Daisyspots - vexingode
Daisyspots, an intriguing tom cat indeed. With his creamy white coat and ginger spots, and golden eyes to match. he is confident, a king, graceful and poise, quiet, cheerful and a little on the prissy prince side. He wasn't always like this though, and even today still struggles. Having always been small and timid as a kit, He was always spoiled rotten by his mother, and always protected by his older siblings. He could never stand up for himself, always expecting others to do it for him. Weather it was his mothers fault or just an unavoidable problem, Daisyspots isn't the most self or socially aware cat. Struggling to deal with failure, or any sort of problem that doesn't go his way. Never saying the right thing, or always being to blunt. He often hurts other cats feelings or almost bullies them in a way, but it is never his intention, and only those closest to him understand this. On top of it all, he struggles with the anxiety of whether or not he is doing or saying the right thing to someone, and it is always hard to apologize. How can apologizing be easy when you don't understand what is wrong? Always a hopeless romantic, a sap if you will, he hopes to find someone who understands him, and loves him as he is. The only problem is he isn't very good at romance, his feigned confidence and poise fly out the window. Daisyspots stands out for sure, but he has always been to much for others his siblings and mother the only ones close enough to him to understand him. Over time he developed a strange love and respect for death, it is a mysterious and frightful thing. To him death is beautiful, peaceful, and deserving of his respect.

Rank: Treasure hunter

once again here with a single rewritten bio </3 thats all 

SHADEDSUN - goldcrest
When the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, it can only set afterwards, and though its rays die as it sinks below the horizon, it offers hope of a new day. When Shadedsun, disgraced leader of Springclan and resident heartbroken fool, ran himself onto the thunderpath in a haze of confusion, he didn’t expect to rise again. And then he woke up, two years gone by. Despite the confusion, life was warmer, brighter, ideal — he had his daughter, he had his soulmate, he was finding his place, no matter how disconnected he felt sometimes. Occasionally, he was reckless, too scared of missing out on the small, precious moments because of the fear it might be his last. In the time aside from that, he tries to take life slow, enjoy stress free days as he hadn’t been able to before. It isn’t uncommon to see his large, fluffy black form sunbathing or napping or simply chatting as if he has nothing else to worry about. His yellow eyes, though unable to see anything more than an incredibly blurred world of shapes and colours, shine brighter than they did before, holding more confidence, more humour. He had always been a hopeless romantic, and when it came crashing down on him in the form of rejection and loss, he had lost all that just before his death. Where he used to exist as a beacon of hope and renewal, then a lost memory not long after, he now exists as a simple, kind, and gentle tom, more than he was before. He’s playful, empathetic, creative in the way he makes up stories and fairytales that only have happy endings, and though sometimes it’s difficult for him to accept new things, to let himself feel his emotions, good or bad, and to let himself love as he once did, he tries. Part of his optimism is fake, it’s still difficult to expect good things, and often he’s proven right — though he tries not to brag. There’s still a competitive side to him, and he has a newer petty, resentful streak, especially in the face of perceived injustice, mostly towards himself or those closest to him. He struggles to let go of his idea that he’s always the victim, and his emotions always win out even when faced with logic. His bouts of anxiety often leave him sleepless. Though he nobody can really tell; for the most part he either wears a smile or looks utterly straight-faced and intimidating, not helped at all by his incredible, imposing size and thick fur that just makes him look bigger. But it seems to hold the warmth of the sun in its depth, just as the cat who dons it. 

!!EDIT!!
Rank: QUEEN get this guy in the nursery. IS IT TOO LATE? IS IT??? if so that is okay

Peonykit / prosper - fox
A small, rounded white she-cat with wispy grey highlights, deep blue eyes, and a constant dimpled smile on her face. Like her grandfather Doefreckle — connected through a stubborn universe with a wry sense of humour if not by blood — she puts a great deal of stock in popularity. But where he drifts into it naturally, she’s a lesson in pure, desperate force of will — in manufacturing the perfect SummerClan life she ought to have. She’s the golden daughter — or she would have been, if her mother had stayed. She’s the sweet one — or she would be, if her milk teeth weren’t clenched around the smile. She’s the one every mother in SummerClan wishes their daughter might end up like — and she suffocates under that weight. Because it won’t do if the sweet daughter is so nasty about her privilege; it won’t do if the gentle one, the one to always take the compromise to soothe a fight and let herself be trodden over so someone else might feel better, pinches kits in the nursery just to make someone cry and know she did it. It won’t do if there’s nastiness under all that bright-eyed prettiness, if she’s so crushed under the weight of all she’s meant to be that sometimes she just wants to scream and never stop. Like her mother Lilydawn, she doesn’t have an angular feature on her body — everything’s soft, harmless. Looking at her, looking at her mother, you’d forget both of them held venom. Sometimes she can be nasty; sometimes she can be snarling, and bitter, and broken. Maybe that's who she really is. She has dreams, she has that same restless spirit that took her mother from her, that settled Doefreckle and Shadedsun in homes that weren't their own — but she'll never get to act on it. She'll never get to be like them. She'll be in SummerClan until she dies; she'll settle — she's so good at settling. At never reaching. At being less. She has a soft centre, soft as caramel, but it's hurt. Because she brings the flowers — she’s the thoughtful one. But no one ever brings them for her.

kit <3

PETUNIAKIT / temper - Dot
grey scottish fold with muddy orange eyes. They say she takes after their mother the most (though she looks like her uncle, Batflower) with her pessimistic outlook on life and snarky commentary, but she has a less-than hidden softness about her, especially when it comes to her siblings. She doesn’t have any friends due to the way she comes off, and only really hangs around her siblings and grandfathers. Though she comes off as aggressive and temperamental, she is incredibly anti-violent, to the point of being a pushover when conflict arises, and very gentle with those around her. Wrapped into her own world view, she holds grudges forever and struggles seeing from others’ point of view. In a similar boat to Alliumendevour, she believes their mother is alive and has agreed to help him look eventually, but the deal was he had to relax and take care of himself sometimes.
Rank : Kit

POPPYSKIP - Dot
A baby faced calico with blue doe like eyes, a chocolate-coloured nose freckled along the bridge and a curvy frame that gives him a dainty appearance. With a smaller stature than his father Doefreckle. He gives off the appearance of a damsel in distress. Between his feminine features and small stature he gets mistake as a female apprentice quite often, but never has the heart to correct anyone an suffers in silence. Poppyskip is known for being incredibly clever and is a self overworked prodigy. He could achieve great things if he put his mind to it, but he struggles with the motivation and lacks direction. Rather he chooses to keep his head down and fly under the radar instead. He was raised on the stories of his father, and feels rather intimidated by them. Rather he yearned for a his mother who is merely a fade memory. Holding her in high regards, he views her as a mythical figure almost like a god in his eyes. Due to his lack of parents he latched onto his older half-brother Batflower as a small kit and had an unhealthy attachment the tom. It was due to this attachment that Poppyskip found his love for the flora and fauna that grow in Summerclan's territory. He once dreamt of being a medicine cat. To the point he spent a unbelievable amount of time in the medicine cat's den observing how herbs work. He managed to pick up a few things here and there. He once was rather vocal about the dream when he was younger, but has since settled into the life of a Garden Keeper. But silently still holds onto the dream of becoming a medicine cat one day. With the passing of Batflower. and the lack of parents to raise him growing up, Poppyskip has found himself to be the most lost out of his siblings. Uncertain about his future, and full of self-doubt and struggles daily with his internalized feelings of anxiety. Poppyskip rarely seems happy with his life. A rare smile can be seen from time to time. Giving away to that sweet nature that leads to him being a popular cat amongst his clanmates and even cats in other clans. When others try to befriend him or admit to liking him. He comes rather clueless and is unable to pick up on social cues. When he isn't gracing the world with one of his rare smiles, he can be found frowning. Which has caused a premature wrinkle to form in between his eyes. When he isn't frowning he is an bundle of anxious energy. He stumbles over his words, drops items, and becomes overwhelmed. Leading him to withdraw to the safety of the gardens. Due to his anxiety he has trouble sleeping and can be found wake up even into the odd hours of the night. During the day he appears sleep-deprived and throws himself into his work to ignore his tiredness. This can lead him to forgetting to eat. It's a very common sight to see friends, family, and even the clanmates that adore him bringing food to him and encouraging him to eat.

rank: Garden Keeper - Trapper

SUNNYKIT / SONG - Darkness
The beginning of the playful she-cat was a rough one. Born on November, 1st 2021, in a rough part of the Two-leg Place on the streets. Sunny had to learn to survive on her own. Her parents disappeared when she turned 3 moons old, never to be seen again. She went from one group of cats to another group. Never fully satisfied or comfortable being in the groups. That is until she found SummerClan. By now she had scars on her pelt from fighting and struggling to live. She had to fight for her food, a place to sleep or rest. She found SummerClan when she was wounded severely from an attack from a fox, who had bitten her right leg and shoulder. She struggled to hunt and most of the time she didn’t eat as she hurt too much to hunt. She was found by the WaterFall, hungry, and in pain. She was found by a patrol of warriors, who took her back to camp. Now she is healing and getting stronger everyday. She was renamed Sunnykit, and she will soon find out that she now has a family who would do anything for her.

Now at 5 Moons, she is living and growing up in SummerClan. Sunnysong will grow into a vibrant she-cat who is full of life, energy, and enthusiasm. She’s a cat who is able to guide other cats in the right direction and is often asked for advice, using her silver-tongue eloquence and persuasiveness, when dealing with others. She’s also a cat who is able to lead. She likes to take charge of her own life and to take charge when no one else is able too. She is learning what it means to be in SummerClan and she is now learning to adapt to their ways, and to become a believer in StarClan. She hopes to be able to have a family of her own someday and to raise them in the Clan. She would like to become leader of the clan someday, but knows that she must work at it. She is dedicated to SummerClan and will do all she can to help build her Clan to make them stronger and better than ever.

Sunnysong is a short-haired orange and white tabby-striped she-cat with bright amber eyes. She is lanky and fast.

Rank: Kit

Spidershine - meowffles
She has the patience of a shrew but could not look further from one in terms of her appearance. Spidershine embodies grace from afar, but only upon drawing closer will you find her clumsiness magnified, thanks to awkwardly long legs and larger paws than she will ever grow to fit into. She is a follower, a quiet observer, and takes note of change from the shadows, compiling information and details that others may perhaps fail to notice. To those of her Clanmates she trusts in, she is a beloved menace. Spidershine speaks her mind when relaxed and is otherwise too caught in her own mind to cause a ruckus, but when in the presence of cats she cares about, the large silver tabby can draw the eyes of many with her full-bodied purr and a wave of her bushy tail. To Spidershine, SummerClan is safety. Perhaps one day it will become home.
Warrior
Female – Bisexual – Single