Nightingale roleplayed by Spiderheart // ADULT
Though black is considered to many as a dull, unimportant shade, it is far more useful than anyone could ever imagine. Black is essential to this world, without it there would be no beauty. No contrast. No comparison. It makes up far too much of the sights around us to go so profoundly unnoticed. Many are incapable of noticing the shape in the night, yet just because you cannot see something does not mean it is not there. A being previously unknown, coming to settle next to you. How it got there, is an uncertain event. One moment, it was in you sights, the next, vanished, like a wisp of pure darkness itself. Or perhaps the opposite. You had no knowledge that it was there, yet a second later it came before you only to be drawn back into the darkness from whence it first came. Yet, there within the pitch blackness, there is suddenly evidence of the creature, evidence that though it seems to have gone, it still remains, watching. Watching, through narrowed slits. Orbs, thinly visible, through the fog of shadows. Burning holes through you where they settle. Assessing, from the distance now. Envisioning what you are, searching. Discovering the horrors you have faced, bringing out the pain that you may have once known. Dark, calculating eyes. Yet, they are not only dark. Perhaps they may look it at times, but that is only an illusion, fabricated by the surrounding night. Though such oculars are indeed dark in some places, fluctuating in their coloring and shade, they remain brilliant, glimmering brightly despite the blackness. Twin sparks, alight within the dark. Two of them, following your every move, your every motion. Golden, glimmering with unknown possibility. Probing, pondering. Finding out even the things you never wished for anyone to know. Dragging even your deepest and greatest fears from you. Taking any and all information that there is to be gained. Knowledge is power, and therefore power this creature, this thing, whatever it may be, has much of. Never underestimate it, it will find you out and do what it will, what is surely considered necessary under whatever the circumstances may be. Be it justice, be it vengeance. Either way, it will come after you, and stop at nothing to bring upon you what needs to be done. Perhaps it could be considered determination, though not in the exact sense. Determined to give others what they deserve? Yes. However, it will be the thing to judge whether what one might deserve is anywhere from an act of kindness and compassion, as far as condemnation to something worse than death. That is the nightmare you will stumble upon in the moment you encounter this feline. Yes, she is, in effect, a cat. Nightmares are not only meant to frighten you, make you shrink back, quivering all alone in the dead of night. They voice your fears, alert you to things you may not have considered in the waking world. They tell you of your weaknesses, what to avoid and what to pursue. Whether you listen to that wisdom, is solely your own choice. Allow your nightmares to guide you, or push them aside in hopes that they will never return, that they will not matter anymore should you forget them. However, hope as you might, they will forever haunt you. Never silenced, never departed. Force them away, and they will only return in greater numbers and strength. Embrace them, and they will embrace you, whispering great things of knowledge and possibility in your ears. You should listen to them. Should you go on the offensive, you shall surely loss. Retreat to the defensive, and still you will loss. There is no way to fight something you know nothing about. No way to fight something you cannot see. Tricky things, that is what nightmares are. You can never be sure if they have good intentions, or bad. Whether they are planning your demise, or calculating a way to aid you. Such is the way of this particular creature, an embodiment of those extraordinary elements. It could be said that she has a piece of every emotion embedded within her. Every possible feeling, every notion and every reaction. Good and evil. Justice and revenge. All of it. However, whether this fact is made known to others is once more a thing of uncertainty. The she-cat is neither of each, neither of the yin, and neither of the yang. She fluctuates. Like a pendulum, ticking back and forth, back and forth. For the most part she is in the middle, in between, simply calculating everything and dealing with it however she may see fit. Unemotional to the simple passerby, to those who make no point of taking much notice of her. Most underestimate her, something she uses to her advantage. Now, do not think that she is entirely about manipulation in such things. Though she does have a tendency to control things when needed, she simply uses what she has. Her size being one of those things. Her silky black fur being another. Nature gives each of us certain traits for a reason, why not use them the best way we can? That is part of what makes up Nightingale. Whatever is there, she will use it to gain the upper paw. Now, there are cats who are known as being sly, but Nightingale does not conform to those exact standards. Her slyness is... Different. Or, for a few more colorful ways of wording it, oddball. Unexpected. Strange. A type of slyness most would not previously have ever encountered before chancing a meeting with her. It is not an evil kind of slyness, oh no. Though, it can be somewhat nearing that side of the spectrum at times. More often though, it too resides in the middle ground, between light and shadow. She does deceive, but only when it is truly warranted. For example, would you not deceive someone if it meant the continuation of your survival? Would you not do whatever it took, lie, cheat, steal, in order to keep yourself alive? In the most dire of circumstances, even the most kindhearted and morally sound cat will do things they never thought they would. Nightingale is simply more willing to do such things. More willing to lie, to go against the rules, if there is something to either be gained or kept.
Rogue
Group - None

LEATHERFERN[STAR] roleplayed by Aberrantfox // ADULT
The former leader of WinterClan. Leatherfern was chased from WinterClan and his ruling position by his deputy and those in the clan who favored StarClan over the Ancient's whom Leatherfern believed in with his entire being. While he still has lives upon his exile, Leatherfern chose to drop the "Star" from his name in hopes of removing a target from his back. Today he simply goes by his warrior name, Leatherfern. He is a large thick short furred mocha brown tom. His occupation before leader was Prison Guard. Because of the duties involved he has large rolling thick muscles on his shoulders and back. His eyes are an emerald green. Most would describe Leatherfern as a cool and collected tom who shows few emotions in the case of most interactions yet is playboy and has more kits than most could count strewn throughout the territories. Born and raised 100% of WinterClan blood his mother was Coralsnow and his father was Blisteringstorm. Both well respected Prison guards and members of WinterClan under Goldenstar's reign. However they were not very loving parents. Their form of parenting involved abusive was of preparing their only kit for the life of a Prison Guard. Making him walk on thorn and holding his face down in puddles to teach him how to hold his breath. Both of his parents died in battle and never got to see their son skip the life of a Prison guard as the age of an apprentice and immediately be chosen among the crowed to be a deputy. He was deputy just long enough to become an adult cat before he found himself unexpectedly made leader. With that leadership came the reign of chiefs and the ancients. While Leatherfern had many children in his lifetime he only ever loved one cat. That cat being the daughter of Goldenstar and now Priestess Promised of SunClan, Littlebird. Together they had a daughter, Fernskip, and a son, Lionpride. Before these kits were born a tradition in WinterClan known as the Warrior Bond was forged by Leatherfern to Littlebird. Allowing him to feel her pain and joys even from great distances. In return Littlebird can also feel his emotions and physical feelings but only as a dull sense. This bond, unbreakable except by death, has placed Leatherfern as a protector over Littlebird from the shadows. When she went into labor he felt her pain and came to her aid. Leatherfern feels Skipstep, Littlebird's new mate to be his rival and while he has his own distaste for the tom, he respects him for the care he has taken with his children. Leatherfern has only met his kits a few times but has not been given the opportunity to form any kind of bond because of Foxstar's protection over them. Leatherfern is skilled in battle more so than hunting and uses his dark pelt and green gaze to blend in with his surroundings. Since his reign on WinterClan he has remained unheard of for the most part laying low and avoiding a bounty. Though he knows in his soul he was always meant to lead. Maybe just not WinterClan.
Rogue
Group - n/a

BLIZZARDGLOW roleplayed by Cadence // ADULT
She was a blizzard personified. Cold, deadly, and beautiful; a true magnificent force of nature. Mismatched eyes blink slowly, one amber, one blue. Her fur is as white as snow, with splotches of black marking her back, stomach and crown. She's larger than your normal cat, with long legs making up for most of her size. Blizzardglow is a force to be reckoned with. She was born to Newtclaw and Shiningleaf, their firstborn, alongside Nightflash and Roaringsun. Like her mother, Shiningleaf, Blizzardglow harnessed the natural characteristics of a caregiver. She was supportive and sympathetic, always rooting for the underdog and understanding one's pain. Loyal, humble, and good-natured, Blizzardglow was the she-cat everyone wanted to be friends with growing up. She exceled in her training as a young student, and proved her worth several times over that she was of true WinterClan blood. As she became a soldier, her parents were blessed with another litter, one that excited Blizzardglow and her brothers. They couldn't wait to become older siblings to a new generation of kits. As the day lingered closer to Shiningleaf to give birth, she and Blizzardglow became incredibly close. Blizzardglow worshipped the ground that Shiningleaf walked upon; she loved her mother and more. The two were inseparable, for wherever Blizzardglow went, Shiningleaf wasn't too far behind. Her father, Newtclaw, on the other hand, had never had a strong relationship with his daughter, yet Blizzardglow always knew he would be there for her in her times of need. The day came that Shiningleaf finally gave birth to their second litter, and six little blessings were welcomed into the world. Happiness and the weepings of happy parents filled the nursery, though that soon came to an end. That night, Shiningleaf and Newtclaw, including their lastborn kit, Snowkit, were murdered viciously in their sleep. Blizzardglow remembers the gruesome scene she had walked in on, and the horrible wail that had come out of her body afterwards. Her heart felt as if it had shattered. From that moment on, Blizzardglow vowed to take care of her younger siblings as if they were her own, and to find the killer that dared lay a claw on her family. She still upholds this promise to this day, searching dutifully for their killer alongside her brother Roaringsun. As her younger siblings grew older, one day, Hurricanepaw, Wolfpaw, and Nightflash all went on an adventure together. That day, an avalanche had ruptured the mountainside, and came tumbling down, crushing Hurricanepaw and Nightflash in it's path. Though Wolfpaw had escaped death that time, it still had him in it's grasp. Nearing their warrior ceremony, Wolfpaw had gone off in a frenzy towards the cliffs, where Blizzardglow, Roaringsun, and TIgerpaw had followed him to; there, they watched helplessly as their brother attempted to climb the cliffs, and come falling down in a landslide. Ultimately, Blizzardglow was forced to cut her own brother's throat to save him from his suffering. All her life, Blizzardglow's family has been riddled with death. This had caused the once motherly she-cat to turn into a cold, unforgiving mistress of death, one that instills harsh treatments should they be necessary. Underneath her chilling exterior, the same she-cat remains, buried deep under the snow.
Loner
N/A

CLOUD roleplayed by Cadence // YOUTH

PUMPKIN CAT roleplayed by neverforgotten / YOUTH
A former kittypet who set out for his own adventure. The bright orange and white tabby was raised from a tiny kit by his twolegs and intended to spend his entire life with them, but a thirst for experience led him away from them. However, he stubbornly kept his nickname: Pumpkin Cat. Truth be told, he is rather plump and very orange. Besides, he likes it and it reminds him of home. One day he's going to return to his family. As he travels he's learned that most cats dislike twolegs but he's remained very open about his appreciation of them. Twolegs are kind, caring creatures and Pumpkin Cat often inserts himself into conversations to insist that they just don't understand them. If Pumpkin Cat could convince every cat to meet his twolegs, maybe the clans wouldn't be so hateful anymore. When he goes home he'll make sure his twolegs know how much they mean to him. All the mice he can catch for them! And leaves and bugs. He'll take care of them because they took care of him. But first, he has to live his life of adventure.
Loner

OCTOBER roleplayed by neverforgotten / KIT
Born as a kittypet, but her dedication to her family was more important. When her and her littermates were old enough to survive, they ran away from their twolegs. They struck out together, driven by a desire never to be separated. October is curious and caring, obsessed with her family's safety, and often a bit to protective of them. She circles them constantly, eyes sharp for danger and claws unsheathed. The washed out grey and white tabby is hardly fearsome, her small stature and inexperience in battle mean she'd be crowfood against a warrior, but she would definitely go out fighting. As she grows she feels a restlessness in her paws, a need for more. But she doesn't know what it means. Doesn't know any other way of life than being on the run with her siblings.
Loner

@samiam where do you want him put? Kittypet, loner, or rogue?


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FIREWORKS roleplayed by skelly // YOUTH
A smoke grey, white and brown molly with medium-length fur and olive green eyes, she is often noted as being elegant, droll and crafty by her littermates: Sparklers, Regicide, October, Freedom, and Liberty. Their home life was beautiful in a regal twoleg nest where they were cared for extravagantly, at least until the worst proposal imaginable came into question: splitting the litter up for other hairless entities to enjoy their fuzzy faces and sweet mewls of loneliness. Indignant of such an idea, the six of them quickly departed from the world they had known to explore and grow amongst one another. Now, together and never to be parted, Fireworks can think of no other paradise besides being somewhere where they can run and have fun... for now.
Loner

BARON roleplayed by Consuela // ADULT
A pure black tom, adorned with scars all along his body and vibrant jade green eyes. He has a tall and simple built frame, with long spidery legs. Baron was born to a small, starving rouge mother along with a litter of six. Due to their horrid condition and no place to call home,all his siblings died of malnutrition, he himself nearly dying along with them, but by miracle survived alongside his mother. Baron grew up in rough territory, where rouge cats from far and wide fought for the little food that was around, forcing him to grow quicker than cats within their kithood. Once he himself learned how to hunt, he and his mother's life turned for the better as he was now another helping hand in their survival, but this comfort did not last. After a violent rouge group encounter, Baron was left bleeding out alongside his dead mother.He was sure he would die soon and after fell into a deep, black slumber. Believing he would awaken alongside the eternal spirit of his mother, he wound up finding himself alive instead, his wounds cleaned and wrapped in leaves. To this day, Baron never knew who was responsible for his survival, but he remained forever grateful. He took this second chance at life more seriously, training feverishly day and night, building up his strength and speed to one day face the rouge group again and avenge his mother. Baron, despite his misfortunes is a smug character, a jokester and a tease among peers and she-cats. He is a risk taker, enjoy the rush of adrenaline when face with a new and challenging task or situation. Baron comes off as fearless and in a few extreme cases, crazy as he is willing to prove his worth and strength by doing anything. Due to his past experiences with rouge groups, he refuses to join or trust rouge groups, or anything other conjugate of cats. Since he has devoted the remainder of his life to avenging his mother,he has no wish to take on a mate and often ends up in flings to indulge him and his natural needs.
Loner

SCULLY roleplayed by neverforgotten // YOUTH
A kittypet with a thirst to prove himself as capable. The black and white tom would never leave his housefolk, but he does like to explore. As a young cat he'd been afraid to jump his garden wall, afraid of the world beyond. But one morning he'd felt brave and managed to convince himself to go for it. The world beyond is vast and Scully has seen very little of it, but he wants to see more. The green-eyed kittypet likes to walk, wondering around until nightfall when he has to go home for his meal. The young cat can't fight and he can't sneak around. His claws are stuck in little blue caps and his red collar has a small bell and a skull emblem with his name on it. He looks 100% kittypet, making him an easy target when he accidentally crosses clan borders. Despite his limitations, the tom hates to be bullied and is often far too hotheaded for his own good.