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WELCOME TO WINTERCLAN, home to the wayward souls, a frozen sanctuary isolated from the rest of the Mountain Clans, making a home out of the northernmost dome peak. We are headstrong and sophisticated, weary of outsiders to our land, however we are felines of honor who turn no backs on the needy. Those with the drive to survive in our harsh alpine are welcome amongst our ranks- however, not without caution and trial. Though our fur is soft, do not mistake our hearts- for our judgement is just as harsh as the tundra. We believe that blood runs thicker than the frozen waters we live on, only truly relying on each other and no one else. Provoke us and you'll be engulfed in a blizzard, break our bonds and start running from an avalanche. It takes a strong will to survive though the Winter. Do you have the tenacity?
PLOT INFO
Plot 1 - Hostages Taken Apprentices from RR have shown up on WinterClan territory. They refuse to say why they're there or how they got there and have been taken as prisoners. RR wants their cats back, but we won't give them back without a fight or an understanding. We want answers and we'll have them!
Plot 2 - Winter Festival It's our winter festival celebrating our favorite season. It's full of fun and joyous moments. Come check it out.
Intruder Alert Goal: Rumor has it that there have been sitings of cats on WIC territory. Capture or scare off the intruders.
Members: Viktorygold, Seafrost, and Wintryoasis
Animal Sighting Goal: Foxes have made a home not far from camp, scare them off before they come any closer
Member: Designerdarling, Greysin, and Hel
Damage Control Goal: A nasty storm rippled through the territory in the middle of the night, see how bad the damage is and who or what you find
Members: Sweetpine, Snakecharm, and Coffeepaw
SOVEREIGN
WINTRYSTAR rped by pao
FORMER NAME : wintryoasis | LIVES : 9/9 STUDENT : name | MATE : name | KITTENS : name
A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
CROWNED
STORMYBLIZZARD rped by phantom
STUDENT : name | MATE : name | KITTENS : names |
Stormyblizzard is a vision of elegance draped in long silky white and black feathered fur with amber eyes that sit slightly angled on her semi-angular face. To be born in such a cold and unforgiving place may have you believing that icy grip will penetrate to the core of every being to be brought into such a world and while for some that may be the truth, for others it is only partially the case, Stormyblizzardis part of the latter. The she-cat was born of Winterclan blood, her ancestors have lived in the snow-filled region that is her clan for seasons upon seasons, it courses through her veins to the deepest parts of her very soul. She is not of harsh nature, though her honesty and assertiveness can often send a cold chill running down the spine of those around her, though she does not allow such things to hinder her overall temperament towards those she holds dear. Stormyblizzard is highly confident in her abilities, having trained hard as a student and still as a soldier to prove not only to herself but to her clanmates that she is not to be taken lightly just because she is not cold-hearted and shows kindness and leniency. Her confidence makes her seem fearless and for the most part it takes a great deal to shake her, she does not fear death as no cat can escape its grasp forever and threatening her family or home bring only anger to her otherwise friendly demeanor. Stormyblizzard is a highly motivational feline, building up those who doubt themselves, every cat has their purpose and special talent and she is determined to be there to help them find it or at the very least see the potential they do not. To be a great person you must first believe you are capable of being great, and she thinks everyone has that capability some merely need assistance to bring it forward. She was born to a long line of Winterclan cats but to this day aside from herself the only remaining of her bloodline is her grandfather, Coldfog.
WITCH
EARLYBLOOM rped by Neverforgotten
PUPIL : Chestnutpaw | FAMILY : names
Her name and physical appearance are both lovely, and by all accounts she is perfectly suited to be medicine cat. Earlybloom is kind and friendly and has a sharp mind for herbs and remedies, all crucial for her job. However, sometimes she says things that seem a bit too delicate, maybe a little suspicious, just not WinterClan in nature. Medicine cat, by job description, don't fit in like the other cats, and that is true for Earlybloom. She was never a fighter, Earlybloom would be the first cat to tell you that. The small gray and white she-cat was born in a warm, soft nest and was raised without ever worrying about food or shelter. She had no training and did not see the need for any until well into kithood. Where she was there was no need for fighting or hunting. That is, until she came to WinterClan. Yes, the she-cat isn't clanborn. Very few cats are aware of this and even fewer know where she comes from. How she got her position is a mystery to even her sometimes. Destiny, some cats call it. Luck more like. Earlybloom simply displayed an understanding for healing and was the most apt for the duty, there was nor will there ever be, anything special about her. All she had is her title, her knowledge, and the secret of her origins. And she does live in a constant state of fear. Fear of some cat realizing that she isn't clanborn, because one day the small cat had simply appeared in the nursery, and figuring out where it is she does come from. That would mean the end of her job, her home, and her life. WinterClan is a strong, noble clan but they value their blood and if they found out their medicine cat shares not a drop of it, will they still trust her?
PUPIL
CHESTNUTPAW speak rped by Consuela
WITCH : Earlybloom | FAMILY : name
A brown long-haired she-cat with black specks of fur and vibrant pale green eyes. The she-cat has a long, slender body hidden under the ruffles of long, soft speckled fur. As a kit, Chesnutspeck stuck out like a sore thumb. She had the sweetest of tempers, remaining on the safety of the sidelines while the others kits took turns playing fighting. Unlike her fellow den and littermates, she did not desire a life of fighting and hunting. The young she-cat was much more amused and curious at medicine cat dealings than delivering blows in battles. She often dreamed of creating the sweet poultices that she often smelled from the medicine cat den. While her den mates ran in search of seeking each other around the camp, Chesnutkit would scavenge the little plant life around their camp, curious as to their medical uses (if they did have any that is). Chestnutspeck is an avid and quick learner thanks to her ability to focus. Determined as she is gentle, no task will go undone, even if it mean't more time, skipping meals or even some time to sleep. Her ambition to become a skilled medicine cat burn as brightly as her pale green eyes when tending to her patients. Another commendable ability and skill of this she-cat is her self-less nature. Chestnutspeck will not hesitate to take the time and energy to help not only her clanmates, but any cat in need. This trait is a valuable one, but also a curse as the she-cat often put most if not all of herself into helping those around her and could result in her lacking her own health and regeneration. Being the slender cat she is with little to no advance training in fighting and hunting, the she-cat is slightly weaker than most of her counterparts, but what she lacks in strength, she makes up in speed.
Marquess are cats who have proven unmatched dedication to the Sovereign and Crowned. Marquess are chosen from soldiers to become the personal assistants to the Reigned. There are only ever six Marquess, three for the Sovereign and three for the Crowned, trained carefully in political science and diplomacy as they become surrogates for their respected Reigned. The Marquess are most often where the Sovereign picks their Crowned from as they are usually the most loyal to the Clan. They are usually introduced in reference of their Reigned, ex. Thundersnow, Marquess of Diamondstar. Marquess do not go on patrols unless going to another Clan or territory and are always accompanied by at least two Knights or Dames and their Squires. Marquess usually travel alone with their guards, however they will travel in pairs on important missions- one for the Sovereign and one for the Crowned.
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KNIGHTS
The Knights had many names throughout WinterClan history, most notably Frozen and Shards. The head protectors of the Clan, Knights are elite warriors trained in many different facets. War, leadership, and diplomacy are just to name a few. While not as trained in political science as Marquess, Knights are the leaders of patrols and prison guards- so they are often the first and only impression outsiders have of WinterClan. Once a group of select few chosen from the most advanced soldiers, Knights have now become a plentiful rank. Chosen as students who excelled in their basic training, they become Squires and are trained under a specific Knight until they reach promotion age. Knights are given an epithet during their promotion that highlights their strengths or accomplishments from their training or personality, ex. Eveningmemory the Proud.
*** CRIMSONROSE - JETCLAW Bound to former leader Leatherstar through the warrior bond they forged when he led WinterClan before, this massive ginger she cat has returned once more to the ranks of WinterClan... though she occasionally takes advantage of a position in MoonClan to keep an eye on SunClan and her daughter Mysterypaw who lives in DayClan now. But her duty had called her to WinterClan once more. After all she knows the wintry clan won't fail to keep things interesting, and she's ready to fight to see the clan through, and hopefully she'll encounter some exciting combatants as well. She is a large and intimidating ginger she cat, a former hunter of Primal Instinct, the former Frozen/Shattered to Leatherstar, his guardian and protector in times of need, a former knight of the old guard of WinterClan, and now a warrior of MoonClan and primarily a Soldier of WinterClan. She has accumulated as many titles as she has scars almost. And she bears all with a head held high and burning amber eyes looking ahead to the battles that may lie ahead. Even with Leatherstar no longer leading, she's sympathetic to Wintrystar's plight, and is happy to offer her aide... as leading can be turmultuous at times. *** FROSTCLOUD - SPOTTEDLEAFFAN21 If there was an ice warrior princess, Frostcloud would be the very painted picture of what one would look like. Pure snowy white fur, gray ears, crystal blue eyes that seem to cut straight through to one's very soul, and a very elegant disposition. However, looking like an angel sent directly down from heaven, she is a little rough around the edges. More like an icecyle. Beautiful to look at, but dangerously edgy. She is highly skilled in battle with sharp crisp movements and great reflexes. One would be smart not to challenge such a driven She-cat. Cats often flinch at the coldness of her gaze and as threatening as she may look, her respect for her leader is high. She is considered a soldier that knows how to take orders and do them well. She is very trustworthy and honest. A perfect soldier with fierce loyalty. *** LIONWHISPER - CONSUELA A long-haired ginger tom with piercing amber eyes. His statue is tall and his frame rather large and well built under mountains of tousled ginger locks that only amplify his already large person. Despite the intimidatingly large frame, Lionwhisper is quiet and gentle, highly conscious of his strength and power. He is rather quiet and soft spoken for a tom and rather observe than be in the spotlight. Though he is rather shy and reserved, once he has opened up to you, he can be talkative, always having something to talk about such as his own dreams of being a great Soldier as well as a killer sense of humor paired with effortless sarcasm. He is quietly ambitious, always aiming to hit his goals and do the best of his abilities to help his clan making him one of the loyalest Soldier Winterclan has seen. He has very little close friends, but his closest easily is his younger sister, Foxleap whom he cares for dearly. The two grew especially close after the death of their parents from a rouge attack when they were just apprentices. After that, the two were left orphans having no one else but each other to depend on for some time. That tragic event became a catalyst for Lionwhisper who now pushes himself to be better, not only for his own sake, but for his sister and his clan. ***
SQUIRES
Students who show excellence during their first moon or two of training are eligible to be promoted to Squire, set to train strictly under a specific Knight until they reach promotion age. Knights chose their Squires during student evaluations. They will inquire to the Reigned about what student they want to train, and if the Reigned approves, the fledgling will be promoted during the next ceremonies. While they sleep in the fledgling den, they are treated drastically different than their denmates. Squires are put up to higher standards than the normal fledgling; they are put on more patrols, given more chores, and train for longer hours. Squires are differentiated with an s at the end of their names and are introduced in context of their Knight, ex. Thunderpaws, Squire of Hiddencrest. Instead of going through the normal Gladiator Trial at first, Squires up for promotion must fight each other in a duo team battle royale. The last remaining team is promoted to full Knighthood, while the rest must train and win the next Gladiator Trials in order to be promoted.
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BARONS
If a member is becomes either too old, too sick, or generally unable to perform their duties, they become part of the Barons. The Barons are made up of all ages from all the different ranks of the Clan.
*** ARTISTICDESIGN - DREAMRAIN A white and faded Himalayan tom with a greying muzzle. His eyes are as blue at the ice in the Winterclan territory. The elderly father of Abstractfire and Lionwar. He was a well respected Prison Guard underneath Leatherstar's leadership and has recently retired to become a Baron. He joined Winterclan with his two young sons when they were just kittens. It is unknown what happened to their mother/his mate, but he hasn't never spoken about it. While he never claims having a favorite son. Abstractfire has unintentionally become his favorite son. Artisticdesign does try to see past the flaws in his son Lionwar, but struggles to connect with the rebellious tom. Leading to heated arguments about him leaving for days and not returning. He is unaware that Lionwar bullies Abstractfire. *** COLDFOG - PHANTOM They say age is just a number and Coldfog couldn't agree more, in his youth the tom was full of never dying energy and the willpower to keep going despite a long or hard day and even now in his old age he strives to feel like that. If you were to judge his age on his appearance you would think he was no older than a senior warrior, his white pelt is groomed and glossy and the brown tabby patches on his face and back remain a deep rich earth tone that gives contrast to his icy mint green eyes. His appearance though is the only part of him that gives a young air to the tom, as like with any Baron he suffers from fatigue and aching joints, although he would never admit it aloud. He is stern but not overbearing and over time has become known to have spurts of grumpiness, but in his heart he will always remain the caring old loon his clanmates grew up with, he has an everlasting soft spot for the youth and thoroughly enjoys when the students pay him a visit; trying often to convince them to join him on outings and promising to keep it a secret just between them. Coldfog suffers from memory loss, one moment he is reliving his Soldier days and the next he has no recollection of where he is or who his clanmates are, his greatest fear though is permanently forgetting his only living kin, his granddaughter, Stormyblizzard. *** MINTSPLASH - KAT13 An old black she cat with white spots littering her fur. She has yellow eyes that have less and less light in them as the years go by. Her body aches with any straining movement but she doesn't let the pain get to her. Mintsplash is motherly and calm. She likes to spend time telling stories of her younger years to the clans kits, reliving her glory days. Her voice is gentle and soothing, making her stories enjoyable to listen to. Even with her age, there is still grace in everything she does. As she gets older, everything she does and every movement she makes is now more methodical and thought out. She often has to decide whether the pain she will feel is worth what she is about to do. These thoughts make her grateful for all that she has accomplished and all that she still has. *** WILTEDLILY - NEVERFORGOTTEN A small white she-cat with a mangled back leg. Wiltedlily was born with promise, she was strong and smart and capable. But she was also too curious for her own good and very bad at making good decisions. As a young warrior, then named Lilyleaf, the she-cat became obsessed with twolegs. She thought they were fascinating and found reason to sneak off to find some, but one day she didn't come back. Concerned, a patrol was sent to find her. They finally did, on the side of a thunderpath outside of WinterClan's territory. The warrior had been hit while watching the monsters flash passed and been unable to get home. In the end, her back leg was ruined and her path as a warrior was shattered. She retired to the elder's den at only 17 moons old and, bitter and broken, requested the leader of that time change her name to Wiltedlily. She wears that name like a grim reminder now and is often heard telling cautionary tales to the kits and apprentices. The old cat doesn't hold back, intending to scare the younger generation so they will remain safe. Nothing like what happened to her should ever happen again. Wiltedlily now cautions against curiosity and discovery and hasn't once left camp since she was brought back from the thunderpath 13 moons ago. It's not safe, she insists. ***
Basic run-of-the-mill warriors. They can be promoted into either a Marquess, while female soldiers can choose to become denkeepers. It is strictly prohibited for Marquess to mate with soldiers unless they were already mated before promotion. Sickly or extremely inhibited soldiers become barons.
*** ABSTRACTFIRE - PAIGE.DOROTHY A beautiful long furred, ginger and white tom with stunning bronze tinged light green eyes. Tall, proud and a born leader, Abstractfire strives to protect his friends and family around him. Abstractfire is highly empathic and genuine. He has a gentle nature to him, yet he always finds himself leading others through life. A natural-born leader, with lots to give to the world, you would think Abstractfire's life was perfect. However, Abstractfire messed up. He was the leader, the most dominating one out of his trio of friends, Softlove and Icyhaven. The group would often go exploring together but Abstractfire led them into another Clan's territory, where they almost died. He regrets this decision every single day of his life. His brother Lionwar took pleasure in bullying him and his friends, being protective over them, Abstractfire would often take all the hatred from his brother. This often resulted in him getting hurt and beaten up by his brother. Sometimes he didn't want to tell his friends why he would have bruises, so he would lie. Saying he often got into fights with wandering Rogues. Abstractfire would also get into trouble for fighting with Lionwar so often inside of the clan, which resulted in him losing the clan's trust for him. Abstractfire believes he must protect his friends, and he hopes they will never know just how aggressive Lionwar is. He wants to protect them but it has resulted in him becoming more withdrawn. To make things worse, he had a crush on Softlove but that went out the window when he found out she had started dating Polarbear. Though he still loves and supports her, especially when she lost most of her litter. He worries about his father, Artisticdesign and his declining health. He hates it when his brother disrespects their father and tries at all costs to do everything for Artisticdesign. He cares deeply for him, when he was only a kit they came to WinterClan. He wishes his brother Lionwar would realize how much their father went through so they could be safe. He hopes he will be able to see this before their father dies. *** APPLECRISP - DREAMRAIN When sea and land collided it created Applecrisp and his sisters Almondrose and Seablossom. His parents was a match that went against the stars wishes. Sealife his mother from Brookclan and Peanutblossom his father from Earthclan. His parents born enemies that with a faithful meeting at the border became star cross lovers. Sealife going against her mother Oceanstory's will ended up pregnant with the Earthclan litter. When we was younger Applecrisp's fur was a soft mousey grey that has now darken with age to the color of slate. As his fur has darkened once clear ginger tabby markings are now just streaks of orange dotting his pelt. New black tabby stripes at were one so faint to see in his youth are now visible. His eyes are still a sharp green apple color with flecks of amber in the middle. He was the only son to be born to his parents. While we was the youngest of his litter he felt it was his duty to act like the overly protective brother when it came to his older sisters Seablossom and Almondrose. He was always the reserved one that had little to no sense of humor when it came to his sisters antics. When his father brought a new litter home he didn't step up to the help take care of them like his sister Seablossom did. He stood in the background turning to a sour crabapple and refused to help. While to take his bitterness towards his father to the grave. *** ASTERBLOSSOM - NEVERFORGOTTEN There is something that happens to you when you are born second class, grow up second class, and will always be second class. That is how Asterblossom was brought into this world. Second-rate. An after-thought. The dark grey kitten has known this since shortly after her birth. WinterClan, for all it's faults, has always been honest about the position in which she is. And still she has always stayed. Through kithood and training, through a warrior ceremony and beyond, she has stayed. Perhaps, after all this time, Asterblossom believes she truly is second rate. And why shouldn't she? Her skill, the swiftness of her and the intelligence in her dark green eyes, will never be as good as the first class warriors. It used to make her bitter but she quickly retired to a place of acceptance. Still, she works everyday as though her station in life could change. As though she could one day be worth more. Asterblossom lives her days quietly, unassuming, living and breathing for a clan that looks down on her solely for her parentage. Sometimes, she thinks, it's enough to make any cat want to run. Run and run and never return. And, yet, she stays. Always stays. *** BLIZZARDYREFUGE - LAVELLAN In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. *** BROKENTHORN - -A Brokenthorn was born deaf in his left ear. No one knows why. His parents ignored and treated him cruelly. Often telling him something so quietly that he couldn't hear often getting him into trouble. He tried to escape by hanging with the other kits, but that didn't help. His three sources of comfort were the Leader, Elders, and healers. When things got too hard and unbearable he would seek their counsel. As he grew up he worked twice as hard as everyone else just to prove he could be a warrior. Because of his past, he became independent, aggressive, annoying quiet, reserved, and grumpy at times. Brokenthorn is a large dark brown tom with bright yellow-green eyes that always seem to be glaring. Yes, his eyes are glaring daring anyone to tease, make a snide comment or attack him. He puts on the "Bad Boy" look so that he doesn't feel weak. Brokenthorn killed his parents by feeding them prey that he had filled with deathberries, leaving them to die near the two-leg border. He covered up hid scent with mud and continued on until he found water and cleaned himself off rolling in some mint leaves to get the old scent covered. After that, he circled around and "happened " upon the couple" and pretended to be heart-broken. He sailed into camp and told his lie to the clan. Outwardly he was seen as distraught but inwardly he rejoiced. He has taken up a "bad boy" attitude so that he doesn't feel insecure. Now he was free of his parents, can he get free of his clan-mates tortures? Will he find love or will he mate with anyone who takes advantage of him? Will, he ever be treated with respect and treated as an equal or will he be treated worse? Only time will tell. *** CAMELLIA - GOLDCREST The world around her could easily be a dream, and her dreams could very well be a reality. Half the time, it’s hard to differentiate the two. Who’s to say, when she wanders through the the snowy wasteland that is WinterClan, that she’s not actually peacefully curled up in her nest? Sometimes she feels like maybe she doesn’t exist at all, that she’s just watching someone else move and think. It’s a strange sensation, but she’s used to it. Camellia’s pale blue eyes shine wide with countless worries, her voice gentle yet carrying a bite to it. She doesn’t much like interacting with others. Really, she dreads it. But loneliness is a beast that she can’t fight. She’s tried. She has a strange longing for the comfort of others, but the avoidance is there all the same. It’s confusing and contradicting and doesn’t make much sense, but nothing makes much sense to Camellia. She found WinterClan during her travels, a rogue who never really felt like she belonged anywhere. She had an accident in her youth, fallen into a river and barely, just barely survived. She hardly remembers it, but something about being near water gets her heart thumping and her head spinning. Her fur is a soft, greyish-white. She herself is a fluffy wisp of thick fur and strange wandering. And while she may sometimes say something she didn’t mean to, her come off as aloof, she (most of the time) means well. *** DESIGNERDARLING - STRAWBERRYCUPID She has the long auburn fur of an outsider, with dark amber eyes to match. A trail of black rides along her spine, from the tip of her tail to her forehead, like darkness trying to crawl out of her. She tries to exile it, with anything she can manage. But she can't. The past haunts her, she doesn't talk about it. Not where she or her siblings came from, just that they're here and here to stay. In actuality, Darling finally found it in herself to run, as far and as fast as she could. They say she's brave, she says she's lucky and to leave her alone. Another day there could have lead to her death, but now she doesn't know what to do with her newfound lease on life. She was ready to die, by their claws, but she didn't. So now she's stuck doing what she always did, hiding behind the perfect mask. Of a new hunter who does whatever she can for Winterclan even though she tires out and gets sick easily. Of a soft spoken and gentle cat even though she talks behind everyone's back to everyone else. A fine she-cat when she is anything but. Anything that can damage her reputation is overly corrected or destroyed, just for her own piece of mind. Despite that, she is deceptive and rebellious, and often finds herself going back to exactly what she hates. Wondering if she has become the shadow of the one that nearly killed her, she'll go forward and take advantage of anyone she can, spreading the same sadness she endured cause she doesn't know how to deal with it. The irony is not lost on her, just the fact that she keeps taking in that darkness she wants to expel. *** DUSKSHINE - -A Duskshine was born on September 1st, 2016 to Whiteheart, his Mother and Swiftbird, his Father. Duskshine spent all his kithood and apprenticeship training underneath his parents who wanted him to become the best cat that he could be. His mother taught him to be a compassionate cat to help others and that being in WinterClan doesn't mean that you have to be mean. His father taught him how to lead, how to make careful, calculated decisions based on facts and not with his heart. He carried this attitude with him all throughout his kit-hood and through his apprenticeship. When his parents died he vowed to continue with their instructions and to honor them by following what they had taught him. Now as a warrior, he lives his life with his mind and not his heart. He thinks before he does, and often or not you will see him sitting and thinking, or even mapping something out with a stick on the ground. Duskshine is a believer and a strong follower of StarClan and is often visited by his parents in his sleep and once in awhile in the waking world. he believes in fairness and in giving second chances. He believes that fighting isn't always the answer to a problem. He believes kindness is better than rudeness, and that helping others even if not in your is not a sign of weakness but strength. Duskshine is a brown,white black striped fluffy tom with dark green eyes. *** EDELWIESSBLOOM - DREAMRAIN Small and sweet fluffy white and black patched she-cat. Her eyes are a warm earthy brown. She is rebellious and doesn't always do what she is told. Whether her mother Diamondstar or someone of higher power in Winterclan tries to enforce the rules upon her. She is a rule breaker. If the rule says to stay out she will break in. Maybe the reason she breaks the rules is to gain attention. Being from a litter of five and her mother being the Sovereign in her youth. She just wanted to be different from others. *** FOXLEAP - SPOTTEDHEAD She was raised in Winterclan along with her brother, Lionwhisper. The two had grown up as kits to apprentices to adulthood. Althoug he is older than she is, she is more outgoing and charismatic. She’s very playful and relies on her brother for help when needed. And she, too, will help him when needed. The two grew especially close after the death of their parents from a rouge attack when they were just apprentices. After that, the two were left orphans having no one else but each other to depend on for some time. *** FROSTFIRE - NEVERFORGOTTEN Though always residing in WinterClan, he is hardly a loyal WinterClan cat. Frostfire has had two great loves in his life, both of them from different clans. His heart can't stay in the borders it seems. His first mate died giving birth to his stillborn kits in DayClan, the large gray tabby only heard about it from a gathering. He would probably say that was the most painful thing he ever experienced. To be told in front of all the clans that his mate was dead, not being able to react, nearly broke him. But life went on and a few dark moons later he met Icestream. Beautiful Icestream, he was smitten with her almost instantly. She was alluring and smart and funny and Frostfire fell hard. When she told him she was expecting his kits, it was exciting and terrifying for him, he couldn't let go of the horrible memory of Leafwind. Shortly after their meeting Icestream showed up in WinterClan's camp and their secret was out. He was excited, at first, despite the glares of his clanmates. But when Icestream kitted Sunkit, her name earned because of the color of her pelt, Frostfire began to doubt. How could he not? Sunkit didn't look like him, act like him, or stir any paternal instinct in him. Perhaps it was his own immaturity but he grew suspicious and began to fight with Icestream. Of course he never would have hurt his mate or Sunkit; but Icestream disappeared anyway. They never spoke again. His family joined another clan and Sunkit became Sunpaw and then Sunfrog, never acknowledging him as her father when they crossed paths at gatherings. When Icestream died and Sunfrog still said nothing to him Frostfire accepted that Icestream hadn't told Sunfrog about him. He was nothing to the light yellow she-cat who may or may not be his daughter. He's older now and regrets his attitude as a young cat and has tried to be more loyal to his clan. But his heart has never let go of Leafwind or Icestream, Frostfire walks around hollow, his heart lost to StarClan and the she-cats he has lost. *** GLANIUR - LAVELLAN The drop of rain water in the stream, the rustle of leaves on a stormy day. The mouse hiding from its predator, the predator chasing its prey. A picture is worth a thousand words, but those words change with each story. Which is reality? Which is fake? Vision and sight. They are a simple sense, something that most cats have. Something that most take advantage of. Do they truly see the world for what it is? Perhaps the blind are the ones who see the most. Maybe those gifted with sight are the ignorant ones. The lucky ones. Who truly wants to see the world? Each little movement, unseen. Every tiny ant, ignored. Even something as big as a tree, often overlooked. Things that you would never even guess would be important, end up being life changing. This is the training that was pushed into Glaniur, to never ignore a single detail. Be aware of everything, as a blind cat would if they were given the chance. Overlooking a single fact could be deadly. Each sound, each movement. Take it all in, and think. Be tactical. Surprise your enemy with the obvious. Or the unexpected. After all, no one would expect to be beaten in a fight by a former kittypet. Not all kittypets have an easy life, however. Some are tortured, abused, even when a young kit. There was no love to be found by his twolegs, and so it was little surprise that Glaniur took the first chance he could get to escape. Even as a kit, he was always watching for an opening. It was that habit of his that made a small group of rogues take him in to train. The young tom learned every skill he knows from them, but at a cost. They were rogues. Untrustworthy, dangerous. Even for a kit. Sometimes, Glaniur wondered which life was better. The rogues knew no mercy. It was enough to turn a kit into someone else. They abused him much like the twolegs. But, he had freedom. He was offered knowledge. So, he went along with the training until the rogues abandoned him. The day they vanished was the day Glaniur officially gained freedom. He was no longer at the mercy of others, bent and beaten to their will. He was finally able to look after himself. Yet, he still ended up in a clan, following another’s orders. It was an odd thing, for a cat with no more trust to give, ending up in a clan. He makes no secret of his hatred for others, just as most cats do with kittypets and rogues. But, sometimes it’s easy to forget. After all, he seems to turn everything into a joke, responding to most things with a sarcastic remark. It’s curious, however, how Glaniur never throws his looks around. His speckled black face, covering his cream colored pelt, and his icy clear eyes, he’s not too hard to look at. But, Glaniur seems to not take a romantic interest in anyone. *** GREYSIN – CLEAVER Even the mute speak to Graysin. Without speaking a single word, he understands many cats better than their own friends do; even when they shout at him he ignores their speech and probes deeper to understand the truth of their statements. Greysin can read cats like few others. There is a whole lexicon ignored by most or barely interpreted, and when cats believe they say nothing, they are speaking volumes to those that speak the language. Every subtle shift in expression, pose, or tone is noted by his chartreuse yellow eyes, calculated by his flexible mind, analyzed and acted upon. It makes him a terrific and lethal fighter, able to anticipate and react to attacks before they come, sometimes before the cat even realizes how they will act. He can think and see several steps ahead; he's playing chess while the rest are playing checkers. Momentum is his friend, and he can turn it against his enemy with ease. Because of the way he analyzes cats, he easily catches others in a lie, even if he does not always mention it; and he can manipulate with ease by altering his vocal patterns and mannerisms to those used by charming cats. Though he is typically a quiet observer, this trained assassin has tamed sarcasm and uses it often, even at the wrong times. It makes him appear uncaring, which is somewhat accurate. He learned this from the cat he believed to be his uncle, or at least treated him as such. Hazethroat, the deputy of WinterClan, claimed to have found the litter and took them under her wing. Icarus claimed to be her brother in order to infiltrate the clan and become deputy after her death. Greysin was traumatized to see his adoptive mother die at the paws of her clan, and swore to become strong so it would never happen to him. It also evoked a curiosity about death that has led him down this path. But his true father is Crow of Primal Instinct, and his true mother is Razorkiss, none other than the frozen of the she-cat had took him in. Greysin is a massive hemmingway cat with dark chimera fur, speckled with small bits of ginger, like embers floating along his pelt. His siblings are Violahope, Barrenfrost, and Stygianblack. *** HAILSHATTER – UNIQCRIM Hailshatter's circumstances surrounding his birth is unknown. He was found by Jarl Sweetpine along with his littermates Frigidshade, Sharpsleet, and Frigidfall near the Springclan border. perhaps they are Springclan kits that were abandoned by a loner, winterclan kits who the queen was ashamed to keep, or left behind when springclan was captured by sunclan. Regardless, they aren't really sure and quite frankly this tom would rather forget about it. He feels like a Winterclan cat is unconditionally loyal to Winterclan. This long haired white tom has grey patches and light tabby markings with big grey eyes to boot and he looks like he fits in. With the coloring of his coat and pelt. Hailshatter was born a perfectionist, quietly scrutinizing everything and making sure its in order. He can spend countless hours grooming his pelt just to get it perfect which seems to contradict his warm, laid-back, quiet, and flexible attitude. He frequently comes across as narcissistic and self-centered but is truly a warm and generous individual. *** HARLOW - CLEAVER Thick dark gray fur lays in scattered curls that cling together into stiff locks when it clumps together from the snow. His fur is as haphazardly disorganized as he is; he has never been on time in his life, never knew where he was meant to be, or what he should be doing. He left Absum Lux when he was young with his brother, a thrill seeker following adventure, eager and hopeful he'd find his destiny waiting before him. Was he meant to be a great hunter, or a fearless warrior? Would stealth be his forte, or scouting? Already he knew he was not a born leader, but Harlow didn't mind, he knew he had some hidden skills to uncover. As the moon passed by he joined WinterClan and was delighted by the foreign world, the quiet of the trees and the secrets in the wind and the cool air rifling through his fur, even the melting flakes of snow his fur blends so poorly with. The cats were cold, but he was used to that, and the chill of their hearts did not discourage him. His brother Jester found a mate and settled down, and Harlow found himself falling for her for just a bit... though he knew better, he couldn't help himself, and did his best to stay away. No other she-cats were ever interested in him, he was too scattered and too childish and too average, and he was desperate. It was a stroke of fate that killed his niece, an unfortunate incident, but it did the impossible. Her death brought him closer to Frozendreams than ever, and as she fought with Jester, she fell for him as well. They were in love, starting a family, and he had everything, and then Jester had to ruin it, and as blood ran from his paws Harlow found himself lost, the love of his life dead, his brother fled, and he disowned his kits, pretended they had never belonged to him. What else could he do? He was left to watch them grow up, his heart twisted and bitter, and tried to forget. He never could. His niece Wintrystar is the leader of WinterClan and he fears the day she learns what he has done. *** HAWTHORNCROWN - DREAMRAIN The hawthorn tree standing strong in solitude. Long lethal looking thorns protect the fragile innocence blossoms that bloom in the near the end of spring. Like the beautiful blossoms that decorate the hawthorn tree. Hawthorncrown is decorated in a solid slate grey color similar to the bark of the tree. Dotting her pelt like blossom petals are touches of soft faded orange. Her eyes the faded sunshine of the winter sun. Like the thorns that protect the fragile beautiful blossoms of the hawthorn tree, Hawthorncrown's works hard to protect her heart. Being alone since birth she is a cautious about making permanent personal connections with others. It doesn't stop her from being the adaptive to situations. In social situations she is a lively, charismatic soldier mingling with her comrades. A great listener she is willing to listen to others problems and help apply her own knownledge to help create solutions. Along with her knownledge Hawthorncrown is a brilliant cat that attempts to solve all the problems of the world surrounding her. While she is an excellent sincere friend who tries to fix all their problems. Hawthorncrown can fall prey to out burst of anger when over stressed. *** ICYHAVEN - DREAMRAIN Several seasons ago a blizzard locked Winterclan's territory in its icy grips. Icyhaven and his siblings Wintrystar, Blizzardyrefuge, and Summerykit were born. Icyhaven like the freshly fallen snow that fell that night of the blizzard. He has short plush crisp white fur. Thin black tabby stripes mark his face, legs, and body. His eyes are dark warm honey of the sun that broke through the clouds the next morning. Summerykit didn't live through the night which impacted Icyhaven's childhood. Summerykit's death was Icyhaven's constant reminder of death and the dangers of living in Winterclan's territory. To stay within the clan and to follow the rules. To never deviate away from Starclan or the rules set forth in Winterclan. Throughout his parents Blizzardstorm and Jester tried to make themselves look like the perfect parents. To shelter their problems away from their own children. But the whispers and judgement from others within the clan brought many fears to Icyhaven. Because of the death of his littermate Icyhaven fears death and the risks of getting stranded out in a blizzard. He is very awkward when it comes to meeting others. He has a bit of a sense of humor, which sometimes can kill the mood, because of his awkwardness. He is also very sensitive to criticism and leading to him being very emotional as a kitten and having an emotional apprenticeship underneath his mentor Hemlockleaf. *** LIMINALGOLD - ian Liminal [adj] of, relating to, or being an intermediate state, phase, or condition; in between, transitional. What a perfect name for the feline whose loyalties swing and who enjoys the borders between here and there. She finds them exciting, the same way that it is exciting to stand on the edge of a mountain top and hope you don't stagger over. The liminal spaces of reality are the dangerous ones, after all, especially when you reside in a group that believes that blood runs thicker than water. Liminalgold is a large white she-cat, one of standard WinterClan build. It's strange, then, that her temperament leaves her blurring the lines of what is acceptable for a WinterClan cat. Her eyes, like her name sake, are a deep golden. *** MORNINGBIRD - LAVELLAN Everyone knows the saying, that blood is thicker than water. The same blood that will control your life, that tells you that you will never amount to anything. The same blood that was afraid to stand up and protect her own kits, but still cared as much as she could. The same blood, that when all was said and done, would abandon their own. What was the point of family when all they ever did was hurt you. Morningbird had lost everything when her mother had begged her to stay in Winterclan, to try and see the good in the place that she had grown up. And, through everything, Morningbird relented. She tried to see everything through brand new eyes, but, when Bunnywiggle and Snowyspots had decided to leave her behind as they escaped to Summerclan, those blue eyes became clouded with hatred. Hatred, and doubt. Had they ever truly cared for her, or for their mother? Or were they just waiting for the chance to leave her behind. And, to some extent, she couldn't blame them. She was the one who would always get them into trouble, as she had terrible luck that cursed her, and through her, those around her. Branches would fall on her, she would lose her balance near cliffs, she would fall into mud and ruin her white and brown pelt daily, prey would chase her instead of the other way around. Perhaps her siblings got tired of her dragging them down, and decided to abandon her. Perhaps no one in the entire clan actually cared about her, and was just waiting for one of these unlucky accidents to claim her. What was the point of anything, when the only thing she had left of her family were their similar bobbed tails. What was the full saying again? The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb? Somehow, it seems Morningbird didn't have either. *** PARADISEFLAME - NEVERFORGOTTEN Dark red tom with green eyes. He is most often thought of as the essence of a good clan cat. Always supportive, helpful, courteous. Paradiseflame should be an asset to WinterClan despite the red pelt that means he isn't entirely WinterClan blood. It's precisely because of his pelt color that he isn't actually good. With WinterClan's distrust of outsiders and their elitist tendencies, the tom has always felt other. Like he didn't ever truly belong. That has twisted him into a bitter cat with a thirst for some sort of justice. So for now he plays along and has proven himself an accomplished actor, but he waits. One day an opportunity will arise for revenge against WinterClan. And he's going to relish it. *** PINEFLURRY - PAO Born in the midst of winter, in the heart of the cold lands he calls home, Pineflurry has always felt at home among the evergreen forests dusted in snowflakes. The creatures that live here have always known the cold and harshness that winter brings to the land, and yet they all still manage to survive. Pineflurry is no different. This tom is as light-footed as a flurry of snowflakes. While his fur may not appear long, it's thick and manages to keep this stubborn tom alive in his freezing home. Pineflurry is partially deaf and believes it's due to his eyes being an icy blue. He may not be able to hear hawks in the distance or his clanmates right next to him over the sounds of a roaring storm, but it hasn't hindered him in the slightest. Plus, it's gotten him out of Blizzard Rescues his whole life as his clanmates don't see him as useful in the search for survivors. Pineflurry could never imagine having been born in a different territory or leaving the one he calls home. To him, this cold, winter wonderland is home and nothing could make him leave it. Unless order too of course, ever the loyal soldier. *** POLARBEAR - DREAMRAIN A large silver tom with bold black striping on his pelt. He has white fur on his neck and cheek that look similar to a mane and black tuffs of his ears. He has friendly orange eyes. Polarbear like his mate Softlove is Winterclan born. He comes from a normal Winterclan family. He had parents and siblings when he was younger, but due to a rough winter his siblings didn't give past kithood and their studentship. His parents grew distinct eventually leaving the clan when he was an adult. He grew up with the same generation that contains Softlove, Abstractfire, and Icyhaven. While he was never apart of their friend group. He didn't grow closer to the trio until he fell in love with Softlove as a young warrior. Because of the trauma stemming from losing majority of his and Softlove's first litter. He is very protective over his only daughter Honeybee. *** RABBITFOLLY - NEVERFORGOTTEN Found just inside WinterClan territory, you almost couldn't tell. The hulking gray and white tabby carries himself as though he were WinterClan royalty. His gold eyes betray nothing except power. Rabbitfolly was born a fighter, and his abandonment and consequential refuge in WinterClan has ensured that the tom will always fight for WinterClan; the clan that chose him and saved him. Growing up, the tom tried hard to prove himself, ignoring WinterClan’s natural inclination to ignore those of a lesser status. For Rabbitfolly, that was a challenge he enjoyed taking on. From day one, he was a model citizen. Whatever needed done was done. That is a habit that continued in his apprenticeship and now into adulthood. The jack of all trades, the reliable, the devoted. This is Rabbitfolly. And, one day, the clan will see what he already knows: that WinterClan owes him for his service. *** RAVENSARA - NEVERFORGOTTEN A smoke-grey she-cat with clear green eyes. The adopted eldest daughter of Stormsurge, Ravensara behaves like any good soldier would, following the rules perfectly. But she also has a fun loving side. Once you crack her shell you see a sarcastic, smart, witty she-cat with a taste for new experiences and a love for all things dangerous. She is a dare-devil, addicted to adrenaline and the shock of near death. Ravensara doesn't want to die, she is love with life, but she does like being reminded that she is, indeed, alive. You'll see that in battle. Often taking on opponents stronger than her, or finding predators just to feel the thrill of battle. She isn't sadistic, evil, or bloodthirsty but that rush, that feeling. She loves it. *** SCORPIONCURSE – UNIQCRIM Scorpioncurse lives up to her name in both appearance and attitude. She is a grogeous black tuxedo she-cat with a slender and lean build. She is a graceful creature with watchful and devious amber eyes. This gorgeous she-cat has grown up with a feeling of entitlement and that she deserves special treatment. She loves nothing more than being the center of attention and would do just about anything to captivate the attention of others, even for just a few brief moments. She has feelings of being invincible and very few moral ties. The only true honor she holds on to is not losing to others and prevailing, as she is nasty and competitive in nature. Despite these traits, it would do one well not to underestimate her and think thexe make her weak. She is skilled, devious, and will do anything to get what she wants when she wants it which makes her a nasty contender. Scorpioncurse is half winterclan, born to a loner and her father of pure blood, mesmerisingsins. *** SNAKECHARM - SPIDERHEART 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. *** SNAKEFANG - PLUTO Snakefang is a gray tom with horizontal zig-zag stripes that are a darker shade of grey, almost black. He is the owner of a pair of light green eyes and large fangs, resembling that of a striking serpent. Just like the terrain he grew up in, he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not all that bad of a tom. Willing to take on the tasks that others would rather not do, he's not afraid to get his paws dirty. He's not afraid to speak his mind when the situation calls for it, but he usually keeps to himself, but dont let that deceive you. Deep down inside, though, he loves to train, especially for fights. Conflict seems to fascinate him, but not in the twisted way that seems to consume other cats, although he does have moments. He's mostly battle smart, but still able to compete mentally with the best of them. Loyal to his clan, he wants to be the best he can be and a reliable defender of WinterClan. *** SOFTLOVE - PHANTOM Softlove was born to a small family of Winterclan blood, her mother and father now with starclan along with her two littermates, all gone due to sickness or a battle they could not win. She has a strong bond to family, hers now consisting of her two closest friends, Icyhaven and Abstractfire as well as her mate Polarbear and only living child Honeybee. The she-cat is soft natured and nurturing to all who need a gentle shoulder to lean upon, she grew so very close to her two friends seeing that they too needed someone to be there for them, always by their side and ready to protect them as they would her. Softlove and Polarbear fell in love as young warriors and soon after were expecting their first litter of kits, a blessing that should have been the happiest time of their lives turned into a painful and unbearably excrutiating heartache. Her kits were born, but not without sadness, all but one of the young lives were pulled from the two loving parents all too soon leaving only their daughter Honeybee. Softlove worries deeply for her daughter, wanting nothing but a good life for her despite the terrible things that have happened, she worries she will not be the mother her kits deserves only to be reminded that she is doing a wonderful job by Icyhaven and Abtracfire. The two Tom's are loving and doting uncle figures to Honeybee and Softlove if oh so grateful for their presence in her life. *** STORMSURGE - NEVERFORGOTTEN A large gray she-cat with amber eyes and a ferocious attitude. She was raised with a tough-love dynamic with her and her mother and has seemed to carry that to any social situation. Tough in battle, tough in conversation. The she-cat has never wanted a family or kits or even friends, she likes the solitude she wraps herself in. But, despite her insistence that she was never going to have kits, she had a litter. Stormsurge won't tell any cat who the father is and seems completely uninterested in him, instead focusing on raising her kits and getting out of the nursery. Stormsurge begrudgingly takes care of her children, usually with a scowl and complaint. She raises them with the same strong paw her mother raised her, promising that they will grow up tough like her. Fighters for WinterClan. Because no matter her antisocial behavior, Stormsurge is completely loyal to her clan and always slightly too eager to unsheathe her claws for the good of WinterClan. It seems that's why she had kits; for more soldiers. *** THISTLESCAR - DREAMRAIN His fur long flowing and pure white like the snow drifts that blanket Winterclan's territory. His eyes is a dark deep blue like the water underneath a layer of frozen ice. Peeking out from underneath his long fur he has several faint scars that litter his body. The most noticeable scar is the large claw mark running along his right shoulder and down part of his back. The scar he received during his apprenticeship from a badger attack. He was born in Winterclan before the change. His dream when he was younger had been to become a Prison Guard. A dream that he trained for during his apprenticeship and became as a young adult. Until he became a soldier underneath his sister's leadership. He was born to Snowflower and Nero. He is the brother to Valleystar, Marshflower, Duskthorn, and Mistlesnow. He is also the uncle to Ghoulstar, Morningpaw, Eveningpaw, and Spiritpaw. *** TRICKEDIDOL - PAIGE.DOROTHY Cascading long fur flows down this well-built tom. Huge, rippling muscles covered in layers of a long fawn-colored pelt. Orange glowing eyes, piercing, daring, cold and oh, so stunning. Trickedidol is a charmer, a guy with a suaveness that makes any she-cats and even toms for that matter, gasp. His voice is honey-smooth. However, whatever you might think of this beautiful tom is simply, well, trickery. Perhaps his name gives him away? He is a born liar, a born fighter and to simply put it, he was born to manipulate and to trick others into the most horrible of things. His words at first, seem kind, loving as if he might care. But no, his soul is cold, just like the snow floating slowly down in the wind. As if he is frozen in time, drifting slowly to the ground. A born flirt, he has had many flings. He can't seem to follow rules either, somehow he seems to also break them. He's not insane... quite. But he is cold and has a bad habit of lying which has resulted in him getting into quite a bit of trouble... to put it lightly. His siblings are Designerdarling, Bittertreasure, Paradiseflame, and Sugarangel. He respects them all in some regard but he's connection is not strong. His highest value is coming across as a fighter, a true warrior. Is this always achieved? Well, that's another question. Toms or she-cats, Trickedidol finds it so difficult not to flirt with everyone. Enemies? Yes. A friend of a friend? Yes. An extremely dangerous cat that has a probably killed all their past lovers? Oh, yeah for sure! The more evil, the better, in fact. *** VIKTORYGOLD - LAVELLAN A prince on the run. A pair of mismatched eyes. A mysterious background that he rarely ever speaks of. Viktorygold is a cat that you wouldn’t expect to have secrets, as he will spout anything that comes to mind. Often aloof, but very polite, and a natural flirt, whether he means to be or not, Viktorygold is a cat that is rather easy to get along with. He is always pushing himself to do his best, though he does everything else at his own pace, and is normally rather easy-going and free-spirited. In reality, this cat is none other than Viktor, the son of Aiden, who helped turn Brookclan into the monarchy it was known to be before the flood. He was supposed to be the heir to the throne, but turned it down, passing it to his sister, Anastasia. Then, his brother, Rasputin, had arranged for the assassination of Anastasia. The plot had failed in taking her life, but it resulted in his father’s death, and Viktor being chased out of Brookclan with a target above his head. He knew his siblings would think he had died in the plot, and maybe that was for the best. If he stayed hidden, he could stay alive. If he could stay alive, he could find a way to save Anastasia and his other brother, Sasha. If he could stay hidden. After all, there had to be plenty of black and white toms in the clans, right? Even if he did have unique eyes; the left eye being blue, and the right green. *** WOLFBEE - PHANTOM To be judged not by your actions and personality, but by your appearance is a curse Wolfbee was born with, intimidating to look at due to her rather large calico tabby size and scowling eyes of green and brown. The she-cat to most may look unapproachable, but to those who know her, know that her appearance is just that and does not define her behavior or actions, Wolfbee is the type of feline that is easy to get on with if you can look past her seemingly permanent scowl. Her laugh is infectious and loud, it lights up her features in a way that makes her look like a completely different person. Wolfbee knows that strangers do not see her for who she is and has never let it bother her, she is confident enough to be comfortable with herself and has no plans on changing to please anyone. She was the only healthy kit born in her litter and exceptionally larger than the others her age, it was not uncommon for some of her clanmates to believe she was older than she was and so from a young age it seemed more was expected of her. Wolfbee was the only of her siblings to survive, her littermates having been born with poor health lived only for a moon, never knowing her father the she-cats mother focused all of her energy on her remaining child up until the day she too passed away. ***
STUDENTS
Basic apprentices. Once a moon, students are evaluated as a group by the Reigned along with Knights and Marquesses. Students who show promise are eligible to promote to Squire and train to become a Knight. If a female student chooses, she can be trained and promoted as a denkeeper instead of a soldier.
*** BRONZEPAW scar - UNIQCRIM He has grieved for a world he never knew and grasped for memories like they were air. He’s the biggest kitten in the nursery and yet everyone calls him a newborn. The way people look at him, their begging eyes for him to not see through him. As if he could see through their lies like glass and he could. They ignite a memory that’s out of grasp and as he grows older he forgets more and more. The cats around him know something about him, know he isn’t Bronzekit, know who his real mom is. He is the son of Mistyveil, the only rejected kit to ever be forsaken from her litter. Few know his real story, but those who do can’t help, but stare. He lives in a lie to save him from becoming like his sister Icecream, a sacrifice. Bronzekit is a silvery grey tom with bronze streaks crackling throughout his pelt giving him the appearance of having many scars. In leafbare these bronze markings nearly all disappear, but in the warmer moons his pelt is less heavy and long and these bronze markings can be seen. He has genetically rare turquoise blue eyes that very few cats in the clan possess. Bio written by Faith. *** COFFEEPAW coat – UNIQCRIM Fluffy brown tabby tom with dark amber eyes and three white paws. Coffeecoat is often described as being a spaz. He rarely sits down and few things can still his paws which are filled with excitement. He is naturally curious and can often be found looking for tasty berries or other edible foods. *** COOLPAW freedom - NEVERFORGOTTEN Dead parents, it's a bit of a played out trope in his opinion. But that's what Coolfreedom must admit to when asked about his family. Dead parents, a few siblings he hardly cares for, and a personality most unbecoming. Coolfreedom happens to like his out-of-touch-with-reality personality but has noticed very quickly that he may be the only one. Coolfreedom has the ability to act as expected. The long-furred gray cat knows about adaption and will often exercise that ability, seeming positively normal at times. But Coolfreedom isn't normal. He changes for his own amusement. He changes because he wants too. The other cats are inconsequential for him or his goals. The cat doesn't even know what his goals are. Or why he does what he does. He think that, when the time comes, all will be revealed to him. *** HEL - DREAMRAIN Born as a middle child to Loki E'Claire and Thoren. She is one of the forgotten middle children of her litter. She is a true blend of her parents, a melanistic tabby with the electrifying green eyes of her mother Loki E'Claire. She remains fourth inline for the Throne and will never see the throne, because it remains in the paws of her older brother Forseti. She is not kind and was given the nickname ice queen for a reason. Her former clan was destroyed by flooding causing her to end up in Winterclan. *** FROZENPAW hope - CONSUELA Frozenhope is a long-haired white, beige and black tabby she-cat with dull green eyes. Often gracing a signature stony and serious expression, she can come off as a rude cat. When she speaks, her attitude only adds to intimidating expressions she carries. Born to a litter of six, it was often that the she-cat would get overlooked for the sake of their clan mates having to care for the more rambunctious litter mates. Frozenhope and her litter mates were born to a pair of Winterclan warriors who got lost in a blizzard never to return. Since then, the kits were taken care of by the other queens present as well as the rest of the clan. Frozenhope was always a rather well behaved cat, unlike provoked. Her naturally crude and crass nature always leads her to become defensive and rash when it came to many situations. Despite that, Frozenhope carries her heart on her shoulder. It isn't difficult for her to formulate her thoughts and emotions, she just rather not do it. It takes a lot to get close to this she-cat who often, many misunderstand, but when done right, Frozenhope becomes the fiercest of loyal companions any cat can ask for. Frozenhope comes from a litter of 6 which include: Icicledream, Coolfreedom, Snowlaughter, Iceylove and Winterlife. *** LITTLEPAW otter - UNIQCRIM A small brown she-cat with pale yellow eyes. Littleotter is fast and slippery and when she moves through the water she is quick, graceful, and looks just like her namesake-an otter. Littleotter has always been a playful and curious cat, always wanting to explore and see more of the world. She fits right into Waterclan as if it was not her adopted clan but as if her parents were born and raised there themselves. Her mother, Meanderingwolf, joined Waterclan as a rogue after the sickness that almost destroyed the clan and, little does she know, her father is actually Leatherstar of Winterclan. She has never known who her father is and does not dwell on it much, she has a good mother, good clan, and all the littermates she could ever want to play with and keep her company. When she was just an apprentice, a great flood destroyed her only home known to her as Waterclan and she found refuge in Winterclan and a father she had never even known. *** POLARPAW blast - PAO Glaring yellow orbs, dark grey-brown fur with streaks of white, make up a tom worthy of the title Polarblast. He's a storm of his mother's making, a fierce soldier that follows orders to a T. This tom was raised more as a warrior than as child, born to a mother that never imagined herself having kits but when she did, she turned them into her perfect soldiers. Or as perfect as they could be with flaws at every corner. Where his siblings continued to disappoint their mother time after time, Polarblast succussed in being her personal suck-up. Quick to report on his siblings to their mother, or even other kits not related to him to theirs, he became known as a tattle-tale to all the cats in the clan. Because of the teasing and lack of friends that followed his excessive reporting of his siblings and other kits, Polarblast became cold and distant. He had no friends and told everyone he didn't care that he didn't as long as he was the best. This mamma's boy has always been her perfect soldier and to many a grumpy brat that seemed like he had a pinecone stuck up his butt. It's pretty bad when your own siblings don't like you too much. *** SKEPTICPAW martyr - UNIQCRIM A complete black molly with a splash of white on her chest and bright amber eyes. Born to Valleystar and Hiddencrest, her littermates are Disasterpiece, Vermilionreality, Deadmemory, and Dualitycontrast. She is the youngest and is very quiet and untrusting of other cats. *** SNOWPAW sky - KAT13 A large tom cat with long, thick white fur. Icy blue eyes give him a cold exterior, but once other cats get to know him they realize his personality is much more laid back. He is playful and full of energy, but tends to slack off and not use this energy for bettering his clan. Often seen slacking off or finding excuses to not go out hunting or on patrol, other cats are often annoyed by his antics. All and all though, when he sets his mind to something and works hard he is an asset. His large frame is filled with power and he does not lack in natural talent or ability. *** SNOWPAW fall - -A Born on December - 1 - 2018, Snowfall came into the world quiet as a mouse. His mother died shortly after he was born and his father is an unknown WinterClan tom. He was raised by the Clan and often visited by an older tom who everyone says is his Father, but it is uncertain. Though the two do look alike, white fur, long, fluffy and dark yellow-golden eyes, Snowfall couldn't find the words to ask. Snowfall is kind, smart, graceful, cooperative and hardworking. There is never a minute that goes by that Snowfall isn't doing something, even something as demising as cleaning the fresh-kill pile or the Elder's den. He is a firm believer in that you work hard, you will be rewarded, as well as help thy neighbor and do to others as they would do to you. These three philosophies are what guide his paws in every situation. He doesn't seem mean or cruel, but relaxed, ready to take whatever comes his way. He is deeply devoted to his Clan and StarClan. He is devoted to living by the Warrior Code and living every day as though it is his last. He is devoted to his mate and family when he finally settles down. Overall he is your devoted and trustworthy cat, who is looked up to and well often asked for his insight in situations. ***
The queens of the Clan, expecting and nursing. Mothers range from students to Knights, even the Crowned or Sovereign. Denkeepers are the permanent mothers of the Clan. These she-cats, as they must wean the youth, are trained in the healing arts of birth. Denkeepers become foster mothers for orphaned youth, wet mothers for kittings, and nannies for busy mothers who must return to their duties immediately. Mothers and denkeepers are usually fed a different diet than the rest of the Clan, thus they eat from a separate fresh-kill pile- a mix of prey and a constant supply of borage leaves.
Youth are the future of the Clan. When a litter is born, WinterClan holds a special festival for their birth. If orphaned youth are found on WinterClan territory, they are immediately indoctrinated into the Clan instead of being treated like outsiders. Litters born of cross-clan relationships are to be split, with half of the youth claimed for their WinterClan parentage.
*** BLUEKIT storm - A Bluestorm is a fluffy blue-grey she-cat with dazzling blue eyes. She looks like a blue lion, with a mane of fur around her head. She was named for her coat and later named for her skillfulness, bravery and determination in the face of danger and other situations. She as an apprentice worked hard, going beyond what was excepted of her. She strives to be a knight and maybe a Marquee. She understands the pressure of wanting to rise to those positions, and she strives to reach it everyday. When she wants something she works for it, even if she has to work years for it, she will. She isn't one to give up on anything, be it reaching a goal or helping someone in need. She was born into WinterClan to two Soldiers, who died fighting for their Clan and each other. Now she must learn to do the same, and someday she hopes to be known for doing great things. *** CLOUDKIT weaver - KOMIHARU Cloudweaver is a white and pale brown tabby tom with pale, narrow blue eyes. A known troublemaker and general pest, Cloudweaver is allergic to hard work, and his creative ways out of his duties make him one of WinterClan's less popular soldiers. Sociable, but overly sarcastic and often cruel with his words, he has very few true friends and likes to keep any acquaintances he does make at tails-length, with some notable exceptions. Cloudweaver has many insecurities ranging from anxiety over his personality flaws to issues with his physical appearance in general, but likes to hide it under layers upon layers of false bravado and crude jokes. *** COSMICKIT throne - PHANTOM Cosmicthrone is a sleek pelted black she-cat with a small tuft of ivory white in the center of her chest and sharp golden yellow eyes. Cosmicthrone, like her siblings believes she was born with royal Brookclan blood flowing through her veins, because of this she sees herself above others in her clan. She is unsociable, and can be considered rude and demanding. Cosmicthroneis not a push-over, she goes after what she wants and never settles for average. *** ENCHANTEDKIT winter - PHANTOM Enchantedwinter is a small blueish grey tabby she-cat, she has very faded black stripes that are almost unnoticeable to the eye and a lacing of delicate white highlights that flow through her coat like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are orbs of blue, an enchanting sight as they are such a vibrant hue. Enchantedwinter is a rather complicated feline to get to know, it isn't that she is off-putting or cold towards others, she is in actuality extremely sweet and innocent. Her downfall is how emotionally sensitive she is, her capability in handling conflict or even the simplest of interactions is strange. Enchantedwinter was always a timid cat, she is friendly and happy to talk and spend time with others but it is never without doubt, overthinking every situation and every word said trying to decipher the meaning her motive. As a kit she was shy, but she was always kind and wanted friends, as she grew older though her sensitivity grew worse with her; she can not emotionally process certain emotions from others such as anger and when presented with such a situation will more times than not break down into tears, fear taking over her mind and body as she wonders what it is that she did to cause it. Enchantedwinter Does not know who her parents are, she is the daughter of Frozenstorms and Harlow, which is a complicated matter on its own seeing as her father was not her mothers mate, her uncle Jester was. She like her littermates was born to a love affair, an affair that her nor her siblings know of, it will never be a certain thing if they will one day find out about their family or if it will even matter if they do. As a kit she and her littmates were brought to the clan, claimed as lost kits and from there on out were taken care of by the clan. Enchantedwinters littermates are Frigidspring, Fiervidsummer and Eternalfall, her half siblings, born to her mother and Jester are Wintryoasis, Icyhaven and Blizzardyrefudge. *** ENTERNALKIT fall - SPIDERHEART A large bodied tom covered in a marbled pelt of black, white and orange, hues of silver blending each color into the other. His eyes are narrowed orbs of pale amber, that seem to stare straight though whoever he has them directed at. Enternalfall is a passion filled feline, he takes everything he does to heart, putting as much effort into it as he can. He is an overly friendly tom, seeking friendship and company from anyone who is willing, perhaps in an attempt to fill the void of not knowing who his parents are after being found as a newborn with his littermates and brought back to Winterclan. His bloodline may be unknown to himself and his clanmates, but he is actually the son of Stormsurge and Harlow, a result of a love-affair that did not end well. *** FIEVERIDKIT summer - ZACHARIE She is a warm spot in the brutalist of storms. Fieveridsummer is a long haired orange tabby cat with green eyes that hold warmth and empathy, even to newcomers albeit she practices caution. She is a breaker of tradition like that, believing in exploration, change, and testing things out even if it's just to get her paws wet with experience. She craves that experience and knowledge, and isn't afraid of much because of it. That is her biggest strength, and her greatest weakness as it gets her into trouble when she bites off a little more than she can chew. Fieveridsummer is also an empath, often understanding others troubles and liking to listen to them when they need, being mindful of their secrets- other cats find her welcoming that way, and safe to tell her almost anything. Being an empath, it is hard to find Fieveridsummer in a bad mood. She deliberately chooses to be the optimist, and hide any foul mood of hers because she knows how much a bad mood can hurt others. While she may be a gentle cat, Fieveridsummer is a hard headed one, often being described as "pigheaded" in a loving way. When her mind is set on something, especially when she believes it to be the right decision, almost no cat can dissuade her from it. *** FRIGIDKIT spring - PAO A meadow of orange flowers, spots covered in white snow. It's the signs of an early spring even when the world is still frigid cold. Hope and life, death and despair. One moment it can change from a freezing chill in the air to a warm breeze. Frigidspring is no different. No one had any idea he'd become this way when he was born. Bipolar, just like early spring. In a snap of frost he is cold and harsh, but the majority of the time, he's a warm sunny day. His eyes are like that of the setting sun reflected in an icicle, dark and glossy with emotion. Just like that icicle, all it would take was one wrong move to melt or breakaway from all he knows. Frigidspring is not a stable cat. This poor tom was left for dead, or at least that's what he'd always been told. His parents unknown and his bloodline a mystery. Life was easy. As a kit he'd been taken in by WinterClan, claimed as one of their own and his past no problem. His siblings and he had been raised as clanborn kits as all other adopted or found litters were. None of them the wiser as to where they could have come from, just that a tom found them while out for a walk. But there was more to the story. The tom who'd found him had been none other than the ex-Absum Lux member Harlow. He'd been conveniently out for a stroll when he'd come across Frozenstorms, his sister-in-law, being murdered by her mate, Jester. Then on his way back, after a patrol had dealt with the now deceased form of Frozenstorms, he found a litter of newborn kits. No one had thought anything of the finding, or even gave it a second thought that some of the kits had a similar orange coloring as Jester and Harlow had. They should have. Frigidspring, Fevridsummer, Enchantedwinter, and Enternalfall are the children of an affair, but only three living cats know as they were there on that fateful day. Frozenstorms was dead, but she'd also just become a mother for the second time. Those four kits found were hers. Harlow and Frozenstorms children, the children of an affair caught red-pawed. *** FROZENKIT blossom - Kat13 A puff of delicate, white smoke. Eyes that set the snow ablaze. Frozenblossom is a small, fragile she cat with a fiery spirit. Though it is often annoying when one gives out insult after insult, yet cannot take them when they are directed back at them, Frozenblossom is charming enough that she makes it work. Frozenblossom has long, wispy, all white fur and bright, beautiful yellow eyes. These features make her look even more delicate yet intriguing. *** GALACTICKIT heir - NEVERFORGOTTEN He believes himself to be of the finest BrookClan pedigree. That lie has shaped his entire personality. Told from birth that he was of royal decent, he's molded himself into a cat that can keep the dignification of the disbanded BrookClan alive. He's proud, aloof, and just a bit unfriendly. The tom doesn't mingle much, preferring instead to do his duties and then retire to his own relaxed solitude. But the cats that have spoken to him have noticed how regal he tries to sound. They've also noticed that he's a cat who gets up, works hard, and then retires early to his nest. He's a worker but also, in his mind, a king. He'll often give his share of food up or take the worst tasks, selflessly giving his time and food for the cats he views as lesser than he. His amber eyes may seem dull with disinterest, but that won't stop him from doing what is required of him. Twolegs use the term "a man of the people" and that's just what this black and white cat aims to be for his chosen clan. That is, for as long as he believes the lie. *** HONEYKIT bee - NEVERFORGOTTEN She doesn't talk very much or interact with anyone outside her family. The small tabby cat is sweet and loving, but she's shy. Honeybee was born an only kit to her parents, Softlove and Polarbear. They've always been close, often times Honeykit would forsake the company of her denmates in order to spend time with her parents. It's not that she doesn't enjoy other company or love her clan, but it's easier to be around her family. They love her and she doesn't have to worry about trying to fit in or compete. Despite her skittishness Honeybee gives her all for her clan, hunting tirelessly and always willing to unsheathe her claws. Really, she's a WinterClan cat with strong bloodlines and adequate skills. She's normal, basic, but also intriguing in her own unique way. *** NORTHKIT wind - PHANTOM Northwind is a small dark grey tabby she-cat, her thick coat highlighted with pale cream markings that fade to white on her chest and face. Her eyes glow amber and from a distance are seemly normal, but from up close a slight cloudy film can be seen within them, why you may ask? Well it is because she is blind. Northwind has never let being blind stop her and from time to time even acts as if she can see the whole world around her, after practicing day and night she was able to enhance her other senses to the point that unless you know of her sight issues, you would believe whole heatedly that she really could see. The she-cat was not the only one in her litter to be born with a sense missing, her brother Arcticchill is deaf, and because of this she has always found herself closest with him, wanting to help and protect him. Her other siblings, Aurorashine, Polarblast and Tundrafreeze, while important to her are not as close to her. Northwind is not close to her mother Stormsurge, she sees the queen as a tyrant, and due to the way she treated her and her other kits Northwind swore she would never forgive her. Her kithood, filled with the overwhelming anger and strict rules of her mother the she-cat quickly became stronger both physically and emotionally, her goal to one day be free from Stormsurge's grasp. Northwind, although slightly reserved is quite a friendly cat once you get to know her, one thing you should know though is that she does not like being looked down on or treated differently for being blind. *** TUNDRAKIT freeze - NEVERFORGOTTEN A fine cat born to a militant mother and littermates stronger than he. Tundrafreeze was born last and has remained steadfastly third on the list of their mother's approval. Polarblast, Aurorashine, Tundrafreeze, Northwind, and Arcticchill. That is the order. So, third over all but dead last as far as the kits Stormsurge had any hope for. His brothers, Northwind and Arcticchill are deaf and blind, respectfully, and Stormsurge never put much effort into kits that wouldn't make good soldiers. But Tundrafreeze was healthy, but too soft. He wanted so badly to be the cat Stormsurge expected him to be, but he couldn't shake the softness he was born with. Now, as a soldier, Stormsurge patrols and fights alongside him. And he wants her to see she was wrong about him, that he's an asset to his clan. But thus far Stormsurge has only had sharp words for him, if she even speaks to him at all. He knows that Stormsurge did a lot of damage to them growing up, but he can't help but love her and wish she loved him back. *** WHITEKIT cloud - -A With fur the color of white snow, fluffy and soft to the touch, almost like silk, it's no wonder that this she-cat was named Whitecloud. Her eyes are a mesmerizing bright green, like emerald stones that shine green like a stop sign or a green stone underneath the beam of moonlight. That is the picture you get of this she-cat. A green emerald stone in the stone with the moon's light shining down on it. Blinding right? Yes. That would be one way to describe Whitecloud, she is striking to look at, but deadly to interact with. She is a cat who does what she says and says what she wants, she speaks her mind, even if it hurts someone else. She doesn't lie and tells it as it is. Other's may not like it, but she simply doesn't care. She cares only that the truth is out and hates it when others lie. One lie, in particular, is unforgivable. Her Mother, Berryseed, lied about being non - Clan - Born, even though she was. Her Father, Anthill, also lied and said he was faithful to his mate, but wasn't. he had another mate and she died giving birth to still-born kits. Her parents died soon after her 3rd moon, 3 Years Old. Her mother died of a snake bite to the side and her Father died of Black-cough. Whitecloud is 100 % loyal to her Clan and Ancestors. She obeys the laws that they have set down for her and the rest of the Clan to follow. She hopes to one day have a family of her own. She was born on September - 1 - 2018 in WinterClan. ***
PRISONERS
Prisoners are cats who knowingly trespass on or steal from WinterClan. Prisoners are watched by the Knights and Marquesses with their Squires. They are to stay in the prison at all hours, only to be taken out when used for a Gladiator Trial or to do hard labor around the camp. They eat the scraps and smallest prey from the fresh-kill pile. While prisoners were once allowed to mate within the Clan, they are not allowed to interact with any members other than the Knights and Dames or their Squires. Prisoners can only be set free by winning a Gladiator Trial or with the word of the Sovereign.
*** BIRCH talon - CONSUELA A large, well-built pure white, long-haired tom cat with large amber-yellow eyes. Birchtalon was born to a litter of seven alongside his brother Rowanstrike as a rogue in a notorious rouge group. Growing up was not easy. Rouge life was tough and harsh and resulted in most of his siblings dying young. His father was not in the picture, rather abandoning his family completely to the whims of the rouge group. Birchtalon, going by Birch since kithood, watched as his mother struggled to keep her kits feed and protected from the violent ways of rogue life. In attempt to avoid the harshness of life, Birch grew to be a rather goofy and excitable cat, often taking on a jokester role in order to keep his family smiling. But once he and his sole surviving brother Rowan reached adulthood, things began to change. As two of the largest cats in their group, the rogue leader began to push more responsibilities on them, some pain staking and other too horrid to speak. Both brothers decided enough was enough and planned their great escape with their mother, but before the plan could be executed, their mother was murdered on the discover of their plans. With that, the two left and embraced a more nomadic lifestyle. Joining Winterclan was completely unintentionally, but since then, Birch took a new name, Birchtalon. Birchtalon is still much more of a jokester, taking life much less seriously than before, except when it comes to the ladies. A known womanizer, his slick and charming ways comes easy to him. Birchtalon has a deep and meaningful relationship with his brother, Rowanstrike but is buried under obnoxious taunting and teasing. If anyone could get to Birchtalon, it’s his brother whom he secretly admires and respects greatly. *** OCEANSCENT - GidgetGal A plain-looking ginger tabby tom with soft, pale sea-green eyes. Born in Waterclan, Oceanscent was the son of Chimerahunt and Rainsweptwish; two parents that, although being very respected warriors, didn't put much effort into raising him, nor did they particularly care about each other. While each of his siblings dealt with the lack of attention in their own way, Oceanscent was determined to get his father to notice him. Buring away all of his sadness, the young tom pushed himself to become the happiest, most enthusiastic warrior he could possibly be, hoping to earn his attention. Even when times got rough; even when he lost his brother Reedstalk and sister Scarysiren to sickness, he tried to keep putting on a positive attitude, despite how much their deaths haunted him. But no matter how hard he tried, Chimerahunt never seemed to acknowledge him as his son, even when he became the leader of Waterclan as Chimerastar. Nothing was ever enough. When the flood that destroyed Waterclan finally swept him away, Oceanscent awoke on Winterclan territory and was subsequently taken prisoner, left for the longest time unaware of the fate of his father, clan, or his remaining sister Coralreef. However, his time in Winterclan's prison actually changed him for the better. No longer under Chimerastar's disapproving gaze, Oceanscent was finally able to open up to the cats around him, and discover where he truly belonged. Cheerful, optimistic, and a bit goofy at times, his bright smile lights up a room wherever he goes; a stark contrast to many of the serious personalities on the mountain, but nonetheless appreciated by his peers. He is able to be serious when the situation calls for it as well, placing the good of his new home over anyone's opinion of him. From now on, when he smiles, it's genuine. *** SEASALT - KOMIHARU A scraggly-furred feline, with a grey-flecked white pelt and narrow blue eyes. Born into a family of loners, Seasalt lived with their single finger father and their siblings after their mother died of greencough. The family lived in relative peace, until they were attacked one day by a band of rogues, with only Seasalt surviving the attack. Seasalt swore to track down the rogues responsible, and spend the better part of a year traveling across the forests until they had slaughtered each and every member. After that, they decided to use the skills they'd learned tracking their family's killer and make a decent living out of it, and became a tracker 'for hire' - taking up a contract, finding their target, and reporting back to gain something in return. All was well for a few years, until Seasalt took the wrong job one fateful day and was caught accidentally trespassing in WinterClan territory. Now, Seasalt lives as one of the Clan's prisoners, but they're pretty sure they won't be sticking around for too long - after all, they still has a contract to complete. Apart from the occasional moments of blinding rage, Seasalt is a pretty laid-back cat, and enjoys spending their free time relaxing by rivers, simply watching the world go by. They get along easily with most cats simply by virtue of being quiet, but doesn't particularly enjoy spending a lot of time with others in close quarters. Seasalt believes in the power of honesty, integrity, and sticking to one's word; they will never break a contract if they can help it, even if the target takes moons and moons to find. They have made it a personal rule that they will never kill their targets- however, cats who don't hold up their own end of the bargain are a different story... *** WARDEN - Zacharie Although naturally curious and taking a shine to exploration, he is a very rough individual and is described to have an outlaw-type personality. Warden is seen as ruthless and distrusting with no qualms about using violence to solve problems should he feel the need to. With a pinch of unpredictability to accompany the above personality traits, Warden is a hard cat to get under control; however, once he is controlled and his trust earned, he is hardworking, committed, and reliable. He does posses the ability to be polite and playful with those he cares for, but as always with toms like Warden, its in his own special way which is still rough, awkward, and unpracticed. Warden is a seasoned tom, born in the mountains without a clan or much family. Due to the conditions, not many of his siblings survived. In the end, he was left with one sister and his mother who he became very protective over at a young age, essentially trying to become their guardian, or their 'warden', as his mother nick named him. He parted ways when he deemed himself old enough and ventured on his own through the alpine terrain, often getting into skirmishes about resources, self-proclaimed territory, and getting into fights with some Clan Cats who were on patrol. He would end up visiting his family often until there was no family left to visit. Warden learned on that day how truly relentless and unforgiving the mountains were. As far as Norwegian Forest cats go, Warden is a pretty sturdy tom with a hulking stature and strong chin. He is a pure white cat with green eyes that look yellow in different lighting, and underneath his thick coat are scars from his travels. Due to an old injury in his right shoulder, Warden walks with a slight limp. ***
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