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Brambletalon Role-played by Wolves "Hey Everyone! I am Brambletalon. I am a determined, loyal, and calm, a cat who is devoted to StarClan and SpringClan. I am a friendly cat who gets along with everyone, even those outside my Clan. Just because I am friendly doesn't mean I won't turn on anyone outside my Clan to protect my home and Clan, I will. I am a fair cat who doesn't judge without knowing all sides of a story. I am not one to just strike up a fight, but instead, I like to fight my battles with words, not my claws, though I am not afraid to lift my claws to defend my home, family, and Clan. I am willing to sacrifice my own life to save my home, Clan, friends and family, even if it is a stupid move, I will do it. I lost my Father when he tried to save my Mother and I from a badger attack. My Father had been hunting with us when I and my Mother got trapped against a tree, by a badger. He had leaped forward onto it's back and began to maul it, when it crashed into a tree limb which went right through his body, killing him instantly. My Mother leaped at the badger in rage and got mauled to death, as I, Brambletalon made my way back to camp, with a torn paw. By the time I had gotten back my parents where dead. I hope I can be like my parents and die fighting for what they believe in. I hope to have a mate and kits someday.
Ditto is a dark brown tabby tom with large yellow eyes and white paws. He has a white patch on his chest and tail-tip. He has a lighter muzzle and underbelly and a long striped tail. Ditto is cold and serious and can't seem to take a joke to save his life. He's a follower, and got the name Ditto when his father noticed that, before he even opened his eyes, he seemed to mimic his sisters whenever they made a sound. He can be easily manipulated, especially by those he looks up to. Ditto has great respect for authority figure but little for people below his ranking. He's calm and patient, but somewhat unwelcoming. He can be cocky but never too prideful and knows when he needs to improve his skills. He wants to please others above him, and has troubles with seeing the bad in them. He seems to always be on alert.
Orca
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Orca is a white she-cat with white she-cat with black patches on her face, paws, back, and tail with bright green eyes. Her fur is thin and always seems to be ruffled. She is a quiet and contemplating cat, a thinker and natural born leader. She's independent and mature, always one to take the lead. She's prideful and cocky. She can be defensive because of this, and sometimes aggressive if her ego is hurt. She's skeptical and doesn't trust until someone gives her a reason to. She overachieves and sometimes pushes herself to her limit, saying that there is no such thing as perfect. She's organized, neat and respectable.
Viperstream roleplayed by pluto He tends to roam alone, despite being afraid of loneliness. He's gotten along with the clans he had joined in the past, but didn't stay for long. Over time, he changed about his mind and decided to stay with a clan. Viperstream is a grey tom with icy blue eyes. He has long legs and a sleek, muscular body. He's an experienced fighter, with training from different clans. He is loyal and respectful to those around him. He's a fierce and relentless fighter, but can show mercy when need be. From lessons taught earlier on his life, he is a great teacher and he hopes to become a mentor one day.
Sasha roleplayed by blankslate Sometimes it's not the people who change, but the mask that falls off. Sasha was born in a monarchy, the monarchy that laid the foundations to Brookclan today. Driven from the home before he could experience any of it though, fleeing certain death at the claws of Alexei, the Tsar who stole his father Aiden's crown. Left to start life as a loner alongside his siblings, experiencing the cold gnawing hunger, and freezing winter nights with little shelter. Until they found Brookclan, the old Brookclan. Their father worked his way to power, and with his influence used the clan to take back his birthright. Sasha was offered the right to take the throne after his father and he turned it down. Not desiring the hassle of the throne, thought fierce and clever enough to hold it he thought it restrictive. His brother Viktor turned down the throne because he felt himself unsuited, Sasha couldn't help but agree. Rasputin their youngest brother was never offered the throne. Leaving his sister Anastasia with it, leaving his sister Anastasia to invade the monarchy, and merge it with Brookclan, to make it what it is today. Sasha wasn't around for that though, wasn't around for Rasputin's betrayal and attempted assassination against their sister, and murder of their father. Sasha saw the change come, say the future rebellions, and inter-fighting; and well he had more loyalty to his own survival than to his siblings. A sleek black furred tom with burning amber eyes, his mind is always multiples steps ahead, always thinking towards the future. Often caught up in his own thoughts and contemplation. Snarky, and mocking affectionate it's hard to really understand if Sasha hates you or likes you. Uncle to Anastasia's kits ; Petra, Raine, Nadine, Grigoriy, and Finn. Father to Gullimae, Salieri, Amadeus, Daedalus. When he reunited with his sister Anastasia they decided to leave their burdened past behind and travel the clans. Experiencing different ways of life and trying to find a new peace.
Grigoriy roleplayed by blankslate Black pelt stroked through with light strands of white, a bright spot under on his chest; an almost physical target painted on his fur. Perfectly capable of fending for himself but oddly dependent on others. Grigoriy or Grisha as he is often referred to thrives with being the youngest of his litter. Boils with bitterness at his older siblings preferential treatment towards his sick brother Finn and insecure sister Petra. An attention seeker he likes when all eyes are on him, one for theatrics and putting on show. Everything is a production with him whether true or false. Small he often plays on this for more sympathy. Not outright manipulative, but often being so as a byproduct of his desire for others eyes on him. Argumentative and whiny he is honestly more often a pain and unhelpful. It is hard to imagine him as the son of the Tsar Anastasia; hard to picture him as a descendant of one of the original proud bloodlines. When his uncle Sasha reunited with his mother Grigoriy was quick to latch onto them. Obsessive with his mother after her early abandonment of him when they spoke of leaving he demanded to come. So he follows them as they travel trying to earn their approval wit ha desperate mindlessness.
Frostedkit (sea) roleplayed by lost Frostedsea is a gorgeous she-cat with a pelt of snow white. Scattered about her pelt are patches of silver, and her eyes, ears, and tail are a dark, charcoal gray. Her eyes, as bright as clear blue ocean waves, are inquisitive and curious above a light pink nose. Frostedsea is a brilliant she-cat, wise beyond her moons. She questions everything and always searches for the answers on her own. She is a strong and brave fighter, volunteering for battle when it will help her clan. When she was only two moons old, Frostedsea, her siblings, and her mother, all nearly dead, came to SpringClan after having been attacked by a dog. Her mother, Lavendersprig, had managed to save her kits, although her mate was killed defending their family. Frostedsea, though too preoccupied with life’s mysteries, wishes that she could be half as brave and as selfless as her mother had been so many moons ago. Starting out as the runt of her litter, Frostedsea surprised everyone when she began surpassing others during apprenticeships and becoming the strong warrior she is today. She is definitely made of leader qualities, having a calm head in a crisis and a soothing voice when it feels that the world is falling down. She is kind and gentle with all of those who need it, though stern and commanding when rules must be followed. She upholds the warrior code and praises StarClan, knowing that they guided her to her beloved SpringClan where she found her true calling as a warrior. She spends her days patrolling and hunting for her clan, and her nights prowling after the hidden truths of the big, amazing world around her. She sleeps little but her energy is never diminished. She is a force to be reckoned with, a shoulder to cry on, and a helping hand when needed. Her laugh is infectious, brightening even the stormiest of days.
Lavendersprig roleplayed by lost Lavendersprig is a sweet she-cat with a heart of gold. She is long and lithe, lean muscles beneath her mostly white pelt. Gray tabby markings cover the top of her face, ears, and head, as well as her tail and two front legs. Her eyes are a light, pale blue, soft and as tender as she is. Lavendersprig has lost so much in her life, but has gained so much too. When she was young, just barely a year and still called Lavender, she fell in love with a tom. They had a magical romance that ended in kits, but unfortunately it was not meant to be happily ever after. When the kits were only a couple of moons old, a wild dog attacked their nest, injuring Lavender and her kits. She managed to get them away to safety, but her mate was killed defending those that he loved. Lavender took her kits to SpringClan, knowing she needed to find a home where they would all be safe from the dangers of the forest, and from then on she was known as Lavendersprig. She has adapted well to clan life, enjoying being needed by a large and loving family that accepts her for who she is. She has a slight limp in her hind leg due to the dog attack, however it hasn’t stopped her from being a fierce warrior or an amazing hunter. She is quiet and kind, considerate to all who need her. She adopts all of the kits and apprentices as her own, her motherly instinct running deep to her core. She looks at the brighter side of life despite all the darkness she has faced, knowing that her mate is looking down on her and urging her to be brave, strong, and happy.
Aquakit (marine) role-played by komiharu A small ginger & white tom with pale, round blue eyes. Friendly and enthusiastic about most endeavors, Aquamarine is a cheerful, hardworking tom who tries to leave everyone in a better mood than they were in before he arrived. He dislikes it when others complain about work, but recognises that not everyone shares his enthusiasm towards their duties. As such, he often tries to make patrols and training into fun games, which is often met with mixed reception. Aquamarine prefers to keep things light, and feels guilty if he happens to be in a bad mood due to his irrational fear that it will rub off on others. He will often apologise for things that have nothing to do with him, such as cats' injuries, or poor weather.
Honeydrop roleplayed by lost Honeydrop was born with a bright fire in her eyes and a deep longing in her heart. Honeydrop is a gorgeous she-cat with a buff colored pelt and blazing amber eyes that shine as bright as the morning sun. She is lean and muscular, her claws dagger sharp and her fangs just as dangerous, though her bark is much worse than her bite. Honeydrop was born in SpringClan, the only kit to survive through bare-leaf when the rest of her siblings and her mother died of greencough. Sickness terrifies her, and if she or someone she loves gets the slightest sniffle, she heads straight for the medicine cat den, and has learned what herbs she needs to keep herself healthy and bright. Honeydrop is wise beyond her years with an old soul - one that has seen much more than she remembers, but whispers of the past come to her in dreams. Honeydrop is a stunning warrior, always putting her clan before herself. She rises at dawn to hunt without being asked, and is the first to volunteer to patrol or train apprentices. She revels in the life of being a clan cat, knowing that StarClan has big plans for her. She has a heart of gold and a calm head in the midst of chaos, able to soothe with her honey sweet voice. Since she was a kit, it was clear that would nurse even a mouse back to life if it wasn’t for survival. She is witty, at times sarcastic, and loves to make others laugh. She has a knack and a love for learning, catching onto things with a blink of her eyes, and soaking up any information given, whether the properties of herbs or new fighting techniques. Peace is her biggest mission in life, despite how much she loves the thrill of the hunt or the adrenaline rush in battle, she wants everyone to be safe and sound, curled up in their beds off moss at the end of the night.
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Post by Spiderheart on Jul 9, 2019 21:57:10 GMT -5
Lightbreeze role-played by Spiderheart Lightbreeze is a thin pale ginger she-cat with a white muzzle and chest, she has blazing amber eyes . Lightbreezes first priority above all else is her loyalty to SpringClan, it is something she thrives on and it is what pushes her to better herself. She trains daily so she may continue to gain strength, strength that one day may be called upon to help protect the lives of her clanmates. Lightbreeze is feisty and outspoken never holding back her opinions or thoughts in any given situation, if she can give her input and it help then there is no reason to hold back. Her outgoing nature makes her easy to get on with and her lively attitude promises no dull moments when she is around. She is always ready for the next patrol or hunting party and will happily volunteer for as many as she can, and although she is fun loving she takes her duties seriously. Lightbreeze knows there is a time and a place for everything and she is careful to be sure she does not falter in her responsibilities.
Branchfall
role-played by Spiderheart
Branchfall is a large brown tom with black tabby stripes, his pelts is laced with white and ginger undertones. His amber and green eyes are like pools of fire flecked with floating green leaves that refuse to be swallowed by the heat. Branchfall is a rather burly tom, his large size noticeable to any cat who stands near him, he has broad well muscled shoulders and large paws. Branchfall is a fighter through and through, always ready to lay down his life for his clan. He does not fear death for all cats eventually perish and he knows when his time comes he will have died a brave warrior who would do anything to keep his clanmates safe. Branchfall is not always the easiest cat to be around, he doesn't quite grasp how to properly tone his voice and most of the time when he speaks it comes off harsher than he intended. He does not mean to be this way and instantly regrets the aftermath of what his words cause but most cats don't understand that he is not doing it on purpose.
Berrypaw(cloud)
role-played by Spiderheart
Berrycloud is a pale creamy tabby she-cat with round amber eyes. Berrycloud is a calm and collective she-cat, open but quiet. She is easy to get along with but I wouldn't expect her to speak much as she often prefers to listen only making her voice heard on rare occasions or when it is needed. Berrycloud is not a fast-paced feline, unless the situation calls for urgency she enjoys taking her time in the things she does. To her competition is pointless, so long as the needs of her clanmates are taken care of in a timely manner then she sees no need to rush herself. Rushing causes mistakes and mistakes can often be deadly if one isn't careful. Berrycloud loves to walk through the territory with the sun on her pelt and the soft sounds of nature buzzing around her, she find an air of peace in the world outside of the camp and would give anything too keep it that way.
Edited Jul 15, 2019 23:45:44 GMT -5 By Spiderheart
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Post by Spiderheart on Jul 9, 2019 22:54:21 GMT -5
Sunkit(dance)
role-played by Spiderheart
Sundance is a large light ginger tabby tom with piercing amber eyes. As a young kit Sundance and his family were attacked by a dog, the attack had lead to his father Branches death and left the ginger tom with a scar that would keep the memory with him always, the top half of his left ear was torn off leaving it noticeably shorter and rounder than his right ear. Sundance is a reserved tom who prefers to keep to himself, he has never found the comforting joy of having others around and because of that he has become a loner in his own clan. He does not mind being an outcast though, he is not fond of easy friendships and most give up after little effort. Sundance knows that the ones who truly care and continue to push at the barrier he has built are those who will become his truest companions, so far though he remains by himself watching. The thick-pelted tom not only shields himself from his clanmates but from his family as well, he was close to his father and after he died Sundance distanced himself from his mother and littermates. He still care for them as any would for family but the bond he once shared with them vanished with their fathers death, a death that will haunt him always his half ear a constant reminder of that dreadful day. His mother is Lavendersprig and his littermates are Frostedsea, Eveningrose, Branchtwist, and Smokeglass.
Eveningkit (rose) role-played by paogirl18 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.
Sleetkit (scamper) roleplayed by Trouvaille A pale grey tabby tom with sleet grey eyes. Sleetscamper is a tom who can't seem to keep his paws in his own business. He is so very curious, which honestly can be a problem. You see, not all cats are friendly to cats sticking their nose in their personal affairs under the guise that they were just curious what was going on. Sleetscamper means no harm by it, though. He couldn't hurt a fly. This makes him pretty useless as a warrior, as he refuses to fight and hunting makes him sad. Those little bunnies all have families of their own! If it wasn't for the fact his belly would be very upset if he didn't eat, he probably wouldn't. That's how big his heart is. He tries to be overly helpful and truly hates when other cats are in pain. Because of this, he is the kind of cat who would be more than willing to take the fall when bad things happen, if only to make it so others don't have to suffer their rightful punishment. Sleetscamper is the kind of cat who likes to smell the roses, just because he thinks they're just so cute! Honestly, he's a kittypet soul in the body of a warrior. Sleetscamper is a very chatty cat, one who is willing to talk to anyone about anything. He can be kind of annoying to others, but he tries his little best.
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Post by Spiderheart on Jul 15, 2019 23:53:08 GMT -5
Eveningspirit Roleplayed by Spiderheart Eveningspirit has a thick coat of ginger and white, her face and head are laced with tabby stripes and just at the start of her forehead above her eyes is a scar where fur no longer grown leaving only pink colored flesh. Her eyes are pools of pale amber that grow darker just around her pupil. She tends to have a piercing look to these orbs, many cats who meet her gaze find it to be quite intimidating to hold. Her emotions are not telegraphed through her eyes like many others, she tends to have an almost empty look within the golden depths, though this does not mean that Eveningspirit does not have emotions. Quite the opposite really. Eveningspirit is a very passionate feline, and once you get to know her she is quite easy to understand. Her emotions run hot and deep within her. Her temper is nearly legendary within the clan, but on the opposite end of the spectrum, so is her kindness. She can turn her emotions nearly on a dime, making this feline quite unpredictable when it comes to her reactions in certain situations. While she does feel very deeply, certain emotions, such as anger, are slow to rise and it takes something drastic to get instant fury from this she-cat. Eveningspirit has a very calculating mind. She is constantly assessing those around her, and the situations that arise between clanmates. In battle, she can almost instantly decipher opponents strengths and weaknesses, just by watching them fight for a few seconds. This makes her rather dangerous in battle that and her surprising agility make up for her smaller size. Eveningspirit is quite persuasive when she puts her mind to it. She could charm a tiger out of its stripes if she really wanted to. Her silver tongue and honeyed words are quite useful when negotiating with other clans, and even her own clanmates, to get her way, or to get out of a fight. She does not lie or stretch the truth, merely finds a way to tell the truth in a way that sounds very flattering to whomever she is speaking to. Sometimes, things do not go quite as Eveningspirit intends, as she can be quite blunt when speaking at times. When feels she is not being listened to she becomes a bit harsh and demanding. Eveningspirit finds it better to be honest, rather than hiding behind lies. Better to let a cat know how the truth of things, than coddle them with deceit. Eveningspirit is actually quite a responsible feline. She takes all tasks and duties to her clan very seriously. She makes sure that every cat is following orders, and that everything is done before she will allow herself to relax. This is not to say that she is uptight, or stressed, simply that the she-cat believes that if things can be done today, then it should be. "Don't put off till tomorrow, what you can get done today." is her favorite saying, and she says it quite frequently. Eveningspirit takes pride in her loyalty to SpringClan, and the dedication required to fulfill her duties to her clan. She is a hard working cat, and she tries to inspire others to work hard as well. She is fully committed to her clan, and always ensures that every cat is taken care of and knows that they can always come to her is they feel there is an issue. To those who do not know her, Eveningspirit can seem like a bit of an oddball, she can often times be seen muttering to herself but don't be alarmed she is simply thinking aloud to herself and running through what needs to be done for that day. It is a habit that she has done her whole life, one that she was never able to shake. As hard of a worker as she is Eveningspirit still enjoys the little things in life and on her down time will often times wander through SprinClans territory, or relaxing in one of her favorite spots. Warrior
Post by dualwielding on Jul 16, 2019 15:42:43 GMT -5
Woollycloud Roleplayed by dualwielding Woollycloud is a gentle giant, towering with a tall stature and long legs. He is easy for some to fear by sight, seeing him lumber around with wide strides on bulky paws. Though hearing his name can make it hard to take him seriously. You can say he doesn't know his own strength, but he has a rather mild nature to him. He struggles with a few things, like agility. Due to his large size, he takes just a bit more time to chase his prey. Though this is true, he tests other tactics and is usually a successful predator. His strong suit would definitely show in the battle field. His thick fur acts as armor and his build holds muscle. Not to mention the claws on this tom are long and sturdy. Catching a blow from the warrior is something you don't want. He once lived within the confinements of walls, only allowed to peer through glass. It's not the sort of life anyone should live. Tasting the fresh air and running wild is the way things are meant to be. An open window was all it took to free him from his prison, and not long after he was found by a patrol. He wasn't much of a threat, having no more fighting experience other than clawing on furniture from boredom. At that time, he was young, and believe it or not, small in size. Some of his clanmates might agree that he should have stayed and enjoyed his soft kittypet life. Woollycloud tries not to let the comments bother him too much. In fact, he likes to joke around with the others and disarm their hurtful words. Woollycloud sports an ashy black mask-and-mantle coat and honest amber eyes. Warrior
Zakhar role-played by Oceanix [written by Blank_Slate] The brother of Aiden and the uncle to Anastasia, Sasha, Viktor, and Rasputin. Compared to his brother Zakhar is one of the more easy going of the two. While Aiden was outraged over Alexei's betrayal and was ultimately exiled alongside his children because of it. Zakhar on the other hand didn't bother to complain. At least he got to still be considered royalty even if he wasn't exactly the brother to the tsar. Then Zakhar and Evgenia, Alexei's youngest sister, fell in love. They'd meet each other every night under the moonlight and act like nothing happened by the morning. Afterall, if Alexei was to find out that Zakhar was messing around with his youngest sister especially considering what house he came for he would of surely had Zakhar's head. However, things got even more complicated when Evgenia ended up pregnant with Zakhar's kits. The she-cat was able to hide her pregnancy up until the day they were born and then promptly dumped the kits outside of House Ranveig's den. Zakhar knew right away they were his and took them in promptly. Once Alexei found out the kits were Zakhar's he demanded to know who his mate was. Zakhar refused to say, but Evgenia cracked under the pressure and claimed it was a rogue who was not apart of the group and that she had seen them together on numerous occasions. Alexei stripped the kits of their status as royals because of this and dubbed them peasants causing the kits to live a life of misery as they were viewed as traitors due to the actions of their father. Warrior
Paintedconstellation role-played by Oceanix Paintedconstellation inherited the unique Devon Rex beauty that belonged to her mother Paintedturtle. She likes to think that she named in honor of her mother's name and not the swirling mess of calico pattern. Other traits she inherited from her mother and her grandfather Timefragment include her bright dazzling green eyes and large oversized ears. As an apprentice she ran away from Brookclan. Leaving behind her father Midnightcomet and her sister Sunrisemosaic. Warrior
