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<span>SINKINGSATURN + <i>played by achromatic</i></span>

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Sinkingsaturn's father found himself buried by the weight of all the responsibilities his position entailed, crushed by the globe he held on his shoulders like Atlas once did. Inherit the earth. Blessed are those who suffer persecution, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. Sinkingsaturn's mother, the late Frozenstar, had protected the clan all her life and she had died in the dirt, never seeing the seeds she sowed grow into the fruits of her labour. Inherit the kingdom of god. Sinkingsaturn's brothers had been the rock she had found herself relying on. Jupitermoon for his humour and wit. Stainedneptune for his warmth and comfort. When her father left, her brothers had broken apart like the earth's crust, solidifying the fault lines that cracked through the roots of their family tree, leaving her to pick up the broken shards. Inherit the earth. She laughs, claiming that her father never gave her the patches on her bengal coat–no, it was born from the cracked dirt that rocked her to the core, turning the once bright, happy kitten into the sardonic creature she is today. She doesn't know where the bitterness resonates–was it when her younger brother was born? When Silverspectre stopped speaking? When her father left? Or when her mother died, her legacy buried by the avalanche of their family's trauma?–but Sinkingsaturn's the only one left behind. Perhaps it is why she's so loud, so blunt, so willing to fight anyone despite her small size, why she puts away any doubt long enough to call it courage, hiding every bit of vulnerability behind the blue-eyed mask she's had to put on all her life. Blessed be the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. If inheriting the earth meant inheriting the earthquake and the fault lines that destroyed everything she used to be, then she'll be everything but, for surely, Sinkingsaturn will stare at the gods defiantly as she sinks into hell, lest she wastes her life being meek for an earth that never deserved her.

<b>Caste + </b> (Sinkingsaturn's pureblood & one of Frozenstar's (former leader) kits!)
<b>Mate +</b>

IDK if I need to fill this in lol, since this is going to be for a plot, but:

Sinkingsaturn [achromatic] || Blood Status: 100% || Sexual Orientation: bisexual || Family: Frozenfray/star + Crookedarrow (parents), Jupitermoon, Stainedneptune, Silverspectre (siblings) 
or if your cat has a mate fill out
Sinkingsaturn & Wolfspeak || Married: tba! (assuming it's an arranged marriage too! idk what to put here) || Kits: none atm! 

SQUIDKING - bauble
A blizzard shook the heavens on the night he was born, and scarce could be heard over the howling winds, save for the howls of the child born within it. The elders who were witness whisper that he never shook the fury of that night — the storm seems to have bonded to his soul, and become a part of him. Squidking was born from old and proud Winterclan stock, but his cavaliering has thrown him from grace. He’s a spiral in a world of squares, a swashbuckler who’s tight with his favor, but loose with his affection. Silver words flow freely — and paired with a barbed charm, he can singe and ensare with equal abandon. He grew up with a stir craze in his soul; he’s always had a paw halfway out the door, ready to explore the world. But his pride keeps him rooted to Winterclan, where he’s determined to rise back to the Seraph class where he belongs. His fur is as ink black as night, and his eyes are reflective steel, like two shiny silver dollars.
Warrior

Mate log info
Squidking [bauble] || Blood Status: 100% WinterClan || Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual || Family: None

<span>ORIOLELEI + <i>played by SHADOWBLADEღ </i></span>
A long-haried, black with bright orange to rust splotches tortoiseshell she-cat with honey colored eyes and a white nose bridge. Oriolepaw a normal, independent, socially friendly, and always something or so much on her mind that she occasionally comes across scatterbrained and mildly disorganized kind of cat. She was happier than ever this adventurous one - so enthusiastic and lively, she enjoyed adventure stories and dead set on one day having or creating her own grand journey one day... it'd be a shame if something ruined it. Not alive, not dead inside, maybe half-dead? Perhaps that best described the complicated feelings and mood she's been in after a fatal accident of her childhood friend, and fellow brave adventurer. Oriolepaw was distracted and away, someone did something accidentally and she -the self-proclaim 'responsible apprentice'- never got over the guilt or forgot the experience. To enjoy living so much it really horrible to her to think it could be over and gone just like that. Her subconscious actually tortured itself with nightmares of cold, darkness, overwhelming fear, overwhelming dread, the whispers, the horrors. Oriolelei couldn't help the dissociative, fatalistic resignation state she fell in, the disconnect she secretly felt with everyone outside of her few close friends took years to overcome, or more like forget. She believes in her clan, and loves the fierce loyalty between them but feels it hurts to follow their ways. If she was actually held accountable for that accident that happen so long ago she probably would've been demoted, if her father told the truth about who her mother was, they'd both be demoted or thrown out for the additional lie. Her mother was an outsider who gave birth around the time a battle took place, so when her mother couldn't stop the bleeding and knew she had to call out for him, he abandoned defending his clan and friends. He ultimately would end up taking the kit she wanted to name 'Aradia' that would never be, and bring right back to the ones he left; he claimed a female friend he left to die was the mother of the sole kit. The kitting was early and came by stress, can't you tell by the fighting to death and the sole kit? No more questions asked, and none were. He already fell out of the Grace caste having her inherit the Tarnished caste and she was testing the waters without even knowing it - her personality was just so bad for a WinterClan cat. 'Forget the outsiders, respect the caste, respect the code' so when he finally told her all that after losing her friend and just wanting some words of comfort, she got that instead. So she straighten up her act so to speak to be back in the Grace caste with her father - maybe that's why the sadness, the distance hurt that much more during her youth with everything repressed. She couldn't even tell her best friend Rowanstrike the things her father told her, but socializing is hard for him so luckily he never asked or tried to problem solve, sometimes having an ear to just listen to her and how she felt was enough, and a lot better than her father bringing up his mistake and telling her to get it together.
"spent most of my life, riding waves, playing acrobat, shadowboxing the other half, learning how to react, catching my breath, letting it go,"
Becoming a warrior and rising into a caste felt so freeing and somehow still off - she still wasn't sure she even deserved it but she just wanted to be herself again, to sing regardless of whose around to hear, to catch her breath, let it go and have her heavy heart felt like weightless cloud again. Forget all the wrongs, to do what feels right and leave behind some reasons to be missed not continuing this cycle of anger or hate. She wants to help her fellow clansmates, because that's what she wants not because it might help her move up. She even volunteers with the students while still barely having an inkling of how far her skills can go, what she's going to do with her life but if she pretends she's confident, then maybe she can fake it to make it. She feels like she was late to break out of her shell and start anew, forgetting the former pieces of herself except well, her enthusiasm for adventure. Now it's just to places of relevance to whatever research or new vein of information she's obsessed with. Oriolelei's former passions rejuvenate in fueling the new ones through her youth and early adulthood. She likens herself to a specialist to help identify an item - except for plants, no shade to the medicine cats but all plants look the same to her #cancelher - and gives things her own rarity based purely on opinion but also get a first look at whatever interesting items comes their way. The possibility of finding or re-finding ancient or brand new, or strange two-legs things that could already be within their paws' reach and they just have to grab it. Who knows where her efforts, unusual love for the dead and time will be worth? Death is a complicated duality with her; on one hand she's seen an outsider off the border - frozen completely still, like sculptures ready to come to life, and to that she's a 'death fangirl' perhaps - charming to a degree. But also what if they could reverse that one day? There's so much to life they don't know and life's mysteries kinda inspires her. Other times if she's having an existential crisis with you, she believes and lives like there is no afterlife- so she /has/ to live it up while she can. If she's right, then it's too sad to think about all the cats who don't get to live full lives, all the ones that die young... but if she's wrong, then thank the stars their short and fragile lives have something else to live for, or rather to continue experiencing a different kind of life, the afterlife. To have a life to look back on with joy, she doesn't have to be perfect and neither do you. On her good days or bad days she's kicking down the doors to people's personal boundaries and sometimes accidentally being too much and other times not so accidentally getting to know her clanmates better because sometimes just talking about dumb dreams meaning or toms or 'that's a pretty big rabbit in the pile there - you think they're starting to finally mutate?' 'Finally?' 'Ohyouhaven'theardmytheoryyet?' She thinks of Rowanstrike as her guidance she could hang out all day with without even saying a word and just being in each other's company, Gingersnap is her gossip and social buddy she doesn't hesitate to visit or 'to monitor the prisoner' - heck even when they don't have a patrol or anything she still shows up just to realize it with 'OOOhhh right.... Well, wanna go get breakfast since I'm here?' Oriolelei doesn't seem to take anything as an inconvenience and sometimes carries a mysterious 'it was meant to happen anyways' attitude. Hanging around these prisoners is making her soft, what was that saying - wounded birds flock together? Something like that, and something about living for freedom and wanting to help others spread their wings that draws her to Amberbird, and other cats in general. All the other cats she see as the friends she wants to be close to but so far has never had the opportunity to.<b>Caste + Grace</b> based on your cat's blood status, see caste thread here
<b>Mate + RSVD</b> filled out by all but kits, leave it blank if you don't have one

<span>SCAREDBREATH+ <i>played by SHADOWBLADEღ </i></span>
A long haired, diluted calico of white, grey and pastel orange she-cat with light teal eyes and red nose.
"Got a sweet face, but I only play villain, Sugarcoat [-] so you never taste venom" Scaredbreath is what you get when you take a mostly innocent kit and throw it in the harsh blizzard of WinterClan and raised with their ideologoy. But lets back it up to how she came to be. Born to Silentsnow on a stormy winter night, Brokensight and Sacredbreath nearly died their very first night with Silentsnow passing during birth leading to her poor little brother to arrive into the world with a broken paw. However she and her brother were not quiet about their desires to become strong WinterClan warriors, and while Scaredkit ran circles around the other kits she always came back and supported him so that one day they would ran and play tag together, and later would become about being apprentices and warriors together. She and her brother were all they had and maybe it was the abandonment issues that convinced her she couldn't do it without his support strengthening her patience and understanding but also her righteousness and prioritizing her brother to the point of hurting her other relationships, exacerbating her fear ironically making her more isolated when her go to response now is turn things down to avoid the abandonment and disappointment. Thins only got worse when the two siblings became apprentices just before the battle against Primal Instinct and participated in the battle once it came upon the clan. Being bigger than most apprentices - be it good genes or just thick fluffy to keep the claws from ever touching her skin - Scaredpaw had confidence in her self and accepted the challenge to fight. Scaredbreath however had a bad habit of being very blunt sometimes and speaks her mind when no one asked, getting her into trouble against the war. She was frustrated and in pain from the fighting and snapped at the wrong cat - telling the 'freak' to get her alley cats out only made her angry and boy did she find out. There's a small, smooth scar on her shoulder blade noticeable only by it's bald spot and she would prefer you don't mention it. The other is long, skinny scar along her side that's harder to see but took forever to heal and still gives her phantom pains whenever something or someone gets near it and anxiety will make her instinctively snap at whatever has that misfortune. They proved their skills and their worth during the battle, both eligible to receive their warrior names following the end of the war and cemented her in the highest caste of Seraph. However, Brokensight lost one eye that day and was partially blinded in the other; his dreams of being a full-fledge warrior were killed that day. Brokensight remains pretty positive and the happy-go-lucky one and rather balances her nihilistic and unravels her misanthropy with each good day. As she stand now she's posh, sarcastic, confident, classist and nihilistic leaning towards misanthropic. Albeit, Scaredbreath is also very patient, protective, open, with a rather instinctual heroic nature and more accepting cat while still being based on Winterclan values. Scaredbreath often uses her charming smile and previous friendly demeanor to either catch enemies off guard and underestimate her or get cats to open up to her and study others around her as originally a coping mechanism to accept or deny a friendship and keep her in a one-sided control of that happening to prevent the whole abandonment/disappointment thing. It also turned into a game, finding out who was also pretending to be sweet and building group she could casually be cruel and talk trash with.
"I'm not here for any truce --- your pardons" While mostly calm, composed and civil with her clan, she has quite the duality in that she's the first to reject truces, get irrational towards outsiders out of petty bitterness and starting swearing 'fleabag this' and 'fleabag that'. Wrong her even once and clanmates or not, you'll be quick to find out if she's in the mood to pack a punch. Naturally, she doesn't believe in second chances. Her strength and rather good deduction skills with occasional caution keeps her comfortable in her caste.
"You should pipe down if you don't got --- to say, Ima head out watch me I just turn and wave" It also means she considers things and cats beneath her- while she doesn't actively look to start trouble on borders or gatherings she also can't keep her comments to herself and will probably get involved in things anyway and hold her opinion in high regard and be rather callous to those of lower caste or opposing opinion. Nothing personal, just don't get in her way, or she might put you in place. That said she respects confidence, honesty, and loyalty like any other cat. Someone who can and does stand by her side - to fight for each other is all that matters in her book it's just all the details and past trauma that tend to get in the way and muddle her decisions and complicate her relationships/friendship sand make her a wildcard in how she will react to something if it goes against her values. The only thing she can't seem to get right is her arranged marriage. Scaredbreath isn't even sure she ever wanted a mate or kits, but she was arranged with Indigochill, and at first the two seemed to be two sides of the same coin, neither was looking for love, neither wanted kits and neither wanted to even make friends. He wanted his distance, he wasn't perfect at keeping his hurting a secret, but she would know not to bring it up, play blind and let him go on his way - she wanted her distance too and she didn't want to talk about their burdens- except more so she could maintain some control of the relationship. Wow, perfect. While the marriage vows felt weird, something felt okay and they might have both genuinely awkwardly smiled that day. Life can be cruel trick though, and Wintrystar's passing reminder that couples are expected to eventually have kits, ideally in 6 months-1 year didn't help. Neither of them were really putting that much effort into it either. Of course if she could keep track of her fertility days she's probably intentionally mark the days she wasn't fertile but now if she could its be easier to mark the one fertile day for them and be done with it. She just wanted things done and over with, that having a litter would really get them off their backs at least for a few years, if only cats could have menopause. But she wasn't open to compromise and neither was he. So weeks of fighting, cue the animosity between them every time the other entered the room, and somehow it would led to an unhealthy, aggressive, kind of hate-love if one could even call it that. Or maybe just 'self-made anger with a release' that, for some reason, just made him cruel towards her. She doesn't know how it started, maybe just banter at first that started to cross the line, where blaming her everything became his norm but the winces of her eyes, the saddened look on her face and deep down he just crumbles when she started to cry. How did they get here? How did it come to this? Her rank means nothing against the same rank, even she can't get herself permanently exempt from marriage if she wanted to. Something about her or the marriage that just brings out the worst of him now and she has no control to stop it.
<b>Caste + Seraph</b>
<b>Mate + Indigochill</b>

<span>INDIGOCHILL+ <i>played by SHADOWBLADEღ </i></span>
A long haired white tom with faint light gray face marking, grey tail, a red nose, slight eyebags and intense, deep blue-indigo eyes.
"What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom" Indigokit was born to happy little couple, one of his siblings weak and unfortunately didn't make it past kithood. That was the first or the worst, because he had to grow up during the war with WinterClan and PI. Looking back on it his poor mother might have been more than a little stressed out and might have been why she didn't handle the end trimester or nursey so easily and always seemed to be... looking over her shoulder. It must of have finally clicked when word broke out of Acornkit's body being sent back along with Frigidkit to send a message: "Every sunrise a kit draws their final breath." He was nearing apprentice age when the final fight would take place and his mother the great and brave cat he couldn't wait to learn from and fight with - she fought along side her mate and both would perish in the lengthy battle to end it all. Indigokit might have old enough, but ultimately didn't know how to fight - so he fought dirty 'disgraceful' one might call it and would gang up on one of the PI cats, and they kill them. Killing, intentional or indirectly causing their death - it didn't matter in that moment and it still doesn't today. It was the worst feeling he got and he never forgave himself or others for it. In a one day he lost experienced trauma, had his own near-death experience, and his support system with no one wise enough to help him process it all and turned on his clanmates by lashing out at them when they lamented his parents were heroes and died for a good cause. 'A good cause?'
"And my problem? Our culture can treat a loss, Like it’s a win and right before we turn on them," How could they say that to him? "Yeah they were my heroes and you took them away because all you care about is your dumb cause!" He wanted to yell it louder but no one would've listened anyways. Unfortunately, calling his fellow clanmates out wasn't exactly giving him popularity points either. One of them or maybe two or more of the more prouder cats just whispered about how he was a bad fighter resorting to such terrible tactics and that it would be a shame to be killed by him. He got secretly discriminated against by his peers for that - regardless of rank the seed of doubt and fear got spread like teenage drama and before he knew it Indigopaw realized he stood in the very grave they dug for him - and he started it by giving them the shovel. Fine. The war was over but even Indigokit knew PI had won.
"I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king." They took so much from him, he grew up fast that day. He thoughts he's not so proud that he would rather stay in back void of his mind but he's been insomniac since apprenticeship - if cat's could have eyebags he would - so he'd stay awake at night just burrowing a hole in the earth. Despite his setback, Indigochill still wants to be the best warrior he can be and prove them wrong - he couldn't make it as a Medicine cat/Witch and that's okay he's not sure he could live with the guilt if he lost a patient and he eventually would. So he'll support the clan he still loves - the younger generation don't know of the war, they don't know his secret disgrace, and he occasionally get marveled by the kits as Seraph and hopefully future Knight. That makes the pain of the past hurt a little less each day.
"I’m not disrespecting what was left behind, Just pleading that it does not get glorified." Indigochill is a stoic and straightforward person with an innate ability to spark conversation with anyone, despite holding a reserved and quiet attitude most of the time; remnants of the once friendly and charismatic kitten he used to be. He is shown to be rather clever, knowing just the right words to say to manipulate others into replying to his words, allowing him the opportunity to get the upper hand. He does not seem to mind doing something underhanded if it means he can claim victory in a fight - he wants his opponents to underestimate him and he stopped caring about what his clanmates or others think of him a long time ago anyways. He's anti-social way made it clear he's not into making friends, but he's rather easy-going, docile and over all compliant to help his clan and provide support for them be it another fighter holding the front lines or a distraction to lure the enemy and keep them away with his misdirect. The only thing he can't seem to be obedient about it arranged marriages. Indigochill isn't even sure he ever wanted a mate or kits, but he sure doesn't as heck doesn't want either by getting pressured into them. Indigochill was arranged with Scaredbreath, and at first the two seemed to be two sides of the same coin, neither was looking for love, neither wanted kits and neither wanted to even make friends. He wanted his distance, he wasn't perfect at keeping his hurting a secret, but she would know not to bring it up, play blind nd let him go on his way.
"Promise me this, If I lose to myself, You won’t mourn a day, And you'll move onto someone else." Wow, perfect. While the marriage vows felt weird, something felt okay and they might have both genuinely awkwardly smiled that day. Life can be cruel trick though, and Wintrystar's passing reminder that couples are expected to eventually have kits, ideally in 6 months-1 year didn't help. Neither of them were really putting that much effort into it either. Maybe she was in love with the concept, maybe she just wanted things done her way, maybe she thought having a litter would really get them off their backs but she wasn't open to compromise and neither was he. So weeks of fighting, cue the animosity between them every time the other entered the room, and somehow it would led to an unhealthy, aggressive, kind of hate-love if one could even call it that. Or maybe just 'self-made anger with a release' that, for some reason, just made him cruel towards her. He doesn't know how it started, maybe just banter at first that started to cross the line, where blaming her everything became his norm but the winces of her eyes, the saddened look on her face and deep down he just crumbles when she started to cry. How did they get here? How did it come to this? It's not her, he swears it's just the marriage that just brings out the worst of him now and neither know how to stop it.
"Find your grandparents or someone of age, Pay some respects for the path that they paved, To life they were dedicated. Now that should be celebrated."
<b>Caste + Seraph</b>
<b>Mate + Scaredbreath</b>

<span> Nutmegaroma + <i>played by uniqcrim</i></span>
His fur is as surreal as a painting, strokes of walnut brown, mahogany, and beige descend across his pelt in a woodland color scheme. Playfully His snout down his face is a white as well as his paws. He has dark as forest green eyes that shimmer with a trouble makers demeanor. Pine has dreams of being a hero, he knows his families got bad reputations, but he wants to prove that he can be a good warrior. The problem is that he must have his families bad blood trapped in him because every time he tries to do right he ends up doing wrong. Just bad luck you can suppose. He’ll try to help someone find their kit only to accidentally shove their kit into a river never to be seen again. Other times he might try to free a clan mate from being imprisoned only to watch them slaughter eight people and realize maybe they were in prison for a reason. Even sharing prey with someone he finds he accidentally gave them sick prey. His family couldn’t be prouder, but he’s constantly surrounded by swirling guilt over his reign of bad luck. He is the son of Mistyveil and Regin, Mistyveil was medicine cat/ first alchemist/ first witch/ ex prisoner/ ex prison guard of WinterClan. Regin was a prisoner the same time Mistyveil was. However his parents have since moved to SunClan changing their names to Mistyrose and Sparrowflight. Bio written by Faith.
<b>Caste + </b> Tarnished
<b>Mate +</b> None

<span> Rimeswirl + <i>played by uniqcrim</i></span>
Rimeswirl just showed up one day with no scent on her pelt to betray her origins. Yet her exotic looks point to the possibility of kittypet origins. Her knowledge though contradicts that idea, she just knows too much to have been raised by twolegs. Regardless of the truth she will not say. Oddly though she is quite adapted to the harsh climate of WinterClan. Her fur, while not long, is dense and plush; It easily keeps her warm as snow does not penetrate to her skin. Her paws are polydactyl, a natural snowshoe that keeps her above the snow. Her off white fur is marbled with seal tabby, swirls turn into stripes on her legs and face. Her pale eyes are a silver sage just slightly more vibrant at the center. Her rounded ears curl back and match her little stumpy tail. Her voice is soft and sweet with a hint of an accent, Russian or perhaps some other eastern european country. Rimeswirl is surprisingly devoted to the clan and its religion despite having grown up elsewhere. She is devoted to others perhaps to the detriment of herself. There is a temper though hidden in her sweet demeanor, one should not even think of crossing her. Stubbornness is another one of her less savory traits, often leading to fights with others. Yet she is a caring cat who strives to create relationships. Bio written by Atomheart.
<b>Caste + </b> Snow Kitty
<b>Mate +</b> None
<b>Crime +</b> Trespassing
Prisoner

<span> Eclipsekit(howl) + <i>played by racer</i></span>
 She's different than her brothers, wanting nothing to do with the roles of knights or family politics or even clan politics at that, she just wants to live a simple life. find a mate, be happy and loved and just live. She's probably the least stuck up and happy go lucky of all of her siblings and the most likely to befriend anyone in winterclan
<b>Caste + </b> Sereph
<b>Mate +</b> None


<span>Mistykit [peak] + <i>played by racer</i></span>

Mistykit was born to Brindlemist and Garsparkling, however her mother passed away giving birth to her and her siblings Twistedkit and Halfkit. Her aunt Roseshade took them in, helping her biological father care for them. Mistykit was born sickly, always lagging behind her other siblings. For a while it seemed as if the little kit wasn't going to make it, but she pulled through. 
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<span>LUNARKIT [LIGHT]+ <i>played by GLAMOUR </i></span>
<br> A large silver and white tabby tom with yellow eyes His long pelt with streaked with the faintest-red brown high-lights. He lives and breathes for his clan, and has vowed to give everything he has to WinterClan. He strives one day to become a knight, but not just any knight. He wants to be the shining example of what a WinterClan warrior is and should be. From a young age all he longed for was to make his mother proud, and he will do any and everything within his power to achieve that goal. Often described as being all work and no play, it is nigh impossible to get Lunarlight to lighten up about anything. He will not rest until his tasks are complete and even then he'll likely just find himself more work to do. His loyalty to his sovereign and his family is undying, there is nothing they could do that would change his faith in them.

<b>Caste + Grace </b>
<b>Mate + None</b>