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DAYCLAN summernight / male / warrior / glowstar, fadingsight, speckledorange / no mate or kits / no plot / straight
FALLCLAN northernlights / male / warrior / tba / no mate or kits / no plot / straight graypaw / male / apprentice / seablossom, amberpaw / no mate or kits / no plot / bi hazelkit / female / kit / leafkit / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd teakit / female / kit / honeycrisp, tba / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd
SUMMERCLAN lemonspeckle / male / deputy / mintleaf / no mate; blackberrypaw, strawberrypaw, peachpaw, plumpaw, cherrypaw (adopted) / plot with foxvalour? / bi blackberrypaw / male / apprentice / lemonspeckle, mintleaf, strawberrysplash, peachswirl, plumbruise, cherrysky / no mate or kits / no plot / straight fawnkit ravenkit
WINTERCLAN mintleaf / female / warrior / lemonspeckle / no mate; blackberrykit / no plot / bi
SPRINGCLAN frostedpaw / female / apprentice / eveningpaw / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd leafkit / male / kit / hazelkit / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd
MOONCLAN bramblepaw / male / apprentice / no kin / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd littlekit / female / kit / grandsky, devilskit, soulkit, mightykit, skykit, twilightkit / no mate or kits / no plot / tbd
*pls scroll on clan/rank for more information on my chracters
When a cool breeze sends the trees swaying violently and the sun is slowly swallowed by dark clouds, that is when you know that Graysky is around. Graysky is a tom of medium size, though beneath his longer coat, he is lithe and lean. His fur is a mixture of grays and browns, marked with tabby stripes. His muzzle, chest, and two front paws are marked with white, and a set of deep blue eyes can always be found watching and waiting. Since kithood, Graysky has always been more on the quieter side, though don’t believe that it means he is peaceful, lazy, or mute. Graysky is an observer, he watches before he makes any move, always prowling through life as though on a hunt. He believes that impulsiveness is synonymous with death. Just as he comes in quietly and without warning, Graysky is as wild and as fierce as the storm that follows. He is an incredible fighter, his blows powerful and his paws quick. He is a warrior through and through, the first to step forward to defend his clan. Graysky was raised from kithood by his elder sister, Seablossom, after their father died. He has always been grateful to her, and to EarthClan, where he was born, and to FallClan, for making him into a fine warrior. He is protective over his siblings, and though he does not speak with them much, you can find him lying quietly beside them on sunny afternoons or sharing prey when he is hungry. Graysky does enjoy having fun from time to time, especially having mock fights and exploring. Though quiet, if you get to know him, you’ll find that he is full to the brim of thoughtful opinions and thorough ideas. He also has a side to him that startles those who hardly know him — he loves to make others laugh, often times at his own expense when necessary. He is not the first to open up and trust others, but once you dig a little deeper, you’ll strike the warm, golden rays of sun beneath his stormy exterior.
Mintleaf is a gorgeous, long-haired she-cat with a coat of smoky gray. Her eyes are a brilliant, clear, pale green. Mintleaf is a feisty, sharp-tongued cat, her mouth usually working faster than her mind. She is always defending herself to others, though she has no need, as she has proved herself time and time again. Mintleaf was born in SummerClan — the offspring of a SummerClan she-cat and a WinterClan tom. When Mintleaf had hardly opened her eyes, her father came to SummerClan one night and forced Mintleaf, her siblings, and her mother out of camp and to WinterClan. Mintleaf’s mother, once away from her clan, fought the tom with tooth and claw, but it was all for not. Her mother died, littered with deep, gutting wounds. Although young, Mintleaf has never been able to push the image from her mind. Her father held her and her siblings as his own prisoners in WinterClan, despite their blood. He pitted them against each other, forcing them to fight and train to be the best. He drove two of the kits to their graves, weak from the cold and their wounds. Mintleaf and her remaining litter mate, Lemonspeckle, were only eight moons when they stood together against their father and killed him, avenging their mother, their lost brothers, and all the others that had been affected by their father’s cold heart. The two apprentices, at the time, never spoke a word of their father’s death, nor was his body ever recovered. Mintleaf stayed behind in WinterClan, knowing that she belonged in the cold, in the ruthlessness. She felt it was what she deserved for what she had done. Lemonspeckle returned to their old home in SummerClan. Mintleaf fits in well with her clan, an avid fighter, cold to outsiders, and sometimes even those in her own clan. She lost the ability to trust anyone, though she makes a good show of it. Deep down, she is lonely and knows that she is destined to live with the hanging shadows of her past forever.
Northernlights is a handsome, light brown tom with sea green eyes and a charcoal gray nose. His muzzle, ears, back paws, and the tip of his tail are all a dark brown, almost black. He is lithe and small but nevertheless good looking, and he knows it too. Northernlights is a very egotistic, self-oriented tom. He’s not at all modest and will tell you exactly how it is (whether it’s about you or himself). His often blunt nature can get him into trouble, although he feels it’s better to be truthful than to tell even a little white lie. He struts around like he’s a king, tail and chin high, usually with a sarcastic smile on his face. At times, he can even be a little grumpy and extremely bossy when he feels things aren’t going his way. Most of these traits make Northernlights really seem like a bad guy, but here’s the kicker – he is truly a sweetheart and a kind soul underneath it all. While the world seems to revolve around him, he would drop everything in a moment to help nearly anyone that needed his help. Life is precious, and he understands that. Because beneath his shallow exterior, Northernlights is a deep, old soul that nearly walks with two spirits in the forest. One is the tom he wants to be – the one that doesn’t care, the one that is sarcastic, self-centered – and the other is the tom that he truly is. He can’t stop himself from trying to be brave, trying to be the hero. He is often a good friend, although his friendship is sometimes hard to come by. Northernlights' story isn't all that tragic, but it did shape him into the tom he is. Northernlights is the son of two former FallClan leaders, Oceanstar and Madstar. When his mother was pregnant, they lost his father, and this led to Oceanhaze losing her status as deputy because of the depression she fell into. This led to her becoming even more depressed and cut off, and this included toward her one and only son. She took care of him, but there was no emotion in it. She regreted it later, and knows the reason Northernlights is so cold on the outside is because of her, but she's proud of who he is on the inside. After Oceanhaze learned to live with her pain, she rose up and became leader once again, leading her clan back to greatness. She tried to fix her relationship with her son; and upon her death, all was forgiven. It’s difficult to scratch below Northerlights' temperamental, selfish personality, but once you get through the surface, you strike gold.
When she was found on the edge of FallClan territory, Hazelbranch looked nothing more than a skeleton covered with dirty fur - hardly breathing and alone. In time, Hazelbranch has grown into a beautiful she-cat, though her coat still clings to her bony, lithe frame. Lean muscles show that she is no longer weak, however. Hazelbranch is a soft ginger tabby with a white chest and paws. Her eyes are an olive green and her nose a warm pink. Hazelbranch might not have been born in FallClan, but no one has ever second guessed her loyalty. Born to two loners that were never fit to be parents, Hazelbranch started with a rough life. Her mother took her, while her father took her brother, and they parted ways. Her brother, unbeknownst to her, is alive and well in SpringClan, known as Leaftangle. Hazelbranch’s mother starved her, and never even washed her with a comforting tongue. When Hazelbranch was wreaking of death, her coward of a mother dumped her on FallClan territory, and it was probably the only kind thing that she had ever done for her. Despite how her life started, Hazelbranch has never let that determine who she turned out to be. She grew up to be kind, courageous, and caring. She has a soft-spot for orphaned kits, and takes young cats under her wing as often as possible. She is a great fighter, though she doesn’t like hurting others unless it comes to defending her clan. Despite the happy face she puts out to the world, Hazelbranch can be quite skittish and cautious, especially when it comes to the unknown. If her past left any scar, it was an emotional one, though she tries hard to trust rather than fear. It’s a battle that she braves every day of her life, though there is no doubt that Hazelbranch can overcome anything that comes her way.
Coaldust is a lithe, lean tom with a pelt of jet black fur that glints blue in the light of the moon and sun. His eyes are a molten gold, and the only indication that he is not a shadow is the single, white front paw on his right side. Though his name is something you might find in the long-forgotten crevices of an old mine, Coaldust is not a dark tom. He is ambitious, true, but that does not necessarily mean evil. His lean muscles are clean cut beneath his coat, showing the true strength of the warrior within. He is courageous, quick-witted, and swift on his paws. He’d jump into battle at a moments notice, fighting and defending his clan tooth and claw. Coaldust is a talker, always happy to share his opinions, even when they’re not always welcome. He enjoys taking control and playing leader, and he makes a good one too — he has a good head on his shoulders and makes decisions thoughtfully and for the good of the many. Perhaps the fact that he was not born with clan blood is the reason that he is so ambitious and loyal. Coaldust and his siblings, when they were only two moons old, left their parents to go on an adventure. The group of kits found themselves in SummerClan, where they stumbled upon the ghost of Vulcan and decided to adopt the eerie, dead cat as their new father. Coaldust remembers nothing of his life before SummerClan, not even the voices or faces of his birth parents. He knows that no matter what happens, wandering into SummerClan on that fateful day was his destiny. Not born in a clan, but born to be a clan cat. Coaldust still holds an adventurous spirit, but he never strays far from home — it’s where his heart is, and where it will stay, no matter what comes on the horizon.
Summernight is as likable as the thing his name suggests. He is warm, handsome, and altogether made of great memories to anyone that spends time with him. He has a dark ginger pelt with dark brown undertones, and bright yellow eyes to match his fiery personality. Some would say that Wildnight would be a better name for the tom, as he is often wreaking havoc in a way that he looks at as fun. He loves to have a good time and is considerably laidback when it comes to anything like trouble, fights, or simple disagreements. He's the cool older brother that your friends have a crush on, the guitar by the fireside, the sand between your toes. Summernight is a tom that rarely has a care in the world, other than the fact that he is very adament about two things: how much he loves his clan, and how much he hates two-legs. When Summernight was born, he was born as a kittypet, although he and his siblings were all unwanted. So, tied up in a burlap sack, the two-leg tossed the kits into a river to drown. Saved by Glowstar, Summernight and his siblings were raised by the leader. Now, he has a pure hatred for the furless creatures, although he has yet to come across them. At the end of his apprenticeship, Summernight left DayClan after his mother was kidnapped. He traveled for a moon before finding himself in SunClan, and becoming infatuated with their culture. He joined the clan, unknowingly the same one that had taken his mother away from him when he was a young apprentice. Eventually, he escaped SunClan and returned to DayClan where his mother continued her reign. Summernight is friends with everyone, lives without regrets (and also lives a little recklessly, for that matter), but you'll never find a tom with a bigger heart or a better attitude toward the life he almost lost.
Bramblepatch was only an apprentice when he found his path. He is a handsome tom with soft, brown tabby fur. His muzzle, chest, stomach, and paws are all white. His eyes are deep pools of burning gold, able to melt a heart in a moment. Once upon a time, Bramblepatch was a loner called Twig. When he was six moons old, his mother was killed by a fox when they had stumbled into its den. She died protecting her son, and Twig had ran as far and as fast as possible. Try as he might, he was still young and quite helpless, as he hadn’t had the chance to learn all the ways of the forest. That’s when he came upon Leviathan, the leader of MoonClan. The tom spoke of the Moon Goddess and Twig had been enchanted. Bramblepatch is a loyal warrior, strong and brave. He fights with the feeling that he is running right next to Selene. Bramblepatch has never been a rough around the edges sort of cat. He can lose his temper quite easily when his buttons are pressed the wrong way, and at times he can be quite hot-headed. Normally, however, Bramblepatch is friendly and thoughtful. He likes to share his opinions and butt into conversations that didn’t include him in the first place. He never really lose his kit-like curiosity, but he has grown into a fine warrior, and he thanks Selene every night for giving him a place to call home after all the tragedy he once had suffered.
Littlestorm’s name has always sort of felt like a harsh reminder of the taunts she grew up hearing in her clan. Tiny. Small. Poor thing. Watch out for your sister! Her pelt always burns at the memories. And though she may hate it, it suits her well. Littlestorm is a pretty thing with a soft coat of light gray — a forest cat mixed with tabby markings that are just a shade darker. Just above her nose is a single speck of white. Her legs are shorter than average, bringing her closer to the ground, and her tail flows out behind her like a down feather. Her eyes are the color of the forest during green-leaf. She is the daughter of Grandsky, and she loves her father fiercely, always wanting to be his little girl. Littlestorm is quite tempestuous, hinting her warrior name. She’s hot-headed, quick-tongued, and a fireball in disguise as an apprentice-sized warrior. She always has something to say; and she always tells it how it is. She’s always felt that comments on her size were hurtful, but true, and her pointing out flaws in a nonchalant way is her own form of personal revenge. Despite her fiery attitude, Littlestorm does have a soft spot for her friends and family, even when she acts snappish and prideful. Though small, she is a fantastic fighter, using the small size she hates so much to her advantage. Her sharp tongue and feisty personality can get her into trouble, and has from the start, but no one could ever say that she’s not an excellent warrior.
“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all”. Lemonspeckle, though young, has gone through much in his life. The warrior, while large in stature, is as gentle as a cool summer breeze. His pelt is the palest of creams, soft and long, striped with tabby markings that can barely be distinguished from the rest of his fur. His eyes are a golden honey, the calm amidst even the wildest of storms. Lemonspeckle was born in SummerClan, though that is where his happiness ended for a while. His father was an unnamed tom from WinterClan, his mother unwilling and perhaps terrified to reveal this secret to anyone in her clan. One night, in a peaceful calm, his father came for him and his siblings, dragging the then Lemonkit away from his home. His mother followed, feigning allegiance, and then fought the tom tooth and claw to win back her children. She was not as lucky as Lemonspeckle to live and see another day. Lemonspeckle and his siblings were held as prisoners by their father in WinterClan; he trained them unmercifully, pitting them against each other until they were near bleeding to death or unable to breathe. This went on until Lemonspeckle and his sister, Mintleaf, were the only two left that hadn’t died from being weak and the cold. At eight moons old, they killed their father in secret. His body was never recovered, nor did the apprentices admit to knowing anything about their father’s death. Lemonspeckle could not handle the terrible memories of WinterClan and found his way home to SummerClan, though his sister stayed behind, stronger than he against the cold and darkness. Despite all that he went through, Lemonspeckle is gentle, kind, and has the biggest, softest heart that you could find in the forest. He is anxiety ridden and has a nervous stomach, although he tries to not let it get the best of him. Though his clan knows him as one that would never harm a fly, Lemonspeckle was trained to be a ferocious beast, and it can be seen when he is protecting his clan and his loved ones from any cat that may try to do him harm. A gentle giant, a giver, a lover. You’ll never find a better treasure than dear Lemonspeckle.
Blackberrysmear is a handsome tom; he is tall and long, with sleek, dark gray fur and bright, blue-green eyes. He has lean muscles under his pelt, and long fangs that bite into his bottom lip. Blackberrysmear is a charming cat, always saying just what you want to hear. The catch here is that he always means what he says, and he never says it to win someone over. He is extremely sincere and complimentary, hospitality is his finest attribute. He is friends with anyone and everyone, from the smallest kit to the wrinkliest elder. His voice is as smooth as honey, dripping with a sweetness that can rarely be found in anyone. Blackberrysmear was born to Mintleaf in WinterClan, however he has no idea of his origins. He was raised in SummerClan, half their kin, by his uncle and adoptive father, Lemonspeckle. Blackberrysmear is a family man and always puts them before himself. He loves his siblings, his uncle, and even his mother, though he has no idea who she is. Blackberrysmear is always the first cat to offer a paw to help, a shoulder to cry on, or a word of advice. He is adventurous and brave, diving head first to rescue those in need, even if it's just his company. It sounds as though Blackberrysmear is the perfect warrior, though every cat has their faults. In truth, despite his outward love toward life, Blackberrysmear does suffer from anxiety. It plagues him in his sleep, puts a slight stutter in his voice when he's confronted with the problem, and makes him feel weak when he's alone. He's a ray of sunshine that sometimes finds himself shut out by the darkest of rain clouds.
Huckleberrynose has always been a bit of an oddball. From the moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the world in a different light. Even through the trauma he endured as a kit, he walks as if he’s on clouds — perhaps half in StarClan, and half out. When Huckleberrynose was a kit, his mother died giving birth to him, and his father was killed by a fox trying to protect their new family. Huckleberrynose was nearly killed as well, and he will bear the reminder forever, as he only has a small stump of a tail. He only survived when he and his siblings were rescued by a SummerClan patrol. Huckleberrynose is a handsome tom, though on the smaller side. He is lean and slender, with a light ginger tabby pelt; his paws, chest, and stomach are all white, and his eyes a fiery amber. Huckleberrynose always seems to be in his own world, talking to cats who aren’t there, dreaming wildly, and laughing out loud. Most of his clan mates, though they love him, think he’s strange. Even still, they can’t deny that he works hard as a warrior, his strength lying in hunting, when he can be present enough to pay attention. Uncommon as it is, Huckleberrynose can actually see cats from StarClan — he’s not crazy like many believe him to be. His near death experience brought him closer to his ancestors, and he has been able to see them ever since. He always draws others that are different near to him, and sometimes, when it’s least expected, you may find him in a moment of complete and shocking clarity.
Pinefrost was born with a fire in her eyes and a hurricane in her soul. Tumbling into the world with a wild cry, she has never once stopped to smell the roses or care what others thought about her obnoxious and spitfire ways. She is a slender she-cat with a soft coat of beautiful tortoiseshell fur, more black than orange. Her eyes are a soft olive green, though they spark with an intensity that can rarely be found in another soul. When Pinefrost was a kitten, she was known as Speckle, living with her mother, her twin sister, Freckle, and their two-legs. Her mother brought her and her sister to SummerClan at the young age of four moons, promising them that they would have a better life. If they stayed with her, they’d be taken and separated. Pinefrost and her sister, now Primrosetangle, thrive in SummerClan, and Pinefrost has never thought for a moment that it was not where she was meant to be. Her intense personality can be difficult to understand, but she doesn’t mind if no one gets it. She can never rest with all four paws on the ground, bounding in every direction imaginable. She is flighty and at times unstable. She finds it difficult to keep her mouth shut when appropriate, and it isn’t uncommon to see the others warriors getting out of her way when they see her coming. She is hot-headed, out-spoken, and unpredictable. That being said, no one could doubt her loyalty and her amazing heart. While she doesn’t always have control over her own body or mouth, she loves everyone and tries to do right by them all and herself.
Primrosetangle is as sweet as honey, her voice smooth and kind, her eyes gentle and soft. She hardly approves of raising a paw in battle, and would rather fight with her words than her claws. She is a small, slender she-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt, more orange than black. Her eyes are a soft olive green, her gaze warm and inviting. When Primrosetangle was just a kit, she and her twin sister, Pinefrost, left the life of kittypets to join SummerClan at only four moons old — not that the choice was theirs. At the time, they were known as Freckle and Speckle, dotingly loved by their mother and their two-legs. Their mother snuck them out in the middle of the night after hearing of the clan, and dropped them off together. She told them that it was for the best, otherwise they would be taken from her and separated from one another. Primrosetangle and her sister, though twins, are complete opposites of one another. Where Pinefrost is tempestuous and hot-headed, Primrosetangle is calm and soft-spoken. She walks with a silent confidence and a gentle paw, bringing comfort to any who need it. Her motherly instincts were with her even as a kit, and she prefers the life of a queen to the life of a warrior, doting over kits and taking care of mothers, even when she herself is not born expecting or nursing. Primrosetangle loves to walk among the wildflowers and run her paws through soft, long tendrils of spring grasses. Cool summer breezes coax her into the wild. Though she does not like to live life fighting, Primrosetangle has never doubted her place in the clan. She has never glanced over her shoulder at the two-legs and wonder what life would have been like otherwise. Primrosetangle has an enormous heart for all of the creatures in the forest, though it doesn’t stop her from being loyal and loving, without a violent bone in her body.
Ravenridge is a pretty, black she-cat. Her frame is long and slender, her spine high and bony, sticking from the ridge in her back. Her eyes are a bright, grass green, and the only color along her lithe body. Ravenridge was born to a pair of loners, but she has only ever known SummerClan. Her parents were traveling with the kits, sweeping them away to a new home, when they were attacked by a fox. A SummerClan patrol managing to step in and save Ravenridge and her siblings, but their parents were not so lucky. Still, Ravenridge does not spend much time mourning her birth-parents, for it has been so many moons that she doesn’t even remember their faces. Ravenridge is a magnet for the broken and the damned. Her gentle voice and soft paws bring those who have been hurt and tormented running to her, and the black she-cat swoons in the attention — the attention that comes from being needed. She is obsessed with kits, and becomes almost insanely jealous each time a new litter is born to the clan; when Ravenridge tries to be around the kits, however, she tends to lose her confidence. Maybe a blessing or a curse, Ravenridge will never be able to conceive kits, which makes her envy and pain even worse. She is terrified of living a boring life — one that is simply hunting and defending. She craves adventure and the unknown. Her mind is often shadowed with chaos and unfulfilled desires. At times, it seems that Ravenridge might lose her sanity over her lack of a family, the stress of the helpless on her shoulders, and the fear of an uneventful life; sometimes, she’s afraid she actually might.
