OWLKIT [eyes] / LOVELYGIRL16 * will need to rename as the name is cannon in the series.
Guardianship of the underworlds. Protector of the dead. Ruler of the night and seer's of souls. Who? Owls, of course. Despite being named after the raptor, Owlkit does not share their fondness of death. The things that Owleyes hold's guardianship of are far from dead. Owleyes likes to think of himself as a guardian of knowledge. Owleyes has always been a rather small cat; thus, he could not play like the other kits. Instead of playing war, Owleyes turned to knowing all that he could about his small world. As Owleye's world grew, so did his knowledge-- which is the best part about knowledge, is that it is endless. Protector of those he loves. Owleyes may be small, but he knows just how to use his size to his advantage. Owleyes may not be ruler of the night, but he isn't completely helpless in the dark. As his name suggests, Owleye has excellent eye sight-- especially night vision. The night time is were Owleyes shines. Owleyes may not be able to peer into souls, but he doesn't have to.Owleyes has discovered that some cats give off subtle messages to give insight on what they are thinking and feeling. Owleyes has to figure out the meanings signs and react accordingly. Often misunderstood, Owleyes has always found himself a bit of an outcast. Even when he seems to be fitting in, there is an element of Owleyes that still feels disconnected. Owleyes looks up to wisdom, which is why he is drawn towards the Elders den more so than any other den. Owleyes enjoys a good mystery himself because it means he can flex his knowledge as well as discover something new. Owleyes easily transitions as the world around him changes. Owleyes has a calm intelligence's. He is the type of cat who knows he is right; therefore, there is no need to fight when one has already won. The protector of secrets and keeper of intuition. Owleyes is a cat who can be trusted with deep, dark secrets and to not share with others. Owleyes greatest aspect in life are his foresightedness and intuition. An odd looking tom, Owleyes looks nothing but skin and bones. An unearthly thin tom cat with long, jagged edges and sharp curves. However, Owleyes has a graceful stride and fluid-like movements. A pale sandy brown base coat with slightly darker brown flecks-- darker still, the tabby markings that litter his pelt. A long, twig-like tail is contently twitching or twirling in unison with Owleye's ticking mind. Off-white fur marks his muzzle than cascades down his neck to break off into a trickle down his chest. His belly is an off-white colour as well as parts of his tail. Owleyes has a small skull that abruptly shapes into his muzzle. He has a large, tan coloured nose. Long and wild whiskers sprout from his maw. Owleyes ears appear large in comparison to his small head. However, what really steel the show is Owleyes name sake. A pair of large, lemon shaped ore yellow eyes really do revel this felines soul. Big eyes full of curiosity and wonder. Born and raised in MoonClan; however, Owleyes does not have MoonClan in his veins. Owleyes isn't to sure who he is, in the aspects of blood; however, Owleyes of all cats knows that the building blocks of a cat is more than blood. Owleyes has a strict mother named Slugnose. Owleyes often received sharp punishments for misbehaving or expressing undesirable traits. Regardless of that, Owleyes loves his mother with all his heart. Owleye does not know much about his father other than the fact the his name is Red. Owleyes has a rather large; and still growing, family. Owleyes's mother came to MoonClan with her two siblings. Owleye's uncle is Leechfur and his aunt if Snailshell. Now, this is were it gets complicated. Owleyes has siblings that share his blood, and those that do not. Owleyes's blood sisters are named Redwolf and Mulchfeather. Owleyes only blood brother is named Beetlewing. Owleye's foster sisters are named Emeraldsong and Rubyshine. His foster brothers are named Diamondshard and Sapphiregaze. However, whether or not Owleyes shares their blood some of his siblings and others not, Owleyes still loved them all as they should be loved-- as his siblings. However, Owleyes does take great satisfaction in being the smallest and smartest out of all of his siblings. Owleyes is known to being able to pick out things what other cats fail to see; or perhaps, they merely look over it. Owleyes has the capacity to see beyond deceit and masks or lies. A cat who enjoys the wonders of dreams, Owleyes is often a little to eager to go to bed. Often attracted to the shadows, Owleyes likes to hide out in the darkness as it helps him think. Secret knowledge and physic awareness. Keen observation and otherworldliness. Silence and clairaudience. Owleyes can show a extroverted and independent temperament. However, Owleyes can also posses a dominance and imperviousness in certain environments. Owleyes is skilled in diplomacy. A strategy is always bouncing around in Owleyes's mind. Owleyes is also a disciplined cat who is quick to correct himself. At the end of the day, Owleyes has a deep inner need for quiet. Owleyes desires to understand and analyze the world he lives in, as well as learn the deeper truths. Owleyes can be a powerful forces to all of whose lives he touches. A capable and charismatic Leader when given the chance. Owleyes enjoys leading patrols or training Apprentices as he knows he will complete the task correctly. Owleyes often undertakes large endeavors with great success. Owleyes values truth, justice and discipline and may be quick-tempered with those who do not share his ideals. Sometimes Owleyes feels that if he fails to develop his potential, be may become impractical and rigid. Owleyes is often looks at or watches events or cats closely, especially in interest.Looking steadily and intently, espeically in admiration, surprise or thought. Omniscience and vigilant, nothing slips pasts Owleyes's gaze. A lighthearted cat at times, but Owleyes does have a strong moral consciences. Owleyes strives towards being as truthful as possible with the cats he interacts with. He expects complete honestly from his friends, so why shouldn't Owleyes be truthful as well? A respectful cat, Owleyes knows his place and would never dare to step outside it. Completely modest, Owleyes does not seem himself better than any cat. Under judgement or authority, Owleyes can turn submissive. He other has an innocence's when it comes towards being in love. Owleyes is a focused tom with clarity of mind. Perception and Observation. Openness and awareness.

G O L D E N K I T l o r e
Win. Succeed. To climb to the top of whatever mountain he chooses. All Goldenlore really wants to do is to find success in everything he does. One of This toms biggest dreams is to do something worth remembering-- Goldenlore wants his Clan-mates to remember him long after he is gone. Despite his high and mighty goal, Goldenlore is really an understanding cat. He has an overabundance of self-worth. This cat knows that whatever he sets his mind to, he will do the best he can do. Goldenlore looks up to cats of wisdom and strives to be just as wise. If not doing his duties, Goldenlore can be found inside the Elders den, seeping up the knowledge the Elders have to share. A compassionate sort, Goldenlore had a sad beginning in life. A bandoned with his siblings in the cold forests of WinterClan, their fate was almost curtain. That is; until, a WinterClan tom rescued them and brought them back to WinterClan's Nursery. Now, Goldenlore hopes that one day he could pass along the kindness in some way or form. A cat who strongly believes in love at first sight, Goldenlore often wonders who his true love will be.A passionate tom, Goldenlore's emotions can sometimes be unpredictable but strong. Goldenlore has a winning charisma that often draws other cats to him. Optimistic and positive, Goldenlore tries his best to look on the bright side of things even if it may be to dare. One does not have to wonder were Goldenlore's gotten his confidences from-- he got it from his looks. A harlequin styled tom. he sharpness of gold in contrast with the pureness of white. Goldenlore's pelt; without any help, is stunning. Patches of golden fur covers his ears, part of his cheeks and his maw. Golden fur sprouts from Goldenlore's chin, to his front paws all the way to his tail. He has a distinguished, rich pink nose with the slightest hint of peach mixed in. Long, white whiskers burst fourth from his maw and curl down towards his chin. A pair of round, copper irises could memorize any cat weak of will. As Goldenlore's good looks gives him confidences, it also makes him a bit self-centered. However, when it comes to his siblings, all what is on the outside is forgotten. Goldenlore's brothers are named Firemist and Cricketgaze. His sisters are named Evergreenfall and Diamondshine. Despite his forthrightness, Goldenlore has a deep, festering fear of success. What happens if he was to succeed at everything he has set out to do in life? What then, would become of him? Demanding. Mean spirited. Lack of trust. Falseness.At times Goldenlore can be sociable, other times he is as unsociable as a rock. Optimistic, cheerful and enthusiastic. Goldenlore is a very independent cat. Flamboyant, extroverted and uninhibited. The adventure. The risk-taker. At times, Goldenlore's personality can become very over-baring for those around him. Deep down, Goldenlore never got over the fact that his birth parents threw him away like he was crow-food. His strong exterior is so that no one would ever tell that deep in side, Goldenlore is alone.

FOLLOWEDKIT (FOX)
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To go or come after a cat preceding ahead. However, this cat is not the follower, he is the followed. Were ever Followedfox may go, one will never be surprised to find he has at least one shadow traveling behind him. Wherever Followedfox may lead his followers, trouble is sure to be at the end of it. For the most part, Followedfox is a rather still and silent soul. He has the grace of never saying a word to many. A silent confidences is what draws his fans near, it is the way he holds himself. As cunning as the dog-like creature he was named after, one should not take Followedfox's silences for granted. When Followedfox is quiet, he is thinking-- if he is thinking, mayhem is on the horizon. Being the master of deception himself, Followedfox can see though the pitiful attempts of deceit of other cats. Followedfox will often be called to be discerning. A strategy is always cooking inside Followedfox's noggin. The thinker, the planner. As much as he'd rather have other cats stay with his plans, but Followedfox has the gift of quick-thinking. Were most cats fret under pressure, Followedfox thrives. Followedfox takes great joy in his adaptability to any situation. Quite often, Followedfox doesn't have patience for those who cannot adapt quickly, and often leaves them in the dust. Followedfox has a certain cleverness, one that even a fox would resent. As much as Followedfox may appear as a juvenile delinquent, he holds a certain respect towards Elders. One thing Followedfox values in another cat is wisdom. Followedfox wants to learn as much as possible so that one day, he could be honored for his wisdom. A tom of passion and desire-- if he does not want, he will not pursue. Intensity and expression. The type of cat who looks at the bigger picture, Followedfox also encourages others to think outside of the box and use their intelligence in different ways. A simple looking feline, Followedfox doesn't look like much. Short but soft, cobalt grey fur sprouts from his body-- his fur is always kept neat. A lean built tom, Followedfox has slim, long legs that offer a dainty yet distinctive gait. His tail is slender, the fur on the top of Followedfox's tail is slightly longer than the rest of his body. Followedfox has a well defined skull with a smooth edges. Followedfox may not look like a cat worth following, but it is not his physical appeance that draws other cats to him-- it is how Followedfox carries himself. Followedfox walks with the gracefulness of a fox, full of confidence and swagger. Followedfox has a small, storm grey nose. His whiskers are so thin, that they either appear to be silver or even transparent when in reality, they are white. A pair of round, ash grey eyes give Followedfox a rather sad look. Rarely does Followedfox show much emotion on his face, thus, causing him to look either sad, depressed or serious. However, Followedfox really has nothing to be sad about, as he has been brought into this world by two great parents. Followedfox's mother is a feline named Charredwing. Thanks to Followedfox's mother, this tom is not quick to judge a cat solely biased on their appearance. Followedfox is not one to call someone ugly; let alone, consider a cat ugly if they have a huge physical change. On his mother side, Followedfox has an aunt named Burntfeather. Followedfox's father's name is Suntread. It is his father; though Suntread did not teach Followedfox this, but Followedfox picked up on-- hiding his discomforts. On Suntread's side of the family, Followfox has an aunt named Olivestar and a cousin named Banditkit. Born to a litter of five, and a female dominated litter; however, it has granted Followedfox a higher respect for she-cats, and an in tolerance for toms who do not show the same respect. Among Followedfox's sisters are Paintedbutterfly, Hushedrabbit and Startledfawn. Followedfox's only brother is named Frightenpheasant. When it comes to his family, Followedfox feels like he is a guide to them. Even when his siblings don't want him around, occasionally Followedfox will go after them in order to monitor and make sure they are alright. Followedfox believes that the entire body is like an arrow-- it points straight and tightly aimed. Followedfox has a powerfully focused mindset in order to hit the target he so desires. Followedfox will often try to approach his circumstances differently, in creative ways, than he normally would. Followedfox is obsessed in being aware of his habits and trying a different angle of action. The type to utilize all possible resources; seen and unseen, in order to accomplish his goals. Sometimes, Followedfox will call upon some unorthodox methods in getting what he wants. Observant, Followedfox is always mindful of his surroundings. Effective shape-shifter; that is, of the personality. Whatever is required of Followedfox of a situation, that is who he will become. Incredibly adaptable, sometimes Followedfox forgets who he really is under all his layers. Followedfox is not one to fight-- he is one to remain calm, accepting. Followedfox rather not make to many wave but rather; adapt to his surroundings. To blend into a situation, and Followedfox will use his surroundings and circumstances to his advantage. Followefox much rather right-action with those around him than fight. Followedfox much rather focus his energy on the things he can change, than the things he cannot change. Increased awareness allows Followedfox to find his way around, and to be swift in tricky situations. Affinity with nocturnal activities-- Followedfox feels right at home in the dark or night. Followedfox may not be a brute, but he is a speedster. Agility is his friend, allowing him to be a skilled hunter. Using his speed and being surefooted, Followedfox can present a challenge to take in a brawl. Always eager to play games with anycat who has the patience for him. Mischief. Followedfox simply adores being mischievous; he delights in it. To go in the same direction as or parallel to another cat is often seems to be were Followedfox's feet take him. Followedfox is a cat who believes in karma-- often believing that it is his duty to be a logical consequence. A busy cat, Followedfox is always doing one activity or chore after another. As he ususally is a cat of fun and game; however, when it is time to work, Followedfox will act accordingly to an instruction or precept. Followedfox will pay close attention to those in charge, as he wises to one day take on the profession of being in-charge of other cats. If opportunity does not present itself to Followedfox, than he will create his own. On the matter of fortune, Followedfox is rather lucky in a sense. An extremely curious cat when it comes to new ideas, pleases or cats. Though he talks rarely, one may find it a surprise when Followedfox posses quite the charm, when it comes to words. Followedfox coneys that he is a trickster. Followedfox can distract others with play and folly and just when they are not looking-- run off with their prize faster than they can say "where's my....?" Depending on who he steals from, it may either be all good fun or play's for keeps. Followedfox will strike at the very best time for almost any situation he may encounter. All around, a very independent tom who enjoys testing the wits and boundaries of other cats.

SHADOWKIT briar / ᗯade.
A smoky, long-furred black-grey tomcat with yellow eyes. Shadowbriar is not a very pleasent cat to meet. Generally he is quiet and calm, like a shadow. However, apparent distaste will enter Shadowbriar's eyes as he is approached by another cat. When a Clanmate violates Shadowbriar's bubble, his main goal is to give them a reason to get out and stay out-- but it would also be nice if they spread the word. A blunt and stark feline who poses his words for one purpose-- to harm. Shadowbriar does not make friends easily, mostly due to his mindset of that he does not need friends. But for those persistance few who have wromed their way into Shadowbriar's social circal, they discover a loyal friend who would defend their honor in a heartbeat. Shadowbriar is especially fond of his siblings-- Smallshade, Starkshadow and Sagefrost. Shadowbriar tends to have a dry sense of humor.
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MIDNIGHTKIT [GHOST]
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A black tomcat with silver eyes. Midnightghost is a silent soul. Some may consider Midnightghost a mute, considering he rarely breaths a word. Midnightghost enjoys keeping quiet and listening to others speak. However, do not mistake Midnightghost's quietness for shyness. In a swift heartbeat Midnightghost's raspy voice can rumble to life, and fullfil its purpose. Midnightghost; like his siblings, was found near the Training Hollow, unable to recollect where hey came from, where they are, or even their own names. Now Midnightghost's siblings are known as Eveningkit, Sunsetkit, Twilightkit and Moonkit. Midnightghost enjoys working at night when his pelt helps him blend into the darkness.
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STUFFINGKIT roleplayed by wade.
A brown tabby tom with black paws and green eyes. When most cats first meet Stuffingkit, they see a rather lazy and slow-moving feline. Most cats don't bother getting to know Stuffingkit, mostly worried he will weigh them down. But for the brave few who do get to know Stuffingkit, the know he is not a one hit wonder. Stuffingkit has a warm and comforting personality. A flavourful feline who enjoys chatting with his friends. When push comes to shove, Stuffingkit will often try to be the peacemaker-- if that does not work, then Stuffingkit will put up a fight. Stuffingkit was found at DayClans border at the age of two moons old, his only memory being his name. Stuffingkit's siblings are Turkeyflight, Gravykit, Potatostalk, Greenbeankit, Cranberrykit, Pumpkincloud and Pecankit.
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SELFISHKIT | wade.
A strong white tom with green eyes. Willing to fight for what is rightfully his. Though often viewed as selfish, Selfishkit just really cares about his friends and Clan-mates. Selfishkit can be possessive; especially if he things another cat could be a bad influence on his friends. Selfishkit's siblings are Narcissistickit, Vainambition, Miserlykit and Thoughtlesskit. Selfishkit has an undyingly loyal to EarthClan, but somehow, his actions always get misconstrued to seem like he is a bad guy.

MUDKIT / PELT | wade.
A tortoiseshell tomcat with green eyes. Mudpelt is a very generic feline, with average skills. However, Mudpelt has a great fear of water and will avoided aqua at all coasts. The son of Stonefall and Crystalsky, both who died before Mudpelt could get to know them. Mudpelt's siblings are Fallingstone, Rockclaw, Dusteye and Greypebble.
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Deerantler
Haunting yet charming. Dark and light. Deerantler is a large, brooding tom who towers over most. Not fat, but muscular mass gives this tom a bold appearance. At an indirect look, it is easy to see how another could be intimidated by Deerantler. Standing tall on thick legs, firmly planted in the earth by a pair of large paws. Broad shoulders and hind-quartzs help him absorb blunt force. A thick; muscular neck helps in shock as well as a little added punch to his counter attacks. It is clear that Deerantler is not made for battle; what he is made for is far more sinister. This tom was made to take a beating, then return the gesture. His stance makes him like a mountain; a seemingly unmovable force. Though like most felines, Deerantler has his weaknesses; however, it is advised to find them before he discovers yours. A vast cranium matches his brutality-complex. An elegant tail and mundan ears are few of a small percentage of minuscule common body parts to this otherwise gigantic feline. What clocks over this bruting tom only plums him up even more. Semi-long fur, an intriguing mix between thick and silk-like. The lighter shades dance to their own accord on his pelt. From dark to light grey, from ear tip to toe, he is like a walking whirlwind. Every-step send a puff of fluff into the air, making Deerantler seem like a king. The only this disrupting his rather normal coat is the innocent melody of white, and the promise of silver. Silver and white highlights tickles his neck, chest and underbelly fur. The only true interpretation of either colour are a few patches of white. The very tips of Deerantler's back toes are a snow-white. His front paws on the other hand are completely white, and even sneak up in faint lines on the back-sides of the limbs. However, the more pronounced display of white doesn't at all cry the innocents the colour so represents. As if mimicking a gruesome scar, a white line starts from the top of Deerantler's skull and whines down and over his right eye and down his cheek. Perhaps it is merely a nature's way of saying that if one cuts away the darkness, there's always light. Or, perhaps it is a humming warning for those who do open up to Deerantler's charm. Yet most; if not all, doubts are casted away like demons in the light of Deerantler's trademark charisma-bursting smile. To those who first meet him, Deerantler will always be all smiles until the other party lets their guard down. A pair of unstable copper eyes rarely ever linger on once answer for too long. Whiry white whiskers cascade from his partly sunken in muzzle; in which, sits a rather stout cobalt grey nose. All evidences pointing towards that his bloodline is mostly; if not purely, Persian. Not that Deerantler would no any better seeing he's only spent less than a moon with his mother, and no-time-at-all with his father. You see, Deerantler is not the typical Clan kit. This solid feline's life started out bleak, and horrific. Darkness. Before there was light, there was darkness. Cold; relentless, darkness. Darkness and his friend; cold. Deerantler spend his first two moons of life in the cramp, dark and cruel grasps of a kitten mill. The reason why Deerantler holds no memory of his mother is because he was ripped away from her warm belly before he was completely weaned. Most of the horrors of the mill are blissfully barred in Deerantler's mind; however, what he does recall is their being no light. Absolute darkness, an endless abyss with only the cold claws of a two-leg made cave. Deerantler does not remember if he has siblings, but he does recall being cramped in a cell with other like-aged kits. Darkness and coldness was all Deerantler ever new. Even in the sea of kittens, there was no friendship, only isolation. The scents of waste, blood and death were natural. The screams of the sick and the creeks of the factory was Deerantler's only company. There was no day, no night-- only time. Endless; unyielding, time. Brought up to believe that this was the normal, that suffering was what life was all about. Then, click. Out of the cold darkness and into a twoleg skin with other kits that have been forgotten. More darkness, and the roars of an unthinkable monster. After being tossed out of the monster, Deerantler had his first breaths of fresh; crisp, leaf-bare air. The coldness of the new, snow-infested land made the silver-claws seem kind. The first rays of light screened through the fibers of the two-leg skin. Somewhere in the mess, Deerantler dozed off only to wake up in a new environment-- WindClan. The no-body became a somebody-- he became Deerkit. Having entering WindClan half-starved, half-dead and whittled with the scares not even veteran Warriors have, Deer seemed to fit a kit so frail. It took the unsocialized feline moons to fully adapt to the light, but quicker to learn the charms of this new world. This tom has learned how to almost mask his ailments behind a wall of optimism. However, no one; especially that young, could walk away from a horror without being marked for life. Though most of the scars on his body faded, the ones in Deerantler's mind festered. Psychopathic tendencies, anger management issues, egomania and traces of post-traumatic stress disorder. You see, Deerantler may have woken up in WindClan-- the exact opposite of the cold barren land he was born into. However, the warmth came too late. Though the rest of Deerantler's story is yet to unfold, one thing is for sure-- his story is not about overcoming great odds. Deerantler is not the great hero who rose from the ashes of unspeakable suffering and became a pillar of faith. This is a cat who has been scarred by experiences to a point of mental damage beyond repair. The only thing left for Deerantler to is to either choice to allow his madness to consume him and take him to the darker side of his illnesses, or become one with it in a way he could still be a functional member of society, or perhaps an unknown outcome that is currently hidden. The only sure thing about Deerantler's story is that it is far from ending-- in fact, this tale only just beginning.