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Wicked - cookie The visions are all she knows. Wicked is as wicked does. When they tell her to act on a cat, she does it. Who are they? No idea. Wicked is guided by them. They whisper and they scream. She whispers and she screams. What is real cannot be separated from what is unreal, so for her, Wicked chooses to believe it is all real. In rare moments of clarity, there is fear. Fear of what you have done in the past, fear of what you will do in the future. Yes, things are scary when you let them be, but when you listen to the voices, how can you be afraid? Prisoner
Moonflake was born into winterclan as a daughter of Polarblast. She never knew who her blood mother was, but she also never really questioned her absence either. Having polarblast as a father meant not really having a blood father. he never acted like one, to him she may as well not have existed at all. She had inherited his cold demeanor but unlike him she wasnt a slave to anyone and no matter what polarblast does, she will always hate him. She kept quiet but her burning gaze was unavoidable if she was ever anywhere near him. She was strong, she was steady, but she was slightly vengeful too. She'd be one of the best if she wasnt hindered by her hatred. Her siblings though, are one of her motivations. She feels a strong kinship with them, wanting nothing more than to protect them. She soaks up teachings like a sponge but likes to focus on combat, making her rather tunnel minded at times, most likely due to her wanting revenge on her father. Despite her family troubles she's a good warrior. She doesnt question her duties and doesn't stop working until the job is done well. She takes pride in her warrior position and in a way that need to always excel comes from her father.
Post by Flurryofstars on Jul 12, 2020 4:10:57 GMT -5
SNOWKIT flurry roleplayed by flurryofstars Born near WinterClan’s border, that was where he was deposited when his father abandoned him as a kit. This was never shared with Snowflurry as he was too young to remember it. Instead, after being welcomed into the clan, he was raised by the residing mothers. As he matured, Snowflurry knew he wasn’t part of the litters he grew up with. Ignorance or denial had him believing that he just came to be in the world through independent means alone. If he learned that he did have parents, he wouldn’t resent them. He would just thank them for leading him into WinterClan. He is extremely loyal to the clan and the cats within it. A sense of honor that overrides his basic logic at times keeps him firmly rooted there. His unbreakable faith in WinterClan makes some cats uncomfortable, but he is devout in them; however, he doesn't believe in any religion. Snowflurry is also very socially awkward. He never understood the concept of personal space and his common sense is limited. He has a habit of speaking in a gravelly voice, but it's unclear if it's natural or not. If anyone saw past his flaws, they’d discover a friend that would always have their back. Snowflurry has the appearance of a snowshoe cat with bright blue eyes. His fur is just long enough for him to survive harsh winters while also maintaining a somewhat short-haired look. He blends in well with the snow and is able to move and strike fast, though his strength isn't as impressive. Because he's an "exotic" breed, he is considered uniquely handsome even though his markings don't stand out much against his peers. This doesn't bother him much since his appearance isn't a priority. Although, he can appreciate the attractiveness of others if given the time to get to know them first. Young
NIGHT freeze - pao The night is calm, cool, colorful. It's hypnotizing and beautiful. Nightfreeze is so much like the night. Her fur is fluffy and pitch black, he eyes blue as icicles. She is truly a WinterClan cat. But she is not a claimed WinterClan cat. Nightfreeze was disowned by her father when she was dropped off in the clan as a kit by her mother. Her litter, and many others, were the result of the blind dating event between WinterClan and DayClan. Her mother didn't want her, and neither did her father. But she was accepted into WinterClan, as were her siblings and they've been there ever since. While her family may disown her and not claim her, the clan does as they do all kits that show up on WinterClan territory. Nightfreeze has learned to be thick-skinned and cold. But her heart gleams with longing and desire. She wants something to fill that void of what having a true family would have done. That void that was created by being disowned and pushed aside as a kit. It is this longing that has driven her to seek cat after cat, lover after lover, and never feel satisfied with what she finds. Youth
STRIPE - cleaver The little brother that outgrew his family, this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young tom is playful and doesn't know his own strength. His other brothers, Wendigo and Ghost, warn him countless times to be careful, but with this much energy he can't help it. There's no settling down when you're young, and he likes to charge about the land tearing it up with his paws and yowling his joy to the skies. His big paws make him clumsy but he doesn't mind, happy to giggle and prance. Beneath his dense coat is an unknown load of strength and muscle; he has no idea that his strength outweighs his brothers, to the point it's nearly ridiculous. He won't be going down easily in a fight, quick and efficient but still with a heart. He won't take lives on purpose, though his brothers fear it is bound to happen if he doesn't control himself better. Love is an exciting concept to him and his search of it borders on obsession, examining all of his relationships to find that perfect she-cat. He's goofy and handsome — his dark pelt is a deeper-than-slate gray or black, depending on the light, with a white stripe across the bridge of his muzzle and an ash-black one down his spine that gives him his name. Accepting and understanding, secrets are well kept, that's for certain, and he doesn't mind when cats are different. Really, it just fascinated him. Some say he's never done a day of real work in his life, and they'd be right; is it really work when you love what you do so completely?
VEILEDKIT ghost Have you ever felt completely alone even though there were others around you constantly? This is a feeling Veiledghost knows very well. It creeps up on her when she is falling asleep at night. It slices through her thoughts when she’s first waking up in the morning. She was born an only child and her parents died when she was young. Though Veiledghost knows the other cats in her clan could be considered close to family, she cannot stop this feeling when it comes. The best she can do is distract herself with tasks for her clan. She has medium white fur and light yellow eyes. Kit
BLUEJAY blazingbluejay - Faith Where most wish for a girl who’s as blissful as a summery day, Bluejay is the storm that makes you want to dance in the rain. A paradox of everything a good girl should be, she has the bright eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll look that every darling DayClan she-cat has, but with her comes a touch of sin. She has wild blood running through her veins, after all she is the product of the Sun God who granted Glowstar and Darkcomplex a single kit due to the leader being infertile. However she grew to have violent tendencies that went beyond what a kit was typically capable of. She was locked up inside of a two-leg mansion called Keepers Mansion. For moons she resented DayClan and her family for locking away until her half sister found her, it was kismet. The two fueled one anothers hatred until one day her sister Pandora freed her. Together the two went on a rampage destroying SunClan and DayClan together in a blaze of fire and corruption. The two were eventually stopped, Bluejay left to live her life as a rogue and Pandora remained in SunClan. Until the Sun God spoke to her and her sister again, giving them the power to put DayClan on their knees. Once more Bluejay tried to cripple DayClan, but was ultimately stopped by her mother Glowstar. This time Bluejay was permitted to stay, but found clan life to be unwelcoming after trying to destroy their clan twice. She felt like an outcast in her own home, resenting the Sun God and everyone in her life until she met Snakefang, a WinterClan warrior during a blind date. She fell in love with him and agreed to move into WinterClan, but instead was locked up for being a creation of the Sun God, a demon. Bluejay longs to be free, to be with her kits and mate, but for now her freedom is once more stripped from her. Revenge is close to Bluejays heart and her desire to corrupt what is rightfully hers is always around every dark corner. Her fur is as silvery as moonlit shadows seeps down her body like an inky substance, slick and shiny. Pearly white blooms out thick and spiky from her neck and chest fur like a fur cape made of gardenias shimmering cold greys and specks of green. Starry prints dance across her eyes like a painted mask of celestial constellations. Her tail is a cloud of wild blond curls. Her right eye has two eyeballs, one an intense amber and the other is such a pale green it nearly appears white. Her left eye is golden as though sunlight is burning behind the eye. Prisoner Mate: Snakefang Kits: Sinfulkit, Soullesskit, Dirtykit, Fallenkit, Monsterkit, Rottenkit, Nobodykit, Brokenkit, Mangledkit, Maggotkit
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 24, 2020 15:53:59 GMT -5
JAGUARPAW // BLOOD - MorteAutumnal Long statuesque shadows cast upon the moon-drenched rocks. Sensuous curves, an arching profile, a chiseled physique of marbled beauty. Whatever stone she was carved from must have been rare indeed. Her soft looking exterior can be traced back for generations. Back and back as far as the memories will go. The danger of the ancestors dances in her eyes. Long forgotten by the mind but not by the body. Eyes that swim like pools of lava, molten browns and reds streaked with the softest of gold, when the sun hits them just right they shine like new blood. Raised by her great great grandmother, she will never let her legacy die. Dyinglight will never be forgotten in her heart and she tries to live up to her name in every aspect of her life. She has been described as bloodthirsty and spiteful but at the same time endearing and good natured. A double edged sword carved from the roughest of marbles into a weapon forged in fire and blood. Poised to strike at a moment's notice. As was her great great grandmother before her, she is not fragile like a flower, but fragile like a bomb. A sleek savannah cat with mixed heritage adding longer fur that is thicker than a typical savannah, smaller than most savannahs but still as tall as a large maincoon cat, eyes a ruddy red brown that glisten like blood in the sun, a coat of marbled golds, creams on her head and shoulders, oddly it fades to lighter creams and whites on her back and legs and tail with stripes as pitch black as onyx painting her body in permeant w arpaint.H left upper canine tooth sticks out a bit adding to her devious appearance. Student
EMBERBRAND - Cleaver He looks so charming with his dark fur, with a few flashes of red buried in the depths of his thick coat. This risk-taker can't say no to any other cat and is willing to do almost anything for the fun of it. His dark coat made it difficult for him to blend in with WinterClan land, but it was his family's curse and he must continue to bear it. First appearances are deceiving with Emberbrand: he's a clever cat but very emotionally aware of himself and others, but he doesn't put it to any good use. His charm goes toward stealing the ideas of other cats and convincing them to do his bidding instead of taking the time to stop being lazy and do the work himself. He wants to be the center of attention and is incredibly vain. Highly annoying, but of a prestigious bloodline - some cats argue that he's the brother of a former deputy, Hazethroat, and the grandson of a shard. Usually, those rumors can be traced back to Emberbrand himself, so it's a bit of a mystery as to the truth of his origin.
BONES Bonedust - cookie Bonedust was a rogue since the beginning. He was born and raised on the streets, fighting for a living. It was scratching for every bit of food, biting for any decent place of shelter. The tom went by Bones then because he was skin and bones, and because there were piles of them whenever he moved territories. He was especially brutal in a fight because a cat who pushed him too far didn't get back up. There was a certain she-cat with doe eyes that he fell for. She called him Bonesy and wormed her way into his heart. But eventually she had a life to live somewhere else, and he just let her go. Was no place for a pretty cat like that in his mean life anyway. And then he was moving again, you know how it is, and in the territory he saw her. A cat that looked just like his old gal. No way was he going to fall for that mess again. But a part of him wanted what he had once let escape, and if he even had the slightest chance with this look-alike, then maybe it was worth joining a clan for. Prisoner (temporary)
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 12:48:30 GMT -5
BEDLAMBEAST - MorteAutumnal Don't consider his kindness, if he so chooses to bestow it upon you, as weakness, the beast in him is sleeping, not dead. All in all he is rather..dismissive with others. Egotistical and a little manipulative but otherwise incredibly charming. He oozes confidence and charisma while at the same time seeming detached from the world. Long powerful legs with massive paws. Built like a powerful beast with broad shoulders and a pelt long and thick like the mane of a lion. His pelt, exotic and faceted in blazing orange, soft cream mottled through out, dove's wing gray streaked in the outer edges and large patches; black as pitch, is long and has spots where the hairs crimp and crinkle. Making his overall appearance striking. His voice is deep and warm like a little taste of heaven and Hades, dripping with sin. And then there are his eyes. In the deepest depths around his pupils is a brilliant green like moss and around that blazing with a burning passion is an orange like that of the depths of a volcanic crater, bubbling and oozing raw power...just waiting to explode. You would think that would make him ill tempered but he isn't. As it was stated he is quite indifferent. Not easily ruffled nor is he prone to violence as was his mother. He is quite proficient in his training and has always been pushed to be the greatest he can be by his mother, but because of this he can also seem untouchable. Not quite approachable even though he can be very gregarious in his good moods. All in all Bedlambeast is not quite what he seems. And so it would be that, he is not quite bad, but not quite good either. Warrior
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 13:06:45 GMT -5
DARKNESSDIVINE - MorteAutumnal What is love without hate? Light without Darkness? Life without Death? Chaos. Chaos would rule. Chaos is the beginning and the end of everything. The touch of a mother is reminiscent of Light and Life. But the touch of Death is oh so much sweeter. The kiss of Darkness and Death is cold but soft like a haunting whisper in a graveyard. Like the fine mist that coats the world as the sun makes it's climb into the sky. Darknesskit was born dead. The Witch at the time was dumbfounded because just minutes before her mother gave birth to her three kits she had felt all three wiggling around preparing to enter the world. Her siblings were both also born dead. But the strangest thing to happen was while her mother was wailing and keening at the loss of her precious kits, her body wrapped around their cleaned bodies as she grieved, a small little mew was heard. The only one. It had come from the smallest kit, a pelt as black as pitch adorned it. Her mother had thought she had imagined it until she wailed again. Hungry! She was hungry! The Witch had been completely baffled but insisted it was a gift, a miracle granted by the Moon Goddess. Her other siblings remained cold and dead but she was now warm and alive. As the days passed and Darknesskit opened her eyes her mother finally had a name for her and hoped it would become a beautiful Warrior name and not something gruesome. Darknesskit had eyes like the night sky. A dark blue with the strangest freckles of lighter blue within them like stars dotting the indigo sky. Darknesskit's eyes were ringed in black like charcoal eyeliner adding her her exotic appearance with hints of white around them, freckling dark black fur. The oddest thing was that they hadn't been present days earlier. As more and more days moved on, the white spots expanded and expanded, taking away the black pigment of her coat and replacing it with a ivory white coat instead. Indeed, she had been touched by the Moon But that was where the miracles stopped. It was soon discovered that the blue eyed white she-kit was mostly deaf. There were higher pitched noises she could hear and she could hear the deep rumbling purr of her mother but more mundane sounds were lost to her. Silence, like Death's realm. She didn't let it stop her though. She was a kneen and very perceptive kit. She learned to communicate as best she could and use her other senses to her advantage. Her sensitive paw pads became beacons of 'noise'. She could discern the differences in the vibrations in the ground as cats or prey. Her sense of smell developed into a powerful tool to aid as well. And best of all because she could see she learned to read mouths to figure out what others were saying. This was most helpful because not everyone could learn to communicate with her through motions. As she grew and became Darknesspaw she excelled in her training far more than her mentor had anticipated. There were rocky parts, fighting was more difficult for her but she became quite proficient at it and while she isn't the most skilled Warrior she can still defend herself and others. Hunting is where she really shined. She was terrific at finding, stalking and catching prey. She was also a strong swimmer. oddly enough. But with her maine coon bulk and strong legs she was made for power and strength. Darknesspaw was named Darknessdivine after she successfully aided a young queen in the early birth of her kits with her limited knowledge of herbs. She had watched the Witch when she was younger a lot because she was mostly confined to camp as a kit. Darknessdivine was named as such because of the divine intervention from Selene the Moon Goddess that gave her her life back as well as gave her the wings to triumph in her training. Because only Selene could have her paws on this one. With the strong build of a maine coon Darknessdivine has grown out of her runt days. While she is still small for a maine coon she is strong and long legged for her size. Her pelt is a creamy ivory color, not stark white. But the color of dried bones. It is long and lush with no trace of the black she was born with except in one place, a black star shape in the center of her forehead. Her eyes are a haunting abyss blue with light blue freckles and streaks within like a night sky. Her voice is hauntingly soft and sweet even though she doesn't know that because she is deaf. She is proof that balance is key. Death and Life are always in balance. But with being kissed by Death is there something darker to her? Warrior
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 29, 2020 8:02:10 GMT -5
JILTEDLYNX - MorteAutumnal One could say she has always been troubled. One could also say she is the product of her environment. For as long as she has memories Jiltedlynx was raised with an iron paw. Her father only concerned about her status in the clan and gaining power. Her mother even worse, worried about status, looks, power, and when Jiltedlynx acted in a way she found deplorable she would abuse her. Physically and mentally. She was deprived of love of a mother's warmth and a father's devotion for all her life and then suddenly her father, who had at least been somewhat loving for her kithood, passed on. It was a sort of..numbing shock that she had felt. She had cried of course because she had actually felt something along to loss. But her mother, she had cried because that is what one does in public when a loved one dies. She never loved her chosen mate. They had been an arranged marriage by their own parents. Her mother remains to berate her, abuse her and attempt to control her. But Jiltedlynx is a warrior now not a helpless kit. She decides her own fate now. Jiltedlynx is a stunning ragdoll she-cat with a gorgeous snow white fluffy coat and light colored masking around her eyes. Her eyes are a dazzling Forget Me Not flower blue. Like shards of the sky manifested in them. She is everything feminine and beauty with a sharp tongue and disagreeable attitude. Usually the one to make a snotty or snarky comment first and...maybe...apologize later. She is intelligent and cunning and quite a proficient huntress. Something her mother hates. If one had to briefly describe Jiltedlynx it may sound something like "The blunt and bratty she-cat with the face of an angel." It doesn't matter really. She knows what she is on the outside. But she is determined not to let anyone know who she is on the inside. Warrior
SILVERFURY - JADIE Silverfury is a perfect example of a pureblood WinterClan tom. He is large in size with long, luxurious silver tabby fur and cold gray eyes. He has a white mane, underbelly and front paws, but there are no harsh lines, it all fades and blends together like the snowy landscape that he calls home. Handsome is an understatement and he gives off bad-boy vibes which draws many she-cats to him, although he only ever displays passive interest in them. No, Silverfury is a Warrior in every sense of the word and, while bringing kits to the Clan someday is one of his many self-imposed duties, his primary focus is restoring WinterClan back to its former glory. He believes that WinterClan will be strong again once they return to valuing pure blooded WinterClan cats over outsiders. Outsiders bring troubles, always have, and have no place in the mountains. His parents drilled this idea into him from birth. In fact, stories of how great WinterClan used to be have been ingrained into his siblings, Dappledglacier and Cloudywinter, as well. In personality, Silverfury is extremely serious and his patience is very thin. He will only tolerate so much for so long before he snaps like the blustery mountain wind. This tom is cold, cunning and unforgiving and uses the silver of the snow and ice to attack when one least expects it. Warrior
Dappledglacier -racer She's fierce and cold. A true ice princess. Her family has been in WinterClan for generations. They've survived trail after trail, wars and leaders of all kinds. She's a purist though. One who values pure blood life and will only mate with another pure blooded WinterClan cat. Like her brother, she was raised on the stories of the past. Of how great WinterClan was before it began allowing in outsiders. She vows to make WinterClan great again by only having pure blooded kits of her own raised to be tough and strong like her ancestors. She like visiting the old WinterClan graveyard, a place where many of her ancestors have been laid to rest. She will often clean their grave stones and leaver offerings, still clinging to the much older belief that spirits not at rest will come back to haunt the living as White Cats. Like a lot of her more traditional ancestors, she believes that her biggest contribution to the clan would be to start a family of her own, and to be a supportive mate. However, she isn't willing to budge on her high standards for her future mate, often being overly critical of potential partners. She knows that she deserves the best, and will accept nothing else. Sister to Silverfury and Cloudywinter.
BROKENSIGHT - pao Life did not start out great for this tom. Born to Silentsnow on a stormy winter night, Brokensight and his sister Sacredbreath nearly died their very first night. Silentsnow passed halfway through birthing Sacredbreath, leading to Brokensight being born after she'd died. The medicine cat at the time had a race against time in order to save the kit's life. Pulling him from his mother's womb, the poor little tom arrived into the world with a broken paw. It would be moons before he'd be able to even walk on the paw, let alone dream of becoming a warrior. But dream the orphan did. He and his sister were not quiet about their desires to become strong WinterClan warriors, but alas, fate would intervene once again. The two siblings became apprentices just before the battle against Primal Instinct and participated in the battle once it came upon the clan. They proved their skills and their worth during the battle, both eligible to receive their warrior names following the end of the war. Brokensight would not receive his name for moons following the battle. He was stuck down in the last of the fight, blinded by an attacker from Primal Instinct. The grey and cream tom lost one eye that day and was partially blinded in the other. His dreams of being a full-fledge warrior were killed that day. But he was honorable in his discharge to the elders den and moved on in life with pride. His sight may be mostly gone, but the tom is still able to function around camp just fine. Once upon a time, his eyes were a beautiful green color, but now the one remaining eye is dull and resembling more to a blue-green coloring. Brokensight vows that if the camp was ever attacked, he'd defend it and all of his clan mates with his life; sight or no sight, it wouldn't matter to him. WinterClan is his home and he will defend it with his all. ancient Mate:
WOLFTUNDRA - pao WinterClan is cold and harsh, only the strong survive it. Wolftundra is one of the strong; in mind, spirit, and body. Born in WinterClan as a pure-blooded warrior, Wolftundra values the ideal of purebloods being stronger and more suited for the life in the mountains. His family told him time and again how strength lies within one's blood. That it is the blood that determines your worth, your value. The dirty white in color, rough, raged appearance and a wild element to Wolftundra embodies the perfect cruel WinterClan tom. He's a wolf in appearance and heart. Cold, cruel, and cunning. Anger fills his heart and yellow eyes. His temper is as wild as a blizzard in the middle of summer; unpredictable and fierce. It has made him a force of nature, a wild card, and yet a predictable warrior. His cards are held close, his values closer, and his opinion for all to know. Wintrystar is one that has heard his opinion many a times, and not always in the most cubical of ways. The two have come to blows in the past, not long after Wintrystar was nominated to lead the clan but before she was acknowledged as the leader of the clan. The battle left with Wintrystar victorious and Wolftundra with a newfound respect for the she-cat. It is this respect that has lead to him being able to bring himself to follow their leader, especially since she's only half WinterClan. Bloodlines are important to home but he respects Wintrystar enough to follow her lead. It helps that Wintrystar is also pushing for more of a pure-blooded WinterClan; the perfect and ideal world. While he respects Wintrystar, he does not respect any others with mixed blood and has made that known many a times. His views are that WinterClan is only strong with pure blood, outsiders should be outlawed. A wolf that desires family ties and loyalty alone. Blood is life, blood is strength. warrior Mate:
CLOUDYWINTER - pao Cloudywinter loves WinterClan. The cold air stealing her, the snow surrounding her pelt, the ice under her paws. It's a wonderland. A dream come true, one she never has to wake up from. She could never imagine living anywhere else. This silver-grey torbie is perpetually in a good mood and often found daydreaming in a patch of sunlight as weather permits. Friendly and good-natured, Cloudywinter is like a breath of fresh air in the frigid tundra, although she does not trust very easily, and for good reason. Cloudywinter is a distant relative of Goldenstar, a leader of WinterClan whose family was massacred years ago. By some miracle or mistake, her great grandmother Winterholly was spared, which is the only reason she and her siblings - Dappledglacier and Silverfury - exist at all. To this day no cats in WinterClan know of their relation to the former leader and the siblings plan to keep it that way. A distant cousin to Littlestar, the leader of SunClan who escaped the massacre, Cloudywinter does not understand how the expatriate could thrive anywhere other than her ancestral home. Pureblooded WinterClan cats belonged in WinterClan and nowhere else. This is an ideal she'd been taught by her parents since she was very young. Purebloods are stronger and more loyal than all the rest. The ideal warrior, and she was one of them. If only she could get rid of the outsiders that are polluting the Clan’s blood.... Cloudywinter believes if they stay, it will only lead to chaos, just as it did all those moons ago following Goldenstar'sreign. To please her leader, this green eyed she-cat has accepted outsiders, but she'll never mate with one or respect one more than a true blood clanmate. Pure in thought and ideals - at least she believes she is - Cloudywinter wants the best for the Clan and all those within it that belong there. warrior Mate:
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Note - Students have been closed for joining until further notice. Please join as kits and then become prompted as WinterClan has only two kits at the moment. You may still join as a warrior but we need kits.
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