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A caramel brown tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes. She is a quiet cat that likes to observe more than interact. In truth, she is a shy cat and tries to stay out of others' way as much as possible. She isn't cold like her mother was but she is distant and isn't very good with socializing. She has a hard time opening up to others, sometimes with her own siblings as well. She is not sure on a lot of things outside of herbs and can seem indecisive. She trust her twin brother the most and more often than not, sticks to his side like a sticker-burr. She is a scaredy cat and is usually one of the first to get picked on. She is as loyal as can be even with her shyness. She doesn't like to hurt others' feelings and tends to apologize for even the littlest of things, such as if she even slightly bumps into you. She has learned to be brave through her medicine cat training, but can only do so when she is doing her medicine cat duty. Her mother passed away do to her own pride as she refused to ask for help when she was deathly ill. Her twin brother was the one that decided to bring them to the clans after her death and they have resided there ever since. Her twin brother is Hawksight. Her other siblings are Icerime, Wildclover and Bloodspirit. Ambersky's mother was a loner named Frost, while her father is unknown.
HISTORY,
She was chosen by Ebonygold to become his medicine cat apprentice. During her apprenticeship, she fell in love with a cat named Grayflight. The two of them had a litter of kits, ones she chose to keep secret from both her mate and her clan. Hawksight, her twin, raised the kits as his children, allowing her to keep her position and her lies.
This lie continued well into her years, the guilt slowly eating away at her. One of her children, Peanutblossom, was always suspicious of their lives. Always curious as to who their supposed mother was, and why Hawksight was raising them instead of her. When Ambersky was nearly elder age, she told them the truth. Her son didn't handle it well and start off the deep end, which would only worsen later in his life. Ambersky retired with her mate to the elders den, where she passed in her sleep.
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EARTHCLAN Position: elder Death: old age Date: 27 Dec. 2017
Dawnspirit has short ginger tabby fur and dark, creamy brown eyes. Dawnspirit is a demure, patient she-cat with a kind voice and kinder heart. Compassionate beyond measure, she is loving and accepting of everyone she encounters. Dawnspirit has a pelt like the sunrise that breaks the sky. Her short fur is a pale, warm gold color gently painted with amber strands that glows softly in the light and always smells sweet and comforting, like lavender. Dawnspirit's eyes are a creamy dark brown color, and a little wider than most cats, giving her a sweet, shy look. Dawnspirit, for all her passion, is a terrible battler and hunter, and knows it all too well. Without natural ability and without the willingness to kill, she struggles with her warrior training and reminds herself each time she goes out that she has to think of her Clan and how they must eat or remain safe. That is the only way she can convince herself to fight or hunt. Dawnspirit loves life and taking care of those she can within the Clan, and sometimes wonders to herself if she would have made a better medicine cat than warrior apprentice. However, if she became a medicine cat she wouldn't be able to have a mate and kits, which is one of her greatest desires, so she works as a warrior instead.
HISTORY,
Dawnspirit lived a simple life. She mated early as a warrior to her one and only lover Sparrowmark. They soon had their only litter of kits, all toms. Then life turned on her. By the time their three kits had become apprentices, Sparrowmark had found a new lover and cheated on his mate. From his fling with Foxdawn, he brought home his new kits to raise in WaterClan. Wheatstripe was one of them, and he was a skittish thing that carried enough guilt for Sparrowmark and then some. Dawnspirit broke it off between the two fo them, but didn't allow his new kits to suffer from their father's misdeed and instead helped him to raise them.
One of her children, Thrushcloud, dies during warriorhood. Afterward, during her grief, she moved with her son, Condorstrike, to SunClan. Emberheart stayed in his home clan with his father and half-siblings.
As an elder, Condorstriek comes to her and informs her that he has fallen in love with the same she-cat that once helped to break the mother's heart. Foxdawn would take yet another tom from her life. Dawnspirit let him go willingly, even giving him her blessing in his love life. A few moons later she passed on. She has since been reincarnated into her granddaughter Flawedpersective, a child of Condorstrike and Foxdawn.
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WATERCLAN Position: warrior
SUNCLAN Position: elder Death: old age Date: unknown
Jynxlaughter is a tom cat named for his unlucky black fur. Even though his fur is mostly black, it has random white hairs scattered throughout his pelt and eyes that are a dead grass yellow with tiny specks of a lighter green mixed in. He is a honest cat but isn't one to back down from what he believes in, making him headstrong as well. This cat is not one to hold a grudge for more than a week maybe less depending on what happened and what the cause/outcome was. Being an energetic cat, many find him over baring or annoying at times. Jynxlaughter knows when to smother someone and when to back off but he only goofs off because he wants to make everyone smile and laugh. Some believe he is a naïve cat but in reality, he's able to be carefree and observant all in one. He is serious when he needs to and always steps up to protect his clan mates when they need it but otherwise leaves them to fight their own battles. Jynxlaughter knows when to back off in fights, when to protect his clan mates and when to goof off. He has a mate that understands his ways, such as the protectiveness and carefree parts, and gets his dream of making even the grumpiest of cats crack a smile. He also wishes for kits because they always seem to be able to bring a smile to anyone's face. Though, he's not to sure as to how he'll get those kits.
HISTORY,
This tom found love in his life twice, his mate, and then the kits he called his own. Dustheart found a litter of kits on Halloween night, bringing them straight to Jynxlaughter, who knew how to handle kits. Jynxlaughter immediately adopted the six little ones with no hesitation, whereas his lover wasn't so sure. The two of them took a break in their relationship; Jynxlaughter refusing to give up the kits and Dustheart unsure if he wanted them. The tom raised his children until apprentice age, in which they tried to get their two fathers back together again. Before that could happen, or even progress into anything but awkward silence, Spookbat was kidnapped as an apprentice. Jynxlaughter became her confidant and therapists following her return, barely leaving his girl's side.
Jynxluaghter died protecting Spookbat during the battle with Pride and their invasion of MoonClan. He never managed to recoil with his ex-mate, Dustheart before then.
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MOONCLAN Position: warrior Death: protecting Spookbat during the Pride vs MoonClan battle Date: unknown
Peanutblossom's life is a lie. Anyone would believe what they were told especially when they don't want to believe the truth. With fur the same light brown tabby as Hawksight and Ambersky's, no one would question his parentage. Even his siblings share traits that remind people of the siblings. So, how is his life a lie? With one amber gold eye and another electric blue eye, he's spotted the difference between the truth and the lie. He is in fact not Hawksight's son like everyone has been told and believes. His mother is Ambersky but he has no clue who his father is. Why would they lie to his siblings and him? He could understand lying to the clan as she would have lost her position as the clan's medicine cat. But why to her kits? Did their father even know they existed? Those are things he plans to find out, to uncover the truth. Peanutblossom has to aid anything to any of his siblings and doesn't plan to until he has all of the questions answered. That is, unless he needs their help in uncovering their true beginnings. With how his life has started, you can guarantee that he won't lie to anyone. He stays truthful to everyone he comes into contact with and is as blunt as possible so that no one can misinterpret what he says. Peanutblossom will bloom in the life of an honest, hard-working, warrior; one who plans to put his life into his family's secret.
HISTORY,
Peanutblossom was raised to believe his uncle, Hawksight, was actually his father. All his life he was told lies to keep this secret and protect his biological mother's desire to keep her position in the clan. He was told that his mother died during their kitting, unable to name them or care for them, leaving them in Hawksight's paws. That never set well with him though and the tom continued to question everything.
During warriorhood, the tom learned the truth. Ambersky told them all what had really happened, who their father was and that their lives had been a lie. It broke something in him. A part of him believed that bad things happened to their family because of his mother breaking the warrior code and StarClan curing them. He resented his family after that, didn't even show up when his mother died, and pushed them all away. The tom had made a vow, and broke it, that he would never have a cross clan lover.
Sealife died during her kitting, he broke more. Peanutblossom believed it was because they were cursed. Love and a broken heart, he raised his three kits the best he could. once they were apprentices though, his mind strayed and his heart wandered. Peanutblossom found a new fling and then another, and another. The fling with Ravencrypt produced Ivorycrown and Wolfkit. Seablossom, and apprentice at the time, raised the two little ones he brought back. Wolfkit died as a kit.
Slowly, his mind crumpled from breaking his vow, believing his family to be cursed, and just from throwing himself away. Seablossom and Walnutchime stagged an intervention, but it led to him trying to attack his daughter in rage and a flling to his death. The tom is glad he missed Seablossom, or h was sure he'd be in the Dark Forest, unable to forgive himself.
PREVIOUS HOMES
EARTHCLAN Position: warrior Death: falling into the gorge after attempting to attack Seablossom Date: 25 Jan. 2019
He has traveled further then most cats his age could ever dream. His lived many lives; kittypet, loner, tribe member. Eclipse of the Dawning Sky originates from a far off land where he was the last of his tribe, a dying group to stubborn to move on. Soon the land was plagued with fire, forcing the cats to separate and run for their lives. From there he traveled with his sister Solar Sun that Reigns Down as far as they could until they were captured. The twoleg that had taken them in, cared for them well; never once allowing them to go hungry. When the elder twoleg had died, Eclipse said goodbye to his sister who chose to stay with her new twoleg, a relative of their last one. That was many years ago, he has not seen Solar since then. The long haired black and white, mostly black, tom cat traveled even further from that land where he'd found brief love in a she-cat named Rose. His mate birthed them one kit, before passing away, a daughter by the name of Sun. Sun was the light of his world, a new reason for living in a dreadful world until he lost her as well. Like her mother, the ginger she-cat had passed shortly after her kitting; staying alive long enough to name those she left behind. The green eyed tom may have stayed in that place where he buried two of his loved ones if the kits hadn't fallen ill. The four kits were barely old enough to be walking when he mushed them towards the clans. He'd discovered them a few months ago, due to his daughter discovering them. She's fallen in love with one of the toms in the clans, the same one who was the father of Eclipse's grandkits. Things would never be easy for this old tom cat as he struggled to keep fighting and bring the kits to a new home, somewhere where they could be safe. His grandkits, Sunrise, Starlight, Midnight and Twilight may never know their father as even Eclipse didn't know him. With Sunrise clenched between his jaws, the elder had found the territory of Brookclan, it was there that he would live out the rest of his life and watch as his grandkits grew. Sadly, Sunrise would never live with the clan as the kit died the same day they found the clan. He'd tell the cats of the clan stories of his travels, of the legends from back where he originated, and the stories of the stars. Stories he'd told his daughter and mate years beforehand. Eclipse's grandkits have taken on the warrior names Starlightarrow, Midnightcomet and Twilightmoon. The old tom cat continues to find that ray of sunlight in each day as he remembers that the sun can only block the moon for so long.
HISTORY,
From a tribe far, far away, two cats escaped to find a new home and to live. Their tribe was gone, but Solar Sun that Reigns Down and Eclipse of the Dawning Sky had made it out alive. The two siblings traveled the lands looking for somewhere else to call home. Solar found a kittypet nest and stayed there, Eclipse traveled on. Moons later, known as a loner at the time, he found love in cat she-cat called Rose. The two lived happily for many moons until Rose became pregnant and passed while birthing their only child. Sun was loved, cherished and adored by her father. But the kit would follow her mother's footsteps and pass away during birthing her own kits.
As the grandfather to four kits, the sole surviving member of their family, Eclipse cared for them as a loner until the day the youngest became ill. Sunrise was always small and when illness struck, it forced her family to move to find help. They found their way to BrookClan, where she would die but the others would stay and live. Starlightkit died just a few days before she could become an apprentice and joined her younger sister in the afterlife.
Eclipse watches as his only grandson finds love in a cat named Paintedturtle. Sadly, she too would face the same fate as rose and Sun, dying while birthing her only litter. For moons, Midnightcomet as a single father, trying to raise a litter of kits on his own. Eclipse helped where he could, but the tom was old and could only do so much. It pleased the old man to learn that Midnightcomet found love again in Smallfire. The two of them would go on to raise and adopt any and every kit they came across that needed a family.
Eclipse passed away not long after Midnightcomet and Smallfire made their mateship offical. The elder died with a smile on hsi face knowing his family ahd found a loving, happy home to call their own.
PREVIOUS HOMES
BROOKCLAN Position: viony (warrior/elder) Death: old age Date: March 2019
With fur the same color as the sky at midnight and eyes that shine a bright green, this tom feels right at home in the quiet of the forest. Midnightcomet has always had a love for the night, especially the middle of the night when it's at it's darkest. The tom will happily take the late night patrols just to have the excuse to sleep in late after a night of staying up to watch the sky, stars or no stars. Midnightcomet was born to a she-cat loner named Sun along with his three siblings, Starlightarrow, Twilightmoon, and Sunrise. Their grandfather, Eclipse, is the one that brought them to BrookClan when they were just kits. At the time it was due solely to the fact that Sunrise was extremely sick, sick enough that she didn't survive to become a member of the clan. He can barely remember his youngest sister but he knows that, like his mother, he will never stop loving her. His grandfather enjoys telling his siblings, him and anyone else that will listen to stories of when the elder was younger, stories that have fascinated Midnightcomet his whole life. The black tom cat wishes to be as brave as he grandfather sounds in his stories, as well as loving. This cat wishes to find love, no matter the cat's gender. He wants someone who appreciates the night sky as much as he does, who will listen and tell stories beside him until sunrise. In honor of his sister, Midnightcomet stays up late every night just to see the sun rise and hopes to one day have kits that he can name after her. This quiet, honest tom was named by his mother, Sun, for the time by which she met up with his father at midnight, He was given comet as a part of his warrior name due to his nightly sky watching and the falling comets he once witnessed.
HISTORY,
Midnightcomet and his siblings were raised by their grandfather following the death of their mother during their birth. He brought them to BrookClan when Sunrise fell sick. Sadly, she would not survive the first night in the clan, but the rest stayed and called it home. Starlightkit would later join their sister in the afterlife.
As a warrior, or voiny as they were known in BrookClan, the tom fell in love with Paintedturtle from SpringClan. The two of them would meet as often as possible, even more often once they learned they were to be parents. Paintedturtle did not survive the birth of their children, leaving them in their father's paws. Eclipse would help as much as he could, but the elder was old and tired easily. While caring for his children in the nursery, he found a new lover in Smallfire. The two of them would adopt and raise any and all kits they came across that needed a family until the day they left for the afterlife.
PREVIOUS HOMES
BROOKCLAN Position: viony (warrior/elder) Death: old age Date: 23 July 2019
"Get back here, Spookbat!" Chocolate fur with white paws, chest and muzzle, blue eyes crazed with mischief could be seen racing away from the sight of another angry cat. It wasn't an uncommon sight and most knew exactly who was being yelled at even if their name hadn't been spoken. Spookbat is netorise for causing problems, though She doesn't see it as anything more than having a little fun. This she-cat finds pleasure in the sight of spiders and centipedes but most won't see the same humor when those creatures are found in their beds. She's been pulling pranks and demanding attention since she was a kit. Spookbat hasn't grown much since she was an apprentice, both in size and mentality. Being small makes it easier for Spookbat to get into places, or out of tight spots. Her father, or one of them, Jynxlaughter is proud that she has taken to heart his words, "create laughter wherever you go and you'll always find love," but it might have been a little to much. She makes cats laugh with her cheesy jokes and pranks that are only funny when they're not on you or after you've calmed down. Spookbat is a jokester, cute, small and loveable with a good heart and a hard way of showing it. She's the laughter in every room, the smile that helps light the way and the one to notice when you just need a laugh to get you through the day.
HISTORY,
Spookbat and her siblings were found by Dustheart on Halloween and were taken to Jynxlaughter. The two toms fought over what to do with the kits and ended up separating. The kits still considered both toms as their fathers, but understood that they were separated because of them.
Two things happened when she became an apprentice. One was that she and her siblings tried to help rekindle their fathers' love, but failed. The second was that she was kidnaped by twolegs along with Snowshod and other cats. They escaped, but Spookbat would suffer PTSD from that day forward. Her father, Jynxlaughter, and Snowshod became her confidants and most trusted people. Because of this, it was no surprise to anyone that she and Snowshod fell in love. The two of them had similar experiences and even escaped together from the twolegs. Their shared suffering allowed the other to know how to handle certain situations that may cause problems in their lives, such as panic attacks.
Snowshod and Spookbat welcomed a litter of kits into the world, naming them Beetlekit, Cravedkit, Frozenkit, and Hauntedkit. Raising them was a worrying factor for Spookbat, and many times she was found immobile in her nest or panicking about how she was raising the little ones. Between her and Snowshod, they somehow managed to get the kits to apprentice age. It was later, while their kits were tarining, that Spookbat died. She'd been struck by a panic attack while out in the territory, causing her to run in fear straight into teh thunderpath and be run over by a monster.
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MOONCLAN Position: warrior Death: ran over by a monster/car during a panic attack Date: 6 Dec. 2019
He is a completely black cat with long fur and blue eyes. With a scar nicked in both ears giving him the equivalent of horns and more around his muzzle, this tom isn't a pretty face. But he was loved once, when he was a kit and then again by a lover. Which is why he keeps himself neat at all times in the hopes he will one day find a new mate, someone to see past the harsh appearance. Now, what happened to his old mate? She was run over by a monster. That's right a monster. He loved her but not everyone could see that. Most thought he'd threatened her or she was delusional as Devilhorns is known as mean and fierce. That's just it, mean and fierce. It's his front, his outer image. No one would call him loyal or brave but they would call him fierce. Devilhorns is not one that you want to anger for he is a strike first, maybe ask questions later kind of cat. The only one he seems to care about is his sibling and is rude to everyone else, sometimes even to her. Devilhorns and Angelwings are complete opposites. Besides just being known as fierce and mean, if you truly known him, or have been treated roughly by his sister, then you will see his kindness. His heart of gold as one would say; one that has been shielded away for fartooo long. Devilhorns is a creature of passion; he does nothing half-heartedly. The apprentices of the clan are the very embodiment of passion and so he greatly enjoys watching them practice as well as teaching them some moves. Sadly, his unpleasant facial appearance turns them away as well as many other cats. He is not a pretty cat, instead he's one that not even his mother could love. This is why he was always amazed that hat he'd even had a mate but he tries for another by always looking groomed. Maybe someday....
HISTORY,
This tom prevented his own sister from killing one of her litters. There was no way for him to know how many litters had died before that day, but he'd at least managed to save this one. Grandsky, Littlesea, and Mightyearth grew up knowing Devilhorns as their father. The three of them were loved and cared for by the tom as though they were his own kits. While the kits were apprentices, Devilhorns became a spy for DayClan. He used his new position to try and ensure safety for the three kits, but it would backfire on him when the Nemesis of PI took over the organization.
Because of the threat of PI and of Angelwings, his sister, Devilhorns sent his children away. Mightyearth, Grandsky, and Littlesea were attacked by their mother. While Littlesea died right then and there, Mightyearth and Grandsky were able to escape. Though they'd escaped their mother's claws once again, Mightyearth would not survive the wounds Angelwings had dealt him. Grandsky made it to MoonClan, alive and well out of reach of both PI and Angelwings.
Devilhorns stayed in NightClan for many moons more, determined to keep a close eye on his sister, least she go after Grandsky. The tom had no idea what clan his biological nephew had escaped to, nor that Mightyearth had died later. It wouldn't be until he left NightClan as well, after Angelwings' death, that he'd learn of the death of Mightyearth and the location of Grandsky as well as soon other news.
Upon entering MoonClan, Devilhorns found his adopted son, Grandsky, once again. But he also found another son. Heathensword was the child of his one and only mate, one he'd thought had died. Apparently, she'd lived long enough after being hit by a monster to birth their child, one he hadn't even known she was pregnant with. Heathensword and he would dance around each for a few moons before the younger tom would disappear. The loss of another child hit hard, but he recovered.
Devilhorns would go on to have a fling with Burningstar of NightClan. A one night stand that produced a litter of kits. For a time, they lived with him in MoonClan, but soon enough they were returned to their mother's paws and he hasn't seen them since.
The poor tom's life has only been one tragedy after another, but it wasn't over yet. Grandsky set him up on a few occasions with other elders and senior warriors in MoonClan, trying to give his father some friends. From those occasions, Devilhorns found Briskfang who would become his rival and reluctant friend. The two would bicker and squabble like children, but also found that they could confide in the other. One such thing Devilhorns confided in Briskfang about was that he was dying. Cancer was taking him day by day and he'd yet to tell Grandsky.
PREVIOUS HOMES
NIGHTCLAN Position: warrior
MOONCLAN Position: elder Death: cancer Date: 3 March 2020
ALIVE JUNIPEREVERGREEN MALE, BI, WIC BIO: There was still small traces of snow claiming the ground that day, and yet spring had come early. Brought forth in the shape of vibrant juniper blues, soft snow white, and diluted daffodil orange. Hidden away by a mother long gone—left in the shallow mossy area beneath a juniper tree, tucked away among the roots, blooming flowers, and patches of snow—rested little ones but a few weeks old. Eyes barely open and already alone. Just the two of them with merely a name whispered on the breeze and a brief glimpse to remember their mother by. There they laid, wrapped in spring’s warm embrace and their mother’s fading scent with the sun shining upon them. Bright fur and tearful mewls brought a patrol to their little alcove and with it a chance at life. Nameless, motherless, homeless. They were taken in by the clan cats. Welcomed into a new home and named as one of their own. He was named for the tree that offered him shelter on that fateful day, the evergreen scent that still clung to his fur, and the berries his eyes resembled. His sister was named not for the winter they had barely escaped but the season by which they were born, the first day they opened their eyes, and flowers that had bloomed around them. Juniper and Spring. Two who had begun life at the end of a harsh winter and yet, they prospered despite the odds. They grew like weeds, quickly and with no boundaries. But with that, they began to ask questions, to wonder about the life they were denied. Who was their mother? Where had she gone? Would she come back? What of their father? From there, even more questions followed. The clan was only able to answer so many. Yes, they knew who their mother was for she’d been one of their only until she’d disappeared the fall before they arrived. No, they did not know why and where she has gone now. Nor who their father may be. Their history was a mystery, one Juniper vowed to solve. A vow he made as a kit, to Spring and himself, that they would know the why’s and how’s someday. It has put him on a path of knowledge and wonder, of questions and answers. Not all of them to the ones he seeks, but answers none the less. Juniper, for all the answer and knowledge he sought, could find no cure for his stuttering or fear of crowds. The tom would freeze among a group, even small ones. When able to speak, he comes off as weak due to his severe stuttering. For that he keeps to the outskirts, away from all, and where he’s least likely to embarrass himself. Many see him as weak or cold or anti-social. But he is merely overwhelmed and afraid. Juniper finds solace in nature’s embrace and in Spring’s company, two beings that have never failed to bring him peace. His mind is clear and strong, able to remember all the way back to that fateful day that started it all. It was his earliest memory, one he cherishes the most. And when he is afraid or unsure or frozen in place, he remembers that day, that scent, that moment in time. It spurs him on, helps him remember his promise, his vow, and to keep going even in the harshest of winters.
HISTORY: Springdaffodil and he were found at the edge of the territory, left there by their mother, on the first day of spring
They were taken in, no questions asked both due to their mother having been on WinterClan blood and being kits only a few weeks old
No one knows why their mother left them there or why she'd disappeared the fall before they arrived in WinterClan
Feared and hated, death is known by many names—Hades, Thanatos, Mors, Pluto. Each a god, each feared, each forgotten. Pluto is defined as the Roman god of wealth, justice, the ruler of the underworld, and death itself. The embodiment of darkness, death, and despair. A planet long forgotten, a god disregarded. Greatly misunderstood. His name is not spoken for fear of welcoming death with open arms. For that is what is his, the guardian of death, the bringer of the end, the light at the end of the tunnel. He watches over the fallen, sees them to the heavens, cares for them by any means necessary. Pluto the god is long forgotten, the planet disregarded and demoted, the cat just beginning his story. This Pluto is no different from the legends told of the god. Eyes of melting gold, fur of forest’s shadows, heart hidden in solid earth. He is not evil, more a neutral party that understands that not all death is bad, that his role is not to kill but to guide. Pluto listens to one’s despairs, lends an ear to their troubles, advise their choices in life, and judges justly in all situations. He is misunderstood as the darkness, as evil, not seen as he really is. The tom is faithful and true, loyal to those who’ve earned his trust, and holds a possessives streak longer than the sun’s light can reach. Pluto does not fear death, is not a taker of life, but one who understands its worth. Life is precious, and death is merely its rebirth. One cannot have life without death, something many wish to disregard. Pluto understands their hate, their dread, and yet encourages those same cats to accept what is to come, that not all is lost in the eyes of death; his patience everlasting in the eyes of dying soul. His devotion known no limits to the living and the dead, and yet his heart is encased in earth for its own protection against the evils of the world. Pluto has shied away from the light of the world, hidden in the shadows of despair, long forgotten, and forever distrusted. Not due to his role as death incarnated, nor as the guardian of the end, but because he does not understand how to function in the world of the light. He is awkward, strange and out of sorts when faced with confrontations. His love passionate and yet restrained for fear of overwhelming someone. A god who fears those around him, fears of being too honest, of being cast aside when having just been brought close again. Pluto has always understood his role in life—one that not many appreciate or enjoy, and most despise him for—but he knows he is not the taker of life but the one to guide them to the doors of death and set them free from the battle they have fought bravely.
HISTORY,
Pluto was once the High Sage of Absum Lux, the equivalent to a clan's medicine cat. Since the fall of Absum Lux, he has been wandering the lands with his daughter Melinoe. He knows not what happened to his other two daughters. Part of him believes they were lost in the flood, but unsure of their true fate. Melinoe and he were taken as prisoners by a rogue group not long after their wanderings began. Rescued and converted by Levithan, the new leader of MoonClan, the two cats now worship the moon goddess and reside in MoonClan.
She was not raised nor named by her mother as most kits are. No, Melinoe was born to a dying mother and a father who could do nothing but watch his once lover pass. Her father named her in honor of a goddess and as a propitiatory offering to Wanheda, her sisters were named similarly. Three daughters bore to the one named for the god of the underworld. If one didn't know better, they would believe the three fates born again. Melinoe wonders the night covered land as a ghost, her beauty evident and captivating and yet unreachable for most. Many fear such an alluring and ruthless cat. Where her father admires death, she does as well. Though, this dark brown tabby has taken it a little further. Melinoe likes to collect bones of those who have passed, hoping to one day see a ghost belonging to the creature. Even if she is never to see a real ghost with her gold eyes, the she-cat still holds the bones close and dear for they tell a tale of that creature's life. She acts as their judge, deciding from their remains if their life has been worth it, and from there, where the ghost stood in favor of Wanheda. Even those still alive are not safe from her judgment. Many times, the she-cat judges how one will die before they're even close to death; it's her favorite pass time. She has taken bets from others, promoting gambling and murder in order to see if she was correct in her judgment of another. Many are fooled by her enchanting appearance, not seeing the ruthless cat beneath, missing the one who'd sooner guess your death than ask how your day was. But an enchanting appearance is not always safe. Melinoe is ruthless and delivers the worst of punishments to those who have wronged her. She will not hesitate to raise a claw, especially with her sisters at her side for the three have always been stronger together. Melinoe, Erinyes, and Makaria. Three daughters bore to the High Sage of Absum Lux, Pluto, and the late loner, Diona.
HISTORY,
Melinoe is the daughter of Pluto, the ex-High Sage of Absum Lux, and a cat named Diona who died birthing her and her sisters. Since the fall of Absum Lux, she has been wandering the lands with her father. Neither of them knows what has become of her two sisters, part of Melinoe hopes they have survived the great flood. Melinoe and Pluto were taken as prisoners by a rogue group not long after their wanderings began. Rescued and converted by Levithan, the new leader of MoonClan, the two cats now worship the moon goddess and reside in MoonClan.
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NAME OF CLAN Position: apprentice Death: STORAGE Date:6/3/2020
Edeline means gracious, and it compliments this she-cat perfectly. Born and raised in the regime, Edeline and her brother, Edward, have been close as thieves. Poor, beautiful Edeline was never as good as her brother, and never would be. She was born sick, constantly seeking medical aid when others were out living. Charcoal grey fur, thick but soft to the touch, moves with grace and ease. When her joints don't ache and her body ahs the energy to move. Eyes a yellow-green, mystified and jealous of what others can do. Edeline is a jealous, gracious, and prideful she-cat. She'll stand for nothing and no one telling her no. But, that doesn't mean she won't milk her injuries and sickness. Being strong isn't everything. Wicked, cunning, and master of mind games, Edeline has learned her own way of supporting her clan. Besides if you can't join them, then beat them, right?
Being named after a deceased loved one usually sets that cat up for failure as everyone expects you to act just as they had. Sunrisemosaic has never felt that pressure. She understood that her Aunt Sunrise died young as a kit due to sickness and that she carried her name to honor the cat she never got to know. Sunrisemosaic finds it honorable to be able to carry her name and live up to it, not as a burden but out of respect for those who have passed in her family. It has seemed that a part of her family has always carried a prefix related to the sun in their name in some way and she is honored to be the one to accept that title just as she is sure that her aunt Sunrise, grandmother Sun and great-aunt Solar had before her. This orange and black tortoiseshell she-cat holds her head high in ambitious form, her ears alert and green eyes wide to the world around her. She never lets a moment escape her. Sunrisemosaic takes everything in stride, boldly facing the day just as the sun does every time it rises. She does not hesitate in her words, shows no fear with her actions, and stays true to what she believes. Sunrisemosiac knows the planets, stars, and constellations just as her father and grandfather before her. Holds this knowledge in a light all it's own. For how she worships the stars and sun, admires and respects them, you'd think she belonged in SunClan. But she has found her home here in BrookClan, even if she holds StarClan to the same light as she does the stars, planets and the sun. She believes that every cat is a star just as she has learned StarClan is the starry sky above. But the sun is just as powerful as StarClan. It brings light to the world in the day where the stars, planets, and moon brings light to the night. She holds faithful to her beliefs and that it is in them that she will find guidance in tough times. Sunrisemosaic is not quiet like the stars, but loud like the sun. Shining all over the territory in the beam of those around her. She finds happiness easily and stays as optimistic as she can in any situation. Her life is constantly called to the horizon, to see what's out there but to know when she began. In many ways she is like the sun she is named for. She has risen in the west and will fall in the east, bring joy in her time on this land.
HISTORY,
Sunrisemosaic litter was their mother's first and last. She died the day they were born, giving her life to bring them into the world. Their father raised them with love and care and found help the permanent nursery-aid Smallfire. The two of them fell in love and before the kits had even reached apprentice age, they had a new mother figure in their lives. Sunrisemosaic never faulted their father for finding love again as she knew many kits would. But many kits would also resent being named after their grandmother, aunt, and great aunt. Not her. She carries the name Sun with pride and honors it.
When the flood destroyed her homelands, the young warrior moved off to her mother's birth clan. SpringClan welcomed her with open paws and graced her with the knowledge that she wasn't the only one of her Paintedturtle's children to find a home there.
Since coming to SpringClan, Sunrisemosaic found love in two brothers. Puzzlemask and Crackedclue both loved and she loved them. Then they died. A kit from her older litter found their dead fathers and reported back to her in the nursery where she was caring for her latest litter of kits.
PREVIOUS HOMES
BROOKCLAN Position: Warrior
SPRINGCLAN Position: Warrior/Queen Death: Killed in battle against PI when the SpringClan camp was invaded Date: 08/24/2020
Swallows are known for being quick and their agility similar to bats. This cat is no different. Swallowbelly is fast, agile, small. His ears are small, rounded and always perked up in search of prey. Mice are not safe from this tom, no matter how quick they are! Eyes the color of grass with hints of blue help him hide in the tall grass of his territory and catch his favorite prey. Swallowbelly is as free as a bird, constantly running to and fro finding pleasure in the breeze coursing through his fur. Tawny brown fur dusted with white resembles a mouse, but he was named for the swallow for his agility and constant movement as a kit. Swallowbelly is fidgety with a low attention span. Just like how he always needs to move, this tom can barely keep his attention on one thing or another. Flighty, fidgety, and free this tom is a happy cat with joy flowing from his body. He can feel laughter in his belly and joy in his heart. While his mind may wander and his paws constantly twitch, his heart is the same joyful thing he was as a kit.
HISTORY,
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SPRINGCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Killed in the battle against PI when they invaded the SpringClan camp Date: 08/24/2020
Espressos are shots of coffee with strong levels of caffeine. They make you go-go-go, allow you the energy to do so and...then you crash later. This perfectly describes Espressoshot. He's all about go-go-go, of not stopping and having energy,...until he doesn't. Then he'll crash where ever he is, exhausted. Though, it never lasts long. His small size allows him to get into small spaces, but to also get stuck there. His chocolate brown fur is thick and covered in patches of white, with a mustache of white under his nose. Dark amber eyes complete the look, giving him this calm, adorable, and dark complex. But it's far from the truth. His mind is constantly racing, his eyes and ears darting to and fro, his paws and tail always twitching. It's ADHD, or Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Basically, he can never sit still, he talks, a lot, his mind races a mile a minute, he can't concentrate on anything, and worst of all, he's impulsive. Really, he just a forever kit.
HISTORY,
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WINTERCLAN Included: Apprentice/student Death: Murdered by Frigidpaw when he was accidentally believed to be an intruder Date: 08/24/2020
She's named for her fur being as white as ivory on the tips of magolias encircled with crowns of grey that start at the top of her cheeks and run till the tip of her tail. Ivorycrown possesses her father's eyes, amber gold and filled with pride. Anger finds her easily, filling her small body to the brim until she implodes. She cares not as to who or what she destroys in her wake only that she can be heard. After all, she's a noble by the MoonClan blood running through her veins. Her words are dangerous, just as her claws are sharp and her heart filled with pride. Ivorycrown is the product of a prideful and enraged tom named Peanutblossom, and a noble and an outcast she-cat named Ravencrypt. Her parents have never been true mates, only flings for times here and there, frustrating the she-cat to no end. She sees no point in doing anything half-heartedly or by chance. If there's no chance of a benefit for her she sees no point in participating in the activity. Its situations like her parents that drive her to frustration induced sarcasm, though that's partially all she speaks in as it is. Following the fall of the Survival Clans in the Great Flood, the she-cat lost her three adopted sons and moved to Primal Instinct. It is there that she now calls herself at home and lives as Ivory.
HISTORY,
She started life out in EarthClan, born to Peanutblossom and one of his many flings. She resented her father and was raised by her older half-sister. Seapaw did alls he could for the kit but it was enough. Ivorycrown became hateful and full of rage. Then she had a small change in her life. SHe adopted three sons, kits that were abandoned and in need of a family. She loved them, cared for them, and called them her own. Until the day of the Great Flood that destroyed the Survival Clans. She lost her family, her home, and her sons that day. Her life was shattered and she couldn't go back from that. Ivorycrown was found on the edge fo Primal Instinct's territory with the corpses of her sons. From that day forward she has been apart of Primal Instinct as a Hunter.
Ivory had a fling with Funk that produced kits, kits that didn't survive the season. A few moons later, after a fling with two different toms, she was pregnant again. This time she made a decision to send her kits to a clan, and as far away from her as possible. Clearly, she couldn't raise healthy and alive children. Her five children were split between SummerClan and DayClan. Maybe one day they'll meet again.
PREVIOUS HOMES
EARTHCLAN Position: Warrior/Queen
PRIMAL INSTINCT Position: Hunter Death: killed in the battle against SpringClan when PI invaded their camp Date: 08/24/2020
Grandsky is the product of his mother, Angelwings, and an unknown tom. He wasn't wanted by her, but he was by his uncle. Devilhorns has acted as his father since he was born, but always told them that they were his kits even if they weren't directly related. For most of his life, Grandsky never knew who his actual parents were and believed himself unworthy of being one of his uncle's. His uncle, Devilhorns, wouldn't tell them until his siblings and he had become warriors. Now the quiet, tall and strong tom has grown into a warrior worthy of being called one of Devilhorns' kits, even if he will never be directly blood-related to the tom. Grandsky will take saying he is the grotesque tom's kit over being Angelwing's. His fluffy grey and white fur reminds many of his mother as do his eyes, but his personality is all Devilhorns. This tom is quiet, respectable and seen as a fearsome cat. He leads his siblings as he has been taught by the strongest cat he has ever known, Devilhorns, and refuses to back down when he feels threatened. Grandsky will take a back seat in a problem, especially when it's not his, until he must step forward to end the situation. This tom will forever look towards the sky, stand as tall has he's been taught and lead those who need his guidance.
HISTORY,
Grandsky was raised by his uncle who saved him and his littermates from death at their mother's claws. The three of them believed until they were warrior age that their biological father was Devilhorns, when in truth he was their uncle and adopted father. This didn't change their opinion or views on their father, and even disowned the idea that Angelwings was their mother.
Their lives started in NightClan, but it soon became a hazard. Grandsky's mentor as an apprentice was his own mother, and he, without realizing it, became her perfect warrior. His siblings did not live up to her requirements and she began to hate them even more.
During this time, Devilhorns had joined a spy organization in DayClan. When PI took over the spy organization, Devilhorns sent his children running, trying to protect them. Littlesea was killed in her escape by her own mother's claw right in front of Devilhorns and Grandsky. Angelwings wasn't happy that her brother was sending her children away just as they were becoming useful as she'd rather they be dead then benefit someone else. Mightyearth escaped her claws, but his wounds killed him in the end. Grandsky was the only one to leave alive and escaped to MoonClan.
He'd originally chosen MoonClan as his new home because he'd fallen in love with a cat named Lostbutterfly who lived there. The two had thought they would become mates but in the end, it didn't work out.
Grandsky worked his way through the ranks of MoonClan to become apart of the Lunar Guard, and then to the captain of the guard. After he'd become the captain of the guard, a new cat joined the clan. That cat just so happened to be his father, Devilhorns.
Moons after his father had joined MoonClan, Grandsky began hanging out more with Pinesong. It seems like the two of them may fall in love. But it wouldn't be so.
From a fling, Grandsky had six kits. He plans to raise them just as Devilhorns raised him. During this time he found a new lover. Well a new possible lover, but what will come from it?
Well, he and his new lover were happy for a while. They two were content being loners, living out their lives and were even more excited when tehy learned they'd soon be parents. But it didn't last. She died during kitting and, realizing he couldn't raise tehy little ones alone, the tom carried the kits back to his birth home. On the way to NightClan, he came across a fox. The tom died from his injuries by the fox but his kits were safely delivered to NightClan to be raised as warriors and in their capable paws.
PREVIOUS HOMES
NIGHTCLAN Position: Apprentice
MOONCLAN Position: Lunar Guard/Warrior
LONER Death: Protecting his kits from a fox Date: 6 March 2021
Born and raised a kittypet, Lamb has known nothing but that way life. That is until she left it, well more like when it left her. Now she’s one of the original members of SwiftClan and mate to the first deputy of the clan, Beestripe. Her twolegs may have abandoned her, but her lover hasn’t and never will! At least that’s what she hopes. They went from roaming around SpringClan’s territory, after Beestripe left it for her, to members of the newly formed SwiftClan when the two lovers realized they couldn’t continue with their way of life for much longer as it was far too difficult. Poor Lamb is skittish and has trust issues after being abandoned by her twolegs who she believed loved and cared for her. Her kindness ha son bounds, but she weary about showing her emotions or even becoming close to anyone. It took a while for her to gain full trust in her mate and that happened only after her left his home, SpringClan for her. Hopefully—maybe—one day, she’ll find the courage to work towards being a more trusting cat. Maybe then she’ll feel like a true warrior and not an outcast who’s only apart of the clan because her mate is the deputy.
HISTORY,
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SWIFTCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Killed by her son Mistberry Date: 2 April 2021
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