<b>CLOUDWEAVER</b> - BIYUU
<br>Cloudweaver is a white-furred tom with pale brown markings and narrow blue eyes. Known as a troublemaker in his youth, Cloudweaver has more-or-less toned down his antics upon reaching adulthood, but that doesn't mean he's grown to possess the emotional maturity of one. Sociable but cruel, Cloudweaver is driven by the pathological need to always Make The Joke, no matter how inappropriate the situation may be. He has very little filter, and his need to make light of serious situations can irritate and alienate his Clanmates. His allergy to work and responsibility tend to isolate him from his Clanmates even further. Cloudweaver has no shortage of insecurities hidden under all his bravado, but feels uncomfortable with addressing them directly.
<br>Mate:
Warrior


i think this is, no joke, my fourth time adding this cat in like a little over a year i swear to god this will be cloudweaver's time to shine

<b>GARDENIAKIT gore</b> - Faith
<br>Gardeniakit is a muddled white grey she-cat with sky blue eyes. She's a good girl who follows the rules, but has never been taught manners to have any. Her rude nature is often perplexing as she can come off snippy one moment, but compassionate the next. She is the daughter of Wintrystar and Howlingnight making her the princess of WinterClan.

<b>WOLFCONSTELLATION</b> - Jadie
<br>Wolfconstellation is small in size with large amounts of fluffy golden fur marred only by a large splotch of blue gray fur across his right eye and jawline. His eyes are a galaxy blue, they look like starlight and are almost dizzying to stare into. He has a very wolfish appearance with the way his feather soft fur spikes out at certain angles of his face. Like his father, Sparrowflight, he has ultimately no shame and like his mother, Mistyrose, he’s willing to kill to get to where he wants to be. He often has to be told to imagine a conscience as he doesn’t seem to possess one of his own. It isn’t that he doesn’t care about certain things just that every emotion he feels is very watered down. It takes a special person to bring him out. Born and raised in SunClan, like many of his peers he had a strong desire to come into power and dreams of being a Janus or even someday a High Priest. When he grew older, though, he got lazy, abandoned those goals and settled on just wanting a normal, quiet life. Of course, that was never really an option. With Bloodystar’s takeover he found himself married, kidnapped and then clanless. With nowhere left to go, he chose WinterClan, his parent’s former home. Perhaps this is the place he was meant to be; WinterClan raises up purebloods such as himself… and nurtures his darker desires. At least his mate, Arcticsong, tempers him well and keeps him out of trouble for the most part.
<b>Mate: Arcticsong

<b>WINDSWEPTSOUL</b> - AtomHeart
<br> A rather standard sized tom underneath his thick coat. Windsweptsoul comes from a long line of WinterClan cats and has developed a rather well suited body. His paws are a bit oversized, not just because he is a polydactyl on all four paws. His coat is dense, short on his legs and face to avoid snow build up. His fur is a mix of gradients, white around his chest and slowly fading to a rich brown around his hips. He has dark seal points on his face, legs, and tail. A tiny white snip on his lip fades into an idea of a blaze. That matches his snowshoe marked feet. His eyes are a pretty shade of blue, not unlike the color of a blooming cornflower. His family can trace their lineage back generations nearly to the beginning of WinterClan, his ancestors having seen many changes yet stayed steadfast to their home. Windsweptsoul is just as devoted to his clan, finding nowhere else nearly as perfect for him. He is often surrounded by his family, a boisterous family who is prone to playing pranks on each other. Yet he is more of a thinker than a prankster, often trying to engage in debates with anyone who will talk to him. Windsweptsoul could beat be described as a philosopher, trying to figure why the world works like it does. While he believes in his gods, he is prone to questioning their methods. With the help of his grandfather, Smokesignal, he has learned many of the stories of the clan's early days. Someday Windsweptsoul wants to find a way to preserve all the stories he grew up hearing for future generations.
<br>Mate: none

Warrior(just adding him now as warrior so I can rp him now)

<b>SMOKESIGNAL</b> - AtomHeart
<br>A proud, broad tom with a thick coat and gleaming eyes. Almost mountainous in appearance with a thick ruff of fur around his neck and chest. His undercoat is a pale coffee color with hints of cream. Over that is frosting of seal, darkening in a bar across his shoulders and down his spine. Seal points darken across his extremities. Faint tabby stripes appear on his head, though fade quickly. His eyes are a winterly blue, like glacial ice. His large paws are coated in extra long fur, protecting his toes and acting like snowshoes. His ears are wide and somewhat shorter, adapted to reduce loss of heat. Smokesignal comes from a long line of WinterClan cats, with stories of his family going back to the beginning. He has questions about the validity of that story but doesn’t worry too much about it. He grew up, a young and adventurous tom who did not want to settle down. So Smokesignal spent his youth flirting, wandering, and generally having a good time. That was until he ran into Cloudshimmer, a serious but down to earth warrior who rebuffed his advances. She would not settle for just anyone and demanded respect. They eventually got together and found themselves expecting their first litter of kits. As fate would have only two kits survived the birth to later die of illness before reaching apprenticeship. It took sometime but they eventually had their two sons and one daughter. Dizzyspell, Icedragon, and Seasplash became his pride and joy. When Seasplash found her own mate and had his first grandchildren, four boys, he couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately she passed not long after they became apprentices. Smokesignal was devastated, in a cloud of grief he nearly asked to retire. He did not want to miss any more time away from family by working. Now several moons later he can see clearer and realizes he didn't need to retire, just needed a break from work. Now he still keeps up his warrior duties, but has taken on some habits of the elders. His free time is mostly spent helping around camp and supervising kits when needed or leading a hoard of apprentices around the territory. Smokesignal is a staple of WinterClan and it would not be the same without his stories.
<br>Mate: none

Warrior(He's not that old and really needs a job)

<b>DEATHKIT reign</b> - STRAWBERRYCUPID
<br>Your first impression on people will stick to their minds like warm tongues on cold street lamps. And they're just as foolish as trying to lick it in the first place. Cause they lie. It shouldn't be a surprise, everyone does at some point. Some white as snow, some black like ink and forever staining the canvas they were splattered on. The way you walk and talk can sway the reception of your character just as hard as your actions, if not more. It's important to everything going forward. When you stand next to stars on the stage of life, it's easy to be overshadowed. But that's not what Deathreign wants. Nah, he figured if he was going to walk across this stage, he wanted to do it right. And he has all the looks and blood to stick out. His long fur is a velvety black curtain, catching the light and showing smoke trails of white from the theater guests. His eyes are a pale yellow like studio lights, illuminate across his dark pelt. Deathreign truly stands among stars, his parents Wintrystar and Howlingnight. And they were expected to act their hearts out for the audience, for Winterclan. At first glance, when he walks onto the stage, Deathreign does a good job. With dark fur that stands out against the harsh snow, mysterious eyes that could tell you everything right or wrong, even a smile as devilishly mischievous yet practiced tells you all you want to know. He's a bad boy, one every boy and girl his age fears yet loves. Like in high school dramas, you can catch him throwing rocks at birds, sneaking off to Lord Borealis knows where or beating outsiders to a pulp. Anything to get your heart racing, whether he knows it or not. And your first impression holds. Until he opens his mouth. For as much as Deathreign loves control, craves it even, his tongue gives him away. Cause as soon as one word comes out, every single one of his thoughts do. He has a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth, spilling every thought that crosses his mind all at once. Whatever he sees or hears, it doesn't matter what. It leads to most of his interactions becoming awkward and him trying to shut himself up. But it rarely works. More like a dam that is barely holding itself together, everything will rush out eventually. His knowledge is a jack of all trades kind, the things he's most interested in like snakes and scorpions he's never seen. It's on a level where you could call him dorky. It's a constant battle with himself, with the stage, and with his parents. Since his real self conflicts with what the world expects of him, he sheds any sort of mercy and kindness from his act. Calling him a prick is an understatement, as very few are exempt from his nitpicking and trashtalk. Any sort of grumbling or complaining he hears is generally responded to by Deathreign's catchphrase. "Suck it up." Like he does, like he expects everyone else to. As the audience wants, he acts. As simple as that.
<br>Mate: None

Position: Kit

<b>VIVIDRAPTURE</b> - PAO
<br>Seal point medium fur, mostly white with the markings of brown upon his face, tail and paws; blue eyes, like water from the river, and fur so fluffy he practically looks like a cloud. That is the appearance of Vividrapture, but his personality, now that is a whole other thing. Handsome and charming and soft as he appears, most know him as this stutter, awkward, goofy mess. He's quiet and hardly speaks, but when he does, he stumbles over his words trying to say to much or over explain something, which in the end, doesn't make sense at all. It's a curse, especially around she-cats. For then, the poor tom is even worse with his words and a blush always appears on his face. The mere sight of just watching him speak to a she-cat has many cats living in secondhand embarrassment. It awful to watch, and for a cat that wants a family, that sense of love and laughter and happiness, it's amazing how he can't speak to a she-cat to save his life. So with that in mind, it's no wonder he tends to just sit back and observe more than interact with others. Originally it was to save him the embarrassment, and then later it was to try and improve his social skills, now he's just accepted that he enjoys observing. That skill lead to long walks in nature and finding the wonder there. To see how the world interacts, the animals, plants, and creatures of the world. It was fascinating, especially to a cat that fails at that one natural sense of interaction that some many others easily achieve. Vividrapture found his love for family within his own family, and furthered that love when he'd be tasked with watching the kits of the clan as an apprentice. They never judged him for his lack of social skills and enjoyed the stories he'd tell about nature and the world outside of camp. It became his one place where he felt welcome, caring for kits and showing them what awaited them as apprentices and warriors. So while he fears the day of having a mate, due to his awkwardness and shy nature around she-cats, but he longs for the chance of kits and a family like the one he sees in his own and all those around him in WinterClan. Vividrapture is the son of Seasplash and Cardinalglow, brother to Windsweptsoul, Devinefevor, and Pyrrhicwisdom. His uncles are Dizzyspell and Icedragon, and his grandfather is Smokesignal.
<br>Mate:

<b>SABLEKIT witch</b> - Stark Raving Mad
<br>A plush, milk chocolate and white calico with light butter highlights on her cheeks and down her tail. Her eyes are a deep sapphire blue that fade to green then yellow around the out ring of her iris. Her unusual appearance has often led others to believe she’s little more than a doll. Only to be surprised when she moves or talks. Naturally her appearance isn’t the only strange thing about this beautiful she-cat. To put it lightly Sable loves to march to the beat of her own drum, doing things most cats would hesitate on without so much as a second thought. Almost sickeningly optimistic she can see the bright side of any situation no matter how small it may be. Despite her charming, outgoing personality Sablewitch has a hard time making friends, if that bothers her at all you’d never know it. Most people tend to steer clear of the eccentric she-cat believing that she’s delusional because she believes she can talk to other cats in her dreams. After a while of being made fun of because of this she stopped sharing this information with others but never stopped believing it herself.
Position: kit *Blackthornfate x Smokesignals*

<b>DREAMKIT theory</b> - Flurryofstars
<br> A dark sable tom with lighter flecks of brown in his pelt and sharp green eyes. His fur, while long, stays close to his lanky body and gives him a skinnier appearance than most of his clanmates. Despite this, Dreamtheory has no problem staying warm nor does he care if he stands out in a crowd. What he does care about are his relationships and overall wellbeing. His family means a lot to him but he’s quite independent and doesn’t allow any differing of opinions to hold him back. WinterClan, with all of its strict rules and blood favoritism, isn’t the ideal fit for a cat like Dreamtheory, who’d much rather relax and stall any important life commitments and responsibilities. The idea of settling down with a she-cat especially stresses him out, but as far as he’s concerned, a forced marriage is like a make-believe affair. It’s not actually real and therefore, doesn’t count. Even with Dreamtheory’s desired “pure” bloodline, no one really respects his worth. More often than not, he’s laying back in a pile of snow, watching the clouds as they float by and only returning to camp when it’s dark enough to avoid too many questions. Occasionally, when he’s forced to patrol or hunt, he does so with very little motivation and energy. In fact, the only time he seems to give anything his best effort is when he’s the one to volunteer himself for a job. Such a rare occasion only happens for the sake of a friend or relative, but when it does occur, Dreamtheory’s true skills overshadow his lazy lifestyle. While he’s not the best fighter or hunter in the clan, he knows how to maximize his abilities with the mind of a strategist. Because of this, Dreamtheory serves well in leadership and advisory roles, when he’s in the mood for it that is.

<br> Parents: Blackthornfate & Smokesignal (Deal)

kit

<b>BLUEKIT reflection</b> - STRAWBERRYCUPID
<br>It didn't take long in Bluereflection's short life for a phrase to rise up about him. "when trouble brews, it's out of Blue." Trouble was never a surprise anymore, it wasn't out of nowhere now. It was from Bluereflection. He attracts trouble no matter where he goes. Most of it is not his fault, perpetually walking in the eye of a hurricane. Not that he is ever without fault. Because, for lack of a better term, Bluereflection is an idiot. He tends to mistake anything he sees for something else and needs to be barraged with evidence before he changes his mind. He is easygoing and friendly if a bit lazy. But he will come up with lie after lie if it means saving his own skin. It's almost like a compulsion for him. People blame him for almost anything anyway, who'd believe him if he told the truth? Probably no one. So he may as well. It's not like life does him any favors. Bluereflection's luck is terrible, especially in the love department. He likes the ladies and the gents like anyone else does, maybe a little too much. But his relationships tend to crumble almost as soon as he starts them, to where he can tell you his different flings based on how they slapped him. He's pretty handy with certain things and has a good eye for art, but that's about it for his skills. For as much as Bluereflection wants to stand on his own and side by side with his siblings, he has a long road ahead of him. Bluereflection is a long-haired dark blue cat with pale yellow eyes.
<br>Mate: none
KIT (Blackthornfate and Smokesignal's litter)