NOBLEPAW fire ✧ Shadowbladeღ || SOCIALITE?
Innate Element: Astral Trapping || Feather: Growth, Strength
A ginger tabby tom with white underbelly, white nose bridge and bright blue eyes.
Noblefire is named in honor of SwiftClan’s medicine cat Firetooth who partnered with Autumngossamer to take down the Sun God. Noblefire spends a lot of time talking to himself or so it seems anyways. In reality he talks to quite a few spirits, good or bad, but unlike most on the spiritual side he can’t see ghosts. The unique thing he does have above those who can see ghosts is that he can hear and touch them. For a long time he was certain that his lame ability was accidentally walking into the occasional ghost and getting stuck listening to sob stories. But turns out his real power is banishing spirits back to their heavens or binding their souls into objects. Because of this Noblefire spends more of his time talking to the old souls of the world than the living. However the living certainly want to talk to him just as much as the dead. Unlike the typical boy who talks to ghosts he’s not the loner type. He excels as a warrior, is popular among the clan, and enjoys mingling with others. But despite his love for talking to others he’s an introvert at heart and does want a few days to himself that doesn’t involve being emotionally drained by other people for better or for worse.
That said, he recognizes the nuances in cats and knows the tells of extrovert from an introvert and extroverted-introvert like himself and reaches out to others without hesitation and has an affinity to befriend the lonely or happily accept anyone's company no matter how distasteful a cat may act or actually be - those who easily repulse others still need a friend or someone to talk to less they go insane, so he'll prescribe them two does of friendship once a week, and it's non-negotiable. It must be why this cat was chosen for such a life simultaneously among the living and dead. He'll still wants his own space eventually and doesn't have an unlimited patience but he takes those in stride and manages them and his relationships as well as he can to do what's best for others while still prioritizing himself first. Noblefire very much so lives in the moment - as ironic as chasing after and busting ghosts is to his lifestyle - Noblefire is very grounded and knows what makes him happy. Having to stray from norm and ditch worrying about what others thought at an early age helped enabled this goal to work on both his power and himself making him have to question - what is it he wants? What does make him happy? While other cats follow a generic, simple mold not tailored to them or obsess over the wrongs things and struggle to answer that question even later on in life, Noblefire has always kept self-aware and knows there isn't a singular answer. What works for him won't necessarily work for others; it's a peace of mind and something each cat has to figure out on their own and he tries his best to tell that to cats both living and dead. While Noblefire used to carry out his ghost-activates indiscriminately, without thought, but he's starting to see both the natural occurring mortality of some ghosts who stuck around and the tragic misfortunes, cascading hurt that all had to build up and boil over in some of the most violent, inconsolable, and restless souls. The former usually being left alone or accepting moving on, on their own, or directly asked to join him in his lifetime to learn and be spiritually guided by them; the latter being too fiercely determined to be easily banished and too dangerous to be left alone and thus are the ones that become trapped or contained. He knows someday the ghosts he sees might one day be one of those he loves and keeps that in mind when he meets a cat knowing each kit had to come from somewhere with at least two parents who probably just wanted the best for them. So he will do his best to get stronger, grow, and be courageous even in the most scariest of times or against the most terrifying enemies while keeping respect for all the other cats he comes across be it good or evil; after all no one sees themselves as the villain in the story - they all think they play the hero. Noblefire had started out in his childhood banishing spirits, then trapping some into stones, but when he got older he learned how to trap them in his claws for extra strength or even in his eye to allow their souls to bleed into his to gain more knowledge or power. It’s a dangerous game, but he likes to experiment. He is the son of Autumngossamer and Lovesmitten, littermate to Chaseclouds and Summervalley.
Picture Link of Cat: i dont have the original edited photo but i reversed searched and I could make this one have blue eyes: www.pexels.com/photo/selective-focus-photography-of-a-tabby-cat-1652341/
Optional: Name two

EIDOLONPAW / haze ✧ goldcrest|| PEACEKEEPER


There is a foggy sort of air to him, a little gloomy, confusing, intimidating. Like staring into the depths of a dark forest, where you can’t see the path ahead of you yet it still calls your name. Most don’t much beyond that. They say he comes off as creepy, all wide eyes and a hundred yard stare that sees right through you, but he is nothing if not gentle and kind. Tall for his age, there is dusty brown fur among the gray of his pelt, paired with a baby face and big clumsy paws. He hardly speaks, very much the quiet type, but when he does his voice is soft, smooth, with a slight drawl to it, and he prefers to keep it low, near a whisper.
Maybe it was the way he hardly blinked, or the way he held himself, or the way that every morning he left extra early and came back with the strong smell of lavender and something spice clinging to his fur that makes him seem unapproachable. Nobody really knows what he does, but he wouldn’t be opposed to telling anyone. They simply haven’t asked yet. For the most part, he sticks to himself, going about his day quietly, often unnoticed. Eidolonhaze only really wishes to be liked. A people-pleaser, he has trouble saying no or putting his foot down. He prefers peace over anything, believing everyone should just get along and that fighting is unnecessary. His stubbornness runs deep. 
He’s something of a rainy fall day, cold and windy, strangely peaceful. He likes scary stories and climbing trees and the smell of old wood, getting warm on colder days and watching the rain or the snow. He likes the constant change of the world, often craves it. Eidolonhaze is curious about those around him, but struggles to get to know them, and he feels as though he doesn’t quite fit in. Despite that, he offers a calming presence, and is great to hang out with when you don’t really want to say much at all. Often, he’s seen watching at a distance, and hates to get involved with things that don’t concern him, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to know what goes on. 


Picture Link of Cat: HERE!
Feathers: Compassion and Peace

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BLOODYHEARTS ✧ jadie || FORSAKEN CLASS (or would it be Maverick? Glow picks, I just assumed Forsaken probably xD)
Crimson streams of blood red tabby stripes circle this tom’s pelt from nose to tail tip, bright and vibrant as if freshly spilled from a mortal wound. An especially wide vein adorns his shoulders and mid-back, twisting and swirling, ripples in a growing pool. Bloodyhearts’s cold celadon eyes stand out against their vibrant backdrop, accented by the red body paint he still applies to their outer corners. It’s the only custom he’s managed to cling to from his former life in SunClan. Even though he was not Clan-born, Bloodyhearts always believed himself favored by the Sun God, a belief cemented in his heart when he was selected as Priest Promised. The Sun God was everything to him, his guide, his father figure, his reason for living and now, after devoting his life to his cause, he finds himself cursed and exiled from his deity’s holy lands. Bloodyhearts is now widely known as a monster and it’s perhaps his biggest insecurity as, on one hand, he truly believes everything he did was guided by the divine but, on the other, he’s starting to realize that maybe he misinterpreted… something? He still has all his confidence and bravado but it’s more empty, shallow, even, compared to what he once was. There’s no light in his eyes, no passion in his heart, he’s just existing on a single shred of hope that someday, somehow, he will regain his place at the Sun God’s side… because what else is there for him if not the approval of the divine?

Picture Link of Cat: i.imgur.com/va22PKD.png 

Feather: Pick 1 that Glow would give to him

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Lionkit (LionSpirit) ✧ Humango || SOCIALITE
Biography:Lionkit is a brown cat with stripes.He is friendly,brave,loyal and funny, but he is not the smartest cat.He is not stupid,more like dummy.This doesn't stop him being a cat that you can rely on.He is trying to help his friends as much as possible
Picture Link of Cat:https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/912813993297600552/912950339433545739/1084b07ee0b5fda3506c1a8b6a4a820e-1.jpg
Optional: Bravery and Honour

BUTTERFLYGLASS ✧ goldcrest || MAVERICK CLASS

She exists as the day, as everything that is bright and beautiful and carefree is her. She’s all colours, the soft and pale kinds, the gentle kinds. A trans she-cat; her pelt is white, soft and feathery and wispy, and patches of bright golds and dusty, dark browns near blacks can be found — particularly around her face and chin. A few particular scars are visible on her nose bridge. They mix and fade into each other, shimmers in a way that is reminiscent of the way stained glass does as it’s hit by the sun, and her eyes are bright and golden like it resides inside of them. She lived her life as Keeva, a name she was drawn to because it just sounded so beautiful on her tongue and her old one made her feel sick; a young kit travelling with her father and brother. The former wasn’t particularly kind, never felt beholden to his children but couldn’t find an early way out like their mother had, and so he raised them the only way he knew how: all toughness and young, inexperienced anger, nothing but resentful. Her brother got lost one day, she was tasked with finding him and came back empty. Frustrated, her father decided it was time to go without him, continuing on their constant travels, because there always seemed to be something he was running from. Eventually, her father found his escape when she was old enough to take care of herself, leaving her alone to wander aimlessly, recklessly. There was a moment along her solitary journey that she decided to shut it all out, stare right into the sun until it burned her eyes blind and she didn’t have to see all the terrible things, only the lasting brightness. Optimistic, forcefully so, there is something incredibly and unmistakably wild about her. How she’ll talk about anything and everything under the sun, her strange stash of herbs that don’t seem to heal as much as they numb, how she lets spiders crawl along her paws and into her fur because they just seem so cold out there alone. The messy state of her pelt, no matter how soft and clean it may be. And, similar to how a butterfly is often drawn to a corpse for its taste alone, she is drawn to the beautifully dark; the way the earth swallows the dead, eats them like they had eaten from it and uses every part to flourish and grow again. Often she can be seen making necklaces and other pieces of jewelry from the discarded bones of her meals, how she cuts off the wings of moths and butterflies because she thinks they look so nice, so pretty, and she wants to keep them forever, sometimes as decoration, sometimes in her pelt, sometimes in her jewelry. She enjoys suffering for the sake of it, greets sadness with giggles and smiles, believes if she can make it beautiful, she can make it worth it, and it’ll all make sense. She isn’t a very good cat to vent too. She has locked her feelings in her own little Pandora’s box, and she will feel them when she is ready to release life’s miseries, but for now she is happy to exist in a falsely joyful reality. Though occasionally they will come in small spurts of fury or sadness, and she lets them run free before they’re hidden away again, because sometimes it's almost intoxicating to feel things so strongly. Her fear of commitment and lack of understanding others has only made her cruel, she knows, and though her claws are rather dull, her words can sting a thousand times more.


Picture Link of Cat: here <: (if you need a different size i can provide one!!)
Feathers: endurance and freedom

EVEKIT/ haunting ✧ bunny
Since the beginning of life she knew her purpose was tied to the Keepers Mansion, it was a strong pull, like in a way her soul was tethered to the very bones of the house. Her mother, a mysterious young Keeper, had abandoned her and her siblings in DayClan in fear for their lives, but by some unexplainable nature inside of herself she held the desire to return to the mansion walls that her mother once fled. But the instinct always felt off by comparison to how she felt. She fit into DayClan, yet there was a second reality layered on top of her peace in DayClan like a fine mist. She would see shapes no one else saw and when venturing closer they appeared to be hounds, or ghost hounds more accurately. The more she interacts with the ghost hounds the more she realizes that they listen to her command and the more she begins to doubt if she truly belongs in DayClan. Evehaunting has ginger tabby fur with a white chest that runs all the way up to her throat and forms a white triangle from her chin up to her forehead. Her eyes are a hazel green.
Picture Link of Cat: Boop
Optional: Sanity, Endurance

SUNKIT/ beam ✧ bunny
Since the beginning of life he knew his purpose was tied to the Keepers Mansion, it was a strong pull, like in a way his soul was tethered to the very bones of the house. His mother, a mysterious young Keeper, had abandoned him and his siblings in DayClan in fear for their lives, but by some unexplainable nature inside of himself he held the desire to return to the mansion walls that his mother once fled. He often sneaks out of DayClan to guard the mansion, becoming aggressive when any clan mate nears. Away from the mansion he can feel the pull grow weaker, but so long as he’s on DayClan’s land he feels the call for the mansion. It almost makes him feel like a wolf in sheep's clothing, like he’s pretending to be something he’s not by staying a member of DayClan. Sunbeam is a dilute golden tabby with a white chin and chest and narrowed, kiss me, chestnut brown eyes.
Picture Link of Cat: Boop
Optional: Protection, Loyalty