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summerclan by sunlight
"the warm, proud, and free-spirited  OCCUPIED AND OPPRESSED."

Hi there! I see you've taken an interest in what was formerly SummerClan, but honestly, who wouldn't? We're used to be the clan of warmth and beauty, obviously: shining as bold and bright as the summer day, and as soft and elegant as the cool night. But our greatest strength was our pride and our free-spiritedness. Honestly, though, that feels like a long time ago. Nowadays, we tiptoe carefully, trying not to upset the NightClan cats who've taken over our homeland. We keep our once cheerful voices low, not even daring to whisper our dissent. The warmth of our clan is being choked by the blackness of night, and we aren't sure how much longer we can take this unending darkness.

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Leaf Fall



SummerClan has been taken over by NightClan. Who knows how long the occupation will last? With Rateye too injured to continue leadership and Devotedcrow unable to return home to assume his place as leader, the future of SummerClan is ooking uncertain.


24-31: chilly days, leaves start dropping


SummerClan are believers in StarClan, and hold fast to the warrior code, believing in honor and tradition. They are more welcoming of outsiders than other groups.

RED GUARD | A group of elite warriors who are in charge of protecting the leader, deputy, and medicine cats. Handpicked from the most talented and loyal cats of the clan, they lead the charge into battle and are depended on to keep the clan's well-being safely guarded.

GARDEN KEEPERS | Garden Keepers are in charge of tending the various herbs and flowers that are grown in the cultivated gardens. They are knowledgable about plants and often help the Medicine Cat in gathering, using, and maintaining herbs. They also decorate camp for the various seasons and help run the seasonal festivals.


Mate: None / no one

[plot leader only. real leader is woof ]
Impeccably sharp with his short, dense blue coat and white toes, Stormstar is an incredibly handsome tom. He has the proper formal look of a former Commander, well-groomed and clean, with a prideful lean neck tall enough to look over his heads of many of his shorter groupmates. His coat isn't dark as some of the tunnel dwellers, but he was born on the surface high above and many leagues away, where his dark fur melted into the shade of the juniper bushes and the cool reflection of the lake. It doesn't match his new territory either, but he adjusted long ago. Syndactyl, he only has three white toes on each forepaw, plus his dewclaw. Stormstar's charisma is matched by his wit and he's quick with a flirty joke; his flashy nature keeps him in the spotlight where he loves to be. He doesn't fit into crowds as well as his brother Fujin, even when he laughs he feels the separation and can't quite manage the same level of levity, but nonetheless most forget to notice his discomfort. His deep blue gaze is intense, alluring and playful and dangerous -- dangerous, because he has a strong sense of humor, but a weak grasp on morality. He spent a few moons in the League which only eroded his few moral qualms even further, leaving his siblings without a care at all, and him reluctantly clinging to the few honorable tenants he knew. There's always been a hint of weakness in him he can't break, a hesitation when it comes to purely serving his own self, that nags at him in the night. He can't quite become ruthless, but he's a free cat, and he doesn't like restrictions either. Approaching the Regime was his test, motivated by a fleeting hope the strict order would push some sense into his mind, or else drive him absolutely mad. He can't be convinced it has done either. Raijin leans into the chaos, he tastes the wilderness and yearns for more, and he can't deny its call. His public persona is far more outgoing than the cat in private: alone with a friend, he relaxes, and he becomes softer. The intensity never leaves him, never fades from his enchanting eyes, but he's warm and excitable and honest -- he's open, and when his openness is received well, he swoons. Raijin is a romantic at heart and he always dreams of the next step, of finding the perfect cat to spend his life with. He knows most of the cats he falls for won't return his feelings or will inevitable crush his heart, but he doesn't mind; isn't a minute of love worth the heartbreak? He refuses to stop giving his heart away. It's his own fault, really, that he is so easily enchanted. He has no respect for personal space, sometimes seems to lack understanding of it entirely, and isn't afraid to admit his innermost feelings to a stranger. He has little restraint and any cat that listens delights him almost as much as he is overjoyed to hear their stories. He is his own demise, but he doesn't mind; he's the storm and chaos and he lets it all go. Nothing ever lasts forever, not even love. If he is deeply entangled in his heartstrings today, tomorrow he will set his sights on someone else. Nothing in his life has been permanent, not even his leadership. He pushes himself to try new things and he loves to explore boundaries, because not even consequences will last him. After he escaped the Regime's prison he was forced to recover with barn cats for a few moons, his body bruised from his getaway that torrential night, but once he found his freedom he set out for the clans. Flamingstar was only his friend, and he knew she wouldn't turn him away if he wanted to be at her side. The window for romance between them has long since closed, but he doesn't mind having her as an ally while he gathers his bearings and wonders where the storm will take him next.



Mate: None / No one

[ plot deputy is non-existant. real deputy is sunlight ]

deputy? deputies are for independent clans. losers.

Mate: Phantomfox (unwillingly)

[ plot medicine cat only. real medicine cat is baewolf ]
Jealousy is a powerful motivator, and Pinesimmer has plenty of it. Aspendust should never have become leader, and he isn't entirely sure how she managed it. There must have been a mistake somewhere, and he can't look at her without some internal disgust in his pine green eyes, someone so lowly in his rightful place. He isn't sure how his family doesn't see it either. He can play nice enough, though. For a time. It's incredibly easy to set him off, his temper always simmering beneath his brown pelt, with it's light and dark speckles that give him an appearance similar to treebark. Even without trying, his leader sister easily seems to set him off, and he is constantly working to ruin all the things she does, whether in her personal life, or for NightClan as a whole, despite his family's displeasure.



MATE: None / No one

[ there currently is no mca ]

you may not have had a medicine cat apprentice when we got here, but we would've demoted them too.




With just a single glance, it’s hard to understand why she received the name Bubblechaser. The color of her eyes - a beautiful blue that perfectly compliments the siamese blood running through her - could easily explain the ‘bubble’ prefix, but chaser? It’s not like this she-cat is extremely outgoing, not anymore than your typical warrior anyway. So, what was it that this seal-point siamese was chasing? Is it perhaps something that only she can see? Well, in a way this may be true. Once you get to know her, it becomes quite clear what she’s after: her mother’s affection. From a young age, all she ever wanted was the praise of Quietmeadow, her mother, but her best was never enough, and she was always ignored, or rewarded with the harshest of criticisms. Every word lodged its way into Bubblechaser’s heart, digging their blades deeper and deeper. The only thing that she could do was work even harder, pushing herself to do even better. Some might think that she’s too hard on others, but that’s nothing compared to what she puts herself through. In her mind, she will never be enough, and there’s always that whisper of doubt in her mind telling her so. That no matter how hard she works, no one will ever care. Maybe that’s why she strives for recognition, why she would do whatever it takes to gain the approval of those around her. She is a people pleaser through and through, even if her reasons might be selfish.

A grey tabby with peach patches and white on the muzzle with green eyes. Fallenredemption was born in Earthclan and is the son of Mintlynx and Willowwhisper as well as the nephew of Firerush. When things started to fall apart in Earthclan Fallen followed his mother out of the clan and into the wild. The pair lived as loners while Fallen tried to figure out which clan to go to when Willow told her son that she was in fact sick and couldn't be healed. Fallen found refuge in an old abandoned shed where he would hunt and care for his mother. When the time came for Willow to pass she told Fallen to go live his life and follow where his heart lead him. That same night he stayed vigil for his mother before burying her and moving on. Taking sometime on where to live Fallen finally decided on settling in Summerclan where he hopes to make his life one worth living for and to change the lives of those around Willow had. He is a kind hearted tom with a clever mind and quick reflexes.

ORCHIDDROP - sunlight
Orchiddrop is the opposite of her sister, Rosethorn- she is generally slower to speak, more reserved and thoughtful. She internalizes things more deeply and second-guesses herself. It has gotten her in trouble before, like when she first became pregnant by Crow during Summerclan's lockdown- then an outsider- and foolishly believed everyone would judge her. She took a Summerclan tom, Goldenshadow, as her mate, but suffered threats and physical violence at his hands during her pregnancy. With the help of Ratstar, Rosethorn, and Crow, the issue was resolved, but the scars on Orchiddrop's psyche lasted long after. The white-furred warrior is a renowned warrior, strong and strategic, loyal and driven. Crossing over one of her sapphire eyes is a scar from her childhood, when she defended her sister from the rogues that killed her parents. Over the course of her life, through her trials and her failures, Orchiddrop has become a steady, strong presence, more given to mercy than anger, more to understanding than judgment. She has learned the value of deep roots and community, through extending kindness to others. Though she has her regrets, she could not have become the devoted warrior she is today without her trials by fire, and she loves her home all the more for the support it has given her.

RAVENMASK - whitemuzzle
So, you want to know about me? Well let’s see. As you can tell I’m a smoky gray tom with black patches of fur. I got my name from the black patch that covers my eyes and ears. Speaking of my eyes, their dusty blue color have already attracted some attention from some she cats. Just recently I was promoted to the rank of warrior. Some have described me as being a fun-loving cat who loves life. The world around me piques my curiosity and I long to explore it. I like making new friends and I’m not afraid to bend the Warrior code a bit when I think it needs it. Now don’t get me wrong! I’m very loyal to my clan, SummerClan. But hey, where’s the zest in life if you don’t let loose every once in a while, right? Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This isn’t too important to me but to some cats it is. I come from a long line of descendants who can trace their linage back to Graystar, a famous SummerClan leader. My mother, Ashensnow, was a granddaughter of Coalstripe, whose mother was Cometstream, Graystar’s daughter. So that’s enough about me. Tell me a bit about yourself. 



Poppymask has thick, cream-colored fur with auburn tabby markings on her back legs and around her bondi-blue eyes. She is average in height and build, although maybe a little on the chubby side. This she-cat has small, tufted ears and a stubby tail that swishes from side to side often, regardless of her present mood. She is very friendly but complains about pretty much everything. She has a bad habit of lying just to make herself look good or explain away some mistake. She does this so frequently that she even tricks herself into believing it. Poppymask is usually figured out pretty quickly, though, but will never remit her lies, no matter how outrageous. Her heart is in the right place but her shallowness makes it hard for her to make deep connections with other cats. As a result, she tends to come on strong: very chatty, very annoying. She is not a smart cat and tends to believe anything anyone tells her. This she-cat struggles with most jobs but is surprisingly skilled with tasks that require finesse. For example, she cannot take a step into the forest without making a racket, but she can weave together an impressive flower crown. Poppymask also has an affinity for plants and can recognize almost any flower or herb by scent or leaf alone, which is perhaps her most useful skill, and proof that there is more to this she-cat than just what meets the eye.

ROSETHORN - sunlight

Life has been harsh for Rosethorn, but she's taken every lesson learned and branded it on her soul. Those who look at her see a self-assured and resilient she-cat, but her happiness hasn't come easily. Her childhood struggles with comparison to her sister taught her to love her unique talents and strengths, her strained relationship and reconciliation with Orchiddrop etched into her soul the importance of family- and Summerclan's support and love of her taught her the importance of found family, too. Her stillborn kits imbued her with her passionate and fierce love of her living son, her time spent in Nightclan recovering from her grief deepened her love of Summerclan. Her stepping down from her deputy position taught her that authority isn't exempt from making mistakes, and her mate's infidelity doubled her determination to never let herself be disrespected again. Life hasn't offered Rosethorn much kindness, but the cats around her have, and Rosethorn tries her hardest to extend that kindness to others. Witty, sarcastic, sociable, and self-assured, this cream and gray she-cat has never been afraid to speak her mind. Her born talents are her perceptiveness, her intelligence, and her social nature- her hard-won qualities are her resilience, her love for family and clan, and her ability to accept her mistakes as part of who she is. Rosethorn is passionate about who she is and the clan she loves, and the lessons life has taught her time and time again have brought beauty from the pain.

A dusty orange she-cat with black paws, hazel eyes, and a generally cheery disposition. When the sickness came to WaterClan, she, along with some of her family, chose to flee to SummerClan. Daughter of Phoenixriver and Lightningswift.

Named after a known scavenging bird of prey, Vulturemalice has grown to be more than his name and legacy. More than just a bone finder, more than just the growing of his deadly plants. Becoming a medicine cat has changed the tom, and for the better. He had learned more than just herbs and healing, he’s learned empathy, something he had always lacked in his younger days. Though he will always be the grumpy, hot-headed tom that he is, he has felt the sweet touch of love and the warm embrace of family, and that is what has made Vulturemalice into the cat that he is today. A long, lean body with a coarse creamy white pelt splashed with a muddy grey-brown color, he is dull compared to most. His most striking features are his angular face and upturned olive eyes, almost always squinted in annoyance. But where there used to be a scowl on his white maw, there now is an almost smile, edging at the corners of his pale lips. He has longer incisors than most, peeking out under the edges of his lips and making him look even more feral than his already messy, thin pelt. Though despite his newfound look on life, he is still the cat that everyone knew him to be. Having a fascination with bones and decaying things helped the tom learn alot about cats anatomy, only helping him to become the great medicine cat that he is today. He has a knack for growing things, even in the worst of conditions, though mainly showing an affinity for the more deadly herbs to be used at his disposal. He has learned many ways to use poisons to help deaden feeling to allow him to fix a wound or set a bone without the added sleepiness of poppy, making him a prodigy in his line of work. Throughout his medical career, he made the unholy mistake of falling in love, but it was never a mistake to begin with. Those moments were some of the ones that changed the tom into the stoic medicine cat that he is today. His love is hard earned but well worthed, willing to lay down his life for those that he loves. Vulturemalice is fierce and protective, but soft and sweet when the time calls. He can’t smell rosemary or marshes, or even look at the stars without remembering someone that changed him, and will always be grateful for those times. He is complicated in so many ways, but so simple in others. He’s just Vulturemalice, a medicine cat of SummerClan until the day he leaves this world to enter StarClan. Hopefully his name will be among the greats.


A floofy, big-boned she-cat with a pale calico pelt that's a smattering of star-swept black, moon glitter white, and galactic fire spat in between the spaces. Her nose and paw pads have the distinctive freckling of her father, Doefreckle, and her pelt has the tendency towards tangling that her mama Beetuft's had, always a branch or river to be found within, but those bewitching fern-green eyes are all her. An oddity by clan standards, you wouldn’t get far asking anyone in SummerClan what they know about Bluebelldream, if they know of her at all. She’s always found more solace in the open meadows and shrouded pockets of forests than in camp, and as such she stopped living in camp around apprentice age and never looked back since that day, over time creating her own hut in the deep of SummerClan territory near the FallClan border where the land is boggy and murky. Always an odd sort, the solitude is the most comforting thing she's ever experienced in her life, just her and her toads and the bubble of her pond. When she does venture away from her little piece of heaven, she’s certainly a sight to see - bumbling around, mud matted, a hum on her lips, but somehow graceful all the same, floating through the flowers like an extension of the breeze. There’s something intoxicating about her. She’s fully comfortable in who and what she is, untouched by social expectations, and never strives to be more, do more, want more. She lives simply, in tune with nature and the cycle of life. You’d think her stupid in her simplicity, but behind her backwoods upbringing and lack of convention, there’s a mythical quality to her, like she’s someone capable of treading the line between fact and fantasy.

Cinderflower may never be the brightest or the most talented, but you'd be hard pressed to find someone more warm and welcoming. In terms of appearance, Cinderflower is cute- a little pudgy, with short, soft gray fur and big amber eyes that are always bursting with excitement or anticipation. She feels the ups and downs of life very keenly, brought to the heights of joy by a simple gift from a friend and plummeted to the depths of despair by a faintly cutting remark or criticism. She loves her family and friends with a pure and devoted heart, and lacks ulterior motives in anything she does. It's easy to convince Cinderflower to do or think anything- but it would make one feel a little guilty, manipulating someone so gentle and naive. Despite her energy and outgoing nature, Cinderflower is decidedly unathletic, winded by a simple game of chase.

Craftedbubble is an agender brown bengal with teal-blue eyes. They take very little seriously, including themself. Well, mostly themself. They are dramatic enough to appall any natural born drama queen and are not afraid to shout their woes from the rooftops. "Cursed I have been to wander this cold earth alone - no lover, no mother, no friends - oh woe is me," but it is truly all in good fun. They were a kitty pet but their owner passed away suddenly and she had no family or friends to take Craftedbubble in either so they escaped the former home and set out on their own. To carve their own Destiny and make their way in the world. When they found Summerclan it quickly became obvious they were not suited for the life of a warrior, the thought of blood and gore horrified them and they passed out at the mere sight of it. So, they became a garden keeper and they have loved their job ever since. Not only do they enjoy keeping things neat and tidy but they love decorating and making their home absolutely beautiful and stunning. They also love wearing flower crowns and even the occasion bit of berry paint, even though body paint is not a common occurrence or tradition in summerclan. It makes them stand out and they love every minute of it.

A dainty white she-cat with long furs that often hide the fact that she is incredibly thin and lithe. Because of her thick fur, she appears to be an almost .... normal sized feline, but if she had short, thin fur, it would be clear that she would be borderline tiny. The second youngest of the first Crow and Orchiddrop litter, Eveninglily is a rather... odd cat. Known for her eccentric interests, she can often be found doing strange tasks like collecting snails. She's got an airy manner about her, and half of her personality is rooted in this vague floatiness. Prone to meltdowns if things don't go exactly her way, Eveninglily also has inherreted her mother's worrisome nature. This often leaves her at odds with her other, more adventurous siblings. A very loving feline, although she can't help but to show it in strange ways, like collecting treasures and giving them to her beloved.

A jet-black she-cat with sand-yellow eyes. Extremely energetic and talkative, tends to ramble on occasion...which is actually all of the time.

MALLOWMUSK - achromatic
She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She couldn't answer. When she was a kit, the world was in colour. Born in a litter of three, she had been close to her siblings, Juniperdust and Heathfire, and they were thick as thieves, always running here and there in search of one adventure or another. Of course, Juniperdust would always fight for the leader position of it all, and Heathfire always went along with what Juniperdust wanted, but Mallowmusk? She wasn't always ready to jump off the edge for the sake of her sister, and perhaps that was where it all went wrong. Always the perceptive one, she noticed the way her sister spoke to her, the way Juniperdust pushed her along the line, even when she was uncomfortable with it. At first, it wasn't too difficult to follow along, but as things progressed, she couldn't find it within her to remain a hostage of her sister's desires, and the moment she spoke up, the world turned black and white, the same as the colours of the patches on her pelt. It was difficult to know Juniperdust's love was conditional, but even harder when she still desires to earn it, something she's certain her brother judges her for. More quiet and anxious than her siblings, she's the kind to assess everyone's moods before interacting, to assess the situation completely before making a decision. Her blue eyes seem to flicker here and there, often holding a caged look within them despite herself. Perhaps she's overthinking everything, perhaps she's just anxious by nature, but Mallowmusk truly wishes she could go back to the days when things were colourful and bright, when there weren't any hidden snakes lurking in the underbush. She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She looked him in the eye. "I'm scared of being alone," she spoke, but the words never left her mouth.

NEBULOUSSIGHT - Shadowbladeღ
There was blurriness first. Then shapes and figures. Then nothing. First appearance, you'll notice he's not just tall, but towers over others. Sitting next to you, or walking by you, most cats still barely come to his chin. He is skinny, but perhaps thinner than he should be looking- more 'malnourished' as his frame has a very lean, and bit still lanky build. As he kit he hung around the medicine den a lot, the innocent interactions with Mintpaw (Rachii~) stole his heart in a crush he'd never know, and not just for being a medicine cat but she left his life not long after that. Just a kit and already the second (after his mother) of many he would lose; though he didn't it know it yet, like the ones he loved most were cursed. His more prominent concern was his blindness- at first there was some vision, then blurry shapes, then finally nothing. Darkness became a part of him by the time he became an apprentice. Nebulous was born with some blurry vision that didn't improve like his siblings or all the other kits. It stayed blurry and those around him feared it would only grow worse overtime and kept a close watch on him. Nebulous-sight dared to ask "what does 'going blind' mean?" and those around him knew it was inevitable, but all seem to hesitant to come up with an answer. Finally one brave soul gave him an honest, simple explanation. "Close one eye little kit, you no longer see anything not even darkness through that closed eye. To be blind is to see no longer see anything, even when your eyes are open" Easy enough for a kit to understand, but he still didn't panic as much, no the fear started small and grew as he became afraid his vision would fail. Everyone made a big deal about needed sight to everything, and overhearing cats talking about how he won't be able to see the clan's waterfalls or wildflowers didn't help either. He wanted to know what beauty looked like just like everyone else, to see and do everything, like everyone else. The kit sneaked out of camp, but of course Cloudysky(Youngwriterme) see the lost kit clueless as where he is even going, and attempt to take him back. Nebulous-sight prove to be a bit of a thorn in the side and show his determination as he does everything he can to run away and insists he must see the waterfalls and wildflowers. When they ask him why, he refuses to say first but breaks and tell them he has to see them before he goes blind. He tells Cloudysky his vision is already blurry and finally admits he just simply wants to see the flower because even he fears his vision is failing and he tells them they can't understand nor can he explain why he's so emotional about it but wants the last things he see to be the things that everyone calls 'beautiful' and 'wonderful' and persuades Cloudysky to go with them to escort him and go straight back to camp. While they are out, they are ambushed with Nebulous-sight getting scratched across the eyes and saved by Cloudysky as they fight off Haze and save him but also get hurt in the process. His wounds are severe and despite weeks of spiderweb blindfold and the diligent work of their medicine cat, it significantly worsen his sight and ends up completely blind. Nebulous-sight is angered and frustrated with himself and the face Haze is not found by later patrol and goes unpunished while he and Cloudysky are the ones who have to suffer the results of his actions. The harm that also came to Cloudysky makes him scorn everything including himself for not preventing it. Despite being the kit and Cloudsky the warrior, Nebulous swears to protect Cloudysky akin to a bodyguard and makes it oath to one day get his own justice and justice for all of those who are wronged as well. Nebulouspaw feels like he's disappointed his leader and mentor Whitesmoke/star (єяяσяιѕ/errors.) and does his best to impress her like the second mom and ironically right before his warrior ceremony he'd lose her too. He and Polargale's warrior induction is done by her successor Hawkfeather/star (Whitemuzzle.). He blames Polargale's loss and her unborn kits to the father of them and her mentor Ratway who always seemed up to shady mercenary stuff. He not his siblings (to his knowledge) never sought out his father but did meet Syndrome-enigma and learn of their other shared half-siblings with a passive friendship to them as he gets very attached to his family and friends shame they keep dying but does still takes a back seat to the rules when necessary. This is displayed when the great tragedy of 'The Flood' befell the Survival Clans effectively wiping out generations and most of the clans along with a second resurgence of Ripple Cough- his WaterClan half-brother Vanishingtrick comes to him first of all their half-siblings and the other clans. Vanish having been closest to his sister Crescentpool the only other sibling to live past warriorhood and see the fall of their clan with him bonded well with Nebulous who had lost many by this point in time. The unlikely duo truly became brothers then both thinking themselves very faithful, 'proper' warriors of the warrior code and all its rules. At least until Fairystar let his own personal problems blinded him into kicking out all the remaining survival clans cats that would cause a shift in Vanishingtrick. Although his WaterClan brother agreed to peacefully leave both regret choosing to abide by it and months of rebuilding and strengthen their faith started to unravel even for Nebulous-sight who questions the 'just' and 'fairness' of the decisions. Nebulous-sight's personality has become heavily influenced by impartiality due to the experience he had as a kit, and is determined to strive victory in matters dealing with it, or rather when he see a wrong than needs to be corrected, it becomes almost an obsession to correct it and will take matters into his own paws if it doesn't correct itself. Luckily Nebulous-sight is very logical and this is balance by his intuition and has compassion and a natural instinct to protect those around him that's only gotten stronger over time. That said, he is severely afflicted when someone betrays his trust, and even lying to him will not be taken lightly. He has no issue with harshly calling out others and holding them accountable - there is no escaping getting what you deserve with him and will result in long-term consequences. As harsh as he is, all damage can be rectified sometimes just by learning a lesson will cause him to lighten up and allow things to return to good terms. One virtue of all this is Nebulous-sight is brutally honest making him a good person to go to when needed, though a bit hard to be friends with as he won't lie to someone to make them feel better. He is careful not to say anything unless requested usually, so he dodges bringing unintentional offense /sometimes/. To add on to this, he does not appreciate gossip and refuses to even listen to rumors and would much rather go straight up to a cat and find out the facts than rely on hearsay - which just means if you hear anything from him, it probably is true. Unless he's been lied to - which will result in problems between him and the one who lied to him, but most cats don't want to go through the ordeal of angering him. Judgmental is an understatement of how he is and his black-and-white view of the world. He hates to admits the 'grey' areas of things and rarely will let go about what is right and wrong, but talking to him and challenging him can led to some negotiating and compromise. He is honest to others and himself, including judging others and himself. It's a little harder than it sounds and in his goals to be justice it self, he forgets to judge whether he is doing the right thing or if it is working. As a 'force of justice' and trying to be absolutely fair, he can lose himself and become a ruthless, merciless cat who forget that he doesn't have to take an 'eye for an eye' view of everything. Perhaps it's the inner PI cat in him, but taken out of the heat of the moment he can be talked down into a proper fair compromise that isn't as radical. Nebulous-sight sometimes needs to be kept in check, but at least he is mindful of how he judges or criticizes others and ensuring he keeps a balanced view. Nebulous-sight represents those who can lose their way because justice failed them in someway; he also serves as a voice for them as well. He may be blind, but his sense and ability seem extremely heighten in compensation and adaption for growing up with his blindness - which is fine to him. He's come to accept his blindness and believes one's vision will is clearest only when they can see past all the distractions and look directly into their own heart, and the hearts of others. Nebulous is pansexual, panromantic, and polyamorous, being affectionate to anyone he considers a friend which isn't hard to achieve and having little boundaries with himself receiving most actions positively while being careful and respectful of others who aren't the same. His direct nature makes things clear without always having to be said but isn't bothered to do so if it calls for it. His name 'Nebulous' was given due to the uncertain of what his future would be like, it means literally "in the form of a cloud or haze; hazy." Ironically, his attacker was named Haze and his childhood savior and later second love is named Cloudysky sharing the theme of ambiguity. Nebulous-sight is one of 23 cats based on the Tarot card; his card is Justice. Nebulous-sight is the son of Uta (of PI) and Vadima (of SummerClan). His littermates were Honeytongue, Concordfawn, Harpywing, Polargale, Wildfate, and Mistralcry.

PINETEMPEST - Honeystorm
A thick furred brown tabby tom with pale brown eyes and a white underbelly, chest, and paws. He was one of the first to suggest SummerClan when the sickness came, knowing of Lightningswift's connection to the clan, and was quick to join his family when they fled. Adopted son of Thunderstorm.

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.

Blue is often compared to a cloudless sky or rippling river, the feathers on a bluejay's wing or the transparency of a window. Sunpetal's blue gaze is neither serene nor transparent. It is the hard, impassable color of ice in a tundra, ice that is concealed under layers of snow, ice that has never experienced thaw. Her thoughts are nearly unreadable from the look in her eyes alone-- but Sunpetal's propensity towards loud, quick, and downright brutal honesty leaves nothing to the imagination. She's not afraid to speak her mind and has done so her whole life to little consequence. As the daughter of Poppymask and Ratstar, she's always gotten away with a lot more than the average SummerClan cat, particularly because she has her father wrapped around her dainty little paws. She's never been someone inclined to recognize boundaries unless they're her own (and she is very protective of her personal space). During her childhood she often disregarded the rules the clan had set in place to keep kits separate from clan meetings, usually interrupting them to address something she disagreed with. As much of an annoyance as this was for everyone else, it's made her acutely aware of how things are run in the clan and she's integrated that quality into her own repertoire, a natural born leader who takes control of a room with ease. Physically, she stands on the shorter side and has a plump appearance, owing to her thick, fluffy cream fur, but she's not purely ornamental. Her body is relatively lean with solid muscle mass hidden by her thick pelt, aversion to work, and a startling tactical brilliance. She has a distinct facial mask of a fiery cinnamon tincture, and the same hue threads itself through the fur on her ears, paws, and her feathery tail. There are only a few cats who get to know the real her, the one buried under a carapace of snark and sass, but those who do stick around despite her rough exterior will see a glimpse of the real Sunpetal that just wants someone to show they really, truly care. Someone that sees her not for being Ratstar's daughter or Poppymask's mini-me, not for her dramatics and alligator tears, but for her iron will and honest heart. Sunpetal just wants to be seen in a world where it's all too easy to blend into the crowd.

Wisteriawish has kept the same bubbly, childish appearance and personality she's had since childhood, though along the way she developed a keen desire to be popular and the center of all her social circles. With cotton-like gray and white fur and wide honey colored eyes and a never-fading smile, this garden keeper is pretty well-liked and a good source of gossip. It's rare to see her actually lift a paw to do anything, but she can smile and wink her way out of any trouble she gets into. 


MARKEDPELT - jetclaw
Markedpelt is a dark brown tabby tom with black stripes and a tuft of black fur on each ear with amber eyes. Long ago he was once a loner, the evidence of his past life shown in the scars on his back and shoulders, marking up his pelt as he'd done his best to save a kit only to be scarred for his efforts. But that doesn't get the tom down, and he wears his scars with honor and pride. He is boisterous, kind and steadfast in his desire to help others even if it might seem pointless. There was a time it looked like he'd be SummerClan leader, before learning of a prophecy that foretold Ratstar's arrival and he jumped to ensure the tom took up leadership. Markedpelt prefers to let his good deeds and respect he earns be proof of his success in life. He will help SummerClan however he can, but he knows the path of leadership isn't for him.


He is an intense believer in the physical realm — the grass beneath his paws, the sun hanging above his head, the soft cry of a kit being born. He pays little mind to religious matters, a stern and devout atheist, and while he is not dumb or inarticulate, the subtle intricacies of the world are lost on him. He is known for his steaming hot head and war hawk personality, ready to leap to his paws and defend himself at every minor transgression, challenging authority when he disagrees with their opinion. It has landed him into trouble more than once, but his unvanquished rage defines him. Too much time spend thinking is frustrating to such a hands-on tom, who would rather face his enemy in a fight than negotiate with them; he backs up his statements with power. Ragingspire is not an overly violent or angry cat. He stands up for himself, though, and won't let anyone push him or his clan around. Fiercely loyal and dedicated, none can question his devotion to his clan, or his heart. Passion is not always a bad thing, and has served him well on more than one occasion. His fire stems from his emotional side, and in the end he is a family man, though valuing kin above clan is a difficult struggle for him. The only reason he exhibits such explosive fury or opinions is because he cares deeply for the cats around him, and he does not play Devil's Advocate — his opinion, when expressed, is fully his own. Despite being born to a clan leader a part of him has always felt an outsider, laying on uncertain ground as his clanmates question his swelling bitterness, and he is determined to prove he deserves this place in the clan. Ragingspire has earned respect for himself, and none will try and rob him of his pride; if they do, they'll be sorry. A hard and fierce body is contained beneath a dark golden-brown tabby coat, deeper than his father Currentstrike's.

RATEYE (STAR) - woof
A warrior name that truly speaks for itself. A slender and scraggly light-brown tabby with a single, shifty yellow-green eye, Rateye fits the part of his namesake in every conceivable way. Cunning and quick-witted, he prefers to solve problems with words over claws, and if those fail, the light-footed tom uses his sharp reflexes to make up for his lack of muscle for a speedy exit. Despite being raised by his father from a young age after his mother's untimely death, he doesn't consider his youth in the twolegplace to be a particularly tragic story; constant death, brawls, starvation, and struggling to survive is just the way life is lived among loners and rouges, which makes his sudden rise from rouge to clan leader an even more astounding one. As competition for food in the twolegplace grew more and more vicious, Rateye knew deep down that he would not likely survive the next leafbare on his own. But just as he was ready to accept his fate, he began to have dreams of starry ghosts that seemed almost too fantastical to be real. Unbeknownst to him, his grandmother had been a Summerclan warrior, and now that forgotten bloodline had completely changed the course of his destiny. The dreams eventually led him to a small patrol, who declared that Starclan had chosen him to lead Summerclan. Caught up in the whirlwind of prophecy and fate, the lowly Rateye was now Ratstar, and was unceremoniously thrust into the responsibility of caring for an entire clan of cats. To his surprise, Ratstar was welcomed with relatively open paws, and given a new home and a second chance that most cats could only dream of. A down-to-earth, laid-back, and all-around friendly guy, Ratstar tends to treat every member of his clan as family, and every stranger that passes by like an old friend. He strives to know each on his clanmates on a personal level, and makes sure that Summerclan is a comfortable home for everyone else like it was for him. But just because he's easy-going does not mean that Ratstar is a pushover; if leadership has taught him anything, it's when to put his paw down. While it might be as rare as a blue moon, Starclan have mercy on a cat that can manage to make him legitimately angry. Nevertheless, Ratstar works hard every day to take care of the cats who now rely on him. He doesn’t always get things right, nor does he understand the nuances of clan diplomacy, but he tries his best and is a steadfast believer in Starclan. It seems almost odd for a cat like him to be religious, but it’s the least Ratstar can do, for the ancestors that granted him something worth living for.


AZALEABLOOM - lavellan
Doubt is a constant companion, always lingering just below the surface. It's there with every word, every action, casting shadows over every little thing. Did that twitch mean they were lying, or what about that glance? Everyone lies, after all, so you've got to constantly be on the lookout for even the smallest of white lies. How can you believe what anyone says, even when your gut tells you that your own existence is a lie? Said to be born to Poppymask and Ratstar, Azaleabloom always doubted that the tom was her true father. Her and her siblings look nothing like the leader, and the way that Poppymask acted was suspicious enough. The seeds of doubt had been planted since early on, causing Azaleabloom to doubt every word spoken to her. Headstrong and emotion driven, it's a wonder that she hasn't uttered anything about these doubts, but perhaps the way her fawn-colored eyes narrow is enough of a giveaway. It's not just her words that are spontaneous, but her actions, as well. She's so strongly stubborn, refusing to even admit about her slowly deteriorating vision in her right eye. So many traits that are dangerous to both her and those around her, and it doesn't help that it seems as if Azaleabloom knows no fear for what her actions will bring. With a long, flowing white pelt with patches of cream on her chest and back, and her small, tuft ears, she shares much more resemblance to her mother, Poppymask, subtle as it is. Perhaps her family bonds are the only thing that she doesn't doubt, but who's to say just how long her trust will hold. It is a thing to be earned, after all, and who will really put in the effort to earn it?

CONDORSTRIKE - Cleaver | serior warrior
After the divorce, he realized how much of his life he had invested in a relationship that wasn't working. He spent years with a mate that never loved him and cheated on him constantly, who went on fiery rampages and executed her enemies and took over clans, but by then he was already committed. He had fallen in love with Foxstar, had given up everything he treasured to be with her, and he refused to believe it had all been for nothing. But eventually he had to face the truth. Condorstrike was drawn to power just like his father, but he was far out of his realm, and desire had left him naïve. He had given up on the small joys in his life in pursuit of his stolen daughter, despite the indifference of his mate; he isolated himself from his own flesh and blood to form a new family he never felt comfortable around; he found himself lost in an empty new clan worshipping strange gods he loathed and feared. When Foxstar left him, he had nothing left from years of his life but regrets. He went to visit his estranged daughter, but she turned him away. With nowhere left to go, he had to start a new life, and he found himself seeking a new start in SummerClan. It won't be easy to start over and make something of himself, but he has to try, because he can't stand to finish his life alone and unaccomplished. For once in his life he wants to be a self-made cat, to have his own life and joys and accomplishments; he doesn't know if he will ever find love again, so he must make himself into a cat he can accept and love. Maybe with time his family will forgive him and let him back into their lives. In his new life, he discovered how very little he truly knows, and he wants to learn more, to be better educated, but he has no idea where to start. He knows how to hunt and fight and fish like a WaterClan cat, but he yearns for something new. Condorstrike has always feared not being good enough, and Foxstar used that fear against him; he can't let that happen again. After his experience with her, he became much more cautious around other cats and struggles to let them get close. He is an honest and open cat, but there are many truths he is uncomfortable sharing, despite knowing the value in getting them out there. He can be overly cautious and reads into body language more than words, hoping to chase out any deceit that way, but tries to keep in mind the inherent goodness of most cats around him. Genuine compliments, even just small things, touch him and make him genuinely happy to the point it can be almost overwhelming. Condorstrike is a good cat, even if he may not realize it; he works hard to be better than he is and he can only hope it works. He has been lonely for so long, all he wants is a peaceful, mundane life of helping his clan and finding a friend or two along the way. A brown agouti tabby with muddy brown eyes and a touch of white on his muzzle, as he aged he lost some of the youthful roundness that made him comely.

CROWNEDHUNT - uniqcrim
Some fear death, or snakes, or heights, but Crownedhunt fears obscurity. He does not want to fade into the background of life, or live as an easily forgettable warrior. He wants to be the kind of cat that others remember, that leaves the world behind him irrevocably changed, that burns in the memories and tales passed down through generations. As a result of this, he tends to overcompensate- playing up his accomplishments, using unnecessarily large vocabulary words, assuming the attitude of a pompous, renowned warrior without actually having achievements to be proud of first. Crownedhunt has parents that people remember- an ex-rogue gang leader as a father and a talented fighter for a mother. And, as one in a litter of six, he feels the need to try harder to stand out and make an impression on people. Physically, Crownedhunt is an attractive tom, tall and lean, with piercing green eyes and a long, handsome tuxedo coat. He cares for his family, but can rub them the wrong way with his attempts to be the very best, like no one ever was. Unwilling to live a boring or plain life, Crownedhunt will do whatever it takes to make others remember him.

DAYDREAMER - ComplacentDevil
Borne from a fairy tale king, and a mother with no shortness of delusions it seems that this cat didn't fall far from the tree. As if destined to be a failure he takes to refusing the normalcy of clan life, ignoring boundaries and rules, even though his upbringing was strict, with no toe out of line all throughout his apprenticeship. Somehow he made it through, but he now spends his days as a warrior with his head in the clouds. No real use for him other than looking pretty, and he does, with his coat of smoke, almost black unless the sun hits him just right as to reveal obsidian rosettes hiding in plain sight; and his eyes of amber, pools of pale orange like a sunset on a warm day. Even as he crosses borders and does what he likes, he does enjoy the benefits of his Summerclan home, and stays loyal and true to his heritage as well as close to his siblings, both full and half.

An average-sized tom with a pretty calico coat, warm brown eyes, a white chest, and a distinctive pink, freckled nose. His right forepaw is broken and twisted. Doefreckle's life is a complicated thing to explain. The first time around, he was broken; plagued by internalised homophobia, he lost himself in the thrill of degradation and abuse and cheerfully called it being a hopeless romantic, intentionally courting violent toms he knew would hurt him - to validate his self-hatred, to prove himself right, to give himself scars that would put how disgusting he truly was on display for the whole world. He was a lost wanderer. When he eventually found refuge in SummerClan and became its leader, Doestar's life softened; for the first time, he let himself melt towards happiness. He was just becoming the cat he'd always dreamed of being, just falling in love, just beginning to raise a family, despite tragedy - and then, one cold morning, he died. He wandered his adoptive home for two years as a ghost, grieving and empty. He realised a lot of things in that time, when all there was to do was walk the lonely mist and think - that he had been in love with his best friend; that if he ever got a second chance, he would be different, he would heal, he would be happy; that he wanted to live. And one bright dawn, he opened his eyes in the rabbit meadow - alive. But life the second time round isn't as perfect and tender as he'd imagined it might be as a ghost. His Clan, his first love, his kits - they've all moved on. Remnants of his legacy continue - the garden keepers, the deep lands - but he himself is insignificant. He's no longer Doestar; he's nothing. His relationship with SummerClan is complicated now; it was the home that welcomed him, that healed him, that gave him the love, tenderness and care to become the cat he is today. It holds a mythical, romanticised place in his mind, something untouchable and radiant and unrealistic. To him, there are no flaws in SummerClan. The first time he was alive, his love for it was gentle. As a ghost, his love was sad, watching all he had created continuing without him. Alive for the second time, his love is borderline unhealthy. It can't possibly live up to the role he's created for it in his mind, can't possibly be the perfect thing of soft sunshine and fresh air and new beginnings it was when he was a young wanderer fleeing from BrookClan. Now, it's also tainted a little by jealousy and resentment, much as he tries to force his time in SummerClan to be as euphoric as it had been before. It's frustrating, trying to live up to a perfect previous experience you just don't fit into anymore, and Doe's spent more than a few nights sobbing in the meadows about it since coming back to life. Doefreckle is a bubbly, adventurous, sweet-natured chatterbox, soft-hearted and boyishly charming. Or, well, he was. This time round, the bubbliness has hardened somewhat. Now, it's tinged ever-so-slightly with bitterness. With grief. He's always had a self-destructive streak, though he's attempting to temper it since coming back to life and not give into the impulse to charm toms that are bad for him. He’s a paradox of being an absolute sweetheart, generous and honest and forgiving to a fault… and also very fake. You’d have to be very close to him to be able to tell when he’s being genuinely sweet Doefreckle, and when he’s putting on his sweet Doefreckle act.

FISHERPOUNCE - Whitemuzzle
One of four kits found by Whisperingwhiser, Fisherpounce is the youngest and most playful. He has a mischievous streak that would make any queen shutter. Fortunately he outgrew a lot of that as he aged but he still enjoys a good joke. Being spontaneous, he likes to do things on the spur of the moment rather than planning things out which can sometimes lead him into trouble. He’s always had a sense of adventure and a generally happy-go-lucky attitude. With that said, Fisherpounce is fun to be around. He sports a reddish brown tabby coat which enhances his bright green eyes. His front right paw is white and he has a white tipped tail. (Brothers – Wolfheart and Wolverinesnap, Sister – Cougarscream)

THE PROMISE | One sails the seas of life and believes the storms will lead you home. These open roads will call you with the promise: You'll walk the earth alone. Not a single soul on this plane would have had the power to predict the future this ginger tabby would be tied to. At his birth, he was meek and under threat of a quick end to what could barely be considered a life begun. Only through the fierce will power of his mother, who gave what energy she had left, brought on his first intake of air. He was considered a miracle by many in the nursery that night, but for the she-cat who lay at his side, clawing desperately to her last breaths, she knew it was something else. Only she would know what she saw that night and she would take it to the beyond, only allowing a single word to escape her lips before the light left her eyes: "Fractured." Considering it her last wish, the queens within the nursery were quick to bestow the child's name upon him. Thus began a life that (for many) would be full of chaos, but for the few could be seen as deeply rewarding. We walk. We fall. We learn, we fail, we stand. We fight. We help. We hate, we listen, we go. We love. We dance, we laugh, we blossom. We wonder. We hope. We pray, we leave, we perish. The first indication that something wasn't quite right occurred at night. His dreams were like labyrinths, forcing him to weave through their depths, endlessly lost and increasingly distressed. Faster he maneuvered the stone passages that quickly became his mental prison until the first rays of light would wake him. Night after night, he was haunted by visions he couldn't explain or put aside. Day after day, he was puzzled and distracted, his mind cluttered with questions and fears. Relief only came one night in the form of another presence who soothed his nerves and offered him solace. I live in a dream. With open eyes I breathe again. I see all your fears. Together we can feel, we can heal and take the road less traveled on. To here, in the new, like diamonds we will shine. We will rise. To be forsaken, forgotten, defamed – he never dreamed of another chance. He understood his place in this universe as soon as it was gifted to him. Though he was lost, he quickly built a wasteland into a kingdom, one that he could rule and mold into whatever his heart desired. For as long as he was able, he kept those who fought valiantly to reach the heart of the labyrinth outside the gate, far from the path, and safe from the dangers untold. Emotionally and mentally scarred, he was unwilling to relent to the whims of his terrified entrant, no matter how long he screamed. At the end of the beginning and the beginning of the ascension, he would be grateful for the tenacity of his entrant. Though the boy wouldn't understand and accept his role in his own victory, it paved the path to the future. Two hearts, where souls are free again. We live. We sail the seas of life and believe the storms will lead us home. These open roads will call us with the promise: We walk the earth alone. There are times when it isn't easy. Conflict arises, heartache follows, and silence ensues like a plague. No matter the friction, unity will resume as it always has since the labyrinth found itself another artisan. No matter where life takes them or what fate has in store, they are unified in their blossoming identity: Not one against the other, but side by side along the narrow, winding path far less traveled by. This dream is a universe and every soul shines. Where the darkness turns into light, I take you to fly with me and follow the way. There will always be a new day.

HALCYONDRIFT - strawberrycupid
It's hard to believe this tom was once a loner, drifting from place to place like a dandelion on the wind until he one day floated along to Summerclan. He looks to be an Adonis, sculpted from the sand from the southern beach and decorated with shells that became burned into the sand. Short fur stretches across his large frame, all doing little to conceal the muscle that lays just below. While not particularly tall, he makes up for it in strength and he's not afraid to show it off with a big ol' grin on his face. His eyes are a blueish green, just like the sea he loves. It's hard to find Halcyondrift anywhere not close to the water, as he tends to claim the woods or even the flower fields just aren't for him. He means well, and is generally respectful and nice to all his clanmates. In fact, he loves socializing with them. Any opportunity to talk, or to show off, is one he'll take. He has a relaxed and friendly demeanor, happily going with the flow in everything. However, he might of gotten too much water between his ears when swimming because he's not very book smart. He knows what works for him and isn't very concerned with being considered dumb or useless. Halcyondrift will put his best into it, but he's more likely to do it if someone cute is watching him.

Brother of Juniperdust and Mallowmusk, Heathfire - born Heatherfire - was always the least notable of the bunch. Lazy, with a biting wit and no reverence for laws, he's been content his whole life to live in their shadow. A soft, mottled gray-and-ginger tom with dim amber eyes, like the gentle glow of a flame through a frosted glass. 

HIPPOSTEP - bauble
A feline of large appetites. A fluffy dark beige coat wraps luxuriously around a plump body, piling upon the throat and shoulders like a proud wattle of a great bird. And like a bird, he struts to and fro as if upon a stage -- well, no, he rather waddles about, gargantuan body weight thrown about with such abandonment you’d be liable to injury if you stepped in his way. A great soft egg of a belly makes up his torso, with white stripes cinched to his sides, stretched to their limits by all the bulbous rounds. All in all, he makes for a comic sight, but don’t be fooled by his doughy appearance. Hippostep makes for a dangerous foe, a large domineering frame that moves quicker than you’d expect, a cleverness only betrayed by small, dark amber eyes. He constitutes a true friend for those with the honor of calling him so; he’s protective, dependable, and steadfastly loyal. But even for those he calls friends, his past remains a mystery. The only suggestion of it are a pair of scars, stretching from either sides of his muzzle. He jokes that he earned them from trying to eat a mouse larger than his head, but more sinister waters flow underneath. Alas, there’s one thing all cats of Summerclan know for certain: this feline eats as if every meal is to be his last.

IGZIQ - stardance
The sun sets on a world of pain and agony and ushers in a night of suffering and fear. It is quite relaxing, isn't it? The stench, or aroma, of fear everywhere, the sticky traces of blood on the walls. It soothes her soul. Her attraction for the substance was no fault of her own. Much to her father’s displeasure, she grew up in the League at the dawn of the New Order. Her mother embraced the changes and did not hesitate to teach her the ways of the League. Being a kitten, she went along with it and set herself on a path to being a killer among killers; however, her father had other plans. Shortly before her promotion to a trainee, her father stood up to her mother. The exchange of words escalated into an exchange of tooth and claw. The fight was short, but the damage was permanent. She watched her mother bleed out before her very own eyes. The frightening part to her was the raw emotion her mother still had. It was love for her child and her killer, and her father looked no different. They had both wanted the best for her, but their love for her destroyed each other. It was a sight she will never forget. In a panic, her father sent her away from the League, only whispering a few frantic words to her before sending the young cat away with her current name. For her development, such an outcome was perfect. She developed cunning and diligence with her mother but learned almost all the rest on her own and during her time in Absum Lux. She is not a ruthless killer, rather a tactical one. Deaths inspire fear, but after some point each successive kill will weaken the effect. By killing tactically, death is a messenger and never loses its sting, but that doesn’t mean she hates to kill. She enjoys it to some degree but understands that it is a tool before anything else. The distinction separates her from her birth clan, something she is proud of. She has killed and conned in the past, but that’s where she prefers to keep it. Her past as a loner is far behind her, infinitely more so with the League. She does her best to make sure almost no one knows where she’s from. She has always been inquisitive, eager to learn what makes something tick. That core personality gives way to other more layered parts of the she-cat. She is prideful of her work, perhaps more so than she should be. The numerous cruel things she has done and seen made her numb to all emotions. She sees things plainly. No attachments. No nonreal variables. Love is fleeting to the she-cat. She can never find herself emotionally attached to anyone for any sizable period time. By no means does the she-cat not care for anyone, but the root of it lies in logic rather than emotion. She inherited her father's Bengal ancestry, so her fur has dark spots and splashes like any Bengal, but her beauty lies in her auburn undertones. Her eyes are a vibrant sea blue. Her gaze is often unreadable but full of purpose. There is a three centimeter long scar just above her left eye from a particularly violent experiment. A triangle with a circle inscribed inside of it was carved into her chest prominently as well. Her emotions numbed, who knows where she will go, what she will do. Ousted from the Coalition, the she-cat wandered for a long time. Now she has returned to finish what she started. She is the Huntress, or she was. That name, but not its secrets, fell into the past as she settled down in DayClan for the time being. Having grandkits drew her away to SummerClan.

JUNIPERDUST - sunlight
In a cat-eat-cat world, it's always better to be the one doing the eating. And in Juniperdust's eyes, it's preferable that your prey never sees you coming. The first rule to keep in mind if you want to survive your encounter with this ash-colored she-cat: the only favorable state to be in is utter importance or utter indifference to her. Those who prove to be a nuisance are expendable. The second rule to remember is to never trust a word she says, no matter how sincere her emerald gaze or how inviting the timbre of her voice is. Juniperdust's true nature, though, is hidden behind her easy-going, amiable, humorous exterior and the approval of her clan-mates and family. So what if she bends the rules a little from time to time? She's clever enough to never let anyone see the carnivorous glimmer of her eyes or the depths of her ambition, and she's known as the strong, friendly warrior whom the whole clan can depend on. It seems that everyone sees Juniperdust exactly as she wants them to- a doting daughter, a sympathetic sister, a familiar friend, a malleable member of the clan. Best of all- none of them would ever suspect the lengths she's willing to go to to get what she wants, and the unsuspecting cat makes for the easiest prey.

Pale green eyes gaze across camp, curiosity filling them and wonder encasing them. Just who was he? Who had he been? Why was he here? Questions filled his life and probably always would. Lostelm had been found by the clan and has lived here ever since. With no memories, he has no idea where he came from, what his name was, or even if he had anyone who loved him. The tom has asked these questions to many and even to his own heart, but alas he's never gotten an answer. All he can remember is a loving smile and an unforgettable scent. Maybe he's like his father? Or a cousin or brother? Could that be where he gets his kind personality? His gentle exterior and patient nature? Will he ever know? With a heart true and loyal, the tom has taken a place among SumemrClan's ranks and is content with it. But he still asks these questions, still wonders about who he was before and if he was a different cat back then. His brown fur is dark and thin, similar to the elm tree and his eyes the pale green of new leaves. He was named Lost when he first appeared in the clan, unable to remember his own name, and thus was nicknamed Lost. From there, and once he'd earned his way into the ranks of SummerClan, he'd become Lostelm. Even though he doesn't remember who he is, he'd accepted who he's become and that's a calm, kind, and forgiving tom. While the cat he once was is gone and lost to history, he can create himself anew here in SummerClan while seeking answers to the memories he's lost. But, does he really care who he was? Does he want to know? Maybe he won't like who he was? All Lostelm knows is that he's happy here in SummerClan, scars, no memories, and all.

This tom is the larger of the two boys and the gentle giant of the trio of siblings. He has his mother's amber eyes with a tint of green to them, but his fathers personality and fur coloring. Fearful of his sister, he has always backed down whenever the two of them disagree. This definitely makes him the pushover brother, and it doesn't help that he is also the least likely to stop her when she gets in a mood about something. Particularly when she's voicing their youngest brother’s ideas or defending him. It is then and only then, that the two may join in arms for they love their brother dearly. It's a common fight if you will, something they can agree on and they never fight about. But no matter how much he'll defend his little brother, Oakspirit won’t defend himself and gets picked on by his sister for it. it's one of their constant fights, and since the dark brown tabby tom won't fight back against her, it usually involves him losing the verbal fight and ending up crying about it. You see, he can be a crybaby about some things like the cuteness of birds or losing to his sister, or being called names like giant or behemoth. In all honestly, he's too gentle of a soul some days and for that, it drives his sister Blueautumn up the wall. She'd just love it if he developed a backbone, but he probably never will. But his parents love him, and his mom is always in his corner while his dad tries to teach him to fight back. It hasn't worked yet, but they're all trying to make him a strong cat, emotionally and mentally. For what he lacks in those areas, he makes up for in sheer strength, that he never uses for more than giving kits piggyback rides and lifting things when needed. Their family may be a little odd, but Oakspirit loves his parents Lostelm and Wispycloud and both of his littermates Blueautumn and Fallencloud.

PANTHERCLAW - whitemuzzle
I’m told I look exactly like my father, Darkfang, but I can’t remember him very well. He died in a fight when I was very young. Gentlebreeze, my mother, has told me a lot about him but I can tell you this, I may look like him but I’m not anything at all like him! While he was dark and moody, I’m bright and cheerful. I just absolutely love having fun! Life is a wild adventure and I want to hang on and enjoy the ride! Hey! It looks like my friends are up to something over there. Want to join them with me? I know we’ll have a great time! Pantherclaw is an all black she cat except for a small white dot between her eyes.

PICKLES - uniqcrim
Sweet, soft spoken, and unsure of others. Pickles is not one to start a confrontation. She can hold her own in a physical fight despite her size, but cannot stand her ground when it comes to a verbal altercation. Her tongue gets tied and she always says the wrong things. It has been known to get her in trouble a time or two and she is never more thankful for her quick paws and sharp claws than in those moments. Her light brown fur and green eyes help her blend in among trees, leaves, and foliage, but in bright or colorful settings she sticks out like a sore paw.

RAYSTRIKE - stardance
A snow bengal with green eyes. She is a bit of a spitfire. Words flow from her mouth like water from a waterfall, never ending and untamed. She has no filter, so whatever comes to mind, she says. Her relationship with her deity comes from her fiery words. She admires him and despises him at the same time. She'll insult him whenever she gets the chance, but defends him when any outsider question's the deity. Her stubbornness is second to none. Raystrike only gives in arguments when the truth hits her in the face. Given to her father by her mother at a few moons old and then her father, Ghostcrown, being exiled at the end of her kithood taught her the importance independence. During the Fire Nation's war with SunClan, she was poisoned. The effects of it knocked her out for most of the battle, which led to her getting left behind. She barely survived, and ended up getting captured by Frostfire and renamed Soot. She became a NightClan prisoner and Frostfire's servant as a result. Maybe one day she will see the sun again... and that day came when her brother Crow came and rescued her after five moons in prison. But the time there came at a cost: her lungs are permanently damaged, and she will have breathing issues for the rest of her life.

REDFLAME - Whitemuzzle
One of four born to Mudthistle and Crimsonlife in early Newleaf. Redflame is a lighthearted she cat who is easygoing and not bothered much about the cares of life. She takes things as they come, not much can ruffle her fur. Redflame can be a bit of a daredevil taking risks that most cats would think twice about doing, such as leaping across lofty spaces from tree to tree just to catch a squirrel or climbing down a steep cliff to rescue a clanmate. She loves to spend time at the ocean and enjoys just sitting on the beach watching the waves lap the shore. Redflame got the first part her name from the dark ginger tabby coat she inherited from her father. Her yellow green eyes came from her mother. Her warrior name came from the patch of white fur on her chest which resembles a flame. The only other white fur she has is on the tip of her tail.

SHADEDSUN - goldcrest
As the sun reaches its peak, it has nowhere left to go except down. A life of dawns and sunsets, painted skies and everything beautiful and ugly it has to offer. Shadedsun is large--larger than most, with incredible black fluff and golden eyes that don't seem to work very good for seeing anything other than blurs of colours and shapes--Spent some time as leader of SpringClan, spent even more time moping around about an unrequited lover, and despite all the hurt it caused him to sit there and love him, he couldn't make himself stop. Till death do them part, as it eventually did. Twice. Maybe that was why he was back, back in the too bright, too confusing world. He had given up his lives when he stepped down as SpringClan's leader, his sun was supposed to be set for good, why was there dawn once again? That was a question for later, he supposed. He spent his last moments of life sad, sulking around and not doing much more than watching life go by. He was given another chance, and he was determined to at least something of it. A little reckless, some would say, not willing to turn things down in fear of missing out on a few more precious moments. It was almost worrying. He hates to burden people with his problems, instead covering them up in a veil of stupid jokes and false optimism. It doesn't run too deep--he always expects the worst. His neuroticism runs deep like a disease, poisoning his perception of the world and people around him. He came back a little different, nothing too noticeable, but still different. Sometimes he isn't sure he's fully alive, believing he's still in the same empty purgatory he had been stuck in for the the last year. He still loves, and feels, and reminisces (despite a few new memory issues here and there)--even though he is more hesitant to admit he does.

SKYCLOUD - Whitemuzzle
A white tom with gray tabby patches on his body. One such patch covers both ears and the sides of his face leaving his nose and muzzle white. He has gray-blue eyes, the color of a warm dawn sky. He had lived with his parents as a loner until they died suddenly before coming to live in SummerClan. Stories of his heritage had been passed down to him through his family line. He is a descendant of Graystar, a former SummerClan leader, through Windstorm one of the leader’s first sons. Ashensnow, a distant cousin, kept in touch with his family and took Skycloud to SummerClan when she had heard of his parents’ deaths. Skycloud has adjusted to clan life well although he continued to miss the freedom he once had while living the life of a loner. During his time as an apprentice, he was part of the group who found the ocean that ushered in the great change within the clan. Despite the tragedy he suffered early in life, Skycloud is an optimistic cat who likes to find light even in the darkest of times. Overall, he’s glad he came back to his family’s roots and looks forward to what else life might bring him.

Hope. The snowdrop flower is a sign of harsh winter's end, the hope that warmth will once again come into your life. It's a dainty flower, one that many wouldn't think too much of in small numbers. Since it begins blooming in winter, it's a rather tough flower, right? Most of this could also be used to define Snowdropwhimsy. Although she is rather large for a she-cat, she is tough and warm, and the sight of her fluffy calico body is normally a welcome one. The daughter of a leader and his surrogate, Snowdropwhimsy learned from a young age just how strange love could be, and was raised with an open mind, for the few moons that she had known her mother. Her father, Doestar, had passed before she was even born, but she had heard plenty of stories about him, and rather idolizes the father in her mind. Beetuft, her mother, had crumpled only a mere 2 moons after Doestar's death, and it wasn't long before she died, as well, leaving five kits behind as a memory of their lives: Bluebelldream, Wisteriasun, Tulipdance, Poppyskip, and, of course, Snowdropwhimsy. Snowdropwhimsy was heartbroken, but, like her mother, had pushed her own grief aside to try and make her siblings happy. She is the type of cat to go out of her way to dry and brighten the day of everyone else. Just one look at her large brown eyes, and you can tell exactly what type of cat she is. She is the one who will sacrifice everything she has, everything she wants, for the sake of others.

SOFTHONEY - lavellan
She has light platinum fur with very dark auburn points and markings around her nose and muzzle. This cat has round eyes that are dark green. She is average in height. Her face is round with a wrinkled face. This cat has narrow, upright ears. She has a stubby tail. She is defiant and liked to talk back to her mentor. She prefers other cats that are crazy or trouble makers. She loves running and finding trouble. She dislikes hard work.

SOOTSTEP - Cleaver
His war cries rang through the camp when he was a kit: "krah!" "mrrow!" "hassss!" He fought warrior, kit, and apprentice alike, ambushing everyone who ran past, running beneath their paws. Some hopeful warriors thought he was just working really hard and really wanted to grow up, but he enjoyed being young, and he liked playing games. He was confident, strong, and above all, healthy. He has rounded cobalt eyes with a slight haze in his left eye, just barely impairing his vision, though he did not realize this until he became an apprentice. Before then, it was assumed his clumsiness was a result of his youth. In truth this dark gray tom looks strikingly similar to a beloved elder of the clan, Sootwhisker, who was with them for many moons before he passed. But Sootwhisker bore no kits during his lifetime, so they could not be related; and yet... what else explains the similarities between this loner and the old sun guard? The truth is when Sootwhisker died he was not put to rest as he wished; he did not get to even look upon the love of his life. Instead he found his memory gone and his body restored as he was reincarnated. He did not know this was the plan to get him to be with his mate again; instead his few moments of death were filled with confusion and loss and fear. Sootstep is not interested in love in the least. He just wants to play and fight and be a good warrior. Because Sootwhisker did not know the plan, he swore he would not take a new mate in a new life, because of his love and loyalty to Reddawn. Without realizing it, he may have ruined their last chance of being together.

SUNFRECKLE - goldcrest
She was so sure with what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be, before crumbling under the pressure somewhere down the line. Commitment is a difficult thing; she would rather have a few small consistent things than one big Always. She loves her clan, and she loves her family and friends, she just doesn't quite know where she belongs in it all. She's often lost in thoughts of insignificance and, despite loving her life as it is now, how much more she wants. When she eventually dies, what would be left? Of course, she doesn't share these thoughts much with anyone, always showing off her bubbly playful self first and foremost. Not one of a listener, she sometimes still struggles to understand others, and often can't step into others shoes. Her vision lies within herself, and most of the time she has a good grasp of her emotions and thoughts. Practically a born artist, she tends to see (and hear) colours where most others don't, literally! She likes singing, waking up with the birds, and roaming Summerclan's territory--whether that be alone or with others. Once the young, excitable medicine-cat apprentice, she stepped down. She partly regrets it, but didn't quite feel she fit the role anymore. Maybe it was a dumb decision, but life was full of dumb decisions.

Turtleplash was named for the blotchy gray and black tabby pattern on his pelt, and life wound up making him quite similar to his namesake. This tom is very anxious from a hard life lived. Formerly from the now disbanded WaterClan, he was promoted too early under Riverstar. To make matters worse, he had the misfortune of running afoul of a league cat looking for a trophy. She tore out his right eye and scratched up the right side of his face, leaving him half-blinded and scarred for life. He came to SummerClan among WaterClan refugees and after much struggle and training was eventually promoted thanks to the teachings from Ratstar and his former Mentor Chimerahunt. He's grown a bit more settled into the clan now that time has passed since he was scarred. But he still jumps when he's surprised or at loud noises. But slowly some of that light is starting to return to his remaining blue green eye.

Scritch scratch, itch twitch. Wherever he goes, most cats are sure to notice, or at the very least hear, Weevilspike. His claws always seem to be fidgeting with something; whether it be the dirt, a stick, or trying to scratch a hard-to-reach itch beneath his thick, dark-gray fur. His pelt is completely unkempt, sticking out in tufts in various directions. Many have tried to untangle Weevilspike's unruly locks, but all have failed, though he doesn't seem to mind. A complete momma's boy, he absolutely adores his mother Poppymask, and is always chasing after her attention and approval. In his mind, she could do no wrong, and he'll jump through hoops just to make her day a little bit brighter. Although not with the same intensity as his mother, he looks up to his father Ratstar with pride. Weevilspike is one of the few siblings of his litter to figure out on his own that Ratstar wasn't their biological father, but loves the leader even more for taking him in. He’s actually quite sharp, with what some might say a tongue far sharper than his claws, although few notice it given his passive and easygoing nature. Not one to take charge himself, he tends to just tag-along with whatever his siblings and friends are doing, for better or worse. Those who know him well describe him as a loyal and supportive friend and Warrior, but his mellow attitude causes him come off as lazy and unmotivated to most. Luckily Weevilspike has never particularly cared about the opinions of anyone except his immediate family, and will always stay true to himself.

WHITEPERCH - baewolf
At one time, this small tom carried the scent of WaterClan. Now the wind and the willows blend with his soft, cotton-like smell. What once was a bubbly, excited creature is now reserved and anxious, new scars crossing his skin. But his hardships and journey was worth it, finding his lost brother in the process. Now after moons of travel, he followed the scent that was once home to him, only to find the Clan that he loved no more, but that the tom he had grown to love was leading a new Clan. Whiteperch had made a choice many moons ago; to follow the trail of his brother or to stay with Chimeraheart. Every step he took away from the ginger one-eyed tom was an icicle to his heart. Now that he and his brother, Blightbone, have been reunited, Whiteperch lead them back to what was once WaterClan, and was now made up of so many wanderers; SwiftClan. Whiteperch is a small in stature tom. White fur broken up in muddy patches crown his head, splattering across his sides and running along his haunches. His eyes are large and round, golden brown with murky green around the pupil, much like the scales of the river fish he had been named after. Though not as outgoing as he once was, Whiteperch still has a fiery attitude and fights for what he wants, more with claw than he used to. There was only one thing that drove him to find SwiftClan, and he hopes that it was worth the journey. Sadly, that was not the case. The tom that he had loved was no more, caught up in the leading of a Clan and learning it's way. Whiteperch would have followed him to the ends of the earth, but in this moment in time, that was sadly not an option. Whiteperch instead chose to stay with his brother, only in hope to find his heart again one day. Tragedy struck again once more when he lost Blightbone, sending Whiteperch racing from the grasp of SwiftClan. His brother was gone, the tom he loved was no more, and all he wanted was rest. One day he found himself walking the shores of SummerClan, feeling akin to the salt water that crashed against the sand. The warm sky, sweet breeze, water all around. This was as close to WaterClan as he was going to get. White perch might have finally found his home here.

Formally known as Yarn, this she-cat came into the clan as a kittypet but took right away to warrior life. She has beautiful cream colored fur with waves throughout, likely due to being a rex mix of sorts. Her eyes are a gentle hazel, earthy and full of life. Yarntangle is a conundrum of a cat, her personality being a bit all over the place. She can be wonderfully down to earth, modest, and lovely. Or, she can turn around a be an absolute wretch. She's a bit of a know it all, having watched documentaries with her old human. She soaked them in, always happy and excited to learn. When her girl went off to college, Yarntangle decided that she wanted adventure, like she used to watch on the TV. She believes it was her destiny to be a wild cat to connect with her lion ancestors. She's a bit odd too, very spiritual, and very interested in the Starclan religion. She finds it fascinating, though she's not sure if she believes in it yet or not.


CRANEPAW - pao | undecided training
She is the last of the litter, the youngest of the late Featherstorm and the sole survivor of the whitecough that took the rest of her siblings. Cranekit is small in size, light but solid grey in color with the eyes of dying grass. She's a determined little thing and stubborn as can be, as expected of someone who survived their bout with whitecough at such a young age. While Featherstorm, her mother, and her two litter mates, Stormkit and Falconkit, died from the illness, she survived, and for that, the little she-cat thinks she's destined for greatness. Specifically as the next medicine cat of the clan. Oh, how wrong she is. Cranekit thinks that just because one survives an illness like whitecough as kit, that they must be destined to hold the position of medicine cat. But she never will. Her belief in StarClan may be strong, her determination strong, but she is not fit for the role and thus will never be chosen. Now if only the grey she-cat would accept that. Cranekit is bitter, jealous, and resentful that another was chosen for the role she believes belongs to her. Don't they see how nice she is? How caring and kind? They see her, just not the her she wants them too. The clan doesn't see her as caring and kind, sweet and nice and perfect for the role. No, they see the true Cranekit who is jealous, bitter, determined, fakes her niceness, competitive by nature, and sarcastic. While she may love her family, her clan, and the ocean in their territory, Cranekit is not a candidate to ever be a medicine cat and she refuses to accept that fact.

CROWPAW / frost - Whitemuzzle | warrior training
A black tom with just a hint of tabby striping on his tail. He has a white muzzle, bib, and belly and three white feet. Pale green eyes with some golden flecks adorn his head. He descends from a long line in SummerClan starting with his ancestor, Graystar. Pantherclaw, his mother, was born to Gentlebreeze whose father was Bonefang. His father was Hawkstar and mother was Ravenstar. Hawkstar’s father was Windstorm, son of Graystar. Because of Crowfrost’s serious personality, he can tend to live up to his name. Gruff, serious, and loyal are three words that can be used to describe him. He’s a cat who wants to follow all the rules and make everyone else around him do so as well. Loyalty to SummerClan, his family, and clanmates is foremost in his mind. He’d risk his life to save any one of them.

FALLENPAW / cloud - ashestoashes | garden keeper training
Ever the youngest, this light brown and amber eyed tom is the fluffiest of his siblings and uses that to his advantage to hide away when embarrassed. He butts heads with his sister. But only his sister. With anyone else’s he clams up and becomes far to shy for anyone to take him serious. But he’s smart but his ideas are usually spoken and voiced through Blueautumn. He’s known to hide behind his older brother and use the toms larger form to do so, but his fluffy sometimes sticks out. He’s teased for his fluffiness and his shyness and where ken sibling is kind and encouraging, the other goes to arms for him and attacks others be side of their teasing. It’s gotten them into many punishments and scolding a form their parents.

FOXPAW / fable - ian | garden keeper training
His mother was the day. His father was the night. He, born equal parts between the two worlds, was the sunset. A tiny bright orange tom with ashen grey eyes, the little tom is the son of former NightClan leader, Phantomfox, and former SummerClan deputy, Rosethorn. Although born in SummerClan, following the still births of all of the kitten's siblings, his mother relocated to NightClan to reunite the trio. During the beginning of their stay in his father's clan, life was good, or at least, as good as it could be as his mother recovered from the violent birthdeaths of his littermates. He was part of a community of cats who loved him. It seemed, just for a moment, that the day and night could coexist. However, the sun and the moon cannot stay in the same sky for long, something Foxfable learned all too quickly as his father's love for his family was eclipsed by his desire of another. This changed everything, and Foxfable, then Foxpaw, relocated with his mother back to SummerClan as they tried to cope with his father's betrayal. Generally, but not always a very happy cat, he always tries to put on a brave face for others, even when he doesn't feel so brave himself. There is a kindness to the tom, a willingness to help and see the good in the world, that is infectious, but also fatal, as seeing the good in other cats sometimes makes it hard for you to see the bad. He is chronically ill, something he does not want to admit to himself. His parent's fret over his sickly nature, but he is just as good as the other cats, he swears! Still, he feels like he constantly has to prove himself. As such, the tiny sneezy boy is prone to overexerting himself to the point of a severe reaction.

LOSTPAW / daughter - shadow | undecided training
I'M THE VILLAIN OF MY OWN STORY + I am the god and the devil around you. I am the heaven and the hell you crave. I am the queens and the kings that you bow to. I am the name written on your grave. Magic is an otherworldly gift, beautiful and horrible, weaving with white and silver glimmer, winding with black smoke and whispers. Dark or white, all magic is suspended in the same source, forced outward either as a trickle or a storm. Whether it glows like freshly fallen snow on a sunny day or absorbs the sun in its shadow, once upon a time, all its existence was formed as a core deep within. Belief is what brought it into being. Belief powered by thought. From the beginning, the thoughts of others weighed heavily upon him. One of a crawling legacy of a scarred beauty and a shining beast, he served as the incarnation of the dichotomy of good and evil from the moment he was given a physical form in this world. Grey, they called him. Doesn't know right from wrong, good from bad, others would hiss. What is right and what is wrong? Who sets such terms? Who aligns definitions for them? Who draws the line? Perhaps once, he would have answered with a name of any number of those he looked up to. Now, he needs none. I am the sun that you bask and you feed on. I am the moon that you howl to. I am the daydream bringing faith and conviction. I am the nightmare you've been crawling through. His backstory isn't a riddle in need of solving to unlock the mystery of his being. His childhood was one of simplicity and care, a close-knit family of love and light, gentility and prosperity. Where did it all go wrong? By the time he realized he was on the path, he couldn't look back and change route. Choosing not to make a decision is making a decision about not choosing one. Perhaps, in the end, he was always meant to be where he is, no matter where he started as a child, no matter what differing paths and branches he took. So watch as I set fire to everything, watch as I burn down everything, anything. Watch as I destroy you. Watch as I turn into your goddess. Watch as your goddess turns into me. Accepting the role of royalty and legend readily, as though born in flames and made to exacerbate them, he is a complex character designed to destroy in order to create. Cynical, defying laws and moral standards, yet bright, loving, and fiercely protective, he works with the utmost of good intentions, though not always successful in his actions translating such intentions across the board. A realist, he is brutally honest with his opinion, at times being hurtful whether he intends it or not, and showing little to no remorse for actions that could be construed as 'bad' by others. In the end, morals and right or wrong are set in place by others. Thus, morals are always changing. For he, morals are deeply personal. He will always be a villain to those who exist in conflict with him. To those who understand, he will be an ever faithful ally. In the end, he is an avenger for those who do not have voices. I am the righteous, the touched and holy. I am the voodoo that you want to believe. I am the angels that hold and surround you. I am the demon you're afraid to need. I am the temple that will bless and feed you. I'm the religion keeping you in chains. I am the cure that you pray will find you. I'm the disease running through your veins.

NETHERPAW / surge - uniqcrim | warrior training
An insecure goofball with a passion for screwing things up. Loves to play, goof around, roughhouse, and fight. Never backs down from a challenge or a fight and is known to go around showing off his so-called battlescars. In truth, this black tom doesn’t know how to control his strength. He wants to be loved and admired but doesn’t know when to stop. This frequently agitates others and he never stays part of games or spars for very long. Still, there is a loveable quality about him that prevents cats from staying too mad for too long. Has a good heart and means well but does not know how to properly channel his energy or strength, at least not yet.

SOULPAW / pyre - lavellan | warrior training
A silver phantom with eyes as mysterious as the moon. There one moment, gone the next, like a prophecy long since forgotten. Riddles and metaphors that never quite make sense, this is Soulpyre in a nutshell. Always going out of his way to appear mysterious to those around him, this silver bengal is an odd one indeed. The second born in a litter of six, all of which have their own oddities. With a mother who died after giving birth and a completely absent and unknown father, Soulpyre and his siblings had to rely on the charity of the clan quite often as kits, repaying them only with headaches. He tries to keep his emotions in check, as he would be far more mysterious if he doesn't wear his heart on his fur, but the one thing that can always draw out his emotions is the thing that he collects: seashells. Beautiful, dazzling shells that never fail to be stolen right out from under him, no matter where he hides them. If there is a true mystery, it's how he keeps letting his previous seashells get stolen or broken. Although he's been collecting them his entire life, his collection has never managed to grow.

SPARROWPAW - pao | warrior training
There are few cats who can say they have such a strong family history. When you are raised being told of greatness, of grandparent, aunts, uncles, and many, many others have achieved such amazing things like leadership and healing, then it sets you up to follow in their pawsteps. For clearly if so much greatness has come before you, then you too must be destined for it! But Sparrowkit is nothing like them. This poor tom will never achieve anything of greatness, nothing to brag about, and fears the days his mother realizes this, when anyone in his family realizes this. He is the black sheep of the family, the one who will be only ever subpar at best. Don't get him wrong, he tries, but even he has to admit that the idea of living up to all that greatness is overwhelming. How did everyone else before them do this? His litter is basically famous for its ties to so many leaders, their uncle is the medicine cat for crying out loud! So much is expected of them, their every move seems to be watched. And all Sparrowkit can do is fail at each step, get up, and try again. He's slow, but the determination is there. Well, maybe it's more the pressure of expectation than determination. But he's decided he will be a warrior, even if he's not a great one. Mediocre is okay, right? Not everyone can be greatness walking. Right? It will have to be for this white chested, brown tabby tom. For even his appearance is mediocre and normal, just plain average. The most unique thing about him would be the bits of green in his golden-amber eyes. Or maybe it's the few areas of grey in his brown fur. Either way, they're only reminders of what he should be, of what everyone expects from him that he can never achieve.

SUNPAW / veins - achromatic | warrior training
Say my name with your sunlight veins. When the sun hits the earth at the right angle, everything turns green and gold, but as the sun disappears, Sunveins continues to hold the warmth of gold in her furs. Her long pelt is dappled ginger, gold, and white, and her bright green eyes shine brightly with mischief. Playful, with a huge imagination, it's hard to tell that her background had been anything but pleasant in the past. She doesn't remember much of it, other than the stories her adopted father had told her, about rats, the way their grandmother had been powerful and how she resembled her, the way their grandfather had gone mad in his later days, how their family was cursed to forever hold a madness within them, the way their mother had wanted them, but she had been too soft to survive the part of the forest they were from. The three of them–her cousin, her adopted father, and her–traveled through the forests, and one day, she found herself lost. Found by a warrior of Summerclan, she was young enough to integrate like anyone else. Still, part of her feels lost though she'd rarely admit it. She wonders where her family went, what they meant when they spoke of a family curse, and whether she–like the rest of them–was cursed as well. Her own concerns are often kept to herself, and outwardly, she's nothing but a ball of sunshine and energy. Bright, talkative, and full of creativity, Sunveins seems like another airheaded, bubbly cat, only ever showing who she is when she's angry, the deep-seated rage created by the circumstances of her past lashes out like a solar flare.

WILDPAW / haunt - complacentdevil | warrior training
Uncannily similar to her predecessor, Wildhaunt is charming, warm, sweet. The perfect Summerclan cat, inviting, but quick on her feet to defend her home. The only living daughter of Fallensnow, she tended to follow after her brothers, though they tried to protect her as much as they could, her rough and tumble spirit has gotten her into many a sticky situation. Her pretty black tabby coat sporting a few scars here and there, though nothing anyone would consider to be outlandish. Her eyes, yellow as buttercups, are always alight with humour and a tinge of the cravings for adventure. She's particular, choosing only to surround herself with those that keep the fire in her soul alight, and never those that would strive to keep her contained in an effort to keep her safe. 


POPPYMASK | rped by jadie | garden keeper
father: Ratstar | kittens: Antkit, Cricketkit, Raccoonkit, Rustlekit

THUNDERSTORM | rped by Honeystorm | garden keeper
father: Condorstrike | kittens: Emberkit

WISTERIAWISH | rped by sunlight | garden keeper
 father: unknown | kittens: Cometkit, Lunarkit, Nebulakit

ORCHIDDROP | rped by sunlight | red guard
 father: devotedcrow | kittens: expecting

ANTKIT / freckle - woof
A reddish-brown longhaired she-cat with brown splotches on her face and oceanic blue-green eyes. The "runt" of her litter, despite receiving as much love and attention as possible from her parents, Ratstar and Poppymask, she never grew much larger than the size a young apprentice. Instead of being down and out about it, she occasionally uses her petite stature to play pranks of her friends and clanmates by scaring them, before taking advantage of her inherent kit-like cuteness to escape consequences scot-free. Antfreckle doesn't misuse this power of hers, however; generally she's a pretty hard-worker who enjoys getting her paws dirty, meaning you can almost always find her in the Garden, digging up weeds and keeping everything neat and tidy except her own muddy pelt.

BRACKENKIT / spark - woof
A sunbright soul is highlighted in the light, coppery wrappings of his pelt and mottled green-gold eyes, his energetic spirit haphazardly set atop oversized paws not fully capable of wielding the power in them yet. 

COMETKIT / song - Whitemuzzle
One of three born to Wisteriawish. He has one sister, Lunarlyric, and one brother, Nebulahymn, both from the same litter. He also has three half siblings from an earlier litter. Cometsong is very much performance driven, a perfectionist. He must be the best in anything he tries. When he fails to achieve his goals, he becomes angry with himself and lashes out at other cats. He tends to be critical of others, especially if he sees they’re goofing off. He is very loyal to SummerClan and the Warrior Code and will fight for what he feels is right. Even though he’s a stickler for following the rules, Cometsong does have a kinder side that shows itself around family and friends. He sports a white pelt with large black patches and blue eyes that rival the color of a bright summer sky.

CRICKETKIT / chirp - complacentdevil
A sleek, longhaired black tom with bright green eyes. In the sunlight his fur shifts to a dark mahogany color. He’s easily distracted, especially by falling leaves, and can’t stop himself from chasing them.

EMBERKIT / storm - ComplacentDevil
Youthful, comely, yet with a pretty coat all hues of ginger and chocolate, with pretty hazel eyes to match. The daughter of Condorstrike and Thunderstorm, shes a spitting image of her distant relative Emberstar. She's everything her father was before tragedy seemed to crawl into his life. Friendly and caring, a hard worker. She does her best to be the best warrior she can be for her clan, to which she devotes her life. Shes trustworthy for others and always supplies advice or help when is needed of her. She'd never let a clanmate go without, even if it means making sacrifices against her own better interest.

LUNARKIT / lyric - shadow
A white she-cat with opalescent eyes reminiscent of a moon in a night sky, she is headstrong, impulsive, and self-assured. She is very seldom afraid of asking for what she wants and often times acts as the voice for her brother, Nebulakit, when he’s unable to find it in himself. An ambitious spirit from the start, she has grand plans for herself in the future and holds herself to a high standard to achieve them. However, despite these majestic intentions, she has a tendency to act before thinking and, in such times, can do more harm than good, despite her good intent. She isn’t very emotionally intelligent, causing her to struggle in understanding certain situations, though that may develop with time and experience.

NEBULAKIT / hymn - shadow
A black and white blotched tom with nebula blue eyes, he is quiet, very intelligent, and prone to bouts of sullenness when he feels he’s overlooked. He craves acknowledgement and admiration from everyone, but particularly his mother and father. He is slow to warm up to those outside his immediate circle and deeply family oriented, his closest friend and confidante being his sister, Lunarkit. Being not a very patient tom, he has a tendency to judge whether another is worth his time or not in a manner of minutes within first meeting them. Sometimes this impression can change; other times, not so much.

RACCOONKIT / roar - Jadie
A brown mackerel tabby tom with a white spot on his chest and juniper green eyes. Raccoonroar has an unusually bushy, bottlebrush tail with black tabby stripes, same as the pest animal he is named after. Like his father, Ratstar, Raccoonroar is genuinely good-natured, but, like his mother, Poppymask, he isn’t above telling a white lie to get his way. While he is helpful and friendly, he also has a lazy streak, further enabled by the fact that he's got a good default excuse. Raccoonroar sustained a serious head injury when he was a kit. As a result, he now has a partial hearing loss. It’s hardly noticeable one-on-one but he really struggles to make out conversation in crowds. So, when someone accosts him for neglecting a chore, he’ll say something like “So sorry, I must have not heard it '' and somehow keeps getting away with it. There is just something about Raccoonroar that makes him incredibly likeable and impossible to stay angry with him for long.


GENTLEBREEZE - whitemuzzle
Hello, I'm Gentlebreeze. As you can see, I'm a gray tabby with gray-green eyes and one white front paw. There's also a white spot the size of a walnut on my chest. I come from a long line of gray tabbies dating back to Graystar, a former SummerClan leader. My grandfather is Hawkfeather, who was once a leader before he had an accident with a rock slide. I only tell you about my heritage to let you know I'm a loyal SummerClan cat through and through. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for my clan and my clanmates. Although I'm his sister, I'm quite different from Dustfeather who can tend to be a bit brash and boisterous. I like to think of myself as friendly but also quiet and serene. There isn't too much that will rile me. I will fight other cats only when absolutely necessary. I have two kits, Graythorn and Pantherpaw. Their father, Darkfang, died in a battle defending SummerClan from some rogues. Well, I don't want to keep you any longer. Maybe we can get together later and you can tell me a bit about yourself.

GRAYTHORN - whitemuzzle
Are you looking for the perfect tom that does everything right and is always nice and kind? Well keep on looking because this gray tabby tom doesn’t quite fit the bill. Graythorn is loyal to SummerClan but he can tend to be very moody. This is the main reason he doesn't have many friends. His bright green eyes can hide what’s really going on inside his mind. But truth be told, Graythorn's harshness is a cover he uses to hide his insecurities. He was chosen early at five moons of age by Dreamcatcher to be her apprentice making him the youngest medicine cat SummerClan has ever had. He served his clan for many, many seasons, the longest any cat had been SummerClan’s medicine cat. He was forced into retirement due to a sudden hearing loss caused by nearby lightning strike. Even though he’s now deaf, he tries to be useful any way he can to his clan, even if it’s a menial task.

SOUTHERNSKIES - achromatic
The rich, smoldering copper hue of his fur reminded Gardeniastar of the way the sunset set fire to the Southern Sea, and the latter half of his name is his own tribute to the life he left behind for SummerClan. He became Southernskies: An homage to Skye, the golden-eyed casanova plucked straight off the farm. He'd known of the clan cats' proximity to his property for a long time, but they were quiet and (mostly) stuck to their own lands, save for the stray youngin' looking for a thrill, so his feathers were never ruffled by their presence. It wasn't until a chance encounter brought him tumbling into the path of the young, enchanting warrior, Fallensnow, that he made the split second decision to uproot the only life he'd ever known and venture into the wild world beyond the fence. His instincts served him well; though the adjustment was still rocky, he was a stellar hunter and had the wits to serve him in skirmishes, and his easy way with words made him fast friends. To this day he still treads with a light foot, earned from moons of stalking mice along creaking boards and across brittle hay. He never regretted the choice he made that day. He still doesn't, even if things are very different now. Though he successfully wooed Fallensnow, and together they had three incredible children, it all came crashing down when a bright and sunny morning turned to a bitter evening, a patrol rushing in with news that his son, Coyotewild, and daughter, Foxpaw, were attacked by a pack of dogs. The attack left his daughter dead, his son permanently disfigured, and his family shattered. To this day Southernskies struggles to trust the peace of quiet mornings, always expecting the worst to happen. There's a hole in his heart that will never be filled again after enduring so much loss—Foxpaw, Coyotewild when he left the clan, Howlingheart's distance, and Fallensnow when she ended their relationship—but he holds his head high and carries on his duties to his clan and his family. He tends to be more cynical about the harshness of the world he lives in, but even though the skies may be unforgiving sometimes, there's always clear days ahead.