sound of bells that draw you in. She has had many toms loss their hearts for her but there is only one tom that has ever caught her eye, but as the rest of her life had played out it was a tragic love. She met him when she was an apprentice and he was a loner trespassing on Nightclan territory. She confronted him like a good clan cat, hissing and spitting, then asking him to get off of the territory. But he didn’t he just walked away like she wasn’t even there. That ticked off the prickly apprentice, so she followed him all the way to the border where he stopped and sat down. The young tom smiled a cocky smile and said, names Flight, what’s yours? She was flabbergasted; the tom had waltzed onto the territory and then just asked her what her name was? Of course it made her curious about him, this grey tom that was cocky, and sly as a fox. She told him her name and he just put that cocky smile right back on his face and said, well Phoenixpaw I hope to see you again, soon. With that he disappeared across the border and Phoenixpaw walked back to camp, mind reeling. From that day on he seemed to always be waiting for her outside of camp and slowly they became friends and she often asked him to join the clan but her always refused. After her warrior ceremony she became Phoenixburn and her relationship with Flight changed, she started to see him in a new light, as the hansom tom he really was. One day they were sloppy not hiding as well as they usually did and they were found, by one of her clan mates, one who also loved her. Too bad he was the jealous type. He killed Flight, out of cold blood. Pheonixburn’s soul almost died that day, the tom had killed the cat she loved and that crippled her. She pelted back to camp, covered in blood, and collapsed in the warrior’s den. She didn’t come out for days, crying on and off. After a long time she got her up and went to the leaders den and asked her to change her name, to Pheonixflight. It has taken her moons to recover from the loss of her mate, and she vowed to never love again, unless Flight found a way to tell her I was okay. And he did coming to her in a dream and telling her to live her life and he would be waiting for her when she was done here. She got up that day and decided to pour her life into her clan, and hopefully her future love. But she yearns for the day she can help her clan further, possibly even laying down her life for the place she calls home. -

Tormentedmind
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A slender tom, with fur as black as night, and mischeifious imperial blue eyes that shine under the moon's glow. Quiet. Peaceful. This tom is very shy. He hardly speaks, unless he becomes his other side.... Dark Torment. He will yowl and hurt when some cat outrages him so much, he loses all his sanity. Irony. A gentle cat, until someone angers him. He would never dream of hurting one of his clanmates, but he has had a record of being bullied. He's quite small for a tom, and the others seem to enjoy picking on him. Beware bullies. He has a dark side.
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Oriolemelody
Rped by Cicleywhisker
There is something special about this little she-cat. Something very special, indeed. The sight of her sends your heart fluttering, faster than a hummingbird's wings. At a very young age, she was beautiful. Blessed with a sweeping pelt and eyes with a brilliance more than the stars. Her pelt is mostly white but it is laden with patches of pure black and blazing orange, some overlapping. Her eyes... Well, her eyes can not even be defined with words. They are blue, like really blue. You can't have a blue deeper than the color of her eyes. Like to pools filled with minuscule crystals, all sparkling and shining and catching the light that dances on her face. She has a way of making you smile. The odd ways of her mother, her mother's mother, and even her mother's mother's mother has been passed through generations down to her. She loves the gift she has been lucky enough to have been given. Every time she sees that she has made someone happy, it makes her happy and when she's happy, it's almost certain that one of her glorious smiles will come out to shine in the spotlight. Everything about her is full of grace. Her eyes, her movements, her way of speaking. All of it just flows out of her so smoothly that nothing can brake its sleek surface. Her mother, Truemoon deputy of NightClan, gave her the name 'Oriole' because of her uniquely similar appearance to the bird that captures the envy of many but soon realized that more than looks is shared between the two. "With such grace it moves. With such a heavenly voice it sings. A free heart beats under its glorious feathers. Everything about this bird is beautiful and you, my daughter, have been blessed with the gifts of the oriole. You are my oriole." The first time her mother said that, they were on their own. Her similarities she shared with the amazing creature was no secret when she became an apprentice. Soon enough, her mother's words caught on and they were revised to fit Oriolemelody. Now it this is what is said about her, "With such grace she moves. With such a heavenly voice she sings. A free heart beats under her glorious fur. Everything about her is beautiful. She is our oriole." The oriole is sacred to her. It is her symbol. You can often find her singing with them, her voice caressing your ears and capturing you in her spell. Orioles have never minded her presence, she makes them comfortable. She does that with everyone. She just gives anyone around her a feeling of peace. The birds love to hear her sing and join in with her. They repeat the notes she sing. They will even repeat a song she hums. Most of her clanmates call her Lady Oriole or sometimes Princess Oriole because she acts and speaks like she is in a higher class. It's not like she tries, she just does. With calling her those two names, they are not making fun of her. A lot of cats respect the small cat for her wisdom, beauty, and leader-like qualities. Not only that but she is a natural fighter and hunter. No one can beat her when she's fighting as hard as she can. She's too fast, too swift, too distracting. It's hard to focus on her when she's staring at you with her intense blue eyes. Some get the sensation of drowning while looking into them. As mentioned before, her mother is Truemoon. Her father is Hickorypounce, a cat she admires greatly. She has six siblings, all whom she cares about dearly. They are Mothveil, Duckfeather, Dustspot, Nightehco, and Sootpool. She also has one uncle, Bladeflight, a great grandfather, Lunarblaze. She also has one great aunt, Suntail. Her family is large, but that is her favorite thing about NightClan. No matter how big or small your family, the whole clan is like a family. -

Petalfrost
Rped by Cicleywhisker
The moment you see her, your stuck, addicted. Her image lingers in your mind when she is gone. Her sweet scent fills the air, a scent so pleasant you'd assume its source is just as wonderful. Her round, honey brown eyes encourage you to come near with their innocent flare. She leaves you wanting more from the very first day and there isn't much you can do about it. There isn't anything deceitful about her. Just as her appearance suggests, she is pure and kind and angelic. She obeys those whom have power and never speaks out of turn. The warrior code is sacred to her and she would never dare to break it. Petalfrost is a silent type, and quite self-conscious even though she has no reason to be. Despite that, she is pretty good at making friends. She may not be the one to make the first move, but whoever does never regrets doing so. In the young she-cat's eyes, there is always a chance at redemption. If you fall from the top, there is a chance you will get right back up, and maybe go beyond due to new experience. Wisdom is not something she lacks. In fact, she has more than she should. Lessons can be learned from her, lessons that will bring you far in life. The one advice she gives to many is make mistakes, because you in the end gain more than you loose. Gentle is her spirit and kind is her heart, although she speaks the truth. It's hard for her to hurt someone, but her opinion will be heard when it counts. You may think you can take advantage of this fragile being, but you've got another thing coming. Underneath all of her innocents there is a fire, and that fire blazes in time of need. Though she doesn't care much for pointless battle, her fighting is impeccable. She never misses a beat and strikes at the perfect time, recoiling quickly to dodge her opponents attack. This method works flawlessly and helps with self-defense, which is basically the only thing she uses her skill for. An angel of ivory, Petalfrost casts her compassion and purity over the clan. When around her, you can't help but do the right thing. What causes this is a mystery. She just seems to have that effect on others, an effect that brings out the best in them. A diamond in the rough becomes simply a shining diamond when near her. Many toms are captured by her elegance, magnatism, and beauty, but she isn't that easy to impress. If she feels like a tom is not right for her, that decision will not be swayed. She takes things slow to really get to know a cat. She doesn't want to make the wrong choice and risk heartbreak so she is really careful, which proves difficult for finding mate. That doesn't matter to her though, because she realizes that even if it takes a long time, the right tom will be willing to wait for her. She would love to have a family one day, but her clan will always come first. Loyal, quiet, and open-minded, Petalfrost shocks everyone with her sweet, pure heart. - DarkpeltRped by jaymist
A black tom with red paws and fern green eyes. He has a lighting stripe birthmark. His brother is a loner named Darkheart He is dark-hearted a hates enemy cats. He has a crush on Darkheart's mate. He loves to fight and is bloodthirsty. He is gentle when it comes to kits. His mate is Lillyfrost and he has 3 kits. He is a good hunter and a great fighter. -

Aqualove
Rped by Lifeheart45
A blue-gray she-cat with pinkish eyes and black stripes.Aqualove is a very gentle cat and sweet. She loves New-leaf the best of all seasons for it is not too hot nor too cold.Aqualove is not delicate,but only in her steps. Landing soft ad walking silently you could say she is very quiet because she is. That is one out of two of her natrul talents. Her second is she is quick and agile and super fast. Loving and caring Aqualove would love to have kits and a mate.
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Arcaneblast
Rped by Jazz<3
Beauty beyond compare. That's essentially what it comes down to when referring to this she-cat. Beautiful. She is a white she-cat, who's body is patched with very light grey patches. Her most prevelant patch runs from around her eyes down her back, gracing her rib cage as it goes to her tail in a thick cloak, but it is not the only one. Her nose is also this grey, and in this grey, slightly darker stripes run through. Her fur lays on her body in a very flat, very sleek way, and her fur is anything but "fluffy". But with every beauty is an arcane, right? Her namesake? Yes, with every beauty there is a mystery. Always something to set them apart from the Mary Sue's, yes? Well, her's is her willingness to go against anything and everything in the warrior code. She is very self-centered, and if something benifits her, she will do it, no matter how constitutional it is. She will kill, she will steal, and she has done both. That is her little secret. The one that few know. Because, honestly, she acts just like another "sharper" cat, one who's comment always comes last. She shows she's self-centered, but she doesn't show the darker essence that has brought blood to her paws. She doesn't let the clan know that she thinks StarClan is pathetic. She doesn't let anyone know that her heart is solely with the Dark Forest, or with herself. Whatever you wish to think. She's a tainted cat, not that any really know. And that taint was brought on by another secret that she guards. As a kitten, she was abused.Honestly abused. Both physically and mentally by her father. He was cruel to her, and she was never good enough. He mauled her viciously when she did something wrong, and she was treated like dirt. This was because her pelt, her gender, went against her father's line of all black tom cats with green eyes. She was a she-cat, one whos pelt was anything but black. He hated her for it. He'd come close to killing her several times over something she couldn't handle. One night, when she was the age of the average 'paw, he went to try to end her. His beating was extra-harsh that night, and it left her begging for mercy. "I'll do anything..." she coughed, blood welling in her throat. Her father pondered the thought, and came up with a quick suggestion. He went and found a black tom with blue eyes, one outside their family, to become mates with his daughter. "Any kits that do not follow the line will be killed. As will you," he promised, as he brought the tom to her. She learned his name was Aurison, and he was much, much kinder than her father. She actually fell somewhat in love with the tom, and she was happy that the kits would be his. She had a litter at the age of eight moons. It was a little of six. All looked like her or were pure white with green eyes, and one was the black-with-blue tom that her father was looking for. Her father quickly disposed of the kits, killing them all quickly. It was then that all light left the she-cat. The poor kits were killed, just because they were not the right color. When her father turned to her, it was Aurison who ended up loosing his life to protect her. He had been hunting when her father had came, and now he was furious. His last words to his mate were "Go, run as far as you can." Arcanepaw did, and took her kit, her lone surviving kit, with her. NightClan was very accepting of her, and they tried to teach her her ways. Especially in their believes. But Arcaneblast, expecially when she got her warrior name, knew that StarClan was not something she could accept. She became a follower of the Dark Forest, as she is today, although she still keeps it as a secret.
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Rowanfinch
Rped by: xPumpxItx
Beautiful misery. She's a look but don't touch kind of cat. Rowanfinch's beauty is undescribable. Not many can compare to her gloriously slender figure and her captivating canary yellow eyes. Those eyes alone are lovely enough to make a tom's knees weak and his breath short. Her long, glimmering russet fur carries the scent of gardenias while her shimmering white paws seem to dance over the ground very gracefully. Her enriching features may seem absolutely stunning, it is not something she is proud of. Rowanfinch does not like to attract crowds and stand out. She would much rather be hidden in the back. Her voice is rarely louder than a whisper but she can assert herself if had be. Her tongue seems to be tipped with venom and her witty, sarcastic responses could possibly leave scars. Most don't dare to approach her once they have experienced this. If someone stubborn enough gets to know her, however, they may see that she is actually a shy, yet friendly cat.
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Shatteredsoul
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Fur that is broken itself. Eyes soft and caring. Shatteredsoul has ginger and black patches of fur over innocent white fur. She gazes at you with bright jasmine eyes. Her name used to be Jazmine, until she joined Nightclan.What happened? A civil war. just a small one between the misfit band of rogues she traveled with. Their old 'leader' had disappeared overnight, and the meaner ones in the group started arguing over who would take his position over. The cats who stayed back away from the fight? Most of them escaped. But she tried to get away as the bloodbath started, after she watched her mate die in front of her eyes. She tried to escape with her three kits, but she only got away with one. She came to Nightclan, not knowing where else she could turn to. They took her and her kit in, but kept a close eye on the strange cat. Now she lives happily in Nightclan with her kit, Whisperedsecrets.-
Softflower
Rped by Splashcloud
A black she-cat with soft fur and grass green eyes. She has long fur and a bushy tail. She hates to fight and loves to hunt, which is strange since she is way better at fighting then hunting. She likes to spend her days hunting. Softflower wants a mate and kits. She was born to two clan cats, Dreamfire and Rabbitsky. Both her parents died in a badger attack. She moves swiftly through the night and can see well in the dark. She is nice, kind, an loves to try to make friends
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Flourescentsmile
RP'ed by episkey
Just smile. Smile in the face of danger. Just light up the world with your smile. Flourescentsmile is the beautiful white-furred she-cat you always see smiling. in fact, 'frown' is a word she doesn't know. Perhaps as those few prior sentences insinuate, she is a very bright, bubbly Warrior. Her laugh is of liquid joy, and often the first sound NightClan hears in the early mornings is her. She is a very early riser, preferring to take a few hours to relax before the hustle and bustle of the normal NightClan camp. Everything amuses her, whether it be a kit or a fish slapping water at her with its tail. She looks on the bright side - after all, 'nothing has a dark side unless you make one.' Flourescentsmile has a pair of beautiful azure eyes that glimmer and flash when she crinkles them as she giggles. She loves to play and romp around. She's almost never serious. Flourescentsmile was born a NightClan cat, but in her early apprentice days, she wandered off in the woods and was picked up by a family of Twolegs and taken to their den. There, she was kept until she could escape moons later. By then, all her fellow apprentices had graduated and become Warriors, but she had to complete the required moons, which is why all though she is considered a 'new warrior,' she's as old as many of the older Warriors. She is loyal to NightClan as can be.
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Flowerfeather
Rped by jaymist
Small white she-cat with amber eyes. She is kind, gentle, and caring. Her and her siblings were seperated at birth. She was raised by the Nightclan with her brother, Nightstalker. Her siblings are Snowfire, Nightstalker, and Bluemist. She is an outstanding hunter and fighter. She wants a mate and kits someday.
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Nightstalker
Rped by jaymist
Small jet black tom with amber eyes. He is very grumpy alot, but is really sweet. His siblings and him were seperated at birth. His siblings are Snowfire Flowerfeather and Bluemist. He is part Dark Forest and was rasied to be evil before he joined Nightclan. He is an awesome fighter. He wants to be leader someday and have mate and kits.
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Snowfire
Rped by jaymist
A white tabby she-cat with red stripes and green eyes. Her personality is like a copy of her sister's, Flowerfeather. She and her sister have a thing where they can feel each others feelings. Her siblings are Bluemist, Flowerfeather, and Nightstalker. They came together after being seperated at birth. She is a shadow in the night even with her white pelt. She is like a lion in battle. She can be sweet when she wants to. She wants to be leader and have a mate and kits.
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Bluemist
Rped by jaymist
a blue-grey she-cat with pool blue eyes.She has two sisters and one brother. She is light on her paws in battle. She is and awesome hunter. She is the best hunter in the clan. Her siblings are Snowfire, Flowefeather, and Nightstalker. She wants a mate and kits some day.
RPed by jaymist
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Chaceflame
Rp'd By Heathersong981
Dark blue and white tom with burning green eyes. He has small tough paws and a bright and inviting smile. He is most recognized for his speed an agility, he loves to run and race with his best friends. He has a dream of becoming leader one day, and makig his clan the best. He's ver talkative and would join almost any conversation. When he's not with his friends, he likes to sneak around camp, and tends to get himself caught for eavesdropping. Most of the time he lests himself get caught so he doesn't have to listen anymore, since he's a good eavesdropper, and is light on his paws. His sister Violet died when s pack of wild cats attacked when he was just a kit. He vows to avenge her death, and take out those who killed her. He remembers their scent and always keeps a look out when he's around new cats.
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Chocolatespice
Rp'd By Heathersong981
Dark brown she-cat with large amber eyes. She's very pretty with soft dusty white paws and a white tail tip. She is not particularly shy, but feels like she has a lot of things to say as a young kit. She enjoys playing with her clanmates, and hopes to become a strong warrior. She can be pretty persuasive with her words, but when she doesn't get what she wants, she can be seen annoying the cat until she finally does. She's not fully a trustworthy cat and has trouble keeping her mouth shut when told a secret. Chocolatespice didn't have the most privileged or enjoyable kithood. She had to learn to fend for herself at a very young age. But, a cat she know she can trust is former Medicine Cat Shuddersecret. He's calm and trustworthy, and always knows the right words to say. But other than Shuddersecret it's hard for her to trust others, thinking that they have the same problem as her.
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Shuddersecret
Rp'd By Heathersong981
Quirky but quick to think silvery-blue tom with deep darting blue eyes. Shuddersecret is talented in many ways, mainly making cats uncomfortable. He can make cats uncomfortable by guessing what their thinking, which he is usually always right about, and telling their secrets out loud by 'accident'. Although he has many secrets, he is quick to think before he ever talks. He loves to learn about herbs, and is always eager to learn something new. He stores the herbs scent, shape and where they are located in his mind by closing his eyes and breathing deeply in and out and sometimes he shudders. Shuddersecret respects his leader, although he is quick to call out if he thinks something should be changed. He hates the thought of having a mate, thinking that a mate and kits would just slow him down forever. He can be very ambitious and wants things to turn out his way, and he can suck up to cats by trying to seem cute and quirky. His hopes to be the smartest, most talented medicine cat of all time were cut a litle short. Shuddersecret instead went on to want to be a warrior for his clan. His friend Chocolatespice, always keeping him on his paws when she comes to him with her worries. He knows how to help her because of his knack for guessing what she's thinking, or what she's worried about. He has his own opinions on how things should be run, but keeps them inside, not wanting to be disrespectful to his clanmates who like how things are run.
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Leafwind
Rp'd by: AngelYuki3

Warrior-A beautiful she-cat with bright crystal blue eyes and a long white pelt. All four paws are black, and so is the tip of her tail. Like her name, she appears fragile like a leaf, but she is as dangerous as the wind. She learned to move with the wind, literally. Instead of going against the current, she flows with it, making her an acceptional opponent in battle. She is almost never wounded because her battle style is based on defense and avoiding fatal blows, but don't let that fool you. Though she isn't quick to get blood on her paws, she would not hesitate to fight til the death for her clan. Her hunting is exceptionally well, for she is very light on her paws fast and can even take down birds in mid-flight and rabbits with ease. Leafwind is kind and gentle but pretty much mute. She doesn't really like to talk much. Usually when she speaks, something eerie and creepy comes out, but that's only half the time. She likes playing with the kits and helping out anyway she can.
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Shortear
Rped by:Levudazed
Shortear is a she-cat. Shortear has light brown fur and bright green eyes that at times and be scary to look into. Shortear's ears are very short and pointy at the ends and her right ear is a darker brown then her left ear. Shortear's paws are very soft and light pink, she dose not like runing on hard things like rocks, or roads because they would make her pads bleed easy. Shortear's tail is very long and fluffy, and almost half of her tail is a darker brown just like her right ear. Shortear is very fast and sneaky and can stay to the shadows of trees easy. Shortear is not so nice to every cat in her clan but she would fight side by side of anyone of her clanmates in a fight. Shortear's mother was not in the clan but her father was, her mother kept Shortear's sister and her father took Shortear because her mother didn't feel as if she could live in a clan. Shortear's father died soon after Shortear was made a warrior from being forced to eat death beerys
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Rped by: Mistyf00t
Some say she fits in because of herself confident attitude, for her intentions are not always the brightest. Hollygaze has the darkest shade of grey fur, closest to black. Her front paws are white, with a leg warmer affect, then white splotches above that. Her eyes are a tempting amber, piercing and delicate. When it comes to kits, she seems like the softest nursery mother possible. She would defend them and her clan with her life. Don't even try attacking, or she will leave you with some scars to remember
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EraClaw
Rped by: Araqui
Black tom with olive flecks of color along his pelt, and tail. White tipped paws, and ears. Feels in tune with nature, obviously making him strange in others eyes. His eyes like jade, and oddly long claws. His attitude is usually very peaceful, but will fight if aggravated, or if someone he likes is in danger. Separated from his parents, and has been living off scraps found wherever possible. Has very high standards for himself, but doesn't think he's able to fulfill them. Wishes he had friends, and family, but has no idea how to go about finding friends...so he waits, and waits, and waits.....
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Ninetails
Rped by: Vulpixkit
A beautiful she-cat with thick lucious golden white fur. She is calm and peaceful and to others seem aloof but to those who truly know her she is a world of fun. She has a small kit named Vulpixkit(diamond). She would protect her with her life as well as her other loved ones. She loves to white and has sharp claws. She is one of the best fighters and loves to scare some other cats but pouncing on them from behind. She is a wonderful and wise story teller and loves to watch the sky at night. Her eyes look right through you and into your soul. She doesn't judge and will listen to anyone with a story to tell. Like her beloved kit her tail is so big and fluffy it looks like she has nine tails which is how she got her name. The tip of her tail has a slight redish hue to it.
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Mooncrest
Rped by Zladex
A mystery that is easily wrapped up into a white smile. Emotionless, careful, intelligent, many things can be
be learnt from just watching ones shadow and Mooncrest is no exception. His emerald eyes scan you over and make you feel like nothing, like you're the prey and he's the predator, but a smile creeps across his face that feels warm and inviting and hardly fake. Mooncrest is a bit on the tall side and his black fur sleeks across his body, showing off every muscle in his lean body. His chest is the only part of his fur that isn't black, and instead is a daring white color that seems to break through the darkness of his fur. His voice is soft and smooth like a lullaby, and his movements are slow and thoughtful, like he knows everything he's about to say and do already. His white grin is a trademark of his, a cold grin filled with sharp teeth that could rip prey apart easily, but his grin is just a mask to hide his true emotions. If you show too many emotions to someone, then you'll start caring for them, and caring for someone is the worst thing in the world. Most who know his past are dead, it was a cold past that isn't very charming to hear so Mooncrest keeps quiet about it. All he'll say is he has no one left from his past. They're all dead. Which may be a good thing, he has no one to care about and no one to worry about, he's all alone. He usually leaves Nightclan's camp at night, to go somewhere alone so he can cry without anyone knowing... where he's able to cry about his mother, father, and siblings. He sometimes wonders why Starclan took away everything and everyone he loved. Did they hate him? Did they want to teach him a lesson? Why? Will he ever know why? A shadow can tell many things, but shadows have a hard time letting go...
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Dappledmist
Rped by warriorcatsfan98
A beautiful tortishell she-cat with blue eyes and dainty white paws. The tip of her tail and belly are also white. She is very clever and intelligent. She can usually think her way out of a situation. She loves the darkness of nighttime, which is her favorite time to hunt. She is also a ferocious fighter. One of her favorite things to do is go into battle. She loves staying up as late as she possibly can, but hates getting up early. She is very loyal to her clan.
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SpottedClaw
Rped by: AwseomPawsome
Growing up, she was a tough one to control with an endless amount of energy. She had great training, and is a now magnificent hunter. Sneaky and swift is what she’s known for. With a beige pelt dotted black, and bright green eyes she blends in with her surroundings quite well. Now, she is determined and loyal, a cat you can depend on. She is often playful and kind to other clan mates.
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Dewsong
Rped by: Shimmerpelt369
Dewsong is a pale she-cat with white spots and yellow-blue eyes. She has a melodious voice and is very beautiful inside and out. She loves eating white mice because they for some reason taste better. She will protect loved ones with fierce loyalty but has a deep secret. Her deep secret separated her from her family. She would like a mate.
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Crescentcloud
Rped by: Fishflight
In general, Crescentcloud is very shy. If a fellow clanmate approaches her, she may strike up conversation but will back out before long. She is terrified of strangers, but will adjust to certain cats after spending enough time with them. Despite her fears and timidness, she is a brave, if rather reckless, warrior. Her small build does not make her a very good fighter, but she is determined to win. Her fur is mostly white, with black patches on her head and sides. Her tail is thin, short and white with a black tip.
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Cancelledenvy
Rped by tick.tock
Everyone's been jealous at least once in their life. Whether it's because some girl got a guy you wanted, or vice versa, or you think that someone is so much prettier than you... Well, you get the idea. Cancelledenvy is one of those toms. He gets jealous over everything. From the new mysterious tom who's got all the she-cat's swooning, or that apprentice over there who could beat his own. In a sense, he simply can't control his emotions. Cancelledenvy is both humongous and powerful. His body ripples with muscle upon muscle; he nears the point where you can be called - politely - too fit. Unsurprisingly for such a big tom, he's very clumsy and awkward on his feet. He can stand up without embarrassing himself, of course, but tree climbing? Don't ask unless you want to see a Cancelledenvy pancake. His massive weight breaks even the thickest branch. This tom's pelt is a blanket of white - soft like clouds. His eyes are clear blue. He has great fun pretending to be blind.
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Sparrowflight

Rped by: exorcist.

Sparrowflight is rather small compared to others. However, you can't let her size fool you. Underneath the fluffy fur and cute appearance lies a very fierce and hot-headed she-cat. She has a thick, light brown pelt that's short in length and soft to the touch. Raven-black stripes delicately decorate her pelt, and her white chest, paws, and tail-tip contrast them nicely. She has luminous, golden eyes with flecks of a stunning shade of lime green. Once Sparrowflight sets her mind on something she believes is right, she will stick with it and strongly support it. She's not afraid to share her opinion, and can get ticked off easily. When arguing with another cat, she won't stop until she's won, unless she truly respects you. She is very responsible; if she makes a promise, she will make sure she keeps it. Having no living kin or mate, she is lonely, though she's too proud to admit it.

Sunstreak

RPed by: littlesnowpelt

Bio: A pale yellow tom with dark yellow stripes, pink nose and pads, and dark green eyes. He is a very friendly cat and is rarely shy. He once lived outside a twoleg's territory where they fed him and his cousin Panther scraps. He was called by the silly kittypet name, Scrambles. One day, he left the twoleg territory and went off to the forest while Panther followed. After learning very little of the forest he changed his name to SunStreak. He is very adventurous making him desperate to be in a clan. When adventure is around, Sunstreak is never alone. He hasn't thought of wanting a mate so he feels happy all the time; alone or not.

Whisperingbreeze
Rped by whisperingbreezexx
Whisperingbreeze is a silver-grey she-cat with black paws and black ears. She is very sensitive, but can be humorous at times. She is an expert huntress, but needs plenty more practice in her fighting skills. Her eyes are a dreamy, ice blue that can see through even the darkest of souls. Always on the go, this cat hardly has any time to herself, making sure that the clan is well fed and happy. Whisperingbreeze hopes to one day find someone who can make her as joyful as tumbling kits playing merrily in the nursery, and wishes to have many kits of her own. She is very friendly, trying hard to make her clanmates smile. Ever need a friend? Whisperingbreeze is your gal.

Cloudyfaith
Rped by mistypaw1
A small and almost feminine figure covered with smooth white and grey fur silky to the touch. Dark monochrome eyes, the color of the clouds on an overcast day. Tabby markings that swirl across a soft pelt in a way reminiscent to fog unfurling over a city. That is Cloudyfaith, a poor tormented soul. Once a happy and lively cat that everyone enjoyed to be around, after his mate and kits were killed right before his eyes, Cloudyfaith just wasn't the same cat. That was to be suspected, of course, considering anyone would be traumatized by witnessing such a thing, but in Cloudyfaith’s case, it was simply different. He became somewhat...empty; a hollow shell of his former self. No longer a joy to be around, but instead a bitter and cold cat who was angry with life. He no longer had the will to live, therefore most emotions quickly became foreign to him. The only thing he could seem to feel now, was sorrow, though he was bordering on feeling nothing at all. Every day he plastered on a faux smile, trying not to worry anyone with his problems. Though most could easily tell he really didn't want to be smiling. He truly wasn't happy. What gave him away was his eyes. Though there was a smile so clearly on his face, his eyes were blank, showing no signs of emotion. Every time he smiled, it was broken and pained looking .It's been 4 moons since his mate and kits' death, and still, he just can't recover. He has just accepted that after what has happened, he can never be the same. He can never be happy again. Though perhaps if someone were to show him a reason to live, a reason to be happy....Then maybe he could slowly become the cat he used to be. It would take time and a gentle touch, but it would be worth it…

Ravensong
RPed by: *~Birdheart~*
Bio: A black she-cat with white only on the tip of her tail, and vibrant green eyes. She is smaller than the average warrior and her eyes are large and wide-set - giving her a kit-like appearance. Unsociable, quiet, and taciturn, Ravensong mostly keeps to herself. She's a magnificent hunter and moves silently - whether on patrol, hunting, or simply moving around camp, no one ever hears her coming. Since she is so lightweight and agile, she is very good at climbing trees, and in her free time she does just that. Climbs to the top of the highest tree she can find and sits upon the highest branch she can reach, merely watching the life of the forest beneath her. She watches the owls hunt, the mice scurry, the voles dive into their homes for sleep. She watches the patrols come and go, and all the while is never seen unless she wishes to be. She hunts best at night due to her dark-colored fur, and the white on the end of her tail is good for signaling other cats without alerting prey or enemies. She's a fierce fighter, with surprisingly long, hooked claws. Her manner of fighting is somewhat unique, in that she uses her small size and agility to her advantage, and goes after the largest, bulkiest cats she can. She tends to slip under them and tear at their sensitive belly. That, or she uses her strange intelligence to her advantage. She makes herself seem weak and small - not very hard with her physical appearance - and as soon as the cats who do not view her as a threat turn their backs, she strikes, coming at them from behind. Other times, if in the middle of a fight, she will pretend her strength is fading, as though the other cat is winning, and as soon as they let their guard down even the slightest bit, she snaps and goes for their weak spots - the throat or the belly. She keeps away from most of the cats of her Clan on normal days, and prefers to live alone, forever with her private thoughts and musings.

Ebonypelt

Rped by: Cheap-Carny-Ride

This cat is a fairly large and brawny tom. He has large, sharp claws on each paw, and great accuracy, but would almost never hurt a fly unless he was in battle. In fact, the jet-black male would much rather prank one of his clan-mates than tussle in a battle and hurt others. The tom is a big troublemaker, always wandering off during patrols or disobeying others. Ebonypelt would do anything to impress or flirt with a she-cat, whether they're in his clan or not! He'd never turn down a chance to make a new friend, and will defend any close friends or loved ones. When he was a kit, the tom had escaped from the nursery and left camp for an adventure. Of course he'd found trouble while he was out there! He'd spotted a plump rabbit and tried to kill it, figuring that the leader would make him an apprentice early and that he could boast about catching such a big rodent to all of his denmates. This was not the case, for the rabbit had kicked him! It wasn't anything serious, but he wailed pathetically until a warrior came by and took him back to camp. He got yelled at fiercely by his mother, which was then followed by a lecture from the medicine cat when she examined him, plus a fear of rabbits that still secretly exists deep down inside of the tom.

Apprentices

Duskpaw(pelt)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
The color of dusk soaks her pelt. Orange lays on top and slowly deepens to a rusty read which finally ends at her paws as black. That is how she got her name. Duskpelt wears a pair of leafy green eyes to further enhance her prominent beauty, yet not make it overpowering. She may look familar to those who have been in the clan for a while. Study her close enough and you will see an old NightClan warrior standing before you. The way her ears slant, the curve of her lips, the shape of her muzzle, the vibrant colors of her pelt, they way her whiskers all curl more than they should; they all are features that belong to Cherryblaze, who had left the clan because her former loner life was calling so loudly for her, she could not resist it. Now, her daughter has taken her place. At first you may not recognize her, for she has inhereted her father's emerald eyes, but the moment she smiles you see it. You see the carefree young she-cat who always had something good to say about the day. Duskpelt is no different in personality than she is in appearance. There is not one evil bone in her body and she can hardly even give a nasty look let alone say something to hurt someone's feelings. You'd never realize this when she fights though. It's like she was born to kill because every part of her body moves just the way it should to produce a lethal attack. Physically, hunting is all to easy for her. Emotionally, she finds it difficult. Her kind heart prevents her from killing a harmless animal without cause. Every time she hesitates, she has to remind herself that it is for her clan, that if she doesn't kill, her clan suffers. Duskpelt dreams of finding a tom to love and be loved by, one that would be willing to fight for her because she doesn't fall easily. One quality that can be traced back as far as her first ancestors, can be found in the delicate little she-cat. What would that be? Extreme stubborness.
Mentor: Pheonixflight
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Featherpaw
Rped by Silver.*.Angel
A quiet, laid-back she-cat with a dark brown pelt and bright yellow eyes. She is quiet, and prefers to keep to herself rather than to be around other cats all of the time. Nevertheless, she has a kind heart, and once you become her friend, she opens up a bit. She is strongly built, as a clan cat ought to be, and loves star gazing. She can often be found out in the clearing late at night just to look at the sky. She fears abandonment, and therefore is especially loyal to Nightclan. Mentor: Tempestfrost
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Corpsepaw ( wing )
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Death. This she-cat has seen too much of that. Even from a very young age, she watched her mother and father die in the paws of a rouge named Orion. Scarlet. She can never forget that colour. The grass blades were painted with it. She felt alone, so alone. She had her sisters though. They endured everything she had gone through. They became one, fending on their own in the harsh forest. Coldkit and Casketkit were her foundation. Her sisters till the end. The made a vow that day... To never leave each other, even though all they have ever know was death, and pain. Her pelt, is a soft ivory colour that is as soft as a kitten's. Corpsewing is still haunted by these memories, but hopes to conquer them, with the help of her sisters who also wish to leave the past be. Will she ever be free? From those scarlet blades of grass and deathly voices that whisper is her ears? Her forest green eyes show nothing but the hardest determination and hope. She watches the crystalline stars above, wondering if her parents are watching her and her siblings. She desperately hopes so...
Mentor: Racconflash
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Casketpaw ( rose )
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Seeing your parents slaughtered in front of your eyes isn't an easy thing to watch. That's why she hid behind her sister, Corpsekit. She heard the screams, her mother telling them to run, and the heavy thud as their bodies hit the forest floor. Her parents were dead. She couldn't run to anything now. What could she do? She hid in her ' casket ', trying to block out everything that happened, but how could she ignore the cries and pleas? Forgetfulness is not so easy when you have seen something as painful as this. Her and her siblings, Corpskit, and Coldkit hadn't even known why the rouge Orion did this. Did her parents do something to anger him? She remembers the blood, after she opened her eyes to find that they were standing in a pool of blood that stained her pure white pelt. Her amber eyes locked with fear and tears. She cried so long, with her sisters weeping with her. Casketrose hardly ever speaks anymore, except with her siblings. She barely eats, only when her stomach nags her to. Is this what she has to look forward to for the rest of her life? Haunted memories? Mentor: Felldusk
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Coldpaw ( angel )
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
The oldest, the one that's supposed to be brave and strong for the rest. Having to deal with a problem at such a young age tore her apart. Her sisters, Casketkit and Corpsekit, looking up at her for answers and help, answers she didn't have to offer. She tried to fend for food and security, but the pressure built its way up until she couldn't take it anymore. That's when she decided to take her and her sisters to Nightclan. A glimmer of hope sparked into her heart, making her wonder if this is what they needed to live their life normally, though she knows her life will be anything but. She has a pure white pelt, much like her sisters, and pale blue crystalline eyes that shine. She, out of her sisters has the hope and faith, that maybe things can be different. They can start over. Will this kind of dreaming succed? Mentor: Rawanfinch
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Mottledpaw
Rped by xPumpxItx
A quite respectful tom with glimmering amber eyes that show nothing but loyalty and pride. All other emotions are hidden behind those deep orbs. His fur is a semi-dark mottled brown that is also semi-long. He has darker chocolate mottled brown ears and a long pitch black muzzle. He's seemingly kind-hearted and he doesn't really do all that well in crowds. He shows little negative emotion, or, in fact, any emotion. Mottledkit is very quiet, making him a target for some cat's insults. He's doesn't really care, though. They mean nothing to him. Mentor: Shatteredsoul-
MothpawRped by xPumpxItxShe is slightly strange. Her eyes are a beautiful bright honey color and they seem to always be fixed on things that are small and unimportant. They facinate her because that's sometimes how she feels. She is actually a well-respected cat and she's always encouraging others and conversating with cats that rarely get talked to. Mothkit has a lovely pale brown coat with darker dapples and dainty white paws that seem to glide over the ground. Her attitude is very simple and happy.
Mentor: Truemoon
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Mudpaw
Rped by xPumpxItx
At first she seems innocent and quiet but later that is not quite the case. Mudpaw is very outspoken and brutally honest. Her honesty is good at times but some people can't take the truth. She is the one you don't want to pick fights with. Her sharp blue eyes and witty words will leave you squealing away with your tail between your legs. Her coat is a creamy brown with darker brown dapples. When the sun hits it, it seems like those dapples dance. Her underbelly and paws are a glorious white and seems to shimmer as she walks. She is actually a very beautiful cat. She has a slender frame and a slender white muzzle to match. Don't let it fool you, though. She is actually quite strong.
Mentor: Fossilfang
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Hailpaw(fall)
Rp'd by Marionetteღ
A pale grey tom with white paws and mesmerizing silver-blue eyes. Confident and playful, Hailpaw is outspoken and his heart is open for all too read. He is friendly and completely loyal, if not just a bit shallow. His bold demeanor causes him to sometimes act recklessly before thinking, but knows when to stop. Practically an adrenaline junkie, Hailpaw loves fighting, and for him, the fun of hunting is usually in the chase. He believes that trust must be gained, and therefore loves ordeals in which he can prove himself and never backs down to a challenge. Despite the plain, classic life he has led so far in Dayclan, he's the opposite of soft or spoiled and hates to be thought of like that.
Mentor: Arcaneblast
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Riverpaw(tail)
Rped by adventurecat
She is a white she-cat with a solid gray tail and paws. Also the tip of her muzzle has flecks of gray on it. She looks kind and innocent but on the inside she is demanding but lovable. She is also known for her fickle attitude and the gray fur on her neck the is shaped like a star. She used to be a loner with her father because her mother died kitting and her father brought her to the clan for protection. Someday she wants to be leader but every kit has that dream. All she wants to be is loyal to her clan, also she want to someday have kits and a mate.
Mentor: Tormentedmind
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Gingerpaw[Gingerswirl]
Rped by: --ƉancingЯemedy
She's counting the days, counting the nights, counting the dreams, counting the frights. Everywhere she's counting, waiting, hoping, but there's nothing. Her life is a mystery, a book waiting to be opened, yet instead of revealing it's true facts, its lost in a pit of darkness, falling and fading into nothing but /dust/. She gazes upon her reflection and wonders, 'Who am I? what shall I become? Where am I to go? What happened to me?' Strange thoughts staying unaswered. Surprisingly she has still kept herself sane from all the questions revolving around her. Yet just like her past, she lets the darkness consume her, until none of her frame is obscure--as if she had become invisible. Invisible. Nothing. Gone. Tragic words to describe a petite she-cat. Starting from her dark ginger paws, swirls of that vibrant colour lead up towards her back, connecting at the spine and tracing up and down to her tail and skull. Yet that is not all of her wondrous image. Her eyes are colored with the tone of a yellowish bronze, matching her white and ginger pelt just /perfectly/. Shame though, trapped in a world of darkness, this innocent, sweet and loving cat has no one to open the door for her. Yet just maybe, maybe that someone will be you. After all, she is still waiting for her hero. Be her savior, be her helper, or better yet, be her friend. Mentor: Nightecho
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Queens

Juniperfur
Rped by adventurecat
A ginger she-cat with white flecks scattered among her fur also she has white paws. She gets her name from her unique sense of skill with medicine she developed when she was a kit. Right now she doesn't have a mate but hopes she will have one soon. She is energetic and very caring. She loves playing with other kits in the nursery also with her own. Also she loves to frighten them by telling scary stories about her past. She has wanted to fight in a battle and never has because she is a new warrior and queen. She will truly give her life to protect her kits and clan.
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Sharpfang
Rped by: Me-mow122
Bright blue eyes, flashing white stripes, clean black claws, and aire of elegance. The she-cat is pure trouble. A doll of sorts, used by others for their own needs and pleasures, yet at her unawares. She's prim, pretty, proper, and a cold-blooded killer. Often seen with the blood of others staining her fur, slick and wet with the sticky liquid at almost all times. She enjoys nothing besides killing and eating those of lesser fortune, no matter how strange it seems to others of her clan. For she cares of nothing of what they think. A sick and twisted cat, often rumored to be created from bits and pieces of others. Sometimes rumored to be a parasitic creature, feeding on others until there is nothing left. Extremely intelligent, yet quiet overall, she never voices her opinion much, leaving others to think of her as a lowly animal, incapable of anything and everything. She is never picked to do anything,, hold an important position, talk to anyone, she never became a cat's mate, and let it be that she have any offspring of any sorts. She cares for no one, and the treatment is returned. She is a sick creature, not to be messed with, because she'll bite, and if she does; she'll eat you whole.
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Mossflower
Rped by warriorstar
An outwardly shy and formal she-cat, with tortoiseshell fur and yellow-green eyes. Can be very sweet, but has an acerbic tongue if the occasion demands. She loves to laugh and is unwaveringly loyal to her friends and Clanmates. A committed but only passable fighter, and a decent hunter; likes to climb trees for the fun of it. Enjoys roaming NightClan's territory and swimming.

Kits

Peachkit(pounce)
RPed by Peach.Blossom
A cute, petite she-cat with honey-brown fur and bright, sparkling blue eyes. Most kits have a mother and a father, right? Well, Peachpounce doesn't. She only has three siblings. Many a time, she has been told the story of how her mother died whilst giving birth to her and her brothers and sisters. But this young cat has to keep her chin up, what else could she do? She's a happy-go-lucky she-cat who keeps her emotions hidden mostly when hanging around with her friends. The only mother-like figure in her life is Saffronsong, a warrior who cannot have kits herself. She looks up to her, and aspires to be like her. Around Saffronsong, Peachpounce can be herself. They have a strong bond. However useless she may look at a glance, with her stumpily-build body, she is actually very agile, with sharp, fast reflexes. One day, she will be a loyal NightClan warrior. Until then, she will wait
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Greykit ( rose )
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.

A pretty ashen grey she-cat with unusual blood red eyes. Born from Mothveil and Tormentedmind, this she-cat always knows exactly what she wants. She is very rambunctious, always looking for a new adventure to place her paws in. Sometimes, she has a habit of getting herself into trouble, but batting her crimson eyes usually get her out just as fast. She is very affectionate towards her parents and siblings, and would make a good mother someday. Greyrose can have a slight temper, but who doesn't? She has a secret... She doesn't believe in Starclan. Dead cats who live in the sky? All myth, fiction, fantasy. Greyrose looks for cold-hearted evidence and facts. Does that make her a bad cat? No, she has a heart made of pure gold. -Cloudkit ( whisper ) - A pure-white tom, his pelt exactly like his mother Mothveil. Cloudwhisper has two pale blue eyes, that are blind to the world. Unlike his other siblings, he is quiet, shy. He tends to stick to the shadows more. He hates it when cats pity him for his blindness. He's a strong cat who doesn't need anyone's sympathy. Cloudwhisper has the most faith, trusting in Starclan to guide his paws into the unknown. He hardly speaks, unless spoken to or when needed. He wonders if any she-cat would ever want to have him as a mate. Helpless? He's far from it. Cloudwhisper has very exquisite senses, such as sharp ears and acute smell, making him an excellent hunter. Rped by .:FantasyRose:.

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Ivykit(spirit)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A runt. Useless. Tiny. Irrelevant. That’s what she was in the first few moments – no, first few days – of her harassed life. A tiny, petite black she-kit with bright green eyes – hence the prefix of Ivy in her name – and a runt of her littermates. As a kit she barely survived her first night. She couldn’t compete against her larger siblings to get milk and got too tired to quickly to even try in the first place. But she managed. Now she’s grown strong, healthy, though still a runt to her siblings. There’s only one scar left from kittenhood. Because she was so weak at a young age her hearing never developed. She is deaf. As a young kit she had a hard time coping, just starting to learn to read lips. Now she’s nearly an expert, occasionally talking though preferring to use signals to converse. She prefers to keep her handicap as much a secret as is possible, and when she talks it’s blatantly obvious. Her words slur together as if – you guessed it – she can’t hear and correct what she says, and cats know instantly once she opens her maw that she’ll never hear a word they say. If she ever got the miracle of a loving mate, she would never hear the loving coos and whispers in her ears. If she ever got adorable kits she would never hear their happy squeals at being around her. If she ever grew old enough to be an elder she would never be able to tell stories because no kit would understand her. Therefore she’ll never experience much of the happiness in life. The thrill when someone whispers, “I love you” or when little kits cry a cheerful hello when they dash by you. She’ll never know for she can’t hear ‘em.-
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Everkit(song)
Rp'd by Cicleywhisker
An elegant image and an air of innocence is what can be seen when look at Eversong. The delicate she-cat is a lighter version of her mother, Oriolemelody. Rather orange and black patches, her snowy white coat is laden with blotches of pale gray and cream. Her eyes, as well, are a lighter shade of blue. They resemble orbs of blue tinted molten silver with their liquid depths and swirling shades. Eversong has a sweet appearance, but within she's a spitfire. She hates being treated like she can't do anything on her own, which many assume. When she was born she had to fight against a nearly fatal illness that struck her in her first breaths. Her much larger brothers were all healthy but lack of nutrition caused the small kit's health to rapidly decrease, although in some kind of miracle, the resiliant she-cat bounced back at the brink of death. Due to this early epidemic she is more volnerable to sickness, especially in the winter, though none proved to be too much for her. Eversong despises anyone who is careful around her. Being self-reliant and strong-minded, she doesn't want or need others to be watching out for her as she can do that herself. For such a small cat she sure causes a lot of trouble. She'll either be roaming outside of camp or making mayhem around camp. It doesn't matter. Just know that her presence means something will go wrong.
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Phoenixkit [flame]
Rped by perfectinsanityxx
Courageous, loyal, friendly and thoughtful are just a few words that are frequently used to describe this tom. Phoenixkit is accepting of everyone and anyone and does not hold grudges for long. He is known to be all around friendly to the point of it almost being annoying. He doesn’t like it when people are sad and will go to great lengths to cheer you up no matter who you are or what anyone else thinks of you. He can be a little strange sometimes, and certainly prefers to have fun rather than sit around moping all day. Despite not being known for his anger, Phoenixkit does have his ticks. He absolutely hates know-it-alls and people who think they can get away with anything. Bottom line is, if you pick a fight with him he will defend himself, and do not think you can get away with bullying his friends. While Phoenixkit does hold the appearance of a runt with his small lithe body he knows how to hold his own in a fight and if a fierce battler. Phoenixkit was not clan born exactly, although he did join the clan at a young age so many cats like to forget that. Phoenixkit is one cat who wants more than anything to forget but cannot. Before becoming part of the clan he is in today he was a kittypet. It didn’t last long however because Phoenixkit knew from day one that he had to get out of there. And get out he did, but with a price, his twolegs caught him trying to sneak out and seriously injured him. He managed to get away but not without earning a few scars. When he arrived on clan territory everyone believed he had been a rouge or loner that had just been attacked by some animal, and he let them assume that. He was just a small kit so they let him stay after he was finally healed, and he has been here ever since. Nobody really knows where he truly comes from and he wants to keep it like that, because if they did he is afraid they wouldn't like him anymore.
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Meteoritekit(incandescence)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
The first. Oldest, biggest, and the leader. But what’s with her name? Who can even say it? Well she can. As well as those of her siblings. She is one in a litter of six that stumbled upon NightClan and joined, now comfortably settled in with their home. Now, if you don’t know her name, then it’s Meteoriteincandescence. As I said earlier, a mouthful, right? Well, try addressing her and her siblings all at the same time. She is the eldest, Meteoriteincandescence; then comes her sister Coronadimensions; the third is her brother Effervescencebarb; the fourth to have been born was another brother, Nightmarestalker; the fifth is a third sister named Honeysuckledrop; and the youngest, and the one with the shortest name, is her sister Appletear. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. Now, back to this girl, the largest and eldest of her litter. She seems to float at night, nothing more than flaring red eyes and pure white legwarmers against the midnight background and laid upon a coal black pelt. Meteoriteincandescence may not be the most favorable of her siblings, though she’s a leader to all of them and extremely close to Coronadimensions, but along with her not-so-nice disposition she is sly, cunning, and a ferocious fighter. If you find yourself facing against her plead for mercy. She might make the death quick. But don’t ask of her past. She has no answer for that.
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Coronakit(dimensions)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A pretty black she-cat almost like her older sister, but with a white halo around her skull and a thin white stripe along her back, the front spread further than the rest and suddenly thinning without sloping towards it, and the back, towards her tail, spread out like the fletching of an arrow. Who is she, with endearing yellow eyes that seem to swirl like molten pools of gold. Coronadimensions. Much kinder than her sister, Meteoriteincandescence, but the only one of her siblings to get along with the eldest of the six. First is her older sister Meteoriteincandescence; then comes her, Coronadimensions; the third is her brother Effervescencebarb; the fourth to have been born was another brother, Nightmarestalker; the fifth is a third sister named Honeysuckledrop; and the youngest, and the one with the shortest name, is her sister Appletear. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. She likes her siblings fine, but she just likes the eldest of the litter, Meteoriteincandescence, better than the others. Some claim that when you look into her golden-yellow eyes it’s like you’ve been hit with an arrow through the heart, but she’s no guardian angel to anyone besides her older sister. And, in return, an unbreakable bond has forged between the two, not even injured in the slightest if the death of one should occur. But no matter how hard she tries she can’t remember her or her sibling’s past.
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Effervescencekit(barb)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A scrawny though well-muscled tomcat with black fur and white stripes on his tail, the backs of his hindlegs, the front of his forelegs, and on his forehead. On his throat is three white scars where his eldest sister, Meteoriteincandescence, attacked him in a flurry of anger. His eyes are pale blue, several shades lighter than his brother, Nightmarestalker’s, eyes. He is closest to the only other tom of his siblings which consists of six in the litter. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. Effervescencebarb may seem quiet at times but he isn’t the least bit shy among his siblings. He will laugh and joke alongside them, often with the wittiest retorts and knows the best ways to cheer up his siblings. He keeps to himself when not among kin. As a kit he loved playing in snow and water, but he outgrew those childish games as he aged, slowly becoming a mature, powerful warrior you want on your side, faster than any of his siblings. He may be quiet at times, but not nearly as much as his brother, and he’s more often overly talkative. Good luck getting a simple answer out of him. When he tries to think of his past, though, he draws nothing but a blank.
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Nightmarekit(stalker)
Rped by BlustarRocks!
Only small sparks of white obstruct the sheet of black that serves as the pelt of the hunter of dreams. Toes, tailtip, and eyes are covered in milk-white fur instead and his eyes are a much darker blend than his brother, Effervescencebarb, and his personality is the same. While his brother has a bright, bubbly personality – despite the occasional silence that befalls Nightmarestalker’s younger brother – the white-patched tomcat is shy and more of a loner than any of his siblings, except maybe Appletear. One of six kits, including him as well. First is his older sister Meteoriteincandescence; then comes his other older sister Coronadimensions; the third is, Effervescencebarb; the fourth to have been born him, Nightmarestalker; the fifth is a third sister named Honeysuckledrop; and the youngest, and the one with the shortest name, is his sister Appletear. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. Either way, when he walks his chin is held high and his posture confident. His steps are well placed and his gaze straight forewards, poise and elegance in their murky depths. But he has a much darker side. There’s a reason he’s Nightmarestalker. He can prowl through the deepest of your secrets. Discover your most hidden fears and fear-inducing memories. His claws do more than tear at flesh and his fangs bite through more than muscle and bone. Talons that wrench open your innermost thoughts and teeth that rip the remnants of what there might be after a conversation with him to shreds. But for now he chooses to keep his talent to worm information from cats a secret. He knows others would influence him. All he does is slip his words into confusing mixes of what seems innocent curiosity and learns of how to drive you to insanity. His favorite trick in his bag of magic. Almost invisible at night, he uses both wordplay and stealth to put his traits to use. He’s tricky to become friends with. But, just as his siblings, he can’t remember what happened in his past.
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Honeysucklekit(drop)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
Doberman is an easy way to describe her unique markings, spots of white on her chin, throat, legs, and collarbone, along with a pair of eye spots above her soft, gentle, grass-green eyes. Besides that she is all black. She is the kindest of her siblings that is always sensible. She is the second youngest in a litter of six. First is her older sister Meteoriteincandescence; then comes the second oldest, Coronadimensions; the third is her brother Effervescencebarb; the fourth to have been born was another brother, Nightmarestalker; the fifth was her, Honeysuckledrop; and the youngest, and the one with the shortest name, is her sister Appletear. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. Meteoriteincandescence is too aggressive; Coronadimensions as well; Effervescencebarb is too care-free; Nightmarestalker is not at all kind to strangers; and Appletear is too… different. The fact that Appletear has no white markings sets her off a bit, along with the unusual silver eyes, which just creeps Honeysuckledrop out. But she loves her little sister no matter what. The six siblings will be together to the end, and Honeysuckledrop is the sensible one there to ensure they don’t fall out and apart. She would give tooth and claw for her family and Clan. Her fangs are always white and sharp, her claws long, deadly, and ready at any moment to protect. But she can’t remember what happened to her and her siblings as kits. If she could remember one thing, that would be it, even if it cost her the rest of her memories.
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Applekit(tear)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
In the night the only thing visible is two spots of mercury, her pelt a sheet of blackness and her eyes bright, glowing silver. She’s a slight outcast, able to scare other cats with her blank silver gaze, the only thing you can see. They seem to draw you in, and if you stare into their depths for too long you’ll fall into the dark abyss hidden behind the metallic outer shell. She’s a master of trickery, able to flawlessly imitate a limp she doesn’t have, and able to mix berries, mud, and other substances to make it seem as though she’s terribly injured or even dead. But for the latter of the two tricks she needs some time to make it watertight, for she has to take care of the scent of berries and get just the right shade of red and, of course, needs to create the scent of blood. Usually she makes an intentionally messy kill and makes the dead prey even messier, leaving the powerful scent of a battle. And she scuffs up the ground as if she had struggled. But enough with her tricks. In her deception and behind every new hoax, is five others. You didn’t think she was an only child, did you? The youngest in a litter of six, she is the most out-of-place of her brothers and sisters. She’s the only one with no white markings, and the only one not to have a true color in her eyes. It’s as if every bright aspect she should’ve had was sucked from her body, leaving a black, sly shell. But who are her siblings and herself, and in which order are they? Well, first is her older sister Meteoriteincandescence; then comes the second oldest, Coronadimensions; the third is her brother Effervescencebarb; the fourth to have been born was another brother, Nightmarestalker; the fifth was Honeysuckledrop, yet another sister and the most affected by her unusual eyes; and the youngest, and the one with the shortest name, is her, Appletear. In order from eldest to youngest that’s Meteoriteincandescence, Coronadimensions, Effervescencebarb, Nightmarestalker, Honeysuckledrop, and Appletear. To make her even different from her siblings, she has the shortest and least complicated name. But she prefers it. Even though most cats don’t realize at first glance that the solid black she-cat in the midst of black-and-white pelt, the plainest eyes within a sea of color, is related to the five surrounding her. But it just adds to the mystery surrounding Appletear. The mystery that not even she can solve, especially the fog surrounding her and her siblings' past.
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Shadowkit
RPed by KibbythekatYou can tell imediately that this kit is different. She doesn't chase the moths like other kits; perhaps because she can't hear them. This is because Shadowkit is deaf. She is all black from her fur to her eyes to her claws to her nose. She has an elegant appearance. Always brave, this kit is will stick her nose into danderous places fearlessly. Her mother is Juniperfur. This she-kit was the strongest kit of her litter. Her siblings are Tanglekit, Aprilkit, Mudkit, Applekit, Sleetkit, and Eaglekit. She has a strong bond with her mute brother Sleetkit but she would bravely stand up for any of them. The strong, elegant, and courageous. Like a shadow of the night. This is Shadowkit.
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Whisperedkit{secrets}
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Her fur is a long, silky black that turns silver in moonlight and her eyes are a soft, caring sky blue hue. She was the youngest of her litter. Where are her brothers and sisters? She doesn't know. She came here with her mother, Shatteredsoul who was formerly known as Jazmine. Whisperedsecrets didn't find out her mother's past until she had become a warrior. She was devastated. She had always thought she had been Nightclan born. When she asked people around her if they knew, they said yes. They thought she had always known she was born a rogue. But, she bounced back and remained a loyal member of Nightclan.
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Grimkit(whisker)
RPed by R@\/3/\/evermore
Smoky black tom with luminescent green eyes. Grimwhisker has a small frame, but abnormally large paws. Shy around everyone, except for his sister Greenlily - hey she saved his life for Starclan's sake - he tends to look at the more depressing signs of the world. That doesn't mean its all gloom and doom, Grimwhisker knows happiness, he just doesn't have that kind of confidence in himself to search for it. Sadly, he doesn't keep any close friends in Nightclan, fearing that if he becomes too connected, it would result in one of their deaths. When he was just a kit, Grimwhisker received a message from a dark cat that said all those he loved would die in his paws. After his parents' death, Grimwhisker never grew close around any cats, besides Greenlily. Every night, he prays to Starclan that she won't be taken from him either. If only he knew that the 'curse' that was put on him was fake, he might have had a better life.
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Greenkit(lily)
RPed by R@\/3/\/evermore
speckled gray and white she-cat with light green eyes and the sister of Grimwhisker. Kind, accepting, motivating, and protective are a few words that describe her, even though her more protective side is often shown in defending her brother. Greenlily doesn't know about Grimwhisker's dream, she only recalls that day when the two cats had stumbled upon their parents' mangled, broken, and destroyed bodies. From then on, Greenlily became the leader of the two and helped Grimwhisker through the darkest days of his life, teaching him how to hunt and fight, how to defend himself, and slowly coaxing him out of the distraught and enveloping sadness that captured her brother after their parents' death. One day, she wants to find love that will never run dry.
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Castawaykit (hymn)
RPed by xPumpxItx
Yo, ho. All together. Hoist the colors high. Heave, hoe. Thieves and beggars. Never sha'll we die. Castaway from his home in a snap. The only home he has ever known since NightClan took them in. Even now, NightClan doesn't seem like much of a home. He feels like a silent beggar here; a theif of their prey. He doesn't fit in with all the cats naturally born here or even cats that weren't. He fits in with no one. An outcast. The protection of his sisters is the only reason why he talks. But, then again, he only speaks to them. No one else. No one can hear that dreamy voice that makes fur stand on end. His mouth is closed until someone interferes and forces it open. Castawayhymn is lost. His past is unknown to others. Voices echo in his mind. Whos voices? Theirs. The cats that did cruel, impure things to his innocent sisters. The evil souls who changed their lives; turned them cold. His family dead. His friends dead. His sisters, gone. Dreamingspecter has moments where she is back again, but those times don't come often. Bansheemelody is reserved and cries; she never comes back. His moonlight silver and ghastly white fur isn't quite as long as his sisters, but he does have the signature fur covering one of his blank eyes and swooping just above the other. Those eyes. A rich gold that melts into a dark chocolate around the edges. Eyes that used to show everything, that now show nothing. Will those eyes ever shine again. Throughout his pelt, puzzles of black and pale grey spot it. This is also true for his heart. Could it be fixed? No; a broken heart can never be put back together perfectly again. It will always have cracks
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Bansheekit (melody)
RPed by xPumpxItx
Ear-splitting screeches. Gut-wrenching stench. It taints her dreams and her reality. The stench of the dying cats always remains in her nose. What cats? Her home. A hundred corpses fall. A hundred cackles heard. She never speaks, but her bedtime cries can be heard. Mournful cries. Heart-stopping cries. In her mind, the world is nothing but a place to be tortured and a place to die. She stays alive only to mock the world, but she knows its only laughing back. Who did this to her? Them. The ones who did impure things to her and her sister. The ones with glowing eyes and bloody teeth. Who's blood? Her home's. She barely remembers the day NightClan took her and her siblings in. She feels no gratefullness, though. She wished they would've killed her. Silenced her grieving. She's of pure blackness, but her heart is the blackest of all. Bansheemelody's fur flows down her body past her long legs like a sheet of the night sky. It's glossy and streaked with pale greys and whites on her underbelly. A patch of fur hangs over one of her emotionless eyes and falls just above the other one. Fluffy white paws glide over the ground carelessly. Dead on her paws. Almost literally. Her clearly guarded eyes are a shade of teal-blue that clearly stands out against her black pelt, even though one of them is covered. Her personality is blank. She used to be a calm, kind-hearted cat with a passion of dancing in the moonlight. Her siblings don't know, but some nights (in between her weeping), she dances. It's a dance like no other. Sweet and graceful, like her old self. If only she could be cured of her terror then the dances might become something she'd do during the day.
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Dreamingkit (specter)
RPed by xPumpxItx
Dreams lit up by silver light disturb your peaceful sleep. A quiet crack and their all dead. Whos all dead? The only home she's know. What home? Who's home? Her home. Blood spills around her paws, screams of turmoil pulse in her formerly innocent mind. What was happening? They were happing. Who? Them. Faces of pure evil; claws dripping with their blood. Who's blood? Her home's. Slanted eyes shine with impure thoughts as they approach the kits. What kits? What thoughts? The thoughts that changed the kits for eternity. Dreamingspecter. Her name discribes every aspect of her personality, looks; her life. Baby blue eyes are glazed. Wait. Babies are too joyous, sweet. Haunting blue eyes flash with memories, with dreams. Semi-long ghastly white fur covers one eye and drapes just above the other. The rest of her pelt is just as pale and long pink scars slash across her underbelly. This was from trying to escape their assaults. Who's assaults? Theirs. Spindels of smokey grey trail about her tail and underbelly, making it look like scars from the dead. A long plume tail drags on the ground in misery. She was taken in not too long after her home's death. By who? The only thing she has to be grateful for; NightClan. Cats with unfamiliar faces took on her and her siblings. But why? Who knows. Dreamingspecters soul is bleak and guarded by a silent, yet strong viel. There is no way to seep into it. She does not speak of her past, even to her two sibling,. Bansheemelody and Castawayhymn. Her personality has clearly been disturbed. There are obvious times when the kind-hearted, joyous cat she used to be shows up, but those times are rare...-
Moonkit
RP'ed by kushpuppie12
A black and light grey speckled kit that's always looking for an adventure during the day but either hunts or patrols for intruders even though she is a kit at night. She thinks herself as a full grown cat even though she is only a 8 month old kit. Her beautiful greenish blue eyes that give the night a tiny bit of glow. She is always admired for her mixed patches and her best looking eyes. She is a mysterious fun loving kit that will open her eyes to anything. So far no cat has figured out her past while the others past unravels. If you think she is an easy to figure out she cat you have no idea how hard it would be to try and see the future in her eyes.- Sparrowkit (Song)
Rped by: RippledSpirit
Sparrowkit has tan and brown mottled fur that resembles feathers. She chirps like a baby bird yearning for food, helpless to get it herself. She has shining, almond eyes, which usually reflect fear to whoever looks her way. A frail baby bird, unable to fend off the dangers of the forest. Because of her small size, she is taken for a runt. Because of her flighty attitude, none of the other kits want to play with her, talk to her, or interact with her because she fears them so greatly. She has no mother, anymore, at least. She was killed by Coyotes, when she was just a newborn. Because of lack of feeding, she became small and feeble. She started eating solid foods at an unhealthy age, but still didn't receive any key nutrients. She believes it was a miracle that she wasn't eaten, killed, or attacked by predators while she was traveling alone. Her health fell rapidly, her bones began to show through her sagging pelt.Weak and dying, she stumbled upon Nightclan, who took her in generously. Now, somewhat stronger, she is trying to regain confidence and health, and hope most of all.
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Snapdragonkit(willow)
Rped by Tanglecloud
Beautiful, sleek furred, black she-cat with silver paws, and mask that covers deep pools of blue. Within the eyes of the delicate she-cat lies the secrets of her past life. Her ears a marked with teeth from her mother while her tail is no more than a stub. A light scar runs over her left eye from claws, scared of being hurt Snapdragonbreeze does what she is told. She is quiet and timid and relys on her sweet like honey meow to help calm cats. She is kind, sweet, and gentle witch she adopted from her father Raska. Her heart is lined with scars from being broken so many times. Snapdragonwillow loves helping other cats with anything because she has never had the help that she gives. Her dreams are shared with her dead father most of the time fore he is the one you led her to the clan in the first place. Peace is all she wants, peace from her mother, peace from her deadly brother. She is a hard worker, and vows to trane hard so she can be a great warrior.
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Eclipsekit
Rped by: IloveNiallHoran
A beautiful jet black she-cat with piercing yellow eyes and a half-length tail. She is can be very impatient with other cats and can be overly critical of them. When you get too know her she is caring and energetic. She is a devoted clan mate and hopes to someday have a family because of her love for kits. She has had a very tough past , her parents were murdered right before her eyes and she managed to escape, but not after getting a small scar on her back. She still thinks of them every day and hates when people mention them.
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Mockingkit(jay)
Rped by: Sandblaze290
A stunningly beautiful light gray she-cat with burning golden eyes. She stalks silently through the night, and never makes a noise. When she speaks her wonderful voice is carried through the forest because of the wind. It's like the whole forest is in silence listening to her voice. She may look like a beautiful she-cat that is very fragile, but she's more than that. Her enemies are fooled by her innocence in her shimmering golden eyes. Once they're caught in her trap, they're goners. She loves her clan very much, and will do anything to protect her clan. She is very skilled in many things like hunting and fighting. When she's fighting and hunting she's as quick as a mocking jay and as stunning as one too. Always be wary of her, always.....
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Vulpixkit(diamond)
Rped by: Vulpixkit
A beautiful tiny she-cat with different colors or red, auburn, and gold. Especially when she stands in the sunlight. Her eyes are a golden brown with little flecks of honey yellow. Her tail is so fluffy it looks like she has nine tails just like her mother. She has dark brown "socks" on her paws and he underbelly is a blondish yellow. She has these little curls on her head that make her extra cute. She loves to mess around and track other cats. Her favorite fresh-kill is anything. She loves to eat an eat and eat but for some reason she looks really skinny. She's kind and compassionate but watch out for her anger. It's a fiery as the color of her pellet.
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Patchkit (pelt)
Rped by: AwsomePawsome
Patchkit is a calico she cat, with a white stomach coming up to her chin. Her friends usually just call her Patch for short. Her skills so far include great eyesight and a keen sniffer. She loves to practice hunting with her Mother, or should I say hunting her mother as though her tail was a ferocious snake. She is very friendly, but tends to be shy. Patchkit is very adventurous, taking any chances to get out of the nursery and eplore the camp to see the duties of an apprentice. In only 2 moons she will become a apprentice, she can't wait! But every time the scene runs through her head, butterflies tear through her stomach. How could she stand in front of everyone? What if she does somthing wrong, and everyone stares at her? But thats in the future, many things are to come, in the future. -
Shrinekit
RPed by: Bramblemask973
The purest white she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye. She is sweet and caring and loves to play. She's very defensive but can sometimes be a bit shy and timid. She has a few gray hairs on her head but nothing more. Her nose and ears are surprisingly pink in color, added with her tongue. She has long whiskers and a remarkably long tail.
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Foggykit
RPed by: Curlee1029
Foggykit is a tiny she-cat, with watery blue eyes to match her light gray fur. She cannot speak due ti damaged vocal chord, a product of abuse. It makes her unable to communicate well with others. She is meek, always hiding in fear of others or what others may do to her. For this reason, she has little social skills. No one knows about her: where she came from or why she won't speak, but behind the barrier of silence lies a mind bursting with thoughts to express. if only she could learn how to express them. Found by Ferretcharm in the middle of the wood, under a muddy root.

Elders

Wolfblaze
RPed by Secretkit
.A large black, grey, and white patched tom with empty and emotionless grey eyes. He has large paws that make the killing of prey easy for him, and a long whiplike tail. Never likes to stoop down to lower cats levels, and at times can seem like a snob. His mother is the beautiful Eternalsnow of MoonClan, and his father's name was Shatteredpardon, also of MoonClan. His father abandoned him as a kit to live alone, and threw him out of the Clan, and so he lived with his brother, always wondering about his mother and hoping that she was still alive. He found her finally, in the depths of MoonClan territory, alone and friendless, betrayed by the one whom she had loved and given her heart to. Wolfstar murdered his father, and took his mother back to the Clan with him, but she refused to join, saying that as long as she was alive, she wouldn't join another Clan, but according to Wolfstar, she is growing close to joining the Clan, because she is getting old and is starting to long for company and friends. Wolfstar is rather clumsy at times, but nevertheless, he is a good fighter, and uses his claws and teeth to mark his enemies well in battle. Extremely loyal to those who are of his Clan, and never judges without hearing both sides of any complaint. His heart, captured by the beautiful Cardinalsong, has been broken and shattered into many pieces at times, but has always been put together again by his redfurred mate. He never lets others talk to him as if he is a mere kit, and hates being called a loner, as he was one many moons ago, along with his brother, Cobrafang. The former leader of NightClan.
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Shadowmist
Rped by adventurecat
If your were a kit everyday you would walk out of the nursery and into the elder's den in search for shadowy black tom wanting him to tell you a life story about his past! He used to be swift, brave, loyal and everything else you could expect out of a cat like him! But now he is sometimes cranky but mostly in a good mood. He is known to be the best story teller in the clan because of his amazing adventures he had when he was a loner, before a proatrol found him and let him into the clan. He is a shadowy solid black tom with GLOWING hazel eyes. At night all you can see of him is his eyes that glowing like there's no tomorrow! He alway hides in the shadows being scared out of his fur with every shriek in battle but when he gets the chance to hunt he NEVER backs down, even in leaf-bare. His past was so frightful for him that he has been super careful at every turn and every decision he has to make. I describe him as brave but other describe him as quite annoying and stupid, but no he is definetly not one bit stupid!! His mate is Juinperfur but she no longer has his trust ever since he retired from a loss at a pack of adult foxes he and a small proatrol faced, he sill has scares from the attack! He has lived a long and brave life but still doesn't plan to die any time soon.

RubyClan Glossary~

Ashenfate — Wed, 23 May 2012 10:49:06 CDT

RUBYCLAN GLOSSARY
THE HIERARCHY OF RUBYCLAN

KING / QUEEN
-Leader of RubyClan can be male (King) or female (Queen)
-Their mate may have a title, sometimes may co-lead.
-Looses part of warrior name and gains the title "King" or "Queen"
-May have more than one mate. 3 max.

ie} Windtail>>>King Wind / Queen Wind

PRINCE / PRINCESS
(Deputy Heir only not mate)
- Can only be the son/daughter of the King and Queen
-May challenge king/queen for title
-Looses part of warrior name to gain the title "Prince(ss)"
-May have more than one mate. 3 max.

ie} Lillyfern>>>Princess Lilly

The Crusader

(close friend of the Queen and/or King)

- helps king/queen when making important decisions. {Advisor}

- If something happens to the royal heir, the crusader can take control

- Occasionally called on by King/Queen

-Clan name

ie} Indigoblood

The Herbalist
(med cat)
-ONLY she-cats
-May NOT under any circumstance have a mate or they will immediately loose their position
- Clan name
-Must have second part of name a plant

ie} Dewflower

The Herbalist Novice
(med cat apprentice)
-ONLY she-cats
-May NOT under any circumstance have a mate or they will immediately loose their position
- Clan name
-Second part of name is "paw"

ie} Reefpaw

Knight of Nine
-Protectors of the King/Queen
-May have a mate, but it is considered better that they do not
-There must be nine of them
-They are chosen by their distinct abilities in combat or respected authority in the clan
-Must have a clan name

Errants

-Knight of Nine Novices
-Clan name
-Must be a full grown lord or lady to serve

Ladies
-She-cats
-Clan names

ie} Sprinklefrost

Lords
-Tom-cats
-Clan names

ie} Redfur

Novices
(apprentices)
-Must obey any order given from a Lord or Lady
-Ceremony after they have been deemed worthy and have an assessment by King AND Queen
-Clan names only
-Second part of name is "paw"

ie} Whisperpaw

Tatawanna
(queens)
-Clan names only
-Must stay in nursery
-May not fight or hunt. it is up to the mate or closest of kin to look after the Tatawanna and her kitlings

Caretakers
-Clan names only
-Can be tom or she-cat
-Loose last part of their name
-Add Madam or Sir to the first part of their name
-One per Tatawanna
-Trained to hunt for the Tatawannas when needed
-Trained to fight in order to protect the Kitlings at all costs
-May not have kitlings of their own unless spoken with the Queen or King. When approved they are only allowed ONE litter
-If they have kitlings they do not get assigned another Caretaker. They must care for their own kitlings.

ie} Petallight >> Madam Petal or Stonefire >> Sir Stone

Kittlings
(kits)
-Must stay with Tatwanna until otherwise deemed worthy
-Clan names only
- Second part of name is "kit"

ie} Mistykit

Masters
(elders)
-Most knowledgeable of all members and can re-account the history of RubyClan and the past Kings and Queens
-Clan names only
-Include Master as sign of respect

ie} Master Graystorm

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RubyClan Novice Training~

Ashenfate — Wed, 23 May 2012 10:11:00 CDT

RUBYCLAN NOVICE TRAINING
WHERE THE FUTURE TRAINS

Here is where you can create threads to train your novices, mentors. If you feel it is time to allow your novice to become a lord or lady then message Ashenfate.

Novices of Rubyclan
Adderpaw {Mousely} - Littlecomet {Ashenfate}
Shellpaw {322er} - Fixedsolution {Ashenfate}
Rosepaw {322er} - Safari {.:FantasyRose:.}
Wishpaw {322er} - Moonlightmagician {Marionetteღ}
Onepaw {me-mow122} - Firemask {ForestWing}
Rabbitpaw {ForestWing} - Honeystone {Ashenfate}
Piperpaw {Heathersong981} - Leaftwist {Ashenfate}
Crimsonpaw {Valiantconqueror} - Sapphiredragon {Kittzkat}
Crabpaw {Cheap-Carny-Ride} - Lilliclaw {BluestarRocks!}

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χClaл-matεsχ

Mousely — Wed, 23 May 2012 09:40:59 CDT

Notes

b2e5f7 for she-cats

5d95b3 for toms

Leader

Rped by Mousely

Mate: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Oynxpaw

Lives: 9 of 9

Sablestar

Exotic slithers of cocoa brown enrich the silky lengths of her coat imbued by touches ebony when the shadows drift upon her being. When the bright sun reflects off her glossy pelt the sable slips away replaced by a refined burning copper hue. Her eyes are like a sun bathed sky or a drop of honey. Endless golden waves in a deep expansive chasm shadowed by a black oval pupil. Slender legs descend from her lithe build as delicate as a vixens, giving her the illusion of gliding over the ground like a dancer on ice. Her movements are laced with finesse and grace almost foreign to the cats of the wild, but she is welcome with them. For she is an untamed oddity, forever stealing bewildered glances from her clan mates. Her secret? Sablehare was born to a family performing cats who displayed the athletic prowess through various obstacles and difficult trials. She was trained in the same way as her kin, but she held no passion for it. Her human owners filled her with contempt. After a life of tricks and humiliation to please other people she finally decided to was time to leave. She chose her timing carefully, after her presumed last show she escaped through an open window. Realization rushing through her when Sablehare met with the wilderness and the cold midnight air fingered through her skin like icy talons. She was overcome with the terrible reality that she did not know anything of how to survive in the wild, but her savior came in the form of a clan. After three days of relentless hunger she collapsed in their harsh ever winter territory, eventually found by a passing patrol. That's when her second chance at life began as a warrior named Sablehare, named for her dark fur and long slender legs and aside from coming from an unusual back ground she's like a natural born warrior. Her athletic skills aid her hunting abilities making her very capable indeed. During her time in WinterClan she has learned the value of life and the price of freedom. No longer is she the spoiled madam she once was. Now a selfless WinterClanner fills her paws, brimming with kindness and patience. Although her temper claws its way out when she's pressed and it's a scary sight indeed, but hear this now for these words will be spoken for a long time to come. The proud sable hare walks among the winter, never breaking and forever fighting

Deputy

Rped by Amberflame

Mate: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: None

Lynxspirit

Breaking a horse is difficult. Almost abusive, really-- you have to force it into obeying. It has a very string mindset on how to behave, and what's okay, and what's not. To begin, you must develop a relationship with the beast, teach it to be your friend. It's almost never easy to make your way into it's heart. Once you've befriended it, you betray it; over and over and over, until it obeys you. By then, you've broken it in many a way, but they say what's broken always becomes stronger once it heals. The bond that you form is deeper than just a friend, or even family. It's a bond between two hearts. Two broken hearts that hold each other together better than each of it's own. But what about a witty, cold and closed-off heart that has managed to stay perfectly intact? What about the attitude that's just unbreakable? What about the last cat you'd even dream of speaking to? The one who's been rumoured about, the one who's done and seen it all, the one who loves none? Lynxspirit is her name, but no cat dares utter it. Her intimidatingly blank, but wise stare, the ice in her core that chills her right down to her claws, and the icy chips of blue eyes. All trademark qualities to compliment the main course, her pelt. A murky, white, satin-like material that's been through wear and tear to lace a few bands of charcoal-black through it. No visible scars, thought, besides the one down her left hindleg. The last tangible remnant of the guarded she-cat's mother. The mother who never wanted her, never cared. In fact, her level of concern was likely to fall into the negatives. The dark scar invading the perfection of the she-cats' physical appearance is there for one reason and one reason only -- her attempt at escape from her evil mother. Since then, Lynxspirit has grown to be much like the wicked, manipulative, cruel she-cat. She's killed so many unknown cats that have crossed her path, pathetic kits included. no regrets, not even a moment of reflection. Just one swipe of her razor sharp claws, and then we move along. Move on through life. It's the same with her prey -- they never see it coming. The stealth she possesses seems to obtain a top spot. Anyway, since the break of spirit in her kithood, she's shut down. She fears betrayal, and for that very reason, she avoids friendship or any deeper relationships at all costs. Born a beautiful pure white kitten full of enthusiasm and rebellion, destined to a life of feigned confidence and true brokenness, silently screaming out to the world to pull her out of the unexplained spiritual coma. If a cat were to become close to her, they'd first have to break her almost-silence. From then on, the process would intensify. It would be like leaving the Earth's atmosphere -- only one way to do it, but not impossible. If this were to happen, the spite in her eyes would melt into a warm ocean, inviting and beautiful. Her personality would cease it's responsible, loyal and dead act, only to be replaced by happiness, love and easy trust of the Clan she's eternally dedicated to. Everything would be so different for her, for everyone. Almost like the 'lynx' part of her name would have to be deactivated, and the 'spirit' half would pick up from there. For sure, it could happen. The question is whether the essential choice will be made. But for now, all the deadened she-cat can allow herself to participate in this dedication and loyalty to the Clan that took her in in a great time of need -- Winterclan..

Co-Deputy

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Medicine Cat & Apprentice

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Rped by: kittzkat
Apprentice: Violetpaw

Penguinlullaby

In the world we live in, there are two paths to each decision. There is always two ways to go in the world of darkness and deception that one lives in. One path is for the righteous. The one who does everything right. The one who has cats that envy him, just meerly because they envy his perfection. The other path is one of the less lucky with their choices. The ones that seem to be cursed with darkness that cloaks them in shame. But what happens if you are neither righteous or dark-hearted? What happens if you are not on either side of the fence? When you sit, teetering from one choice to another as the game of life pushes past, threatening to close its gates on you? You are expected to be on one side of the fence, but when you aren't, what happens to you? Well, according to this she-cat, you just move on. Just keep on keeping on. Hold on. Why? Because she is one of the epicenters of these cats that don't seem to make sense when they hop from good to dark. She is a perfect combination of the bright, loving, righteous man and his unlucky companion. The balance of Ying and Yang. At times, she is the harshest cat you have ever seen. At others, she's there to lift you back up. She's very moody, in that way, and it doesn't take much to set her off, for better or worse. Its that battle of Ying and Yang that swells inside her, taints her personality, that causes the quick fluctuation in what is Penguinlullaby. Even with these emotional swings, she is true to herself. Stern, to put it polietly, and always ready to speak what she feels. She's very opinionated, and when you get her going about something, she doesn't know quite when to stop. She is a cat that others can look to for advice, but she isn't always the nicest when spewing out words. Sometimes, that darker aura hidden within the realms of her personality just takes control. Simple as that. She doesn't take control of these emotional swings, and for that, some say she is very split. Not neutral, as she'd consider herself. But split. Multi-personalitied. One who doesn't know what side of her to block off. Penguinlullaby likes to believe it isn't her fault, though. That the snaps that shatter through her aren't caused by her. She blames them on history, something she despises. Especially her own. She cannot stand looking a cat in the eye and telling them her tale. The one that started the darkest day of the year. A hissing snowstorm snarled outside the den that her mother had kept them in before taking them back into camp. It had been this way for days, since she was born. Penguinlullaby didn't open her eyes to the bright, curious cats of camp. She opened them to see how cruel the world was. Laying next to her was her two dead siblings, and the slouchy liquid she'd thought was that cold substance was red. Confusion welled in her eyes. What was happening? She let out a squeal, and the kind eyes of her mother stared back at her. Well, one kind eye. "Its okay, baby, its okay," she whispered, the whole left side of her face covered in blood and her eye gauged out. That was her first site... She didn't realize why her mother looked like that. She'd learn later in life that it was a dog that took her mother's left side of the face, and soon her life. It was by some miracle that Penguinlullaby survived at all.It was because of that survival, though, that she found a great love, trust in StarClan. She received dreams from her mother, a gorgeous young calico, without the horrid injury. Those dreams also improved her connection to the group of ancestors. When she told her soon to be mentor about these dreams, and her connection to StarClan, it was clear she was meant to be something. The next medicene cat, it turned out to be. She takes her job very seriously, and would die for her clan. She's a surprisingly stunning healer, with skills passes on to her through both talent and training. When she concentrates to heal, then that is it. She slips into deep thought, a thought that can even eliminate the battle of good and bad raging inside. That thought saves, if nothing else. It is because of that thought that she loves what she does. Being connected with StarClan and that concentration is what has aided her through her best and worst times. Now on to what she looks like. She isn't the prettiest of cats, but she isn't ugly. She is average, or rather "odd" in complexion. Her pelt itself is very strange. The main color of her pelt is a dark black, that covers around her head, back, limbs and paws. The next most prevalant color of this different she-cat is white. Its a creamy color that flows across a fraction of her chest,her belly, and underside of her tail. The final color of her complexion is a strange orange. It forms a triangular patch on her chest from shoulder to shoulder. She also has patches of this color on her muzzle. She looks like a penguin, although she'd never seen one herself. She has has the same grace as one, as well, and its her gaze that is purely beautiful. A stunning golden amber. Its deep, beautiful color that burns holes in even the strongest of cats.

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Rped by None
Mentor: Penguinlullaby

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Shards

4 elite warriors that protect the leader. They are highly skilled in combat, even more so than the Frozen.

Steelember
Rped by .:MidnightFrost:.
Soulless, evil, skilled, words some use to describe this tom, his steely colored eyes as hard as the color suggests. His pelt of grey so dark it is mistaken for black more often than not. He has a past as dark as the evening sky, his soul darker than even that matching the color of a crows feathers as they soar through the dreary day. He keeps to himself, a lasting habit of his rouge past. When he enter the forest the birds go quiet, the prey runs and cat get out of his way. His past can be defined in a few words, murderous, corrupt, and destructive. Many cats have died at his claw, many without a second glance or another thought. Mercy is not in his vocabulary, twitch a whisker in the wrong way and he will be at your throat, tearing it out before you could cry out, Starclan. But where does all this deep seated hatred come from? The answers lie in his roots as a Crowclan mewler. He was the runt of the litter despised by his parents and shunned by the rest of the clan because of his unsettling appearance; his gaze could undo even the most hardened Stalker. Before abandoning in the middle of an unknown forest him they gave him a name, Soul, because of the soullessness of his eyes. The day he was abandoned was the day his soul grew to the cold, bottomless pit it is today. Soon after he was left a loner by the name of Cinch, found him sitting in the same spot and the same position, his gaze fixed in the distance. Cinch raised him as his own, teaching him the art of battle. His skills grew quickly, his size doubling, and then tripling, as the moons went by. His soul stayed the same, he had no emotional attachment to Cinch and only saw him as a teacher, but one day this all changed. A band of rouges attacked, catching Soul and Cinch by surprise, the rouges killed Cinch, but made the mistake of not killing Soul, he was the dangerous one. After the moons of brooding he finally unleashed his anger upon the cats, knocking them aside as they came at him one after the other until the very last two double teamed him knocking him off his feet and slamming him to the ground. His ribs broken and throat cut they left him for dead, thinking they had killed him, and they almost did. If it wasn't for a passing Winterclan patrol he wouldn't be here today. They took him back to camp, where he recovered over the next moon. He decided he would stay with the cats, taking the name Frozensoul, he owed them his life and meant more to him than life itself. For a debt is a debt and it must be payed. But I'm sure you’re wondering where all the killing took place, well let’s just say the warrior code means nothing to this cat. He now prowls Winterclan territory watching every cat for the slightest infraction or want trace of disobedience to the leader or deputy. But where do his beliefs lye, in Starclan or the Dark Forest? If her had to choose the Dark Forest would be preferred but in reality, he believes in neither, He believes in himself and his own abilities, that is what has always served him and that is what always will. After a while he became tired of the constant reminder of his past from his name he requested it be changed, to Steelember right after he finally became one of the Frozen serving Asterdestiny before he became leader. He feels no loyalty towards Lynxspirit so he felt relieved when Asterstar decided to let him continue serving him as a Shard. As always his heart lies with his leader.

Frozen

6 elite warriors that protect the deputy. Skilled in assassination and deception.

Stripedpuzzler
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Have you ever seen a cat move with such grace? Quick, get a good look at the slick black stripes crossing over thick dust brown fur. And if you're lucky, you might catch a glimpse of his piercing green eyes staring ahead as he goes for his mission. You have caught a rare glance at Stripedpuzzler. He is one of the few chosen cats known as the Frozen. His main mission is guard and follow his commander, the Deputy of Winterclan. He has trained himself his whole life to be prepared for this job. His breathing slowed down so slow, it is only heard when he is up close to someone. He is quick and fast, his pawsteps silenced by fallen snow that lies all around. Stripedpuzzler is often called confusing. His thoughts said to be twisted and tangled, never unraveling. But to him, everything makes sense and the answer can always be found with will and determination. Stripedpuzzler goes out of camp rarely, but when he does, he prefers to be unseen and secluded from the world. After all, he is an assassin. His job is to do everything without being seen.

Nightshade
Rped by BluestarRocks!
The reincarnation of death. Of torture. Of pain. Nightshade doesn’t usually introduce herself with her actual name and instead calls herself ‘Shadow’. Shadow lives highly to her namesake. She's ruthless, just as her Clanmates are, and would go out of her way just to get revenge for a few careless words. When Shadow first joined WinterClan she was pure-white, her fur bleached from an endless time of wandering in the sun. As she stayed in her new home, though, her fur returned to its original color. Pitch black. Her sleek raven-colored fur has glints of red around her face, paws, and underside, and her fur is so sleek that if you catch her in JUST the right spot, it turns shades of greens and blues, just like a raven. You would’ve thought that her name should’ve been Raven, or something like that, but it isn’t. One reason; she is silent as a shadow. Swift as death. Deadly as nightshade. Just as her first namesake. Before Shadow joined WinterClan, she was a loner and had once held sympathy in her eyes. As a tiny kit Shadow, then named Shimmer, had to watch her family – parents, siblings younger and older, even her grandparents – get brutally slaughtered by a group of rogues. After that Shimmer ran until her legs fell from beneath her. For several moons she hid from other cats but that ended when she reached her fourth moon. Another kit, small but bigger than her tiny size, found her one day. Shimmer hid from the kit, as she did with every other cat, but not well enough. Eventually the kit found Shimmer and attacked. After a few heartbeats Shimmer ended in a pool of the kit’s blood. The last thing the kit cried before its eyes glazed over was, “StarClan, please tell my parents that Nightkit loved them very much.” Shimmer was shocked at this, not understanding it at all, but feeling regret for killing the helpless kit, she took its name. In her family it honored the dead to take their name so she now went by Nightkit. When she eventually found another kit she resisted the sudden urge that overcame her to kill it and let it be. She felt the same urge many other times but for two moons she was left in peace. Then she heard of WinterClan. Nightkit thought that she would love it there, having heard it was a nice place, though that was before the betrayal. It turned out Nightkit, whose name had been changed to Nightpaw by then, HATED kind Clan cats, and as soon as the ranks of Shard and Frozen arose, Nightpaw worked ceaselessly to achieve the position of a Frozen. She never stopped training and never has. Her heart turned to frigid shadows long ago, the night her kin was murdered, and it is doubtful that she will ever be released from the icy claws of grief, anger, and regret. She's bottled them up so long, they've now taken over her, changing her from a whimpering kit that cried at a stranger's death by her claws to a fierce warrior that vowed to protect her Clan, even at the risk of her life, prepared to fight to the death for her Clan, especially if the deputy was at risk. She has become as cold as the coldest winter and her happiness, sympathy, and joy have disappeared like snow at the end of leaf-bare. Nightshade is deadly as her namesake. Shadow is as cruel as a broken heart. This she-cat, whose eyes once held an innocent softness and used to be a soft, bright amber, has long since become who she was destined to be, her eyes blue and white and as sharp as a shard of ice. Nightshade the destructive. Shadow the brutal. A demon of WinterClan.

Rescue Team

Consists of a head and apprentices. When harsh weather strikes, they go out to make sure no one is stuck out there

Laconickill
Roleplayed by Ashenfate
Some may wonder the meaning of this she-cat's name. Laconic means short, or to the point. Her name means a short kill. This onyx colored she-cat is not large, or muscled, but rather small and lithe. Her small form makes it easy for her to complete her tasks as a member of the Rescue Team. Her ice colored eyes seem to glow as cats see her. She is nor quiet, nor loud. She is not talkative, nor is she antisocial. This she-cat can sometimes become easily frustrated, depending upon the situation. But she is easy going at most times, and quick to react.

Sootpaw [spider]
Played by Firewolf3
Subliminal spiders eddy over the mindset of this tom, cultivating junctions of cobwebs throughout the bindings of his cranium. Their graceful tap dance through the endless tides create an air of suspension and mystique through which he treads as though in a haze. As the son of the overly enthusiastic Tangleweb, it doesn't make sense how he came to be lethargic and removed of feeling. The lines can be traced back to his mother's father, a detached tom of little to say. The blood shared between these two toms has carved a groove in him, morphing his kittish features into something more angular, acute curves encompassing what should be flowing joints. He has a muscular stature to his name, however, thanks to this and exploits it in times of issue or great need. His appearance is the most newsworthy thing about him. Long billows of soot-gray fur, not unlike the feathers of black sported by his mother, clothe him in a fine attire. Black masks the area around his eyes and paints over his legs, where it is often described to have been splattered like sculptured bubbles. These oil-black stockings relent in frequent order to horizontal white stripes that descend his legs and meld into the pewter of his toes. His plumed tail has a onyx peppering near the end, but the colors stagnate into his predominant gray as they reach the end. His eyes capture the seafoam of an arctic ocean in the moonrise, but webs of turquoise branch off and crack the surface of it. A picturesque setting of his own creation. There are some attributes refined to his own persona, one of such being his inclination to haunt the steps of his clan mates and beyond. He retains a cryptic atmosphere as a carapace towards those who prod his being. He has the dilemma of being often overlooked due to his being an oddity amidst the finer warriors of WinterClan, but the lack of attention has always suited his being just fine.

Bloomingpaw(hope)
Rp'd by Marionetteღ
The rainbow after a storm, the dawn after the night, the quiet, stuttering breath taken as someone is brought back from the brink of death. Bloomingpaw is all these and more; exactly what her mother wanted her to be as she named her during her last breaths. Her cheerful and compassionate personality represents wishes of good things to come, of dreams of happy endings, of belief in the darkest hours. She is a fantasizer, but at the same time keeps her head out of the clouds and her paws on the ground. Bloomingpaw is average-sized, with long, pale ginger fur and white paws. She has bright, sea green eyes that glow with a range of emotions, varying from mischievousness to determination to dizzying elation. Loyal to the absolute end, she seems to have an obsessive-compulsive complex to help anyone in need, be it a clanmate still in mourning or a kit hanging from the talons of a hawk. However, this also puts her in a right state of guilt and self-loathing if she fails to save someone, which she fortunately recovers from quickly enough. Bloomingpaw runs with the smoothness of water, her paws easily gliding over ridges and bumps in uneven ground. It helps that she enjoys running, too, whether she's hunting, fighting, or simply for fun. Although a firm believer of Starclan, she believes in doing things for herself, instead of just thinking Starclan will do all the work and make her life good.

Warriors

Mistyeyes
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
An elegant all black she-cat with misty gray eyes that shine even in the blackest of nights. She is icy cold, but nevertheless, all she wants is kits with a tom who will love her for who she is. She always was a loud one. She just likes to talk and talk and talk. She is also ready to defend the things she loves. but inside, deep down in the ice cold heart, is a tiny flame. Maybe you might reach it one day, if you try hard enough.
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Promiscuousemotions
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
A brown, white, ginger, and black calico she cat with bright brown eyes. Promiscuous: Irregular, Haphazard. Emotions: Feelings. Yep, Promicuousemotions' mood is always rapidly changing. She was named Promiscuouskit by her calico fur which looks like different pelt thrown together. As she aged, her mood was noticeably different. She was born into Winterclan right as they were changing from nice to evil. She quickly adapted the cold attitudes of her clan-mates. She always seems to talk in questions. She wanted kits from when she was an apprentice. She loved the idea of being a mother and raising her own litter with her mate. So of course she wants a mate too. One she can trust not to tell her secrets, and love her. She loves to take walks through the snowy territory of Winterclan and climb in trees to catch squirrels and birds.
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Lunarmidnight
Rped by WindSpirit555
A pitch black she-cat with a thick pelt. Eyes are a nice forest of green that shine with a chilled kindness. She is a very hard worker that learns quickly. She is great when it comes to hunting, but has to improve on her battle skills. Throughout the morning 'till sundown, she is showing her chilly side. But when the moon is out and she can hide herself from her enemies, the playful side of her comes out and she starts to have some fun. She padded off at around 7 moons old from her loner mother and learned how to hunt better by herself.
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Robinbliss
Rped by .:MidnightFrost:.
A grey ghost darting across the frozen land, a shadow that follows you everywhere and nowhere at the same time. You catch a glimpse out of the corner of your eyes, a grey apparition with blue eyes, but when you turn she is gone. You stop and think, was she even there? If so who is she? Robinbliss a cat of mystery, as anonymous as the wind, but sweet as a frost berry she so loves. Where did she come from, where is she going, and just plain where is she? Life has not been kind to her, a former kittypet, then loner, she survived on the waste land of the tundra, alone. Alone, till Winterclan came along. There journey to their new home took them through the tundra she called home and she followed curious about these cats with strange names, her own being Robin, one she kept from her days as a kittypet. She trailed after them, curiosity was her greatest downfall after all, and stayed undiscovered for quite a while till one day she got careless letting them get down wind of her. One called Steelember found her, one of the Shard, she feared for her life. But someone must have been looking after her that day because he didn’t kill her on spot he let her explain that she wanted to join and that was why she was following the group. She was lucky they let her join and that changed her life. She now prowls the icy tundra like she was born there, and you would see that, if you see her at all.
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Memorieslost
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Night is terrifying enough without the knowledge of this she-cat out there with you. Pure black camoflauges with the starless sky. A weight drops onto you. You smile up into bright purple eyes, realizing it's just Memorieslost. She is usually in a so-so mood. She came from the Tribe, after her and her sister were thrown out by their mother. Her sister is Crystallinewonder. They are very close and hate to be apart for long. In a fight, she is fierce, but she is terrible at hunting.
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Phantomlegacy
Rped by Amberflame
Her beautiful amber pelt practically glows in contrast to the the snow. It covers everything but her stomach, which is more of a cherry wood kind of hue. Her captivating eyes possess every fleck of color ranging from lilac to ocean blue; another inviting element of this she-cat. Her purpose is simple. To lure an opposing cat into her, and keep them there long enough to leech every drop of knowledge for them, very much like a spy. Being a vampire of knowledge requires a lovable personality, which she also has. Phantomlegacy is her name. She's a major flirt, a player, even. But that's only half of her job. The other half requires a different kind of lust. Bloodlust. It requires the qualities of a killer: stealth, cleanliness, and perfection. All are stored within her. Recruited by Lynxspirit, she is the perfect addition to this chilly Clan. Her brain is just as sharp as her claws, and it shows. She has an easy time keeping her temper, and a curious wiseness is portrayed in her eyes. She gets along well with the cats WinterClan, coaxing them into thinking the way she wants them to. She isn't the best at hunting, but that's alright with her, considering the fact the she spits at the very thought of lifting a claw to kill anything other than a cat.
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Nightdapple
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A swift shadow dances off of the trees casting an eerie shadow over you, but don't be afraid. Nightdapple is far from mean or dangerous. Jet-black fur, as soft as a kittens and sea blue eyes that glitter like the stars. Although she is quite small for a warrior, she makes up for strength in speed and cleverness. She is very fond of kits and wishes to have her own someday with a tom she loves. She hardly declines an invitation to a patrol or hunting party, because she finds spending time with her clanmates and providing for the clan to be fun and important. She has a hopeful dream that someday maybe, all clans can live in peace and tranquility.
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Lionferocity
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Short golden fur stretched over well defined muscles ruffles in the bitter wind. Bright emerald eyes express very little emotion. Lionferocity didn't always live in Winterclan. He came as an injured rogue, defiant of the fact that he was dying and needed a lot of help. But soon, the idea of having someone there to talk to or take care of him enticed him and he asked to join the clan as a full warrior. Lionferocity loves to fight in battles and hunt, for he is very good at the things he does. He doesn't really like the mushy feelings, they kinda disgust him actually. But deep inside, he knows that if he finds the right she-cat, one day, he knows that he can break through his thick social shell, he might change his ways for her.
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Frostblaze
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A flash of blue or green is usually the first -and sometimes last- thing you see of this mysterious and reserved she-cat. Ever since she first met Asterstar, her leader, she's been in love. She's very self-conscious and is always considering she's too ugly or too slow or too weak. She seems to always find fault in herself and most of the time, she's right. Frostblaze is a tall she-cat who /loves/ the cold of Winterclan - the reason why she joined Winterclan. There's also Asterstar... Frostblaze is very nervous around others and she never uttered a word since she left her birth-place until she met Asterstar. It was only a faint glimpse of this strong form one time she was patrolling her personal border and her first words in moons and moons was a purr. "I think I'm in love..." She always trailed off with her words, too nervous to ever speak for very long. But when she was denied as his mate for another cat, she moved on. She still trails off with her words, but she knows the right tom will someday come into her life. Her paws are pure black and are always silky and kitten soft. Her back is sprinkled with flecks of black raning from nearly invisible to the size of a mouse's head. She is very strong for a she-cat and her white tail is rust colored from the tip to about one-third of the way down. Frostblaze has good reason, though, for why she never speaks. As a child, her parents treated her horribly. They pushed her as far as she could go and if she stumbled, they would beat her horribly. She wished only to escape and she got that chance after an encounter with a fox. It broke her forepaw and her parents chased her away, claiming she was useless now. For many moons, she wandered alone until she found him, Thorn. A dark gray and orange tabby that understood her past. She had a litter of kits with Thorn, but three were killed before three moons, two from greencough and one to a fox. So she was left with a tom and sde-cat named Sanekit and Foxkit. A silver, black and white tom kit and a bright orange she-cat with a pointed nose and white patches. She loved both of them with all her heart, devestated when each of the other kits were stolen from her. As they traveled, they stumbled across Summerclan territory. Then Foxkit disappeared. Frostblaze was horrified, but continued on, until she met a patrol of Summerclan cats that same day. One carried Foxkit and she jumped to grab her daughter, but the Summerclan cats thought she was attacking and fought against Frostlaze, Thorn and Sanekit. When she finally escaped the Summerclan cats, she expected Thorn to be right behind her, but he wasn't. She had turned back so she could make sure, but ran the instant she reached the fight zone. All that was left were the bloody scattered remains of Thorn. Her beloved. After that, she went silent. She avoided every cat, afraid they'd be just as mean as the Summerclan cats. When she reached a suitable territory she -unknowingly- settled down right next door to the ruthless Winterclan. She spent many nights freezing cold and alone, beside her only remaining kit, Sanekit, missing the gentle warmth Thorn had given her. She was only eight moons old. Then she met Asterstar, only Asterpaw at the time. She decided to follow him to see where he came from. She wondered if they were like the Summerclan cats, but still decided to follow Asterpaw and, unfortunately, was captured by a Winterclan patrol. She was kept under strict surveilance and for a long time, she cringed away every time another cat approached her. She spoke a little, but not much. Then she joined. Her life in Winterclan had been uneventful until one night when she and six other she-cats spoke with Asterstar in turn. When she found out he chose another mate, she simply turned away and told herself another tom cat would come into her life someday and steal her heart, just as Thorn and Asterstar did. For now, she'll just wait.
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Glacierpeak
Rped by Amberflame
A medium-sized smoke-colored tom with captivating, curious eyes. Eyes that reflect his abuse, his heart, and all at the same time portray his calm, humorous nature. His sarcastic demeanor is that of a cackling hyena, often dry and harsh. Only rarely does another cat catch that glimmer of good nature, a small scrap of hope that trust between he and another still has a chance. He is truly a diamond in the rough, and the presence of love in his life could expose his real personality. Before WinterClan, he lived a life of torture. His mother loved him and his siblings very much, but no cat can stay in one place forever. His father returned from a journey to seek out better hunting grounds, healing his mother's broken heart. Soon after, she left with him, wishing her now-apprentice-aged kits luck and prosperity. The then-Glacier set out, searching for a more meaningful, and less lonely life, which he temporarily found with a band of rough rogues. He fought his way in, and fought his way out to say the least. His body was salvaged, but not by much; his left ear was filled with nicks, his tail is kinked in the end(which he wasn't born with), multiple burn marks about his stomach, and a back covered in scars. As he progressed into adulthood, the process repeated itself multiple times. Soon enough, his trust for others was depleted, and when he first found WinterClan, Glacier was hostile, but after scouting the group for a bit, he decided he wanted to be a part of their little group, and spoke with Asterstar about his entrance. He was reluctantly accepted, and has since worked hard to prove his everlasting gratitude and loyalty.
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YarrowHolly
RPed by: WindSpirit555
Small, Gentle, and Fierce. Those are the words that describe this she cat. YarrowHolly is a small white and gray cat. Her ice blue eyes speak one thousand words in one glance. She is gentle with a maniacal side that no one should witness. She loves to roam in the snow and hunt in it. She's quiet most of the time. She likes to prove her point even if she knows she has lost it.

YewIris
RPed by WindSpirit555
YewIris is a tall lanky white tom. He is laid back and loves the cold. He puts up with his sister with out an effort. He has deep blue eyes that no one can tell whats in them. He likes to train and get stronger. He likes to keep to himself around people he does not know. Underneath the hard shell of his he has a soft gentle side that everyone could learn to love.

Heronflight
RPed by Secretkit
Gentle long-limbed white-and-grey she-warrior with pale blue eyes. Graceful and elegant, she was named for the proud way in which she stalks through the night and morning, and she earned the prefix 'flight' for her swoop-like gait, the way she seems to fly through the tall grass during the hunt. If you close your eyes a little, you could mistake her for that magnificent bird. Regal, she is proud and caring, with a mild sense of humor and a neverending passionate affection for her friends and family.

Pebblesplash
RPed by Secretkit
A pretty longhaired silver she-cat, with darker gray paws and stripes, and innocent blue eyes. A motherly character with a love for kits and elders, she prides herself on caring for those around her, and not taking precautions for her own safety. Would risk her life to save another, and consider it her life's greatest work. There's nothing she likes better than fresh carp from the river, and she can often be found there, either alone fishing, or teaching the kits how to swim.

Chestnuthawk
RPed by Secretkit
Fiery dark ginger she-cat, with honest, truthtelling brown eyes. However hard she tries to conceal it, her body language always gives her thoughts and feelings away, and she's appalled by that fact. Slender, lithe, and sleek, she's a great fighter like the hawk she was named for, and a quick learner and hunter. Love usually means naught to her, but as she is quick to fall for others, it is all she can do just to refrain from talking to toms. Quite a nervous she-cat, but altogether, a cute ball of fluff and giggles.

Creekcloud
RPed by Secretkit
The rest of the world can do whatever they like, for all he cares. This sharp grey furred tom has long ears and dark starbright blue eyes. Cares about things when he really needs to, and doesn't mind being left out of things, but if you insult him, you might as well guard yourself carefully, for things could suddenly go awfully wrong in your life. Loves to walk alone in the forest, and feels that others don't understand him. He doesn't have feelings for she-cats, but hopes that someday he'll be able to have a family of his own. An elite warrior physically and mentally, he is a great fighter and a superb hunter. Altogether a fully capable warrior, somewhat void of any fear, and nice to those who respect him.

Wolfheart
Rped by Me-mow122
A young reddish-brown tom,born into Winterclan with a cold-hearted family. His bright yellow eyes show pain.He's a very good fighter and a great hunter. His mate is Crystalheart who is also in Winterclan.He will do anything for Winterclan even if it means giving up his life. His warrior name is Wolfheart because during his kithood he had a family that never liked him because they didn't think he would become a warrior. They always called him "useless''. So, he decided to run away and he bumped into a pack of wolves who practically raised him and he liked his new family instead of his cold family. The wolves taught him how to be a hunter and a great fighter. The wolves thought he was ready so they sent him back to his family and when he got there he decided to kill his mother and father. He took care of himself after that. His motto is ''If we fight,we may not always win and If we don't fight, we will surely lose'' Wolfheart is a very brave warrior with a heart of a fighter.

Hollypoison
Rp'd by Marionetteღ
Sugar, spice, and everything nice: that is what Hollypoison appears to be made of at first. She acts friendly and naive, and always seems to be able to say the right things. Friendly, obedient, and just a little feisty, Hollypoison turns out to be someone entirely different. Just like the berries she is named after, she is alluring and sweet on the outside, but deadly venomous on the inside. Her sardonic and even slightly sadistic side is one she only reveals to cats in which she has complete faith in that will not judge her - or cats that she knows can not or will not tell. She has a tawny pelt with white-ringed ears and wide, green eyes the colour of holly leaves that seem to guard her personal emotions in the way they almost act like mirrors, completely opaque and only reflecting the outside world around them. Hollypoison's ability to read emotions allows herself to easily slip into her carefully crafted sweet-and-innocent persona, and to read the feelings of others. She is both experienced and skilled at fighting, and will not think twice about exploiting any weaknesses she notices. Is her opponent favouring their right leg? Bluff a straight-on jab, swerve left and attack their flank, so that there's no choice for the other cat but to pivot on their weaker leg. Despite her more dominant nature, Hollypoison would rather serve under another cat and accept their praise for a job (very) well done than deal with the stress of being responsible for other cats.

Dynamiteburst
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A playful, rambunctious tom with dark-ginger fur and deep blue eyes. He has the heart a kit, who enjoys adventures and games. He can be a bit childish at times, but that's just the way he is. Dynamiteburst can sometimes have a fiery attitude, where he comes upon as rude, but doesn't every cat have bad moments? He loves to play with the kits in the nursery, and hopes to have his own one day. Dynamiteburst wonders if their is a she-cat who can match his humorous personality, rather than try to mature him.

Singedpelt
Rp'd by Cicleywhisker
His pelt is just as his name suggests: A dark, burned gray color. It is not one solid color, but different shades as it flows along in all it's lucious glory. He has charming green eyes and a great smile and calling him attractive would be an understatement. Singedpelt has a dominant, confident dispostion, but he won't go against a leader's orders. While he prefers to be at the head of the group he'll always step down to a higher power. He has no ambitions to become a leader and is quite content being a warrior. He loves to serve his clan any way he can and offers his greatest skills to their fullest extent. Loyal and passionate, he will never turn on his clanmates and will always be their to lend a paw when trouble strikes. Singedpelt is a large tom. He's got broad shoulders and rippling muscles, and is overall build is just huge. He towers over most of the other cats in the clan and can sometimes be a bit intimidating. This is the exact opposite of his petite sister Ariasprite. At times he envies her for her unique knack to make friends, but he loves her dearly. He hopes one day to find a she-cat that can look past his large size and love him for the gentle tom his is on the inside.

Ariasprite
Rp'd by Cicleywhisker
A petite, delicate she-cat. She has an ashy gray coat that in various places models a different hue. Her eyes are a very vivid ocean blue that seem to swirl with daker shades. Ariasprite has a light, twinkly laugh and flows through the air like a feather. Definitely a beautiful sight to behold, and a great pleasure to be around. Her personality is kind of verstile when it comes to who likes it. There really isn't such a thing as hating her because she makes it impossible. She has a way of making others happy but also makes herself happy at the same time. She's the type of cat you just know you'll get along with from the moment you meet her. Whether she likes something or not doesn't really matter to her. She is laid back and passive so she won't be ticked off easily. The only cats she doesn't like are the ones who hide themselves from the world. The ones who are deceitful and act all innocent. She sees right through it. If you try to fool her, it won't happen because she is extemely observant, intelligent, and good at reading between the lines. All it takes is a little spark in your eyes, a twitch of a whisker, or an insincere smile to cause her to realize you are lying. Ariasprite has a big brother. Not in the sense that he is older, just larger in stature. It's hard to tell they are related but they share a similar coat pattern. She hopes one day to have more than her brother in her family, as in a mate and kits. It may be easy in the end. Seriously, who wouldn't fall in love with this sweet little creature with the looks of an angel?

Maskedidentity
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
An unknown face. Who is he? Where did he come from? No one knows. Black and white fur covering back and face. His paws and tail is dark gray,giving him an ominous look. His eyes are the only thing different. They are green and blue... Making him intriguing. He used to work for someone... Someone that sent cats out to assassinate others. Maskedidentity was the best,actually. But since no one remembers him, no one knows his past. Which is probably the best thing... The only place he would be accepted would be the Dark Forest. He doesn't really consider the Dark Forest bad, but there,everyone is evil and there's no one innocent to kill.

Ominousfate
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A mystery. That's what Ominousfate is. No one really knows him... Hardly anyone knows his name,matter of fact. With his dark brown and black fur,hardly anyone notices him,either. But when you see his eyes, a bright violet, You'll most likely remember him. No one knows his past, since he wasn't born in WinterClan. He does, however, enjoy WinterClan better than anywhere else. Not many people look for him if he wonders off for a few days... Which is something he needs to do. He does wonder what it would be like if the world was different... If they had a better world. He doesn't have any friends anymore, and he didn't have many in the first place. But he likes it this way. Without friends,he has more time to explore... Try new things. He never had this chance in his past life... It was always the same. Being used to kill, and usually getting hurt badly... He's done with that, now. But was that the best choice? Did he actually /enjoy/ his past life? The blood,the screams,the terror... Maybe he's just insane... There's no way he actually liked to kill, was there? But of course, everyone is insane... One way or another, they are insane to someone, or just plain crazy...... Well, perhaps he still kills,actually. He might not be aware of it. You never know. You can't judge him. Maybe he's doing the right thing. After all, no one -really- knows what's wrong and what's right......Right?

Brokensoul
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Killing. It's not so bad, is it? Surely not. Some would be horrified at the thought of their own clan-mate being a killer. That's why they don't know that. She looks ominous enough to be a killer. Black fur and gray stripes. Even has red eyes. Not to worry. She's more of a shell; a former form of herself. She's broken, of course. She can't help but be lured to any signs of death... Blood, fear, screams of pain, or just pain itself. Some call her names, others just stay away. But sometimes it's better like that, you know? The ability to sit by yourself... Gives you time to think; get more intelligent. Or gives you time to burn off your rage, which is easier to do when you're killing... But this is the way she enjoys her time: Alone. Killing. Doing something -not- for the better of others... This is probably the way the rest of her life will be spent.

Foreverforgotten
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Being forgotten isn't so bad... I mean, it just means you're not going to be bothered by anybody. Which is a good thing for Foreverforgotten... She's an outcast, really.She's always been forgotten, left to the side. And when she wasn't, names were thrown at her from every direction. She has light brown fur mixed with gray and white. Her eye color is amber. Though she is forgotten, she is still a loyal warrior to WinterClan, forever surviving, forever burning.

Stitchedmouth
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A blank, eerie face stares at you, but says nothing. Doesn't move, not an inch. She doesn't dare.She has a white face with black eyes. The fur everywhere else is black. Around her eyes has black fur, and odd, tiny black exes layer her mouth. Her name fits her perfectly, personality and looks. She never talks. Some even think she can't talk, that her mouth actually is stitched shut. It's not, of course... No one has ever heard her talk. Even now, as a warrior, she doesn't talk. She tells herself that if she trusts no one and talks to no one, then she shall be ok. Living freely, able to make choices of her own. Of course, she doesn't know tht she can't exactly do that, in this clan. Better if she doesn't know. And perhaps she will be ok, maybe on the outside. But on the inside, she's dying. But the inside, that is something that can never be unlocked.

Patchedskull
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
"She's not stable. We have to rid her of this clan... She's putting us all in danger. You know something has to be done. She's already completely mad, but you wait. She's never going to change, face it."She heard the last words spoken out of her Deputy's mouth before killing him in the night. She fled of course. What else could she do? The deputy was trying to get the leader,her mate, to drive her out! The insanity! How could they do this to her? Rid her? Drive her from their world? Apparently easily. She thought she was cared for, /loved/! But one question remains in her mind. -Was- she insane? Is she /still/? Questions she already knows, but thinks she's perfectly normal, living her life like everyone else. But the truth is, she is dangerous. Dangerous beyond control. And the reason is because of her madness. She never asked to be like this, mentally insane. It just... Happened. One day she's perfectly normal, the next she's crazy, killing, destroying the clan. She could have still had a normal life. Normal! But could she have ever been normal, with her black/blue fur mixed with white? Her black and violet eyes? She would have never been normal. This is her fate, what she always would have been an is. That's the truth. She was over-expecting. No one is ever normal. Never true;pure. And that's the way it will always be.

Insaneserenity
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
She talks to herself, but it's as if she's actually talking to a real person. It's not a real person,though. It's her, but she has multi-personalities... She makes different people for each one but they are only in her mind. This is Insaneserenity. Insaneserenity has orange fur with bright blue-green eyes. Her paws are black and she has an insane look in her eyes. You kind of get use to the madness. But then again, it's kind of like living in your own world, except you still can't make the rules. After you figure out that they don't actually exist and it's just you, not others, controlling the body, you think it's over, that you can live another life. Oh, what a mistake. Don't you know? Whenever you create a future for yourself, it never goes away.

Everlastinghope
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Hope. It's like fire, sometimes you never have it, and sometimes the flame never stops burning inside. You think eventually the flame will die, leaving them hopelessly lost. And that sometimes happens, but not to Everlastinghope. Is he good or evil though? No one can really tell, since he does good deeds and evil deeds. Mostly good though... He has strong built body, with white, chestnut, and a sort of blue/black colored fur. His eyes are violet, shining brightly. This tom is unpredictable. You never know what he's going to do next. But will something bad happen, putting his burning flame of hope out? He will be left hopeless, broken. This is the worst thing that can happen to him. He is lost without hope, unknowing what to do. His future would shrivel, turning eventually into ash, and he will go along with it.

Angelfeather
RPed by Secretkit
A white she-cat with pale blue eyes and three brown spots right on her forehead. Her eyes are narrow and almond shaped, making her look quite seductive at times. She loves to prance in the cool forest during the night, and would sing all the time if she were allowed to. Is Phantomshadow's best friend, and loves him like a brother. Doesn't know much about kindness, but can show it once in a while.

Phantomshadow
RPed by Secretkit
A dark grey tom with cold blue eyes that seem to glow with a fierce frosty sense of anger. He has an aura of one that has seen much death, and hates to be left alone for too long because of an accident he had as a kit. He has no mate or kits, because he's simply too shy to talk to anyone, but once you get to know him, he's an outright sweetheart.

Risenpath
RPed by Secretkit
A very small, sleek furred black she-cat with frosty silvery green eyes, brimmed with dark blue at the pupils. What this she-cat lacks in size, she makes up for in strength, agility and powerful leadership skills. Her whiskers are an unusual silver, and her ears are tufted. She is known throughout the other Clans for her sharp tongue and often snide, snappy, sarcastic remarks at Gatherings, and feared for her brute strength and power, but other than that, Risenpath's true nature is just as unknown as her Clan's. She has dark secrets, and an even darker history.

Silentwhisper
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
At last. Someone that knows the mysterious tom that lurks silently. She knows Maskedidentity, yes, but they are enemies. She has finally found him, and her revenge will be taken. Not by murder, no too easy. Torture. She will take whatever life he has now and ruin it, torturing his soul. The most perfect plan, she thinks. It will be easy with her beauty. Gold and silver streaks intertwine with each other, twisting along her black pelt. Her eyes are a bright green, almost neon. Yes, this will be an easy task. Surely he didn't find a very suitable mate. With his past? No, of course not. Doesn't matter if he did anyways. She will take whatever he had an burn it, turning it to nothing and leaving him alone... This is her only purpose left in this life. Find. Torture. Repeat.

Wiltedrose
RPed by: .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
The one, dead rose among the garden of beauty. The one that saw too much sun, or perhaps was eventually tortured enough until it wilted, turning an ugly gray color. This happens to everyone when they die. But to some, it comes early, making them unwanted and hated. They get weeded, their very roots coming from the cold ground. Some enjoy finally being left alone. Being as good as dead. But it's not enough... She needs something more... Like power over death. But what were the chances of that happening? Who would follow her? No one. No one would follow Wiltedrose. She will be left to go insane. Her ugly gray pelt would be left matted, her oddly bright green eyes would hold a lust for power and death. Many will die in this process, her thirst for power and death overwhelming her. This is something that won't pass easily. Perhaps her rose will form once again. But she will not be red. She will be black. She will wear death like a cover and watch others cower in fear. The rose will rise once more, its black blanket covering the world and putting out all light.

Violetfur
Rped by ForestWing
A smart and well spoken she-cat with beautiful purple eyes. Violetfur's family is well known within the mountain clan's. Being the granddaughter of a winterclan leader and a fallclan leader. Her heritage gives her the signature purple eyes and star streaked silver pelt. She is a kind hearted she-cat who would fight the warrior code if it was against her ethnics. She is just and fair always listening to everyones opinions. Someday she wishes to become the leader of Winterclan like her grandfather and works harder everyday to strive to be the she-cat she is today.

Paradisepool
Rped by Heathersong981
Small ginger and white she-cat with dark green-blue eyes. She has a strong will and always thinks of her clan-mates first. She has always been fond of how warriors hunt and catch prey, and she wants to be the greatest hunter in the clan. Sometimes her ambitions ca get the best of her, but in her head she thinks she is doing the right thing. And her thoughts bring her to a wonderful world where she is alone and having a good time, although she is having a rough time learning to be a good warrior.

Wolftrick
Played by Firewolf3
A voluminous tom with characteristics that categorize him with that of a wolfs. He has a very muscular build and larger-than-normal paws, all of his body covered in scruffy gray pelage. Along most of his facial features and his hackles is a trail of darkened fur, almost black, that marks his notability. Nearer to his flanks is a colouring of lighter fur that drips down towards his paws, though it is interspersed and hybridized with the other, more darker-of-texture hair. His tail, towards the tip, is almost ringed with black-to-gray, but the very tip is peppered with a fine snow-white. His optics also duplicate a wolfs; a pale green, with a bit of yellow added nearer the pupil. Despite his looks being quite more masculine than would be considered traditional for a feline, Wolf still finagles swift movements with effortless elegance and dexterity, never making even an unintelligible sound. He lives up to how his name suggest him: a wolf-like trickster. One of his favourite antics would be to encroach upon another (be it clan mate or prey), then sideslip off in the other direction, prodding the side or shoulder of his victim as he passes. Because of his constant drive to prank and joke around - sometimes in an unintentionally harsh manner - Wolf has trouble being accepted into his clan. Not that he distinctly cares, of course. His friends characterize him as such: A lovably playful cat, though a bound and determined duelist; but watch his temper.

Walkingspirit
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
The chill of a paranormal existence in the air. The cold feeling when you realize that you're dead and no one can help. The realization that you're life might never be the same. One spirit helps you through all of this. Pulls you through to the end of the road where you finally relax. You may eventually find yourself there, but he won't. Who is he? Why did he help you? These are some questions you will probably never receive an answer from. But you remember his pelt. His entire body is white, and only one black spot covers over his right eye. His right eye is green, while his left is orange. You remember this tom as the light... The one that you could depend on. His twin on the other hand is the one that you tried to pull yourself away from. The devious seductress that lured you in. But that is another story... One that will not be told... For now, anyways...~ His appearance seems nonchalant and easygoing, but he must do lots to be able to help you and defend you. This is many things he does for the good, and for complete strangers. Perhaps it is just sibling rivalry. Because this isn't exactly the best fitting description of him, no. Some see him as light. Some see the unleashed version of himself. But the real question that stand above all, the question that may never be answered is this: Who is he?

Soultaker
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
You know what she looks like. You think of her as safety when you don't know where to go, so you follow her. She leads you farther in though, and you question. She convinces you to go deeper, into the darkness that now surrounds you. You are lost now, searching frantically for her, yet you don't see her. Yet you can hear her laughter and the evilness in it. Suddenly claws and teeth attack you from all sides, smothering you in the black fog. The only thing you see through the darkness is a white spot and two eyes. The rest of her fur is black; unseen. One white spot covers her right eye, which is red. Her left eye is orange. She seems slightly familiar, like you've seen her before. But not her, her twin brother. But he would have helped you, not killed you. Your last glance at the corner uncovers a dark secret that is not revealed. Then everything turns bland and numb, as you are erased from existance. So many questions are still in everyone's mind: Which one can be trusted?

Frosthare
Rped by Tanglecloud
White as fresh snow, beautiful like a flower, this amazing sweet she-cat would be Frosthare. Her eyes are an ice blue with flecks of gold. Her ears are small and her teeth are sharp. She loves to play with kits and has dreams of having some of her own one day. Her mother raised her to kill but she was never meant to be one. Frosthare is always looking to help out with any problems in the clan. Shes fast on her feet and a fast thinker.

Eagleheart
Rped by Cicleywhisker
Like the trunk of a tree, he is sturdy. Like the caress of a warm breeze, he is gentle. He is something to hold on to when the world seems to tip upside down. The one constant on this ever-changing planet. One look at this towering tom and you may think otherwise. His black and white pelt is always ragged, as if he has never groomed himself before. His eyes are like the surface of a frozen lake. Light blue with bolts of much darker shades. Not the warmest looking cat you could ever see. How can someone so intimidating be nice in the slightest? The reason fails to be uncovered, but the result is true. Though he gives away his kindness freely, his love is something sacred, reserved to those who deserve it. One of those cats happens to be his younger sister, Lilywhisp. The power of the mighty eagle's wing is nothing compared to Eagleheart's love of his little sister. Her blind joy and carefree expressions of affection warm his heart to the highest degree. No matter how bad a day he has had, she always can make him smile with that adoreable, twinkling laugh of hers. He admits that he tends to be overprotective of her and knows that someday he may have to give her up to another tom who will look after her, but he still can't seem to bring himself to leave her be. Some had a concern about him bending to her every will. As his only family and darling sister, he couldn't help but get wrapped around her the moment he looked into her eyes and there after do anything she wanted, but knew all along that she would never become selfish of vain. She is as down-to-earth as any cat can be. So he continues to live as he does, his life control by a harmless bundle of fur, until the time comes that he has to let her go and grow up.

Snowwind
Rped by: AwsomePawsome
Snowpaw grew up with a troubled life. Her mother died when birthing her, she was the last to be born out of the three cubs. Living in such a cold part of the mountain, she was the only survior of the three. She grew to have a beautiful white pelt, long and flowing in the winterwinds. Her cystal blue eyes are the only thing that peirce through the snow when hiding. She is kind, but shy. Dont get on her nerves though, as she has sharp long claws, a magnificent fighter. Snowpaw is an independent cat, taking long walks through the deep snow. She only has few friends, those of which are the friends you have forever.

Amazonrain
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
A pretty gray tabby with ice blue eyes. She was always a little fighter, tackling her litter-mates and coming up with plans to become a warrior faster. She's a petty little trouble maker. Even as a Warrior, she is always thinking of ways to make Winterclan better. Of course, they are all ridiculous. Never mind that. She is still serious, though when required to be. She loves to play in water: puddles, creeks, ponds, etc... You can find her splashing around in water.

Kovu
Rped by Amberflame
A flash of domino-colored claws, a pair of apologetic hazel eyes, and a coat of a multitude of browns is the last image to ever enter your mind. He's a friendly tom-- the last thing WinterClan needs-- but it's all centered around his past. Long story short, his father killed all of his siblings right before his eyed; all of whom he was extremely close with, leaving him mentally scarred. Everything fell apart for him from there, but when he joined the Clan, he vowed to chill up by the time he was a warrior. Phantomlegacy and Lynxspirit are holding him to that. His pelt is light brow, but thickens and lengthens at a dark brown point on his neck, which gives him the appearance of a lion. It fits him, as he isn't afraid to be compassionate or sympathetic just because the rest of the Clan might not be.

Rememberancepoppy
Rped by cobwebpaw
Smug, handsome tom who has a high spirit and thinks of himself as the best. His appearance? Well, just look at his mother, Poppysnow. He is the splitting image of her, ruff dappled gray pelt with white flecks and black on his back and legs. The only slight difference is the shade of gray in his eyes. Personality? Although he may be a fighter, powerful and spiteful at times, he is a loyal member of his Clan and always tries his best. In fact, he would sacrifice himself before letting others get hurt. If he were to die, think only this of him, he would be a worthy warrior to reach Starclan. The front-line is his favorite place to be, letting his emotions out through fighting, but ask him to catch a mouse and he will grimace. Hunting really is not his thing. Family? Poppysnow, Sorrowfuldreamweaver, Blueberrycrumble, Franticfrenzy and Drainedsoul. He never knew his father and Poppysnow won't tell. But he doesn't mind. He loves his siblings a lot, though it may not always come across that way. He likes to tease them, but always makes sure they're okay.

Saneshock
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A silvery blur splashed with sparks of black and white. A yellow glow with electric blue shocks throughout. A flash of white than blood red. You've just met and ticked off Sanekit. Not quite an accomplishment though. He has a very short temper. Not to hard to get on his nerves and those razor sharp fangs and wicked sharp claws don't help. Ever since he was a very young kit, he's been on the move with his mother, Frostblaze, and father, Thorn. But when Summerclan cats murdered his father -- some of which who were his own brothers and sisters -- a deep hatred of Summerclan began. And with that hatred came the one thing his name denied, Insanity. He turned crazy only a few days after joining Winterclan, which he did willingly along with his mother. Unlike Frostblaze though, he seems to talk too much. He's extremely hotheaded, but gets along fine with other cats in the nursery. A silver furred tom with black tabby stripes matched with a pure white underbelly and pitch black paws. Glowing yellow eyes with flashes of bright blue mixed in. Gleaming white fangs slicing through flesh and blinding you. You've just fought Sanekit and met your death...

Ashendawn
Roleplayed by theoretically.
This young feline's eyes are the first traits to seize an onlooker's attention. They are not one hue, but two. Her left eye is a frozen glacial blue, expanding from a dark pupil to pale periwinkle. Ashendawn's right orb, however, retains a certain warmth that her left eye does not. Like the flame that both bring and destroy life, that is her left eye. Sprinkled over that hue are smaller and lighter golden flecks. Her pelt is not something that can be compared against her eyes, despite its less obvious beauty. A dense, fluffy pelt of snowy white that is not marred by any other color, like the first snowfall during winter. Although her frame is rather petite, Ashendawn's infinitesimal size is made up with an ambrosial heart of gold. Her lame leg has never put her down, despite others' jeers and taunts, and she seems impossible to break, impossible to hurt. She is a true WinterClanner, and despite the harshness of Clan life, she loves it with all of her heart and soul. This young she-cat is one of a kind, with a curious, budding soul whose depths lie a certain purity that remains unspoiled by life.

Snowpelt
Rped by littlesnowpelt
A pure white she-cat with bright aqua eyes.She's a very curious and shy cat. Because she is shy, she doesn't speak up which allows nothing bad to get to her. She's not looking for a mate thinking it is not necessary to make her happy. Although she wasn't born a clan cat, she was born in the forest and would like to be apart of a clan for a group experience.

Stalkingredemption
Rped by Foxblood
A spark of silver flashes past your eyes, and a golden burst of flames enlightens your eyes. Yes, Stalkingredemption, a black she-cat with flaming golden eyes and a silver tint to her white paws. Her temper can be short, or hard to inflame. She has a wicked beautiful smile with a white gleam. She may seem all hiss and no scratch, but you are mistaken. This she cat is a gorgeous devil with a way to talk. She can talk you into anything. Toms, when she was a loner, stalked her like she was a piece of live prey. If they came to close, they would get a scar to remember. As a rouge, her mother named her Redemption, but when she found out her mother and father were clan cats, she left them and changed her name to Stalkingredemption. As the age of an apprentice, she was already at the top of the food chain. Dogs whined at the sight of her and she-cat yowled with jealousy. Stalkingredemption had a mate, Darksinner, she doesn't know were he lurks. She kitted to Tricklekit, but he died sadly. Stalkingredemption is not sure of another mate and must be won. Her claws do an excellent damage and her teeth kill prey quickly.

Woodpeckerwings
Rped by Tanglecloud
Slender with black fur and white and crimson spots on her face, head and down her back. Blood colored eyes and long skiny legs and tail make up this fierce she-cat. In love with the snow, the cold, and the barren trees Woodpeckerwings is always on the move always looking for somethign to do. Her mother and father taught her that the only way to get what you want is to use fear to scare others into doing what you want them to do. She was brought up around death, the smell of blood, and the sound of ripping fleshe and the crys of dieing cats. Her claws are long and are always ready to be put to use. Woodpeckerwings is like fighting a fox in battle, she never lets even the deepest wound slow her down. She came into the clan broken, battered, and defeted after her and her mother got in a fight, Her mother got the short stick and died. Scars cover her body under her sleek pelt. She never lets her emotions show and hates sympathy.

Peculiardelicacy
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
You wouldn't think of a tom having this name, and you especially wouldn't expect him to have the traits of his name. But that is just why he is. His fur his a light gray striped with pure silky white. His eyes are a deep blue, warm welcome clear in them. His paws are jet black, the only dark thing in this tom. He is as delicate as a kit, and as peculiar as a delicate tom, which is what he is. He is soft, which makes him look like a caring queen, but if you mess with his clan, he turns to a fierce, snarling warrior with no sympathy. You can easily get whiplash with this tom, because his mood changes easily. He is always delicate, though, and any mate he has must be a kind one. He waits for the day when his mate will be found, and when he can harden up to reality. But seeing just a delicate little tom, will anyone accept him?

Venomfang
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Dark, twisting stripes cover his black pelt, barely visible. His long fluffy fur constantly covers his left eye, while his other eye is a mysterious dark green. Hardly speaking to anyone, the tom is known as an outcast. Hardly anyone speaks to him, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the silence of solitude. The difference between himself and his clan mates doesn't bother him. Sounds like a weak cat, doesn't it? If that's what you're assuming, then you're terribly wrong. By finding the differences, he finds easier ways to break them. An easier way to discover their secrets. He is always alert and ready for battle, long fangs prepared to sink into flesh. This makes him avoided by others on the battle field, but that doesn't stop him from attacking them. He loves battle, loves the feeling of blood surrounding his paws. Sounds like a Dark Forest cat, does it not? Lucky for you, he isn't. He is loyal to his clan, and fights only for them. His heart is black and rimmed with ice, but there are several chunks of it missing from his past. The inside of it is burning, leaving embers in its path. The flame is killing him from the inside, and only someone special can quench the thirst the flames yearn for. He hides his pain, but when the one, special cat comes, he will find relief that has never been felt by him before. A relief that will soften him for the she-cat, but will remain hard to everyone around her. The she-cat will be Venomfang's escape. His escape from reality that will only be provided by his perfect cat. The only one that can get him talk, the only one that will get him to soften, and the only one that can heal the missing pieces in his heart.

Splatteredrain
Rped by Vulpixkit
Pain, Broken Bones, Hurtful words, hunger, the cold. This is all Spatteredrain ever knew until she came to Winterclan. She was abused my her father until she could barley move so she is shy and attentice and usually keeps quiet unless she has something to say. Splatters of black and white cover her whole body like Starclan was having a art contest. Her fur is sleek yet fluffy and her eyes are the color of golden honeysuckle in the spring. She is amazingly beautiful but she doesnt realize it cuz of the way she use to be treated so she usually stares at the ground. She is super small but taught herself to fight so she knows tricks others dont. She's always thinking and because of this she is a wonderful fighter. She is deeply loyal to those who she loves which include her clan. She doesnt have any claws because her father pulled them out when she tried to fight back so she tried to hide this fact and uses other ways to defeat those threatening her and her loved ones. She is especially scared of toms but she isnt afraid to tell them what she thinks of them if they are being rude.

Snivyblade
Rped by Cleaver:D
Think of your worst fear. Now look at her. Her eyes, the sharp green color, reflect everything you hate. Spiders, fighting, death, you name it. Her dark chocolate brown fur is long and parts into a wedge sharp near the end of her tail. She is an awe-inspiring fighter, and an impressive hunter. Toms stop in their tracks with this attractive she-cat flashes her eyes at them, whisks her tail across their jaws and befuddles their minds with her tantalizing lemon-pomegranate scent.Her smile, full of glimmering dangerous teeth, is beautiful. Hr stunningness only helps her in battle. While her opponents may stop in fear or love, she darts over like a shadow, swiping and flying backwards. She seems impossible to catch; every hit simply goes through like mist. Beware toms, because Snivyblade is coming to Winterclan.

Warpaint
Rped by.:FantasyRose:.
Fierce. Determined. Loyal. Beautiful. What more could you say? Her silky tortoiseshell fur has been delicately splattered with many different vibrant colors such as beige, ebony, auburn, and a light chestnut brown. White stockings lace around her long, slender limbs, dipping down to her small, but deadly paws. An ebony mask weaves through her feminine, yet feisty features, making intricate spider webs around her unique eyes. Warpaint has certainly paid her dues in this world with the many hardships she endured. Growing up without the aid of her parents was difficult, but she always seemed to manage with the help and encouragement of her only brother, Freedomknight. With eyes of the harvest moon dipped in waves of cobalt blue, they seem to assess even the darkest of souls. She can be friendly, easygoing, and optimistic when approached kindly, but a whole new feral being when one come off as rude, haughty, and self-absorbed. Always the martyr for the weak and defenseless, Warpaint stands up for the ones who can’t truly protect themselves. Being a strong-willed she-cat, Warpaint has no difficulty speaking her mind, and has a firm pedestal in her beliefs. Living as a loner in her young days, Warpaint and her sibling Freedomknight fended through the dense, uncharted woodland, and made a life that they hoped would have turned out better. Unaware that they would be separated for eternity, her brother passed away after an unexpected attack by a group of wild dogs, which destroyed the simplistic life that they created. Alone, scared, but strengthened in more ways than just one, Warpaint placed a determined paw into the open and joined Winterclan. Being the newcomer wasn’t easy, but she learned to survive with the others that prevailed in the ranks of this clan. Often wondering about everything that crosses her clever, yet complex mind, this she-cat always thoroughly plans a situation through. The memory of Freedomknight gives her the dedication and faith to move on, perhaps a hopeful destination to look foreword to. Love has never been something she tries to find, but Warpaint is open-minded to the idea. Slightly wary of trusting another, mostly because of the fear of losing someone close to her again, she has to be absolutely positive that she can have enough faith in the cat to trust with her life. Warpaint adores kits, and enjoys teaching them some easily comprehended fighting skills. An excellent huntress, her hardships had made her a fine warrior. Warpaint.

Nobleice
Rped by Rainfire2
Royalty is just a state of mind that you are often born into. Nothing more. It is not a physical thing. It is as imaginary as the borders that divide one Clan from another. Nobleice is tall, with a smooth, perfect white pelt that she would never allow to have a single speck of dirt on it. She is the perfect picture of royalty, with her icy blue eyes, that seem to look down upon everyone else. Well, her eyes reflect her personality. She believes herself to be better than everyone else, whether it be one of the lords or ladies, or even the queen herself. Nobleice grew up having everything. Her mother and father were the king and queen of a different, far-off land. They pampered her, gave her everything she could've ever dreamed of. That is, except for the love and care a young kit deserved. No, they were focused on themselves, or her older brother. Yes, her older brother was of course heir to the throne. That was the one thing she didn't have. That was the one thing she could never have. Not that she ever would've especially wanted it, I mean, being queen would be work, and work was something that Nobleice, then named Aaliyah, was totally foreign to. Still, just because she couldn't have it, made her want it. It drove her nuts with jealousy. As soon as she realized she was jealous, she knew she had to leave. She always believed she was better than everyone, and being jealous meant that she knew someone was better than her. So, because of that, she left. She had heard tales of a Clan called RubyClan. She didn't know why, but it just seemed like the right ppace to her. Plus, she figured her white pelt would blend in well with the snow. Now, Nobleice's appearance is something else. Her pelt is pure white. As white as the snow gently falling from the sky on a cold, leaf-bare day. As white as the puffy clouds floating high in the sky, lazily flying high in the blue sky. Her pelt is so white, it seems to almost radiate a kind of light. As do her eyes, which are a piercing icy blue that can sear through you like a broken shard of glass. She is the essence of pure and untainted beauty. Even so, her heart is not as pure as her pelt. She has a tongue as sharp as her eyes, and an attitude that can drive others nuts. She seems so full of herself... so utterly selfish that it seems like she could never care for anyone else other than herself. This is not totally true, though. She is really as insecure as a 100 ton boulder held up by a couple pieces of string. Nobleice's parents never loved her. In fact, no one has ever really loved her in her entire life, leading her to be such a sour cat. Ifyou could look into her heart, you'd see that it is not all cold and bad. There is a goodness in her... thesame goodness that leads her to fight fearlessly for her Clan. She could love, but that is a hard thing to do when everyone hates you.

Windshear
Rped by Luminositi
Fast and sharp like the wind; Windshear is not just some other tom to be taken lightly. He's around normal size for cats, but his fur hides his lithe muscles he's gotten from running, although his muscles aren't the type you get from fighting. Windshear is a very carefree, go-with-the-flow type of cat, and you may find yourself asking what is it he likes to do? The rush of wind through his fur, the ground under his paws, the blood pumping in his ears, the thing he likes to do most of all is run. He's quick at it as well, just a light gray and white streak running through Winterclan at full speed. Slowing down is not an option in his crystal blue eyes. You may also find out that Windshear is a bit of a bragger when it comes to speed, and he adores competition, mostly races of course. He isn't the sparring type, and would rather run away then fight, which is rather cowardly in most cats' eyes. He's also a sore loser, he'll make a million excuses if he loses to why he lost. And his mouth is just as fast as his legs are, running a mile per minute he can' out talk anyone. How'd Windshear get to be like this? Why does he love running? How'd he get to Winterclan? A stormy past that he doesn't like speaking of is the answer to your questions. Windshear grew up as a loner with his small but happy family, but they weren't happy for long. A group of rogues attacked the family of loners, killing his parents and siblings. Afraid for his life, Windshear ran away. He ran and he ran, and didn't look back until he fainted upon Winterclan territory. But looking back at it now... Windshear wishes he hadn't ran. He wishes he had stayed with his family and tried to protect them, even if it might have cost him his life... he's a coward. Now he lives in Winterclan, mourning forever over a choice he made that he wishes he could change.

Survivalinstinct
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
The automatic reaction when you're left alone to fend for yourself. The reaction that sets you in survival mode. Many have experienced this, though if they survived or not is unknown. The instinct that makes your vision clearer, your hearing sharper, your experience deadly. Attitude and appearance doesn't matter anymore. When you're left alone, you do anything to survive, savage or not. This has happened to Survivalinstinct, causing her to lose everything. Some think the ones like this are monsters. Some think they enjoy being like this. They are wrong. The ones like her never wanted this. Never wanted their fur to always be matted and covered in grease. Never wanted to be turned away from every cat and clan. Some finally got accepted, others were turned away so many times they took their own lives,never seeing happiness in the world. Survivalinstinct never gave up. She continued through all of the hardships, facing the hardest and defeating them. She was eventually sheltered by a clan that she now is deeply in love with. The only clan she would have wanted to live in. Her life was spent finding her way there, only continuing because of the burning in her heart for the clan. She was accepted by WinterClan, a cold, fierce clan. The only clan she could have survived in. They accepted her, though her russet fur was matted and streaked with blood. Even though her amber eyes were dull but fierce, they accepted the pitiful she-cat. Moons later she was a courageous, loyal warrior of WinterClan. Her fur was no longer streaked and matted, but was sleek and clean, showing her black few black streaks. Her amber eyes no longer dull, but shining with pride. This is Survivalinstinct, always fighting, always burning, always surviving.

Apprentices

Sleetpaw (ripple)
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A pretty, pure white tabby she-cat with soft ripples of silver that slide down her pelt. Reserved. Always keeping to herself, unless you catch her in one of her 'adventurous' moods. Her eyes are a spectacular pale blue, that shimmer like moonpools. Beautiful. The blossom of her siblings. Some she-cats personally don't like her for having such beauty, but it's not like she can control it. She is very sweet, mild-mannored and graceful. Always admired and well-looked upon. Has a truly good heart.
Mentor: Eagleheart

Vulcanpaw[mistake]
Roleplayed by Love.Is.Forever
He sticks out like a sore thumb here in Winterclan. He's not meant to be here. He's not meant to live. Vulcanmistake was an accident. He's a horrible, tragic mistake that never was meant to be. Meet Vulcanmistake, a solid brown tom with flaming yellow eyes. How does all this apply to him you ask? Two very important rules were broken in order for him to be born. One, you never mate with a cat from a different clan. Two, a medicine cat should never mate. Both...broken...and now here he is. The only people that don't know who he really is are Goldenfleck, Frozenfire, Devilspirit, Weaselshiver, and his siblings of course. Everyone else thinks he was an abandoned kit found by Frozenfire. So now he tries to forget what he is and push on through life, his heart stone cold for everyone that let him live to be this miserable.
Mentor: Violetfur

Onyxpaw[oblivion]
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Oh dear, insane from the beginning. But don’t think he can’t control himself. He hides it inside, puts on a smile, and saves his anger for battle. Onyxoblivion, he has a soul of coldness, of blackness, of hatred. He has nothing to hate you say? He agrees, he’s just been angry his whole life for no reason. And bottling up that anger has made him lose his mind. His pelt and eyes go well with his whole personality. A dark, almost black, grey with his feet purified by whiteness. Stormy eyes put on an act for all those around him. Onyxoblivion is a warrior of bravery and nobleness. That’s what he says. But everyone around him is just scared, afraid of him and his lack of mind. He takes insanity to levels never reached before. It binds him to himself. He will never truly be pure of evil. Evil dwells inside him like the blood that he bleeds in battle. And the blood is what carries his natural insanity. Craziness flows through his body, reaching every part. His claws have minds of their own, they desire to kill. His ears move constantly, picking out every sound. His tail twitches all the time, rustling anything in his way. But there is one thing no one can see about him, or rather hear. It is the haunting melody that plays in his head, that replaying, scratched and broken record song. It continues to haunt him, and sometimes he can be caught humming the enchanting tune just to try and get it out of his head. But, besides his insanity, he maintains a close relationship with his parents, Asterstar and Watertail, along with his siblings. He tries to act normal for them, but sometimes he just runs away from it all when he can’t stand to let his mother and father see him lose control. And losing complete control is something Onyxoblivion couldn’t stand to do. It would go against all he’s worked for and tried so hard to hide so far. And yet, he’s always on the breaking edge, ready to crack. And yet, so far down, Onyxoblivion thinks that maybe, just maybe, he can find a she-cat to love him, to calm down all that drives him crazy. She would work with him to try and calm down the insanity and they would have wonderful kits who would be perfect, unlike their father. So just remember this, do try to maintain a good temper around him.
Mentor: Sablestar

Hollypaw [light]
Rped by kittzkat
What is a holly berry? A ball of poison that if eaten could surely cause the death of a cat. It is a deadly nightshade. So why was such a helpless kit named after it? It is because of two things. One, because of her stunning ebony pelt. It is streaked with the purest of rubies, making it seem to reflect the color of the holly berry if you look at it right. The other is that because, little did her mother know this at her birth, but Hollyberry is a sharp tongued cat of poison. One that spits a lethal amount of venom every time she talks. Or, at least on her bad days. She has to be sort of tough on the exterior though, doesn't she? She is blind, so she's subject to getting the back hand from other cats. So she needs a natural way to defend herself, right? Her way is the way she can manipulate words, the way that they flow effortlessly out of her mouth, cutting deep wedges. She isn't always this hateful she-cat though, no way. Sometimes, Hollyberry is as sweet at honey. But you have to be willing to treat her like anyone else, and you have to get her to trust you.Once you've completed both tasks, she'll be a little less harsh on you. Just slightly. Hollyberry is a half-bred WinterClan cat, born to set of loners. Her mother, Nothernlight, was a full blooded she-cat of the clan, though. So, how did she manage to be born with loner parents? Well, long story short, life happened. That's all that needs to be said though, and all she will say. She has a strong connection with her living family, her sisters, mother, and grandfather, Shadowedherron, though. Especially so with her sister, Hazelraccoon. The two seem to be attatched at the hip, and her sister is the best form of guidance the she-cat ever recieves. She is a cat that doesn't really want kits, whatsoever, doesn't really want love at all.
Mentor: Wolftrick

Missingpaw (ferret)
Rped by Mousely
How can something be decided before you are completely aware of the world? It's as if someone knew she would become a lost thought among the faces of her clan-mates. Nothing stands out about her, not visually or personalty wise. The cream coat that buries her slender form, with brown patches surrounding her legs and the dark fur around her face that forms a mask. It blends into the more spectacular colorings as a good background filler. Not even her irises are outstanding enough to save her from being forgotten. A shade of misty blue that look as if they belong to an elder of the clan. Not a young she-cat like her. Even her striking similarities to a ferret don't offer her a second glance. Only gifting her with the suffix 'ferret' after the prefix 'missing'. She was born to Northernlight on the WinterClan border along with three other sisters, Skylark, Hazelracoon and Hollyberry. Her kin descends from the clan, but she half belongs with loners too. It allows her a sense of belonging that being born an outsider doesn't. She is proud of her kin and close relatives, despite not being so special herself. She is the anxious type, always whittling on about some worry she possesses. Not a coward, but she is quite paranoid. Always fearing the worst about those she cares about and it is easy to feel sorry for her. One would think she was a fragile baby, but when she's not worrying about someone it's the opposite. She loves to join in with her clan-mates activities, but only if she is included. Missingferret is extremely polite and submissive. If someone bothers her she usually lets it drop without saying anything, maybe even makes an excuse for why they might have done it. She is too overly sweet and kind for her own good, letting others walk all over her if they please. It doesn't help that she speaks so quietly and low in tone. Often she goes unheard when she actually does speak. She is easily embarrassed and has a tendency to be clumsy when she's nervous. She's an awkward cat, but one with a beautiful heart.
Mentor: Creekcloud

Vamppaw
Rped by Me-mow122
A small energetic she-kit with red eyes and black fur. Her mother is Crystalheart and her father is Wolfheart. She loves her parents so much. She has sharp teeth that look like vampire teeth. She loves Winterclan. She loves playing with the other kits in the nursery. She wishes to become a warrior one day so she can fight side by side with her mother and father.
Mentor Paradisepool

Shadowpaw (dancer)
Rp'd by Cicleywhisker
What doesn't this magnificent she-cat have? She's extremely beautiful, with a glossy black pelt and florecent green eyes that still seem to be understated. Her form is one that allows remarkable grace and speed, while it also enhances her flawless appearance. That is of course how she got her name, along with her dark pelt. She is also very smart, especially for her age. From what she can tell it runs in the family because most of her littermates are pretty intelligent. Talent is not her weak point either. Agile and strong, nothing is impossible for her. She can fight as well as ten cats. She can hunt as well as a pack of dogs. She can climb a tree as fast as a squirrel. She can swim as well as a fish. So well that some think her parents were part of one of the water-related clans. She doesn't of course. Both her parents were loners, who left her. Shadowdancer has a different view on the story though. It's easy to see she looks nothing like her siblings who all have lighter coats and either blue or yellow eyes. She thinks that's because she has a different father than them. It's possible for a she-cat to have a litter of kits with different fathers, so she thinks that when her father saw her, he figured it out. Because of that he left and her mother, overwhelmed with dispair, blamed it on her and left, too. So that's one thing she doesn't have, parents. She doesn't mind though, she loves WinterClan. Quiet and reserved, making friends isn't exactly her strong point. Anti-social she is not, but she doesn't talk much, so no one really knows her and she wants to keep it that way. She is hiding a big secret from everyone and it's pretty amazing that she's managed. You'll see her flash a tiny smile everyone once and a while, maybe a small bit of laughter, but usually no more than that. It's enough though to keep anyone from asking question or thinking to much about her. She prefers to be ignored, one of those cats lost in the background. Why? She's blind. No one but her siblings know and they have enough sense not to say anything or treat her any differently. That's really the only reason she hasn't said told anyone else. She was lucky enough not to have any eye deformations, or clouded eyes, so no one can really tell. The way she acts, moves, and uses her eyes are all almost identical to that of a cat who can see. That has to do with her other senses being hightened because of her lack of sight. With her smell, hearing, taste, and touch being much stronger than an average cat plus her decent imagination, she just visualizes everything. Looks perfect, but she's far from it.
Mentor: Everlastinghope

Vixenpaw (heart)
Rp'd by Cicleywhisker
Blue eyes watch you, the seeming interest sparking your attention. As you stare into their depths, you find yourself falling deeper and deeper under their spell. A little smile flits across her angelic face and the enticing sight earges you closer. You know it's a bad idea, but you can't help it. The flaming orange she-cat dug her claws into your heart and she won't let go until she's torn it right out. A dose of bitter sweet poison that slowly kills you with her love. Every tom believes that they're the one, that they'll win her heart, but you can't win what she doesn't have. The challenge she poses makes her all the more tempting and she knows it. She plays this little game that only she knows and it's not a fun one. Never has she lost and never will she, because she's a champion player. Surprising that someone so open harbors a secret. Shadowdancer, a blind she-cat, is Vixenheart's sister. She prefers not to say and knows Shadowdancer would never tell so the secret remains buried. Vixenheart is the only one who knows of her sister's lack of sight and she definitely uses that to her advantage. Even her own kit are subjected to her heartless games that leave you broken and battered at the end.
Mentor: Memorieslost

Kits

Foxkit (Wild)
Rped by: Me-mow122
A sandy brown tom with yellow eyes. He is very clever. He loves to go on adventures. He was born into Winterclan by his mother Crystalheart. Whenever he makes a mess he doesn't clean it up. He wants to become a strong warrior when he's older. So he can fight by his father's side.

Ghostlykit[whisper]
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
The silent,constant whisper breathing in the wind. The chill that runs up your spine an fills you with fear. The loud shuffling of your paws frantically searching for an escape from it. This is Ghostlywhisper. Gray and white fur with black stripes on her back an tail. Her paws and under her eyes are black,giving and eerie look to her.She moves silently,like a ghost,never speaking. Staying in the shadows,whispering... No point in trying to talk to her. She will continue talking to herself,so silent you cannot hear her but can only see the moving of her lips. Her past remains unknow.Even Ghostlykit herself doesn't know it. Which is probably for the better. The less you know about her,the better off you are...

Deathkit{call}
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Darkness. A dark void swimming around you, making you lost. Ah,the calling of death. The small point of time where you are stuck in darkness, being decided where you will be thrown. You think they actually care where you go? Of course they don't! Neither does Deathkit. She could care less about it and would rather be staying in a shadow, practicing Witchcraft... Her purple,blue,and green eyes shining with evil. Her black fur ruffled with excitement. She has a sharp tongue as well as sharp claws. Be sure to stay clear of her, it won't be very fun...

Fairykit{sensation}
Rped by :SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Elegance. You will surely be fooled by this. You will be fooled by her beauty, her gracefulness. You see her as a perfect she-cat, living everyday in happiness, smiling all day... Oh, that is just a cover! So perfect around apprentices,warriors... But you shouldn't be fooled,no. The truth has yet to be uncovered, buried underneath the falseness... Her white and brown fur swirling together. Her shining blue,purple,green eyes. I can see why you think she's so wonderful. But a little heads up,she's pure evil. You watch her carefully, knowing something is different about her... Something terrible... But you find nothing,for she leaves nothing for you to figure her out. Nothing but happiness... But beware,the truth will surely be uncovered...

Jaykit{Song}
Rped by Me-mow122
A tom with multicolored fur black, brown and white. His beautiful silver eyes are to hard to look away from. He id serious upon most things. Whenever he is alone he sings. He loves his mother a lot. He wants to become a strong warrior and fight beside his brothers and sisters.

Fantasykit(dream)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
In the cold, dark lands of WinterClan lives a she-cat who cast out a ray of light that reaches to the far corners of the territory. Not your stereotypical WinterClan cat, in fact, she's the opposite. An abundance of energy thrives within her small body to such a large amount it is a surprise that she can even sleep. Smiles have made her fair face their home and they do not shy away from the outer world often. Her mind is like an intricate storybook woven with tales of heros and beasts, damsels and magic, and happily ever afters. In her dreams these fairytales blossom into a beautiful reality that only Fantasydream has come to see. She tries often to share the blessing of the imaginary world with her friends by telling them of the her mind's brilliant journeys. A wonderful teller, she is. Words flow from her like a swift moving stream, every emotion caught like a leaf in it's ever moving current. These words when threaded together form splendorous images in the heads of her listeners that are not quick to vanish in passing time. They are like a footprint left in your memory, they will only fade when a rainy day washes them away. What makes them even more incredible and real is the way she puts you in her place. You cry when she cries, laugh when she laughs, and celebrate when the hero wins. This is all due to her uncanny ability to push her thoughts into your own through a bit of good acting. Many enjoy her prescence because of this. The moment you meet her, you know everything about her. She's easy to talk to and never disappoints as a friend. Loyal to the bone, nothing can persuade her to turn on her friends or clan. Her decisions are final in this enternally changing world which bugs the crap out of everyone, but it could also be what saves them. Once befriended by her, she will stand by your side forever and always.She has a strong bond with her family her siblings' personalities are all conflicting. Her twin sister, Realitynightmare, and her are complete contradictions and they rub each other the wrong way, but that doesn't stop Fantasydream from loving her. She is the daughter of Mockingsoul and sister of Unknownmelody, Jaysong, Hiddenemotions, and of course, Realitynightmare. Appearance wise she is quite similar to her littermates. Her pelt is splashed with brown and black and dashing her face are wonderful green optics. Even though she shares this image with her twin, she loves the ways she looks and wouldn't change anything for the world. One day she hopes that her own hero will come along so she can have her own happily ever after.

Realitykit{nightmare}
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Her personality? Well,the complete opposite of her twin, Fantasydream. Other than that,they look exactly the same. The only way to tell the difference is by the way they sit there. Realitykit sits properly, back straight. Fantasykit, not a chance. Probably isn't even sitting! How childish! Why waste your time doing immature things? Such a waste. She has such a small imagination, if she even has one at all. There's no need. Imagination is for small,immature children. She thinks all of her siblings are childish,immature...Well,except Jaykit... He may sing sometimes, but she considers him intelligent... She thinks others should spend their time strategizing... But no,they decide to fight,not thinking of the consequences. Which can be very bad, at times. So she watches her clan run,jump,play,fight... Why don't they -think-? Instead of wasting time,they could be building a new lifestyle... Creating a better world than the one they have. But instead,they sit around telling stories that were never true, and never will come true.

Ancientkit{ riddler}
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A clash of claws that brings back many battles... The memories of death and sorrow... You can see all of this in one tom. Streaks of gold, red, and white cover his black pelt. His eyes are violet, daring you to question him. This is none other than Ancientriddler, son of Tangleweb. He tricks you in the most confusing ways, leaving you with nothing... He gives you riddles, which few can unravel. But the few that can usually don't last long. Dare to challenge him? What a mistake that would be... The rest of his story would be hard to tell, a riddle some might say. But careful what you seek because it might come back one day...

Duplicatedkit(soul)
Rped by BluestarRocks!
Have you ever had that awkward moment when you realize you're arguing with yourself? And sometimes you even lose? Well, believe it or not, there's lots of people and even cats that experience that moment on nearly a daily basis. You may be thinking, give me proof. Well, what better a subject than this one? Duplicatedsoul is whom many know him as. Silver-gold eyes shine within two splotches of opposite colors on his face. One side of his pelt pure black, like coal. The other side, separated by a blurry mid-point, is white like milk. Pale gold stripes on the white half and dark silver on the other are melded within his pelt. His eyes defy the differentiating sides of his pelt, the black half of him carrying a white splotch and the white half adorned with a black splotch. The opposite colors in which his eyes glow from. But no one is around him for long, and not because of his two-faced appearance. Duplicatedsoul is an odd specimen, for within the demented little mind of his lies two very differing personalities that always argue and bicker within him. Sometimes the words those two sides utter slips out, past his muzzle and into the ears of the nearest cat. But sometimes he's lucky enough for no one to hear him. Some cats may say his appearance reminds them of a fancy yin-yang, but Duplicatedsoul doesn't care. He often awakens tired and ruffled, his personalities fighting even when he's asleep. In his dreams, when the personalities confront one another, the good side - which he has appropriately dubbed Good - is portrayed as a golden-eyed cat with pale golden stripes and long, milky fur and the bad side - which he has labeled Evil - is a silver-eyed cat with black fur, dark silver stripes weaving through the short midnight fur. He's there, too, and he tries to stop them. But they never hear him. So he can do nothing but listen to them bicker and argue.That's all he hears, day in, day out. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Those two sides of himself always differing. He wishes they would at least agree to disagree and give him a good night's sleep just ONE day.

Devilkit{Covenant}
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
He was the only way for his "mother" to live. It was the deal with the devil. Meet Devilcovenant. This dark brown tabby with his pitch black stripes and red eyes are is the definition of evil. It's what inside that counts. Well, a possessive spirit is inside this cat. What happened to the spirit of the newborn innocent kit? It was sent to the Dark Forest to watch in torture and pain as his body was taken over and walked around in on Earth without him. Devilcovenant is destined to cause damage and pain to all those around him. He is one of the most respected cats that has ever walked the Dark Forest, but in the clans, he's just another cat that walks around and everyone avoids. So, what will your first judgement be? What a charming cat or how evil can he get?

Paranormalkit{source}
RPed by Love.Is.Forever
Where does the source of everything paranormal come from. Well, not this cat. What? You thought Paranormalsource could be blamed for all the things that go bump in the night? Nah, she's just sinister enough to be considered to make up for her namesake. This sleek ginger she cat with her pale green eyes can make you want to run away but stay near her and admire her. That's what scary things do right? They make you want to run, but you just want to see how far your bravery goes. Paranormalsource is a perfect test of bravery, with her twisted mind and haunting eyes combat with her sweet, melodic voice and taunting figure. She brings you in, not letting you escape, not like you want to anyways. But underneath all that, after she's accepted you as a true friend, you'll find a laid back, funny cat who just needs good friends as much as anyone. Once you know her, you find that her true wish is to just find a someone who will not judge her, or her past/present/future, that would love her for her and spend time with their kits and raise them to be loyal clan members of Winterclan and to just be who they are. But, for now, she's just recognized as the seductive she cat that haunts your mind.

Spiritkit{Walker}
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
You find yourself walking along a narrow path. Several questions run through your head. Where am I? Why am I here? Unfortunately, this is the place between life and death. This is the place where they decide where you will go. What you will do. You finally realize you're dead when you find a small kit that tells you everything. It's peculiar pink eyes showing sympathy. On his left eye you see a white scar that shows he is dangerous, but you ignore it. You find yourself in awe at the beauty of his pelt. His pelt is jet black, and you lose yourself in the void. You are completely mesmorized with this kit that the news that you have died doesn't fully sink in until he is leading you back into the world. His black paws move swiftly and you have trouble keeping up. Finally, you're in the world. You let out a sigh of relief at the thought of going back to your clan. You turn to find the small kit gone, his name being whispered in the air. Spiritwalker. What you don't know is that Spiritkit just led you into a terrible place. Not exactly the real world, but a shell of its former self. No longer do creatures walk the planet. It is a vast place with no one but you and Spiritwalker. Of course you search for him, but you do not find him. He is hidden until he wants to be seeked. His form haunts whatever sleep you find. You think this is worse than death, Worse than whatever you were going to face, and you are correct. He finds the ones that he thinks suitable, then terrorizes them. Yet he is in several different places at once. You find him in the place you are now. The dead find him where you were before. The living souls find him in the first place you ever were. So actually, the same fate would have happened to you wherever you went.

Juicykit[Fruit]
Rped by ForestWing
Bouncy, Fun-tastical and in every way hyper this kit could be found everywhere in the camp. She is pretty sure her mother is a moose but no one seams to believe her when she says that. This confuses her and she just likes to giggle off her worries. She doesn't like being sad, nor cats being sad around her so she tries to make everyone happy. She has bright orange fur with a yellow underbelly and soft yellow eyes. It's true she may have had one too many voles (her favorite) but she has a plan to get rid of the excess "muscle" she hates water, and the thought of giving herself a bath! Forget it! She does love to get muddy and her adoptive mother insits she takes baths after her mud "games" which is foolish really because she is just going to get muddy again the next day! She is also pretty sure she has an Extra sister named Polar Ice but that has yet to be confirmed. She wishes every night that one day her father Stride will come and visit all her friends she has made in Winterclan.

Derangedkit{murder}
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
The insanity of the whole world is simple enough, right? Not everything has to make sense... Can't we just say something and move on instead of thinking about it? Everything in this world is mad. Some are just crazier than others. Take Derangedmurder, for example. He is insane indeed. Some even call him evil. And they are smart for saying that... He is evil. Evil in so many ways. He even -looks- demented. His pelt is white and his eyes... Well, considering one is blood red and one is black, I would be scared. These are just a few features that make up the deranged cat. So if you do feel like running, feel free to do so. Because it doesn't matter where you are. If he wants you dead, he will find you and kill you, driving you insane in the process.

Scarletkit[[dancer]]
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A majestic she-cat dances in the moonlight, her russet colored fur standing out. It's as if she's gliding, her black paws blending in with the ground. You can see her eyes now: A dark blue color. You can feel a rhythm in the cool breeze, whispering to you to dance along with her. You try to follow her perfect grace, but fail. It seems impossible. Like you could never compare with the elegance she has. But in the bright rays of the sun, her grace is forgotten. Now she must use her skills, for nobody cares for the grace of a dancer anymore. No one wants to see a dance. They want to see work, hunting, fighting... She is a skilled kit , waiting to save the lives of the innocent. She will use everything she has to protect them from the dangers of the extreme. She will not let anyone die without a reason.

Spottedkit(lynx)
Rped by .:Midnightfrost:.
Her pelt is to be expected, spotted but not the gold you seem to be expecting. Her pelt is that of a snow lynx, white and spotted with black. Her eyes are the icy blue of the landscape she lives in. She is a cat of contradictions, sweet but spicy, strong but small, quiet but fierce. Well that can’t be to strange considering that her mother is Lynxstar and her father is Steelember, Shard of Winterclan. Both cats that tend to be quite different. It has definitely rubbed off on her. She’s an adventurous cat, often getting into trouble hopefully that doesn’t catch up with her later. She is the odd one out of the litter always going out of her way to find something to get into and entertain herself. Though underneath all of this is a she cat yearning for someone. She sees her mother so happy with her father and wants to have a cat like that love her. Is she a little young for this? Maybe, but hey a cats gotta dream.

Ebonkit (valor)
RPed by Jadewind
Courage in a way, is a contradiction. A strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. No other phrase could describe the ebony tom that is Ebonvalor. With a coat woven out of the blackness of midnight and cerulean blue eyes that could reach the depth of any soul, the dark tom owns an aura that practically screams he's the one in charge. Bravery is not the only trait that makes Ebonvalor who he is though - he's as sarcastic and cocky as one could be that tends to drive others away. His easily ignitable temper usually has him snapping things he doesn't truly mean. Despite those negatives, others are naturally drawn to him. His smile and laugh are contagious, and although he tends to become easily hurt, Ebonvalor easily forgives and always offers others a choice. A wicked sense of humour can easily lighten any mood. He's a strong fighter and a keen hunter, and always battles with his heart. Occasionally emotions can get the best of him - and he often dwells on the loneliness of not having a mother or a father. Charming, short-tempered, an unforgettable tom that will change your life forever if you allow him in.

Liltingkit(tune)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
Wonderful, isn't she? A beauty of divine creation. An angel come to bless the world with her prescence.... Not quite there yet. A hypnotizing melody that leaves you breathless from the very first note. A legato lullaby sung by the sweet voice of a mother. Just right. When around this heavenly she-cat, awe encompasses every inch of your entity. Clad in the ivory silk of royalty, her splendor outmatches the brightest star in the black night sky. Images are brought back to her mind through a pair of unmistakeably remarkable eyes. One is brushed with the color of the sacred aquamarine, it's sheen placed just underneath the surface. The other imitates the brilliance of a green gemstone know as the peridot. She has a smile that slows down time just so it can be gazed upon for a few moments longer. Grace is her movements as she sweeps over the frozen earth below her in a ghostly manor. All this cannot compare to the magnificents of her voice, though. Each word uttered is like a spell that has a magical effect on anyone who is close enough to hear it. The pitch rises and falls in a way so pleasant and natural, one may be disheartened when her mouth ceases to move. This gift she possess is of little importance to her. She ignores it, or does what she can to. Not her voice, of course, just the things it does to others. A relationship with her is essentially effortless. She naturally gets along with everyone with her careless and simple outlook on life. Talking to her is easy and enjoyable. She doesn't judge and has a talent for keeping the mood upbeat. When things get heavy, she just lightens them up with her bell-chime laugh and a bit of witty humor, which she has an endless supply of. She is one of those cats you can't help but like. Gets past any walls you set up to keep cats out and warms any frozen part of your heart. Just by being her, she brings a radiant smile to the face of the planet.

Daykit{rises}
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
It begins at dawn. The single break of sunlight after the haunting and chilling night. The relief of warmth and freedom filling you already. Yet the darkness of night is still behind you. No one can help but walk to the son, feel its radiant rays of light. Then it's in the middle of the sky, impossible to reach. But the darkness has left now, gone to hide under the trees. Then comes dusk, when the shadows of night slowly creep from their hiding places, coming to consume the innocent. There's nowhere to hide now, so you just stay, waiting for the first rays of light again, yearning for the warmth. Meet Daykit, the one you are drawn to. The one that bathes you in warmth at day, and retreats at night to go back into slumber. His pelt is white with a wide yellow circle on his right eye, and a black spot in the middle of it. His eyes are blind, unable to see you or your helpless figure when night comes. Not all like him. Not all adore his light. Some enjoy the darkness; the night. Those cats are unknown to him; unseen. But he still comes out and protects from the creatures of the night.

Nightkit{falls}
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:
It begins at dusk. The shadows of night stumbling out of their places after you. The creatures that chase you away, and you run. Who wouldn't? This long period of time without the sun... It kills anyone captured in it. Of course, some like the night. Some enjoy the shadow dancers. They dance with them, their rythym unknown. Others flee for their lives, afraid that they will take them. Let me introduce you to Nightfalls, the one you've been fleeing from. Yes, this is him. The one you think so bad of. Oh yes, he could very likely snap your neck, if he wants. He hates the living of almost every cat, wishing they would leave him with his peace in the shadows, which he blends with. His pelt is black, with a dark gray line slashing across his left eye. His left eye is red, fierce and filled with hate. His right eye is purple, no emotion displayed there. This is a creature of the night. This is whom you want to flee from. Do so now, before he destroys you. Ah, too late. You don't move quick enough! Oh but listen to the sounds of the night. Ah, the creatures of the night. What sweet music they make...

Lilykit(whisp)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
Delicate as a butterfly's wing. Flawless as a diamond. Sweet as a drop of honey. This is Lilywhisp. Her pelt is the color of a vast, snowy tundra, the only color a splash of gray on her muzzle and ears. The eyes of this wonder are a wonder all their own. Diamond studden pools of aqua blue as deep as the ocean itself. They are the kind of eyes you get lost in at the first glance. In the midst of the most troubling of times, upon the face of the young-hearted beauty will be the brightest, most brilliant smile that is beyond compare. Laugh like a the fall of a raindrop, the lovely sound melts the hearts of the coldest cats to walk the world. For some, being around her is like heaven. She is soothing words and warm feelings. Innocent looks and nervous giggles. Everything that is pure and perfect in the world. She is untouched by heartbreak and lies. She has never come to feel the curved claws of pain or loss. All she knows is safety and joy, love and happiness, and with a heart of gold, shares this with the rest of the world. Her trust and love are unconditional, something truly special. Such a thing should be earned but she gives them as gifts. No amount of snide remarks or jarring insults could deter her from giving you her heart. This could end up hurting her one day, but she has no care for that. She would rather risk her own lively spirit than leave someone to never experience the magic of love. As long as she has lived she has never had a problem. All she knows is safety and joy, love and happiness... Will you be the one to change that?

Necromancerkit[[dance]]
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A blast of fire and lightning sends an electric shock through the air. Blue purple and orange sparks shower down over the land, making small embers. One is making this magic happen. One is casting fire and lightning, forging them together and making mystical sparks. Only she can make this happen. Make emotions spark like magic. She dances through others' minds, her gray , silver, and black pelt flashing with the popping colors. Her Stormy gray eyes flecked with magenta shows a passion to reach out to others and help them in their time of need. She spreads courage, pride, happiness, anything you need. She uses all of her efforts to make others happy. But is she happy? Is she happy just talking to people and doing their errands for them? She wants something else. She wants to feel those feelings that she gives others. The feeling of hope, love, passion... She gives and gives, but what does she receive? A simple thank you then never talked to by that clan member again? Is she just a cat that you use then throw to the side, not needing her anymore? No. She won't stand for it. Her efforts are strong, and her thank you better be strong too. She won't stand for thank you's any more. She will pose as a sweet darling, but if she receives nothing but words for thanks, your problems will be just beginning.

Hopekit (Namelessvoice)
Rped by blossomlight
Hope. The single word rings in her ears. Hope, is what eveyone needs she hears over and over again. It sickens her. By the time she became an apprentice, she has gone mute. Completely silent. Her eyes are dim and no longer shine a brilliant blue. She is barely visible in the snow with her bleach white fur. She sits and shivers, doomed to be alone. Her name went from Hopekit to Namelessvoice. She didn't want to speak for the longest time, but when she finally did at her warrior ceremony, no one knew it was her. Her name became Namelessvoice right the. She regretted not keeping her name, Hope. She hopes her kits will make better decisions than she did.

Whitekit
Rped by exorcist.
Whitekit is a tom fairly large for a kit. He has a thick, pure white pelt that blends in well in the snow. He has piercing amber eyes, full of a fiery spirit. Calm and collected, he has a mature nature, always trying to find the peaceful way to resolve conflicts.Usually soft-spoken, he doesn't have many haters, though he will input his thoughts when he thinks it is necessary.

Chillkit
Rped by Luminositi
Out in Winterclan, if you look close enough at the snow you might see two small golden eyes staring back at you. Don't be afraid, these golden eyes below to a gorgeous she-cat of Winterclan. What do you think when you hear the name Chill? Cold like snow? Sharp like ice? Harsh like hail? Then you would be correct. This she-cats softly and fluffy fur is as white as the snow, except for her face which consists of one black nose and two beady golden eyes. Cold and spiteful, this is one she-cat you don't want to mess with. Her tongue is sharp like a whip, and she isn't afraid to make others feel like they're worthless compared to her. Her silence is deadly as well, she's soft spoken and barely says more than two words at a time, almost like she's daring you to say something to her. Head-strong, very stubborn, she's always right and your always wrong, no matter what you say. She doesn’t care what others say about her, words don’t hurt as much as cuts and wounds do. Words don’t solve anything, fighting does. Her specialty is her silence; she's amazing at sneaking and hiding, and blending into the snow. Anywhere else her white pelt would give her away, but not Winterclan. This is the reason why she adores Winterclan, and could care less about the other clans. Her saying is, if another clan bothers us, fight them, show them the power of Winterclan. Then they won't bother us anymore...

Ripplekit (breath)
Rped by Cleaver:D
Pain and terror haunt her head. The only things ever heard: "Why is that? No! Yes! It hurts..." Ripplebreath has only known fear and head-splitting pain. As a young kit she was first a rogue. Her father beat her starting a day after birth. For whimpering, for moving to slow, for sleeping in, for not fighting her brothers. She would wake up, see his bared fangs, and feel the lash of a blow. Eventually she stopped resisting, letting the blows fall like rain. Have you ever been hurt until you feel pain no more? Everything is dulled and sluggish, drawing on and on, then moving fast and confusingly. Your head spins, you brain fizzes then goes out like a light. He kept the harsh blows coming, his anger and frustration boiling over. Terror and pain radiated off her in strong waves, until she knocked unconscious. And past that. After that, she could only say four things; then her brain fizzes out. Her mother gifted her to Winterclan. This is where she belongs now, cowering away from toms. Ripplebreath is a small she-cat with gray-and-white fur fluffed up in permanent terror. She has a dent on her head from her father. She often wonders why things are what they are. Why was she beaten? What happened to her brothers; why couldn't them come? Why did foxes attack them? On and on, to no end. She is Ripplebreath; she knows only pain and terror.

Jokerkit{{hoax}}
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Silky smooth, fluffy white fur covers his entire body, only a few specks of dark gray interrupting the beauty of his pelt. His eyes are a peculiar blood red, giving him a malicious look. The look in his eyes is dark humor, making you shrink at the very sight of him. Good idea, that is. He laughs at you constantly, finding anything about you and using it darkly. Son of Depressedlull, he is bound to be evil. And that's exactly what he is; pure evil. As are the rest of his siblings: Darkhaze, Lastlaugh, and Blessed-death. A deadly smirk is always plastered to his face, using anything and everything against you. They are jokes, basically, but the kind that are so cruel you want to end your life. He does this, but he is innocent. He didn't actually kill them, correct? His paws were never dirty. He was simply playing a trick. It was a simple game that was too complicated for the tiny scrap. It was the victim that killed itself. It's just a game... Just a little, dark game... This is what he does. He jokes, he plays, then the rest is done for him. Technically, though, he did kill them. He murdered them, but not physically. But he still did it. He caused it. Caused the death that could have been great life. It was his fault, of course. Like always. This is Jokerhoax, the cause of most problems, and the cause of many deaths.

Queens

Goldenfleck
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Silk black fur interrupted only by a golden tail tip, ear tips and front paws. Unforgiving pitch black eyes shine with flecks of gold buried in her irises. This is Goldenfleck, a coldhearted she-cat with very few friends. Her only true friend is Frozenfire, the Winterclan Medicine Cat. She was found by her wandering the territory, crazy and delusional from the cold. Frozenfire took her in and nursed her back to health. Goldenfleck had been in her early stages of pregnacy, but when she kitted, all the kits were too weak to survive in the cold. So, while she still had milk, she took in Frozenfire's remaining kits.
Mate: None
Kits: (Adopted)

Crystalheart
Rped by Me-mow122
A young crystal white she-cat who was born into Winterclan with a cold family. Her envy green eyes flash with insecurity constantly. She's a great fighter and she is an ok hunter. During her childhood her parents never really paid attention to her they were always focused on their other cub Whitekit who later became a rouge. So one day she decided to teach her little brother a lesson she attacked him and broke his leg. Later her parents saw their cub limping and they new she did this so her father gave her a scar across her right eye. So she ran away for a little bit but when she came back her family was dead. She was very happy and sad because she never knew who did this but she didn't really care. She also made up her own motto it goes like this "Pain doesn't hurt when it's all you've ever felt". She is a very brave cat, even in her insecurity
Mate: Wolfheart
Kits: Vampkit

Mockingsoul
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A cold,snappy she-cat with black,brown,and a little bit of white on her fur. Her eyes are blue like ice shards. She is expecting kits,yes,but is still fierce. Her mate is unknown,a tom she has only seen a small number of times. She doesn't regret this. She knows that having a mate not in her clan would cause her more trouble.
Mate: Unknown
Kits: Unknownkit, Hiddenkit,, Jaykit, Fantasykit, Realitykit

Tangleweb
Played by Firewolf3
Tatters of ebony cascade like ice flows in a veil of shade over her robust body. They glow in lighter tones at her uplifted chin, a proud gesticulation. Fine ribbons of a teasing cinnamon roil in the sea of black swathe that cloaks her in a redundant sequence. As healthy a guise does she bear, there are flaws in Tangleweb's design. Despite her ability to eclipse the remorse to her treacherous past, it shows in the olive expanses of her irises. She's not yet been tempered into a masterpiece of her own. It's a daily chore to hold her head high and show no sorrow for what happened in days preceding her escape to WinterClan, a wonderous reprieve. A respite from the haunting deeds of her past mate. He stepped over the threshold into her life unbidden. A charismatic trespasser, by the handle of Playwright, on the lands owned by her small family consisting of herself, her parents, and her two younger sisters. She became infatuated with his very presense. No one dared to remove the mask securely tied against his face to look deeper inside him. The fates of her family might have been different then. She was soon pregant with his kits, but that's where everything spiraled down. He didn't want 'corruption' to fold over his bloodline, and turned to murder everyone in her family. She couldn't believe what had been done, but took action and ran, a heavy queen, away from the nightmares he created. A hand of cruelty brought over her heart, tainting the kittens she carried. She resolved first and foremost to never speak of Playwright again, never mention him to his children. Tangleweb has had her fair share of masquerades and has also built her own, but now her life pans over a clean slate. Resolute and noble, she's ready to sink with the ship if it's ever to go down.

Foreverlost
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Lost in a dark abyss. Searching for any exit from this haunting place. There is none. One trick is in the middle of this dark place. Her kits... She doesn't know they exist. She's constantly in another world. She will feel when they are born, feel the new pain added to the old. This pain will stay forever, the reality of her own blood never actually finding her. This is Foreverlost. A silver she-cat with black and gold stripes covering her entire body except her face, which is black. Her eyes are white, watching you but never actually seeing. This is probably a reason most stay away from her. She never actually talks. Her mouth opens, but only an eerie noise comes from her throat, causing others to run in fright. It doesn't hurt her, because she isn't aware of it. Her blank expressions make some others think that she is sometimes dead, already forgotten but now actually gone. This is the way she always feels. She thinks she's dead... But is there pain in death? This unbearable pain that seems to fade then come back stronger then before? She will die eventually, but she will remain in that abyss, forever lost in the dark sea of death.

Depressedlull
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Happiness. One, joyful thing that ends so abruptly. A single emotion that can be snatched from your very paws. It's easy to feel it, as well as lose it. Everyone has that opportunity. Everyone had the chance to feel the happiness of life. But some would rather find a twisted happiness in death. A terrible joy in the death of others. Some can be soothed by it. Some can be caressed by the last breath. Depressedlull is one of those cats. One of the ones that is always frowning upon life and smiling upon death. A black she-cat that is blessed with the beauty of white streaks flowing across her pelt. Swirls of silver curl around her eyes and ears, making her more ominous and intriguing. Her violet eyes often change red, drawing the attention of many toms. She has had many kits, and cares not for their life and well being. All of them have been left with their father, all of them unknown, even to her. She never remembers them. She always leaves, leaving the father with the little demons. But she was the one that was tricked this time. Now she was expecting kits, and she couldn't leave them with their father, for their father was long gone. She was left with the monsters, and was forced to like it if she wanted food and shelter. She cannot flee, for she would eventually run into one of her past families or clans. So she stays, waiting for the day when the evil spawns are born, causing her hate and pain, which will stay with her forever. It will never leave her. They will always be around, and she will too. Dark Forest or StarClan, she was stuck with them. Stuck with the very things she hates.

Elders

Crystallinewonder
Rped by Love.Is.Forever
Pure whiteness, hidden in the snow of Winterclan territory. The crunch of snow beside you reveals a she-cat with deep brown eyes. Crystallinewonder is kind, when she wants to be. Her more wintery personality reveals her snappy moments, but nonetheless, she does enjoy hanging out with family and friends. Her sister is Memorieslost. She and her sister both came to Winterclan as apprentices, cold, wet skinny cats with no where else to go.

❤ Vesper's Fallclan Cats ❤

.:Vesper:. — Wed, 23 May 2012 07:15:24 CDT

Swiftstorm

Clan:: Fallclan

Position:: Co-Deputy

Apprentice:: Frostedpaw

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Mother+Father:: Icicle[Mist]+Frost[Wing]
Siblings- Ice-kepa (Dead), Meltingice, Seductivekit

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Mate:: Illusionstar
Secret Crush :: Frostedpaw

Kits:: First Litter- Light, Spirit

Second Litter- Icepaw?, Chimerapaw?, Rubypaw

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::Theme Song::

I Miss You

By:: Blink 182 [Better sung by Boyce Avenue]

::Or::
Wonderwall
by:: Oasis

Bio:: To understand how Swiftstorm came to become such a fantastic fighter and a commanding tom, one would have to look at his past. He was born to Iciclemist and Frostwing, two cats who hated kits, abusing them daily. They hated the clan too, and ever since him and his two sisters, Meltingice and Ice-kepa, were born, they grew more evil. They taught their kits to kill or be killed, and at first Swiftstorm was most loyal to them. He thought of the fact that he was a horrible fighter but instead had a skill in speed as a curse. That was until an old friend taught him that running had advantages, and if used correctly could help his fighting skills. He started mastering fighting as a kit, using his skills on other kits. It quickly earned him a spot as most hated in the nursery. From getting so many injures though, he did find a cat who was like a mother to him. Snowfire, the medicine cat at that time, would always heal him against his will. He learned some important herbs from her that have saved his life multiple times. He continued fighting though, until he ran into Illusionfalls. She was his age at the time, still kits. He fought her to find a strange will to not want to hurt her. He did minor wounds though, until his sister, Icekit at the time, stepped in to show him 'how a real cat could battle.' She posed a challange to Illusionkit, leaving Swiftkit to admire the skill used by both. Then his mother came in, and it was quickly realized that she was the real problem. It bursted into a huge battle until Snowfire split it up. One night, Swiftstorm's family decided to join Venomclan though. He made a couple friends there, but otherwise hated it and continued planning escape. He was thankful when Illusionpaw at the time, and her sister Snowypaw, came to save him. Icicle put up her best effort to stop them, but they made it. Life went on, and his sister Ice-kepa killed Illusionfall's sister, Snowypaw. Icicle was killed too though, by Snowfire's sister. Twilightfalls. Being free since both parents had vanished, his other nicer sister, Meltingice, escaped Venomclan. She visited Swiftstorm one last time before escaping to the Tribe where no one knew her. He found a kit in Venomclan that seemed like Icicle's reincarnation, Pure-kepa. He had become a warrior by then though, and was falling deeper and deeper in love with Illusionfalls. He also had two adopted daughters, Shiverkit and Coldkit. In a horrible border battle though, Venomclan cats Fallen-kepa, and Pure-kedi were killed along with Fallclan cats Melodickit, and Coldkit. Swiftstorm weep over her death, but also admitted his love to Illusionfalls. They had four healthy kits, Winterkit, Lightkit, Snowykit, and Spiritkit. He became deputy and life seemed good. That was until Icicle kidnapped Lightkit and him. Lightkit was forced to fight as Swiftstorm watched in hatred. He escaped eventually with his kit to find that his mate was now deputy. Swiftstorm later became one of two co-deputies, and now lives happily again. No one knows what happened to his mother, but he knows she will never win. From so much practice, he is a worthy cat to face in battle. He is also quite demanding, ordering cats around only for their own good. This tom is loyal, clever, and more kind than before. He loves his clan, and would never do anything to hurt them any longer. Swiftstorm looks exactly like his mother, with white fur and light blue eyes. He is fast and swift, along with being a great father. He is proud of his clan, his family, his home. What better could he ask for?

Seductiveconfusion

Clan:: Fallclan

Position:: Apprentice
Mentor::: Mistrain

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Parents:: Icicle+Frost

Siblings:: Swiftstorm, Ice-kepa, Meltingice

Neices:: Light, Spirit, Icepaw?, Rubypaw, Chimerapaw?

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Mate:: None

Kits:: None

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::Theme Song::

Numb

by Linkin Park

Bio:: No love. No hope. No happiness. For the first moon of this she-cat's life, that's all she knew. She was the daughter of a cat who was, at the time, the darkest one in Fallclan's territory. Her cream coat was coated with blood every day as she fought for her right to live. She fought a moon with her mother, in a cruel way of training. The she-cat had no rest, and whenever she did pass out she was forced awake. After a moon, she finally got her rest. The beautiful she-cat didn't open her teal eyes for many days and nights. When at last she did, another moon had passed and she awoke to the curious eyes of Fallclan. They had found her, abandoned in the woods. She had recovered, and was placed in the nursery. The goal of her mother was for her to kill the clan though. They were so nice that the kit refused. One night, while wandering, she was attacked by her mother. The co-deputy at the time, Swiftstorm, knew her mother and called her his own. He saved the kit, yet had forgotten she was even there and left her to die in the winter snow until some kits who were her friends found and rescued her. She has recovered to full beauty, and hasn't heard of her mother since. As for her apparent older brother, Swiftstorm.... they keep their relations a secret for better or worse. This kit has been through a lot in the first few weeks of her life, yet not even she could expect a great surprise that Swiftstorm holds for her. Despite her past, this she-cat is polite and faithful, yet strong and fit. She makes a great addition to the clan, yet is still adjusting to their ways.

Rubyshine

Clan:: Fallclan

Position:: Apprentice

Mentor::: Divingotter

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Parents:: Illusionfalls+Swiftstorm

Siblings:: Light, Spirit, Icepaw?, Chimerapaw?

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Mate:: None

Kits:: None

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::Theme Song::

The Lonely

by Christina Perri

Daughter of the great Illusionstar and her loyal co-deputy, Swiftstorm. That is a pride she won't let any cat mistake. She believes she is the best cat around and that nothing can harm her. The she-cat is black with green eyes, like her mother, yet has white paws and flecks of light blue in her eyes along with her father's speed. She'd make a fantastic cat, if she wasn't such a show-off. She is over confident and attempts things she just can't do. Despite her attempts, her feet are graceful with each movement and she is very gentle with what she does. She'd die for any cat, and is very brave. At times she may get annoying, but when you are near your last breath in battle and she lunges in to save you, you better be thankful. This she-cat has attitude, yet behind her eyes there is a care. She hides herself from all pain saying she can do anything, yet really she's only trying to convince herself.

Crackersong

Clan:: Fallclan

Position:: Warrior

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Parents:: Unknown

Siblings:: Unknown

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Mate:: None

Kits:: None

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::Theme Song::

******* Perfect

by Pink

Bio:: The ultimate failure. The disgrace. The risk. There are many bad ways to discribe this tom. He got his name because of the fact that every time he walks in the forest, he seems to step on every twig there is, making a crackling sound while he walks. This leaves this tom unable to hunt, and unable to sneak up on anyone. He is quite the kind, gentle tom and is well built with muscle, yet he doesn't even know why so many twigs are attracted to snapping under his feet. The tom doesn't know what to do with himself, and easily falls in love, yet, because of his bad habit of snapping twigs its hard to fall in love with him as well. He is a rusty brown tom, with a white underbelly, yet his face is a darker brown with black stripes on it. If you look closely at the rusty brown body, you'll find faint stripes along them too. He also has handsome blue eyes. He is a little clumsy, but a great fighter. He's not fast, but he's smart. Look past his many... many flaws and you'll find a loveable great cat only revealed in camp due to it's lack of need for skill, and lack of twigs.

Lightshine

Clan:: Fallclan

Position:: Warrior

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Parents:: Illusionfalls+Swiftstorm

Siblings:: Spirit, Rubypaw, Icepaw?, Chimerapaw?

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Mate:: None

Kits:: None

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::Theme Song::

Broken Angel

by Boyce Avenue

Bio: What does a cat think when they think of the word beautiful? Do they think of the dewdrop on a rose, shining in the dim morning light? Or maybe of the view off a cliffside of the forest with the sun setting in the background in winter? Lightshine hasn't thought much of beauty, but she holds an unspoken natural glow of a beautiful cat. She thinks very low of herself. The white she-cat with gentle green eyes thinks of herself as a worthless mouse brain. She doesn't claim her parents as her own either, despite the fact that her mother is the leader, Illusionstar, and her father is Co-Deputy Swiftstorm. They were once a happy couple of young warriors, always at each others side and deep in love. That was until Illusionfalls became Illusionstar, and her mate became her co-deputy. They were always too busy for each other, and their kits. That left Lightshine and her sister, Spirit, to feel abandoned. So, both she-cats ran away. Eventually, Lightshine found her way home and is there to stay. There is more trouble though, as her father seems to have fallen in love with another she-cat, his own apprentice! As drama rises in her family, it reminds her that love doesn't exist. It is nothing but a fantasy, and this light that once shone so bright has now dimmed to nothing but that cat that you recall seeing once in the back of your mind. That worthless she-cat who meant nothing to her parents, and loves no one. She desperatly needs a tom to see that she is more beautiful than even she thinks.

==> EarthClan Territory

Specklepelt — Wed, 23 May 2012 06:26:10 CDT

Sunspot
Sunspot is a place that is located in the upper right part of our vast and unique territory. It is an opening in the forest surrounded by trees, with grass that is made lush by the small stream going through it. The Sunspot is a great place for the Medicine Cat and their Apprentice to go and get herbs. Sunspot gets its name due to the amount of sun that radiates from up high to down below. Because there are no trees in the opening, sunlight just comes down head on. The light hits and heats up many rocks in the opening. Sunspot is a great place to see the sunset and moonrise, and it the best place in the territory to see the moon and stars. Many Warriors, Apprentices, and Queens visit Sunspot to see the beautiful scenery and to bask and relax on the warm rocks.

Training Hollow
Our Training Hollow is a medium sized lush, grassy, green clearing that is fairly close to our Camp. It is surrounded by trees that have vines growing from them, and they are just tall enough to teach Apprentices how to jump high, climb tress, and catch birds in trees. The ground is covered with the greenest grass in the territory, that makes the ground soft- perfect for practice battles and for training without injury. The Hollow is the home to many animals, and you will often find mice or small birds scurrying through the grass and ferns and bushes. It is a great place to practice and teach hunting to our Apprentices.

Burnt Ash
On the far left corner of our territory, there once stood a huge Ash Tree. We think it was the biggest in the forest! Many of our strongest and most agile members have tried to climb it, but almost all have failed. Only three cats have ever gotten even close to the very top of the tree, and those cats were Halfcalw, Midnightstar, and Halfstar. After a large and brutal forest fire, the Ash Tree got burnt. Soon after the fire, twolegs came and cut off the tree. Now, the only remains of the tree is a large stump. Though it is nothing much to see, new Apprentices find it fun to climb about the stump- as it is still generally tall.

Stone Gorge
On the very edge of our territory, right on the border of WaterClan, is a Stone Gorge. It starts deep in WaterClan, from a large waterfall in their territory, and ends as a small river going through the edge of our territory. The Stone Gorge is full of clear and foamy water, that rushes really fast. If you misplace even one paw, then you have just brought doom upon yourself. Because this land stretches all the way from WaterClan to our Clan, and because it is on the border, the Stone Gorge has been the battle field of many territory and border battles for many generations.

Bridge

Going over part of Stone Gorge, is an old broken down wooden bridge. It was made by twolegs long ago, but then it was forgotten by them soon after. It is the only for for the Clan to get out of our territory to go to Moon Creek, Gatherings, and even battles. Because it is so old and cats have been passing over it for generations, some of the planks have fallen off along with the cats the broke the planks. Mostly only EarthClan cats are able to pass over the bridge- which is a huge advantage for us. Some mentors also bring their Apprentices there occasionally to teach them how to pass over it.

Lookout Rock
Now, of course like every other Clan and group, we don't leave our territory unguarded. Lookout Rock is a large, tall rock that is in the middle of a vast clearing. From the cleaning, you are able to see three major points of our territory: two parts of Stone Gorge on the sides and in the middle, you can see the Bridge. Our Head Guardian and their Apprentices go down to Lookout Rock- all talking turns looking out for the territory. If someone sees an intruder, they alert the other immediately, and the other rush to camp while the one who spotted the intruder stays and watches the intruder.

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яeflect — Wed, 23 May 2012 01:14:40 CDT

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Leader

*TOPAZSTAR
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Gentle. Loyal. Trustworthy. Understanding. There are no better ways to describe the enthusiastic little tom whom Pondclan knows as Topazwhisker. He infects his clanmates with his endless energy and gentle heart. And he's not that bad-looking either. Topazwhisker is a handsome tom, a silver coat with a pale blue tinge to it, and kind blue eyes. His gentle demeaner makes him the perfect companion for a loving she-cat. Topazwhisker grew up outside of PondClan with his sister, Splashfur. Their mother and father raised them well, guiding them in the right direction and teaching them the basics of what a cat needs to know to survive: how to hunt, to fight, to find a mate. Topazwhisker learned well and grew up into a respectful young tomcat. He loves his sister dearly and feels it is his duty to protect her from any harm. The time came when at last Topazwhisker and Splashfur were ready to test their skills out in the real world. The two littermates traveled together and eventually came upon the territory of PondClan. There they established a life and their lives entwined with the lives of the PondClan cats. Topazwhisker realized that his sister and his name resembled the way the Clan cats form their names, which led him to wonder if his parents were descended from other Clan cats. He will never know. Time went on, and Topazwhisker proved himself to PondClan and became an exellent Warrior, the perfect opponent in battle and a skilled hunter. He has the mind of an intellectual cat, and tends to think things through. This makes Topazwhisker an excellent debator and can solve conflicts between other cats with ease. In battle he is a quick thinker and makes quick and concise judgements about his opponents, making him practically impossible to defeat. On an ordinary clan day, Topazwhisker is the heart and soul of most conversations. His has a humorous side to him and a compassionate heart. Topazwhisker is patient with distressed cats in the clan and will listen to their problems, thus displaying a sympathetic side to him. Topazwhisker has proved himself to be a well respected and worthy edition to PondClan. When Alphastar declared him Co-Deputy of PondClan, he was genuinely surprised and had doubted himself as worthy to accept the position. Yet he stepped up to the responsibility and proved his worth. Topazwhisker currently serves as the Deputy now that Alpha stepped down, an event that affected him deeply. He won the heart of the new leader of PondClan, Airestar, when she was the Deputy and had the name Airelegacy. Topazwhisker loves her dearly, and will do anything to protect her. Topazwhisker fathered five kits, Frostkit, Platinumkit, Mistletoekit, Whitekit, and Turtlekit with Airelegacy. After Airestar's tragic disappearance, Topazwhisker stepped up as leader of PondClan, and is now deemed Topazstar. He hopes to lead PondClan well and make it a respected clan above others. He is well known for his signature whisker tremors.
{ Rped by Naturecat }
Mate : Airestar (legacy) [deceased]
Kits: Frostkit, Platinumkit, Mistletoekit, Whitekit, and Turtlekit
Distant Kin : Splashfur, Blackfrost, Blueforest

Deputy

{ picture to be added. }

*LEAFSWIRL

Those who think they know Leafswirl probably in fact don't know her; she keeps her true emotions well hidden from her peers. A thick fog of indifference clouds her eyes, an almond-shaped pool of wisdom, a pale yellow on colour. Her fur is thick, a frosty white, with a few small grey marks, but no tabby stripes. Long, pointed ears with grey tips and a small build, she drifts in and out of the crowd, always on edge, never talking to anybody. Behind a misleading mask of normality resides a brilliant mind: she is a master tactician and is often the first called upon to create a strategy. While her less-than-social attitude may be called arrogance and self-centeredness, it stems from a long battle with self-esteem. Brought up by loners who had very strict ideals about what Leafswirl could and couldn't do, they told her she was worthless, and would never find a mate. They believed that toms were superior to she-cats in every way, and believed that toms should be the ones to work, not their mates. Leafswirl gained an inferiority complex after realising that she loved her littermate Noble much more than they loved her. She eventually ran away, unable to take the pressure that was being put upon her. Joining PondClan, she became known as a masterful strategist, and news of her skill spread widely throughout the Clan. Praise is unusual for Leafswirl and she didn't really know how to respond to it, and still doesn't today. Some are scared by her, others welcome her into their Clan, but all know she will be there to help her Clan, no matter what the cost. A very loyal warrior, she always helps to the highest of her abilities, and would never slack off in front of her Clan. While she prefers to stay indifferent among her Clanmates, she actually has a quick temper, one that can be deadly if riled. She also takes joy in some of the most mundane things; dewdrops falling off leaves, butterflies soaring through the air, and the light the sun and moon radiate.She would gladly give her life many times over, if only to help her Clan. As for her parents and brother, she can't shake the feeling that they're out there somewhere looking for her, especially Noble...

{ RPed by Reflect }

Co-Deputy

*JAYROSE
Compassion.Loyalty.Love.Peace.Yes,Jayrose is this and more.Her heart pound with feirceness for her clan.Adrinaline.Ferocity.Hesitantless.A true warrior from withen.A stunning stregneth that comes not from the sight of this tiny she cat but the aura of a lion that raps around her and fills the room.Silence.Anger.Vengance.Word rarely ever seen in her though through the loss of a loved one shows the worst in this simple she cat.Her rage dampens and freezes the room in a show that makes the world realize the killer in this cat.A quite,simple.shy thought the world presumes,torn every time she breaks the natures law of smaler being weaker.No.Jayrose is not the same.Unique.A simple word referng to her actions that make her stand out.Tiny.Holding a fighter.Something more than a cowerd trapped in her apprentice sized body.Proving small can carry more fight than expected.Nothing more true.Born a kittypet to a mother who didn't want kits.Left because she didn't apply to what the two-legs call breed standered.No father.Snobs of brothers and sisters.Simply,totally ,alone.But with newfound feeling for all weaker than she.Finding a barn to rest.Then moving on.Hoping for food and sheleter.Trying her best to learn how to hunt prey on her own.This was Jayrose for many moons.A teird raggedy clump with no more strength than an elder.A nomad,never settling for a home.Then a shock.Pondclan found a muddy wandered passed out at a tree near their river.Eyes dull from sleepless nights ang body swollen with bruises.Awakeing with fear,she was rattled.But calmed by the news she was in a place of peace.Fast to learn.She picked up battle tastics quickly,to help them to repay them for their kindness by catching prey for them.She was to leave.But soon the thought was far out of mind.She was an apprentice.Wisdome.Tricky.Creative.Quick to learn.Slow to speak.Finding ways to make her more educated than what is needed.Trying fast to make them forget her past,which has worked well.Though tricky.A trickster.Quick to trick a tongue,or fin a way to make her look better.Yet never in a bad way,that would create a bad reputation for another cat.Sly in battle.Easily confusing her enemies.Playing them like games.Jayrose is a rose with thorns.She's also creative too.Finding the prettiest flowers.Singing like birds in a bubbling brrook.That's one type of being creative.But also by teaching new moves she has learned by others or created to make sure there are always new strategies.She will never let the curculation stop.Respect.For her leader.For her clan and her ancestors that started everything.Her beleif in starclan is great.Always looking up to her leaders,medicine cat,and warrior before her for answers.Kindness.Peace.Love.The officail three things that Jayrose tries to be.Kind with fairness.Trying to never tell a book by it's cover.She would rather look to peace rather than fight in a war.Trying to find a sulution to make both sides happy.But will fight if neccessesarry.Love is something she treis greatly at.Feeling compassion for ones who have wronged her or a freind.A clan mate or a cat from another clan.She doesn't have to have help to love kits though,and would love to have a mate and kits.Some day.And now her looks,which can be loosley translated as beautiful.But misleading.Her eyes are filled with wisdome.Something actully true about this she cat.They are silverish grey.Pink outstreatching from the pupils in a dance like fashion.They never show any emotion however.You cannot tell her feelings from them.Her fur feels like velevt.Like soft down,or bunny fur.It has a stunning gray silver hard to name color,that illuminates when light touches it.Filled with black.Kind of like the waves of the ocean at night.Around her eyses are a bit of blue grey fur,and one of her legs are splattered with it.Mystical and beautiful,Jayrose must be a true beauty.And she is.But her size turns many away.Her thin body makes her look defenceless.Her legs are shorter.No cats seems to notace that because of this she is one of the fastest runners in the clan.Or that,though her claws are smaller.Their sharper than most.She has a small frame,and looks apprentice like,as short as she is.But to her,that means nothing.Leadership.that means everything to her.Obediance from those around her.She is ambitious.But isn't crazy for power like some are.But she is strongly pushed to it.But destiny must take it's course.Then again.Jayrose's wings seem to soar on the breezes of things ahead.

{RPed by 322er}

Medicine Cat

*STONEMEMORY
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Do you want to see a handsome dark grey tom? One that has the most charming light blue eyes? And one that is super sensitive to everything you say? Well two out of three ain’t bad right? Stonememory is a really kind cat to his family and friends, and is willing to defend them even in the thickest battle. His one major flaw is that he could really care less about what you are talking about. He gets that dazed looked in his eyes, and starts daydreaming about hunting or fighting or even taking a nap, while you are in the middle of telling him something important.
Rped by Houndour

Medicine Cat Apprentice

Amberpaw (eyes)
Amberpaw is a petite young she-cat, especially for her age. She has a raven pelt with a splattering and smattering of pumpkin and snowy accents. She has a slipper of white on each of her paws. Amberpaw has bright, expressive amber eyes, for which she was named after. Amberpaw is a curious feline, which gives her a reputation for getting into trouble. She also tends to leave her common sense and good judgement behind whenever she goes out. However, she is very affectionate and loving, as well as a good friend. Amberpaw is devoted to helping those in need, and will give all she has to do that. Amberpaw has lived a semi-normal life, having grown up with her litter-mates and being the playful kit that any other cat could have been. She especially enjoyed being with the elders. She would groom them or help them take some medication in exchange for good stories. Amberkit was fascinated with all the cool and interesting herbs that the cats ate, and event tried a few, which sent her to the medicine cat's den to spend the night. Amberkit, however, enjoyed her stay very much and offered to help organize the herbs and concoctions. She was very thorough and precise, and doing that earned her the position as medicine cat apprentice.
Rped by OLM7

Senior Warriors

*Swoop
Still 'Swoop' to those closest to him he DID have silght issuses with changing his name. 'Swoop' had always been his name and it felt wrong to change it, in fact sometimes he forgets his name is Swoopingstar abd doesn't answer when called. A powerful and handsome brown tom. His upper body is a darker brown then his lower half. His bright blue eyes seem to catch everything. As a kit his life stared out hard. His siblings are: Featherfern, Tigerleap and Runningfire. Featherfern is a PondClan warrior, Tigerleap a FallClan warrior and Runningfire is a sister he has yet to discover. Swoop was tricked into murdering his mother by his father. His father, a murderous rogue, told him that his mother Sarah, a harmless kittypet, was planning on killing his siblings. Even as a seven month old cat he was shockingly strong and silencing his mother was easy. Since that fateful day he has been guilt-ridden. Eventually he learned the truth from a rogue, and friend of Slash's, named Shadows. Shadows helped free Feather, Tiger, Comet and Swoop when they were nine moons old. However on the night of the escape, something strange happened. His siblings had no idea who they were, much less who he was. Swoop, to this day, believes that StarClan gave his siblings a chance to start over. Swoop sent them each off in different directions. He himself went back to Slash. For moons he worked for Shadows and Slash. Shadows secretly fed him and helped him but it soon became to much. Shadows left first. Vanishing one day without a trace. Slash, furious, demanded Swoop to find and kill him. Little did he know the two toms had planned everything. Swoop left, travling far away to a two-leg place where he met up with Shadows. For a few moons they traveled in strange territory, until one day Shadows fell in love. His friend left him for a silver tabby named Featherfern, he even changed his name to 'Shadowdancer'. Swoop instantly recognised the she-cat. It was his sister, Feather. She had fallen for the cat that helped save her from a life she didn't even remember. Afraid of being found by Slash he decided to join PondClan as well. But he was to late, Slash found him and attacked him on the way to join. Only the arrivel of Featherfern, Shadowdancer, Frogjump, Sunflash and Seaflight saved him. Shadowdancer almost killed Slash. Swoop himself had a nasty wound on his leg. But that day wasn't all bad. He met the love of his life: Seaflight. In the end Slash got away and Swoop joined PondClan. He became Seaflight's happy mate. But life won't let him be happy. Seaflight's ex-mate showed up, causing billions of problems. Then there was the problem of Seaflight not being sure if the father of her unborn kits was Swoop or her ex-mate, Bolt. They fought for days but finally he accepted it and they became close again. Problem solved? If only. Swoop finally got up the courage to tell Featherfern everything when she had her kits, but she ended up trying to kill him. As she was fleeing Slash reappeared with a deathly vengence. Swoop, Seaflight, Stonetail, Feathermist, and Stream all tried to help. In the end it cost Stream, Seaflight's daughter, her life. If that wasn't bad enough Stream was expecting kits. They were able to get one surviving kit. They named him 'Wolfkit' and he loves him like a son. Together they ended Slash's life, but it was to late for Stream. That day he realized what a blessing his life was. He even grew to respect Bolt. When Seaflight had her kits he named two. One, a tiny copy of Seaflight and Stream, was given the name: Streamkit. The other, a black and white tom, was named after two cats: Slash and Bolt. His name was: Changingkit. To this day the six kits true father is a mystery but Swoop loves them all the same. Although he does all he can to deny it a piece of Slash lives on in him. Swoop is fiercly overprotective. He also has a kind of blinding rage that engulfs him when enemy's stir. Swoop lives everyday in swirling mix of fear and happiness. No matter what his life seems to have something to torture him with. Whether its his fear of water, unknown to everyone but Seaflight, or his raging anger at times. There is secret fear he lives his every heart beat with: What if, one day, he can't stop his anger? What if he ends up like his father? A murderous, evil, blood-thristy rogue? Yet everyday he gets up, hunts, trains, and loves. He now revolves around his family and clan life. He will forever be devoted. PondClan comes first, always.
Mate: SeaflightRPed by Nightdream14
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Alphastar
A snow white tom with soft yet glowing amber eyes. This tom stumbled upon PondClan by mistake, and stayed for only one reason. Alpha is the son of a rouge who knew Slash. His sister, Beta, is the opposite of him. When Alpha first made his spying presence known it was to a she-cat named Seaflight, who happened to be the deputy at time, Swoop's, mate. Seaflight ended up loving him but he realized that Swoop and Seaflight truly belonged together. Even though her had no intentions to take her his heart still skipped whenever she walked by. As he sees the pair walk around camp a piece of him dies but he puts on a brave face and continues to be friends with Seaflight. When Seaflight went missing he searched everywhere for her, she's still missing and he misses her now as much as he did when she first disappeared. But he was able to move on, somewhat, his love fell to the SpringClan deputy Strawberryswing and they ended up having kits together, though he's never seen them. A few moons ago he recieved news that Strawberryswing was dead, the news struck hard. So he does beleive he's cursed, like his father, Swoop. His father, as Swoopingstr was driven crazy with grief because of Seaflight so he stepped down after he was wounded. Alpha was named co-deputy, much to his surprise. Since then he's become leader and fallen in love with a she-cat named Harlequin. And he loves her more then he loved Seaflight or Strawberryswing. They had kits together, Divinebeauty, Angelessence , Mosspatch, Stormysea and Dahliadream. He also got deathly ill for quite awhile, almost dying and leaving his home, but he fought it and lived. He's been to weak to make the trip for his nine lives but he'll be able to soon, then he'll be called Alphastar. But in all this he feels as if he's losing part of himself, the part that kept him alive as a rouge, he'll be leaving Anaklusmos behind. His true name has never been revealed as Anaklusmos but he's always cherished it, now, when he is named Alphastar, Anaklusmos will truely be gone.
Rped by Nightdream14
Lives: 1 out of 1 Currently.
Mate: HarlequinKits: Litter in SpringClan {Names unknown}, Mosspatch, Angelessence, Stormysea, Dahliadream, Divinebeauty

Warriors

Wickertail
A powerful and huge brownish-black tom with intense and somewhat scary amber eyes. As the son of Shadowdancer and Skychaser he is quite used to having no stability. His parents were forced together but they did end up falling for each other. His father tragically died when he saved a clanmate from a badger. His mother, Swoop's sister, was taken by Slash as leverage for Shadowdancer to obey. One day his mother padded into PondClan with a 'hiya' and a shy smile. At first he refused to believe her but as time went on he finally accepted it. Wickertail, formally 'Wicker', is a strong and loyal cat with excellent warrior skills. Whenever he thinks of his past a depressing cloud settles over him. Now he is a devoted clan cat with a understanding of the true meaning of friendship, family and most importantly: Trust. He has a crush on a pretty she-cat named Ivywhisper.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Neverlove
A pitch black tom with gleaming yellow eyes. His attitude matches his looks. Neverlove is a dark tom with a dark personality. When you see him there is always an empty look in his eyes and a sneer in his voice. Many wonder just what happened to this tom to make him like this. The truth is, once long ago Neverlove did love a cat, her name was ‘Watcher’ but she died bearing their kits. Out of all 6 kits only one survived, only to be run over by a monster. His past still haunts him and everytime he thinks about it he cries. His name, ‘Never’ referred to his black coat. Everycat in Shadowdancer’s family has had brown in their coat, all accept for him who has the same black as his son, so when Neverlove was born he swore this wasn’t his kit. Maybe he was just trying to hide from the responsibility. Anyway he convinced Slash to take his neices and nephews. Neverlove has no love for his deceased father or his mother for aiding in Moss’s death. One day maybe he could be happy again
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Lilybliss
A white she-cat with a ginger and white striped tail, a ginger ear, and green eyes. A former rogue named 'Lily' she is the sister of Barkingfox, Wickertail, Neverlove and Moss, though Moss is dead. Barkingfox left suddenly and she misses him quite alot. Her parents are Skychaser and the deceased Shadowdancer. Lilybliss is a terrible flirt and loves to tease toms. In reality Lilybliss is just lonely. When she sees mates she is filled with jealously and loneliness. As a kit she was given to a rouge named Slash for some odd reason. Since then her life has been a weird combination of happiness and grief. Swoop saved her and her siblings when she was younger and since then she has secretly been in love with him. The one cat she is most jealous of is Seaflight, Swoop's mate, because she has everything. Seaflight has kits, friends, Swoop and a happy life while she has nothing. One day she vows to be just as happy as Seaflight, even if it's not with Swoop.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Leafheart
A pretty cream and brown tabby with amber eyes. She was born as a rouge, and wants to join a clan. She is a very good swimmer and loves to climb trees and run. Leafheart doesn't know who her parents were ~ Or where they are. She was had no brothers and sisters, but that's why she wants to join a clan, because she is lonely. Her friends are Hollydew, Billystorm, and Featherstream. An old friend was Lionfeather, but she was gone one morning when they all woke up.
RPed by Nightdream14
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Changingheart
A black tom-cat with a white underbelly. He has the same attitude as his father, Swoop and the caring nature as his mother, Seaflight. As one of the youngest he is shy but fiercely protective. Though they don't know, he overheard his parents talking about a tom named 'Bolt' and the possibility that he is their father. Changingheart was horrified by the news and has never told anyone. Part of his calm attitude is due to uncertainty. He his a powerful tom with a promising future. When he gets older he wants a mate and kits.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Tigerleap
A ginger tom with darker tabby stripes. He has amber eyes. He was found trying to chase a fox when he was only five moons old. He is a fantastic fighter and is always on the prowl for anything that could hurt his clan. He is strong and loyal. He wants a chance to be deputy one day! Tigerleap would give his life for his clan. His mate in named Poppygaze, and he loves her so much.
Roleplayed by Nightdream14
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Shockstrike
A bright orange tom, his fur almost looks golden in the sun with dark amber eyes. Shockstrike is handsome and eye catching, always polite and perfectly sweet. Shockstrike is any she-cats dream, though he doesn't see it. Shockstrike is an amazing hunter and an average fighter, though he doesn't like to hunt. One day...maybe...hopefully...he'll find a mate and kits, but until then he's living life. One paw at a time.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Vanillaswirl
A cream colored she-cat with green eyes. The daughter of Mistycloud. Vanillaswirl isn't the nicest cat. She is stuck-up, snobby, and mean. For reasons unknown she went from sweet to pure evil. Her only friend, and constant companion, is Flashfoot, who is equally as rude as her. Does she like Flashfoot? No, but she loves him as a brother. Never hiding anything from him its great having such a good friend. But she has a secret: One day she wants to be a mother and have a family.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Lilywhisper
Pure, feathery white, she-cat with sky blue eyes. Not the friendliest cat but not the meanest. She sees PondClan as a current residence but her loyality? She doubts its with PondClan. Lilywhisper is headstrong and has a sharp-tongue. All her time goes into combat training. This pretty little girl loves the rush of battle and anticipation of defending your clan. When she fight, she fights anyway possible. Fair, unfair, anyway she can. Lilywhisper is still quite pretty and she draws alot of toms eyes. Her bitterest enemy is Finallyfree. That soft, fragile she-cat annoys Lilywhisper to no end. Where ever her loyalities lie PondClan /is/ her birth clan. She'll protect it.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Flashfoot
A spotted Brown tabby Tom with Yellow Eyes. Cocky. Rude. Snide. All good words to describe this arrogant tom. He seems to match his best friend, Vanillaswirl, perfectly. Everything about him speaks "angry". Flashfoot is strong, a good hunter, and an excellent fighter. Always seeming in a bad mood he doesn't socialize alot. And when he does he always manages to get on other cats nerves. Once upon a time he was nice, but "Stress" changed him. However one day he does want a family of his own.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Lotusblossom
She-cat. A dark ginger, almost red ocelot cat with brilliant green eyes. She is Nightsky's and Runningfire's daughter, she was born in DayClan but when she was 6 moons old she left, traveling around. Lotusblossom hopes her place is with PondClan because she really wants a home. Most of her fmily resides in PondClan, thats why she chose it. Awhile back she went to DayClan to see her mother and father. Althought she misses them and her siblings dearly she'll never go back to living in Dayclan, all she wants is to be is a loyal PondClan warrior.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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*Speedtrail
This calico tomcat is one fierce fighter and is one of the fastest runners out there. Once his amber eyes have a target in sight , he will never go off track to get to that goal. He is the exact opposite of his father Eaglepeace, and is similar to his mother, Amberstrike. One thing he hates the most is someone picking on his sister, Sweeetkit. In his mind only he can rough house with her and can pick on her. His rights of being her twin.
Rped by houndour
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Comfreyleaf
A spikey furred black tom kit with orange eyes. He is playful, happy, and amazingly friendly. Always looking on the bright side of things, nothing seems to bring him down. Only one thing worries him....his secret. His scary, scary secret. Comfreyleaf refuses to tell anybody. But there is a not-so-secret. He wants a mate and kits one day....hopefully. Comfreyleaf also wants to be the best warrior possible, though he doubts he'll ever be called, "Comfreystar".
Rped by: Nightdream14e

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*Splashfur

A small gray and white she-cat with pale blue eyes. Splashfur is the kind of cat who enjoys small talk. She keeps to herself and only has close friends. Splashfur's mother and father raised her and her brother, Topazwhisker, outside of PondClan. When she and her brother set out to seek their fortunes in life, they came across the cats of PondClan and chose to become one of them. Splashfur looks up to her older brother Topazwhisker and is grateful that he is always there for her. There was a point in her life where she left PondClan momentarily, but eventually returned to be reunited with her brother Topazwhisker and brought her two kits with her, Blackkit and Bluekit. She wanted them to be raised in a clan with other kits their age and serve the clan with loyalty. Splashfur never spoke about her mate, and no one really knows if she goes out to meet him at times. Splashfur loves her kits very much, and regrets that they have to grow up without a father figure.

Rped by Naturecat

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Artemis

A silver tabby she-cat with soft, almost invisible light silver ocelot markings. She has silvery yellow eyes that look like the moon. Since she was a kit she's always been a good hunter, she caught her first mouse at four moons. Artemis has way of seemingly gliding through the forest towards her prey. She only fights when needed, and though she loves it she doesn't hunt anymore then needed. Artemis is kind, beautiful, warm hearted and loyal, and she will always be a PondClan cat. She was born in DayClan, but followed her friend, Leapingkit here. Both of them ran away from DayClan, got lost, and some warriors broguht them here, she's now happy to call this place her home.

Rped by: Nightdream14

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Imaginedance

Beautiful gray she-cat with soft blue eyes. She loves to sing and is very sweet. An excellent hunter. Imaginedance is shy, she never really talks uness shes talked to. Anything she is told to do gets done, fast. Everyone loves this delicate she-cat, simply because most cats say she has a beautiful personality. Whenever she feels sad orangry she likes going for a walk, it helps her blow soom steam off. This she-cat, the daughter of Hollyfire and Creeksong, has always had a crush of Flashfoot, but she doubts anything will ever come from that. When she is ready she'd love to have a mate and kits, but for now she's happy giving everything to PondClan.

Rped by Nightdream14

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Leapingfish

White she-cat with light grey ocelot marking. She has long legs and soft yellow eyes. Her name speaks two things about her. She loves fishing, and because of her long legs, she is an excellent jumper. Leapingfish was born in DayClan, her parents are Meltingice and Tigertail. This means she's related to Swoop, and she's proud of that. Though she is headstrong, and sometimes cats doubt her loyalty, she wants only to give to her adopted clan. Leapingfish hunts,fights and works harder the most other cats to prove her worth, but some, like the rude Vanillaswirl, doubt her loyalty. One day she'll prove it to all of them.

Rped by: Nightdream14

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Owlchaser

A dark brown tom with big blue eyes. Originally a DayClan cat, born to Runningfire and Nightsky. He was brought to PondClan by a mystery cat who kidnapped him. He misses his family in DayClan, but he's found an older sister,Lotusblossom, and met een more family in PondClan. Now that he is settledin with PondClan, hoping Runningfire and Nightsky will forgive him. His aunt, Featherfern, takes care of him, and he loves her for that. Maybe sometime he'll see his parents and explain that PondClan is his only home now.

Rped by: Nightdream14

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*Hawkfight

This brown tabby tom is one strong fighter and stands up for what he believes in. He takes after his father, Eaglepeace/star, when it comes to his loyalty and friendships. But after his uncle, Cyto when it comes to everything else, including his looks. PondClan should be glad Hawkkit loves PondClan with all his heart and strength, because his amber eyes do have the bloodthirsty gleam that made his grandfather feared among the rouges, and his uncle feared to those underground.

Rped by houndour

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Seaheart

Silver she-cat with green eyes and a kind heart. Her mother and uncle named her after her grandmother and aunt. Seaheart grew up listenng to stories about Seaflight, and since then shes been doing everything possible to be just as great. Sadness sometimes seems to stick to this light-hearted she-cat. For along time she struggled with the fact that she may never know her father, Stonetail, Seaflight's oldest son. Stonetail disappeared without a trace along with Margo and Seaflight some moons ago. And Featherfern, her mother, always seems so broken. Seaheart is a great hunter, and an amazing fisher, and one day Featherfern, Swoop, Stonetail, Seaflight, and PondClan will be proud for what she has given to her clan and family.

Rped by: Nightdream14

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Briarstep

Beautiful white, silver, and brown she-cat with medium length fur, a light pink nose the color of sweet briar, and pretty dark green eyes. Briarstep is not a fighter. She hates conflict and usually has to force herself into a fight. Briarstep is opinionated but she's careful about it, she doesn't jump in with no plan. She thinks on it. Most call her clever and quickwitted. But she does have some mean cats in her life. She doesn't get along with Owlchaser or Leapingfish. Both cats are way to fight prone and annoying. Along the way she's found a best friend in Artemis, and she couldn't ask for better friend. One day, maybe, she'll have a mate and kits.

Rped by Nightdream14

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Hollyfire
A firery ginger she-cat with a black-tipped tail, black-tipped ears and black patches on her fur. She has green eyes. She is very spirited and protective. As one of the oldest kits she makes it her job to protect her family. Her parents are the two cats she trusts more then anyone. Her mother, Featherfern, is like her best friend and her father, Shadowdancer, is a cat she knows will be there for her forever.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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*Larkflight

A beautiful light brown she-cat with soft amber eyes and long whiskers. Larkflight joined PondClan in her early years, and never really understood the meaning of being a warrior. Through time, however, she grew closer to her clanmates and learned to hunt and fight as all PondClan cats do. Larkflight never had a love, but is still looking for that special someone. She tends to be shy around males and rarely talks to them. However, Larkflight can usually be found near the nursery playing with the kits and wishing that she had some of her own. Larkflight has a scar over her left eye as a result of an attack by a fox. Ever since the fox scarred her, Larkflight has an unwavering fear of those dog-like beasts. She is a loyal PondClan cat who does her best to be the warrior she strives to be.

Rped by Naturecat
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*Riverdance
A handsome black tom with bright blue eyes and a white-tipped tail. There is a splash of white on his chest. He was born just outside of PondClan but grew up wanting to be a warrior. He is a solitary cat, but when spoken to, he is a bright and energetic young tom. His best friend is Larkflight, but they are not mates. Riverdance enjoys fishing, and makes it a hobby. He wants a mate and kits one day, seeing as he gets along well with young cats, and never wavers in loyalty.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Duskdragon
This snow-white tom is a tough cat. His gentle periwinkle eyes give the impression of being a caring cat, and he is, when it does something for him. This cat is all about what will suit him best in the long run. He is one tough fighter and has the teeth and claws to prove it. Fighting is this toms only answer to almost everything, including who is Hawkkit’s closest follower.
Rped by houndour

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Creamysnow
An orange she-cat with purple eyes. Her voice hardly ever rises above a soft tone. Creamysnow is shy, nervous, and most of all, misleading. This cat seems sweet and shy...but she can fight like nothing you've ever seen. Creamysnow is ruthless, and the thing that worries her family is she loves to fight. Feeling the fur between her claws and hearing the yowls of battle is extrordinary. Maybe being in a peaceful clan isn't much entertainment for the fight-prone she-cat, but she always hopes. Most cats see that sweet and shy personality, until they she her extend her claws. She loves the thrill of battle, and if she fights foxes and badgers, the thrill of the kill. Is she evil? Well, thats the question isn't it?
Rped by Nightdream14
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Mosspatch

A pretty light brown she-cat with slightly darker tabby stripes. She has the same amber eyes of her father. More to come.
Rped by Nightdream14
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*Blackfrost
a pure black tom with pale blue eyes. Blackfrost is the ferocious kind of cat, always ready for a challenge. He enjoys play-fighting with other cats and is the perfect adversary in battle. Hunting is more to his taste, though. Blackfrost finds pride in bringing down his prey and killing it with his own claws. He feels this is the best way to serve PondClan, because food means life. He even caught his first prey as a kit. Blackfrost was born just outiside of PondClan. His mother is Splashfur, sister to Topazwhisker. Blackfrost met his father one time, but cannot remember his name. He has a sister, Blueforest, who he likes to hang out with. Blackfrost loves his uncle Topazwhisker and learns a lot from him. Blackfrost wants to grow up to be like him as well. He is fond of Dewheart.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Blueforest
a small silvery blue she-cat with brilliant blue eyes. Blueforest is a fierce she-cat who is not to be crossed. She takes pride in defending PondClan and wants to grow up to be a respected warrior. Bluekit has a brother named Blackfrost, and a mother, Splashfur, all of who are in PondClan. Her uncle is Topazwhisker, Splashfur's brother. She met her father once, outside of PondClan, for she was not born into the clan itself, but does not know his name, only that he is a black and white tom with green eyes. Blueforest is more of the fighter type than hunter. She instills fear into her enemies and does not like to be defeated. Blueforest wants to be a well-known warrior not just in PondClan, but in all the clans. She is not sure about kits, but would not mind a mate.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Dewheart
A sleek silver shecat with bright, big, blue, eyes. She is nice, gentle, loving, and generous. her mom died a few months after she was born, but even so she cant remember what she looked like. As for her Dad.... Well, he left before she was ever born. She loves the feel of water on her fur, and she likes to walk through the shallow waters. She doesnt have many friends but her life long goal is to have alot of them!
Rped by: Naturecat

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*Feversplash
Your hearts seems to pop out of your chest as he walks your way, his simple features just breathtaking. His long, glorious flame-colored pelt strikingly beautiful in the sunlight, with long gentle strides of silver that embrace his fur. Feversplash has two entrancing dark blue eyes, that appear as calmed seas, slightly grey from a previous storm. He isn't your typical cat, by far the ususual. He is very tentative, unless you are a cat he trust. His heart brims with kindness as each day is driven with the thought of his clanmates happiness and peaceful living. Feversplash can be quite the charmer around she-cats without even trying. Some ladies like the way he is slightly shy, his cheeks brewing a flushed red on his speckled cheeks. Others, because of his kind-hearted personality. She is exceedingly good at hunting, being gifted with a sharp nose and ears. He seems to pick up the prey's exact location. When a heated fever pulses through your body, that's when you know you've met Feversplash...
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
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*Scarletkiss;
Dark, majestic ginger tabby she-cat with elegantly long legs, a white dash on her chest and three white paws. Her radiant green eyes shine like dew on fresh morning grass. She is an outgoing, loyal, intelligent and a bright cat, but can have a very subtle side to her. If a cat really got to know her they would see there is a lot more to her than what meets the eye. Insightful and open minded she always has her own view on things. She doesn't judge others and is willing to except and help anyone who would treat her the same way. When she isn't spending her time hunting or practicing her battle moves, Scarletkiss spends her time walking around camp chatting and sharing tongues with her clan mates. She always puts her clan first and will do anything to help.
Role played by Sweetsilentlullaby.
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*Honorabledestroyer
Come midnight, come daybreak, gotta find me a namesake. I got faith but don't need bibles. Starclan may watch over us but hear my recital; I hold the title. It was wrong, this is wrong, but it feels so right. He didn't want to be the leader of a messed up generation and you wouldn't believe him if he told you the reasons why. Why he is now here. Basically Honorabledestroyer was born in Waterclan, raised as an apprentice in Waterclan but decided that clan wasn't right for him. So now he is here, walking among Pondclan. He doesn't fit in yet he knows this is the clan he should be in. Still, his reasons are his own. He often questions if he took it to far to abandon his clan and come here but still he marches on; you never see the last of him. With him it's no half mast, raise the flag. He likes to be the centre of attention and isn't the nicest of cats you'll meet. Though he is a handsome chestnut tabby with bright with intelligent amber eyes his name really shows his personality. Any honor he receives he destroys, not on purpose but he can't help his actions. If you hate him that's fine with him. He just grows to override the emotions of others round him. Honorabledestroyer's only weakness against pride is she-cats. They get to him at times. Making him question his life choices. But no worries; he always has to win and see you at the finish line.
Rped by Cobwebpaw
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*Flowerfeather
Small white she-cat with amber eyes. She is Kind, gentle, and caring. Her and her siblings were seperated at birth. She was raised by the Pondclan With her brother. Her sister is Snowfire. She wants a mate and kits someday.
Rped by jaymist
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*Nightstalker
Small jet black tom with amber eyes. He is very grumpy alot, but is really sweet. His siblings and him were seperated at birth. He was raised by wolves, then joined Pondclan. He wants to be leader someday and have mate and kits.
Rped by jaymist
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*Snowfire
A white tabby she-cat with red stripes and green eyes. Her personality is like a copy of her sister's. She and her sister have a thing where they can feel each others feelings. They came together after being seperated at birth. She is a shadow in the night even with her white pelt. She is like a lion in battle. She can be sweet when she wants to. She wants to be leader.
Rped by jaymist
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*Bluemist
a blue-grey she-cat with pool blue eyes.She has two sisters and one brother. She is light on her paws in battle. She is and awesome hunter. She is the best hunter in the clan. She wants a mate and kits some day.
RPed by jaymist
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*Hawkeyes
A dark gray cat with many lighter gray spots on hiss pelt. He is a dark and mysterious cat, his amber eyes are always focused, which makes it very hard to tell what he's thinking. He seems very mean at first, but if a cat took the time to get to know him, he is a very sweet and compasionate cat, although no cat has ever taken the time to get to know him. He had a tough life as a kit, his parents abandoned him at birth because they didn't think he was worth the struggle of taking care of him. A small she-cat found him one day and nursed him back to health, but the day he was abled to eat his own food, she left him, she told him that he should be called Hawkeyes and that he should go join thhe Clans. He did as he was told and now he is here, living a very happy life.
RPed by: catlvr32
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*Birchleaf
A siamese mix with a dark, brown face and haunting blue eyes. Next to his dark nose is a slender strip of white, a birthmark sort of thing. He has coarse, thick fur that varies in shades of brown, and a long raven tail. Birchleaf is very large and bulky, but it's all muscle. He is loud, friendly, loyal, and curious. Helping his clan and his friends is always his main goal. His kit-hood was normal, for the most part, but everyone always doubted him. Nobody trusted the big, klutzy kit. That really hit home for Birchleaf, and sometimes he lets that get the worst of him. His fatal flaw is that he doesn't seem to be the warrior type. Birchleaf isn't fast, he's not swift, and he's not a quick-thinker. Birchleaf is more of a kind of fighter who stands, fights, and takes a hit. But instead of letting the rumors get the worst of this tom, he tries to let it motivate him. So he's always giving everything he does 110%.
Rped by OLM7
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Ravenfeather
Inky black tom with fresh pale blue eyes, and a long tail. Black, black as the night, he stalks through the forest at that time ready to capture his prey, or ambush his enemies. He loves to walk alone, but doesn't mind companions, sometimes he even wishes for a good friend. He is a kind tom, with a strong sense of what is right and what is wrong, and is a firm follower of the warrior code, but lately that's been slipping. Believes in StarClan with all his heart, he hopes that someday he'll be worthy of walking among the starry fields of the ancients, and longs to be something to his Clan, more than anything.
Played by Secretki
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Crescendonote
A white blur; that's all you see before this she-cat is upon you. Her paws are light, barely scuffing the ground as she seemingly floats over the earth with a ethereal grace. Her frame is slender, only hinting at the battle-hardened muscles just beneath her skin. She has long, delicate legs. When she was a kit, she was a scrawny, little thing, and her legs made her look like a potato on stilts, wobbling precariously with each step. But her body grew intoher legs as she aged. Now, her beauty shines through, endearing to any tom who is close enough to lay eyes on her. Her coat is silky, waves upon ruffles of satin-soft fur overlapping to create her perfectly groomed pelt. Each morning, she wakes and, after lingering for a few minutes to regain full consciousness, she begins to wash, twisting her head to lap at her back and neck. She is very aware of her appearance, and always works hard to maintain the enchanting picture that is her appearance today. Her coat is lightly hued, a pallid orange-white that glimmers opaquely in the natural light.Creamy white blankets the majority of her body. Her eyes are almond-shaped, with long, dark lashes curling over them. They're a beautiful blue with the slightest tincture of brown. Crescendo's first memory is one of looking up at a blue sky, swirled with cumulus gray clouds that blocked the sunlight. Her parents she had no memory of. When she is a good mood, she imagines them as kind cats who only left her because they had to. When anger overtakes her, she thinks of them as cruel cats who had never really wanted a kit.
Rped by Mocking
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Blossomspirit
This beautiful she-cat is outgoing, loyal, and talented. She is white but her face is black, and she has bright blue eyes. Shyness does not desrcibe her she is really outgoing she is not afraid to says what she thinks, which could also be a weakness. Cheerful and well liked throughout the clan. Despite her cheerful self no one really knew what her previous life had been. She is full of secrets. When ever anybody asks about her past she would hiss and walk away. Only her closest friends had a tiny peek at her past.
Rped by Brightspirit717
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Pantherleap
A Tom black as night. His golden gaze seems to pierce through your pelt. Pantherleap is all bite no bark. Or meow anyway. Pantherleap is a //massive// black dapple Tom with golden eyes like the stars liquified themselves and became his eyes. He seems to have eagle talons for claws and knives for teeth. His enormous paws boost him up in size. By the time he was apprenticed he was the size of a warrior! He loved with all his heat his dead mate Moonfeather. She was going to give birth to his kits. He has been quiet and deadly ever since then.
Spotteddapple577
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Hazelraccoon
Divine Beauty. Inside, and outside. This cat seems to be nothing more than an illusion to most. A legacy, she is trying to become, to redeem herself from her past mistakes. A kind cat, she is, though she has a dark aura, misleading most cats to think she is evil. Hazelraccoon tries to be stand-outish, due to her past. Her battle skills are very good, though her tracking skills are the best of the best. Hazelraccoon is the daughter of Northernlights and Wastedflame. She has light cream colored fur with brown rings around her tail. Her past lies deep in only this cat's memories, as she tries to forget the cat she once was. Actually, she wasn't a bad cat in the past, she was simply a nusiance. She was unwanted, unneeded. So, she began to fill with hatred. That's where our story begins. Hazelraccoon was born in Winterclan as Hazelkit, with her three siblings, Hollykit, Missingkit, and Skykit. Hollykit and Hazelkit were the upmost best friends. They were always together. But in Hazelkit's downside, she was always the shadow of her sister. Her sister Hollykit was cooler than Hazelkit. She was smarter, stronger, and more mischevious than Hazelkit. This made Hazelkit grow envious and filled with hatred for every living thing. So when she became the age of an apprentice, she had given up. None of the cats even knew she was living in the clan, in fact, she was once accused of being a tresspasser. So one day, Hazelraccoon left. She simply left, without a trace. The she-cat never told anyone she was leaving, nor told anyone where she was heading. She traveled for a couple moons, going past many other clans, and many cats. But then, she met an old loner by the Pondclan border. The loner was named Wally. Wally hated Hazelraccoon's attitude and decided to teach her a lesson by giving her a large lecture. So suddenly, Wally whacked Hazelraccoon across the head, making her black out. When she awoke, she was in Pondclan camp, obviously in the Medicine cat den. But Hazelraccoon had felt unusual. It was like she saw the world in a whole new way. She felt kind and happy for once. It was like that old loner had knocked some sense into her. When she was well enough to walk without a headache, she faced the leader of Pondclan herself and begged to let her join this peaceful clan. Her time in the medicine cat's den had given she time to gain friends in Pondclan, friendships that she couldn't bear to lose. So, the leader of Pondclan accepted her. Ever since, she has lived in Pondclan as a warrior. Of course, she hasn't gained full acceptance yet, though day by day she is getting closer to having everybody accept her as a full member of Pondclan. Hazelraccoon loves her clan like nothing else in the world and she wants only the best for her clan. And when it comes to her motto, slow and steady wins the race.

Rp by Tempestfrost

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*Evenlight

A silvery white tabby she-cat with emerald green eyes and a white chest and paws. Her fur is unusually long and flowing, a characteristic that only makes her more beautiful This is no cat to mess with. Evenkit is a hard-headed she-cat with a fierce attitude, and won't be pushed around by her peers. She has the fighting ability as well as the skills required for hunting. The only thing she can't do is not do the things she can. Evenkit strives to be better that what others expect her to become. Her mother is Rushingmelody, and her littermates are Fallenkit, Rosekit, Eveningkit, and Dreamkit. She is the cleverest of the bunch and is always full of ideas. Evenkit has a curious way of fighting. When confronted by an enemy, she feigns and askes as spastic as possible. They tend to underestimate her and end up on the wron side of her claws. Evenkit prefers to hunt from above, surprising her prey (and often her enemies) with a surprise attack from the unexpected. Evenkit wants a mate and kits in the future, as she is hoping to have kin that takes after herself. Her magical personality sparks interest and wonder in those around her.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Hushedmelody
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Memories can haunt cats you know... Their way of replaying the scene whether it be happiness of sadness. You will remember it forever. Seeing your parents and siblings slaughtered in front of your eyes isn't a easy thing to watch, but she still remembers it. Her fur is a pure-white, with small silver flecks that lace her pelt. She has eyes of a shimmering moonpool, shining with such intertwining mystery. Hushedkit will not be silenced. Her father, Phoenixfury was a very respectable tom, who cherished the warrior code with everything he had. Who knew a she-cat could soon change that? He fell in love with a speckled tortoiseshell kittypet named Piper. Maybe it was her lushous green eyes, or maybe her bright shining personality.., but he fell hard. He'd spend every nightfall with her, sharing everything he had. Piper defied her fence, living in the forest as a rouge. She wanted out of twolegs and soft pellets of food.. She wanted love. That's when Hushedkit, Twistkit, and Sluethkit were born. A large tom named Archer hated Phoenixfury and his kits, mostly because he was in love with the dappled she-cat. He murdered them, one by one, even her siblings. She saw it all. Hushedkit hid in the crack of a rock, hiding behind tendrils. Her siblings were separated from her, having no choice but to face death. Tears fell from dusk to dawn. They never stopped.She is quite knowledgeable when it comes to herbs and medicines, considering shes only but 5 moons old. Feversplash found her, pelt matted with her parent's blood and Pondclan took her in. She will never forget the past and puts a hesitant, yet brave paw into the future.
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
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Torrentpool
a sleek silver tom with green eyes. Torrentpool is your average cat, he loves hunting, fighting, and being part of a clan. But he also loves swimming. In PondClan maybe thats not such a big deal, but in other places cats that swim is strange. If he could Torrentpool would live in the water, he once told his friend, Leapingfish that he feels so free when he's swimming. Torrentpool used to hate the water though, when he was an apprentice he fell in and nearly drowned and for moons he was to scared to swim again, but when Leapingfish, an amazing fisher, and Artemis, a cat also afraid of the water, persuaded him to join them he tried it again. Leapingfish was a good teacher and both he and Artemis learned to swim that day, ever since then if he has free time he's at the pond. Sometimes, when someone is looking for him, someone will tell them to look at the pond. But swimming isn't his whole life, he still hunts, fights, patrols and wishes to have a family one day. See, normal right?
Rped by Nightdream14.
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*Iceheart
A gray she-cat with four white paws, and piercing bright blue eyes. She was born with much curiousity, and she always looks forward to being a warrior. She always takes after her mother, and she'll do her best she can for her clan. Her favorite food is rabbit, vole, water vole, and her favorite time of year is greenleaf. She hopes to have her own mate and kits some day, and she loves to go out and hunt whenever she has a chance. She is a strong, courageous, dependent cat, and she is always ready and waiting to be assigned to go out and do something else for her clan. PondClan is her home and birth clan, and yet no matter what happens she will always be loyal to her clan PondClan.
Rp'd by Icehailed
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*Musicaldynamic
A sleek black and white she-cat with vivid green eyes. She has a fiery temper and isn't one that should be crossed. She has rather sharp abilities and the determination and will to do what she believes to be true. Her mother is Symphony and her twin brother is Concertkit. She loves her brother, but admits that he can be a pain. Yet the two are almost inserperable. Musicalpaw adores PondClan and is a loyal warrior. Her best friend is Evenlight.
Rped by Naturecat

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Wyntersnap
Cracks, like the ones in the fragile, hardened earth, adorn her pelt, a hindrance to the radiance of her fur. The sun illuminates her ghostly pelt and highlights the sheen of her pelt. A thin blanket of fur covers her bony, petite figure, her ribs clearly visible beneath the facade. Guarded turquoise eyes stare at you accusingly, staring deep into your very soul Who is this she-cat, the one with the fatal frame and frighting eyes? Though she desperately tries to stay hidden, her name is well-known amongst the land: Wyntersnap. With a twisted and gruesome past, Wyntersnap is fragile in more than just one sense; her memories are scarred with the tragedies that befalled her only a few moons ago. Despite herhardships, she retained her fearsome status as a natural-born predator even when she officially joined the Clan. Few cats know of this past; she refuses to speak to anybody about it, and goes quiet whenever her backstory is mentioned. Though some see her as a smug, arrogant know-it-all character who wishes nothing but total destruction of her enemies, Wyntersnap is more than that. Harbouring an extreme dislike of prejudice, Wyntersnap will lash out at anyone who wrongs her; some think this is disgusting and unbefitting of a warrior, but Wyntersnap was taught at an early age to fight her enemies to the death if necessary, and be unforgiving and implacable. Wyntersnap is cold, cynical and sarcastic; a sharp remark or retort seems to always accompany her speech. She also talks in a rather misleading way; her answers to questions are riddled with..well, riddles. Cryptic and reserved, she isn't everybody's favourite warrior, but she's one of the most respected and revered for her undying loalty and service to her Clan.
яeflect

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Nightfright
Lethal. Fierce. Unforgiving. Eternal hatred. Nightfright. Just his name will send chills up your spine. He has a definition like no other. His bi-polar disorder makes him switch from sweet to deadly in one moment. If words could kill, every cat who has ever talked to him would be dead. If looks could kill, every cat existing would be dead. Furious, yet blank midnight blue eyes stare through your soul and seem to slash through your flesh. Onyx black fur with a hint of glossy grey makes him perfect for night-hunting, which is obviously what he prefers. Silver tings his muzzle and flecks around his deep eyes. His wiry build makes him easy to slip and slink through small cracks and openings and through close trees. His short fur is always well-groomed and never gets snagged on twigs and thorns. Nightfright's long black claws could kill a cat in a split-second, but surprisingly, he would never do that. He was known to be abusive when he was younger. His children, Venomfeather and Cinderpool, could tell you that. He has since then tried to be better and does not lay a claw or tooth on a cat unless it's playing around or in a battle.
RPed by xPumpxItx

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Runningfawn
She's beautiful and tall. Sweet and innocent unless in battle. Caring and passionate. She is Runningfawn. Her pretty light brown coat is marked with little white dapples, just like a fawn. Her eyes are a crisp, leafy green that shine with an unnatural dazzle. She's light on her feet and wonderful at hunting. A small stubby tail makes it a bit hard to balance, but it also adds to her deer look. She is very quick, of course, due to her long legs, and can get things done lickity split. Her soft voice and big eyes make her even more attractive so toms have a hard time talking to her which makes her laugh. It's quite an annoying laugh that squeaks and is very loud. That instantly makes the toms run away, which, in turn, creates a river of tears from Runningfawn. Her graceful appearance can't hide that crazy laugh of hers. She is very fragile, both mentally and physically, so she spends an incredible amount of time with the Medicine Cat. She's determined to prove herself and she's determined to quiet down her obnoxious laugh. She dreams of having a mate and kits someday but she's not too focused on that. Right now her duties to Pondclan come first.
RPed by xPumpxItx
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Skycrying
A shy pure white she-cat with bright blue eyes clear like the sky after a rainy day. Her grandfather Mousefoot took her in after her parents died in a rouge fight. She is extremely uneasy around others and therefore tends not to make friends easily. Most cats would look at her and call her a freak for not interacting with others but to be truthful she is just scared of everything. Seeing your parents die and being held back to watch them bleed to death isn't exactly the imagine a young she-cat as herself should grow up. Skypaw always had the hard life but she would never complain about anything, always keeping it inside. For instance, after the rouges killed her parents they captured her and did terrible things. Some how her grandfather found her skinny and barely breathing in the woods after the rouges discarded her to die alone. He took her back to the camp after the incident she was brought back to the camp of Pondclan where she lives now.
RPed by ForestWing
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Toris
With a long, silky brown pelt and deep, dark oceanic blue eyes, it's hard not to like Toris. Even from a distance he has a naturally friendly look about him; maybe it's his weak smile that he usually wears on his countenance - or the way he laughs at a joke; it's a light, soft laugh, a timid one. Either way, Toris is easily likeable, but maybe that's because he can appear so vulnerable - he's often taken advantage upon by larger cats. Because of this he can get bullied around a lot, and has become nervous and timid, beginning to tremble and shiver whenever others are around. His timidness can often be mistaken for shyness, but this is not the case. Toris isn't shy, and has no trouble talking, especially when he's hanging around Feliks, a friend of his. Toris enjoys the simple pleasures of life, and doesn't mind Feliks' obnoxiousness or inability to have a serious look on reality. He's a nice tomcat, he really is, but his timidness can make it hard for him to make true friends, and even then it's rather impossible to not even accidentally take advantage of him; he's just that sort of cat. He was once a loner, occupying the streets under the control of a stray cat gang. Bullied around and often viciously abused, Toris didn't have many friends, his only friend being Feliks, whom also liked to take control of him and push him around like a dead mouse. Depressed and timid, the tomcat trudged through life carefully, hoping not to ignite the wrath of a tough rogue tom that enjoyed picking on him. When strange occurrences began happening on the street he lived in, and when cats began disappearing, Toris grasped the chance to flee the alleys with Feliks. With a bit of persuasion Feliks and him took off in search of a new life, leaving past friends and enemies behind. It was a long, arduous journey, but in the end Toris and Feliks finally arrived at PondClan. Accepted into the friendly community of cats, Toris and Feliks had no idea how tough it would be to adjust to their new lifestyles. On the streets it was 'every cat for himself' - but here it was 'protect your clanmates' and 'be loyal to your Clan.' Toris had difficulty getting used to his duties as a warrior. Even to this day he and Feliks have still not fully adjusted. Their hearts do not lie with PondClan, and both toms know this - yet they have no where else to go, and life as a Clan cat is their only option left. So they try to accommodate life as a warrior into their reality; they do not, however, accept warrior-names, liking their original names much better.
RPed by ♠åçë·ôƒ·šÞåðëš♠

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Feliks
His pelt is a soft, shaded blonde, seeming to shine when exposed to the sunlight; his eyes are a deep, dark green, greener than freshly sprouted grass in spring after a long and dark winter; he's long-legged and long-haired, his golden fur seeming to drape like curtains over his skin. Lithe and quick, from the distance he looks regal and powerful, a true tom of PondClan; however, when you approach him and and he opens his mouth...well, you can't judge by appearances, right? Feliks may look strong and magnificent from afar, but when he starts talking you see him in a different light. He has a rather feminine look about him, and when he speaks his words are often broken by the usual 'like' or 'totally'. Yes, he certainly speaks like a female, and even looks like one. Some judge him for it, claiming he's 'too feminine' or 'too weird' for a tomcat. But Feliks doesn't really care what others think of him. In fact, you could say he's quite oblivious to it all. He's always cheery, and never takes anything seriously. His carefree nature and his lack of ability to view any situation without an ounce of seriousness can be considered a fault, though to Feliks it's just a part of his unique personality. Feliks can be obnoxious and self-centered without even knowing it, but he does have a good heart, and cares deeply for his friends, though he doesn't like to show it. He's fun-loving, and enjoys joking around; he's usually seen with his friend Toris, who puts up with his obnoxiousness and hangs around him. Feliks was originally born a loner, and wandered the streets for a few moons. He was associated with many other cats, though he was mainly close to his friend Toris, whom he formed an 'alliance' with. However, as the moons passed, many things began to occur on his beloved streets. More twolegs appeared, scurrying around in their bright orange, artificial fur.They seemed serious about something, and though Toris became quite distressed by the disturbance the Twolegs were causing all the strays, Feliks didn't worry; instead he dismissed his troubles and casually went about his business. Things changed, however, when the loners and rogues occupying the streets began to disappear mysteriously. The worry amounting upon the strays turned to a heavy, startling fear as reality hit the cats hard; the twolegs were doing something that destroyed the possible future of their lives. Many loners departed their allies, choosing to journey and find a home elsewhere, while others stayed, refusing to leave the streets because of some 'annoying twolegs.' If it wasn't for Toris Feliks would have been among the ones that stayed; so, reluctantly, Feliks and Toris left. The other cats, whom Feliks had come to known as friends, had already ran off to different Clans, while some stayed behind. With Toris he trekked for many days, the future clouded with uncertainty. Of course, for Feliks, the journey was just a fun adventure. With his inability to take even the most grim of situations seriously the feminine tomcat ran ahead, casual and laid-back, obviously enjoying their fun adventure. Finally the two came across PondClan. Feliks, being extremely shy of strangers, hid behind Toris while his companion did all the talking and found acceptance for both of them into the Clan. It was difficult for Feliks and Toris to adjust; they were used to the city-life, where every cat looked out for himself. Even now they still have trouble knowing their place. Feliks often lazily refuses to preform his duties as a warrior and Toris has difficulty facing his fears and looking out for his Clanmates. The two refused warrior-names, Feliks claiming that 'they were so, totally not cool' and Toris explaining, a little more tactfully, that accepting new names and discarding their old ones would be like having a new identity all together.Adjusting to a different life would be hard enough - but having their identities stripped away from them would be too cruel.
RPed by ♠åçë·ôƒ·šÞåðëš♠
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Blackheart
Blackheart is a mischeivious young warrior with, you guessed it, a shiny black pelt. He is rather quiet, and this often causes him to be consider shy or a bad listen--neithe rof which is true. He listens to every word spoken and digests it, and often returns with a much more pronounced response than most. He always thinks before he speaks and considers himself a good helper. He is a massive cat, but he does not enjoy fighting and is often determined to avoid conflict. He is a charming cat with deep blue eyes that show concern when need be. He is not easily frightened, thus young apprentices like to make games out of scaring him--though they have never succeeded.
RPed bydrizzleheart
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Fawnspirit
A little light tan she-cat with bright sky blue eyes and the most graceful cat. She has white flecks under her eyes and near her tail that makes her look like a fawn with it's Bambi spots. She loves being alone and listening to the sounds of the forest. Her name fits her perfectly and she is everything like a deer, to her looks, her graceful movements, and her polite and quite temperament. She has a very rare anger that when it does show up destroys anything it her path. She is very polite and very easy to love but she makes sure her point gets known and doesn't take any attitudes. She is social but few know her history and she doesn't talk about herself unless it is to her closest friends. She wants to find a mate to tell herself completely about but something in her history caused her to have trust issues and she finds it hard to find the right cat to fall in love with or notice it when someone falls in love with her. She has no family and it pains her to see the family with in Pondclan.
Rped by Silvierfire1734
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Thunderousdance
A small, lean she-cat with brilliant hazel eyes. Her multiple colored pelt makes her stand out the most of all cats. Her pelt consists of shades of dark gray and black. A dusty blue color is also included in this list. Now, others think that this cat is a sweet and just plain out obedient. But, that is a false statement. She is actually more of a obstinate cat. Ambitions rise in her soul, though they have yet to come out. Her ambitions are not cruel but aren't merciful either. She just wants to be respected and she would do anything to be respected throughout the clan and other clans. But, no, she is treated horrendously and let's just say she doesn't like that. Thunderousdance just needs to grow up from her childish ways. She has to figure that out before she can grow up and become something more than just herself, a nobody. Thunderousdance's desire is to grow up and have kits with someone special.
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Lullabybliss
A beautiful, no, gorgeous, creamy white she-cat with bright, sparkling sapphire blue eyes. Sweet, gentle and very considerate, a little angel. That's want you think until you've seen her fuming, then she let's out her inner beast. Fierce, fearless and unforgiving in battle, this beauty turns into a monster, but thankfully not that often. Lullabybliss' voice is smooth and sweet as honey, and has a strange, soothing edge to it. Silent and quick, she specializes in ambush attacks and hunts. Sneaking up on her enemy's with the silents of night, not being notice until her razor sharp claws carve their flanks and take out balls of fur. Lullabybliss is very protective of her family and friends. one wrong move with them, and you're dead meat. When it come's to herself, she does not really care that much, say she has a deep gash in her side and a friend of her has a thorn in their paw, she will fuss over them and refuse to let them do the same with her. Lullabybliss has never though about having a mate, but she wouldn't mind having one, one day. Lullabybliss has only one living kin, and that is her sister Nightmarehorror whom left the clan the very day she go her Warrior's name and has been living the life of a Rouge ever since.
Rped by Dark.Shadows

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Ferretscar-
He has dark golden fur. Light green eyes, more striking than any of his features. This tom has a history. One that has never left him. He is Ferretscar. Born a young kit in PondClan, this tom was far from normal, or a cat that anyone would want to be around. He was a trouble maker, and most likely got his way half of the time. Ferretscar is large and has wide paws, and long sharp talons that he sharpens almost everyday on barks of trees in the forest. He is gravely aware of the cats who watch him. The ones who talk about him behind his back. It's no surprise to the tom. His ambitions carry him around the day. He watches the leaders he has, and has opinions that he is not afraid to voice. To any cat. On the inside Ferretscar is tough and brooding, but on the inside he is slowly withering away. He knows he is depressed but can't help his crazy and rude ways. It's how he is. Ferretscar does wish on a long life and a mate that will get who he is. One that will not judge him for the things he can't control, but the cat he is inside.
Rper Heathersong981

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BrambleHeart

BrambleHeart is a loving and kind soul. Being the shy cat she is, she doesnt have many friends. She wants that one freind who is your best, the one you spend your best times with. She has deep, but light hazel eyes. Her pelt is that of a maine **** cat. With a muscular body and sharp teeth, she makes a good warrior. But hunting her is best ability. Needles for claws, and the hearing of a bat helps her in the search of food. She often connects with starclan in her dreams, but hasn't told anyone. One day, she hopes to find the love of her life, somone whom she can tell all her deepest secrets.

Rp by AwsomePawsome

Apprentices

*Concertpaw (master)
A sleek black and white tom with gold eyes. He has one of the most vivacious spirits of any cat you will ever meet. He is the son of Symphony, and has a twin sister, Musicalkit. Concertkit is always eager for adventure and will plunge into danger just for the sake of the experience. He does have a calm, thoughtful side to him, however. Concerkit is a natural leader, and has the compassionate abilities that accompany a good leader. Yet Concertkit prefers to remain a warrior, and has no interest in leadership, but is a loyal warrior. His best friend is Frozenkit.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Frozenpaw (tiger)
A silvery tom with black tiger markings, deep blue eyes, anda vivacious spirit. He is the son of Icegliss, a noble she-cat and devoted member of PondClan. Frozenkit has a brother, Iciclekit, whom he would protect with his life. Frozenkit loves to be around the she-cats and wants a mate one day. He loves to play with other kits and aspires to be a legendary warrior of PondClan. He does not like fish, like his father, so his mother says. Frozenkit is a better hunter than anything.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Iciclepaw (fur)
A handsome white tom with black markings around his eyes, and a black tiger striped pelt. He is a more docile cat compared to his headstrong brother, and tends to think before he plunges into a situation. Iciclekit's mother is Icegliss, and he loves her dearly. He has an older brother, Frozenkit. Iciclekit never met his father, and is determined to find him one day. His strong point is hunting, and he wants to be a noble warrior of PondClan to be admired in the long furture.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Freepaw [fall]
Freedom always has a cost. The harsh reality of survival happens to be it. The weak wither and die while the strong live to fight another day. This tom certainly knows where he stands, ever since his birth he has had the claws of death trying to grab at him. Each time the young daredevil has returned with a tale to tell, but what happens when his luck runs out? He'll join the ranks of the dead, but still he continues without a care. Endangering his life like it is his will to die. Much to his mother's protests who has lost more than any cat should have to endure, yet he still doesn't listen. The truth is he only does it because he's punishing her. Punishing her because of his heritage. He a half clan kit, born to Hailquiver of PondClan and Lemonfrost of WaterClan. He hates his mother for this and finds every opportunity to remind her of it. He's not normally so cruel, in fact he is a very loving tom. He treats his clan mates with respect, especially his elders. He has no hate for anyone other than his mother who he closely resembles much to his dislike. His white coat swallows his lithe figure reaching up to a plumed tail and two turquoise irises that burn and bubble like melting ice. They are gentle eyes filled with a resentful spirit that casts a darkened shadow into their depths. They only light up when he's with his siblings or clan mates.The ones he truly trusts with all his heart. It's easy for him to form attachments and remain a loyal friend for the rest of his life time. Loyalty is a key strength of this influenced by his mother's decision. He hopes everyone will look past his half clan heritage and see the loyal PondClanner that he is.
Rped by Mousely
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*Tropicalpaw (sun)
Sleek ashen grey fur, big blue-green eyes. This she-cat is gorgeous. Tropicalsun is a very outspoken cat, who has an optimistic attitude to match. She hates it when her clanmates wallow in self-pity, and does her best to cheer them up in any way she can. A bright aura surrounds her, spreading smiles and laughter wherever she goes. On some very, rare occasions, she shows her other moods. Tropical Wave, sadness, Tropical Fall, zone out, Tropical Breeze, laughter, and Tropical Storm, anger. Over all, Tropicalsun is a very lovable, dedicated she-cat, who would do anything for someone she loves, including giving up her own life. She has a small crush on Vixenash, but won't let her feelings get in the way of everyday life.
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
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Songpaw (fire)
Slender silver she-cat with very sleek, long legs. Her paws and tail are blacker than the night, dark as a raven's feather, and thick darker grey stripes run up her body. Her eyes are a dark icy blue, the colour of the dark navy blue sky, and twinkle as if her gaze is filled with stars. She loves to hunt and run in the forest, and loves looking up at the moon at night. She is a re-incarnation of a she-cat who lived once ago in Ancient CreekClan, a former leader of the once famous Clan, as well as a former warrior, and was sent back to start a new life, where this time, maybe the Clan she joins will not be destroyed. Her blood courses through many Clans, but most most of all NightClan, though she and her kin don't know it. She can have a bad temper if you get on her bad side, and is fairly skilled at fighting. Is loyal to her Clan and friends and would throw herself into the path of death to save them.
RPed by Secretkit.
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Deadpaw [seeker]
Dark brown and black splotched tom, with hard yellow eyes and black paws. He is a timid tom at times, and keeps his opinions to himself unless he feels it's necessary to impress them upon his peers. He was born under cruel circumstances, and over the moons has grown to bear a hardened, wicked heart; however he does not know this. He has hidden that terrible fact from himself, tried to push it away into a different part of himself, and has tried to be loyal to his Clan and friends. A menacing growl often emits from this slender tom's throat when he's irritated, and he hates being made fun of. Seems to always be searching for something, but what? He himself doesn't know.
Rped by Secretkit.
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Endlesspaw [rain]
Tender white-grey speckled she-cat, with striking blue eyes the colour of early morning skies. She strides across terra firma as if she owns it, and has a mind of her own, as quickly becomes obvious once you are first acquainted with this friendly she-cat. A little too chatty for her own good, but most of her friends don't mind, and take it. Endlessrain has gone through so much during her life, but she doesn't remember much of it, having chosen to forget it. Loves to walk through the forest on rainy days and soak in the damp freshness, and hates beetles.
RPed by Secretkit.
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Heavypaw [heart]
Dark stone grey tom, sturdy and strong. Has long legs that help him to prowl through the forest like a true hunter, and dark green eyes the colour of leaves in spring. Loves that season, spring. He loves nothing other than walking through the forest and smell the flowers, take in the scenery, hunt with friends and family. A true romantic, he wouldn't harm another Clanmate, and forgives quite easily. Something of a poet, but doesn't think he's too good at it, so keeps his mouth shut. His favourite sound is running water.
RPed by Secretkit.
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Bluepaw(jay)
Like a simple melody floating on the air, Bluejay makes her way through life. With long, messy blue-gray fur and dazzling blue eyes, she soars above the rest, in a land of her own. A land where happiness, dedication, devotion, and faith dominate, leading her to a beautiful existance. 'Optimistic' is an understatement in the case of this energetic furball, in fact, her outlook on life could be compared to the warmth and light of the life-giving sun. This little ray of sunshine wasn't always so content, though. There was a time when she was lost, depressed, and disconnected from the rest of the world. It was before PondClan; her mother birthed her, but when Bluejay finally opened her eyes, it was emptiness that greeted her. After a moon of tender love from her mother, the plump little loner left her birth-home, foraging in twoleg trash cans to keep herself alive. She knew neither where she belonged, nor who she was or would be. Finally, she stumbled upon PondClan, where she asked to be accepted. Her wish was readily granted, and from that moment on, her devotion to her leader and Clanmates has flourished. StarClan lead her every step of the way, and the anticipation for the small she-cat's future is fiercely burning, along withg her happiness and easy acceptance and love of others.
Played by Amberflame
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Frostpaw {whisker}
A lively silvery tom with long whiskers and cobalt blue eyes. He his the son of Topazwhisker and Airelegacy, leaders of PondClan, and is very proud of his heritage. His littermates are Platinumkit, Whitekit, Turtlekit, and Mistletoekit. Frostkit has a close bond with his older brother Platinumkit, andthey can usually be found being up to some kind of mischeif. Frostkit is a very intellectual cat who likes to think things through before going about with any actions. His quick thinking and clever mindset help make him a skilled fighter and seasoned hunter. Frostkit is a good debator, and one can expect a good conversation with this vivacious tom. His strongpoint would be fighting. Frostkit has more of that agile yet stocky build that gives him the advantage of speed in battle. He isn't very big, but Frostkit is considered a rather large tom. He loves his parents dearly and would do anything to protect them. He admires them especially for their humble being and hopes to be like them when he becomes an experienced warrior. PondClan means as lot to this tomcat, and Frostkit wants to do all in his power to ensure that the clan remains safe and secure. He wants a mate one day, and hopes that they can remain together until they die and be able to raise a litter of kits. Frostkit inherited his father's unique whisker spasms.
Rped by Naturecat
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Applepaw [orchard]
Mamma's girl at heart. Always has been, always will be. A splitting image of her mother. Maybe a few shades lighter in colour. Coat as white as a freshly bloomed snowdrop, as fluffy as the creatures called 'sheep.' A pure crisp white. Her eyes are a gleaming apple-green, hence her name, which shows true beauty and innocence. Though many don't get to see her stunning eyes. Shyness is her best friend, her mothers side her favorite place, even as a warrior. She usually has her head bowed when speaking to new cats or those she doesn't know particularly well. However, she has the sweetest of natures! Loyal and trustworthy. She is well liked by everyone who gets to know her. Appleorchard has a tendency to become jealous of others at times, though she doesn't voice her opinions, and wishes she could be more confident and out there. However, what she doesn't know is that people are jealous of her. Of her beauty on the inside and out. This she-cat is pretty incredible when it comes to common knowledge, knowing the names of most of the creatures she comes across, seeming to know the gossip from other clans etc. She is a wonderful ally and a great friend. Just, don't throw yourself on her otherwise she'll become very shy and won't open herself up. She loves her siblings a whole lot, from the same father or not, she doesn't care. Neither does she hold anything against Lemonfrost. She loves her father, Honorabledestroyer, though he sometimes intimidates her, and her mother, Hailquiver, really is her idol and safe-haven. Loving; Shy; Beautiful. Want advice? Get to know her.
Rped by cobwebpaw

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*Hartpaw (spring)
a long-legged, red-gold tom with dark gold eyes and short, thick fur. He is a fantastic runner, can swim proficiently, and leaps over obstacles with ease; but is not very fond of climbing trees. His personality, headstrong, dignified and occasionally arrogant, can be irksome to some cats; but Hartspring’s unswerving loyalty, courage, and utter concentration in the face of danger redeems his other characteristics. He is also a fierce fighter, fond of springing high in the air over his opponents and diving down on them, claws extended; a decent hunter as well. His history is proud and ancient: after the olde CreekClan was scattered to the four winds, the bloodline of noble Stagstar of CreekClan was scattered too. Hartspring of CreekClan was a direct relation to Stagstar, and one of his descendants found refuge in PondClan when the clan was driven away. This Hartspring can trace his lineage straight back to both aforementioned CreekClan cats. And, similar to his ancestors, he is regal and aristocratic, courteous and gallant. But hopefully he will not endure the same problems that his namesake was forced to face, all in the name of love.
Played by warriorstar.

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Queens

Featherfern

A pretty silver tabby with white paws and bright green eyes. She isfun loving and kind, a friend to everyone. She is a good fighter and a great hunter. She has no ambition to be a leader and if she did one day become one it would be because of her loyalty and skill. As a kit she nearly drowned and as a result is a bit skittish about water, though she can swim. As far as she knows she has no living kin. She wants kits one day, she wants her kits to have a family because she didn't have one.
RPed by Nightdream14
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Hollyfire
A firey ginger she-cat with a black-tipped tail, black-tipped ears and black patches on her fur. She has green eyes. She is very spirited and protective. As one of the oldest kits she makes it her job to protect her family. Her parents are the two cats she trusts more then anyone. Her mother, Featherfern, is like her best friend and her father, Shadowdancer, is a cat she knows will be there for her forever.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Beta
A light brown she-cat with ginger, white, black, and grey patches. She is quite an unusual cat, in both looks and attitude. Her liquid blue eyes a dazzling shade of shappire. Beta has a ever changing attitude. Sometimes she is friendly, sometimes plain mean. However she is always willing to listen to her older brother, Alpha. She only joined PondClan because her brother begged her to. Actually she isn’t a social cat and prefers the peace and quiet. Once a killer always a killer. Or at least that’s what her father always told her. You see Beta once killed a cat, in a forced fight. It has tormented her ever since and her father’s evil growl still wakes her up at night. Her name is also a secret and she guards it carefully. Beta’s true name is ‘Styx’ though it used to be something much different. When she is finally able to forgive herself she hopes she can find belonging and love.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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Finallyfree
pretty cream she-cat with fur as soft as a rabbits. Her brilliant green eyes are captivating. Finallyfree has a very delicate nature, like she'll break at any moment. Her gorgeous eyes always look sad and thoughtful, and she's afraid to let any cat to close to her heart. Her sister, Featherfer, who raised her as her own kit, told her its probably because she misses Skychaser, their mother. Bt although she does miss her mother she also blames herself for her death. Finallyfree is the smallest, and the youngest. She found out, as a very young kit, that her mother died of blood loss and exhustion didn't help matters, so now she believe that if she hadn't been born her mother would have recovered. Every night she thinks about the kind of cat her mother might have been, and oh how she wishes she could meet her. Finallyfree is a good hunter, but a very poor fighter, she has no problems sitting some fights out. In PondClan she has a lot of family and a few friends, but she also has Vanillaswirl. The she-cats hate eachother. Vanillaswirl thinks Finallyfree is to fragile and sad while Finallyfree believes Vanillaswirl is just a horrible clanmate. For now she doubts any tom will take an interest in her, but she wants love and a family. But she promises herself she'll never leave her kits like Skychaser left hers.
Rped by: Nightdream14
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*Icegliss

A work of art, that is what comes to mind when one looks upon the angelic figure of Icegliss. Her fur is a silvery, flowing white, and her eyes are pale sapphires. The splashes of silver on her fur give Icegliss a sheen that gives the impression of glistening ice. She was not born in PondClan, but came across it in her early years. She was expecting a litter of kits then, and the leader was kind enough to take her in. She is good friends with Larkwing and enjoys spending time with queens in the nursery. Icegliss' kits will never grow up with a father figure. She knows the father is Froststorm of WinterClan, but no longer contacts the respectable tom. Her wish is to see her kits grow up to be respected warriors to be proud of.

Rped by Naturecat

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*Symphony
A lovely ensemble of fawn, bracken, and black colours, and a white splash on her chest. Her eyes are a yellowish green colour, though no one can say for sure which one is dominant. Symphony happens to be an excellent fighter, though she is more of a pacifist when it comes to physical
conflict. She was asked to join PondClan by her long lost kithood friend, Splashfur. She came with her two kits, - and Musicalkit and Concertkit. She is very protective of them after their father passed away. She misses her mate dearly, and plans never to find another.
Rped by Naturecat
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*Willowbreeze
She has a creamy white pelt with small patches of black throughout it. Her eyes are a soft blue she is really shy but does not give up very easily even if she is hurt she is detremend.She loves to help out in the clan anyway she can she has a scar going down her spine to her back left paw from a fight she was in when she was still a apprentice she does not talk about it much.She lost her family to two-legs when she was still a apprentice she does not know what has become of them she was born and raised in PondClan.Her mate Darkfur was killed by a badger protecting her so she could get back to camp and get more warriors when she came back with more warriors they killed the badger but he was also dead.She is getting ready to have her first litter of kits in a few more weeks and she can't wait until they are born.
rped by Bluestarlover12
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Ultimatefire
Glorious. One word to describe this unusual she-cat is glorious. Her frame is slender yet lean, much like her mother's. Her face is a pretty smooth triangle shape. Her muzzle/snout is longer than average but not too long while her eyes are big and magnificent. Ultimatefire's beautiful figure is tall and graceful, yet it seems as though she is the contrary. That is because she is extremely fragile and breaks her bones easily. The Medicine Cat and Medicine Cat Apprentice are used to seeing her in their den because of that, but she still tries her best to live up to warrior standard. She has an ultimate, determined fire burning within just as her name describes her. She can come up with any possible way to counter-act the fact that she breaks her bones left to right. Ultimatefire has a heart of pure gold. It is always strong and is always willing to do anything that seems impossible. She is extraordinarlily kind and sweet so the elders and warriors love her. She is also the proud daughter of Nightspirit and Emberstar. Some think that her and her siblings (all gone or deceased) Serenesoul, Shadowstance, Shimmersplash, Scorchfoot, Harmonykit, Brinekit, and Thunderkit, get judged harder because of her dad being a former Leader and her mom formerly a marvelous, well respected warrior, but that is not exactly true. She believes that she needs to live up to her parents, though, so she is training constantly. Her pelt is a fire-color and is a bit fluffy like her father's while her nose is a bright shock-pink. Flame stripes sear down her pelt and end at the edge of her underbelly. Her pretty fur is spotted with white and grey speckles on her muzzle and her ears are a dark jet black. It is great for hunting in the fall or hiding away from others when upset. Well, all seasons exept for leaf-bare when it's all white. Ultimatefire used to be very close to her siblings, but after their father's death, the kits seemed to drift farther apart. It didn't help when her and her deceased mate, Tornadoblaze got captured by two-legs. A while after having his kits, he went out to hunt. Suddenly, they heard a noise and peeked outside of the barn to see the stormy cat mauled by a monster that also shaved the grass, and the two-legs yelling frantically. Ultimatefire and her three kits, Whirlkit, Emberkit, and Mistykit, soon escaped, but on the way home, Mistykit died due to yet another two-leg monster. Now, she has been traumitized by those monsters and cannot even look at a two-leg without breaking down. Ultimatefire believes that you shouldn't let anyone steal the wind out from under your wings. She is an optimistic cat most of the time but she does have her moments when she feels as if the world just isn't right. Her hopes are to be just like her father in Starclan, despite her fragileness. RPed by xPumpxItx ---

Kits

Venomkit (feather)
She's small, yet she can take down many. Her name is Venomfeather. Long, luxurious black lashes blink over lethal eyes, more toxic than a cobra's venom. Their poisonous green depths torment and confuse and trap. Feathery pale white fur streams down her sides like a ghastly river. Silver flecks her muzzle, ears, and around her eyes. Her figure is slender, despite her hight and her long tail makes it easy for balance. Many do not know her full-out terror personality because she is so reserved, but her blind brother, Cinderpool does. He knows of her fury and her pursuit of revenge. What he doesn't know is that this revenge is not only against their overly sweet sister, Dandelionsniffle, from Sunclan and their dark father, Nightfright, but also again him. Venomfeather plans on killing her own brother; the one cat she can cling onto for hope. Why is this? It's because they betrayed her. They do not quite know it because it wasn't very obvious to them, but it was to her. Very obvious. They left her with her abusive father and went with their mother to explore other clans, fearing that she was too weak to travel with them even though Cinderpool was blind! It tainted her heart and her mind and made her bitter and resentful. She does not make friends because she knows that she will only hurt them; physically and mentally. Hopefully the future will become brighter for this fiery cat.
xPumpxItx

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Cinderkit (pool)
"Look before crossing."
His mother always told him this when crossing the thunderpaths that marked the territories of the clans. Little did he know, this phrase would someday apply to his life. The tom knowsjust about everything about his sister, Venomfeather, except for her plot to kill him. He didn't realize that traveling with their mother and sister from Sunclan, Dandelionsniffle, and leaving little Venomkit with their father, Nightfright, would cause so much hate. He figured out later just how cruel their father was and apologized, but it isn't enough. Someday he will have to battle his sister and he doesn't even realize it. He is an average sized tom with thick, soot-grey fur that falls to his side. Pure white patches his pelt and his paws and muzzle are the same color. Cinderpool is a handsome cat, but he is also blind. Sightless faded yellow eyes wish to see the brilliant colors around them, but all they get to see is darkness; a never-ending black chasm. This unfortunate feature does not stop him from being the warm, caring cat he is. He has a heart of gold, but all that is gold does not glitter. He has moments where he forgets the good that he has in life. Moments where he doesn't believe he is any use to his clan. How he wishes to be able to lead someday like his past and future leaders, but he believes it could never happen. "Cinderstar. Cinderstar." The demons in his dreams mock him. It just isn't right. How could a blind cat be any use?
RPed by xPumpxItx

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Willowkit
A small light brown she-cat with eyes the color of dawn. She is quite short for her age and is often teased about it. Her tail is longer than most cats and the tip of it is dark brown. Her face slopes down, making her face wider, flatter, and very beautiful. Her face has very faint flecks of white on it. Wisps of fur fan out of her face, giving cats the idea of her having thick whiskers. Willowkit is very smart and very fast. She is excellent at climbing trees and chasing rabbits. She fools her enemies into thinking she is weak, but she actually stronger than most cats her size. She can run like the wind. On hunting trips she is usually the first or only cat to catch a rabbit.Willowkit has a sad and confusing past. Her mother was kittypet and her father a rouge. She has two brothers. One of them is a bright orange kittypet by the name of Thor. He lives peacefully with his Twolegs and their Her other brother was a black and white rouge by the name of Toni. Willowkit used to run with his pack until a pack of wild dogs attacked their group. Willow (as she was known back then) was the only survivor. She went to her mother, Daisy, and asked if she could live with her. But the Twolegs didn't take kindly to Willow and chased her out of the house. She found a small little hollow in the ground and slept there for the night. The next day, after dreamless night, she went to Thors home and found a new family had moved in. Tired and weak, she wandered aimlessly for days, until she met a group of clan cats. They took her to their leader and Willowkit's life starred to look up.She is incredably loyal to Pondclan,and will claw any cat to think other wise.

Rpg by 322er

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Iriskit
Sugar and spice mixed perfectly together make this she-cat. Her fur is like silk, a pure white color that is like snow. er eyes are a pretty golden color that seem as bright as the sun. She's a very sweet cat around those whom are older then her, even a bit shy. She never acts out of line around them, and seem to be the perfect cat. But get her alone with her friends and her spice comes out. She can be loud and mean, always picking out the flaws in others. She can't stand being cooped up, and always wants to go on an adventure. While everyone else says "No it's too dangerous." She's the one saying, "Let's do it." She doesn't fit in well with the other cats, but that doesn't seem to bother her at all. She doesn't want to be normal. She wants to be remembered. She seems to make a big deal about everything, even the smallest possible thing. Everything excites her and makes her happy. She doesn't care what others think of her, as long as they're talking about her it makes her happy. You can't put your paw on her personality type, she's just the different kind of cat. Like a red sock in a box of white socks. She even had a caring and loving mother and father, but they couldn't take care of her. They brought her to Pondclan for them to take care of her, which she thinks is a nice thing of them and doesn't blame them at all. She seems to get even more brave and spicey when she's around a cat she has a crush on. She's sassy, spicey, and likes to poke fun at others, but on the other side she's sweet, kind, and shy. Two totally different personalities clashing together in one cat... the trouble this could cause is unimaginable.

Rpg by 322er

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Awakenedkit{beauty}
She is ravishing, flawless, phenominal. Her pelt is the silkyest, glossy shade of silver, striped over with a black tinted with dark navy blue. The obsidian tips of her ears are an easy to recognize characteristic, and the single white paw on her left foreleg is also fairly easy to identify. In the meantime, her chest, underbelly, and to the tip of her long, fluffy tail, is all a pure transparent white. Her oculars are the brightest, aqua blue, speckled with glimmering lime green and layered with silver. They reflect the light of the moon and the stars that shine down upon her world, absorbed into her enchanting eyes. They can send you into a trance, where your mind will remain, not wanting to escape their azure depths. Everything about her is completely compelling. The looks, the eyes... Oh the voice. Her voice is sweet, soothing to the troubled ears and delighting. If you hear it once, an everlasting spell will seem to wreath around your soul... like a bright, heartful veil wanting to protect you. It flows easily, much like a river with its own, unique current moving along smoothly with special twists and rifts. It is one of th
ose sounds, that will make you raise you head in wonder trying to find whatever may be producing the voice. Perfect she, perfect body. Speed comes to her advantage, though she is not the strongest and her frame isnt the most sinewy you'll ever see, her legs are long, lean, and flatout powerful. They allow her body to rift swiftly and efficiently through the trees, giving her the ability to evade and outrun about any other cat she meets. She adores running, the wind dancing through her fur and the feeling of freedom flowing through her veins. Her personality in enticing, she is definatly one who you want to get on a good side. If not, she can be a nightmare. Usually she is kind and curiousity gets the better of her. Her parents abadoned her at young age as she was forced to raise herself.

Rpg by 322er

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Octoberkit~A logical thinker. Seemingly lost in thought at all times. She fights always for a rational answer to each question thrown at her. Her ambitions and goals require such; like many cats, she dreams of leadership, but mostly the acceptance that usually comes from being leader. For the entire length of her life, she was shunned and pushed aside as the outcast, the burden. She learned at a young age to show her trust to only those worthy - which were few. They found her distinctly odd - for her looks and personality. She has a sturdy build, but her speed can outshine her martial skills at any time. Coated over this is a two layer pelt; the top layer is - from her nose to the tip of her tail - sleek black fur; and the bottom layer is consisted of snowy white pelage, though her right fore paw has a single black orb set on it. This lovely ectoderm is kept clean at all times, since she happens to be an excessive groomer. Icy blue-green eyes peer from her semi-long fur, with a dazzling array of emotions set within - annoyance, fear, love, and all the more. Her mood can change at any given moment, especially if her pelt is messed up.She doesn't take very well to those who deliberately smudge up her coat, and usually finds herself attacking whoever has done so. That's just how she is, how she was brought up - and she doesn't plan to change

.Rpg by 322er

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Cinematickit{twist}- Two perfect full moons of amber glare at you through the dark. His pelt blends in with the darkness of the chilled shadows. He stalks toward you and your heart skips. You see your life flash before your frightened eyes. But he won't harm you. Cinematictwist is all about the irony in things. He seems frightening and fierce, but he is really kind and thoughtful. Dramatic things seem to be his thing, a twist in a story, a gasp of breath from the audience, a kiss goodbye from your one true love. He enjoys watching the scenes of life flash before his eyes as he grows older and wiser from experience.He is loyal, and hopelessly romantic. A jewel to your eye. Though shy and silent, speak to him and his charm will capture you in a sea of waves, but don't fall to hard. He is still in search of the thing that will complete his story, to make it a true fairy tale, to make his life worth living. Rped by Sweetsilentlullaby

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Whirlkit (soul)
Thunder rolls in his mind; neverending dreams of rain. His memory is flooded, yet his heart is parched. He is a contradicting soul; seemingly happy, yet seemingly depressed. Whirlsoul is not your average tom. Tornadoblaze being his father and Ultimatefire being his mother, he has many good qualities about him, yet between all that is his own qualities, which are a mystery to even him. Average-length stormy grey fur is sleek and well-groomed. Sharp black claws are never unsheathed unless absolutely needed. He is a chasm of mystery. No one can figure out his true personality. Whirlsoul is a puzzle to never be solved; a dream never to end. He is a reincarnation of his father. He acts like Tornadoblaze and is the spitting image of him. His well-built stature mimics his father's and his coat is the same grey storm, yet his eyes are different. Those intriguing, dancing blues are an unusual shade. It's definately not one you see every day. They are nothing like the midnight depths of his father. Whirlsoul is incredibly loyal to Pondclan, even though he was a bit iffy at first. He is amazing at making speeches and has natural leader-like abilites. He's always been refined and shy, but little by little he's getting out of that. Maybe someday he will be able to achieve his goals in life; leading, love, peace. RPed by xPumpxItx
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Emberkit (canary)
His pelt is like flames in the sun, lapping at his every fear, turning them into ash. He is bold and courageous; any cat you would like on your side. His dream is to succeed at life and make the best of everything. Embercanary is incredibly optimistic, despite the trageties that have occured in hislife. He ha;Ns a strong build like his father, Tornadoblaze, had, but he has his mother and grandfather's fur color. The only difference is that he does not have the darker stripes, but instead has bright canary-yellow bands falling along his back. No one knows where his bright eyes came from. Their teal pigment is unusual and is shared by no family members. He's very respectful, yet sometimes a bit too outspoken. Embercanary strives to be the best at everything. He always pushes himself twice as hard so that he will not fail. RPed by xPumpxItx
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Weaverkit
Seeds of innovativeness were long since planted in the fertile planes of his mind. An inordinate wisdom powers through his veins and beats in time with hs heart, promising a wondrous tune to his rhythmetic lifestyle. The billows of its grace secrete from his flesh and mold into fine laces of ginger. The sweep of the suns smile has caused discharges of an unruly peachy golden that blaze through furrows to design unlikely tabby stripes. His muzzle his buckled beneath by an ivory as pristine as snow and unmarred as time. It accents singular areas near his eyes, where all the hues of his pelt are at their fairest. Pinpricks of a rambunctious viridian-emerald rest here, as observant as a hunting hawk. They toil with their retained youthfulness, ever present as the uplifted smirk to oversee his maw. He bares a strong, capable build and long, lissome legs that generate boisterous amounts of speed. Not even the marshes can subdue his natural adroitness for sprinting. His hasty facilitation marks the path in many minds, but none so much as his knack for trouble. Snares of brambles and assembles of mud are oftentimes seen whenever he's present. Stars spangle his trek though the ranks of life and love, his image not the first to be discovered amidst PondClan. Played by Firewolf3
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Dustykit (fire
) Named for the dusty appearance of her pelt, its a light cream - almost white, decorated with fine lighter that make her seem covered in dust. Her eyes, oh her eyes, a light crystal blue that is almost transparent that make her seem ghostly or unnatural - but she's anything but unnatural. She is probably the most down to earth cat you will ever meet, she doesn't have a tale of unnerving courage or a heroic story of saving hundreds of lives, she's just one cat in a world full of millions. She doesn't dream of stars or power, just that when she dies she would have left her mark and be remembered for the cat she was. She's light humoured and funny, particularly with her brother who is her best friend. She doesn't hope to achieve leadership or her story be told for generations to come, just to find a mate and have a home in a clan where she can be herself and put all of her loyalty into, she is talented at hunting but rarely talks of it. She'll always be the one with no ambitions but to be accepted. RPed - courageheart
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Cloudkit (burst)
A cloud burst - A sudden down fall of rain which eventually will lead onto a storm. This describes him perfectly. His pelt a dark grey, splashed with puddles of silver and lighter grey, his eyes a whirlwind of all colours associated with rain. He is strong minded and has a strong heart, never leaving anyone behind and always being on the front line. He is the complete opposite of his sister, he intends to engrave everyones memories with the story of the cat named after a storm. He is light hearted all the same, looking on the bright side and never letting himself give up. His humour and wittiness is appreciated through dark times. He has a strange fighting style, as if he is moving with water. Someday the storm with break. RPed - courageheart
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Emeraldkit {radiance}
Gone is the arrogance that drips off every sentence she speaks. Gone is the playful nature that used to dominate her whole self....or so she would like others to think. Ever since Emeraldkit went missing from camp when she was three moons old, she has grown in countless ways: she now thinks before she speaks, her soft as snow grey pelt has gained a couple of tabby stripes, and her eyes now maintain a dull green, not their usual trademark emerald. When she returned, she pretended to act olde rand wiser....but nothing about her has really changed. She's still the same old loudmouth as always deep down. Emeraldradiance refuses to speak about the time she was missing, pretending to be mentally scarred forever, but the truth was that she got mad at her now deceased best friend Lionfang and decided to run away. To hide her shame and guilt that Lionfang only ever remembered her screaming at him in fury, she told the Clan she had been abducted. When asked who her attackers were, she just replied, "...I....don't know...I can't remember." The Clan thinks she is blocking out these memories to keep her sane, but Emeraldradiance just ignores their sympatheticstares and holds strong, getting through the day. She will only ever have one regret about her life; that Lionfang saw the worst side of her before she ran away. Maybe she will meet him in StarClan someday... Roleplayed by Reflect.
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Hatedkit(guts)
A scruffy, dark brown, almost black tom, counting on the light, with hallow, yellowy-green eyes. His fur sticks up in all different directions, with directs you away from his stubby back leg. Yup, when he was born, his back leg was messed up, and for that reason his mother, a heartless rouge, named him Hated just before she died from giving birth to his sister and himself. Their father wanted nothing to do with them, so he left them alone in the woods. To their luck and miss fortune, twolegs found them, fed them and cut of the rest of his leg. The two of them escaped after they where strong enough. But not knowing how to hunt, an not knowing where they're going got them lost and starving. But this time to their luck they where on Clan territory, a PondClan patrol found them, brought them back to came and know they are Clan cats with Clan-cat names. He became Hatedguts and his sister became Perfectdream. He is the outcast, she is in the center of attention. You'd think that he'd hate her, but no, they are as close as a brother and sister can be, but everyone else he hates. They all keep their distance from him, even a brave one might come up to him and poke fun at his stub. Then they find out he is not all the helpless with only three legs when he swipes at them, claws and all. Sends them running to their mommy. But that doesn't mean he is evil, he can be nice, but only when you are nice to him, but other than his sister, no other cat's are nice to him. Hatedguts wishes more then anything to be a great warrior one day, but he doesn't think they will let him because of his lack of a leg. Rped by Dark.Shadows
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Perfectkit{dream}
Her face, ears, paws and legs are black, while the rest of her is creamy white. Her eyes are a lovely shade of sky blue, so beautiful, it makes the sky cry in shame. She is sweet, but has a bitter side, kind, yet mean, but not as often. She can be understanding and gentle, or fierce and terrifying like a lion. She has the grace of a swan in fight, yet the fearlessness(or foolishness one might say) and brutal strength of a barbarian. She can also be resourceful, sly and just as tricky as a fox. She's like the perfect yin and yan, all in one cat. But Perfectdream is not all the in her past. She brother and her's mother, a heartless rouge, had died shortly after they where born, having enough life just to name them, Perfect and Hated. Their father didn't want much to do with them so he left them out in the forest to either starve or get eaten. She doesn't know whether to feel gland about this or not, but a couple of twolegs found them, fed them and helped Hatedguts with his leg, turning it into a stub. Thanks to her brains, after they were well enough to travel, they escaped. But she didn't think one thing though. They didn't know how to hunt. But to their luck they stumbled onto Clan territory, a PondClan patrol found them, toke them back to camp and made them one of their own. Now her name is Perfectdream and her broter is Hatedguts. Perfectdream is the completely different then Hatedguts when it come's to popularity. He is an out cast, no one likes him besides her, while everyone seems to love her. She wishes that their was someway that she could change places with him so he would make more friends. She can wait to have kits of her own, and when she does have kits she will never give them such a horrible name like her mother gave Hated. Rped by Dark.Shadows
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Mixedkitbio hereRped by Naturecat
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Dahliakit {thorn}
A beautiful she-cat knows she is beautiful, and treats herself with respect. A truly beautiful she-cat thinks the world of the merely beautiful she-cats, not realising that she is not only one of them, but is above even their level. Dahliathorn is, sadly, not one of those cats. Appearing meek and innocent on the outside, this sinister she-cat uses her looks to her advantage, manipulating those into doing her bidding at will. She has no qualms with even killing, to keep her secrets safe. Secrets, you say? What secrets? Dahliathorn will never tell....Ginger fur mixed with dashes of brown tabby streaks; everyone adores her anf fawns over her seemingly unflawed appearance. But what do those cute , expressive amber eyes hide? Do they truly reflect a caring individual and her love, or do they reflect something else; something dark and monstrous?
Roleplayed by Reflect.
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Toxickit {feather}
A striking white tom with a black feather-shaped marking on his forehead that stretches down across his right eye. A lime green colour is what others see when they gaze into this cat's face, tinted at the pupils with a faint red hue. A long, plumy tail streams out from behind him, making this tom a majestict sight to see. Toxickit is not your average tom. Yes, he is vivacious, curious, adventurous, like other kits, but Toxickit is also clever, devious, and darkhearted. An exact replica of his unknown father, Toxickit inherited a deep and dark desire to know the secrets and workings of the worlds and its inhabitants. He is more curious than the average kit, and will do whatever it takes to find out what he wants. Whatever it takes. Toxickit rarely plays with the other kits, but when he does, it is noted as a rare event. He is a solitary cat with a love only for what he devotes himself to doing-- discovering the secrets of others. And perhaps a particular she-kit. He's not exclusive. Toxickit also has his mother's ferocious temper, and will not hesitate to strike back to defend himself or what he deems to be right. No one truly knows why he came to enter PondClan's realms, but it probably has to do with an event that occured in his past, the faintest hint of a secret that led him to enter this clan and discover the meaning behind where he came from and who his true family is.
Roleplayed by Naturecat
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Edgekit
His name comes from his personality; poised on the edge of a battle, unwilling to strike until necessary. His glare can send shivers down your spine, but his reluctance to talk to the point where it's a downright phobia is much more unsettling.

Elders

Cocoafluff
A dark brown tom with pericing blue eyes. He watched his family either die or leave one-by-one. When he was a young warrior Cocoafluff was in a horrible accident, it resulted in him going blind. Since then he's been stuck as a young elder. However he really does try to see the silver lining. Having lost his sight he sometimes feels like other cats are babying him, but he still has the heart of a warrior...and he'll prove it somehow.
Rped by: Nightdream14
---Stolenmoments
Heaven doesn't seem faraway anymore. She can't remember a drop on the ocean, let alone the changes in the weather. Trying to remember is like wishing for rain as you stand in the desert. This slowly greying, once pure white, she-cat spends most of her days in camp. She doesn't remember what clan she's in most of the time. Neither does she remember the other cats. She has come to accept the fact that they won't hurt her but, still, she is a little weary. She doesn't waste the week-end but fills it with busying herself round camp doing odd jobs. But a few more hours and it's time to go. She won't remember the effort she has put into offering a hand and often repeats jobs. Then she forgets ever doing that. She wonders how others keep warm and love one another but it's too late for her to cry about it. She's to broken to move on. How can you move on from something that you've forgotten? Most nights she hardly sleeps, her bland blue eyes staring at the stars above as she tries to remember what she'd done yesterday. A moon ago. Her warrior years. Her kidhood. She has mistrust in old friends as well as her leader. Other days, though, she thinks the world of them. What was her past? And her future? Heaven doesn't seem faraway anymore.
Rped by Cobwebpaw
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Mousefoot
A grumpy and senile old grandpa. That's what best describes Mousefoot. He has lived in Pondclan all his life and when he married his late mate they had one kit. Skypaw's father. Soon Skypaw's father fell in love with a rouge and they ran off together leaving Mousefoot with no family that he knew of. He hates most of everything, fish, mouse, crow, raven, bitter herbs and the list goes on. He hates sunlight and claims to be burned by the sun, if exposed. His life revolves around his sole living granddaughter with whom he saved from a group of wild rouges. His son was killed in the rouge group and to this day he claims that it was all Skypaw's mothers fault for dealing with the rouges. He is a bitter elder with whom you don't want to get on the bad side.
Rped by ForestWing
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*Eaglepeace
A hard headed and stubborn black tom with a white underbelly and amber eyes. He is a cat of a few words but normally that is all Eaglestar needs. Eaglestar used to live with his father, a rouge called Stone, and his brother, named Cyto. One night there was a cave-in and Stone pushed Cyto put one exit to the den and Eaglestar the other. As he was escaping a rock fell onto one of his paws, twisting and breaking it. Eagle lived believing his father and brother died in the cave-in. He meet a rouge that took him in and taught him some basic herbs, before leaving the young tom alone one night, never to return. He traveled on his own, learning more herbs and fighting moves from clan cats that he pasted and didn't chase him away. He became known as a traveling Medicine cat, or kit as some called him, due to his small size and young age. He continued living on his own before coming across PondClan territory, where he meet Alpha and was convinced to stay. Alpha and Eaglepeace have been friends ever since and Eaglepeace feels in debt to Alpha for helping him find a new home. Unknowingly, right above his brother, Cyto, and his half-sister, Strawberry. He thought that he was useless as a warrior so trained as a medicine cat for few moons before deciding his heart was not in healing but also not in fighting. He is a strong fighter, but tries to find the way out that would end in the less pain, for both his Clanmates and himself. He is a more humble cat, never wanting leadership, but he is also very unsure of himself. He considers all of PondClan as his family, and will give all he can to protect them. Now he suffers from a disease that wracks his inter-body with coughs and pain. But He's not willing to give up quite yet to this life, as
he still has many moons to live through.Mate: Amberstrike (former)
Kits: Speedfoot, Sweettree, Flashfoot, Stealthfur,Hawkfight, Poppypaw
RPed Houndour

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..Like a phoenix, we will be reborn from the ashes...

T H E . A C E

Embracestar // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A fairly tall, fluffy, orange tabby she-cat with soft teal eyes. This she-cat is graceful, collected. Her intellect sprouts from the soil of independence, and she to her own advantage might as well be considered a smooth-talker. Seemingly, she is calm, swift. A cat stuck on a strict habit of never breaking her poise. But please, refrain yourselves from letting her agile body structure and sweet smile fool you; this she-cat is not all bliss and perfection. You know very little, my dear. Yet, you still fall for the kind, warm hearty, peaceful gaze from the eyes of a cat whom you find, in your mind, innocent. This she-cat likes have the element of surprise. To observe you, to analyze you with the sole-solitary intent on finding your every flaw and error. Her precise movements.. You would have never known what a cruel fighter she really was by just looking her in the eyes. Never before have you really known the pain of agony, either. Within the heat of battle, or rage, or spite, her sight perceives no boundaries. Her claws are ruthless, yet at first glance they are misleading. I would inform you to watch your back, but you would only be turning your nose directly into her own. No, this is one cat you do not want to be on the bad side of. A cat of slight misdemeanor and beauty all in one single elegant creature.. Reconsider your second glance wisely; you never know when she will tick her tail in the wrong direction. Her purrs, may it be best for you to ignore... May it best for you to turn tail and flee.

T H E . L U M I N A R Y

Quilfur // Rped by payneofglass

As he walks from the warmth of the guardians den, Quilfur's muscles ripple in the pale sunlight. His charming cinnicot pelt shines in waves as he laughs. He knows his fighting skills, but would rather joke around with his clanmates. When put in a position to lead he takes the job seriously, and will prove his wits in strategic battle skills. Quilfur's warm blue eyes stare into the depths of his enemies mind. Intimidating the most powerful leader. Who is this cat? Some ask, but no answer shall be received. As you try to guess his next move, he already is several steps ahead. "No!" You may cry as you anticipated a death blow, feeling Starclan already lifting you. But Quilfur stops. He skips away, totally ignoring the fact that he could have destroyed a life. Could have made cats whimper at the loss of a faithful warrior. Could have stained his paws with death. He grew up with two strong parents to guide him, and learned quickly the skills he needed to survive the wave after wave of danger and pain, that proceeded around him. He learned that lives are lost, but for reason. Quilfur knows that he has not yet had that reason. Then he goes on to laugh with his friends, and return to his usual antics, essentially losing the respect of others /again./

T H E . M I S S I O N A R Y

Everlastingsilence // Rped by BluestarRocks!
Peace. Quiet. Serenity. Silence. Many pursue these aspects of live with vigor, wanting a moment of respite. But what about the ones that try with all their power to escape these 'gifts' with just as much fervor? What would it be like if you were trapped forever in a bubble of your own, unable to escape the silence? Unable to escape the quiet? Often these cages are created with the faults of deafness or blindness or muteness. But what if there was another cause? What if there was another kind of prison? What if…? Shyness might be the first thought to come to mind. But, no, that's not it. What if you simply cannot? What if it’s as if someone else controls your mouth, your thoughts, your actions, even if only vaguely? Or if they do so with no more than a threat? There's one cat that knows that feeling. Everlastingsilence was long ago cursed by a rare collaboration between StarClan and the Dark Forest for some wrong they knew she would commit if left unchecked that even horrified the Dark Forest. A dying curse that, if she ever led a group in evil intent as she was destined to do, she would instantly die. And it was fairly easy to tell which kit in the litter of six she was born into was the curse. Her parents, none of them, looked like her in any way. There was no ancestry in existence that could trace the parents to a cat like her. Swirling silver fur that shimmered with flashes of silvery-reddish colors, spots that hid in her thick fur. In a dream her mother learned she was a curse and forced StarClan to curse the kit when she reached twelve moons. And they did so several moons later, after a childhood of harsh words and cruel glares that ended in the death of her siblings and mother as well as her wandering in AshClan territory. Halfway through a fight with one of those cats is when they enacted the curse. And when she got back, for the StarClan cats had dragged her into their hunting grounds, she was captured. Embracestar allowed her to join AshClan despite the protests and, later, after working with Asterthought to rescue the leader from the Luminary and Missionary, she obtained the privilege of taking the old Missionary's position. But she still has her dying curse because she would forever be destined to lead that group of rogues to destroy the Clans. The only thing that denied that destiny was her curse. The forest's last hope. But they never said she couldn't lead cats in good intentions. Though she is far from easy on trespassers. If you find yourself on AshClan territory and you see a flash of mercury fur, the blood of innocent lives destined to be destroyed marring the sheet of silver, and the tell-tale flash of yellow - silver fur splashed with silvery-reddish colors, eyes a glowing, luminescent yellow; then you'd best hope you're AshClan. If not, then run. She will be merciless until she runs you straight to the border. Screeching, "I am eternal. I am endless. I am Everlasting. Everlastingsilence!"

T H E . C H I E F . H E A L E R S

Female Chief Healer

Deceased.
From now on, until the two current healers die, no other cat will fill their place. That is the Tyro's destiny and fate to become the next Chief Healers. Considering the fact that the healers have to be mates, it is reasonable to say that it should be required for the mates to stay together forever. The term of, "death due you part," is being declined on behalf of that fact. So until both current healers die or retire, there will be no replacement for the deceased mate. The remaining healer shall take on the duties of the deceased healer, taking their tyro as their own as well as their healing businesses.

Male Chief Healer

Kryptoniteflash // Rped by Ashenfate

A light in the darkness, a rip in your heart. Darkness and light is one way to describe this young tom. His fur is like the colors of night, light grey, striped with dark shadows of black. The light that breaks through him is a bright mint-like green, his eyes are truly cptivating. Kryptonite was never a cat to hang around, usually silent, he finds no reason to speak unless he must. The tom's past is cruel and uneven, something he never wishes to speak of. Even now, no one shall know the blackness of his heart, as he will never reveal it. He seems to hide within himself, deep inside. Sometimes cats shy away from him, but he doesn't care. Kryptonite is truly a tom of very few words, so when he speaks, all seem to stop and listen. As strange as he is, he even picked up the art of healing. Why? It seems to soothe his aching heart, patching it up here and there, as if putting back together a broken vase. Little by little, he will be at peace. As those eyes stare at you, do you feel the hurt and pain? A soft sigh, and the eyes are gone. They never linger. Ever.

T H E . H E A L E R . T Y R O S

The Female Healer Tyro
Etherealpaw (song) // Rped by Marionetteღ
Lithe and graceful, Etherealpaw carries herself with an air of elegance and moves like spilled oil. Despite the fact that her advice sometiems seems to be wiser than her age and her looks are almost angelic and otherworldly at times, in reality she's down-to-earth and clear minded, always thinking before she acts. She has an ivory pelt speckled with grey and translucent amber eyes the colour of sunlight. Smooth with her words and sensitive to the feelings of others, she can easily make friends - but there are only a few, if any, cats she'd place her comlete trust in. Being able to read emotions also helps her read her opponents, and she can easily predict their movements. But she's not really fast nor strong, and isn't too suited to fighting as much as her stellar memory suits her for healing. Masochistic, some cats have called her, for she seems to not care about her own life at all, instead cherishing the life of her clanmates much more. After all, what would life be like without the company of others? For Etherealpaw, it would be nothing, for her one and only weakness is loneliness. Not one of her golden eyes would be batted before sacrificing herself to save another. Enigmatic at the very least, and practically a deity at her best, Etheralpaw seems completely unapproachable at times. Her step always fall silently, and her honey coloured eyes seem to see right through you. However, she always humbles herself before betters, and respects her elders. Because in her opinion, experience was important to both a cat's knowledge and skills - and she had very little of it, compared to some cats. But she learns quickly, almost instantly, and has talents a cat would never think of. Tolerant to almost everything else, Etherealpaw /hates/ choosing between friends..

Male Healer Tyro

Flickeringpaw (light) // Rped by :Owlfeather:

Hope. This cat has plenty of it. Flickeringpaw knows that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope. He is a tan tom with sapphire colored eyes that always sparkle with determination. Being the runt of his litter, he's pretty small for his age. For that, he was always teased by the other cats around him. Flickeringpaw didn't pay any mind to them though. The taunts only fueled his determination to be something. Once he sets his mind to something, there isn't anything you can do to stop him. He works hard towards his goals and always achieves them. His voice is soft and always calm, never filled with panic or anger. He soothes other cats, and helps them through their problems. He hates fighting, and wishes every cat could just agree to disagree and leave it at that. Flickeringpaw has a skill for retaining things. You can tell him what kind of prey you caught that day and he'll most likely remember it for a long while. It comes in handy when there are so many herbs to remember for healing cats. Patient and a good listener, any cat who is his mentor would love him. Flickeringpaw never gives up on anything. He says even if the light seems dim, there is still always a chance.

T H E . G U A R D I A N S

Tanglefire // Rped by Dappledkit

Fiery like the volcano within AshClan's territory, fierce like any other AshClan cat, Tanglefire is a creamy, almost blonde, colored she-cat with blazing metallic grayish-blue eyes. She is cunning like a fox, even though at times she can be very easily distracted and distant. She doesn't mean to be aloof at times, it is just how she is. Sometimes she doesn't remember things as well as others do, but she doesn't let it bother her. She has long silky fur that tufts up in random places. It's what gave her the name Tangle as a kit. She joined AshClan after she was too old to become a tyro, so she joined and took on the name Tanglefire. She worked hard for her clan for many moons before finding and falling in love with the mysterious black tom BlackLegacy back when he was only Blackpaw. BlackLegacy's guardian ceremony was held back due to his parents bickering, but that didn't stop Tanglefire from falling for the handsome young tom. Surprisingly, the young tom fell for her as well, and the she cat was not as lonely as she once was. Tanglefire tends to have many erratic tendencies that cause her to be different than other cats. She often times talks to herself about what she is thinking about at the time, riddling out what to do with her own voice instead of in her head. She isn't crazy, just not as confident as she wishes she could be, that is, until she realized that she possessed a talent at leadership. She used to not understand what was needed to make friends, but soon cats began to look to her for friendship and guidance. She used to enjoy following orders, but began to realize after a time, she was the one giving them out. Pure of heart, but cluttered in the mind, Tanglefire is obsessed with trivial matters and tends to miss the big picture more than anything else, at least, she used to be that way. Things changed for the she cat after awhile though. She enjoys the time of leaf-fall because of all of the colors. She is an artistic cat that often thinks beyond her years and enjoys being a part of AshClan. Though none would have ever thought of this quiet and shy she cat as the leading type, Tanglefire has proven herself to be a great and imaginative leader that is willing to do what ever it takes to save her clan from any impending disaster... besides that, she realizes how important it is that the clan is taken care of. She fights for her homeland as fiercely as any AshClan cat and refuses to see her clan turn to dust. She has become a better cat over the years, like any cat before her.

Ravenheart // Rped by Dappledkit

Dark, Mysterious, A loner among groups of cats, Ravenkit is a poet of the heart and a philosopher of the mind. Strong and well preserved, he prefers to contemplate the unthinkable than to speak to other cats, but has a soft romantic side to him that shows he is not as gothic as everybody thinks. He enjoys being outside at night, especially during the full moon and can’t take it when other cats make fun of him for being the way he is. His dark golden/amber eyes sometimes speak better than his actions. He can be sporadic and hard to understand, for often he just blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind or it’s the last thing he had thought of. He enjoys the company of other cats even though he doesn’t often show it

Pantherfrost // Rped by Dappledkit

The night sky, this she cat is quiet, almost like that unsettling silence that is heard before a large storm. If it was possible, her mother probably would have named her Nightkit instead of Pantherkit, but as promised, when it came time, it was what her mate had wanted to name the small black kit. If one was to look closely at the young she cat’s black fur, they would see the gentle marks of light white dusted across her fur. Her muzzle is a light grey that slowly fades to white around her nose. She is well built, her body molding into perfectly toned muscles for stalking and running. Dangerous as a panther, she is not easily impressed and takes her time when discussing things with others. She’s fast as lightning, never staying still more than a few minutes. Her eyes are a pristine light blue, like that of ice, glittering coldly when she is not amused and warming up when around those she cares about. Most of her family is gone; it doesn’t matter what happened to them for she never would have remembered anyway. She’s calculating, normally not one to speak out unless she absolutely has to, and even then, her voice is enough to cause any cat to notice what she was saying. Her name comes from that of her brother’s name, Frostpaw, for he died of greencough a few days before her naming ceremony. She loved her brother more than anybody else ever could, and will never forget him. She’s untamable, like a hurricane, only at times she is safe to be around, past that, she is unpredictable, and easily irritated.

Snowfire // Rped by BluestarRocks!

What some know as a fire's snow others know as ash. What some know as Snowfire some simply know as one of AshClan. His pelt mimics the exact shade of the dust of flames that coat the territory of his home, but Snowfire treats it as the flakes that come to the Clans only in leafbare. Snow. He usually returns to camp every day with the fire-orange stripes on his flank and the fire-red stripes across his side gone, hidden behind a layer of soot. The only stripes that never feel the soft touch of ash is the black ones on his cheeks and forehead. Yes, that's a lot of different colored stripes, but he's Snowfire. He's far from normal. You should hear him talk!

Sandstone // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A very fierce, very aggressive young tan-colored tom. His eyes are a gentle yellowish white, and his fur consists of a short, plain, soft tan pelt. He has somewhat of a rebel personality to him. He likes to question society, and he does it more than less often. On any given day, you could find him getting himself into more trouble than yesterday. Like they say, curiosity killed the cat.. But this cat in particular? No, no. He has cheated himself out of harm's way more than twice. His luck seems endless, and he often gets away with most of the trouble-making he creates. He comes off as headstrong, but this egotistical persona is only shown to protect himself from his sensitive feelings on the inside. He isn't the cat you would find weeping over anything at all. In fact, most cats would assume that he didn't even phase the deaths of his mother and father. But, could one blame him for staying so strong for the ones he loves? He does not allow himself to feel sorrow, regret, or anguish. He pushes those feelings into focused anger, letting out all his rage into a cat that deserves it. Although he seems like an untrustworthy cat at first, and even though he will be very reluctant to trust you all the same; he's somebody you'd want as a friend. Sure, it might be hard for you to befriend him, but in the end, he'll give his life for you. He'd be your personal shoulder to cry on. Nobody would ever mess with you ever again.

Shallowheart // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A black she-cat with deep, capturing ivy green eyes. This she-cat is fairly mutual and meek. She is a shallow she-cat, she is. She only does things with a certain purpose, always having a goal of some sort. When she talks, if she talks, she's going to want to know, and, or get, something out of you. She uses everything around her for material and information. Very rarely will she be laid back enough to converse with you about the fresh-kill pile or the weather. She is a very clean and cut she-cat, and is almost always straight to the point of things. She is blunt, and rarely ever explains things into depth.

Technicolorphase // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A grey and white fluffy splotched tom with opal eyes. His eyes look very much so like fish scales, always luminescent. He is a shy tom, and isn't a very good speaker under pressure. He acts like his mother, her caring side, but never notices it. He's a sweet, caring, and sensitive tom. He would rather take care of you instead of hurt you. He is laid back, has a high tolerance, a wide attention span, and an incredible patience. He rarely ever gets mad, but can get a little too emotional and sad about touchy subjects. But simply he is a teddy bear, and is oblivious to it. He has habits of trusting other cats before they tend to trust him, rushing into comfort zones a bit too fast.

Charcoalstreak // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Black tom with light silver specks and dim silver eyes. He is calm most of the time, but can get mean and aggressive when he sees fit. He isn't much of a talker, more of a silent guardian to his clan and all of its members. He is interested in kits, loves to play with them even. He is always the first one to help a tiny kit in need. He's caring, kind, and sweet. But not all of him is nice. He is also devious, sneaky, and clever, like a shadow; he is always a step ahead of you. Now, this tom is a bit of a mysterious cat. He doesn’t really like to explain the reason of why he does things. But, for the majority of the time, when he makes a move it’s for a specific reason.

Rushingwave // Rped by Cicleywhisker
A dark gray tom with black tabby stripes. His pelt is short and, when groomed, shines like silk in the sun. Icy blue eyes send a chill down your spine, but a warm smile takes that away. Rushingwave is not just handsome, he's sweet to. He always thinks of others before himself and won't hesitate to help someone in need. The burly tom is quite brave. He jumps in front of danger without a second thought and loves the thrill of tempting fate. Loyalty to his birth clan controls his life and he wouldn't even think about betraying his clanmates. He also has another loyalty to his family. Arcticflash, his brother, means more to him than anything. They get along well, always joking around and teasing each other, but they also fight like any other littermates. When they do, it never lasts long. After they've had their chance to cool down they'll be romping about again. Along with his brother, he has his sister Irisblaze. Often times, she joins them in their fights and holds her own against them. He enjoys hanging out with both of his siblings and wouldn't know what to do without them. Rushingwave hopes that one day he'll be able to have a larger family with a mate and kits.

Arcticflash // Rped by Cicleywhisker
A lean yet muscular grey tabby tom with dark blue eyes. He has the type of good looks that she-cats swoon over, but that's not what he cares about. The main thing the drives him to get up in the morning is providing for his clan. Whether it's hunting or helping the healer gather herbs, he loves doing it. It doens't matter how unpleasant the task is as long as it is for the good of the clan. When he's not doing something for someone else he likes to hang out with his littermates Irisblaze and Rushingwave. Along with being his siblings, they're his best friends and he loves them dearly. It is not a secret that you might want to watch your back when they're together. They like to cause a lot of trouble and seem to act like kits around each other. You can count on them to bring a smile to your face or fill the camp with laughter. Alone, you can count on Arcticflash to give you hope. He never thinks on the dark side of things and some rely on this unfaultering faith of his to keep from giving up. The young-hearted tom loves to have fun and would likely invite anyone to join him. He never judges anyone before he actually knows them and no matter what your personality, he can usually find a way to enjoy your company.

Irisblaze // Rped by Cicleywhisker

She is unlike any she-cat in her own special way. She wears a beautiful ashy grey coat that is accented with flecks of white. Her eyes are a dazzling, very light blue that share the same random deepening of color as ice. Although her appearance is chilly, she is like a ray of sun so strong it can melt an ice berg. Nothing matters more to her than just having fun and living life as she was meant to. Irisblaze never worries about getting her glorious pelt dirty and actually enjoys rolling around in the mud. As a kit, she always hung out with her brothers, so they converted her into a tough and rough tom. It's hard to see that because of her unmistakably feminine features and elegant form, but on the inside she doesn't think the same. All she wants to do is take risks and not worry about what will happen the next day. Rushingwave and Arcticflash always make fun of her for being so crude and ill-mannered. They say that she'll never find a mate because she can be intimidating. Irisblaze doesn't take it to heart though. She doesn't want a mate who expects her to be proper and obediant. That's not who she is. She likes to do crazy things and go against the rules and ignore orders. Besides, she doubts any tom could ever impress her since she is the one who usually impresses them.

Blacknose // Rped by Cicleywhisker

The large tom was named for, of course, his distinct black nose. It contrasts against his stunningly bright white coat and brilliant green eyes. He thinks it makes him look weird but a lot of cats think otherwise. All in all, it makes him look unique and different. At least he'll never be mistaken for another. Blacknose is extremely strict and can be a bit harsh on others. He dislikes anyone who goes against the rules, or even talks about going against the rules. He is all about order. The moment he senses any kind of chaos breaking loose he will be there to snap it back in to place. Everyone says he should loosen up but he really doesn't know how. Even as a kit he was ordering other kits around and made sure they always played the game right and never cheated. It easy to assume that he doesn't have many friends and that's actually correct. Not many cats like to be around a stick in the mud like him. Blacknose hates kits because of all the trouble they cause and doesn't want any of his own... Ever. Love isn't something he wants either, so there is no chance of that happening. The dull tom has never so much a smiled let alone give anyone any kind of affection at all. But who knows? Maybe one she-cat will sweep him off his feet and show him what life is really about.

Vortexspiral // Rped by Mocking
Her frame is slender, her poise graceful, and her pelt a mottled world of colors. Her chest is a deep crimson, gradually morphing into a pallid taupe, that covers her chin and one of her ears. A circle of creamy dark fur cradles her left eye, while a hue of deep carmine covers the other and her remaining ear. It spreads down her neck fur, before melting back into the creamy darkness which occasionally hides her left eye from view. Her pelt is always sleek and shining, even when she doesn't wash it. She is long haired, with a plumy tail, that curls over her back when she's amused, and lashes dangerously when she's angry. Her eyes are a pallid indigo, which got her her name, and all her emotions are available for all to view within the light depths. She is hard to befriend but even harder to anger. Because of a hard past, a shell has formed that few can penetrate. She has a sharp tongue, is sarcastic, and has the muscles and quickness of a seasoned warrior moons older than her. No matter what she is like, whether you are a friend or a clanmate she would fight to the death to save you. She is not easily made nervous, and is very bold and daring. Although a little hot headed, she will not purposely dart into trouble without a good reason. She is not a rigid believer of following the rules, but most of the time she do's what she is asked, without question. She could be described as beautiful, and indeed she is, with long curling eye lashes that form around her intelligent eyes. But sometimes she could be described as ugly, too, and that is also true, for she can be a monster when she's in a temper. However, inside, past the rough exterior, she is a sweet, charming cat, with a kind heart.

Featherskips // Rped by paynesofglass
Featherskips is a graceful leaper, with a fierce taste for the fight in life. She gleams in moonlight as her white, golden-speckled, pelt shimmers. Her deep green eyes pierce through the souls of her enemies. Something no one shall forget after they cross her path. Featherskips plays with explicit charm and beauty, but don't let that fool you. She has a knack for the bloodshed, and her quick movements only contribute to her threatening personality. After a terrible accident as a kit, she forced herself to forget everything about her original clan, and family. Unable to reach this part of her past, it has affected her deeply, however she would never show it. She has a sharp wit, and thrives on confusing her enemies. Her fear of being deprived of freedom, is a great weakness toward her. Though Featherskips may come across as a mysterious individual, she will go to any length to protect her closest ones. Even death itself.

Silentheart // Rped by paynesofglass
Silentheart is a witty handsome young tom, with dashing features. He is quite tall, and very lean. With his radiant light gray pelt with black specks that cover his body, to his captivating green eyes, this tom is a real looker. However he keeps a jubilant attitude towards life, living to protect his loved ones. Raised by a pack of loners, he knew he would never fit in with the wild gang he grew up in. Hearing stories as a kit about the clans, he set off in search of Ashclan: the clan he thought fit him best. When Silentheart was only a few moons old, he had been trained in the art of combat. He has lightning fast reflexes, and strong paws to carry him through the heart of any battle. Silentheart is far from perfect. He is quite clumsy, and easily distracted. Though he wouldn't look it, in the eyes of the enemy.

Frostedstorm // Rped by wolves7474
Frostedstorm has an interesting pelt. It swirls black, dark grey, and light grey all around with a tipping of silver-white which makes it looked like a frosted storm. Her eyes complete it all. They are big and ice silver. She is a beautiful sight to be seen. Her talents are fighting, climbing, and running. She is agile and quick, seen one place and the next moment, gone. She can run long distances without getting tired, which proves useful in hunting. Frostedstorm can climb up almost anything, and loves to do it. She can chase a squirrel strait up a tree and makes it look like she is running up the bark. She is clever, light on her paws, and lithe, which help in fighting. She can wriggle her way out of any situation, even though sometimes it is hard. Her moods are complicated. They can change from nice and loving to nasty and hostile on one wrong word or sentence, although she is kind and caring at heart. She is hesitant on mating, and doesn't really have a crush on anyone. Frostedstorm is, like any cat, hungry for power, but she can wait to lead her clan, unlike some cats. Frostedstorm is very adventurous, and would go looking for something as soon as she gets the chance. She gets interested in almost anything, especially something shiny, for her surroundings are usually grey and dull, which makes her own fur easy and difficult to hide at the same time. Sometimes she gets lost in memories of her past, which only she knows about, and lets her mind drift when nothing important is happening to her. She looks up to Zerogravity, and admires his mate, and her leader, Ashstar, even more.She is loyal and will give up everything she has for her clan and for her duty to the clan, even her own life.

Empathybird // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Her eyes, one the blue of an innocence so fragile and pure. The other of a green so enlightened and gentle. The colors fade out in a white fog at the edges. And her pelt, a stainless blanket of snow white. Beautiful, is she. A beckoning temptation, is she... And as for her personality, a part of her screams out for admiration. She wishes only to be a role model for those who look up to her. Determination keeps her striving for it, the love and affection of surrounding herself by family and friends. She is the kind of cat who sends out nothing but positive influences. She wants to better everyone, everything, to the point of peace. Of tranquility. She is the cat to pick you up when you feel low. Her goal is to prevent anyone's sorrow, to mend their grief, to heal their hatred. There is no soul that can't be helped, who can't be accepted and appreciated, in her mind. Anyone can become innocent. Anyone can be pure again. No one is to ever be left behind. She believes in hope, in faith. That is the kind of cat she is, to forget what has happened, to accept what has come of it, and to make the future become better for it.

Tornadoknight // Rped by Paranormalseduction

A black tom with silver stripes and gray eyes. The young tom is nice and respectful for the most part, unless he gets mad. He has a brother named Hailwind. Originally in Creekclan, he was born to a she cat named Thunderrose. She had a large litter of kits, but during his apprenticeship, he was offered by Falconfur, the Rippleclan deputy, to take his place as leader. But he never got the chance. Rippleclan, Creekclan, Fireclan and Airclan were destroyed. It was the hardest thing to go through. He headed to Nightclan, where he was shocked to see his old love, Sephiadream. But she was with a tom named Soundsilencer. It hardened his heart, making him even tougher. Eventually he left the clan and lived as a rouge with his brother for a long time. Together they roamed the forest not having a care in the world. However his heart yearned to be a Warrior again. Upon finding Ashclan, he grew to love and respect the clan. So with a reluctant mind, he asked to join. Being accepted thrilled him. Only his brother wouldn't join. But he serves and lives to please his new found home.

Twilighttreasure // Rped by Paranormalseduction

It lays within her heart. It's a magical thing that only those who seek it can find. The adventurers that explore her heart, know of the treasure that lays inside it. Twilighttreasure is a blackish gray she cat with white spots covering her pelt. As for her eyes, it's said they reflect her inner treasure. There are blue with hues of gold, orange, green and red. It's like they're portals that can easily suck you in. She is that kind of cat though. It's hard to deny that she is simply amazing. Nobody can hate her. It's hard to fight her in battle even, due to her delicate future. Love is a treasured thing to her, but not always the kind shared between a she cat and tom. She has that gentle love that is shared between anyone. Can there even be a cat like her out there? I think not. Upon her travels around the forest she stumbled upon a land that resembled treasure, just like her. It contained a volcano that captivated her. She didn't stay long though before cats seen this beautiful she cat. She was taken to Ashclan camp, and asked about what her reason for being in their territory was. Blushing, she explain she was awe struck by its beauty, and that she'd be honored to live in such a place. Cats laughed, but not at her, but because they understood. She was welcomed into the clan, known as Twilighttreasure. The name suited her, unlike her old name, which she refuses to repeat. Her loyalty is deep, and she will never betray Ashclan.

Cherryfeather // Rped by Marionetteღ
A sweet ginger tabby with a small frame and pale grey eyes. Light on her feet and quick to react, she has lightning-fast reflexes. Cherryfeather probably has about the strength of a mouse, and depends on her instincts and senses to fight. Soft-spoken and cheerful, she likes to make friends and always suggests non-physical solutions when possible. Despite this, she /can/ fight; Cherryfeather excels in targeting the weaknesses of others, rather than just pouncing and raking her claws at them. Her peaceful and placid nature leads others to believe her weak or hesitant, which giver her an advantage she doesn't take pleasure in using. Compassion and loyalty are traits that stand out about her; Cherryfeather would never betray a friend, and would give her life for her clan.

Lightstep // Rped by paynesofglass
He is a lithe shape that roams the plains in search of prey. He is a speck of light against the shadows of powerful parents. He is Lightstep. With silent paws he sneaks up on the troubles of life. Lightstep has long light gray fur, and brown paws that make it appear as if he had a nice stroll through the mud. Though he would never do so, as he hates getting his paws dirty. He is very polite, but knows when to have his fun. He had strong, skilled parents that taught him to be so considerate of others. When given the chance to lead, he uses all his wits to accomplish a common goal. Lightstep loves the thrill of battle, and fighting beside his clanmates. Because he is so small, he easily dodges the death blows given by his enemies. Like dodging a present, but that present is a one way trip to Starclan. His father trained him to be a great fighter, and that's what he has become. Though both his parents were killed in an unnecessary battle with Venomclan, that doesn't stop him. He knows he will avenge his parents one way or another. Lightstep is just waiting for that day to arrive.

Adderhiss // Rped by Ashenfate
When you would think of something odd, who would you think of? There are a few who would think of Adderhiss. This black she-cat is odd indeed. Though, she is odd in her own way. There are times when she had an attitude that could drive any cat crazy, and there are times when her soft spot can be shown. Her light green eyes seem to make her appearance look odd, but it all fits her. Adderhiss was not born in AshClan, but that does not make her any less loyal. In fact, she is rather loyal to her clan, and her battle skills are great. Though, hunting is not her strongest point, she does her part. Adderhiss is just as much an AshClan cat than any cat, so don't think twice about her. She would stand by her clan until the end.

Velveteenheart // Rped by CruelSimplicity
Ah... Velveteen. A pile of cotton that resembles velvet. Fluffy, warm. Cuddly, soft. The name fits her, this warm-hearted cat. Sweet green eyes gaze kindly into yours, filling your heart with sudden warmth. It's almost strange. I don't think she's ever offended a soul or even thought about laying a claw on someone who didn't deserve it. That soft tan tabby pelt beckons you in; in a kind way. The sun dances on her coat, playing tricks on your eyes when the rays hit the darker stripes. Did a ray of sunshine take form of a cat? Many would think so, and they have right to. Velveteenheart was born and raised into AshClan and never plans to leave. Loyalty and kindness. They help the world and Clan work so much better than betrayal and harsh words. She's never caught off-guard and Velveteenheart always has things planned out in case other ideas fail. That's another thing. This strong little she-cat doesn't give up unless she absolutely has to. Which is barely ever considering her overwhelmingly compassionate attitude.

Berryfrost // Rped by BlitzkriegCraze
Berryfrost is a beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat. Her fur is a mix of tan, cream, light chocolate, black, dark chocolate and white. Around her berry-pink nose is a patch of white, and another covers her entire right hind leg. Her left ear is light chocolate, and the other is dark chocolate. On her under-belly, all of the colors meet together and fade into a light black color. Her sides are patched with cream and tan, and they cover the rest of her legs. Her tail is patched with light and dark chocolate, and when it reaches the tail tip, it turns black and is tipped with white. Her eyes are sparkling silver-blue, and are flecked with grey. Her eyes give away her every emotion, and most cats take advantage of this. When cats treat her like dirt, Berryfrost merely turns away and ignores it when on the inside, it kills her. She yearns to be like the others, but she is not and never will be. Berryfrost is scared of mice. She can catch and eat fish, voles, birds, or whatever - but mice scare her to death. She has absolutely no plausible reason to be afraid of such a small creature, but when she sees one, her heart thunders in her chest and she fears for her life. The cats in her clan laugh and tease her, and Berryfrost has never felt at home. When she is in battle with another clan, they usually make the smallest, weakest apprentice fight her because they think she is weak. Berryfrost proves them wrong every time. She fights hard and when she is determined, she can do anything. She treats others with love and care, and is very compassionate.

Blitzkrieg // Rped by BlitzkriegCraze
A dark grey tabby tom with lighter grey eyes. His paws and chest are simply white, while he has a black nose. Blitzkrieg has no markings that tell a tale of who he is or what he has done other than a small scar over his left shoulder. His body is lanky with long, capable looking legs. One might call him handsome with his glossy fur and natural charm, but Blitzkrieg isn't one to be trusted. He's a corrupted tom that usually does things to get what he wants. And most of the time, he does actually get it. His entire life has been a series of events with treacherous endings. Why exactly is Blitzkrieg this kind of tom when underneath his cruelty his heart is kind? A few moons after Blitzkrieg was born and capable to operate without milk, his father brutally killed his mother. He saw it all, the blood staining the grass and the insane laughter of his sadistic father. All he had wanted were the kits, and the mother was of no concern to him. Love never existed between the two other than a fake tie that Blitzkrieg's mother believed to be there. Surely his father had made it clear that there was no tie between them when he slit her throat. His father never named them, and simply trained them to be of his use, strong and lean. Even though this training would be rewarding later in life, it was exhausting. Their father rarely let them eat when their stomachs ached for food, and as well as that sleep was a rare treat. 'Lean and mean,' his father would say, and lean and mean was what he got. At around six moons, one of his siblings died from starvation. It was a simple death, and the remaining two mourned for days after. There seemed to be no hope for them, and the world seemed to be cruel. Moons passed, and finally Blitzkrieg and his brother were young adults. They were tired of their father's horrible training, the sleepless nights with growling bellies as they fought each other again and again. So they planned to kill him, and the plot was brought into action one cloudy day. Surprisingly, their father was strong. Rarely did the tom actually participate with them, he just ate the prey they piled up for him and then dozed off in the sun. This was where his other sibling died, a crushed skull and broken neck. In the end, he defeated his father and disgustingly mutilated the corpse. It could hardly be recognized as a cat, and he barely could stand what he had done to the cat that, even though abused them, was his father. So, he ran from the place, not stopping until he neared a stream. Here he rested, drinking and sleeping until he had regained his energy. And then he ran and ran until his legs gave out. Many moons of his life were consumed by running until he was capture by twolegs. Where he was taken forever changed him. Men experimented on them, making them stronger, faster, and more intelligent. Then they would force them to fight one another, and Blitzkrieg rose through the ranks with ease, the drugs now flowing through his veins nothing compared to his earlier lifestyle. He came across his name from the humans, that was what they called him, and he went along with it. In this bleak existence of killing, he met a young she-cat named Grace. Grace was pretty, cream-furred and sky-blue eyed. It wasn't long until Blitzkrieg realized that he'd fallen for Grace. Then they planned to escape. Whenever a cat died, whether from too many injections or ruthless fighting, they took the corpse into a back room. It was plain and obvious, but the humans weren't exactly bright. So, Blitzkrieg and Grace simply played dead. That night, some young drunken twolegs were on duty, and they laid them on a table in the back room. One of the more daring humans picked Grace up, but she was still. Suddenly there was a blood curdling snap and Blitzkrieg understood what had happened to her. They killed her. Since they had come across enough fun for the night by throwing Grace at a wall, they threw Blitzkrieg and his supposed-to-be love in a dumpster filled with dead and decaying cats. There was no food, and the smell of death wreathed around him every day and night. When he began to starve, he at last was forced to eat the flesh of other cats. It sickened him, but he was forced to do it. Finally, another cat died and Blitzkrieg leaped out of the dumpster, running away from the place. When he stopped, he threw up everything that he could and still retched for moments afterwards. Finding a puddle, he drank. Moons passed and he simply resumed his life as a loner. Finally, he found AshClan and joined. But sometimes he can still taste the flesh of a dead cat on his tongue, haunting his dreams and killing his heart...

Silverghost // Rped by тαιnтє∂нєαят
Silverghost is a tall, lithe she-cat with slate gray fur, and darker stripes resembling that of a leopards on her limbs and tail. This she-cat has a commanding presence that demands your full attention when she walks into an area or speaks to a group. Opinionated and not scared to say whats on her mind, she knows how to speak eloquently and get what she wants without lifting a paw. Brave and daring she loves to push cats buttons and test others attitude. Deep, ocean blue eyes complement her gray fur and bring out her longer muzzle and defined cheeks. Her tail can often depict what she is feeling inside, is still she is neutral, if raised she is slightly interesting, if straight up with top curled to either side she is challenging and unafraid. She can be rather rude at times, and isnt much of a talked unless she feels comfortable with you. Cats are easily silenced by a chilled stare from Silverghost. Sneaky and crafty, she is talented at sneaking around, able to listen in on any conversation and casually turn tail and walk away with juicy gossip.

Coffeearoma // Rped by xxflickeringlights
A petite, delicate build and graceful, elegant frame gives Coffeearoma a fine, dainty appearance. Her dense and fluffy pelt is the color of coffee, which gives Coffeearoma her name. With two compassionate, benevolent orbs that are nearly the same color as her pelt, she is an altruistic young she-cat who tries to live life to the fullest - and not even her size can dishearten her or dissuade her from doing anything.

Heatherbud // Rped by Ashenfate
A beautifully white she-cat with ginger orange stripes across her whole bodice. This dainty little she-cat is rather sweet at times, but she can also have a snappy attitude when needed. Usually her demeanor is calm and collected, and understanding at that. Heatherbud was born as a loner, as a few other cats were in the clan as well, so she does not dwell upon it. As any cat should know, she would do anything for her clan, anything. She holds her clan so close to her, it seems to be the only real thing she has left to love. She never knew her family all too well, all she remembers about it that her mother had given birth to a little of four. Heatherbud does not know where her siblings are, but she also does not think about it much, due to the fact that she did not know them all too well. She lives on the now, rather than the before. Heatherbud is simply a beautiful she-cat trying to find her place in the clan, nothing more.

Twighum // Rped by kaledrake
Twighum. One of the most annoying cats that hums as a habit. But the upside about his humming is when enemies raid the territory his humming sounds like hornets buzzing everywhere causing the opponent to go mad! Twighum is a nice gentle cat with amber eyes and the pelt the color of twigs. He has a long tail. And a nice balanced muscular body for running.

Larkwing // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Her soft black pelt and those faded silver eyes will eternally make you question all that there is when you take a single glance in her direction. She is a beautiful she-cat; there is no doubt about it. She is a shy, quiet cat. Yet she is very curious, and tends to take the road less traveled by. She is the type of cat that has reason to believe that everyone is beautiful in their own unique way. This she-cat isn’t afraid to speak her mind, or stand up for what she believes in. She’ll always take the side that she believes is in the right, whether her friends are on it or not. Reliable could be a word that you can describe her without having second thoughts. Although, she is not afraid to tell anyone the word, ”No.” She understands that her life is of her own, and no one else’s. But she does indeed do all she can do for the greater good. She is a strong believer in karma. What goes around comes around; which is probably why she gives all that she can give to everyone around her. She knows little about her family and what they were like. She knows only of her brother, Blackpool. He is all that is left of her family, as far as she is concerned. They are very different from each other, in almost every way except for their appearance. That is probably why they tend to get into heated arguments, or end up no talking to one another for a long while. Yet, she knows that even though they may have an iffy love/hate relationship, she would never truly hate him. He is all that she has left, after all. What would her life be like if there wasn’t an older brother to bother? She sure wouldn’t like to find out.

Blackpool // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A large black tom with foggy, grey eyes. His pelt is sleek, and his attitude is sour. This tom isn’t the kind of cat you should mess with. He doesn’t like company, and he definitely doesn’t like cheery cats. He judges quickly, and doesn’t really ever change his opinions on things. He’s stubborn, always questioning and challenging everyone other than himself. He’s prideful, egotistical, and headstrong. He’s the type of tom to refuse help. He wouldn’t take your advice to save his own life. He figures that he can’t trust anyone but himself, and that there’s no one in the world who would be worthy enough to become a close friend of his. Sure, he may have casual conversations every once in a blue moon, but other than that, the only kind of conversation that leaves his mouth is protest and debate. There is no getting to this tom once he’s made up his mind. Bite your tongue while you can when you’re around him, because you just might not live to regret it. He has a bunch of trust issues, and you probably could say that the only cat he ever has cared for is his sister, Larkwing. To many it is questionable, yet to Blackpool it is undeniably true. She is really the only cat he trusts even in the slightest bit, although he would deny it if anyone were to ask him of it. Secretly, he would die for his sister. He would do anything to protect his younger sibling, always remembering their days as kits together. Despite her age, he always views Larkwing as a little sister. Even though it may at times seem as though he despises his sister, inside he knows that he could never truly hate her.

Asterthought // Rped by paynesofglass

A flash of a gray tail here. The blazing gaze of a pair of bright green eyes there. Asterpaw shines even in the shallow glimmer, of the palest starlight. A beautiful charcoal gray pelt stains his impression on cats as a tom who would think quite highly of himself. This graceful tom glides through the shadows of the great mountain the looms over his heart. He will not brag about his latest catch, or even argue over the best place to hunt. Asterpaw knows his place in the lives of his clanmates. Someday to change the lives of many. He was born the son of a loner, an outcast of a clan that walks in the ash infused soil. However his mother knew he was never fit to live the lonely, fretful life of a loner. So she gave her now only surviving kin to her former clan. Asterpaw is a brilliant individual who fights with the courage of his determined mother, and knows that he will eventually bring peace to the lives of many cats.

Stoneroar // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Dark grey tom-cat with a loud thunderous roar/growl/battle cry.

Dragonbane // Rped by Ƨnake
A mirror can show more truth then anyone knows, but a mirror can also be shattered rather easily. Does a mirror really hold and alternate universe, and if so is the alternate universe actually reality? Or is it simply a mirror that is made of gleaming glass and cold to the touch? You decide. What does the mirror show when this tom, Dragonbane, looks into it? Nothing. Emptiness. Sorrow. Pain. All of these things are in his reflection. Reality is cruel and unforgiving, and no one knows that more than Dragonbane. His parents, sisters, and brothers all burnt up in a wild forest fire that spared hardly any, except one, Dragonbane. Soon he began to wonder if there was any way he could have saved them, and if he could did that mean their deaths were partly his fault? This thought ate away at his subconscious until he truly believed he was the main cause for his family's deaths. Soon he began to question reality itself, and he questioned if he too should have been burnt up in the fire. Why did he live and not his family? It must have been fate punishing him for something that he could never understand fully. Many think Dragonbane is just out of his mind when he talks about how it was his fault for his family's death, and how fate and reality must hate him so. Many have seen and heard him, talking to himself into the wee hours of the night, which just lead to more thinking that this dark grey tom is insane. Dragonbane doesn't have any other marks on his pelt, unless you count the burn mark that caresses over the left side of his face. It isn't that bad, and hardly noticeable, but he despises the wound being there. It's a reminder to him of his past, a past he wishes to forget. His eyes are his most brilliant feature, almost like sapphires, they're very stunning but always seem to look sorrowful and like he's in pain. So, what's really in a mirror? Have you found the answer?

Snakeeyes // Rped by stelzibelz
Silent, cunning, taunting. Thats snakeyes fir you Snakeeyesisdistinctively named because of his yellow snake slitted eyes.Him and his brother both love to hunt, because of the killing, and fight, because of the pain they unleash to other cats pleases them. He has 2 kits called snakekit and firekit and loves them dearly even through his love for pain. He had a mate; iceclaw but shedissapeared and never came back....

Blackblood // Rped by stelzibelz
Evil. Dark. Protective. Those are the sort of words to discribe him. He has a little brother calked snakeyes and is very overly protective of him. He likes to hunt and battle because it makes him hapoy tto see the blood of his prey/enemy flow aroubd his paws.. He isn't actually bad just... Evil if you know what i mean. He is loyal to his clan though and enjoys playing with his niece and nephew firekit and snakekit.

Chronichate // Rped Ashenfate
A dark figure sulks about the corners, the shadows, anything that can hide him from sight. He is an odd cat, all knows that. His deep green eyes are like the sheen of pine trees, flecked with black, as if his black pelt weren't enough. His personality is nothing of ordinary. Seemingly he looks for fun, but at the same time he can be quiet, and mysterious. The kind that she-cats seem to fall for. He has found no love of interest, but knows how to play with their emotions. Some might want to watch themselves around him, he's played with them, toyed with their insolent minds. Chronic also knows he's a father to many outside of AshClan, but would never admit to such, unless he was boasting.Of course, Chronic was not always in AshClan. He was originally a loner, then went to Primal Instinct, before they dibanned. Now he lives out his life within AshClan, sometime wondering where his league mates had went.

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Bloodpaw // Rped by BluestarRocks!
An ash-colored she-cat with delicate yet deadly red paws. All but one. Her fore-right paw is pitch black and she tends to favor that one to her other forepaw. Her pelt is splotched with red patches, hence the origin of her name. Her eyes are also blood red and if you stare into them long enough, well... First, you'll realize how they flicker with flecks of orange and yellow, almost like fire with a few spots of green and blue thrown in for added effect. Second, you'll leave with a clawed muzzle. Bloodpool is one of those cats that knows her Clan will win AND lose, and sometimes that's a good thing so you can accept defeats, but that can also be a downfall. Whenever the Clan falls into turmoil Bloodpool starves herself to ensure the rest of her Clan is fed. She appears almost dead already during this time, but she can quickly bounce back, the advantage of being herself. Bloodpool also, for some unknown reason, seems to have similar traits to that of a wolf. Her claws are just as sharp as a normal cat's, but they are much heavier and stronger. Her body is built for running and fighting. Her jaws are stronger than most other cat's. And she eats like a wolf. Not in a way that she could eat a rabbit in heartbeats, but in the way that she could survive for a quarter-moon on nothing more than a single rabbit or a couple of plump mice. She also has heightened blood-lust, but fortunately, she hardly has blood-lust to start with, so it doesn't affect her much. Just makes her enjoy hunting more than most.

Maskedpaw // Rped by Dappledkit
With a demeanor that could stop any she cat dead in her tracks, this tom has a rich and vibrant personality full of potential and creativity. A handsome cat for sure, MaskedHero has never wished to push the bounds of other cats, but has also never wanted to lie down and let the other cats not do anything for their clan either. He is strong willed, well muscled, and has a very interesting outlook on life. He loves to work hard and enjoys taking his time to do things right the first time. He is a real stickler for the warrior code and learning as much as he can from others. His pelt is a light grey color with a large black stripe that slides down his back and tapers off at his tail. His white paws and tail tip are the only none grey colors on his entire body. He has stripes all over his legs and shoulders, but that isn't his defining marking. His defining marking is the black mask the covers his entire face, and it is what he is named after. His second trait, which defines the second part of his name, is for his heroic sense of duty and guardianship. He loves to play in the water and can't stand going anywhere near the volcanic plains in AshClan's territory.

Rebelpaw // (Rped by Me-mow122)

A black she-cat with one reddish brown paw and piercing green eyes. Rebel that's exactly what she is. She has a spunky attitude and loves to challenge other cats. If you get on her nerves, I'm 100% sure you will die. She loves cats that pick fights with her because she knows she will win. She hates other she-cats that think they're all pretty and so much better than her. She tries to be nice to everyone but that doesn't out the way she wants it to. She likes to get into other cat's businesses. She is known as the " Fighter" because she is the one that starts fights and finishes them.

Darkpaw // Rped by BlitzkriegCraze
Darkpaw is a dark ginger and brown tom with a short fur. His pelt is sleek and shiny and always well groomed. His nose is coal black and his cold eyes are grey. His tail tip is white and flecked with grey spots, as well as his front right paw and back hind paw. Darkpaw's most notable feature would be his fangs - pointy, pearly white, sharp, and so long that you can see them even when his mouth is closed. Cats definately fear him when in battle, even though he is so young and small. Darkpaw is easily annoyed by these fangs because some cats - the brave ones, will tease him about this, though most Tyros avoid him. Darkpaw hides his emotions well, but when he is lying his tail tip twitches. This tom is good hearted, but acts cold and mysterious and pretends to be vicious, cold blooded, and battle hungry. Because of this he's relatively antisocial and sucks at holding down a conversation. Darkpaw attempts at avoiding other cats, especially kits because he doesn't want to hurt their feelings if he says something rude. When Darkpaw was a kit, he lived with his two sisters, Mint and Clover and their parents. The loners passing by always talked about how they were outsiders, and nobody knew who their parents were. Darkpaw was tired of their whispering, so he decided to investigate and try to find out what was going on and who their real parents were. He left his supposed parents and took his siblings with him. After a few moons of endless searching, he was unable to find them. Mint and Clover were also separated from him. Here he found AshClan, and promptly joined up. Darkpaw misses his sisters, and dreams of finding them as well one day - but for now, he will search for his parents - until his heart stops beating.

Aurorapaw // Rped by Leafpool12
A beautiful pair of aquamarine eyes peer at you through ash that falls like snow. Emotions skitter across her face, betraying her in the most fundamental way, stealing her ability to keep her own council. As you look on, you see pain war with pleasure, sorrow mingle with hope, and anger visit with revenge. The ash falls so heavily now that it’s created a gray blanket, suffocating the earth in its feathery softness, a silent death. Once it rains, however, the ash will be absorbed into the ground and bring nutrients to the host it once hindered. You look up. The eyes have now been joined by a lithe silver pelt, shining in the muted sun. Amazed, you begin to open your mouth to say something, but instead cough on the stray ash that still falls. Like teardrops, the deadly matter seems like nothing, but when multiplied, it becomes your death. Judge, jury, and executioner. No questions, no conscience, just death. It came, delivered, then left. Silent and solemn as a river of blood, when you see it, it’s best to simply accept your death. After having this revelation, you look back up to see the eyes are now less than a tail-length away, staring unnervingly into your own. You find your breathing now labored, but not because of the ash. Instead it’s the vision in front of you, like a ray of light in the darkest of storms. The ash dusts her silver pelt, turning it a soft gray. She flicks her tail towards a small cave that you failed to notice, motioning for you to join her in its safety. Nodding silently, for you found silence speaks louder than any words; you follow her, stepping in her delicate pawprints. Once sheltered, she coughs quietly then tells you her name. Aurorawhisperer. You realize, with a shock, that the name fits the slender she-cat perfectly. Shaking out her pelt, you realize that the silver of her pelt was just the beginning. It’s so much more complex than just one color. It’s a myriad of silvers, platinums, and grays, all mingling on a pelt darker than secrets piled upon secrets. Her eyes catch you and a shadows rush, each hiding her true identity, leaving you wondering if she’s friend or foe. It becomes hard to breath, the tension in the air so palpable it leaves no room for oxygen. Inclining her head, she takes a deep breath and glides to the edge of the cave in a way that barely displaces air. A velvet shadow in the light, she leaves you staring after her in wonder. She leaves you to ponder life. And death.

Nettlepaw // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A black she-cat with amber eyes. This she-cat has a lot of fire in her. Try to douse it out all you want, but the only fluid you'll be spraying is gas to fume her up to be even more fiery than she already was. She's a real pain in the tail once you get on her bad side, fore she is fairly protective over her reputation that she keeps amongst her clan-mates. She's not the kind of she-cat that takes, “No" for an answer, and would most likely lose her temper and pin you to a corner rather than talking things out to come to some sort of compromise. But, this she-cat isn't all tooth and claw. She is also a kind and gentle she-cat, known for being "two-faced." She controls herself most of the time, but her tolerance can only go so far.

Halopaw // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A slim, silky, white and golden she-cat with soft blue eyes. She is a shy and sensitive she-cat. And frankly, she doesn't take any risks. Period. Something, or anything, that is even the slightest bit of being close to being remotely dangerous, is out of the question. End of conversation. She is stubborn, but goes with whatever she sees best fit to follow in case of her safety, because she's one cat that follows others than the one that takes role to lead. She is always thinking about how she can help others, nonetheless. Fore she has always thought that if she was to help others, they would soon come in time to help her. She is a sweet she-cat, understanding, considerate. Yet she is submissive, and has a large tolerance level and a wide intelligence; logic and strategy is her talent, fore she is a horrible fighter and fortunately sees no point or intellect in it. The term, “I’m a lover; not a fighter," really fits her to an extent.

Pacificpaw // Rped by wolves7474
A water droplet is soft. Delicate, one wrong move and it shatters. As it dribbles down your paw, you barely notice how it is already falling apart by your every move, too caught up in the way it shines like diamonds in the sky, stars. This is one way to explain Pacificamethyst. Her fur is barely noticeable at night, not noticeable at all, actually. Pure black, it gives way to silence. Touch it, you'll never want to take your paw away. So soft, it even puts what twolegs call silk to the test. Always windblown, it rustles even in the gentlest of a breeze. Her tail is a medium size, but it's so soft and wavy, perfectly fitting to her pelt. One stroke, and you'll drop, sleeping even before you touch the ground. That may be a bit of an exaggeration, though, you never know with Pacificamethyst. She's to deceiving, memorizing you with her beautiful eyes. A bright, shady purple, the color of an amethyst. Designs that can't be found in any other, one of a kind. They seem to haunt you in your sleep, the sight of them so unusual and lovely, you can't get your mind off of them. Interesting enough, she likes it that way. Pacificamethyst has an unusual aurora of beauty that always seems to be there. Male cats seem to just fall at her paws! She loves herself, but not in that, *I'm the best person in the world,* way, she just loves herself. But what she likes the most about herself is her white paws. The soft paws, silent paws, claw-less paws. Its true, that is the one flaw on her, the only one. She unsheathes her claws, but there are none to find.They just get unusually puffy, like a cloud. At first, when she first came into the clan, Embracestar refused to let her in, on account of how in a fight she couldn't do much damage with her claws. But she showed her up! You can't even hear a peep if she sneaks up behind you. By the time you know she's there, your lying on the floor, choked. She simply muffled you, as she calls it. Embracestar had to let her in, so here she is! Oh, yes, you must be interested on how she got here. Well, she doesn't like to admit it, but before she was a guardian, she was a kitty-pet. Unlike other kitty-pets of her neighborhood, she hated the life she had. Instead of letting her twoleg owners feed her the rotten kitty-pebbles, she went out and caught as much mice as she could, then brought them inside to store in some little room she found. Instead of letting her twolegs pet her and stroke her, she went outside, fluffed out her fur, and balanced skillfully on the fence. Instead of staying inside the house in winter, she went outside and danced in the snow. The one friend she had there, an older cat named Poppy, was the only one she could trust. Poppy told her stories of the cats that lived outside the houses, in forest beyond, by there wits and such. Pacificamethyst, called just Pacific then, wanted to run away with Poppy to find the cats. But Poppy always said she was too old to do that stuff. Pacific, being the calm and caring cat, stayed with Poppy, until the older she-cat was taken away. She was gone for weeks, months even. Pacific waited everyday at the fence to see if Poppy would come out, but she never did. Pacific got worried, and as she got worried, she got pesky. Her twolegs didn't know what to do with her. When one tried to pick her up, one day, she clawed at their face, scratching them horribly. The other twoleg was quick to react, grabbing hold of her, almost choking her, and dumping her into this big ole' firebeast! She was pushed into a cage, where she stayed as they took her into this big, blue building. What happened next happened in a blur. She was rushed to an orange room, filled with flowers and pictures of cats. Before she knew it, the twoleg in white cut off her claws, every single one of them. They shot her with something, and the world went dark. As the light started to filter in again, she realized that she was in a cage. A twoleg was standing over her, shorter than the last she had seen. The cage door was opened, and, dodging flying hands and stomping feet, she raced towards the exit, away from the twolegs, away from all, eventually ending up in the woods. But she didn't stop there. She kept running, running running running, till she came to AshClan. No need for a patrol to pick her up, she marched right into the camp! After that, to her, it was a matter of truth or dare. Questions thrown at her. "Tell me the truth! You were a kitty-pet, right?" "HEY! How dare you just march in here! Of all the nerve!" "What's your name, pretty cat?" "Do you really think you would make a guardian?" She answered all the questions calmly, not bothered by the hostility. She was soon welcomed in the clan, gladly taking up duties. She had resumed her calmness, and she can be quite the deceiving one, as well! You better watch out when you hear the name, Pacificamethyst!

Tenebrouspaw // Rped by Synjyd
His piercing silver eyes carried little emotion, and the small bit you could see was of anguish. His slim, charcoal body moved quickly and with immense stamina. His life was left in shards after his previous clan was wiped out years ago, and he was only able to escape because his mother, who had given her life to defend him long enough to climb a nearby tree. He had watched his family torn to bits by a neighboring clan from the mountain side, and the screams of pain still echo through his mind. The rest of his days after that had been spent in search of happiness, and the little he found in small things like chasing birds and catching fish slowly faded back to its usual, angry and depressed self. Eventually he had given up on happiness and just wondered aimlessly through wastelands and forests, and whenever he was confronted by clans he stumbled onto along his trip, he had just remained speechless and ignored all attempts to help him. Until he found AshClan...

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Tanglefire // Rped by Dappledkit
Bio above.

Owlhoot // Rped by Ashenfate
A gentle, quiet she cat with beautiful green eyes. She’s a calico, stricken with bad luck, a milk-giver with plenty of milk, but no kits to feed. She is a very sad, mostly black she cat with white paws and orange splotches around her eyes and back. Her tail is tipped in white, and even though she loves being around young kits and the queens of AshClan, she can’t help but feel her own pain and regret for losing her kits and mate. She keeps to herself though she is a very loving and soft hearted she cat when you get to know her. She enjoys taking long walks through the territory and often likes to pretend her kits are with her. She hopes to be lucky in love a second time, but her sadness tends to get in her way.

Brownleaf // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A brown she-cat with large light brown eyes. She's a kind she-cat, and fairly smaller than the average cat. Yes, she is short. But her attitude is anything but small. Brownleaf is good-natured and high-spirited. She loves to laugh, but even more than that; she loves to make other cats laugh. As for the bad side of her.. She could never hold a grudge. This she-cat is fortunately a forgiving soul.

Blissfulpayne // Rped by paynesofglass
Lonely. Wild. Scared. She would roam through the hearts of toms, but would take flight before she could be tamed. Insane, they called her. Maybe she was. Though this she-cat would never see it. For Bliss would never see anything. At least not after the 'incident'. Blood ran down her face, staining her white fur with streaks of crimson. There was no pain. haven't you heard " Where there is no pain, you go insane?" No? Well I suspect you have only lived a very short while. Pain is everywhere. However Blissfulpayne couldn't tell you. She only 'plays' with toms, until "Oops!" Knocked up. Left to be the mother of kits she would never set eyes on. The incident? Oh goodness, it wasn't the usual 'mistake' that those young cats prey upon. This tom could take no more of this game that Bliss played along to. He acted in violence, a hateful, revengeful violence. No memory does this she-cat have of these events that took place. She only bears the cloudy, sightless eyes that seem to give a mocking glow. Blood. Oh the blood! The last thing you see, and it's the color of death. Pain? Like it stated before, known was felt that darkened night. Insane.

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Pinekit // Rped by Wolves7474
Fierce, headstrong, stubborn. Those are the three words that generally describe Pinefrost. But what's wrong with that? He does have a nice reason to be headstrong, to think he's the best of the best! His fur is almost just as soft, and deathly smooth, as the finest silk. Its dark brown color seems like the bark of the pine tree he is named after, only without the small highlights of greenish-blue or grey. Just pure, dark, brown. And they go very well with his eyes. His big, wide, green eyes. A bright green, to be precise. Like the needles on a pine tree, they are sharp, but not in the same way. Sharp as in, he could see for miles, not the sharp as in, pine needle sharp. He'll take in everything in one, short glance. Oh, remember that thing I said about green? Yes, they are bright, and very intricate as well. The almost neon coating is nothing to what you can find in his eyes! A dark green lining also travels around. Its like spikes, cutting through the brightness like a knife. Its like the grass that always accompanies a pine tree, darkened by the shade. His eyes had made him quite the observer, but he doesn't really take his time to observe, just a glance is all. He'd rather spend his time flexing his muscles! Which he barely does, mind you. They bulge out of his back when he runs, giving him the opportunity of running faster than almost everyone else. But he doesn't always show off. No, he's much more occupied on his ambitious plans. He's not evil, not at all! He just thinks that the world would be better under his control, starting with AshClan. Pinefrost isn't selfish, just headstrong, as I said before. The world can only go on living if he is the best out of everyone, which he thinks he is, so that's good! Its like the trunk of a pine tree, strong against everything that challenges it, king of the forest. But in his eyes, there's no one that can challenge him, making him the best tree in the grasslands of AshClan, one of the few, at least. He doesn't look up to anyone, not even his own mom, Brownleaf. But he does appreciate her, unlike some cats. But he won't stand when someone is, as he calls it, bossing him around. He just can't take an order from someone other than himself! Its not in his bloodstream to fall for the words of someone else! Well, maybe Embracestar, but she is the leader, after all. He'll probably get kicked out if he disobeys her. But, in his mind, Embracestar has the leading business covered. She's good at her job, but, as usual, he thinks he could be better. Its Quilfur that must go. He's too easy-going, as Pinefrost likes to say. Yeah, true, he does take his job seriously, but Pinefrost, again, thinks he can do better. But nothing, And I say NOTHING, will stop Pinefrost from playing with his siblings. He likes to play, which is a weird trait for his character. He likes to play, especially with Foxglove, his clever sister. He actually wants to bring her in on his plan to take over, but never actually knows how to bring it up without giving himself away. But he'll get to her, somehow. And then he'll get to Ravenflight, then Bumblekit and Dawnkit. Quite a plan, eh?

Bumblekit // Rped by BluestarRocks!
A flash of white accents the sheet of midnight serving as her pelt. Bright golden eyes track the progress of her Clanmates, her quiet personality obvious, her timidity clear in every encounter with another cat. This is Bumbletail. Pure black fur tipped on the end of her tail with white, her golden eyes bright. But there's one advantage to being her. Her inspirational aspect, her sublimity, makes her likable despite her reluctance to speak often, and shes extremely in touch with her emotions. She can sense in a heartbeat whether a cat's upset or happy or what emotions are flying through their heads. And a third aspect that makes Bumbletail, Bumbletail is her poetic talent. She can piece together a poem from midair, some almost like someone else spoke the words and is using her to spread them. But she can make the perfect poems for the perfect occasions. She may be the quiet, meek type, but inside is a caring, poetic soul that only wants to be heard.

Foxkit // Rped by яeflect
Reddish brown she-cat with light brown eyes and darker pelt splotches. Relatively clever, sly, and sinister.

Ravenkit // Rped by Me-mow122
Black tom with turquoise eyes and a white chest. Relatively mysterious, courageous, and logical.

Dawnkit // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Ginger she-cat with ivy green eyes. Relatively sensitive, dainty, and naive.

Firekit // Rped by 332er
Redish long haired pelt with stark white paws and tail tip. Brown eyes. She-cat who is rowdy, strong, and determined.

Moorkit // Rped by paynesofglass

A black masked face peers through the shadows of the grasses. The moon sparkles across his long white pelt. The night is his territory, and he enters it's dark mysteries without a single fear. The toms brown eyes show warmth through his muted expression. He does not hear you, for he is deaf. But he feels you.The ground shakes the slightest bit as a mouse scuttles past. Not a sound is heard, but he does not need one to take down his prey. Blissfulpaye, this handsome toms mother, lives in pain at knowing she can not help her kit learn the ways of life She is blind, he is deaf. Only by the gift of touch can they know theexistenceof one another. Moorkit can see all the colors the world has to offer, yet he can not hear of them. Only a very special cat can train him, for not by words may they communicate, but by sight and touch alone. He wants to learn everything, for his curious nature cannot be held back. But how can he learn? Most cats like him would be considered useless, and live with the elders for their life. That is not the life he sees himself living. And that was not the life he chose, for now he can fight as well as the eldest guardian, and show that his disability will never hinder him from being a bright soul in the lives of his clanmates. And even more so for his mother, who he would slaughter the whole of StarClan for.

Darkkit // Rped by Valiantconqueror
Completely black short fur, brown eyes. Mysterious she-cat that's color stands out among her siblings.

Fearkit // Rped by wolves7474
Tom with long white fur with ginger splotches. Brown eyes that seem to always be staring into space, as if scared. Fearful and tactful in unique situations.

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Arroweye // Rped by Valiantconqueror
A brown tabby tom with a white underbelly. His eyes are a deep hazel, and consist mainly with a dull, lethargic hint behind them. He’d like to think that he is a courageous, brave, and generous soul. He'd do just about anything when he wanted to! Well, more like... He’d put it off until sometime next week. He is lazy, no doubt. But when he really puts his mind to it, he'd do whatever he wanted to, as long as it didn't get him into trouble, of course. He is always overlooking things, nit-picking every detail until it is perfect to his opinion. But he has a short attention span, and doesn't understand things very easily. He'd have to be explained by step-by-step instructions, and even then would he start to comprehend the meaning of what he was trying to understand in the first place. Yet, he is persistent, and doesn't give up on anything fairly fast. He is also one to over-estimate his enemy, or anything, for that matter. He is always thinking that they know more than they really do, and it makes him prepared for anything to happen. He is over-dramatic, a pessimist.

Stolenlilac // Rped by BluestarRocks!
A pale gray she-cat, eyes a beautiful violet. Claws sharp and fangs ready. That's what she USED to be. Now she is forced to limp everywhere, eyes dull and pelt unkempt. Her left hind leg is twisted horribly, a nasty run-in with a badger the cause of it. She is still young, too. But after the badger attack - and it happened just a moon or so after she was named Stolenlilac - she was deemed unfit for battle and was put into the boring, often restful life of a Former. But she hates it. She has all but given up on life. She doesn't care for herself, b she helps her Clanmates all the time. Her fur is thin and tangled, her frame bony and weak. But she can't help but think that she's let her Clan down by letting the badger leave her so useless. That's what she calls herself. Useless. But, why is her name Stolenlilac? There's a simple reason for that. Stolenlilac has had eternal fear of badgers, the reason she got her injury, because she was nearly killed by one as a kit. She had ventured out of camp and been having fun, when suddenly a young badger charged out of nowhere and attacked her. She managed to run with only a few scratches, but when her mother found the site of the attack, she didn't emerge and she thought the badger had stolen her daughter. She didn't even have a name, but that night the she-kit returned to the camp and her mother finally thought of a name. Stolenkit. Now she's eternally afraid of badgers and became useless because of it.

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				**Angelstar Rped By Angellewing A small grey she-cat. Angelstar has beautiful amber eyes that are filled with love and care. Angelstar is kind and gentle and wise, but can be very feisty. Despite her traits, she is a vicious fighter when protecting her clan. Angelstar loves the kits and apprentices, loving to take care and train young cats. Angelstar carries around an air of authority with her, although she doesn't normally use it to her advantage by ordering everyone around. Angelstar always wanted to be leader one day, as she truly believes she can lead her clan with pride and dignity. Angelstar wants kits someday although she is willing to wait, and knows that if StarClan decreed her to have kits. then she will. Mate: None Apprentice: None

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				**Windsoul Rped by ♠åçë·ôƒ·šÞåðëš♠ Sleek fur, grayer than the storm clouds that threaten to spit their rain down on the clans, is the perfect way to describe Windsoul. Indeed, his pelt resembles a gray sky on a cloudy, gloomy day where the threat of a storm looms above. His handsome fur is what resembles this tom; he is an amazing cat with a long, winding tail that is held high when he walks. Authority is in his every step. Yet kindness, a beautiful, loving kindness for his Clan, is always alight like shimmering firelight in his golden gaze. To describe such a magnificent, majestic tom is to describe the endless galaxy above. Around his face are darker gray stripes, enhancing his pink and black nose, a birthmark. Glistening silver stripes down his back give him a unique, striking appearance, which makes him the center of attention wherever he goes. His body is sleek and slender, catching the sunlight when the sun sheds its luminous light overhead. Windsoul is the definition of love, unrestrained love with no bounds, and he makes that clear by showing his clan unconditional love, even to those that don’t think much of him. His strong affection for the cats he protects is never hidden. They took him in when young; showed him the meaning of love and friendship; inspired him to change his wicked ways and creep out of his enclosing shell of shyness. They encouraged him to join in with the other Apprentices in fun games. Windsoul had never known ‘love’ before that. His past was just a tangle of thorns and burrs. He couldn’t remember much of it. Yet he still felt the stabbing pain, breaking his emotions, blocking off all feeling. He remembers the hate, which crackles statically in the air like electricity. He even remembers the blood and flesh that coated the ground that day, drenching the grass and the trees’ trunks in slick red liquid. Then his very own parents who had performed this horrific attack on him left him to perish. He survived, of course, by sheer luck. He recovered fully and when he did, he ran. He ran away from his parent’s territory, never looking back, never stopping to rest until his bones screamed at him to stop. He can still feel all that horror, fear and pain to this very day. And for a while, before he met the Clans, he let it simmer and boil in his heart. Unknown to him that his hate for all of life was growing, the tom became a merciless assassin. Some said he was beyond redemption, at the point where hatred had engulfed his whole soul, had eaten away the very core of his spirit, had rotted his heart. Yet they were wrong. There were still a few specks of good in him. He still felt the wavering justice that lingered weakly in his heart. He sought to get rid of it. Windsoul had no time for mercy and pity. The only joy he felt was when he watched the life of another slip away under his claws. Yet an ancient instinct roared at him to stop, that there was still time to redeem himself. He ignored that strong voice that gnawed the edges of his mind, until one fateful day. He had wandered into BrookClan territory, not knowing where he was yet scenting the borders that marked another land. That awoke a sadness that shook him to the very nucleus of his soul. It made him tremble, the force so powerful that in the end he collapsed at the edge of the territory, weeping for some unknown reason. This hard hearted Assassin was now crying. He wanted to feel love again. He wanted to be wrapped in its enveloping warmth and share it with others. Such feelings made him weak. The cats he had killed, the loved ones he had cruelly taken away from others…It was too much to bear. The last few traces of good inside his heart prevailed. Pity gave way to hatred. Kindness overpowered cruelty. It’s true, that saying: ‘love conquers all.’ Well, it might not conquer all but it conquered Windsoul, even though he had never felt such a tender emotion before. It was soon he remembered tales he had heard from loners and rogues. The Clans…this must be a Clan then, he had thought excitedly. Windsoul was determined to shed his old life like a snake shedding its skin. He wanted to leave it behind. And so, a little recklessly, he did. Knowing nothing of the ways of the Clans, and being only ‘apprentice-aged’, he stumbled right into the heart of the territory and was caught by a patrol. He was taken to their camp where Windsoul tried to convince the big throng of cats that he was innocent. He had even pleaded to their leader to allow him to stay, even though nervousness made him choke with fear. The tom had never seen such a huge group of felines before. Nonetheless, he was allowed to stay, though he was disregarded and looked down on by many of the other cats. They passed him, hissed at him, teased him until Windsoul, so confident that he was going to fit in and learn to delicate emotion of love, withdrew and became a silent, shy tom. But things change, and when Windsoul was called out for battle, he went with his mentor – and saved him from a ruthless rogue. From that day on he was known as a hero. He received his warrior name and was treated with a different respect… He finally grew to know ‘love’ and he learned how to show it, too. His old life was behind him: he was now a majestic, honorable warrior who fought for justice. Still, he was an unusual choice for Co-deputy. When the leader gave him the choice to have such a position all he could do was splutter, ‘yes.’ And when it was announced to the Clan, there were a few mutterings of disapproval. Yet Windsoul, a new tom with a new purpose, was determined to prove his worth. He became not only courageous, brave, loving and brimming with authority; he started afresh. And if you’re wondering about his faults then yes, he does have them. Every cat does. It is possibly his stubbornness and outspoken personality that marks him off from the rest of the crowd. A perfect cat is nonexistent in this world, and despite these two flaws, Windsoul is happy with his life. Being co-deputy has made him a wondrous tom with true leadership qualities. It’s true what this tom has been through, but it has only made him the cat he is today. Mate: Featherfoot Apprentice: Breyerpaw

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				Castaway Rped by Nightdream14 A large, sturdy long-haired tom with large, almond-shaped green eyes. Castaway's tabby fur is a billion shades of browns, oranges, whites and gray, with a little black too. Castaway has had a fairly complicated life. He was born as Darkkit. As a kit his mother, a PondClan she-cat known as Hollyfire, had some sort of mental break down. The queen wouldn't so much as look at Castaway, then Darkkit, but his grandmother, Featherfern, took care of him. That is until Hollyfire took him away. It was really dark outside, no moon showing through the clouds, and Hollyfire had Darkkit in her jaws. She ran across into BrookClan territory and set him down by a tree, looking at him coldly, "you are a castaway," she told him and left. He spent the night there and in the morning a patrol found him. When asked his name he told them, "Castaway." The patrol figured he was a rogue's kit and named him Castkit. Castaway used the words his mother threw at him and started a new life. Although he grew up a kit dreaming of being a leader he never wanted to be a warrior. Back in PondClan he'd taken to following the medicine cats around because they had fascinated him. They still fascinated him in BrookClan and he tried everything to get close to them, including dragging squirrels and mice into the den to talk to them. He always hoped Trivialcloud would notice him, and when it happened he was in shock. Castaway, after being thrown away by his mother, built himself up into a cat BrookClan can be proud of.

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Riverstorm
Rped by Whitemuzzle
Don't let this tom's placid blue eyes fool you. He may be calm looking on the outside but look out! He can strike without warning. Riverstorm is fiercely loyal to BrookClan and to the protection of his clanmates. His gray and black tabby coat reminded his mother so much of the river she loved so that's why she named him Riverkit. His stormy nature provided the basis to his warrior's name. But as all things have a balance, Riverstorm also has a softer side. He has plenty of love to share with a mate when he finds one.
Apprentice: Midnightpaw
mate: none
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**Roseflower
Rped By Dappledkit
Delicate, that is the word that best describes this young she cat, her pelt is as white as snow, with only a single red paw. Hey eyes are a prestine color of blue, as blue as the noon day sky. Roseflower loves to play with her siblings and prefers to stay close to her mother. Her small lithe body is perfect for hunting, but when it comes to fighting, Roseflower prefers to stay behind and watch. Kind, loving, and very motherly for one so young, Roseflower can't wait to find a mate and start her life as a warrior
Mate:
Apprentice: Fadingpaw

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Darkeningflame
Rped by Angellewing
Darkeningflame is a pure black tom, no hint of colour on him whatsoever, other than his deep blue eyes, the one trait he shares with his sister; Evermoon. Darkeningflame has a strong build, very stocky and very strong. He is constantly trying to use his strength to protect those he loves; especially his sister. Darkeningflame would give his life for his sister, if it meant that she lived. Unlike his sister, Darkeningflame is more reserved, giving voice to his opinions only when he feels it direly necessary. Darkeningflame feels at home with his clan, although lesser more than his sister does. He tends to keep an eye on her; and he being the older one, he feels it is necessary and responsibility to his dead parents. He loves his sister more than anything, and is keeping his eye out for the right she-cat for him. Loyal to his clan, he does not wish for a forbidden love, as he feels like his sister, and that StarClan will lead him to the right cat.
Apprentice: Badgerpaw
Mate: None
Kin: Evermoon
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Sunbeat
Rped by Silverclaw101
A golden tom with yellow eyes. From a strangers eyes, Sunbeat and his twin sister Moonsong seem opposites in look and action. And that stranger is mostly right! Sunbeat and his sister never agree and their fighting styles are completely different. While Moonsong uses strategy and cleverness, Sunbeat uses his strength and his sharp claws. He and his sister make the perfect fighting team. Sunbeat is very protective of his sister, but he sometimes goes to far. When that happens, he swears never to do it again, for Moonsong really tells him off. Sunbeat is a loyal cat and doesn't want to be tied down by a mate and kits. He can't understand why his sister does. He doesn't fight unfairly or without reason, but still likes to fight.
Mate:
Apprentice:
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Lynxleap
Rped by Nightdream14
A strong tom with the same long tabby coat as his father, Crookedhumor, but the soft gray eyes of his mother, Lilysprite. Lynxleap was raised by BrookClan basically. His father, though he loved both him and his sister, Patchwork, was very busy and his mother was killed by a fox so it fell to the queens of BrookClan to bring up him and his sister. Though he loves BrookClan very much for their love his whole life doesn't revolve around it like it does for Croookedhumor and Patchwork. For him a family is all that matters, like it did for his mother. Day and night he thinks of the possiblilties of his own kits and mate, of how much he'd love them. On patrol, or hunting, or even fighting it crosses his mind, yet he doesn't search for a mate. Because, to him, if it happens it happens. But no worries because he still has his loyalties for BrookClan, he'd still die for the clan, but it won't ever rule his life.
Mate:
Apprentice:
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Ravenflight
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
A handsome jet-black Tom with glowing amber eyes. This well-mannered cat is quite shy. He usually keeps to himself unless he is being spoken to or is asked to go on a patrol. Although he may be quiet, he is the most dedicated cat you could ever meet. He enjoys walking alone in the forest and thinks about things that cross his complex mind. He wonders if he can ever find he courage to tell the she-cat of his dreams how he feels when the time comes, but for now, he enjoys the simple things in clan life. He would give up everything, even his own life, for the sake of Brookclan
Mate:
Apprentice: Frostedpaw
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Chestnutblaze
Rped by Dappledkit
A strong and cocky young tom that knows how to get things done quickly, this cat doesn’t follow orders well when he was younger. The proud prodigal son of Oceanstar and Pinethrush, Chestnutblaze is a soft spoken tom that lacks the caution and majesty that characterized his mother. He is spirited, though he doesn’t often take the time to say what he means or tell others what he wants, a few curt words are about all you can get out of him most days. When he was a young kit, he disappeared from the clan and found himself on a small farm. He lived a peaceful life as a barn cat for many moons, growing up into a strong, sleek, and well fed tom. He loves the taste of mice, though, when he was younger, he missed the taste of fish. He loved his life in the barn, that is, until the call of home told him it was time to return. Though, he had to work hard to prove that he was not going to turn his back on his clanmates again. Chestnutblaze has handsome forest green eyes and thick brown fur much like his father’s. He loves hunting more than anything, and although he is a more than admirable fighter, he prefers to peace and quiet of his own nest. Many cats think that he is too lazy and well fed to be a clan cat, but Chestnutblaze doesn’t like it get to him. He’ll just have to keep working hard to prove himself.
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Ravenblaze
Rped by Spotteddapple577
Have you ever be trapped? Surrounded by flames? Black as night with a single line of white down his face is Ravenblaze. His fiery personality is like the flames that threatened to kill him. His amber eyes, with a single glare can petrify you. His massive size shows he is a relative of Haywire, FallClan. He is an AMAZING fighter. He loves to run but complains that he never gets the chance to.
Apprentice:
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Owltalon
Rped by Xambi
A scrawny light brown tom with off-white large spots smothering his muzzle, two front paws, and ear. His eyes are a mellow amber color, seeming to always show what he is thinking. He is rather skittish and meek, always quick to flee in any dire situation, be it conversation or battle. His heart is mostly worn on his proverbial sleeve, making him quite unselfish (that or just too scared to say no) to anyone. Most of the time he hangs around camp, or around some rivers. He lives for hunting fish, finding it the most enjoyable thing to do (seeing as he hates fighting). Owltalon is a very suspicious cat; not trusting others easily.

Evermoon
Rped by Angellewing
A pure black she cat with silver ears and deep blue eyes. Evermoon is sassy and likes to back talk, stating her opinions when she feels that she should be heard, and believe me, she has a lot of opinions. Evermoon has an older brother, Darkeningflame, and she can't stand his overprotectivness, and tells him that. Ever since their parents died, he has been trying to protect her. She loves him, no doubt about it, but she hates how he treats her like a helpless kit, and constantly tries to prove otherwise, no matter how life threatening it is to her. Evermoon is very impulsive, and trusts her instinct, which is normally right. Evermoon has the potential to change lives; she just needs to learn to control herself a bit more, and learn when, and when not to, voice herself. Evermoon is as loyal to her clan as it gets, and would die for them. She can't imagine ever having forbidden love, and is certain that the tom for her is within her clan, in her home.
Apprentice:
Mate: None
Kin: Darkeningflame
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**Maysong
Maysong is a small light grey she-cat with darker gray flecks over her pelt, and black paws and ears. Her eyes are a clear blue. Maysong was found on the territory, sick and unconscious. She was brought back to camp and nursed back to health. Maysong wants nothing more then to earn the trust of her new clan. She wants to train as an apprentice, and be a successful warrior. She wants to someday lead her clan, but if it comes to her retiring as an elder before that day, she will be glad with that. Maysong is kind and gentle, and ferociously loyal to her clan.
Rped by Angellewing
Apprentice:
mate:none
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Moonsong
Rped by Silverclaw101
Silvery she cat with blue eyes. When this cat walks by, toms are transfixed by her rhythmic walk and her sweeping tail, but toms be warned! This cat has a sharp tongue and even sharper claws. Oh, and you have to get through her brother too. Moonsong doesn't fight for no reason, but will fight fiercely when there is a cause. She is quick and clever and proves that you don't need to be big or strong or a tom to win. She enjoys helping out at the nursery during her spare time, and especially likes playing with the kits. She hopes to have a caring mate and playful kits of her own someday.
Mate: Darkeningflame
Apprentice:
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Brooksong
Rped by §Symphony§
Brooksong's past is a mystery to most. She was chosen as a medicine cat apprentice once, and she served admirably for several moons. She was nearing the stage where she would have become a full medicine cat, when she suddenly disappeared from the clan. She didn't return for many moons, and when she did, she was joined by a she-cat that was slightly smaller than her, with silver tabby fur and green eyes. Brooksong never told anyone her reason for leaving. She was lucky to be accepted into the clan again, because she was now older. Her muzzle was flecked with white hairs. She was not nearly so fast or graceful as she had once been. But her silvery gray pelt was still sleek and beautiful. She was still wise beyond her years, still kind, still gentle, still good. And she became a warrior this time, albeit, a warrior with many of the skill of a medicine cat. She can still be seen watching the medicine cats intently, she can still be seen helping kits remove thorns from their paws. And it is obvious that she yearns to be as she once was, young, free and happy, a medicine cat apprentice of her clan. But her fate took her down another path. One she has long since accepted.
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Silentstep
Rped by §Symphony§
A very small, slender she-cat with a silver tabby pelt and green eyes. Silentstep arrived in Brook Clan one day with her friend and mentor, Brooksong. She refused to tell anyone of her past, or of how she had met Brooksong. Instead, she set to work as one of the youngest warriors in the clan, with a hard-working, cheerful outlook. When others are resting, she is out hunting or practicing her battle moves. She loves the work, because it gives her something to do, and she goes to it with a will. She finds joy in the simple moments of life. She loves every bit of nature for what it is, a beautiful work of art. Silentstep's greatest talents are her speed and grace, mirroring the talents Brooksong once possessed. She has a brilliant mind, and is constantly thinking, even when she's busy working. Her goal in life is to be just like Brooksong and Brooksong's mother Streambreeze, both of whom she respects greatly.
Apprentice: Otterpaw
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Whitesmoke
Rped by Nightdream14
Her beautiful topaz eyes shine with laughter. The laugh she so often uses carries her warm voice across camp. When she talks you hear bird song. Whitesmoke is the beatuiful daughter a rogue, who died long ago. She was born in a small hallow, where her mother taught her to hunt and defend herself. And all her life she's wanted to do nothing but be of service to it. For her BrookClan is her home, her life and her heart. As a kit she stayed out of trouble, a trait that continued into her apprenticeship. She can't stand the thought of getting in trouble or a rebuke. Good is what she is. From the inside out there is nothing even slighty angry or mean about her. Sweetness is her essence, she spends her time listening to others and trying her hardest to help. A frosted angel is the very description of a warm-hearted beauty, nevermind the gentle teasing of her friends referring to her, 'goody-goody' nature. Beauty in all she is, inside and out.
Apprentice: Redpaw
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Midnightflame
Rped by Spotteddapple577
A black she-cat with sliver stripes twisting up her front legs is Midnightflame. Her sky blue eyes make her beautiful. Her slender frame makes her smaller then most cats. When she was a kit she hated the world. She joined BrookClan when she was 6 moons old. All she knew was hatred and betrayal. BrookClan forced her carefully out of her guncase if you want to call it that. Ever since then she believed strongly in StarClan. Her mother awaits her there. While her father does not. Runningfox went to the dark forest long ago after being the well known killer of the forest. When her parants argued he killed her mother she fled. Her whole mind was clogged with one simple word: Run. And she did. She never looked back until she was sure he was gone. She taught herself how to fight. A BrookClan patrol found her and she fought back. When she was taken in & made and apprentice she shied away from everyone. She always hid in hollow trees or empty rabbit holes. She never learned the feeling of love. She did once. She actually had a mate then... He was killed. She swore she would never love again. And so far she has kept that promise.
Apprentice: Clockworkpaw
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Tearfrost
Rped by The-Roaming-Spirit
Beautiful is a way to descrbe her. But she is so much more. Shy and reserved, young Tearfrost is an out-of-place creature, and barely ever speaks. Her fur, silky and smooth, with a long-plumbed tail. Her fur, a gorgious pale silver-blue hue with tabby stripes, and snow-white underside and paws. And her eyes, a lovely yellow-like color, like warm, liquid honey or gold. Her life was not a good one. Her mother, driven mad after the death of her beloved mate, was harmful to her children. A long scar on her chest, hidden by flowing fur, is the proof of this. She has an acute sense of hearing and smell, and her long legs can carry her quickly. However, the mere sight of blood can send her into a faint, and it takes quite a time to recover. Tearfrost is highly apathetic, therefore meaning, emotionless. She never shows any feelings towards others, only a bland mood. This keeps her from what she wishes for most: A loving family. Tearfrost, before sinking into her depression, and then apathetic personality, was suicidal, almost. She spoke of it often, but rarely tried, knowing she was to coward to do such anyways. One day, she was traveling through the woods, and came upon BrookClan. She's been there ever since, but still shows no emotions, towards anything.
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Betrayedflame
Rped by drizzleheart
Betrayedflame is a delicate, lean she cat with startlingly gentle, bright blue eyes. Her pelt is a penetrating russet and stripes rush down her back like the wind washes across a moor. You would never dare lie to her, for every small emotion has a way of showing upon her face. She is easily hurt, yet very kind to those around her. One day she hopes to be able to head to the queens den with a mate by her side--but for now she is still looking for her prince. She is a skilled hunter, being very agile and cunning. Despite this, she lacks in the arena of fighting and is terrified by the idea of battle. Even though this is true, she knows in her heart that she would defend her clan with her life.
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Silvernight
Rped by blossomlight
Two gentle silver eyes. A small, well-built frame. Fur darker than the Dark Forest's deepest point. Splatters of white across a pelt so slick. A dash of silver across the right side of her muzzle. This she-cat is no ordinary one. With the one sibling she has in a different clan, what other choice does she have but to start out new? Silvernight is no push-over even though she may not look as tough. Her son, Clockworklullaby knows this well. She taught him how to hunt, add flavor to his food, and most of all, fight. Her fighting skills above all others are superior. The only imperfection on this perfect she cat are her battle scars. On her left ear she is missing a chunk of the ear. Across her left flank is a claw mark that stretches to her hind leg. The strangest thing on her is her tail. Silver wraps around it like a serpent. She stands out from other with this unique feature. She wanted kits more than anything, but she only had one...She was happy with it. If Starclan intends for her to have more then so be it.
Apprentice:
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Pebblesong
Rped by Exorcist.
Pebblesong is an average-sized silver she-cat. Her pelt is short in length and decorated with thin, precise, black tabby markings. It has fluffy, white tufts on her chest, paws, and tail tip. She has stunning, deep amber eyes that show no emotion at all. This beautiful she-cat had a hard past that taught her how to erase trace of emotion. Soft-spoken, she usually doesn't have much to say.

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Badgerpaw(stripe)
Rped by Whitemuzzle
Spirit? This tom has got it! He's a feisty brown tabby tom with chestnut brown eyes. Two black stripes one on each side of his head give him a badger-like appearance. He loves to play and often gets into trouble with his love of pulling pranks on unsuspecting cats. Never at a lack for energy, Badgerpaw is often seen zooming around the camp. He is full of curiosity and often wonders what the world outside the camp is like. Mistystream is his mother. He can't seem to recall his father. He was just a week old when that brave tom died in a battle protecting him from a fox. Badgerpaw is looking forward to the day when he will take his place with the other warriors of BrookClan.
Mentor: Darkeningflame

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Midnightpaw(spark)
Rped by Nightdream14
A rather handsome midnight black tom with a splash of fiery orange on his nose. Life has always been incredibly average for this tom. He was kitted by a queen named Shiverwhisker and he had four other siblings. As a kit he played moss ball, chased leaves, and annoyed the elders just like every other cat in BrookClan history. He made close friends, one of them being Castaway, the medicine cat, and Poinsettiagift, a pretty she-cat. And he's lived for BrookClan, hunting, patrolling, and fighting for them. By all accounts he is average to the naked eyes. But there is so much more underneath. Midnightspark ad eyes the color of ferns that shine with continuous compassion. His voice is a soft cadence that draws you in. And his heart is one of gold. So, yes he may seem average. He'll never be leader, or the most loved cat, but in the end he'll be happy, and that's enough.
Mentor: Riverstorm
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Otterpaw(shell)
Rped by Twila12
As though at he was made of dark russet, brown fur, his thin but sleek fur looks like an otter's thin coat. When he is swimming under the surface of the water, you can almost see the ice blue eyes, brimming through the dark water. Bursting into the air, a fish at his nose, he'll twist and kick it as far away from the shore as he can, and then dives, right back into the water. Some say it's amazing, others say it's brilliant, but all in one, Ottershell, is handsome and brimming with ideas, when he fishing he'll dab his tail into the water, luring his prey, then lunges, to where the fish would be. Lifting his soaking wet head, a fish flailing in his jaws, at that same moment, it goes limp. Feeling as proud as he could be, he would slowly, lumber away, his catches balancing carefully on his back, head and some in his mouth. He just can't help it when he's fishing, and as you know, hunting is his best.
Mentor: Silentstep
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Breyerpaw(fire)
Rped by Me-mow122
A dark brown tom with red eyes. He has black stripes going around his front paws and around his tail, his eyes have a fire look to them that is how he got his name Breyerpaw. He is an excellent fighter who will not give up even if he is hurt he does not given in when he is fighting he was born in WinterClan but was brought to Brookclan to be raised in his mother's clan. His sisters are Frostedpaw and Redpaw. While they were apprentices here their mother was killed in battle while he was training to be a warrior. Breyerpaw is haunted by his past and he still blames himself for his mother's death even though he could do nothing about it since he had just started his training . He is loyal and brave, he is an excellent hunter but an even better fighter.
Mentor: Windsoul
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Clockworkpaw(lullaby)
Rped by Blossomlight
"Tik tok tik tok tik tok" the melody of the clock is starting to drill into your mind. The hands moves oh so slowly and the lullaby drifts past you. Silent and mind-blowing is the tom in the corner His golden eyes tell a story to deep for explanation. His fur a perfect shade of silver and his left ear is midnight black. He has a white tail tip and a mysterious smile. He can trick anyone and moves swiftly. His fighting skills are surperior to those of a regular warrior. He was the runt of his litter and now he is the largest cat in his family. He rarely speaks, unless of course it is to impress a she-cat. Simply a cat who no one talks to he feels like an outcast at times. He always has the clockwork lullaby in his head. "tik tok tik tok tik tok" till the day he dies. He has a game he likes to play. It's a dangerous game. Whoever wins his heart wins the game. Who in the world could this be? I am glad you asked, he is Clockworklullaby, truely a mysterious cat. Just remember the lullaby of the clock and he'll always be somewhere near.
Mentor: Midnightflame
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Crowpaw(flight)
Rped by blossomlight
One delicate blue eye and one intelligent green eye lay upon this tom's face. His cute brick colored nose and curious twinkle make him seem cute and adorable. Once you see his teeth you think again. Their razor sharp points are the result of his mother. She taught him how to keep his teeth perfect. Sometimes cats call him Bonecruncher for how his teeth and muscles show. They are all truly wrong. He really is a sweet tom with an energetic attitude. He loves life and all that is nice and sweet about it. He is really fun to be around and a great friend. Underneath his crow black pelt are rippling muscles that are strength at it's fullest. On his first day of being an apprentice, he caught a crow. He also was showing off his muscles and how they help him spring into the air. The only cat who has defeated him was his mentor, he can never live up to be as great as that one cat. He hopes some she-cat someday will overlook his intimidating appearance and truly love him for his pure substance inside.
Mentor: TBD
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Lemonpaw(fang)
Rped by drizzleheart
Lemonpaw is a very aggressive, pushy, and disobedient tomcat with a big mouth and bad listening skills. His coat is a pale ginger that seems to gleam with a yellowish shine in the sun--thus, his name. Though he never seems to pay attention to others, he manages to learn the hard way. He is swift, hefty fighter with sharp claws and fangs and a big heart. He works hard at hunting and often grows frustrated because of his lack of patience. He is a handful, but is a truly loyal cat that would never dream to betray his clan. His bright amber eyes match his pelt well and tend to give him away if he tries to sneak up on a friend or foe, for they gleam even in the moonlight.
Mentor: TBD
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Eloquentpaw
Rped by Nightshower
Eloquence: "Fluent or persuasive speaking." While this tom was named after his silky voice and smooth words, his way of speaking is not the only smooth thing about him. With fur the color of shadows in Greenleaf and eyes of a deeper blue than any lake, Eloquentpaw is very smooth with the she-cats. He is lithe, but not small and his muscles are lean beneath his thick fur. When he walks, you'd think he was floating by how silent his paws are. Nimble and aware of his body, this tom is a fantastic hunter. However, when it comes to battle, he doesn't do quite as well. He is not as strong as most other cats and tends to avoid one on one battling. Eloquentpaw is slightly arrogant, but he keeps it well under control. Just like any emotions he may have.
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Lovingpaw(memory)
Rped by Nightdream14
Lovingmemory is a fluffy, pretty, brown and white she-cat with light gray eyes. As a kit she lost her mother after a sickness she can't remember. All she knew was that she was an orphan, that is until Patchwork adopted her. The young queen is still expecting her own kits but when she saw Lovingkit, then Littlekit, she took her for her own. Lovingkit was told by Patchwork that she had the perfect name for her, so she let Patchwork change her name to Lovingkit, she doesn't know why yet but Patchwork says when she gets her warrior name she'll know. Lovingmemory, upon recieving her warrior name, cried for the loss of her mother and out of thanks for Patchwork. She sees the pride and love shining in Patchwork's eyes and she knows, beyond a doubt, that her mother would have looked the same. In fact sometimes when she's alone in the forest she likes to hunt and run, just to think of nothing but her mother, who's name was Nebulafire. One days she'll have a family and she'll have a daughter who'll one day be called Patchfire, because both of her mothers will forever be honored in her heart and her kits.
Mentor: Maysong
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Fadingpaw(ivy)
Rped by wolves7474
Stolen, that's what you would think of Fadingkit. She was born tangled, with crippled back legs. So helpless her mother left her alone in the wild, to be found by Brookclan warriors. Helpless, useless, no good. That was what would have flown through any mind at the sight of this poor kit. But she is none of that. She is bold, daring even. Determined to keep a hold of the fading life she scrambles for every day. But her pelt glows with her heart, beautiful despite her disadvantage. It seems to shine silver beneath the jet black traveling down her back like a coat. It envelopes her long and graceful tail that she can actually move, even though her back legs drag behind her with nothing to do. Her eyes glitter a teal green that shines like the sun. They are big and pretty, wonderful for the use of watching. Her claws are a flash of dark grey, sharp to the point. Her shape would've been one that every cat wants to have. Smooth and lithe, muscular and flexible, she would've been a sight to see. But now, new comers look at her in disgust and scorn, as if she would never be of any use. Fadingkit shoves that away like it was a little speck in the breeze, nothing to her, or anyone else in her clan. She works battle moves that she makes up every day, using her disadvantage as an advantage. She sits for hours, still as a tree, and waits for prey to work up the courage to come near her. She works on everything everyday, hoping that she would still be able to become a warrior. She needs to be kept happy, and that is easy, for she sometimes has to lighten everyone else up with her high spirits. She is kind to everyone, but turns down anybody who feels sorry for her. She would just turn away and close off her ears until the cat gets the message. Fadingkit loves her clan, and she understands that she will have to work twice as hard when she is an apprentice. She is probably more determined than any cat to complete her goal, and that is to become a warrior. But she would never unsheathe her claws against anyone unless she has a very good reason. She believes that anything is possible, and does her best to help around the camp. She has a nosy personality, and knows almost everything that goes on in the clan. She is a proud kit and it takes a lot to hurt her pride. All her hard work has made her clever, and she enjoys outsmarting everyone. In that case, she can be mischievous, but you can trust her with any secret. She understands quietness, and can be quiet herself sometimes. But it doesn't matter, because she is strong and brave, her front legs more powerful than most kits. Her beauty agrees with her, but she barely looks at herself, it doesn't seem right to her. She isn't a helpless bundle of fur, she can't bear it. She is a hard-worker, and her mentor would be proud to train her. So laugh all you want, you'll will be paid back soon enough, because when she is a warrior, she will rip you to shreds...... for her clan, she would do anything.
Mentor: Roseflower
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Frostedpaw(cold)
Rped by Me-mow122
A young she cat with white fur and silver stripes. Cold that's exactly what she is. Her piercing mint green eyes show no mercy. Frostedpaw's mother died while she was giving birth to three kits Frostedkit, Redkit, and Breyerkit. She hates smiling because if she tries to smile it turns out awkward. She never knew her father. Don't get on her nerves because she will tear you apart.
Mentor: Ravenflight
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Redpaw(rose)
Rped by Me-mow122
A reddish brown she-cat with blue eyes. She is the sister of Frostedpaw. She is outgoing and crazy. Everyone is her friend and her clan loves her. She is nice, but if you get on her nerves she will tear you apart with her thorn like claws. She never knew her mother and father. One day she wants to have a mate that will love her for who she is.
Mentor: Whitesmoke
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Paradisepaw(dream)
Rped by xxflickeringlights
When Paradisedream was a young kit, she thought the world was kind, happy, and beautiful. She thought paradise was in the Nursery, where her now deceased mother and siblings lived with her. They were a amiable little family. Until he came into her life. Daddy and Mommy started fighting, fighting, fighting, all throughout winter - and it only grew worse when her siblings died from greencough. Mommy and Daddy were always yelling at each other, their hoarse cries ringing throughout Camp. Then, one day, Mommy died, and Daddy committed suicide. A sympathetic queen took the scarred kit under her wing, but she had seen too much, too early to ever be healed. Now, Paradisedream is different. She's skeptical about love and cynical about life, and refuses to let anyone into her heart. However, many have tried, and failed quickly. Her soft grey pelt, which is gently striped with cinder grey and finished off with dainty snowy white paws, stands a stark contrast against her cold, harsh blue eyes. This outer appearance is what many toms are attracted to, and Paradisedream feels that there is no need to show them what is inside - because what's the point, if someone's always out to hurt you?
Mentor: TBD
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Crimsonpaw(Rose)
Rped by stelzibelz
Crimsonrose, she lonely ghost of Brookclan. She doesn't have many friends and what friends she has aren't that keen on her. Why? Shes good looking enough, Isn't mean or hateful. Shes just what some would say... not normal. Her Ginger pelt with Dark brown patches doesn't exactly help. she has one brown eye and one green. She is also blind. for some reason she could never see. That is why no-one really likes her, either that or they sympathize her which really gets on her nerves. She likes to think for herself and enjoys being alone, so she isn't sad being alone, just every one would assume she is. She likes fighting because it soothes her cold anger and unlike others it isn't as horrible because she cant the blood and gore of the fight around her. She thinks fast and cherishes the time she has by herself.
Mentor: TBD
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Dovepaw(heart)
Rped by blossomlight
On the outside a shy, calm, sweet she-cat. On the inside, a completely different cat. If she wasn't so timid she could be who she wants to be; a fun, adventurous, out-going she-cat with nothing to lose. She wants to climb trees and go on all sorts of adventures with her friends. She wants to feel the thrill of battle whenever she feels like it. But she must remain calm and level-headed. She has to keep her perfect white coat clean and groomed. She has to make sure her fur doesn't get in the way of her lovely navy blue eyes. She has to be nice to everyone in her clan. She has to be a lady if you'd like to put it that way. But she doesn't want to watch her manners and her tone of voice. She wants to live like a warrior cat should! But would she ever admit it? Of course not. She has to do what her mother intended for her to do, find a mate and settle down with kits. She doesn't want to be restricted to this though. She wants to feel the love that only comes from another clan, forbidden that is. She wants to forget all her troubles and worries and just have fun. Maybe someday, she'll admit it. Who is 'she'? Well 'she' is Doveheart, beauty of the clan.
Mentor: TBD
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Glamorpaw
Rped by Nightshower
One word to describe Glamorpaw? Glamorous. If there's anything her mother was good at, it was naming her kits. Glamorpaw's only living kin is her brother, Eloquentpaw. Their mother died a traitor to the clan and Glamorpaw refuses to talk about it. According to this apprentice, she doesn't have a mother at all. With her long, dappled brown and ginger pelt, she is very pretty. Her eyes are the shade of water flowing slowly beneath a layer of ice. Glamorpaw is bigger than her brother and much heavier on her paws. This she-cat has never been great with hunting, mainly because she doesn't have the patience to wait for her prey. However, when it comes to fighting, Glamorpaw knows what she's doing. Her claws can be just as sharp as her words and she's always hungry for a battle. The thrill of fighting to defend her clan is something she'll never get enough of. When she is in battle, everything seems to slow down and she can see everything clearly. Always a step ahead of her opponent, it is rare for her to receive a major injury while fighting. Everything Glamorpaw does, she does it well. Or at least tries to.
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Fawnpaw(leap)
Rped by Ashenfate
Soft, sweet, and beautiful. This young she-cat's fur is a dark brown with white rings around her eyes, which gave her her name. Odd coloring, yes, but she believes it makes her unique. Truly, it does. Her eyes are a dark brown as well, though they seem a little brighter when in direct sunlight. Fawn is a one of a kind she-cat, and would do anything to protect her clan, no matter the cost. Her hunting and battle skills are evenly matched, making her a great addition to the clan.

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Silverkit(bells)
Nightdream14
Silverbells was found by a queen named Silverwater. He was originally a loner named Silver. When Silverwater found him she brought him home to BrookClan immediately. The young tom was in shock and it took several days before he even talked. For awhile he refused to eat and to this day no one knows where he came from. Once he grew used to BrookClan he loved it. Nothing could get him away from BrookClan. Silverwater raised him to work for BrookClan and its cats, and he does. Silverbells hunts and fights with a fire for the clan that kept him alive. However devoted he is to his clan he still loved his family fiercely.
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Despairkit
Rped by .:Vesper:.
A grey tabby pelt that blends more closely together, making it unclear on where his white underbelly begins and the grey tabby ends. He has dashing green eyes that haunt those he hates, and is very muscular. He is the strongest of his litter, but is also the worst. He hates all cats, no ifs ands or buts. He will not deal with anyone who annoys him, and would rather slice their noses and feed the noses to a pack of dogs. He does have a few friends which he protects with his life, but other than that, forget it. It's hard to befriend him, and even harder to get use to how he always seems to appear at the right moment to ruin someone's day.
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Dixiekit(jay)
Rped by Nightdream14
Large white tom with bluish black tuxedo markings and clear, owl-like blue eyes. Dixiejay is a rebel, and a proud one at that. Looking at him you see a snarky look in his eyes and a impish smile. It's not so far-fetched to think that this tom loves trouble. Handsome and coy as he is easy to see his rebellious side. Once upon a time he was a well-behaved kit, until he got a taste of pranks. His friend, Silverkit, convinced him to pull a prank. At first he'd resisted, but eventually peer pressure won out and he agreed. The trill of it, of knowing it was wrong, captured him. It was addictive, and since then he's been a rebel. Though he's still devoted, respectful, and sweet, rebellion is a part of him now. As much as he loved BrookClan, his true loyalty is with the trill of rebellion. The only thing that worries him: what if that's not what they want? Sometimes he scares himself, picturing himself being thrown out of his clan for his antics. But he has to take one step at a time and resist that fear.
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Darkkit(flash)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
An intimidating dark brown tabby tom with prying yellow eyes. Comparing him to his siblings, you'd never guess they were related. Darkflash puts a negative twist on any situation and he isn't the ideal cat to have around at any time. Maybe if you want be depress yourself, but otherwise he is just too... Black and white. No one has been able to lighted that cold, dull heart of his. He doesn't even want anyone around him with the exception of his sister Shrewtail. As annoying as she can be sometimes, he actually enjoys her perky carelessness. You will never see him smile without her around, which is kind of sad. A lot of cats find him creepy and that is a understatement. He has this sort of distorted sense of humor and laugh full of unamusement and despise. Naturally, he doesn't speak much. There is no one to speak to, and he doesn't want to talk to himself, though it would most likely not surprise anyone. He has this mysterious air about him that attracts some she-cats, which causes him much displeasure. He dislikes other cats in general, but the worst are conceited, flirtatious she-cats who think they can walk up to any tom and they'll fall head over paws in love with her. You may wonder what he does for entertainment. The answer is observing. Like the creeper everyone has named him as, he simply watches camp from the shadows, taking in the conversations. He hears all the latest scandles or the dramatic love affairs. On the inside he laughs at the pointless things everyone sees as important enough to waste air on, but on the outside his looks bored and sad like he usually does. His display of darkness is the only way he can obsorbed the silence of solitude and avoid the hassle of having act like he cared about what was being said by unwelcome company. Though Darkflash hates many things, the thing he hates the most is love. He never wants to find it, and hopes that in the end, he dies alone, missed only by Shrewtail and maybe his other siblings, Creekfall, Silvermoth, and Briarleaf.
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Creekkit(fall)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
A handsome gray tabby tom with entrancing sea green eyes. The happy-go-lucky tom is a perfect example of popular. He has many good, close friends and he also hovers around other groups. Creekfall just has that magnetic personality that has a way of getting to everyone he meets. He doesn't realize the effect he can have on others and sometimes makes a fool of himself because of that. That happens more than often. With big clumbsy paws and a broad form, he isn't the most graceful cat around. When you see him, he'll most likely his face in the dirt or he'll be laying flat on his back groaning. He looks absolutely ridiculous next to his petite sister, Shrewtail, but she often takes the attention off of him when he does something really stupid. Somehow that doesn't seem to stop others from liking him. He still manages to get swooned over by she-cats and be the leader of the tom group. It's not really explainable, but no one really questions it. Except maybe his brother, Darkflash. He pays no heed to him though. Creekfall finds it a waste of his time to be around someone who doesn't want him around. Distractions come frequently for him. In the middle of a conversation he'll drift off into space, mind straying to some distant place. After that, it takes a lot to regain his attention. One day, he hopes have a mate, but he doesn't want any she-cat. He doesn't want a she-cat who through herself at him. He wants one who can be his friends as well as his soulmate. When he'll find her, he doesn't know, but he hopes he doesn't have to wait too long. He also would love to have kits. Creekfall loves the little bundles of fur, mostly because their often more clumbsy than he is. Along with Shrewtail, he as two other sisters named Silvermoth and Briarleaf.
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Acornkit
Rped by .:Vesper:.
Life is like a roller coaster. Everything is good and smooth at first, until it starts rising up, high into the sky. Everything is calm and happy, with a smile forever planted on the face. Then you reach the top... and there's a pause. You can see how your life will tumble before you, but you are stuck at the happiest point in your life. Then the drop, everything around you seems to clash down as your life goes down the drain. It rises, and falls, but never again will it be at that extreamly happy point as you age older and older. Eventually the end approches, and it seems like you have only gone in a circle. He doesn't see a differance with his trail in life, and that is exactly how this tom sees life. He has strong opinions on many things in which he sticks by closely, some right some wrong. There's one thing to be cautious about this tom though, he can't hold love for his life. At first she-cats will fall for his devilishly handsome dark ginger pelt with dark brown stripes running along it, mixed with his turf of white fur on his chest and white nose, but after a while with the tom he'll see the she-cats imperfections and, being the perfectionist he is, he'll leave the she-cat. Nothing will bring their love back. Not even kits or a change in the she-cat. Otherwise he is a pretty nice tom if you adjust to how everything has to be perfect and how he sticks by his opinions. His mother is Vixenspirit and he has three brothers who he less than wishes to hang around; Crimson, Bronze, and Cedar. Out of those three, he is the second youngest, and the runt. Taking his mother's trait on being small, he is a very small tom. That doesn't stop his fighting spirit though, he is a force to face in battle and quite the fantastic hunter. His amber eyes can see better than most, and he is loyal to his clan but more loyal to his friends. He attracts she-cats with his looks but has little to do with them. If he does fall for them, he'll quickly break his hearts. Trust him or not, it's your choice.
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Forestkit(sight)
Rped by RippledSpirit
Forestkit blends perfectly into the forest. His ruffled mahogany pelt blends perfectly into the tree's bark. His eyes resemble leaves, in shape and in color. His paws are nimble, making no more than a rustle as he prowls the woods for prey. His sharp, ivory claws make trees easy to scale and use as a lookout for trouble. His agility is amazing. He can jump from tree to tree in seconds, allowing him to appear as if flying. He hates the forest floor, because of the predators that lurk there. he'd much rather hunt above ground or in the water. His favorite prey is fish or birds. His quiet step makes it near impossible for unexpecting prey to hear him, and when they do its to late. Captured in his jaw, he brings all his food back to camp, but doesn't eat a bite of it. He believes Elders or Queens should eat before himself. His humble nature makes him popular, and is looks makes him adored. His handsome, innocent face usually gets the females to fall for him, and his good-mannered nature makes them fall for him harder. He only needs one female though, not a party of admirers, to be happy. And he will wait for that perfect female for as long as it takes.
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Heronkit
Rped by Spottedfire54
When someone says the word heron, you must think of a still bird with the patience of a hundred monks and the gracefulness of a mother swan. You won't imagine someone with heron in their name to be as arrogant and as full of himself as Heron is. Having almost no patience and being far from graceful, it would seem that he should have been named after something much less sophisticated. Acting as if he owned the world doesn't add any to his charm at all. Boastful and bossy, he sure doesn't fit his name what so ever. being long-legged and thick-furred can be a blessing and a curse in his case. His long legs help him with his speed and his thick fur helps him with the cold, but when it comes to the heat he can barely stand it. With all the complaining he does it makes him seem like he was a grumpy old elder and his ever-changing personality has its effect on others. He'll jump into any battle fearlessly and doesn't get frightened easily, though he can get spooked pretty easily by things that won't scare the smallest kit. He has thick ginger fur that can only be compared to a lion's and piercing amber eyes that strikes fear into some. Though he's independent and doesn't rely on anyone but himself, he still believes almost what anyone tells him and won't whisper something another cat told him. Even though he is arrogant and boastful, his loyalty is strong and he never breaks a promise, just stretches it to the limits. He's always there when someone needs a shoulder to lean on and is a reliable friend, you just have to get past his personality.
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Berrykit
Rped by Spottedfire54
Lavish. If you're anyone you'll know who Berrylight is. It could be his charming voice, or his seductive ways, but either way once you look you're hooked. His fur is a dark cream color that seems like the colors of those clouds you'll see just before the sun rises and just before the sun sets, sitting there, poised perfectly in the light. His eyes are a bright orange, but not in the way you're probably thinking. A soft sunset glow orange, not a vivid orange that would draw your attention from numorous lengths away. He makes friends easy and loved to pull a joke or two to make other laugh. Sometimes he can be a flirt around she-cat but after awhile he'll be his true self. He tries over and over again to impress others and is often labeled as a show-off when he does one of his stunts. He can be nice at times and sensitive- and he complains that having two sisters had rubbed off on him. He tries to make others laugh when they're in despair but sometimes it just falls flat - and so does he. When some cats look at him all they see is a pretty face and not the true him. Will the true Berrylight ever be revealed to the world?
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Poinsettiakit(gift)
Rped by Nightdream14
A gorgeous small reddish she-cat with almond-shaped green eyes and yellow-white paws. Poinsettiagift is the beautiful daughter of Patchwork and the pride of her grandfather, Crookedhumor. Poinsettiagift has a quiet nature, but her eyes tell everything. They're always bright and lit with some emotion, even when she's angry her eyes are beautiful. Her best friend, and adopted brother, is Castaway, the medicine cat. Other then Castaway she has an easy time making friends, because she has a magnetic personality. Cats seemed to simply like her. However loved she may be, she has yet to find true happiness. Her mother often tells stories of her as a kit, and Poinsettiagift hopes to do that one day. When she finally has a mate and kits she hopes to name her son, "Spellkit."
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Silverkit(moth)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
An extremely attractive silver tabby she-cat with enticing ocean blue eyes. She's the type of cat that has toms tripping over themselves just to catch her attention. With a flash of her breathtaking smile, she plays with emotions and messes up your mind with her apparant innocence. Arrogant as she may be, she is not heartless. Breaking hearts is not something she does, though she isn't above deception. It isn't hard when you have a beauty as radiant as hers. Silvermoth was blessed with a quick mind and cursed with creativity. The curse is not made for her, but for others. Her ability to come up with so many different ways to cause mayhem does nothing to her but does plenty to anyone who is unlucky enough to meet her. One of the greatest thing she has found about her appearance is the fact that she always has the element of surprise on her side. To most she looks like a helpless, weak she-cat who never lifts a claw when she needs something while underneath she is a lethal weapon. Priceless is the look on a grown tom's face when he is pinned to the ground by an angelic she-cat the size of an apprentice. When she reveals who she really is, it can sometimes backfire. There is always a chance that a tom will like her even more because of the challenge she has presented herself to be. To impress her would be like trying to impress the most interesting cat in the world. The one who as seen and done everything. On the contrary, she impresses that cat every time she comes into view. There is no telling how far she will go, but it's usually no that far. Then again, you can never be certain with the everchanging being known as Silvermoth. Unlike her littermates, Shrewtail and Creekfall, and like her other two siblings, Darkflash and Briarleaf, she doesn't have many close friends. She spends too much time conjuring on her next latest scheme that she never really gets to know anyone. As perfect as her life may seem, she isn't entirely happy. There is always some nagging sense of emptiness she feels deep inside her. Despite what may be thought, she would actually love to have a mate and maybe kits someday. For that to happen though, she has to find the one tom that is more stubborn and challenging than she is, which is a challenge all on it's own.
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Faithkit
Rped by .:Vesper:.
A rusty orange pelt with strikingly beautiful black stripes. They stick out from the orange, and brown flecks cover it all. White overtakes the body from her nose to the tip of her tail, and her eartufts are black. Her eyes are as grey as smoke. She is the runt of the litter, but is emotionally the strongest. This she-cat can take more hits than a full grown warrior, yet has bad coordnation making her a horrible fighter. It's not like she minds though. This is the cat others turn to when their life is rough, and she is good at soothing out edges. This cat is as loyal as the day is long, and tries keeping her other siblings close together. Her sister is her friend and just as kind, but her brother is another story.
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Hopekit
Rped by .:Vesper:.
She is the mix of her siblings, and the last hope to connect despair to the kind world around him. Her pelt is a mix of a rusty brownish orange and a gray, and some stripes stick out, others hide among the fur. Her paws, underbelly, and nose are white yet the tip of her ears and tail are black. This cat is loyal, yet unloyal. She's kind yet mean. She is a mix of good and bad. No one is certain where she lies in the clan for her attitude keeps changing, but at least her brother seems to have taken a liking to her.
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Winterkit(wonder)
Rped by Nightdream14
A small snow-white she-cat with dusky gray paws and wide blue eyes. Winterwonder is the close friend of Silverbells. Actually they were once more. When Winterwonder was a new warrior the two cats had kits together. It was surprising for some when they later decided not to be mates. Really cats tittered about the "perfect couple" but these two cats were not. They both love each other, but it was to awkward. Friends for life, and then mates. It just wasn't right. So the two switched gears once more to freinds. However there were reprocutions. For one, the two are insanely jealous of the other mate. And two, both cats are protective of the other, inceasingly so. Others notice this, but they do not. Best friends and all. They need no one else. Winterwonder is happy in her twisted friendship, why should others matter?
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Briarkit(leaf)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
A beautiful brown tabby she-cat with vibrant green eyes. There isn't too much to say about Briarleaf. Under the shadow of her more interesting siblings, she was pushed into silence when she had so much to say. When others actually pay attention to her, she acts like she's happy, but inside her heart weeps. There is no pain greater than being ignored and forgotten and it is only made worse by the fact that her siblings are the talk of the clan. She strives to be noticed, to get one look in her direction, and that sometimes leaves her even more ignored. There are many wonderful things about her. She was graced with a soft beauty and a melodious laugh. Her fighting and hunting are both very well developed. She learns quickly and knows much. All of that means nothing. As a kit she was timid and wasn't as quick to make friends as her littermates. Soon they out shone her and she was too far behind to catch up. Did she choose to be left alone like her brother Darkflash? No, she was forced into it. Briarleaf so desperately wants to feel important, but doesn't get the satisfaction. She wants a mate and kits like many others, yet she finds the dream impossible because no one gives her the time of day. She still has hope, though, that one day there might be someone who actually sees her.
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Shrewkit(tail)
Rped by Cicleywhisker
A colorful brown tabby she-cat with the most dazzling aqua blue eyes. Gorgeous, no doubt, but that's not what makes her so special. There is something inexplicably rare and genuine about the little cat. Some would describe her has real. She doesn't pretend to be something she's not and just lets her true colors fly, and those colors happen to be the brightest in the rainbow. Life flows around her like a raging river and in her eyes, everything about the world is positively captivating. The most boring thing in the world could catch Shrewtail's attention and leave her staring at it in awe for hours. Although a bit quirky, she is also enigmatic and enchanting. Most find something intriguing and fascinating about her odd fashions and unique ways of expression. The very sight of her can leave some wonderstruck. She doesn't need words to let you know what she's thinking, you can see it in the depths of her eyes, but she uses them anyways. Actually, there are times when you will wish she'd just shut up. Speaking is a outlet for her endless supply of energy. She even talks in her sleep if she didn't get enough exercise, which is often. It could be seen as cute, very annoying, or to her, embaressing due to the fact that what comes out is usually secrets. Hard to believe a cat so open has secrets and she has little, but every cat has something to hide. Maybe it's a crush, or a regret. Normally hers are not that big or important. Shrewtail just doesn't have enough motivation to do anything big, let alone push it into the complex tangle of thoughts known as her brain. That's just not how she works. This she-cat was not brought into the world alone. No, she is one of five kits. Her two sisters are Silvermoth and Briarleaf. Her brothers are Darkflash and Creekfall. She is close to all four, but they are not to keen on each other's prescence.She doesn't mind, though she tries to avoid their confrontations.
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Poisonkit
Rped by EmeraldRiver
Poisonkit is a small, lean she-cat with a gorgeous black pelt. Her eyes are a deep, dark purple. An extremely provocative kit, she can get under the calmest cats skin. She's a brilliant prankster, but in the end, her heart's in the right place. She will do anything to protect the cats she cares about, and will never go against what she believes in. Poisonkit, despite her tendency to irritate, is hard not to love. She's always helping the elders, and even as a kit, she shows signs of being a great warrior and a talented huntress.
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Cherrykit(bell)
Rped by Spottedfire54
Alluring. It may just be her kitten-fine cream fur that seems softer than whool or her deep amber eyes tinted in the brightest of pinks and reds - but it seems nothing can compare. Vain. Kind. Bubbly. She seems nothing like her sister, Minecanary, and yet they get along perfectly. Another sibling of her's is a tomcat named Berrylight who seems just like her, but she hardly ever pays him any heed. She is statuesque, gentle and graceful like a mother swan. She has a quiet giggle that'll brighten up anyone's day and her laugh does even more. She may be vain and hates getting dirty, but one thing she isn't is mean. Not at all. Cute and distant, she'll often lose focus at times and zone out on whoever's speaking, so you may have to catch her up every once in awhile. Usually elated and peppy, she doesn't seem to ever be sulky or down and is able to cheer anyone up with her cheery smile or bubbly personality. Headstrong and stubborn, at times it's hard to sway her opinion once she's decided at what she wants. She can be flirty at times and always has a trick or two up her sleeve for the tomcats, although she always apoligizes and makes a joke or two about it. Whatever it is, she seems to do it without a flaw. Who doesn't have a Cherrybell in their life?
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Minekit(canary)
Rped by Spootedfire54
Plain. Her fur may be soft and downy and kitten-fine, but it is a drab gray that seems most like a dark cloud cover hiding whatever is behind it from the rest of the world. Her golden eyes seem like they were formed by drips of sunlight that had seeped from the sky, though they seem resemble the yellow of a canary's feathers most. No one would guess she was Cherrybell's sister, even if they had placed the two side-by-side. She also has another sibling who's a tomcat named Berrylight, though they're nothing alike. She's quiet and shy and often doesn't go around others, sticking by herself. She remains on the dark side of NightClan, and yet she's kind and friendly at times. Never known as being vain like her sister is she gets dirty alot, although she tries to keep as tidy as she can. Silent and agile she seems like a fox in the forest, waiting for something to cross her path so she could attack them. Of course she'd never do such a thing, but still. She tries to be as good as her sister, but most of the time she falls short and never turns out as well. Maybe one day she'll live up to be as great as Cherrybell, but for right now she's just fine with being herself, with being Minecanary.
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Whitekit(redemption)
Rped by 322er
Quite.Mute.Soundless.Wordless.So easy to say she's shy.Harder to explain what she's actually doing.What is she.A master mind?Pure brilliance.Yes.But she's not evil.She's fine with friendship.But she most likely will never have a mate.A mate would distract her from her math equation.But maybe a friend.She's beautiful though.White,long fur.Gold and silver patches on top.Her eyes are the prettiest pink.Never deny it though.She's.And she'll be sure to be your death,if you are so foolish to become her enemy.
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Icekit(heart)
Rped by Icehailed
A gray she-cat with four white paws, and piercing bright blue eyes. Iceheart was born with much curiosity, and has always looked forward to her chance to become a warrior. She takes after her mother, and she always does her best to help care for the clan. her favorite food is fish, and time of year is greenleaf. Iceheart would love to have her own mate and kits some day. She also loves to go out hunting as much as possible. She is a strong, courageous, independent cat, and is always ready to be assigned something else to do for the clan. Yet no matter what happens Iceheart is always loyal, and respectful to the clan too.
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				Mistystream Rped by Whitemuzzle A very small cream colored tabby with large gray-green eyes. She is a fun loving cat with a very inquisitive nature. If there is a new path she has to follow it. A cave she hasn't seen before will be explored. Her fun loving side comes out when she plays with the kits of the clan. She has only one kit, Badgerkit. The brown tabby tom that was her mate died protecting his family from a fox. Although she is a very petite cat, Mistystream has an extremely fearless nature. She will take on any adversary with little thought to her own safety. If a friend or loved one is in danger she will launch herself into battle whether it be many foes or few. Aspirations for leadership? No. Mistystream is very contented just being a warrior in the service of Brookclan. All she really wants when she leaves this life is to be remembered for her love for her clan. ~~~ Patchwork Rped by Nightdream14 Patchwork is the beautiful daughter of Crookedhumor. She's a brownish-gray with white splashes all over her, a surprisingly pink nose and the same intimidating deep yellow eyes of her father. As a kit her mother was killed by a fox and Crookedhumor, though he loved her, was very busy, so she was somewhat of a loner. Ever her brother, Lynxleap, seemed to have something better to do. Since that time she's grown into a beautiful, independent warrior but the loyalty and love for BrookClan, passed down by her parents, rules her life. She raised Lovingmemory after her mothers death, and all the way she felt the same love that Nebulafire must feel for her daughter. She's a queen now, waiting for her own kits, she was afraid until everything was explained for her, now she feels excited and impatient. She wants to see her children born in the clan that means the world to her. Patchwork found a friend in a mysterious young queen called Silverwater and the two have quickly become attached at the tail so to speak. Her life has held many surprises and she can only hope there will be more. ~~~ Silverwater Rped by Nightdream14 A small, beautiful silver dappled she-cat with rich blue eyes. Silverwater isn't a native to BrookClan but this is her heart now. Once, not so very long ago, Silverwater was a rising star of the Tribe. Her name was The Water Thats Turned Silver, and she was a prey-hunter. To many that means jibberish but to her it was her life, yet she left. No one knows why she travled and decided to settle here when she discovered she was expecting. But she proved her belonging, she hunts with a silent, swift beauty and she fishes with the grace of an egret, and she spent hours, days learning to fight for the clan. Silverwater has since then decided to move to the nursery, where she is stuck thinking of the pain she will soon endure. Patchwork, another queen, has assured her it isn't so bad, but the fear silently eats at her. Excitement does to because these kits will be hers, they'll know BrookClan as their home and they will not know that the Tribe exists. Silverwater's beauty, hope, and love will be the only thing he kits know of her old home, for they taught her about it all. The Water That Turned Silver may be gone but Silverwater isn't. ~~~ Fernblaze Cicleywhisker A sweet orange tabby she-cat with liquid amber eyes. Ever since she was a kit, Fernblaze wanted a loving mate and kits. Little did she know that her best friend would become her mate. Both outcasts, Fernblaze and Minnowscale became friends quickly. Together they did everything, especially getting into trouble. The queens never wanted them around and the warriors found them to just get in the way, but they didn't care. Everyday was a new adventure for them though when they grew into apprentices their earlier friendship dimmed. They didn't have as much time to see each other and they made new friends, but the connection they shared never disappeared. Soon they became warriors and found each other once more. That was when they confessed their love. Now, they live happily together with their kits. Fernblaze loves her family more than anything and wouldn't trade them for anything. Though she sometimes wishes she could go back to her duties as a warrior, she knows that the nursery is where she is needed. ~~~ Dovepool Rped by .:FantasyRose:. A gentle pawstep carries through the forest, her ice blue eyes not missing a single thing. Dovepool is a pale grey she-cat with white flecks that sprinkle her pelt. Kind and sweet is in her nature as she greets you with a warm smile. She is a very dependable cat, who would help anyone in a time of need. She is an expert with kits, that's were she spends all her time. She enjoys helping other queens with their young, and hopes to be a mom one day as well. She misses her mother, Frostmoon, dearly, and hopes to be just as good as her with her own kits. She raises her head high to Starclan in thanks for all she has been given. ~~~ Vixenspirit Rped by .:Vesper:. Narrowed amber eyes as her paws creep forward. Each moment is tense, without prediction. Her fur could be mistaken for a fox if it wasn't for it's size, a size too small for any normal cat. She is sly and stealthy, her heart racing yet her paws slowed in a sort of slow motion as the prize lays ahead. A natural born hunter is on the prowl, with stealth and slowed speed. Once she is close enough, she goes rigid for a second as the prey lifts it's head, looking for her before she strikes. One quick slash and the prey is hers, no escape and no knowledge of what happened to it. She is the best hunter anyone could find, yet when it comes to fighting her skills come to an end. Vixenheart is a rather peaceful cat, who would rather make friends than enemies. She often keeps toms at bay for her fox-like looks, and is small for an average cat, yet she doesn't seem bothered to go without a mate. Some may ask, how did she become a queen then? Believe it or not, she was a past kitty-pet and her two-legs bred her before accidently leaving the front door open for her grand escape. She is close to kitting so she decided it's finally time to settle down. She is content with her life now, and not many can tell she was ever a kitty-pet. She doesn't smell or act like one, so there's no teasing on her end. She isn't afraid to step up when a cat is being teased though, and is rather fearless despite her lack of strength. ~~~ Hopelight Rped by Mandomoo33 An aspiring young she-cat, who, no matter what always sees the good side to things. Her almond shaped, vivid violet eyes sparkle with blueish flecks. She has a thick, silky, pale, tortoiseshell coat, that tends to get very heavy when wet. Hopelight never really liked being a warrior, and moved to the nursery because she thought it would better suit her abilities and aspirations. And it did. She often helps the older queens, by watching their kits and keeping them occupied while their mothers are busy. She still goes out and hunts like a warrior, but she refuses to fight unless absolutely necessary. Some day, possibly in the near future, possibly not, she'd love to have her own kits and a loving mate.

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Crookedhumor
Rped by Nightdream14
A very old tom with no sense of humor and a bad attitude. Once upon a time his strong form was the victor of many battles, his tabby stripes helped hide him, and his silent yet strong nature kept others alive, his deep yellow eyes remain eternally intimidating. Crookedhumor earns his rest honestly, he's spent his whole life ready to give his only life to BrookClan, the loyalty was so complete in him that even now, if ever needed, he'd fight for his clan. He may be old now, and seen the rise and fall of many -stars but he goes on working. He's not the kind of elder that will lay around, it is not forbidden for elders to hunt and that's what he does. Crookedhumor is slow now and many a time his prey escapes, but what he does come home with is earned. His daughter, Patchwork, has his same eyes and fierce loyalty, but she has a sense of humor. Crookedhumor has always been serious and silent, never really finding anything amusing. Kits and apprentices see fit to make it a game, whether or not they can make him smile. His daughter constantly tells him to "humor" them, that does earn a smile because he won't humor anyone. His sight and hearing have started to fade yet the honor and loyalty of this cat remains enternal.

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SummerClan New Warriors

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Nightsky

A muscular black tom with night blue eyes. He is fiercely protective of his clanmates and will not hesitate to give his life for them. He a talented fighter and never turns down a fight. He doesn't mind getting his fur wet and loathes hot days. He enjoys teaching the apprentices. He is not one to give up easily and will do all that he can. He is a good friend though he doesn't talk very much.

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***Lifeheart

A sandy brown colored she-cat with black fur on top and amber eyes. Lifeheart was a wild child growing up, always asking questions nonstop since she was kitted. Lifeheart isn't girly nor tom-boyish more like her own self, her own wildfire that never dies or disappears. She is not perfect but not clumsy and is head-strong on CERTAIN things. Never holds a grudge except one: the cat whom killed her beloved older sister. Lifeheart shares the grief with her clan but holds on more tightly. Lifeheart is a new flame within an old flame that shall and will not die til the end. Losing her first litter except her one son,Lifeheart hopes that more kits will come in her future with her mate,Lionstripe by her side.

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Lionstripe

The edges of the sun blend with his light yellow pelt, the plush fur on his chest and neck are gently layed down as is the fur on his paw. Stripes of a chestnut brown fading in and out of his coat giving him his name. His golden eyes match the autumn leaves and they are the windows to the brilliant tactician that lays beneath. He is brave and noble like a warrior but will fight like a badger when it comes to his mate Lifeheart and his kits. An approachable tom he is very popular within the clan and he is friends with almost everybody. He denies his bloody past and has tried to forget it. He arrived at the clan at a young age and was already battle experienced. He is a loyal tom and he will prove his warrior name time and time again. This loyal tom expects nothing less from his kits and apprentices then following the warrior and leader's code to the letter. He has made a good life here in SummerClan and will acknowledge that openly to anyone that asks. His main mission in life is to protect his mate Lifeheart and all of his very many kits. He has two litters and the oldest of them is Acorntail and he has worked hard to make sure that his son gets a good life just as he has worked very hard for. He has worked for his position in the clan and the protection of his family he has provided so he won't do anything that will risk that and will fight anyone who endangers it.

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Acorntail

Acorntail is the sun of Lionstripe and was born during the time of Graystar and has now grown to be a a successful warrior as his father is and has done. He is a very reliable tom and when it comes to attitude he is the spitting image of his father. He has admired him since he was a young kit and it has led him on the path to becoming the warrior he is today. He is a nice young tom and he is always willing to prove his name and will support his leader's decision through thick and thin. Although he is sometimes shy and doesn't like to talk much to other cats unless they talk to him first. Acorntail is a loyal tom and his mother and father are everything to him and he would risk life and limb for them.

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Petalbreeze

A grey tabby she cat with blue eyes and a light pink nose. She is kind and loving to all cats. She prefers to be out of camp hunting or simply wandering around. Her father was killed by rogues when she was an apprentice and her moth died later of greencough. She is calm in the time of panic and doesn't let any cat get to her. She is someone you can trust with your life. She is amazingly fast and great with stealth.

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Larkwing

A thinly built tom with light brown sandy color fur and amber colored eyes. A bright and colorful tom with a boisterous personality that can brighten even the most darkest of mood. Rarely is this tom ever in a bad mood and this is what makes him one of the better mentors within the clan and he loves doing it. A competitive tom who loves to be challenged. Larkwing is always up for a bet, whether it be who can run the fastest, jump the highest, or hunt the best. His sometimes rowdy personality can get on some of the calmer clan members nerves but he honestly doesn't care. A respectful tom Larkwing likes to listen to the stories of the old days from the elders and the older warriors. He soaks up knowledge like the moss in the forest and he teaches everything he knows to his apprentices and treats them all the same. This happy go lucky tom can change in an instant when it comes to fighting in order to protect his home and those who share it with him. Larkwing always tries to teach his apprentices one thing and that is a traitor is worse then the scum on rocks found in a dirty puddle of water. This expressive tom is an open book and is always a loyal friend who can't help but be ready to make new friends.

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Middusk

A long coated black she-cat. She is quiet, strong, smart, sweet, and flirty at times. But rude and harsh when it comes to fights. Shes acts more like a tom, than a she-cat, and some cats think she's a tom when they first meet her. Her lovely stunning baby-blue eyes can freeze toms in their place when their eyes first meet. She loves to swim, fight, train, climb and play with kits, . She has a beautiful breath taking voice and her delicate little paws will not be used for nothing. Don't underestimate her. She will do what she says and when she threatens someone, it's not a threat it's a promise.

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Eclipsefur

A dark gray tom with black and white splotches and a completion of crimson red eyes. Eclipsefur is not a good hunter but his talent in hunting begins in the trees;stealing eggs like no other cat.This tom knows how to fight,of course he is an all round fighter so he can fight in the trees,water, and on land.Of course Eclipsefur shows mercy because like the warrior code says you don't need to kill the others.The tom is not very romantic but does have a few crushes.He doesn't rate them at all like1-10.He makes sure that they have a nice personality and is not mean. Eclipsefur wishes to have a mate and have kits to teach them how a good Summerclan cat grows.

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***Breakingdawn

creamy white she cat with pink-purple eyes.Soft and silky fur. A laugh so beautiful and a voice as sweet as honey. Breakingdawn is a speed demon; sure-footed and fast. She is very convincing about things and knows how topersuadeyou not to do it. Breakingdawn's personality is fair, pretty, nice, attentive, and always caring. She is usually the cat in fights to lead into a trap because she is a fast cat. When she fights it is very graceful like a ballet dancer that it is hard to attack her. With that that normally changes from predator to prey then prey to predator. Breakingdawn had a whole family but the only problem was that after a giant badger attack her parents and her other four littermates were killed. Since she was heavy with grief the leader let her off the hook only because she was an apprentice, and a mighty young one too. Soon she pushed that aside and knows that they watch her from Starclan. Breakingdawn loves helping the queens' with their kits and really wants a mate and kits too.

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***Tsunamidestruction

A stormy gray colored tom with dark blue eyes. He has blue specks in his soft fur. His forepaws or white except one, it is black. This cat was delightful and was one that everyone wanted to be around, but now he isn't anything like that. Tsunamidestruction turned evil when he went on a long journey; he was Missionary of AshClan at the time. The journey was approximately three to four moons long. AshClan thought that he was kidnapped or just disappeared. So the clan moved on, demoting him from his position as Missionary. He returned to AshClan, only to find that he was demoted from his position and was replaced by two 'new' cats. On his journey he had met a dark forest cat his name was Shane, the cat told him that one day he would be the most powerful, well respected cat ever known to history if he followed the ways of the Dark Forest. Tsunamidestruction didn't think about this statement until he returned home. When he returned home he felt betrayed, forgotten, and just plain out horrendous. Tsunamidestruction then looked back at Shane's statement, now wanting what Shane offered. Tsunamidestruction then worked his way up to Luminary of AshClan. He knew that this position would lead him to opportunity, and put him in a position to gain complete power over the Outcast Clans. He planned on murdering the leader, Embracestar, but right when he was about to murder him she demoted him from Luminary. He was demoted again, for no reason at all. Tsunamidestruction's evil ways began to rise; now he wanted to destroy AshClan completely.But, Tsunamidestruction knows that can't destroy them by himself. That's why Tsunamidestruction left the forest of the Outcast Clans and came to the MountainClans. He decided that he would join SummerClan, and try to lead them to power, fame, and glory.

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Shadowblaze

A big black tom with a white paw that he favors and always cleans first, with two large amber eyes that are always watchful. He is secretive and quiet. When he talks, which is almost never, it must be important. But he's hot headed with a temper that makes him lash out sometimes. When his first mate Leaftail died he went through a grief period, almost forgetting about Snakepaw and Twilightmoon, his two kits. He came back when Snakepaw died in the same battle with the wolves that killed Graystar. He mourned his son who was much like his mate in both looks and personality. Then Twilightmoondisappeared, she had run away at the same time his sister, Daisymeadow, grew ill. He decided then he needed to be strong so he fought harder to become the best he could become could. Then his daughter reappeared,pregnantwith kits, "Whose kits?" was the question. They were obviously from a loner tom but when he heard they were a kittypet's kits he grewexceptionallycold to his daughter until he met Waterpuddle of WaterClan, he grew soft again falling in love he left his clan, his whole family to be with her. However she died with her kits and he grew even more depressed than before. He tried harder again, but was still not trusted by his new clan mates so he left to be with his old clanmates, the question is will they trust him again.

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***Valentinewhisper

"Love,hearts, time." You are hearing a wonderful voice. And you are thinking *Is this true or am I hearing this?* A pink-white she-cat comes and greets you warmly, "Hello are you friend or foe?" Her big hazel eyes gaze at you waiting for your answer. Then you began to stutter, she walks away knowing you are a SummerClan cat, but if not she has her lips in a snarl, her claws unsheathed, with mental hostility "Leave now." Valentinewhisper is different from most cats. With a different personality and style of talking and walking. Her personality ranges from pretty, nice if friend to pretty and dangerous if foe. The way she talks is sorta of sing-songy even when in battle but with more fierceness. The way she walks or run is sorta of graceful with a dancer side. Twirling and leaping she is a dangerous creature. Cats are ALWAYS miss judge her thinking she is so easy and it is like stealing a kit out of an unguarded nursery. Well you ARE wrong. She fights like Leopardclan, Tigerclan, and Lionclan together along with some sugar and sprinkles.Nothing to the she-cat is more important then her clan as if it was her whole life.Knowing what has to be done Valentinewhisper is ready for the unknown and is very happy with what is going to happen.Maybe one day she will have a wonderful mate who will stand by her side with along with kits to look down upon and to love.

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Lynxblaze
Silent as a shadow, swift as a flying bird, and cunning as his name sake. Of course this is not your normal tom, as he stands his tufted ears pricked for the slightest sound, his golden eyes shining and his sleek spotted pelt make him stand out, but his actions put him out from the crowd more than his appearance. He's rash to say the least, willing to take risks that most cats would call suicide missions, and he fights battles he should lose but he fights with the heart of a lion and the skill of a warrior twice his age. Why is he so good you might ask? He has devoted his life to being a warrior, through and through. He would never have a mate or kits they would only take time from his constant training. But he would never break the warrior code, that's what he lives by, the code and his own principles. No cat can sway him, no she cat can charm, though many have tried, and no cat can stop him. He might not want a mate, but he can be charming if need be. The golden cat could charm a Crowclan cat if need be, but could turn on a dime, becoming spiteful, facing any cat down claws extended, teeth bared, and heart pounding, ready to defend his clan. But beneath this exterior is a different cat pounding away on his walls that he has put up around that part of him. The part that wants a mate, wants to stop all the training, wants to charm a she cat for the pleasure, not duty. This part is bound to make an escape at some point in his life whether it be tomorrow, the next day, or moons from now.

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Indigospirit

Indigospirit is a content, joyful-spirited tom who loves an adventure. He is silver with white speckles scattered around his body, and he has icy blue eyes. Indigospirit loves to hunt, but when it comes to fighting, he sometimes wishes he was a kittypet. He hates fighting with other cats. He cringes even at the thought of attacking another cat, even one from an enemy clan. Nevertheless, Indigospirit will fight to the death for Summerclan. He is loyal above his own dislikes, and wouldn't even think to let his clan down for his own sake. Indigospirit loves the warmth of the summer sun on his pelt, and in greenleaf, he can often be found either out hunting in the open areas of the mountains, or simply relaxing on warm rocks.
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Heartfall

First word that comes to mind is stunning. Her flame like pelt and bright blue eyes captivate you. She loves to play with the kits in the clan and hopes to have some one day. When she was a little kit her parents fought a lot. All she heard was fighting and arguing. Her parents one day just up and left her. She soon made her way to Summerclan and was taken in. She is forever grateful to the Summerclan. She loves to hunt and is an outstanding fighter. She wants a mate and kits someday.

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RazorStreak

A grey tabby tom with silver eyes and dark grey stripes. He cares for his pack mates and always stands up for what’s right even if it’s not convenient for him. He is Petalbreeze’s brother. He is an amazing fighter. His pelt doesn’t help him blend in but he isn’t one who likes to hide anyways. He takes his opponent head on and doesn’t go down easily. He is overprotective of his sister and is quick to defend her though she hardly ever needs him to protect her. He likes to be out running in the mountains even if it’s snowing or raining. He is fun to be around.

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Emberstripe

a firey ginger tabby tom with distinct stripes and amber eyes. He is very thin and lean as well as incredibly sneaky. He learned to be this way when he was teased about the brightness of his coat as a kit. His stealth skills make him a gifted hunter and so does his keen eye sight and smell. The tom is generally very quiet and speaks only when he feels like he has to. He is very bright as well and contributes well to clan meetings. He also attaches himself to cats he feels strongly about, which can be seen as clingy. He really opens up when you befriend him, but he takes some talking to first. Don't be fooled by his strong and silent composure, he is really a sweetheart when you get to know him. He often gets angry that toms don't treat their mates right and knows he would treat his mate like she was the best cat in the world, if he had one. He would really love a mate who's good with kits and has a big heart.

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Seasand

A pale tabby she-cat with short silky fur and bright, aqua eyes. Seasand has a big heart and makes friends easily. Seasand was part of a loner group, but she got lost in some mountains and has been alone for six moons. She was told her sister died when she was born, but she found out later that her twin was given to a tribe cat to raise because her mother for some odd reason didn't want her. Seasand tries to be as loyal as possible to whatever friends she has. She knows a bit about herbs from her time as a loner. While she is pretty good at healing she is also a decent hunter. She knows how to catch fish unlike most cats and is great at taking down squirrels because she can climb trees very fast. She would like a mate and a family.

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Coldgaze

dark grey tom with dark blue eyes. He is very kind but also very shy. He is fast and loves to climb and run. He wishes dearly for a mate. His mother passed away givingbirthto him and his father left him to die. He is very secretive but if some one appeals to him he will tell them anything if they can get close to him that is. His long grey fur allows him to run in the shadows unseen.

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Goldenfur

a beautiful she-cat with golden fur and light golden eyes. She is very kind and generous. She and her brothers found the clan when their parents abandoned them. Her brothers passed away when a fox attacked them. She found love with a nice tom named Hawkwing who accepted her as she accepted him. She is very fast and loves to swim. She may not be the best hunter but she still gives it her best. She can be a very mysterious cat but most can still get along with her.

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Icerose

A beautiful, no, gorgeous, creamy white she-cat with bright, sparkling sapphire blue eyes. Sweet, gentle and very considerate, a little angel. That's want you think until you've seen her fuming, then she let's out her inner beast. Fierce, fearless and unforgiving in battle, this beauty turns into a monster, but thankfully not very often. Icerose's voice is smooth and sweet as honey, and has a strange, soothing edge to it. Silent and quick, she specializes in ambush attacks and hunts. Sneaking up on her enemies with the silence of night, not being noticed until her razor sharp claws carve their flanks and take out balls of fur. Icerose is very protective of her family and friends. One wrong move with them, and you're dead meat. When it come's to herself, she does not really care that much, say she has a deep gash in her side and a friend of hers has a thorn in their paw, she will fuss over them and refuse to let them do the same with her. Icerose has never thought about having a mate, but she wouldn't mind having one, one day. Icerose has no living kin. Her mother and father had died of old age, while her sister died at a very young age.The two of them had gone looking for a badger not too long after getting their warrior names, Icerose thought it would be easy, badgers are so stupid, how hard could it be to drive one out? They found it, and driving one of those things off was quite a bit harder then they though. 'To the tree's!" Her sister had yelled, but she has more of a muscular body while her sister had a body made for speed. Icerose had tripped over a stupid root, but her sister jumped down in time to lead the badger away from her, screaming to go get help. So Icerose ran back to came, got help, and came back with them. It looked like her sister had the badger, but that's when she looked away for a heart beat, probably worrying about Icerose, then it was as if she could hear her sister's neck snap is if it was her own, by a well placed blow by the badger's massive paw. They chased the badger out of the territory, and came back to her sister who had already died. Icerose still blames herself for her sister's death, but in a way it made her stronger, more mature then she was back then. Oh how much she misses her dear sister Darkangel, but she knows she hunts with StarClan now and wishes to join her one day.

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Xavier

A handsome black tom with sharp amber eyes. He had long shaggy fur that hangs over his eyes as well. Some cats think he is fat but it is actually fur. He is an excellent fighter and hunter. But doesn't care much for such play. He is a gentleman at heart and will bring flowers to his lovers but he doesn't get to serious after what happen to Jet, his former mate. Jet was a beautiful grey and white she-cat with black tabby stripes and the prettiest blue eyes you have ever seen. Then one night when they were on a stroll a when mysterious figure stole her form him. He found her a couple weeks later badly abused and almost dead. Her last words to him were: "I had your kits, find them please, he will kill them if you don't." Xavier has looked for these kits, since then, but hasn't found them yet. He still misses Jet, but perhaps he can change his flirty ways for the right she-cat.

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Medicine Cat Primrose Rped by .:Vesper:. Injured... staggering down a path with no home, no hope, nothing. Tears fill your eyes as your body cries for sleep, yet there is no good place to rest. That is until a gentle voice that sounds like bells calls up ahead. Looking up, the most majestic sight appeals to your eyes. The first thing you notice are her light and gentle blue orbs watching you with curiousity. They are surrounded by dark brown turfs of fur that span back to her ears and down the top of her back as a lighter brown, growing dark again at the end of her tail. The rest of her body is a creamy white, making her beautiful to all eyes yet she seems to care more about the injuries than her beauty. Each step she takes towards you makes your heart race until it feels as if it will pound off of you. The sweet scent of herbs fill your nose, including a soothing lavender. As soon as the beautiful she-cat reaches you, her paws are at work on your injuries as she speaks of a place to sleep and spend eternity in, a clan. One that she belongs to, which catches your attention. This she-cat is one that you want to be-friend and hang out with. At last she finishes your wounds, and walks away. It is then your choice to follow or stay, as long as you are not a clanmate you are no longer a care of hers. This she-cat may seem formal and perfect, and in front of strangers she is. If you are a clanmate that has known her for a while though, this she-cat is a fiesty little ragdoll. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind if she finds the need to, yet she can be a very kind and loving cat. She loves each cat in her clan equally, and would die for them. The toms tend to flirt with her because she is drop dead gorgeous, yet she doesn't seem to care for love. Her heart remains loyal to medicine and curing. She is clever when it comes to that, and quick to react to injuries. She is also very brave, and won't stand her ground when danger is near. She may be one for healing, but she also knows enough close combat to handle herself until help comes, and she uses it to help others too. She is also skilled at escaping deadly situations, yet can not figure out how to hunt and easily tires while fighting. This she-cat is one every cat wants to know, yet she is dead loyal to her clan, Waterclan.	picture
Medicine Cat Apprentice Silkpaw Rped by em1234 If you had the chance to relive your life, would you? Would you change it, and make it perfect? As the reincarnation of former BrookClan leader Quietstar, Silkpaw has made this choice. Her previous life had been disaster upon disaster, and every day was a dread. Her past love, Swiftclaw of RippleClan - killed because he would not give away the secret of Quietstar - her litter of half-clan kits. Silkpaw has so many things she needs to fix. Her fight with Flamespirit which resulted in her death - and the fight she now bares with Beepaw - her son from her last life. She'd made him blind when he was born - on purpose too. She wanted no son, and she didn't want her son to see her. And so after having caused all this chaos, she found herself placed in the middle of it. Silkpaw's fur is the opposite of Quietstar's - she has silky white fur with enchanting blue eyes. She asks questions, is social and interested in herbs - quite the opposite of her former life. She never wanted the path of leadership and knows that now. As a medicine cat she's safe from love's drama and can happily be herself. A dark shadow is always hanging over her though - the shadow of a cat who failed miserably and is now trying again. She won't give up this time. She's determined to live a good life - without love, without happiness and without pain. Numb.	picture

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Birchfrost
Rped by Naturecat
Every cat comes with a past. And every past is a story. Birchfrost is no different from any other cat. His story, however, is one that few cats have experienced. Birchfrost has managed to mask his story from the others all of his life. Individuals see him as a well respected, responsible and noble tomcat, but no one ever bothered to peer into his past, which lies deep withing his inner soul, hidden from view. However, Birchfrost had decided to share his past with you. But only once. After that he will never speak of it again, so let us start at the beginning... Birchfrost was born into a single litter. He has no brothers and sisters to look back on. His coat is light gray with darker flecks, and peculiar green eyes with faint purple flecks. His paws are a soft, snowy white, as is the tip of his tail and muzzle. Birchfrost's mother, Snow, was a beautiful white she-cat with the same green eyes, only without the purple flecks. Those markings he got from his father, a stoic gray tomcat named Osprey. Birchfrost loved his parents dearly, for they taught him all there is to know to survive out in the real world. He never heard of WaterClan, or any other clan for that matter. His parents never told him a word. They had named him Birch at the time. One day, Birch, who was at the time six moons, was with his father, when they heard a wail of distress. The cry sounded shockingly familiar to them, and as they rushed towards the noise, the two toms found to their horror, Snow lying in a pool of her own blood, a deep gash in her belly. Osprey rushed over to his mate, desparate to try and save her somehow. But as he approached the injured she-cat, Birch heard an unnatural noise. Cautiously, he whisked around and came face to face with a creature he had never encountered. It seemed as tall as a tree, but that wasn't quite so. Birch noted that the animal had strange material clinging to it's skin like a cloak. And it made noise like it had no care in the world. Birch thought it seemed frightening, until he saw the dog that approached the creature's side. It was a gigantic dog, and drool hung from it's jaws. The dog's eyes gleamed at the prospect of killing three cats. Birch turned to his parents and saw that Osprey had not noticed the newcomers. But Snow did. She made a strangled cry, which caused Osprey to turn and see what she was seeing. Birchfrost remembers Osprey having no time to react. The dog pounced, and Birch saw the most brutal murder of his most respected father. It was the horror that stayed with him the rest of his life. Birch didn't know what to do. But his mother did. Somehow, Snow had managed to get herself up and shoved Birchfrost up the nearest tree, then following after him. Birchfrost recalls seeing the other creature staring at the dog in silent fascination, then turning and walking away. The dog, after some time, gave up on it's prey and followed. Snow's head was turned away, as if she could not bear to see the sight of her torn up mate. Birch looked at his mother, and asked, "What was that creature, mother?" His mother paused for a moment before replying, "The clans call them twolegs." That was the first mention of the mysterious clans that began to captivate young Birch's curiousity. With his mother severely (and probably permanetly) injured, Birch found himself in a precarious situation where he had to take the initiative. He had learned how to hunt from his father, but hunting for two cats was becoming difficult for Birch, especially since Snow had been attacked by the dog during leaf-fall, meaning leaf-bare was just around the corner. Birch could tell that Snow felt bad for not being able to do anything for her son, and it hurt Birch to see her suffer like this. He spent a lot of time with her in a makeshift den underneath a tree, and that's when Snow began telling Birch stories about the clans. Snow was descended from a line of Clan cats coming from WaterClan, and even had some CreekClan blood in her. But according to Snow her great-grandmother left her clan and became a rogue. Snow also told Birch that his father was of Clan descent too, and that his father was a WinterClan cat. Birch assumed Osprey's mother was a loner or rogue. One night, Snow woke up wheezing. Birch sat up all night with her and comforted her. Snow told Birch to promise her that he would try and find the Clans and join them. Birch said he would and gave his mother an affectionate lick. Snow died that night. Birch felt sorrow overwhelm him, and he was lost and alone, more alone than he had ever felt in his entire life. He was only seven moons old then. Birch left the tree where his deceased mother lay and set off to fulfill his promise. Birch admits it was a painful process. There were times when he was stressed, many of the trails he followed ending up as dead ends. Other times he just wanted to quit and die, crying silently for many nights, asking for guidance from the two cats who had left his life. For three moons, Birch searched, until at last he came across a foriegn scent mark. Birch did not know the scent of WaterClan at the time, so he assumed this might be it. So Birch crossed the territory and came across a scent trail. Silently, as the lithe cat that he is, Birch followed the scent until he came to a small camp. He entered cautiously, looking around for signs of life. What Birch found wasn't what he expected. It wasn't WaterClan. It wasn't even a clan, for that matter. No, of all the things it could have been, it had to be a rogue group. Nevertheless he was attacked, and to this day, Birchfrost isn't even sure how he got out of that situation alive. But he did. If any encounter or situation could have put Birchfrost into misery and hopelessness, it was the encounter with the rogues. Birch ended up with a gash across one eye, a slightly torn ear, and bloody paws. It was the perfect oppurtunity for anguish and despair to overwhelm him. One cat might say that Birch's reactions to a tradgedy might be considered a weakness, and it was so, his weakness, that is, until at that very moment, Osprey and Snow appreared before Birch. Birchfrost thinks back to this moment, and tries to recall what he felt when he saw his parents again. Even today he still isn't sure if the event occured or not, but according to the story, Osprey and Snow looked at young Birch with solemn eyes and said, "Do not fear, our precious son. What you seek lies beyond the waters." And just like that, they faded away into the trees without a sound. Birch stood there and thought for a moment, and he knew what he had to do. Birch continued his journey, avoiding the rogue territory, whose scent he now recognized well, and came across a river. He stopped for a long drink. He was not thinking of the message his parents gave him, but of how welcoming the water seemed. Cats usually don't swim, but the water called to Birch, and he was itching to answer the call. Without another thought he plunged into the icy waters and began to swim. The concept came naturally to him, and all Birch could think was <So I must be descended from WaterClan cats after all,> and that brought the whole vision back to him. Birch felt a jolt of energy go through him, excitement pounded in his heart, adrenaline ran through his veins, and Birch began to swim. Upstream. Like a pro. Dusk came and Birch was still swimming. At last he came across a scent that drifted over the waters. Birch smelled the scent and knew that this had to be WaterClan. He emerged from the water and shook his pelt dry. Then he followed the scent. The WaterClan camp eventually came into view and he did not hesitate to approach it. He was confronted by a cat who guarded the entrance. He explained his predicament and was allowed to pass. The leader of WaterClan accepted him into the clan and from that moment on Birch became a WaterClan cat. Cats began to pester him about his origins, but all he would say was, "My parents are of Clan descent." Nothing else. And thus the Birch became Birchfrost and began his life as the cat he was destined to be. So this is his story. Every cat has one. The question is, whether or not they will reveal it.

Griffinprincess
Rped by Cobwebpaw
An energetic ball of fluff bounds up to you, fur sticking out all over the place. Her eyes are an emerald pea green. She doesn't seem to blink yet her presence is comforting. If you were to describe her in three words it would be fighter, delicate and sane. Just like her markings really. Once you get past the big warm eyes you are greeted by the chaos which is her fur but... it's no longer chaos. The thick black of her right ear, left leg and patches of pelt make total sense. The ginger tail, smudges and ring round her left eye looks innocent, like a blooming flower. The neutral cream socks, chest and muzzle finish off the whole appearance, making the sweetness spill from her. This active, small feline has a talent for combat. Does she like it? Well, yes! Although she is pretty small, looks as though butter would melt and seems totally honest, she is quick, sharp and surprisingly powerful. She doesn't give up on her dreams. What dreams? That's her own little secret. Chatty, active, joyful, kindhearted.Or maybe loved is more to the point. She looks up to her mother, Supernaturalphantom, but they're not alike. Maybe in personality but not in appearance. Though she loves her mum, truthfully, she is a little scared of her. Even though her mental flips have apparently got better she still sometimes strikes out. Her siblings are very close to her heart. Very close. She loves family. Father? She doesn't know. She isn't even sure if Supernaturalphantom knows. Friends? She doesn't find it particularly easy to make new friends but she gets by just fine. So, you think you know this hyper nutcase of a cat? Well, you probably do. She's as easy to read as an open book.

Supernaturalphantom
Rped by Cobwebpaw
There, blink, gone. Was if a flash of cream you saw? Or was it Silver? Maybe a mixture of both... This stunning twilight beauty goes as Supernaturalphantom. Supernatural? She moves swifter than a falcon catching its prey, her senses bursting, always on the alert. Her speed is due to her thin but sturdy build, lanky legs but not a tall cat, average, with a long tail that helps her balance at top speed. Phantom? Her prettiness. Ghostly silver pelt, almost white but with more of a shine, cream distinctive pattern which weaves from her under belly to her face. Starting from just below her chest her cream fur makes out the shape of small circles and odd shaped hearts, a lot like cheetah markings, which travel to her muzzle and stops on top of her nose which is a chilling shade of pink. Her eyes are a milky green with lush peacock ring round them. Mysterious. Unsettling. Her whiskers silver, nearly blending in with her fur. Supernaturalphantom has a past in which she can't begin to explain. For starters her kit-hood is a lost memory, gone forever, banished from her brain. Parents? Never knew them. Siblings? Long forgotten. She wasn't clan born, how she ended up in the clan at 8 moons she isn't entirely sure. Something along the lines of nearly becoming a foxes snack in the territory. Temperament - calm, curious, self-reliant. Her personality is chatty, warm, friendly to most, to other clans maybe not so friendly but otherwise the same. But what is that flicker of red in her green irises? Although she is carefree Supernaturalphantom has a rash, dangerous side. At times she flips, a spark in her mind flares and she is lost to a demon which controls her being. Mental? Maybe. Her harmful presence only lasts for short periods but it shakes her, makes her nervous, frightened. She can't help becoming a monster.

Reassuringvalidity
Euphrates≈
Reassuringvalidity... The comforting truth. Her eyes are like amber glass with blue swirled into it's fine, melted powder. Her pelt is a mixture of many colors consisting of browns, blacks, greys, and whites. When she was a kit, she always wondered why her pelt was so different from her parents'. Her father was Lingeringsoul and her mother was Honeymelon. She always felt different within her mass abundance of siblings. Reassuringvalidity was the runt of the litter. She was very dainty and delicate. However, her body structure is very misleading from her fierce and slightly fightening personallity. She was always training while her siblings enjoyed life. She felt a large amount of seriousness in her life, as if she was an adult with Warrior duties. She would kick, scratch and jump all over Iron Wood trees behind her Leader's den. She is serverely hard-core and doesn't permit jokes and play time. When she was Apprentice age, her parents finally told her a truth that changed her forever. Reassuringvalidity had been adopted by her parents. Honeymelon had Reassuringvalidity's siblings, 7 of them, actually. But when she wanted to have another, she was unable. Her body had gotten weak from having so many kits. Her heart was broken until Reassuringvalidity's father found a insane but possible solution. He told Honeymelon about his idea, and she agreed to ask her sister, Whisperingheart, to have a kit for her. Whisperingheart agreed and Reassuringvalidity was born. After Honeymelon and Lingeringsoul told her the truth, it was too much for Reassuringvalidity to handle. When she was younger, she didn't know what her name meant. Now she know's that it means the comfoting truth. Comforting? Peh! The truth is not comforting, if anything, it's haunting. So, she left her Clan and shut out her parents from her life. She then when to WaterClan and found happiness, which she did not have with her family. You see, Reassuringvalidity may have gotten the most attention from her parents because she was the runt, but her siblings resented her for being ''favored'' by their parents. They were angry that they were their real kits, yet the favored the adopted kit. Reassuringvalidity never wanted to be favored, she never wanted to be adopted, she never wanted to be lied to, she never wanted to be a burden upon her siblings, but she couldn't change her past. Her siblings pretty much forgot about her when she left, but it wasn't easy with Honeymelon and Lingeringsoul being so heart broken after Reassuringvalidity had left. She knows in her heart that her parents never meant for the truth to harm her, but she couldn't get past the fact that they had been pretending to be her birth parents for 6 moons of her life. Her past is a sensitive subject, so she prefers to not speak of it. Her life now is different from what it was eariler in her life. She is a proud Warrior, beloved by her friends and fellow clanmates... Reassuringvalidity may let her parents back into her life, but she doesn't know if the scar from her past will ever fade. She wishes to be a mother, but not like /her/ mother. She wishes to have a mate that won't lie to her, because she couldn't handle that.

Wishmoon
Rped by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Dark; gloomy; depressed. These words could be used to describe Wishkit simply. The she-cat was always one to be down on herself. Nothing she ever did was good enough. She was either too short, too tall, too fat, or too skinny, when really, she was just right in size. Her pelt was as white as freshly-fallen snow, and Wishkit always tried to keep it as clean as possible. Violet eyes, which were an abnormality for a feral cat such as she, were beautifully worn upon the she-cat's face. Her eyes and fur were the only things that she found 'good' about herself. Though she'd one day be a strong, dedicated fighter and excellent swimmer, Wishkit was almost certain that she'd be a burden and disgrace to Waterclan. She firmly believes that no tom would ever want to be her mate. It'd be very rare to spot this kit with a smile on her face. Wishkit was abandoned by her mother when she was very, very young. She believes that her mother didn't want her because she was so awful, even though she was only about two moons old. A warrior of Waterclan had found and brought her into the clan.

Twistedgaze
Rped by Foxblood
A white she-cat with honey gold eyes and blood red flecks in her eyes. She is blind and has a scar on her chest for a coyote attack. She was born blind and she is friends with Nettlekit and Primrose. She has a gold stripe down her back. Although she is blind, Twistedgaze can fight and hunt in her own way. She is an excellent hearer and smeller. Twistedgaze wants a mate and kits. She wants to be a leader someday. She doesn't want to be a med-cat. Her parents were torn apart by wolves, and coyotes, though, her sibling are still alive known as Whisperedvoice, and Sullenpast.

Furledwind
Played By Swiftclaww
Dark, golden furred she-cat with even darker, leopard looking spots on her tail, chest, ears and muzzle. Her fur constantly spikes out in strange angles, giving her a very unique appearance to other cats, who usually have their fur kept smooth and tidy. Her eyes a bright, limpid blue, like the water that surrounds them. She is a very calm she-cat, and it's hard to upset or anger her unless you know how to push her buttons. She allows any cat that is in need to come to her, and she isn't afraid to challenge the warrior code. If a kittypet comes that is in dire need of help, Furledwind won't deny them, though it would be unlikely that she'd allow them to stay forever unless they proved useful. All Furledwind cares about, is her Clan. Even if her nurturing personality can sometimes make her seem soft, this fierce she-cat would kill to protect her loved ones. She doesn't tolerate disrespect, and has many close friends within her Clan. Furledwind posesses an impressive skill for battle, she uses her surroundings against her opponents, her bright colored bright blending in with the beauty of WaterClan territory. Since she is so defensive of her Clan, she may sometimes leap into battle instead of always thinking out a solution. But this helps even out with her softness for accepting cats outside the Clans, and Furledwind would never allow any other Clan to speak badly about her warriors or her Clan.

Hallowfire
Rped by Marionetteღ
A slate grey tom with glowing amber eyes. Confident and sometimes rash, Hallowfire tends to try and befriend anyone willing. There's an air of allure to him, and his words are smooth and carefully planned. He's quite ambitious, but not in the way in which he would aim for positions of authority - which he always obeys. Hallowfire isn't serious about many things, and takes things much lighter than other cats, never sulking or wallowing in pity. He valiantly fights for his clan - and is good at it, too - for the adrenaline and pride, if not to protect his clanmates; loyalty and morals are not extremely prominent traits in Hallowfire. He believes that he has to pull his own weight, instead of depending on others. Even though he hasn't thought about it much, Hallowfire has always believed he'd have a mate and kits one day.

Candidbelief
RP'ed by tick.tock
Names can say much about a person; especially in this case. 'Candid.' Maybe her mother was thinking of giving a cat a fair warning of whom they were talking to with naming her daughter this, of insinuating a sharp-edged tongue. And then, 'belief.' By the leader of WaterClan she acquired this second name, a cat Candidbelief looks up to and admires - and whom she has repeatedly (with decidedly dire consequences, it's true) lashed with her whip of words. Perhaps 'belief' is there to recognize the fact that Candidbelief is both stubborn that she is right about everything, and so far unfailing to disagree with every cat. She never hesitates to say what she wants to say, and so has few friends. Now. For appearances. This she-cat has a ginger coat that's both long and fluffy, but coarse, somehow. The aura she radiates is decidedly bad-girl, but surprisingly, she is obsessed with keeping her coat pristine. Every hair is always in place. She has white socks that curl up all four legs, making her look like she was picked up by the scruff and carefully dipped in until all edges were even. Her tail is tipped with a creamy hue, and a circle of ghostly color floods over her eyes: two orbs of sea-green. Candidbelief's history has been short and brief. All together, boring, unoriginal, but still not the same sob-fest told by every other cat. She was born by two WaterClan cats who ran off soon after she and her siblings were born; she was the only survivor of her litter after a vicious fever; and she excels in fighting, and so she beings to make a name for herself in WaterClan.

Hornetblitz
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Black and yellow dance before your eyes... Hornetblitz was there. This tom is about as snappy as a thorn, and as fast a lightning. His fur is a silky soft black, with tiny speckles of white that are scattered about. Two golden yellow eyes shine like enchanted orbs, staring right through your soul. Hornetblitz can be quite a pain sometimes, though his intentions are always good. He enjoys challenges, and hardly ever backs down from one. Fast. His long, slender limbs make him agile on his paws and light in a race. Hornetblitz is a complete flirt when it comes to the she-cats, and will tease until he has them begging for more. Could this wild, untamed cat ever be normal? Highly doubtful.

Halfface
Rp'd By dawnfire1551
He is like any other cat. He has wide ears, long white whiskers, a sleek body, and smooth fur. Then why is he called halfface? I'll tell you. His mother was a Russian blue with sky blue eyes. His father was a savannah cat with clear amber eyes. They had 1 russsian blue, 1 Savannah, and him. He's split right down the middle on his right side, he looks like a Russian blue with a
sky blue eye. And as if a invisible line straight down the middle of his face seperating the two halves, there's a pure Savannah with a amber eye on the left side. Yes, straight down his body, one sides this, the other that. Even his tail is split, gray one side, spotted on the other. He doesn't know how this happened nor does any other cat. And he wants a mate, the only problem is he's afraid they'll end up like him, split down the middle.

Snowquake
Rped by ForestWing
Gentle as light trickle of rain that runs through Waterclan but fierce as rivers quake is the best way to describe this smart she-cat. Underneath her sharp tongue and strong sarcasm is an insecure young apprentice. She doesn't have a lot in life and wishes she had more. Her parents abandoned her because of her limp. That's right, she has a limp from a fight when she was little. Let's start from the beginning as little Snow. She was raised in the barn along side her five siblings with a sharp attitude mother and a strict egotistical father. Being the runt of the litter was always hard for her, so whenever her family would play games they would always outcast her to the side and never allow her to play with the "normal" cats. She didn't mind, she would put on a sweet smile and pretend to ignore the constant giggling and laughter of the "normal" cats as her heart slowly eat away any scrap of kindness left in her. Everything went downhill when her eldest brother challenged her to a "normal" fight as siblings. Being much smaller then her brother her brother easily took advantage over her and forced her to submission. When she gave up he crushed her foreleg until the bone could be heard snapping in two. Too stunned to fear her brother she was left by her family when they returned to the forest. The small little Snow was found by a Waterclan warrior and taken into shelter of her new home.

Contagiouswind
Rped by .::MadHatter::.
A light brown, almost cream colored she-cat. With a darker brown face, tail, and legs. Contagiouswind has perfect dark sapphire eyes. This she-cat is unlike any other she-cat; she has seen and heard things worst than most. Contagiouswind comes from a family of assassins. She grew up hearing stories of what her family members have done. Some even murdered their own blood relatives. Her families brutal, dark history is a story of a legacy. Is a story that should be put away and kept in the depths of a old, dark library that know one goes to. Her families story all started when, her great grandfather was banned from his clan, InfinityClan. Yes, that's right, InfinityClan. He wanted to get back on the clan, but was getting too old to do so. Because of this he convinced his son, Breakingthorn to do so. Breakingthorn was told to kill the deputy of InfinityClan, that's all. But, he decided to kill his past mate that betrayed him deliberately and kill the deputy. Surprising, he completed both of these. But, when he returned his Dad was dead, slaughtered actually. Breakingthorn yearned for revenge. He then decided to train his strongest kit. Making him a killer, someone who could kill any cat that he crosses. The cat whom he had trained became known as Brokenshadow. This is where the story really starts. When broken shadow became an adult he planned to murder his horrendous family, that shouldn't be called a family. He had himself a mate and two kittens one being called Contagious. Brokenshadow killed his mate Sophia, and then killed his father Breakingthorn. Only to be stopped when he tried to kill his grandmother Alexandra. Contagiouswind's uncle, Whitewater, had assassinated him. Contagious was a four moon old kitten when this happened, whom had just started her training, one moon before. Whitewater ordered the two following assassins to murder Contagious and her brother Jupiter. They only assassinated one though. Before Whitewater had a change of plans and wanted to raise the two kittens as his own because he was homosexual, and couldn't have kits with his mate Fallen. Whitewater was overwhelmed when he came into the cave and tried to order off the murder of his niece and nephew. He was there just in time; because they were just about to kill Contagious. Whitewater tortured both of the assassins, until death. The tom then began his life, training Contagious to become the best assassin in the family ever. Even better than the legendary Brokenshadow, her father. Whitewater succeeded this objective, until his organization of assassins was discovered. He knew that his family and the other families that followed him would all be murdered someday. From people who yearned for revenge upon the assassins. He demanded that all assassin families must protect the main family, which happened to be his, obviously. So the three following families did as they were told and protected his family, until death. He led eight of his assassins to the meadow, ordering them to protect this area at all cost. Only to be out numbered by ten warriors. It's unknown as to who these warriors were or what clan they belonged to because when the battle ended, every single assassin was murdered. The battle consisted of twenty deaths, leaving only eight warriors alive to fight against the four assassins in the leading family. The assassins were outnumbered and defeated on that day. Only Contagious remained, who had been knocked out of reality and put on a little, floating raft that had led her to WaterClan's territory. The WaterClan cats took her in as an adolescent. She trained hard as a WaterClan apprentice for about a moon and then was named Contagiouswind.

Hawkwing
Rped by BluestarRocks!
A strong, broad, and loyal tom, with a black wing print on his back, a tabby face, and a spotted gray and black tail. He seems to be wise beyond his age and has always been very calm in dramatic situations, except when his desceased mother is brought up. He is consistently showing strength and is growing to look like a promising hunter. He will be a great apprentice for any cat and has already had a mentor request him. A kit as well-known and adored as Hawkkit is will certainly turn out to be a great warrior. His only flaw, though, is his tendecy to attack others if they're unfair. He belives that every cat should be treated the same way as another one and can throw back insults twice as hard as the next cat and claw you harder. His heart turned to cold, hard stone after his parents were murdered, and he's grown to trust no one, just as they had, because of it.

Baroquetail
Rp'd By Heathersong981
Large jet black tom. His piercing blue green eyes are his best features. Baroquetail has no scars on his fur. Only a matted lower tail that happened when he was in battle with a badger 3 times his size. Baroquetail did not grow up in WaterClan. He grew up in the forest as a rogue or loner. He doesn't put a name on it. Baroquetail at a young age had to learn to fend for himself. His father had learned from his own dad that the only way to live is to take out those 'weaker' than him. His father, a couple months after Baroquetail had become older, had gone on a killing rampage. He killed queens, elders, and young kits, weak warriors that were 'no use to there group'. They had lived with around 16 cats, and they moved as one. A pack. Baroquetail's father had murdered half the cats, leaving them vulnerable and weak. After his rampage Baroquetail could see the recognition in his father's face. He had just murdered fellow cats, and now they were vulnerable. Baroquetail knew that there rivaling group would find out in a heartbeat that they were vulnerable, and would attack. Baroquetail fled from his father and the cats, right before they were attacked. Baroquetail never looked back, never tried to seek out his father. To see if he was still alive. It was no use, none of the cats in that forest left others alive. Baroquetail padded past deserts, and forest and came to WaterClan. Right before he crossed the border he was ambushed by a badger. Baroquetail fended off the badger, but was slashed in the tail and his blood had matted his tail to the bone. Baroquetail raced into the WaterClan territory and was again found by clan cats. He was brought in as a prisoner, but soon showed his willingness to be loyal to this clan. He's been here ever since.

Pebblesong
RPed by exorcist.
A silver she-cat with illuminating amber eyes that always seem cold, calculating, and full of dark secrets. Her sleek pelt alternates between white and black stripes, which is good for camouflage and her slim frame is helpful when it comes to speed and agility. She has a rather loud personality, always sharing her opinion, whether others want to hear it or not. This has its ups and downs, and at times, can make her seem very annoying. Pebblesong is very suspicious and cautious of others; it's hard to gain her full trust. All of her family members are deceased, which makes things even harder for her.

Flitterflight
Rped by Ashenfate
A beautiful white she-cat with light grey stripes through her furs. Her furs are soft and fluffy, as if she were still a kit. Her build is tiny, as if she were an apprentice. And her eyes are a deep blue, only contributing to her radiating beauty. As well as her beauty, her personality is as soft as a rose. Her heart is as delicate as that rose, and seems to wilt easily if hurt. Flitterflight is one of the nicest and gentlest cats there could be, and she doesn't seem as if she could hurt a soul. Her hunting skills excel, although her battle skills could use work. Flitterflight is the ideal cat to be a mother, if only she could find love.

Lynxheart
RPed by Whitemuzzle
A cream colored tom with golden-brown spots. The tips of his ears are black giving him a lynx-like appearance. He is an excellent hunter and fighter. Lynxheart takes pride in his skills and is extremely loyal to his clan and the Warrior Code. But that doesn’t make him stuffy. He is a fun-loving cat who enjoys life. Someday he would like to find a mate to settle down with.

Nightsong
Rped by ♠åçë·ôƒ·šÞåðëš♠
The melody of the night is truly irresistible. Indeed, there's nothing quite like the sweet music of dusk as the owls awake and the crickets begin their melodic whistles. The night is alive with the sound of the wild, the forest filled with the buzzing of insects and the wails of loneliness and heartbreak. It is a melody of sadness, a melody that speaks unspoken words of heart-break and reality. It is a melody that you do not want to hear but compels you to listen all the same. The song of the night is from which Nightsong is named; if, indeed, this indescribable music could be described it would be described as Nightsong. Quiet, his pelt as dark as the time before dawn when the night is at its darkest, Nightsong scares and also compels his Clan-mates. He is unique, with strange, mysterious ways that frightens and yet captures the interest of his Clanmates. He believes in no StarClan, but of a force of the earth - a power that drives and connects all of nature together. His belief only makes him more confusing to the eyes of his Clanmates, though does Nightsong care? It's actually hard to tell whether he cares or not. It's as though he is coated in a blanket of darkness, concealing all of his emotions and thoughts. It's nearly impossible to tell what this jet-black tom is thinking, with his icy, piercing blue eyes and pelt with not a streak of other color on it. And therefore he is avoided. Avoided, shunned, and yet compelling. Oh, so compelling.

Whisperedvoice
Rped by Foxblood
A handsome dark brown tom with orange tabby stripes and honey golden eyes and a white chest. He has no mate and his sisters are Twistedgaze and Fallenmemories. His parents, Fallenriver and Stonewonder are dead. Whisperedvoice is a amazing fighter and a skilled hunter. Strangely, he likes water and loves the snow. He has always wanted a family that he will never let die or seperate.

Rainbowchaser
Rped by Vulpixkit
have you ever seen a rainbow in the sky, so beautiful and breath taking . It brings happiness and a sense of hope after a storm. A rainbow so high in the sky and colorful it looks like starclan is having a festival. Has it ever given you peace before? Well meet Rainbowchaser ,and beautiful she-cat, who was literally born under a rainbow. Her fur is as fluffy as fluffy can be and is a beautiful mix of different shades of brown with patches of honey gold. Her eyes are a unusual hazel/gold and sometimes will even change color according to her mood. She is very small for her size and is very quiet at times. She loves to swim and is very good at it too. She is very wise for her age and knows all the stories about starclan. Even though she is tiny she can take on anyone and uses her size as a advantage. She is a kind soul but she can be stern and tough when she needs to be. She may seem like the perfect cat right? Well there is one catch. Sadly she is blind but because she is so aware of everything you wouldn't notice or believe it.

Coltfoot
Rped by ForestWing
At first glance you would notice a muscular tom-cat with soft brown eyes and blank white paws. But beneath the toughness is a soft hearted, kit loving tom cat. He is very kind towards all and finds pleasure in the little things. Once you meet this tom cat you would think he could be borderline perfect but with every perfection is an imperfection, his family at least. He was raised with his beloved sister Rose by rouges to become a deadly sinner, but when the day came for him to prove himself worthy of the rouge family by killing an innocent cat he refused and took the blow. Unfortunately the innocent cat escaped and on it's way out killed his sister who happened to be in the cats way at the time. Devastated he begged for the rouges to save his sister from bleeding to death but they merely turned a blind eye towards her and laughed at his defiance towards them. "Weakness in one is weakness in all." those words still ring in his ears and sometimes he can be found screaming in his dream for his sisters life. After not having a home to return to he stayed amongst the rouges trying to strike up a rebellion. He fought every moment of living with them until one day the leader had enough. On his way back from a hunting patrol the leader cornered him by the cliffs edge and started a fight. Of course being stronger then most Colt had the advantage and managed to pin the cat to submission. After proclaiming to the leader that he didn't want any harm to come he turned his back to the leader. The leader leaped up and snagged him in the should pushing him off the cliff and into the depths of his demise. Starclan must have shed a tear for him because he managed to survive the fall with barely a scratch and found his paws in the home of Waterclan.

|| --- Apprentices --- ||
Razorpaw(wind)
Rped by :Owlfeather:Fast. That's what you'll notice about this tom. He's got yellow eyes that you probably won't see very often. You almost always just see a blur of dark gray. He's a natural born hunter, he can outrun even the fastest of rabbits. Trouble tends to follow him wherever he goes. He almost always speaks his mind, and thinks everyone has their own opinion. He's a bit short tempered though. If someone makes him angry, you're lucky if you can get away with everyone body part unharmed. He's not called Razorwind for nothing, that's for sure. Abandoned as a kit, he was lucky that he survived. Someone found him and took him back to Waterclan. They thought he was a weak kit, and now he vows never to be called weak again. His determination is what drives him. Once his mind is set, there's no changing it.

Angelpaw
Rp'd by Me-mow122A white she-cat with dark green eyes. She enjoys learning new things and what ever she learns stay with her the tip of of her right ear, her front left paw and her back right paw are all black. She is loyal to her clan and to her leader she would die to keep her clan, her friends and her family safe if it coast her life she would not care because she does not care for herself. She is a great hunter and a very skilled fighter she has always practiced her fighting skills since she was a small kit.

Everlastingpaw (acacia)
Rped by Windspirit555
Everlastingkit is very protective of her smaller sister. She is silver and dappled with white. she is the opposite of her sister. She loves consulting others and having their opinions to compare with hers. You can always tell what is on her mind. The light green eyes on this she kit will tell her life's story if you look long enough. The only similarity between these two are their cheerful personalities. sibling Orchidkit.

|| --- Queens --- ||

Cedarleaf
Rped by Mistyf00t
A charming she cat, indeed. She was the birth mother of Shrewkit and Nettlekit, yet her companion didn't stay long enough to meet their own kits. Once Cedarleaf had found out the truth, she had banished him from her sight, leaving wounds that the tom would always remember, even when he hunted with the Dark Forest. Generally, she is a fiercly protective, young mother. Before the birth of her kits, she had been an agile, competitive warrior that would show her loyalty with her life. Over a great while, her face was masked with sorrow at the death of a close friend, but was reuinted by her clan mate's happy spirits. She plans to return as a Warrior once her kits have grown into apprentice.

Stolenbeauty
Rped by Foxblood
A black she-cat with golden eyes that remind you of sweet sugary honey and beautiful gold flowers. She has gray paws that look as if they were splattered and dipped in paint and her fur is speckled with white and brown. Stolenbeauty is mother to Flutterkit(wing) and Spottedkit(cloud). Her personality is sweet and positive. Get on her bad side, your in for a life long scar. That is if your a kit you'll get cuffed with a sheathed paw. And it won't hurt, just knock ya into some sense and respect.

Swiftbalance
Rped by ForestWing
A brilliant streak of silver lavished her beautiful pelt as her stunning river blue eyes gaze upon your hearts purpose. Swiftbalance is a slender she-cat with a beautiful and innocent voice that rings through the forest. She is shy when spoken too by tom cats and would much rather be around other queens. That's right, she is a queen. When she was too close to the Waterclan border a Crowclan cat found her and dragged her off towards the Crowclan camp. After spending moons in the prison the Crowclan cat fell in love with her, but her hatred towards him harbored anything but love. When he let her "escape" one day he really set up a plan to act like a hero. The tom cat figured that he would let her escape and send two of his friends after her to pose as rouge warriors and he would come in and save the day. But that all tragically ended when the she-cat fought off his friends and he became her last obstacle out of Crowclan. When he proclaimed his love for her she inevitably turned him down and rushed off towards the border. In a final attempt to claim her as his he attacked her and forced her to have his kits. Torn and bloody the she-cat dragged herself towards the Waterclan border and returned to Waterclan. Although this experience terrified her to the core she keeps smiling everyday and looks forward to the sun streaming through the beams of the nursery.

|| --- Kits --- ||

Radiancekit
Rp'd by Euphrates
Before she was born, she knew that someone in the world was holding onto her, holding onto her soul. She knew that someone out there felt very strongly about her. Then, a beautiful calico she-kit was born, with the most dazzling green eyes a cat could ever see. They sparkle with such light, that even the angels of StarClan might not be able to define her a creature of earth. But the most interesting part is... She isn't. Born in a reincarnation of Radiancepaw, Owlkit's love. She doesn't know it herself, but she knows that something more powerful than the luckiness of being created is holding her to the bonds of earth. The most curious she-kit ever born, always having a thirst for adventure and suspense. The sweetest voice ripples from her mouth like a waterfall into a river. Like silk, her voice is the smoothest material even created. With fur as soft as cotton, her plush fur surrounds her body in short, but fluffy curls. Her history has not yet begun, she hasn't figured out who she really is. And why she was brought to live this life, but StarClan has a purpose. Radiancekit is a different she-kit, she is more about others, caring and thoughtful. Her past life as Radiancepaw keeps breaking through her memory. The day that she was killed, the look of blood-thirst on the faces of the rogues. The shriek of pain that escaped her mentor's mouth when her face was ripped to shreds. And the night before that... A cat whose face remains blurred. Her voice announced softly that he loved her. But the part of her reaccuring nightmares that surprise her the most, is the part when she denies to have the same feelings for the slightly large figure before her. Radiancekit hates those nightmares, she always considers them a nightmare though... Never a memory. She only hopes to stop living in the fogged life she is now, and be able to breath again at night. So that she doesn't have to feel like she is being suffocated. Radiancekit swears that one day.... one day, she'll be able to live freely... And that she'll know who the tom in her dreams is, if he is even real. She never realises, but she passes by him everyday... A figment of her imagination... or is he real? StarClan only knows the fate that lies before her, life or death, love or hate. Darkness.... or light.

Owlkit{flight}
Rp'd by Euphrates=
A slightly large tom with a fluffy pelt and tail. Shades of dark browns and light browns are swirled into his pelt. Golden eyes peer through the forest at night. So distinctive... So unique. Outlines across his back of wings, in black. Encredible hearing and sight, he is a masterpiece, treasured by WaterClan. Though with his inque appearance, his life was the absolute oppsite. He tried to defy gravity too many times. His life had began to blend with the world to no uniqueness. His life is normal, exciting at points, and other when he wishes he could kill himself. Even though his life consists of normality, his history could surprise you. Even though he is still a small kit, his history outnumbers some. In the few months of his life, he has expierenced loss, love, hate, and death. Let's start at the beginning... Let's see.... birth... yes, that's about where the drama began. Now, we begin. Owlkit was born a family of seven... Yes, seven. It consisted of his parents, him, and his four adopted siblings. Owlkit was the oldest of his siblings. Owlkit had been his parent's first and only kit. But his mother wanted more. They were unable to have more kits, therefore, they adopted kits that had been abandoned by unloving mothers and fathers. He was jealous, due to his siblings being adopted, they always got a certain amount of attention and sympathy. Owlkit hardly gave them the time of day, anger and the feeling of abandonment made him react negatively. He never knew how much he cared about his siblings until they got captured and killed. He never spoke again, until he was taken to a safer place... WaterClan. Silentstar actually felt sympathetic, a new feeling for Owlkit. There, Owlkit fell in love for the first time. He fell in love with Radiancekit, the most beautiful of the newest litters. He never had such a strong, protective feeling over another cat except for Radiancekit. Then... On the night of ceremonies, Owlkit admitted his feelings to Radiancekit, but she never felt the same way. His heart was broken, and he vowed to never love, his heart has been too damaged to try and repair it. Radiancekit was promoted before Owlkit. On her first day of training, she got killed by a band of invading rogues. Her mentor blamed himself for the death of Radiancepaw, but Owlkit proved him wrong, there was nothing he could've done. Owlkit was even more broken at that point, even though Radiancepaw had told him that she didn't feel the same way, he still loved her, no matter what. And on the day she was killed, his heart officially broke. The pieces of his heart felt like they were floating in mid air, like gravity wasn't holding them down to earth. His heart finally made it's way back into Owlkit and patched itself up after two moons. Owlkit was at peace with the fact that Radiancepaw had been killed, but inside... He felt like it wasn't over. He sometimes can see her, pass by the entrance of the nursery. Her eyes full of pain, and constantly asking Owlkit why he didn't protect her. Nightmares seem to never cease with Owlkit, but he feels that one day.... one day, he'll be able to let her go...

Shrewkit
RPed by Kibbythekat
A dark brown tom kit with a white stripe from is nose, along his back, and down to his tail tip and lue eyes identical to his mothers. A young kit with a good heart, lead by Dark Forest warriors in dreams. He ignores his older sister Nettlekit because of her snooty aditude. He loves his mother Cedarleaf. He doesn't like fighting, but he loves to go fishing- or at least try to. He always tries to help warriors, but unfortuntely get butted into by his overly dramactic sister. He loves to make friends and laughs and plays. He would never ever go against the Warrior Code and clings to it like moss on a rock. Will his dark compainions ruin his heart of gold?

Dazzlekit[strike]
Rped by --ƉancingЯemedy
Remember when life was dull? Remember when nothing was new? No love? Smiles? Happiness? Well, those days have vanished. They're gone, and are now replaced by something beautiful. More like some/one/ actually. Dazzlestrike. She will lead you to your destiny, help you follow your dreams and never look back. With eyes glowing a luxurious tone of amber, she hypnotizes those who surround her with her gifted beauty. Blessed with a pelt that is glossened with the colour of a rich silver, the style upon her pelt is also lined with darkened swirls of gray, all swerving down to her paws, that fade into a shade of black. Yet even with an aura of darkened colors, her heart still brightens with a sweet, forgiving personality. Just like her eyes, she glows with pure enchantment, and joy. However, even if she does shower those with her endless kindness, do not underestimate her skills and abilities to rip at your limbs. Her temper may rise quickly and she will strike at you deeply if you are not quick enough. Her agility is ver unique, and her spontaneous strength also wows those who watch her. You may become awestruck, however, in the middle of the battlefield, watching her dance through the bloodshed and sweep herself to each opponent, knocking them to the floor slyly. So let that be a warning to you, to /never/ mess with her. As an independent she-cat, she had taught herself to keep her guard up, and never give in, which led her not being able to trust no one, or at least not entirely. A true inspiration to all, Dazzlestrike finds her goodness throughout the magic of music and the ongoings of nature. Whenever taking a stroll throughout the territory, a constant hum seems to rumble in her throat, admiring the beauty surrounding her small self, truly outstanded. Even as a beautiful creature, she seems to be humble about it, and finds the world to be the most gorgeous thing that she's ever seen. Yet of course, she is aware of the harmful things that lurk on the lands of the earth. During her moons as a small she-cat, she had experienced distubring images and events that no cat should ever go through. The beatings and battles, they all come together into a haunting nightmare, awakening her in the middle of the night, screaming, crying, terrified. Dreadful is it not? Luckily, she was taken away by an unknown and brave soul, and was placed to this here clan. Never again did she see the jet black tom again, yet she aims to find him once more, for he, is her hero, and she, shall be his.

Nettlekit(stream)
Rped by Kibbythekat
An beautiful white she-kit with vibrant blue and green eyes. For this kit, the world revolves around her. In her opinion, she, is perfect. Everyone else should be carrying her instead of forcing her to walk. This self-involved kit believes that she is the favored kit of the whole nersery, the whole clan, the whole world. Her mother Cedarleaf, she doesn't always obey. She considers her only true friend to be Twisedgaze. Although, she ussualy doesn't shirk work. Everyone else is secondary. So, Nettlekit feels challenged: she must catch more prey, fight a little harder, work a little longer just to show off her perfection. The other cats shouldn't make her prove it, but she must. Her regular actions, working hard, yet acting like she's better than all others often confuses the others.

Brightkit
RPed by Whitemuzzle
A creamy yellow tom with bright hazel eyes that seem to sparkle in the moonlight. He makes friends easily but has a bit of a stubborn streak in him. The warrior code is very important to him and he is not afraid to do what he believes is right. Brightkit is loyal to his friends and clan mates. If anyone should pick on one of his friends, they would have to answer to him. Hunting and fishing are two of his favorite pastimes. He is not an ambitious cat who seeks leadership but would rather be just be a warrior.

Electrickit [Flight]
Rped by .:Vesper:.
Viva la vida. It is the definition this beautiful golden she-cat with electric amber eyes lives her life by. Every breath she breathes is one that whispers it in the breeze, her version of wisdom and faith. It means that life goes on. To her, there is no end to it's beauty and grace. Her life started with a group that called themselves 'The Guardians,' living their life off of protecting the rights of loners and rouges. Her father was the leader of the group, a cat no one wanted to mess with. Her mother was a gentle she-cat who loved her kits to no end. One day though, a tom got jealous of her father having the most beautiful mate and kits. He killed her father in hopes of taking over, saying that her father's death was an accident but her mother knew better. Her mother was furious, out for revenge yet as she tried to overtake the wicked tom, she was killed in front of the others. Chaos broke out as cats tried to kill him, yet he was strong and wouldn't go without a fight. The chaos made a lot of noise, alerting a group of dogs to the presence of the cats. In desperation of survival, the group split up as Electricflight was seperated from her siblings, heartbroken from the witnessed deaths. She took off, running as fast and as far as she could. If there is one thing to learn about this she-cat, it's that she is fast and has a lot of endurance. She soon found herself wandering through the clans, lost and hopeless. That's where she picked up her saying, viva la vida. Life went on, and it went on magnificantly. She crossed paths with a medicene cat who guided her through joining Waterclan, and isn't the most trusted loyal cat there ever was but she is friendly and kind. She tries doing right, but always seems to find trouble. She never gives up though, and is a good cat to look up to.

Guiltykit [Innocence]
Rped by stelzibelz
Guilty and red handed. She walks the shadows calmly in wisdom and morosly. She has chocolate burmeese fur and darkend black eyes. She has a guitly aroma about her presence but seems to be always the inosent one. Her ears are pointy with little tufts at the end of them aswell as her tail. She is proud and loyal. But sometimes her arogance gets the better of her and she can easily get wound up if you try. But mostly she is quite a charming cat... If a little spiteful at times.

Cobrakit(fang)
Rped by Tanglecloud
A large black and gray tom with dark green eyes. Always looking for trouble, he likes to pick on other cats and start fights. He has unusual long fangs and likes to use them on other kits. His mother taught him to kill when threten and his father taught him to use them to scare other kits. He likes to swim and getting his paws wet.

Orchidkit(secret)
Rped by WindSpirit555
A creamy white she kit with with dark tan splotches. She does not care for others opinions unless they are from her friends. She makes friends easily. Everyone around her may think she is out there with her head in the clouds. She is more go with the flow. Her forest green eyes show an air of mystery hardly givng away her emotions but, She has a bright and cheery personality that is hardly put out. sibling Everlastingkit.

Snowkit
Rped by .::MadHatter::.
A tiny little thing she is. With pure white fur covering her body, and a sapphire gaze. Snowball's body frame isn't what you usually see from a kit.You usually get the fat, chubby kits who suck milk all day long. But, when you look at this cat you see a skinny, bony she-cat who eats every so often. The only time she eats is around Moon-high every day. Sometimes she'll go a whole day without eating. It's just something she despises, she can't stand the smell, the sound of others chewing on the food or suckling the food. Some think she's rather strange; they're right. This cat is completely mental. Though she doesn't have any mental issues, she's just crazy. She's too smart for cats her age and even older than her; she was blessed with this apparently. She's too talkative and annoying to talk to. Snowball thinks she's the best and every one else is trash. She puts herself first over everything. If her leader was in danger and she was asked to protect her, she wouldn't do it. For example, if the leader was about to get killed by a dog she would run away and act like she never saw the dog try to eat her leader. It's just how she is, snotty. Snowball has a lot of haters; people who despise her and make fun of her. Though she gives it right back to them, always outsmarting them usually. She hates to get her claws dirty, so you'll never see her unsheathe them unless it's for the cost of her life. She likes to deal with battles in compromises instead of bloodshed. Ha, you'll probably be lucky to see her fighting skills.

Lashingkit(strike)
Rped by Foxblood
A gorgeous tom with brown fur, black stripes, and whites spots. His eyes? You thought you saw were the ocean and sky meet? His blue eyes are amazing and an attractive feature, that looks like the ocean and sky blended. His personality is unusual and suprising. He is matute and a is a uniquely good hunter since he was a kit. As fast as a humming bird, he was almost named Hummingbirdkit(flap). But instead his mother chose a wiser name for such a mature cat. You can count on him for staying calm in a raid and wise in a fire.

Charredkit
Rped by Sar!
Alone in the world with no one to guide you, no one to help you, just alone. This tom knows what the word alone means too well, he's been alone all his life and has witnessed the cruel fate of death too many times. His pelt is a smoky black color with what looks like white cracks painted under the blackness. A few old scars, some looking like burnt marks, are almost hidden with his pelt, except for a burn mark around his left eye that's a red color, a burn mark he wishes he could hide but can't. His golden eyes always seem to be glazed over with thought, and he wonders how the world works. Many are born into it, many die out of it. It's a cycle; we're all going to die one day. Some may called this cat depressing to talk to because of what he says; others might think it's fascinating what his mind can think up of. Even though a dark rain cloud practically hangs over this tom's head, he's still able to find time to help his clan and have a bit of fun while doing it. He's also very stubborn, once he has his mind set on something there's no way to talk him out of it, and he'll also argue his point across to you until you get it stuck in your head that he's right and your wrong. His personality is strange, changing between sad to feisty in a split second, and he also is a bit sarcastic from time to time. Facts are very imported to him, without facts where would everyone be? Probably dead since they'd all be to mouse-brained to know the dangers of the forest. His past is... well is just his past. Like a haunting, charred memory that will never go away... that will never leave him alone. A loner, with a lovely family and amazing friends... and a forest fire that sparred only one cat, him. Weather you call him lucky that he'd survived or unlucky because everyone else is dead is really just your own opinion, and opinions do not matter to this tom... only the facts matter.

Fallenkit{Angel}
Rped by ηαя¢яσтιχ
Like a Starclan cat fell from the sky and came to leave an everlasting effect. This is Fallenangel. A white she-cat with black freckles over over her fragile body. Her blue eyes are like a shining light in the night. This she-cat is stunning in all ways. He elegant and petite figure doesn't match her fiery and spirited attitude. She hates when cats fuss over her and would die for WaterClan. She is very protective over her loved ones and is known to hold a grudge. Get to know her and we'll see what see thinks about you.

Combatkit
Rped by ForestWing
As his name states, Combat is an experienced fighter. His fiery attitude and sarcastic remarks can only be tamed by his other half. A love harbors in his heart as he longs to find the one that can calm his inner self. He loves water and anything fighting related. His father was once a great deputy of another clan and at one point was inseperable with his mother. But as the years moved on his father began to have "other" love interests and thus another litter was born. Aftter he was born his dad ignored him and his mother to the point where his mother decided it would be best to leave. Soon he found his paws in Waterclan alongside his mother who was emotionally torn from his father. She committed suicide before his apprenticeship and all he can remember of his family is his depressed memories which he tries to block from his mind.

Featherkit(stream)
Rped by Tanglecloud
A beautiful light grey sleek furred she-cat with white paws and a fluffy tail. Her eyes are a light blue with flecks of a dark grey/blue. She's shy and quiet, but don't be fooled by this she can be turned into the fericest of cats. Featherstream loves to hunt in the night time because she enjoys being alone. She would love to be leader one day but she enjoys being a warrior too.

Brokenkit(arrow)
Rped by Tanglecloud
Stumbling through the woods blood covering her white fur. Cuts cover her body from her father her siblings falling to his teeth and claws. She is the daughter of Arrowflight and Slash. Her mother never wanted kits neither did her father. Surviving barly she resembles her mother with ginger 'socks' and tail. Her right fore paw is twisted due to her brutal beating from her father. She has no clue that her mother is in the same clan or anything. Her eyes are a dark amber.

Dapplekit(pool)
Rped Mistyf00t
A beautiful chocolate brown she cat with even darker brown splotches all around her body. Although she is young, she is strangely mature. She tends to but heads with others because of her stubborn personality. As a young kitten, she had always dominated over her littermates in a playful way. Her mother believes this is because she is destined to be a loyal, strong Warrior.

|| --- Elders --- ||
Lightningstep
Rped by .::MadHatter::.
Long, white fur cover this elders body. He has perfect amber eyes, though in one of them he has a cataract. Which is abnormality in his left eye, and is characterized by opacity of the lens. Lightningstep has had a tough life. When he was 7 moons old he was kidnapped by his father, Runningwater. He didn't escape his father until his father died of a heart attack. Lightningstep then went back to WaterClan, the clan he cherished. Lightningstep then became a warrior and had a mate. Her name was Pebblestep, until she died giving birth to their kits. Only one kit lived, but he soon died of green-cough. The young tom, at the time, was devastated. He got over it though, rather quickly. The tom then got a new mate, by the name of Nightstream. They had a well life together until a brutal break up when she cheated on him. They accomplished things though, having two kits. Lightningstep then retired and became an elder at 109 moons old.

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Specklepelt — Tue, 22 May 2012 16:47:30 CDT

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Medicine Cat Primrose Rped by .:Vesper:. Injured... staggering down a path with no home, no hope, nothing. Tears fill your eyes as your body cries for sleep, yet there is no good place to rest. That is until a gentle voice that sounds like bells calls up ahead. Looking up, the most majestic sight appeals to your eyes. The first thing you notice are her light and gentle blue orbs watching you with curiousity. They are surrounded by dark brown turfs of fur that span back to her ears and down the top of her back as a lighter brown, growing dark again at the end of her tail. The rest of her body is a creamy white, making her beautiful to all eyes yet she seems to care more about the injuries than her beauty. Each step she takes towards you makes your heart race until it feels as if it will pound off of you. The sweet scent of herbs fill your nose, including a soothing lavender. As soon as the beautiful she-cat reaches you, her paws are at work on your injuries as she speaks of a place to sleep and spend eternity in, a clan. One that she belongs to, which catches your attention. This she-cat is one that you want to be-friend and hang out with. At last she finishes your wounds, and walks away. It is then your choice to follow or stay, as long as you are not a clanmate you are no longer a care of hers. This she-cat may seem formal and perfect, and in front of strangers she is. If you are a clanmate that has known her for a while though, this she-cat is a fiesty little ragdoll. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind if she finds the need to, yet she can be a very kind and loving cat. She loves each cat in her clan equally, and would die for them. The toms tend to flirt with her because she is drop dead gorgeous, yet she doesn't seem to care for love. Her heart remains loyal to medicine and curing. She is clever when it comes to that, and quick to react to injuries. She is also very brave, and won't stand her ground when danger is near. She may be one for healing, but she also knows enough close combat to handle herself until help comes, and she uses it to help others too. She is also skilled at escaping deadly situations, yet can not figure out how to hunt and easily tires while fighting. This she-cat is one every cat wants to know, yet she is dead loyal to her clan, Waterclan.	picture
Medicine Cat Apprentice Silkpaw Rped by em1234 If you had the chance to relive your life, would you? Would you change it, and make it perfect? As the reincarnation of former BrookClan leader Quietstar, Silkpaw has made this choice. Her previous life had been disaster upon disaster, and every day was a dread. Her past love, Swiftclaw of RippleClan - killed because he would not give away the secret of Quietstar - her litter of half-clan kits. Silkpaw has so many things she needs to fix. Her fight with Flamespirit which resulted in her death - and the fight she now bares with Beepaw - her son from her last life. She'd made him blind when he was born - on purpose too. She wanted no son, and she didn't want her son to see her. And so after having caused all this chaos, she found herself placed in the middle of it. Silkpaw's fur is the opposite of Quietstar's - she has silky white fur with enchanting blue eyes. She asks questions, is social and interested in herbs - quite the opposite of her former life. She never wanted the path of leadership and knows that now. As a medicine cat she's safe from love's drama and can happily be herself. A dark shadow is always hanging over her though - the shadow of a cat who failed miserably and is now trying again. She won't give up this time. She's determined to live a good life - without love, without happiness and without pain. Numb.	picture

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