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The sea gives life and meaning to all. It is the beginning and the end, life and death, the start and the stop, where all returns and all starts. It holds the knowledge of the world in its depth. All the history, the stories, the myths float within its current. Storms spring to life, carrying the sea’s waters to the ponds and lakes, to the rivers and the creatures, spreading the tales of old across the land and collecting those of new back to the sea. It is a process of knowledge, a key element to life. And yet, many underestimate the effect it has in our lives. Seablossom understands. Her mother had been named Sealife and had given her life for her kits to be born, starting the cycle once again and giving rise to the next generation. It was a blessing and a curse to bear such knowledge at such a young age. Almondhope, Applecrisp, and Seablososm would never know their mother apart from the stories they were told. The knowledge of her life would be held dear to their hearts as they surfed the waves of their own lives. Where one life ended, three more began, each taking their own path through the waters of life back to the sea. Seablossom was the one that looked the most like their late mother. Where Sealife had seaform coloring, Seablossom has fur of frozen water. An icy white paired with her petal green eyes, she is a storm come to life upon the earth. Her life has been one whirlwind after the other. Pushing and pulling her in all directions, teaching her how to ride through the storms of life, how to handle despair, grief, happiness, longing, and love. She found self-sacrificing tendencies, loyalty to those around her, respect and honor to those before her, and wisdom to lead. She found answers and questions, concerns and worry, and much responsibility she was not sure she could handle. And yet, all treasures brought to her by the sea and its never-ending cycle of knowledge and life. Seablossom would take on the task of raising her younger siblings in her father’s place. He was not sound of mind, he was lost within the sea’s grasp and would not find land again. She bore the burden of motherhood at a young age, put off her own life to help begin and shape theirs. The loss of the tom who’d raised her, threw her into a tornado of despair and grief, of self-blame and depression, of questioning and longing for land. It was one she took far to long to crawl out of, and never full emerged from. Seablossom would from then on be clouded by depression and grief, never to escape its storm. Her worries would expand to her uncle and sister, causing her anxiety and a desire to remain firmly seated on land beside them. Seablossom could not bare to lose either of them, to lose anymore to the sea. But alas, the sea cares not for one’s desires and merely carries on how it pleases, pushing and pulling where it sees fit. Storms come and go and just like them, Walnutchime would too leave and Ivorycrown would push her away for many years before coming around again. Whirlwinds, storms, tornados, hurricanes, they come and go, brushing through her life, leaving it in despair and destruction until next time. Often, she wonders how long her life will remain in this constant push and pull? If she’ll ever escape its clutches? Would the sea ever see a time in which it could, would allow her to touch land once again, if only for a brief moment? One day the sea would pull her down into its deepest clutches and not release her. The depression would consume her, the anxiety ripple through her. And all Seablossom can do is ride the waves put before her and hope to hold on a moment longer, to see another storm. For all the knowledge in the world can not protect one from the unknown and its unpredictable tides. Mate : Crownglass [ cleaver ] Kits : None Lives : 9/9
GHOST Roleplayed by rainwhisper
Lost's cat Coalsplash goes here
*TEMPORAY DEPUTY FOR THE PLOT* Ghost's life started off particularly unhappy and tragic, the little newborn having been left only one to survive a barn collapse during a severe thunderstorm. The young cat only had his mother to raise him, and even though it didn't take long for her to run off with another tom cat and abandon her young son. She often claimed it was because he was the reason why her mate ran back into the barn in the first place to get the other siblings, when in reality his father was the only one to carry a kit out when the adults realized the building was falling. Ghost manged to carry this for many days of his life, his spirit forever haunted by the idea that someone or something made his life this way, and it was up to him to find a way to change his future. In came the days of observation.... The black tom spent many moons observing the clans, his eerie blue and brown eyes particularly spending their time to a Clan called EarthClan. Watching them struggle, their fights for survival and difficulties in the wild began giving him an idea... a massively influential idea. Many cats in this clan mentioned a group called StarClan, this group seeming to be one they honored, worshiped, and respected. What exactly stopped him from simply saying, "OH, that isn't the one you should praise." He spent many days planning out how the religion was organized, the practices they will conduct, and the deity they would worship. Most importantly, he would serve as the prophet for them all, serving as their undeniable savior from the darkest part of surviving in the wild. "Don't Worry My Children, Your Savior is Coming..." Mate : n/a Kits : n/a
FIRETOOTH Roleplayed by Gidgetjoy
Put bluntly, he has an antagonistic relationship with authority - and often he is that authority. Shoulders broad and square, hard and unforgiving eyes that aren’t often seen with a smile, he has the chiseled look of a cat in charge, but the defiant spark of a rebel against his own importance. As a kit he dreampt to be of his father's mold - a fierce and dedicated worker for his clan, that would sacrifice it all for the safety of any individual faced with injustice - and with it came a sense of destiny and greater importance. He, too, would be a commander; he would become the cat calling the shots, and he would not stand idly by and let things happen. It was with this goal at the forefront of his mind that he began his training. Firetooth worked hard to become the very best. He tussled with his siblings and hung onto every word of his father's stories; he assured himself with the powerful blood imbued in his veins. Not once did it occur to him he didn't know what he wanted. But as his apprentice ceremony drew near, everything changed: Solsticestar announced to the clan that he had been chosen to be Earthclan's newest Medicine Cat. At first, he rebelled; refusing his destiny, hating it with every fiber of his being, yet remaining anyway in order to preserve his family's honor within the clan. Eventually a situation forced him to be put on the spot; saving the life of a young cat without the guidance of his mentor. It was the moment that finally opened his eyes. For the first time, he really felt like he had found himself. He was the defender of his siblings and younger cats, striving to reach the same heights as his father, to work just as relentlessly so he could in turn help the youth of the clan. Of course, that didn’t mean he was going to change his attitude while doing it. Quick to annoy, short-tempered, bitter, sarcastic, and unapologetic, he can be near impossible to work with at times. He isn't the type of cat that can be confided in - he won't share what he's told, but he'll flat-out admit it's a dumb concern to have or a harebrained secret to keep. He strongly believes in loyalty to the clan and the warrior code, and his faith has yet to be called into question. Even when his hot-blooded temper rears its head, he wouldn't even consider striking a clanmate, only snap at them a bit. Firetooth is gruff and he would never admit it, but he cares deeply for his apprentices and the youngest members of the clan. He is a warmonger when it comes to any transgressions against them, and would not hesitate to invoke a battle between the clans if anyone mess with the members of his clan that can't defend themselves. Truth be told, Firetooth thrives in war. He is everywhere he is needed, fierce and unchanged, determined to set things right. When his blood is running, he is alive. Firetooth is a ginger tom with a white jaw and paws, and green eyes. He and his siblings, Pondberry, Ripplewish, and Airecho, were born to Breezestep and Creekghost - the daughter of two she-cats and the cursed son of a medicine cat, both with strong relations to leadership.
STARKPAW (SKY) Roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad
Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes. Hidden behind a facade of ego and sarcasm is a scared, and insecure tom that only hopes to do the right thing no matter the cost. He is not afraid to boast and brag, and at a glance he seems aloof, and playful. Using humor in even the most dire situations to cover up his own fear, It's hard to tell if he actually takes anything seriously. A futurist whose only goal is to protect his clan it's a wonder why he would would rather be a healer than spend his days fighting for his clan. The truth is, despite the brave face he puts on for his clan-mates the very idea of fighting causes him serve anxiety. At night his dreams are filled with nightmares of his clan-mates laying dead around him, and he stands there helpless to prevent it. As a way to cope with his fear and anxiety he is constantly tinkering and experimenting with methods to help heal his clan. He won't rest until he knows his clan is safe and well cared for. Never one to outright express his emotions, getting him to really open up is like pulling teeth. The harder he is on some one the more he cares for them. He isn't afraid to be blunt even to the smallest of kits. He'll tell you what you need to hear even if it hurts your feelings. A firm believer that trust is something that must be earned he's a hard one to win over but, when earned you have his undying loyalty. Break his trust and you'll never get it back.
Helps the harbringer and councils to cats emotional, spiritual, and physical needs
HEAD COUNCILOR NAME Roleplayed by USER Bio
COUNCILORS CREEKGHOST Roleplayed by Gidgetgal Have you ever met someone so down on their luck it feels like the universe just hates them? If not, then let me intoduce you to Creekghost. He is the youngest son of Blakely; the ex-medicine cat of Waterclan and ex-stratego of Toxicity. As the old clan superstition goes, if a medicine cat has kits, then those kits shall be cursed. While his sisters were granted tolerable curses such as the inability to feel fear or experience pain, Creekghost's curse was far more severe. Although by all appearences he seems like a normal, functional cat, if his body touches water in even the smallest of ways, his skin becomes covered in horrible blisters; many taking days or even weeks to heal. Even drinking used to be a painful experience to him, but by the time he was made a warrior his tongue had lost most of it's taste buds and nerve endings, leaving most prey bland and tasteless. During his youth in Waterclan his curse used to bother him; he stayed far away from the rest of his clan, believeing that he was just dead weight to a clan that thrived in the water. But his life completely changed after he met Breezestep, his future mate. Coming from an unusual background herself, she never judged him for his family's mistakes, and accepted him just the way he was. Leaving his home behind to be with her was an obvious choice, however his determination to prove himself to his new clan drove him to obsession, and he nearly lost the love of his life until the birth of their kits brought them back together. Snow-white fur and a ginger tail like fire with deep ocean-blue eyes, Creekghost is far more passive and quiet than his wife; content to follow orders and give moral support to her and their kits. However, that isn't to stay that he won't stand up for himself when push comes to shove. Threaten his home or his family, and you might start to feel like the universe hates you too.
MUDDYPELT Roleplayed by oceanix “The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles." ---- The Doctor, Season 5, Episode 12. Muddypelt was born as one of these miracles of the universe. He came into existence when twolegs decided to play with the laws of nature. Everything about his existence is impossible without the aid of Twolegs. Without the horrible experiments that his mothers endured him and his siblings wouldn’t have been born. Although those experiments had lasting effects on his mother Radon’s sight. The effects they had on Cruz gave the pair of she-cats a miracle. The effects they would have on Muddypelt would led to an eternal battle within himself. With both his biological parents being biological she-cats it made it biologically impossible for his mother Cruz to give birth to a tom kit. From the moment Muddypelt was born and took his first breath of air. His destiny has already been chosen for him. From the moment he took his first steps and was able to play with the other kits in the nursery. I was clear he was different from his sisters and most of the she-cats that graced the nursery. He started to distance himself from the other she-cats and threw himself into the middle of the rough housing and games the other tom kits played. He would come back to the nursery every night gracing a once white pelt caked in mud and whatever debris he had picked up from playing outside. When he hit apprenticehood that’s when he started to notice he was different. While all the other toms grew up and started to tower over him and show off their masculine muscular frames. He became a mixture of his mothers Cruz and Radon. He gained his height from his mother Radon and grew to be around the same height as the other toms. He also grew to have slightly broader shoulders than most of the other she-cats, but the feature that really defined him as being biologically female was the thin frame and curvy feminine hips and soft facial features that of a she-cat’s. His face gracing beautiful emerald eyes and randomly placed black spots. As he grew through his apprenticeship. He became a hard working individual providing to his clanmates that he just as good as the other toms. That he could do everything they could do and he could pull his weight just as much. He would come home every night after battle training with a new scratch needing to be patched up by a medicine cat. Or if it was hunting training he tried to out do everyone by trying to bring back the most or the largest pieces of prey. Through hardwork Muddypelt crawled his way to the top to become Deputy under Oleander. But before Oleander could receive her nine lives and name 'Oleanderstar' she vanished leaving Muddypelt to become Muddystar. Muddypelt led the clan through a drought, flood, and harsh winter until a group of rogues joined Earthclan and a she-cat by the name of Serpent overthrew him and killing majority of his young children in the process. Just like hard working is a earthclan personality trait. One of the other Earthclan traits Muddypelt embodies is his stubbornness. Once his mind is set on something it can be very hard to convince him otherwise. While Muddypelt can come off as extroverted most of the times. He does enjoy his moments of introversion where he can dream. The proud parents of one single surviving son name Delustionallove. “I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
ALSO KNOWN AS FOREBEARS Permeant queens that help raise kits and help the healers
LILYFROST roleplayed by whitemuzzle A pretty black and white she cat with blue eyes. Lilyfrost was never one for fighting. She would prefer to settle her differences with words rather than with claws. One day shortly after she became a warrior, she came across a badger within EarthClan’s territory. Being cornered between some large boulders, she had no choice but to fight. The badger got the best of her before it was chased off by some of her clanmates. While healing from her wounds, the medicine cat told her she’d live but would walk with a limp the rest of her life. This news saddened Lilyfrost because she wanted to contribute to clan life, not to retire at an early age. It was suggested to her that she move into the nursery and help the queens and kits. This pleased her to no end and she has been a very essential part of the nursery ever since.
BREEZESTEP roleplayed by cleaver Kits die. It is a tragedy of life that the young are injured, sick, mistreated, and perish — but it is an injustice that it happens so frequently in her own clan. She’s watched bullies descend on her friends, seen kits torn from their mothers far too early far too often, witnessed the brutal murder of her nieces and nephews; felt the agony of her own sons taken from her side and pressed into service before their time. No more. It was her silent vow, made in the quiet of the night as she fought back her grief for her lost sons for the sake of her remaining daughters; it is the anthem that hardens her heart. Let the kits of her clan become victims no longer. A lithe feline of grey and white patched silky fur, her slender frame has filled out since the birth of her litter, just as her green eyes have become lined from stress and exhaustion, and the black tip of her ear shorn with ivory. She was born to Radon and Cruz, two she-cats experimented on by twolegs, to a litter of four, and her brother Muddypelt became a spy then a leader, only to be overthrown with his kits taken and murdered. She recoiled at the image, horrified, especially when her own were due to be born shortly after, and prayed they would be safe from such cruelty. Her mate Creekghost was accursed, born of a medicine cat, and crossed clans to be with her, where his work drove him into obsession. She balanced in the edge, terrified of the future and desperate for the support of her distant husband, until the birth of their kits united them once more. It was not to last. Solsticestar smiled as she stole away her sons moons before they were set to be promoted, taking Pondpaw as her own apprentice and forcing the unwilling Firepaw to become a medicine cat, and Breezestep discovered there was room in heart to loathe another cat. She set out to become the protector of kits and a loud opponent to her leader, even as her son pleaded and threatened her for it. Breezestep is fierce, unapologetic, and angry. She is a sweet and kind she-cat but injustice has hardened her and she will not tolerate it anymore. Her clan is her family, she is the mother of their kits, and she will not let any more perish.
ABERRANTFOX roleplayed by aberrantfox Collected and cool. Aberrantfox is a large long haired dark misty bracken toned tabby with green eyes. Aberrantfox is all about the job. She is given a task and will not return from it until she is completely satisfied with the outcome. Born to an EarthClan warrior, Blisswing, and a WinterClan leader, Leatherstar, she has power in her blood which runs cold with her winterclan blood. Her EarthClan nature however keeps her honest and fair. No cat should be punished because a jury has been mislead. Abberantfox finds no task within the clan below her. She would work along side Apprentices knowing full well the task is intended for the good of the clan. She believes it is good for young cats to see their elder warriors doing the same work to know just because you've been promoted doesn't mean you are above any other. Even the leader can get their paws dirty occasionally. Along with this moral compass she believes those who want others to look up to them should put their cards on the table when their challenged. She believes the leader leads the battles and never stays home to let someone else fight for them. Aberrantfox respects her clan mates and does her best to include others. But despite all her good qualities Aberrantfox is not perfect. She tends to not make friends. She prefers her work over casual conversation and niceties. While she is an exceptional fighter she struggles with minor hunting skills although she will remain on the hunt until she returns will the promised prey. Aberrantfox has daddy issues and this sometimes keeps her from taking that extra step to form a loving relationship that could lead to a mate and a family. But the right tom who doesn't give up, could convince her.
AIRECHO roleplayed by paogirl18 Air is light, playful, cheery. It's vital to life, is life. It's echos voices across canyons, energy across meadows, laughter across rooms. Airecho was named first for her appearance, light gray tabby fur and cerulean eyes, but she gained her warrior name for her energy. She is an echo of life; ambitious, competitive, energetic. She's turned into the ideal warrior, perfect down to the T! A breeze of laughter and joy can be heard often out in the land, busy hunting or enjoying life. Birds are no match for this she-cat, who's light on her paws and swift like the air around her. Airecho strives to be great, to own the title of the greatest hunter in the clan, will even brag that she already is. But that greatness was delayed. Two of Airecho's siblings were promoted early, she was not one of them. It festered in her, the jealousy and hate that they had been promoted and she had not been. Where most see her as airy and light, happy. Her family, they know better. They've seen her bitter side, the side that hates the favoritism that was played. Her mother is Breezestep and father is Creekghost. Siblings in her litter are Pondberry, Firetooth, and Ripplewish.
ALMONDROSE roleplayed by komiharu A light brown tabby she-cat with pale amber eyes. Painfully shy and nervous, Almondrose suffers from a pronounced stutter that often, by her own admission, makes her a chore to interact with. Often doubting her opinions and fearing being mocked or scorns, she remains quiet when gathered with friends. Her Clanmate soften take pity on her and try include her in their conversations, but being in big groups only serves to frighten her more, and as such she says even less. Her silence is both her comfort and her prison; while it serves to protect her from the cruelty she might suffer if she did speak, it also isolates her from forming friendships, hindering her social skills further. While some regard her as pompous and having a holier-than-thou attitude, this couldn't be further from the truth; Almondrose's quiet nature stems from a critical lack of confidence, rather than narcissism. She is the daughter of Peanutblossom and Sealife.
APPLECRISP roleplayed by Oceanix A soft mousey grey tom with ginger tabby markings eyes are as sharp as a pale green apple with flecks of amber in the middle. The only son of Peanutblossom of Earthclan and Sealife of Brookclan. While his sister Almondrose is a naturally nervous and shy cat and his sister Seablossom is soft and caring. Applecrisp is a reserve tom with little sense of humor.
AVALANCHERUSH Roleplayed by Oceanix A long haired black tom streaks gray on his chest and paws. His eyes are mixture between the green color from Valhallastar and the yellow color from Volcanobird. His voice is strong and powerful, it booms when he speaks. As he grows older his voice deepens in tone. His shoulders are broad much slightly similar to his father Valhallastar but not are much as his half brother Cyprusdevise. While it was known that Valhallastar had an adopted litter Littlepaw, Wildkit, Cindershade, and Pikekit. He also had another known litter with Stratusweep - Cyprusdevise, Sakurabreeze, and Magnoliakit. But when it came to Avalancherush's litter they were the third and secret litter of Valhallastar. His litter's biological mother secretly being Volcanobird. While Avalancherush does ponder who his biological parents are and why they gave him up.
BERRYFROST Roleplayed by paogirl18 Blackberries, raspberries, blueberries. It’s what she looks like. Her fur like mashed blackberries with raspberries mixed in a tortoiseshell pattern. The blueberries are her eyes, soft and kind and yet they show her stubbornness as well. Berryfrost is small like berries are, and just as beautiful and sweet. Emotions free flowing like a river with her heart at the center, tears free to flow for anyone even those who won’t allow them. This she-cat has only the best at heart for everyone she holds dear. Some have called her a crybaby due to how emotional she can be over things, but she pays them no mind. They can never understand how empathetic of a cat she is. Anxiety has seized her heart in a frosty grip many times, but she prevails time and again. Berryfrost won’t allow her worries to stop her from serving her clan to the bets of her abilities. While she may not stand up for herself often, Berryfrost is determined to do so for others. Its what has always motivated her to be the best warrior she can be for her clan. Where mother nature helps the earth grew, StarClan has been her saving grace. She tells their ancestors of all her worries, hopes, fears, and dreams. Each one precious to her and yet in their hands, for if StarClan wills it, it will be done. Berryfrost’s heart is devoted to StarClan and believes they know best. BRACKENHAWK Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 Brackenhawk is a brown tabby with dark brown stripes, white paws, and blue eyes. He has a scar on his nose from a tussle he had with a hawk, hence his name. He is a soft and understanding cat but can be fierce in battle. This kind hearted tom is also very charming and outgoing. He loves kits and would one day like to have some of his own.
CEDARBERRY Roleplayed by Rainwhisper A blue-eyed cream colored tom with a darker brown face, ears, paws and tail. A notable tree climber, this tom has a tendency to keep to his forest trees and appear aloof towards others in the clan. Many assume this is because of his origin as a kittypet; however he's simply always preferred to keep to himself. Should someone take the time to get to know him, he's often very eager to get to know someone in return and very quick to befriend. He never spent much time with other cats when he was young, and joined the clan as an apprentice when he was found wandering alone in the middle of leafbare half-starved. His skills are in bird hunting and he has plenty of knowledge of twoleg place and how to nurture and cultivate catnip even during the harshest weather.
CELESTIALGLOW roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 Celestialglow is a hard headed and strong willed sandy tabby she-cat with green eyes. Free spirited and confident, this particular feline is not easily controlled. Though her loyalty lies with Earthclan, this she-cat loves to explore and test her boundaries. Be careful when you come across this firey tempered cat. You may just get your ears torn off.
COALSPLASH *deputy* roleplayed by lost Coalsplash is a small, quirky tom with a light, white colored pelt. On his fur are a few patches of a light cream color, and the end of his tail is made up of rings that run from a faint silver to a dark, ash gray at the tip. There is a single black streak on his face, just between his eyes. He is definitely a cute little thing with pale blue eyes that are the color of the morning sky. Coalsplash is definitely a character; most of the time he is quirky and fun. The best word to describe him would be ‘silly’. He likes to joke around and play innocent pranks – he strays from hurting others. Compared to other males, Coalsplash is actually much more feminine; he is slender and soft, not much of a fighter unless he is forced into it. He’d rather have friends than enemies, and prefers to try to get on cats’ good sides at the get go. He enjoys making others smile but the jokes he tells often seem to be more for himself because he winds up laughing at his own humor. Often times, when Coalsplash is in a mood, he can be very sarcastic and snappish, although sometimes wolves tend to think that he is just playing around with him and laugh away what would have been offensive under normal circumstances. This usually is enough to put him in a better mood. Despite how happy and silly he seems at times, Coalsplash is very cynical when it comes to things like love and ghosts, even if they are right in front of his eyes. He has an odd way of making even the darkest and depressed cats smile with his toothy grin and bright eyes. Coalsplash is a wonderful goofball. Warrior
CROWNGLASS Roleplayed by Cleaver His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes. CUTTHROAT Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle Cuththroat has a handsome auburn coat with medium length fur. He sports a narrow muzzle, tall ears, and green eyes. If it wasn't for his white bib he'd look like the spitting image of his father, Copperthroat. Cutthroat is fierce in battle, some would say even reckless. He has an intensity that makes him a very tough adversary. He won't give up or back down which someday might prove to be his undoing. He is a very loyal cat to his family, friends and especially his clan, EarthClan.
DORSALRAY roleplayed by Cleaver Like his father, a short and lean white tom but with a higher grade of black markings, and his mother's leafy green optics. Proud and loyal, he is a very good warrior and serves his clan well, but is also very outspoken and critical. He is the investigator, and if he arrives on a scene of trouble, he is just as likely to join the perpetrator as he is to aid the victim.
EARTHWALKER roleplayed by Oceanix She came into this world roaring like a lion. From birth, it was clear to her parents Stormstar, Suicidestar, and Abstract-thought that she was different. Her fur was the color of ivory snow while what should have normal tabby markings like her father Stormstar. brother Sleetkit, and sister Stormkit. But she gained the rare gift of Moscow mutated markings that added to her unique image. Another factor was her front paw that is notably twisted backwards. Not letting her handicap slow her. She learned to leap, run, and do everything on three legs. As she grew older she ignored the strange looks she got from others. She is outspoken and is willing to go against the grain.
IVORYCROWN roleplayed by paogirl18 She's named for her fur being as white as ivory snow encircled with crowns of grey that start at the top of her cheeks and run till the tip of her tail. Ivorycrown possesses her father's eyes, amber gold and filled with pride. Anger finds her easily, filling her small body to the brim until she implodes. She cares not as to who or what she destroys in her wake only that she can be heard. After all, she's a noble by the MoonClan blood running through her veins. Her words are dangerous, just as her claws are sharp and her heart filled with pride. Ivorycrown is the product of a prideful and enraged tom named Peanutblossom, and a noble and an outcast she-cat named Ravencrypt. Her parents have never been true mates, only flings for times here and there, frustrating the she-cat to no end. She sees no point in doing anything half-heartedly or by chance. If there's no chance of a benefit for her she sees no point in participating in the activity. Its situations like her parents that drive her to frustration induced sarcasm, though that's partially all she speaks in as it is. Ivorycrown was raised by her older half sister Seablossom along with Starkwind. Starkwind, Somberwolf, Wofdance and her were all from the same litter but only her and Wolfdance are Peanutblossom's, Starkwind and Somberwolf are Shivershorud's kits. Due to a mix up, Starwind and her ended up in her father's possession and raised by Seablossom, who at the time was only an apprentice. Seablossom put her training to be a warrior and her life on hold in order to raise the two of them and for that Ivorycrown will always hold the she-cat to a higher light than any other cat, especially her parents.
LOVECRAFT roleplayed by Cadence A vixen hiding in the darkest crevices of your mind, her laughter echoing within your head, nothing short of incredible and inviting; she has totally captivated your heart, and soon, your soul. She's the damsel in distress, the pretty girl with starlit eyes and a soft pout. Grey colored fur with dapples of cream splashed against her pelt gives her a unique look, with eyes the color of stormy blue oceans, the waves crashing together endlessly in a swirl of turmoil and yet, beauty. She's poetic with her words, gifted at pulling in those even with the coldest of hearts, whispering sweet nothings into their fur as she caresses them close, breaking them down and exposing their core to her. She cradles it and holds it dearly, and although she might seem shes totally in love with them, too - she's truly not. She learns everything about them and gets to know every little habit of theirs, and little by little, she begins to crush them. She uses their own selves against them and turns them insecure, naive and weak, and then at their lowest point, she leaves. "It's not you, it's me," She explains every time, a small tear running down her cheek, "I feel as if I changed, and I need to get back to my old self. I'm sorry." And with that, she is gone. She never targets those within her Clan, oh no; she knows better than to do that. Instead, she targets loners and rogues, and sometimes even other clan cats, and seduces them into loving her endlessly. It's her favorite game. Originally named Diesdrè, Lovecraft grew up to a tyrant of a father who had stolen her away from her mother and siblings. Feynvul, was her father's name. He was truly despicable, always pushing Lovecraft over the edge with each and every test he would force her to do. He was training her ever since she could remember, for if she should "ever be on her own", she needs to fend for herself. She partly understood why her father did this and part of her did love him, but the other part hated him and yearned to see him burn. Eventually, the two move to SpringClan, following a band of rogues who had taken over. They lived there for a little bit, under the brutal rule of Cicero. During that time, Lovecraft met a tom by the name of Roaringsun, and there were instantly sparks. At first, she thought it would only be a one-time thing - she was a wanderess, an echantress at that, and he was just another tom. A couple moons passed, and Lovecraft was showing all of the symptoms of pregnancy, and it was later confirmed by SpringClan's medicine cat. Right after she had found out the news, the rogues had begun to move onto another clan, where they would further cause hell. Instead of following them, Lovecraft escaped from her father Feynvul and found herself in WinterClan territory. As she neared her birth, Roaringsun had taken her in and helped her through the pregnancy; there, in WinterClan, she gave birth. She allowed Roaringsun to keep three of their kits; Melodybreeze, Dreamingbird, and Snowsong. Lovecraft, in turn, held onto four; Cillian, Blakely, Sorcha, and Aisling. They moved to Renegade Regime, where Lovecraft had quickly climbed the ranks to Chaman. There, she had Roaringsun join her, along with their kit Dreamingbird. She gave birth to a second litter of kits shortly after, their names being Viserion, Rhaegal, Drogon, Caitlin, and Róisín. When her second litter grew to three moons, something within Lovecraft snapped. She fleed away from Renegade Regime under the cover of night, and as the idea of a new adventure stung her veins, she leapt with joy. She knew the consequences of her actions, but you can only hold a wanderess down for so long. She thought her adventure had just started, but, it took her in a different path, one of permanent residence. She found EarthClan, a clan like none before, one that intrigued her mind. There, she found her peace, her happiness, for she thrived brilliantly. Part of her wants to track down her kits and bring them back with her, while the other part is afraid of what they might say. She is determined, though, that someday, she will reconnect with her family.
MISTYWATERS roleplayed by dualwielding You wouldn't look at a cat like Mistywaters and think the word, "warrior." Maybe he isn't the type of cat that you would choose first to dictate a clan, lead you into battle and decide your every move. His build is tiny and almost feminine, and his sleek fur pressing tightly to his frame doesn't help him forge muscle. Actually, he could be considered rather cute, in a way you could just scoop him up and take him home with you. He is a pretty tortoiseshell-and-white, a very rare fur pattern for a tom to have. He has a black mask, white muzzle and tux, and the rest of his body is splashed with creamy ginger, black and brown. It's no secret that toms with these traits have lower, if no chance to bare kittens. Luckily, it wasn't exactly on Mistywaters' to-do list. The emotion in his eyes are fathoms deep, yet they carry warmth and life, like fire in water, if you can imagine such a thing. They have a thousand hues of light blue and a small touch of hazel radiating in softly swooping arcs. His eyes are almost cloudy, giving away his failing vision. Inwardly, he feels his difficulty to see corresponds with his small figure, but his shortsightedness doesn't keep him from getting around. While others rely largely on their eyes, he has his ears and whiskers to help guide his step. Maybe he isn't a good warrior due to physical might or ability to see, but his intellect. Though it may not be a popular belief, it's not all about strength to be a warrior. Without a good head on your shoulders, how will you succeed in life? Mistywaters believes in intelligence and quick thinking. He plans on doing whatever it takes in his power to help his clan go in the right direction. Even if he can't overpower a larger enemy in a fight, he puts himself to use in other ways, quickly thinking up ways to outsmart his foes. If it's necessary, he will sacrifice himself, though he would use head on battling as a last resort. Mistywaters desires peace, and his voice may help accomplish just that.
NOXIOUSINJECTION Roleplayed by Oceanix Second youngest in her litter and the only other she-cat in her litter besides her sister Illustratioustriumph. Will she has vague foggy memories stemming from the time before she lived in Earthclan. The she-cat that birthed her and abandoned her is no mother in Noxiousinjection’s eyes. Solsticestar is the only cat that Noxciousinjection will ever consider as her mother. She looks like all of her brothers by having a pure black pelt but the one feature that sets
ROOKBACK roleplayed by GidgetGal A mystery wrapped in an enigma hidden under a pretty face; that's the core of who this cat is. At face value, Rookback is an impressive looking tom: a slender yet well-built figure, perfectly shaped for chasing fast prey. His pelt is sleek and short pitch-black fur, with two silver stripes that run along the course of his back like a pair of wings, from which his warrior name was derived. Even more impressive are his eyes, a striking cobalt blue that stands out even when his pelt blends in with the night. Rookback is an affable tom, generally kind to others and disliking of conflict; always carrying a rational and level-headed demeanor even in the most stressful situations. The mystery of Rook, however, lies in his origins. He stands as the one the newest members of the Shadow Walkers, joining only a few short moons before they came to Earthclan. When they discovered him, he only gave his name and claimed that he was on a journey, searching for something important to him. His determination and skill impressed them, and they let him join, though no one since that day has ever managed to get him to talk about where he came from. Whether he has managed to find what he was searching for or not, he Rookback seems at home in Earthclan, and is more at peace than his acquaintances have ever seen him. Perhaps he did find it after all.
SILENTDAWN roleplayed by goldcrest He was sworn into silence from a past he prefers not to think about. For most of his young life he had lived alone with his father, a tom who spoke few words and advocated survival of the fittest, until he was brought to the city and left there. He found his own way to survive, facing the wrath of angry ally-cats, stray dogs, and twolegs who didn’t take kindly to thieving strays. All the while trying to stay as unnoticed as possible. He didn’t speak, didn’t really have a proper grasp on language until he joined EarthClan. He lived—survived—as long as he could in the city, but set out for something better. A Clan. He travelled for a bit, not completely sure how to catch wild prey, and came across EarthClan. He didn’t feel like he fit in, a sense of detachment from everyone else, but he didn’t want to leave. At first, he didn’t understand much at all, but slowly he caught on.
STALKERJAW Roleplayed by GidgetGal A scarred light grey tom with lighter spots along his back and deep, dark yellow eyes. At first glance, Stalkerjaw doesn't seem to have much of a personality to speak of; he prefers to talk with his actions rather than with pointless words. When he does emote, it's just a blunt sentence or two in a gruff voice, gravelly from un-use. A tom of pure muscle and teeth, fighting is his calling in life; he is truly in his element when on the battlefield, and once he sets his sights on an enemy, he will never give up until they can't fight anymore. To most cats, he doesn't appear to care much about companionship or even his own clanmates. He simply acknowledges their existence and follows the orders that he is given without argument. However, those who are brave enough to actually get close to him find to their surprise an entirely different cat; a loyal companion with a bright sense of humor and a reasonable, albeit impulsive head on his shoulders. He exhibits an almost unusual softness around kits, and carries the protective nature of a cat who would willingly lay down his life for those he cares about. Though whether his clanmates see him as a battle-hungry beast or a true friend, he doesn't particularly care. He's not the kind of cat to change his nature for anyone.
STONEFANG roleplayed by Whitemuzzle A sandy colored tabby starting at his head and then gradually blending brown through his body. A white spot of fur the size of a toe pad rests between his azure eyes. Stonefang is a serious cat and looks at life in an in-depth way. Nothing is insignificant or minor. Every matter must be weighed carefully. He has a few friends and he loves his clan very much. Stonefang is an excellent fighter and an average hunter. His father was Fireleaves and his mother was Sandstone.
TOADSTREAM Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 A sweet and goofy tortoiseshell tom with light green eyes. He is a bit clumsy but awfully cute and funny. Always ready to bring a smile to anyone. This kit-hearted tom is an all around great cat to be around.
AMBERPAW / BIRD Roleplayed by paogirl18 Birds are free to explore the sky, to make their way through life as they please, and too shine as bright as any color of the rainbow. Amberbird is the exact opposite. He is sheltered, protected, and restricted. Part of it is his fault, the other his eldest sister’s. Amberbird was always shy and quiet as a kit, the smallest of his litter, and the last to do anything. He’d always preferred to sit back and allow everyone else to do things first. Landbound and unwilling to leave the nest to try to fly on his own. The first to cry, to hide, and to run to Seablossom for help. He always hated bothering his sister; she was stressed enough with being the newly appointed deputy, eldest sister and surrogate mother to two litters, and grieving for their father. She handled it poorly, but as well as anyone could expect of her. Amberbird’s litter was given to her only a few short weeks after their father’s death, a cat they would only know by name and through stories. He felt like a burden on his sister. Even at such a young age, he understood the stress he was giving her just for existing and tried to stay out of the way as much as possible or apologize when he was around even if he hadn’t done anything. Somedays, it seems like “sorry” is all he knows how to say, was probably his first word too. Sorry for being born, sorry for being a bother, sorry for breaking this or that, sorry. Amberbird can’t help apologizing or his stutter or his clumsy nature. It’s just who he is. A bird with broken wings, confined to the ground by his own choice. He fears the sky, the possibilities before him, and far too sensitive to even think of trying to leave the nest. Even as a warrior, he goes running to Seablososm any time something goes wrong with tears in his sharp, amber gold eyes and a cry on his lips. Amberbird is passive and won’t fight if he can help it; not even among his siblings or verbally against anyone. It led to Ivorypaw—his sister who is now known as Ivorycrown—pushing him around a lot when they were younger. She’d hated his litter, hated Seablossom at the time too. He didn’t understand why. Amberbird was always too scared to ask, still is but things changed when he was an apprentice. Ivorycrown had protected him from another cat bullying him, then turned around and informed him that only she was allowed to pick on him. But she’d been nicer from then out, not as rude and hateful. Amberbird was her brother, shy nervous, stuttering mess but hers and she wasn’t sharing! He didn’t feel so hated anymore and could find himself running to her just as often as he did Seablossom in times of trouble, though Ivorycrown wouldn’t always comfort him if he was crying. His own litter struggles to handle the fragile bird. Some of them get aggravated with his submissive nature, but he can’t help it and always ends up apologizing when it happens much to their frustration. Most birds take to the sky first chance they get, yet here he stays bound to the ground and unwilling to leave. The dark, storm grey tom is close with his siblings; always stuck to one of their sides since they were kits, whether they want him to be or not least they have to listen to him apologize or cry. Amberbird especially holds onto Seablossom like a mother figure, stuck to her side and unwilling to leave. It frustrates everyone, but the she-cat has never had the heart to tell the little bird to fly off. Freedom is not something he seeks, no Amberbird is perfectly fine with being landbound and never exploring beyond his home. Mentored by : Earthwalker [ oceanix ]
DEERPAW / FLOWER Roleplayed by paogirl18 Sandy brown fur, lighter at her head and darkening as it makes it way down her body. Tabby markings cover her from head to toe, helping to blend her sandy fur brown as it goes. The white spot between her eyes is like that of a flower blooming, covering parts of her eyes as the petals take form. Deerflower looks so much like her father that most would think she was his spitting image, but her eyes, her eyes come from her mother. Blueberry blue stand out against her sandy-brown pelt. She looks like a desert cat, easily able to blend in with the sand, and yet she finds herself at home here in the forest. Her heart truly belongs to the clan she calls home. Rarely can this she-cat be found inside the camp, but out exploring or admiring the territory she calls home. Finding beauty in all that is before her. Her heart is kind and yet stubborn and wild. Many of times her wild heart that longed to be embraced within the forest's hold, has brought her mother to her knees. The worry she causes Berryfrost is nothing she is proud of, but it has yet to stop the she-cat especially when her own mother is the one that sees her off. Her adventures are encouraged, greatly by the prey, she always manages to bring back. Where her father, Stonefang, is an excellent fighter, Deerflower has found her peace with hunting. A smile can always be found her on her face, especially when she's with her family. She holds each of them close to her heart and makes sure each of them feels loved. Whether it's sitting and talking with Quailchaser, or out for a stroll with Toadstream, or spending time with her parents, Deerflower wants them all to know she loves them and accepts them for who they are no matter who that may be. Mentored by : Currently Pregnant So No Mentor
FROSTPAW / FANG Roleplayed by oceanix Fluffy light grey tabby she-cat with white paws and white belly and bright green eyes. She is the oldest of her litter and makes it her job to try and boss her siblings and any other kittens in the nursery around. She looks up to her older siblings as sort of role models. Even if she doesn’t tend to follow their instructions. Mentored by : Coalsplash [ lost ]
GRAYPAW / SKY roleplayed by lost When a cool breeze sends the trees swaying violently and the sun is slowly swallowed by dark clouds, that is when you know that Graysky is around. Graysky is a tom of medium size, though beneath his longer coat, he is lithe and lean. His fur is a mixture of grays and browns, marked with tabby stripes. His muzzle, chest, and two front paws are marked with white, and a set of deep blue eyes can always be found watching and waiting. Since kithood, Graysky has always been more on the quieter side, though don’t believe that it means he is peaceful, lazy, or mute. Graysky is an observer, he watches before he makes any move, always prowling through life as though on a hunt. He believes that impulsiveness is synonymous with death. Just as he comes in quietly and without warning, Graysky is as wild and as fierce as the storm that follows. He is an incredible fighter, his blows powerful and his paws quick. He is a warrior through and through, the first to step forward to defend his clan. Graysky was raised from kithood by his elder sister, Seablossom, after their father died. He has always been grateful to her, and to EarthClan, for making him into a fine warrior. He is protective over his siblings, and though he does not speak with them much, you can find him lying quietly beside them on sunny afternoons or sharing prey when he is hungry. Graysky does enjoy having fun from time to time, especially having mock fights and exploring, although he is a tough shell to crack, as he’d rather have fun on his own. Nothing led to Graysky’s mistrust in others; he moves as a shadow and sees both sides to every face, and knows that not everyone can be trusted. Mentored by : Cutthroat [ whitemuzzle ]
PONDPAW / BERRY Roleplayed by Cleaver A surprisingly transient and clever tomcat, Pondberry is popular and gets along with most all cats in the clan. As soon as he gets a read on another, he adopts a front he believes will work best with them: affable and charming, respectful and quiet, mischievous and rebellious. Other young kits looked up to him for a time, seeing how easily he made friends, and it seemed a charmed life. But Pondberry’s shifting personalities are nothing but facades; he isn’t how he acts, and on the inside he has never grown up from a timid and upset kitten. Even as praise rains down on him, he can’t help but think of his father—Creekghost, former Mudlark Commander, who has made this desolate soul deep ignored, unimportant, and even forgotten. He wants only for attention, but his father didn’t provide enough, so he turned to everyone else; and when other cats still could not fill that void completely, he found support in an unexpected place. The Dark Forest became his family, accepting him when no one else would, and they lavished attention on him. His oh-so-special brother Firetooth became a medicine cat apprentice, and accordingly, his dark family bred hatred from his jealousy until Pondberry loathed his sibling. His mother, Breezestep, was no longer his ally; his siblings Ripplewish and Airecho fared no better. The small fireball grew unholy and bitter, but he kept up impressions, even as his care for petty problems faded and dissipated. A slightly undersized ginger-and-white tomcat with green eyes, when he smiles he looks fairly harmless and cute - but when he doesn’t want to look cute, he doesn’t. Slender as a shadow with narrow, dark eyes that stalks low and deliberate, his threatening movements convey something entirely new: he is not to be taken lightly. Mentored by : Cedarberry [ rainwhisper ]
WILDPAW / HAWK Roleplayed by ViOLET Wildhawk is a feisty brown tabby with black stripes on her face gradually changing to dark brown down her sides and back. She has a quick temper that can often times get her in trouble. When she gets angry, her amber eyes seem to burn with fire. She is the last of a litter of four kits born to a mother outside of EarthClan. She resents the fact that her mother didn’t love her enough to keep her herself. Instead, she and her littermates were dumped off in their father’s clan and were left to be raised by an older sister. Having seen what disloyalty and a lack of love brings to a family, she vowed at an early age not to be like either her father who never cared for his family or her mother who abandoned her. Instead, Wildhawk promised herself she’d love her mate and kits (when she is blessed with a family) with all her heart so that she’d have someone who would love her back. Mother – Duststorm (SummerClan), Father - Peanutblossom (deceased), siblings from this litter – Frostfang, Graysky, Amberbird. [Created by Whitemuzzle] Mentored by : Celestialglow [ Spot ]
BERRYFROST-----THREAD see warriors Kits: Poppykit, Sandkit, Frostedkit, and Desertkit Mate: Stonefang
DEERPAW ─── THREAD
see apprentices
Kits: expecting
Mate / Partner: Morningpaw of WinterClan
LILYFROST ----- THREAD see preceptors Kits: Expecting Mate / Partner:
BROWNKIT / DUSK roleplayed by Owlets Browndusk was named for his pelt, white-grey-brown pelt with forest green eyes. He is a brown-furred; calm; practical; run-of-the-mill, Calm; and natural-leader. A tom who gives his entire life to his Clan. His Mother was an Ex-Rogue leader who fell in love with an EarthClan tom. She moved to EarthClan to be with her mate. Not long after that, she became pregnant. A few months later on July/7/2019, Browndusk was born. He was born at midnight. When the moon hit his pelt it showed brown, so his Mother named him Brownkit. His mother died shortly after naming her son and his father died the day after. His father died when hunting prey. He was about to jump on a mouse when a tree fell on top of him breaking his back and crushing his lungs. After that, Browndusk was raised by the Clan. He puts his whole life into protecting his home and would gladly give his life or freedom to protect it. He is always trying to plan ahead, devise plans and alternatives. He has no desire to have a mate or kits but if it happens, it does, he will be the best mate and Father that he can be. If he is chosen to lead, he plans it out, thinks of all outcomes and then executes the plan out. He is happy to be just a warrior, but if given the opportunity for a higher role, he will gladly take it as an honor and do his very best.
COUGARKIT / COUGH roleplayed by goldcrest He was just a whisper in the rain, unnoticed above the howling wind until two she-cats stumbled upon him and his brothers. After he had been taken in, he had grown only a bit, still the weak little kit he was back then. He was the weakest, the sickest of the bunch, and it seemed he couldn't go a day without being plagued by something. It had worked its way into his mental well-being, even though he tried his hardest to stay more on the optimistic side, the wave of self-loathing and doubt settled itself upon his consciousness and he was never able to get rid of it. He tried and tried for most of his apprenticeship, but after a while he just accepted it. He wouldn't get better. He stopped trying. He had let himself go, the reddish-brown pelt, sleek for a time, was knotted a messy, his eyes, bright green, where duller. Of course, he kept most of it to himself, terrified that if he shared his weaknesses everyone would leave him. He cares a lot for others, much more than himself, and is incredibly loyal.
DANDELIONKIT / TUFT roleplayed by lost Weeds, though not always wanted, grow strong and steady through drought, flood, and being ripped from the ground, their roots always holding on. Weeds, though not always beautiful, can be, just like the bright, yellow dandelion when it dots meadows and fields. Dandeliontuft is a beautiful she-cat. She has long, golden tabby fur with a white chest, paws, and the tip of her feathered tail. Her eyes are a chestnut brown, warm and golden like the sunlight. Dandeliontuft, though beautiful and strong, suffers greatly from her own anxiety. She often lets her fur gather clumps, or goes days without eating. She worries about anything and everything, making sleep hard to come by and when she does sleep, she is plagued by nightmares. Dandeliontuft does her best to keep these problems to herself, suffering silently; but like a weed, she always comes back stronger. Outwardly, she is as warm as the sun that her fur reflects. She is kind, soft-spoken, and is always trying to take care of others, likely because she feels like she cannot take care of herself. When she can hardly get herself out of her next in the mornings, the mewling of a kit or the voice of an elder can stir her soul and remind her that life is worth living, and that it is not as bad as it always seems.
DESERTKIT / ROSE roleplayed by Spiderheart Desertrose is a warm sandy orange and white she-cat with red undertones along her pelt that become more prominent tabby stripes on her face and around her ears. Her eyes are pools of green that stand out distinctly against her orange colored coat. Desertrose is an excellent hunter, being swift and agile on her paws, but it is battle where this little feline truly excels. Her diminutive form is underestimated quite often, and she uses this assumption to her advantage, taking cats much larger than her by surprise with a stunning ferocity and showcase of skill and strategy. Desertrose is a courageous cat. She is not afraid to leap into danger, or stand up to any cat who tries to put her or her family down. Desertrose loves to go off exploring simply wandering through the territory, feeling the fresh earth beneath her paws, she often does this when she is feeling overwhelmed or cannot find sleep. She is a very fair feline, believing in justice, and being loyal to the truth, and what is right. Desertrose does not like liars, in any shape or form, and believes that every cat should be truthful no matter the situation. She will not stand by and let a cat not deserving of it get punished in another cats place due to lies or cowardice if she can help it. She can be a bit self-sacrificing, in this regard, because she will stand in their place instead of letting another receive that punishment. Desertrose is a noble, and compassionate cat. She cannot simply stand by while another is in pain or injured in some way, she always lends a helping paw. This sometimes gets her into trouble if who she is helping is not in EarthClan, but Desertrose has a sense of righteousness that cannot be ignored. She is always ready provide a cat a shoulder to lean on or words of encouragement when they are upset or feeling down, her ears will always be open to listen if anyone needs an unbiased cat to talk to about their problems. Despite her unending desire to help Desertrose has quite the temper when roused, she rarely acts upon her anger holding it in and pushing it down, on the rare occasion her temper does get the best of her it is usually when someone in her family has been hurt or bullied. Desertrose overall is a calm and understanding she-cat, her sweet nature making it easy for her to get along with so long as you do not betray her or her kin. She was born to Berryfrost and Stonefang along with her littermates, Sandberries, Poppyblush and Frostedblackberries. She also has older siblings from her parents first litter, Deerflower, Quailchaser and Toadstream.
ICEKIT / KING
roleplayed by lost
One thing is clear when you meet this tom: he was born fit for royalty. Iceking lives up to his name — a warrior who is brave, wise, and a mind for all. He doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. Iceking is a large tom with fur as white as snow, save his entirely black tail and the patches of black on his right ear and above his right eye. His eyes are a dazzling, crystal clear blue. He was born to Lilyfrost of EarthClan, and a loner called Night. Iceking cares little for his father and acts as though his real father was a brave EarthClan warrior that died protecting his clan, because he can’t believe that his blood is at all tainted by a cat who is not of EarthClan. As a kit, Iceking was always a leader, and still to this day he has a hard time loosening the reigns and letting others be in charge of him, save his leader and deputy. He is quite boisterous, loud, and always has to get a word in, whatever the topic. It’s rare that he will admit he is wrong, though the tom is quite wise beyond his years. He learns from the mistakes over others. Iceking is, at times, cunning and manipulative, as he always likes to get his way. Truly, he would never harm a hair on a single one of his clan mates — his passion for his clan is more of an obsession. Iceking cared little for learning to hunt as an apprentice and put all of his energy into battle, so he is not very good at providing sustenance for the clan aside from what little instincts he has, however he fights with the might of five warriors. He can be brave, chivalrous, and strong like the best of them, but at times it may seem that he is as cold and calculating as his name suggests he might be.
MUDKIT / STONE roleplayed by Spiderheart Mudstone like his mother is a brown tabby though his short pelt holds a darker color, his eyes a dull blue in contrast. Mudstone is a straightforward tom, he never hides his emotions and speaks his mind openly. He feels he should not have to hold himself back, finding it unhealthy to hide behind walls he is not afraid to be truthful in any situation though this often causes trouble for him as he cannot always control his emotions well. Mudstone was born to Deerflower and Morningpaw who at the time were both apprentices, that in itself caused its own issues though the tom never knew his father; he held an unrequited rage toward the tom for abandoning his family. He swore that if there came a day when he should come face to face with his so called father he would show him no mercy for the pain he put his mother through. Mudstone is very family oriented, he cares deeply for his sister and mother as well as his grandparents who always made sure they were loved and cared for. Despite the circumstances of his birth Mudstone is for the most part friendly, he trusts where it is earned and is protective of those he cares for in an almost overwhelming way. He cannot stand to see his family hurting for any reason, betraying them is the best way to lose his friendship and gain yourself an enemy. Less so but all the same he is not a fan of seeing any cat being mistreated, he often finds himself standing up for those who are unable or unwilling to defend themselves.
PANTHERKIT / STRIKE roleplayed by Trouvaille A large dark brown tom, one whose furs under pale light seem almost black. It is only in the direct sunlight that the brown that it really is. His eyes are faint ivy. Pantherstrike is an incredibly muscular tom, which, added to his large frame, can make him look very threatening. This, perhaps, is not aided by the fact that his face is perpetually pulled into an expression that appears unamused. His muscles and his ability to focus very intensely provides that he is a strong feline, one stronger than most. However, he is not invincible. Even the strength of a panther has limitations, and his comes in that he often pushes himself past the point of breaking. He is an incredibly protective tom, one whose morals tend to go off the wayside if those he loves are in danger. He is a cat of instinct, believing that his gut will never lead him wrong. Pantherstrike is the brother to Tigersoul and Cougarcough.
POPPYKIT / BLUSH roleplayed by Oceanix The second youngest of her litter and the youngest daughter of Berryfrost and Stonefang. Family has been a big part of Poppyblush's life since day one. Even while it was a bit chaotic at times. She always knew where to go if she has a problem. While it could be one of her own litter names Desertrose, Sandberries, Frostedblackberries or one of her older siblings Deerflower, Quailchaser, or Toadstream. She is the most brightly colored one of her litter mates. Her fiery orange tabby fur with the soft dusting of darker red fur on her face looks like she is always blushing. While her bright azure eyes stand out against her brightly colored fur.
REDKIT / CEDAR Roleplayed by Banksiana Redcedar is a small cat with rusty orange fur. Her fur constantly appears unkempt but in reality some of her fur is smooth and streamline, while the rest has a tendency to stick straight up. She is calm and willing to go with the flow for the most part. Tolerant of just about anything, she remains constantly unbothered. She enjoys climbing trees, sunbathing, and just hanging about. She hopes to one day be a strong, respected warrior but, for now, is content exploring around discovering new things. She does not know her family but she her go-with-the-flow attitude allows her to cope with this mystery.
SANDKIT / BERRIES roleplayed by Whitemuzzle A light sandy brown she cat with beautiful blue-green eyes. You can almost say her fur is cream colored. She has a small white bib on her chest and the tip of her tail is white as well. She was named after both her mother, Berryfrost and her grandmother, Sandstone on her father’s side. Sandberries is a fun-loving cat who looks for adventure anywhere she goes. But sometimes that can spell trouble for her because her adventures can easily turn into misadventures. Overall, she means well and doesn’t want to cause harm to anyone. Sandberries is a good-hearted cat who’s loyal to EarthClan. Her mother is Berryfrost and father is Stonefang. Her litter mates are – Desertrose, Poppyblush, and Frostedblackberries. She also has three older siblings from a previous litter - Deerflower, Quailchaser, and Toadstream.
TIGERKIT / SOUL roleplayed by FlippingFishNoodles Tigersoul is an orange and black tabby tom with piercing yellow eyes. Despite being strong willed and stubborn, he has a fairly easy-going personality. Making friends never came as much of a challenge for his outgoing personality often caught the attention of other cats. However, no one should ever mistake his kindness for weakness. He strives to be a fierce warrior of Earthclan while having an overly protective urge to keep his clanmates safe. Although he is quite a friendly character, his back story wasn't something one would envy. He was found abandoned on Earthclan territory with his other siblings, Pantherstrike and Cougarcough. Fortunately, Ivycrown, had taken the kits in to raise them as her own.
ACORNCLOUD roleplayed by paogirl18 Acorncloud was once a warrior of EarthClan, now he's an elder who spends his days telling stories and gossiping with the others. His tuxedo fur is short and corse to the touch, but his heart is soft and kind. Even though he is old and spends his days stuck in camp from arthritis, this green eyed tom still lives his life to the fullest. He's stuck in the elders den with his sister Daisyfeather, and he'll complain about it but in truth, he loves her dearly. Though she does spend most of the days complaining, and complaining, and complaining.
DAISYFEATHER roleplayed by paogirl18 Sister to Acorncloud, this long haired calico is nothing like the kind and joyful tom. She's grumpy and mean, constantly complaining about this and that. Most wouldn't think they're related because of their difference in personality, but it's the green eyes that are so like and that link the two. Where he lives life to the fullest, she's complained and struggled through. Her life wasn't any easier than most warriors, but she'll tell you only about the bad stuff when asked, just so she can complain.
