Dawnmist — Spiderheart
Dawnmist is a light brown she-cat with a mixture of black stripes and leopard like spots along her body, she has white on her muzzle and underbelly. Her eyes are a shocking contrast of blue against her pelt. Dawnmist is an arrogant she-cat, she thinks highly of herself both in looks and ability and she is not afraid to let every cat know it. She will often times strut around camp bragging about herself to any cat she can, it is never ending and any cats to disagree with her are quickly rewarded with her bad temper. Dawnmist is quite possibly one of the easiest cats to upset, it does not take much to get yourself on her bad side and once you are there expect to stay there. She does not forgive. One sure fire way to truly anger Dewmist is by ignoring her, she cannot stand when she is not given the attention she wants. Due to her temper and self-riotous ways she does not have many friends, though she looks at it as those you do not like her are not deserving of her friendship she reserves that title for only certain cats. Dawnmist was ruined by her mother, spoiled since birth until the she-cat passed away. Dawnmist was the only kit in her litter to survive causing her mother to take special care of her, she never yelled at her or scolded her for anything and because of that Dawnmist sees no issue with the way she acts.
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KHAALIDA — cadence
She is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red. She is the enchantress of the darkness, the mistress of evil; she is hell personified. With long fur billowing down in waves of onyx and two sharp orange eyes with a red ring encircling her pupil, she is ethereal. She captivates those with her charms, yet pushes them away with her cold exterior. Her name is Khaalida, meaning deathless; immortal. She grew up in a harsh environment. She was born into the Northern Kingdom, a place where lady death lays in wait around every corner. A kingdom of plagues, famines, and failed uprisings, all led under a ruthless king who did not care for his people. She was a princess, alongside her two twin siblings, Kaliope and Kyros. They, sadly, were born kin to said ruthless king. The triplets were constantly pitted against each other, for their father made their main goal one thing and one thing only: the throne. Of course, the triplets couldn't lead side by side as they initially thought, for only one could take the throne. From the moment they were able to walk, their father would run them through a series of tests, the difficulty getting increasingly harder as they began to age. He would test their strength, stamina, speed, and endurance, and it was common to push his kits harder than they could manage. Kaliope was the weakest link, always falling behind Khaalida and Kyros. Kyros, on the other hand, would excel magnificently, while Khaalida was stuck right in the middle. She would surpass all of her tests, yet she remained average. As time went on, the more brutal the tests would become, until one day her guards came to retrieve her for the final test. She had no idea what they meant by that, but as they led her to the arena, her heart dropped. They were going to make the triplets fight to the death. Fearing for her own safety, and not being able to muster the courage to fight her own siblings, Khaalida turned and made a break for it, escaping her guards and leaving the territory that belonged to the Northern Kingdom. For many moons she traveled far and wide, and during her travels, she met the nastiest of characters, and the truest of characters. They all spoke of a place where clans and groups lived side-by-side, instead of one big kingdom like what she was used to. She then met this wanderess, one who was mentally deranged, yet still had moments of clarity. She spoke of this place of flowers and trees, one where everyone lived in harmony, a place called SummerClan, where cats valued valor and bravery over treachery and brutalness. It sounded like heaven. And so, Khaalida found her paws taking her to the tallest peak that she could see, and there, she found what she was looking for.
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ZAPPAPAW / ditty – sinful TAKE A CHANCE ON ME « everybody screamed when i kissed the teacher, and they must have thought they dreamed when i kissed the teacher – Born to a very conservative and loving mother and an absent father, no one - not his peers, not his friends, not his own family - would have anticipated that he'd become such a rebel. He refused to follow through with the expectations placed upon him, though; he wanted to experience things, he wanted to go on adventures and live. His mother, as per usual, didn't understand this ridiculous desire. Why go out there, in the big bad world, when he could stay here, under her wing? Perhaps that was why, in the end, he felt just a little smug when he saw the pieces of her box fall away. Whereas everyone around him was lined up and marching in sync, he was dancing and twirling his heart away, singing at the top of his lungs. He would have it no other way. Little did he know, there was someone else in the world that felt the exact same way. – my friends will get married, have children and homes, it sounds so nice, well planned and wise, never expecting surprises – Watching his peers and those that he'd grown up alongside be promoted before him was difficult to witness; he'd felt frozen in time, and while part of him wanted to be along with them - stay in line, stay in line - there was another part of him that wanted to seize the chance of being different and fulfill his fantasies. Perhaps, before he was locked into a life he didn't want, he could enjoy the world. He could go on those journeys his mother was too afraid to take, he could see those sights that his mother was so desperate to convince him were fake. He could live his own life. And then, before he could pack his bags, before he could leave on his merry way... It happened. He, too, was promoted, but not in the way he expected. Despite the grumpy face of one medicine cat, Graythorn seemed to be of the mind that somehow, in some way, Zappa was meant for the practice of healing. It was the second best (and worst) thing to happen to him. – waterloo, i was defeated, you won the war; waterloo, promise to love you forevermore; waterloo, couldn't escape if i wanted to; waterloo, knowing' my fate is to be with you; waterloo, finally facing my waterloo! – His introduction to training was both a train wreck and the most exhilarating ride of his life. It was completely different from what he'd expected and he took to it like a duck to water. His little legs kicked away under that clear surface, paddling, keeping afloat and all the while he loved it. He was able to be brave in an entirely different way from what he'd conditioned himself to be. He didn't have to be physically strong to be a valiant soldier. He threw himself into his studies, then, knowing that it was the one way he'd be able to make his family and his peers finally proud of him. And then... Well then, everything changed. A certain leader came into his life even more than before and then... Nothing else existed but him. He stuck his nose in his training and observed as best he could, but when Doefreckle was around... Everything came to a stand still. He was beyond handsome and a part of him felt angry about it. He was so charming and sweet and kind and honest and it was so refreshing and gah! No! He had to focus! But... Maybe just one more glance. – when you were lonely, you needed a man, someone to lean on, well, i understand – it's only natural, but why did it have to be me? – He should've known it was too good to be true. There was always a logical reason as to why someone that perfect wanted to spend time with someone like him, especially someone older than him. Then he discovered it. They were nothing more than friends. Doefreckle seemed to find some sort of kinship with him and then... that was the end of his fantasies. The end of his 'what if?'s, of his 'could be's and his 'should i?'s. He locked away his feelings in a box, locked that box inside of another box, mailed that box to himself and when it arrived he smashed it with a giant hammer of broken dreams. It was over. Done with. He could carry on being the little brother that Doefreckle wanted; the friend that would never be anything more than that. And that was okay. Right? It was how a lot of relationships went. But why did it hurt so much? – i have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything; if you see the wonder of a fairytale, you can take the future, even if you fail – It was then that he truly threw himself into his studies, determined to assist his mentor in any way possible and to keep himself from having any free time for the leader. And, along with that, came the desire to travel again. To leave and discover something different. To be a different side of himself, an open side of himself, that he couldn't and shouldn't be back home. And so... He left. – knowing me, knowing you, there is nothing we can do; we just have to face it this time we're through, break-in 'up is never easy, i know, but i have to go; knowing me, knowing you is the best i can do. medicine cat apprentice

RESTLESSBIRD — trouvaille
A pale grey tabby whose furs are short but thicker than typical for SummerClan with light blue eyes and a white tipped tail. The kind of cat that, despite all of her flaws, has an honestly good heart. Despite being the attack first ask later type of gal, an arrogant monster who likes to get her way, Restlessbird is not a bad cat, persay. Does she have some negative qualities? Can a fish swim? Her heart's in the right place, though, and that's all that probably should matter, right? That's what her mother spent her entire life trying to convince herself as she watched her reckless, headstrong child grow up. She took solace in the fact that Recklessbird wasn't off chasing the Dark Forest. She was causing mischeif, yes, and made it clear that she followed a different playbook than other cats, sure, but she wasn't off killing, stealing or pilfering. That was enough, right? Dawndance, her mother, often asked herself these questions each time Restlessbird ended up in another situation, which, granted, was quite often. Will a wistfulness in her gaze, she'd wonder how on earth she ended up with such a hellion. She'd wonder why her daughter had to argue, why she always thought she was right, why she was one of the most arrogant cats she ever met. But, again, her daughter was one of the most loyal cats she had met. Despite her loose morals, Restlessbird was the kind of cat who would be the first to put her life down on the line for those who she loved. She was the kind of cat who offered a shoulder for others to cry on, always tried to fix things when they were wrong, even though her solutions aren't always the most... standard or... particularly acceptable. Restlessbird tries her best, though her best is well frankly different than the best of a typical cat.

Warrior

Acornkit(blossom) — Spiderheart
Acornblossom is a scruffy ginger-and-white she-cat with green eyes, her pelt has an un-groomed look the fur is always sticking up and spiked in different direction. Upon first meeting Acornblossom you may think she seems a bit deranged and to be honest that assumption is not entirely wrong. Acornblossom is an overly energetic she-cat she cannot stand to be in one place for any length of time, it's as if doing nothing and standing still brings her pain. She is constantly moving around or doing something, one moment you will see her somewhere partaking in some task but the moment you look away and turn back she will be somewhere new. Acornblossom is a hard worker not because she has good morals but because keeping busy and working makes her happy, it is selfish that she does these things purely because they keep her mind and heart happy and not because she should be helping her clan. Acornblossom cannot help the restlessness she feels, because of this she does not sleep much and only settles into her nest when she absolutely cannot be on her paws any longer which is not all that often. Many don't see how she can keep going the way she does, how she can function on such a small amount of sleep and though many have tried to get her to slow down all have failed. Acornblossom is a strange she-cat who can be heard mumbling to herself at random, it's almost like something inside of her is broken and it is causing her to behave the way she does. She is not a rude feline but she can flip from one emotion to another in the blink of an eye, one second she will be her happy self and suddenly sadness or anger will overtake her for no reason. She is difficult to handle when she is having an emotional episode, she cannot explain why this happens and she almost always feels bad once they pass but she can't help it or control it. Acornblossom believes because of her issues she will be alone forever and although that is not what she wants she does not want another to be trapped having to deal with her, she has decided that love is not in the picture for her but secretly hold out hope that one day maybe someone will come along and love her for who she is.
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BLACKBERRYKIT / smear — lost

Blackberrysmear is a handsome tom; he is tall and long, with sleek, dark gray fur and bright, blue-green eyes. He has lean muscles under his pelt, and long fangs that bite into his bottom lip. Blackberrysmear is a charming cat, always saying just what you want to hear. The catch here is that he always means what he says, and he never says it to win someone over. He is extremely sincere and complimentary, hospitality is his finest attribute. He is friends with anyone and everyone, from the smallest kit to the wrinkliest elder. His voice is as smooth as honey, dripping with a sweetness that can rarely be found in anyone. Blackberrysmear was born to Mintleaf in WinterClan, however he has no idea of his origins. He was raised in SummerClan, half their kin, by his uncle and adoptive father, Lemonspeckle. Blackberrysmear is a family man and always puts them before himself. He loves his siblings, his uncle, and even his mother, though he has no idea who she is. Blackberrysmear is always the first cat to offer a paw to help, a shoulder to cry on, or a word of advice. He is adventurous and brave, diving head first to rescue those in need, even if it's just his company. It sounds as though Blackberrysmear is the perfect warrior, though every cat has their faults. In truth, despite his outward love toward life, Blackberrysmear does suffer from anxiety. It plagues him in his sleep, puts a slight stutter in his voice when he's confronted with the problem, and makes him feel weak when he's alone. He's a ray of sunshine that sometimes finds himself shut out by the darkest of rain clouds.

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SMOLDERSOOT — Nekomancer
At first glance there is an intimidating vibe that comes off this rather large and dark-furred warrior. Trained muscle is cloaked in dark, stone gray and piercing amber eyes stare down at most cats. For cats who don't shy away, they'll notice silver flecks socking his legs in a flurry-like fashion. And maybe that gaze isn't so much scrutinizing as it is serious and direct. Yes, it's still a bit much for certain cats out there, but most come to understand Smoldersoot after being around him a little bit. Not being much of a conversationalist hinders him in social settings and has turned him into a slight loner. Although he does well at masking it, speaking outside of clan business can make him nervous. Even when working with others he can be rather quiet, putting his input out there when he feels it's necessary. Otherwise, in most general terms, he's a great warrior. He's loyal and willing to do anything for SummerClan. It's natural, considering his upbringing. Both of his parents were respected warriors, Dovewhisper and Haretuft. They planted the seed of that behavior. His apprenticeship was normal, and he worked hard to gain his warrior status. Unfortunately, he lost both his parents to a rough season of winter. Since then his distance from things grew further, but at that point there was no room to question him. Smoldersoot continues to work for his clan and bring honor to both his name and his parents.
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adding! welcome to the family, sweethearts! i love them all cx ♥

MONTU - goldcrest

In the snowy depths that is Russia, Montu was born to be sold. A pure-bred Sphynx, charged for a lot soon after his birth for a large chunk of cash. He never knew his family—the very few memories he had a blur in his mind. For a while he wanted to know them, but that was a dream he soon gave up on. He had been pushed onward to a life of fitting into tacky cat clothes. He didn’t mind all too much, really. He was fond of his owner. His patient streak came from her many photos, which involved around a year of unintentional training to sit still. He had had a pretty average run so far, and it was high time life shook him up a bit. A money situation had come up, which led to him being sold off once more. He was confused, lost at this time, because he had lived his owner and she had lived him. Why did she get rid of him?
His new owner wasn’t as affectionate. He still cared for Montu, of course, still loved him. But it wasn’t the same. He became colder after that, less trusting and more aggressive. But he was more bark than bite. He gave his owner a few minor scratches at best. Montu had decided to bury his ever growing emotions as his new owner dug up his ever growing passions. The man was an aspiring tattoo artist and, after seeing a few others online, decided to practice a bit. On Montu. It was one of the reasons he had gotten the cat, after all.
It had gone on for months. Put under, let the guy do his thing, and wake up with a new design on his body. He hated them. They had marked his perfect skin with things he barely understood, they made him stand out. He despised them and despised the man who made them.
He had become more angry, more aggressive, because bottling up feelings was never good. Hating everything around him, hating himself for just being there, and hating the ever growing adventurous spirit within him. He hated getting on a plane and moving to a whole new country, he hated settling in to a small apartment and he hated—finally—finding an escape. He didn’t hate the last part, actually, because that led him to SummerClan. Learning their language as much as he could from some city cats, his tattoos viewed as intimidating, he was free. The claustrophobia gripping his chest was gone. Making his way, travelling as far as he could from that man he so hated, he stumbled across SummerClan. His new home. 

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(Is it possible to do an rp where he stumbles across SummerClan and joins?? God I promised myself I wouldn’t make another character—)


PEACHKIT//swirl - goldcrest

Brought to SummerClan early on, Peachswirl is an adventurous spirit. A forever youthful molly, her energy seems to bound on forever. She acts as sweet as she sounds, caring for others around her as if they were all her own family. A control-freak by nature, Peachswirl can sometimes come off as bossy. Not in an arrogant way, she just likes to have the constant order in her life. Everything must be perfectly planned out, organized, and predictable. It’s a bit hard when her own words are unplanned. Born with a condition, she is prone to the occasional seizure, none of which have been fatal so far. She has uncontrollable tics, from head-jerking to shouting out random words. She has no control over them, and she hates that. She fears that. Her need for control has manifested into self-loathing in her youth and a fair share of panic attacks. She has always tried to be optimistic, though, and displays herself as cheerful. She is, really, a friendly, compassionate she-cat, but sometimes she has off days. Sometimes the anxiety gets to her, sometimes her thoughts swarm too loudly. She’s working on helping herself, an ever determined molly.

(SSsshHh I know cats can’t get Tourette’s but these are fictional cats so it’s okayyyy)

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