AURORAKIT shine - neverforgotten
Born into a family of soldiers, this cat grew up wonderfully self-confident and independent. Her siblings all bear scars of their childhood being raised by Stormsurge, but Aurorashine considers herself well adjusted. She doesn't need the attention and praise of her mother. Doesn't need to maintain relationships with her siblings. Doesn't need to fall asleep at night thinking she'd been the best soldier in WinterClan. No, Aurorashine prefers to live outside of the shadows of her mother and family, instead spending time by herself doing things she likes to do. Her blue eyes sparkle with the intelligence and stories that comes with conversing with many different cats in many different clans. Aurorashine is constantly meeting new cats, making friends. The light cream and brown tabby is easy to like and often finds that she need not be afraid of others cats. No one wants to hurt her.
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STAGKIT horn - Delrowe
Staghorn is a bit of a stalker…not the scary-kill-you-kind but the nature stalker. He could be very good at hunting but he finds it hard to kill something so innocent and beautiful. His favorite pass time is to track a creature, but simply watch its behavior from afar. He has a bleeding heart and will “oohh” and “aww” at almost anything. Staghorn is emotional and full of empathetic feelings for anything in need. His mind craves the unknown. He loves to learn and explore and push the envelope of intelligence. He often goes on a tangent when speaking with others. He has a habit of over-apologizing and fumbling over his words. In other words, the poor tom is awkward. His wonderment and joy more than makes up for his lack of social skills, however.
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SILVERKIT torch - circle
There is a world within his dreams, great mountains carved into existence by mere thoughts alone, wild expanses of evergreens cutting across snowy hills brought about by his silent steps. Encompassed by a stillness known by no other this world holds no life other than his own. He does not find sanctuary here though, in this world built within his dreams. It is a state of limbo, a place of nothingness that drives him to frantic runs through the evergreens whose shadows swallow all light. The cold eats through his fur and the wind rips it to patches when he enters this world of giants and shadows. At times, while huddled within shallow caves, he thinks there was a time when this place had a warmth to it. Before it was cut through by towering mountains of snow and raging rivers of ice. Wintery blizzards wiping all faint memories of this warmth he sometimes recalls in brief moments of relief. Blizzards that chase him from this frigid world within his dreams that holds no other than himself and into a world of the living. Blizzards that remind him to no be such a fool to step into this dark place that inhabits his dreams. Within the world of living he is surrounded by others of Winterclan, reminded of his own spark of life by the sounds of their peaceful breaths beside him. Where he will sit in the dark of the night and await the sun to rise again, hiding from his own nightmares. During the day he can pretend the world within him does not exist, can drag warmth from the bodies around him, can smile and laugh with the rest of his clanmates. Can hope desperately that perhaps this will be the day the warmth around him thaws out the cold within him. Only for the night to come once more and for others to settle into the dreams and leave Silvertorch a silent sentry stiff and frigid hiding from his own dreams. For there will be no sleep for Silvertorch if he has not exhausted his thoughts. The gray tom with his faint tabby markings will instead spend the night like a ghost, silent and still with only his glowing yellow eyes like torches in the dark showing signs of life. During the day he comes alive like a thawing river. Suddenly bright and exuberant, always eager to spend time with others, to try new things, to simply be moving. Quick to laugh and smile though there is always something a little frozen in his actions as if the chill within him is carried even during the day and outside the dark world within his dreams. As exuberant as he is there will always be a piece of him that is kept separate from others rather deliberately or unconsciously.
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TINYKIT sun - lost
Tinysun is sure he was never meant to live in the cold, even though he was born during a harsh and bitter winter, and was raised on the mountain tops. Tinysun was born in WinterClan, though he barely survived. His mother died during his birth and left him immediately an orphan. His bad luck didn’t stop there, because Tinysun was struck with sickness only days after his birth. Anyone who remembers still tells him that they can’t believe he survived. Due to his mother’s premature death and his own nearly fatal sickness, Tinysun turned out much smaller than he would have under normal circumstances. Although larger than an apprentice, he still finds himself being towered over by the other warriors. He has a pelt of snow white, though it never lost its downy-softness from kithood. While it hides him in the snow without fail, it’s not as good at keeping the cold out. His nose, ears, and lips are a pale, delicate pink, and his eyes are a hazel green, dull and solid. Though small for his size and easily overwhelmed by sickness, Tinysun has never let that stop him from his calling as a warrior. The tom has always worked twice as hard to prove to himself that he deserves his place — he does it for his mother, too, because even though he never had the chance to meet her, he wants to make her proud. He is confident on the surface, speaking out and often loudly to make sure that he is heard. Although his clan has a bad reputation, Tinysun is one of the cats that give it a better name. He is friendly and warm, and while not the most inviting to outsiders, he knows when to set aside differences to do what is right and good. He may be small and somewhat frail on the outside, but within, his heart and soul are colossal.



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SUMMITCROW - wicca
Coated in a thick coat of long hairs, hairs that bleed the colour of grey ash, Summitcrow is a tall and leanly muscled warrior. Eyes that gleam with the colour of emeralds pierce those who look upon her, meeting each and every one with a steady and challenging gaze. The long yet rather sturdy legs stem from large, rounded paws - paws whose size is often baffled at by others. The ash grey pelt that hangs over her is soft to the touch, like silk that slides over skin and as smooth as water between your toes. Her pelt is what made her stand apart from her other siblings growing up, both of them sporting much lighter pelts of white and creams, while only hers bore the rich ashy colour she could have only inherited from her father. The tough exterior that she wears is warning enough for others to be cautious around her and watch their tongues, because she doesn't - watch her tongue that is. She has a certain charm about her that, paired with her rough edges, makes her all the more alluring. Summitcrow has never really had much of a filter or anything of the sort and often speaks her mind whenever she likes, whether the situation calls for it or not. She's opinionated and proud, two traits that can prove to be a hassle when put together and only serve to make her even more difficult to bargain with if needed. The molly is not easily persuaded nor is she easily impressed, making the whole idea of love nothing more then a whim, something she couldn't see herself achieving or yearning for. For such a docile-looking cat, man does she have a temper. While it is not the most attractive trait that comes to mind when imagining an ideal individual, her temper may not be the worst in the clan, though it is certainly among the most unpredictable. In combat she's a force to reckon with; strategic and swift, with the ability to pinpoint weaknesses on an opponent within seconds of sizing them up. Although she is not everyone's cup of tea and quite an acquired taste at that, she does have many friends, many who know her and get her well enough to put up with her bashful ways. When it comes to her friends she is fiercely loyal and protective, putting her life before their's in every way she can.

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WILDARCTIC - |Moon
A rather odd cat with a troubling ancestry, his mother murdered nearly her whole family and his father the son of a SpringClan leader who was nearly killed before becoming a WinterClan prisoner. So it is of no surprise that Wildarctic is not exactly sane. He has a hobby of collecting things, mostly ordinary things like feathers or shiny rocks that catch his eye. A few two-leg items have even made their way into his collection. Overall it's a relatively harmless collection. However he does occasionally kidnap a cat or two. They seem to fill a void he has inside, if only temporarily. Then he chooses to release or kill them. It really depends on his mood. All of his precious items are stored safely in an abandoned cabin, just outside WinterClan territory. Wildarctic guards his treasures with his life, allowing no one to enter or even come near the cabin. The fact that he often spends time there instead of in the clan doesn’t really seem to bother anyone. Most of the clan seems to avoid him for one reason or another, this is probably why he always feels so lonely. Yet Wildarctic is not overly impressed with his clanmates either, they seem to focus on just the clan not themselves as individuals like he does. This tom is an average size, if not a bit stocky. His long and luscious fur is a creamy opal white. Wisps of silvery blue coat his shoulders and flank. A deeper blue creep up his legs and tail. That same shade makes a mask on his face with tabby markings. The toes on his front feet are white, while his hind legs are white up to his hocks. A deep ruddy nose is paired with white outlines eyes. Wildarctic eyes are a baby blue that appear lifeless. He is a beautiful looking cat with a rather grotesque inside.

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BRONZEKIT fire - lost
Cold, calculating eyes send shivers down your spine for a reason you don’t understand. A feeling of evil lurking just out of sight, playing like a kit in the shadows. Bronzefire is a large tabby tom with a white chin and paws. His eyes are the color of a burning, golden blaze — and yet they hold no warmth. From the time that Bronzefire was born, he was a forest fire, a force to be reckoned with. He brought with him into the world a twisted sense of mind and a heart that cannot feel love or hate — it feels nothing but a chilling numbness that drives him forward to commit sins that will surely condemn him to the dark forest when he dies — that is, if he dies at all. It’s unsure whether or not the tabby tom has a soul to pass on to the next life. Bronzefire was born in WinterClan, but it never made him a loyal cat to his clan. He will never forget the first kill he ever made; stalking a mouse that had found its way inside of camp. Bronzefire, at the time, was just a kit, but watching the animal squirm and take its last breath had sent an adrenaline firing through his veins. At four moons old, he became a murderer, killing one of his fellow kits, though everyone thought it was an accident. Bronzefire could never forget watching the light fade from his denmate’s eyes... the thrill of the chase, and even more so, the thrill of the kill, has become an obsession. He wants to gain nothing but the feeling he gets when his claws break skin and his tongue tastes blood. He’s demented, twisted. A demon born within the pelt of a warrior; and that is a devastating combination.

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HOODEDMOON - neverforgotten
A black hood of fur covers over his eyes and down his back forming a white diamond shape at the center of his chest like a clasp holding a hood in place. The rest of his fur is a steely blue grey color coming off like a misty blue moon. His tail is wispy and in the blinding sun can look as ethereal as fog. His eyes are a baby blue hue. Blackmail is his specialty and hiding is his game. He’ll find you at your weakest hour, it happens to everyone eventually and he’ll reap your darkest secrets from you waving them above your head like a prize to do his bidding. Or at least you’ll think it’s his. Sometimes he’ll ask you to do things he wants, but most of the time he bags his victims for later, offering sinners his victims to do their bidding for future favors. He’s malicious, but not much of a fighter, it’s why if you give him the chance to run he’ll hide before you have time to see where he goes.

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BANEKIT berry - neverforgotten
Light grey and silver tabby with a particularly round head and pale green eyes. Brought to the clan by Ravensara with his four siblings, Baneberry spent the first moons of his life a loner. He doesn't remember his mother, but he remembers that she promised to come back and never did. Then Ravensara found them just outside of what would end up being his home. Baneberry loves Ravensara for taking them in, he really does. But the rest of WinterClan? It's nothing but a stepping stone for him. He sees it as a way to gain power. Before you get the wrong idea, you should know that Baneberry isn't evil or bloodthirsty, he simply believes that he should be a leader. That he was born for the role. Maybe not leader of WinterClan, but of some clan. One day. And what will he do to cement power? Now that's the moral gray area for him. He doesn't think there's a line he wouldn't cross for it. To be Banestar.

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ICYHAVEN - Turtlenoir
Several seasons ago a blizzard locked Winterclan's territory in its icy grips. Icyhaven and his siblings Wintrystar, Blizzardyrefuge, and Summerykit were born. Icyhaven like the freshly fallen snow that fell that night of the blizzard. He has short plush crisp white fur. Thin black tabby stripes mark his face, legs, and body. His eyes are dark warm honey of the sun that broke through the clouds the next morning. Summerykit didn't live through the night which impacted Icyhaven's childhood. Summerykit's death was Icyhaven's constant reminder of death and the dangers of living in Winterclan's territory. To stay within the clan and to follow the rules. To never deviate away from Starclan or the rules set forth in Winterclan. Throughout his parents Blizzardstorm and Jester tried to make themselves look like the perfect parents. To shelter their problems away from their own children. But the whispers and judgement from others within the clan brought many fears to Icyhaven. Because of the death of his littermate Icyhaven fears death and the risks of getting stranded out in a blizzard. He is very awkward when it comes to meeting others. He has a bit of a sense of humor, which sometimes can kill the mood, because of his awkwardness. He is also very sensitive to criticism and leading to him being very emotional as a kitten and having an emotional apprenticeship underneath his mentor Hemlockleaf.
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