ROO!
With his dapper coat, warm smile, and affable nature, Roo is a rustic charmer and hard to resist. At seven years old, Roo has loved a longer life than most warriors ever will, but his easy lifestyle left him more optimistic, not jaded; he has a bright outlook on the world and is convinced that anyone can grow to be a better cat if they put in the right effort. He spent the first few years of his life as a kittypet, as evidenced by his kitten-soft paw pads and flawless close-crossed coat, unbroken by scars or blemishes. The hardest stone he ever had to walk on was the tiling around the warm fireplace he used to curl up in front of while he snoozed the day away. One day, he departed suddenly; to hear him tell it, he simply recognized the call of a bigger world that might have a use for him, and he set off to discover his purpose in the world. Roo is simple and honest, always polite, and his smile never stays defeated for long. Even when he makes a fool of himself, which is quite often, he's more than willing to laugh it off and move on. Roo likes to get along with others, he likes to see them happy, and he'll make any compromise to see it happen, even if it comes at a greater cost. Sometimes he has a hard time seeing the big picture; how can he focus on what's good for the clan as a whole when the cat in front of him is suffering? He likes to dispense bits of wisdom as well, silly little analogies and parables that most cats are certain he made up on the spot, or else are nonsense kittypet sayings. He doesn't have much real-life experience with fighting the hard battles like a warrior, and it shows, but he's more than happy to listen to everyone else's input, even if he does not often act upon it. Roo has his own ideas from back home and even if his ways are a little different, he does not think they are wrong. As far as fresh starts go, this is not a bad one, and he's happy to be along for the ride. Roo is a rusty snowshoe with a cream underside and a darker mask.
Roleplayed by Cleaver

Rank: Warrior
Mate: Single (Unavailable)
Sexuality: Aroace

MOTHKIT! bow
A large she-cat with broad shoulders and gray-and-white fur, Mothbow was the youngest of her litter, but she's far bigger than her tiny brother Ant-thistle. She's Lovearrow's daughter, headstrong and confident, and often bickers with her spitfire little brother, especially when he tries to order her around. Their relationship is built on love, though; she bullies him for his size and he tries to make her listen to him because he's older, and in the end they'll always come back to trusting each other. Though she knows she's bigger than her brother, she just seems to think he's small, because she tends to get stuck in unfortunate situations after underestimating her height. It isn't uncommon to find her stuck between some rocks or tangled in thorns she tried to slip through.
Roleplayed by Cleaver

Rank: Kit


TURTLEKIT! skip
A calliby she-cat with big green eyes and lots of soft, white fur. She gets told all the time that she seems familiar but she has never been able to figure out why, although the truth is that she strongly resembles her grandmother Foxstar, especially in her face and the slant of her eyes. She couldn’t be more different than the old SunClan High Priestess, however. Turtleskip’s the smallest of her siblings and also the most shy. She would much rather spend one-on-one time with someone than hanging out in a group and her favorite hobbies are swimming and sunbathing. She spends a lot of time with her mother because she feels most comfortable with her, but her true colors shine whenever anyone mentions going to a lake or river, as she has a tendency to skip toward any body of water in excitement. Her parents are Ophelia and Steepfall and her siblings are Stumblestep, Ravenleap, and Mistcrawl.
Roleplayed by Cleaver

Rank: Kit

WINDBLADE
Windblade puts honesty and loyalty first. No matter the impossibility of both at once. This frustrating trait is also their greatest strength. Windblade holds faith that any cat can be redeemed. Any enemy turned an ally. In looks, they have red tabby stripes and a bluish-silver undercoat with striking yellow eyes. Thick short fur and a long tail accompany this coloring. They are quite unique and lovely to behold. A fundamentally honest cat, she struggles with uncomfortable moral choices. Forcing them to compromise those principles can leave them withdrawn and depressed.
Roleplayed by StealthyBirb

RANK: WARRIOR
SINGLE, NONBINARY
SEXUALITY: UNDECIDED

SCORCHSOOT!
She's a wild thing with little care about what others think about her. Her personality is red-hot and her tongue like cinnamon. Scorchsoot has never been the most lady-like of cats. She is loud, speaks her mind freely, and often finds herself in troublesome situations. She's fierce and fast, tearing through those that stand in her way with a snarky smirk and haughty tone. Unfortunately, this gets her in trouble A LOT, especially after moving to Summerclan and then leaving it for Swiftclan and her family. Despite her strong attitude, she is softer with her family and would always stick up for them. This feisty feline has an unruly coat of bracken-tabby fur and a pair of flaming amber eyes that match her personality.
Roleplayed by simplylight
Rank: Scout
Mate: None
Sexuality: Heterosexual

TUSKBLOOD!
"People think we're evil? Do I look evil to you?"
Stalwart to the point of fault at times and gruff in nature, there is a thin wall between those pale eyes and whatever they desire. She's beastly and holds a presence of independence and pride well. Imagine a sunny field of daisies so delicate and beautiful they could make any cold heart sing, and in the middle there is a boldly off-putting pile of nettle just waiting to catch your paw? That's your picture of Tuskblood. Her name is Tuskblood for several reasons. First, her strikingly monstrous appearance. While she has a way of carrying her self that gives her a raw, rugged kind of beauty, there is no escaping that underbite. Two ivory, pointed teeth stick out from her lower jaw, and her muzzle is a bit flattened to make way for them. Her build is that of a smaller lion. Thick bands of muscles run down a big-boned frame, giving no doubt of her power. Long, dense ebony fur covers those muscles, adding to her size. On her strong-jawed face are two pale green eyes that almost appear to be judging at all times. No doubt, she is fearsome-looking. Many believe that she harbors a number of secrets about past battles and murders. She does not reveal whether those rumors are true or not... However, despite her rough nature, Tuskblood has a chaotic good soul. She is fierce in battle, yet compassionate to the point of sacrificing herself for her clanmates. She is not scared to voice her opinion and make known her desires, and she is fairly stubborn, but she is always considering what is best for the clan. Her desire is to create a prosperous, thriving army of cats who do not fear anything except for the bond of their hearts to be broken. Is she awfully prideful? Not necessarily. More like, she knows that her personality and appearance is abrasive enough to usually get her way. That being said, she does value alliances with the right people. They have to fit the mold she desires. Now, on to her past. Tuskblood found Summerclan when she was about the age of an apprentice. Some members traveled through her stronghold's territory while on a quest. At that time, there had been a ruinous battle between her little tribe and the neighboring tribe. What those Summerclan members stumbled on was a scene of grief. And there, in the rubble, was this young cat. She was now orphaned and horror-stricken. The group adopted her as their own and gave her a new purpose. She managed to meld together the religion and code of the strongholds to that of the warrior code. While she still has a connection to her ancestors and their beliefs, Tuskblood has always embraced other religions and clan life in general. Honestly, they are not that different.
Roleplayed by simplylight
Rank: Warrior
Mate: None
Sexuality: Undecided

CALAMITYSHRINE!
“Life and death are like light and shadow. They’re both always there. But people don’t like thinking about death, so subconsciously, they always look away from it.” – Yato, Noragami Vivid, ice blue. His eyes are the reflections of a past shrouded in ice. You can almost see through the cracks, but it is hazy. To melt it would be a task only meant for the dedicated, and he is a tough character to be dedicated to. Shrouded in mystery, yet dependable in a strange way, Calamityshrine is an enigma. When strangers meet this pitch black, wiry tom, they leave feeling confused and uncomfortable. He leaves you feeling like you will never know him completely. However, he also leaves you feeling protected. Calamityshrine, despite his name, longs for good. He craves it like a kit to apprenticeship. He was born from chaos, meant for chaos, and only knew chaos for many moons of his life. His claws are tainted with the blood of families of cats who didn't even know his name. He would do anything for recognition when he was younger. Any job was another job to get his name out in the world. Now, his focus has shifted. He discovered through his wayward path that the desire to be someone good outweighs the desire to destroy. What if he could use his skill in war for justice? That is what led him to Waterclan in the first place. He joined Riverwolf's band of rogues, thinking that they meant to save Waterclan. His viewpoint changed when he saw the state of the clan. It was then that he became bent on protecting Waterclan. Sounds noble, huh? Well, that depends on who you talk to. Calamityshrine's life and soul is marked with the battle between selflessness and selfishness. His desires to be known and recognized for good selfishly fuel him. However, he would always put his clanmate's lives before his own. Many doubt that side of him for good reason. Calamityshrine has the tendency to be obnoxious and needy. Jealousy reveals it's pitiful grin when someone he thought loved him finds someone else. His needy nature makes him attach himself to others easily. When relationships end, he simply pouts and grows distant. He sometimes compares himself to others and doesn't feel he measures up. There are many parts of him that can be considered less than admirable, yet the clan reluctantly trusts him. He has never waivered from them before and doesn't plan on it in the future. Oh, also, he has the tendency to takes things that aren't his and can be a hoarder at times so watch your prey and trinkets. I will edit this bio to sound cooler eventually oops.
Roleplayed by simplylight
Rank: Warrior
Mate: None
Sexuality: Heterosexual

LOBSTERDEATH!
A dark russet tom with yellow eyes that reflect sadness on his parent's death. This poor baby had a completely happy, normal family until some two-legs swiped them up and decided to use them for experiments. Last he had heard, they had met a cleaver and then a microwave. Lobsterdeath had just wanted a happy home, but now he wanders around with Swiftclan, lost and unhappy. He has nightmares in the night about cleavers. Despite his sad life, this tom has a hopeful spirit buried deep behind the crippling depression. He is super dedicated to Swiftclan because they took him in and saved him from the cleaver.
Roleplayed by simplylight
Rank: Scout
Mate: None
Sexuality: Bisexual

(Eventually I'll properly respond to an AC so I don't have to keep adding these to the joining thread RIP)

added!

Also simplylight i put your crew all under warriors since we no longer have the scout position (for now) if you need me to adjust them in other roles (queen/elder/etc) let me know!

HAWTHORNKIT! shield
Natural born leader, who tries to manipulate most situations around him. With his manipulative nature comes his charming smile, smooth words, and flirtatious personality. He lacks fear and is the main protector of his two brothers. Willing to stand up for his siblings, and will even step in front of danger if it prevents them from being harmed. He also equally bullies, manipulates, and teases them occasionally for his own enjoyment. He views his brother Edelwiesscharm as a stick in the mud nerd, and Oleanderfate to be an emotional crybaby who's too much of a pushover. But he still deeply cares about both of them. He's motto of life is to live in the moment rather than dwell on the past, because you can't change the past. While Edelwiesscharm closed himself off from others, and Oleanderfate grew anxious over the abandonment from their parents. He turned to anger and developed a hot temper regarding the touchy subject regarding how Tidaldream came to adopt him and his siblings. He also likes to pick fights with his youngest brother. In turn he became Tidaldream's problem children and receives the most criticism from her. This is due to the fact he believes in action before logic. He tends to not think his actions through which tends to hurt those around him or cause problems to blow up in his face. When he's older he will struggle to hold onto a stable relationship and cycles through many many lovers. Refuses to call Tidaldream mom until he is a lot older. Notable trait he inherited his grandfather Muddystar's eyes.
Roleplayed by Dot

Rank : Kit

MYSTERIOUSKIT! NIGHTS

'oh, poor girl,' they say, 'we don't know what happened, but it must've been awful.' Mysteriousnights pays them no mind, she hardly has one to give — some compare her to a husk, an empty shell, and she agrees. She is aware she is broken, she knows something is wrong, she simply won't fix it. She's scared to feel again, the gap in her memory terrifies her, because she knows something happened, she knows she's supposed to remember. It's not something she mentions often. If someone mentions the scars that litter her body, some too clean to be an accident, she simply hums, turns the other cheek, changes the subject in a natural way, because often she loses track of conversations in the middle of them.
A black she-cat, dappled gold with bits of white, there is something eternally youthful about her. The rounded face, the empty, wide eyes, the way she hasn't quite matured beyond the night she left, way back when she was a kit. She's forgetful, as if she's not all there. Prone to wondering, often she finds herself in other territories, and sightings of her are often attributed to ghosts. Because, similar to that fateful night, she hardly leaves a trace she was there at all. She exists in her own plain, the gray between life and whatever is beyond. A confused spirit, unaware of the world around her, of herself—she forgets to eat, to sleep, because she can't feel it. Sometimes her own name slips her mind.
There is not a lot that's expected of her, and part of her knows it's pity that keeps her around. But there's still a light to her, an undying flame, in the way she still makes her dolls to give as presents, sings to baby birds, collects acorns and pretty stones, laughs at simple jokes. She speaks of mystical creatures, of fairytales, of stories in the stars and the beyond any place anyone's ever been. She is a gentle soul, there is a something hidden under the emptiness.
It's easy to ignore the flashes of memories at the smell of blood, the way yelling makes her shake, how the sun is never enough to warm her and she's always left shivering, like she isn't quite alive anyway. Some days, she isn't too sure. And it's fine to ignore, because she's a sweet young girl who likes to dance and sing and admire the clouds, because there's so much to more to enjoy (to ignore) than to worry about something she does not remember. As far as she is concerned, her brief disappearance was just that and nothing more, she was back now. Perhaps that's led way to her apathy, how she can look at someone hurting and struggle to feel a thing, how she can't quite comfort someone because she has no idea how, because she's blocked all the sadness and all the hurt from her life that she's forgotten what it's like altogether.

Rank: kit 
Mate: single
Sexuality: pansexual 


also i redid jester's bio if you want to add it c: 

JESTER 

Suave, charming, there's an ever teasing glint to their smile, a flash of teeth and a glare to their eyes. He's slim, slender, an inky-black coat that takes considerable time to keep up with, he's always smelling vaguely of water and lavender. There's an intensity to her, the need to keep moving and to never stop because who knows what would happen if she did - like a haunting, a ghost that keeps coming back every time she stops to take a breath. And if the only thing you need to hide from is yourself, well, you better keep moving. Usually, they're never in the same place more than a week, a wisp of a memory, a 'do you remember that time when. . .' and the answer is usually no, because there's nothing all too lasting about Jester. Not that it's a bad thing, no, quite the opposite - there's nothing tying him down, no consequence, no need to care, and maybe that's made room for his growing apathy, how he can toss others aside and simply move on without a second thought. But there's always some sort of longing there that she refuses to acknowledge. That maybe, there's a chance of finding a place to call home, that there would be no need to continue moving because they've grown tired and exhausted and yet keep going anyway, that something would be enough to stop them, let them settle down and take a long, uninterrupted nap. Yet he's scared of it, the lack of change, the fact he'd have to stop and acknowledge his guilt, all those feelings he's ignored and repressed.
Blunt, she's always had issue with authority, the one to argue and push back and cause problems out of simple pettiness. Perhaps it stemmed from their overly controlling mother, her permanently set face of disappointment and annoyance. She expected everything, and Jester had given it to her until he had nothing left of himself. The rich kid, a home of cold marble floors and fancy chandeliers, fancy clothes with pearls and cuffs and golden buttons, but they'd never been given as much luxury as they saw. It was something he earned, and what little he had was a debt to be paid. Fed up, she left, the doors closed on the limp figure of her mother, strangled with the very string of pearls that lay around her neck. Jester decided, then, that they'd never talk about it, let the guilt eat them up from the inside.
There's something poisonous about him, deep inside, that shows itself in the little things. The way she gets annoyed when people are against her, the way she angers people just for fun and leaves them fuming, the way she strings people along only to leave them, let them wonder what they'd done wrong. Everyone is above them, Jester is nothing, nobody, to be tossed aside just as they do to others because if there's something they stick by, it's letting others treat you how you treat them. He craves it, almost, to be someone worth the exhaustion of emotion, to be the center of attention even for a moment. It's as intoxicating to be hated as it is to be loved.

Rank: warrior 
Mate: single 
Sexuality: unlabeled 

TIDALDREAM
A solid grey and white she-cat with ordinary green eyes. There is nothing special about Tidaldream. She was born in Earthclan under the name Ripplewish. Named after the forgotten Rippleclan which its memory has been lost to time. She was born to a litter of four. She has two brothers Firetooth and Pondberry/Floodfate and one sister Airecho. While her siblings all tried to get their father Ghostcrown's attention. Tidaldream preferred her mother Breezestep's company instead and didn't worry about making her father proud. She's happy how she is and knows her worth as a warrior. She can be shy and quiet, but is very caring and understanding. She just suffer from anxiety and fears that she is overall a bad warrior, because she is clumsy. She lived in Sunclan for majority of her life dedicating her life as a follower of the Sun God. But after a near death experience and her uncle Muddystar refusing to let her die in peace. The she-cat has since dedicated the rest of her life to the three kits that have been placed in her care. While she isn’t the motherly type and tends to her adopted children with tough love. She secretly worries about her abilities to raise them.
Roleplayed by Dot

Rank: Warrior
Mate: single
Sexuality: bisexual

RACCOONKIT! tail
If people can be born into good fortune then Raccoontail was born into a curse. He seemed to be born unlucky, his prey always got away, something always sabotaged all of his attempts to flirt with his crushes, it seemed to always rain when he was out patrolling, but stopped the moment he was back in camp. He notices that his rain of bad luck can pour especially hard when he’s being a bad person, it seems he has the instant karma effect as any ill deed he does is immediately slammed back at him by the force of good nature herself. Raccoontail is incredibly snarky and bitter, always letting everyone know about his bad mood and few ever are left to wonder why he’s a grump given how unlucky he is on an everyday basis. Raccoontail is a brown striped tabby with a white chest and muzzle.
roleplayed by simplylight

Rank: kit
Mate: n/a
Sexuality: undecided

PUMPKINKIT! HARVEST
Pumpkinharvest was born on October 31st, 2021, to Orangeleaf, her mother, and Spicedown her father, in SunClan. Her parents dotted on her for a few hours, but soon after disappeared, with her in toe. They ended up in Swiftclan where she was raised by her Aunt and Uncle on her Father's side of the family tree. Her father's family were previously of Sunclan, but moved to SwiftClan, for reasons she never asked about. She grew up knowing she was a Sunclanner, through and through, but decided when she became an apprentice, to stay in SwiftClan and to learn their ways.


Before she decided to move to SunClan to be with her other family members and learn their ways. Because of her upbringing, she is a loving she-cat who seems to love everyone, no matter who they are or where they come from. She is seen as a hard worker, as she strives to become the best warrior she can be for Swiftclan as an apprentice and then later on for Sunclan when she becomes an initiate. She decided after her initiation into Sunclan, that she would stay. She is devoted to the Sunclan God and to Sunclan, observing their ways.


She hopes to become a full member of SunClan soon and to maybe rise to a higher position, or die in battle for her clan in a legendary way. She hopes that before she dies, she has a mate and kits, and is seen as a cat worth remembering. Pumpkinharvest is a short-furred orange tabby she-cat with orange tabby stripes and dark green eyes. She is 100% SunClan Born and will die as a SunClan cat, either in battle or of old age. She will have a mate and kits as well. She is devoted to the Sun God forever.

Rank: Kit
Mate: None
Sexuality: Straight