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A product of tragedy that managed to become a treasure. Daffodildelight was the product of a kittypet father and a SpringClan mother. She was an only child, yet she never lacked friends. Her idyllic life was interrupted when rogues led by the callous Cicero. At two moons she was forced to flee with her mother who refused to pledge loyalty. Unfortunately, her mother was wounded fatally, passing away only pawsteps from the DayClan border. With fear instilling great strength she came upon a patrol who rescued her. Somehow the terror she saw and felt did not affect her demeanor it did, however, make her not want to return to SpringClan. Daffodildelight was then and is now a sweet feline, always there for clanmates. She is never wanting for friends as her demeanor bubbles over to those around her, making it hard for anyone around her to remain in any mood other than one of happiness. She keeps her friends close and cares deeply for them, willing to do almost any for them. Her loyalty carries over to her clan, they took her in and raised her; There is nothing she would not do for them. She is steadfast in her beliefs. Daffodildelight will never back down if she truly cares, her morals will not be bent. Yet she can be a bit ditsy, not always paying attention or keeping track of what is going on. She cares more for spiritual matters than physical matters, who is fighting who just does not matter as much as how one is truly doing. She likes to pray and offer up tith to StarClan. It may not be an ordinary practice for most of DayClan, but she will never stop it. Her looks are close enough to pass as a true DayClan cat but just odd enough to single her out. Daffodildelight’s creamy blonde fur is accented with pale ginger tabby stripes along her paws and face. Her golden paws are larger than most with two extra toes on each paw. To balance that out her ears are curled backward and rather rounded on the tops. Just below her ears are two eyes a rather pale shade of green not unlike laurel. To end her looks is a rather stubby bright ginger tail not longer than her paw is wide.
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.
A scholar in black, destined for greatness or so he believes. William is a born and bred BrookClan cat. His lineage while long is nothing special, simply ordinary cats who had ordinary lives. William took what he was dealt and vowed to improve upon it. His mother only spurred him on, she had lived through several different upheavals in the clan and believed it was time for her family to take over. While William may think highly of himself, he could never fool himself into believing his mother’s dreams. He spent his first moons soaking in all he could learn from stories he was told. As a kadet he put all he could into his training, pushing himself farther than what was reasonable. As a new voiny he began to leave the territory in search of more knowledge. William has never told anyone why he leaves, only that he is and he will be back. He always returns, never forgetting his true home. William has picked up many things from his travels though he may not always be forthcoming with his knowledge of foreign lands. BrookClan still offers him new experiences, it’s not unusual to find him somewhere deep in the study of nature or the tales of an elder. He holds an uncanny ability to sit motionless for extended periods of time, a trait that passes over to his mind as well. It is rather hard to upset William or at least get a physical reaction out of him. He is prone to keeping things close to his chest, be it secrets or emotions. This leads him to come off a bit cynical, he tends to look at the negative, or realistic as he likes to call it. Some can perceive him as gruff or moody at times, though it is often because he feels they are interrupting his studies. William is a tall and lean tom with silky fur that appears longer in some places. It is a sooty Black that fades to a soft grey along his belly. Faint tabby stripes mark his sides and run through the grey patch on his chest. His black face is given a dignified look with a Roman nose. Wide ears offset the narrow head with a long muzzle. Olive drab eyes speckled with silver match thin silvery whiskers. His tail is rather fluffy in comparison to the rest of his coat. William keeps himself in pristine condition for a healthy body supports a healthy mind.
A pretty crystal with no real value. Quartz's mother treated her like a novelty, fun at first then discarded her once she grew bored. Her father is unknown to her as he never came into to see her. She did have her siblings though and they grew closer than most do in the League. The four of them worked on raising each other, building up each other’s weaknesses. Quartz became the ringleader of the group, always leading the charge into mischief or outright danger. They stayed together as trainees, though it was a struggle when her sister nearly passed due to an accident. Quartz ended up being promoted earlier than the rest of her siblings, something that stuck a small wedge between her and her siblings. Yet when the other three were promoted the rift seemed to heal. Quartz learned to take a step apart from her siblings and develop into her own self. She often keeps her thoughts to herself, not willing to share her deeper thoughts with others. That’s not to say she isn’t sociable, Quartz does make conversation and friends. Fully aware of others she does her best to fit in, neither standing out or falling behind. Not drawing unwanted attention is her specialty. She has learned to take in her surroundings and observe her league mates. All this she takes in and stores it away to use later when necessary. At times she can appear cold and unfeeling, but she is not bloodthirsty. Quartz would much rather trick and deceive, using mental pain instead of physical. Deception is her favorite game. It brings her joy to weave tales out of thin air to have others believe. Quartz desires to have more than what she started with, to improve upon her. While it doesn’t have to be power she needs more. Smaller than the average cat, a long thick coat helps bulk her up. Alabaster white fur is accented with faint grey and cream patches, most of which form faint tabby stripes while the rest seem to highlight her frame. Her tail is almost solid grey with thin white stripes. Her delicate face is accented with a soft pink nose and large white ear tufts. Her fur grows just slightly longer on her chest giving her a curvy look. Silvery eyes with the faintest hint of ocean blue give her a doll-like look. The thin black outline around her eyes only makes them stand out more.
Quartz
Basic Information
Clan: Primal Instinct Age: Adult Gender: Female Rank: Warden Sexuality: Heterosexual Parents: PI mother & unknown father Siblings: Harpy, Zephyr, Kuduz Mate: Single Kits: None
Milestones
•Created April 29th 2019 •Promoted to Warden on May 12th 2019 • • • •
