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Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
838 posts
Post by Spiderheart on Sept 9, 2019 1:25:29 GMT -5
Fallclan
Leader
Female
Straight
No mate
Loststar Lostsong seems to be the very center of calm. This can often times come off as cold to strangers but those who know her would tell you otherwise, she is kind though she is also stern. Lostsong has a thoughtful air about her and can be seen deep in thought as if the world around her has vanished from her sight, in her opinion the mind is just as powerful a weapon as claws or teeth and when used together any act can become a dangerous opponent. She does not wish to see her clan in battle but will fight bravely alongside them if it were ever to come to it, Lostsong is a loyal protector and would lay down her life for her home and the cats in it. She cares deeply for the lives of those in her clan and has made it known that if ever you needed a cat to talk to, perhaps advice of just ears to listen Lostsong is one you can go to. She feels that even the smallest of issues can cause of rift and if she can help prevent such things she will. One thing Lostsong is not fond of is disloyalty or cats who do not understand respect is given to those who deserve it, being born a rogue she had to fight for her place and prove to the others that she would be an asset to her clan. Lostsong is confident in her abilities, and dedicated to do her best though she knows every cat has rough days and she is no exception to this. It takes quite a bit to anger this she-cat and if you succeed you will see it in her eyes, she may be a friendly cat but she is not untouched by feelings of anger though very few have witnessed her truly upset. As many can see Lostsong does not have kits of her own, though that does not mean she doesn't want them. While still living as a rogue the ginger and white she-cat did in fact find out she was expecting a litter but unfortunately half way through the pregnancy something went wrong causing her to lose her family before it had the chance to begin, it also nearly took her own life. With the lose of her kits Lostsong was sent into a spiral of emotion, afraid that it would happen again and unable to bare it she decided not to try having kits again even though it would still be possible she knows that it could cause issues for her health. Lostsong does not have any family by blood but has adopted a son, a tom she found on FallClans border when he was just a kit, Mousestrike. The connection between the two was almost instant, and over the course of watching him grow she has found herself very protective of him. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| None Kits|| Mousekit[adopted] Apprentice|| Fjordpaw
Senior Warrior
Male
Straight
No Mate
Mountainspirit Mountainspirit is a thick furred tom his pelt a mixture of multiple pastel colors, the majority of his body is covered in white with a mixture of pale grey and ginger on his head, face and chest, his eyes a vibrant icy blue. Mountainspirit is known well for his loyalty to his clan and his devotion to protect it and every living soul who resides in it. He is well trusted by many and has proven himself many times over, confident in his abilities not only to hunt and feed his clanmates but to fight as well. Mountainspirit would not hesitate to lay down his life for the sake of his home, to know that they continue living even after he is gone. Mountainspirit is kind and friendly, he greets those around him with a smile and is quite easy to converse with once you are able to look past his stern features. One sure fire way to become an enemy of his is by threatening FallClan or any of the cats whom live within it, he will show no mercy to any creature who disturbs their peace. Mountainspirits dedication never falters, his life was put on this path and he intends to follow it until the very end. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| None Kits|| None Apprentice|| None
Apprentice/Queen
Female
Straight
No Mate
Splashpaw//cloud A small frame of snowy white dappled with patches and small flecks of black along the length of her body. Open to the world, thoughts and feelings never hidden and a heart easily broken; that is Splashcloud. Her eyes have always betrayed her, the one place that always holds the truth in their icy blue depths you will see her swirling emotions. The she-cat knows she is small for her age, even when she was born she was so small most cats didn't think she would survive more than a day or two. Splashcloud is outgoing and talkative, walking up to even the most unfriendly of cats and attempting to start a friendship. She believe every cat deserves happiness and if she can brighten even one day in some cats life or cause a smile to appear in place of a frown she can live her life in peace, Splashcloud cannot stand to see a cat upset and will do anything in her power to help if only she put the same effort into herself. The small she-cat is so openhearted towards others that she pushes her own wants and needs away without completely realizing she is doing it, she fails to see when other cats are taking advantage of her or leading her on she chooses to believe every cat has some good in them, that deep down they are kind and just need some cat to help them to bring it to the surface. Splashcloud knows her brother Shallowleap could be a wonderful cat to be around if only she could make him understand, but thus far she is the only cat he speaks openly too and the only cat he is friendly with. Shallowleap towers over the she-cat, her small size making it almost unbelievable that the two are related with only their pelts giving them a similar look. Splashcloud and Shallowleap were both born to the same parents just from different litters, Shallowleap is older than she is, born to their parents first litter while she was their last. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| Shallowleap[brother/Summerclan] Kits|| Expecting Mentor|| To be decided
Apprentice/Hunter
Male
Sexuality
No Mate
Omenpaw//riddle Omenriddle is a pale calico tom with a soft thick pelt, there are patches of gray, pale orange and white scattered and mixing together along the whole of his body; because of his calico fur Omenriddle will never be able to have kits of his own. He has fresh grass green eyes that look much brighter against the soft shades of his pelt. Omenriddle considers himself to be more of a thinker than a fighter, he would prefer to find a solution to his problems using his mind rather than relying on his claws and teeth. The tome knows not all cats see the world as he does and that most will jump into battle over any little thing without first considering another alternative simply because that is what they are taught, you protect your clanmates no matter what even if it means risking your own life, he knows that and he would do anything to keep his family and friends out of harms way but why must every cat resort to fighting as their first and only answer. Omenriddle can and will fight, but not until he has tried to fix it in a more peaceful manner, the tom is and always has been good with words; making a cat think twice about what they are doing and why. If only he could get others to understand that fighting and hostility isn't the only way to handle things, if he could do that he knows that life would be much easier and the lives around him would continue for moons longer. Omenriddle is quite the curious tom, he is always trying to learn how everything works and to some his curiosity is nothing more than a nuisance, his multiple questions and never ending what ifs constantly getting under some cats pelt until they snap. He cannot help it though, his eagerness to gain knowledge of any kind is too strong for him to keep pushed down and buried. Omenriddle has three other littermates, Ritualdance, Darkpotion, and Celstialspell, him and his kin often go on outings together with their mother Tricksterbliss; Omenriddle loves his kin and honestly couldn't imagine what he would do if anything happened to one of them. Parents|| Tricksterbliss[mother] Siblings|| Ritualdance, Darkpotion, Celestialspell Kits|| None Mentor|| To be decided
Kit/Nursery Aid
Male
Sexuality
No Mate
Mousekit//strike Mousestrike is a small brown and sand colored tom with black tabby markings running along the length of his short pelt, his eyes are a dull blue that in certain light look almost gray. This young tom is what some would believe to be unfit as a warrior, from the moment he entered FallClan it was obvious that he would have issues fitting in due to his cowardly demeanor. Mousestrike has learned to put on a brave face though at heart he remains a coward, his eyes never lie and within their depths his true emotions will always be visible for the world to see. The tabby was found by FallClans deputy Lostsong on the border, she brought him back so he would have at least a fighting chance at life, if she hadn't he may not have survived. Mousestrike looks up to the she-cat and views her as his adoptive mother, growing up he clung himself to her always running to her when he was scared or felt unsafe and even as a warrior he finds himself looking to her for comfort and guidance. He is an emotion wreck, who does not know how to deal with his own feelings let alone the feelings of others. It is quite easy to frighten him and because of that it is as if he is always on the look out, waiting for something to jump out, he may be this way because of how his life started though he remembers very little of his time before FallClan only how he was brought there. It is often hard to understand Mousestrike when he speaks because he stutters, he has no control over it and has done it his whole life, but because of this he speaks as little as possible afraid that it may annoy those around him. Mousestrike has no fighting ability and his hunting is nothing to be proud of and so he chose to become a nursery aid, as it is one of the more peaceful jobs in the clan and suits him better. Parents|| Loststar[Mother/Adopted] Siblings|| None Kits|| None Mentor|| None
Kit/
Female
Sexuality
No Mate
Seakit//serpent With a pelt black as the darkest night and lush green eyes Seaserpent is not a hard cat to look at, she has no unique or outstanding features but she is quite beautiful. Her thick coat is sleek and always well groomed and her eyes shine even in the dimmest of lights. Seaserpent is an interesting soul. She appears to have the looks of a cruel being, her expression remaining calm and eerie. Although, she is quite the contrary. She is a fair feline, seeing just and inequality in every action one takes. She sees the good and bad behind one's words and sees the truth and the lies one may make. She is certainly an observant one, viewing all that some may not see. Her heart is true, not filled with deceit Seaserpent has seen many unfortunate souls experience hatred and pain. Over many moons, she has learned to let things go as dwelling on things long since passed is unhealthy. Seaserpent is very headstrong, and sometimes overlooks the consequences of her actions. This can go behind everything she was taught. She was always told that she has to think before stating and inn most situations, she does. Except, there is always that inner urge to speak her mind. To show she is not a pushover. Seaserpent doesn't quite understand it, but she has learned that it is not generally a good thing to listen to her adventurous side. She has the capability to get into more trouble than one might think, though because she does not often go through with some of the things she wants to she has managed to stay out of said trouble. Otherwise, Seaserpent is mainly cool and collected. She doesn't like to shout, or yell, or get angry at all and is not a fan of being yelled at. She would prefer to decipher her actions before acting, yet her somewhat bold demeanor can be her downfall. It is very difficult to anger Seaserpent, as she has learned to keep explosive emotions at bay over time. In physical aspect, Seaserpent is not the fastest runner around. In fact, many could use their speed to put her to shame. She is a good swimmer though, ever since kithood she had been drawn to the water. Seaserpent is not the perfect hunter, she is clumsy and careless when hunting. Her true skills lay in fighting, she is skilled in battle. Quick to dodge, leap, and attack. Her claws are also fairly sharp which certainly helps in combat. Although she is not the largest cat she is strong, and can easily overtake an opponent who is larger than her. Yet, Seaserpent is intelligent enough to know how to pick her battles, fighting is not always the right path. No matter her fighting skills though Seaserpent has known the feeling of defeat as no cat can win every battle they take part in, but she learns from her mistakes and that reason is what makes her such a great fighter. Parents|| Pygmyprawn[Mother] Wright[Father/deceased] Siblings|| Cavernkit, Treasurekit Kits|| None Mentor|| None
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
838 posts
Post by Spiderheart on Sept 14, 2019 16:09:55 GMT -5
Dayclan
Emissary
Female
Bisexual
No mate
Quietpaw//song Small and delicate inside and out, a vision of such pureness and grace wrapped softly in snow white and pale ginger fur finished off with eyes as clear and blue as the sky. That is who this feline is. Quietsong is aptly named, it is in a way a definition of the she-cat, her personality and manner matching it greatly. Soft spoken, her voice never louder than an audible whisper and easily missed if you are not paying attention. Never has Quietsong raised her voice, whether she chooses not to or simply can't is unknown even to those closest to her. Quietsong is not a shy cat, she does not bother worrying about what others think of her. Throughout the day if you come across her you will often find that she is humming soft melodies to herself, though she is not always aware that she is doing it. Quietsong is a daydreamer if there every was one, in her free time she finds pleasure in getting lost in her thoughts and the wonders of the vast possibilities that lay in wait, things not yet discovered or futures that may come to pass. The daydreamer she may be she does not slack in her duties, she does not let her thoughts keep her distracted from reality as it swirls around her. She cherishes each day that passes knowing that every little moment is a small step in the direction of each cats destiny. It all happens for some reason or another. Quietsong is a natural hunter, her small, lithe form and light paw steps working in her favor during a hunt. Though she may not look or seem to be a cat with skills to fight, she can in fact hold her own in combat more times than not taking her opponents by surprise when they find out a she-cat such as herself holds the skills she does. Quietsong is sweet and caring and for many it is hard to dislike her, though she does not wish to be the center of attention, she is very humble and does not see herself as special or important in any way. Quietsong has a brother, Cricketchirp, her only kin left living in the clan. She is very close to her brother, their bond strong. As close as they are they do not do everything together, each having their own interests. For some it is impossible to believe that Quietsong being such a quiet and graceful she-cat could in any way be related to the loud and clumsy Cricketchirp. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| CricketchirpKits|| None Mentor|| NoneApprentice|| None
Apprentice
Male
Straight
No Mate
Cricketpaw//chirp Cricketchirp is draped in short stone grey fur with a small white spot on his chest with bright blue eyes. Cricketchirp is a lively and outgoing tom with what seems like an endless amount of energy ever flowing through his body, he is easy to speak to his positive attitude and infectious smile giving him an extremely approachable aura. Cricketchirp is utterly hopeless when his comes to his clumsiness, the tom trips over any and everything even his own paws. The grey tom is easily embarrassed when it comes to his clumsy nature, he never means to fall over himself but for some reason he can never seem to keep himself upright or properly walk and run as if his paws have a mind of their own. He knows well enough that some cats find it annoying when he is around because it never fails that he will slow them down or scare prey, he tries his best though to prove he is more than a bumbling fool. It is not hard to tell when Cricketchirp is embarrassed, all you need to do is listen to him speak, because he begins to stutter his words stumbling as his paws do. Cricketchip has determination pulsing through every muscle and hair on him, he refuses to give up even though at times things look more than impossible. When he falls he simply gets back up again, if he fails at something he will work day and night until he succeeds. Cricketchirp is brother to Quietsong, her complete opposite. It is hard to believe the two are related so closely and are so vastly different, his loud and clumsy fast paced style against her quiet and graceful steadiness. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| Quietsong Kits|| None Mentor|| Yellowmoon/GlowstarApprentice|| None
Apprentice
Male
Straight
No Mate
Rangerpaw//sight Rangersights black and white tuxedo pelt gives him a look of sophistication, his amber eyes adding an air of mystery in their swirling depths. Rangersight is not an unfriendly tom though to many he comes off that way, he picks and chooses his words delicately giving careful thought in everything he does. He does not act without reason and when he speaks it is not at random. Rangersight is keen hunter and he takes pride in his skill, his long legs and lean body working in sync with his mind giving him an outcome that is nothing less than amazing. Rangersight is a thoughtful and perceptive tom, he always looks into the deeper meaning of things to understand them, everything stretches far beyond what you think but you must be willing to see and accept it. The way Rangersight thinks and understands things is not always a blessing though, it has caused him to doubt to struggle between truth and lies. As a kit he and his littermates were taken into SunClan and persuaded by Foxstar and her clan that their parents hated them, that the bond of their shared blood was nothing more than a ruse. Rangersight had felt like be belonged while he was in SunClan and soon found himself believing that his parents did not care for him and slowly a hatred toward them began to burn within. He and his siblings were brought back to DayClan where they were told everything Foxstar had said was a lie, Rangersight was held too deeply by the words shared with him though. He fought with himself not knowing who was telling the truth anymore. His parents Rubyflame and Fang in an attempt to heal the bond between them and their children tried to spend more time with them and while some of his littermates began to fall into life in DayClan Rangersight remained on edge, not fully accepting his parents back into his life. The tom hold no grudges against the can in which he lives, they have taken good care of him since bringing him back but his relationship with his mother and father still suffers the affects of the manipulation. He still dreams of being in SunClan, unable to sever ties with memories of his time their, memories so fresh it seems they will never fade. Parents|| Rubyflame[Mother] Fang[Father] Siblings|| Knightrunner ,Lighteningmage, Shadowbard, Celestialtheif Kits|| None Mentor|| To be decided Apprentice|| None
Kit
Female
Straight
No Mate
Antkit//heart A vision of innocence painted in multiple shades of reddish/brown, black and white. Her petite body is covered mostly in a vibrant brown that has a reddish hue to it though as the fur travels to her legs it becomes darker drown. Her head and face fade from being black at the center between her nose and eyes to a darker brown that runs along the back of her neck allowing her thin white whiskers to pop again the darkness, Anthearts ears, although colored like dirt are rimmed with a thin line of black. Aside from her earthy shades the she-cat has a small white patch at the top of her chest that flows up in a thin strip covering her chin, if you follow down the length of the she-cats right hind leg you will notice her paw is covered in a delicate white breaking away sharply from the brown of her leg as if she had dipped her paw into a snowy drift. Her eyes are blue, ringed with a green outer shell. Antheart is many things and confident is not one of them, Shy and timid are her nature. Her blue-green eyes swirl with conflict, her heart telling her one thing while her mind is constantly in a state of unease making it difficult for the she-cat to make friends let alone approach and talk to any cat. She spends an abundance of her time in a dream like state, her eyes fixed on a set point and her mind wandering. Antheart is non-confrontational trying with all her might to avoid being the center of attention, she will avoid an argument however she can and is prone to apologizing for things that are not her fault. Anthearts biggest difficulty in life is constantly living in fear of her over protective and demanding brother Spiderfang, he is always one paw step in front of her. She always tells everyone that this is just Spiderfang showing his love for her, keeping her in his shadow and away from anyone else. Anthearts connection to Spiderfang is based mostly on her fear of him, but fear is a strong emotion and it keeps her tethered to the tom unable to escape. The small she-cat is about as innocent as they come and that makes it far too easy for others to take advantage of her if they wish to, it is also cause for some to take extra care of her and look out for her even when she has no knowledge of needing it. Antheart is grateful for her brother Crowtalons lifelong dedication to her, always there to comfort and look after her since they were kits; she knows she will always be able to go to him when she is in need of comfort and still finds herself talking to her brother when she is doubting herself. Her two brothers couldn't be any more different in the way they act, Crowtalon caring and sweet while Spiderfang is controlling and temperamental. Parents|| Palefrost(x) Siblings|| Spiderfang, Crowkit(x) Kits|| None Mentor||None Apprentice|| None
Kit
Male
Straight
No Mate
Mudkit//stone Mudstone like his mother is a brown tabby though his short pelt holds a darker color, his eyes a dull blue in contrast. Mudstone is a straightforward tom, he never hides his emotions and speaks his mind openly. He feels he should not have to hold himself back, finding it unhealthy to hide behind walls he is not afraid to be truthful in any situation though this often causes trouble for him as he cannot always control his emotions well. Mudstone was born to Deerflower and Morningpaw who at the time were both apprentices, that in itself caused its own issues though the tom never knew his father; he held an unrequited rage toward the tom for abandoning his family. He swore that if there came a day when he should come face to face with his so called father he would show him no mercy for the pain he put his mother through. Mudstone is very family oriented, he cares deeply for his sister and mother as well as his grandparents who always made sure they were loved and cared for. Despite the circumstances of his birth Mudstone is for the most part friendly, he trusts where it is earned and is protective of those he cares for in an almost overwhelming way. He cannot stand to see his family hurting for any reason, betraying them is the best way to lose his friendship and gain yourself an enemy. Less so but all the same he is not a fan of seeing any cat being mistreated, he often finds himself standing up for those who are unable or unwilling to defend themselves. Parents|| Deerflow[Mother] Morningpaw[Father] Siblings|| Morningkit(x) Kits|| None Mentor|| None Apprentice|| None
Edited Sept 14, 2019 16:30:54 GMT -5 By Spiderheart
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
838 posts
Post by Spiderheart on Sept 14, 2019 16:39:10 GMT -5
Nightclan
Queen
Female
Straight
No mate
Tallflower Tallflower is a short-furred white, orange and black calico tabby she-cat with round yellow eyes. Tallflower is your typical she-cat, nothing about her screams wow. She is about as average as they come. Tallflower believes family bond is everything, without those you love and care about being there to encourage and support you then what do you have, She is loyal and protective but not overbearing like some. Tallflower understands that every cat needs that sense of freedom and space to grow into their own individual ways, everyone is different and forcing your way of thinking and behaving on another rubs her the wrong way. This feline does not tolerate forced beliefs and will defend any cat who is being bullied into submission, and if you think you can push her to your ways then you are sadly mistaken. Tallflower knows who she is and what she wants out of life and she will not hesitate to let you know it, her clan and family are her world. She will fight to protect each cat from the youngest to the oldest because in her mind they would be nowhere without their elders, the wisest of them passing down their experience into the newest generation, those who will keep the memory and traditions of their ways alive for seasons to come. Tallflower does not have a mate, the tom who is father to her kits was killed when the earthquake tore through the clans territory. Her kits are Badgerstrike, Marshstomp, Cinderflame, and Wolfsong. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| NoneKits|| Wolfsong, Cinderflame, Marshstomp Apprentice|| None
Medicine cat apprentice
Female
Straight
No Mate
Littlepaw//fire Littlefire is a small framed dark ginger and white tabby she-cat. Her dark ginger fur starts on the outer perimeter of her covering her ears and the back of her head continuing to run down her neck and along the length of her entire body and tail, it is lined with even darker tabby stripes. Each of her legs holds the same ginger pattern except for her front left as it is solid white along with all four of her paws, the center of her face between her ears and over the entirety of her muzzle is also white the snowy color runs down the front of her neck and spills out onto her chest continuing over the whole of her left front leg. The only other white on the she-cat is a small stripe that lay further down in the center of her back. Her deep blue eyes are quite secretive, despite the innocent look they seem to give this feline. Her emotions are quite thoroughly hidden within these colored orbs, though she is an open, and genuine cat. Littlefire is a kind and very compassionate feline. She does not hesitate to help any cat in need, despite the cost or consequences of her actions. She simply cannot stand to let an injured or sick cat suffer if she has the power or ability to help. She has no trouble with hunting and killing prey however, like some souls who refuse to hurt any living creature. Littlefire is very honest. She finds that lies and deceit just lead to more lies and more deceit, and so she tends to avoid them altogether. She understands the necessity of white lies, but she feels the truth, though sometimes harsh, is the best thing in any situation. The she-cat is always setting goals for herself and working hard to achieve them within a certain amount of time. Littlefire enjoys learning and is always ready to ask questions about things she is unaware of or does not understand, her ears are always open and prepared to listen. Littlefire is a fair thinking cat, she considers everything thoroughly in a situation before making a call of judgment against another, taking into account all of the possibilities that there are. This feline is also very practical. She is constantly assessing her schedule throughout the day, and using the time she has as efficiently as possible. Littlefire likes everything to be neat and in order and can often be found cleaning up around the camp, it is a pet peeve of hers actually and also a habit of hers born of practicality. She finds that if things are cluttered or messy it fogs her mind, always lurking behind the senses until it is fixed, it also makes it difficult to maneuver around the camp if there is a build up of debris littering the clearing. Littlefire has always been drawn to the medicine cats den always offering to help out with sorting the herbs or fetching any that were running low, she likes the scent of herbs clinging to her pelt like a comforting cloud of healing. Littlefire is loyal through and through when it comes to her clan, they are always her top priority and she will do whatever she can to see that they remain strong and continue to grow in the future. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| None Kits|| None Mentor|| TurbulentseaApprentice|| None
Kit
Female
Gay
No Mate
Wolfkit//song Wolfsong is a thick-furred, dark tabby she-cat with scattered bits of white running through her pelt, she has large green eyes. Wolfsong has lived her life as a follower a cat at the back of every group ready and willing to obey, never speaking out against what is said or asked. Simply there. The she-cat is much to quiet and soft spoken to hold her own at the lead of any situation and has no desire to leave her sanctuary in the shadows , there she is safe and free of decisions that must be made, all she must do is follow the orders given to her. Wolfsong has a strong heart but she is gullible and naive when it comes to her feelings and the feelings of others, it doesn't take much to trick or persuade this she-cat only an empty promise or a few kind words and her trust is yours. Her easy to win trust has not left her unscathed though, she feels pain just as deeply as any cat the only difference being that she does not learn from it. She will forgive in a heartbeat no matter how strong the mental, emotion or physical damage it causes her afraid that if she were to stand up for herself that she will end up alone. Wolfsongs greatest fear is that she will end up alone, and that fear has lead her to accept the company of cats undeserving of her loyalty. She is a sweet and gentle feline, and through everything she keeps a positive attitude and outlook on life. It is rare to see Wolfsong without a smile, some believe she uses it to hide what she truly feels while others see only a happy cat blind to the things going within her life. Her mother is Tallflower, her father was killed in an earthquake and her littermates are Badgerstrike, Marshstomp, and Cinderflame. Parents|| Tallflower[Mother] Siblings|| Marshstomp, Cinderflame Kits|| None Mentor|| None Apprentice|| None
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
838 posts
Post by Spiderheart on Sept 14, 2019 16:53:09 GMT -5
Sunclan
Apprentice
Female
Straight
No mate
Dovepaw//pool Dovepool has a scruffy coat of white layered with contrasts of silver and dark gray with a few light patches of pale brown, her frozen ice blue eyes sharp and penetrating. From a young age Dovepool was not like most kits or apprentices, she did not bound around in a playful manner or get caught up in silly games and drama. The blue eyed she-cat was mature before her time, seeking knowledge and strength from any cat she could, that was her goal in life; to learn everything she did not know and then to learn of the things not known by others. Her power lay in her mind, her capacity to understand and solve even the most bizarre of issues that lay at her paws. Dovepool knows she could very well rely solely on her wits for most things, but even some problems need a forceful answer and for those she is ready with claws unsheathed and teeth barred, her fighting skills are not to be taken lightly. As a kit she would often observe the cats older than her taking in all of their movements and learning their skills, committing it all to memory until she was made an apprentice and could begin to develop her own set of skills, she put all of her focus on becoming the best she could and strive still to become even better. The white and gray she-cat does not care for small talk and may come off as cold to most, but consider yourself lucky is she gives you any sort of acknowledgment because she does not do it lightly. Dovepool is calculated and does not act without reason, she thinks carefully not willing to allow minor misshapes from ruining her work. Dovepool was born in SunClan though her father was killed before she was born and her mother died while kitting, leaving her with no kin in the clan. Parents|| Deceased Siblings|| NoneKits|| None Apprentice|| None
Kit
Female
Straight
No Mate
Renegadekit//naivety A dainty she-cat with thick back and white fur, and eyes that glow blue like the deepest parts of the ocean. Renegadenaivety was born with a short fuse, a temper always on the brink of surfacing, she is not one to waste time on trivial and pointless things that provide no reward for herself. She looks up to her mother and father though she would never allow such information to become known, instead admiring her parents in silence and noting the things they do and say so she may learn from them. Renegadenaivety has a dark personality, she is always hoping for the worst to happen to those around her, including her littermates. She wants to see others fail, to witness the emotion and turmoil, to see how much it takes to finally push them past their breaking point only to be left dangling over the edge. Parents|| Foxstar[mother] Riverwolf[father] Siblings|| Burningchicken, Castawayking, Tinymutiny, Leaguerat, Festeringfruit, Insanityqueen Kits|| None Mentor|| Nonev Apprentice|| None
Kit
Female
Straight
No Mate
Sunnykit//skies Sunnyskies is a bright orange colored she-cat with white markings and amber eyes. Sunnyskies is always looking at the bright side of every situation, where most see sadness and disaster she tries her hardest to bring forth the good and positive. She deals with stress and grief by trying to help others, to the point of pushing herself to her physical limits. She is always on the go, and it is rare to see her remain still for more than a few moments when not sleeping. Parents|| Littlebird[Mother] Skipstep[father] Siblings|| Goldengrace, Satinlights, Jetfire, Brilliantbeacon, Arcticsong, Silverfringe Kits|| None Mentor|| None Apprentice|| None
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
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Post by Spiderheart on Sept 22, 2019 15:01:21 GMT -5
Summerclan
Warrior
Male
Straight
No mate
Shallowleap The overly sized tom is covered in black and white mottled fur, with sharp yellow eyes. Shallowleap was born a large kit who with age only continued to gain size and strength, with broad shoulders and large paws he is noticeably larger than some of his clanmates. Shallowleap is a tom who is closed off to the world, the only exception to his distant behavior being his relationship with his sister Splashcloud. The black and white tom is a strong follower of the warrior code and what it means to follow it, he would fight to the death to protect his clan even if he isn't friendly towards them. Shallowleap has never had any close friends, he pushes away any cat who tries to get close to him, life is much easier without constantly having to worry about if one of your friends if going to get hurt or die and he does not want the constant distraction of love. Shallowleap has a job to do and getting close to someone will only slow him down, Splashcloud has tried many times to convince him that it wouldn't do any cat harm if he were to at least try and make friends but what does his younger sister know. Splashcloud is the only cat Shallowleap will openly talk to and be himself around, with her he is friendly and supportive and when other cats see the two together it's almost as if Shallowleap is a completely different cat. He towers over his sister, their differences in size a shock to many who come to find the two cats are related. The large tom has a short temper with an equally short amount of patience, he finds it hard to be relaxed in large groups and until he can manage to slip away will just stand there stiff legged and alert. Shallowleap and Splashcloud were both born to the same parents just from different litters, Shallowleap is older than his sister, born to their parents first litter while she was their last.
Tulipkit//dance It is said that the red tulip is a sign of true and eternal love. While the many different colors of tulips all hold their own symbolic meaning, it is easy to see that this she-cat falls in with those that are red. Tulipdance is a small tortoiseshell she-cat with light green eyes and white paws, she has a large heart wrapped in dainty frame. When she loves she does so fully and with all that she is, because of this she is susceptible to heartbreak, though it does not stop her from being who she truly is. Tulipdance has a passionate fire within that cannot be extinguished, try as one might it is seemingly impossible to break her completely.. Parents|| Doesstar, Beetuft-Deceased Siblings|| None Kits|| None Mentor|| None Apprentice|| None
Fallclan leader, nightclan MCA and a clumsy disaster xD
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Post by Spiderheart on Sept 22, 2019 15:41:50 GMT -5
Winterclan
Apprentice
Male
Straight
No mate
Snakepaw//charm Unwavering pale green eyes set against a stark white and ebony canvas, that is Snakecharm. He is of a small stature giving proof that big things can often be found in small packaging, his size no indication of the blistering emotions that pulse through him. Snakecharm is outspoken his tongue sharp, he is not a forgiving tom in any sense of the word and has the capacity to hold a grudge for the longest of times. The black and white tom has a way with words often turning things around on cats to give himself the upper paw he is rather manipulative with what he does, making others do what he wants while letting them believe it was their choice. Snakecharm does not like to share, once he has his eyes set on something or someone he will do anything to have it in his grasp and once he has it he does not let go. He will fight any cat for what he believes is rightfully his and wont stop until his opponent has surrendered in defeat, he does not take well to being stolen from. The jealousy that burns inside of him is more often than not an overwhelming presence in his mind, he does not like seeing others with more than him why should they be granted luxuries and wonderful things while he sits on the sidelines. In his world everything and everyone he chooses belongs to him, all at his mercy do with as he so pleases and once he is tired of it or had his fill he will set it aside and find a new toy to play with while keeping the other close by; he never lets go of what has become his own even if he is no longer interested because the thought of some other cat having it and enjoying it fuels a burning rage inside of him and that is something he will not tolerate. Most cats would define Snakecharm as a borderline psychopath , his outlandish behavior and tendencies hard to understand. He sees himself as normal and has labeled the others as different, though they see it the other way he has no desire to change who he is and will continue to live his life the way he wants. Snakecharm does not know who his mother is, his father is Ghoulmask and he even has a second adopted father, Specklepelt. His littermates are Lionsnarl, Dragonfable, Blacksea and Azureflame.
Wildkit//arctic Opal white and blue grey blur together to creating a mystical metallic sapphire color. Silver hues blanket over his fur like infectious frost creeping across his legs, flank, and around his eyes like a mask of ice. His eyes are a dead alice blue shade that appear emotionless. A better warrior name for him may have been Packrat considering his habit of hoarding whatever it is that’s missing from his soul. If you walk off WinterClan’s territory and into rogue land you’ll find the abandoned house where he stores his various items. Walnuts, a two-legs glow in the dark watch, a piece of prey he found pretty, but now leaves a wretched stench in the back corner. An issue sure, but not anyone’s problem or so you might think. He stores more than objects, sometimes a cat will catch his fancy, someone he feels can end this empty emotionless burden that clings to his chest. He might keep a kit in there thinking it will fill the loneliness in his heart, sometimes he’ll take a cat wanting to keep them as an eternal friend. There’s an inescapable loneliness that if he could just feel he has someone it might all go away. He was born to Mistyveil and Reigns fifth litter.
