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MARQUESS
GOLDENLION ❅ RACER The powerful tom commands respect from his clan-mates, without so much as a whispered word. His cold gaze is enough to silence most that oppose him. Goldenlion has an intimidating stature. He is tall with broad-shoulders that is covered in a velvet layer of long grey fur. Streaks of stark white intertwine with the gray, like clouds hovering in a mountain range. The intense gaze of his yellow eyes flecked with green, are enough to stop most cats in their tracks. His large muscular body is part of the reason that cats are so intimidated by his presence, but the true secret lies in the way he carries himself and his decisive actions. When Goldenlion makes a threat, he will go through with it with all the brutality that it entails. He leaves no room for doubt in the minds of his clan-mates, that he means every word that he utters. A lion always pay their debts. Goldenlion was once the leader of WinterClan, although he doesn't remember that. He was reborn into a rouge family, a chance to redeem himself granted to him by StarClan so that he may share his wisdom and experience to guide WinterClan into a better future. He stumbled into WinterClan's territory while out hunting, and began having visions and flashbacks of his former life. Unable to explain why he was drawn to this place, he joined the clan as a runaway in the hopes that more will be revealed to him soon. MARQUESS OF DIAMONDSTAR FLOWERS:yellow archangel, spring snowflake, alpenrose, primrose
HAWTHORNBERRY ❅ SIMPLYLIGHT Unruly, disorganized, beloved by many. There are many ways to describe this sun-filled soul, but those are probably the best words. Tenderness falls from this tom like crisp leaves in the autumn breeze, making him a natural at his former job. His heart is pure, kind, gentle, and loyal to his clanmates. However, while there are many wonderful qualities about him, there are things that the clan sometimes has to look over. For one, he is extremely scattered. Hawthornberry is incredibly intelligent and knows the duties of a medicine cat like the back of his paw, but he tends to leave the herb storage a mess and a trail wherever he goes. When switching to soldier duties in Winterclan, he would often forget where he left his prey. It is difficult to become irritated with him, though, because of his golden innocence. His bright personality outshines his looks. While he is handsome in a rugged, tattered kind of way, Hawthornberry truly earned his name with his appearances. His fur sticks out like the leaves of a hawthorn tree, scattered and spiked into clumps at times. He tries to groom it out to the best of his ability, but there is only so much you can do. His almond-shaped eyes are dark like bark on branches and his unruly fur is just a shade lighter with dark tabby stripes faded into the mess. Occasionally, you can see tufts of ivory fur, which is the color of a hawthorn's blooms. Him and his siblings were born into Fallclan, but their mother died a few moons after their birth due to whitecough. Since then, Hawthornberry had always felt called to be a medicine cat. He served Fallclan for a few moons before tragedy struck the clan. He then felt called to a new life in a different clan so he traveled over to Winterclan. Along the way, he met a few abandoned kits and took them under his wing. He is the adopted father of Rowanfrost, Junipervixen, Woodweasel, Redbudpetal, and Coffeecoat. MARQUESS OF BLIZZARDGLOW FLOWERS:yellow archangel, hepatica, edelweiss, germander speedwell
HAWTHORNCROWN ❅ OCEANIX The hawthorn tree standing strong in solitude. Long lethal looking thorns protect the fragile innocence blossoms that bloom in the near the end of spring. Like the beautiful blossoms that decorate the hawthorn tree. Hawthorncrown is decorated in a solid slate grey color similar to the bark of the tree. Dotting her pelt like blossom petals are touches of soft faded orange. Her eyes the faded sunshine of the winter sun. Like the thorns that protect the fragile beautiful blossoms of the hawthorn tree, Hawthorncrown's works hard to protect her heart. Being alone since birth she is a cautious about making permanent personal connections with others. It doesn't stop her from being the adaptive to situations. In social situations she is a lively, charismatic soldier mingling with her comrades. A great listener she is willing to listen to others problems and help apply her own knownledge to help create solutions. Along with her knownledge Hawthorncrown is a brilliant cat that attempts to solve all the problems of the world surrounding her. While she is an excellent sincere friend who tries to fix all their problems. Hawthorncrown can fall prey to out burst of anger when over stressed. MARQUESS OF BLIZZARDGLOW FLOWERS:yellow archangel, spring snowflake, orchid, primrose
PALEBRIAR ❅ IAN LIFE'S TO SHORT TO EVEN CARE AT ALL. I'M LOSING MY MIND, LOSING MY MIND, LOSING CONTROL Have you ever felt like you didn't fit? Like the cage that is your ribs was not made big enough to hold all of the life that they are supposed to? Have you ever seen your reflection and felt a twinge of self-hate? Have you ever felt like your body shouldn't be yours, that you are disconnected to it, that your soul is only barely tethered to a prison of flesh? So has Palebriar, a feline who feels chronically like they've never been right. THESE FISHES IN THE SEA, THEY'RE STARING AT ME They can't really explain why, though, at least not immediately. They lack the language to truly express the feelings in their chest. It is a strange one, something that comes from deep within their very core. They don't use the language of being born in the wrong body, their philosophy is how can a body be wrong, but at the same time, they don't feel as if this one is right. They never have. Perhaps this came from a kithood where they were allowed to explore the masculine side of their personality. Well, allowed is a strong word. They claimed their masculine personality, and other cats, they either accepted it or they didn't. For moons, cats tried to force them to be more feminine. They tried to make them into the good woman they thought Palebriar needed to be. After so long, though, it was a universal decision to give up. Palebriar began to do what they wanted, which was to defy gender roles. Perhaps, if the cats had been better at confining them to femininity, their feeling of displacement wouldn't be so strong. Perhaps, though, this is not the case. IF I COULD FIND AWAY TO SEE THIS STRAIGHT Perhaps they would have been given the same fate despite it all. Even if they lived a normal girl's life, perhaps they would still not be the she-cat that they were assigned to be. They consider this probably more often than is healthy, the things that led up to the moment in which they currently live. I'D RUN AWAY TO A FORTUNE THAT I SHOULD HAVE FOUND, BY NOW They consider a lot of things, as their mind is constantly working. They are a cat of strategy, one who plays life as if it was a game of chess. They prefer to stay at least two steps ahead, preferably more. It is almost obsessive, how much they try to stay ahead of their opponents. This is simply because the only thing they pride themselves in is their brain AND SO I RUN NOW TO THE THINGS THEY SAY COULD RESTORE ME If they weren't intelligent, what would they be? Nothing more than a set of bones that they don't connect to, a soul who bares pain like deep wounds. Being on top of things, at least, gives them a way to get out of their head, get out of the whispers in their brain. It is almost problematic how much they value their own intelligence; after all, making it their defining feature only dehumanizes others who do not have such talent. Palebriar considers this, too, more than they should. They question the world constantly, spend their life searching for equality and fighting oppression. Yet, at the same time, they can be an oppressor. They can be a weight that it is far too easy to suffocate under. It is strange, how a feline could be both the oppressed and oppressor, the victim and the perpetrator. They do the best they can, though, to be just, accepting. To use the life they were given to make change. RESTORE LIFE THE WAY IT SHOULD BE Palebriar is a mostly white cat with brown patches on their ears and face. Such patches also trail down their spine and tail. Palebriar's eyes are a deep chocolate. I'M WAITING FOR THIS COUGH SYRUP TO COME DOWN. MARQUESS OF DIAMONDSTAR FLOWERS:yellow archangel, edelweiss, primrose
KNIGHTS
BARRENFROST ❅ FAITH StarClan put me on this planet to show all the other cats how to live in it. I am a God among animals, a genius given remedial tasks, I am an under used force, but soon enough I'll prove my worth. I am a God, that much I believe, my brothers and I are different than the other cats, stronger. WinterClan blood is greying. Whatever blood I have, wherever I may have came from, that is the blood of Gods. I was told I was abandoned at the border, but I was brought there for a reason and it's to rule this clan. Goldenstar is far too charitable to the morons that roam this clan which is a good thing he was blessed with my family. My family and I have hemmingway paws, all except for my sister. I have snow leopard like markings with a ringed plumed tail and cobalt blue eyes that are icy white in the center. My job is to punish the sinners of this world and lead my family to our rightful place as kings of the mountains. I may talk a lot about my brothers, but Violahope is just as useful. Calling her a servant, but would be doing her a disservice, she's more of a demonic entity that will snap a cats neck on our say so. If anything we're the lucky ones to have her. Greysin and Stygianblack aren't followers either, we're equals, I just participate in leading while they can focus on gaining intel and breaking limbs to show we mean business. We may not be Goldenstar's by blood, but by the way we look up to the guy you would think so. We're not the typical, "I'm God, let's overthrow the king." Goldenstar's worthy enough to stay on his throne, we just want to take over the world. His kingdom can be blessed that we don't touch it. In the mean time we're the bloody tormenting prison guards of WinterClan. FLOWERS:blue gentian,
CRIMSONROSE ❅ JETCLAW This she cat is an imposing presence, she is a large dark ginger she cat, her fur is thick but a closer look will find the scars that litter her body. She was a hunter in Primal Instinct back when Vera E'tani ruled the league. She left to protect her runt of the litter, and sought sanctuary in WinterClan becoming her former student Leatherfern's frozen then shattered as he rose up from deputy to leader. Crimsonrose lives for battle, every day the one thing she craves is to test her mettle against mighty opponents. Learning new tactics, battle moves, and various ways to down different opponents. She has grown honorable during her time in WinterClan. Though she isn't above killing when necessary, she holds herself back from it when the need isn't there. Her amber eyes blaze with the passion that burns within her heart. Seeking out the next battle to be fought. FLOWERS:blue gentian,
GHOULMASK ❅ SINFUL I am the monster hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. A gorgeous snowshoe tom with royal blue eyes reflective of the heart of the ocean hiding a beast within. A darkness portraying itself as daylight, the wolf in sheep's clothing, wrath personified. Whatever your alliteration, he's one full of inner conflict, desire for freedom and a stubborn streak a mile long. While he cares for his siblings, he doesn't appreciate the mental and physical imprisonment his mother, Valleystar, inflicts upon him. A free spirit longing the wind through his fur and new sights to see, he rebels every chance he gets, sometimes (most times) resulting in disastrous consequences. Son of Valleystar and Dovemask. Brother to Morningpaw, Eveningpaw, and Spiritpaw. FLOWERS:blue gentian, alpenrose, snowdrop, spring snowflake
SNAKEFANG ❅ PLUTO Snakefang is a gray tom with horizontal zig-zag stripes that are a darker shade of grey, almost black. He is the owner of a pair of light green eyes and large fangs. Just like the terrain he grew up in, he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not a bad tom. Willing to take on the tasks that others would rather not do, he's not afraid to get his paws dirty. He's not afraid to speak his mind when the situation calls for it, but he usually keeps to himself. Deep down inside, though, he loves to train, especially for fights. Conflict seems to fascinate him, but not in the twisted way that seems to consume other cats. He's mostly battle smart, but still able to compete mentally with the best of them. Loyal to his clan, he wants to be the best he can be and a reliable defender of WinterClan. FLOWERS: blue gentian,
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ARIZONARASPBERRY ❅ FEARFUL Arizonaraspberry was raised with tough love. Her mother only showed her compassion when the moves were clean, and even then, a small pat on the back was all she got. Being raised this way, the strawberry-colored she-cat expected everyone to treat her the same, and vice-versa. She chose the position of prison guard for this reason. She didn’t need to show any compassion to her prisoners. The other guards were only given respect and nothing else. She’s a large, tall cat that everyone knows not to mess with.
BLACKMASK ❅ MOONBOUND Born to kittypets Kristine and Reginald, Blackpaw was originally named Hector. He grew up alongside his siblings Dexter, Holly, and Jersey, whom he loved with all of his heart. Hector was much like his father, being the type that is ambitious and determined, though on the other hand, he is much like his mother, being the type that is sweet and understanding. When he became of apprentice age, Hector left the comfort of his kittypet home in search of new beginnings. His paws eventually led him to SpringClan, where he was happily accepted into their home. This is when he received his name Blackpaw. Shortly after, his brother, Dexter, joined him. He was quite excited, learning the ways of SpringClan quickly and becoming one of the best apprentices they've ever had. When the rogues took over, though, Blackpaw was quick to escape, searching solitude in the highest peak. There, he was captured by WinterClan and taken prisoner for hunting on their territory, and after much deliberation, Diamondstar promoted him to runaway. He was given a choice: complete his tasks as a runaway, or leave at the end of his term. When the end came, Blackpaw decided to join WinterClan and become a full-fledged soldier, earning him the name Blackmask. Now he lives comfortably beside his brother, Dexter-now-Specklepelt.
BUMBLEROSE ❅ IAN Her pelt is darker than you would imagine would be productive of a WinterClan cat. Of course, it isn't black; black felines really wouldn't survive in the permafrost. Her pelt is a greyish color, one with pale brown undertones. Her eyes are a greenish-amber, pale in their coloration. Bumblerose is a regal feline, one who holds herself to the highest standards. Some find that she can be rather bland in this way, since she is a law follower to a fault. Her stern way of enforcing rules onto others also doesn't make her many friends. But, those who can tolerate someone who is a lawful neutral will learn that she is an outstanding ally to have. She is quick and focused, and always gives the best advice to those around her. Bumblerose is the half-aunt of Valleystar.
CROSSROAD ❅ OCEANIX A long haired burly dark brown tabby tom with yellow eyes and scars crisscrossing his face. When to paths meet they create a crossroad. A crossroad is also a point in one's life where they are met with a difficult decision. Crossroad was not born in Winterclan, but born as a rogue. He had been born, raised, and lived majority of is his as a rogue, but a life changing event caused the tom to become desperate and finally join one of the many clans that he had lived near since he was a kitten. Crossroad had a brief relationship with a Winterclan soldier Silentsacrifice that resulted in their children. While his relationship with Silentsacrifice is no more.
DEALFINDER ❅ HONEYSTORM Now, everyone knows Deal, right? Black and white tom with forest green eyes, and enough kits to destroy the clans' gene pools permanently? Yeah, well, he (as he likes to call himself) is the younger and far more handsome version, though the reality is they're identical in every way, save for a lack of scarring on the younger tom's part. Arrogant, charming, and not even a little bit sane, the son of Deal and Foxstar, or Ravenleap really, though he isn't aware of such a fact, is of an interesting sort, the kind of cat that's irresistible, but sure to cause everything to end in calamity. All in all, totally a better version than the original.
EVENINGSPARK ❅ ZUNO She has beautiful, thick tortoiseshell fur; soft cinder locks dappled with pale orange spots, and iridescent yellow eyes and pupils lined with green rings. She has a small, lithe frame, helping to just further confirm her very feminine image. Most call her a princess, because of both her appearance and her lineage- for she is the daughter of Valleystar, Sovereign of WinterClan. And as such, growing up being the leaders child was both a blessing and a curse. Her mother pit her children against each other, taking favorites and rewarding the behavior she deemed worthy. Eveningspark has spend most of her life trying to conform to these standards of perfection that her mother arbitrarily set up, often finding herself falling just behind them every single time- and yet, she is still her mother's little princess, much to the dismay of her siblings Spiritrose and Morningshade; although she finds solace in her relationship with her brother Ghoulmask, sharing his sense of unbelonging and shame in their true selves. For, you see, Eveningspark does not identify with the body she was born in. Eveningspark, although born in a male body, has taken on a female identity. She is a molly, a daughter, an apprehensive little princess of WinterClan.
FEYNVUL ❅ RANPU Easy to look at, and easy to listen to as well, it isn't hard to see how this tom could easily talk his way out of — or into — anything. With a classic Lynx Point pelt, his body is built muscular and well taught. He is, in size, averagely medium. That doesn't mean he isn't eager to win a fight, though. But still — his silver tongue is preferred to use rather than brute force. Like a snake hiding in tall grass, he strikes at his prey and holds them in his grasp, squeezing — choking, until they don't have much breath left to give. And then, he disposes of them when they are at their weakest. Chipping at their soul slowly and agonizingly until he can revere in spilling the last of their will and blood. It isn't far fetched to assume he isn't the prettiest of cats, on the inside anyways. Sane? Probably not. A total leech and waste of space? Leech, yes. A waste of space...? Well, I suppose that depends on the cat you ask, now doesn't it?
FROSTWHISPER ❅ SIMPLYLIGHT She is breathtaking. Her fur is thick and creamy, flowing down her sides like milk. Here and there are small patches of feathery grey that seem to accent her coat like storm clouds. The molly’s stunning eyes are two different colors: bright blue and burning amber. Her appearances are lovely, but do not underestimate her power. Quick-witted and sure of herself, she is quite the opponent to meet in battle. The muscles under her long locks are deceptive. She is a formidable warrior through and through. Like most, she also has a soft side. Her love for her family is as strong as her claws. She has a fierce tongue, but the love behind her words is a clear as day. Frostwhisper would fight until the end of her life for her clan, but more for her family. Her children are Bearshadow, Ivorylotus, and Acaciasea.
GHOSTMEMORY ❅ RANPU A large white tom stand before you, towering at an impressive height and laden with muscles. Small, almost minuscule scars crisscross here and there, telling tale of many glorious battles won victoriously over the course of moons. The most prominent one though is the scar that adorns his right, yellow colored eye — now blind. His only remaining good eye is the color of a burning hot blue color. Ghostmemory however is wise, and kind, despite his king sized appearance. A gentle giant of sorts — and only the best in mind for everyone.
GREYSIN ❅ CLEAVER Even the mute speak to Graysin. Without speaking a single word, he understands many cats better than their own friends do; even when they shout at him he ignores their speech and probes deeper to understand the truth of their statements. Greysin can read cats like few others. There is a whole lexicon ignored by most or barely interpreted, and when cats believe they say nothing, they are speaking volumes to those that speak the language. Every subtle shift in expression, pose, or tone is noted by his chartreuse yellow eyes, calculated by his flexible mind, analyzed and acted upon. It makes him a terrific and lethal fighter, able to anticipate and react to attacks before they come, sometimes before the cat even realizes how they will act. He can think and see several steps ahead; he's playing chess while the rest are playing checkers. Momentum is his friend, and he can turn it against his enemy with ease. Because of the way he analyzes cats, he easily catches others in a lie, even if he does not always mention it; and he can manipulate with ease by altering his vocal patterns and mannerisms to those used by charming cats. Though he is typically a quiet observer, this trained assassin has tamed sarcasm and uses it often, even at the wrong times. It makes him appear uncaring, which is somewhat accurate. He learned this from the cat he believed to be his uncle, or at least treated him as such. Hazethroat, the deputy of WinterClan, claimed to have found the litter and took them under her wing. Icarus claimed to be her brother in order to infiltrate the clan and become deputy after her death. Greysin was traumatized to see his adoptive mother die at the paws of her clan, and swore to become strong so it would never happen to him. It also evoked a curiosity about death that has led him down this path. But his true father is Crow of Primal Instinct, and his true mother is Razorkiss, none other than the frozen of the she-cat had took him in. Greysin is a massive hemmingway cat with dark chimera fur, speckled with small bits of ginger, like embers floating along his pelt. His siblings are Violahope, Barrenfrost, and Stygianblack.
HALCYONILLUSION ❅ HONEYSTORM Is he supposed to care? He's been told that he is, but he can't bring himself to feel anything but apathy, although he doesn't care to try either. Found with his siblings Larchrindle, Varidianrhapsody, and Pestkit at the border, Halcyonillusion, then called Rottenkit, had been in bad shape, as were his siblings. His blue eyes were haunted and dull, his pelt covered in filth and rotting away, leaving gaping, infected wounds all over his body. When it was finally cleaned and the wounds treated, the rich auburn color of his pelt appeared, with a brown underbelly and white freckles above his cheeks. His injuries took the longest of his siblings to heal, as he did nothing to clean his pelt, nor rest as he should, only feeling but a muted pain that he quickly buried in the back of his mind, reopening his injuries multiple times and letting dirt get into them. It was a miracle he survived, with the infection that never seemed to fully die down. But eventually, after close watch so that his pelt remained clean and his wounds weren't reopened, he healed. Still, he never participated in play like any of the other kits, nor showed an interest in becoming a warrior. He just didn't care. It didn't get better with time, either. Rottenkit never bothered to pay attention to clan customs, and it often lead to him getting in trouble by trespassing, or accidentally injuring a clanmate during battle practice, because he just didn't care to sheath his claws.When he finally became a warrior, his name was changed to Halcyonillusion. Then one day, he simply left the clan he'd been dropped in to pursue a new life in WinterClan, choosing the path of a prison guard for his new occupation, able to pass the bravery trial with flying colors thanks to his unusual way of feeling pain. He supposed that one of his siblings must have been the ones to ask that his name be changed from the one his 'mother' gave him, but he never cared enough to ask them before he left. There are, however, some advantages to his apathy. He is able to remain collected in high stress situations, and come up with a rational solution to most problems, if he can be bothered. So what, he doesn't care? Halcyonillusion doesn't seem to find that something to be concerned about, and you shouldn't either.
IMPERIALWASTE ❅ EFFY A sea of ice and fire, a raven sweeping in the warm feathers of doves, a kingdom of worn down ruins and wandering ghosts. The creature bears it's ivory coat, encased in the darkness of the night. The darkest ebony, a starless and moonless sky painted over her porcelain frame. Two slits of charcoal slice down her apple amber optics, as thin as a serpent's, but with eyes as bright as a doe's. To break someone down, you must violate them. Make them feel like their life is in your hands, one thing wrong and that they will be crushed as easily as a bug. You must alienate them, make them ashamed to do things and be who they are, until you've molded them in the image you want them to be. For many, this is just something unknown to them, but for Imperialwaste, it's a reality. Born to a litter of five, her parents were eager to raise their two daughters and three sons. But Imperialkit was not who they wanted her to be. She was different, acted in a way they didn't want a she-cat to act. Unfeminine, aggressive, unapologetic, all the things they didn't want their daughter to be. But these behaviours of hers made them believe that she'd turn out in a way they didn't accept. It had took her years to finally accept what they were scared she was going to be. So they tire her down. Broke her apart. Stomped on everything she loved and destroyed her lively spirit. The black and white molly was a ghost of her former self, a shell wandering the earth, leaving a deadly plague in her every step. They forced her to act like a tom, incinuating that if she was going to act like one she might as well live as one. They called her 'he', 'him', forced her to get a more 'masculine' name, changing her name to Wolfash, and insisted that she was in fact born a tom. Imperialwaste couldn't stand it. Her life had been destroyed from the very cats that gave it to her.So, on one night, she slit their throats in their sleep. Finally, liberated from her abusers. The murder was never traced back to her. Her life was finally hers. But the demons of her past still haunted her in her sleep, leeching out her happiness. She was never satisfied, no matter what nothing can fill the holes in her heart. Everything burned in her crackling flame, turning to charcoal. She feels insecure, always ready to snap at any suspected criticism. Even if it'll take another lifetime, she'll learn to love herself.
JADEJOKER ❅ LAVENDER. A born troublemaker, Jadejoker has never taken a day off from it. He grew up amongst nomadic loners, spending his winter in the city and his summer in the forest. Jadejoker had a huge family, though he honestly did not know who he was truly blood-related too. He was the ringleader of his littermates mischief, always tiptoeing the line. Yet he learned very quickly how to charm his way out of trouble. Jadejoker somehow made it into adulthood without dying or causing any cataclysmic disasters. He very nearly fell in love with a she-cat only to watch her dismiss him for another. It broke him, watching what he thought was his future walk away from him. Alas, it was only foolish young love and he made it through his first heartbreak. Jadejoker continued his nomadic lifestyle, exploring past the group's normal boundaries though he always came back. His trips did manage to keep him from his family’s fate, they had been captured in the city and turned over to a shelter. Jadejoker could only watch from afar, no true match. Despondent he left, heading away from all that he knew and into the unexplored mountains. It was there that he stumbled upon WinterClan and foolishly walked into a patrol. He then became part of the clan, winning over enough cats that he eventually gained the rank of soldier. Jadejoker has not lost his love for trouble that is only assisted by his impulsiveness. He is more than willing to do now and talk later. Due to his bravery, he often manages most situations with an air of calm, though it also could just be because he has no healthy sense of fear. That lack of fear has allowed him to become quite the flirt, never too afraid to try to cozy up to another cat. It doesn’t exactly hurt that he is pretty charming when he tries, which is almost always. Though he does have a bad habit of occasionally disrespecting authorities. He just does not always agree and is rather vocal about it. Jadejoker is prone to civil disobedience, though half the time he does not put enough work into it for it to go anywhere. A rather handsome tom, his plush coat covers his large frame. Pale silvery blue pairs with thick black stripes and white accents on his face. Long black tufts top his ears and complement his feathery tail. His eyes sit in a broad face, a mixture of many greens that start dark around his pupil to fade to almost yellow on the edges. Elegant whiskers curl away from a russet nose.
MIDNIGHTFROST ❅ OWLETS Midnightfrost is a bluish-black-silverish colored she-cat that resembles a moonlit night sky around a full moon with very ice blue eyes, that resemble blue-ice frost. She is aggressive; determined Stern; mysterious; sly; reserved, cold; solitary; and caring. Midnightfrost will do everything possible to protect her home and Clan, even run into danger to protect a Clan-mate or even jumping into a cave or something, to sacrifice her life to protect her home. She never thinks is of herself, but thinks of her home and Clan above anything else. Most cats think she is a mystery because she never takes a day off or complains about anything. When hurt she plows through the pain and continues to do her jobs, even if told not too. She was born in WinterClan to two WinterClan cats who gave their lives for their Clan, both having been on a rescue mission and got trapped in a cave that had collapsed.
MISTLESNOW ❅ IAN A feline who seems to always be in some sort of trouble, although the kind of trouble that is endearing. After all, she wouldn't ever do anything too bad. She just gets bored. This is the core flaw of having a high intellect and no real desire to do anything with it. You see, she doesn't want to be a strategic genius, nor does she want to rise to the top. This means, causing problems and trouble-making seem to be the only things that she can focus on. It's hard to stay mad at her, though, even if she causes a deep problem. After all, the sister of Valleystar is just so dang cute. She's a delicate little thing, with white furs and tabby markings on her face and spine, just slightly more grey than the white that is her general coat color. Her eyes are large and sapphire in color, enchanting. Together, this comes to a small cat you just want to smoosh. Maybe that's why people tolerate the fact she likes to cause chaos.
OPALDUST ❅ RANPU Petite and funsized with a punch to pack, Opaldust is far from an enigma. Her heart is as soft as her cream white fur. Her eyes are as honest as the way she speaks. She is a believer in virtue in love if given the work — however doubtful of herself to the point of driving most away. Despite all, however, Opaldust just simply remains to be a kind but sarcastic she-cat with a bit of a temper when provoked. Always struggling and never truly sure if she's in the clear.
REGIN ❅ CLEAVER A former prisoner, he was promoted along with his mate when she became medicine cat. He is a dirty mottled brown tom with green eyes. His parents are Splashstar, former leader of SpringClan, and Nightshade, former medicine cat of NightClan. He was once Jackdawpaw, apprentice to the deputy Brokenshadow, but after an incident with Chief Ozora of Toxicity he was lost in WinterClan's prisons for countless moons.
SEAFROST ❅ CLEAVER His blood is not WinterClan, but his heart is. Cold and uncaring, distant, he embraced his clan's values from a young age and has never looked back. His aunt moved to the clan, but he has no relationship to her, and no interest in hearing about his natural mother, Littleluck. No cat know his fault, and that suits him fine. As it happens, it was irrelevant to his mother as well, who simply asked a strong tom to give her kits because she wished for nothing more than to raise them, and could not find a mate that suited her. He was raised by the prisoner Acadiablue, but feels little attachment to her, or even his siblings Smokestag, Vinetumble, and Wolfears. They went their separate paths and he does not understand why blood dictates they be close to each other. A tall and slender grey and white tom with long choppy fur and seafoam eyes.
SPECKLEPELT ❅ ZUNO A handsome black and white speckled tom, with alluring yellow eyes to reel anyone into his orbit. Born a kittypet named Dexter, he joined SpringClan with his brother Blackpaw for a chance at a different and better life from their homeland. There was once a point in time were Dexter was a charming young tom, with a quite cocky attitude. Not afraid to dash into battle or mock his enemies, he had almost no fear in his new life. His brother Blackmask left for SummerClan not too soon before the Rogues arrival, as if a sign for the death of his once laid-back life. His sisters, Holly and Jersey, joined the ranks of BrookClan not long after originally finding SpringClan. When Cicero and the Rogues took over and completely ruined the Clan he worked so hard to call home, he left with his deputy and the rest of the scattered remains of his former allies. He changed his name with the departure to a warrior name, something more fitting for his eventual return to SpringClan which never came- taking on the name Specklepelt. He helped do his part in freeing his clan by bringing them to WinterClan, where he found his lost SummerClan brother among their ranks. Instead of going back to his home, Specklepelt decided to stay in WinterClan with his brother. Where he once spent his carefree times courting toms and playing with kits, he now has taken on a much more serious demeanor. Specklepelt is completely enamored with Ghoulmask, a Knight of his clan and best friend, though unfortunately, his friend cannot see his affections for what they are: love.
TEDDY ❅ SINFUL A grey British shorthair with fur as plush and soft as fleece, as warm as a blanket, and as comforting as a hug. He may be a bit pudgy, sure, but he's full of heart; it's fluff, that's all. With round eyes the color of honeycomb dripping in that delicious sweet goodness, he's a sight for sore eyes; though he may come across as obnoxious and oblivious, he knows more than he lets on. A Munchkin breed, his little legs may not look like much but they can carry him farther and longer than others at average stature can attest to. To others, especially outsiders, he's just your everyday cat; maybe he squees or coos more than your average feline, but other than that he's completely normal. That is, until he pulls out his prized possession; the one thing he loves more than anything in the entire world. The one thing he'd kill to protect. His teddy bear. He can't remember how he found it; doesn't know how it even got up this high, but he found it and he took it home. He cared for it, nurtured it, named it (meet Cute Squishy Love You Lots Bear) and until the end of the earth, he will always watch for it. He'll sleep with it every night, rub his cheek against it when he needs comfort, and carry it around with him when they have to go on a journey – which he hates – so that he knows it's okay. His favorite thing in the whole wide world though? Going sledding with Bear. They'll adventure together, climb together, and giggle together. They're the happiest duo to ever exist. Nothing and no one will ever come between Teddy and his Bear.
THAWINGFLAME ❅ ASTRID A large charcoal gray tom with light sparking amber eyes. Thawingflame was not born in WinterClan. He prefers to keep his past life a secret but if you must know he is actually a SpringClan cat through and through. Though he can't imagine any of his old clan mates remember him. He has resided among WinterClan cats since he was just old enough to be an apprentice. Now as a full fledged Soldier among the others he finds his place in their battle formations and hearty patrols. Thawingflame, much like his name, is not the biggest fan of the cold but he makes due. Much better than being out in the sun all day with his dark thick pelt. Thawingflame tends to keep to himself except when he needs to open his maw to bark an order in a patrol or train a young cat. Otherwise you cane find him huddled under a yew or out in the forest hunting in solitude. On a rare occasion you may even find him out in the open clearing of camp taking a leisure snooze. Thawingflame tends to come off to others as aloof and cold but that could be the farthest from the truth. Thawingflame is passionate, caring, warm, and adoring. He would make a caring affectionate and protective mate and an even better father.
THISTLESCAR ❅ OCEANIX His fur long flowing and pure white like the snow drifts that blanket Winterclan's territory. His eyes is a dark deep blue like the water underneath a layer of frozen ice. Peeking out from underneath his long fur he has several faint scars that litter his body. The most noticeable scar is the large claw mark running along his right shoulder and down part of his back. The scar he received during his apprenticeship from a badger attack. He was born in Winterclan before the change. His dream when he was younger had been to become a Prison Guard. A dream that he trained for during his apprenticeship and became as a young adult. Until he became a soldier underneath his sister's leadership. He was born to Snowflower and Nero. He is the brother to Valleystar, Marshflower, Duskthorn, and Mistlesnow. He is also the uncle to Ghoulpaw, Morningpaw, Eveningpaw, and Spiritpaw.
WINDYHURRICANE ❅ FAITH Windyhurricane or Win for short is a storm of fur and loose twigs and leaves. He has cinder grey fur with tosseled tabby markings swirling in obscure angles like the way wind dances imprints into snow. His fur is wild and curled in some patches so he often has small twigs and a leaf or two somewhere in his pelt. His eyes are a zany electric blue that seemingly stare right through a cat’s anatomy. He is the ideal WinterClan cat, capable of remaining at neutral temperature despite strong winds and is big enough to keep up a good endurance. His parents are Regin and Mistyveil, prisoners of WinterClan. His sisters are Cherryblossom and Flutterpetal, he has one brother named Vaportrail.
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ALPINEPAW gust ❅ SIMPLYLIGHT As a kit, this tom was simply adorable. His paws were too big for his body, causing him to tumble and teeter quite often. His fur alone makes him look twice the size that he is. As he grew up, Alpinegust finally matched his paws in size. The only part of him that didn’t seem to grow up was his sensitivity. He is quiet, calculative, but also one of the most caring cats you will ever meet. As a kit, he was often the one that consoled the others when they were frightened or hurt. As an adult, he is still the same way. Many naturally come to Alpinegust with their woes because of his gentle nature and remarkable patience. He is not the best at giving advice, but he will certainly help you feel better. He is also a good-looking tom. Like mentioned before, his fur is long and feathery. On top it is copper with darker streaks of brown and black strewn throughout. From his muzzle, down his chin and chest, and stretching under his belly is snowy white fur, helping him blend into the rocks and snow in Winterclan’s territory. Two black tufts of fur stick up on his ears like little radars and his eyes are bright yellow like two full moons. Alpinegust is the son of Sagestep and Tundrastorm, and sibling to Hollybloom and Alderdream.
COFFEEPAW coat ❅ UNIQCRIM Fluffy brown tabby tom with dark amber eyes and three white paws. Coffeecoat is often described as being a spaz. He rarely sits down and few things can still his paws which are filled with excitement. He is naturally curious and can often be found looking for tasty berries or other edible foods.
FROSTPAW bite❅ ZUNO Nobody likes to be treated like they’re less than they really are. Do you know what that usually leads to? Disaster. Which is what Frostpaw is constantly trying to create. Life isn’t easy when you can barely even hear; thus, is the curse of being born with long silky white fur and frozen blue eyes: congenital deafness. While she isn’t entirely deaf yet, she will be at some point. Although, this doesn’t stop others from acting like she already is. From talking about her blatantly in front of her face but quiet enough that she could just barely catch it on purpose, ignoring her to mock her disability, or just downright laughing at her for asking others to repeat their words. Frostpaw has built a wall as cold and tall as the mountain she calls home due to this constant torment from her peers; older cats are usually more accommodating and understanding her of… predicament. She’s a snappy one- the type to shoot first ask questions later. She isn’t careless enough to pick a fight too tough to handle but she does get fairly close fairly often. Despite all the bullying she goes through, Frostpaw maintains a cocky attitude that further fuels her enemies fire. Like many others with disabilities or impairments, she makes up for her lack of hearing with the remaining senses being amplified. She has near perfect vision, seeing way more than the normal feline. She can catch changes in scents as naturally as the wind changes directions. And, through coping with this ailment since kittenhood, she has developed a superior sense of feeling; she can feel the different patterns of her clanmates walking. Her enhanced senses combined with the flaunting of her mothers status has given her a hint of a superiority complex, which really just makes her more cross than normal. Frostpaw is the daughter of Diamondheart, Crowned of WinterClan. Her siblings are Sprucepaw, Quartzpaw, and Flurrypaw.
GLACIERPAW stream❅ MOONBOUND A beautiful, thick-furred silver based feline with darker grey markings, and a white muzzle, neck, chest, stomach, and paws. Her eyes are a light brown. Glacierstream has excellent detective skills, being able to solve any puzzle in a matter of minutes. This leads into her being an extremely intelligent feline. To go along with her detective trait, she is hard and stern, but only at times. This spills into her tendency to hold grudges over a long period of time, even if the opposing side had forgotten what had happened. Despite this, Glacierstream has a very caring side. She puts her life on the line for others, even if they do not deserve her kindness. While this may be true, Glacierstream has a hard time accepting others who were known to be quite the devil in their past. Once you have proven to her you have changed, she will soften her hostile behavior, yet will not open up completely. Glacierstream, formerly known as Barbara, took her first pawsteps inside of a twoleg's home. Yes, she was in fact born a kittypet. But, she did not live the normal, comfortable kittypet life. Even though she always had a warm bed waiting inside for her and dry food to munch upon, her owner would always let her outside. She became an inside and outside house-pet, although she spent most of her time outside, enjoying nature. Every time her twolegged friend would go on his 'hunting trips', he would scoop up Barbara and take him with her. While he was scoping out deer and such, Barbara would leave his side and go off somewhere in the forest to do some hunting on her own. She would always bring back birds for her owner, mainly doves and crows. The bigger the bird, the better. Her owner would allow her to take home her prize and feast upon it, and would always praise her on a good kitty she was. Babs, he would call her, or even sometimes Barb. One day, Barbara was taken out hunting with her owner. She went off on her own, like always, although she went farther this time. Barbara must've lost track of time for when she returned, her owner was no longer there. She knew he would never abandon her, he had basically raised her up from her kithood. What was worse, was that Barbara didn't have a collar. So if she were to be picked up by some strangers, they would have no idea that she was owned before. Barbara began her life as a loner, yet continued to search for her long lost owner and his cabin on the outskirts of the wood. It wasn't until a moon later did she find the cabin, but when she came upon it and snuck in through the cat door, she noticed that everything was gone. He had left. Stricken with grief, Barbara returned to the forest, now her new home. Despite her sadness that her twolegged owner was gone, she continued her life, working hard everyday to survive. Barbara lived for a short while before pursuing the clan that lived up the mountain, determined on becoming one of their warriors. When she completed her trial phase as one of Valleystar's first trials alongside Zirconiadust, she became known as Glacierpaw, and continued her training until she became known as Glacierstream.
GOLDENPAW crown❅ MOONBOUND White with orange tabby fur on their left side, around their golden eye. Large doe eyes, one crystal blue and the other a golden brown. They are long furred with long slim legs. They take after their father in size, nearly twice the height of their mother. Goldencrown. The enigma. At first, she is beautiful and mysterious, captivating the hearts of every tom and molly she encounters. But, after you get into her heart, you begin to realize... you don't know much about her. Yet, she knows everything about you. You barely even got to know her, and here you were, wrapped around her pretty little finger. She is truly a devil in disguise. Goldencrown is independent, that being her strongest trait; she does best when she only has to care for herself. Add another life into the mix and it could end badly. Manipulative and mentally abusive, she loves to get into the mind's of other cats and twist them up inside, making them fall in love with her and go absolutely psychotic over her love. She has the ability to do that, and she is commonly known as the enchantress. Her siblings know her true intentions, but others? Nah, they just think she's... seductive. Golden was born to Eternalstar of SpringClan and Leatherfern of WinterClan, though for now, this is unknown. Her mother decided she wasn't fit to be a mother - she never was - and instead took Golden and her siblings - Silvertiara, Bronzecirclet, Platinumthrone, Rubypalace, and Emeraldscepter - to the edge of WinterClan's border, leaving them to there to either be found or succumb to the harsh terrain the cold clan provided.
HAILPAW shatter ❅ UNIQCRIM Hailshatter's circumstances surrounding his birth is unknown. He was found by Jarl Sweetpine along with his littermates Frigidshade, Sharpsleet, and Frigidfall near the Springclan border. perhaps they are Springclan kits that were abandoned by a loner, winterclan kits who the queen was ashamed to keep, or left behind when springclan was captured by sunclan. Regardless, they aren't really sure and quite frankly this tom would rather forget about it. He feels like a Winterclan cat is unconditionally loyal to Winterclan. This long haired white tom has grey patches and light tabby markings with big grey eyes to boot and he looks like he fits in. With the coloring of his coat and pelt. Hailshatter was born a perfectionist, quietly scrutinizing everything and making sure its in order. He can spend countless hours grooming his pelt just to get it perfect which seems to contradict his warm, laid-back, quiet, and flexible attitude. He frequently comes across as narcissistic and self-centered but is truly a warm and generous individual.
HOLLYPAW bloom ❅ MOONBOUND A beautiful, diluted calico she-cat with siamese points and pale blue eyes. Hollybloom is shy and timid, being one not to speak up first. She used to be a boisterous young feline, but due to being bullied for her not being able to speak properly, she became quiet. When you are able to melt her distant exterior, though, she begins to become a completely different feline. She talks in third person, never knows when to shut up, and finds joy in the oddest things, such as toads and bees. She is always attached at the hip with her best friend, Redbudpetal, for she is seen as her 'bodyguard'. Hollybloom isn't the strongest or wittiest of felines, and so Redbudpetal steps in to defend her whenever Hollybloom isn't able to defend herself. Hollybloom was born alongside Alpinegust and Alderdream, to Sagestep and Tundrastorm. Growing up, she had a pretty average childhood, though her siblings saw her as annoying for she would follow them around constantly. And then, when she met Redbudpetal as a kit, the two grew close, and inseparable. Despite her shyness, Hollybloom lives her life to the fullest, enjoying each day as it passes as if it were her last.
JASMINEPAW belle ❅ GOLDCREST She used to be aggressive. She used to pick fights. She used to be an overall unfriendly kit, but Jasminekit changed nearer her apprenticeship. She became mellow, calm, somewhat wise. It was sudden, really. She could have just grown up, but her change in attitude was thanks to a helpful little herb. While taking the herb, Jasminekit was observant, witty, and calm. She was rather fun and had a quite humor. But, when Jasminekit was not taking the herb, she was quite different. Crueler, colder. She still had her humor, but it was much darker. She was always selfish, no matter what, but it was notched up much more. She cared little for the world around her, would much rather forget it and its inhabitants. She was intelligent, curious, but in a more psychotic way. She liked to hurt. She liked to hurt to see the reactions, how long it could survive. She did little experiments, in her youth. Sometimes she would take a lie and see how long she could run with it, or pretend to love someone until she could break their heart, betray them. Some where much darker. During apprenticeship, she would sometimes catch prey, alive, and see how much she could hurt it before it eventually died. She had a strong sense of right and wrong, but more often than not she ignored it. Jasminekit was a risk-taker, someone who cared little for safety. If she was taking her herb, yes, she knew limits and drew lines when necessary. She still struggled with holding long-term bonds but didn't much mind. She preferred to be alone, but that doesn't help with her instability. The reality is, she's slowly loosing control over herself and her emotions. She has trouble recognizing what's real or not anymore and could have sudden, random, outbursts of emotions.
JUNIPERPAW evergreen❅ PAOGIRL18 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 the flowers that had bloomed around them. Juniperevergreen and Springdaffodil. 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 Juniperevergreen vowed to solve. A vow he made as a kit, to Springdaffodil 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. Juniperevergreen, 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. Juniperevergreen finds solace in nature’s embrace and in Springdaffodil’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.
JUNIPERPAW vixen ❅ SIMPLYLIGHT She is a slender she-cat with thick russet-ginger fur and a white underbelly and tail-tip. Her eyes are pale juniper blue, earning her name, Junipervixen. Like many Winterclan cats, this foxy she-cat is not very trusting of others. She has a hard time making friends because of her lack of patience and prickly personality. Junipervixen was found outside of Winterclan by the traveling ex-medicine cat of Fallclan, Hawthornberry. His bright personality somehow warmed her heart and he became one of the only cats she has ever trusted. While his quirks do get on her nerves, she will always care for her adopted father. The same is true of her siblings Rowanfrost, Woodweasel, Redbudpetal, and Coffeecoat. More to come as she is developed.
MELODYPAW breeze ❅ RACER a flame colored tabby tom, with an attitude to match his firey pelt. Melodykit is known for his assertive nature, knowing exactly what he wants and how to get it. He isn't afraid to stand up to cats that are older or of higher rank than himself, and yet he does so in way that many take no offense. He weaves words together in such a way that most do not even realize that they have been insulted. He always assumes that everyone is out to further their own self interests, so why should he be any different?
MYSTERYPAW leaf❅ JETCLAW Thick black fur, and an imposing physique. Considering this fluffy black she cat's size, few would believe that she was the runt of her litter and thus would've been slated to die had her mother Crimsonrose decided to remain in the league. Fortunately the night after Mysteryleaf was born, Crimsonrose whisked her away to WinterClan, believing that though she'd started out small, the young she cat's potential should not have been weighed based on her size alone. Ever since arriving in WinterClan and hearing the tales of the league from her mother, Mysteryleaf strove to get stronger, to get mightier, to reach her full potential. To show her former mother's home that the size she was when she started out does not determine her place in this world. What she will become has not yet been fully realized, it's a mystery to be discovered as she grows. And grow she will, in stature and in mind. She will seize this opportunity of a life that would've been stolen from her, and she will live it to the fullest.
NIKKOPAW hydrangea ❅ FAITH He’s the little nobody no one knew about until the day he tried to off himself. Then everybody suddenly knew him. People claimed that they were his best friend, that they blamed themselves for seeing the signs that were never there, but they claimed were. He was visited by absolute strangers reminding him about the most mundane stories of how they once shared prey or were on a patrol together one time. He was somebody when he woke up from the brink of death the way he thought he wanted to be. Now everyone looks at him, everyone pretends to be his friend, he’s the most pitiful pitied guy in the whole clan. He remembers when he would wish everyday to be liked, for people to notice him and now that it was he realized it was his hell. He steals herbs from his mom's medicine cat den to dull himself away from this plane of existence and onto the next, at least for a while. Blue grey cosmos fur as midnight blue as a sky on a bright moon night basks against his disheveled form. He looks as though he would be very handsome if he groomed back his scruffy fur and didn’t hunch over so much. He has a curtain of long fur in front of his dauntless robin egg blue eyes that seem permanently fixed to a mischievous demeanor. Dark glittery black claws rake anxiously across the already grey hairless slivers across his legs that he’s already picked clean of fur. His tone is playfully sarcastic often pointing out people’s flaws and calling people mouse brain mimicking his moms trait. He often wishes he was like his sociopathic mother, but no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesn’t care about anything and could laze around while chaos is at the door he’s not. He cares greater because he’s suffered, he smiles because he’s wasted too much time crying and he’s stronger because he has no choice, but to be.
QUARTZPAW riddle❅ MOONBOUND Sharp yellow eyes stare at you from the darkness, a dangerous glint apparent in them. Quartzpaw is a womanizer; he doesn't mean to be, but he just can't help it. Dark and mysterious, no one can ever tell what is on Quartzpaw mind, but what they can see is a secretive smirk and a flash of knowing in his eyes. What he knows, nobody knows, but it's enough to drive a young cat mad. Quartzpaw is quite the handsome tom, being a silver tabby with an entirely black face, and a white chest, underbelly and socks.
REDBUDPAW petal ❅ MOONBOUND A silver tabby she-cat with a white underbelly and paws, with light amber eyes and a small pink nose. Redbudpaw is eccentric. Pair her along with her best friend, Hollypaw, and you got yourself double trouble. She is a strange little cat, with an affinity for odd things, such as bones and sticks and what-not. Despite this, she is overly playful and loves getting into things she shouldn't be getting into with other students. She is usually seen as the one who leads the group into a fun disaster, and then sit back and admire her work.
SCORPIONPAW curse❅ UNIQCRIM Scorpioncurse lives up to her name in both appearance and attitude. She is a grogeous black tuxedo she-cat with a slender and lean build. She is a graceful creature with watchful and devious amber eyes. This gorgeous she-cat has grown up with a feeling of entitlement and that she deserves special treatment. She loves nothing more than being the center of attention and would do just about anything to captivate the attention of others, even for just a few brief moments. She has feelings of being invincible and very few moral ties. The only true honor she holds on to is not losing to others and prevailing, as she is nasty and competitive in nature. Despite these traits, it would do one well not to underestimate her and think thexe make her weak. She is skilled, devious, and will do anything to get what she wants when she wants it which makes her a nasty contender. Scorpioncurse is half winterclan, born to a loner and her father of pure blood, mesmerisingsins.
SLEETPAW freeze ❅ CLEAVER A limber black tom with long fur and silver tabby stripes, he's attractive and he knows it. His forest green eyes run in his father's side of the family, and they're rich with charm. He's the second oldest of his litter, but he acts he has no elder brother, and tends to boss around everyone else. Confident, outgoing, and skeptical. His siblings are Yulecry, Silverfox, and Frostybreeze; his parents are Cypressbluff and Dealfinder.
SNOWPAW song ❅ MOONBOUND A snow white she-cat with beautiful, crystal blue eyes. She is the daughter of the Enchantress Diesdrè, and WinterClan-turned-Regime Mercenary Roman. Growing up, Snowsong had always had an incredibly close relationship with her father, having been named after his deceased brother. The two shared many qualities together, such as the 'protectors' of their family, always quietly watching them nearby, yet keeping their distance. Snowsong is pompous and modest, usually acting as if she is better than everyone else. Don't let this fool you, though, for this antisocial she-cat can be known to be quite the talkative and sweet one once you get past her haughty exterior. When Roman, formerly known as Roaringsun, had left WinterClan in pursuit of a better future and his mate in the Regime, Snowsong was given a choice: stay, or follow lead. She chose to stay, not wanting to leave her brother Melodybreeze or aunt Blizzardglow alone. If there's anything that's more important to her than her clan, it's her family.
SPRUCEPAW bear❅ SIMPLYLIGHT With thick brown tabby fur and pale yellow eyes, Sprucebear resembles a bear cub in many ways. He has large paws and a muscular build that earned him the second half of his name. Not only that, but he is incredibly protective over his mother and siblings. This hefty tom is the son of Diamondheart and a random tom. He got many of his looks from whoever his father was, for sure. The main coon mix has three other siblings, Quartzstrike, Frostbite, and Flurrywinds. Out of all of them, Sprucebear is by far the largest. He is also the one who understands his mother's strict raising of the four. He is a "mama's boy" through and through and will protect her honor with his life. While a big, burly tom like him might sound intimidating, Sprucebear is actually quite the softy. He would rather talk than fight and is more relaxed than many Winterclan cats. He has an endless amount of patience like an eagle, which is good for his mother since she tends to be a bit overbearing.
TACITPAW rose❅ IAN A lavender balinese color point with blue eyes, Tacitrose is a pretty standard looking cat. She isn't overtly average, but she wouldn't stand out from the crowd. Nothing about her is particularly odd, other than her voice. Well, or lack there of. You see, she is mute. It is unclear if she has always been this way, as by the time she found herself in WinterClan territory, she was already silent. This doesn't mean she fails to communicate, her communication is just ... different. Still, she is a rather solitary cat. Others tend to avoid her, as being in contact with her means learning her strange language, her way of showing her mind to the rest of the group.
WOODPAW weasel ❅ GOLDCREST Woodkit is an odd little kit. Being overly talkative, blunt, and extremely curious, he usually spends his days explore and collecting little things like plants or rocks. Stones are his favourite. He's honest, sometimes too much so, and gets nervous when under pressure. He seems to care a lot of what others think of him and will try and mold himself to their liking. He talks a lot, to an annoying degree, and zones out a lot. He's a big day-dreamer but not that ambitious. Woodkit is clumsy on his feet and is anything but graceful. He's got a fear of the unknown, which is why he (kind of) fears his apprenticeship, because of what is outside the safety of camp. But he promises himself to get over that fear and he's working hard to do so.
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LITTLEFAWN ❅ FOX A tiny, frail tom with short, pale brown tabby fur, a white chest and paws, and wide, mournful amber eyes. His face is pert and delicate, his paws as soft and useless as a kit's, and his tail no more than a stump. With a coat so thin, he struggles in the cold and suffers through each winter, shivering alone at the edge of the camp and watching the stars in the night sky as his skin goes numb and his ears ache with frostbite. There's something about him that's all air and sadness, something so quiet and tired and repentant, like there's something foul inside him that he wants to bury in an early grave, like he thinks himself unnatural, like he's guilty. He has been teased his whole life for liking other toms - something he has always denied, and has yet to accept about himself. For now, it is still a point of shame, one he prefers to keep hidden away. Horrendously shy, he rarely speaks in anything more than soft whispers and hushed murmurs, never thinking himself worthy to look other cats in the eye in case they sense that shameful little secret that he has tried so hard to cut out of himself, to batter and drown and silence. Doleful, sweet and serious, the closest he will usually get to laughter is a small, sad smile. As though he seeks to punish himself, he is obsessed with putting himself in harm's way - and if it helps those cats better than him, those worthy of help, and if it's good, if it's the right thing, then all the better. He deprives himself of sleep, starves himself of food, stays out in the biting cold until he can't feel his nose or his paw-pads, lets his coat collect dust and snow and mud before he grooms himself. The subsequent stress of such self-destruction on his body has left him scrawny and malnourished, his ribs prominent beneath dry, prickly fur. As a result of his minimal contact with other cats, he's exceedingly awkward in social situations, all messy hope and fumbled steps and trying too hard; he craves validation and affection but shies from it the moment it's offered. Even if he weren't to distance himself from the rest of the clan, he wouldn't have many friends anyway - it's what he deserves, and he would only infect them. He's never felt as though he belongs in WinterClan - paws too soft to fight, fur too short to survive a harsh storm, head too quiet and heart too weak; no more than a burden, really. He stays by himself, listening to the mountain birds and the wind in the clifftops, watching the snowflakes and the butterflies and all the things so much more pure than himself, dozing on his own in patches of sunlight, watching his Clanmates share tongues and stifling all the longing, all the craving, for the physical touch the other cats have - stifling all the raw, hungry want. Sometimes he thinks he's held together by all that wanting, that his body is just numb, forced coldness stitched together by all the desire he doesn't want to feel. FLOWERS:snowdrop, edelweiss, spring snowflake
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MEADOWBREEZE ❅ SIMPLYLIGHT Diluted, dark tortoiseshell fur feathers down her sides and draws your attention to her gleaming golden eyes. Meadowbreeze is young, quick, and stubborn to the bone. While her name would give you a sense of peace, you shouldn’t linger there. It does not take long to see that she means business. Naturally friendly in nature, she has had to reel in her welcoming presence and replace it with a colder one. That is, until she gets to know you. As soon as you are out of the testing zone, she will resume her warm personality. Meadowbreeze is a friend you would want by your side. She is incredibly loyal and does not hold a grudge. However, do not try to walk all over her because that would be like stepping on thorns. She will stick up for her friends anytime, but she will also stick up for herself.
SAGESTEP ❅ ZUNO A short yet dense furred tortie molly with heterochromia; her right eye is an ocean blue while her left is an evergreen hue. Her mother died during labor and her father thusly disowned and abandoned his kits. Mother to Hollysong, Alpinegust, and Alderdream LITTER FATHER: TUNDRASTORM YOUTH: HOLLYKIT, ALPINEKIT, ALDERKIT
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+SILENTSACRIFICE ❅ OCEANIX A snow cashmere Bengal she-cat with seal points and mink rosettes. Her eyes are the unique silver sage green that belonged to her biological mother Shaman Raelynn. Her name is a tribute to all the sacrificed kittens of Primal Instinct that where murdered by Shaman Raelynn. She is the unknown daughter of Shaman Raelynn and Primal Instinct hunter Lemmi. She was born during a blizzard that kept her adoptive father Primalwinter from learning the truth about Silentsacrifice and her brothers Madking and Warsoldier. She was raised by Primalwinter and Glaciatedrose and is under the impression they are her biological parents and that Howlingserenade and Frozentale were her brother and sister. When she was younger she always knew she looked a bit different from her clanmates. While her and her brothers had medium lengthed fur majority of her clanmates have long haired fur. She had a brief relationship with Crossroad when he was still living life as a rogue resulting in her children Chillstag, Thundersnow, Lightningheat, and Silenttrail. LITTER FATHER: CROSSROAD YOUTH: CHILLKIT, LIGHTNINGKIT, THUNDERKIT, SILENTKIT
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DISASTERKIT piece ❅ MOONBOUND Disasterpiece's fur is long and groomed, billowing down in gentle waves of coal with hints of diamond white in its wake. His eyes pierce into your soul, cold and emotionless, a pale blue mimicking that of ice. Claws unsheathed and digging into the ground, the large tom cat strode forward, his eyes glinting dangerously. "So, you want to hear my story?" He began, a devilish smirk tugging at his leathery lips. "Let's begin." It begins with Disasterpiece, being born to the Sovereign of WinterClan, and a Knight who had seemingly disappeared before Valleystar even knew she was pregnant. His mother was distant, to say in the least, yet at the same time overbearingly close. She was persistent on their training, starting them early at only four moons old. Without a father figure and his mother's training, he was truly lacking both proper parental figures in life. This had caused him to grow aggressive and violent, cruel to his siblings and those around him. To his siblings, though, it was no surprise. From day one, his mother had pitted him and his siblings against each other, forcing them to fight in training and to fight for her love. She always played by favorites, making the others feel unworthy. Disasterpiece was one of Valleystar's all-time favorites, but it wasn't all fairies and lollipops. Instead, she pushed him harder, trained him harder, and was much harsher with her words that sliced him open every time he messed up. Eventually, Disasterpiece went from a barbarous feline to one who was cold and silent, preferring to keep his distance from others. PARENTS:VALLEYSTAR & HIDDENCREST
SKEPTICKIT martyr ❅ UNIQCRIM A complete black molly with a splash of white on her chest and bright amber eyes. Born to Valleystar and Hiddencrest, her littermates are Disasterpiece, Vermilionreality, Deadmemory, and Dualitycontrast. She is the youngest and is very quiet and untrusting of other cats. PARENTS:VALLEYSTAR & HIDDENCREST VERIA ❅ HINATA A complete identical of her father, Feynvul. She has very pretty, long furred lynx point she-cat with pale, stormy gray-blue eyes. She's a daddy's girl. The kind who never leaves their father's side and is determined to make him proud. This results in her listening to his every word as if they're spoken by a prophet and following his teachings as closely as possible. PARENTS:FEYNVUL & CLOVERSPRINKLE
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FERRET song ❅ HINATA Her fur is light calico with a mixture of orange, gray, and white. Her gaze is a startling gold, the only feature she inherited from her mother. It's astonishing that she made past childhood. The weakest of her litter, she was frequently physically and verbally abused by her father. The scars on her pelt the only source of proof she has to years of torment. Escaping around late apprentice age, she wandered the world to mend her broken spirit and eventually came across Winterclan while weakened and starving. She was allowed in as an outsider, but was branded a runaway. Not thinking she'd make it past 2 moons to be considered a full Winterclan warrior, she planned to move on after gathering her strength. This changed when she met Corpserose and fell in love first sight. Knowing the former leader would probably never accept a runaway as a mate, her new goal was to impress her and find happiness for the first time.
KHAALIDA ❅ MOONBOUND She is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. She is the enchantress of the darkness, the mistress of evil; she is hell personified. With long fur billowing down in waves of onyx and two sharp orange eyes with a red ring encircling her pupil, she is ethereal. She captivates those with her charms, yet pushes them away with her cold exterior. Her name is Khaalida, meaning deathless; immortal. She grew up in a harsh environment. She was born into the Northern Kingdom, a place where lady death lays in wait around every corner. A kingdom of plagues, famines, and failed uprisings, all led under a ruthless king who did not care for his people. She was a princess, alongside her two twin siblings, Kaliope and Kyros. They, sadly, were born kin to said ruthless king. The triplets were constantly pitted against each other, for their father made their main goal one thing and one thing only: the throne. Of course, the triplets couldn't lead side by side as they initially thought, for only one could take the throne. From the moment they were able to walk, their father would run them through a series of tests, the difficulty getting increasingly harder as they began to age. He would test their strength, stamina, speed, and endurance, and it was common to push his kits harder than they could manage. Kaliope was the weakest link, always falling behind Khaalida and Kyros. Kyros, on the other hand, would excel magnificently, while Khaalida was stuck right in the middle. She would surpass all of her tests, yet she remained average. As time went on, the more brutal the tests would become, until one day her guards came to retrieve her for the final test. She had no idea what they meant by that, but as they led her to the arena, her heart dropped. They were going to make the triplets fight to the death. Fearing for her own safety, and not being able to muster the courage to fight her own siblings, Khaalida turned and made a break for it, escaping her guards and leaving the territory that belonged to the Northern Kingdom. For many moons she traveled far and wide, and during her travels, she met the nastiest of characters, and the truest of characters. They all spoke of a place where clans and groups lived side-by-side, instead of one big kingdom like what she was used to. She then met this wanderess, one who was mentally deranged, yet still had moments of clarity. She spoke of this place on the highest alpine, a place called WinterClan, where cats valued valor and bravery over treachery and brutalness. It sounded like heaven. And so, Khaalida found her paws taking her to the tallest peak that she could see, and there, she found what she was looking for.
SWAN shade ❅ GOLDCREST His eyes shine with a glistening flirtatiousness, specks of playfulness dancing around without a care. He gives off a youthful vibe, one of boundless energy yet laziness all the same. That's exactly what Swanshade, previously Swan, is. A smooth-talking, care-free, slick fellow. With a handsome frame, sleek, perfectly groomed white fur with slight patches of black woven in, and emerald green eyes, it's hard not to say he is at least somewhat attractive with his broad head and large eyes. His tone is slick and sweet like honey, his words little poems, he flirts with any she-cat he can. It's playful, non-committal, because Swanshade doesn't do well with commitment. He lives for change, whether it be the scenery around him or the cats he talks to, he gets bored after a while. Swanshade had be a light if he wants to, but he has a darkness that is closing in. He is trapped in a world beyond his control. Some days he's fine, other days he's gone into that darkness, watching the walls slowly close in on him. The light is much different. He isn't moody, he isn't needy or clingy. He's just, normal. His spirit is like that of a child's, with touches of laziness thrown in. He can be rather selfish, traveling alone can do that sometimes, and isn't used to big groups. Doesn't mean he doesn't know how to talk to them, though. Swanshade is a sweet-talker, he dishes out compliments and nicknames like the ocean dishes out waves. It seems everyone he meets has a different nickname and he rarely calls them otherwise. His curious nature goes hand-in-hand with his love of life and exploration, discovering of new things. He finds the good in everyone and tends to ignore the bad. If he doesn't like them, then he usually ignores the good.
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