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Like a shadow in the night, Spiderfang is a slim, jet black tom with only the slightest spot of white on his chest. His short fur is always pristinly groomed and his pale amber eyes are always hardened by some emotion that no one can quite decipher. He isn’t a tom that many are able to read, and his face hardly ever displays how he is feeling. The only time you can count on him expressing true emotion, is when he is with his littermates, or when he is angry. He has quite an issue with his temper and can oftentimes explode though he is extremely uncomfortable by the thought of not being in control of his actions. He has a plan for how everything should go, and if by any chance something may stray from his plot, he will be quick to express that it’s wrong. He isn’t afraid to call others out when they are doing the wrong thing or going against what he believes should be done. Spiderfang has intense difficulty with perceiving other’s opinions and believes his to be the most important, to him the thoughts of others aren’t relevant. He would like to think that he has a good relationship with his littermates, though he will admit that they are very different from him. They may not see the relationship as good, and in fact they may deeply dislike Spiderfang, but in Spiderfang’s eyes he believes it is a good relationship as long as he can exert his control. He has trouble telling Crowtalon what to do, and the two tend to clash on a regular basis. Despite the relationship with his brother being on the rocks, Spiderfang feels as though he is very close to his sister, Antheart. He is fiercely protective of her and knows that because of her naïve nature that he can easily manipulate her with fear. He believes that it is worth instilling the fear into her as long as she continues to listen to him. Spiderfang has a fear deep down of abandonment by his littermates, and though he would never admit it, this is the reason why he won’t let his sister stray from his side. It is purely for a selfish reason that he keeps her close, because in the end he doesn’t hardly care about her feelings at all.
DAYCLAN Mother - Palefrost Siblings - Crowkit [ talon ] and Antkit [ heart ]
PLOT IDEAS
- a fight maybe?? - in the future, a she-cat trying to "fix" him and realizing that he is beyond help. maybe the she-cat becomes pregnant with his kittens and it puts him in a really bad position and he has to figure out how to deal with it - him being seriously injured somehow and manging to find a bit of humility in his life - a friend who would always be by his side and manage to bring out at least a slightly nice side of him, but they like him and he doesn't know how to take it
Her name is truly fitting once you see the look in her piercing yellow eyes, a far off sunken-in look, as though she has seen something that wasn’t meant for her to see. She is slim with dark brown fur that becomes lighter brown as you move towards her stomach, her paws and tail tip are the same light brown. Her whiskers are long and often nearly tangled and her medium length fur can oftentimes be found messily groomed, sticking up all over the place. Though not very careful with her appearance, she is extremely detail-oriented when it comes to watching others, always seeing beyond what others around her can see. She is observant, perhaps too observant to things around her, and it didn’t take her long to notice the way her mother acted. Though Spookbat was always there for her, Hauntedmoon, was quick to see the fear in her mother’s eyes and the way she would run to hide when there was even the slightest of sounds. Hauntedmoon began to keep to herself, afraid of bothering her mother and causing her to become upset, she didn’t want to make things harder on the cat who was already trying her hardest. In her free time, Hauntedmoon would wander around and watch the cats around the camp, noticing the little odd behaviors of others and seeing the quirks that they all possessed. It gave her comfort to know that she could notice subtle things before others could, and that one day it could possibly come in handy. Over times she began to be drawn more and more to the elder’s den, intrigued by the cats who resided there. As she began to listen to them, they enlightened Hauntedmoon to the idea of the Moon God. Instantly, the she-cat was hooked on what she was being told and it quickly became somewhat of an obsession for her to think about the sky, the moon, and the world outside of her own. Her belief is what some could call radical and a bit eccentric as she can be found every night and morning praying intently to the Moon God. She will sometimes pass off her observations to others as signs of the Moon God’s work and though she knows it is wrong to act as though she has seen him, she can’t stop herself from using her skill to try to fake being close to the God she so greatly loves
- she sets up a fortune telling thing and then she makes an idiot out of herself because she actually can't get any signs from the moon god - she sets up a small group of super-believers like herself - she meets a cat she falls in love with and then learns that they don't believe in the moon god, so she struggles with accepting it - meets a cat she falls in love with who she can't read at all, so she's super confused as to why she can't pick up on signals from them and it becomes a challenge for her
A bold colored tortoiseshell she-cat, Coppermist is a fairly stunning cat on sight. She is lean with bright orange eyes and a mischievous glimmer that never seems to leave her eye. She isn’t the kind of cat that you would tend to forget, especially after talking to her. She has a mouth that can go on-and-on, usually about topics that are odd or very off. She isn’t the type of cat to talk about how the weather is, but rather she would go for shock value and ask deeply personal questions, as if to throw you off guard. She enjoys the idea of seeing chaos and getting reactions out of others, and she will go out of her way to make cats respond in an unexpected way. She doesn’t intend it in a harmful way, for her is all a bit of fun. While she is quite chaotic, she is good at being able to put on a mask and make herself look like a role model for younger cats in the clan. She isn’t all that horrible of a cat, and does have some compassion deep down, even if her main motivation is to cause a little bit of havoc here and there. She was raised in a litter of five kits, and it was always her to start the trouble. She quickly became the litter leader and would lead the other kits into places they weren’t supposed to be. This would often result in scolding, but it had the opposite effect on her than what one would expect, it made her better at not getting caught. She has many goals for the future of the clan, her main one to be finding a mate that enjoys her sense of humor and chaos. Though she feels at home with her clan, she doesn't believe that there should be so many roles and rules, and rather believes that if there was a little bit of anarchy that life would be more fun.
- find a mate who wants to do crazy shenanigans with her. - have her make a scene and expose someones secret, spill a little tea, and have it cause her to make enemies and possibly maybe some friends who are also like her -cause chaos overall and play pranks and just plots where she can have some fun cause that's what shes all about.
Daisystorm is a cat that you would look at and not be sure what to think. His name doesn’t fit him at all, and his oddly splotched orange pelt is always stuck up in every direction. He has a delicate face and looks almost feminine at first to those who see him. Perhaps his more defining feature is the one that is the most noticeable, the fact that he only has one large blue eye. He was raised by a careless mother who didn’t often stay in the nursery to help care for her kit. She would rather be off socializing and found the idea of raising a kit to be exhausting and a curse. This made sure that Daisystorm was always on his own, and when he wasn’t, he was trying hard to fit in with the others who would make fun of him for his name. One day he was playing with the others when they dared him to go out of the camp and bring back something to prove that he had gone far enough. Daisystorm wanted to back out but he was afraid of what the other kits would say if he didn’t do the dare. He walked calmly out of the camp and didn’t realize after a few moments that he didn’t know where he was or how to get back to the camp. In a panic, he raced in through the trees, trying to find his way. His run came to an end as he stabbed his eye out with a low hanging branch, he knew right away that he was seriously injured. Calling out for help, some cats on a patrol eventually found him and carried him back to camp where the medicine cat worked to help him. He was badly injured and many didn’t know if he would make it. Eventually, he was able to recover, though at this point he was practically living in the medicine cats’ den and didn’t have any friends as all of the other kits didn’t bother to visit him. Occasionally his mother would come to check on him, but she refused to look at him and his face, claiming that she was cursed with such an ugly kit. Daisystorm slowly became more aware that he would never be able to see again, and this quickly developed into an obsessive self-consciousness that would eat away at him. He believed that no one would ever want to talk to him, that he was too ugly, like his mother said. It didn’t help that when he was finally able to return to the camp, all of the other kits were already made into apprentices and he was left behind with all the younger kits. He wasn’t teased anymore, but his own internal problems worsened, causing him to isolate and have trouble socializing with others in the camp. His goal growing up was to become a good warrior, but when he finally became an apprentice his head was clouded with doubt that he would ever get that far.
DAYCLAN Mother -Ferndapple Father - Unknown Siblings - N/A
PLOT IDEAS
-i want him to meet a kind cat who is able to love him even though he can be hard to talk to, i just want him to find happiness - blind/deaf friend who he feels he can relate to. or some other cat with an injury - another islated cat and him fall in love and they learn to love each other and break through each other's barriers - maybe a plot where he gets attacked by an animal in his blind spot and then he is saved by a cat who would always tease him but maybe they liked him all along?
Celestialspell is at first glace a fragile she-cat, not the kind that one would take to be a fighter. She is lean and small with tortoiseshell fur and bright yellow eyes. Her whiskers are long and her fur always neatly brushed into place. She’s quite boisterous and restless, oftentimes feeling uncomfortable if she stays in one place for too long. She always has something to say, and she will say it without thinking about what words she’s going to use before they come out of her mouth. Her outlook on life is bright and cheery, always focused on the positive things happening around her. She aims to become a strong fighter, despite the fact that she looks delicate and almost breakable. As an apprentice she would sometimes get made fun of because of how she didn’t look threatening, even though she would try to act bold and stronger than she was. She would train with all of her might and often come back to the camp exhausted but still wanting to keep pushing herself. She would be unaware that she was pushing her body so hard and would have bouts of sickness due to overworking herself. This never got her down, and she always strived to do better than she did previously; and while this in theory could be good, she is unaware of the consequences it may bring. She was raised in a kind family with a supportive mother and three siblings, Omenriddle, Darkpoison, and Ritualdance. Celestialspell feels a very strong connection with her siblings and would do anything to protect them.
