@samiam Just to confirm, does Starkpaw have any unique markings or scars? I just want to confirm.

Cat Name: Khaalida
Physical Description: Click here! She also has scars littering her body from her father's harsh training.
Bio: She is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. She is the enchantress of the darkness, the mistress of evil; she is hell personified. With long fur billowing down in waves of onyx and two sharp orange eyes with a red ring encircling her pupil, she is ethereal. She captivates those with her charms, yet pushes them away with her cold exterior. Her name is Khaalida, meaning deathless; immortal. She grew up in a harsh environment. She was born into the Northern Kingdom, a place where lady death lays in wait around every corner. A kingdom of plagues, famines, and failed uprisings, all led under a ruthless king who did not care for his people. She was a princess, alongside her two twin siblings, Kaliope and Kyros. They, sadly, were born kin to said ruthless king. The triplets were constantly pitted against each other, for their father made their main goal one thing and one thing only: the throne. Of course, the triplets couldn't lead side by side as they initially thought, for only one could take the throne. From the moment they were able to walk, their father would run them through a series of tests, the difficulty getting increasingly harder as they began to age. He would test their strength, stamina, speed, and endurance, and it was common to push his kits harder than they could manage. Kaliope was the weakest link, always falling behind Khaalida and Kyros. Kyros, on the other hand, would excel magnificently, while Khaalida was stuck right in the middle. She would surpass all of her tests, yet she remained average. As time went on, the more brutal the tests would become, until one day her guards came to retrieve her for the final test. She had no idea what they meant by that, but as they led her to the arena, her heart dropped. They were going to make the triplets fight to the death. Fearing for her own safety, and not being able to muster the courage to fight her own siblings, Khaalida turned and made a break for it, escaping her guards and leaving the territory that belonged to the Northern Kingdom. For many moons she traveled far and wide, and during her travels, she met the nastiest of characters, and the truest of characters. They all spoke of a place where clans and groups lived side-by-side, instead of one big kingdom like what she was used to. She then met this wanderess, one who was mentally deranged, yet still had moments of clarity. She spoke of this place of flowers and trees, one where everyone lived in harmony, a place called SummerClan, where cats valued valor and bravery over treachery and brutalness. It sounded like heaven. And so, Khaalida found her paws taking her to the tallest peak that she could see, and there, she found what she was looking for.
Background: Artistic freedom~
Time of Day: Night
Size of Image: 500x500 ? if not, it can be smaller c: I ain't picky

Cat name: littlebird
physical description: very petite, pale silver/grey tabby, dense under coat, medium/fluffy  coat, very distinctive golden eyes, paws are large for her size.
bio:The first and only surviving child of Goldenstar and Hazethroat, Littlebird was born into a strict world of courtesy and WinterClan traditions. She was raised to be the perfect princess, always expected to portray a pure and submissive facade to the rest of the clan. She obeyed her parent's commands without question, believing they knew better than she. Her delicate frame is covered in a soft layer of grey tabby fur. Her gentle golden eyes, a reminder of her pure WinterCaln lineage. Like most young she-cat of her age she was hrilled by stories of romance and adventure. Her favorite stories being of noble warriors and tragic love stories. Being raised in such a sheltered environment, it was difficult for her to understand the difference between the stories and reality. She truly believed that all WinterClan warriors are chivalrous, noble, and moral. Hazethroat suggested naming her after Goldenstar's previous mate, the only cat the cold leader ever truly loved. She did so in order to appease his anger over the death of Littlekit's siblings, and to give him hope of more kits in the future. In a way the name suited her perfectly. A beautiful and delicate cat, naive to the ways of this cruel world. However, her perfect world shattered around her. Her parents killed each other in front of her, in the first trial by combat. Perhaps if she had not intervened her father would have still been alive. She carries the guilt of her parents death,. Tragic as her story is, it doesn't end there. In chaos of the clan loosing both their leader and deputy, a cruel cat emerged from the shadows. Underfcliff killed her brother, Proudlion, to ensure his spot as leader of WinterClan. Littlebird was next on his list to murder, for any living decedents of Goldenstar would always be ahead of him in line of succession. It was only the kindness and swift actions of Singedwolf, that saved her life. When Undercliff had turned his attention to her, she was already gone. Whiskedaway to the safety of another clan, a clan willing to keep her identity secret. SunClan took her in, seeing her escape from death as a sign that she had been blessed by the sun deity. Being entangled in the complicated politics of WinterClan since the day she was born, it didn't take her long to understand and begin to manipulate her way into power in SunClan. Always humble, kind, and polite on the surface she is liked by many within the clan. However, she is her father's daughter. Seeking to one day bring her bloodline back into power once more, and to reclaim her home clan
Time of day: midday, lots of light She is the priestess promised of sunclan
size:icon 200x200, and one bigger one for my character thread(mobile is being silly and won’t let me check the size 🤦‍♀️)


So in Sunclan the cats wear paint on their coats, would it be possible to include some of that in the image?I can give more details on this if you would like. 

I will pm you about the markings

;~; It's perfect.

Username: Honeystorm
Cat Name: Sun God
Physical Description: A massive gold-shaded white Maine Coon tom with burning amber eyes, fire and embers wreathed throughout his pelt. (He literally glows, he is the Sun after all. xD)
Bio: Doesn't have one, but I'll try. cx
A god-complex personified. Arrogant, chaotic, and a being with a rather easily set off temper. It is from him in which SunClan has gotten it's personality. A party cat, the world's gift to cat-kind, nothing can touch him. He is beauty, he is grace, he is a creature with tremendous power and a tendency to meddle in the lives of his followers. He bears no true name, for all those who have met him have given him names of their own, nor true form, for his appearance changes to most often suit his audience. His past is shrouded in mystery, for no one knows his true origins, only that he and is brother are forever at war. When visiting his followers, whom he views somewhere in the realm of a cute pet and occasionally like a small child, he is rather personable, willingly giving out advice and taking the cats out on wild adventures. But there are other sides to him. He is vengeance, his punishments of those who wrong him are severe, even cursing them should the High Priest of the time will it. At the end of the day, however, he is neither good nor evil. His focus is on his war, and on ensuring that SunClan thrives and continues to follow him forever more.
Background: A large sun not quite over the horizon, with him standing somewhere high. (Cliff/mountain/hill, whatever, really.)
Time of Day: Dawn
Size of Image: 400x400

Cat Name: Senescence
Physical Description: A short-medium haired russet/rusty she-cat with lacy black markings across her body, a white chest, plush crimson/rust colored tail, and mismatched eyes of haint blue, and blind violet that reflect copper in the right light. Her left eye (the purple one) has a scar running down from her brow bone to her jawline, and her right cheek has three scars straight across it. She is taller than average for a tom, and muscular, with lots and lots of scars everywhere, especially her throat and shoulders. There are burn scars along her flanks as well.
Bio: Crimson tears and a shattered soul. She's loved and lost, and loved and lost it all again. And it broke her, she decided it wasn't worth it. Kindness, justice, morality, they are just the lies we tell ourselves, the selfish creeds we hold ourselves to so that we can call everyone else degenerates and beasts. To Senescence, everyone is a monster at heart, out for themselves and no one else. And she, the feline of blood laced with shadow, with a heart of stone and a mask of apathy, is the worst of them. Daughter of a former Warden, Rake, and a former Deacon, Proxy, Assassin, and now DayClan leader, Green, now called Glowstar, she bears a naturally tall frame, with claws that have seen more death than perhaps any cat in the League. Born to the League as Naveen, she disappeared early on in her youth, to where, no one knows, save for Senescence. She was forced to fight for twoleg pleasure, and resistance cost her both the eyesight in her left eye, and her naive, innocent spirit. It fragmented her, and just when she started putting herself back together, found love and hope at last, she was made to kill yet again, this time her lover, and the father of the kit she carried. Her child taken from her the moment she was weaned, it was this final act that caused the cracks to widen, her soul to fragment into so many pieces it could never be put back together again. She stood atop the ranks of her wretched home, and from there she hatched a plan. Poison, murder, and bloodthirsty dogs released from their cages, killing all the captured creatures within. And then, the building, in the middle of nowhere, went up with flames, no survivors left within to tell the tale, except for one. A creature of shadow and light, blood and fire, with a void's gaze and seared flesh to remember the past. Senescence found her way back to the League in time, with a new name, new face, new attitude, and innumerable scars to hint at the life she'd lived before, though she refused to explain to anyone what had happened, her past wrapped up in an endless mystery cats only dare to guess at. In time, she grew accustomed to her birthplace, ever the uncaring and unfazed she-cat, twice a proxy, a cat who managed to outlive numerous Nemesis all the while putting herself into situations far more dangerous than most would dare to try. She is the grim reaper, a cat who's skills lie in all forms of death and destruction, a being without empathy, kindness, or loyalty to any cause. Senescence would kill a leaguemate as she would a kittypet, kit, or member of her own family. Wild and uncontrollable, and easily picked out of a crowd, if not for the scars, for the mismatched haint blue and blind violet eyes, and for the rusted necklace with it's bloodstained, slate gray stone that rests lightly against her white chest. But a beast chained to one's side is still preferable to one allowed to roam free, and the she-cat is chained by her own apathy. For she cares not what others say, and follows her own whims, though most often does as she is told, simply out of a lack of care to try and challenge the status quo. Yet, a chained beast can still break free and attack it's masters, and it's but a matter of time before Senescence tears her chains to shreds, and becomes a beast who follows no one. The question is, on whom will she turn her claws?
Background: A severe thunderstorm. (Have Sen lying in an open window of her den? I can send you a description of her den if you'd like.)
Time of Day: Doesn't matter too much, tbh. cx
Size of Image: 400x400

If you need any extra info, let me know! All your avatars have looked amazing so far, I'm so excited c: