FABLEDFLAME - woof
Grab a pint, share a laugh; Fabledflame's picking up the tab. He stands in the smack center of the universe at all times, regaling comrades with his tales and telling of travesties and conquers alike. His warmth is gravitational-- with eyes more verdant and lush than a prize-winning lawn, a deeply mystic viridian, and his coat of threaded fire and pristine white. He's alluring, magnetic, dashingly handsome. His words are fluid, slicked by a slight accent. His stance poised, practiced until refined. But his lies are richer than thieves gold. Fabledflame spins a sordid tale of misery and betrayal; he recounts the legend of his life, of his crumbled kingdom and ensuing struggle for survival, and he looks grimly back at whoever's listening, remarking that it was StarClan's will for him to come to the clans. What he doesn't say is his story is stolen: The only throne he's ever sat upon was a throne of lies and his crown one of thorns.
Warrior

ORCHIDPAW / drop - xxsunlight
Orchiddrop is remembered as the badly wounded apprentice that arrived in Summerclan territory with her sister in tow. Her past is something she rarely talks about- what is there to say? She saved her sister from a pair of rogues, but saw the mutiliation of her parents in response. She arrived with her face torn open and her voice stifled by horror and trauma. Her gift for fighting was discovered after her healing was complete, but it only served to drive a deeper wedge between her and her sister, Rosethorn, who wanted desperately to fight but was relegated to Garden Keeper after she found that she broke down at the first indication of pain or death. Orchiddrop is a solemn, shy she-cat, haunted by memories of her past, even as she is commended for her strength and fighting abilities. This long-furred, snowy she-cat can often be found in the gardens, reflecting or thinking ahead, or pushing through strained conversations with her sister, whom she still loves deeply. Underneath her quiet exterior, she is a sympathetic and understanding friend, loyal to the bone. But it takes a lot to get past her guarded blue gaze, past her self-consciousness and doubts. A capable warrior but a wounded soul, Orchiddrop takes the route of safety and solitude instead of vulnerability.

warrior training

SPLASHPAW / whisper - nightstrike (Garden-keeper training)
Splashpaw is a small, reserved she-cat. Her fur is sleek and gray with a blue tint to it as if they were clouds, along with blue eyes that seem to have a glint of the sea to them. Her chest and belly fluff has soft white fur, including the tip of her tail, where there are two strokes of cotton colored fur there. Her ears are quite small, with no ear tuft among them. She doesn't mean any harm, and when she does the smallest mistake she feels terrible and utterly embarrassed. Splashpaw tries her best and overworks herself, even though she doesn't try to. She is fairly well at hunting and fighting, though she doesn't do it often. She finds shells and crabs very interesting, and she really enjoys flowers, too. In fact, she even has a place by the shore where she keeps a collection of her favorites, which she views and grows the pile in her spare time. Along with that, she enjoys watching the sunset over the horizon each day,plus feeling and smelling the fresh, cool, salty air wash against her fur. She goes by the shore to think to herself and unwind. Splashpaw does not have any siblings. Her father is strict on her and her mother died in from cancer when she was still a kit, hence why she wants become a garden keeper. Splashpaw has no friends right now, as she is too shy to really talk to anyone but herself. Splashpaw has no mentor at the moment.

So sorry to re add these characters for like the millionth time.


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 (you can add him as a garden keeper since I totally keep missing 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 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

SKYPAW / 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.
apprentice ?

MOLEKIT / mound - strawberrycupid
Molemound was born with the chubbiest cheeks that you always wanna pinch. The short and simply brown tabby pelt you just wanna run your hands through. And a tiny stump of a tail like his mom's that some can't help but boop on the way past him. And Molemound will always squeak in embarrassment when you do. Because after moons of cats doing it, he keeps forgetting they will. He was born to Poppymask and Ratstar, and even though his other siblings look quite a bit different than their father, Molemound never doubted it for a second. I mean, they were both brown. What more could you ask for? That's the kind of simple thinking he's prone too. If it's easier to figure something out in fewer steps but not think about it critically, that's the path he will take. He's not dumb, but he's not exceptionally smart either. Molemound's talent seems to be just attracting people to his presence. Intentionally or otherwise. He doesn't particularly stand out, he's just the kind of guy that is hard to hate. Everything he does has such earnest kindness behind it, as if he always has the right reason behind it. Or whatever reason he's been lead to believe. Since Molemound is so trusting in others and they find him trustworthy, it's easy for you to make him a pawn in your game. And he won't really mind. Maybe the forgetfulness was hereditary from his real father, Undeadecho. But Molemound has an ear for details, able to recite a conversation line by line. A perfect mole for anyone who needs one.
kit

AZALEAKIT / bloom - lavellan
Doubt is a constant companion, always lingering just below the surface. It's there with every word, every action, casting shadows over every little thing. Did that twitch mean they were lying, or what about that glance? Everyone lies, after all, so you've got to constantly be on the lookout for even the smallest of white lies. How can you believe what anyone says, even when your gut tells you that your own existence is a lie? Said to be born to Poppymask and Ratstar, Azaleabloom always doubted that the tom was her true father. Her and her siblings look nothing like the leader, and the way that Poppymask acted was suspicious enough. The seeds of doubt had been planted since early on, causing Azaleabloom to doubt every word spoken to her. Headstrong and emotion driven, it's a wonder that she hasn't uttered anything about these doubts, but perhaps the way her fawn-colored eyes narrow is enough of a giveaway. It's not just her words that are spontaneous, but her actions, as well. She's so strongly stubborn, refusing to even admit about her slowly deteriorating vision in her right eye. So many traits that are dangerous to both her and those around her, and it doesn't help that it seems as if Azaleabloom knows no fear for what her actions will bring. With a long, flowing white pelt with patches of cream on her chest and back, and her small, tuft ears, she shares much more resemblance to her mother, Poppymask, subtle as it is. Perhaps her family bonds are the only thing that she doesn't doubt, but who's to say just how long her trust will hold. It is a thing to be earned, after all, and who will really put in the effort to earn it?
kit

BUGKIT / bite - turtlenoir

A medium-length grey pelt that can sometimes be so light in the sun that it's mistaken for white fur and jet-black tabby stripes that run all of the way along his body. His eyes are green with a mossy tone. He’s kind of the strange one out of his siblings that many tend to avoid him. He keeps random bugs as pets and even tried to pet a bee when he was very young. He doesn’t have a great handle on his emotions and tends to act out if he doesn’t get his way or he disagrees. One of his common traits that will later lead to his warrior name. Is that his reaction to another talking bad about his father, mother, siblings or even Summerclan. That cat might receive a random bite to their tail. Not hard enough to draw blood or injury but enough to get his point a cross. Another thing is Bugbite dislikes talking and public speaking. To converse with others he tends to sticks to one word answers or broken speak, or even just dramatic body movements.

This is Bugkit in a nutshell. He will 100 percent get a better more updated bio in the coming days when I’m not flying by the seat or my pants because of my college classes.

Added!

IRIDESCENTKIT shot - woof
His skin isn't the only thing sensitive about him, Iridescentshot sporting a set of wavering eyes streaked pink from all the crying he did as a kit (according to his siblings). His white pelt would be underlaid by a similar hue if it weren't for the way it becomes red with irritation, scorched by the sun, which is all the more reason he believes he's infected with some terminal illness. He's in a constant state of fear for his doomsday and awaits the day his eyes start bleeding and his skin peels off, and despite his good-natured demeanor, he's selfish enough to try to condemn his clanmates to the same fate, just so he isn't alone.
Kit

PIKEKIT jaw - woof
A tabbied gold pelt blends into a pair of charming golden eyes akin to warm honey. He's the happy-go-lucky sort and a known smooth talker, a trait which he definitely inherited from his father, but Pikejaw is haunted by an anxiety that Goldenshadow doesn't feel and that his clanmates may never see. To any who don't know him, he's the hardworking son of a hardworking warrior, with an equally hardworking brother; but beneath his sunny facade, he lives in fear knowing that his days are numbered and life as he knows it will one day change drastically.
Kit