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<b>CHIVALROUSKIT fleece <b> - WOOF <br>The spirit of the storm, WinterClan's harsh blizzards and everlasting gales have spun themselves into the form of thick, pearly white fur and pale, almost colorless blue eyes. He looks far more forbidding than he actually is, standing taller than most and with squared shoulders, but he speaks with a shockingly quiet voice, more demure and withdrawn than the average WinterClan cat. He was the most affected by his mother's death and tends to be more careful than the rest of his litter, taking on the role of their guardian even if it means he's the bad guy. His own emotions have been quashed deep beneath the ice in his blood where they're preserved in his frozen heart, but it's only a matter of time before the ice shatters. Kit
Post by Tigerclover on Mar 27, 2021 10:05:25 GMT -5
Pebblekit/cloud - female, modest, encouraging, snide. She was lucky to be born with long fur, especially to survive in the cold winter of her home. Snide comments, harsh tossed words, they're her way of encouraging those around her. Not really the best way to go about it, but not that she cares. Some times it works though, especially when it comes to battle training. Other times it helps her in the middle of the of battle to get into her opponent's head. But most surprising of all, is that she's modest cat who finds pride in her home, even if she has some NightClan blood in her veins. She's a WinterClan cat through and through. 75% WinterClan, 25% NightClan
Fabledkit/night - male, brothers with Tangledlight, devoted, mysterious, no-nonsense, full main coon. Fablednight takes no pleasure in hanging out at the Burial Grounds with his brother solely because he can't stand seeing the other tom freeze at the sight of a deer. This dark brown main coon has no time for nonsense, not even his own brother's. He's devoted to their religion, even going so far as to promoted to any cat he runs into and will not take no for an answer when it comes to hearing him out. But overall, most don't know much about this tom. He's a mystery topped with cunning, sharp yellow eyes and a handsome appearance. 100% WinterClan
Morningfrost - "heart broken father" - link It funny how your heart is strong enough to love one moment, can be shattered like ice the next. Morningfrost was a devoted a loving mate to Eveninglight, channeling every ounce of himself into their relationship. He was happy, feeling whole and completed when he was with his soul mate, until tragedy struck. While out on a date, his mate slipped into the river and was killed. Now he finds it difficult to even look at his kits that he once wanted and prayed for.
Post by Flurryofstars on Apr 5, 2021 23:17:24 GMT -5
<b>BLACKKIT frost</b> - FLURRYOFSTARS <br> With a pelt of long charcoal fur and eyes a liquid gold, Blackfrost is a near clone of his mother--a fact he’s reluctant to admit. After watching his “dad” struggle with Nightfreeze’s string of affairs and continuous acts of disloyalty, the already hateful tom grew to resent her as well as every cat on his mom’s side of the family. Only his siblings were given a special place in his heart, though his love for them was far from unconditional. Except for maybe Specklednight, for whom he especially cared for and sometimes became overprotective of. Family and clan loyalty is his greatest value and anyone who disrespects that is little more than dirt in his eyes, and he’s not afraid to say so. Even on a good day, Blackfrost is prone to hate everyone he meets as he’s easily annoyed and anti-social. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t care for his peers though. If push came to shove, he’d probably jump in front of a fatal blow if it meant saving someone else. He’s also just as likely to deliver a fatal blow against those to betray or get in his way, and he’s got the bite to back it up. Blackfrost was born with a natural talent for combat and after spending much of his free time training, he’s developed into one of the best fighters in the clan. While his hunting is just above average, his impressive speed, strength, and mental capabilities make him worthy of the line of suitors eager to claim him as their mate. His cool composure and good looks only add to the appeal. The rest of his personality, however, makes him almost impossible to approach. Quiet unless necessary, cocky, easily jealous, and snarky, he’s not exactly ideal friend material, but his intentions are good. With most of his time focused on self-improvement, Blackfrost hopes to one day become strong enough to lead the clan away from its self-destructive path and into something more accepting and peaceful. Youth
<b>Tundrakit mask</b> - IAN <br> A larger tom with a brown-black mask and mantle coloration that is only interrupted by bright white. Pale green eyes are the central focus of his face, and they always are intently locked on something, although it isn't always clear what. The son of SummerClan's Chimeramask and WinterClan's Nightfreeze and sibling to Swiftfreeze, Blackfrost and Specklednight, Tundramask is a quiet tom who doesn't tend to talk to others that he doesn't trust. This leaves him with few friends, as even though he tries to see the best in others, he can be hard to get to open up. He finds it hard to see flaws in those he loves. Despite his desire to see the good in all cats, he has a penchant for finding them in compromising positions. This leaves him prone to cognative dissonance, where he overlooks the bad to his own fault. kitten
<b>BLOODYHEARTS</b> - JADIE <br>Crimson streams of blood red tabby stripes circle this tom’s pelt from nose to tail tip, bright and vibrant as if freshly spilled from a mortal wound. An especially wide vein adorns his shoulders and mid-back, twisting and swirling, ripples in a growing pool. Bloodyhearts’s cold celadon eyes stand out against their vibrant backdrop, accented by the red body paint he still applies to their outer corners. It’s the only custom he’s managed to cling to from his former life in SunClan. Even though he was not Clan-born, Bloodyhearts always believed himself favored by the Sun God, a belief cemented in his heart when he was selected as Priest Promised. The Sun God was everything to him, his guide, his father figure, his reason for living and now, after devoting his life to his cause, he finds himself cursed and exiled from his deity’s holy lands. Bloodyhearts is now widely known as a monster and it’s perhaps his biggest insecurity as, on one hand, he truly believes everything he did was guided by the divine but, on the other, he’s starting to realize that maybe he misinterpreted… something? He still has all his confidence and bravado but it’s more empty, shallow, even, compared to what he once was. There’s no light in his eyes, no passion in his heart, he’s just existing on a single shred of hope that someday, somehow, he will regain his place at the Sun God’s side… because what else is there for him if not the approval of the divine? <br>Mate: <br>Crime: For being an outsider Position: Prisoner
Mate Log Info Bloodyhearts [Jadie] || Blood Status: 0% || Sexual Orientation: Gay || Family: LINK
<b>GINGERSNAP</b> - FAITH <br> BOIS! That’s her answer to any question, Gingersnap is a big believer in love at first sight, true loves kiss, and every romantic cliche imaginable including kissing frogs much to everyone's disgust. She loves fairytales and often is confused why the world isn’t like the stories she hears, but she doesn’t let that bother her one bit. She’s very inspired by princesses and always tries to come off well mannered, righteous, and kind. Because of this she’s quick to over compliment her clan mates, but can gush over people a bit too much to the point that they may think she’s flirting… And possibly is. Gingersnap’s always looking for her true love and can become quite possessive. When she becomes over stressed by things her nice side can easily warp, but she often rants, screams and overall throws a tantrum when she’s certain no one else is around. Gingersnap is a strawberry blond Siamese with aquamarine colored eyes. <br>Mate:
LEOPARDKIT snow - AMBERMOON Bio: Leopardsnow was born on December 2nd, 2020 to a white Norwegian forest cat Father and a Snow Bengal tiger-striped Mother. Her Mother was a kitty-pet, who didn't want kits, so when she had Leopardsnow, she gave her to her Father to raise in WinterClan. Unlike the rest of her Clan, who have long fur, she has short and sleek fur. She is often teased about her short fur and her kitty-pet roots, but that doesn't stop her from doing everything she can for her Clan, even braving the coldest weather, alongside her Clan-mates and not speaking a word, about it. Leaopardsnow is a kind, quiet she-cat who is rather smart for her own good. It often either gets her high praise or a good chewing out, depending on what she used it for. Leopardsnow, just wants to be accepted for who she is not for who her bloodline is. She loves the snow and isn't afraid of going out in a blizzard to prove her worth. She has dreams of becoming Leader of the Clan, and proving that even short furred cats can survive in the bitter cold, just like long furred cats, and that being half-Clan, shouldn't derail someone from being Leader of the Clan or in a high position. She believes it is earned, not given to someone because of blood-status. Leopardsnow is a white cat with light brown pattern of splotches all along her pelt. Her tail has a light brown ring all along it as well. Her eyes are a light green hue, like newly grown grass. She worships her Warrior Ancestors and pays honor to Selene and Borealis, though she doesn't really believe in them. She believes in the Ancestors more than the Gods. She was close to her Father, Mallowstag, until he died shortly after turning five moons old. She was then brought up by the Queens of the Clan until she became an apprentice. From then on, she worked hard to become a warrior of WinterClan, despite the persecution she underwent and would continue to deal with the rest of her life.
<b>WHISPEREDKIT </b> - AtomHeart <br> Whine was the first traitor of the family, or maybe the first traitor was his brother. Whine was born into an upper class WinterClan family, one revered for their pureblood status, but it wasn’t a perfect family. His parents also had children who were adopted, children that weren’t treated equally to the blood children. Instead their adopted children were abused and beaten, and resentment grew. Soon enough when the children had grown they turned on their parents. In the battle Whine’s parents lost their lives, but one child wasn’t satisfied, their older adopted brother Rottenfang. Rottenfang stole all of his siblings that he could, vanishing into the night. But unlike how Dottymask raised him, he was kind except for one tradition. Rottenfang changed Whine and her siblings' names to Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining, a term of brotherly endearment really. Whine felt a close brotherly affection towards his older brother Rottenfang for as long as he could remember, the two brothers were inseparable. Whine grew up listening to Rottenfang tell stories of Wolf and Pup, two brothers who looked out for one another no matter the obstacles. He was fascinated by his brother's will and as such grew up close to his sister, Ling. The two were able to share in their personal vendetta against their birth parents for what they did to Rottenfang. So when Rottenfang jumped to accuse Whimp of being a traitor, maybe he had less of a hard time following through with believing it than it would have been if it was Ling. Whine still loved Whimp though, but he trusted his brother more so when Whimp was labeled a traitor he didn’t hesitate to drag her into the murky swamp, tying her down into the water. He cried every night for her for being a traitor, missing the way things were… Hating himself for leaving her to die. But soon enough his sister Ling went missing, Rottenfang didn’t seem concerned and a part of him knew that she too had become a traitor, one that Rottenfang had personally taken care of. Soon he began to whine to Rottenfang, wanting to know where Ling was, if he was next, he dared him to snap at him too… And he did. Rottenfang in a moment of rage turned fast on Whine, tearing open his throat to shut up the whining, but unlike with his sisters there was a deep immediate regret. Whine blacked out into what he was certain was death, but awoke to Rottenfang gently placing him down, his throat bandaged. Whine couldn’t speak any longer, only whine as his brother explained that he just needed to lie there and wait for a patrol who would take him in. A clan that would give him a happier life than what his brother could give. But after everything Whine wanted his brother. From that day forward he got his demon name, Whiningwhelp, a name he immediately lived up to, following his brother around like the stupid loyal puppy he knew he was. Hoping someday that maybe he could do better than whine, to heal his throat and find his voice again. Whine is a pure white cat with blue eyes and a wide mouth like a wolf.
Since the new layout will be going up this week, I’ll be adding these guys to the new layout instead of the one currently on the page, so don’t worry! Your cats are added!
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
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Post by Nova on May 1, 2021 15:01:44 GMT -5
<b>SPECKLEDKIT night</b> - Nova <br>Being the only girl in a litter of boys is never easy. But Specklednight pulls it off flawlessly. This fluffy tuxedo has her brothers wrapped around her little paw, and boy does she know it. Specklednight likes to consider herself the more astute of her siblings, but even she has her little air headed moments. But at the end of the day, she’s the one that comes up with all of their hair-schemed ideas. Specklednight loves her family, but sometimes she just can’t handle how dysfunctional they are. She doesn’t say anything about her mother’s affairs, no matter how they may rub her the wrong way. She never questioned it as a kit, but as she grew she started to realize that something wasn’t right. Though her and her other brothers looked close enough to her mother, Swiftfreeze didn’t look anything like their parents. That was when she realized the truth. Now she’s made it her mission to find her real father, determined to drag her brothers with her no matter what. But she’s loyal to Winterclan, and wouldn’t give up the snow for anything. <br>Mate: n/a
WOLFSPEAK - bauble It’s said that the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. But what if the opposite is true? What does a lone wolf do when he finds himself packless? The slings of misfortune have rendered this tom chilly and distant: he’s a cat of few words, who prefers to fade into the riffraff of clan life rather than draw attention to himself. His stoic demeanor offers no clue into what he’s seen, but the memory of his losses are ghosts that dance behind his eyes. The ghosts count seven: the father who taught him honor and responsibility, the mother who taught him loyalty and compassion. Three brothers who taught him strength and determination, and two sisters who taught him faith and mercy. Like his parents, his pelt is a long grey-brown, with black hair on his back, and lighter tones on his underbelly. He likes to think he inherited his big black paws from his brothers and sad blue eyes from his sisters. When their blood painted the snow, his heart was forever locked in a cage of ice. But the blood of his heritage still thrums through his veins today, chanting one mantra: serve the pack. That pack is Winterclan now. Warrior
Mate Log Info Wolfspeak [ bauble ] || Blood Status: 0% WinterClan || Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual || Family: None
<b>DEATHPAW reign</b> - CLEAVER <br>Wintrystar’s little prince, he knows how to play the part; gracious smiles, cool distance, polite laughter, they’re all weapons in his arsenal. There’s an art to creating a mystery, to charming his clan with his bad boy appearance without giving away the game, and he’s skilled in the role. Deathreign isn’t a perfect actor, however, and the closer you get to him, the more facade falls. He can’t keep a secret and talks under pressure, and once he starts, he can’t stop. Beneath that serious expression Deathreign is... a bit awkward, and his family will never let him forget it. He shredded moss balls as a kit, purely on accident, but he’s had a reputation ever since then and his siblings see him as an outcast, a joke. It doesn’t help that he isn’t nearly as cool as he pretends. Sure, he’ll jump off a high cliff without a second thought to prove he’s fearless, but he’d rather be improving his list of the different types of snow. He’d rather be working on his collection of crystal fragments, or playing a little game, or studying the religions of the other clans. Deathreign keeps his introverted pursuits to himself, but he can get so lost in them it interferes in his relationships, especially when he misses date night. How is he supposed to focus on other cats when there’s a snake or scorpion to try and trap? He doesn’t mind lying here and there to cover up what he’s actually been doing, and sometimes it makes him look more like a bad boy, but honestly it just makes cats trust him even less than they already do. Deathreign doesn’t care. Everyone else can suck it up and deal with it. When it comes to his love life, well, Deathreign keeps things complicated: he was engaged to Subtletouch when they were apprentices, but gay and closeted, he wasn’t about to fall for her. Instead, he pushed her away, embracing the bad boy persona as an excuse to go on a single date with her sister Limelight. Suffice to say the date went poorly, but he successfully created a new obstacle in his marriage, and that’s fine by him. Deathreign takes after his father Howlingnight with smoky grey trails through his long ebony coat and piercing yellow eyes. His siblings are Gardeniagore, Pomegranatedecay, Reapingnight, and Skeletalrose. <br>Mate: Engaged to Subtlepaw (NovaAmaro)
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 25, 2021 14:49:51 GMT -5
<b>COTTONPAW tail</b> - simplylight <br>Cottontail is colored exactly like half-melted snow: Mostly snowy white with gray dappling peaking through here and there. The gray is peppered strongest on his face, legs and back, serving as a perfect camouflage for WinterClan’s mountain home. However, his tail remains a pure and uninterrupted white. This tom also has a distinctive gray nose and yellow eyes that shift to jade green at the center. Like most cats in his family, Cottontail is large and handsome, a perfect example of a WinterClan cat, an image he intends to keep up. He is more concerned with his appearance than most and often spends time looking at his own reflection, taking in his best and worst features. Both sides are important to him. Cottontail wants to be admired and intimidating at the same time, so he can’t be too soft or too harsh, but somewhere in-between. Finding this balance comes easy to him as he is very in tune with other cats’ moods as well as a perceptive listener. In fact, he often uses other cats’ hopes and dreams to manipulate them into doing his bidding without them even realizing it. Thus, Cottontail finds himself constantly building alliances with other cats, the main goal being to boost his status, but he also likes the company, he’s the social type, after all. <br> Position: Student
<b>SPOTTYKIT memories</b> - simplylight <br> Spotty is a cloud of white curls, a glistening beauty. Her dazzling white fur illuminates sleek and slippery, like ice. Spotted with silver and grey spots sprinkled throughout her fur like snow fall, an arctic beauty crafted with WinterClan pureblood perfection. Despite her knockout looks and proud pureblood heritage Spotty doesn’t have things easy. Her parents were both murdered during a WinterClan battle leaving her and her siblings orphaned, at least until a phantom in the night stole three of her siblings leaving only herself and her brother. Her brother was asleep at the time, but Spotty was awake, every adult wanted to know what happened to them, but her memory was spotty. She grew up with adults comforting her, explaining that no one expected her to remember, that she was only a kit. That might have been true, but to Spotty her siblings expected her to remember, they believed in her to find them even if the adults didn’t. Unfortunately for Spotty that isn’t close to where her problems end. Spotty, being as clumsy as she is slipped on ice when she was a kit causing various neurological issues including collapsing into sleep randomly or other times being unable to fall asleep for days. But the worst part of the injury is that her ability to retain memories seems to be fading more everyday. By the time she’s an adult her memory slowly fades over the course of three days until restarting completely. Because of this Spotty keeps everything she knows written down in symbols that she taught herself before her memory had gotten worse. Because of this she often forgets people she met a few days ago, doesn’t remember certain aspects about them or forgets that certain loved ones have died, however she has a near perfect memory of everything before she became a warrior. <br>
