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Fur color Due to experiencing both hot summers and cold winters, most FallClan cats have medium length fur though long fur is common followed closely by short fur. Hairless cat are uncommon but not unheard of among the clan, it is rare to fine one in Fallclan due to the nature of the environment. FallClan cats tend to have darker fur that blends in with the shadows of the forest. The most common fur colors in FallClan are brown/silver tabby and calico/tortoiseshell, along with an abundance of different shaded oranges, grays, and blacks. Cats of pure white are the most rare in fur color, most cats baring white are often marked with patches though white fur has been known to appear from time to time.
Eye color The most common eye color in FallClan is green. Ranging from deep forest emerald to the palest mint and every shade in-between. Other common eye colors are gold/yellow, blue, hazel and copper. There are know to be cats with less common eye colors but they are minimal and appear few and far between.
Open positions All ranks aside from Leader/Deputy/MC/MCA/Arulent are open to join
Positions needed Senior warriors Elders warriors(Hunter/Fighter/Defender) Queens Nursery aids Kits
Joining Formats
Elders, Senior warriors, Warriors, Apprentices Defender/Hunter/Fighter | CATNAME suffix roleplayed by username Biography (please include a short description of your characters appearance) Rank Mentor:(If joining as an apprentice one will be assigned to you)
Kit Format Undecided | CATNAME suffix roleplayed by username Biography(please include a short description of your characters appearance)
Queen, Nursery aid, Nursery aid apprentice format Queen/Nursery aid | CATNAME suffix roleplayed by username Biography(please include a short description of your characters appearance) Kitten: (for queens or nursery aids who may be fostering) Mate: (if any)
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Undecided | CLERICKIT chime roleplayed by lavellan There is a dark side to every story, a shadow hidden in the light. On the surface, herbs may seem like a thing to save lives, but underneath is the knowledge of how to use the same herb as a poison. The light chime of a bell and a smile meant to fool may work its magic to get your guard down, to wiggle her way into your heart without you even realizing until it’s too late, but don’t let it work. Clericchime may seem like a happy-go-lucky cat, with her soft cream colored fur and gentle green eyes, but if there’s one thing she knows, it’s subterfuge. Getting in and out without leaving a trace, silently nabbing that delicious food before you could wipe away your drool. Somehow she has mastered the art of stealth, found a way to walk without the bell around her neck even chiming once. She is an enigma, as no one even knows where her and her four siblings, Paladinbeacon, Rogueshadow, Rangerstrike and Bardrequiem, came from. Her mouth is sealed on the matter, either replying with things like “oh, over that way” or “probably my mom”. It’s never a straight answer with this she-cat, but it would just be dull if it were.
Hunter | LITTLELAMB roleplayed by lavellan The one that was supposed to die. The runt of the litter, the final kit that sentenced his mother to death. Tiny and nearly completely hairless, his sin was merely being born. Hence, his father had named him Dreadedkit, for if it weren’t for him, his family would have been happy and full. From a young age, tragedy followed him, claiming the lives of many more around him. Slowly, his siblings all died one by one, until he was the only kit left. The runt that had survived. His father, of course, despised this, and, when the kit became an apprentice, had begun planning ‘accidents’ to take back the life that shouldn’t have existed. Miraculously, he had managed to avoid them all, but it was one of these accidents that had mistakenly killed his father instead of him. Alone and afraid. Upon becoming a warrior, Dreadedpaw was gifted the name Littlelamb, and a new life along with it. No longer would he be hated for just being alive; he would make his new name something to be proud of. Perhaps, instead of being a cursed child, he was the only lucky one out of his family. Perhaps there was still hope in his blue eyes. Still, he was the one that wasn’t supposed to live. Warrior
Post by xx.sapphire on Sept 7, 2019 11:38:51 GMT -5
Undecided | ROGUEKIT shadow roleplayed by xx.sapphire
Waves of curly silver fur shaded by dark grey shadows form the laperm pelt that encases her body, resting upon ensembles of compact muscle, all of which is supported by a seemingly delicate skeletal structure. Long limbs protrude from her elite frame, enabling enhanced hunt and canter, ending in soft ivory paws concealing sharp weapons of combat. A sharply angled head constructs an exotic shape, a black nose creating stark contrast with her lightly shaded fur. Glacial optics stare into the soul, unnerving and imperious, but upon melting, her water-tinted eyes can become the kindest and most refreshing of gazes. If any cat has ever been aptly named for their personality, it would be Rogueshadow. Her intimidating appearance and sometimes acidic words are enough to make her stand out, but her inherently impulsive and rebellious nature are what truly make her live up to her name. From a psychological standpoint, one could conclude that her stubborn temperament is the result of overcompensation for her heritage. The circumstances surrounding her birth is information she would never reveal; whether that be out of shame, or fear, or both -- her clanmates may never know. What they do know, however, is that she is part of a set: she and her four siblings, Clericchime, Paladinbeacon, Rangerstrike, and Bardrequiem are all descended from a web of lies, and shrouded in a fog of mystery. To some degree, Rogueshadow prefers it that way; she wears the secret like a protective cloak, but some days, it feels a little too tight around her throat. To distract from that, Rogueshadow works hard to prove that she is just as competent as any wild-born feline, although she tends to go about it in the wrong way. The words daredevil or even lunatic are not uncommonly associated with the silver-furred hurricane, but she prefers the term thrill-seeker. Rogueshadow never passes up the opportunity for adventure and would never back down from a dare, but this often conflicts with her protective nature. When you enter this world with four other beings, you develop a certain sense of responsibility to look out for them, and such an instinctively sheltering character was not lost upon Rogueshadow. She is fiercely defensive of the ones she cares for, a quality that makes her such an exceptional warrior and clanmate -- Rogueshadow is a cat that you want on your side. Unfortunately, such compassion and attentiveness is often lost upon herself; this feline would sooner starve than see anyone she loved go to bed hungry, and it's sometimes taken to the extreme. All around, Rogueshadow has much to learn -- almost as much as everyone else has to learn about her.
Undecided | BARDKIT requiem roleplayed by cleaver Astute, vigilant, charming —— many cats seem surprised how perceptive and gentle he can be; something about his long whiskers imprints a menacing image he doesn't fit. Bardkit works well in group settings and is often the focus of attention —— he's generous with his hearty booming laughter, intelligent informed quips and warm support, and his jokes rarely come at another's expense. His soft too-blue eyes are inclusive and adoring, and he gives everyone the proper attention if he can. With his ease around other cats it's easy to forget that he never shares anything about himself, and he's just as mysterious as his siblings. Few cats know intimate details of Bardrequiem's life beyond events in the public eye. They know he came with his siblings Clericchime, Paladinbeacon, Rogueshadow, and Rangerstrike to FallClan from somewher far away, but not how or why they came there: the siblings are mute on the subject and never share their story, though in truth, Bardrequiem has forgotten it. He has a poor memory especially for tales he doesn't care for and prefers to focus on the present moment. He arrived with a lyre string draped over his shoulders and wrapped around one paw, intentionally or perhaps hopelessly tangled, and it hasn't been seen since —— perhaps he let it go, or hide it away, he refuses to answer that question. Most questions about himself are deflected or answered in vaguely, uncertain terms, and pushing too hard yields no ground. He's in tune with other cat's emotions and respond to them gently, but pry into him too restlessly and he hardens: he's stern and careful and he can dig his claws into a vulnerable spot just as easily as he'll soothe it. Bardrequiem likes his privacy and he demands other cats respect his wish. His siblings know this keen, crueler side of him, but he rarely explores it, because he doesn't have to; he's always watching and taking in the information he needs, just in case, but he doesn't act on it unless necessary. His family are his to protect, just as they protect him, and he won't be caught off guard when they need him. A lanky offwhite laperm with ashen points and curly soft fur, his sprawling expanse is more often seen lazing around the camp than anywhere else —— he isn't prone to overworking and while he will hunt and look after his clan, he enjoys having a moment of solitude just to himself to relax and enjoy the day. Most of the clan seems far too focused on the details and he likes looking at the grander scheme and remembering he will not always have such a warm and beautiful day to sit around and do nothing. Kitten Parents: Unknown Siblings: Clerickit, Paladinkit, Roguekit, & Rangerkit
Forgive me for this bio but it's an old one I wrote and never used so hopefully she can find a home here.
Hunter | ICYTIMBRE roleplayed by cyanide. There’s always that one cat that is a little bit different from the others. They are the outlying cat of the clan that not very many pay attention to. Icytimbre happens to be one of those cats. Maybe her past is what scares everyone off. It’s well known throughout the clan because of the scene she caused upon her arrival. Even so she really finds it hard to care about her difference within the clan. She has really been an outcast for most of her life. Where she was born a huge mass of cats lived. She now knew that the place that she inhabited for most of her whole kithood was called a twoleg place. Usually only one or two cats lived in one twoleg place but there were tons more cats at this house, far more than the warriors numbered in her clan now. It wouldn’t have been such a problem if all the cats were in hood health, food was easy to come by, and they could roam outside anytime. Problem was, none of those things were true. Many of the cats in the twoleg place were sick and the disease just kept spreading throughout the cats, often killing them. Food would be provided by the twoleg but it was ever enough to fill every cats bellies. The worst thing though was that there was no escape from these horrid conditions. Icytimbre was born into these conditions, her name being Timbre back then, named by her moth who told her it was the name of her mother. Shortly after she was able go leave the nest of garments her mother had birthed her and her siblings in she was marked as one of these cats. Around her neck, the two leg strung a piece of jewelry that Timbre was only able to describe at beautiful. It was really a bracelet, one that was really heavy to the small kit. It consisted of turquoise beads and silver accents whose color was very close to the color of her eyes. All the cats in the two leg house had a similar piece of adornment her brothers and sisters were the same aside from color. Garnet, onyx, and opal were the colors of her sibling’s collars and her mother’s was a bright sapphire. As Timbre grew up, she became quite restless. There was one window that the cats of the place were able to see out of and that’s where Timbre spent most of her time, gazing longingly out of the dirty pane and into the forest beyond. Finally, a turning point. A sickness swept through the cats of the place, killing more than half of them including all but one of her siblings. Jazz was her only remaining family at this point. With this she became determined to escape the place and be free in the forest she had so longingly stared at for the entirety of her life. She made many escape attempts, waiting by the door, hiding in a bag, and even trying to get taken out with the trash. But nothing worked, she was discovered long before she was able to make her bid for freedom. Of course she included her brother in all of these plans but nothing ever came of them. Finally one day something changed, more twolegs arrived outside of the house, visible from the window. Her twoleg went running outside, screaming and making tons of racket. Finally, it looked like she was captured and put into the back of a flashing black and white monster. Timbre grabbed Jazz and waited by the door, she felt something was coming and she was right. The door was flung open and she bolted, Jazz on her hills out of the house, across the yard, and finally into the forest. She and her brother were half starved. Her pelt, now a bright white was almost yellow from the filth that she had been living in all her life, seemed to hang from her slight frame. After a while, the duo were forced to stop. At this time it was beginning to dawn on the cats that they might have made a mistake. They had no idea how to hunt, other than the bugs they had eaten to just stay alive between the meager feedings. It was by pure luck they stumbled upon a patrol of cats. To her the cats smelled wild. A mixture of damp leaves, dry moss, and lightly of food. Still, Timbre is not trusting by nature and she was dragged back to the camp hissing and spitting, Jazz putting up the same fight the entire way. Needless to say they were all bark and no bite on the state they were, what she came to know were warriors were able to carry her back by the scruff. From there, she was dumped in a river, force fed plants, and then throw into a den with a bunch of other cats to sleep. That is the entrance to her life on the clan and what happened those many moons ago. Now she lives with the clans, her pelt is now a bright white, only marred by the brown staining her paws. Her icy glare that she directs at many cats indeed has given her the right to her clan name, Icytimbre. The only thing that remains of her former abuse is the turquoise collar. She won’t give it up, and she never plans on doing so. She keeps it there to remind her of the fact that no matter how hard things get, there could always be worse. Warrior
Post by aberrantfox on Sept 10, 2019 19:57:46 GMT -5
Fighter | BLUEPYER roleplayed by aberrantfox If you were looking for a prince charming you need to move along. No tom worth his space will waste too much time chasing dreams that shatter on the first date. Nevertheless Bluepyre is a romantic. Sweet, slow to anger, and a hero in unsuspecting ways. Blue is a large white tom with light gray tabby markings and seemingly unnaturally dark piercing blue eyes that stand out like gems against his white pelt. He has a deep voice and slow way of speaking. If you find yourself in a conversation with Blue you may get irritated at how he thinks about his answer before he replies. Especially if his cool dose of reality is about to seep out. Blue is a fighter. Always has been. The type of cat who finds the adrenaline rush like a drug. He becomes a new personality all together when he engages an enemy. His natural protective instinct however can distract him in battle when those he cares about are fighting near by. He has to push the urge to save them to the back of his mind and focus on the task at hand. Blue is born leader with a heart running lukewarm. He has potential to love, to care, and to devote himself to a purpose greater than himself.
Defender | SEABLOSSOM roleplayed by pao The sea gives life and meaning to all. It is the beginning and the end, life and death, the start and the stop, where all returns and all starts. It holds the knowledge of the world in its depth. All the history, the stories, the myths float within its current. Storms spring to life, carrying the sea’s waters to the ponds and lakes, to the rivers and the creatures, spreading the tales of old across the land and collecting those of new back to the sea. It is a process of knowledge, a key element to life. And yet, many underestimate the effect it has in our lives. Seablossom understands. Her mother had been named Sealife and had given her life for her kits to be born, starting the cycle once again and giving rise to the next generation. It was a blessing and a curse to bear such knowledge at such a young age. Almondhope, Applecrisp, and Seablososm would never know their mother apart from the stories they were told. The knowledge of her life would be held dear to their hearts as they surfed the waves of their own lives. Where one life ended, three more began, each taking their own path through the waters of life back to the sea. Seablossom was the one that looked the most like their late mother. Where Sealife had seaform coloring, Seablossom has fur of frozen water. An icy white paired with her petal green eyes, she is a storm come to life upon the earth. Her life has been one whirlwind after the other. Pushing and pulling her in all directions, teaching her how to ride through the storms of life, how to handle despair, grief, happiness, longing, and love. She found self-sacrificing tendencies, loyalty to those around her, respect and honor to those before her, and wisdom to lead. She found answers and questions, concerns and worry, and much responsibility she was not sure she could handle. And yet, all treasures brought to her by the sea and its never-ending cycle of knowledge and life. Seablossom would take on the task of raising her younger siblings in her father’s place. He was not sound of mind, he was lost within the sea’s grasp and would not find land again. She bore the burden of motherhood at a young age, put off her own life to help begin and shape theirs. The loss of the tom who’d raised her, threw her into a tornado of despair and grief, of self-blame and depression, of questioning and longing for land. It was one she took far to long to crawl out of, and never full emerged from. Seablossom would from then on be clouded by depression and grief, never to escape its storm. Her worries would expand to her uncle and sister, causing her anxiety and a desire to remain firmly seated on land beside them. Seablossom could not bare to lose either of them, to lose anymore to the sea. But alas, the sea cares not for one’s desires and merely carries on how it pleases, pushing and pulling where it sees fit. Storms come and go and just like them, Walnutchime would too leave and Ivorycrown would push her away for many years before coming around again. Whirlwinds, storms, tornados, hurricanes, they come and go, brushing through her life, leaving it in despair and destruction until next time. Often, she wonders how long her life will remain in this constant push and pull? If she’ll ever escape its clutches? Would the sea ever see a time in which it could, would allow her to touch land once again, if only for a brief moment? One day the sea would pull her down into its deepest clutches and not release her. The depression would consume her, the anxiety ripple through her. And all Seablossom can do is ride the waves put before her and hope to hold on a moment longer, to see another storm. For all the knowledge in the world can not protect one from the unknown and its unpredictable tides.
Hunter | AMBERBIRD roleplayed by pao Birds are free to explore the sky, to make their way through life as they please, and to shine as bright as any color of the rainbow. Amberbird is the exact opposite. He is sheltered, protected, and restricted. Part of it is his fault, the other his eldest sister’s. Amberbird was always shy and quiet as a kit, the smallest of his litter, and the last to do anything. He’d always preferred to sit back and allow everyone else to do things first. Landbound and unwilling to leave the nest to try to fly on his own. The first to cry, to hide, and to run to Seablossom for help. He always hated bothering his sister; she was stressed enough with being the newly appointed deputy, eldest sister and surrogate mother to two litters, and grieving for their father. She handled it poorly, but as well as anyone could expect of her. Amberbird’s litter was given to her only a few short weeks after their father’s death, a cat they would only know by name and through stories. He felt like a burden on his sister. Even at such a young age, he understood the stress he was giving her just for existing and tried to stay out of the way as much as possible or apologize when he was around even if he hadn’t done anything. Somedays, it seems like “sorry” is all he knows how to say, was probably his first word too. Sorry for being born, sorry for being a bother, sorry for breaking this or that, sorry. Amberbird can’t help apologizing or his stutter or his clumsy nature. It’s just who he is. A bird with broken wings, confined to the ground by his own choice. He fears the sky, the possibilities before him, and far too sensitive to even think of trying to leave the nest. Even as an adult, he goes running to Seablososm any time something goes wrong with tears in his sharp, amber gold eyes and a cry on his lips. Amberbird is passive and won’t fight if he can help it; not even among his siblings or verbally against anyone. It led to Ivorypaw—his sister who is now known as Ivorycrown—pushing him around a lot when they were younger. She’d hated his litter, hated Seablossom at the time too. He didn’t understand why. Amberbird was always too scared to ask, still is but things changed when he was an apprentice. Ivorycrown had protected him from another cat bullying him, then turned around and informed him that only she was allowed to pick on him. But she’d been nicer from then out, not as rude and hateful. Amberbird was her brother, shy nervous, stuttering mess but hers and she wasn’t sharing! He didn’t feel so hated anymore and could find himself running to her just as often as he did Seablossom in times of trouble, though Ivorycrown wouldn’t always comfort him if he was crying. His own litter struggles to handle the fragile bird. Some of them get aggravated with his submissive nature, but he can’t help it and always ends up apologizing when it happens much to their frustration. Most birds take to the sky first chance they get, yet here he stays bound to the ground and unwilling to leave. The dark, storm grey tom is close with his siblings; always stuck to one of their sides since they were kits, whether they want him to be or not least they have to listen to him apologize or cry. Amberbird especially holds onto Seablossom like a mother figure, stuck to her side and unwilling to leave. It frustrates everyone, but the she-cat has never had the heart to tell the little bird to fly off. Freedom is not something he seeks, no Amberbird is perfectly fine with being landbound and never exploring beyond his home.
Hunter | Toadstream roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 Draped with a shadowed ebony cloak and blended with delicate whisps of honey, spawn a coat of diverse colors and exceptional gloss - beginning at the tip of his black heart shaped nose, passed his enthralling green eyes and ending at the tip of his winding tail. Lengthy limbs enhance great speeds and agile movements enabling absolute hunting. Though his stunning features may leave a she-cat staring in awe, what makes this tom so unique is his magnetic personality with an amiable disposition. Generous, thoughtful, gentle, and selfless are all words used to describe him. Being a former Earthclan warrior, Toadstream was found wandering Fallclan territory, lost and confused, after a devastating storm tore through his home and destroyed what was left of Earthclan. After taking refuge with Fallclan, he repayed their generosity by becoming a full warrior of the clan. His mother was Berryfrost, whom lost her life saving her son from the soul-snatching floods and his father being Stonefang. His sisters are Deerflower, whom found refuge in Dayclan and Quailchaser whom also lost her life in the floods. Warrior
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Sept 28, 2019 10:51:47 GMT -5
Hunter | FOXBRIAR suffix roleplayed by rikatu Foxbriar is a nimble she-cat, her paws deft and quick. Name after her pale, brown pallet and quick wit, its not hard to figure her personality out. She has a mind of her own, and though she doesn't voice her opinions too often, she isn't afraid to speak up about it and let those around her know where she stands. Despite her more serious qualities, she tends to be rather impish and enjoys having a good laugh. Much more fast than she is strong, Foxbriar's specialty is hunting. Being a Tonkinese cat, her pelt is on the more natural side; colored in dirt browns. Her eyes are bright blue though, liquid and as bright as her spirit. She isn't too fast to warm up to others, but once she does her charming personality leaves no room for hostility. Warrior
Fighter | Ravenclaw roleplayed by Warrior Cats Ravenclaw is a timid; smart, aggressive tom who is a good fighter. This tom-cat is pure black, like the night, with eyes that are green like newly greened leaves. Ravenclaw will always obey the Warrior Code and follow StarClan in everything. Other's may think he is to upright, but he doesn't give a care. He will only show force if talking doesn't work. He will always fight for what is right, even if other's disagree. His parents fought for the Clan and died for what they thought was right, and he wants to follow in their paw-steps. Warrior
༼ಢ_ಢ༽ rest in peace reprise's tail ᕙ(░ಥ╭͜ʖ╮ಥ░)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ
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Post by paige.rylee on Oct 14, 2019 5:10:04 GMT -5
Undecided | AUTUMNKIT rain roleplayed by paige.dorothy Autumnrain is a small, angelic tom with short ginger and white fur. He has piercing amber eyes which always seem to shine with a glint. Autumnrain isn't your typical kind of fellow. He has a strange obsession with flowers and leaves. He has a special spot in FallClan territory where he collects all kinds of flowers leaves and hangs them up to dry. He stores them in a old cave, if you stumble across it, you will be quite shocked at the size. The cave is completely covered in leaves and flowers hanging from every wall. Autumnrain doesn't typically tell other cats about the cave or why he does it. In fact, it's kind of a secret, even most of his siblings do not know about it. Autumnrain can also be quite immature and... a little all over the place. His attention is very quickly changing which means his not great at listening to other cats. He is the oldest of three other siblings named Harvestchill, Pumpkinspice and Chaicrisp. The kitten group were found near FallClan's border by Hystericplague but because the guy didn't really appreciate kits he gave them to Loststar and Calamityshrine. Their biological parents are Harvest and Smallfeather. The dad left before Smallfeather gave birth, she wasn't too happy about that, so named the kits and then took off. Kit Parents: Loststar and Calamityshrine - bio parents Harvest and Smallfeather Siblings: Harvestchill, Pumpkinspice and Chaicrisp.
Undecided | PUMPKINKIT spice roleplayed by lavellan Orange and white tabby she-cat. Enjoys eating spicy things and will try to eat anything. kit Parents: Loststar and Calamityshrine - bio parents Harvest and Smallfeather Siblings: Autumnrain, Harvestchill, Chaicrisp
Hunter | WYVERNDELIRIUM roleplayed by cleaver The restless inventor, he dares to create his dreams. Most cats appreciate their childhood ambitions from a distance, and let them slide into the past; a select few will chose to actively pursue them, but they cling stubbornly to their dream and refuse to let it change. Wyverndelirium keeps his eyes on the prize and his mind set on his dreams, but the image itself is constantly changing and recreating itself. Defeat doesn't knock him down, it teaches him how to get back up stronger, and he crafts his plans based on what each failure tells him. It's very rare that one of his creations succeeds, but he learns more from the difficulties than he does the victories, and every improvement refines his confidence. His right eye has a sort of haze over it, a distant look; it doesn't impair his vision, but every cat has seen that familiar look in his green gaze. Wyverndelirium tends to space out and lose focus on the present, instead constantly mulling over his next creation. When the moment calls for it, he could always bring himself back to reality, and his brilliant mind often led to some creative and complex methods of hunting and fighting. It doesn’t matter if he ends up hurt, he will do whatever it takes to help his clan, and he is always striving to improve their daily lives. His family was a prominent one within his old clan, but he suspects they can all agree his litter was the strangest. Even so, it's their oddity that makes them such valuable and integral members of their clan. When the Ripple Cough struck the clan, he fled along with his family, and saw some of them perish - but what was he could do? He grew even closer with his sister Tinybreath as he saw his worst fears come true: his clan died, and he didn't know many of them intimately enough to grieve. He has to keep moving forward and fix his mistakes in the future, but it haunts him to know how fragile it all truly is. He protested against his brother's appointment as deputy and eventually took his place when their leader was overthrown, and worked his hardest to make his clan happy. He was by all marks a better deputy: he was careful with sending out patrols at the right time, paid attention to who got along and who needed a break, and spoke freely with his cats. Yet they were unhappy, and he could only be blind to his leader's faults for so long. When Riverstar was overthrown he was placed into a state of uncertainty, his relationship with his family destroyed, on the rocks with his romantic interest as well. When WaterClan was destroyed he fled to start a new life without the rest of his family. He didn't expect that it was in SummerClan he would first find comfort, but it was too late, and he'd chosen his clan. Instead, he watches across the border as his love moves on and finds someone else to love. He wants to be a good warrior, but with so much guilt on his shoulders, he simply isn't sure how. Wyverndelirium is a dusty orange tom with a white forepaw and underbelly.
Hunter | CROWNGLASS roleplayed by cleaver His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. He found a new mate in his new home, and when their clan was destroyed, he found her again so they could finish their lives together. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes.
