Sparky (Hyenatrick) roleplayed by uniqcrim
Zodiac: Heart (august) - putting this here for when he is no longer Initiate or I will forget
He’s a gray-furred lykoi cat with big yellow eyes and a purr that sounds like a wolf’s growl. Sparky is very chipper, loud, always getting into things he shouldn’t be, a true trouble-maker although a bit of a coward whenever challenged directly. He is a scum-of-the-earth type of cat who hits on every she-cat that gets close enough to him and expects to get smacked for it. Yarepawn found him in a dumpster and told him that if she followed him to SunClan he would always have a fresh meal so long as his faith was sound.

Rank: Initiate
Talent(s): #fighting-speed

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Dragonpaw (bone) roleplayed by uniqcrim
Zodiac: Memories, october
A small, white-furred she-cat with sharp yellow eyes that stare right into your soul. She walks with a limp because one of her front paws was twisted into an unnatural angle in an accident when she was younger and originally joined Yarepawn’s group because she had been told SunClan had healers that could help her. She’s constantly in pain and looks it, but also has adapted pretty well to life on three good longs and one bad one, still managing to catch prey and hold her own in a fight despite it all. She’s surprisingly selfless and doesn’t eat unless she’s seen everyone else eat first.

Rank: apprentice
Talents: #fighting-strategy

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Everlastingkit (angel) roleplayed by uniqcrim
Zodiac: eye, july
A beautiful, brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. She’s very family-oriented, patient, and kind. She has a hyper-active imagination and can be paranoid at times. Everlastingangel is the only one of her siblings that remembers what happened to their real parents—how they were murdered. She kept to herself for a long time, not entirely believing it herself, but then as she opened up about the truth, she was met with even more doubt. Was what she saw real or fabricated? The dark memory constantly haunts her and she feels like she carries bad luck in her bones. Everyone around her seems to suffer while she gets out without a scratch. Because of her misplaced feelings, she tends to avoid getting too close to others even when she wants nothing more to. Like her sisters, she’s a capable warrior, relying on speed and wit.

Rank: kit

Dark / Midnightcurrent roleplayed by Shadowbladeღ
Zodiac: idk what this means i cant for the life of me find any info on the page
A tall, dark gray mackerel tabby tom with pale yellow eyes and unusually long tail. He is the tall, dark and handsome type - definitely a heartthrob - but the demeanor and eyes that read 'back off.' Midnightcurrent speak with a slight Belarusian accent due to descending from a foreign kittypet and was tri-lingual in his kithood in both English, Belarusian and Russian but due to the change in geography has lost the need to speak Russian and still speaks Belarusian although in increasingly rare visits with his spread out family. His mother moved with her twolegs getting quite the culture shock when she couldn't understand any of the other cats except through basic body language. By a year's time she broke through the langue barrier with the help of other kittypets and the moment her twolegs found a veterinarian she knew it was a matter of time and jumped at the chance to have kits. Although none too pleased with clever she-cat цёмны or Dark was born with his littermates where eventually their mother shooed them out to be free but his other two siblings returned and were subsequently caught and ended up in twolegs homes. While they all still sparsely visit one another, Dark learned he needed to get away and survive on his own at an early age. For better or worse he's had a vibrant, but wild ride as his youth was rather unstable upbringing after leaving and a fear of everything secretly ate away inside him - but he was young and invincible and could ignore it all with the other wild childs of the streets. A certain ally cat caught his eye and they befriended each other, it was all so great and exciting so long as there were others but then the ally cat had an episode. [i]'Hey, you listening?'[/i] he remember the words right before it all; the blank stare was looking far past him as her body slowly slumped into him and began seizing. [i]'Somebody help me!'[/i] he recalled those faithful words that snapped the rest of them out of the daze some just leaving while two tried to help lay her down, but her head- he laid his side under her until the fits stopped, possibly lasting minutes or a lifetime. One she-cat stroked a paw over head mumbling soothing words and eventually they got her to talk. She knew it might happen in front of them one day, she just hoped it wouldn't. Their other friends gone, not that much rag-tag groups lasted long anyways, and shrank to a trio, then eventually just the two of them. His personality harden that day. What jerks, but he wasn't going to leave her. He stayed forever or so he wanted but forever is a long time, and she only got worst. What was he going to do the day she didn't 'wake up' or remember anything right anymore? He stayed near the nice veterinarian place his family had been to and when they started to become too frequent - he gave her up. He didn't know if he would ever see her again but he knew he never could. The twolegs were nice, no matter what happened, she would find a better place without him. It was both a hollow and relieving experience to find himself so alone and to be released from built up anxiety and fear - it wasn't up to him anymore and he didn't need to know, nay he didn't [i]want to know[/i] the outcome. He spent his remaining youngster days revisiting, reliving, reflecting. Guess he was too old for silly kit behavior and wild rag-tag groups. Guess he lost a little of his spark. Guess he didn't feel the need to be around others so much anymore. Guess he had to grow up some day.
[i]"Ya (I) ne umeyu (can't) tancevat (dance)"[/i]
Maybe it was selfish of him, maybe he abandoned her too in the end, but he swore he his family described a cat looking just like her and that was enough. Although it distracted him for days on end until he felt the sudden force bare down on him; searing pain and hot breath as a fox bit him and he struggled for dear life to just get free. She saved his life that day from being killed by a fox, he knew he owed his life to the beautifully dangerous Yarepawn before him and pledged an undying loyalty to her ever since. Maybe it started as a debt to be repaid but two seasons have passed and he's still here, still not listening to any cat other than Yarepawn. These were more than just misfits without cause to him, there was structure and order but most of all there was a family and love among them. Be it Sugar/Paradisepromise's care, Dragonbone's selflessness, Viridianisle's camaraderie  or even just Guppysplash's hugs. There's a family here, one that protects and never abandons and just when he thought he swore off of groups, he's already to give his life for each and every one of them. Most cats give him a wide berth due to his stormcloud personality and sharp claws. Always looming overhead, ready to bring a storm of negativity upon you at any time, it's clear why he's not everyone's cup of tea, more like lemonade for that matter. With a tinge gloomy depth, but quick to snap given a sudden bite you knew might be there but wasn't sure. You can better sense the underlying problems in it's dry, bitter aftertaste and if it wasn't so appealing on the surface and having a strong resonance with a fellow numbing soul, it'd make you wonder why anyone would be dumb enough to drink it's harsh burning sensation. In truth, though, he’s a very misunderstood tom who deeply wants more friends and a family but is terrible at communication and has a tendency to say exactly what’s on his mind without any filter.

Rank: Initiate
Talent(s): whatever is the least you got i'll take it #diversity except kit sitting he'd be terrible at that
Mate log: see zodiac issue

Sunflower roleplayed by ash
Sunflower was born a street cat. She had a loving mother, and one sister. Her sister’s name was Silver, and her own was originally Pounce. She had never met her father, but her mother (Cobweb) has always talked fondly of him. When she would ask what happened to him, Cobweb would tell her that she simply didn’t know. She spent a good portion of her younger life being taught how to survive in the streets of the two leg place. When she was around 8 moons old, her sister disappeared, like her father. Cats disappearing was not uncommon, and rumors were, it was two legs taking them. It put Cobweb and Pounce on edge because one of their main sources of food was what a twoleg monster brought, trays of a nice smelling warm meat. (One cat had told them it was beef, whatever that was, she didn’t know. ) Many cats gathered here often for their meals, 20 or more. Then one day, Pounce and a few others are taken by the two legs during feeding time. She was stuffed in some shiny thing that kept her trapped. They took her to another place with more shiny cages. (A shelter.) During this time they poked and prodded her with many things, and even took something away from her that she wasn’t even sure was possible. They took away her ability to bare kits, and even left her with a long scar on her stomach. She thinks that’s how they did it when they stuck a needle in her arm and she fell asleep. She never would have known, had another not told her. She spent a good bit of time in the place, but mostly only got to see the cage she was in. She’d warmed back up eventually to a few of the two legs, but most of them she didn’t like too well. One day an older twoleg came, and they took her to a small enclosed place. (Room) The female played with her and gave her tasty treats. Next thing she knew, she was in a cage again, except... this time she was welcomed into a twoleg nest, and had a pearl pink collar on with a shiny sunflower and bell on it. (The tag reads “Sunflower”.) She caught on fast, and eventually realized that what the twoleg said so often around her, was her new name. Sunflower. In the home there was another cat, an elderly one. The cat had lived with the woman for over a decade. With time she learned a lot. Before she was there, seasons ago, there was another two leg there with the woman. They seemed to share affection, from what the elderly cat said. Perhaps mates. Then one day... he didn’t make it. Something happened and he was just gone. (Died.) The twoleg began to expand her garden and house plants, even adding a large twoleg nest that was much different. It had so many plants inside. (Greenhouse). The elderly cat began to learn about them from loners, street cats, and other kitty pets that would pass through. When Sunflower became apart of the home, she grew extremely close to the elderly cat. The cat acted as a sort of mentor, who taught all the things they knew about the plants. Then one day, the woman collapsed on the ground and didn’t get up. The two were hurting from this, as the woman had always been kind to them and seemed to care for them. But, The cats knew what death smelled like. Others came and took their twoleg away. The two cats hid, afraid to come out as the others also began to take the plants and other things from the house. They didn’t know what to do, but Sunflower knew she didn’t want to risk ending up in the shelter again. So she remembered a rumor a cat passing through had spoke of. A place called SunClan. So the elder and the young cat set off to find them. They succeed and join together, hoping to find a better life and a sense of companionship with the clan.
Zodiac: N/a


Rank: Initiate
Talent(s):N/a
Mate log: done

Blackberrypaw (pie) roleplayed by Dot
Zodiac: Err when did Littlestar take Sunclan back over??
Sweet and tart like blackberry pie. His fur is the color of night blushed with subtle crimson along his belly, tail, ears, and chest. His bright blue eyes stand out against his fur. He is the king of awkward side hugs and corny jokes. He likes to snack on a lot of food and will offer to finish anyone's leftovers. He is very food motivated and likes to experiment with different herbs and prey to make what he calls delicious meals but rather they are culinary disasters.
Rank: Apprentice
Talent(s): #Forest-Hunter
Mate log: Will fill out when I figure out which zodiac xD 

Guppypaw (splash) roleplayed by Cleaver
Zodiac: Water
A white-and-ginger tom with big, vibrant patches of classic tabby stripes that are patterned in a way that they almost look like scales. He’s got massive turquoise eyes and one ear that is permanently folded as a strange angle due to a birth defect, but it doesn’t affect him or his hearing, it just makes him look goofy. Guppysplash is a former kittypet who loves literally everyone he meets. In fact, he has a tendency to just throw himself at absolute strangers for hugs, which is how he met and joined Yarepawn’s group to begin with. He has no sense of personal space and is very easy to manipulate because he thinks everyone is trustworthy and his best friend.

Rank: apprentice
Talent(s): none yet he's a BABY
Mate log: done

Pecanpaw roleplayed by Cleaver
Zodiac: Rabbit
A chocolate-colored pelt, white tail, white blaze, and golden eyes: Pecanpaw's foster momma always said he'd be a heartbreaker. Without any blood connections to the clan, she always told him he'd be one of their most eligible bachelors, but e isn't sure that's who he wants to be. Hhis future is one grand mystery that Pecanpaw intends to avoid as long as possible. He was born shortly after Littlestar's return, his initiate mother dying during childbirth, and he's always been far more comfortable with their wicked land than most. Spooky occurrences have been around his entire life, cats murdered in brutal ways and traps appearing out of nowhere, and for Pecanpaw, they're just fun little avenues of adventure that have always existed around him. He's very close with his brothers, Pumpkinpaw and Blackberrypie.

Rank: apprentice
Talent(s): none
Mate log: done

Dawnguard roleplayed by simplylight [written by somebody]
Zodiac: Wolverine
An auburn tom with sunrise orange-gold eyes, whose fur fades to black at his paws. Son of Foxstar and Dragonguard, the tom spent the first portion of his life in WaterClan, surrounded by the marshes and the rivers, and spending time with his father’s extensive family, which comprised of a leader in his grandmother, Phoenixriver, and many leader’s in his grandfather Lightningswift’s line in SummerClan. After sickness befell his birth clan, and his grandfather died, however, he chose to move on with his siblings, at Slaughterfish’s urging, to SunClan, though the vast majority of his family moved to SummerClan. There, they went through initiation and accepted the Sun God as their own, along with new customs and a family just as extensive, but so entirely different. For his part, Dawnguard tends to be noble, though he holds a lot of resentment for those outside of his family and new clan, those that left WaterClan to die alone, leaving him cynical, and with a tendency to pick fights with others. Nonetheless, he is truly loyal to his new home, and enjoys getting to know the side of his family that he’d hardly seen more than at a gathering. Sibling to Slaughterfish, Saltpile, Steepfall, Forsworn, and Dragonborn.
Rank: Warrior
Talent: #fighting-strength
Mate log: done

Deerkit (graveyard) roleplayed by simplylight
Zodiac: uhhh I think memories, october? I couldn't find the info to check ;_;
Deergraveyard had the misfortune of watching her mothers failed initiate execution, she never should have been there, but she was young, fearless, invincible even. Death felt unusual, seeing her mom enter the ground felt like the earth itself was a monster swallowing her up. The feeling left her in a state of agony, that is until she learned more about the spiritual aspects of dead, like creating headstones, polishing them up, the little ways you could assume a loved one still watches over you. Deergraveyard often says, “Mother, will you please stop making it so windy.” Or “Mother, I know you want me to feel bad, but please stop this pit of guilt in my stomach.” As though her mother is always there impacting every moment of her life. It isn’t just her mother though, as more people in her life die, close or distant she begins to imagine ways that they still live on around her. Trying to reconcile that they’re not with her every step of the way can send her into a breakdown. Deergraveyard is a white she-cat with patches of orange dappled across her fur and honey brown eyes.
Rank: kit

Ohhh we should definitely rp them together! 

Phoenixpaw (rise) roleplayed by Jetclaw
Zodiac: Fire (I think?)
A light colored flame point she cat with amber eyes. She has soft fluffy fur, and is unsure of where she wants to go in life. Is a bit overwhelmed by the fact her parents are as important as they are. And with the dynamics of such a large and renowned family. She feels a bit lost in the crowd.
Rank: Apprentice
Talent(s): Artist-Murals

Littlepaw (memories) roleplayed by Cleaver
Zodiac: Rabbit
Littlememories' coat is like snow clouds, white, silver and black, floating across the pale gray sky, longing to touch the land. Lingering overhead both stunningly beautiful and dangerous, not to be underestimated. She was born the smallest of her litter and never did grow to become much larger. Though she was raised by Firetooth, her parents are Bloodycrow and Jetfire. She grew up knowing everything her mother sacrificed would be for nothing if she followed in her steps. She fought to give her children a better life, and Littlememories is determined to live every day proving she was worth it. She may never be a leader like her grandmother, but she has something her family never has: she's free, and no one will ever own her. SwiftClan suits her needs, the clan drifts from land to land without a care, and she can spend her time as she wishes. She wants freedom, but she has ambition in her heart as well --- so during her apprenticeship she left to become a SunClan initiate, to fight for another clan and learn from her grandmother. She was named for Littlestar, and if she has to swallow her pride for a little bit to learn from her, she'll do it. A few moons of service is worth the freedom that will come after. Littlememories wants power, she wants freedom, and she's certain she can have it all.




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