FERVIDSUMMER - pao
The heat of summer is warm, humid, burning. Fervidsummer is summer born in cat's body. She's fierce and kind, harsh and bright. Her temper is mellow and cam bt her spirit is fierce in its enthusiasm. Firey orange fur stands out in the winter tundra she calls home, the fire spirit in winter as some call her. The cats of the clan know her as a calm, gentle spirit. But angered and she'd a fire burning the forest down. Usually, she's a gentle burn, a soft warmth filling you with love and kindness. Fervidsummer holds her family closest and values their happiness above everything. Closest to her brother Frigidspring out of her litter, she goes out of her way to make sure life is easy for him, especially after he was diagnosed as bipolar. Many see him in a different light since the diagnosis, but not her. No, she's only cared even more deeply for him, becoming even closer with him than before. Practically the mother of the litter, she tends to her three siblings' every need. But who wouldn't want to be wrapped up in her warm embrace? Her kindness embraces you, her warm engulfs you, her spirit inspires you. She is summer in the middle of a winter blizzard.
warrior
Mate: none

FALLENKIT grace - flurryofstars
Fallengrace grew up better than any kit in her family. Seeing how tormented her siblings were she played into the role of the disgraced kitten to survive. She was well mannered and obedient to WinterClan cats valuing their knowledge and strength. She would even talk badly about herself and her family to win the trust of WinterClan. She wanted to belong, to feel loved, and by disgracing herself WinterClan felt she knew her place and allowed her more freedoms. She was beginning to get everything she wanted, she got fairer treatment and even the promise of having a beautiful warrior name, Fallensnow. Snakefang was one of the few cats who disapproved of her vain nature, but in order to maintain secrecy would try to remain fairly indifferent about her choices. To Fallengrace he never seemed happy about her successes and turned her back on him. However, when she became an older apprentice she couldn’t ignore the injustices against her family and spoke out to defend them. As punishment, she was given a cruel name like the rest of her siblings, Fallengrace. To remind her that she had grace once, but she had fallen far from ever achieving it again. Fallengrace knows she did the right thing, but feels more like an outcast than ever after losing WinterClan’s love and her family's love from bullying them so badly as an apprentice. However, in adulthood Snakefang is one of the few people she talks to who doesn’t judge her. Fallengrace has a vertically half black and half white body. The white half is speckled in tundra grey colors while the black portion as misty grey silhouettes filtered across her pelt. She has one dazzling amber reptilian eye and one baby doll emerald green eye like her father.
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LEEKKIT foot - flurryofstars
It isn’t uncommon for a white cat with blue eyes to suffer from a disability or two, but they are usually partial ones. In Leekfoot’s case, he is completely deaf. He has been so since the day he was born and has lived a harsher life because of it. WinterClan has never treated him badly for his infliction, but he has noticed the pity in his clanmate’s eyes whenever they look at him. It gives him one more reason to try to prove himself as a successful warrior. His sense of smell is particularly strong and he has depended on it for hunting. Since WinterClan has known partially deaf cats before, Leekfoot was able to learn a very basic form of communication based on body language and touch. Though he could potentially learn to say some words, he’s too shy to try to speak. Despite his determination to prove himself to his clan, he will accept the help of others when offered. He is particularly fond of his siblings and those that cared for him as a kit. He also has a very innocent view of the world and is a hopeless-romantic type. Leekfoot sometimes hears whispers in the wind or in his dreams. It rarely happens, but this was how he learned his name. He believes it is from the Northern God but sometimes he thinks it might be his mother. Leekfoot is a long-haired white tom with pale blue eyes.
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EVENINGKIT wisp - blessmyskull

Morning and evening. Two completely different times in the day, yet similar in appearances. Like his sister Morningcrane, Eveningwisp has a dark pelt. His fur is midnight in color that fades to an ashen gray at the tips. His eyes are a pale amber that are cold and emotionless. Eveningwisp does not speak and is a cat of few words. Most who meet him assume that he is mute, but he just never feels the need to say anything. The energy that most use for speaking and thinking of responses in conversations, he uses for watching and observing. Eveningwisp has a sharp eye and catches many things that others overlook. He notices the little things like subtle gestures and hints that most are not aware they are projecting. Though he does not like to speak, there is only one that is worth his words and that Is his sister Morningcrane. Eveningwisp does not speak to his parents nor is he close with them, but he is overprotective of his sister. With his words he will communicate to her and protect her.
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MANGLEDKIT mind - Honeystorm
Mangledmind grew with hope in his heart, he knew he had demon blood in his veins, but held hope that if WinterClan still let him live and breathe that he must be worthy. Mangledkit grew up very prideful, trying to not let anyone shame him too much, but would back down out of fear. He managed to live on the cusp of fear, but still maintain a happy life as a kit. Mangledmind growing up was very attached to Snakefang and because of this Snakefang tried his best to shelter Mangledmind from the abuse of WinterClan. However Mangledmind’s visits to see his mother in prison haunted him, he was afraid to wind up imprisoned like she was. He tried his best to be a great apprentice, but wasn’t afraid to speak up if someone was bullying his family. Soon enough the clan was beginning to trust him a bit more for his good behavior while still keeping his pride, however this didn’t sit well with everyone. One particular night Mangledpaw was taken from his nest and dragged away by a WinterClan warrior. He was tormented for weeks, his limbs broken and twisted, his ears had holes and cuts and half of his tail was just managing to hold onto the bone. His mind turned off for a while, just living in the pain, but never did he let his mind feel it. Despite the injuries the medicine cat managed to fix his limbs and tail, as well as heal his wounds, but his mind was mangled. He would laugh unexpectedly, scratch himself, babble on about strange things, cry in his sleep. His mind is more like a switch, he can turn himself back to sane, but if he did he would be tormented by the crippling trauma. He turns on the sane switch in his mind for very few people but his parents are one of the few he’ll talk to. It hurts him less to lose all pride in his insanity than remember what happened to him. Mangledmind has dark black extremely spiky fur that juts out at extreme, dramatic angles. He has murky yellow reptilian eyes like his father.
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<b>SOARINGWINDS</b> - STARK RAVING MAD
<br>Daddy this, daddy that, she's daddies little girl, short, spoiled, and no comprehension of what no means. Soaringwinds has mostly WinterClan blood, her grandmother forged the path forward for medical advances and don't you forget it or she'll be quick to put you in your place! Soaringwind's is a cute face without a filter, no capability of sugar coating what "can't be saved." Back in SummerClan she was a garden keeper, still a trained warrior, but with more of a focus in tending to flowers and herbs. Now that she's out in the frigid cold she's determined to find a way to make the flowers bloom even if she has to find special winter flowers to accomplish it. Soaringwind's frequently spends her time playing like a kit than actually accomplishing work, but don't mess with her, she's as fierce as the soaring winds and will shred your ears if you make her mad!
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<b>THUNDERPURR</b> - strawberrycupid
<br>"Oh she was wild, she was free. Faced the fire fearlessly. That's the spirit, that's the ghost inside of me." Chasing Thunder by Kesha. Thunder is never quiet, never just a blip on the radar that is seen than gone. No, thunder is something that shakes you down straight to your bones, rattling you inside and out. It's the precursor to lightning, the kind of sign that could never be missed. While lightning is just a blink of light, thunder's like an echo. Never leaving you. Even though she's an outsider, Thunderpurr is like the puzzle piece Winterclan was looking for. She is the perfect specimen of WinterClan with thick long silvery fur that helps her blend into her environment. Like her father, her fur is decorated with stray pieces of nature. Gorgeous bluejay feathers, strings of pearls from SummerClan, and snowdrop flowers curl around her fur in an assortment of colors and objects. Her eyes are an electric yellow, like the lightning you'd see after hearing her. She holds herself tall and with pride, close to the point of arrogance. She is incredibly proud of her homelands and ensuring every clanmates safety. But Thunderpurr knows where she's from, the mellower Summerclan, and will not stand by if her family is being ridiculed. True to her heart, her words are quick to shut down anyone or any troubling situation. Though she isn't necessarily a peacekeeper, a bit too selfish to dive to a stranger's defense. She has a very elegant nature about herself, always remaining composed, civil, and never raising her voice, only strengthening her words. Thunderpurr is the kind to ask the harder questions, to keep herself chillingly cool in any situation. Despite her composed nature, she suffers from her grandmother's psychopathy and lack of empathy. There's no fighting with herself about hurting others, no worries about if her actions are right or wrong, and even a lack of concern for other's outside of Winterclan. It's hard to tell if she's trying to manipulate you, as sometimes her words go against the eccentric nature she got from her father. She's quick to let go and explode into a party animal, any shred of elegance torn away as all her vices mix into a violent cocktail. It's as startling as thunder, and she doesn't mind.

Warrior? Prisoner? Whatever Windyhurricane's kids are supposed to start

<b>RAVENKIT island</b> - strawberrycupid
<br>Nevermore. A memory of Dayclan never existed, there was nothing to destroy. Raven and her siblings were ripped from their home too young to even taste the milk from it before being brought up to Winterclan. Looking over the world, almost like Ravenisland is sitting on top of her very own statue of Athena. Ancient and mystic blood flows through her veins, of leaders and nemeses and pathologists. According to Primal Instinct lore, daughters with pathologist blood have been able to see ghosts. The sing-song whispers Ravenisland speaks reminds Winterclan of the past, and it only makes her talk quieter. She's supernatural to the nth degree, practically lost on her own island that exists in her mind. She sees things out of the corner of her eyes, hears the bumps in the night, and the growling under her bed. Till she turns to look at it, which makes it stop. Almost like the monsters are more scared of her than she is of them. It's easy, they seem like such a constant presence, Ravenisland has gotten used to it. If she feels fear, she doesn't show it. Able to sit through the scariest stories, or the worst injuries she could feel. The cats around her are scary, but she wonders if the monsters in the cave are moreso. Her mind is constantly in and out of dreams, whether awake or asleep. And Raven can end up so gone, it causes her to get in trouble. Sometimes she doesn’t notice predators sneaking up on her while she’s spacing out. Ravenisland is soft-spoken with an addictive lullaby sounding voice like her mother's. She resembles quite a bit of her mother with her white bengal paws and black fur color, like she's covered in raven feathers herself. Ravenisland keeps to herself, a true enigma to the others in the clan. In some folklore, ravens are murder victims that weren't given a proper burial. In others, they are damned souls. Whatever they are, the birds seem to gather around their namesake. It only feels like a matter of time until she disappears, and she won't come back. Nevermore.

Kit (Lionwhisper x Sweetiepeach)

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