DANGEROUSKIT / nemesis - euronymous
“Maybe I'll put it out in another life, but now the smoke is filling up my lungs” Dangerousnemesis is a large silver tabby she cat with pretty golden eyes. Her fur is short, which is a blessing because of the hot weather Summerclan cats are used to dealing with. Not one for personal reflection she tends to ignore and suggestions from other cats that think they may have an ideo of what it is she needs to change. Not only does she not tend to think about who she is or what she wants she has an affliction for not thinking at all. Dangerousnemesis has been known to leap into situations without thinking of consequences or what to do if something goes wrong. “And since the flames are getting higher, I'll embrace it 'til it's done.” She doesn’t run away from trouble unless running away is defined as “running head first into trouble” in which case she definitely runs away. Dangerousnemesis is stubborn and headstrong but her loyalty and humor are endearing and many cats enjoy her company because of it.
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MYSTIFIEDKIT / eyes 
“Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer” Mystifiedeyes has short black fur with white paws. She has a small frame, making her appear relatively unintimidating. Her eyes are an alluring light orange with darker orange closer to the pupils. Describing her as a “dreamer” may be the most accurate way you can. Her eyes are constantly filled with wonder at her surroundings, and her mind is always filled with daydreams about the future or even way could have been done different in the past. Mystifiedeyes has a gentle, caring nature and enjoys spending time with cats younger than her. She also enjoys hearing stories from cats older than her. She is patient and calm, allowing her to think relatively level-headedly in situations that may call for it.
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Oceanheart
- Hals
Like the ocean, which is wild and free, Oceanheart stays true to her namesake. This free-spirited she cat is independent and self-sufficient. Growing up on her own taught her that she cannot rely on any one but herself. When Oceanheart became a part of Summerclan, it tested this side of her. She disliked the idea of others helping her but thrived with the idea of being able to provide for those around her. Selfless and strong-willed, she flourished being apart of something larger than herself though she remains independent. Oceanheart is not a closed off she-cat. She is open yet guarded till she knows she can truly trust someone. Once they earn her trust, she is fiercely loyal and loving. She has a bit of a playfulness to her as well, perhaps from when she could not afford to be so open with other. Once one gains her loyalty, Oceanheart is the type of friend they will have for life.

[Warrior]

WHISPERINGWHISPER - starlight
A small black she-cat with yellow eyes. Mute since birth, you can bet Whisperingwhisper's mother named her for her defect. And in extention, her Clan as well. Whisperingwhisper is not only quiet in the lack of words, but also in her steps. A silent hunter and an ambush assassin. Whisperingwhisper tends to keep to herself as she found out at a young age that no one likes a mistake. 
Warrior

SUN-KIT/RISE - Firepool
A cat full of potential, Sun-Rise tries to be the best at everything. To do the right thing, even if others don't think it is. He strives to provide for his Clan and upholds the laws of his home. He was born in New-leaf to two warrior's who soon after his birth, died fighting off a couple of badgers on a hunting trip together. Sunrise was the only kit born to them and became an orphan, to be raised by the Clan Queens. As a kit he practices his hunting and battle moves, trying as much as he could to began his journey as a warrior and to learn early. Other's think that he pushes himself to much, and that is true. As he grows up he pushes him to a breaking point, and doesn't stop until he is fully satisfied with himself. He eats last and takes care that every cat eats first before himself. He will put himself first in a battle to protect his clanmates, forsaking his own lif for them to live. A few times he was close to death, and has multiple scars to show it. He is loyal to SummerClan and the Warrior Code. No one knows if he will live to have a mate or kits, but they hope that he will. His only thought is caring for his Clan and making sure the cats in stay alive, as for himself, he doesn't care, but he does have potential, so there is hope for him yet to change or rather soften his ways.
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RAMBELLOW - speckled_starlight 
A large brown tabby tomcat with yellow eyes. He has splashes of white on his chin, chest, underbelly, paw tips and tail tip. An attack first, ask questions later type of tomcat. Rambellows thickheadedness has earned him more scrutiney than praise. He is quick to judge other cats and extremely vocal about his criticism. But at the end of the day, Rambellow only spits out what he's heard directed at him his entire life. All Rambellow needs is to relearn how to veiw the world. All he needs to do is give love a chance to work it's healing magic.
Warrior

FISHERKIT / pounce - Whitemuzzle
One of four kits found by Whisperingwhiser, Fisherpounce is the youngest and most playful. He has a mischievous streak that would make any queen shutter. Fortunately he outgrew a lot of that as he aged but he still enjoys a good joke. Being spontaneous, he likes to do things on the spur of the moment rather than planning things out which can sometimes lead him into trouble. He’s always had a sense of adventure and a generally happy-go-lucky attitude. With that said, Fisherpounce is fun to be around. He sports a reddish brown tabby coat which enhances his bright green eyes. His front right paw is white and he has a white tipped tail. (Brothers – Wolfheart and Wolverinesnap, Sister – Cougarscream)
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BATFLOWER - Turtlenoir
A warm friendly black tom that looks like he was dipped in smoked ash, with a pale pink nose standing out against the darkness of his fur. His dipped in golden honey that are as warm as the summer sun. His love of flowers coming from his fathers Doestar and Shadedstar. In his youth a flower could be seen tucked behind one of his ears, but as he grew older and became a Garden Keeper than apart of the Red Guard. He stuck to just waking up early and scenting his fur with different floral notes as a daily ritual. Batflower is a gentle motherly soul full of smiles, jokes and the unconditional support for his clanmates and friends. Hoping to shower those around with love and happiness. Sometimes plastering on a fake smile to hide the pain and loneliness that he suffers from. In his youth he was forced to face the realities of life. Depression and anxiety bubbling under the surface ready to slip through the cracks at a moments notice. The first moment of reality was losing his childhood friend Venuskit who understood him and his love of flowers. His father Doestar honoring the memory of his friend created the Garden Keepers. Batflower knew his dream was to become a Garden Keeper. Determined he trained hard to become a well rounded warrior, but also a Garden Keeper his dream position. Along with the lost of his childhood friend he lost his siblings Foxkit/trot, Lilykit/dawn, and Applekit/cloud at a young age to illness. Shortly after the deaths of his siblings his family began to fall apart. His father Ghoulstar vanished from Winterclan and has yet to return. His father Doestar got hit by a Monster on the Thunderpath, only for a moon later his other father Shadedstar/sun to die on the same Thunderpath. His relationship with his only surviving parent and father Bijou is a tense. While he subconsciously knows that there is nothing Bijou could have done. He blames him for not protecting his siblings and other parents.

Garden Keeper (since I don’t think he can be a Red Guard anymore since my lame self forgot the AC 🤦🏻‍♀️ )


QUIETMEADOW - Turtlenoir

Small, darker cream pelt bathed with rosy hues of the last evening dusk. The only black appearing fading away on her face, paws and creeping up her legs. Staring out of the dark mask on her face are striking teal eyes. Quietmeadow is a bit of a walking disaster. Trip over a tree root, stumbling into a thorn bush, fall into a hole. She has a tendency to be very forgetful and get lost when she goes out hunting. That is how she fell in love with the Summerclan leader Fairystar or so it is assumed. Their love story began with her tripping while hunting. A twisted paw he helped her limp back to camp. It was love at first site. They were the prized couple that seemed so in love. Fairystar would move mountains for her, but she was not faithful to him. An argument in the woods regarding her infidelity and the dark past she escaped from led to her and her lover murdering her mate Fairystar. After returning with her children her calm and kind personality is nothing but a mask to fool others. Playing the role of a grieving mate. Is now keeping her past a secret, a appears a lot less innocent than she pretends to be.

warrior

SOFTALMOND - turtlenoir
A soft-furred cream, brown and white tom with gentle brown eyes. He was originally born under the name Almondkit. He grew up with his siblings Walnutshell, Pistachiogaze, Cashewsprig, Pecanthorn. They were abandoned in Summerclan at a young age. Growing up it was clear Softalmond was different. He was timid, softly-spoken, and mostly a gentler soul. This earned him the name Softalmond when he became a warrior. He taught himself how to fish and how to swim. Swimming is one of his favorite past times and he spends most of his time at the beach or in the streams. He has a major flaw when it comes to him being a warrior. He is afraid of mice. He refuses to go near them and will run away from one unless someone else kills it for him
. If there is a mouse in the freshkill pile he refuses to go near it until its been removed or will make another warrior go fetch him a different piece of prey.
warrior

CLOUDTHROAT - turtlenoir
Small pale grey she-cat with a white chin and throat and dark blue eyes. She has a lot of insecurities mostly about her height and her appearance. She is constantly grooming her fur to make sure it is as near perfect as she can get. Growing up she was a bully. Putting others down so she could feel better about herself. She has a irrational fear believing that she is ugly. She is slightly embarrassed of her sister Gentlethief, and having to dig her sister out of her troubles. Cloudthroat does have a hobby. She loves spiders and likes to collects them in a hollow of a tree near camp. When they inevitably leave, she cries and always takes it personally, thinking it was her fault they abandoned her.
warrior


GENTLETHIEF - turtlenoir
Black and white she-cat with narrow amber eyes; precisely what it says on the tin - a sweet-natured kleptomaniac. She trespasses on other clans’ territories and steals anything she finds pretty; the rest of the clan knows and doesn’t mind, because every few months when she has enough. She sets up a little store any place she deems fit for cats to trade for her goodies. She is selfless and big-hearted, a little strange in the best way. Chooses not to speak a whole lot, just very good at staring unnervingly and maybe gnawing on her leg (or yours).
warrior

SKYKIT / JOURNEY - turtlenoir
'Where did you come from? "From far away" You seemed to answer, without answering. You were in a world that I know nothing of.' You stared out at the world with glassy yellow eyes. Your muzzle came out too far, and your ears are far too big for you and look like they'll fall off. Your dark brown coat bled black like the night sky. Your mood seemed to flip at the drop of a hat, you'd never seemed to be able to follow anything. When something caught your attention, your focus was gone. We always worked hard to get it back. You could never look me in the eye. Those eyes were always pointed upwards and beyond. You wanted to know everything, about all the other clans as much as you could. Even if it did get you in trouble, or hurt, you didn't care. You pursued that dream so easily. 'Where are you aiming for? "Far away" Your answer pointed to the sky.' For all the times you were confused by your siblings, you never let your aggression show in your voice. You pressed onward. Despite all the worries and insecurities. That smile of yours with no hesitation, I couldn't help but be jealous of.
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SEASPRAY - circle
There is a wildness not easily tamed, something one can bottle up and take home but will never truly be able to capture the essence of. The sea is a force of nature that is both beautiful and perilous. Seaspray was named after the sea, embodies the sea. Wild and open with an unpredictable ruthlessness to her. She is kind to those that show her the proper respect but devastating to those who scorn her. Prideful she holds a sharp tongue that is not curbed when she is provoked. Silver tabby fur and light eyes she is build for speed and is swift in her retribution both in and outside of combat. Seaspray is a she-cat who rolls with the flow but is not afraid to swallow all of those who dare to challenge her place in the clan and in the world itself.

EUROPIUMKIT / RIGOR - circle
Her pale eyes are wide with a softness to them that makes one peer down their nose at her. Judging her small build and less than impressive presence and writing her off as just one among many. But kindness can be weaponized and deceit hidden so easily behind softly spoken words. There is none that can so expertly manage to humiliate others with just a soft spoken concern and worrying inquiry as Europiumrigor can. Soft silvery coat and white paws so peerless some whisper to themselves, truly a kind soul others sigh. Her reactive temper so deeply hidden with a skill built up from tolerating her horrible mother Periodictoxin. She stands behind her siblings, lets herself fade from the forefront of others thoughts and pulls strings to undermine those she dislikes and twist those she needs to. For many she is the soft spoken daughter of a rather terrible she-cat, the supportive sister of her two litter-mates. While she thinks of boiling away others fur and gnawing on their bones when her anger boils, so eager to prove to those that look down at her that she is anything but a naive she-cat easily dismissed. But her strength cannot be found in confrontation so it sneaks by others notice until they are choking on closing airways and thinking of the sweet kind she-cat who offered them a bite of her prey. In just that moment considering that she didn't eat any herself. Not that she would ever do such a thing of-course! She's a sweet little thing, everyone says so.

Sorry for the delay! You all are added!