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Pine trees sway and blizzards blow. That's just the reality of WinterClan. There in the worst possible hour a she-cat by the name of Coralsnow gave birth to a single kitten whom she named Leatherkit. Even from birth leather kit had bright green eyes. Unlike the other kittens who seemed to be born with blue eyes that changed with maturity. His emerald green irises reminded her of the ferns that grew along the SunClan border. What was their name? Oh, right. Leatherfern. Coralsnow was a respected prison guard she-cat who gave Leatherstar's father, Blisteringstarm, a run for his prey. The oak build brown thick pelted tom was a heart breaker in his youth who was swept away by the pretty pale ginger she-cat. He was also a respect prison guard in his time. Born to two prison guard parents it was expected that the kitten who had his mothers gaze and his fathers form would also one day claim an intricate scar. But Leatherstar was never cold, brooding, or leaning towards pain and suffering. He could barely catch a mouse as a new apprentice. His parents would have none of it. As early as three moons Leatherkit was put through secret strength training by his mother and father. Taken out into the cold territory he was forced to walk on thorns, sleep in the open during cold nights, learn to fight with unsheathed claws, and forced to hold his head under icy water to teach him out to swim. All so that one day he could bare a scare far more gruesome than either of his parents. But they would never see the day. Not long after his apprenticeship his father died in battle, his mother in a bought of green cough. Leatherpaw, at the time, did not miss them. Yet the damage had already been done. Leatherpaw was a reserved tom, small in frame and quiet. He lacked social skills generally learned while playing with the other kits in the nursery. Instead he was suffering in secret. When it came to training he was exactly as all had expected. An ideal prison guard. Large in form and muscular from excessive training. But he lacked restraint. His claws seemed to slip out at the worst moment when he lost track of nightmares and reality. After his parents passed on Goldenstar placed him as the guard over his ex mate and deputy Hazethroat. The feisty yet merciful she-cat taught him how to accept others as more than opponents. She was perhaps his first love and first friend. Though when the time came to prove his loyalty he could not stand up for her against the fury of Goldenstar and he watched her die. After the reign of Goldenstar, Understar, a rogue, forced his way into leadership and placed leatherpaw as his deputy. Obviously the unruly tom knew little of their clan traditions. Yet the soft spoken tom did not argue. Despite the cruel comments of his clan mates who took his youth into consideration his parents training set him up for success. Little did they know they had dreamed too little for their son. Leatherstar perhaps learned most of his morals and new found social skills as deputy under Understar. Of course the leader was rough around the edges but he did occasionally take Leatherfern out and teach him leadership skills. Such skills as diplomacy, the secretive nature of a spy, and the quick wit of a cat under pressure. He met Echodrop and fell in love. Though he realized his weakness was she-cats and had a few secret litters with other mistresses his heart would always belong to Echodrop and their children, Sabelcrown, Ancientstorm, Cinnamonspice, Mapleice, and Autumnfrost. Now as a leader he has grown a bit out of the dark cloud his youth put him in and has molded into a thoughtful tom who has his heart and mind set on righting the wrongs of predecessors. And to set a straight and narrow path for those to follow.
THE CLAN DEPUTY SIGNIFIED BY THEIR TITLE
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ROLEPLAYED BY FRANCXS MOTHER unknown FATHER Littleweb SIBLINGS None MATE None KITS None WARRIORS BOND None BLESSING Arawn NOVICE None
Sweetpine Whispers seem to follow this cat around like a bad smell. No one knows where he came from. Just that one day he waltzed into camp like he knew it by heart. The winds themselves must have carried him here, the secrets of winter and the white cats painted on the leaves that swirled past him as he made his way to this home. His home. A pretty pelt of rich brown, not a scratch about him makes others wonder. He must have been a kittypet at some point. However, like his father he carries a trademark, his claim to winterclan blood. White speckles have begun to climb up his paws. Like spackle they threaten to overtake his pelt. When he arrived he was well fed, muscled and defined, battle ready with no training experience, but none needed. He's since kept it up, warranting him bewildered looks from his new clan mates. Through famine or feast he stays the same. His eyes are a deep shade of green, often looking about, just surveying the daily lives of the other cats. He stays social, but far enough away from others where he can keep tabs without making too many pacts. Like his father he has a devil may care attitude, bewildered by others anger. He prefers discussions, having the same silver tongue as those before him, but is not afraid of calming a rowdy group by force. There is little fear from this tom, and he hopes to make his time peaceful.
THE MEDICINE CAT AND THEIR CHOSEN OFFSPRING WHO HEAL THE CLAN AND LEAD THEM IN RITUALS
If you give her food she'll be your best friend. Mistyveil is a misty Russian blue and radiant peach furred she-cat with a white patch of fur at the top of her chest displaying a golden heart shaped locket capable of playing a broken melody. She has a turquoise right eye and pale blue with gilded flecks left eye. Her right eye has hawk eye visibility, but her left ear is deaf. She will often refer to other cats as a fuzz brain when she's annoyed with their behavior and is quick to judge other people's action, but is also too lazy to actually do anything about it. She cares an awful lot about food and will get hangry incredibly easily. This is largely because she was a prisoner in WinterClan for many moons and being without prey often reverts her back to her more primal self. Most noticeably she has self inflicted scars along her front legs that she gave to herself, but she doesn't go into much detail besides that. At any opportunity that Mistyveil can she is always lying down whether it's medically helping another cat, talking to others or at a gathering. She is very detached from caring what other cats think about her, but does like having friends. However that may be hard as she was imprisoned due to having murdered her entire family and covering up the crime for years. Still she finds love in Regin, her mate that she met down in the prisons which is very ironic considering when she was apart of WinterClan she was a prison guard keeping him in line. Since then Regin and her have continuously been having kits and are openly violently flirtatious towards another much to the clans dissatisfaction.
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ROLEPLAYED BY TBD MOTHER Mistyveil FATHER SIBLINGS MATE Too young KITS Too young SKILL STONES None WARRIORS BOND None BLESSING Errapel
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SHARDS - PROTECTORS OF THE CHIEF
C R I M S O N R O S E || bellona This large scarred dark ginger she cat was once a member of Vera E'tani's fearsome and infamous league. However, as time wore on the she cat became... bored with her lot as simply one of many mighty hunters that made up the league choosing to leave it behind and instead join WinterClan. Crimson is a fighter, a warrior who's primary language is battle. The only aspect she has yet to experience is fighting truly for a cause, and fighting along the lines of a code. Such restrictions, and limitations, how will they change the experience in battle? Although she doubts she'll kick death dealing for good, her claws will not extinguish life without cause any more. Her life has been forever changed by a chance meeting with Leatherfern, resulting in the pair of them forming a bond of master and student, with Crimsonrose teaching the tom how to refine his fighting skills, while she in turn stands at his side a deterrent as he grows stronger under her watchful amber gaze. By moving to WinterClan she hopes to not only teach her student a great deal, but learn in turn herself, sharpening her mind, her claws and making her life more interesting. The challenges that will now face her are far greater than any she's faced as one of the mighty league. And she couldn't be more excited. Jetclaw
B A R R E N F R O S T || blessing 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. FAITH
FROZENS - PROTECTS OF THE JARL
V I O L A H O P E || blessing She’s the odd one out, the female of the litter, the only not to inherit the distinctive hemingway paws her brothers all carry and the only of an average size against her brothers’ huge statures. She doesn’t mind this, though. She is one of them regardless of how she may look. Unbeknownst to her, she likely takes after her father in terms of figure, the lean shape hidden under silky fur drawing more from the CrowClan blood pumping through her veins. She is a cat of royalty, and even if she is unaware of that heritage she can lay claim to, she certainly thinks as much. Her brothers are open about their perceived importance, Gods among simple creatures, and while she sees herself as no less grand she tends towards a subtler approach. Not too subtle, of course. She’s the sort to get in your head, silken words driving a cat to madness. She finds the torment of others beautiful, thinking violence like art. While her brothers act as Gods, she herself acts as their loyal demon. If a cat is deemed undesirable by her brothers, she is the one to cloak into shadows, carving masterpieces into their pelts and bleeding terrible madness into their minds. Those that survive her performance often don’t draw the ire of her or her littermates again. She’s a tormentor, a master at learning what makes others tick and how to edge another to their breaking point. Perhaps it is her blood manifesting in all the worst ways. After all, though she was abandoned at birth as the illicit child of a mother from WinterClan and a father from Primal Instinct, she certainly has terrible roots to draw from. Her mother offers blood descending from Angel E’tani, a former leader of the League, while her father descends from the leadership of the long-ago CrowClan. She certainly is from the epitome of terrible, the leadership of those groups from horror stories told to kittens trickling down to this horror of a she-cat.Her name is beautiful, given by her estranged mother in the hopes she would inherit the strength of her namesake, a flower able to endure the cold of winter. After all, a she-kit needed a strong name to survive in the cold world she has inherited. While her actions seem to suggest everything but beauty, her appearance seems to reflect a much. Her pelt is laid in white, tendrils of shadow reaching delicately from her spine, wreathing around her forelegs and leaving marks across her face. Her silken tail streaks in black and white, blending seamlessly into the fingers of shadows reaching from her body when held low, something only done in times when she sets to work on her ‘art’. Usually she holds the plumy appendage high, graceful confidence in her stride, but she turns to light steps and careful movements when stealing through the shadows and set upon her devil’s work. Hazel eyes never miss a beat, every detail noted and every weakness exploited. She doesn’t mind her place as a killer and torturer in the name of her brothers. She loves every victim fallen to her claws and every cat cowering under her torment. As their loyal devil, she is certain a piece of the power they all are destined to will be hers. They deal with the intricacies. Barrenfrost is the leader who organizes their eventual rise to power. Greysin is the brute force of her littermates, facing open threats head on with almost unrivaled skill. Stygianblack is the one to draw more to their side, the supposedly caring face of the litter. Violahope is only there to ensure none get in her brothers’ way. Any that dare try don’t last long before becoming just another piece of art, a remnant of the work she leaves behind. For those who don’t fall beneath her claws, it is only the fools who continue to fight against them. Fools who only ever end up sprawled in their own blood for their error. BLUESTARROCKS!
I C E D I V Y || bellona What’s it like? Growing up where your mother is looked down upon as if she were the dirt between your toes? There was truly no other option. WinterClan has raised her to find no respect for her mother, and eventually the she-cat passed due to illnesses. Icedivy was left in the care of her father, weened early due to no other queens at that moment. The small white kitten was assumed she wouldn’t make it. Short fur, two different colored eyes, and a small frame. After all, what kind of cat would she turn out to be if she did make it? Against the odds, she worked hard to become strong and even ended up with somewhat of a sharp tongue. Her legs grew longer, her muscles stronger, and in the transformation, she became beautiful even. No longer the pip squeak she once was, Icedivy had became a rather regal feline. A nice thick snow-white coat, one sky blue eye, and another of a dull grass green. A unique beauty. Icedivy is known to be somewhat quiet if she does not know you too well, but don’t let her quietness fool you. Say the wrong thing out of line and she will not hesitate to let her tongue become your lashing. She may look innocent, but even she managed the blessing of bellona. Icedivy
SACRIFICIAL LAMBS TO APPEASE THE ANCIENTS
I C E C R E A M || Vagard
She’s the fiercest spitfire girl that you will ever have the sweet demise of facing. Don’t look at her wrong, don’t breathe wrong, this feline is looking for a fight and will settle on you outsider or not. Everyone knows she was born in a prison, everyone knows that her mom is a murderer who killed her own family and her father, Regin a guy her mother Mistyveil met while in prison. With a past and face as ugly as her she learned it’s better to decide not to like anyone than be rejected. As a kit she got too far from camp and encountered Innocentia, a cannibalistic proxy. She was held down and eaten alive, blinded by the attack. She was saved by Razorkiss, a shard and Tigerfang, a prison guard. Now the entire left half of her face is skinned and cracked, constantly peeling. She changed her name from Flutter to Ice after that and isn’t exactly afraid of picking at her face in front of many disgusted witnesses. Icecream has lunar white fur with Russian blue and cream tabby markings completing a tundra tortoiseshell look. She has a wasp waist, well-toned legs and pillowy soft fur. Her tail is so long that it curls in a U at her neck as though wearing a fur scarf. Her left eye is like staring into a galaxy possessing a milky cobalt blue color that takes over the entire whites of her blind eye. Her right eye is a unique turquoise. Her siblings are Opalinewing, Cherryblossom, Vaportrail, Windyhurricane, and Moonserenade. FAITH
P O L A R I C E || Vegard Do you all know what Polar is? It's not a polar'bear' because that's a type of bear. What I'm talking about is two of the coldest places on earth, the North and South Pole. The only thing you get there, is deadly cold that does it's best to kill you. I'm talking about the North and South pole because, this is the attitude of this cat. Rude, mean, full of hatred, to the cat's she doesn't like. It's very easy to get on her bad side, she's always ready to snap at you with deadly sharp teeth. She is cold towards the people she likes to, so don't feel bad. She is a slim she-cat with long legs, and dark blue eyes. Her expression is blank letting no one knows how she feels, the one trick to see is her eyes. They almost tell you how see feels, but not her secrets. Polarice doesn't like to do anything but swim, she doesn't care what anyone thinks and if you try to tell her she throws it out her mind. Tell her she's beautiful there it goes, tell her that she is a terrible cat, there it goes but then you have a grudge and a clawed pelt. Her sister is Snowfall, and she almost despises her sister like most cats, just because she's nice, and kind.
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C A G E D B I R D || Vegard A soft green eyed tortoiseshell she-cat. Her pelt is long and fluffy but hangs off her small frame like the branches of a weeping willow. She is tender hearted and carries in her chest a powerful heart. She cares for those around her with an unceasing love. Her selflessness makes her make hard decisions others may view as foolish. When her heat broke she devoted it to Vegard and his blessing of sacrifice. The honor of Martyr her ending goal. To save the clan would be her grace. Primordialhaze
THE UPPER CLASS MEMBERS OF THE MAIN POPULATION. WARRIORS AND PRISON GUARDS.
F O L D I N G W I N G || errapel Butterflies flutter and birds sing. Foldingwing was born and raised in WinterClan. Even with ice born in her blood Foldingwing has a warm soul. She seems to see through her fellow clan mates and desires to solve their problems and find then their place of happiness. Foldingwing is a medium sized she-cat with a long white pelt with ginger and black spots strewn across the top of her pelt across her back and head. She has a long fluffy tail and dark blue eyes. She s kind, sweet. and understanding. She is the daughter of Sweetpea and Goldenrain and the sister of Crystalrose. PRIMORDIALHAZE
D E A L F I N D E R 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. HONEYSTORM
A G A V E S I L K || bellona While the outside world knows of WinterClan as a hostile and unfriendly clan, some hidden in its cracks and faulty places are little gems of peace and tranquility. Such a gem is Agavesilk. This she-cat is mostly known as an eye catcher. A warrior seen more for her reproductive possibilities than her sharp claws or pointy fangs. Agave is what you would consider a flower among thorns. A she-cat to be loved and doted on. Cherished and adored. Her pretty downy soft pelt brown with small flecks of silver in its midst. Like the first flakes of snow after a fateful summer. The rest of her pelt, her chest and a spot between her eyes as unblemished as a fresh snowfall or the forest after a blizzard. Her eyes a haunting crystal blue. Though seen as a ornament of WinterClans softer more tender side, Agavesilk is a huntress by trade. Her paws silent as an owls wings at night. Her gaze steady and her pounce swift and precise. PRIMORDIALHAZE
S E A F R O S T 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. CLEAVER:D
S T O R M C L O U D Fierce amber eyes shimmer with unknowing knowledge , against the snow like white pelt of this tom-cat named Stormcloud. Stormcloud was from the time he was born a fierce fighter, having to fight for his life. Born the smallest and weakest in his litter, he had to fight for everything in . From getting a drop of milk to getting affection from his parents. When they got older he had to fight to keep up in training , taking longer then most. By the time he was made a warrior, his older and stronger siblings were already made warriors. Stormcloud continues to fight to prove himself worthy of being a warrior, often being taunted by his Clan mates. He hates it but he doesn't let it define who he is or what he wants to do. He is loyal to StarClan and the Warrior Code, always striving to improve himself and to show other's that even though he isn't as big as them , he could still do the same things they can. SUNMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
V I N E T U M B L E Born to Littleluck in DayClan all Vinetumble can remember of his early life is stumbling into WinterClan being ushered along by non other than Understar himself. Fully aware that he is not a WinterClan cat by blood this lean muscles black and white tom cat holds nothing against his leader. Matter fact he rather believes Understar rescued him despite the harsh rumors of kidnapping. Vinetumble was born for WinterClan. Though the cold bitter climate nips at his thin pelt there is nothing more beautiful to him than frost on tree bark and snow on brush. His clan mates describe him as a trouble maker. The Loki of the clan. Always jesting and giving the clan a reason to roll their eyes or bat his ears. Though playful and charming Vinetumble holds a gleam in his reddish green eyes that tease those who look of hidden secrets and promises of adventure. Vinetumble is litter-mates with Wolfears, Smokestag, and Seafrost. PRIMORDIALHAZE
C R O W C A C O P H O N Y || arawn A born and bred WinterClan she-cat, Crowcacophony has not had the easiest life. She was born into a pure blooded family, or at least that is what she had been told. Yet when her mother, Icewhisper, took off in the middle of the night with her and her siblings, she knew something was not right. It turned out the tom, Cardinalstrength, whom she thought was her father was unaware of his mate’s infidelity and her true father, Beaversplash, was a WaterClan warrior. Now her mother was taking her to join up with him. When they met up with her father he had different plans. The tom had come to tell her mother that he had no desire to continue to be with her or even take responsibility for his kits. When the argument turned heated, her mother was slain and the tom panicked when the kits started to cry. Her siblings were quickly dispatched and an attempt was also made on her life. Yet she had managed to survive the attempt on her life, although a passing crow mistook her for dead and tried to eat her. It was those screams of pain that caught the attention of a passing warrior who managed to rescue her. The scent left by her attempted killer led the clan to him and with that the rest of her blood family was gone. The WinterClan tom who still believed Crowcacophony was his daughter invested everything into her and managed to get her back into prime shape. The once injured kit took a new look on life and once she became an apprentice, told the tom the truth. While Cardinalstrength was heartbroken by the truth, he never let go of the fact that Crowcacophony was his daughter. Glad to still have a family, she went on with her life to become a warrior. Though not longer after her promotion, tragedy struck yet again when her adoptive father was killed in an avalanche. Yet she kept on going and is still going. Her long and sleek pelt is mostly white with large black patches along her tail, back, and head.Those black patches are accented with a lighter shade of ginger, making her a calico. Her eyes are an icy mint green with the slightest hint of blue along the edges. Her form is lean and on the tall side, owing to her father’s blood. Yet she thankfully inherited her mother’s double coated fur and snowshoe like paws. While she has moved past the tragedies that plagued her early moons, she still has questions for her mother. She wants to know what made her betray her clan for a tom who didn’t even want her kits. But she is thankful for Cardinalstrength who always thought of her as his daughter. To her clanmates she is of pure blood and lost most of her family in a tragic accident, yet she carries the truth that she is of half clan and the victim of familicide. This she all hides underneath her rather friendly exterior and protective instincts. She cares deeply for her clan and tries her hardest to do what is right for the clan, though at times her own self interest gets in the way. Like any WinterClan cat she can come off as sharp tongued and slightly hostile. Crowcacophony is rather distrustful of outsiders and carries a dislike of other clans. LADY.M
O W L S T R I K E || durai Owlstrike's eyes remind you of a green leaf turning to a dark green in Leaf-fall. His eyes are always watching, either from the shadows or behind something. His eyes never give anything away, so it is very hard to read how he is feeling or thinking. Owlstrikes pelt is a white hue that seems dappled with grey streaks through out his pelt. His fur is long , making him seem like a bulky cat. Underneath the layers of fur is a lean and well muscled bones, that have developed due to working too hard. Owlstrike is Intelligent; logical; reserved; mysterious; good fighter; good hunter; ; Striker ; Sneaky; fierce; and a good leader. Owlstrike's life started in tragedy. His Mother gave birth to him not long after being severely wounded from a rock slide. Once Owlstrike was born his Mother passed away from lack of blood and her wounds. He never knew his Father, who not long before had died fighting off a badger. Owlstrike was taken into the Clan and cared for by the Queens of the Clan. Owlstrike hopes to be able to live up to his name and to serve his Clan well. He works hard and does the best that he can do, hoping that some day he can be remembered when he is dead. He never seeks praise or wants for anything. If he needs something he will ask, if he wants to talk he will ask permission first. He is an old guard kinda cat. if he wants to date someone he asks the Father or the Mother of the one he wants to date,or mate with. Owlstrike is a devoted follower of the ancients and is always seen praying and honoring his Ancestors. He is the kind of cat that most would want to hang out with or be near, younger cats try and copy him or even mirror his attitude. Over all this cat seems like the ideal warrior, laid back and willing to do whatever it takes to help his Clan. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
M A R I G O L D L E A F || errapel Marigoldleaf is a Siamese flame-pointed she-cat with mainly a pure snow white pelt save for light orange on her face , ears and tail. Her pelt is neither long nor short but medium length which is good for hunting and keeping warm during the cold Leaf-bare months. She has well a strong frame of well toned muscles underneath her fur, that she works tirelessly to keep in shape. Her claws are long and sharp due to spending a lot of time making them sharp and ready to use at a moments notice. Marigoldleaf is a friendly, kind, Collected , quiet , smart , gentle and caring she-cat would rather help a Clan-mate then to see them suffer. She often helps other's even though they never asked for it, just because she can. Marigoldleaf will go out of her way to assist any cat or Clan that is need of help. she hates when a Clan or a cat needs help and she can't do anything but watch as the Clan or cat gets worse or dies. She isn't one to just follow orders , she challenges them and asks questions , before doing them. If the task is to harm , she will refuse to do such and order. She was raised knowing right and wrong, taught how to think above and beyond her own nose in given situations. On one situation, when she was on a patrol with her parents, and her best friend, a pack of dogs attacked them. She hesitated only a split second and then she took off to get help. When helped arrived her Mother and Father where both dead, and the dogs where no where to be seen. Marigold blames herself for her parents deaths, but never shows it. She continues her life thinking only of her Clan and it's well being. She isn't sure of having a mate or kits, but maybe in the future she will and maybe she can finally put her guilt to rest, by focusing on the future. Marigoldleaf doesn't know what the future will hold, but one thing she holds dear to her is her belief in her Ancestors and their ways. You can be sure when times get tough she will be in constant pray , praying for the Ancestors to help her though her or the Clan's time of need. Marigoldleaf is a full-blooded WinterClan she-cat. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
S A N D B L I Z Z A R D || vegard Dark brown mud-like eyes peer out of the snow, followed by pale yellow cream colored fur to reveal a beautiful cat. This cat seems to be too serious and committed to her task that she is given. If a leader is causing harm to the clan, she would be the first to speak up, no matter the cost. Sandblizzard was named for her speed but mainly for her personality. She is so complex that most don't know her as well as they think. She is usually kind , committed , serious, humorless , direct and optimistic. When in battles and positions where she has to defend herself or home, she can be moody , pushy , silly and aggressive, against those who wish to cause harm. She also has a knack for running and planning. She can run for hours and seems to never get tired. When she plans , she is always thorough. Always thinking of every possible out-come before heading into something. This often leads to arguments with cats , usually older or younger cats then her, about everything. She never holds back her opinions, even if it hurts another cat's feelings. Her plans always has some escape plan if the current one fails. Sandblizzard is wary of smooth-talkers and doesn't trust easily. She hates inauthentic manipulative types with a passion. To get through to her, one needs to be direct and make sense or really connect with her on a personal level. Once an ally, she is loyal and caring, though she may have trouble putting it in words. If she cares about someone, it shows by her presence and actions. She may hunt for a mouse to give as a gift or just spend time with those she cherishes. She secretly fears being abandoned or betrayed. Though she has trouble fitting in, deep inside she desires a secure place within the clan. When feeling trapped or in small cramped spaces has always caused her discomfort. Finding a mate or having kits are not on her mind, and may never be, if she can't find a mate that she can trust. She is loyal and puts her Clan first above anything else. Her parents where both WinterClan born cats who disappeared in a snow storm and never returned. Most think that they had died but in truth they where closer to her then could be possible, in the two-leg place , living as rogues. She was raised by the Queens of the clan. Right now she is just a warrior and dreams one day of being leader of her clan. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
B E R R Y L E A F || vegard Berryleaf was born to Dewdrop, her Mother and Quiltip, her Father, in WinterClan. Berryleaf is a committed warrioress, who would do anything for her Clan. Berryleaf is someone other's can look up too. She is friendly to everyone, well all most everyone, she tolerates tainted-bloods or non bloods in the Clan, though she despises them, she never shows it to the Clan unless she is with the certain cat alone, then she will let you have an ear full. She may despise non blooded Clan-mates but she will work with you when told too, or asked. She is a kind she-cat who would help her Clan with whatever needed to be done. Berryleaf works hard, not because she want's to be recognized but because she wants to help her home thrive to the best of it's ability. This means that she will spend hours even days hunting or patrolling , usually not eating or sleeping. Berryleaf hopes that she will find a mate who shares her goals of a pure-blooded family line, and to have kits with them someday. Berryleaf is a long haired fire-like orange feline with white flex on her muzzle and chest with amber eyes that burn like fire. She believes in the Ancients and prays to them for everything, no matter how little it seems or how odd other's thinks or sees her as. Everything she does is to make her Ancestors and Clan proud of her. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
E G R E T C R Y A silver and pale ginger tabby tom with light green eyes. Quiet and reserved, Egretcry rarely speaks his mind, and when he does, his voice is usually nothing more than a quiet suggestion. Despite this, Egretcry has an intimidating aura surrounding him, and is known to be able to silence cats with nothing more than a dark stare. Though he may look authoriative, Egretcry has no desire to pursue any higher positions within the Clan, and remains content as one of WinterClan's more average-skilled warriors. He is very rarely sociable, and has no real interests or hobbies outside of training. He is the brother of Mottlethorn and Rowantooth, having been found abandoned just outside the WinterClan border. As a kit, he and his siblings were raised by prison guard Tigerstrike and Mintghost, another WinterClan queen. BIYUU
F R O Z E N W A T E R S || errapel Frozenwaters has a long bushy tabby coat with a fluffy white belly and white paws. She has classic tabby markings on her face and her eyes are a bright green. Frozenwaters is eager to chatter up a storm with anyone, she is a huge social butterfly and just loves interacting with others. She tends to listen to her heart more than her head for better or worse. She loves her siblings and her mother Coldmoon very much. JETCLAW
W I N D Y H U R R I A N E || arawn 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. FAITH
R E D B A R K || errapel Death . Despair . Longing . All this describes Redbark to the letter. Redbark is a handsome orange long-haired tabby tom , who had his share of dead and loneliness growing up. He lost his Mother due to complications at his birth and his Father, tortured him and made him into a killing machine. He never had a day that he wasn't training. That is all he did, train. Train to hunt and trained to kill. When he became an apprentice, his Father died in a battle with a rogue cat, as they where fighting near a cave. A wrong move sent the tom tumbling into the cave floor , killing him. That day broke Redbark out of his imprisoned mind. He began to relax and developed his own personality. Redbark is a very helpful tom who doesn't mind helping cats who can't have or make a family of their own. He is a cat everyone can look up too, and he doesn't turn away help, if asked for it. Over all, he is loyal to his home and willing to give his life for his Clan and ancestors. Sungmetutankawaylake
M E S M E R I Z I N G S I N S | | Bellona A broad tom heavily resembling a British Shorthair with a denser chocolate coat. White winds around his legs, across his chest and belly to join up into one streak that cuts across his right eye. His eyes are a rich gold with reddish hints along the edges. Faint tabby markings sit along his forehead, giving him a mildly annoyed look ost of the time. Though if that is true or not will depend on who you ask. He was born as Lightningkit in the WinterClan of the past, he was raised to be important. His family though never rose to power, was still rather important and most critical was of pure blood. As far back as anyone can recall his family was in WinterClan, mating with only pure WinterClan blood. To say they were elitist would be putting it mildly. When Mesmerizingsins came into the picture he was a blessing, for he was the first male in his generation and would keep the family line going. His parents had struggled to have even him and his two sisters. They were doted upon, never really having to work for anything it seemed. As such Lightningkit grew troublesome, a typical rich brat. As a kitten, his behavior was often brushed off. Yet when it continued as an apprentice, it became an issue. At times he would disappear for days on end, telling only his closest friend Dyinglight where he was going. It infuriated his family, who more or less had his whole life planned out for him. Instead, he had been taking his life in his own paws. It just so happened he fell in love with a loner, one who had been injured and was currently residing close to his home. Only a few days after receiving his warrior name, Lightningdevise, he left the clan. The loner, Dia, had fallen pregnant with his kits. Knowing his family would never approve her ran off with not a single goodbye. He thrived without the pressures of his family and quickly became a better person, taking on the name Lazurus. He welcomed his five kits into the world with the idea that they would choose their own fate. Together with Dia, they made a home of their own as wandering with kits was no longer an option. Settling down domestic bliss overtook life and it was rather uneventful for the most part. Mesmerizingsins was truly happy, no longer having to look for it. Though what goes up must come down and his life truly crashed. Dia was out hunting when she was targeted by a fox, though she managed to escape her wounds were rather severe. She hung on long enough to say her goodbyes and convince her mate to take their kits to WinterClan, which was not easy. Begrudgingly Mesmerizingsins agreed, though when he found that his family had died off in his absence he began to feel better about rejoining. Though in an attempt to distance himself from both his family reputation and his own past mistakes, he changed his name to Mesmerizingsins. He did not want to fall back into his old pattern and instead wanted to move forward, his name is to remind him to do so. Always forward and never back. lady.m
R U B Y C H E R R Y A long haired dark russet tom with big amber eyes. Rubycherry avoids most interactions, accepting those of his close friends only. He is very loyal, especially to his brother Scrimscarecrow. mipsyche
S C R I M S C A R E C R O W A long haired dark russet tom with amber eyes. He is much like his brother Rubycherry, with the small exception of being less shy. Scrimscarecrow is apt to speak exactly what is on his mind. mipsyche
I M P E R I A L W A S T E || Bellona 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. HALOWISH
S H A L L O W G R A V E S || Vegard Long nights spent staring up towards the stars, mind wandering over thoughts of what significance one really has in life. At times shallow and a little self-absorbed Shallowgraves is a tom full of regrets and feeling like he is constantly making mistakes, taking missteps. But he keeps these self-doubts locked away, afraid to give them life by speaking of them allowed. Instead the stubborn tom pushes past them and forges forward. Has convinced himself if he can just make it bigger, be better, than all these self doubts and problems will go away. Pelt a mishmash in shades of gray, intersecting by splashes of white. Dark amber hued eyes stern, helping fool outsiders looking in that he is a tom assured in himself and his position in himself. When such a thing couldn't be further than than the truth. The young tom still trying to find a place for himself, determined to carve one out himself if he has too. BLANKSLATE
S H A D O W G L A D E || vegard A tall strong-muscled dark gray-black tom with haunting dark green eyes. He is fierce and devout to his clan and has some eccentric ways of training apprentices. Shadowglade does not tolerate craven or shy cats and is more likely to get in their face and claw them into attacking him than speaking with gentle words. For this reason, most she-cats shy from having kits with this domineering and easily angered personality, but he is a good prison guard overall. Prisoners can respect him, even if they don't fear him specifically, and he has brought in plenty of new bloods with ease. He is not intentionally harsh on his clanmates, just does not want them to fail this clan. CLEAVER:D
S P O T T E D N E T T L E || vegard Born and raised in WinterClan it was a surprise that the was the only kit in the litter to have short hair and to be significantly smaller. The runt. His mother and the rest of the queens worried that he woudlnt not survive his first moon. But despite their fears the young tom grew up filled out and surpassed his siblings. The runt became the leader. He was placed as a prison guard apprentice then as a prison guard. He takes his job seriously but has one weakness. She-cats. He just cant help himself he loves their spunk and their feminine charm. The feistier the better. He tends to not be held down by one in-particular but cant take no for an answer. He pursues a she-cats heart till he gets their affection or another she-cat catches his eye. Though different from most playboy types, Spottednettle doesn't abandon a she-cat if she produces him heirs. He cares for his kin like he cares for himself. Wholeheartedly. PRIMORDIALHAZE
H E A R T H F I R E || vegard When we think of winter do we really ever think of summer? Only in merriment or hope perhaps. Dreams of warm sunshine and no freezing bitter touch. But do we ever sit in our frozen dens and think of the opposite of bitter cold? Would it be blistering heat? Is it really better? Hearthfire was perhaps born to the wrong clan. This large masculine tom cat has a heart so full only the sun itself could have ever blessed it. WinterClan born and bred Hearthfire is all black with a thick pelt that lays flat on his body. His shoulders are broad and thick, this paws huge, and his legs long but muscled for powerful blows. His eyes are a harvest moon orange with amber flecks like a fire. Hearth is a thoughtful kind tom. He was born and raised off of respect and takes even the smallest matter seriously enough to lend an ear. He believes giving kits the attention they crave enforces them to think their opinion matters and to one day share their thoughts even if they may not be widely accepted. He has a scar on his shoulder from his Gladiator trial where Leatherstar scared a sun into it. As a novice he was able to withstand the pain long enough to receive the four directional marks on the sun signifying North, east, south, and west. He was also able to wistand four more smaller marks signifying the half way points. With this symbol Hearthfire declares his loyalty to his clan, family, and the future. Never to look back. Also moving forward. Hearthfire is not perfect. He is known for perhaps sometimes being too proud of his beliefs and morals. If he comes across a cat who disrespects another or harms without proper authority or cause, he tends to jump to the defense of those in need and starts fights with those who need be taught a lesson in manners and morality. He has scars on his pads from many treks to the peak of the mountain to speak with the ancestors, even if they never talk back. PRIMORDIALHAZE
G R E Y S I N || durai 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. CLEAVER:D
G H O S T W H I S P E R || durai Ghostwhisper is just as his name suggests: he is silent, stealthy, and nonexistent in the snow. He has a small frame, giving him the appearance of an apprentice. His thick fur that protects him from the cold is pure white, and it blends in with the snow perfectly. His gray eyes are ice cold, showing no emotion whatsoever. Ghostwhisper comes from a long lineage of WinterClan cats, so he carries the genes of past leaders and strong warriors. It's natural of him to have a craving for power. Ghostwhisper has never shown signs of emotion. It is often said his heart is as cold as the frozen river. Never has a cat seen him shed a single tear. Ghostwhisper's voice is typically monotone, but he can startle anyone with how loud he can speak. However, Ghostwhisper often remains silent and prefers to observe, but whenever his mouth does open, everyone gazes up at him to see what wisdom he has in store. The tom is agile, swift, and silent. Ghostwhisper's fangs and claws are unusually sharp, and he has used this to his advantage in battle. Though small, his agility and claws make him useful in battle. Ghostwhisper is also logical, analytical, and mysterious. He's a very smart, manipulative cat. He has been told he would have done well in one of the revolutionary groups; however, his loyalty to WinterClan is unbreakable. Ghostwhisper truly believes that WinterClan is the most superior Clan in the mountains. He would die protecting his Clan in a heartbeat. He feels as if it his his duty to take care of the Clan he was raised in. APPLE
F O G E Y E || belloa A strong and solid looking gray tom. Fogeye’s original name had been Graypaw, however he got into a fight with a prisoner when he was an apprentice. Thus earning him the name of Fogeye. He grew up in the clan, born and raised. He is a mostly quiet tom, very reserved and to himself. Though can sometimes hold a temper if provoked. Icedivy
H A L C Y O N I L L U S I O N 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. HONEYSTORM
A R I Z O N A R A S P B E R R Y || Vegard 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. FEARFUL
S I L V E R B E E || bellona "There's a moment in your bones when, when the fire takes over" Silverbee was born in the spitting image of his father. Silverbee is a rather striking silver tom with his light grey base coat and darker smokey tabby markings littering his medium length fur. His eyes, unlike his fathers deep emerald, are a pale seafoam green. While his nose is a peachy pink that’s rimmed in a dark rose. Silverbee is a tom with a medium build, he’s not as large as most cats, but he also isn’t small either, most would say he’s average in size. Many would assume that it is his silver tabby markings that gave him his warrior name. True that may be part of the reason, it boils more down to his personality. Silverbee was brought into this world as a miracle child in the eyes of his parents. Born to two noble WinterClan warriors who had been trying all their lives to have kits. The two warriors moons away from joining the ranks of the elders, when Silverbee’s mother had gotten the news that she was expecting kits. He would be born a single child his mother’s old age causing the rest of his siblings to be stillborn. This would cause his parents to shelter him as he grew. Halfway into his apprenticeship, Silverbee would lose both his parent’s to white-cough during a harsh winter that swept through WinterClan. Once a kindhearted and open tom the grief of losing the two cat’s that had meant the world to him had changed him. He channelled his grief and anger into his warrior training. His dedication causing the tom to learn at a quick rate, but it came at the cost of him distancing himself from his clanmates. His quick wit and battle prowess causing him to have the thought that he is better than everyone else and that he is never wrong. Born into a family of love and compassion lose hardened him into a closed off, snippy and self-righteous warrior. And, he doesn’t show signs of ever changing. FAWN
THOSE WHO WILL ONE DAY BE WARRIORS AND PRISON GUARDS. UNLESS THEY FAIL.
S L E E T P A W (freeze) || arawn 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. CLEAVER:D
G U A V A P A W (cicle) || rescueed as kit Guava was not born within WinterClan, though it is a mystery weather or not she carries within her WinterClan blood. One fateful night a storm bore down ferociously on the mountains which WinterClan call home. A rescue team was sent out to find a lost apprentice who had gone out for a quick hunt. The rescue team spent then entire night looking for the apprentice known as Guavapaw. When the storm cleared a small grey blue form rest in a cold bundle below a yew tree. When the patrol gathered to check on the young tom he was frozen solid having slipped from life in his sleep. They pulled the apprentice from the brush sorrowful but grumbling over his foolishness to remain out in a storm knowing full well it was approaching. However as they pulled him from the roots a small white kitten peered up at them with big crystal eyes. They suddenly understood. Guavapaw's kind heart didnt allow him to leave the helpless kit alone and knew she woudlnt likely survive the bitter cold trip back to camp. Instead he wrapped his warm body around her and shielded her until the patrol found them. While most cats found in the territory were considered prisoners or instantly rescue team members, the young kit was instantly accepted in as one of their own. Her life being saved by a WinterClan cat it was said he wished her his own life. She was even given his name in remembrance and as a constant reminder of the debt and gratitude she owed her clan. Today the young she-kit is known as Guavacicle her small form having transformed into a thick soft pelted white coat. Her tail long a fluffy, her body graceful and ever melding to the sharpest of bends. Her small paws are light and steady on the frozen earth. Growing up she took to the WinterClan ways like breathing. Every bit of lore and legend instantly fact in her heart. She believes her original mother or father is still living among the clan and is too ashamed to claim her. Her ears are tipped with black and her sides of her eyes dusted with black as well as if painted on like a mark of beauty. While small in form and easily considered for the rescue team Guava proved her worth in the art of battle. Every WinterClan specific move practiced relentlessly. She wanted to fight for the love of her life. Her Clan. Her family. Her future. She is loyal, determined, and a hopeless romantic. PRIMORDIALHAZE
M A R S H P A W (flower) || errapel Perhaps some would find her name odd, Marsh. Simply perhaps, because Marsh is a pure white she-cat with a fluffy pelt and blue green eyes. As small as she is and as sweet as she may seem from afar, Marsh kit can hold her own in a group of rough and tough tom cats. Matter fact, Marsh would much rather be hanging out with the boys than be anywhere near a gossiping gaggle of she-cats. Her clan mates always suspected Marsh would be a warrior. Her feisty mannerisms making her too opinionated to be a rescue team member and her small frame setting her as an unlikely option as Prison Guard. But that never stopped her. She was determined to be a prison guard and thats what she will be. Defying all expectations and taking her future by the reigns. While being "one of the guys" Marsh is after all a she-cat. She secretly craves the affection of a lover and a mate. Her heart set on someday raising little she-kits to be whatever they want to be. Her grandmother is Dappledsnow, her aunts are Bumblerose, and Poppythroat. Her mother is Snowflower. Her siblings are, Thistlescar. Duskthorn, and Mistlesnow. PRIMORDIALHAZE
CROWPAW (flyer) || Bellona A feline with the pelt of a starless pitch black sky, his fur is nothing but black like ink. His eyes are the color of a dark Leafbare green. Crowflyer was not given a name till he was 5 moons old. His Mother had died giving birth to him and his Father completely ignored him and treated him cruelly. Crowflyer has scars all over his body, from his Father's abuse. That all changed when he murdered his Father in self-defense as his Father's "Training" took to actual claws and teeth. The two fought bitterly, until Crowpaw at the time, kicked his Father in the stomach and sent him into a tree. With his Father now dazed Crowpaw ripped open his Father's throat and watched as his life drained out, creating a red pool of blood around Crowpaw's paws. Crowpaw left the area quickly, cleaned himself off and returned to camp with some prey. After that he grew secretive, Aggressive, Reserved, as well as Intelligent, Blunt, Outgoing, Swift, and Agile. No one knew of his secrets and he let it go. He prefers to be alone and in a group he finds it hard to fit in. He has dreams of Darkness that haunts his sleep, and sometimes in the waking world. Most cats try to avoid him at all cause and yet some try to friend him and very few can unless they too live in the darkness. He hopes to have a family of his own someday as well as being able to lead his Clan. Crowflyer loves to run, but most of the time he runs from his troubles and his past. He loves to fight and does it pretty good, even to the point of killing cats who threaten him or those he cares about. He doesn't love but it doesn't mean he doesn't care for those who become friends or allies with him. Just remember he is a killer, and kill he will do to protect everything he cherishes or thinks he must avenge. sungmetutankawaylake
R A I N P A W || vegard She was a pretty normal kit at first. Bright and bubbly in her youth with yellow-green eyes always looking eagerly for the next game and toy, she could’ve been a popular cat if not for her unfortunate heritage. She’s only ever known WinterClan as her home, but her mother has not. Only recently was the former loner, Rabbitscreech, allowed to call herself a true member of the Clan as opposed to a mere prisoner. Somehow her mother caught the eye of another WinterClan cat despite her history and thus Rain and her littermates Flame, Mud, Sky, and Void came to be. Voidkit was the only one to not inherit their mother’s build. Rain certainly did, bigger than average with a thick coat of silver tabby fur and a soft belly and throat of white. Her mother did, after all, descend from a pair of pure-bred kittypets-turned-loners. The mainecoon in her mother’s blood certainly didn’t disappear in most of her litter. Her mother sure did, though. Honestly, Rain can’t exactly blame her for this. The event that spurred Rabbitscreech’s abandonment certainly was terrible. It was her smaller brother Voidkit’s fault it happened, but she can’t really blame him for it. After all, he was the one to pay the ultimate price for his recklessness. Voidkit was known for dragging his littermates into trouble, but the day he decided they should go exploring outside the camp was the day he took his mischief too far. He couldn’t have known the fox would find them or that, before he could get to safety with the rest of his littermates, it would drag him down. He couldn’t have known this adventure would be his last as he met his end at the predator’s jaws. None of them could. It was a terrible incident to the young kits and all four of the survivors walked away changed. Rain is aware of the last part. Her siblings weren’t quite the same after their adventure out of the camp. However, she herself can’t remember what happened.Everything goes blank after the fox was first spotted by Voidkit. The next thing she remembers is waking up the next day with her little brother nowhere to be found. She was only told afterwards that Voidkit wouldn’t ever be coming back. She assumes this, along with the huge chunks of time she misses seemingly every other day, was how she was affected. Her mind refusing to remember what exactly happened and never being able to quite remember the same way again. She would be wrong, though. A part of her does remember what happened, and possesses all the memories she has been losing through her life. She just isn’t aware that he exists. A separate personality that brought itself into existence as Rain retreated within herself during the fox attack. He doesn’t seem to have a name. He responds to Rain’s name, though he has been known to occasionally, to those who are aware of his existence, claim that is not his name. It’s noticeable when he’s around, though many likely believe it’s simply Rain acting up. He’s fiery and abrasive, brash and loud and often angry at the world itself, so very opposite to Rain’s sensitivity, quiet and drawn in after the incident with her brother. Both have memories of everything up to the incident. Rain never forgot anything from before and he knows of everything that happened in her early youth, but after Voidkit’s death all their memories are separate. Hence why Rain thinks she’s merely missing chunks of memory following what happened. It’s unknown if she’ll ever become truly aware of her second personality’s existence. Maybe she will, or maybe she’ll be ignorant until the day she dies. Until then she’ll continue on, assuming her missing memories are lost forever, unaware they’re hidden away with a second occupant of her mind she doesn’t know is there. BLUESTARROCKS!
W R A I T H P A W (kiss) || arawn They didn’t quite believe her to be real. A ghostly cry wailing from the burial grounds, a place long well known as a place of the dead and haunted. Four tiny voices rose together from this place, voices that were almost dismissed as the wails of those long gone from this world. Then a brave soul ventured closer, seeking to investigate the source, and instead of the dangerous specter that was expected the tiny forms of four abandoned kits were found to have been crying desperately for their mother. There was no certainty in any of their rescuers’ minds, however, that they truly had a mother. WinterClan has always been the sort to hold to their superstitions, and the four littermates certainly were found under mysterious circumstances. No scent of their parents clung to their fluffy pelts, not so much as a suggestion of life other than them and those that found the helpless scraps. They were fresh born when found, tiny and blind, huddled to one another in an attempt to chase away the inherent chill of WinterClan. In the end they were taken in, adopted by the Clan and raised as one of their own. Wraithkiss fell in love with her adopted home, the only place she’d ever known. The cold makes her feel alive, the traditions ones she throws herself into whole-heartedly. WinterClan is home, and no other place could possibly replace it in her heart. There’s only one problem she has. After all, with mysterious origins some cats can’t quite believe the ice-eyed kit that joined there ranks, or any of her littermates for that matter, is entirely normal. Superstition seems to surround her and her siblings, Ghostchime, Ghoulcry, and Spiritstorm. Kits don’t exactly just appear in the burial grounds with no clue as to how or why they got there. Wraithkiss is often a passionate cat, but when another cat mentions these superstitions she’ll often shift, either turning quiet or, on rare occasions, angry. As though some entity possessed her to silence any that dare question her origins. This only ever serves to strengthen the Clan’s beliefs that something is wrong with these cats, though. Her appearance doesn’t help, either. Her fur is soft and thick, pale in a perfect shade to melt into her Clan’s territory. However, on occasion cats will also mistake her for a white cat due to this. Only her points carry true color, a pale gray lynxed pattern halfway up her legs and across her face. Then her eyes. So pale they seem white, only an aura around her pupils really showing any amount of real blue. It’s not uncommon for cats to flee at the sight of her at a distant, believing she’s a white cat searching for a body to call theirs. Those sorts of reactions are the kind that disheartens and frustrates her. She’s just another cat. Who cares where she came from or why she ended up a member of WinterClan. She’s here now, and no amount of superstition is going to stop that. She won’t let it. BLUESTARROCKS!
S T O R M P A W (caller) || durai He wasn’t wanted. He can never forget that. At birth he was deemed unworthy, not enough for the effort put in to bringing him into the world and the effort that would need to be spent raising him. Of course, none of his litter was wanted. Perhaps that only makes things worse, though. What cruel cat birthed him that would abandon her whole litter? Who would leave four helpless newborns alone on Mother’s Mound, left for dead? Not the sort of cat he’d really want to be reared by, but if such a horrible cat thought he wasn’t worthy, why should anyone else? Stormcaller is a backwards cat in his thinking, believing he’s never enough. He’ll try sometimes, but often without pushing he’ll give up on something before he’s even started. A personal project or an attempt to draw the eye of a cat that has captured his heart, nothing is worth the effort. He’ll only fail in the end. If he’s urged by his peers or superiors, though, he could do just about anything. This leaves him vulnerable to peer pressure, but it also makes him a loyal warrior, valuable if put under the right paws. He’s a mediocre hunter at best, when he actually has the motivation to make an attempt. He’s worthless in any sort of position of leadership, certain he’ll make a mistake and make those he’s in charge of suffer. However, put him in a fight and tell him who to attack and he will live up to his name. He becomes a blur of claws, seeming to be a storm raging through the battlefield. He can certainly fight, his worries over his worth melting away beneath the adrenaline rush of claws through flesh in defense of his Clan. He’s not an aggressive cat per say, but he certainly won’t hold back if told to attack another without mercy. He gets lost in the art of battle, only just aware enough to distinguish friend from foe. When not spattered with the blood and scars of battle, Stormcaller looks like a friendly enough cat. He has long, fluffy silver tabbied fur, white interrupting around his throat, down his chest, and up across his muzzle. He has wide, bright green eyes that, beneath the anxiety and worry about if he’s done enough, often can glitter with a warm, friendly light. Only to Clanmates, though. He certainly is a WinterClan cat, though instead of facing strangers with hostility he’ll often instead face them with hesitance and forced aggression if he even faces them at all. Even against outsiders he worries about doing the right things, concerned he’ll make a mistake just like his birth itself. BLUESTARROCKS!
B L O O D P A W (good) || errapel He certainly has an interesting origin, with a likely just as if not more interesting upbringing. After all, being born to a prisoner-turned-warrior that could hardly remember his life before being trapped isn’t usual in WinterClan. Being born to a prison guard-turned-prisoner-turned-medicine cat is even more unusual. Regin and Mistyveil was always a match made in madness, brought together by their shared circumstance of being forced down into the Pit of WinterClan, mere prisoners. Most cats probably don’t quite trust these cats, one whose entire life has practically been spent a prisoner and the other whose early life was spent murdering her whole family and covering it up for countless moons. Bloodgood isn’t most cats, though. He was born to this pair of off-kilter cats after all, Regin his dear father and Mistyveil his beloved mother. His face is dusted in charcoal black, soft fur framing big bright amber eyes. Both shadowed ears are tufted at their tips, a trait inherited from his father. Past the frame of his face and the top of his head, his fur fades into smoky white and pale gray, thick pelt seeming to swirl like fog with every step. His fluffy, plumy tail is colored the same dark cinder as his face. He has a soft frame, with kit-like features he never truly grew into. Perhaps he was malnourished or just a runt. Maybe something else is at play, some unusual blend of genetics. Who knows. No matter the reason, Bloodgood never quite grew into his oversized paws and too-large eyes, soft pelt and fluffed features doing nothing to dissuade the general opinion of his cuteness. Oh, how he hates it. He’s not cute, and he’s certainly not too small to do any damage to another cat. And ever since the first cat he could remember that dared coo ‘oh, look how cute you are’ he’s been set on proving everyone wrong. Many cats fear his mother’s past, carrying an edge of caution for her history as a kin-murderer, but Bloodgood has never feared this old side of his dear mother. No, he has done practically the opposite. After all, what better way is there to prove he isn’t some cute little helpless kit than to get some blood on his paws? His mother inspired him, and with her knowledge he’s certain it won’t be long before no cat dares call him cute again. He tries to keep his eagerness to learn the skills of her blood-stained past a secret, but with constant questions of the best place to strike a cat to leave them helpless or the best poison to bring a swift end to another or his endless requests for her to retell how she managed to kill her family and go undetected for so long it’s not a very well-kept secret. He’s not too cute and little to hurt another cat, and the most effective way to change his fate and prove his genetics wrong is to be a killer. He thinks he’s unrecognizable when on the hunt, believing himself skilled in shadowing his pelt with things he can find with relative ease so he’s undetected in his attempts to kidnap and murder others, the shade off of his fur enough to throw cats off of his real identity. However, he has too strong a conscience to ever really go through with it. He’s too nice, polite in his kidnappings and careful with any that fall for his ‘deceptions’. He’ll bring any trapped cats snacks if they need it, though only after nicely asking his chosen victim to follow him to wherever he chooses to bring what he hopes will be his first kill. He’s too nice to be the ruthless killer he wants so badly to be. He looks eagerly forwards to his first real victim, valuing the prospect as much as he values the potential of a first kiss, but it’s unlikely he’ll ever intentionally bring a cat to the end of their life. He always ends up backtracking at the last moment, freaking out before he can deal the final blow and ultimately letting his victim free. Every cat knows the secretive kidnapper in the Clan is him, his poor excuse for a disguise not exactly hiding the scent and important details that reveal his identity, but no cat bothers to call him out. It’s not worth it. Just go along with it, let the wannabe killer have his fun. He’s harmless, and ultimately all they’ll miss is some time away from duties. It’d just be a waste of time and resources to send him to the Pit for his play at being a ruthless murderer. He’s far too cute and helpless to worry about anyways. BLUESTARROCKS!
S I L V E R P A W (fox) || bellona Cool and collected. Charming and gorgeous. Sweet and vicious. Silverfox is as her name says, a long silver she-cat with a racoon tail. Her pelt sports striking black tabby parkings and her eyes are a brilliant forest green. She is the second youngest kitten of Cypressbluff and Dealfinder's litter. Little is known of her mothers ancestry but her father is the son of Dealstar (deal at the time) a SunClan warrior and Foxstar the leader of SunClan. Because of this mixed blood Silverfox finds herself seeking warmth of the sun on the borders. She values the power of a strong bloodline and takes her future breeding possibilities very seriously. She takes humor as a waste of time but won't say this out loud. She seeks out power and its easily noticed. Even as a kit she was cool and c alm. Choosing to rather assist warriors in repairs or watch the apprentices practice than play with the other kits. Her siblings are Yulecry, Sleetfreeze, and Frostybreeze. PRIMORDIALHAZE
T H I S T L E P A W (scar) || Bellona Long legged and broad shouldered, Thistlescar is an imposing figure. His white coat covers up an elaborate pattern of scars, though his first was from a fox. The fox scar is the only one that manages to appear through his thick pelt. He received it as a four month old kit when he snuck out of camp by himself. Due to pure luck he managed to escape the fox with only a thick scar of his shoulder. It however left him with a permanent limp and a stiff shoulder in the cold. Yet it taught him to be tough. He shares his mothers baby blues that are absolutely mesmerizing. Though he does have one change from his mother’s eyes, his are darker on the inside half of the iris. Thistlescar was aptly named, known for his prickly behavior and harsh stare. His career as a prison guard is the perfect option for him. No one cares if he had a pleasant behavior when dealing with prisoners. As a bonus his scars scare away any cat who would ask stupid questions. Additionally he is too bulky to be an effective hunter. He is built for one thing and that is battle. lady.m
ICEPAW claw || Errapel From the time she was born, Iceclaw was a fighter. Her Mother, Rabbithopper and her Father, Crowcaller, often left her out at the camp entrance and often starved her enough that she was struggling to live. She fought for her right to live, and she continues to fight in and with everything she has. Her parents when she was old enough to leave the nursery, they would take her out of camp, and brutally force her to train against them, often returning with blood, or scratches on her pure white pelt. Though they always had some excuse on how she got her wounds. She slipped and cut her leg on a rock or she got caught in a thicket of brambles, but in reality, her parents did it. When she finally reached her 6th moon, she became an apprentice and confided in her mentor, a quarter moon into her apprenticeship, telling her mentor about her parents abuse. Even though it took her about a Quarter-moon to gather the courage to tell her mentor about them, once she did, she felt a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Though she would be scarred for the rest of her life. She isn't a physical fighter, but one that seems to fight with passion about something, using words of wisdom and guidance. She may want to attack some mouse-brained fur-ball, but instead, she digs her claws in, breaths, gathers her thoughts and tells them what she really thinks. She hates physical violence and tries at every opportunity to stop one, even if it meant killing herself to save someone else. She tries to stand up for the right thing, even if the right thing, isn't what other's see. She will fight for injustice, heal the hurt, and do all she can to care for the abused. She may never be a healer, but in her mind and actions, she is one. She studies the herbs, and tires to learn all she can so that in the time she needs them, she can use them. She was given her name ice because of her pelt color but also because of her will to fight as well as the name Claw because she fights for the right reasons. She is not ambitious and doesn't seek fame or recognition for what she did. If she does she acknowledges it with a slight nod and moves on with her life. Iceclaw's pelt when you touch it it has a soft kitten-like feeling, silky and smooth. Her fur isn't short nor long but medium, easy to cover up wounds and scratches. Her eyes once haunting and secretive are now bright and open with a bright icy-like hue to them SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
V A N I L L A B E A N || durai She’s not WinterClan by blood, not by a long shot. Her parents were just passing loners, unfortunate enough to be caught by one of the worst cats to find. Barrenfrost is not a merciful cat after all, and his power was too much for the unfortunate pair. An innocent kit was left to wander, separated from her parents. She was too young, far too young. She could just recall the voice of her father, telling her to meet him some place special if him and her mother took long to return before they disappeared into the snow. She waited for what felt like days, though in reality it was still several hours before she finally stirred from her little hideaway. She wasn’t prepared for the biting cold of WinterClan territory, and she could barely remember where her father told her to go. Did he want her to follow the mountain up or turn away from the biting chill of the snow and ice? She couldn’t remember, left to wander for what felt like forever. Little did she know that her parents were already long dead. She likely would’ve joined them, frozen to death on the mountainside, if their murderer didn’t appear. He didn’t want foxes attracted by the bodies, and as he set off to dispose of them he came across a little bundle of soft chocolate-and-white fur. The kit was hunched in the snow, cold as ice and pitiful. She looked up at the huge tom that found her, stammering out that she was meant to meet her father but that she hadn’t a clue as to where. She didn’t know where her mama and papa went, and she was cold and tired and hungry. It’s a miracle the innocent child survived, patches of soft brown across her back and the top of her head echoing the two cats the frozen was out to get rid of for good, fluffy chocolate tail and sea glass blue eyes marking her as the daughter of the cats he had so recently killed. Somehow this innocent child found the one piece of Barrenfrost’s heart that wasn’t blackened with malicious intent. Somehow she managed to squeeze through, spark a hint of guilt in the heartless tom. He claimed to be the father she was looking so hard for, lying to spare the innocent life. He took her in, taking her back to WinterClan with him. Of course, saving the life he doomed wasn’t his only motivation. Named Vanilla Bean by her adopted father, the little kitten grew close to him, calling him her ‘papa Bear’. However, he has use for her just as he does for all his other ‘play things’. She’s used as bait, taken out to be a lost kitten trying to find her papa before he comes along, capturing whatever poor victim she lured in to be just another toy for him to play with. She follows him around all the time, the little kit that somehow got past the frozen’s brutal outer shell. She has a soft, thick pelt, perfect for the ruthless environment she’s been adopted into. And with soft eyes and a gentle look she’s all to effective in the role she unintentionally plays. She just sees her papa’s toys and more friends, brought back home to play with. She doesn’t notice the brutal treatment they face, too young to truly understand it. It’s only a matter of time before that’s likely to change, though. Kits all grow up some day. BLUESTARROCKS!
A N C I E N T P A W (storm) || bellona With a thick, medium-length pelt of silver, twin stripes of shadow on either side of his spine echoing the distinct marking of his mother, Echodrop, Ancientstorm can pose quite the intimidating figure. With cold blue eyes that seem to pierce ones soul, he seems a cat born to be feared and respected. It’s fortunate he has the heritage he does, then. With a mother that was sister to Ripplestar, a former leader of WinterClan, and a father set to take place as the next leader of WinterClan, he is a cat with a certain respect offered due to his blood. His mother distanced herself from his father after her lineage was secured in the four tiny kits born from their passionate, turbulent relationship, but that doesn’t distance this ice-eyed tom’s connection to Leatherstar. He’s always looked up to his father, always desiring to follow in his pawsteps. Ancientstorm always seemed to possess so much more maturity than his moons might suggest, and even when young he didn’t mess around as much as his denmates. He’s serious and unafraid to throw his weight around, of which there’s plenty. He’s not fat. Quite the opposite, he just has strength to match his intimidating appearance. He thinks himself above others by virtue of his blood and power alone and believes others must bend to his will as a result. BLUESTARROCKS!
V E N O M P A W (spittle) || unknown Dark, twisting stripes cover his black pelt, barely visible. His long fluffy fur constantly covers his left eye, while his other eye is a mysterious dark green. Hardly speaking to anyone, the tom is known as an outcast. Hardly anyone speaks to him, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the silence of solitude. The difference between himself and his clan mates doesn't bother him. Sounds like a weak cat, doesn't it? If that's what you're assuming, then you're terribly wrong. By finding the differences, he finds easier ways to break them. An easier way to discover their secrets. He is always alert and ready for battle, long fangs prepared to sink into flesh. This makes him avoided by others on the battle field, but that doesn't stop him from attacking them. He loves battle, loves the feeling of blood surrounding his paws. Sounds like a Dark Forest cat, does it not? Lucky for you, he isn't. He is loyal to his clan, and fights only for them, as his bloodline has before him. mipsyche
THE BRINGERS OF LIFE BLESSED BY THE ANCIENTS AND THE FUTURE OF THE CLANS.
B E R R Y L E A F || Red || Vegard Expecting sungmetutankawaylake
C Y P R E S S B L U F F || Dealfinder || permanent || Errapel Fostering Light blue she-cat with gray tabby stripes and dark green eyes. PRIMORDIALHAZE
C R O W C A C A P H A N Y || Unknown || Arawn Expecting LADY.M
KITTENS
M O R R O W K I T (dream) A smokey grey she-cat with very pale blue, almost grey, eyes. Abandoned with the rest of her siblings in WinterClan territory, she feels somewhat alienated from the rest of her Clanmates, and as such, has developed a somewhat reserved personality. Never the first cat to make conversation, she often finds herself in awkward social situations, but soon realised that perhaps she could find strength in creating a tense atmosphere; now, Morrowdream delights in creating an awkward environment - the more uncomfortable those in the area get, the better. A cat of very few words, she often speaks in short, stilted sentences. Her face too betrays very little emotion, making her appear as somewhat intimidating, or even creepy, to her Clanmates. She possesses a good heart deep down, but often pushes those she cares about away due to her trollish hobbies. BIYUU
M A P L E K I T (ice) future prison guard This little spitfire didn't get her name for nothing. While shes as sweet as maple syrup her heart is as cold as ice. Mapleice is the youngest daughter of the first litter of Echodrop and Leatherfern. Her blood runs with the bloodline of Ripplestar the once leader of WinterClan as well as the someday royal blood of Leatherfern if he survives to leadership. While she physically takes after her father with a brown pelt hers glistens with an amber hue. Her eyes are an icy blue that shines like a window into her heart. Her attitude is all her mother. Sharp tongued and lively she isn't afraid to speak her mind and holds her head high even in the face of humiliation. She always stands by her word and never backs down, even if she is proven wrong. She is a light paws elegant she-cat with advancement in her clan constantly on her mind. While other cats talk of becoming the best she /knows/ she will be the best. Or she will die trying. Her older siblings are Sablecrown, Ancientstorm, Autumnfrost, and Cinnamonspice. PRIMORDIALHAZE
W H I T E K I T (rose) Pristine ivory blankets this young feline in a wintry white cloak. Her thick, downy pelt consists of this single, shining color, uninterrupted by any other hue. Whiterose has medium-long length fur, just long enough to be feathered and silky, and just short enough to easily keep clean and untangled. She has truly dainty paws, making her pawsteps silent, quick and agile. This she-cat's nose is a pale, dusky pink in color. Like the faint pink hue of a light rose ,which is what gave her, her name. Whiterose has dark storm-like blue eyes. The color is like a dark storm, and almost storm-like in hue. Her irises darken minutely towards her pupil, into a lovely shade of sky blue reminiscent of a clear, cloudless leafbare day as the sun begins its steady climb into the chilled morning sky. Her eyes seem quite secretive, despite the innocent look they seem to give this feline. Her emotions are quite thoroughly hidden within these sky colored orbs, though she is an open, and genuine cat.Whiterose is a kind and very compassionate feline. She does not hesitate to help any cat in need, despite the cost or consequences of her actions. She simply cannot stand to let an injured or sick cat remain so if she has the power or ability to help. She has no trouble with hunting and killing prey however, like some souls who refuse to hurt any living creature. Whiterose is very honest. She finds that lies and deceit just lead to more lies and more deceit, and so she tends to avoid them altogether. She understands the necessity of white lies within her profession, such as consoling a kit who does not realize the gravity of an injury, but she feels the truth, though sometimes harsh, is the best way to go in any situation. Whiterose has a competitive streak a mile wide. When she was a warrior apprentice, she would often challenge the others apprentices to races, or to competitions to see who could bring back the best, or the most prey. As she grew older, that trait has only slightly faded, she still challenges herself and others to friendly games and races when she has the opportunity to do so. This feline is also very practical. She is constantly assessing her schedule throughout the day, and using the time she has as efficiently as possible. If something can be used, she will often times find a use for it. Though, she also doesn't hold onto things if they no longer have a worthwhile excuse for being around.Whiterose is neat, and she can be seen cleaning up around the medicine cat den and camp quite often. This is one of her pet peeves, actually, and also a habit of hers born of practicality. She finds that if things are cluttered or messy, it becomes more difficult to find certain herbs, and to maneuver around both the den, and around camp if there is a buildup of debris littering the clearings. She enjoys sorting through herbs, because of the way it makes her pelt smell. She likes the scent of herbs that now clings to her pelt, like a comforting cloud of healing that constantly swirls around her ivory form. Whiterose grew up without her parents, and without siblings to help her through her grief, the only thing that did help was being in the medicine cat den, helping them in all she could. Whiterose grew up without her parents, and without siblings to help her through her grief, the only thing that did help was being in the medicine cat den, helping them in all she could. Whiterose would rather take up healing and caring for the sick then to sit a back and inflict the wounds, that she could be healing instead. Often , or not , you will most-likely see Whiterose assisting the Medicine Cats in battles, and not fighting among the warriors. It doesn’t mean that she won’t fight, since she was taught to be a warrior, but it doesn’t please her too. She wouldn’t hesitate to fight for the kits, the sick and the Elderly, to fight to protect the medicine cats, if the need be. She would if it means they survive, but it also means that if she doesn’t have too, she won’t. It just means that she can focus on saving cats lives and not ending or attempting to end , maim their lives. Whiterose is an adamant believer in both StarClan, and destiny. She believes that everything happens for a reason, and that if one gets confused, or loses their way, they can look to Silverpelt for their answers. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
M Y S T E R Y K I T (L E A F) This fluffy black she cat with amber eyes is the daughter of Crimsonrose, an ex-hunter of the League. Her existence was forbidden by the laws of the league and to save her Crimsonrose abandoned the league and whisked Mysteryleaf to WinterClan. Despite living in cold icy WinterClan, Mysteryleaf's suffix comes from a combined desire for her name to stem from her mother's, and honor that hardy plants who can weather the cold and harsh climate. Although Mysteryleaf was slated to die before her eyes opened, she's lived to reach WinterClan. She is hardy, determined, and eager to prove herself despite cats who might snub her for being an outsider. It doesn't matter to her, her mother is fierce, and soon Mysteryleaf will be even fiercer. JETCLAW
S I L E N T K I T (G L O W) Silentglow is a white she-cat with dark sky blue eyes, her voice is usually soft, gentle and yet strict and authoritative when the need arises. She was born in WinterClan to Mistyveil and Regin , alongside her siblings who she loves and would do anything for. Silentglow is named from her way of being silent, when moving around , because of her white fur , she is able to disappear into the snow and sneak up on anyone, she feels like. She was given the last name glow , because she tries to shine through all she does. She works hard and obeys the rules. She volunteers to do anything and everything that she can to help improve her Clan. She volunteers to lead missions , patrols and even volunteers to help with battle planning. Her life is nothing but planning. She plans her day thinking of any and all things that needs to be done in and out of camp. She is not one to be lazy, unless she falls ill. She sacrifices her happiness for her Clan, even going hungry to feed an Elder or Kit. As for a Family of her own she doesn't know, she leaves that to the Ancients to decide. Most life choices and happenings she leaves for her Ancestors to decide for her. If she is to die for her Clan, she will gladly do it, if it's to heal the weak and wounded she will follow the path. If she is chosen to lead , she will lead the best that she can, giving her life if necessary. She is a strong believer in the Ancients, and celebrates the Holidays and prays to them everyday. She has high hopes of either being a warrior , Shard, Frozen , Martyr , Prison Guard and the main three she hopes to reach some day is an Alchemist , Jarl or even a Chieftess. She knows she must work for those positions and does all she can to reach for each one, and if she falls short she , learns from her mistakes and strives to reach her goals. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
S K Y K I T (S O N G) Skysong is a somewhat long haired white cat with a hint of pink in her fur. She has Bright clear green eyes. The first thing you will notice about Skysong is the fact that she is incredibly serious, never making light of any situation. She was raised this way by her serious parents who likely had serious parents before that. As you may have guessed Another thing you may have already guessed is that this cat has zero sense of humor, none, nada, don't even try, you will fail at making her laugh. One thing she thinks is that her seriousness is equal to having better judgement than a less-serious cat, and she truly believes that she would make a good leader because of this. But alas she is still just a warrior, one that likes to complain about every single decision that the leader makes, often starting her argument with: "If I were the leader I would..." Skysong was born in WinterClan to two full-blooded Clan-born parents. She was raised until the age of five months old by her parents, who died shortly after leaving camp to go hunting. Her Mother was killed by an eagle as she hunted a mouse and her Father was killed by a badger as he was hunting a shrew , both where on the opposite side of the territory, too far for help to assist them. Skysong will always honor and praise her Ancestors, even in the toughest situations. She would be willing to give her life for her home and family. She hopes to be able to have a family of her own someday. Skysong was named for being Serious , Open , Quirky , Loyal , Loud , Graceful and Protective. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
G H O S T K I T (P E L T) Ghostpelt is a rare breed, an albino. Her fur from afar looks like any other cat that is white, but as you move closer, you can tell that her fur has a pink-ish hue that is not really pink but white. Her fur just looks pink in certain areas. Her eyes also are not red, not grey or even blue , but a mix of them all , resulting in a white hue that once captured a certain way reveals that they are different colors due to different sources of light hitting them. Her appearance throws everyone off, because they think she is a ghost wandering the earth. She is in fact not a ghost, but looks like one. Her appearance usually makes other's scared to approach her, afraid of what she might do to them. At night she appears to be ghost-like and seems to float from one place to another, like a ghost. Ghostpelt was born to a clan-born Warrior Mother, who died of Blackcough and to Egretcry who was a born a loner and raised in the Clan. Ghostpelt was raised by her Father and the Queens of the Clan. Growing up, Ghostpelt usually spent time alone, and hung out with her Father, which seemed awkward for both of them. Over the years their relationship blooms and her relationship grows also with the Clan. Though most don't want anything to do with her , but some do, some want to use her as a weapon , while yet some want to just be her friend. That makes her trust others very hard to do. If your truly want to be her friend , you must first prove it to her. She honors the ancients and seeks to grow a deep and meaningful relationship with them. she spends most of her time in prayer or studying herbs, illnesses and battle moves, not quite certain of what or who she will become. She will protect and help any cat , even those in other Clans or have no home or who are not Clan-born. She had little hope of ever being a healer or even a leader of her Clan, but she secretly hopes that she can. she is completely loyal, trust-worthy, friendly and has many qualities of a healer and leader. She may look like a ghost or someone who could kill but really she a softy who wouldn't hurt a fly unless she is protecting her home , Clan or Family. SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
S H A R P K I T sleet With eyes of the palest blue, it seemed that even as a kit Sharpsleet was able to look into the souls of those around him. Being found with his siblings by the jarl, there were rumours of where they came from, and for him in particular, if he could even see where he had been brought. Grown, as a loyal member of his clan, he has trained to fight and defend his siblings, both blood and adopted. His prickly grey coat hides well defined muscles, a small patch of white present on his chest. When at gatherings he puffs himself up with pride, knowing that he was brought to Winterclan to serve a better purpose, and serve he will, fighting and frightening off invaders who threaten his home. francxs
L I O N K I T stride A wanderer. This tom took after his mother. A passerby his father fell for, he and his siblings claim to only half of their winterclan blood, he in particular shuns it though, preferring to wander the outskirts of the territories, watching the cats of other ideals, gathering knowledge and curios from far and wide. Bearing a thick dark grey coat, slicked back against his muscular body, he can be recalled by members of the groups around him. His eyes are piercing, blue as a breaking snowy sky. He laughs heartily, thinking most seriously with a touch of humour, though few get to see that side of him, as is clan mates know of his exploratory habits and his disdain for the contents of his blood. francxs
F R E E Z I N G K I T fall Abandoned to the mercy of the frozen forest as a kit, Freezingfall was rescued, along with his littermates, by Sweetpine then raised by Cypressbluff. Freezingfall's long, silky coat may be mostly white, but gray and black mackerel tabby markings are apparent in a few scattered patches, jagged like cracked ice. Powerful muscles ripple beneath his thick pelt. A pair of intense silvery green eyes seem to see far more than they're meant to, all too eager to drink in the world around them. His mind, not unlike ice itself, is astounding in its clarity, yet brittle. Freezingfall does not mind hunting or fighting, but despises the idea of not choosing the when and where of such encounters. He revels in perfection and has difficulty accepting any less in not only himself, but in the cats around him. Only time will tell if his stagnant mindset may one day melt away like snow he was rescued from. Amorensi
B R O N Z E K I T scars He grieved for a world he never knew and grasped for memories like they were air. He’s the biggest kitten in the nursery and yet everyone calls him a newborn. The way people look at him, their begging eyes for him to not see through him. As if he could see through their lies like glass and he could. The way people avoid his stare, the inconsistent stories of his life with as many holes as a ragged flea bitten pelt. It’s never the lack of memories that hurt, but rather the loneliness that came with it. The way he stares at the faces of cats with a starvation, a lust to remember because there’s a spark he feels with every cat he sees. They ignite a memory that’s out of grasp and as he grows older he forgets more and more. That feeling of an existential answer behind the meaning of his life, constantly out of reach, drowning from being left in the dark. The cats around him know something about him, know he isn’t Bronzescars, know who his real mom is. He is the son of Mistyveil, the only rejected kit to ever be forsaken from her litter. Few know his real story, but those who do can’t help, but stare. He lives in a lie to save him from becoming like his sister Icecream, a sacrifice. Bronzescars is a silvery grey tom with bronze streaks crackling throughout his pelt giving him the appearance of having many scars. In leafbare these bronze markings nearly all disappear, but in the warmer moons his pelt is less heavy and long and these bronze markings can be seen. He has genetically rare turquoise blue eyes that very few cats in the clan possess. francxs
S C O R P I O N K I T curse 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. UNIQCRIM
H A I L K I T shatter 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. UNIQCRIM
T O R R E N T K I T spirit A dark grey tabby tom with deep blue eyes that seem to see through everyone. Torrentspirit was abandoned with his littermates, Morrowdream, Afterglowspirit, Unboundheart, and Oceanharmony. Because of this Torrentspirit feels as though he has had to work harder than most of his denmates to prove himself to his Clanmates which has proven to have both positive and negative consequences on the development of his personality. Torrenspirit is a hard worker and isn't afraid to get his paws dirty, he will always try to out hunt and out patrol everyone else in the Clan, however, it often leaves him tired and grumpy at the end of the day. Torrenspirit is fiercely loyal to his Clanmates, he's never told anyone but he feels deeply betrayed by his birth parents for abandoning him and his siblings and it has given him his strong sense of loyalty to the Clan that took them in and gave them a home. He doesn't like to get close to anyone and prefers to keep to himself for the most part, particularly because he comes off as abrasive and apathetic but that is only because he is actually very vulnerable and doesn't want anyone to know it. He has a very kind heart and is gentle by nature. HH32597
F R O S T Y K I T breeze Frostybreeze is a short but thick furred blue gray colored she-cat with strikingly dark black tabby stripes. Her eyes are a beautiful forest green and they seem to be able to see through anyone and carry a wisdom far beyond her age. She has a relatively athletic and muscular build. Her siblings are Yulecry, Sleetfreeze, and Silverfox and her parents are Cypressbluff and Dealfinder. Frostybreeze can be a bit stand offish at first but once you get to know her she is the most loyal friend and dedicated warrior. She is usually a friendly face around the camp and always has a fun story to tell or crazy adventure planned. The only time Frostybreeze is unfriendly is if someone has crossed her or someone she cares about, which considering she dedicated her apprenticeship to learning the most advanced fighting techniques possible, isn't such a smart idea. hh32597
THE MIDDLE CLASS MEMBERS OF THE MAIN POPULATION. EX-THRALLS, AND FAILED NOVICES.
R E G I N 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. CLEAVER:D
THE WISE AND RESPECTED RETIRED MEMBERS OF THE CLAN.
R A Z O R K I S S Ebony black fur, softer then silk with with ivory blonde silhouettes of fur at the inner part of her ears and underbelly with a white shape resembling a teardrop with white back legs and front toes of her front paws and a plumed tail with a white tip. She has icy blue eyes that could give someone frost bite just by looking at the coldness in them, but in reality that can all melt into a beautiful China blue that can be seen through even the darkest of storms. She has a serious attitude and takes strictly to her job and refuses to search for any tom in her life not wanting any relations to distract her from the job. She can be a bit of a hot head and often times disconnected with social life and even more girlish drama, but when it comes to her friends and most importantly the clan she makes an effort to become more down to earth with others. FAITH
THE CAPTURED AND IMPRISONED LOWER CLASS MEMBERS OF THE CLAN. CATS OF NO WINTERCLAN BLOOD
C R Y S T A L H A V E N Has crystalline diamond blonde fur that shines against the radiant sun on her right half. On her left half she has reflective Russian blue fur that reflects small twinkles like light beaming off of a lake. Her tail is a white lunar moon color. She has a right blind eye and a very sensitive right ear in order to hear more from her dysfunctional ear. Her twin sister Mistyveil is the missing link, she has a deaf right ear, but a strong right eye and can see past the normal enhanced vision of cats. Standing next to her twin sister they look like one cat the way their fur mashes up together. They are like two twin swords, they must always be together in battle. Standing next to each other Crystalhaven and Mistyveil appear to make up one cat with white fur, at least in the dark from the Russian blue fading into the darkness. She has icy blue eyes so blue their almost white. FAITH
A C A C I A B L U E When a storm settled in on WinterClan territory a feisty rogue found herself face to face with a hostile WinterClan patrol. Having accidently crossed the border in the confusion of the storm Acasia chose not to defend herself with words but to stand her ground and show these clan cats they coudln't bully just anyone they well pleased. The little Russian Blue fought like the wild cats of old, bright olive eyes striking like lightning. Although she gave her best effort and left a few scars she was taken captive by WinterClan and imprisoned in their camp. Frustrated by her current situation she attempted to escape with little success. After moons of imprisonment she watched fellow prisoners like their wounds from apprentice trials and to her sorrow some even pass into the beyond. Acacia learned from her moons in imprisonment to keep to herself yet choose to speak when a tendril of influence was in her favor. Even choosing to change her name to suit the warriors around her she added blue for her silvery blue pelt. Acasiablue, though spunky and lively, never thought she would ever see her place among the clan. Would she even want to be among them? Could she run the second she claimed her rites in battle? Full of determination and the power of an undiscovered lineage Acacia sets her eye on freedom. And when this spitfire wants something. She surely will take it. PRIMORDIALHAZE
R Y K E R The name of the game is power. While his siblings entertain themselves with brutalizing, killing, and whispering in their mother's ears, he uses his strength as a means to an end. He's the youngest son of Vera E'tani, born to Pravus Nocte, a society that elevates the eldest female to the leadership ranks, and he suspects she will follow in a similar rule for her own litter. Ryker seeks power over individuals with the expectation it will lead to control over larger groups until the world is under his paw and he is untouchable. His upbringing was designed to exterminate all weakness and make ruthless hunters of his family, and he is not to be messed with or questioned, but he still does not possess the raw physical strength of Thane, or Sitana and Blythe's practice with twisted and creative murders. Instead he leverages his power through contracts and deals. He happens by a cat with a problem, perhaps a combatant with a soft spot when it comes to loyalty or a warden in a precarious position, and suggests he deals with their issue. The work is easy enough for him, a clean and easy kill here and there, and then he has his newest pawn. A little bit of pressure in the right place, a reminder of how easily he can drag them down, and yet another cat is trapped in his debt without an escape unless he chooses to let them free. He brings down his enemies and promotes his own cats to replace them; and though his contracts seem to help other cats more than they do him, it's a long game and he's willing to play. In truth everything benefits him more than anyone else, and each favor he earns means a cat he can use in the future. An unemotional and unattached tom, there is almost nothing that has value to him, and one could argue even any kits he bears will not be recognized.The one known exception is his misguided violent siblings, and if a cat manages to land one of them, he will be at their mercy, to an extent. He will call in any favor to help the cats that take advantage of his sibling's weakness --- and another favor to execute them if he cannot. It is a dangerous game to play with Ryker, as he simply cannot be trusted. His family appears to be his greatest weakness, so he is not intimate with any of his family members, knowing them in passing rather than memorizing details of their lives. Even with his contracts he does not always uphold his end of the deal, especially if he feels the other cat will not do the same or it would be in his best interest to get out. He can be violent as his siblings and his parents if he must, but for Ryker violence is mostly a means to an end, a way to obtain his power so one day he can use it to overcome even his mother and take control of the world. He started various deals in the clans, including a cadaver business with his sister Cyra, and it was through one of these that he ended up in the prison. He was visiting Undercliff in DayClan when he was found by the medicine cat and attacked her to keep her silent, only agreeing to spare her life when she promised not to breathe a word. But Undercliff figured it out eventually, and he tracked down Ryker once he became leader and made him a prisoner, then got to work teaching him a new way of life. CLEAVER:D
W I L D P A W || nightclan Wildhunt possesses the rare gift of knowing exactly who he is—from the rough unfinished edges to his innermost motivations. Older cats tend to recognize him as rebellious and risky, the more philosophical criticizing him for acting out in denial of his own self, but the truth is the opposite. Wildhunt understands that a life of inaction is not truly living, and that the only way to continually survive and invent himself is to keep moving. "The shark that does not swim, drowns." He is constant moving forward to new experiences and never looking back, not to old friends or lovers or enemies or experiences, but actively pursuing his own future. Though personal insult or injury often is only recognized with a friendly knowing grin, of a cat does get on his bad side, he holds quite a grudge. As with many cats his family is his soft spot, especially his brother Jaggedcrown, though they don’t always see eye to eye. Wildhunt holds the belief his more responsible counterpart is just envious of his lifestyle. After all, this warrior only does what he wants to and nothing else, seeking his own pleasure and little more. He would leap from mountaintops and swim to the lowest depths of the oceans if it it were physically possible, and he does his best to accomplish every goal he could ever think of. He always had an eye for adventure, and his mother's warnings could only keep his paws within their borders for so long. When a group ventured onto WinterClan land to prove themselves, Wildpaw was at their side, and when the patrol went south they were captured. His mother is no longer leader, and he has lost his value as a bargaining chip - so, glumly, Wildpaw suspects he'll spend a long time forgotten in his icy prison. CLEAVER
P E T R I C H I A || kittypet A stunning kurilian bobtail, this twisted she-cat started out her life as a kittypet. She was born inside and never set foot outside until she had to escape the burning remains of her home. At that point she was just shy of six moons old. With half her fur burnt off and her lungs choked with smoke, she struggled to get clear of the fire that had spread to the nearby trees. The dying screams of her family echoing in her ears as she stumbled over rough territory. Her flight stopped as her body gave up along the river running through WinterClan. She was then washed down and nearly drowned, struggling to stay afloat in the icy water. Her savior was Barrenfrost who pulled her half burnt, half drowned body out of the water. To her, the lynx spotted tom was the only thing that kept her from death. Her whole world had been torn away, only to be replaced by one single tom. He brought her back to the clan and had her healed. She had suffered brain damage from both smoke inhalation and from drowning due to the lack of oxygen. Luckily her thick coat grew back in, rich swirls of mahogany, copper, sandstone, and chocolate create a classic tabby pattern. Her muzzle is white with a little trickle leading down to her chest. To pair with that she has eyes the color of a Granny Smith apple and a sweet little bobbed tail. Petrichia was allowed to keep her name, a rarity for Barrenfrost’s playthings, though he does shorten it to Pet more often than not. Seeing as her whole life was upturned, she settled her focus on Barrenfrost. He is her sun, moon, and stars. The world revolves around him. She would and has killed for him. Anything he asks she does. Yet most of all she desires to keep him for herself. Petrichia would keep him hidden away from everyone if it meant keeping him for herself. LADY.M
H Y D R A N G E A P A W || nightclan He always kept to himself in the Clan he once called home, pretending he didn’t care about the suspicious stares sent his way or his status as an outsider. It was a façade, but it was a façade he felt safe in. Brushing off others so he didn’t have to face their disappointment or true suspicions. Perhaps he shouldn’t have distanced himself so far from everyone, though. Now trapped in the pits of WinterClan’s prison, he’s almost certain he’d not missed. A foolish venture led by a bitter tom who wanted to join the Black Hand was where things went so wrong. He was hardly trained at all, only an initiate at the time with an absent mentor. He didn’t notice the WinterClan cats until it was too late, snatched up before he even knew they were there. He still plays his usual, comfortable role, as though his position as a prisoner doesn’t bother him, but in reality he’s terrified. He never had a real home in the first place, abandoned by his estranged mother, Daylight, but NightClan had been the closest he ever knew. Shiverstar, the cat who raised him, was the closest thing he had to a mother. At least in his new home he can hide away in his fear more easily. At least, so long as he has to will to maintain himself. For now his coat remains a fluffy pelt of blue lynx-point fur, just long and soft enough to sustain him through the bitter colds of his new forced home. Bright blue eyes are only ever dull and emotionless anymore, however, what little emotions he still feels ones he’s unwilling to show to these cats of the cold. If he has anything, at least his thoughts and feelings are his own. BLUE
P A P R I K A - A C O R N || springclan Paprika-acorn is named for his reddish bronze fur full of the Egyptian Mau spots. He resembles his mother, Blue, with those spots but his white underbelly and honey-gold green eyes are all his father, Clarionfeather. His mother was a kittypet, one that, like some others, met a clan cat. Her story continued from there and soon his began. Blue met with this cat often enough to call him her lover, her mate and only a few moons after did they have their first litter of kits. Paprika-acorn is one of five kits all named after spices that had been found in his original home, the twoleg nest he'd been born in. Paprika-acorn, Cinnamonfox, Thymerobin, Oreganotree, and Vanillarose were brought to their father's clan SpringClan when they were just kits, barely a few moons old all because their home had burned down. The elderly twoleg that had owned them and their mother had been named Catherine; she'd been making dinner when she'd fallen, leaving the stove on and starting the fire. Their twoleg passed away and their home burned down, forcing his mother to move them sooner than she'd ever planned. His father had asked Blue many times before if she'd come and live with him in his clan and now they' been forced that way with their home burning in the background. Paprika-acorn doesn't remember any of this but his mother has told the story of their old home enough that he can just picture it. The sweet smell that always filled the air, the comfort of a warm home. But now, he's found a home in SpringClan. Paprika-acorn is spice and full of life. He holds his head high, even as a half-clan born cat. He's that spice of life that everyone needs in their life. This tom tends to turn a bland day into one full of interesting things and is known for being wild and unpredictable. With his mixed parentage, he feels as though he stands within his own crowd; or at least one that consists of his family and other half-clan born cats. Paprika-acorn left his home a second time when Eternalstar forced all the warriors out of SpringClan in order for her to be able to start the clan anew with queens and kits of her choosing. In the chaos, he lost track of his mother and made the mistake of crossing into WinterClan's territory. It was there that he was taken as a prisoner for trespassing onto their lands. PAOGIRL18
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