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Born in the midst of winter, in the heart of the cold lands he calls home, Pineflurry has always felt at home among the evergreen forests dusted in snowflakes. The creatures that live here have always known the cold and harshness that winter brings to the land, and yet they all still manage to survive. Pineflurry is no different. This tom is as light-footed as a flurry of snowflakes. While his fur may not appear long, it's thick and manages to keep this stubborn tom alive in his freezing home. Pineflurry is partially deaf and believes it's due to his eyes being an icy blue. He may not be able to hear hawks in the distance or his clanmates right next to him over the sounds of a roaring storm, but it hasn't hindered him in the slightest. Plus, it's gotten him out of Blizzard Rescues his whole life as his clanmates don't see him as useful in the search for survivors. Pineflurry could never imagine having been born in a different territory or leaving the one he calls home. To him, this cold, winter wonderland is home and nothing could make him leave it. Unless order too of course, ever the loyal soldier.
HISTORY,
Pineflurry, after going on an unplanned date with Frostfire where he nearly died, signed up for the Blind Dating event with DayClan. His near-death experience for the millionth time, thanks to being partially death, made him realize that he'd like a kit to teach and call his own. He just hopes that Frostfire won't mind and that they can go one another date.
Thanks to the arranged marriage act, Pineflurry was mates with a she-cat named Orchardbreeze. They had one litter and during the kitting the she-cat passed. this left the tom be the father of three new little boys: Furorkit, Tempestkit, and Galekit. Sadly, Galekit soon followed his mother in death.
The tom lived to see his two surviving sons reach student age, and then died as a part of Roseshade's curse. The Witch was cursed to see tragedies every full moon and he was the first victim of the curse for he died while out helping her collect herbs near the Jagged Falls. The tom fell over the edge and to his death.
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WINTERCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Fell over the edge of the Jagged Falls Date: 28 Mar 2021
She's a ladybug, literally named for one. Small and dainty, Ladybug acts nothing like said ladybugs though. She's judgmental and self-important, demanding about everything, and a selfish little brat. This fluffy white she-cat with a cream orange around her face, bringing full attention to her startling blue eyes, is anything but a lady. She demands to be treated with the respect that she deserves--or so she thinks she deserves--, even going as far as to dish out revenge for even the smallest slights against her honor. Even more unladylike is her short temper and snotty attitude. Many will even say she is a "take crap, get hit" kind of gal. Striking first, and for the little of things. Insulted her choice of breakfast? Boom! Claws to the face. Not ladylike at all. But she'd been named that in hopes she would but. It failed. The bug part comes from her smaller size compared to her siblings. Like a ladybug compared to some of the other insects. The irony, she hates bugs. Absolutely terrified of them at that. Ladylike or not, she's become a pain in the tush.
HISTORY,
The she-cat lived her whole life in SunClan and never did anything great or worth noting. She was one of the children of Honeysplash and died while out with him and Dragonfly out in a twoleg nest. They ate some of the kittypet food left out, but none of them knew she was allergic to eggs which were in the food. She died having an allergic reaction to them. Ladybug now resides in the SunClan Isle where all of those who've died in SunClan go.
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SunClan Position: Warrior Death: Allergic reaction to twoleg food that contained Eggs, aka what she's allergic too Date:
Strawberrymilk with her cinnamon strawberry cream fur and chocolate milk brown eyes is far too adorable! Her fur is so peachy it takes on a pinkish coloring, giving way to her name. The smoothness of her fur blesses her with the second portion of her name, milk. With a name like that, it's no wonder, she's so small, cute, and adorable. While she'd love to grow taller and move out of cute to beautiful, this poor she-cat never will. As she grows, her fur remains fluffy and smooth to the touch, and her eyes a soft milk brown. These qualities have given her the grace and eloquence of a Dutchess and allowed her to grow as a negotiator. She uses her appearance to deceive people and push her policies through. A true little politician who sees opportunities and takes them by the claw. The only downside is, when she doesn't get her way or she's overlooked due to her small and adorable size, she becomes angry. Almost like soured milk. Hot-headed, but clever, Strawberrymilk has come a long way in her life using only her wits. She wouldn't dare lift a claw if she could get someone else to do it for her! How else would she keep her fur so smooth and soft? This Duchess has learned the ropes of the world early and uses all that knowledge to get her way. If the royal courts were still around as they were in BrookClan all those moons ago, she'd be working her way up the social ladder to Empress instead of remaining a mere Duchess in status.
HISTORY,
The she-cat didn't live much of a life. She dealt with the cats her father once ran with, those obsessed with Bengals, but didn't do much after being kidnapped and escaping from them. They didn't want her as anything more than a slave since she wasn't appearance-wise, a Bengal. So why would she, a princess in her mind, want anything to do with them? No her great down fall was insulting Brakewings after he was demoted from medicine cat. His mentor Yellowmoon, turned out to be a Dark Forest cat and not a StarClan cat and lead him astray. Strawberrymilk insulted him for that, for being less trusted than even Foxstar as medicine cat, and much more. So he killed her.
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DAYCLAN Position: WARRIOR Death: Killed by Brakewings for insulting him Date: ? Feb 2021
Limbs thin and long, eyes piercing and bright, Spiderbranch is a strange cat to look upon. He lives up to the eerie name of Spiderbranch with his long fangs and longer limbs, fur a dark brown with crisscrosses of black and eyes so yellow they could belong to an owl. Anger constantly courses his thin form, ruffling the short hairs on his body and making his bite more poisonous than before. The littlest thing can set him off, like commenting on his hunting skills or calling him old. Once angered beware, he'll strike quickly and without warning whether with words or fangs depends on the offense. Spiderbranch is not just anger, he's loving and devoted. It's not something you'd expect from him but he loves wholeheartedly with his whole being and nothing less. This tom has known love only a few times in his life, but they all believed him too much and left him. Heartbroken, he shied away from all, becoming grumpy and old with age. Soured by life, he lives alone. One day, maybe with enough hope and prayers, he could find one to love him as he is. For the grumpy, angry, loving, devoted tom he has always been.
HISTORY,
The poor, old tom has been forced into an arranged marriage with Suncuddler by Lilacpaw. And told that any kits they have will belong to her. But now that they've had kits, no one knows what to do as Lilacpaw doesn't want them any more and Suncuddler wants to take them to SunClan , and poor Spriderbranch has no idea what to doo with kits but tell them to sit quietly and don't move.
Spiderbranch has had an affair with Bleedingheart. They now have a litter of kits together that she will be raising in SunClan but will bring them by to visit their father and develop a relationship with him. Maybe he can do a better job with this litter than he did with his first one.
Sadly, that relationship he hoped to have with his litter with Bleedingheart won't be happening. The tom was murdered by his wife Suncuddler in the middle of camp. She claimed he was abusive, cruel, and tacked on the fact that he cheated on her with Bleedingheart.
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DAYCLAN Position: warrior, maverick class Death: murdered Date: 3 Mar 2021
Glaring yellow orbs, dark grey-brown fur with streaks of white, make up a tom worthy of the title Polarblast. He's a storm of his mother's making, a fierce soldier that follows orders to a T. This tom was raised more as a warrior than as child, born to a mother that never imagined herself having kits but when she did, she turned them into her perfect soldiers. Or as perfect as they could be with flaws at every corner. Where his siblings continued to disappoint their mother time after time, Polarblast succussed in being her personal suck-up. Quick to report on his siblings to their mother, or even other kits not related to him to theirs, he became known as a tattle-tale to all the cats in the clan. Because of the teasing and lack of friends that followed his excessive reporting of his siblings and other kits, Polarblast became cold and distant. He had no friends and told everyone he didn't care that he didn't as long as he was the best. This mamma's boy has always been her perfect soldier and to many a grumpy brat that seemed like he had a pinecone stuck up his butt. It's pretty bad when your own siblings don't like you too much.
HISTORY,
Ever the momma's boy and perfect soldier, it was shocking when he signed up for the Blind Dating Event with DayClan. His thoughts were that he could help with WinterClan's lack of kits by participating and thus help increase their numbers. Mother did not agree with his idea, even if he did claim that he wouldn't claim the kits as his. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that most of his littermates also participated in the event.
As a result of the Blind Dating Event with DayClan, Poalrblast now has three children. Kits he refuses to claim as his own though and even gathered the family in order to publicly disown them. Which did not go well. His mother practically disowned him for what he'd done, producing kits with mixed blood. She clearly declared him no longer her favorite and it broke the poor tom. If he wasn't her golden child, her perfect warrior, her little soldier, than who was he?
He has looked at taking Jaguarpaw as his mate in order to please mother with her pure blood status, but has also become friends with mixed blood Rosettepaw in that time. Where do his feelings truly lie? In what way? Who will he chose? Why? With Jaguarpaw, he'd be gaining back his life that he once knew, or at least being accepted back in to his mother's good graces and not pushed to the side. But with Rosettepaw, as friends...or more, he'd never see that side of his mother again. So what does he do?
Polarblast challenged Jaguarblood to a divorce in the WinterClan mini-plot (Jan 19th 2021). He wishes to divorce hismate Jaguarblood and become mates with Rosettelatte who he has finally realized he has feelings for.
The tom has been trying recently to rekindle his relationship with his one and online daughter, Nightfreeze. It hasn’t gone well as the she-cat wants nothing to do with him but he’s still trying. By luck or the grace of Lord Borealis, he has been gifted as the mentor for one of his grandchildren, Swiftpaw. Now if only Nightfreeze was okay with that setup and not trying to keep the two separated all the time. She won’t even allow him to interact with his other grandchildren.
While training Swiftpaw, his favorite grandson and only grandchild he really has a relationship with, he was killed by a bear. The two came across the animal while out training. They were followed by Speckledpaw, Swiftpaw's sister, who was also injured during the incident. Luckily Speckledpaw and Swiftpaw survived the incident but Polarblast did not.
PREVIOUS HOMES
WINTERCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Killed by a bear while out on a training session with his grandson, Swiftpaw protecting the student Date: 26 October 2021
Life didn't start out all that great for Eveningrose. At only two months of age, she and her family were attacked by a wild dog. It left them fatherless and injured. This dilute calico is missing a front leg from that dreadful day, but from there it took a turn for the better. Though the poor she-cat was confined to the medicine cat den when she first arrived, even delayed her apprenticeship due to her injury, Eveningroe has only smiled. They were blessed to survive where her father hadn't, blessed to find a new home where many wouldn't have, blessed to still be able to walk even when missing a leg. This kit was adapted well to both clan life and being three-legged. To her, it was as natural as breathing. It probably helped that she'd lost the leg so early in life, but Eveningrose saw it as a blessing that she was even able to walk at all. This amber eyed cat is just full of positivity and optimistic as can be, it's her nature, her way of life. Her mother is Lavendersprig and her father was Branches, they started life as loners as did their kits until the attack. Eveningrose was born alongside Frostedsea, Sundance, Branchtwist, and Smokeglass.
HISTORY,
Eveningrose lost her front left leg at only two months old due to a dog attack. Her family lost their home, their peace of mind and the kits' father that day. Lavendersprig moved her litter to a nearby clan in hopes that they would be able to survive and prosper.
Life has been good since then. Her family have all disappeared. She believes her mother left in the night to go back to the life she knows as a loner. And her siblings may have participated in the apprentice exchange and just never chose to return. She takes it in stride though and merely hopes they are living, thriving, and happy. Eveningpaw has done just that. Thirved here in SpringClan. She loves it here and could never dream of leaving it.
While out hunting, the three legged she-cat was attacked by a tamed dog. Lucky was on her side though and Bravebear was in the area and able to rescue the terrified she-cat. She'd frozen at the sound, sight , and presence of the beast. But with his help, she'd managed to escape up a tree where she was safe.
Eveningrose and Bravebear are now mates. They connected with the dog incident and continued to fall in love from there. The two seem perfect for the other, a sweet couple, but life has yet to test them.
Eveningrose passed away during winter due to an illness.
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SPRINGCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Illness Date: 26 October 2021
Fear. It consumes me. Shadows stalk me. Eyes are constantly watching me. My name is Corpseflower, and I'm scared of my own shadow. I hear the voices, the whispers of those around me and those not there. I see the gazes of those who stare, who watch me. I feel their presence with me everywhere I go, and yet I can't shake them Paranoid is what they call me, I just think I'm sensible. I mean, who just finds a litter of kits out in the territory and claims they'll be safe in WinterClan. Shouldn't that raise some alarms in you? It did for me, and I've been waiting ever since for the claws to fall. Clearly, someone was watching us, waiting to strike. Why wouldn't they? How couldn't they? Our mother promised she'd be back and then another cat showed up. Ravensara found us so easily, so quickly. My fears have crippled me. My anxieties have crippled me. If not for my sheer determination to survive, I'd be dead multiple times over. Failure can't be a possibility, I refuse to die until I find out who or what is after us. I trust no one, very few shall ever get close to me before I push them away.
This brown tabby is paranoid, anxious and an overall mess. Her eyes are dark amber, nearly honey brown in color, and constantly darting all over the place. She hears voices that aren't there, and ones that are there. Every day, her fur is standing on end, roughed in fear. Time and again, she's groomed herself so much that she's balded in spots from her anxiety. Isnomic and unable to stay asleep, she wonders the area in search of answers. Constantly asking why, but no one replies to her inquiries. She questions the world she's grown to know, wondering about her life before and why she ended up here. Fearing there's an alternative meaning to her life that she won't like, to why she was brought here to be raised as a WinterClan cat instead of staying with her mother.
HISTORY,
Found by Ravesara as a kit, this little one has been apart of WinterClan ever since. But she's been skeptical about why she was left there and found by WinterClan. Constantly waiting for the other claw to drop, the she-cat stays on edge even within the clan's camp. She's worried that she'd do something to deserve being kicked out of the can, but also fears that someone is watching her, all the time.
Due to the arranged marriage act, she was paired with Dealfinder. The two now have kits named Shadowkit, Warykit, Anxiouskit, Murderedkit, and Watchedkit. Sadly, one Shadowkit and Anxiouskit survived. Though many suspect that Corpseflower and Dealfinder actually killed the other kits, but no one can prove it.
Corpseflower and Dealfinder died together. Corpseflower was having a moment in which she was hearing more voices than normal, they drove her up the mountain and towards Lover's Peak. She didn't realize where she was, but her mate found her known the less, They two ended up fighting and arguing and falling over the edge of the mountainside.
PREVIOUS HOMES
NAME OF WINTERCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Dealfinder and her fell over the mountain edge at Lover's Peak during one of Corpseflower's psychotic moments when she thought she was hearing voices Date: 26 October 2021
The dew on a leaf slides slowly down, patiently in a perfect path, uncaring of the direction or the how. But not Dewshine. She's named for those dewdrops, patient and slow, small and dainty. Though she's nothing like them. Impulsive, easily distracted, fidgeting Dewshine is nothing like the dewdrops she's named after that's for sure. She's been told it's ADHD, but she's not sure she believes them, but whatever. She'll believe the cat in the puddle, her own reflection thank you very much! Does the fact that she loves to stare into puddles at her gorgeous calico self mean she's narssistic? Maybe, but why does that matter? So what if she gets lost in her own sky blue eyes, and loves to stare at the gorgeous she-cat looking back at her from the reflecting puddle. Dewshine was taken in by Seablssom and Crownglass when as a kit, she randomly appeared in FallClan. She can't remember how she got there, might be her short memory issues from her ADHD, but she's been apart of FallClan ever since. Even met her best friend Froggy there, a fellow lover of staring into puddles. Dewshine has taken to collecting any precious leaf she finds to gift to her friend as he seems to love leaves to lay on, especially maple ones. She's a strange cat, but how she came to Fallclan was just as strange so it shouldn't be a surprise.
HISTORY,
Adopted by Crownglass and Seablossom, with her siblings Illusionking and Maskmoon. Their litter is older than the parent's current litter (kits) but younger than their first litter (apprentice age). Thus making them the middle litter, or inbetween litter.
As a kit, Dewshine came across a frog in camp. It was after a heavy rainfall the night before, and she'd come out of the nursery to perform her favorite pass time. Picking the nearest, clearest, and largest puddle to stare into, she found a frog doing just that. So she kept him as her pet and named him Froggy. They two are often seen staring into a puddle with Dewshine tell him all her problems and holding conversations with him as though he'll reply.
When the frog dies, one of her adoptive parents replaces him before she can notice. She has been through five frogs in her lifetime so far.
Dewshine died while out on a hunting patrol after getting distracted looking at her own reflection and falling into the river and drowning.
PREVIOUS HOMES
NAME OF FALLCLAN Position: Nursery Aid Death: Drowned after getting distracted by her own reflection while out on patrol Date: 29 November 2021
Seal point medium fur, mostly white with the markings of brown upon his face, tail and paws; blue eyes, like water from the river, and fur so fluffy he practically looks like a cloud. That is the appearance of Vividrapture, but his personality, now that is a whole other thing. Handsome and charming and soft as he appears, most know him as this stutter, awkward, goofy mess. He's quiet and hardly speaks, but when he does, he stumbles over his words trying to say to much or over explain something, which in the end, doesn't make sense at all. It's a curse, especially around she-cats. For then, the poor tom is even worse with his words and a blush always appears on his face. The mere sight of just watching him speak to a she-cat has many cats living in secondhand embarrassment. It awful to watch, and for a cat that wants a family, that sense of love and laughter and happiness, it's amazing how he can't speak to a she-cat to save his life. So with that in mind, it's no wonder he tends to just sit back and observe more than interact with others. Originally it was to save him the embarrassment, and then later it was to try and improve his social skills, now he's just accepted that he enjoys observing. That skill lead to long walks in nature and finding the wonder there. To see how the world interacts, the animals, plants, and creatures of the world. It was fascinating, especially to a cat that fails at that one natural sense of interaction that some many others easily achieve. Vividrapture found his love for family within his own family, and furthered that love when he'd be tasked with watching the kits of the clan as an apprentice. They never judged him for his lack of social skills and enjoyed the stories he'd tell about nature and the world outside of camp. It became his one place where he felt welcome, caring for kits and showing them what awaited them as apprentices and warriors. So while he fears the day of having a mate, due to his awkwardness and shy nature around she-cats, but he longs for the chance of kits and a family like the one he sees in his own and all those around him in WinterClan. Vividrapture is the son of Seasplash and Cardinalglow, brother to Windsweptsoul, Devinefevor, and Pyrrhicwisdom. His uncles are Dizzyspell and Icedragon, and his grandfather is Smokesignal.
HISTORY,
The tom has agreed to be the surrogate for Cloudywinter and Flickeringflames. He wishes to act as kind of an uncle for them when they are born as well and is fully ready to relinquish claims to them as his kits.
The tom and his family have disappeared. No one knows where they went.
PREVIOUS HOMES
WINTERCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Disappeared along with the rest of his family Date: 3 September 2021
SunClan is full of odd cats. Look at it's religion, Foxstar, Bloodystar, just look around. The clan is a mess and a home to many odd cats. Cinderbandit is no exception. Since he was a kit, this grey and white tom has collected all kinds of odd trinkets. A bottlecap, funnily-shaped stones, and even a crow's feather at one point. That's just one of his oddities. Collecting strange items is enough for cats to think he's weird, but he also proves he's not as stupid as he looks, and most of the time, he acts pretty stupid. It's at odd moments that these random spouts of intelligence show through. Times such as to not wonder over a certain rock pile because it's not as stable as it looks or to only step on certain rocks in that pile to make it to safety. Or there's the fact that he's good at riddles and math but can't seem to tell you why the weather happens or not to rush a mouse without scaring it away. But those moments are few and far between, and thus few cats see his true intelligence. It's probably because of how stupid this poor jade green eyed tom acts that his older siblings treat him like a baby. Wistfulsphinx acts like his mother and babies him at every chance she gets. And he doesn't mind, most of the time. When she or Mottledheart team up to baby him, he retaliates with some mischievous pranks and jokes befitting his role as the second youngest in the litter. So to him, that's a win and keeps things fair. And if others face his pranks some days, that's on them for messing with him. Most of the time his pranks and jokes are harmless and played in good fun, but there's been a few times were they're a little cruel and those tend to be moments where he shows off his intelligence. Cinderbandit doesn't hold grudges because he gets his revenge pretty quickly and if he doesn't, then he tends to forget about it. Easily distracted by shining things or random things, his collection of trinkets always seems to be growing. Its so unique that the kits love it when he brings a few things out here and there for them to mess with. In all honesty, you can't really be sure what to expect from Cinderbandit. Stupidity or intelligence, trinkets-galore, pranks and mischief, and much, much more. You just gotta get to know him to decide who he is. The smart cat you see rarely, or this dumb child most see everyday. Is he the odd ball, or just the one who stays out of the spotlight by acting one way and only showing his true colors when needed? Who's to say?
HISTORY,
The tom and his sister disappeared one day when they were picked up by twolegs. The two now live as kittypets and Cinderbandit has all the trinkets he could have desired.
PREVIOUS HOMES
SUNCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Kidnapped by twolegs and became a kittypet, died as one Date: 26 October 2021
She is the last of the litter, the youngest of the late Featherstorm and the sole survivor of the whitecough that took the rest of her siblings. Cranekit is small in size, light but solid grey in color with the eyes of dying grass. She's a determined little thing and stubborn as can be, as expected of someone who survived their bout with whitecough at such a young age. While Featherstorm, her mother, and her two litter mates, Stormkit and Falconkit, died from the illness, she survived, and for that, the little she-cat thinks she's destined for greatness. Specifically as the next medicine cat of the clan. Oh, how wrong she is. Cranekit thinks that just because one survives an illness like whitecough as kit, that they must be destined to hold the position of medicine cat. But she never will. Her belief in StarClan may be strong, her determination strong, but she is not fit for the role and thus will never be chosen. Now if only the grey she-cat would accept that. Cranekit is bitter, jealous, and resentful that another was chosen for the role she believes belongs to her. Don't they see how nice she is? How caring and kind? They see her, just not the her she wants them too. The clan doesn't see her as caring and kind, sweet and nice and perfect for the role. No, they see the true Cranekit who is jealous, bitter, determined, fakes her niceness, competitive by nature, and sarcastic. While she may love her family, her clan, and the ocean in their territory, Cranekit is not a candidate to ever be a medicine cat and she refuses to accept that fact.
HISTORY,
The only kit in a litter of three to survive a bout of whitecough. It took her two siblings Stormkit and Falconkit as well as the life of her mother Featherstorm. She was left in the care of her older siblings, Birchstep and Badgertooth, born from a previous litter by Featherstorm. Her father is unknown and it's not known at this time if she even shares the same father as Badgertooth and Birchstep, only that they have the same mother.
Cranepaw wants to be the next medicine cat, she believes because she survived while the rest of her litter and mother didn't that she's destined for the role. It is for this reason that she's been bothering and begging the medicine cat Vulturemalice since she became an apprentice. She chose the path of a garden keep apprentice because she believed it would help her to learn about herbs and collecting them so that she'd be a more valuable choice as the medicine cat apprentice.
SummerClan was taken over by NightClan and with that new leadership and a new medicine cat. Cranepaw began bothering this new medicine cat Pinesimmer and became annoyed by her and poisoned her.
PREVIOUS HOMES
SUMMERCLAN Position: Apprentice Death: killed by Pinesimmer via poison for being annoying and demanding to be the medicine cat apprentice Date: 26 October 2021
What is love? Love is a fragile thing, sickly really. So easily broken, yet cherished by so many. We're always seeking out love but not everyone fights for it as they should. Lovearrow is a beautiful white she-cat that radiates the essence of love but is just as easily broken as love is. Her crystal clear green eyes shine when she sees her clanmates in love and happy, but breaks when there is heartbreak and sorrow. This she-cat is a consent person in the medicine cat's den with a heart condition she developed just after becoming an apprentice; she believes that it is effected by the amount of love in the clan, but that's not true. Far too easily this she-cat falls in love and one day, that shall be her down fall. Obsessed with the idea of love she seeks it from every Tom she comes across, no matter who they are or if they’re taken. She believes that she deserves love far more than anyone else causing her to be arrogant and self-centered. Lovearrow wishes to be a mother above anything else because the love of a kit is so pure and innocent that it fills her with joy to see it. Her obsession of love has led her to become easily attached to any tom she meets, believing them to be the one in her life. Then when her heart’s broken, she blames the pain as apart of her heart condition and flees to the medicine cat’s den. Lovearrow loves easily, but let’s go with far more difficulty.
HISTORY,
Lovepaw participated in the Apprentice Exchange program and was sent to SummerClan. Upon her return, she came back pregnant to a clan that had just been attacked by another. She cares not though for she believes with new kits in the mix, the clan will have more love to it and thus be stronger. Poor messed up minded Lovepaw, believing love will fix everything, including her heart condition.
Still obsessed with Chimerastar, it was a surprise to some that she ended up pregnant with another tom’s kits. Antkit and Mothkit are the results of a fling, their father having disappeared once used informed him she was pregnant. Now matter, she had kits and they were the true essence of love.
Lovearrow was killed by Chimerastar after contracting rabies. She contracted rabies when she encountered a fox while out looking for Chimerastar. She found him, but it resulted in her life-ending. The tom killed her after she showed signs of rabies and thus was killed by the tom she was obsessed with.
PREVIOUS HOMES
SWIFTCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Contracted rabies while out looking for Chimerastar, the tom killed her Date:
Blue eyes draw you in. They're filled with passion and joy, and hold a competitive spirit. This orange tabby she-cat has white reaching from her jaw through her underbelly. It makes the top of her pelt look as though its on fire with her orange coloring. Thus giving her her name of Blueflame. Her eyes are what draws a cat in first, her whole life told in their mists, but is her sociable nature that keeps them near. While her paws may trip her up, they have not led her astray in life...so far at least. Blueflame is an energetic cat filled with life and happiness. She found love early in her life and has been grateful ever since. Being a firm believer in StarClan, she worships the ground they walk on and can only imagine a day where she's half the warrior they were.
HISTORY,
The two lovers have had two litters of kits. The first didn’t all make it to apprentices or warriors. But then Blueflame learned she was pregnant again. The family of three, Poisonrush, Blueflame, and Bramblepaw, had cheered for the idea of new arrivals. But an incident that happened early in the pregnancy, before anyone knew she was pregnant, lead to none of the kits surviving. The day Blueflame learned she was pregnant she’d just helped rescue a kit that wandered into the thunder path between FallClan and SummerClan. She was struck by the monster coming across but luckily the kit was okay. Sadly, moons later her own kits she was unknowingly pregnant with at the time would not share the same fate. A few survived a day or two but not any longer than that.
Blueflame passed away from heartbreak not long later. She never recovered from losing two litters of kits and believing the second time that it was her fault.
PREVIOUS HOMES
FALLCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Heartbreak Date: 26 October 2021
Ink is used for many things but most importantly, to write down all the stories, lore's, and legends of past. It tells of tales of strength, justice, and purity. Myths of greatness, defeats, and victory. Legends of kings, mystics, and knights. It is knowledge written to be remembered, revisited, and rejoiced. And for one car, is it how she lives her life. Inklore enjoys stories of all kinds but more importantly she wants to record them all. Every conversation, every action, every thought, dream, and reality. She desires for the world of the future to know of the past, for the legends, tales, and myths to be recorded for those to come and remembered by those of the past. Calico fur tells it's own story. A plant-paint stained tail tip, claws constantly covered in dirt, gold eyes red-rimmed and exhausted from being up late each night. She's a fluffy mess but one with a mission in mind. Everything is written about, like a diary of her life, and those around her. Her knowledge is focused on her family, their troubles, and the clan they call home. She writes the stories, normally so caught up in her writing that she doesn't notice the world, her hunger, or her exhaustion. Inklore is a mystery even to her own family, barely has any friends and most cats hardly speak to her. She is known as odd, weird, and lost to random words sketched into the ground at her paws or painted upon rocks hidden away at the Hidden Pond. The problem is, her words never make sense. They are half-finished sentences, ideas never completed or changed mid-word. Nothing flows together and it makes her appear crazy, and many believe she is. In reality, she's thinking faster than her poor claws and tail-tip can keep up with. Her lips can't keep up with the speed either and words are practically useless to her for nothing ever comes out making sense when she does choose to speak. More often than not, she has conversations with words scratched into the dirt like a mute. The only one who seems to be able to understand her broken speech is her sibling Poembreaker. Maybe it's the way the words are placed and the nature of how they're spoken. Maybe Poembreaker takes them as poems and translates them into her own understanding. And maybe neither is truly understanding the other and only believes they are. It's a mystery, she's a mystery. But stories, legends, and more will be remembered for years to come. If only she could learn to slow down long enough to transcribe them to understanding.
HISTORY,
The she-cat had a brief chance at love with Divedescent before she passed away.
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DAYCLAN Position: Warrior Death: Illness Date: 29 November 2021
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HISTORY,
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The quick, brown fox jumps over a lazy dog. DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps. Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex! Fox nymphs grab quick-jived waltz. Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz. How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. Quick, Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs! "Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box. Quick brown dogs jump over the lazy fox. The jay, pig, fox, zebra, and my wolves quack! Blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump. Joaquin Phoenix was gazed by MTV for luck. A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog. Watch "Jeopardy!", Alex Trebek's fun TV quiz game. Woven silk pyjamas exchanged for blue quartz. Brawny gods just
HISTORY,
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The quick, brown fox jumps over a lazy dog. DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps. Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex! Fox nymphs grab quick-jived waltz. Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz. How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. Quick, Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs! "Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box. Quick brown dogs jump over the lazy fox. The jay, pig, fox, zebra, and my wolves quack! Blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump. Joaquin Phoenix was gazed by MTV for luck. A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog. Watch "Jeopardy!", Alex Trebek's fun TV quiz game. Woven silk pyjamas exchanged for blue quartz. Brawny gods just
HISTORY,
The quick, brown fox jumps over a lazy dog. DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps. Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex! Fox nymphs grab quick-jived waltz. Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz. How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. Quick, Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs! "Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box. Quick brown dogs jump over the lazy fox. The jay, pig, fox, zebra, and my wolves quack! Blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump. Joaquin Phoenix was gazed by MTV for luck. A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog. Watch "Jeopardy!", Alex Trebek's fun TV quiz game. Woven silk pyjamas exchanged for blue quartz. Brawny gods just
The quick, brown fox jumps over a lazy dog. DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps. Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex! Fox nymphs grab quick-jived waltz. Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz. How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. Quick, Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs! "Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box. Quick brown dogs jump over the lazy fox. The jay, pig, fox, zebra, and my wolves quack! Blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump. Joaquin Phoenix was gazed by MTV for luck. A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog. Watch "Jeopardy!", Alex Trebek's fun TV quiz game. Woven silk pyjamas exchanged for blue quartz. Brawny gods just
HISTORY,
The quick, brown fox jumps over a lazy dog. DJs flock by when MTV ax quiz prog. Junk MTV quiz graced by fox whelps. Bawds jog, flick quartz, vex nymphs. Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex! Fox nymphs grab quick-jived waltz. Brick quiz whangs jumpy veldt fox. Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack. Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim. Quick zephyrs blow, vexing daft Jim. Sex-charged fop blew my junk TV quiz. How quickly daft jumping zebras vex. Two driven jocks help fax my big quiz. Quick, Baz, get my woven flax jodhpurs! "Now fax quiz Jack!" my brave ghost pled. Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box. Quick brown dogs jump over the lazy fox. The jay, pig, fox, zebra, and my wolves quack! Blowzy red vixens fight for a quick jump. Joaquin Phoenix was gazed by MTV for luck. A wizard’s job is to vex chumps quickly in fog. Watch "Jeopardy!", Alex Trebek's fun TV quiz game. Woven silk pyjamas exchanged for blue quartz. Brawny gods just
