― SENIOR WARRIORS ―

OTTERMYSTIQUE
^{rped by ian}
Her body is reminiscent of her heritage. It still shows the markings of a pure bred, even though she is a cat that was born inside the walls of WaterClan. Despite this wild birth, it is still clear who she is, that she belongs to a long line of burmese cats. How is that so? Her mother, an escaped pure bred, managed to find WaterClan as she was pregnant with her final litter. Thus, Ottermystique managed to be born a WaterClan native, despite not coming from a long line of WaterClan cats. Especially now, though, that aspect of her life is mostly forgotten. Most of her life seems forgotten, although memories of old still linger in the back of her head. Memories of death, destruction, of losing everything. She tries not to let those thoughts drown her, though. Don't forget the happy thoughts, the brown feline reminds herself constantly. You can't forget the happy thoughts. Generally, this leads the feline to have a very positive energy about her on most days. This makes the incredibly bright cat lovable, despite her sassy nature. She isn't afraid to say things as they are and she is quick with sarcasm, but everything she says is in good fun.

― WARRIORS ―

YUCCABLOSSOM
^{rped by GidgetGal}
“I take my pills and I’m happy all the time, I love my girl but she ain’t worth the price…”
There’s a fine line between optimism and pure delusion, but it’s nearly impossible to tell which side someone is actually on. A gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with bright, sunny hazel eyes, Yuccablossom is the splitting image of her mother, Gravelshell. But while her former leader mother is stoic and rational, she is idealistic and positive to a fault. It is her wholehearted belief that there is no such thing as true evil in the world, and no matter what tragedies take place in front of her own eyes, there will always be peace and happiness just over the horizon. For most members of her clan, her cheerful demeanor is refreshing to see, but when the going gets tough, it can quickly get on a cat’s last nerve, or become extremely unnerving, depending on the situation. Because although she sees the world through rose-colored glasses, she is far from innocent. In fact, she’s almost alarmingly skilled at fighting and overpowering her opponents. It is only during these rare moments when one can see a different side of her; a dark look in her eyes as she talks about her dreams of a perfect utopia. Nevertheless, she is a loyal warrior who always has a supportive shoulder for those who need it. The only daughter of the Gravelstar and Leucisticcrow, they are usually the ones to step in when things get out of hand for her. But no matter how hard her overprotective and cynical mother may try, Yuccablossom cannot see any flaws in her naive beliefs. She loves her parents and her brothers dearly and is usually seen as the peaceful, albeit thorny, flower blooming amid their strong personalities.

RUSTYHEART
^{Roleplayed by Honeystorm}
At a first glance, Rustyheart appears like any other, doesn't she? Pretty orange fur with darker tabby stripes, a lighter underbelly and vibrantly green eyes. You wouldn't know her heart is a ticking time bomb. Her mother, Phoenixriver, then Phoenixstar's pregnancy was especially harsh, and she lost four lives just to give birth to her two daughters, two of her lives going to save the lives of the moment old twins, who otherwise would have died. Instead, the premature kits lived, each with their own defects. Rustyheart's name is kind of fitting in a morbid sort of way, when you think about it. She was born with an irregular heartbeat, and there's no telling when it'll decide just to quit on her. She can't do everything the other cats can, never could. She couldn't play as vigorously or as long, when stressful times came, she was often kept in the dark, and her training was a painfully slow process, because she could barely practice battle training, and really could only fish, seeing as it didn't raise her heart rate much. Of course, she understood her family's concern, why wouldn't you want to shelter your sister, daughter, etc, when any sort of activity could raise her chances of death tenfold? Even then, it's no guarantee she'll live a long or happy life. A couple times in her life already, Rusyheart's gotten too excited and fallen unconscious, only to be transported to the Medicine Den and the things she'd been allowed to do becoming less, and less, and less, as time wore on. Because of her disability, Rustyheart slowly began to close herself off from others, even family, besides her sister. They didn't understand, and she couldn't stand to see the pitying looks everyone gave her, them asking her whether she should really be out on patrol, or hunting, or anything. So she just started to keep her distance. She can't let them in. They'll just give her that same look, like she's a dead cat walking. Well, she is, in a way, she supposes. A ticking timebomb, right? Even she fears her own condition, which only furthered her isolation from feeling anything for others. She doesn't want friends, doesn't want family, doesn't want to hurt anyone because she might one day just cease to live without warning. So she lets them stare, ignores it all, and turns a cold shoulder to even the most persistent of clanmates. That way, she can protect herself and others from the hurt. Can't she?

STREAMWAVE
^{Roleplayed by Fa-Reo-Votfis-El}
"My name is Streamwave. I was born on January 23 2018 into WaterClan to my WaterClan pureblooded Mother and Father, who when the clan was destroyed ran away, my Mother and I left the Clan territory and ended up on a beach where we made our living. She kept me safe for moons, when I turned six moons old she began to train me as a warrior, like what I would have or could be again someday. She had given me a name when I reached 3 moons old. She had named me Streamkit because I was kind, motherly and a good swimmer. My Mother taught me to always mind my manners, to keep my anger in check and to always obey and listen to those who are better or higher then me. She taught me to always mind my surroundings, how to fight, what herbs were good to use for what wounds, as well as how to identify deadly plants and sick animals. She taught me the warrior Code and Medicine Cat Code, telling me to live by both, so that I may serve StarClan to the best of my abilities. She taught me how to fish, and hunt animals in water and inland as well. When I became a warrior, she gave me the name Streamwave, because I was a strong, powerful and a great swimmer. When my Mother died it was only sunhigh that day. She had been given food by a Two-leg and it was killing her slowly. By the time I had gotten back with prey, my Mother was already close to death. I sat by her as she died, she made me promise to find or help build WaterClan back up again, and to do all she had taught me. I made her that promise. I stayed a few more sunrises, and after I buried her I set off to find the Clan. I headed in the direction my Mother had indicated. I walked for a few more days and then I smelled a cat nearby. The first sign of cat I had smelled in a while. I was curious and headed towards the cat. After all the searching I had done, I happened to find Violetstar, the new Leader of WaterClan. She accepted me in with open arms after I told her about my Mother. Now I am able to live the life that I should have been living, and I wouldn't give anything to anyone to give this life up. I remember the promise I made my Mother, and strive to be as caring, mothering, kind, strong, powerful, a great swimmer , loyal to the Warrior Code and Medicine Code as she would have expected me too. My fur is a light silvery-tan color with dark fading spots and stripes along the middle of my back, my face and tail. My eyes are an Icy blue hue that sparkles with hidden knowledge."


BLUEDUSK
^{Roleplayed by Fa-Reo-Votfis-El}
"Hi! I am Bluedusk. I was born on January 16 2017 after the destruction of WaterClan. My parents had both scattered in opposite directions, never to find each other again. My Mother joined a band of rogues, which taught me everything I know. After I turned 12 moons I fought my way to the top of the rogue group and became their Leader. I was only Leader for a few days when I kept getting dreams of StarClan, shimmering water, cats hunting prey. These dreams persisted till I finally decided to leave the rogue life and help form the Clan , what would become the new WaterClan. The Clan I was born into, but not raised in. I traveled long and hard looking for others of the Clan and picking many other cats along the way who wanted to join. Most of the cats I had picked up where ex-WaterClan cats or cats looking for a better life. I had promised them a well provided life and a better one. Are you wondering how I got my name. Since I was born into the Clan my Mother kept the tradition of warrior cat names , She named me Blue because of my blue -grey fur but because I am wise; calm; collected; intelligent; meek. She gave me the suffix Dusk because well because I am calm; a natural-leader , very Intelligent; sometimes quiet; and extremely courageous. She hoped that one day I would be able to lead or help bring back the Clan that she called home. That is my goal in life to help bring back the Clan and help to make it great again, even if the means serving the Clan as a Warrior or it's Leader, I will do all I can , even if it means giving up my life. I like to lead and try to do it as often as I can. Patrols of any kind, missions or quests. I will lead and offer advice till I breath my last. My fur is a bright blue-grey hue that I always keep sleek and clean, my eyes are a vibrant color of green that seems to pop out of my head."


CHIMERAHUNT
^{Roleplayed by Cleaver}
There must have been a mistake. How could such a colossal failure, a shameful screw-up, be one of the only members of his family with the courage to stay behind and tend to his sick clan? How could he be the one to survive, when his ragged ginger coat is speared by bones fighting free of his skinny and unfed body? He only lives because of the so-called mercy of Mercenary Evelyn, who carved his eye from its socket and left him in ruin, and yet he was one of the few that faced the Ripple Cough head-on and lived to tell the tale. His family fled with only the duty-bound Guardian left behind, and yet he stayed as well - he, who had spent moon after moon of his life alone, depressed, and bitter, who spent his days slumped to the ground and unresponsive in his misery. Their butler stayed with him, and as they tended to the dead and the dying day by day, there had never been a closer bond between them. There was a silent understanding that grew between them, and impossibly, he found he loved the old toad more than he did any other, more than the brother that had left him behind, even as he struggled to grasp the monumental sacrifice Ghosttoad had made when he chose to die with Chimerahunt rather than serve his first master, Chim's older brother Dragonguard. But despite everything that changed when the sickness ravaged their clan, there is one constant in his life, and that's Chim himself. Any cat that thought the traumatic events would alter his personality would be severely disappointed, and only those that were there through it all could recognize there was something changed in him as he stood surrounded by death. For the rest, he is the same: a pathetic waste of prey with an ounce of squandered potential, an enigma only because a few cats seem to believe there is more to his character then let on. The gaping socket on the right side of his face, where he paid the price for his theft so many moons ago, is his pretty side; the green left eye that remains is desolate and depressed, world-bitter and lonely. The kit looked like his father, but the adult is a sorry sight. His accusatory half stare is sharp and cutting, his tongue twisted and bitter, and just as likely to dole out a sour insult as an order to the unfortunate soul that dragged him from his stupor. His wit is quick but rarely applied to practical matters, at least not in the eye of the masses, who he is all too content to stare baleful upon and force them to keep their distance. Compared to his clanmates he looks only a crumpled leaf collapsed by a gust of wind, but there is a reckless spark and a determined grit that have brought him this far, and propel him onward. It takes a cat insane to choose to enter the battle first, but it takes a true madness to face it as he does. The front line and the rusher, when the command is given he throws himself into the war with all his bitterness exposed to the world. Quick as a beam of light, tough as a fire ant, he is less technique then he is a dangerous flail of limbs. From one opponent to the next he dances, striking blows here and there to weaken his opponents so his fellow clanmates can defeat them. In his element, and in the rare opportunities when he is observed with his guard down, this gruff reminder of a family faded is a warrior as noble and capable as the rest - but he is too wary to left anyone suspect he has more to offer, and he has long mastered keeping his clanmates in the dark. If it wasn't for the sickness and his strange stubbornness when it came to dealing with it, he would have been content as an insignificant backdrop to the glory of his clan and family. For just a moment, to the remains of his clan, he was useful, and moving forward he has little choice but to accept that and begin to help his clan once again. Chim faces every task with a grim and sour outlook that drains on the mood of his companions, but none can deny he embodies the spirit of a WaterClan warrior in his own way.

SILVERMIST
^{Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21}
Silvermist is a silver she-cat with dark gray spots and green eyes. She is a high energy bubbly, and very ditsy she-cat. She was only an apprentice when the sickness hit her clan and now with the talk of returning, she couldn't be more excited. This silly kitty is super sweet and her personality often brings smiles to any cat she comes across.

JAYSOLSTICE
^{Roleplayed by hh32597}
Jaysolstice is a muscular white tom with grey ears, one which wraps around his blue eyes, almost giving him a mask, and a long fluffy grey tail. Jaypaw is bold and brave but also logical and sometimes a bit of a worrier. He thinks before he acts and is aware of the consequences of every action he makes. He was found with his littermates when he was a kit and taken in and raised in WaterClan, therefore he doesn't know who is parents are. However, his mother is Yellowmoon, which makes him related to a past leader named Musicalstar. His muscular stature means that not much intimidates him but he's not pushy or aggressive, he's fiercely loyal to WaterClan.

TURTLESPLASH
^{Roleplayed by Lynx.}
A fluffy white-and-brown tabby, found as a kit with her siblings Orcakit, Sharkkit, Dolphinkit, and Raykit. Despite being the runt of the litter, she was surprisingly the only member of her litter to survive their first moon, perhaps because of the extra care she received. She fervently wishes her siblings were still alive. Her eyes are a rather mysterious, murky colour. They're so dark that no cat can tell if they're seaweed green or deep-ocean blue. Ambitious yet a tad mischievous, she makes sure to always balance play with work.

ECLIPSEKNIGHT
^{Roleplayed by Honeystorm}
A gray tabby she-cat with eclipse eyes of deep sapphire blue edged with radiant emerald green. A survivor, through and through. She survived her mother, Musicalstar's disappearance as a kit, her death when she was older, the loss of her mate and of most of her kits to the WaterClan sickness. She helped kill her own sister, Yellowmoon, when the she-cat went off the rails, abusing and killing her own kits, and mutilating the rest. No one can say her life has been easy, but by now, she's been through too much to give up anytime soon. Leading her and Gravelshell's relatives to DayClan to wait out the sickness, confronted with the fact that they were captured and surviving until not only they were freed, but Violetstar allowed them to return. Her home is WaterClan, and even though her son Crimsoneclipse chose to stay in DayClan with her nephew Eternallaughter, she couldn't give up on the clan she gave everything to. So she's back, and though she's not the youngest or the strongest, she is certainly one of the wisest, able to find humor in hardship and kindness in anger. She didn't break herself down to nothing and build herself back up just to crumble again. Not this time.

FLORIANMISCHIEF
^{Roleplayed by Honeystorm}
When Caspianpaw and many of his kits died, Florianpaw knew it was time to leave. The kits that remained wouldn't survive the sickness, and Gravelshell couldn't bear to lose another so close to her. So the green eye'd tuxedo tom left with Eclipseknight and Skylerkit, and they made their way away from their home until such a time as it was safe to return. Now that he's back, however, he's determined never to leave, never to feel so useless again. He's angry too, and as stubborn and troublesome as ever. If the tom was a wildfire before, he is an uncontainable blaze now. Thoughtless and sarcastic, with a mask of arrogance to hide his insecurities, he throws himself head first into things he doesn't know, stubborn to the point of fault, and it's near impossible to change his mind once it's set. If he could calm down, sit and think for even a heartbeat, the tom has the potential to let his hidden wisdom and intelligence shine, though for the moment it's all just locked away in the back of his mind.

STORMSHELTER
^{Roleplayed by Archerz}
Devastation. Sometimes, it’s an overwhelming emotion. It can take over your mind and drag you into the darkest of places. You can’t see or touch anything in this place. Not even screaming for mercy can help you, because you can’t be heard. The only thing you can do is sink under your crushing emotions; fear, confusion, longing, and even anger. Eventually though, a new emotion will arise. This emotion is called determination. Meet Stormshelter, the embodiment of your souls need to keep moving forward. The protection from the storm, the hope that things will get better, the freedom from the overwhelming agony; this is what Stormshelter is. As a young kitten, this grey-blue tom had a family he loved. A sister full of hope, two parents who adored each other…it was a perfect family. At least, until the storm came. It raged across the earth, and wiped away the perfect little family he depended on. Washed away by the storm, the small kitten found himself on Waterclan territory. Pheonixstar took the small tom in as her own, naming him Stormkit after the storm that brought him to his new home. Unfortunately, Stormkit’s mind was broken. His dear sister was his everything, and now that she was gone, he had lost all purpose. Three moons went by, and Pheonixstar had beautiful kits. Finally, Stormkit, now Stormpaw, had a purpose. The eager kitten became obsessed with protecting Petalkit, the little deaf she-cat. Moons flew by, and Stormshelter became a warrior worthy of protecting his newly pregnant mate, Petalfrost. Unfortunately, when he was sent to scout Toxicity, he never came back. Captured by the cruel Stratego, Kutsu, Stormshelter seemed to have left without a trace.When the Commissioner, Fukusu, finally freed him, he felt no longer welcome in the clan he adored so much. His own kits barely knew him, and Pheonixstar’s children felt hate for him. Only Phoenixstar and Petalfrost welcomed the tom back with open paws. But…he no longer felt worthy of the mate he adored so much. In his stormy grey eyes, he had failed Petalfrost, and he would never forgive himself. He became distant for moons, but a need had ignited within his soul. The need to protect. The need to be the shelter from the storm. He’s the hope that will never let go.

RECREATEDMELODY
^{Roleplayed by Archerz}
It is well known that music is magic. It's something pure and free with an adept ability to morph and transform the universe into something brilliant and beautiful. It heals, comforts, and touches, sending invisible swirls of color into the desolate atmosphere. It sends blossoming heat and warmth in the winter, and cool bouts of fresh air in the summer. It creates life. It is earth's greatest asset...and it's greatest weapon. It can create, but it can also kill, steal, and destroy. It can drive you so far into the darkness, into agony, that you either hide there forever...or you die. It's a lingering chill down your back, that leaves you wanting to crumble. This occurs when a melody is twisted and bent to the point of breaking. The melody morphs into a dark and haunting piece of music, instead of the bright and comforting sound it originated as. It becomes a shattered melody. With a pure black pelt and brilliant green eyes, ShatteredMelody is the physical form of this dark phenomenon. Her world is cursed with darkness and shadows. Every day, every hour, she is alone; scared to go near others for fear of hurting them. She grew up under cruel rogues who beat and morphed her into something very dark, at least until they cast her out. Terrified, the she-cat ran straight into the kind paws of Waterclan. The hope and love they treated her turned her into a recreated melody. Because of this change, she received a new name. RecreatedMelody. It fits; It really does.

DRAGONFLYDRIFT
^{Roleplayed by Archerz}
It’s hard to evade fear, and its ability to take over your mind and body. Fear is such an intense and overwhelming part of being alive, and for some, they can’t run far enough to not get dragged back in. For this gentle orange tortoiseshell, the fear is crippling. She clings to her mother and father, Thunderstorm and Emberheart in every situation, scared of falling into the terror she so desperately runs from. It is only with her huge family that she feels okay. I’m her caramel colored eyes, she sees shadows dancing and playing that aren’t really there; that will never be there. She sees things no one would ever believe or even want to know. Maybe someday, she’ll be able to escape her fears, the issue is taking her first step towards it.

REEDSPIRIT
^{Roleplayed by Archerz}
Are you okay? Are you broken? Can...can I fix you? I just want to help. The words ring throughout the head of this tom as he watches cat bustle around the waterclan camp. Ever since he was little, this quiet reed-colored tom has just wanted to help, yet, he stays quiet. He speaks with his amber colored eyes, his emotions vivid and bright within them. The sleek tom never saw much need for speaking, because a cat’s eyes and body could tell you everything you needed to know, even if the other cat didn’t wish it. He could tell if the help he’s wanted to give since childhood was welcome or not. He would never even have to ask about helping, because he already knew the answer. He always knows when something is off about either of his siblings, Fastflight and Tempestwind. I want to fix you...but I know you don’t want to be fixed.

BROOKSPECKLE
^{Roleplayed by biyuu}
A pale grey tabby she-cat, with darker flecks across her spine and flanks, and pale blue eyes. Quiet and contemplative, she rarely acts or speaks without considering all her options - and technically speaking, there's an infinite number of those, so she rarely ends up speaking or acting at all. She has garnered notoriety amongst her Clanmates for her ability to approach them without making a single sound, and scaring them when she finally does speak up - some even joke that they need to put a kittypet collar with a bell around her neck, just so they know where she is. Brookspeckle cares little for developing romantic relationships, and wouldn't mind living the rest of her life without ever finding someone to spend it with. Though she doesn't often speak kindly of the Clans, including her own, she is quietly loyal to WaterClan and considers it her home, even if she has no real family ties there. In her younger years she defined herself by her staunch, rigid moral code and affinity for doing 'the right thing', but after seeing almost here entire Clan wiped out by a sickness no other Clan cared to treat, she's found herself becoming more and more apathetic to the idea of trying to do right by the warrior code.

RUSHINGRIVER
^{Roleplayed by Jetclaw}
Rushingriver is a golden tabby she cat with white around her muzzle, along with a white belly and paws. Shei s extremely compassionate and a bit of a bleeding heart, tending to go above and beyond to help another. Once her green eyes have picked out some cat in trouble she can't turn away and leave without doing something to help them. Before she joined WaterClan used to be a loner before she stumbled upon a rogue mistreating her kits, she went to her mother to ask her for advice but her mother told her there was nothing that could be done. Concerned for the kits wellbeing, she continued to check on them and could see the kits health was deteriorating fast. After seeing a particularly brutal mistreatment, Rushingriver made up her mind to take the kits away from their cruel mother. Choosing to leave behind her family, she took the kits to WaterClan. Upon arriving she was named Rushingpaw and was trained in the ways of being a clan cat, while helping encourage the kits she'd brought: Tempestwind, Fastflight and Reedspirit to grow strong and happy safe from their awful mother. Rushingriver grew to love her new home... until sickness struck. When cats began to fall ill, Rushingriver could tell something was amiss, and after seeing a few cats flee for safety, the golden and white she cat sent Tempestwind and Fastflight away, deigning to stay and help the clan as best she could.
She narrowly survived. But though she is horrified by all that she endured, she is happy she stayed and helped her clanmates. But though she knows staying was the right choice for her, she is happy that she sent Tempestwind and Fastflight away... else the remaining two kits would've surely perished. And she couldn't bear to lose them as well. Especially since StarClan smiled upon her, and brought them both back to WaterClan when the sickness finally passed.


TEMPESTWIND
^{Roleplayed by Jetclaw}
Tempestwind is a scarred light brown tabby she-cat was abused by her rogue mother from a very young age, mostly to protect her brothers Fastflight and Reedspirit from her mother's wrath. She has scars most notably on her back and on the back of her neck, also she is missing half of her tail, it having to be removed by the medicine cat since it was infected from the wounds there. But her green eyes have not completely lost their spirit, though she is very wary of any cat she doesn’t know and often responds with aggression and bravado when faced in a scary situation.
When the sickness came and stole her brother Reedspirit from her, Tempestwind immediately wanted to leave with Fastflight and Rushingriver. She was outraged when Rushingriver chose to stay forcing her and Fastflight to flee WaterClan alone.
But as news of the sickness having finally passed Tempestwind has returned to the clan who took her and her brothers in and is relieved that the she cat who helped save her and her brothers still lives, and that WaterClan still stands.
She is still very aggressive and not ready to trust cats, as she fears that the clanmates she left behind to ensure the survival of her brother and herself will hold a grudge against them for it. So she does her best to pretend not to care what her clanmates think and is quick to lash out.


TINYBREATH
^{Roleplayed by GidgetGal}
Not many cats would take much notice of her at first glance; silky pitch-black fur, with a single white paw to stand out against it, and icy pale blue eyes. She's unusually small, not much larger than an average apprentice, but that isn't what sets her apart from the others. The truth is, this tiny she-cat used to be just a gasp away from death's doorstep. Her mother, Phoenixriver, though known as Phoenixstar at the time, had been going through an extremely difficult and painful pregnancy, and it eventually led to her losing four of her lives during the kitting; two of which given up in order to save her two newborn daughters. Born premature, both sisters were forced to live their lives with their own burdens to bear, defects to be exact. Tinybreath's name in particular many would call ironic, if not scarily accurate. She has a lung condition, one that prevents her from exerting herself in any way without having to stop and rest after only a few moments. You would probably call it asthma. When she was an apprentice, it was nearly impossible for her to practice any fighting moves or chase after land prey, leaving her unable to defend her clan or provide for it, with fishing being the only activity she could do for more than a few minutes. For the longest time, she felt completely useless, and nothing her family could say could make her think otherwise. Tinybreath believed that her life would never amount to anything, and at times wished that she had never been born at all. But when she was a warrior, her eyes were opened when a horrible accident occurred. A clanmate who had everything Tinybreath had ever wanted: a loving family, a loyal mate, gorgeous kits...was dead. How was that even possible? How could someone so perfect, with so much to live for, die while she was still alive? It was at that moment that Tinybreath realized the truth of her world; life was hard for everyone. No one had it easy, and everyone suffered through their own problems silently, while she had spent years wallowing in her own self pity. From that moment on, she was a different cat. She works hard every day to help her clan as best as she can, refusing to just give up and die just because she’s different. Tinybreath reconnected with her family, reconciling with them just in time before her father Lightningswift and older sister Swangrace were both lost to the plague. Now, she lives each day to the fullest, determined to become the warrior they both truly believed she could be. The warrior she knows she can be.

LEMONDROP
^{Roleplayed by ian}
An absolutely airheaded she-cat who has a wonder for life. She is hopelessly optimistic, and has a great ability to completely ignore all danger she might be stumbling blindly into. She is a chipper little doll, one who stumbled on WaterClan with wonder in her gaze. She'd never seen such a place before. She and her sister,Macaron, had never seen something so intriguing! Lemondrop is a golden she-cat with soft amber eyes. A former kittypet, then former daylight warrior, Lemondrop and Macaron had left the clan for a while after she contracted Ripple Cough, where the duo were formally treated by the vet. Being trapped from her friends for the moons made Lemondrop very sad, so as soon as she could they came back and is now a full warrior (although she's about useless as one.)

SUGARSPLASH
^{Roleplayed by biyuu}
A petite white she-cat with faint golden markings and pale amber eyes. Macaron is probably most known for her astounding laziness, and her talent for getting out of doing work at whatever cost. Cunning and crafty, her favourite hobby is to merely observe the various going-ons within the Clan. She'll deny it if you ask her, but she's mostly in WaterClan because she followed her sister Lemondrop; nevertheless, she's grown over time to truly love WaterClan like a second home, though she'll deny that too. After Lemondrop contracted Ripple Cough, Macaron and her sister both received shots from the vet, though they soon left their owners and chose to become full-time warriors. Now that WaterClan's population has decreased somewhat, she's determined to focus on getting rid of her lazy habits and become at least a half-decent warrior for her new home.


DRIFTINGTIDES
^{Roleplayed by vixen}
A brainy type. Cold. Judging. Assertive. Driftingtides isn’t going to come up to you any time soon and give you a warm welcome. No, he’s the type to keep his distance and watch from afar. He’ll learn your every move, decide whether you’re worthy or not. Of what? Well, he’d call it loyalty and friendship but it’s a bit underwhelming on the receiving end. Driftingtides is naturally introverted. The smart ones like him usually are. Life and others can just get soo boring sometimes, it’s not hard to blame him. However, Driftingtides is the valuable sort. He’s dependable and determined, the type to entrust with the direst of tasks that need done. He’ll see them through, no matter the cost to him, or anyone else for that matter. Since he was an apprentice, Driftingtides has given countless hours of work to his clan, building a reputation that is valued at the very minimum. He’s a no-nonsense kind of cat; pro-active and practical for the most part. He knows how to play his hand in life, and when to take risks and when it’s best to stay guarded. He relies little on others, viewing dependency as a form of weakness. That’s not to say he isn’t a team-player, it’s just that in terms of delegacy he sees it best to give himself most of the heavy work. A Jack-of-all-trades, Driftingtides is proficient in most of his skills. This isn’t to say he doesn’t have his fair share of weaknesses. His stubbornness can lead to denying his faults and making reckless decisions. He’s insensitive, at times unreasonably judgmental. Relationships are not always easy to form with the impatient Driftingtides. He’s not able to easily clue in on others feelings, and so it makes it hard for him to not come off as a jerk within the first few encounters and even beyond. He’s reliable, a dependable friend or lover for anyone willing to give him the time. A classic brown tabby with broad shoulders and well-defined muscles. He’s not bulky or overweight, but he’s clearly built for power. He’s got big paws that can pack a terrifying blow and claws readily sharpened at all times. Yellow-green eyes are found on an default expressionless face, with long white whiskers that twitch when he’s impatient, perhaps his most easily noticeable form of body-language.



― APPRENTICES ―

RAINPAW[suffix]
^{rped by simply.light}
Everything. He lost everything to the the ripple of death that wiped out the entire clan. His brothers were the first to pass on to Starclan. Aspenpaw and Breezepaw had meant everything to him. They were his rock, his best friends. Then, he lost his mother who had already been through so much grief between his father and then the passing of her babies. Rainpaw was shaken to the core. His whole world had been shaken like effects the wracking cough that plagued his mind. Why didn't Starclan take him, as well? Instead, they thought it best to leave him, miserable and alone. He was barely a skeleton of a cat; skin on brittle bones. The aqua eyes that earned him his name were stagnant and lifeless. However, there is always the hope of sunlight at the end of the storm. Where he should have withered away in sorrow, the brave tom worked to restore himself and his identity. He worked tirelessly as an apprentice, always helping hunt for the weaker ones and fetch herbs when needed. He shouldered the weight of his two brothers, carrying out what would have been their portions of duties. His continuous labor shows through the thick bands of muscles around his shoulders. Blue-grey fur covers the top half of his frame while snowy white paints across his underbelly and chest. While life had certainly taken it's toll on Rainpaw and Waterclan in general, he remains strong in faith and determination.
"Explosions on the day you wake up / Needing somebody and you've learned / It's okay to be afraid / But it will never be the same"

UMBRAPAW [moon]
^{Roleplayed by Fearful.}
Umbramoon is a small tabby she-cat with bright teal eyes. She has a very happy spirit and a very open mind. She loves just about everyone, unless you do something very terrible to her. And even then, she will most likely forgive you. She's very attentive, and often times when others gloss over small details, she finds them the most important. Despite her bright attitude, she is very timid around large groups of cats, so meetings are usually nightmares for her. She is most comfortable honing her skills; hunting in the forest; or around other cats she is well acquaintances with, like family or friends. It's hard to scare her off, for her will is hard to break.

SKYLERPAW [aroma]
^{Roleplayed by Honeystorm}
He was born into a painful life, his mother killed by her grandmother, his grandmother killed by his clan, his father and family killed by a sickness no one could face, along with those he knew and looked up to. Swept away to DayClan in his youth, he never knew stability or calm, and this has tainted the handsome tom's heart of gold. Intelligent and charming, kind as can be but with a tongue that can twist any mind to his whims, he is a sharp mind that always seems to be fighting against injustice, quick to lash out and slow to open up to others on a more than superficial level. He gets anxious in too calm times, fearing the worst, and often panics internally when his family is gone from his eye even a moment longer than they've told him they'll be. Despite the warm mask, his heart and is guarded, only flickers of the shining soul within the cage being revealed to the world. He is an impossibly soft, plush tom with creamy vanilla white fur overlaid with dark gray along his head and spine. Lighter gray silhouettes break up the deep shade like smoke, gray spotting underlining seductive eyes of deep blue, pale silver-blue webbing giving his gaze the appearance of shattered ice. Ebony lace runs up his legs and along his flank, oh so similar to his mother, but so different at the same time, with a plume of a tail that sweeps behind him. Extraordinarily beautiful for such a broken cat, but maybe one day he will overcome his demons, and the light inside him will shine just as wonderfully as the pelt that draws others to him.

― QUEENS ―
WISHINGWELL
^{Roleplayed by blankslate}
Is she a coward or does she simply have more self-preservation than most. Wishingwell can't tell you either way, the decision is up to you to make. When cats in Waterclan started falling ill she was one of the first to start separating herself from the others. Slowly going back to camp less, spending nights out in the territory in fear of falling sick. Her fear of death, of Ripple cough so great that she eventually slipped from Waterclan all together, previous loyalty overridden by her blind fear of falling to the painful death she had seen her clanmates suffer to. The pretty turkish angora leaving to roam as a loner, keeping an ear open towards news of her old clan but also embracing the new freedoms, trying desperately to distract herself from the guilt she felt in leaving her birth clan. In this blind quest she easily accepted the affections of another loner, embracing his love and hoping it could make up for the regrets that plagued her. When she heard news of Waterclan's survival though she knew she had to return. Had spent so long drowning in her guilt and eager for a chance to repent for leaving. But she brought with her new life, and she dearly hoped the sickness was truly gone. And she wasn't dooming a future generation for her own selfish reasons.

TINYBREATH raising: slipkit, scorchkit, skipkit, shatteredkit

MEANDERINGWOLF
^{Roleplayed by Primordialhaze}
The prowl of a wolf can be a terrifying ordeal. Especially if you are the prey at the end of their sight. Meanderingwolf is a medium sized misty brown and gray she-cat with black tabby stripes and white stocking legs, as well as a white chest. She has soft pale yellow eyes. Much like a wolf in her own way, Meanderingwolf is silent on her paws and quick witted. She would much rather strike first than ask questions. Although she is not above asking for help when needed. Meanderingwolf is a rogue through and through. She struggles with authority but knows her place. She tends to speak before thinking and can be a bit of a pain when time calls for sensitivity over brute force. Meanderingwolf spent a short amount of time being courted by the WinterClan Chieftain, Leatherstar. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to end their relationship without telling him. She wondered to another part of the forest following the prey and the seasons. When her kitting drew near she found herself at Violetstar's mercy. The young queen was accepted with conditions, when the leader discovered the father. Now living happily in WaterClan, Meanderingwolf will raise her kits and future kits to understand and accept the warrior code and the blessings of clan life.

partner: leatherstar | mother of: littlekit, nightingalekit, troutkit, poplarkit
― KITS ―

JINXKIT
^{Roleplayed by Honeystorm}
Born to Seba, before the daylight warrior's untimely demise, Jinx lived the first three moons of her life in a barn, the first with the influence of her mother, and when the she-cat disappeared without a trace, life continued on with her five siblings, Patch, Smokey, Lucky, Apple, and Dusty. For two moons, they lived their life feasting off mice and growing at a rapid rate, but always wondering when, and if, their mother would ever return. She never did, but two WaterClan warriors, Eclipseknight and Hazelstorm came one day to catch the mice in the barn, after the former remembered Seba, who'd died due to the WaterClan sickness. That was the day that changed everything for the litter. They found out their mother was dead, and ultimately, chose to move away from the warm comfort of the barn to an exciting new life in WaterClan, the first kits the clan gained after the sickness wiped out the rest or drove them away. Jinx is an interesting cat, kind and caring, but she tends to go to extremes. Hunting? Have to catch the entire forest. Fighting? Name a time and place and she'll fight ten cats all at once. She doesn't know the meaning of giving anything less than her all, for good and bad, and usually gets in trouble for it. She also struggles with the warrior code. Some of it makes sense, but she has a tendency to bend the rules at times, when it suits her, or she just thinks it's stupid, leading her to often be considered stubborn or troublesome, though she's really just overly enthusiastic, a cat who listens to her own instincts over ideals made by some ancient cats in the stars.

POPLARKIT [blossom]
^{Roleplayed by Primordialhaze}
Sweet and spicy. Poplarblossom is the youngest daughter of Meanderingwolf, a rogue who joined WaterClan upon her kitting, and Leatherstar, the Chieftain of WinterClan. Poplarblossom is a base white she-cat with random strewn patches of black and brown across her body. She has pretty emerald green eyes and a soft pink nose. She is a rather small she-cat which seems odd being as both her parents are on the larger side. She is always wondering around looking for someone to bother. She especially enjoys flirting her way through her clan mates. Male or female. While she would be considered Pansexual she has a desire to one day be a mother. Poplarblossom is not likely to ever settle for a single cat as a mate but rather follow her heart wherever it leads her. Or to whomever it leads her too. Poplarblossom is aware that Leatherstar knows nothing of her existence but she doesnt mind. One day she is sure in passing she will find the time to reveal herself to her father. She is the hyper active fun loving youngest sibling of Littleotter, Troutsplash, and Nightingalecry.

LITTLEKIT [otter]
^{Roleplayed by uniqcrim}
A small brown she-cat with pale yellow eyes. Littleotter is fast and slippery and when she moves through the water she is quick, graceful, and looks just like her namesake-an otter. Littleotter has always been a playful and curious cat, always wanting to explore and see more of the world. She fits right into Waterclan as if it was not her adopted clan but as if her parents were born and raised there themselves. Her mother, Meanderingwolf, joined Waterclan as a rogue after the sickness that almost destroyed the clan and, little does she know, her father is actually Leatherstar of Winterclan. She has never known who her father is and does not dwell on it much, she has a good mother, good clan, and all the littermates she could ever want to play with and keep her company.

APPLEKIT
^{Roleplayed by uniqcrim}
A long haired, dilute calico she-cat with mismatched blue and copper eyes, Applekit is quiet, cautious, and guarded. She never moves unless she has carefully calculated and thought about her next move. She may not be particularly large, but she does know that her biggest and best skill is her ability to plan and be cunning. She would always rather use words and careful planning to get her way rather than unsheathe her claws. One thing about her is she will always get her way, she knows how to do it and will not hesitate to manipulate others or even lie if it gets her what she wants when she wants it. Being a mysterious beauty that floats on four legs only helps her cause as the toms line up just for her to cast them aside as if they were nothing but a mouse at the tip of her claws.

SCORCHKIT [soot]
^{Roleplayed by brightleaf}
Her fur is messy, brown, and tabby-striped. Here eyes are a fiery amber and always on the lookout for something to do. She is a busybody and can often be found climbing trees and getting stuck in them. Her paws are white but they are always muddy from all her adventures. This feline is fun to be around and tried the avoid conflict when it can be swept under the rug, but when push comes to shove, it’s almost like she turns into a demonic rage-kitten from hell itself. Sudden outbursts are commonplace for a cat like this, even if it is lowkey chaos like blurting her thoughts out loud. Maybe she shouldn’t have said it, but if she didn’t, who would, right? She is honest, brutally so, and doesn’t care if you get your feelings hurt if she thinks you’re being dumb. Written by valiance!

SLIPKIT [rabbit]
^{Roleplayed by GidgetJoy}
Once upon a time, there was a gentle princess, the beautiful daughter of a clan leader; dearly and deeply loved by the whole of Waterclan. And there was also a handsome, devilish rouge, who swept the princess off of her paws. But then, a terrible sickness swept through the clan, showing no mercy as the princess feld for her life, and for the life of her unborn kits. The story ends with the princess dying, curled around her beloved kits, making her family swear to take care of them before taking her final breath. At least, that's the story Sliprabbit chooses to believe. A short, fluffy silver tabby she-cat with a white chest, and the softest of clover-green eyes. Of her siblings Skiprose, Scorchsoot, and Shatteredshine, she's the one with the most striking resemblance to their mother Swangrace, and she knows it. She can see it in the eyes of her aunts and uncles when they look at her; a muted sadness and longing hidden behind their love and pride. Because of this, she is dedicated to learning as much about her mother as she possibly can, and hopes to one day discover the fate of her missing father, Deadshot. Sliprabbit is a romantic at heart, constantly daydreaming of finding a true love of her own, and will occasionally attempt to matchmake for some of her friends and clanmates as well. A bit ditzy, it's easy for her to get carried away from time to time, but she genuinely has a good heart and cares a lot for Waterclan. Though on land she's as clumsy as can be, her true beauty comes out in the water, where she swims as gracefully as any princess.


SMOKEYKIT
^{Roleplayed by Amorensi}
Covered in long, shaggy grey fur specked with a darker grey, and graced with a pair of brilliant orange eyes, Smokeykit is true family tom. All he wants for his future is to find a nice she-cat and raise lots of kits together. Simple perhaps, but this one goal makes him single minded in his tasks. After all, no she-cat wants a lay-about as a mate

― ELDERS ―

GRAVELSHELL
^{rped by GidgetGal}
The hardest ones to break are the ones with the heaviest load to bear; that's just the way things are. Since kithood, Gravelshell has always been the epitome of Waterclan beauty; with her gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell pelt and stunning light hazel eyes. But rather than showing off her looks, she focused her time and energy on practicing her battle skills, long before she even became an apprentice. Fighting was like a second calling for her, and though she embraced it as her true talent, it quickly isolated her from and made her the subject of ridicule to her peers. By the time she finally became a warrior, it had become clear to her that Waterclan was too peaceful of a clan for her liking and took off without a second thought. Only when she heard Waterclan was being threatened did Gravelshell discover where her true loyalties lie, and quickly rose up the ranks with the honor of a true warrior, serving under Phoenixstar as a loyal deputy until she stepped down, leaving Gravelshell to take on the position as leader, leading Waterclan for several generations. To most outsiders, Gravelshell appears to be a very solitary and stoic cat, serious and a real stickler for the warrior code. But her clan and those close to her know the truth: she is a passionate and dynamic soul, a cat who puts her heart and entire being into everything she does, and once she makes a decision, she almost never wavers, even if that choice ends up being the wrong one. But above all, she has a caring heart and is willing to go above and beyond to make her clan happy, even if it means giving up her own life to do so. As a leader, Gravelshell went above and beyond to assure her clan lived in peace, even to the extent of becoming mates with the son of Dayclan’s leader to secure an alliance, though she grew to deeply love Leucisticcrow as a real mate over time. However, though she focused all her efforts on protecting the clan from threats outside, her downfall sadly came from inside the very clan she loved so much. Without any warning, an insane traitor within Waterclan murdered two kits and an apprentice and stole a life from her without hesitation or mercy. Shortly after the traitor was banished and later killed, she stepped down from her position without a second thought. Though the incident haunts her to this very day, Waterclan will forever be her entire world, and every day she strives to come a little bit more out of her shell.
2 lives remaining

BLUEPELT
^{Roleplayed by GidgetGal}
If there’s anyone in Waterclan who knows a thing or two about making mistakes and making up for them, it’s him. Gravelshell’s only brother, the two of them were extremely close as kits, though he like many others couldn’t understand the she-cat’s obsession with brawling. Bluepelt tried his best to understand her regardless, but despite his best efforts, he knew he couldn’t make her happy. However, he had never expected her to completely abandon him the night after their mother died. From then on, he grew bitter and egotistic, disowning his sister and never telling anyone about her. His life remained peaceful that way until one day he and several clanmates got into a losing battle, and out of nowhere, the long lost sister returned, saving his life and becoming Deputy so fast it made his head spin. Bluepelt’s resentment for Gravelshell only grew, culminating in many arguments and eventually a fight, where both were forced by their friends to realize how much they hurt each other. They talked, and talked, finally getting to know each other for the first time in their lives, and when Gravelshell became Gravelstar, her brother was the first to call out her name. Life was better from then on, but there are always more mistakes to be made. The worst came in the form of Yellowmoon, someone who Bluepelt considered a friend, who manipulated him after the loss of his mate Sproutheart, and bore his son without telling him she was even pregnant. Yellowmoon later stole a life from Gravelstar, and killed his nephew’s mate. Bluepelt doesn’t like to talk about it, but cares deeply for his son. A handsome silvery blue tom-cat with soft grey eyes, when he returned after the tragedy of the plague, he saw that Gravelshell had taken up the Elders’ den all by herself, and immediately moved in with her. The pair now spend their days playfully arguing as per usual, and tell stories about great adventures to the next generation of Waterclan.