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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Dec 13, 2020 13:09:11 GMT -5
<b>ROARINGMOUSE </b> - racer <br>Roaringmouse was born into the world of blood and chaos. When her mother passed away due to complications during kitting, Roaringmouse had been left inside suffocating. If not for the swift action of her grandmother Littlerstar, Roaringmouse would have perished right alongside her mother and unborn brother. You would think that would have been enough of a rough start, but upon finding his mate dead and tore open, her father went insane with rage. He attacked Littlestar and his sister Satinlights, landing himself imprisoned. Luckily she and her brother Earthquake were taken in by Sanguinerose, a SunClan queen. While they know Lionpride is their father they don't know the whole story. Due to her rough start to life, Roaringmouse has several lasting effects from her time without oxygen. She is small and tiny, with several health issues that plague her throughout her kithood. As an apprentice she was lead to WinterClan after running away, by her grandfather Goldenstar only to be imprisoned. She was beaten into submission, every time she brought up the Sun God she was severely punished. She still doesn't believe in the WinterClan Gods, but she now knows the words to keep herself out of trouble. Fortunatly the harsh treatment never seemed to take away her spirit, she is lively and outgoing. Curious about things that others overlook, always asking the questions that don't even cross the minds of others. She is kind and caring, refusing to participate in WinterClan's cruelty even when it causes trouble for herself. <br>Mate: on arranged marraige chart Kits: none
HAWTHORNCROWN - Turtlenoir The hawthorn tree standing strong in solitude. Long lethal looking thorns protect the fragile innocence blossoms that bloom in the near the end of spring. Like the beautiful blossoms that decorate the hawthorn tree. Hawthorncrown is decorated in a solid slate grey color similar to the bark of the tree. Dotting her pelt like blossom petals are touches of soft faded orange. Her eyes the faded sunshine of the winter sun. Like the thorns that protect the fragile beautiful blossoms of the hawthorn tree, Hawthorncrown's works hard to protect her heart. Being alone since birth she is a cautious about making permanent personal connections with others. It doesn't stop her from being the adaptive to situations. In social situations she is a lively, charismatic soldier mingling with her comrades. A great listener she is willing to listen to others problems and help apply her own knownledge to help create solutions. Along with her knownledge Hawthorncrown is a brilliant cat that attempts to solve all the problems of the world surrounding her. While she is an excellent sincere friend who tries to fix all their problems. Hawthorncrown can fall prey to out burst of anger when over stressed.
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EDELWIESSBLOOM - Turtlenoir Small and sweet fluffy white and black patched she-cat. Her eyes are a warm earthy brown. She is rebellious and doesn't always do what she is told. Whether her mother Diamondstar or someone of higher power in Winterclan tries to enforce the rules upon her. She is a rule breaker. If the rule says to stay out she will break in. Maybe the reason she breaks the rules is to gain attention. Being from a litter of five and her mother being the Sovereign in her youth. She just wanted to be different from others.
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THISTLESCAR - Turtlenoir His fur long flowing and pure white like the snow drifts that blanket Winterclan's territory. His eyes is a dark deep blue like the water underneath a layer of frozen ice. Peeking out from underneath his long fur he has several faint scars that litter his body. The most noticeable scar is the large claw mark running along his right shoulder and down part of his back. The scar he received during his apprenticeship from a badger attack. He was born in Winterclan before the change. His dream when he was younger had been to become a Prison Guard. A dream that he trained for during his apprenticeship and became as a young adult. Until he became a soldier underneath his sister's leadership. He was born to Snowflower and Nero. He is the brother to Valleystar, Marshflower, Duskthorn, and Mistlesnow. He is also the uncle to Ghoulstar, Morningpaw, Eveningpaw, and Spiritpaw. Warrior
ICYHAVEN - Turtlenoir
Several seasons ago a blizzard locked Winterclan's territory in its icy grips. Icyhaven and his siblings Wintrystar, Blizzardyrefuge, and Summerykit were born. Icyhaven like the freshly fallen snow that fell that night of the blizzard. He has short plush crisp white fur. Thin black tabby stripes mark his face, legs, and body. His eyes are dark warm honey of the sun that broke through the clouds the next morning. Summerykit didn't live through the night which impacted Icyhaven's childhood. Summerykit's death was Icyhaven's constant reminder of death and the dangers of living in Winterclan's territory. To stay within the clan and to follow the rules. To never deviate away from Starclan or the rules set forth in Winterclan. Throughout his parents Blizzardstorm and Jester tried to make themselves look like the perfect parents. To shelter their problems away from their own children. But the whispers and judgement from others within the clan brought many fears to Icyhaven. Because of the death of his littermate Icyhaven fears death and the risks of getting stranded out in a blizzard. He is very awkward when it comes to meeting others. He has a bit of a sense of humor, which sometimes can kill the mood, because of his awkwardness. He is also very sensitive to criticism and leading to him being very emotional as a kitten and having an emotional apprenticeship underneath his mentor Hemlockleaf.
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If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Dec 15, 2020 13:24:38 GMT -5
SHADOWBARD - racer Perhaps it is the story tellers and the song writers that one should fear. No matter how mighty the leader or brave a warrior, it is how their deeds are portrayed that determine how they are remembered. A skillful bard can weave tales to their liking, turning villains into heros and heros into villains. A story spun can destroy you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your clan, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your kits, in the eyes of yourself. Even many moons after your passing, cats will be laughing about how mouse-brained you had been. Luckily, Shadowkit is only begining to learn his craft of telling stories through song. Singing is his escape from reality, his stories a way to express his true emotions and figure out what course of action he should take. He and his siblings had been raised by SunClan, only able to see their mother when it was time for them to feed. As hard as Rubyflame(their mother) tried, it was difficult to get through to the kits who were being brain washed by the members of SunClan. He became more and more resentful towards his parents, believing that they never cared for him or siblings.
<b>DIZZYSPELL </b> - AtomHeart <br> The oldest of Smokesignal’s children, the one most destined to carry on the family line. She has two younger siblings, a rather serious brother Icedragon and a steadfast sister Seasplash. She has additional step-siblings through her fathers new mate, Blackthornfate. Dizzyspell is the picture perfect copy of her mother Cloudshimmer. Her long silky fur is pure white and seems to sparkle in the sunlight. Her big eyes are a deep water blue and match her pale pink freckled nose. Her ears are shorter than an average cats and slightly rounded, adapted to the cold climate. Of course with her fur and eye color it has led to partial deafness in her right ear. Dizzyspell being who she is often ignores it, leading to a lot of miscommunication. That further paired with the fact that she is a bit clumsy and prone to spacing out means she is a bit of a disaster at times. But she means well and is a gentle, kind cat who is more than willing to try to listen. <br>Mate:
<b>DEVINEFEVOR</b> - GUARDIAN0 <br>My name is, Devinefevor. I am the one of the son's of Cardinalglow, my Father and Seasplash, my Mother. I was born, on, February 1, 2009, alongside, my brothers, Windsweptsoul, Vividrapture and Pyrrhicwisdom. I am a flame-point tom, meaning I am mostly white with orange (flame) points on my face, my paws, and tail. Throughout my flame points if you look hard enough are stripes. My body looks large, but it is really my long fur that makes it so, living where I live, you have to have long fur. Mentioning my home, if is known as WinterClan. The coldest place I have or will ever know! I am an extremely religious cat who only lives to serve my Ancestors, I am devoted follower of Winterystar, and I dream of becoming the next leader. I am at best a mediocre hunter but a way better, more skillful fighter like my father. I can be very loud and prone to giving out long speeches to encourage others. I try to act cool, but it usually fails and comes off as aloof, [not friendly or forthcoming; cool and distant]. When I am given a mate I will be devoted to whomever I got paired with, though would be disappointed if they were not of at least partial WinterClan blood. I will provide for my Clan and my family until I die. Warrior
<b>SKELETALKIT rose - Honeystorm</b> <br><i>“In her heart there's a hole. There's a black mark on her soul.”</i> Insanity incarnate, the bringer of madness, the shadow at the end of your nest that makes your heart pound until you go under and nightmares plague what little restless sleep they manage to find. She’s a demon wearing wings stolen from an angel, a pure white princess with a soul darker than the night. And she really is prettiest when she’s committing atrocities. Uninghed at the best of times, downright deranged at the worst, Skeletalrose lives her life gliding along on the good graces of her mother, and Wintrystar’s downright unwillingness to acknowledge most of her children as anything but pure. And yet, whether the WinterClan leader acknowledges it or not, she’s got Eeries on her paws. No matter how much her mother refuses to see the darkness, the heartless royal is here to stay, and she’s perfectly happy to tear everyone and everything down at her leisure. <i>“In her hands is my heart. And she won't let go till it's scarred.”</i> She never did get to be the master of her own fate, her love chosen for her at such a young age, her own perfect little plaything disguised as a fiance. If her mother wanted to play the game of arranging her children to cats at such young ages, well, Skeletalrose believes it’s her own mothers’ fault if such cats happen to… go insane. Loyalty isn’t really a concern of hers, and love is a fickle thing at best, an emotion she’s not entirely certain she can feel. So instead, she just treats it like a toy, seeing how fast she can break anyone who shows even the vaguest amount of interest, whether friendly or romantic, wanting to see their souls shatter behind their eyes, turn them into blithering messes who can’t tell reality from the fiction they’ve been fed by the pretty princess with a poison tongue. <i>“Tried to breathe but I can't. ‘Cause the air she feeds me is damned.”</i> Bodies in her wake, perfect paws pristine and spotless against the white snow. The aura around her seems to teem with restlessness, as if the souls of those lost to her antics still follow her around, dragging down those who spend too much time in her presence down into the pit of insanity. No cat who spends too much time with Skeletalrose can maintain their sanity for very long. Or their life. As the moons go on, and the cats become mere shells of their former selves, and then they just up and disappear. Rumor has it Wintrystar’s daughter herself offs them when she gets bored. But of course, that must all just be idle gossip. At least, Skeletalrose is happy for them to believe it’s just rumor, though she does little to nothing to actually dissuade anyone from spreading such things. The more infamous she becomes, the more attracted to her, they can’t help it. They’re all like moths to the flame, unable to resist a mysterious, deadly sort of beauty that promises them only the worst kinds of trouble. Some come to her to fix her, some to woo her, and some to control her, but whatever their purpose, she’s happy to twist their fragile little minds and shatter the egos they hold so dear. Make them living ghosts, echoes of nightmares, spreading the whisper of insanity wherever they might go. <i>“She got blood cold as ice. And a heart made of stone.”</i> Frostbitten blood from WinterClan’s land, her heart as dead as the rocks that litter the territory and lurk beneath the snow. With icy eyes that darken towards the centers, the frozen edges creeping into the lake-like cores of her gaze, endless and cold as can be. <i>“She got horns like a devil pointed at me, and there's nowhere to run from the fire she breathe.”</i> An angel on the outside, and a demon within. Skeletalrose. (Song lyrics from “Horns” by Bryce Fox) Rank: Kit
HAWTHORNCROWN - Turtlenoir The hawthorn tree standing strong in solitude. Long lethal looking thorns protect the fragile innocence blossoms that bloom in the near the end of spring. Like the beautiful blossoms that decorate the hawthorn tree. Hawthorncrown is decorated in a solid slate grey color similar to the bark of the tree. Dotting her pelt like blossom petals are touches of soft faded orange. Her eyes the faded sunshine of the winter sun. Like the thorns that protect the fragile beautiful blossoms of the hawthorn tree, Hawthorncrown's works hard to protect her heart. Being alone since birth she is a cautious about making permanent personal connections with others. It doesn't stop her from being the adaptive to situations. In social situations she is a lively, charismatic soldier mingling with her comrades. A great listener she is willing to listen to others problems and help apply her own knownledge to help create solutions. Along with her knownledge Hawthorncrown is a brilliant cat that attempts to solve all the problems of the world surrounding her. While she is an excellent sincere friend who tries to fix all their problems. Hawthorncrown can fall prey to out burst of anger when over stressed.
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EDELWIESSBLOOM - Turtlenoir Small and sweet fluffy white and black patched she-cat. Her eyes are a warm earthy brown. She is rebellious and doesn't always do what she is told. Whether her mother Diamondstar or someone of higher power in Winterclan tries to enforce the rules upon her. She is a rule breaker. If the rule says to stay out she will break in. Maybe the reason she breaks the rules is to gain attention. Being from a litter of five and her mother being the Sovereign in her youth. She just wanted to be different from others.
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THISTLESCAR - Turtlenoir His fur long flowing and pure white like the snow drifts that blanket Winterclan's territory. His eyes is a dark deep blue like the water underneath a layer of frozen ice. Peeking out from underneath his long fur he has several faint scars that litter his body. The most noticeable scar is the large claw mark running along his right shoulder and down part of his back. The scar he received during his apprenticeship from a badger attack. He was born in Winterclan before the change. His dream when he was younger had been to become a Prison Guard. A dream that he trained for during his apprenticeship and became as a young adult. Until he became a soldier underneath his sister's leadership. He was born to Snowflower and Nero. He is the brother to Valleystar, Marshflower, Duskthorn, and Mistlesnow. He is also the uncle to Ghoulstar, Morningpaw, Eveningpaw, and Spiritpaw. Warrior
ICYHAVEN - Turtlenoir
Several seasons ago a blizzard locked Winterclan's territory in its icy grips. Icyhaven and his siblings Wintrystar, Blizzardyrefuge, and Summerykit were born. Icyhaven like the freshly fallen snow that fell that night of the blizzard. He has short plush crisp white fur. Thin black tabby stripes mark his face, legs, and body. His eyes are dark warm honey of the sun that broke through the clouds the next morning. Summerykit didn't live through the night which impacted Icyhaven's childhood. Summerykit's death was Icyhaven's constant reminder of death and the dangers of living in Winterclan's territory. To stay within the clan and to follow the rules. To never deviate away from Starclan or the rules set forth in Winterclan. Throughout his parents Blizzardstorm and Jester tried to make themselves look like the perfect parents. To shelter their problems away from their own children. But the whispers and judgement from others within the clan brought many fears to Icyhaven. Because of the death of his littermate Icyhaven fears death and the risks of getting stranded out in a blizzard. He is very awkward when it comes to meeting others. He has a bit of a sense of humor, which sometimes can kill the mood, because of his awkwardness. He is also very sensitive to criticism and leading to him being very emotional as a kitten and having an emotional apprenticeship underneath his mentor Hemlockleaf. Warrior
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 19, 2021 19:23:49 GMT -5
<b>SKELETALKIT rose - Honeystorm</b> <br><i>“In her heart there's a hole. There's a black mark on her soul.”</i> Insanity incarnate, the bringer of madness, the shadow at the end of your nest that makes your heart pound until you go under and nightmares plague what little restless sleep they manage to find. She’s a demon wearing wings stolen from an angel, a pure white princess with a soul darker than the night. And she really is prettiest when she’s committing atrocities. Uninghed at the best of times, downright deranged at the worst, Skeletalrose lives her life gliding along on the good graces of her mother, and Wintrystar’s downright unwillingness to acknowledge most of her children as anything but pure. And yet, whether the WinterClan leader acknowledges it or not, she’s got Eeries on her paws. No matter how much her mother refuses to see the darkness, the heartless royal is here to stay, and she’s perfectly happy to tear everyone and everything down at her leisure. <i>“In her hands is my heart. And she won't let go till it's scarred.”</i> She never did get to be the master of her own fate, her love chosen for her at such a young age, her own perfect little plaything disguised as a fiance. If her mother wanted to play the game of arranging her children to cats at such young ages, well, Skeletalrose believes it’s her own mothers’ fault if such cats happen to… go insane. Loyalty isn’t really a concern of hers, and love is a fickle thing at best, an emotion she’s not entirely certain she can feel. So instead, she just treats it like a toy, seeing how fast she can break anyone who shows even the vaguest amount of interest, whether friendly or romantic, wanting to see their souls shatter behind their eyes, turn them into blithering messes who can’t tell reality from the fiction they’ve been fed by the pretty princess with a poison tongue. <i>“Tried to breathe but I can't. ‘Cause the air she feeds me is damned.”</i> Bodies in her wake, perfect paws pristine and spotless against the white snow. The aura around her seems to teem with restlessness, as if the souls of those lost to her antics still follow her around, dragging down those who spend too much time in her presence down into the pit of insanity. No cat who spends too much time with Skeletalrose can maintain their sanity for very long. Or their life. As the moons go on, and the cats become mere shells of their former selves, and then they just up and disappear. Rumor has it Wintrystar’s daughter herself offs them when she gets bored. But of course, that must all just be idle gossip. At least, Skeletalrose is happy for them to believe it’s just rumor, though she does little to nothing to actually dissuade anyone from spreading such things. The more infamous she becomes, the more attracted to her, they can’t help it. They’re all like moths to the flame, unable to resist a mysterious, deadly sort of beauty that promises them only the worst kinds of trouble. Some come to her to fix her, some to woo her, and some to control her, but whatever their purpose, she’s happy to twist their fragile little minds and shatter the egos they hold so dear. Make them living ghosts, echoes of nightmares, spreading the whisper of insanity wherever they might go. <i>“She got blood cold as ice. And a heart made of stone.”</i> Frostbitten blood from WinterClan’s land, her heart as dead as the rocks that litter the territory and lurk beneath the snow. With icy eyes that darken towards the centers, the frozen edges creeping into the lake-like cores of her gaze, endless and cold as can be. <i>“She got horns like a devil pointed at me, and there's nowhere to run from the fire she breathe.”</i> An angel on the outside, and a demon within. Skeletalrose. (Song lyrics from “Horns” by Bryce Fox) Rank: Kit
<b>DEALFINDER</b> - HONEYSTORM <br>A black and white tom with forest green eyes. Identical to his father Deal. Son of Deal and Ravenleap, though he believes Foxbane/Vixenkismet to be his mother. Far too much like his father, and yet far too stubborn to admit it. Will probably have flings and be a terrible parent, oops. <br>Mate: Corpseflower Warrior
Post by neverstarstar on Jan 23, 2021 9:59:55 GMT -5
this thread says 2020 so i hope this is the right one, i'm all the time using the wrong threads x.x
ASTERBLOSSOM - neverstarstar There is something that happens to you when you are born second class, grow up second class, and will always be second class. That is how Asterblossom was brought into this world. Second-rate. An after-thought. The dark grey kitten has known this since shortly after her birth. WinterClan, for all it's faults, has always been honest about the position in which she is. And still she has always stayed. Through kithood and training, through a warrior ceremony and beyond, she has stayed. Perhaps, after all this time, Asterblossom believes she truly is second rate. And why shouldn't she? Her skill, the swiftness of her and the intelligence in her dark green eyes, will never be as good as the first class warriors. It used to make her bitter but she quickly retired to a place of acceptance. Still, she works everyday as though her station in life could change. As though she could one day be worth more. Asterblossom lives her days quietly, unassuming, living and breathing for a clan that looks down on her solely for her parentage. Sometimes, she thinks, it's enough to make any cat want to run. Run and run and never return. And, yet, she stays. Always stays. Warrior
AURORASHINE - neverstarstar Born into a family of soldiers, this cat grew up wonderfully self-confident and independent. Her siblings all bear scars of their childhood being raised by Stormsurge, but Aurorashine considers herself well adjusted. She doesn't need the attention and praise of her mother. Doesn't need to maintain relationships with her siblings. Doesn't need to fall asleep at night thinking she'd been the best soldier in WinterClan. No, Aurorashine prefers to live outside of the shadows of her mother and family, instead spending time by herself doing things she likes to do. Her blue eyes sparkle with the intelligence and stories that comes with conversing with many different cats in many different clans. Aurorashine is constantly meeting new cats, making friends. The light cream and brown tabby is easy to like and often finds that she need not be afraid of others cats. No one wants to hurt her. Warrior
BANEBERRY - neverstarstar Light grey and silver tabby with a particularly round head and pale green eyes. Brought to the clan by Ravensara with his four siblings, Baneberry spent the first moons of his life a loner. He doesn't remember his mother, but he remembers that she promised to come back and never did. Then Ravensara found them just outside of what would end up being his home. Baneberry loves Ravensara for taking them in, he really does. But the rest of WinterClan? It's nothing but a stepping stone for him. He sees it as a way to gain power. Before you get the wrong idea, you should know that Baneberry isn't evil or bloodthirsty, he simply believes that he should be a leader. That he was born for the role. Maybe not leader of WinterClan, but of some clan. One day. And what will he do to cement power? Now that's the moral gray area for him. He doesn't think there's a line he wouldn't cross for it. To be Banestar. Warrior
STORMSURGE - neverstarstar A large gray she-cat with amber eyes and a ferocious attitude. She was raised with a tough-love dynamic with her and her mother and has seemed to carry that to any social situation. Tough in battle, tough in conversation. The she-cat has never wanted a family or kits or even friends, she likes the solitude she wraps herself in. But, despite her insistence that she was never going to have kits, she had a litter. Stormsurge won't tell any cat who the father is and seems completely uninterested in him, instead focusing on raising her kits and getting out of the nursery. Stormsurge begrudgingly takes care of her children, usually with a scowl and complaint. She raises them with the same strong paw her mother raised her, promising that they will grow up tough like her. Fighters for WinterClan. Because no matter her antisocial behavior, Stormsurge is completely loyal to her clan and always slightly too eager to unsheathe her claws for the good of WinterClan. It seems that's why she had kits; for more soldiers. Warrior
<b>SALTKIT lake</b> - BEAUTIFUL AS A ROSE <br>Saltlake is a long-haired snow-white tom with leaf-green eyes. He is an open-minded cat who is very adaptable to any kind of situation, even from a young age. Saltlake was born to Frozendreams, his Mother and Icywind, his father, along with his older sister, Pepperkit, and younger Brother, Sourkit, who all died in a rock-slide, leaving him the sole survivor of his family, thanks to some WinterClan warriors who found him and brought him back to the camp to get him medical care. He spent two moons of his time in the medicine cat den, just holding on to life, but eventually, he made a full recovery, and at the age of three moons was able to join the other kits of the Clan.
Now he is adapting to life within the Clan and learning all he can about his history. His parents had been 100 % WinterClan cats, born and raised, so he feels that it's his duty to learn everything he can and to uphold the ways of the Clan and his Ancestors. He is a very charming cat, not in the way of she-cats but in a nice, helpful, wanting to please everyone kind of cat. He will go to any lengths just to make his Clan thrive, even give up his life.
He hopes that in the future he will have a mate and kits of his own and have made a life for himself in the Clan, a life worthy of a warrior. He dreams of leading or advising the Clan in times of trouble. But if he only gets to warrior-hood, he will gladly stay a warrior, but if given the chance for more, he will take it, not for power or kicks but to make a real difference in his home, clan, and Family.
<b>JESTERKIT mask</b> - Honeystorm <br>A light grey spotted tabby tom with a white neck, black ear tips and yellow eyes. Son of Blackthorn and Deal. At a first glance, he looks the sort that would kill you first, ask questions later. He's exceptionally small, with a voice more akin to a young she-kit's than anything else, making him come across as innocent at a first glance. This leads to situations wherein cats assume he is a lost kitten, only to end up backtracking once they get a good look at him, and/or a bunch of claws in their pelt. Kit
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 28, 2021 17:51:46 GMT -5
ANXIOUSKIT heart - Complacentdevil An anomaly to say the least, when her mother and father brought this small kit back to camp with them after her mother ran off and lost half her siblings while kitting in a blizzard, everyone from the start was convinced Anxiousheart would be just like her. With short fur, mostly a brown tabby with snow white coating her belly, and bright hazel eyes shes constantly out of her element, the cold driving her to shiver and have sniffles. For this she was seen as weaker, her clan members write her off, thinking her just another kit from her family that would end up dead. Still she persevered, growing into a warrior worth her weight, quick on her fit and with a sharp tongue to match. She finds life in Winterclan fairly difficult, but having her siblings makes it somewhat easier, as she can always find solace in sharing tongues with them, even if she hasn't found herself very close to either of her parents.
SHADOWKIT crawl - Complacentdevil The weird one, of the kits that survived the fateful night that Corpseflower and Dealfinder kitted, their son turned out to be a cat of bizarre mentality. He's barely seen, his black pelt covering him as he hides in the shadows, seen only by his amber eyes, whispering to himself, although he'd swear he was talking to someone else, someone who had just left. His mother's son at heart, awkward to say the least, quiet and polite, always lost in his own world. He doesnt do well in fights, instead he relies on his siblings or other clanmate's guidance to go about his life. He wanders through it himself blindly, and can be met doing mostly nothing in particular on any given day. Hes better kept in the dens, where he can't accidentally injure himself or cause his family any further trouble.
Sinfulatrocity is an extraordinarily large she-cat with long black fur and a silvery white mane covered in a gorgeous array of white rune patterns. She’s an eerily beautiful she-cat but isn’t well taken care of; her dark pelt is lusterless, her ribs are sticking out, her mismatched yellow gold and orange amber eyes are dull and lifeless. When Sinfulatrocity was young she heard stories about DayClan, SunClan and Renegade Regime and loved to imagine all the places she’d explore when she grew up. As an apprentice she was able to visit some of them, even managed to fall in love, but, just when her dreams seemed within her reach, she was caught and drug back “home” to WinterClan. Sinfulatrocity realized that happiness might be real but it’s not something she’s ever meant to experience. She’s a demon... and demons don’t get to have happy endings. Instead of enriching her own life, Sinfulatrocity now focuses on making those who have hurt her feel just as miserable as she does. She isn’t an evil cat but whatever good was there died along with her dreams.
<b>SUBTLEKIT touch</b> - NovaAmaro <br>Subtlety is always the best way to go, and this she-cat knows how to live up to her name. Subtletouch was named for the subtle patches of color in her smooth, fluffy coat. Subtle hints of brown, mingling with subtle hints of black to create a beautiful tortoiseshell pattern. But that’s not the only subtle thing about her. This Winterclan she-cat has an amazing talent for insulting others in such a subtle way that they almost never realize that they’re being insulted. They should be grateful, however. She only saves her best insults for those that she believes are worthy of them. Her twisted way of being a little flirt. Subtletouch, is careful with her flirtatious ways, though. The warrior is terrified of Winterclan’s system of arranged marriages. The only reason she agreed to it as an apprentice is because she knows that it is her duty to her clan and her family. Though, hopefully, the gods take pity on her poor betrothed. Just because she has to agree to the arranged marriage, doesn’t mean she has to make it easy for all parties involved. So much for letting romance blossom and bloom, though, what was she expecting in the frozen tundra she called home. But, as she always has been, she is the perfect obedient daughter to her parents. Sometimes. The tortoiseshell she-cat will find he subtlest ways of rebelling against them. Perhaps when told to groom her pelt she may just forget to untangle a little mat because it was in a place she couldn’t reach. If asked about it, she’ll usually answer with another question which almost always comes off condescending. As if she couldn’t believe that stupidity of the question itself. However, all the self-confidence and proud is just an outward shield. On the inside, Subtletouch can be quite insecure. Especially when it comes to forming relationships with those outside of her family circle. Her mind is always plagued with doubts on whether her clanmates really like her, or whether she can really be a benefit to Winterclan. But she would never dare reveal this to just anyone. Besides, it’s just not her style. <br>Mate: Single Kits: n/a KIT (part of Dappledglacier and Emberbrand's litter)
<b>GARSPARKLING</b> - CLEAVER <br>A small and willowy pale yellow-and-gray tabby with close-set orange eyes, tufted ears, and a long muzzle. Outlandish and crude, Garsparkling has a special sense of humor that his serious clanmates often don't approve of. They see his jokes as disrespectful and rude and believe he is simply lazy. These cats incite his anger, and he's quick to jump to threats and start a fight, though he very rarely wins any combat challenge. He's prone to being over-affectionate with cats he's close to, which is anyone that can tolerate him for an extended period of him and will confess to them his great desire to ruthlessly destroy their enemies. He can be cruel and yet he is also very forgiving of any cat who slights him as if his embarrassing defeat meant nothing to him. <br>Mate: <br>Kits:
Position: Warrior
<b>THUNDERKIT doze</b> - CLEAVER <br>Born to Deal and Blackthornfate, he was raised by Smokesignal and sees him as his father figure. Thunderdoze had great aspirations as a kitten; he thought maybe he would be a strong warrior, even a knight or the deputy, though he wasn't so sure about being a leader. He wanted to look after his family but responsibility made him a little nervous. As he grew older, however, the young apprentice started to slack off. He oversleeps, mainly by accident, and misses out on early morning patrols. Cats can't fathom how such a promising young cat ended up lazy, and he doesn't quite fit in because of it. He keeps to himself, shy and reserved these days, and within his comfort zone. But Thunderdoze still has courage. He pushes himself to contribute to his clan even when it makes him uncomfortable and can speak his mind. He'll face down great monsters to protect his family and won't complain once that they're tearing him apart. He doesn't try to be brave to show off, he just feels a tingling in his paws that urges him to step in. This nervous thrill through his paws has become a constant feeling that drives him to where he needs to go, even when he doesn't entirely understand it. The tremor leads him on and he trusts in it quite blindly, despite every step taking him further from his childhood goals. A fluffy grey-and-white tom with a white diamond upon his forehead.
Position: Kit
<b>ROBINRING</b> - CLEAVER <br>Incredibly precise and always in control, this keen tomcat doesn't take a step that he hasn't already considered from several different angles. He only feels safe and confident when he has a grasp on the events swirling around him and is constantly making subtle rearrangements to suit his purposes. His patience is unyielding, his mask unbreakable, and everyone else sees only what he allows them to peek at. It's no secret that Robinring must always be the smartest cat in the room, but more hidden is the ice in his eyes and the efficiency of his bitter swift retribution. An undersized multicolor tom with pale blue eyes.
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<b>NORTHERNLIGHTS</b> - SHADOW <br>SPIRIT OF ICE + Within the spiraling winds of snow, glimmering crystals raining down, and dancing lights far above, a being rises through the fog. She is a creature of the wild, beautiful yet cold, gentle yet fierce. With a pelt of ebony that seems to glitter like a black diamond adorned by shimmering white swirls that seem to have come from the very ornate snowflakes that descend from the heavens above in the land she calls home and blue eyes like reflecting frozen pools, she is both queen and guardian of the land of frost. Though her past may be a mystery to many, to those willing to grow close and warm her frozen heart, it is a story that yields many an emotion. Sophisticated, playful, peaceful, ferociously protective, she is guardian first, obsydian princess of the tundra second. <br>Mate:
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MATE LOG INFO Northernlights [ Shadow ] || Blood Status: 50% Winter, 50% ? || Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual || Family:
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