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DOMINANT TRAITS ; half of his face is white, small ears, wide eyes, scar on his left shoulder, tends to stutter, collects things (loves bird feathers the most), gullible, thick pelt because he was formally from winterclan
HOGWARTS HOUSE ; huffleclaw
FEARS ; dying alone, never living up to expectations, disappointing everyone, being kicked out of SummerClan, heights (falling to his death)
TRIGGERS ; mentions of WinterClan, the cold, being called weak, useless, a disappointment, etc.,
PERSONALITY ; Many would view Wolftumble as odd, including himself, but that is far from a bad thing. He’s a collector, intelligent in some subjects but fairly air-headed a lot of the time. He finds others a difficult subject. He would gladly join in conversation if he knew how, but he seems to fail at that.
Wolftumble tends to fail a lot. He can’t accept that it’s normal to do so, as he seems to be a perfectionist when it comes to himself. His self-esteem is six feet under, but his self-loathing is through the roof.
Despite coming off at times as aloof, he has a good heart. Either too clingy or too distant, he really does care about those he loves. He’s loyal to death—as his self-preservation is about as high as his self-esteem.
HISTORY ; Wolftumble was born and raised in WinterClan. His parents were as cold as the weather, always expecting so much of him and never giving anything at all. They trained him to be strong, to never show weakness, and to always listen. He tended to fail a lot—tended to act rebelliously, too, which only led to more trouble. He grew to hate WinterClan, never feeling as if he belonged. But he could never hate his family, and a part of him still hoped that, maybe, if he did everything right, they’d love him.
A few moons after becoming a warrior, he made the impulse decision one night to leave. At first, he didn’t know where he was going, but he quickly found his way to SummerClan. He felt like he actually belonged there, and it felt wonderful.
BIO ; Originally from WinterClan, Wolftumble left for SummerClan soon after he was apprenticed. A part of him regrets it—a part of him regrets a lot—but most of him is happy with the sporadic decision. A major clutz and a bit reserved, he finds it difficult to talk to others. He had been raised to not need others—had been told it was a weakness, and he never much developed any social skills. He can come off as standoffish, at times, but he has a good heart.
Wolftumble is a bit of a perfectionist, knowing he would never live up to his parents impossible expectations. His self-esteem in the ground, he still strived to be the best when he was younger. He may have stopped trying to be perfect, but he hates that he isn’t already.
While being socially awkward, when he does find a friend he seems to latch onto them. He tends to be either too clingy or too distant, but he still cares very much. A bit too much, really. He is extremely loyal and would literally die for those he cares about.
Wolftumble can be seen as odd to some. He loves to collect and learn about many things—and though he keeps his knowledge to himself, he can be incredibly smart at times. Though he has knowledge, he’s still a bit of an idiot. He acts on impulse, doesn’t think things through, and tends to overall be a bit confused a lot of the time.
FUN FACTS ;
• He hates his name
• He mostly collects old twoleg items he finds, but he also collects a lot of bird feathers
• He tends to eat a lot when he’s upset
• Despite his efforts, his fur is constantly a mess
DOMINANT TRAITS ; synesthesia (colours to sounds, colours to emotions), happy-go-lucky, bouncy, likes to sing, wants to befriend everyone, pelt always smells strongly of lavender and pollen, tends to describe feelings as colours (and it can be confusing)
HOGWARTS HOUSE ; ravenclaw
FEARS ; going blind, failing to save someone, getting so lost that she can't find her way back home, thunderstorms, being broken
TRIGGERS ; hunting, a cloudy sky, blood
PERSONALITY ;
Sunfreckle is a bubbly, bright cat, who is not afraid to speak her mind. She sometimes struggles with understanding others, but has a great grasp of her own emotions. She is quite unique. An artist at heart, she is closely connected to the colours of the world. Her emotions and her hearing both correlate into colours, which makes for some confusing descriptions of how she feels. She’s extremely caring and friendly, not known to make enemies. When she was younger, she was a playful spirit, but as she grew it sort of calmed. She was still energetic, but not in a bouncing off the walls way. She learned to control her emotions, as sometimes that was difficult for her.
HISTORY ;
She was born as the sun rose, making way for a cloudless sky. Her parents were lovely, absolutely adoring of their kits. As a kit, she was absolutely amazed by the colours that seemed to swamp her mind and vision. She openly talked about them constantly, much to the confusion of her family. She found her love for singing while listening to the early birdsong.
She found an interest in medicine at quite a young age, and typically hung around the medicine-cat’s den. She didn’t find the appeal of being a warrior or garden keeper. She became the Medicine-cat’s Apprentice and thoroughly loves what she does.
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BIO ;
The beautiful birdsong was always such a soft blue. When she saw the prey on the prey-pile, she saw a deep grey, a saddening grey. She never knew it was strange, to hear or see colours. At first, she thought everyone did it, but that was not the case. She always thought it was her, and she tended to love herself. Sunfreckle is a creative soul, always thinking of something beautifully strange. She liked singing, especially, because it filled her with the same happy blue that the birdsong did. A young, calico she-cat, Sunfreckle is very happy-go-lucky. She likes to see the good in everything. More often than not, her emotions rule her. She tends to think from her heart, not her head. She struggles to understand others at times, but that is something she’s willing to practice. Sunfreckle is hard-working when she’s passionate about something, but tends to either forget or procrastinate about things she isn’t. Sunfreckle, being very peaceful, hopes to befriend everyone she can.
FUN FACTS ;
• She’s an early riser
• Blue is her favourite colour, and birdsong is her favourite sound
• To her, most other’s voices have a different colour, even if it’s subtle
DOMINANT TRAITS ; has random seizures at times, vocal and motor tics, protective, tends to be controlling, hates herself, adventurous, curious, ambitious
HOGWARTS HOUSE ; slytherdor
FEARS ; large bodies of water, drowning, losing all control, her seizures, abandonment, spiders
TRIGGERS ; the sea, mentions of Coalkit, being told she is a bad person,
PERSONALITY ; Peachswirl had always been an adventurous spirit, she had always looked for something to explore or learn. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, as they say. As she is adventurous, she is brave. Peachswirl isn't afraid to get her paws dirty--she quite enjoys it, actually. She can be defensive of her family and her Clan, and would give her life for them. Peachswirl is, for lack of a better word, obsessed with control. She lacks it in herself--she as a being is unpredictable and she is always uncertain as to what will happen next. Future planning is a must for her, and she preaches it to anybody who will hear. Some call her controlling and bossy, and yeah, she doesn't deny that. She feels like she is doing the right thing--her heart is in the right place, after all--but she can't seem to go about it the right way. Peachswirl tends to get irritable when others don't listen to her, and she absolutely hates being ignored.
HISTORY ; Peachswirl came to SummerClan before she could even remember--the daughter of Mintleaf and niece of Lemonspeckle. She grew up alongside her siblings believing Lemonspeckle was her father, not knowing of her WinterClan heritage. She grew curious about the world around her at a young age, and attempted to sneak out and explore countless times. For the first couple moons, she was a run-of-the-mill kit. And then her seizures started. It was sudden, on a sunny day, she had been anxious about something useless beforehand. After her first one, they never went away. And alongside it, she had these strange tics. She couldn't control anything, it was all spiraling downhill and she could do nothing to stop it. She felt stuck, and so she tried to regain it. Whether it be bossing around other people or suppressing these tics, they made her feel at least a little better for a short while. Peachswirl was worried she wouldn't be apprenticed, because of her ailments, but she was alongside the rest of her siblings. It was an accomplishment she thought, for a while, she wouldn't be able to achieve. MORE TBA
BIO ; From the moment Lemonspeckle brought Peachswirl and her littermates to SummerClan, she had been an adventurous spirit. Boundlessly youthful, Peachswirl is as sweet as her name implies. While she can be pessimistic at times, she loves her Clan like her family and would do almost anything for them. She can be protective and overly-controlling, she has a good heart and always tries to do the right thing. Peachswirl likes to have constant order and control in life. But it’s always a battle. She, as a being, is uncontrollable—with random tics and seizures and no predictability at all. It’s a constant battle with herself, one that seems to drag her down greatly. She has no control over herself and she hates that. She fears it.
FUN FACTS ; • Her favourite prey is rabbit
• She feels that she is a burden
• Her dream is to be leader one day
• She wonders who her mother is, but doesn't question
• She wants to travel as a loner one day
CURRENT THREADS ; None ATM
PLOT IDEAS ; • some brotherly bonding with blackberrypaw (and also maybe fatherly bonding because ah i love a happy family) • she makes a sort of rival? And they compete with each other constantly but one time she has a seizure or something and the rival actually helps her out and it's like a mutual "i care for you but still want to go up against you" y'know?
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DOMINANT TRAITS ; albino, very pale eyes that shine red in sunlight, only active at night, feels like an outsider, very motherly, constantly zoning out and daydreaming
HOGWARTS HOUSE ; gryffinpuff
FEARS ; losing her hearing, dying unaccomplished, loneliness, dogs, never leaving SummerClan, never having kits,
TRIGGERS ; others bringing up her bad sight, her looks, nighttime sounds
PERSONALITY ; Her head had always been in the clouds, her mind always wandering, never quite in reality. She always had a new dream not far behind. A new ambition. Of course, she rarely acted to complete these dreams. Where would she even start? She was a master procrastinator, and only really completed things when it was absolutely necessary. She isn't exactly proud of that fact. Cloudrunner can't exactly go in sunlight. It's harmful to her eyes, her skin, and it can be quite painful at times. She's one of the only nocturnal cats in SummerClan, and she completely feels like an outsider. She often battles with loneliness, and with nothing but her thoughts and the silent night for company they tend to manifest. She wishes she were different. She wishes a lot, dreams a lot, has so many ambitions and yet she does nothing. She tends to be a bit air-headed at times, mostly when it comes to her pride. She isn't much as prideful to herself as she is of her Clan, and will defend them with her life. She can often get into petty scraps over insults of SummerClan, but that is really the only time she is angry. Most of the time, she is caring and sweet and rather motherly.
HISTORY ; Cloudrunner found from a young age that she was not quite like others. She was often sick, and the sun always hurt her eyes. She was partially blind, unable to see more than a few mouse lengths in front of her. She stayed out of the sun mostly, quickly developing her nocturnal tendencies. That did not mean she avoided venturing out into the daylight. That actually happened quite often, but her parents were strict enough to enforce rules against going out in the day. It made her feel quite alone, and that feeling never went away. She was fearful of never being a normal apprentice, but in a strange act her own father became her mentor and taught her throughout the night. She was able to complete her training as any other apprentice would. She became a rather skilled warrior, but never really got a chance to use her skills.
BIO ; A sleek-furred, pale-eyed, albino molly probably isn’t the perfect fit for SummerClan. I mean, they’re known for their open, sunny territory. Her sensitivity to the sun causes Cloudhopper to spend most of her time hiding in the shade. She’s mostly active at night. She doesn’t mind this most of the time, but sometimes she wishes she could be a bit more normal. She tends to wish a lot. Cloudhopper has many ambitious, many daydreams, and many wishes. But, of course, she’s a major procrastinator. She always means to get things done, but she, more often than not, doesn’t do them. While she’s not the most reliable with simple tasks (and it seems her common sense seems to be a bit lacking), she is great at keeping secrets and is overall a trustworthy friend.
FUN FACTS ; • Her fur is silky soft and she takes great care of it
• Her favourite season is fall because it smells nice
• Her biggest dream is to move to NightClan
• She wishes to have kits one day
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PLOT IDEAS ; • She meets a cat from nightclan and they fall in love but they either leave or die before she can move into nightclan with them and she's all sad and stuff and ahh (bonus if they have kits and its extra sad)
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DOMINANT TRAITS ; physically can't feel pain, looks soft and rather innocent, irrational, sometimes thinks she's dead, regretful, has an obsession for violence, flirtatious, represses her emotions a lot, refuses to acknowledge her traumas and it's slowly eating at her, extremely light on her paws and very bouncy/floaty, many scars from all her dangerous adventures
HOGWARTS HOUSE ; slytherin FEARS ; never finding love, dying and not being able to feel it, herself, facing the past, causing someone she loves to die, losing her emotions
TRIGGERS ; blood, her scars, happy couples, the cold, mentions of death
PERSONALITY ; For as long as she could remember, she couldn't feel much. Which came in handy at times, but other times it felt like she was missing something. It was never a good feeling, and it never left. She had always envied others when they expressed their pain, always felt so separate. Her thirst for violence started after the attack, and it only ever grew. She puts on a confident front, but on the inside she is sad and regretful and hates everything about herself. Like most of her emotions, she represses them, pretends they don't exist, locks them in a little box and throws away the key. Larua tends to put herself in dangerous situations--intentionally or not. She craves a thrill, craves something to make her feel something. She is naturally curious, naturally willing to put her life on the line. The prospect excites her. She wants to make sure, time and time again, that she didn't die, to know that she isn't stuck. Larua is constantly moving, constantly watching life change and shift and grow. She wishes to go with it, to move on, but she can't let go of the past. Larua puts on mask after mask, based on what other want to see. She's a master of disguise. Her own emotions shift constantly, uncontrollably, and even as she tries to hide them they show themselves eventually.
HISTORY ; Larua doesn't remember much from the attack; she was quite young, and over time her memory blocked a lot of the details. She barely remembers the cat who took her in, helped her, and left. She wishes to find that cat some day. She was mostly left to her own devices after that, old and skilled enough to survive on her own. It got lonely after a long while, she caved in her own mind. Her self-destructive tendencies evolved, and it seemed almost every day she was a step closer to death. She began inflicting pain on prey when she was upset, and it grew from there. She grew to enjoy it, even if she regretted it later. Larua did eventually find Primal Instinct, like-minded individuals who would, mostly, accept her obsession with pain. It was refreshing, to be around a large group of cats, and she adapted quite well.
BIO ; She remembers blood, lots and lots of blood, but she doesn’t remember any pain. There was snow on the ground, she remembers, but she couldn’t feel the cold even as it froze her siblings. She couldn’t feel the warmth at her rescue. Larua didn’t feel anything, and that never changed. Still, she goes from day to day, mindlessly floating her way through existence in a surreal sort of way. She physically can’t feel, but by whatever god is out there she wants too. She wants to feel everything. From the deepest of wounds to the smallest of scratches. Her mind is all irrational thinking and self-destructive tendencies. Some would call her an adrenaline junkie, she would call herself experimental. Larua is willing to put herself in any situation at all to make her feel, to ensure that she didn’t die that day. Sometimes, she thinks she did. Sometimes, she believes she’s wondering a purgatory she cannot escape from. And being stuck scares her. But she tends to feed off fear.
Larua is an actress, she could be the damsel in distress or the villain in disguise. It all depends on those around her, the people she reads like open books. A smile is always playing on her lips, ranging from playful to sadistic to flirtatious. She’s a mixed bag of emotions, a spinning wheel of moods. She feels a missing piece, somewhere, and tries to fill it with anything she can. Love, mostly, but it always ends up in someone leaving. She fills that hole up with violence as well. She thinks it a fun game, to hurt others, to make them feel everything she can’t. Everything she wants. And at times she can’t control herself. Her light green eyes flash with a devilish delight that, in the dead of the night when she lays awake, she tends to regret. But not enough to stop altogether.
FUN FACTS ; • She's not very fond of the smell of blood
• She's an insomniac
• She really likes fish, and is quite a skilled fisher
• She has many scars from her dangerous expeditions
• She easily loses things
CURRENT THREADS ; None ATM
PLOT IDEAS ; • She actually finds someone to love and who loves her and they're actually happy together (BONUS if they like violence as much as she does) • Redemption sort of? She faces the past and begins to realize that she shouldn't really be hurting others, and sjhjjfhsf idk)
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