Deleted Characters - message Racer or Jadie to have them placed back into SunClan. Descriptions are being placed here to store them.
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<b>TRUEPAW</b> <i>sincerity</i>
<br>Roleplayed by Turtlenoir
<br>The forgotten middle child of his litter. He was born to Flawedperspective and Funk E'tan. Looking like a miniature copy of his mother Flawedperspective from his long dark tabby fur to his striking hazel eyes. He was given the name Truekit at birth. To maybe find the true meaning of love or the true meaning of life to break away from the flawed curse that has followed his family. He didn't have many examples of true love growing up. His father wasn't in the picture, due to him leading the league. While his adoptive siblings Harvetkit and Sweetkit's parents were the only true example of love that he had growing up. So he decided from a young age to dedicate himself to Sunclan's god and religion.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Apple Blossoms
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<b>MYRIADWOLF</b>
<br>Roleplayed by Cleaver
<br>He has his father's boundless energy and his mother's eyes. A large dark gray tom with black speckles and a white muzzle, where he derives his appearance from is a mystery, but his eyes are obvious: only Amityaffliction has those deep lovely purple pools, entrancing and beautiful and rare. He is exceptionally loving, happy, and cheerful, despite the hardships of his life. Shortly after he was born the fire ravaged SunClan and turned the group into something new, but despite all of that death he found the darkness was just a pinprick against all of the light. His father could no longer live with him so the siblings took fun adventures outside of the borders to visit Deal. He has a strong, indomitable bond with both his parents; he sees their sparks and their love and in his mind intention overwhelms actions. Love is stronger than hate. In a rare naïve way, Myriadwolf doesn't let anything get him down. He can look into the most corrupt of souls and see there is something good in there, something to hold onto with both paws. His boundless energy as a kit bothered his family but he enjoyed playing fun games and even seeing their sleepy little eyes peering up at him as they batted him away. He is fascinated by everything and in love with the world around him, every tree and leaf and drop in the river. And he wants to see it all. With his father's wanderlust he wants to meet everyone and see everything, brave and fearless and in need of a good time. And he's hard to resist. Those soft eyes and pouting lip, the look of utter dejection on his face when someone tells him no, is hard to match, and more times than not his denier will give in to his request. Like a kitten in a warrior's coat, he is an eternal optimist and that won't be changing with this adventure or the next. His siblings are Lochflare, Fieryinferno, and Beeflurry.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Dreams
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<b>MISTYROSE</b>
<br>Roleplayed by Faith
<br>If you give her food she'll be your best friend. Mistyrose is a misty Russian blue and radiant peach furred she-cat. She has a turquoise right eye and pale blue with gilded flecks left eye. Her right eye has hawk eye visibility, but her left ear is deaf. She will often refer to other cats as a fuzz brain when she's annoyed with their behavior and is quick to judge other people's action, but is also too lazy to actually do anything about it. She cares an awful lot about food and will get hangry incredibly easily. This is largely because she was a prisoner in WinterClan for many moons and being without prey often reverts her back to her more primal self. At any opportunity that Mistyrose can she is always lying down whether it's medically helping another cat, talking to others or at a gathering. She is very detached from caring what other cats think about her, but does like having friends. However that may be hard as she was imprisoned due to having murdered her entire family and covering up the crime for years. Still she finds love in Regin, her mate that she met down in the prisons which is very ironic considering when she was a part of WinterClan she was a prison guard keeping him in line. Since then Regin and her have continuously been having kits and are openly violently flirtatious towards another much to the clans dissatisfaction. When Mistyrose, back then Mistyveil, became a medicine cat she was not an ordinary kind, she was an Alchemist, capable of seeing ghosts and recognizing when an unearthly presence was inhabiting another cat. Later within a new leadership she became a Witch and was capable of feeling other cats emotions. Despite having a medicine cat rank she was one of the few medicine cats who served consistently her entire medicine cat career as a queen providing kits to her clan. WinterClan had few queens and she was one of the most dedicated producing very large litters. Within Leatherstar’s leadership she was able to communicate with deities and was told to sacrifice her daughter, Icecream, but upon refusal she was cursed to feel eternal hunger, thus why she is always hungry. Throughout her medicine cat career she had befriended Littlebird and came to SunClan to be treated for her illness when WinterClan couldn’t. She decided to stay in SunClan feeling through with WinterClan’s cruelty and constant instability, as well as finding the cats of SunClan to be far better than the viking demeanor of WinterClan warriors.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Water
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<b>TIGERKIT</b> <i>call</i>
<br>Roleplayed by Firepool
<br>Tigercall is an intuitive cat who tries to do the right thing, even if other's don't think it is. He is known for his good leadership skills, often taking a leadership role, when a leadership calls for someone to take control, during some situations, which need one. He often hypnotizes others due to his large size, making others stop in their tracks and stare at him. Most cats wouldn't want to meet him in battle, due to being afraid of him squishing them to death. He was born in SunClan in New-leaf to two warriors, who soon died, his mother, from a fox attack and the other, his Father, from falling into a hole and being buried alive. Tigercall honors his parents by following the ways of the Sun God and the ways of his Clan, striving to protect those who can not protect themselves, the old , injured and the weak. Protecting and defending his home from invaders, Two-legs, Badgers, Foxes, cats and other groups that try too. He will give his life for them in a heart-beat, no matter what.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Heart
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<b>CLOUDKIT</b> <i>strike</i>
<br>Roleplayed by turtlenoir
<br>A large curly-furred taupe tom with white under-belly, chest, and paws and jade green eyes. He has an extremely fluffy tail and his fur is free of all tabby markings save for some dark bands on his legs. Like his father, Oakshade, Cloudstrike has a knack for making friends with even the most difficult of personalities. He knows how to fit in with nearly every crowd just as snug as the final piece of puzzle; however, his personality drastically changes from friend group to friend group. He is obsessed with fitting in and takes any form of rejection, regardless of how minor it may be, to heart. Cloudstrike often loses himself in his efforts to blend in and forms superficial relationships with others. He is a friend to all but can count his best friends on one paw. On one side, it means he is well-liked with few enemies, but on the other, it means he doesn’t even really know who he is, as he defines himself based on his relationships with others rather than his own heart. Constantly juggling multiple personalities, Cloudstrike is always wondering if his friends would accept the real him if he dropped the act, but at this point he doesn’t even knows who that cat is.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Heart
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<b>WAKEPAW</b> <i>robin</i>
<br>Roleplayed by MorteAutumnal
<br>Chestnut brown fur cloaks this she-cat, broken up only by patches of creamy white on her chest and underbelly. Her coat is smooth and stripe-free with umber accents framing her face and the ridges of her back and tail. Although colored differently, Wakerobin is the very picture of her infamous grandmother, Foxbane, from her long-legs and fox-figure to the mischievous glint in her hazel eyes. Thankfully, that is where most of their similarities end. She was named for the almost perfect white markings on her chest that resemble the three petaled flower of the same name. Flexible and the embodiment of feminine innocence and beauty she tends to attract more than she can handle in other cats, especially toms, thus leading to a lot of flings but never any commitments. Her biggest fears are being tied down, fenced in, conforming to the standards others would prefer. That will never be her, Wakerobin prefers a more fulfilling life instead of the mundane one laid out before her. Wakerobin is considerate, funny and makes friends easily. She has a lightning-quick wit and has a warm smile that puts others at ease. However, she also has a bit of a short fuse, particularly if she feels ignored or overlooked. "Don't fence me in." that's this she-cat's motto, and that fear of inner emptiness drives her to aimless wandering, constant daydreaming, and typical misfit tendancies. This brown she-cat is part of a large family and hates the idea of being regarded as “just another one of them.” As such, she tends to exaggerate her actions and thoughts to define herself as different from the rest. She idolizes Glowstar and dreams of someday being as loved and adored as she is. Wakerobin also mirrors many of the DayClan leader’s anarchic beliefs and wants SunClan to be more loose with their borders. Even with such an upbeat persona she suffers from insomnia and sometimes takes hours to "get ready" for the day because she is trying to make herself look more...awake and like her usual self and not a bed-headed monster with bloodshot eyes and instead the beautiful lively she-cat the others know her as. She knows it's wrong to do so, that others may worry, but she is too afraid of the outcome. Even with her internal struggles there is one thing she has always counted on...she has always and will always be true to herself.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Heart
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<b>GOLDPAW</b> <i>pledge</i>
<br>Roleplayed by Woof
<br>His frame might be shorter than the average tom but Goldpledge's convictions are larger than life and fill his sage green gaze to the very brim. He's a swath of tabbied orange fur and nothing more, suggesting precisely where his name comes from. There's not a lot he remembers before SunClan; perhaps just the blistering chill of lonely nights, but the warmth he feels with his newfound purpose makes those memories fade with each passing day. There are few more loyal than he- if you ask Goldpledge, which is rare given the tom's prickly demeanor. He's got a wildfire for a temper, rarely thinks before he speaks, and has only a few redeeming qualities among those. For instance once his loyalty is won over, he's a friend for life, ready to draw claws and defend his friends' honor with no second thought. He'd rather die than let anyone badmouth his clan, but the drawback here is he's one of the most likely to start a scene at a gathering or erupt into fights during neutral times. Surprisingly, however, Goldpledge is a great caretaker for kits; they bring out a softer, more carefree side that is often kept strictly under wraps, but he's quick to regain his composure the second one of his superiors is in sight. His tough guy persona is hard to set aside, but it's all for good reason- for as long as his heart stays pure and unclouded.
<br>Zodiac - Fire
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<b>APPLEPAW</b> <i>snap</i>
<br>Roleplayed by Meow
<br>A lanky, long-legged orange striped tom with just the barest dashes of white on his toes and nose, and a honey-coloured stare. He's a little clumsy and a little hot-headed and has an unfortunate habit of not thinking before he speaks, but he has a good heart and does it all with the best intention. A follower rather than a leader, he might not be the sharpest soldier in the army but he is one of the most loyal.
<br>Zodiac - Wolverine
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<b>OCHERFLAME</b>
<br>Roleplayed by MorteAutumnal
<br>Beauty is as Beauty does. And she was his Beauty. Warm and radiant like the sun. Everything one could ask for in love. His soul mate you could say. And then, while giving birth to their first litter, his whole world was taken from him. She only had one living kit. The other two did not make it, and neither did his Beauty. All he has left now is his pride and joy. His beautiful daughter. Anemoneshade. He has watched her grow from a curious kit to a wonderful asset to the clan as an accomplished warrior even for one so young. He has never been the greatest at "soft" love. Was raised with a tough love approach by his own parents. He still does it from time to time but knows he has to temper it with a leaner approach on occasion or he may push his daughter away. And he couldn't bare that. She is the spitting image of her mother. Ocherflame is very proud of the head strong she-cat she has become but knows her naivety can get her into some sticky situations that she usually comes to him for help for. He doesn't mind usually. He would do anything for her, move mountains, murder, you name it. Anemoneflame has one heck of a dad to look out for her. Ocherflame's childhood was rather straightforward. He was also quite an extroverted kit and apprentice. But throughout his training he learned discipline and it followed him onto becoming a warrior. He was and still is a helpful clanmate. He can usually be found assisting the elders or the nursery and joining patrols. A very active warrior with a knack for tracking. He is still very strong even as he gets up there in age, he is a very large tom with large paws and a long tail. He is covered in a soft long white pelt with patches of ginger that have sporadic ocher tabby stripes within them with a few defining marks, one ocher mark above his nose and another on the left side of his muzzle and chin. The most striking thing about him is his eyes. Brilliant orbs of blazing aquamarine. A stark difference compared to his coat colors. Like dazzling pieces of turquoise stones or the crystalline waters flowing within a red walled canyon. His deep baritone voice and rumbling laugh are warm and inviting like his personality. He is rarely ill tempered and loves to tell stories to the kits. Sometimes it's a wonder why he never took another mate, his love for the youth of the clan is easily known but alas, he doesn't think his heart is quite ready to let another in. But maybe some day Ocherflame will love again.
<br>Zodiac Sign - Memories
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