Clan: Any
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
Rippletide
A stunning grey white she cat with soft baby blue eyes and a splash of white on her muzzle. Ripple is a very clever feline with a strong moral compass and a stronger sense of ambition. Nothing will stop this she cat from getting what she wants, after all she earned it! Ripple enjoys the cool breeze next to the water side and the soft sound of the rippling water along the shoreline.

Clan - any
Gender - female
Wailingbanshee - A small and fluffy she-cat with wild tufts of fur that stick out. Her coat is sooty black with a silvery undercoat. That silvery white leaks through to create ghostly stripes that add to her chaotic looks. Her feathery tail almost always seems to be puffed up. So it is no surprise that she often has stray twigs or other debris in her coat. Her wide eyes are a buttercup yellow and always on the lookout. Wailingbanshee is really a sweet cat though she does have a tendency to scream and panic at the littlest thing. Her voice is shrill, perhaps a little too much for most. Yet she tries to get things done she just sees things out of the corner of her eyes. They never are there but she still fears them. She can be rather emotional, with it only requiring the smallest of things to either make or ruin her day. Even though every emotion shows on her face, she doesn't even attempt to hide her feelings, and is rather blunt about how she’s feeling.
Rank - warrior

Clan - FallClan
Gender - Female
Wailingspirit - Once an openly emotional kitten, Wailingspirit eventually grew into a stoic warrior, soft-spoken and poised. No longer does she allow others to glimpse into her soul, and should she ever let her guard down, such moments are fleeting. Being the second oldest of her litter, she takes on a decisive and protective role among her siblings. She’s always been good at reading others and shares any of her findings with her brothers and sisters in the hopes of aiding their rough attempt at surviving in FallClan. Despite her own afflictions, she acts in a composed and respectable manner at all times, masking her ongoing fears and depression from even her closest companions. Only a select few know of her diagnosis, first found in her early moons but invisible to the naked eye. Wailingspirit was born with a minor case of hypoesthesia, likely a symptom from an overlying disease, in which her spinal cord has a decreased amount of activity. At first, it was a slight numbness to touch and only in a few parts of her body, but as she continues to mature, so does the loss of sensation. As her physical senses fade, her emotions grow, and it is a constant struggle to keep everything hidden. Although she knows that one day, the truth will come out once the hypoesthesia reaches a life-altering stage. Until then, she hopes to experience as much in life as she can. Wailingspirit has a predominantly white pelt with a small patch of orange and black markings on her head, and pale green eyes. Her beauty is evident and catches many eyes, but because of her guarded lifestyle, only the most determined of cats could ever hope to win her affection.
Rank - warrior

Clan - FallClan
Gender - Female
Howlingmoon - The most average of her siblings in personality and looks, Howlingmoon can sometimes pass as any other FallClan cat. However, she doesn’t wish to separate herself from her siblings in that sense. She isn’t embarrassed by or afraid of them, knowing what they endured together and sharing a familial love. Although, she doesn’t wish to go down the same dark path as some of them. Murder, while having crossed her mind, is against her moral code and no amount of rage could force her in that direction. While she is in control of herself anyway. Suffering from insomnia, hallucinations sometimes make an appearance in her life, though not constantly or predictably. Her intellect and awareness are often clouded by exhaustion though, and she has to resort to poppy seeds and other herbs in order to get any rest at all. Fainting isn’t an uncommon occurrence either. Particularly close to Wailingspirit and Shadowpuppet, she relies on them to keep her safe when she’s at her worst. On the rare days when she’s fully alert, she is the most observant and intellectual of her siblings and behaves as maturely as her eldest sister. Though she is the youngest, her age is often confused by Shroudedhex’s appearance and behavior. Howlingmoon is a grey tabby with golden eyes and an unkempt coat.
Rank - warrior

Clan: Fallclan
Gender: Male
Subtleintrigue - A fluffy silver tabby tom with light green eyes. The spitting image of his deceased twin sister, Mellowkit, except for the fact that his tabby markings are slightly darker. He values knowledge above all else. He sees everything as a challenge, and enjoys mysteries but is extremely bad at solving them. He is very bad with directions as well, and will get lost even on paths that he should know by heart. In fact, it's this talent that brought him and his siblings to Fallclan in the first place, somehow ending up inside the leader's den in a crowd of other kits. It wasn't too long afterwards that a plague fell upon the clan and claimed the life of Mellowkit. From then on, Subtleintrigue was never quite as close to his remaining siblings, Tenderdelight and Wonderlust, as they used to be.
Rank: Warrior
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Musically themed cats I just needed to throw in here

Clan: Any
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
Strawberryfields ~ As sweet as strawberries with fur as close as to red a cat could be Strawberryfields has fluffy fur with a white tipped tail and chest. Eyes dazzle in the most peculiar color of blue ever seen on a she cat but then again she herself is a peculiar cat. She see's the world in music, quiet literally as if she is in a musical. Maybe she was born like this or perhaps had obtained an injury in her youth but for Strawberry everything normally sounds just as that. She almost sings everything she says and seems to always dances when she moves. Aside from this quirk she is like any other cat with a fierce passion to protect her loved ones.
Rank: Warrior


Clan: Any
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
Eurythmicdream ~ On the outside she looks a normal silver grey tabby cat with yellow eyes but in honesty nothing about her is normal. For one she can't speak since she was born a mute. Instead she talks with her paws as well as her body. She also has these...dreams. Dreams of cats she don't know but what's to come to them. With there being so many cats out here in the territories its hard to tell each and everyone of them what's coming there way so she has come to ignore them. What use is it to have all of these dreams to help all these cats when she can't even get to meet one, let alone convince them she isn't crazy? Instead she lives life for herself and only herself and that's that.
Rank: Warrior


Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
Jupiterdrop ~ Small and feminine figured this peach and cream colored feline with baby blue eyes is in fact a tom. Being the way he is has its ups and downs, but most definitely uses what he has to his advantage. Manipulative? Maybe. Does he really care if it means it helps him out and maybe a few other cats along the way? Nope. He just does what he does to get to where he needs to be and that's that.


Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
Deafleopard ~ Big, muscular, and strong this tom is one intimating creature. This bangle has the spots of a leopard as well as the heart however there is more than meets the eye with this cat. Dark green eyes always observant...always watching. Never speaks. Some think that this is simply because he is calculating. In retrospect it's more because of the fact that he is actually deaf and so has to constantly watch everything. He doesn't like others to know he is deaf so he just plays the quiet dumb type. In actuality he is in fact a very clever and smart lad that just plays his part very well.
Rank: Warrior

Clan: Any
Gender: Female
Name & Bio:
Poisonedrose ~ Black and white she cat with striking grey eyes she loves to play with flowers, but not just any flowers. All flowers are beautiful but the most prized ones in this cats eye's are the ones with the most poison to them. They have a deadly beauty to them she can easily relate to.

Clan: Primal Instinct
Gender: Male
Name & Bio:
Hamlin - Pale as a ghost with dark rings under his eyes — Jezi’s quirky young son is quiet when lanky like his father. His thin white coat is patchy from his constantly itching, a nervous tick, an absent gesture, and a habitual need to scrape away the grime from his pelt and pull the bugs out from his skin. When he was a young trainee he wandered alone as a rogue and contracted a terrible case of ticks, and even moons later he still obsessively checks his ears and grooms his coat for any signs of the tiny parasites. He couldn't bear to continue living alone with a group, so he returned to the League, but he has never tried very hard to fit in with the mad monsters that live there and he's always ready to run. He has few attachments and no possessions, a drifter at heart, and he has a feeling some of his fellow hunters might turn on him when they discover his distaste for unnecessary death and blood. Lyn often finds it easy to keep other cats away: they get annoyed by his scratching, but his fleeting attention, by his vehement rejections of physical contact. He isn't even close with his siblings - Magnolia, Cason, and Haisley - or parents - Jezebelle and Akatosh - anymore, and he only spends as much time with them as necessary to retain the protection of Foxbane. Deal's grandson.

Clan: Any
Gender: Male
Name & Bio: Wolfwaste
With his neatly refined coat and articulate manner of speaking, very few cats believe he was ever the loner he claims to be. His sleek copper fur reflects auburn in the sunlight, matched by a pair of inquisitive green eyes, and flows over a limber and toned willowy body. The scars marking his body suggest the harsh life of a warrior: few rogues would have fought in so many battles, and none of them would have survived without the aid of a trained medicine cat. His left ear is split down to the base, he's missing patches of fur on his flanks and lower back leg, but the most flagrant wound is the long scar curling beneath his eye and down through the side of his throat, matched by the bite marks in his scruff. He was a SunClan warrior when he was sent out to break the first wave of defenses during a siege, and he was sent out to die. He tore his way through their ranks until the cats were pulling him down into the dirt, and his best friend, his half-brother, sacrificed himself to save Wolfwaste. His mother saved his life then, faked his death, and dragged from out of the battle and into a new clan. Was he supposed to thank her? Of the pair, he can't deny his brother was always his better half: Myriadwolf wasn't articulate or intelligent like Timesquandor, but he was pleasant to be around, optimistic, and trusting. He was sweet, he believed the best in others even after he was proven wrong, and he was willing to take risks to help others. A selfish cat him Timesquandor could never understand that. He's been stuck in his old ways for so long, this selfish and judgmental tom isn't sure he can change, but for his friend, he has to try. His new name is an adaptation of the old - waste for his former name Timesquandor, for the life he's wasted thus far, for the untimely death that wasted his brother's potential; wolf in memory of the best cat he's ever known - and he's determined to find new meaning in it. Perhaps he can curb his own negativity, perhaps he can put his intellect to good use, perhaps he can learn to laugh if only he can stop looking over his shoulder. He has a long journey ahead of him, but for the first time in a long while, Wolfwaste wants to take it. The son of Foxstar and Copperthroat.

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Clan: Summerclan
Gender: Female
Name & Bio: Largelight - A round, fluffy cream she-cat with light green eyes. Born to a kittypet and then adopted into a twoleg family at a young age, for most of her life the twolegplace was the only world Largelight, formerly known as Missy, had ever known. The echoing rumbles of monsters on the thunderpath, the sweet smell of the flowers in their gardens, and the soft and warm comfort of her cozy nest; what more could a cat possibly want? The days went by in a comfortable, familiar pattern: nothing ever seemed to change. After a while, that began to bug her. Was this life really all there was for her? Missy grew desperate for something new, something different, but could never find the courage to chase what she wanted. That is, until a chance run-in with cats from Summerclan. Hearing about the clans, a place where cats worked together and lived in harmony, it was everything she ever dreamed of. She begged them to let her join, nervous from head to tail, but unwilling to let go of the only chance she might ever get. Quiet and polite, Largelight is a peaceful cat, not particularly good at handling confrontation, or even social interaction for that matter. Living alone for so long, being suddenly thrust into a large community has left her with a few anxiety problems, as well as a difficult learning curve when it comes to hunting and fighting. In spite of her clumsiness, Largelight is a real plucky character deep down, always ready to get back up and try again, and excited to see what each new day brings her.
Rank: Garden Keeper

Clan: Summerclan
Gender: Male
Name & Bio: Grasslizard - The eldest and only son of Mudthistle and Crimsonlife, and brother of Redflame. Grasslizard is a perfect blend of his parents: the thick, dark chocolate-brown fur of his mother, and the white chest and paws of his father. It's his eyes that serve as his namesake; a striking green that's as dark and wild as the meadow. He's a rebel; the smooth, cool-headed bad boy who doesn't care about the rules, who loves 'em and leaves 'em, always seen with a new she-cat by his side...or at least, that's the act he puts on in front of strangers. In the reality outside of his own head, however, he's actually a super dork. While Grasslizard 'tries' to play the cool bad boy type, it's his conscious, fears of getting in actual trouble or hurting someone's feelings that prevent him from committing to the role. Most of Summerclan's apprentices have broken more rules than him. Yet it isn't delusion that drives his theatrics, but rather a deep-seated need to impress others that's been there since kithood. Despite being showered in love from his parents and the rest of Summerclan, Grasslizard feels almost compelled to show-off and play the role of the charming bachelor, as if trying to live up to the legacy of someone he's never met. The 'real' Grasslizard, the one his parents and siblings know, is a dorky, super-excitable young tom and super romantic that dreams of being swept off of his paws. If a cat can get past the façade, there's a true friend beneath, one who loves to have fun.
Rank: Warrior

Clan: Swiftclan
Gender: Female
Name & Bio: Sliprabbit - Once upon a time, the beautiful, gentle daughter of a clan leader fell in love with a handsome, devilish rogue. Sliprabbit is the result of that union, a daughter left with neither parent when her mother died in kitting, leaving her to be raised by her aunts and uncles. She is a lovely fluffy silver tabby she-cat with a feather-like tail and the softest of clover-green eyes. Between her and her siblings Skiprose, Scorchsoot, and Shatteredshine, she's the one with the most striking resemblance to their mother Swangrace, and she knows it. Despite this, Sliprabbit doesn't try to be anything other than herself, hoping to build a reputation outside of her mother and absent father, Deadstrike. She is kind, playful, and energetic; with Sliprabbit always trying to see the good in others, which can get her into trouble sometimes. It's incredibly easy for her to get carried away, acting more like a kit than a responsible Warrior. However Sliprabbit has a genuinely has a good heart and is completely devoted to her friends and family. From Waterclan's destruction and her subsequent move to Summerclan as an apprentice, to now a member of her uncle's newly-formed Swiftclan, Sliprabbit is dutifully loyal to both her clan and her family. Though on land she comes off as a bit of a klutz, her true beauty comes out in the water, where she swims as gracefully as any princess.
Rank: Warrior

Clan: Renegade Regime
Gender: Female
Name & Bio: Laela Escale - The most adorable little thing you ever did see. Small and soft, her long, pure snow-white fur drapes around her like a fluffy cloud. Her fern-green eyes sparkle like emeralds, always warm and playful. The daughter of Venus, sister to Commander Mars, and Fjord, a former Commander himself, she comes from a long line of powerful cats dedicated to the Regime heart and soul. Unfortunately, Laela is bedridden most of the time, having inherited her Grandmother Jasmine’s autoimmune disease rather than a leader's legacy. But while most cats might react to being so weak with frustration or self-pity, Laela has learned from her mother the good that comes from moderation, from temperance. Rather than constantly indulging herself, she takes joy in the little things in life. The smile of a tyke. The contagious and heartfelt joy of laughter. A natural Raiser just like her mother, the highlight of her day comes when she's strong enough to visit Post Kilo and entertain the tykes with various jokes and songs she's learned. Many of her groupmates consider her very childlike in that regard, but what reason does she have to hurry in growing up? She constantly encourages her friends and cheers them on through their hardships, always trying to help them in any way that she can. But more than anything, she reminds them and the rest of their family to find hope in the smallest of things in life, and that every new morning is worth living.
Rank: Raiser

Clan: Primal Instinct
Gender: Female
Name & Bio: Emeline-chan - Every monster begins with a heart of hope as soft as silk, a desire to what was right by them that rages like a fire, and the bitter, dry taste of pandora's box, the twisting dark truths, the voices that had spoken in their ears for so long, words they never found the strength to acknowledge, the ones that ask: are you afraid of the question, or are you afraid of the answer? Emeline holds all three things in her hands. She has a heart, as soft as the silken fur of her mother's belly before she was ripped away, set aside to be some experiment for a mad scientist's desire. Often selfless to a fault, she always has a smile on her face and a soft look in her green eyes lest she worried the others, a heart that forgave any wrongdoing against her because she knew deep inside that others truly were good. She has the raging fire, like the flame-point coat she has, that burning need to protect those she has put under her charge, pushing her to be almost too reckless, throwing herself head-first into situations before thinking. She understood the bitter, dry taste of the truth; after all, she was raised in a laboratory, only escaping when Cora, the youngest kit of the ragtag family of theirs was killed by a woman with hard lines on his face. Having to fend for themselves since a kit, she knows exactly what it takes to survive; her eyes turn into the cold eyes of a killer when her family is threatened. So what is the question, and what is the answer? Emeline has always known the answer, what shall she fear? It isn't the monster she fears in the darkness, for they once had hearts like her own, the softness in their lines and a fire in their hearts. No, she does not fear the monsters ahead of her, rather, she fears the thing that's created them that way instead, for something must've stolen the warmth from their chest and the silk from their soul to turn them into this, and if it can happen to others, will it be so easy to happen to her?