SWEETCREMA - Summerthyme
When most think of Winter, warmth and comfort are some of the last traits to come to mind. But even in the coldest of places a fire can be encouraged to blaze. Crema is a large Norwegian Forest cat mixed with your average ginger tabby rogue. While large in comparison to most cats she is considered smaller for a WinterClan cat. Having the thick fluffy pelt and larger size she is also very long and under her long heavy pelt, very lean. Her pelt is a warm blend of ginger golds and muted browns. This is where she got her name Crema, like the soft fluffy foam that forms on the top of a shot of espresso. Her eyes are that of a clear, fresh, cold glacier fed blue pools. Much like her bright image and warm name Crema is the type of cat to grace those around her with a sense of family bonding and belonging. Anyone is capable of being her friend and anyone is capable of earning her respect. But just like a fire can be used for warmth its warmth can burn and blister. Crema takes offenses towards her very personally and has been known to hold a nasty grudge. Once you break her trust you lose her for a lifetime. Be true to her and you have a friend for life, turn your back on her, and you have an enemy for life. Crema's father was a full blooded WinterClan warrior while her mother was a Rogue. Her father told her that she was born to a litter of three and her mother chose her of the three to give to her father and clan life. A hurt as she remains over the abandonment of her mother she is grateful for what she considers the "longer straw." Within her first two moons of warriorhood she buried her father and remains the only family she knows.
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SOOTMIST - pseudo
Sootmist, often going by Soot, is quite the peculiar cat on his own. With large, brooding stature and a faded grey pelt, he's often quite hard to miss. Sootmist has been a permanent fixture in the clan for quite some time, but has never really made himself known. Yet, of course that is rather hard for a cat that doesn't speak. Soot has not spoken a word for as long as any cat could remember, and no one is quite sure why, either. Whether it be a vow of silence, or even a medical condition, Eli has not been phased by it in the slightest. Most of the tom's days are spend fishing or sunning in the middle of camp, though his favorite thing to do is watch the kits play. He often scares them with his sheer size and the inevitable rumors on why he doesn't speak, but he takes pleasure in watching them playing in the grass or discovering new bugs.
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QUIVERINGKIT coward - pL
Quiveringcoward, originally named Nobodykit, was much more outspoken about being treated lowly because of his blood. He was the first of his siblings to start talking back to adults and outright defying orders. However WinterClan grew tired of his behavior and put him in his place by temporarily banishing him from WinterClan. They sent him out into the cold when he was just five moons old. He gained frostbite and became lost in the wild. By the end of the week he was numb, starving, and being picked apart by crows. WinterClan rescued him from the crows, but made sure the wounds would scar as a reminder of the lesson he learned. WinterClan wanted him to cower before him and now he didn’t have much of a choice. After the frostbite he’s always quivering, unable to control the trembling sensation he feels and the shiver that enters his voice sporadically. WinterClan renamed him Quivering that day, but in some respects he likes the name, because at least he wasn’t a nobody any longer. Snakefang was by Quiveringcoward’s side through his entire recovery process and will help him with day to day tasks where his trembling prevents him from doing what he needs to. Snakefang is much more nurturing to Quiveringcoward due to his inability to function normally, but at times Quiveringcoward can feel embarrassed by the attention. Quiveringcoward is outspoken, but not as rebellious as he was as a kit. However many view him as cowardly due to his quivering body and voice. He has a snowy white underbelly, under tail and legs. The top layer of his fur is grey with splotches of varying shades of grey appearing in almost a snow leopard like pattern. He has lightning bright green reptilian eyes like his father.

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STORMKIT breaker - Stark Raving Mad
A large, boisterous fluffy white tom, with the fainest of silver Bengal markings. His eyes are a pure, pale blue. Like clear skies before the storm. From a young age it would appear to anyone who glanced his way that he was a very rambunctious tom who would rather pass the time goofing off in merriment than spend his time working, and they would be wrong. Stormbreaker is a head strong cat who loves to, and will take charge in every situation if given the opportunity. He's the kind to give orders to others and doesn't do well on the receiving end of things. A stickler for the rules, he's quick to chastise those who break them without remorse. Though it might not seem like it, he is a purist, wanting nothing more than to help maintain WinterClan's bloodlines. He's usually good about hiding his feelings but sometimes can't help but look down on those of his clan-mates who aren't pure blooded WinterClan. Despite his usually sunny disposition, he can be quick to anger, and when anger strikes him, he's no more forgiving than a raging storm, seeking destruction for everything that lies in it's path. Though as he grew older, he began to mellow out. Instead of being the ranging storm he took all of his anger, and the energy that came with it and turned it into strength. Using it to hone his skills in combat. He began to work with what he was given, using his snowy pelt to his advantage to blend into his surroundings.

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SENESCENCE - Honeystorm
League Proxy, DayClan Bright Brigade, and technically SunClan Initiate, Senescence kind of is just everywhere. Right now the heavily scarred feline appears to be hanging out in WinterClan's prison, due to refusing to leave during her son, Howlingnight's wedding right after it concluded. Which is find by her.
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<b>ROSEMARYKIT blight</b> - JADIE
<br>Rosemaryblight has a silky white pelt with a grey tabby face and tail. Her feet are speckled in silver looking as though mist is seeping out from the pads of her paws. Her eyes are dark gray, almost black, especially in the night, and most cats, even her parents, find them unnerving. Growing up alongside the demon litter, Rosemaryblight was always fascinated by the supernatural side of things. She is frequently asking for stories about the Life God and Death Goddess, always eager to learn and do more for the divine that WinterClan worships. However her fascination in her adopted older siblings eventually twisted into an obsession. Rosemaryblight enjoys experimenting with the demon litter’s weaknesses in order to find “the cure” as she calls it. Raised as a proper pureblood elite, Rosemaryblight realizes she has many perks in having demonic siblings and will frequently treat them as servants, even training them to obey her. Sometimes she will make false promises to get her way and is very convincing: Those midnight eyes of hers that reveal nothing. Rosemaryblight doesn’t look at anyone who’s below a half blooded WinterClan as even a member of this clan let alone as an actual person.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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