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WINTERCLAN
"the cold, religious, and fierce."
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JOINING: open
ACTIVITY CHECK: yes
TRYOUTS: yes
PLOT: coming soon
CEREMONIES: no
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WELCOME TO WINTERCLAN
Hidden away in a winter wonderland, deep within the tunnels in the mountain, rests a group of cats who are happy to be secluded in their own little world. The cats who call this mountain oasis home are the wayward souls of WinterClan. And they are not to be trifled with. WinterClan cats are built on tradition, engrossed in their religion, and honed in the matters of honor. They embrace the blizzards, rejoice the colors of the northern lights, and worship under the stars. Believing that blood runs thick than ice, these cats are loyal to their own and their own only. Step between or upon the bonds of a WinterClan cat and be prepared for the avalanche that shall follow. The sophisticated, headstrong cats of WinterClan live not by the warrior code, but by the Code of the Northern Lights based upon their belief in their beloved god, the Northern God of Light, Lord Borealis. WinterClan cats are a different breed of cat and to believe yourself worthy of joining their ranks is a brave thought. Do not think for a moment that you will be welcome in this clan. WinterClan shall take you prisoner before accepting you as one of their own. So are you willing to resisk it all to live in this icy tundra?
ALLIES: None
ENEMIES: None
WEATHER:Too hot
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WINTERCLAN HAPPENINGS
06.07.22 | It's getting warm and the thick coats of the Winterclan cats are starting to shed. Watch out for allergies!


PLOT TITLE/NAME
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WINTERCLAN'S RELIGIOUS VIEWS
Lord Borealis is the god of our hopes, lives, and light of our world. He's seen each night in the Northern Lights that surround the moutain, expressed in their beautiful colors and captured in the crystals of our home. We wear crystals as a way to honor him and becuase he has blessed them as well. (See more about crystals on another tab.) Lord Borealis is our god of light and life, for without light what is life? You can't live in the dark forever and for that we look to our dear god for guidance. He sends omens and prophecies Witch or Warlock. It is through them that much is deciphered but many religious actions are performed by the Knight of the Stars in the Lord's honor. To the Sovereign, he sends message of guidance and wisdom as he sees fit. In death we join him in the northern lights, becoming one with him in the end and acting as his messengers when called upon. But what more is there to our god? Much is still a mystery, and he has revealed very little to us so far, but there is a feeling that he will show us something soon.

Code Of The Northern Lights
1.) Honor thy parents, Ancients, and Keepers of Faith (the Blessed)
2.) Feed the young and nursing before oneself, for they are the life of the clan and are the key to the next generation.
3.) Your home is sacred. Protect it and fight for it with all you have. Even if this means your life must be lost, for the whole is greater than the one.
4.) Kill only what is needed to feed the clan. Send thanks to the Northern God for your success and skills.
5.) Keep to our borders, the Mountain and God of Light prove for us here. there is no reason to leave the protection of His grace and the strength of the Mountain.
6.) Take prisoner those who trespass, betray, dishonor, and steal from the clan. Only with the blessing of the God of Light through the Sovereign may they be taken as full members of the clan.
7.) Lost kits who seek a home, may find life within the clan’s borders. No abandoned, lost, or sickly kit may be left for dead. All shall be welcomed into the warmth of WinterClan, blessed be by the Northern God.
8.) Do not forget those who have passed before you. They once provided for the clan and deserve respect. Respect and honor them as you do the God of Light.
9.) Do not murder outside of defense. The Northern God has blessed us with life and we must cherish it wisely, even if the cat is from another clan. Murder only in defense, not freely or without thought.
10.) To leave the clan is to forsake your faith, family, and future. Choose wisely where you shall stand in the eyes of the God of Light and your ancestors.


THE RANKING SYSTEMS
THE SOVEREIGN | Eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl vel pretium lectus. Tincidunt vitae semper quis lectus nulla at volutpat diam. Viverra maecenas accumsan lacus vel. Massa id neque aliquam vestibulum morbi blandit cursus risus. Phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim.

THE HEIR | Id cursus metus aliquam eleifend mi in nulla. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan. Nullam non nisi est sit. Vitae tempus quam pellentesque nec. In aliquam sem fringilla ut morbi tincidunt. Ut aliquam purus sit amet luctus. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl.

THE WARLOCK | Nisl nunc mi ipsum faucibus vitae aliquet nec. Mattis ullamcorper velit sed ullamcorper morbi tincidunt. Venenatis lectus magna fringilla urna porttitor. Auctor elit sed vulputate mi. Tortor consequat id porta nibh venenatis cras. Libero id faucibus nisl tincidunt eget.

THE PUPIL | Integer malesuada nunc vel risus. In nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam. Penatibus et magnis dis parturient. Non pulvinar neque laoreet suspendisse interdum consectetur libero id faucibus. Egestas sed tempus urna et pharetra pharetra massa massa ultricies.

THE KNIGHTS | Phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus. Massa enim nec dui nunc mattis. Feugiat in ante metus dictum at tempor commodo ullamcorper. Pellentesque diam volutpat commodo sed egestas egestas fringilla. Morbi tristique senectus et netus et. Risus feugiat in ante metus. Aliquam purus sit amet luctus venenatis lectus magna.

WARRIORS | Id cursus metus aliquam eleifend mi in nulla. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan. Nullam non nisi est sit. Vitae tempus quam pellentesque nec. In aliquam sem fringilla ut morbi tincidunt. Ut aliquam purus sit amet luctus. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl.

STUDENTS | Nisl nunc mi ipsum faucibus vitae aliquet nec. Mattis ullamcorper velit sed ullamcorper morbi tincidunt. Venenatis lectus magna fringilla urna porttitor. Auctor elit sed vulputate mi. Tortor consequat id porta nibh venenatis cras. Libero id faucibus nisl tincidunt eget.

QUEENS | Eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl vel pretium lectus. Tincidunt vitae semper quis lectus nulla at volutpat diam. Viverra maecenas accumsan lacus vel. Massa id neque aliquam vestibulum morbi blandit cursus risus. Phasellus vestibulum lorem sed risus ultricies tristique nulla aliquet enim.

YOUNG | Integer malesuada nunc vel risus. In nulla posuere sollicitudin aliquam. Penatibus et magnis dis parturient. Non pulvinar neque laoreet suspendisse interdum consectetur libero id faucibus. Egestas sed tempus urna et pharetra pharetra massa massa ultricies.

ANCIENTS | Id cursus metus aliquam eleifend mi in nulla. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan. Nullam non nisi est sit. Vitae tempus quam pellentesque nec. In aliquam sem fringilla ut morbi tincidunt. Ut aliquam purus sit amet luctus. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl.

PRISONERS | Id cursus metus aliquam eleifend mi in nulla. Commodo elit at imperdiet dui accumsan. Nullam non nisi est sit. Vitae tempus quam pellentesque nec. In aliquam sem fringilla ut morbi tincidunt. Ut aliquam purus sit amet luctus. Cras fermentum odio eu feugiat pretium nibh ipsum consequat nisl.
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TUSKSTAR
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MATE: None.
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APPRENTICE: None.
[ roleplayed by simplylight ] "People think we're evil? Do I look evil to you?" Stalwart to the point of fault at times and gruff in nature, there is a thin wall between those pale eyes and whatever they desire. She's beastly and holds a presence of independence and pride well. Imagine a sunny field of daisies so delicate and beautiful they could make any cold heart sing, and in the middle there is a boldly off-putting pile of nettle just waiting to catch your paw? That's your picture of Tuskblood. Her name is Tuskblood for several reasons. First, her strikingly monstrous appearance. While she has a way of carrying her self that gives her a raw, rugged kind of beauty, there is no escaping that underbite. Two ivory, pointed teeth stick out from her lower jaw, and her muzzle is a bit flattened to make way for them. Her build is that of a smaller lion. Thick bands of muscles run down a big-boned frame, giving no doubt of her power. Long, dense ebony fur covers those muscles, adding to her size. On her strong-jawed face are two pale green eyes that almost appear to be judging at all times. No doubt, she is fearsome-looking. Many believe that she harbors a number of secrets about past battles and murders. She does not reveal whether those rumors are true or not... However, despite her rough nature, Tuskblood has a chaotic good soul. She is fierce in battle, yet compassionate to the point of sacrificing herself for her clanmates. She is not scared to voice her opinion and make known her desires, and she is fairly stubborn, but she is always considering what is best for the clan. Her desire is to create a prosperous, thriving army of cats who do not fear anything except for the bond of their hearts to be broken. Is she awfully prideful? Not necessarily. More like, she knows that her personality and appearance is abrasive enough to usually get her way. That being said, she does value alliances with the right people. They have to fit the mold she desires. Now, on to her past. Tuskblood found Summerclan when she was about the age of an apprentice. Some members traveled through her stronghold's territory while on a quest. At that time, there had been a ruinous battle between her little tribe and the neighboring tribe. What those Summerclan members stumbled on was a scene of grief. And there, in the rubble, was this young cat. She was now orphaned and horror-stricken. The group adopted her as their own and gave her a new purpose. She managed to meld together the religion and code of the strongholds to that of the warrior code. While she still has a connection to her ancestors and their beliefs, Tuskblood has always embraced other religions and clan life in general. Honestly, they are not that different. Her life was fine until she met Chimerahunt. She served her clan as a deputy for a long time, but when her heart told her to help Waterclan, she moved and left everyone behind. For the first time in her life, she might have loved someone but that was unrequited and short-lived. Tuskblood has never been one for deep, emotional feelings anyways. When it became obvious, painfully in fact, that she was no longer needed, she left Swiftclan, where her friends lived and she had been staying after the crash of Waterclan, to find her family once more. A bitter root had taken hold of her heart at that point, which both surprised her and made her shut off from the world and her former companions. She found some remnants of her family in the mountains near Winterclan, so after much thought she decided to join their ranks. Being a cat of strong will, she fit in to the climate well and grew to trust in her new family. These new beginnings brought her to where she is now, the heir to a clan full of new companions. Only time will tell what bonds and stories she builds here.
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SOVEREIGN
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HEIR
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BLIZZARDYREFUGE
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MATE: None.
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APPRENTICE: None.
[ roleplayed by lavellan ] In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. However, fate is a fickle and cruel thing. It was during one of his patrols in the mountain that a blizzard came, sweeping with it Blizzardyrefuge and his sense of direction. It was a close call, but he had survived, but found that he was no longer in the mountains of WinterClan. For moons, he wandered, trying to find his way back home, blissfully ignorant of all of the changes that his sister, Wintrystar, had made to his home clan. Until one day, fate wanted another gamble at his life, ending in a severe injury to Blizzardyrefuge's legs. Unable to go anywhere else, he had dragged himself to the border of FallClan, where he had to stay to recover. Being in the mountains once more is a nostalgic feeling, one that is often followed by homesickness. Would FallClan be his home forever, or would he one day go back to WinterClan? The more time passed, the more unsure he was of the answer. His legs would never be the same again, but he found himself wanting more and more with each passing day to return to his birthplace. So, when his legs had healed just enough for him to no longer be bedbound, he left the place that had offered him safety. The mountains are no place for someone who can hardly walk, however, and the journey had taken him much longer than he had intended it to. He had made many stops along the way, learning about different herbs from passersby's to help ease his pain. With enough time, one of his legs had nearly fully healed, leaving him with just a single bad leg. When he had finally found WinterClan again, it wasn’t like anything that he had remembered. But it was home, right?
Mate: None
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WARLOCK
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PUPIL
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CATPAW
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MENTOR: Catname.
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KNIGHTS
HIDDENCHALICE | rped by 𝖃𝖊𝖓
KNIGHT OF THE WISE
A cold and dark mutation. Keeper of secrets, blessed by the Northern One with sight of every horizon, through the pale. Hiddenchalice is an earned moniker as much as it is a warning; the blood of many has whispered to the bleach-blinded eye of WinterClan's Knight of the Wise on her way through the slow-moving ice of her fate, and no cat has felt the pull of the frozen stars as the half-blind warrior followed by a ghost. An astrologer and strategist, Hiddenchalice is a sharp-minded, quiet-tongued diplomat, with an uncanny intuition. Arranged marriages to strategic decisions, her sense for the underworld of meaning in day-to-day conversation is unmatched. She appears mostly white, long-furred, cracks of earthen brown and molten orange upon her legs, peeking through her snowy overcoat. Spots that she smothers with her gait, slinking and low to the mountains, like she is listening for their advice. Perfectly balanced, like a whet blade. Tall, dark-tufted ears betray her heritage; a mountain and a forest cat in one, stock-limbed and long-clawed, and there, her blind eye, somehow swimming with lucidity, focused on nothing here but something beyond the horizon. Perhaps her formless, borealis God. But as much as she whispers debt to the Northern Lord with every paw step, he is not what led her to her beloved Clan. In fact, it was her mother. An expat from a rank of spies long deceased and long mythologized for their silent fierceness, Hiddenchalice once believed she herself belonged to the clutches of outsiders, until her father, brave and heralded WinterClan warrior stock, discovered her mother's origins on the precipice of a snowy cliff. A hooked diamond of sacred make, jutting from an ice floe among the Jagged Falls. It rests in her den, covered by moss and lichen, and Hiddenchalice oft consults it for advice. She says it asks to be called the Godthief, and communes with it in secret; the messages she hears are in her own voice. When her father had taken Hiddenchalice there, to the falls, she felt home for the first time. She can often be found there, mumbling strategies and prayers, letting her soft-spoken nature fall to the bottom of the broken rocks and shatter as her mind sorts itself. A busy-minded she-cat she always was, but her silence never slowed her speed. As blunt as she is soft, she socializes minimally, but earnestly, and finds comfort in simply being able to observe the prosperity of her clan-mates. Her quick mind and patient tongue make her an excellent hunter; at least once a year, she has the pride of bringing a small hawk to the den of the clan, and her eyes shine with pride. Her bed is adorned with grey spotted feathers, clutched in amputated talons. In battle she is conservative, and as an apprentice, she was squalled for this. Her eye itself was not the result of a cautious step in battle; given from birth, her penchant for silence and secretiveness earned her her name, as despite her half-sight, she managed to find crags and crannies none of the other kits could fathom, and her parents were frightened for her loss many times. Her warrior name was awarded by her steadfast mentor, Stonechalice, who tended the falls and, each spring, assembled a small posse of strong cats to break up the ice floes blocking the fresh water to encourage the presence of fish and drinking rabbits. A victim of the falls themselves, Stonechalice perished on the cliffs one day, late in Hiddenpaw's training. Hiddenpaw gingerly slunk to the bottom of the falls, distraught, and tried for a full sun cycle to pull her mentor back to camp, but in her grief she could not find the strength, and was discovered by a dusk patrol, soaked in her mentor's blood. To this day, some think Hiddenchalice a murderer. To this day, she does not entertain her doubters. Hiddenchalice and her Godthief demand absolute loyalty to the Lord of the North, and despite her age, her naming of Knight was quick after her warrior naming and devoid of question, as she was appointed so due to discovering her mother's plot to assassinate Chaostheory, the Clan's Warlock. Her honour demanded she exile her kin to protect her Clan, and this deed earned her a place of trust among the high ranks, despite the bloody smear of Stonechalice upon her past. Some revel in the touching sentiment of Hiddenchalice continuing her beloved mentor's lineage, others cry foul and suspect it is a case of stolen identity, but either way, she is perfectly balanced on thin ice, and remains the most astute strategist in WinterClan. Her mind like a diamond, her tail a great grey plume of whispering spirits following behind, she is an unsuspecting candidate for the heart of the winter, and yet, winter stalks her heart all the same.

Tbd | rped by tbd
KNIGHT OF THE STARS
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Tbd | rped by tbd
KNIGHT OF THE GUARDS
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WARRIORS
ASHENSNOW | rped by Whitemuzzle Ashensnow is a long-haired white she cat with a sprinkling of gray fur from the back of her neck all the way down her tail. She has stunning green eyes that sparkle like fresh fallen snow in the moonlight. She and her brother Frostbite are all who’s left of their family, their parents having died in the battle with Primal Instinct. Even though she’s been through a lot, Ashensnow has a bright personality and wants to be of help anywhere she can. She loves WinterClan and wouldn’t ever think about living anywhere else. Sometimes she contemplative but mostly she enjoys being around other cats. Being pleasing to others is something she strives to do. She excels in hunting and loves to track down rabbits. Her fighting skills are average but still very formable, enemies can vouge for that.
Mate: Brokensight

BLUSHINGDAWN | rped by lavellan The cat standing in the blush of dawn. Blushingdawn’s presence is one that’s hard to ignore, to be sure. From her flaming red fur, to the sure and unwavering way she holds herself, to her confident yet caring speech; this cat is one that stands out in a crowd. Perhaps, one might think that she was pampered at first glance, as sometimes her ignorance about the world shines through, but then there’s her eyes. While there’s nothing special about the light green color, it’s impossible to miss the fiery determination in her gaze. In some circumstances, they have been described as that of a wild beast with their fierceness. It’s these eyes that are able to sway others into believing in her. Yet, as wild as her appearance is, she has a very sweet demeanor and an absolute willingness to learn. Oftentimes, Blushingdawn will go out of her way to help others, and no matter what happens she maintains a positive outlook. While she very rarely mentions her past, her own actions are enough to assume that something traumatic must have happened to her. Why else would her eyes be so determined? For what reason could she have nightmares rather commonly? What could possibly have happened to cause Blushingdawn to not fear anything other than death? These are all secrets that she never plans on telling anyone. Long ago, perhaps she had been driven by a desire for revenge on her past, but she has since moved past that. Now, all she wishes for is to protect those around her and live in peace. What exactly that peace entails is a question that she is still seeking the answer for, but there’s no doubt that eventually, one day, she will find it. After all, her determination has led her this far, so there’s no way that she could stop now.
Mate: None

FROSTBITE | rped by Whitemuzzle Frostbite is a long-haired light gray tom with a sprinkling of white fur down his back and tail. He has four white feet and a white tail tip. His eyes are a dusty blue color that reminds you of the eastern sky just before sunrise. A jagged scar runs down from his left shoulder and along his left side, a reminder of the battle with Primal Instinct. But there are more cats walking around with scars left by his claws. He is a serious and intense cat, one who you wouldn’t want to cross. He will speak his mind and not care what others might think. Frostbite is proud to be called a WinterClan cat and has no time for others who aren’t in his clan. He is a fierce fighter and will fight to protect any of his clanmates. His parents are now gone and his only family is his sister, Ashensnow.
Mate: None

GARDENBEE | rped by Enderwoxxu Gardenbee is a grey pale tabby with white and blue eyes, she's not very talk-active but doesn't want to be in trouble to either her sister; Medowbloom who tries to keep out of promblems, she's disorgsnized usually losing everything and forgetting about it but she's so afraid of messing up that end up a bit lying and when she forget where she put her prey she only says she didn't catch anything and she has anxiety so usually she's more tired and more easy for her to lose things and to fail in the hunting.
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LAKESHORE | rped by simplylight - He may be the eldest of the siblings, but he lacks the maturity of being the oldest. - Definitely holds onto petty grudges. - He is the last cat to openly volunteer for patrols or any rescue missions after a snow storm. - Is the most distant from his siblings - Gets offended when one of his siblings proves him wrong or tells him something he doesn't want to hear.
Mate: None

LEGENDLYNX | rped by Phoenix ✧ Legendlynx is a large long-haired silver-white and black tabby striped tom-cat with Amber eyes. Legendlynx is a noble cat who is a cat of his word. When he promises something he keeps it. He is a cat who is loyal to his Clan, his home, and his family. He is a born leader who tries to lead by example, even as a kit. When something goes wrong, and no one else is able to make a choice, he will step in and take charge and lead them to whatever the outcome will be. ✧ My Mother is Nightshadethorn, a black skinny she-cat with green eyes, and my father is flamingsnow a large silver-orange tom cat with amber eyes. ✧ I have zero siblings. ✧ All my Aunts and Uncles are dead, from various issues. ✧ All my Grandparents are dead, from various issues. I was born to a line of purest, who only wanted to further their own agenda. I want to be someone who cares for everyone. I was born on December, 31st, 2021 in the middle of a snow storm, in a cliff cave. ✧ My goals and dreams? I dream of becoming the best cat I can become. Living a life of a warrior and living it honorably. I hope to someday have a family of my own, to raise kits, either by adopting them or by blood. I understand that not everyone has the chance to help another cat out, even a kit, who may need a father, who is not Clan-born. I hope to make my Clan great, to make WinterClan, a Clan that is honorable, Trustworthy, and kind. I know that it will be a long road for the Clan, but I am going to continue being me, no matter what. I believe in StarClan, as I have seen my parents in my dreams in the Stars, and chose to believe in our Warrior Ancestors, above all other religions and Ancestors. ✧ I live my life as honestly as possible. I try to do the right thing, even if it hurts those I love. I will always strive for greatness, not with claws or teeth, but through my actions and words. I want to be remembered for the good and honorable things I did for my Clan. I want to be remembered as the Noble, loyal, and helpful WinterClan tom who leads by example. A cat that every kit should strive to be like. I want to become a Legend!


LILYDAWN | rped by goldcrest A fall from grace, some would say, but Lilydawn would have to disagree. There is no grace in a child nobody wanted, who was left behind and passed around like some broken toy. She's bitter, cruel, angry at the world and angry at herself. She has no clan blood to her name--which is a wonder as to why she is in the Grace Caste to begin with, though it may be her special connections to the previous Ghoulstar. One out of four of her adopted fathers, her and her late siblings were found and adopted by the four previous Mountain clan leaders, with a system set up so that they could live in each clan for a bit. She is the only survivor, each dying off some way or another. After their death's, she decided to stay in Winterclan--though she hopes to leave the Mountain clans altogether one day, a dream she has kept to herself. Doestar of Summerclan had left his own kits behind, stirring a bitter jealously within her. They were his, she was just something accidentally stumbled upon and decided to keep. She can be jealous, resentful, taking her issues of abandonment and anger out on those around her. She isn't above cruelty, and often hides her insecurities behind metaphorical walls and barbed fences. She's a dance alone in the dark, a broken crown, a dim hallway of fancy doors, all containing anger and regret. She struggles to control her emotions, taking it out not only on those around her but also herself. Lilydawn often neglects taking care of herself, coming off as scrappy and messy. They're mean, sarcastic, quick-witted and incredibly insecure--though she hides that. But deep down, she's a sad, scared little kid who wants to see her family again. Despite this, she had trouble connecting with her half-siblings, mostly out of jealously and bitter resentment. Tends to isolate herself and doesn't have many friends.
Mate: None

MEADOWBLOOM | rped by lavellan Spite can be the best motivator to some, and the downfall of others. It’s a powerful force to be sure, and Meadowbloom has learned to harness it as her own. Forgive, but never forget. To others, it doesn’t quite seem like she has exactly forgiven the one that brought this side of her front and center: her own mother, Edelweissbloom. Perhaps she hasn’t, but it’s much too late to change anything. She definitely has not forgotten, however. How could she forget about her mother abandoning not only Winterclan - their home - but also her and her siblings, just the night after they had received their warrior names? Left with a stupid story about how they were never supposed to be her kits, how Edelweissbloom had only been a surrogate for a pair of parents that weren’t able to have kits. She had said that she had done her part, and then simply left them behind. Meadowbloom - then Meadowglade - had not taken the event very well, and had even changed her own name out of spite. She would be better than their mother, she would protect them all. Of course, this sense of loyalty to her siblings is the only ‘motherly’ thing about Meadowbloom. She’s impatient, and can be rather dismissive of others. Even now, she still openly speaks ill of her mother every chance that she gets. Perhaps the reason why the abandonment affected her as much as it did was because she’s rather emotionally sensitive, and took it very personally. Although she seems like the type of cat who doesn’t care about what others say about her behind her back, each and every word stabs into her painfully. She may be cold and spiteful, but she cares deeply. Never again will she lose anyone that she considers family, as long as she has something to say about it. Meadowbloom is a stunning silver tabby she-cat with striking light blue eyes.
Mate: None

MISTLETOEBERRY | rped by Enderwoxxu A light grey tabby she-cat with green eyes, is kind and have a strong mind.She likes to spend all of her time thinking about the past so usually she's very quite and solitary.She has been a mother so young so she usually is a mess with her kits so she let the work to the caste of tarnished. Her mate abandon her with her kits when she was pregnant making here question a lot more marriage again.
Mate: None

SINKINGSATURN | rped by achromatic Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Sinkingsaturn's father found himself buried by the weight of all the responsibilities his position entailed, crushed by the globe he held on his shoulders like Atlas once did. Inherit the earth. Blessed are those who suffer persecution, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. Sinkingsaturn's mother, the late Frozenstar, had protected the clan all her life and she had died in the dirt, never seeing the seeds she sowed grow into the fruits of her labour. Inherit the kingdom of god. Sinkingsaturn's brothers had been the rock she had found herself relying on. Jupitermoon for his humour and wit. Stainedneptune for his warmth and comfort. When her father left, her brothers had broken apart like the earth's crust, solidifying the fault lines that cracked through the roots of their family tree, leaving her to pick up the broken shards. Inherit the earth. She laughs, claiming that her father never gave her the patches on her bengal coat–no, it was born from the cracked dirt that rocked her to the core, turning the once bright, happy kitten into the sardonic creature she is today. She doesn't know where the bitterness resonates–was it when her younger brother was born? When Silverspectre stopped speaking? When her father left? Or when her mother died, her legacy buried by the avalanche of their family's trauma?–but Sinkingsaturn's the only one left behind. Perhaps it is why she's so loud, so blunt, so willing to fight anyone despite her small size, why she puts away any doubt long enough to call it courage, hiding every bit of vulnerability behind the blue-eyed mask she's had to put on all her life. Blessed be the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. If inheriting the earth meant inheriting the earthquake and the fault lines that destroyed everything she used to be, then she'll be everything but, for surely, Sinkingsaturn will stare at the gods defiantly as she sinks into hell, lest she wastes her life being meek for an earth that never deserved her.
Mate: None

SQUIDKING | rped by bauble A blizzard shook the heavens on the night he was born, and scarce could be heard over the howling winds, save for the howls of the child born within it. The elders who were witness whisper that he never shook the fury of that night — the storm seems to have bonded to his soul, and become a part of him. Squidking was born from old and proud Winterclan stock, but his cavaliering has thrown him from grace. He’s a spiral in a world of squares, a swashbuckler who’s tight with his favor, but loose with his affection. Silver words flow freely — and paired with a barbed charm, he can singe and ensare with equal abandon. He grew up with a stir craze in his soul; he’s always had a paw halfway out the door, ready to explore the world. But his pride keeps him rooted to Winterclan, where he’s determined to rise back to the Seraph class where he belongs. His fur is as ink black as night, and his eyes are reflective steel, like two shiny silver dollars.
Mate: None

WAYWARDPASS | rped by simplylight With the wind at your back and future before you, it's not hard to feel hopeful that you'll get somewhere in life. He spent the majority of his life traveling the mountains, searching for meaning. With a coat of long, grey and white streaked fur, massive snow white paws, and brilliant misty blue eyes, it appears that he was born for that role. This wayward path that earned him his name brought him and his two little companions to the land of Winterclan. From there, he found his purpose. Although he was cast to the side for having no relation to Winterclan, Waywardpass found his place among the rubble to be a teaching one. In the eyes of those who are looked down upon, life is bleak. His personal mission has been to find what motivates and gives hope to those whose lives seem to have none. Some say he has a savior complex, and he would agree. It's not unusual to see him lifting up the fallen and giving to those who are in need. The intrinsic motivation for these deeds is what keeps him awake at night. Why is he trying so hard to help? Is he really a good cat or is there a lust for power driving him to build this army of cast outs. Waywardpass often finds himself frightened of his own desires. Is his hope to find meaning truly a desire to conquer?
Mate: None

WOLFSPEAK | rped by bauble It’s said that the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. But what if the opposite is true? What does a lone wolf do when he finds himself packless? The slings of misfortune have rendered this tom chilly and distant: he’s a cat of few words, who prefers to fade into the riffraff of clan life rather than draw attention to himself. His stoic demeanor offers no clue into what he’s seen, but the memory of his losses are ghosts that dance behind his eyes. The ghosts count seven: the father who taught him honor and responsibility, the mother who taught him loyalty and compassion. Three brothers who taught him strength and determination, and two sisters who taught him faith and mercy. Like his parents, his pelt is a long grey-brown, with black hair on his back, and lighter tones on his underbelly. He likes to think he inherited his big black paws from his brothers and sad blue eyes from his sisters. When their blood painted the snow, his heart was forever locked in a cage of ice. But the blood of his heritage still thrums through his veins today, chanting one mantra: serve the pack. That pack is Winterclan now.
Mate: None

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BLUEPAW / fox | rped by ash In truth, she'd never thought both her parents would have abandoned her. Her siblings were as shocked as she was, but she also knew one thing. Life went on. She was young when she made her way to WinterClan, but her father and mother had raised her much on the border of the clan. It was a choice she felt was for the better of herself. The siamese-color point feline wanted to feel as if she had a home again. Without her father and mother, she needed a purpose. At the age of seven moons, only a mere week after her parents left, she made her way to WinterClan. Her soft features and blue eyes seemed to fit right in with the looks of the other felines, her thick coat proving perfect for the conditions. Perhaps she was simply lucky she'd been so close to WinterClan in the first place. Now she finds this is where she will build her life. apprentice
Mentor: Dappledglacier

ELMPAW / hush (VELA) | rped by goldcrest Outwardly, Vela is the calm, gentle waves of the sea, the lulling rock of a sailboat, the stars reflecting on the water, but just behind her glassy baby blues, a confusing, violent storm rages. Implemented as a young kit, raised under the cruel and powerful iron fist of her father, she learned early on to be seen and not heard, to be obedient, to be controlled. Love was cruelty, and cruelty was authority. Her self-worth was determined by how useful she could be, how many times she could jump when she was told. Beneath the gentle waves, beneath the storm, there is a world hidden from everyone, even herself— reefs of creativity, swimming thoughts and feelings and opinions, all kept locked in a special, sacred treasure chest, the key discarded, the X erased off the map. Without any guiding, demanding force in her sails, she is a motionless ship. Nothing and nobody. If there isn't anyone speaking for her she says no words at all. The need for control, for authority, has tied into her relationships and her need for love; they are intertwined, there is not one without the other. There has always been a sense of otherness about her, of isolation, solitude, confusion in the face of socialization. It was how she was raised, only knowing her siblings and her father. The outside world was as real as her dreams of it were, and she knew early on how to lock those away. There could be nothing more to her than complete and utter, silent devotion. Still, despite her struggling, despite her willpower, her gentle, optimistic nature is often present in the way she stares at the world around her with a quiet curiosity, the way she could find something good about every little thing, the way she loves love, the feeling, the idea. Truthfully, her dusty-grey, feathery pelt is only befitting to a kind soul, but there is a wariness to her elongated, sloped features, and often she can shift and shape them until they fit the perfect image of who she is supposed to be. Mentor: tba

MERRYPAW / fair | rped by simplylight She has the looks of a beggar with large, innocent baby blue eyes and a light fawn coat that never seems well groomed. It seems as though she could want for nothing with that ragged babydoll appearance. The reality is that she wants everything. Merryfair is not a cat that settles. She is constantly changing like the seasons and adapts her personality to her surroundings. It is apparent to her that she could get her way, but she'd rather work for it, earn it with her own two paws. She's the kind of cat that will work herself sick, but for what reason? Her paths do not lead to clear goals so her desires keep moving forward but she keeps moving sporadically every direction.

MORNINGPAW / orchid | rped by faeish A cold and collected she-cat. Her long thick coat consists mostly of orange, broken only by white on her muzzle and chest. Morningorchid is a quiet and proper she-cat that tends to keep others at a distance, physically and emotionally. She has a certain disdain for toms, always taking what they say with a grain of salt.

MUTTPAW / snarl | rped by ian If you refer to her and you expect her to respond (if you call her Muttsnarl, it will depend on her mood), you will call her by her birth name: Canes. Canes, the hunting dogs. In the constellation's mythology, the dogs snap at the heels of Ursa Major, the bear. The dogs chase the bear, a much larger and more dangerous opponent, around the North Celestial Pole, an endless pursuit of snarls and loud barks, even though death loomed because at any time, the bear could turn around. The dogs would be no match for the bear, yet they chase. This is an apt metaphor for the cat herself: a wild hunting dog who will snarl and snap and take no prisoner, completely devoid of the fear that cats feel to remain connected to their humanity. Fear is not an emotion she feels: in fact, there seem to only be two. The first mood is blood curdling rage, the kind of rage that makes her almost homicidal. This part of her is the part that weaponizes her claws, that forces cats to submit, that enforce her the rules of her father upon her siblings. This mood was carved into her, her rabidness prized because it left her tethered to Jaguarghost's will. After all, an attack dog needs a master to give her orders, to tell her what to guard. The other mood is only slightly better, closer to neutral, although kindness and gentleness are conceptualized as weakness in her head. Canes really stood no chance in becoming anything other than a sadistic little thing; any time she stepped out of line, she was quickly corrected. Out of all of her siblings, she was most willing to submit, most eager to accept his rule because she thought it would make her strong. Even if she hadn't been, though, even if she had been resistant to Jaguarghost's will, it would have still been unlikely that she would have been saved from this unstable, snapping state. After all, she looked like Aspenstar, from her small frame to her short white fur all the way to her mismatched eyes, a perfect replica produced completely by chance. It is unlikely her father would have treated her any differently once she opened her eyes; she would have always been groomed to be his right hand. She's accepted her role quite well, obsessed with living up to the former NightClan leader's honor. Mentor: tba

RAVENPAW / rock | rped by simplylight Calm [ kahm, kahlm ] - 2. (of the weather) pleasantly free from wind. At first glance, Ravenrock is not much. He's not the largest cat in the clan and not the kind of cat you would look at and say, "Oh yeah, he could murder someone." He's an average-sized soot-furred tom with a long, feathery coat and soft blue eyes. While most would see his weaknesses, he possesses a great strength. He is a cat that endures. Life has not always been easy, it's messy and depressing, but he is a lookout above the harsh storms, like a raven on a rock. Often mistaken as a quiet cat, he actually has an opinion on everything. He can be critical and witty all in the same moment of time, but never furious. It's as if he has a barrier around his emotions, keeping them in check but still able to have constructive conversation in the middle of an argument. His quiet voice cuts through the whirlwind of emotions flying about and anchors them back in.

SILENTPAW / step | rped by Enderwoxxu A grey colorpoint Tom with blue eyes who was born by two pure blood cats along with his sister:Cascaderiver(Strorm).Silentstep is a serious cat who sometimes can be mean, is contemplative and solitary.He likes quiet places so he goes outside the camp most of the free time he has, he cares for his sister and mother but he don't know how to show it.His name make reference of his ability of not making almost sound when he walks.

WICKEDPAW / legacy | rped by faeish The youngest of four kits, this she-cat has a very stubborn and “take what I want” personality. Wickedlegacy has soft calico tabby fur, looking a bit wispy and majestic. It consists of mostly brown and ginger colors, though darkens towards her face, with almost black looking fur stretching between her ears and to her eyes. Her chest and muzzle are a silky white, untouched by other colors. Her round, captivating blue eyes make her all the more intriguing. Wickedlegacy has a very flirtatious attitude, leading on other cats to get what she wants. In this way, she is also quite the fibber. This cat has never seen any problem with lying to benefit from the situation, and uses her charm to manipulate whoever will let her.
Mentor: tba

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CASCADEKIT / river | rped by Storm ༄ Cascaderiver was born on, Feb, 28, 2022, to her; Mother Mistletoeberry [PB: Enderwoxxu) alongside her Brother Silentstep [PB: Enderwoxxu). Her Father Left after kits where born. So she never knew her Father. That doesn't faze her at all. After all she still has her Mother and Brother. She cares deeply for them and will do anything and everything for them. Cascaderiver is a light grey long-haired she-cat with green eyes. When she is in the sunlight however, her fur shines a light blue hue, giving her the prefix Cascade. She has a couple of large white marks on her chest, muzzle, and paws. Cascaderiver despite her long fur, is a fast runner and loves to run. Due to running a lot she has very strong muscles. ༄ Like her name sake she can be either aggressive, calm, friendly or wild in a blink of an eye. She is a cat who flows with the current of time. Whatever happens she adapts to to and continues to move forward. Cascaderiver knows when she has to be nice and motherly, but also knows when she had to become aggressive and cruel. Cascaderiver may flow through time, but she is a thinker, and decides when to continue down the same stream or go down a new one. She knows when one stream is bad, it's best to find a new one, and if not to flow down the bad one, hoping and praying a new and clean one comes along. She was given the suffix; River; due to these traits. ༄ Cascaderiver has dreams and goals, like everyone else. Much like a river, it changes with every new twist and turn. She either wants to be a medicine cat or the Clan Deputy, but it seems everything keeps changing and she herself keeps changing. She is still trying to figure out what she wants in life, and who she wants to become. But the Ancestors, may have something in store for her, but she doesn't know what. Only by riding down the river to the destination set for her, will determine her life and fate. ༄ Cascaderiver is an adventurer and loves to seek out new places and other creatures. When she isn't she can bee seen running around, chasing after frogs or other insects. She is often seen at one of the lakes; fishing for salmon and other small creatures of the rivers. She loves going out in blizzards, heavy snow falls and cloudy skies. Her favorite foods to eat are salmon, songbirds and rabbits. Her favorite season is leaf-bare, as she loves the challenge of hunting in snow, blizzards and cloudy skies. She likes collecting shiny rocks and bird feathers, as she uses them to line her nest with them. ༄ Cascaderiver loves her family the way it is, but hopes that one day she may have a family of her own, with a mate that won't abandon her or their newly born kits. She dreams of a perfect family. Mate, kits, and maybe even grand-kits in the far future. She hopes and dreams of having a huge family someday.

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DRUIDKIT / grove | rped by ash A fluffy gray cat with yellow-green eyes. Dedicated, emotional, assertive. Good at finding hiding spots, and will often get twigs stuck in their fur from finding holes.


FAERIEKIT / fire | rped by lavellan A tiny cat in a big world, with dreams just as large. Faeriefire has always been a little ball of energy. Brilliant, proud, and fiery; this cat knew what she wanted from life from as early as she could remember. Really, it’s a simple dream, but one that she doesn’t know that she will ever obtain. Even if she did realize it, how would she know? Her dream is one that isn’t entirely up to her, in its vagueness. All she wants is to be important in some way: whether it be to her Clan, to the world, or even just to a single cat, she doesn’t care. Of course, that’s not to say that she goes out of her way to please others. She may oftentimes be dense, but even she knows that’s not how to get others to care about her. Faeriefire is still searching for the things that she’s good at, as it seems her eagerness causes her to be rather clumsy at times. One day, she’ll find it though. There’s no need to rush to find herself, is there? Faeriefire is a small, mostly white and extremely fluffy calico with brilliantly blue eyes.


TWILIGHTKIT / shroud | rped by kuno A solid dark gray tom with yellow-green eyes. Confident, sarcastic, lazy. Doesn’t like to be too warm, and will often lay in whatever shade is available instead of the sun. When not lounging in the shade, he can be found with his three siblings or bickering with other clan members in a fond but overly confident manner.


Motherless Kits
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ANCIENTS
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