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Recovering from the flood StarClan sent our way, join in on the recovery effort here or provide for our clanmates in a hunting patrol here! Ceremonies for the months of August and September are also posted! Check them out here.

Patrols to be updated.


We believe that the strength of a Clan is not measured in the use of it's teeth and claws, though the warriors of spring will not shy away from a battle that must be fought. No, instead virtue and honor is demonstrated in their kindness to strangers, their benevolence to the less fortunate, and their level headedness in the face of those who have less of a stronghold on their emotions and actions. A philosophical group of cats, you might say. Violence only creates more violence. Two wrongs don't make a right. Treat others the way you would wish to be treated. Don't judge a book by it's cover. These are all proverbs the felines of SpringClan live by. Everything is forever in bloom, and both water and prey can always be found without much difficulty.

Kitsunepaw, Lavenderpaw, Sharppaw

Skunkpaw, Sourpaw, Sweetpaw

Vermilionpaw, Softpaw, Zirconpaw

Serpentinepaw, Chrysoprasepaw

🌸 Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle.

🌸 Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders.

🌸 Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.

🌸 A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.

🌸 Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.

🌸 The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled.

🌸 Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.

🌸 No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.

🌸 The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.

🌸 An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense.

🌸 Each Clan has the right to be proud and independent, but in times of trouble they must forget their boundaries and fight side by side to protect the four. Each Clan must help the others so that no Clan will fall.

🌸 Upon becoming an apprentice, each cat must take up at least one specialty, to better use and develop their talents for the good of the clan.

In the heart of SpringClan territory lies their camp. Springclan’s camp is surrounded by large coniferous trees and borders part of a long river that flows through Springclan’s territory. The walls of the camp are made of bushes that range from sweet berry bushes to sharp thorn bushes, along with thick protective thickets.

The entrance of the camp is a simple pathway of stones outlined by a variety of flowers that cut through the thick trees. The heart of SpringClan is almost always bustling with activity. Being both nocturnal and diurnal, it's not uncommon to catch a few warriors sleeping during the day or others out at night. It's a constant flow and all comes down to the preference of the cats within Springclan.

The camp itself is spacious, with plenty of room for all the cats of the clan known as the clearing. The clearing is a flat, grassy area that is scattered with dens, the kitten arena, and other areas useful to SpringClan such as the Meeting Stump. The Stump is a tall, wide, old oak that was cut down long ago. This is where Springclan’s leader gives announcements and other news pertaining to the clan. After a long day, it is not uncommon to see warriors and apprentices relaxing in the middle of the clearing where they socialize or practice the day's teachings.

The Leader’s Den

The Leader's den is the closest to the camp entrance. It is a large, hollowed out old oak tree delicately decorated with flowers, mainly bluebells, and surrounded by raspberry bushes. It gives off a sweet scent to anyone who passes by.

The Trusted’s Den

A new den was built shortly after Cardinalstar created the Trusted in order to accommodate them. Built between the cleft of two large rocks, the den is strewn with flowers and a variety of different leaves. It is located just opposite the leader’s den near the entrance of camp. The den floor is carefully laid with cozy moss nests that are lined with feathers to provide a bit of extra comfort.

The Warrior’s Den

Right beside the Trusteds’ den sits the stream of activity that makes up a majority of the clan. The Warriors’ den. It is a space filled with moss nests lined with feathers. This is where the Warriors come to rest when they aren't on duty.

The Apprentice’s Den

In a little area close to the Warrior's den is the Apprentices’ den. This den is located in an old hollowed out tree. An apple tree provides shade and a place to sharpen their claws when they aren’t out training with their mentors. They have a little space just behind the den to hang out and practice their new skills, or even spar with each other. It's surrounded mainly by raspberry bushes.

The Kitten Arena

Cutting through the clearing is a little stream that gives easy access to water and is fun for the kits to play in. Many little stones can be found there, as well as the occasional minnow or tadpole. In fact, the kits have their own play area. Wonderfully named and thought of by Shadedstar, the Kitten Arena is an area where the kits of the Clan can play and have fun without getting in the way of busy warriors and their apprentices. Separated from the main camp by delicious berry bushes, which the kits love to snack on, it is filled with plenty of enjoyable things to keep the energetic kits entertained. The creek stops in a small pool in the kitten arena, a perfect place to play and catch little minnows. Near the edge is a tiny apple tree where the kits can climb to the branches. It's big enough to hold their weight, but not dangerous if they fell. A hollowed out log lays in the center, brought in by Shadedstar when he first started building it.

The Nursery

Near the back of the camp is the protected burrow known as the nursery. Dug out of an old fox den, the inside is full of moss nests lined with feathers and flowers for Springclan’s queens. The Den is surrounded by raspberry and blackberry bushes, which offers a tasty snack for those inside, and a nasty surprise for those that try to penetrate the nursery den as they are met with sharp thorns hidden between the sweet berries. While there isn't much space it has never been a point of major concern since most of the kits prefer playing outside in the Arena anyway.

The Medicine Cat’s Den

Located just beside the nursery is the burrowed den of the clan’s medicine-cat and their apprentice. Dug out from an old badger den to give it more space. The den is surrounded with plentiful berry bushes, and just outside the den is a small pool which allows healing cats to have access to fresh water whenever they need it. Inside the den there are nests neatly laid about for the sick and injured, along with nests for the medicine-cat and their apprentice. On the ground and floors are little pockets dug out to store herbs and other necessities that the medicine cat needs.

The Elder’s Den

In an old hollowed oak, away from the busy center of the clearing, is the Elders’ den. This is where the retired individuals of the clan come to rest in warm mossy nests lined with the softest feathers. The inside of the den is decorated in flowers and other plants to make it feel more homey. These individuals are very respected among the Clan and are often asked for advice.
A vast, mystical land with endless secrets and many attractive sights. Located in the north-eastern area of the Mountain Clans territory is a unique place, filled with countless cherry blossoms, beautiful flower fields, and plentiful waterfalls. It is not easy to forget time spent in SpringClan, as the territory alone is beautiful enough to forever stick in memory, as are the residents that reside there.

The River

The river runs through the majority of SpringClan’s territory and ends at the lake. It’s surrounded by mossy rocks near SpringClan’s forested areas. However, it is advised that cats do not walk along the mossy rocks as they are skippering and could be dangerous. The currents are usually fast, but on certain days they are known to be calm.

The Lake

In the southern part of SpringClan, shared with SummerClan, is the lake. A large expanse of water that is plentiful with juicy fish. It’s most beautiful at night, when it reflects the moon and stars.

The Waterfall and Stepping Stones

Up in the north lies a flower meadow. This one surrounds the waterfall, which falls into a clear pool that is great for swimming. The pool is surrounded by cherry blossoms. Occasionally the petals will fall and float upon the water, making for a serene vision. If they’re daring enough, some cats like to jump off the cliff of the waterfall and into the pool below. Near the flower meadow is a set of large stones, known as the stepping stones, located in the river, used by the cats as a bridge. They can be slippery at times, so caution is necessary.

The Japanese Gardens

The Japanese Garden is the most sacred spot in SpringClan. Long ago an old Japanese man started the garden in hopes of developing around the area, but he disappeared and never finished it. The man made a pond which is void of life, and at night it reflects the stars and moon. The area is more nature than settlement with moss and vines covering the old stone statues and structures the man had built, and large trees surrounding the area that makes up the garden. A local river turns to a small waterfall that lands into a man-made pool near the center of the garden. Located in the north eastern part of SpringClan territory, hunting is strictly forbidden in the garden as it’s a spiritual area used to connect with StarClan. The Japanese Garden is mostly kept secret from the other Clans, as SpringClan believes there’s no need to share their most sacred spot.

The Den

Located near the Japanese Garden is the Den, made up of a pile of stones that were once going to be used for decorations. However, they became forgotten. The stones are covered in moss and make a natural den. It’s a good place to spend the night if cautiously checked for snakes.

The Blossom Stone Path

The Blossom Stone Path is a mystical man-made path leading to the Japanese Garden. The area is filled with cherry blossom trees, but mostly little hills that make a good spot for rabbit burrows. The grass here grows short and expands across the rolling land. The sight is great for couples, young and old, or playful apprentices. There must be caution, though, while traveling along the stone path as occasionally two-legs like to take their dogs to this area.

The Four Stones

Located just south of the Japanese Garden is four tall, most likely man-made stones that create a circle. The stones, known as the four stones, are surrounded by a moat formed by a miniature waterfall. The sun shines beautifully in the water and on the stones during sunhigh and sunset.

The Flower Meadow

Located near the SummerClan border, is another flower meadow. This is a magical area of tall grass, filled with flowers of all different kinds. The area grows many species of plants, and is a great place for herbs. Bees and mice are plentiful in the area, and it has been known as a great place to frolic. The grass is great for hiding in. The meadow becomes truly alive during the beginning months of spring.

The Valley

At the border of SpringClan and WinterClan lies the valley. A mostly open space with few trees, the valley is bordered by the forest and has an amazing view of the mountains. The river runs through this part of the territory as well, but the water is almost always cold due to it being mostly snow melt. The valley is plentiful with prey and lush with life.

The Forest

Closer to WinterClan’s border is the forest, a mossy, shaded place with thick trees and even thicker undergrowth. Prey like birds, rodents, and squirrels are plentiful. Dangerous predators like foxes and badgers also live there, so it’s better to be cautious.

The Abandoned Monster

Abandoned long ago by twolegs hoping to reclaim the naturous area lies the abandoned monster. It has an old, creepy feel to it. Located in the western edge of SpringClan’s territory, the monster sits reclaimed by nature many years ago. Now covered in vines and foliage, only the bravest of apprentices dare to venture there, sometimes daring each other to touch it.

The Thunderpath

A medium-sized thunderpath in the east separates SpringClan’s border from the Rogues and Loners. Around the general area the prey is poor and the stench is almost unbearable. It’s better to stay far away from this place.

🌸To be Added🌸






JETSTAR roleplayed by JETCLAW

Jetclaw is a balinese she cat, with a tan colored pelt, jet black paws, tail ears and face. Most strikingly is her bright blue eyes. SpringClan is not the place Jetclaw would’ve envisioned for herself. Though it would’ve been a place far more welcoming of her being born to a kittypet. Now as a former SunClan cat, her sudden ascension to power in the ranks of calm SpringClan is looking tumultuous at best. But Jetclaw has a goal. She didn’t leave SunClan willingly, and has been presumed dead by her former clanmates, thanks mostly to Senescence deciding to spare her on a whim. Now vengeance drives her forward. She craves to make the cat who drove her from her home suffer. SpringClan might be an odd place to seek a fighting force, but she won’t ignore an opportunity for power. But perhaps, in this place of loyal cats who crave peace, and are kind despite the pain inflicted upon them. There is something far greater for her to gain.

Lives: 9/9
Mate: None
Apprentice: None


Goldengriffon has always been curious. Ever since he could remember he had always wanted to know how things worked, or why things were the way they were. As a kit he was constantly asking questions, and his parents encouraged his curious escapades. The pale ginger tabby found that he was more interested in the history of the clans than anything else. Always asking questions about how they clans arrived in the mountains, what their ancestors were like. He does what he can do gather all the knowledge of old battles, or the accomplishments of old leaders. Though, he finds it hard to gather this kind of information considering most of it was lost with the sands of time. Yet Goldengriffon learned a valuable lesson as he continued his curious adventures. There is always two sides to one story. The pale ginger tom learned to look at everything with an open mind. Goldengriffon tries to remain as unbiased as possible when deciphering a problem. He makes it his prerogative to hear the entire story from both sides before coming up with a solution or determining who was in the right or in the wrong. Even as an apprentice he made it his goal to never jump to conclusions and believe one cat over the other until he heard the entirety of the problem. Goldengriffon has a good disposition, and rarely looses his temper unless he is pushed to his limits. He has a good head on his shoulder, and warm blue eyes that are always brimming with a curious gleam.

Mate: Dancingdragon
Apprentice: None




SAKURAPAW roleplayed by SHADOW

A white she-cat with a black patch over one eye, black front toes, and soft heterochromic eyes of soft albino pink and lilac, she is the daughter of Zengarden and Septariadragon, named for the beautiful cherry blossoms of Zengarden's youth. Gifted with the hope that she will embody the meaning of the sakura – to bring about a time of renewal and optimism, to remind all of the transience of life – she is a gentle but at times ferocious she-cat who can be demure and captivating in her charm, or quick-witted and sharp when prompted / taunted.

Mate: None
Apprentice: None


Biography here.

Mate: None
Mentor: Sakurapaw




🌸These cats are the ones that the Leader often seeks council with. They are the best of the best of SpringClan, and trusted with responsibilities outside the normal warrior.🌸

The worst color to wear is white: It hides no secrets and tells no lies, something Dancingdragon hates about her coat. It's the same silken ivory of spider's silk and equally as soft to the touch, framing a pair of magic fire eyes: An imperial swirl of cerulean and jade, peppered by gold flecks. Imbued with the genetics of two esteemed warriors long since passed, brothers who lived similar legacies and died valiantly in battle, and a SpringClan bloodline dating back to the clan's earliest days, newcomers often mistake her for poised and benevolent-- until they meet her. Though proud of her ancestry-- often to the point of arrogance-- she's determined to strike out on her own and create a reputation for the strengths of her own character rather than the strengths of those that came before her. Dancingdragon has claws that are quick to draw blood, but the real danger is her tongue, sharper than any blade. She's an efficient warrior, excelling in battle and decent in hunting, but struggles diplomatically. Her temper tends to be easily sparked and not so easily quelled. One slight against her spawns a grudge that will outlive her mortal soul, but there's something to be said about her tenacity. SpringClan's enemies are her enemies. Dancingdragon cares more for her clanmates than she will ever let on, and she would sacrifice herself if it meant the safety of anyone in her clan, from the oldest elder to the smallest of kits. She may be a miscreant masquerading under her family name, but, above all, she's the culmination of hundreds of warriors, deputies, and leaders who have dedicated their lives to the clan she now defends.

Loyal to a fault, Blackberry is a friend to the end. With a coat the shade of night, and eyes the colour of the setting sun, many would call him impending, like the shadows cast by the largest trees at dusk. His brutish appearance, quiet demeanor and secretive past cause many to accuse him of being the cause of many bad luck scenarios, though he has never been proven guilty. Although not a natural borne Springclanner, he has taken it as his home, willing to protect it to the end, and the scars across his body from throwing himself headfirst into border skirmishes and battles are his badges of honour, a proof that he remains loyal to his clan and adoptive family.

With fur as gray as storm clouds and as blue as the rain that follows, eyes a striking sea-green, and a lithe--nearly feminine physique, Ratprince is known to gain admirers from all corners of the woods. He’s beautiful. Perfect, but in looks alone. Though he may be perceived as a charming prince, he’s hardly that, and whatever affection he receives only encourages an array of insecurities and self-doubt. He’s convinced himself that it’s merely the facade of perfection that will win him friends for no one could ever accept his flaws. Despite his interests in developing his social skills and gaining true companions, Ratprince is extremely attentive to how he’s perceived, which results in him appearing rather cold and closed-off at times. Crowds can be especially harrowing for someone like him. It is a bad habit of his to keep others at a distance to protect himself from rejection even though it adds to his feelings of loneliness and isolation. The easiest way to make it past Ratprince’s many walls is to find him at a moment where he’s enraptured by one of his hobbies. Gardening is his greatest passion and one he’s particularly shy about. Still, nothing could keep him away from gathering or tending to the herbs, plants, and berries that inhabit SpringClan’s territory. Ratprince is also fond of sparring from time to time, and despite his smaller frame, he’s quite good at it. Perhaps his greatest strength of all is his loyalty and compassion to those he cares for. Rare as it may be, he does all he can to make them happy and to support and protect them with utmost seriousness.

Cardinalsong is a cheerful, friendly, tom. Much like his sisters Shininghope and Dovewish. He is a dark ginger tom with bright green eyes, very similar in looks to his father (and namesake) Cardinalheart. Cardinalsong is always eager to interact with his fellow clanmates, and talks a lot. He has a bad habit of saying too much at times, and is kind of awful at keeping secrets. But he never has any real malicious intent. Though he is confused by the rift between his parents, Cardinalsong is certain that he and his siblings can solve the problem between Lightstep and Cardinalheart. He's a problem solver, and he's never met a problem he hasn't at least tried to solve.

Celestialecho is a Siamese mix with beautiful black points on creamy colored fur. Her eyes are the deep blue that most siamese felines carry. She has long legs and a slim build, making her much more of a hunter than a fighter. She's outgoing and friendly, easily making friends with anyone she crosses paths with. Don't mistake taking this friendliness for granted though, Celestialecho can hold a grudge like no-one's business. With a little bit of persuading, you might be able to get back on her good side. Celestialecho craves affection, whether it be romantic or platonic, and she's very doting on those whom she loves. Truthfully, she'd make a wonderful mother, but she's unsure of whether or not she'll ever have kittens or even a mate for that matter.

A mottled tortoiseshell she-cat with blue gray eyes, to those who concealed her away and hardened her heart – whether they intended it or not – she was their failure. To one who sought to unchain her and show her a truth he believed and saw within her, she was merely lost, disoriented, desperate for a love she didn't understand was in plain view. A she-cat who doesn't take not being the center of attention very well, she has been taught from a young age to see herself as better than those who are like her. In her eyes, she is at the top of the totem pole; not even that, she believes she created the totem pole, and can rearrange it or decimate it completely if she so wishes. Though she attempts to convey a calm, all knowing demeanor, she has a very short fuse and can be pushed over the edge into dangerous territory if approached incessantly by those who don't know their bounds.

This tom is the son of Honeycream and Faithfulfeather. With looks of his father of pale cream and white fur with blue eyes. The only difference between the cats is the way the tabby stripes come across him make it like when a bee is covered in pollen. Ironically for a cat that lives in Springclan that is surrounded by flowers he sure is allergic to pollen. If he is anywhere near pollen he cannot stop sneezing for the life of him. He is sweet and loving in the way his father is to the creatures around him, but has his mother's strength and confidence.

CURSEDHEART roleplayed by NOVA
The first word that may come to anyone’s mind when they see this ginger tabby might be ornery. It might be angry. Regardless of what that first word may be, it is never far from the truth. Cursedheart has a scowl that seems to be a permanent feature of his face while his orange eyes constantly spark fire. It’s very rare to see this tomcat smile or even relax. He constantly walks around with a “fight first, ask questions later” type of attitude. His biggest insecurity is the view that others have of him. After his parents abandoned him, first his mother and then his father, Cursedheart is afraid to get close to others, afraid that they’ll all just leave him one way or the other. His parents had only ever considered him a burden. It wasn’t exactly something they tried to keep secret. Their words continuously haunt him, and he pushes himself in everything always trying to prove that he’s worth more than what they thought. Because of his parent's words and actions he tends to push everyone away. Cursedheart prefers to be alone. But never really minds if he’s surrounded by others, despite his obnoxious objections. In truth, he can be incredibly soft and gentle around those he trusts, though that is no easy feat.

DIVINEWONDER roleplayed by ASH
Quiet and collected, Divinewonder is a beautiful mostly white she-cat with tiny black stripes along her fur. Her eyes are a light ice blue, which gives her a shocking contrast to her coat. She's loyal, and devoted to the warrior code. A strong seeming warrior, but not too assertive. Some would even say she's a bit shy, and is the last cat to question her leader's authority.

A black and white tom with jade green eyes. Blind in his left eye from an infected wound, he is incredibly stoic and tends to be a stickler for the rules, but will bend them if its really necessary. He seems outwardly calm and patient, but he does have a small temper. He is easily annoyed by small things but tends to hide it.

With white fur, faint grey markings, and blue eyes, he was named after the moon he so resembles. Yet his mystical appearance is far from his personality. Eclipsingmoon doesn’t have a mysterious bone in his body and won’t hesitate to be brutally honest or blunt. Yet, he only talks when necessary. He prefers to spend his time alone or with one or two close friends at a time. A tragic loss in his youth caused him to become very protective of his sisters: Cometclue and Solarpainting. As the only male of the litter, he felt especially obligated to appear strong to them and also to convince himself that he was okay. Eclipsingmoon has a strong sense of justice. He respects his leaders, but he will always put the clan as a whole first. Even though he makes a perfect warrior, he has many flaws. He can be ignorant, intolerant, single-minded, rebellious, and noncommittal regarding love.

EVENINGROSE roleplayed by PAO
Life didn't start out all that great for Eveningrose. At only two months of age, she and her family were attacked by a wild dog. It left them fatherless and injured. This dilute calico is missing a front leg from that dreadful day, but from there it took a turn for the better. Though the poor she-cat was confined to the medicine cat den when she first arrived, even delayed her apprenticeship due to her injury, Eveningroe has only smiled. They were blessed to survive where her father hadn't, blessed to find a new home where many wouldn't have, blessed to still be able to walk even when missing a leg. This kit was adapted well to both clan life and being three-legged. To her, it was as natural as breathing. It probably helped that she'd lost the leg so early in life, but Eveningrose saw it as a blessing that she was even able to walk at all. This amber eyed cat is just full of positivity and optimistic as can be, it's her nature, her way of life. Her mother is Lavendersprig and her father was Branches, they started life as loners as did their kits until the attack. Eveningrose was born alongside Frostedsea, Sundance, Branchtwist, and Smokeglass.

One who walks with grace and her head held high will be looked at, but one who also shows her strength and doesn't back down will be shown with respect...or that's what Faithfulfeather believes anyway. This she cat has long fluffy black and white fur with eyes that sparkle like jade gems and a small black nose. She was raised that looks may turn some felines heads but its your choices, your heart, and mind that will gain you the respect you deserve. So with that Faithfulfeather has only shown who she was by what she does, and anyone who just likes her for her looks is not worth it. After all looks are a fleeting thing while the soul is the most precious jewel of them all.

FIREFLY roleplayed by JETCLAW
Even at a young age, Firefly knew he was going to push the upper limits. Born initially into FallClan he found himself unsure of what path he'd take, he is quite happy to be in SpringClan, and seeing the contentment from his mother knows she is happy as well. He takes heavily after his father being a dark red somali cat with white around his muzzle and tail tip, amber eyes gleaming with inner strength. This is a tom that will never back down from any challenge. He is courageous and strong, and ready to push himself to his limits. However, his heart is soft and he takes consideration for those around him, often sacrificing his own safety for others.

Despite his insistence that he's a laid-back individual, Frozenprawn is constantly agitated. Little things set him off -- someone else being late for a patrol, a bad piece of prey, a thorn in his nest -- and he'll complain about it for hours. Some cats suggest it's just because of his recent divorce from his ex-mate, Havenspark, but even if that explains why he's so rough around the edges and angry all the time, he still isn't always pleasant to be around. He tends to leave sentences trailing, a cruel suggestion, but often refrains from directly criticizing other cats. Havenspark, of course, is the exception: he open mocks her and shows her up with extravagant gestures. When he's not being obstinate or touchy, Frozenprawn isn't bad company; he likes jokes and once upon a time he was a good mentor to apprentices, if irresponsible with their lives. He just needs time to even out again. A solid, dark gray tom with yellow eyes.

A lithe and elegant silver bengal with blue eyes, it's a shame her personality is not as pretty as her coat. Havenspark can be spiteful, especially toward her ex-mate, and easily annoyed, but she thinks her tense nature is justified. She used to be friendly, she claims, but Frozenprawn brings out the worst in her. His insistence on dragging her own, insulting her and cheating on her, has her furious and determined to prove she's capable of doing just fine on her own without him. She tries to replicate his easy joking manner, but she tries far too hard, and her jokes tend to land flat. She can be good company when she's given the opportunity to be vulnerable, and is surprisingly sensitive, but not good with kittens.

HONEYCREAM roleplayed by PAO
Flowers are meant to be marveled at, cared for, and cherished. Love, friendship, honor. Pain, infection, death. Such small things and yet they hold such large positions in the world. Life or death. Love or lose. Just a simple rose could tell a whole story based upon their color, whether their blooming or not, and what they’re paired with. It’s the little things. It’s things like clumsy paws, stuttered words, and awkward moments. Other times its romantic gestures, alone time, and stolen moments. Honeycream understands all of this, for he is all these things and more. A loner. An outcast. A romantic. A stuttering mess. A fool. And so much more. Many times, the tom has been found sprawled across the ground—whether from tripping over his own paws or items that litter his path—or causing too much noise while hunting that he can catch nothing. It is as though trouble has a means of finding him no matter where he goes or what he does, and putting him on his face in the process. A walking bad luck charm. There are times where he is as sweet as his name implies. Small, shy Honeycream will be the first to find the perfect flower or help another find that perfect flower to cheer someone up, to comfort them, or to express a feeling. For flowers and shy actions speak louder for him than words ever will. Pale cream and white fur can be found in a field of flowers sooner than out on a patrol or with others. He values his time alone, the time to marvel at the beauty before him and not have to utter a word. Flowers and bees can not judge for failure and mistakes like peers can. Honeycream has accepted his role in the clan, an unwanted mess. No one wishes to have the stuttering fool on their hunting patrol least he scare off all the prey. No one wants him on a patrol least he scrambles away in fear at the first signs of a fight. He is a pacifist, a flower child if you will. Emotional, supportive, and kind. Honeycream is not made for fights, but to settle conflict. To be the one to offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear to tell all your secrets. It has amazed most that he has survived as long as he has, especially when he wasn’t expected to survive kithood. But here he stands, surrounded by flowers and sweet scents. Blue eyes looking out in wonder at what the world has to offer. He is fine with his simple life, craves it even, for all he needs is a meaning. Things as simple as flowers and their meanings, stories to be heard and ears to tell them to, cuddles in a soft nest and with warm bodies. Moments where words, even stuttered ones, can mean the most. Where hearts are easily broken and slower to heal. It’s things like these that he lives for. The little moments in life.

Disheartened by the troubles that faced FallClan, (and the heartbreak of a failed relationship), she decided it was better to cut ties with FallClan and return with her mother to SpringClan, the place of her birth. She has a white coat much like her mothers with black splotches and bright amber eyes. She's pretty quick on her feet but tends to move quickly from thing to thing making it very hard to keep up with.

Brown and white tabby she-cat with hazel eyes. She is an airhead, but has a kind soul and is eager to help others. This she cat seems to get along with everyone and is very empathetic to those around her but also has a tendency to put the needs of others before herself. While she sometimes stumble over her words when flustered she will also try to hide her own feelings so that she doesn’t worry others. Is unfortunately a terrible liar.

IVORYSNOW roleplayed by NOVA
Demure, shy, gentle. She detests confrontation and would sooner turn her cheek the other way rather than fight. But that doesn’t mean she has endless patience. Ivorysnow has been known to snap from time to time, though the sight is incredibly rare. She tends to act like everyone’s mother with how she frets over the wellbeing of her clanmates. Her voice is like a gentle caress, her stance always welcoming, and her blue eyes always bright with life. This snowshoe she-cat is always humming a little upbeat melody as she goes about her days. Though gentle, Ivorysnow can be firm when she needs to be. But it’s very easy to convince her to be just a bit lenient every now and then. She is a bit on the pudgy side, as she can never say no to an extra mouse or two, but she simply claims that its just more of her to love.

A rather small tom that's splashed with both grey and white patches with bright light green eyes. Before he joined Springclan he had been a young kittypet who had been abandoned by his old twologs by a river because "he had too much energy and was destroying the house." Lumine didn't understand truly what they meant but it was what it was. There were a few times that there were close calls until he joined the Springclan and once he joined he gained his warrior name Luminescence. Although on the smaller side this tom makes up for his size with boundless energy and being very quick on his paws. All he wishes to do is prove himself and show he is capable of doing anything.

LUNARPOEM roleplayed by PAO
The moon is a poem. She speaks her words in a whisper, quietly to the stars around her. They whisper back in song, telling of stories long gone. She's seen it all, watched over the world in the night sky. She whispers to the lovers, the dreamers, the poem writers. A lunar sight with a story to tell. A moon so full and beautiful that she draws all eyes. But it is her words that are spoken that they do not hear. Poems that float by on the breeze, unanswered and ignored. Lunarpoem has been one of the few cats to listen to the poems told by the moon. Her pale, ice-blue eyes are closed to the world as she sits, listening to the world around her. She hears the laughter from the tree's leaves, the echo of the stream, and the poems from the moon herself. In her family, it is nothing new to love the world around them as she does. Her great-grandfather instilled that into them all, the call of the stars, the whispers fo the woods, and the poems of the night. Lunarpoem is no different. But her focus is on the night sky and the moon who whispers the best secretes. Being a quiet cat herself, this black she-cat finds peace in the comfort of the moon's light. Once she'd heard her first poem, she fell in love with them. She tends to speak in the style, thus confusing many around her and feeling outcasted. But her mother has shown her love and has learned her language. They understand finding the love in the sky and nature's light. To hear the voice of the world whispered to you in a poem of words. Sunrisemosaic raised her daughter well, and Lunarpoem is nothing short of a beauty who speaks in riddles and observes the world. Lunarpoem is a gift, quiet and blessed. Daughter of two brothers and the cat they loved, she may not remember the two toms, but she's heard their stories. And sometimes, she thinks she can hear their whispers in the night air.

"Don't wait for the knight in shining armor. His armor is shiny because he has never been to war. Instead, look for the knight with torn and tattered armor. He is the one who knows how to fight and is sure to be the one who can keep you safe from harm." Maskedknight, much like his name suggests is a knight in disguise, protecting and helping all he can in secrecy. His armor beaten and broken he comes off harsh and unfriendly while upholding his morals. Because of his hardened personality though he is often labeled as the bad guy, unapproachable and receives the brunt of others unkindness.

Born and raised on the streets, it was only a matter of time before Newsnarl ended up in a rogue gang. Yet after his recruitment, he soon discovered the ruthless hostility of the group even among its own members. He was expected to fall in line, commit any sin it took to ensure the gang’s prosperity or suffer the consequences of disobedience. So he fled. The fear that the rogues of his past might come after him still haunts him to this day, but now he has a real home in SpringClan. He feels grateful to have been accepted into the clan and puts his best effort forth as a warrior. He’s almost always hunting, patrolling, or practicing his skills in combat. He loves to be around his clanmates and socialize, but he doesn’t go out of his way to make friends either. When he’s in a good mood, Newsnarl acts smug and playful, but he can do a 180 from the slightest of things. Hot-headed, tactless, abrasive, and loud are the traits that usually show the most. He says things he doesn’t mean and acts out, only to regret everything once he’s alone. Apologizing is something he avoids. The anger issues stem from his countless insecurities, which are mostly baseless. Even when he knows he’s good at something, if he’s not the best in the clan, then he must be the worst. Newsnarl is an attractive (though he doesn’t believe it) ginger tabby with honey-colored eyes.

A black she-cat with hints of red in her fur when the light hits a certain way and pale blue eyes, she is a ferocious she-cat who holds no qualms about making her opinion heard and her perspective made plain for all to see. Though she was not born to SpringClan, it has quickly become her home and she bears no intention or remote desire to leave. Though she can at times appear cold and aloof, she loves her family dearly, particularly her daughter, and would fight the most chilling of demons to ensure the survival of those weaker than herself.

SERVALSWIPE roleplayed by IAN
A lavender ocicat with large, yellow-golden eyes that are rimmed with thick smudges of black. His eyeliner is the darkest part of him, the rest of his body's spots swirling in shades of brown, but never black. No matter how old he gets, he still has a baby face, something that he's not super fond of whatsoever. He says it means he gets taken less seriously, but his lack of seriousness probably roots in his golden retreiver personality more than anything else. Although he tries his best to focus, often times, it feels as if there is not a single thought in his head, which means he walks around the clan with an airheaded bliss more often than he doesn't. A very go with the flow creature, he is the kind of cat that could get easily absorbed into a group where he could serve as the comic relief.

SOFTPELT roleplayed by JETCLAW
Softpelt has grown used to shifting with the times, though she hopes to once again let herself take root in the place she called home before. She's a soft kind cat, her kittypet roots clear in her fluffy white appearance and demeanor. She wound up in FallClan for a time upon seeing their struggle without a medicine cat. Given her caring nature, and her passing familiarity with herbs Softpelt took up the position of medicine cat to help these cats. However, when she sensed the tensions getting too high in FallClan, and Inksplash felt spurned by the cat she was falling for, Softpelt and her daughter decided it was time to return home to SpringClan. Her greatest strength is handling kits, having mothered and served as a teacher to kits before. Her blue eyes are soft and welcoming to anyone.

THE CROW roleplayed by SHADOW
BIRTH OF THE LEGEND ➤ Before darkness and the subtle scent of decay, there was light and joy, twinkling bright under the rising and setting suns and moons of another world. That time is long gone, now; a mere memory, kept alive by those who refuse to forget. And for those who keep his memory alive, he returns after each Harvest Moon, a silent defender, a crow in the night watching over those who are worthy in his heart and his eyes, and eliminating those who pose a threat to the souls he has safeguarded since the destruction of who he once was and the birth of the living legend he now is.

He's the same, yet not. After having resolved a conflict with his tormentors from his long-forgotten past, Viperstream returns to SpringClan as a renewed cat. Apart from a few recent scars on both his flanks and back, he retains the same features - a lean, blue-eyed tom with long legs. However, in his absence, SpringClan had changed. With Thistlestar gone and new leadership in command, Viperstream wishes to return as a mentor to the younger generation and share his knowledge of the world. Just as before, he is still in search of that "one" he can settle down with and start a family.

He used to be the outcast, constantly having to challenge himself, proving to himself, his family, his so called clan-mates that he belonged. Now Warmglow has found his own family, where he can be himself, even if he's still one of the last picked from the pack. The large, bright red warrior can always be seen with a smile on his face and reflected in his happy green eyes, often times with a fresh catch in his maw, striving to do the best that he can for his new home. Though he was able to forgive the cats from his home clan after he left, he will never forget the bullying he was put through for his odd gait. And now no one questions his abilities, having shown to be worthy of a warrior amoung the warm hearts of his new home.

“I can be serious… when I want to be.” Witty, playful, and mischievous. His favorite pastime is to play pranks on others and he can rarely be found where he should be. His time-keeping skills are atrocious and not by mistake. He simply does not like the confines of such meddlesome things like time. In fact, this tom hates being confined or chained to any one thing or being. He is charming, good at getting his way, and a bonafide silver tongue. He is generally good-natured in his pranks and day-to-day life, but will not hesitate to manipulate others to get what he wants. If someone or something stands in his way he will try to take it out and he will not sit idly by, but he would rather move from the shadows and use his words than take any kind of physical action. He is very protective of what he has and what he desires, the trick is getting through all the opaque layers to figure out his truest desires.

ZENGARDEN roleplayed by SHADOW
A grey tom with white patches along his body and white spirals along his tail, forelegs, and backlegs, as well as calm lilac eyes like waters reflecting a particularly beautiful sunrise, he is a SpringClan tom through and through, born and raised, and adores his homeland. Calm, peaceful, and often considered to be of sage wisdom, he's approached by many, not just his family, for advice and to lend an ear to their troubles. He is fiercely protective of his family, most especially his daughter, Sakura, and will fight to the death for his clan.

A white and charcoal bengal she-cat with a complicated past and an even more complex future.

ZIDIAN roleplayed by SHADOW
A white and charcoal bengal she-cat who was trained from a young age to be the guardian and guide to Madame Ziyuan's son, Riverlotus. What the future has in store for her only one knows.

(MADAME) ZIYUAN roleplayed by SHADOW
A black, gold, and soft crimson bengal she-cat with electric lilac eyes and a temperament as quick and merciless as a blaze being set in a dry wood.
Representing the element of water, Chrysoprasetear has a sensitive and intuitive temperament. Her great ability to listen and analyze others allows her to develop extraordinary communication gifts. Not made for competition, she has a penetrating and clairvoyant spirit, supported by a gift of observation which makes her sometimes able to anticipate events before they’re realized. Possessing an inclined mind to influence others indirectly, especially when it comes to applying her analysis and vision. Patience is her asset in case of conflict. Her discretion and sense of diplomacy allows her to easily interfere with the source of the problems she faces in order to better solve them. It’s her way of preparing the ground while waiting for the right moment and the right place before taking action. However, she can also at times be too tolerant with her surroundings, to the point of sometimes being overcome by the situation she faces. Otherwise secretive and enigmatic, she has a propensity to depression, and struggles with a lack of determination, especially when unexpected or disturbing events disrupt her tranquility. Bio made by ѕнαdow✩.
MENTOR: Lunarpoem

KITSUNEPAW forest roleplayed by SHADOW
A white she-cat with bright red markings on the tips of her ears, her paws much like gloves, her face in ornate detail and the base of her abdomen where her tails begin, she is a kind, gentle, quiet feline unless otherwise provoked, in which she seems to hold the power of controlled anger so cold it could induce frostbite in the hottest of temperaments. LAVENDERPAW badger roleplayed by NOVA
Much like the flower she was named after, Lavenderbadger exudes an air of calmness all around her. She lives for today and doesn’t worry about what tomorrow might bring. Her black and white coat is constantly covered in various flower petals. Laying around in the flower fields of Springclan is her favorite pastime, and she’ll sometimes forget to return home. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of her clanmates would drag her back into the camp. Lavendarbadger just laughs it off, not even bothering to clean the petals from her pelt. Much like her father, Honeycream, this tuxedo she-cat is a romantic. A hopeless romantic at that. Lavenderbadger has always dreamed of what her perfect romance would look like, and though each time the scenarios all look different, it lives the she-cat sighing wistfully. After all, what’s not to love about love? A bit of a free spirit, this cat sways to the beat of her own drum with not a care in the world.
MENTOR: Cardinalsong

SERPENTINEPAW terra roleplayed by SHADOW
Representing the element of earth, Serpentineterra is more receptive and sensitive than her siblings. Serious and introspective, she is a balanced and stable feline who carries her insight, reasoning and foresight proudly. Pragmatic, she is endowed with remarkable strength and unparalleled strength of character. Despite her confidence, she’s actually quite timid, acting and progressing in life through a series of reasoned instructions that she writes for herself and follows to the letter, which while enabling her to achieve her goals, can also be stifling. She has a rather calculating mind, surprisingly gifted for organization and has the memory of an elephant.
MENTOR: Lunarpoem

SHARPPAW stream roleplayed by WOOF
One eye an icy blue and the other an earthy green, Sharpstream is living proof of the thin line between heaven and earth. She's wrapped in her mother's pretty ivories, but finding any other mementos she inherited from Dancingdragon would take a truly catastrophic misstep on your part. Docile and down to earth, she's more like Goldengriffon in that regard, maintaining her father's amiability, curiosity, and charisma with only a dash of his anxiety. She can often seem like she got the best of both of her parents, but churning below the surface is an inescapable riptide reserved for those that cross her, her family, or her clan. Though quiet like a stream babbling through the woods, be warned: Even gentle waters can carve through rock.
MENTOR: Cardinalsong

SKUNKPAW flower roleplayed by PAO
Who names their kit Skunkkit? Well Honeycream and Faithfulfeather did and the poor tom has been made fun of for it ever since. The fluffy tom has a white underbelly and legs with black across his back, the opposite coloring of a skunk, but similar enough that he's parents thought it was a fitting name. The only blessing is he got his dad's pretty bluebell eyes and those stand out from the black fur around his eyes. While his parents are proud of him, of his name, and everything he does, the poor tom known as Skunkflower is embarrassed by them and his name. He doesn't smell, actually likes to roll in flowers so he smells like them and nothing like a skunk, but he's name still gets him made fun of and teased as though he does. Poor Skunkflower ahs a permanent blush on his face from his parents' and tehri embarrassing ways as well as the embarrassment of his name. Always embarrassed, the tom has developed a tough skin and decided he's not that lucky. How could he be with a name like his? Plus he's kind of clumsy like his dad but that's due to having an extra toe on his front paws. So really, he tries to avoid his family, and to avoid the embarrassment that's sure to follow with his lovey-dovey parents. He loves them. don't get him wrong, but he just wishes they weren't so embarrassing to be around.
MENTOR: Zengarden

SOFTPAW briar roleplayed by NOVA
There’s no denying her lineage. Her golden tabby coat is an identical match to her fathers, and her fluffy pelt comes straight from her mother. From the moment she opened her baby blue eyes everyone in the clan assumed she’d be just like her father, Goldengriffon. It was why her mother had given her the prefix “Soft”. How wrong they had been. Softbriar may look like her father, but her attitude is all Dancingdragon. This fiery she-cat doesn’t know what it means to sugar-coat things. She’s blunt, abrasive, and knows exactly who she is. As an apprentice she had a bad habit of flaunting the fact that her father was the deputy, and often thought she could get away with anything. How wrong she had been. But even though she learned her lesson, that didn’t change much. Softbriar’s best weapons are her claws and her tongue. One wrong move, and she won’t hesitate to put a cat in their place.
MENTOR: Blackberry

SOURPAW patch roleplayed by RACER
First he is sour... then he's sweet... Sourkit can be a bit hard to figure out. He is always the first to lash out or say something mean, yet in the same breathe you can't stay angry with him. Able to make even the most hardened of hearts melt with his cute expressions and how sweet he can be. Just be careful letting him get to close, he has a habit of biting when you least expect it. He has a beautiful golden coat, with white markings as pure as newly fallen snow.
MENTOR: Zengarden

SWEETPAW sacrifice roleplayed by SHADOW
A statue etched from obsidian marble and gold, she likes to present herself as the perfect being, at least on the outside. What rages within is a terrifying beast of great magnitude who's waiting to be unleashed and devour the world whole. All with a smile, of course, right alongside the only ones who matter most to her: her family.
MENTOR: Zengarden

VERMILIONPAW inferno roleplayed by SHADOW
Representing the element of fire, Vermilioninferno is a courageous, open-minded gender fluid feline who prides themselves’ on being funny and passionate, looking great and brimming with vitality. Generous, adventurous and enthusiastic, he is a charismatic leader, gifted for communication. Generally focused on action, while her ambition and thirst for success seems limitless, she is positive, dynamic and dominating, a natural leader who spontaneously encourages confidence in his littermates. Yet, while they seem open to dialogue, deep down within themselves, they only trust their own perception of things. Always bubbling with ideas, his thirst for innovation is so great that he often takes unreasonable risks to the point of endangering his own well-being. Her need for recognition being almost unlimited, even if she suffers several failures as a result, she always finds the strength to start afresh. As for the negative light, they can at times show a violent side, or at least an authoritarian one, where in moments of conflict, they can either indulge in destructive anger or leave the stage after having lit it, leaving room for darkness and cold.
MENTOR: Blackberry

ZIRCONPAW ore roleplayed by SEEKER
Representing the element of metal, Zirconore acts as a protective shield for their siblings, carrying the traits of loyalty as well as rigidity. Meticulous and precise, they have a purposeful and calculating mind, never reluctant to carry out actions requiring a long term investment. When they have a goal in mind, they tend to act without hesitation, according to their own plan of action, refusing any concessions or compromises. Ambitious, their ideas are decided and they only understand concrete actions. Much more individual than collective, Zirconore seldom solicits the help of others, preferring to solve their problems on their own. Lucid, determined and sometimes radical, they generally prefer to trust their own judgment. Subject to a constant back and forth between a moderate mistrust, which is naturally part of their temperament, and an acute paranoia of others, which is quite difficult for their siblings.
MENTOR: Blackberry

CHAOS MAGIC + A red somali she-cat whose coat appears to glow in crimson under the sun and dark blue eyes that are bright and light around the pupil, for many, she is a villain, a creature who creates only pain and destroys all that is built. For those who love her, truly love her, she is more than the mask she wears to defend herself. The young kitten within her fractured and bruised heart longed for nothing, as she believed she had everything; as she grew, all that she had and knew was ripped away from her, tortured out of her, bled to break her down. Now, in her sanctuary, she will fight and destroy anything that stands in her way of her happiness and anyone who dares to take her family from her again.

Dominantly orange tortoiseshell she-cat with pale green eyes. Incredibly shy and soft-spoken. Tends to bite when she’s nervous, whether its a soft nibble on her own paw or a bite on someone else’s tail. Can be very spirited sometimes depending on the situation. Always tries her best no matter what the situation is.

CEDARKIT flame roleplayed by ALLIE
A fiery red tabby she-cat with bright green eyes. Found abandoned on the edge of Springclan territory, Cedar is lucky and grateful just to be alive. She is energetic, loud and boisterous and often is reprimanded for scaring away nearby prey. Others worry she will never make it in the clan, but she is committed to being the best. Cedar is seemingly fearless, but being abandoned took its toll, and she worries she'll never be wanted or accepted. Regardless, she would never let anyone know, and portrays confidence in all that she does. Cedar has a huge heart and cares deeply for those around her. She is strong, quick-witted, and selfless, making her a noble warrior.

CHAIKIT effervesce roleplayed by GLAMOUR
A very pale golden-brown tabby tom with pale green-yellow eyes. White paints his chest, and coats his paws, and even smears across his mouth. At a glance there’s nothing special about the diluted tom, and yet something about him gives off a warm, inviting feeling that draws others to him. Something even he doesn’t understand. Not one to bask in the spotlight he would rather take a backseat to well, everyone. He believes his place is on the sidelines, rooting for the success of others with a warm and genuine smile on his face. Though he is soft spoken, he’s also outgoing.
LITTERMATES: Pepperkit, Cinnamonkit

CHAOSKIT tiger roleplayed by ASH
A tiny little flame, but a rather strong one at that. Chaos is a light based orange tabby with smoldering amber eyes. She has a lighter creamy hued colors that frame her eyes and muzzle with a white set of long whiskers. Her coat is short, but thick and glossy. Her sharp attitude gave her the name of Chaos at birth, as she was quick to assert her dominance over her two littermates, despite her being the smallest of the three. Chaos is a daredevil and will stick her nose into anything she finds interesting or exciting. Just because she is small, means nothing! Chaos will stand up for what she believes to be right, and will go to the ends of the forest for her family and clan.
LITTERMATES: Nimbuskit, ???

NIGHTKIT terror roleplayed by FLURRYOFSTARS
A brown tabby tom with bright green eyes. His body is on the smaller, leaner side of most of his peers, but it’s never held him back as a warrior. His speed and unpredictability allow him to succeed in fighting and hunting with relative ease; however, his skills tend to go unnoticed. Perhaps they are overshadowed by his boisterous personality. Overly-chatty, loud, and nosey, cats would be lucky not to deal with Nightterror. He’s very much the type that talks to hear his voice and nothing makes him happier than his own jokes. If it winds up in him crossing lines or insulting others, all the better. He goes out of his way to do so and he feels no guilt or shame for having fun because of it. Nightterror came to SpringClan as a kit, stolen from his mother by his rogue father and ditched on their border on the brink of death. The stench of blood clung to his fur—foreign from his own—a foreboding omen of what his life has in store for him. Also, for mysterious reasons, Nightterror sharpens the front claws on his left paw to be longer and sharper than the rest.
The broken bird. He served his clan as best as he could until the accident, and even then, struggled to make it as a loyal servant to his leader. But the damage was permanent, and although his spirit was crushed, akin to his leg, he has developed an easy and happy disposition from staying in the elders den. He proves to be a wise advisor for apprentices and warrior alike, and appreciates his position for what it is now rather than a banishment from being useful to his home. His long calico coat is always impeccably groomed, becoming a bit of an obsession for him in his ample free time since his early retirement. But the light of his warrior days remains in his hazel eyes, which always seem to be watching the camp entrance with a special interest, keeping his attention much more than it should.