LILACKIT (waters)
roleplayed by childe
What is a father but an older tom who exerts influence on your life that you never asked for. To free thinking to respect the inherent authority of his parents over him Lilacwaters has always grown up questioning others influence over him and his decisions. But it has also never altered his ability to just as quickly latch onto those he decides he wants to be influenced by. Lilacwaters will put himself in a position surrounded by those he respects to himself with their attention. The sort of tom who will purposely do something shortsighted or silly for their reprimand because he enjoys forcing others to care for him by any means necessary. Growing up with his parents so focused on his brother had him getting creative in finding figures of affection. He cares little for what he considers trivial matters which are often those aspects of others lives that they might find world changing. The willowy lilac point siamese with light blue eyes with varying shades like broken fragments. The delicate appearance gives the first hint towards his finicky nature. His favors changing quickly if not deeply cemented and his loyalty fleeting if not properly pursued. He hates getting dirty or germs and makes a poor hunter because of it. Blood is unsanitary and he passes off all situations where he might have to deal with it. Or dramatically complains throughout the whole experience until others wish to force him into silence. He's determined to make his name one of greatness that with be attached to the course of history. Whether he play the hero or the villain he will get his moment of glory.
kit

SNAPDRAGON
roleplayed by childe
His pretty appearance gives on the impression of serenity; it's an impression that couldn't be more incorrect. Snapdragon is loud, bold, and stubborn. He wails at an injustice and refuses to back down from a fight. If he believes in his own opinion he will go down with it, even when it would be smarter to appease others. The darker fur on his face highlighting his blue eyes and cream fur got him a mate young and his loyalty has been to her ever since. His devotion is deeply wrapped in her happiness and it's cause both triumphs and tragedy in his life. Joining Nightclan before it plunged into a dark reign of terror he regrets it every moment. Because he decided to bring his mate and kits to this clan of terror.
warrior

CAGEDKIT / GHOST
roleplayed by Shadow

Cagedghost has ghastly white fur, glazed over cracked blue ice eyes with light speckles of grey across his face. His fur stands up clumped and spiky, stiffened by the cold while his ears are pointed and tall. While Jackdawpaw weaves a story of a pure hearted medicine cat apprentice, defying the heavens, and doing what was right Cagedghost knows a very different tale. Jackdawpaw found five kits that night, not four. StarClan told him his faith would be tested, he needed to kill all five. When he refused StarClan bargained with Jack, telling him that they would bless four of the kits to live normal lives, but he would have to choose one of the five who would not be blessed, one he would have to kill. Everyone would win, the four kits could live normal lives and the clans wouldn’t be in jeopardy of having five evil kits grown into adults roaming around, wrecking havoc. Well, everyone would win except for Cagedghost. Jackdawpaw buried Cagedghost into the snow and left... Left and then returned. There was an old legend that by drawing a circle StarClan could not witness anything within the circle so that was exactly what Jack did. He drew a big circle, dug down and made a prison for the kit. Jack curled up for an entire day, warming the kit back to life and made sure to care for it, hoping it would be good, that his worries would lie to rest and he could one day leave the hole with the kit who he called Freakykit. Freaky was a good name because while Freaky had an innocent voice the things he would say would make the hair rise on anyone’s neck. He would talk about meeting people that never came in, spoke about things no other cat could know, but he explained it away by saying he was just really good at listening. One day Freakykit appeared in NightClan, he had gotten out on his own, called himself Cagedghost. Jack lovingly calls him Freak, which might fit well as he is often trying to keep Cagedghost from committing atrocities. Cagedghost is a white tom with frost bitten blue eyes.

Kit

IRISBLOSSOM
roleplayed by Klee
A calico she-cat with a striking golden gaze with half her face orange and the other half an ashy gray. Irisblossom has always been a rather sickly cat. She doesn't have any chronic conditions, but it isn't abnormal for her to catch an illness during the colder months. Usually with some rest and food she would be back to her old self within a few days, but once Irisblossom became pregnant it became harder for her to get over the illnesses she so often caught. As a result it wasn't long before Irisblossom had become too weak to travel and too vulnerable for Snapdragon to leave by herself for long periods of time. That caused the duo to seek refuge in one of the nearby groups of cats that were rumored to have cats that specialized in healing. The couple eventually came across Nightclan and joined after promising their families loyalty to Aspenstar. At first living in Nightclan was peaceful and carefree. Irisblossom was able to have a safe delivery of her kits and in return Snapdragon would hunt on behalf of Nightclan, but once Kier took over it became apparent that their safe haven would soon change drastically. Normally, Irisblossom is a kind and gentle cat willing to care for those in need. She cares about the well-being of others and wants what is best for Nightclan as a whole. At the same time though, Irisblossom worries for her children and loves them above all else. She is fiercely protective of them. She is the definition of a mama bear when it comes to her cubs.
Queen
Mate: Snapdragon
Kits: Lilackit, Snowkit, Glazekit, and Buttercupkit

BUTTERCUPKIT / DUST
roleplayed by Klee
Buttercupdust is a a mostly white calico she-cat with fluffier fur then her mother but the same striking golden gaze. Buttercupdust is the definition of a tomboy preferring to play rough with the boys and wallow in the mud versus keep her pelt pretty and doing boring activities like basking in the moonlight. Buttercupdust believes strength is what truly makes a cat, and will do everything in her power to ensure that she is as strong as possible in order to serve her clan. Maybe this is why she looks down on her brother, Snowdrop, so much because she fears that he will give their family a bad name with his dsability and what some may call weakness. Buttercupdust has little patience for other peoples faults and is quick to scold or insult someone who she feels isn't living up to the expectations set forth by Nightclan. Buttercupdust is easily annoyed and as a result has a poor temper. It wouldn't be above her to claw a cat who rubs her the wrong way, or to yell at someone if they irritate her enough. She doesn't appreciate cats treating her inferior because she is a she-cat and hates the thought of being looked down on because of the gender she was born as. Due to this Buttercupdust has a strong determination to change the minds of those who believe she-cats can't be powerful or strong-willed.
Kit

FIREFLYKIT / HUNT
roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad

A dark gray she cat with pale peridot eyes. A chaotic free-spirt, she feels like she doesn't have to listen to anybody ever. Her way or the highway, she is often very intense with her loudness, her excitable energy, and her fierce independence. Authority can go kick rocks because her whims come first and last. She enjoys causing problems for the sake of it, and seems to revel in the consequences no matter how cruel they can be. It's almost strange. Loves pranks and practical jokes.
kit

RATPAW / SNEER
roleplayed by faeish
Nobody’s comin to save you, okay? So you better learn to handle it on your own. A dark sable furred tom with pretty yellow eyes, he would be attractive if it weren’t for the general sour look on his face. Ratsneer is the meanest pessimist you will ever have the displeasure to meet. If you ask him, nothing is ever going to go the way you want it to, or even in a good direction. The tom was orphaned early on along with his younger brother when his father disappeared mysteriously. Perhaps this lack of parental figures caused his disdain for, well, everything and everyone. Or perhaps he was born with it. The only soft spot this tom seems to have is for his younger brother, Vampirebite. Otherwise, it may be good to stay clear away from Ratsneer. If you aren’t put off by his constant complaining, you’ll more than likely be deterred by his lashing out or occasional cruelty. Yes, he has built quite a wall indeed.
apprentice

APPLEPAW / DELIGHT
roleplayed by Dot
Soft-spoken and quiet, most wouldn't give her a second glance if she were in a room — actually, they hardly notice her at all. She's a social recluse, and often fumbles through interactions, always sticking with those she knows. Not particularly prone to anxiety, she is very organized nonetheless and loves planning things. Always thinks things through and often the rock that holds her sister down. She enjoys researching various plants, and often watches wild animals from afar just to see what their lives are like.
Apprentice

WEBPAW (weaver)
roleplayed by nightshade
Webweaver has bright blue eyes, stark against her short white fur. She has abnormally tall lets and whiskers that stick out at slightly strange angles. She's a cunning cat with a need to cause chaos when possible, and she loves a good rumor. It isn't that she wants to be mean, she just can help herself from craving the adrenaline of causing problems and watching it unfold around her. She has her kind moments though it can be hard for her to be serious about anything and she tends to take even important matters as a joke. She's self conscious about her legs and that they sometimes makes it hard for her to be stealthy or agile and tries her best to cover up her insecurities by poking fun at others. She doesn't have any friends and while she can sort of see why, she also craves the feeling of having someone close to her in her life, she just isn't sure how to maintain relationships. She isn't very close with her parents and has always been expected by them to take care of herself for the most part since she was able to.
Apprentice

SUNSETKIT / STREAK
roleplayed by Klee
Simple and unassuming, she wants nothing more than a quiet, unassuming life, but Nightclan's current conditions have made it incredibly difficult. Worrisome and prone to severe anxiety, she takes her energy out by either fussing over everyone or being extremely irritable. Sometimes she tries to ease it by creating something similar to paint with berries and plants and making pretty pictures on rocks or cave walls. She's bossy because she wants to constantly stick to a schedule; has vast amount of medicinal knowledge in case she ever needs it.
Kit

VAMPIREKIT / BITE
roleplayed by unknownhearts
A pitch black tom with yellow eyes. His canines stick out past his upper jaw, giving him a unique look. His father disappeared under mysterious circumstances and no one really knows who his mother is. The only family he seems to have is his older half-brother Ratsneer. It's the perfect kind of sob story to pull at the elders and upper class heart strings. And he quickly learned how to play them like a fiddle. Now a favorite, he always sits neatly and politely and has an air of nonaging adorableness. Curious yet knows his limits, everyone views him as the angel of the clan, and he plays into it well. Though it does earn him his fair share of enemies, it hardly matters to him as long as they're not above him on the social ladder. He knows how to get what he wants, and he'll use every trick in his book to get it. A total suck up, he's also sort of a rule mongerer and tends to be the stick in the mud of any group he's in. The only cat that can get him to unwind and make a bit of mischief is Ratsneer. A small gentleman, he'll write you the most beautiful poem and still loudly humble himself afterwards.
Kit