BEEDUST - nostalgic (bringing her back c:)
When those you trust betray you, you tend not to trust anyone. Beedust is a firecracker with a simple philosophy: skill the bull and tell it as it is. Though she is unfailingly upfront and genuine, she has a lot of issues trusting others, especially authority figures. This is left over from her past- she grew up in a loner group, believing she was an orphan who had been taken in. However, as she grew up and her relationship with the leader of the group, Jay, deepened, she began to learn the truth. Only by accident did she learn the final bombshell- Jay had had her parents killed in a territory dispute, and she had been taken in out of pity. Infuriated, Bee left rather than exact her revenge, though she worried that Jay would come after her. For her own safety she joined Springclan, more out of necessity than desire. She doesn't mind being part of the clan, but she doesn't quite get along with most cats and thinks their traditions are strange. Beedust is a talented hunter and fighter, and is small and lean from spending most of her day out of camp. Her small frame is cloaked with a short ginger pelt, paired with her rich honey eyes. Mistrustful and opinionated, Beedust takes pride in the fact that while not everybody may like her, nobody can claim she isn't trustworthy.

Is it okay if I add an apprentice? Her sister is an apprentice right now

FROSTEDPAW (SEA) - lost
Frostedsea is a gorgeous she-cat with a pelt of snow white. Scattered about her pelt are patches of silver, and her eyes, ears, and tail are a dark, charcoal gray. Her eyes, as bright as clear blue ocean waves, are inquisitive and curious above a light pink nose. Frostedsea is a brilliant she-cat, wise beyond her moons. She questions everything and always searches for the answers on her own. She is a strong and brave fighter, volunteering for battle when it will help her clan. When she was only two moons old, Frostedsea, her siblings, and her mother, all nearly dead, came to SpringClan after having been attacked by a dog. Her mother, Lavendersprig, had managed to save her kits, although her mate was killed defending their family. Frostedsea, though too preoccupied with life’s mysteries, wishes that she could be half as brave and as selfless as her mother had been so many moons ago. Starting out as the runt of her litter, Frostedsea surprised everyone when she began surpassing others during apprenticeships and becoming the strong warrior she is today. She is definitely made of leader qualities, having a calm head in a crisis and a soothing voice when it feels that the world is falling down. She is kind and gentle with all of those who need it, though stern and commanding when rules must be followed. She upholds the warrior code and praises StarClan, knowing that they guided her to her beloved SpringClan where she found her true calling as a warrior. She spends her days patrolling and hunting for her clan, and her nights prowling after the hidden truths of the big, amazing world around her. She sleeps little but her energy is never diminished. She is a force to be reckoned with, a shoulder to cry on, and a helping hand when needed. Her laugh is infectious, brightening even the stormiest of days.

Mentor:

LEAFKIT (TANGLE) - lost
Life started stormy and cold for Leaftangle. He was born to two loners who had no right to be parents, and yet there he was. He was whisked away immediately by his father, his sister being left with their mother. Leaftangle’s father was neglectful and abusive, and the young tom has many scars to prove it, not that anyone had ever doubted him after he was found in SpringClan, bloody, starved, and his fur so matted and dirty, the color was unrecognizable. Weak and close to death, Leaftangle had finally found the courage to flee his father at three moons old. After a particularly scarring encounter, his shoulder torn with new scars, Leaftangle fled after his father had fallen asleep. He wandered, stumbling on his paws, for an entire day, before collapsing in SpringClan territory. Unbeknownst to the tom, his sister, suffering just as bad a fate, had been abandoned in FallClan around the same time by their mother, and grew up to be the warrior Hazelbranch. Despite his rough start in life, Leaftangle has made the most of his new destiny as a Clan cat. Although he turned out better than his father, his abuse left permanent scars on Leaftangle, and not just physically. Leaftangle is often skittish, flighty, and nervous. In the heat of battle, however, these insecurities disappear and he becomes the bravest of warriors. He would fight tooth and claw for his clan, and is loyal to his bones. He feels lucky that he even has a clan to call his own. Leaftangle is a lean tom, his neglect leaving him to never put much weight on his bones. His medium-long fur makes him look larger than he is. His pelt is a light ginger with tabby markings, his stomach, chest, and paws white. A white strip travels up his nose, stopping just between his soft, blue gaze. He is quite soft-spoken and prefers quality over quantity when it comes to friends. He is always surprised when someone speaks to him first, but it warms the lonely ache in his heart.

Littermates: Hazelkit (however she is in a different clan so probably not relevant! ha)

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.
Warrior

SWALLOWBELLY - pao
Swallows are known for being quick and their agility similar to bats. This cat is no different. Swallowbelly is fast, agile, small. His ears are small, rounded and always perked up in search of prey. Mice are not safe from this tom, no matter how quick they are! Eyes the color of grass with hints of blue help him hide in the tall grass of his territory and catch his favorite prey. Swallowbelly is as free as a bird, constantly running to and fro finding pleasure in the breeze coursing through his fur. Tawny brown fur dusted with white resembles a mouse, but he was named for the swallow for his agility and constant movement as a kit. Swallowbelly is fidgety with a low attention span. Just like how he always needs to move, this tom can barely keep his attention on one thing or another. Flighty, fidgety, and free this tom is a happy cat with joy flowing from his body. He can feel laughter in his belly and joy in his heart. While his mind may wander and his paws constantly twitch, his heart is the same joyful thing he was as a kit.
Warrior

SPIDERBRANCH - pao
Limbs thin and long, eyes piercing and bright, Spiderbranch is a strange cat to look upon. He lives up to the eerie name of Spiderbranch with his long fangs and longer limbs, fur a dark brown with crisscrosses of black and eyes so yellow they could belong to an owl. Anger constantly courses his thin form, ruffling the short hairs on his body and making his bite more poisonous than before. The littlest thing can set him off, like commenting on his hunting skills or calling him old. Once angered beware, he'll strike quickly and without warning whether with words or fangs depends on the offence. Spiderbranch is not just anger, he's loving and devoted. It's not something you'd expect from him but he loves wholeheartedly with his whole being and nothing less. This tom has known love only a few times in his life, but they all believed him too much and left him. Heartbroken, he shied away from all, becoming grumpy and old with age. Soured by life, he lives alone. One day, maybe with enough hope and prayers, he could find one to love him as he is. For the grumpy, angry, loving, devoted tom he has always been.
Storyteller

IVORYZENITH - strawberrycupid
"i only wish i had such eyes... to be able to see nobody" The white king stands tall at the end of his chessboard. And there’s no reason for him not to. He is the most important piece on the board, the one that cannot be captured at any cost. The one the pawns fall to protect. But even with every life falling in front of him, Ivoryzenith knows he can not protect any of them. Even in the face of certain defeat, he is always saved by the same person. If you asked him how he got so lucky with such a beautiful queen, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He’s still in awe of her every single day. Still chases after her every day, even though he is so far behind. Ivory makes up for it as much as he can. He can’t help but be protective of his other royal cast members and sometimes treat them like children. Sometimes his overwhelming kindness gets in the way, it leads to him being easily taken advantage of. His overly serious nature gets him a few laughs, when everyone’s metaphors and speakings go over his head. But not Silverscepter’s. Everything about her enchants him. He can only hope to one day be able to stand next to her on his own laurels, own abilities. Adorned with short white fur and amber eyes like gold, he continued to stand proud. Ready to be moved at her will.
Warrior

CREATUREPAW - jadie
A black tom with kaleidoscope eyes. His fur is vantablack and apt to swallow all light that touches it. If not for his eyes, which hold innumerable shifting colors, he could easily be confused with the void. Creaturecrawl comes across as rather mysterious and charming, with a soft accent lilting the ends of his words; however, underneath that beauty and magnificence there is a terror waiting to be unleashed. He is a deadly tom with wicked obsidian claws and unusually long canine teeth. He fights like a cat wounded, twisting and turning at odd angles, contorting himself as if his own body were liquid. To many, he is a monster, impulsive, unpredictable; to others, he is nothing more than a big goof who is apt to trip over his own feet. Pure nonsense. A walking contradiction. He can be petulant but is slow to anger. He is cantankerous but does not often complain. This tom has the tendency to make up new words and use them as if they are common-tongue. He wants to unsettle you. He wants to make you feel uncomfortable, dim-witted, frustrated. A cry in terror, a nervous laugh, he receives these reactions much like how you feel gratification when someone likes your thread or sends you a compliment. Creaturecrawl is an uncanny tom with a knack for mischief and a thirst for blood: He is probably rotten to the core but could maybe be your best friend? You can't quite pin him down and that's just how he likes it.
Mentor: Your pick

OWLETKIT (CALL) - owletcall
Owletcall is a she-cat with dusty brown and white fur blending together, with a tad spot of orange-brownish-grayish hue and bright yellow eyes.
Owletcall is named after her fur and after her way of speaking. Even as a kit she showed that she can talk professionally, politely and understandingly, creating a good impression and encouraging actions to be taken. She tries to be professional in everything. She tries as a kit to think like a Leader would and put it into action. Owletcall upholds the laws, obeys StarClan and the camp rules. She is seen as a Leader among the kits, the one everyone goes to when they need advice or help, unless it is breaking the Warrior code, she will help. Those who do break the code, find themselves in deep trouble with the Queens and higher-ranking members of the Clan, due to her keeping tabs and reporting. Everyone thinks that she could end up one day being Leader of the Clan, but that is a long way away. For now, she will act as a leader and be the eyes, ears, and mouth for the Queens, helping to make sure that the kits are behaving. Owletcall was born into Springclan on November/30/2019 at dawn (12:00 AM) to two ex warrior's, Otterlight, her Mother and Oakfall, her Father, who left the Clan after they got really sick with Black-Cough.

(I will add more as she moves up in rank.)

OTTERSPLASH - Delrowe
Her appearance is plain…ordinary, even. She is of average size and her dusty brown pelt is kept smoothed down as much as she can manage. Her eyes are a dull yellow, much like the color of a wilting sunflower. She is many moons older than her actual age. Ottersplash’s life has been a busy one. She didn’t have much of a kithood. She grew up fast to be able to raise her siblings from multiple litters. She was always the responsible one and the one left in charge when her mother was out messing around with every tom in the forest. Why didn’t she leave? It was her mother, and her brothers and sisters needed her. From the lack of care from their mother, her siblings left one by one; most finding homes with the two-legs and a few choosing the clan life. When there were no more kits to raise, Ottersplash finally worked up the courage and decided to leave her mother behind. After several moons, she finally found SpringClan where she became the resident babysitter. Her role as a queen is perfect for her and she loves every minute of it. Ottersplash is a soft-hearted she-cat who doesn’t enjoy fighting and she has two left paws when it comes to hunting so she had to find a way to provide for the clan. She has aged now but she isn’t out of the game quite yet. She has become the sweet old lady who tells grand stories and plays tirelessly with all the children.
KITS: none, will be a caretaker

Queen! <3

ELEGANTTERROR - circle
What are wings when their feathers are plucked off by the eager wicked children of fate. They are nothing more than useless ornaments that weight down those who could once fly, reminders towards the cruelty of a world they were born into. A world where escape was never an option that they were graced with. Dreams carried on lofty wings left to be buried by the tumbling waste of broken promises and lost chances. Fields with flowers as far as the eye could see, nurtured under a bright sky of possibilities, buried under desserts of death and bone. Where homes are things built within skeletons and loyalties are won with blood. There is no softness in this place brought by broken tattered wings. No remembrance towards the days of bright open skies and soft fields of flowers. Remembering those days would only bring weakness and fragility into a place that can no longer support such failings. A place where one will gnaw off their own leg to escape any further shackles. A place inhabited by Elegant-terror. A duchess who once ruled with brilliant wings that carried wondrous dreams for an even brighter future. Now a ruler of none, barley in control of her own fate tugged as she is in separate directions. Only herself does she serve now, others left out to hang if there is no value to be found within them. For what use is it to associate with those who will only scorn her later. All former charm has been squeezed from her, leaving only a stern and severe she-cat with eyes like chips of rock for all they express. Nervous aggression seems to plague here torn between two avenues of possible action. Rippling along her pelt and leaving her in a constant state of unease, covered by the front of a voluble warrior untouchable by those who wish her harm. This inborn cruelty and mercilessness is a disease that has fully settled itself within her, having worked itself into place around her heart. Never hindered by potential ignorance towards others situations or intentions. Elegant-terror will rip apart any that approaches unless they have proven to be worth something to her in that moment. At times she grows distant, as if not all there within herself. In these times she can be fleetingly kind, gentle, and and friendly. Open to caring about others for these brief moments where she seems overtaken by some other cat the might still exist within herself. These fleeting episodes are made all the more painful when her crueler personality surfaces right after. Often bringing others to thing they hallucinated their whole peaceful interaction with her. For Elegant-terror lives up to her name, and to not find difficulty interacting with her is a strange thing indeed.

kits : vintagekit

queen/warrior (none of her kits have been added yet so not sure she should be in the nursery quite yet?)