HONEYCREAM - pao
Flowers are meant to be marveled at, cared for, and cherished. Love, friendship, honor. Pain, infection, death. Such small things and yet they hold such large positions in the world. Life or death. Love or lose. Just a simple rose could tell a whole story based upon their color, whether their blooming or not, and what they’re paired with. It’s the little things. It’s things like clumsy paws, stuttered words, and awkward moments. Other times its romantic gestures, alone time, and stolen moments. Honeycream understands all of this, for he is all these things and more. A loner. An outcast. A romantic. A stuttering mess. A fool. And so much more. Many times, the tom has been found sprawled across the ground—whether from tripping over his own paws or items that litter his path—or causing too much noise while hunting that he can catch nothing. It is as though trouble has a means of finding him no matter where he goes or what he does, and putting him on his face in the process. A walking bad luck charm. There are times where he is as sweet as his name implies. Small, shy Honeycream will be the first to find the perfect flower or help another find that perfect flower to cheer someone up, to comfort them, or to express a feeling. For flowers and shy actions speak louder for him than words ever will. Pale cream and white fur can be found in a field of flowers sooner than out on a patrol or with others. He values his time alone, the time to marvel at the beauty before him and not have to utter a word. Flowers and bees can not judge for failure and mistakes like peers can. Honeycream has accepted his role in the clan, an unwanted mess. No one wishes to have the stuttering fool on their hunting patrol least he scare off all the prey. No one wants him on a patrol least he scrambles away in fear at the first signs of a fight. He is a pacifist, a flower child if you will. Emotional, supportive, and kind. Honeycream is not made for fights, but to settle conflict. To be the one to offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear to tell all your secrets. It has amazed most that he has survived as long as he has, especially when he wasn’t expected to survive kithood. But here he stands, surrounded by flowers and sweet scents. Blue eyes looking out in wonder at what the world has to offer. He is fine with his simple life, craves it even, for all he needs is a meaning. Things as simple as flowers and their meanings, stories to be heard and ears to tell them to, cuddles in a soft nest and with warm bodies. Moments where words, even stuttered ones, can mean the most. Where hearts are easily broken and slower to heal. It’s things like these that he lives for. The little moments in life.

BLOSSOMKIT hope - simplylight
Fluffy cream-colored fur coats a small, slender frame and two large baby blue eyes adorn her sweet face. Blossomhope is the middle child of Thistlestar and Beedust and the sibling of Berrysprout, Juniperhollow, Meadowsky, and Sunnysplash. She's an overly-kind, overly-former cat with a good deal of intelligence and respect. As a kit she often listened in on conversations her father had with the other warriors and would memorize the words and phrases spoken. Because of this, she is an incredible speaker and is good at coming up with plans. Blossomhope has a tendency to trust everyone even when she shouldn't, which unfortunately means she gets used and run over often. More to come as she is developed.
LITTERMATES: Berrysprout, Juniperhollow, Meadowsky, and Sunnysplash

BERRYSPROUT - neverforgotten.
Berrysprout should be strong, brave, formidable. But, truthfully, he hasn’t ever been worth much. The brown tom doesn’t much live up to his legacy. As the son of Thistlestar he feels as though he was born with a great weight on his shoulder. One he has never been able to handle. From the time he was old enough to understand how important Thistlestar was to SpringClan, Berrysprout has felt trapped. The warrior is proud to be the son of such wonderful cats but he feels as though he’ll fail them. It makes him nervous, worrisome. He knows he doesn’t project the pedigree he should, at times he even feels like the laughing stock of the clan. Of course, he isn’t. But for a scared cat with a heart of fear and anxiety every glance in his direction feels like a cruel joke.
LITTERMATES: Blossomhope, Juniperhollow, Meadowsky, and Sunnysplash

CHERRYPAW drop - luciferin
With the body of a dancing flame and a personality to match, Cherrydrop can be a bit of a pawful. Her amber eyes spark with mirth and mischief more often than not, and though her heart is in the right place her shenanigans get her in trouble more often than not. Her skills lie in dexterity and stealth, as her small form allows her to slip unseen through the tall grasses of their territory. She far prefers hunting to battling. If she had her way she would lounge around camp all day in the sun, sharing tongues and stories with her clanmates until the moon was high in the sky. Still, she is a loyal cat at heart and will do whatever her clan needs in order to prosper.

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WINTERBROOK - disasterB

A stark white coat, amber eyes, and quirky British accent draw attention to this tom, whether he wants it or not. In the night, when the moon is high and shadows are cast across the ground, Winterbook has a hard time trying to blend in with his fellow Clan-mates. His fur is also longer, with tufts peeking from the top of his ears. Because of this, he doesn't often enjoy swimming. Or rain. Or mud, or anything that clumps his pelt. While the persistent grooming often comes across as vain, Winterbrook just doesn't want his fur to tangle or mat. But... he can certainly be vain from time to time. In fact, he does have a tendency to turn his nose up at anyone who may suggest or force him into unnecessary situations where he could easily dirty his fur. Yes, of course he would listen to the demands of a higher-up, but any fellow warrior telling him to fetch something from the water will earn a prudent sneer from Winterbrook. Accompanying this dislike for dirt is an overall difficult personality to get along with. It's unsure where in Winterbrook's development where he adapted such a kittypet-like pompous attitude. None of his previous kin can be accounted for, so there isn't anybody to ask. However, even if Winterbrook has a tendency to whine for ten minutes about tearing a claw, he can still be a great friend, should one decide to put up with him long enough to consider him a friend. And, truth be told, he does enjoy company.

LUNARKIT (POEM)- pao
The moon is a poem. She speaks her words in a whisper, quietly to the stars around her. They whisper back in song, telling of stories long gone. She's seen it all, watched over the world in the night sky. She whispers to the lovers, the dreamers, the poem writers. A lunar sight with a story to tell. A moon so full and beautiful that she draws all eyes. But it is her words that are spoken that they do not hear. Poems that float by on the breeze, unanswered and ignored. Lunarpoem has been one of the few cats to listen to the poems told by the moon. Her pale, ice-blue eyes are closed to the world as she sits, listening to the world around her. She hears the laughter from the tree's leaves, the echo of the stream, and the poems from the moon herself. In her family, it is nothing new to love the world around them as she does. Her great-grandfather instilled that into them all, the call of the stars, the whispers fo the woods, and the poems of the night. Lunarpoem is no different. But her focus is on the night sky and the moon who whispers the best secretes. Being a quiet cat herself, this black she-cat finds peace in the comfort of the moon's light. Once she'd heard her first poem, she fell in love with them. She tends to speak in the style, thus confusing many around her and feeling outcasted. But her mother has shown her love and has learned her language. They understand finding the love in the sky and nature's light. To hear the voice of the world whispered to you in a poem of words. Sunrisemosaic raised her daughter well, and Lunarpoem is nothing short of a beauty who speaks in riddles and observes the world. Lunarpoem is a gift, quiet and blessed. Daughter of two brothers and the cat they loved, she may not remember the two toms, but she's heard their stories. And sometimes, she thinks she can hear their whispers in the night air.
LITTERMATES: Cosmicrose and Galaxypuzzle
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