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<span>Stormykit [seas] + <i>played by Bunny</i></span> A mostly white tom, with patches of brown tabby fur like a snow covered tree. He has deep green eyes intensified by black rings that encircle them. Stormyseas is an overly independent and impulsive mommas boy, while he is quick to do things and make reckless decisions without much or any thought he will not hesitate to run to his mother for any reason whether it be for help or to share the words or secrets of others. He would do just about anything asked of him by his mother, Dappleglacier. An odd trait for a cat with such long thick fur is his enjoyment of playing in mud, unphased when the brown goop causes his fur to clump into horrible masses. Yet another unfavorable and possibly childish thing he does is stomping when he becomes angry. It is not yet known if he will grow out of these behaviors or if they will remain part of him into his adulthood so the only thing others can do for the time being is cross their paws and attempt to put up with him in hopes that he will change. <b>Caste + </b> Seraph
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jan 28, 2022 12:13:06 GMT -5
<span>Waywardpass + <i>played by simplylight</i></span> With the wind at your back and future before you, it's not hard to feel hopeful that you'll get somewhere in life. He spent the majority of his life traveling the mountains, searching for meaning. With a coat of long, grey and white streaked fur, massive snow white paws, and brilliant misty blue eyes, it appears that he was born for that role. This wayward path that earned him his name brought him and his two little companions to the land of Winterclan. From there, he found his purpose. Although he was cast to the side for having no relation to Winterclan, Waywardpass found his place among the rubble to be a teaching one. In the eyes of those who are looked down upon, life is bleak. His personal mission has been to find what motivates and gives hope to those whose lives seem to have none. Some say he has a savior complex, and he would agree. It's not unusual to see him lifting up the fallen and giving to those who are in need. The intrinsic motivation for these deeds is what keeps him awake at night. Why is he trying so hard to help? Is he really a good cat or is there a lust for power driving him to build this army of cast outs. Waywardpass often finds himself frightened of his own desires. Is his hope to find meaning truly a desire to conquer? <b>Caste + </b> Snow Kitty <b>Mate +</b>
<span>Merrykit [FAIR]+ <i>played by simplylight</i></span> She has the looks of a beggar with large, innocent baby blue eyes and a light fawn coat that never seems well groomed. It seems as though she could want for nothing with that ragged babydoll appearance. The reality is that she wants everything. Merryfair is not a cat that settles. She is constantly changing like the seasons and adapts her personality to her surroundings. It is apparent to her that she could get her way, but she'd rather work for it, earn it with her own two paws. She's the kind of cat that will work herself sick, but for what reason? Her paths do not lead to clear goals so her desires keep moving forward but she keeps moving sporadically every direction. <b>Caste + </b> Snow Kitty Littermates: Ravenkit
<span>Ravenkit [ROCK] + <i>played by simplylight</i></span> Calm [ kahm, kahlm ] - 2. (of the weather) pleasantly free from wind. At first glance, Ravenrock is not much. He's not the largest cat in the clan and not the kind of cat you would look at and say, "Oh yeah, he could murder someone." He's an average-sized soot-furred tom with a long, feathery coat and soft blue eyes. While most would see his weaknesses, he possesses a great strength. He is a cat that endures. Life has not always been easy, it's messy and depressing, but he is a lookout above the harsh storms, like a raven on a rock. Often mistaken as a quiet cat, he actually has an opinion on everything. He can be critical and witty all in the same moment of time, but never furious. It's as if he has a barrier around his emotions, keeping them in check but still able to have constructive conversation in the middle of an argument. His quiet voice cuts through the whirlwind of emotions flying about and anchors them back in. <b>Caste + </b> Snow Kitty <b>Mate +</b> No mate Littermates: Merrykit
(eh their bios aren't finished but I'll probably expand on them later haha)
Edited Jan 28, 2022 12:13:42 GMT -5 By simplylight
<span>FAIRYTALESORROW + <i>played by childe</i></span> What good is a target on your back, what good is a gilded crown? One that is nothing more than an illusion, a blanket of security that one can't truly afford. Because with every position of power comes the threat of envy and deceit. Gather around, come sit and hear the story of a tom too honest to see that knife coming for his back. Once the proud older brother to our main character, he was the light of the little toms world; his personal shining star. There was no envy for his older brother, no chasm between them despite different mothers and the large difference in age. No there was only admiration and love. And he lost it all when his brother fell sick and died in-front of him, choking on his last breaths and in a rage. It was in those last moments our antagonist learned his brothers death was no accident. No someone had poisoned him for his rising glory and the little tom could do nothing. You see he had always been considered weak, more concerned with playing and flirting than making a name for himself as an apprentice. He could do nothing for his brother in his life, but in those last shared moments he swore he would do everything for his brother in his death. Born his mothers fairytale, her perfect ending as she passed in his kitting but regretted not a moment of it. He was raised by his shining half brother and toddled at the gruff toms side like a duckling. Loosing him as an apprentice ruined him for long moons, a ghost of the smiling thing he used to be. He was convinced he would never get his own fairytale ending, not without his brother by his side. And as such he became Fairytalesorrow, weak in mind and spirit. Or so everyone would think with his assertions of such. His favorite phrase is "I don't know or don't ask me." If not for his pure-blooded family history in Winterclan he would never have survived as long as he has. Or so he lets other believe. In truth Fairytalesorrow has a well crafted mask that hides most of his true intentions. He will not let himself be hurt again and will never be anyones fool. Instead he plays the jester to distract from the work he does behind the scenes. Fool me once and it's shame on me, fool me twice and I'm your enemy; you better tread carefully. <b>Caste + </b> Seraph <b>Mate +</b>
Post by Whitemuzzle on Jan 30, 2022 15:28:04 GMT -5
<span>ASHENSNOW + <i>played by Whitemuzzle</i></span> Ashensnow is a long-haired white she cat with a sprinkling of gray fur from the back of her neck all the way down her tail. She has stunning green eyes that sparkle like fresh fallen snow in the moonlight. She and her brother Frostbite are all who’s left of their family, their parents having died in the battle with Primal Instinct. Even though she’s been through a lot, Ashensnow has a bright personality and wants to be of help anywhere she can. She loves WinterClan and wouldn’t ever think about living anywhere else. Sometimes she contemplative but mostly she enjoys being around other cats. Being pleasing to others is something she strives to do. She excels in hunting and loves to track down rabbits. Her fighting skills are average but still very formable, enemies can vouge for that. <b>Caste + </b> Seraph <b>Mate +</b> Brokensight
<span>FROSTBITE + <i>played by Whitemuzzle</i></span> Frostbite is a long-haired light gray tom with a sprinkling of white fur down his back and tail. He has four white feet and a white tail tip. His eyes are a dusty blue color that reminds you of the eastern sky just before sunrise. A jagged scar runs down from his left shoulder and along his left side, a reminder of the battle with Primal Instinct. But there are more cats walking around with scars left by his claws. He is a serious and intense cat, one who you wouldn’t want to cross. He will speak his mind and not care what others might think. Frostbite is proud to be called a WinterClan cat and has no time for others who aren’t in his clan. He is a fierce fighter and will fight to protect any of his clanmates. His parents are now gone and his only family is his sister, Ashensnow. <b>Caste + </b> Seraph <b>Mate +</b>
Edited Jan 30, 2022 15:30:45 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
<span>VANILLAKIT [MOUSE] + <i>played by Klee</i></span>
Vanillamouse is a solid-white she-cat with a mouse-like appearance, abnormally rounded ears, and dark navy blue eyes. Not much is known about the history of Vanillamouse, and she likes to keep it that way. All that is truly known is that her mother told her stories of Winterclan as a kit, which eventually led to her joining Winterclan when she was still young. Vanillamouse doesn't talk much about her family, but it's obvious based on her attitude towards them that something happened that helped fuel Vanillamouse's decision to leave them behind. She appeared outside the camp frost bitten and cold to the touch having somehow pushed her tiny body through the snow. Most journeys of that nature would cause emotionally trauma for such a young kit, but Vanillamouse was back playing in the snow and declaring her love for it once well enough to leave the witch's den. Vanillamouse is a bit of an introvert, opting to spend her time watching the fall of the snow and taking daily walks around the Winterclan territory. Even though she doesn't allow herself to become close to many people, she does care about Winterclan and the people who inhabit it. <b>Caste + </b> Grace Caste
<span> SCATTEREDMIND <i>played by Klee</i></span> Scatteredmind is a battered tabby tom with half a missing ear and one damaged eye. His one good eye is a light brown that has dulled and seems lost to the world. A tom with an unexplained history, he had lost his mind before he had even joined Winterclan, and spends the day muttering to himself while he stares out at the snowy landscape. When others talk to him Scatteredmind will smile, seemingly enjoying the chance at a conversation, but is often unable to hold down a normal conversation and will change the conversation to unrelated subjects. Others have the tendency of avoiding Scatteredmind because of his bizarre habits, but if it does bother Scatteredmind he doesn't really show it or might be unable to show it. It is unknown why Scatteredmind had wondered into Winterclan territory, and some question if he even realized he was in a place completely surrounded by snow. When captured and imprisoned by Winterclan he didn't seem to notice that he even was captured, and seems to have accepted his fate as a prisoner and eternal servent, or maybe he is so lost to reality that he doesn't even realize he can never leave. <b>Caste + </b> Snow Kitty <b>Mate +</b> <b>Crime +</b> Trespassed in Winterclan territory
<span>PINEFROST + <i>played by childe</i></span> There is not a moment this toms head isn't held high and his nose isn't turned up; proud of his heritage and his position in the clan it's hard to go a single conversation with this tom and not hear some braggadocios boast. The slate brown tom with his hints of white around his paws is small but fills up a space with his very presence but not in a good way. For all that he is handsome his insides are ugly, cruel in his thoughts and actions he barley pays any mind to those he considered beneath him. In truth he laughs at their struggles both in front of them and behind their backs. Overjoyed to be continuing on his bloodline he's in for a rude awakening. <b>Caste + </b> Seraph <b>Mate +</b> Articsong
<span>VELA / ELMKIT [HUSH] + <i>played by goldcrest</i></span> Outwardly, Vela is the calm, gentle waves of the sea, the lulling rock of a sailboat, the stars reflecting on the water, but just behind her glassy baby blues, a confusing, violent storm rages. Implemented as a young kit, raised under the cruel and powerful iron fist of her father, she learned early on to be seen and not heard, to be obedient, to be controlled. Love was cruelty, and cruelty was authority. Her self-worth was determined by how useful she could be, how many times she could jump when she was told. Beneath the gentle waves, beneath the storm, there is a world hidden from everyone, even herself— reefs of creativity, swimming thoughts and feelings and opinions, all kept locked in a special, sacred treasure chest, the key discarded, the X erased off the map. Without any guiding, demanding force in her sails, she is a motionless ship. Nothing and nobody. If there isn't anyone speaking for her she says no words at all. The need for control, for authority, has tied into her relationships and her need for love; they are intertwined, there is not one without the other. There has always been a sense of otherness about her, of isolation, solitude, confusion in the face of socialization. It was how she was raised, only knowing her siblings and her father. The outside world was as real as her dreams of it were, and she knew early on how to lock those away. There could be nothing more to her than complete and utter, silent devotion. Still, despite her struggling, despite her willpower, her gentle, optimistic nature is often present in the way she stares at the world around her with a quiet curiosity, the way she could find something good about every little thing, the way she loves love, the feeling, the idea. Truthfully, her dusty-grey, feathery pelt is only befitting to a kind soul, but there is a wariness to her elongated, sloped features, and often she can shift and shape them until they fit the perfect image of who she is supposed to be. <b>Caste + </b> Tarnished
Littermates: Canes, Australis, Borealis
if any of her litter mates have a different caste thannn she probably goes with them LOL
BLUEPAW fox - ash In truth, she'd never thought both her parents would have abandoned her. Her siblings were as shocked as she was, but she also knew one thing. Life went on. She was young when she made her way to WinterClan, but her father and mother had raised her much on the border of the clan. It was a choice she felt was for the better of herself. The siamese-color point feline wanted to feel as if she had a home again. Without her father and mother, she needed a purpose. At the age of seven moons, only a mere week after her parents left, she made her way to WinterClan. Her soft features and blue eyes seemed to fit right in with the looks of the other felines, her thick coat proving perfect for the conditions. Perhaps she was simply lucky she'd been so close to WinterClan in the first place. Now she finds this is where she will build her life. apprentice
<span>MUTTKIT [SNARL] + <i>played by ian</i></span> If you refer to her and you expect her to respond (if you call her Muttsnarl, it will depend on her mood), you will call her by her birth name: Canes. Canes, the hunting dogs. In the constellation's mythology, the dogs snap at the heels of Ursa Major, the bear. The dogs chase the bear, a much larger and more dangerous opponent, around the North Celestial Pole, an endless pursuit of snarls and loud barks, even though death loomed because at any time, the bear could turn around. The dogs would be no match for the bear, yet they chase. This is an apt metaphor for the cat herself: a wild hunting dog who will snarl and snap and take no prisoner, completely devoid of the fear that cats feel to remain connected to their humanity. Fear is not an emotion she feels: in fact, there seem to only be two. The first mood is blood curdling rage, the kind of rage that makes her almost homicidal. This part of her is the part that weaponizes her claws, that forces cats to submit, that enforce her the rules of her father upon her siblings. This mood was carved into her, her rabidness prized because it left her tethered to Jaguarghost's will. After all, an attack dog needs a master to give her orders, to tell her what to guard. The other mood is only slightly better, closer to neutral, although kindness and gentleness are conceptualized as weakness in her head. Canes really stood no chance in becoming anything other than a sadistic little thing; any time she stepped out of line, she was quickly corrected. Out of all of her siblings, she was most willing to submit, most eager to accept his rule because she thought it would make her strong. Even if she hadn't been, though, even if she had been resistant to Jaguarghost's will, it would have still been unlikely that she would have been saved from this unstable, snapping state. After all, she looked like Aspenstar, from her small frame to her short white fur all the way to her mismatched eyes, a perfect replica produced completely by chance. It is unlikely her father would have treated her any differently once she opened her eyes; she would have always been groomed to be his right hand. She's accepted her role quite well, obsessed with living up to the former NightClan leader's honor. <b>Caste + </b> Tarnished
<span>JAGUARGHOST + <i>played by woof</i></span> The gods had two chances to kill him. For their inaction, the world suffers. Jaguarghost tiptoed into this life—soundless, like he knew the delicacy of his act—and has fooled and deceived it ever since. Born Coyotewild of SummerClan, charm never strayed much farther than the upturned edge of his maw, but the scars that have since slashed through his face left ridges untenanted by the same warmth. Old legends of SummerClan, especially after his vile acts as their captor, bespeak of the possibility that darkness and evil have always lurked in his soul, and that the day of the dogs was what finally unleashed it from its binds, allowing him to fully envelope himself in its allure. Despite his natural draw and silver tongue, anyone can see the vacancy in Jaguarghost's eyes, the way their silver depths are stainless as steel. WinterClan has yet to realize the horror in its ranks, masquerading itself in dutiful strength and polished copper armor, but, having evaded the gods' (and fox's) reckoning twice so far, his blackened heart has no more capacity to fear man. <b>Caste + </b> Tarnished <b>Mate +</b> None
Kits: Canes, Vela, Borealis, Australis
would you believe me if i said it took me two hours to write this
Post by MorteAutumnal on Feb 28, 2022 19:47:48 GMT -5
<span>Jaguarspell [RWN] + <i>played by MorteAutumnal</i></span> "As the light of the stars shines down; unwavering from the dark swath of indigo sky above, think of me as I was. Light and free. Free of ravage. Free of carnage. Free of scorn and spite. Think of me as I was." Stars twinkle in the shimmering green irises of a cats eyes as she gazes upward. Up to the heavens where her ancestors watch her, waiting for the day they will call her to them. But that day is not today. Quick as a flash, a pelt of russet like a fox, a cat lunges at her from the battle field before her. But her reflexes and training have been honed for battle since kithood. She is a warrior. She is of a strong bloodline of warriors, of powerful cats. Her form is lithe and we'll muscled, covered in a coat black like shadows and clouded with dark gray rossetes and silver freckles. She strikes out with her long claws, glinting like moonlight from her paws as her strike lands true and scars the other cat across it's face, stunning it and flinging it's own blood into it's eyes, twin flames of blue. Behind her another latches onto her hind leg causing a yowl to erupt from her and a hiss of pain but she will not be beaten. It is not in her nature. Twisting around she claws furiously at the shoulder of the other and as they release her leg she lunges, sinking her teeth into the shoulder of the cat before sending it screeching in pain, racing away. The russet cat recovers and tries to blindly attack again, but she leaps over it's hulking form and lands squarely on it's back sinking her teeth into it's neck and biting down. A pain filled scream tumbles from the mouth of the russet beast and she leaps off watching as it too runs off in search of it's clanmate. All around the battle is coming to an end. She gazes around in search of a light tabby coat and is relieved to see her mentor racing toward her. He stops and gives her head a quick lick. "Well done Jaguarpaw! You fought like a warrior, brave and true!" She can't help the excited purr in response to his praise. But it is cut short as she sees a large silver pelt leaping out of the bracken and landing atop her mentor. "No! Swiftfox!" The two warriors screech as the tear at each other but the silver warrior is larger and over powers her more wirey mentor, in a fit of rage it sinks it's teeth into the exposed under throat of Swiftfox's throat, clamping down with all the strength it possesses. With a startled yowl of terror she flings herself at the other cat clawing madly at his face, dislodging him from Swiftfox.Claws rack her flank and shoulder and neck but she is able to drive it away with a well placed strike to his eyes. Turning around she runs back to her mentor only to stifle a strangled cry as she gazes on his face, eyes open and unseeing, the light gone from their amber depths. "Swiftfox..." Bowing her head in sorrow she allows her clanmates to congratulate each other on their victory. Not yet knowing that they had lost a noble clanmate. "You have hardened Jaguarpaw. Into a skilled and fearsome warrior. You have shown great results in your training with first Swiftfox and now Darkstag. It's time you become a warrior" she flinches at her former mentor's name but carefully schools her feature back into a hard mask of pride. Nodding at her leader. "Thank you." The scars streak her pelt on her right side. Scars from the warrior who murdered her mentor...her father. In honor of her alluring eyes and ability to tend to trick and lure her combatants into making false moves or into a false sense of comfort she is named Jaguarspell. Every first day of leafbare, when the first snow sticks to the ground, she honors the memory of her father and mentor on the day he died. Jaguarspell is an alluring she-cat with a toned muscular body lines with a tight black smoke Bengal coat of rosettes instead of spots like a leopard. The tip of her tail is bright white like starlight and her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of pine green, dark and sultry with streaks of bright emerald green. She is usually mild mannered, aloof but not impolite. But she can be quick to judge and hot tempered, like her mother before her. Over the moons she has become increasingly moody but some chalk it up to her father's murder ..others the litter of kits she had and lost at birth. It's hard to say what sets off her temper these days, just don't get on her bad side. <b>Seraph + </b>
