Hidden away in a winter wonderland, deep within the tunnels in the mountain, rests a group of cats who are happy to be secluded in their own little world. The cats who call this mountain oasis home are the wayward souls of WinterClan. And they are not to be trifled with. WinterClan cats are built on tradition, engrossed in their religion, and honed in the matters of honor. They embrace the blizzards, rejoice the colors of the northern lights, and worship under the stars. Believing that blood runs thick than ice, these cats are loyal to their own and their own only. Step between or upon the bonds of a WinterClan cat and be prepared for the avalanche that shall follow. The sophisticated, headstrong cats of WinterClan live not by the warrior code, but by the Code of the Northern Lights based upon their belief in their beloved god, the Northern God of Light, Lord Borealis. WinterClan cats are a different breed of cat and to believe yourself worthy of joining their ranks is a brave thought. Do not think for a moment that you will be welcome in this clan. WinterClan shall take you prisoner before accepting you as one of their own. So are you willing to resisk it all to live in this icy tundra?
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Welcome to WinterClan's official census! A census is "an official count or survey of a population" and 'tis it is! Here you will find a count of every single member, from the highest noble to the lowest prisoner. If you've ever had the question of 'which rank should my character be?' or 'what does Winter need really bad right now?' you will find your answer here! This census is regularly updated by the staff, so there shouldn't be any worry about false information.
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meet the staff
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WinterClan is home to a territory with a motto of survival of the fittest. The moutain here is not forgiving and the cats who call it home even less so. Ice, winds, storms, blizzards, religion, purity, class, and so much more make up the life of the cats here and for that reason alone, cats are weary of each step they take. It's like walking on ice, some spots are thinner than others, so be careful where you step. It's survval of the fittest around here, it's the only way to survive in the clan. The cats here have even turned on their own if need be, so no one is safe in the long run. Bloodlines, purity, caste; they're basically royalty symbols in this clan. The more WinterClan blood in your system the better, the more chances you have in life. Things like the better mentors, the better chances at a mate, and the better overall life all just becuase of your status in the clan. Your class helps too if your blood status is low, so work on your clan status. Don't get to low in class or status, or cause trouble or you'll find yourself doing a stunt in the prison cell with the tresspassers and other troublemakers of the clan.
god of light
Lord Borealis is the god of our hopes, lives, and light of our world. He's seen each night in the Northern Lights that surround the moutain, expressed in their beautiful colors and captured in the crystals of our home. We wear crystals as a way to honor him and becuase he has blessed them as well. (See more about crystals on another tab.) Lord Borealis is our god of light and life, for without light what is life? You can't live in the dark forever and for that we look to our dear god for guidance. He sends omens and prophecies Witch or Warlock. It is through them that much is deciphered but many religious actions are performed by the Knight of the Stars in the Lord's honor. To the Sovereign, he sends message of guidance and wisdom as he sees fit. In death we join him in the northern lights, becoming one with him in the end and acting as his messengers when called upon. But what more is there to our god? Much is still a mystery, and he has revealed very little to us so far, but there is a feeling that he will show us something soon.
Code Of The Northern Lights
1.) Honor thy parents, Ancients, and Keepers of Faith (the Blessed)
2.) Feed the young and nursing before oneself, for they are the life of the clan and are the key to the next generation.
3.) Your home is sacred. Protect it and fight for it with all you have. Even if this means your life must be lost, for the whole is greater than the one.
4.) Kill only what is needed to feed the clan. Send thanks to the Northern God for your success and skills.
5.) Keep to our borders, the Mountain and God of Light prove for us here. there is no reason to leave the protection of His grace and the strength of the Mountain.
6.) Take prisoner those who trespass, betray, dishonor, and steal from the clan. Only with the blessing of the God of Light through the Sovereign may they be taken as full members of the clan.
7.) Lost kits who seek a home, may find life within the clan’s borders. No abandoned, lost, or sickly kit may be left for dead. All shall be welcomed into the warmth of WinterClan, blessed be by the Northern God.
8.) Do not forget those who have passed before you. They once provided for the clan and deserve respect. Respect and honor them as you do the God of Light.
9.) Do not murder outside of defense. The Northern God has blessed us with life and we must cherish it wisely, even if the cat is from another clan. Murder only in defense, not freely or without thought.
10.) To leave the clan is to forsake your faith, family, and future. Choose wisely where you shall stand in the eyes of the God of Light and your ancestors.
WinterClan values bloodlines and blood status above almost anything. The more pure your bloodline the better your chances in life. You get the better mentors, training, arranged marriages, and more just becuase of your higher blood status. So what's your status? Is your blood mixed? Are you born in WInterClan but one of mixed blood? Well, you still have a chance, try and marry someone of higher status than yourself and hopefuly that will boost your children's chances. For warning though, you best act quickly for parents of purebloods tend to arrange marriages for their kits a week or so after their born to better their chances in life. The most wellknown and popular bloodlines in WinterClan right now are in relations to Cloudywinter, Smokesignal, and Wintrystar.
There are three different types of crystals in WinterClan: ranking, healing, and for burials. They are valued so highly due to their relation to the God of Light as represenatives of the northern lights with their multitudes of colors and appearances. In burials, they are used as a guiding source to those who have recently passed. In healing, they are an element to coduct better care and to offer spiritual healing. And finally, for ranks, it is a show of one's position in the clan and as a source to hold the Lord close to your heart.
Ranking: Worn on a necklace made of the user's choice of material but most commonly of vines or winter flowers or another form of cord. Dead members are buried with their final crystal of rank.
Scenic - Sovereign
Tourmaline - Heir
Rainbow/Amphibole - Witch/Warlock
Hematoid - Pupil
Smokey - Knight of the Guard
Rutilated - Knight of the Wise
Labradorite - Knight of the Stars
Chalcedony - Warriors
Milky - Apprentices
Clear - Kits
Carnelian - Ancients (are also allowed to carry their previous crystal of rank if they held a high rank such as knight or one of the other blessed)
No crystal - Prisoners
Rose - Symbol of Marriage
Healing: The crystals and gems are used for healing by WinterClan's Witch/Warlock or Pupil. They are rested around, on, or near the cat in question, are used in place of or along with herbs in most cases. This is due to the fact that herbs are difficult to come across in WinterClan, and these crystals are much easier to come across and are a gift from their God of Life. The Witch/Warlock or Pupil sometimes uses herbs, but they have to be traded for from other groups due to the harsh and cold climate of WinterClan's territory making herbs hard to find.
Angelite - general healing/well being, booster, used in most healing as a median or booster to the other crystals
Amethyst - aids the nervous system, relieves headaches, and treats insomnia, infection
Agate - mental health stabilizer, used in meditations and mental illnesses
Amber - found around the nursery and nursing queens and acts as a booster for milk production, used with broken bones as well
Blood stone - removes toxins and poisons from the bond
Jasper - strength, nightmares,
Lepidolite - stress, emotional, used in mediation
Fluorite - inflammation and pain reducer
Howlite - calming effect, used in meditations
Garnet - stimulates the metabolism, used in individuals who have no appetite or may have been starving. Used with digestion
Jade - pain reliever, mostly for joints
Lapis Lazuli - lung issues, such as asthma or difficulties breathing, vomiting
Hematite - cleansing of the blood and/or infection, and heart issues. May be worn by one who has chronic heart issues
Burials:In WinterClan crystals also play an important role in burials. When a cat passes away, their crystals are placed around their grave stone, as a memorial to those who have passed on. In addition, these crystals are also buried with the deceased to help ease their passing to the afterlife.
Black Onyx - to repel negative energy
Moonstone - safe travels to the northern lights
Citrine - promote positivity in death
Selenite - purification, enlightenment
We have four festivals a year as a means of religious and customs celebrations. There is one each season to celebrate something in relation to religion or customs involved in WinterClan. Life is tough on the moutain, and so even the little things must be celebrated to keep up moral. SO at each festival we have a conest, these contests, if you perform well, will help you gain status in the clan.
New Year's Day - The start of the year is the beggining of something new. Who knows what will come in the rest of the year and so prayers, hopes, and dreams are expressed and celebrated on thsi day. We look forward to what will come and celebrate what we just left. So shout out your dreams, scream your goals, and call out to the heavens what you want to do this your. It's a new year and thus a chance to become a new you.
Festival of New Beginnings - Here is the spring equinox, the first day of true spring and when the weather lightens up a little on the harsh mountain. So on this day we celebrate our youngest of the clan, the youths and the students. They are the bases of our future and so they are our beginning. It is through them that we will succeed in the future and so we must charish them now.
Day of Entrapped Light - Our Lord Borealis is in need of celebration and thus we set aside the brightest day of the year. On the summer solstice, the brightest day of the year, we take the time to celebrate all that he has given us and all he will give us in the end. He is our Lord and our greatest strength and for that, we celebrate him. It is a day of dancing, of joy, of light spreading across the land. It seems on the nighst of the summer solstice, that the northern lights are the closest to the moutains that they'll ever be, close enough to touch.
Festival of the Stars - This is our final festival of the year and it is to honor the dead, those who have passed before us. Family, friends, clanmates, all have seen an end before us and thus we wish to remember them. Remembrance and celebration of their life are the kinds of things that happen on this day. The burial guards are decorated and the true celebratioins start after dark when teh northern lights can be seen clearly. We mark this day on the night of All Hallow's Eve and set it aside to pay our respects. The day time is for prayers and the cleaning of the burial grounds, but at night it's a party of remembrance.
alliances & enemies
DayClan - for many reasons, mostly because of the blind dating event which has led to the recent war against them. After lossing the war to them and being forced to accept and be nice to the demons, we truly hate DayClan.
RR - due to their alliance and involvement in the recent war against WinterClan with DayClan. We lost the war and are still upset about it which just adds to our dislike of them.
SunClan - we despise the Sun God as he has only ever shown to bring destruction and dispair. He nearly destroyed whole clans and created cats such as Pandora and Bluejay.
guards and training
October & Novemeber Guards: Deathreign, Spottypaw, Wolfconstellation, Speckledpaw, Dirtydivinty, Flickeringflames, Nikkohydrangea, Reapingnight, Snowflurry, & Wolfspeak
Mentor & Students
Emberbrand & Speckledpaw
Agonywail & Spottypaw
Robinring & Tangledpaw
Articsong & Thunderpaw
The history of our Blessed are honored here
Information on the last plot is found here
Out of Character
We have a Halloween plot going on. It a celebration of the dead and you can find it on our forum! Also the diamonds to the left of this box are actually tabs, click on them and check them out!
Within the Kingdom
Have you heard the rumors? There's been a lot of those going around lately. Lilydawn has been hanging out near the border alot lately, wonder if she's got a secret lover? Or maybe she's trying to get away from Lioncub who has a cush on her. Rosemaryblight has been hosting fight clubs with the prisoners, some cats have even come to watch and have been betting their crystals! Robinring has been weird lately, super absent too, since his marriage was ended by Lord Borealis. Know who else is weird, Squidking, just a strange cat that one is. Thunderpaw hasn't show up to training all week, anyone seen him? Speaking of students and their training, did you hear what happened during Swiftpaw, now Swiftfreeze, and Polarblast's last training session? Polarblast died! Scaredbreath gave birth recently and her mate did not enter the den once all day, is there something going on there? Wolfspeak wants cuddles from his wife, but she's straight up refused hime, even in public! Arcticsong is pregnant, how exciting! Gingersnap has a clip on her tail, curious what that is all about. Meanwhile, Nikkohydragea has decided to marry a prisoner, how dumb is that?! Rumor has it that Howlingnight has a secret killing machine that lives deep in the depths of the prison, wonder if it's true.
PLAYED BY PAO A winter storm blows through. Snowflakes dancing in the harsh winds, beautiful is their dance, breathtaking is their appearance. Howling winds, voices lost, hidden truths forever forgotten. The land dusted in browns and greys, covered in a white coat of snow. A storm no one wishes to trespass upon, to even attempt to brave through, but lying at its heart a peaceful oasis resides. Wintryoasis is this storm. She sweeps through the land with an iron claw, head held high and unfazed by those around her. She hears no words, no rumors or lies. Merely the truth that is lost to the winds of the storm. Enchanting mint eyes are the only ones that see straight through to the center of the storm, the only ones that know of the heart that lays in the middle of it all. An oasis no one has yet to see, protected by the harsh outer storm. Wintryoasis is a secretive cat. She keeps things close, sharing very little of her life. Many only see the harsh storm, not looking for the oasis at the center. Never daring to breach the storm least they become lost and destroyed. The center is the goal, but most don't even know it's there. The hot springs that lay in the oasis, the loving warmth of the sun's rays that shine upon it, never seen by another. It is kept safe and hidden by the storm, where none dare tread.
Played by uniqcrim I am whatever you say I am. Indigocrown is rarely concerned with appearances or others opinions of her or anything else. Rumors may swirl but has found that ignoring them has allowed them to disappear quickly. She is descended from a long line of Winterclan cats who were always obsessed with what others thought of them. In the end it got them killed. She has decided its not worth the time or energy and is very secure in herself and her identity. She is a no nonsense warrior and has the size and skills to back her up. There are many misconceptions about her as she is not willing to offer up her experiences or opinions unless she feels it is important and has something to offer. The tabby cat is often pegged as anti social and snobby but she does have a mild case of misanthropy.
Played by Racer Her pelt is an expanse of burnished copper that shines so brightly in the sunlight that as a kit her parents would tell her she was born kissed by the sun. Even in the shadows her fur picks up on the faintest hint of light and reflects it back with a stunning iridescent shimmer. Roseshade has dramatic black bengal rosettes that only accent her glamorous sleek, but long-furred, coat. Her celadon eyes are dangerous but alluring. Roseshade is princess-level beautiful like the rest of her family but she doesn’t live up to the image. A true tomboy, she is always jumping into a stream, roughhousing with unwilling apprentices or shoving her way through narrow tunnels. That being said, much like a rose in the garden, she demands to be the center of attention. This cashmere bengal she-cat expects you to hang on her every word, compliment her, do what she says, the whole nine yards. And if you don’t? She’ll make your life miserable in the most creative of ways. Roseshade displays a shocking lack of empathy and has sadistic tendencies which means she can be positively ruthless if pushed too far. She’s not necessarily an evil cat but she’s definitely not one of the good ones.
Played by flurryofstars With a pelt of long charcoal fur and eyes a liquid gold, Blackfrost is a near clone of his mother--a fact he’s reluctant to admit. After watching his “dad” struggle with Nightfreeze’s string of affairs and continuous acts of disloyalty, the already hateful tom grew to resent her as well as every cat on his mom’s side of the family. Only his siblings were given a special place in his heart, though his love for them was far from unconditional. Except for maybe Specklednight, for whom he especially cared for and sometimes became overprotective of. Family and clan loyalty is his greatest value and anyone who disrespects that is little more than dirt in his eyes, and he’s not afraid to say so. Even on a good day, Blackfrost is prone to hate everyone he meets as he’s easily annoyed and anti-social. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t care for his peers though. If push came to shove, he’d probably jump in front of a fatal blow if it meant saving someone else. He’s also just as likely to deliver a fatal blow against those to betray or get in his way, and he’s got the bite to back it up. Blackfrost was born with a natural talent for combat and after spending much of his free time training, he’s developed into one of the best fighters in the clan. While his hunting is just above average, his impressive speed, strength, and mental capabilities make him worthy of the line of suitors eager to claim him as their mate. His cool composure and good looks only add to the appeal. The rest of his personality, however, makes him almost impossible to approach. Quiet unless necessary, cocky, easily jealous, and snarky, he’s not exactly ideal friend material, but his intentions are good. With most of his time focused on self-improvement, Blackfrost hopes to one day become strong enough to lead the clan away from its self-destructive path and into something more accepting and peaceful.
Tryouts to be held for Knight of the Guard position. Stay tuned.
Wintrystar + 915
Indigocrown + 928
Roseshade + 905
Blackpaw + 198
Agonywail + 356
Deathreign + 915
Articsong + 485
Last Updated + 10.26
Agonywail + played by stardance
Mate + Crimsonrose | Kits + None | Caste + Tarnished
Articsong + played by faith
Mate + Wolfconstellation | Kits + NAME & NAME | Caste + Tarnished
Deathreign + played by cleaver
Mate + n/a | Kits + NAME | Caste + Seraph
Blazingbluejay + played by faith Where most wish for a girl who’s as blissful as a summery day, Bluejay is the storm that makes you want to dance in the rain. A paradox of everything a good girl should be, she has the bright eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll look that every darling DayClan she-cat has, but with her comes a touch of sin. She has wild blood running through her veins, after all she is the product of the Sun God who granted Glowstar and Darkcomplex a single kit due to the leader being infertile. However she grew to have violent tendencies that went beyond what a kit was typically capable of. She was locked up inside of a two-leg mansion called Keepers Mansion. For moons she resented DayClan and her family for locking away until her half sister found her, it was kismet. The two fueled one anothers hatred until one day her sister Pandora freed her. Together the two went on a rampage destroying SunClan and DayClan together in a blaze of fire and corruption. The two were eventually stopped, Bluejay left to live her life as a rogue and Pandora remained in SunClan. Until the Sun God spoke to her and her sister again, giving them the power to put DayClan on their knees. Once more Bluejay tried to cripple DayClan, but was ultimately stopped by her mother Glowstar. This time Bluejay was permitted to stay, but found clan life to be unwelcoming after trying to destroy their clan twice. She felt like an outcast in her own home, resenting the Sun God and everyone in her life until she met Snakefang, a WinterClan warrior during a blind date. She fell in love with him and agreed to move into WinterClan, but instead was locked up for being a creation of the Sun God, a demon. Bluejay longs to be free, to be with her kits and mate, but for now her freedom is once more stripped from her. Revenge is close to Bluejays heart and her desire to corrupt what is rightfully hers is always around every dark corner. Her fur is as silvery as moonlit shadows seeps down her body like an inky substance, slick and shiny. Pearly white blooms out thick and spiky from her neck and chest fur like a fur cape made of gardenias shimmering cold greys and specks of green. Starry prints dance across her eyes like a painted mask of celestial constellations. Her tail is a cloud of wild blond curls. Her right eye has two eyeballs, one an intense amber and the other is such a pale green it nearly appears white. Her left eye is golden as though sunlight is burning behind the eye. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Snakefang Cloudywinter + played by pao Cloudywinter loves WinterClan. The cold air stealing her, the snow surrounding her pelt, the ice under her paws. It's a wonderland. A dream come true, one she never has to wake up from. She could never imagine living anywhere else. This silver-grey torbie is perpetually in a good mood and often found daydreaming in a patch of sunlight as weather permits. Friendly and good-natured, Cloudywinter is like a breath of fresh air in the frigid tundra, although she does not trust very easily, and for good reason. Cloudywinter is a distant relative of Goldenstar, a leader of WinterClan whose family was massacred years ago. By some miracle or mistake, her great grandmother Winterholly was spared, which is the only reason she and her siblings - Dappledglacier and Silverfury - exist at all. To this day no cats in WinterClan know of their relation to the former leader and the siblings plan to keep it that way. A distant cousin to Littlestar, the leader of SunClan who escaped the massacre, Cloudywinter does not understand how the expatriate could thrive anywhere other than her ancestral home. Pureblooded WinterClan cats belonged in WinterClan and nowhere else. This is an ideal she'd been taught by her parents since she was very young. Purebloods are stronger and more loyal than all the rest. The ideal warrior, and she was one of them. If only she could get rid of the outsiders that are polluting the Clan’s blood.... Cloudywinter believes if they stay, it will only lead to chaos, just as it did all those moons ago following Goldenstar'sreign. To please her leader, this green eyed she-cat has accepted outsiders, but she'll never mate with one or respect one more than a true blood clanmate. Pure in thought and ideals - at least she believes she is - Cloudywinter wants the best for the Clan and all those within it that belong there. Caste + Seraph Mate + Flickeringflames Cottontail + played by simplylight Cottontail is colored exactly like half-melted snow: Mostly snowy white with gray dappling peaking through here and there. The gray is peppered strongest on his face, legs and back, serving as a perfect camouflage for WinterClan’s mountain home. However, his tail remains a pure and uninterrupted white. This tom also has a distinctive gray nose and yellow eyes that shift to jade green at the center. Like most cats in his family, Cottontail is large and handsome, a perfect example of a WinterClan cat, an image he intends to keep up. He is more concerned with his appearance than most and often spends time looking at his own reflection, taking in his best and worst features. Both sides are important to him. Cottontail wants to be admired and intimidating at the same time, so he can’t be too soft or too harsh, but somewhere in-between. Finding this balance comes easy to him as he is very in tune with other cats’ moods as well as a perceptive listener. In fact, he often uses other cats’ hopes and dreams to manipulate them into doing his bidding without them even realizing it. Thus, Cottontail finds himself constantly building alliances with other cats, the main goal being to boost his status, but he also likes the company, he’s the social type, after all. Caste + Seraph Crownedeagle + played by ashestoashes The eldest of the litter, he is the peacemaker of his brothers, though can at times also cause some mischief in order to better his brothers' moods. After being named the 'spirit of guidance' by their mother, Northernlights, he has taken on the responsibility of being the voice of reason for his brothers. He would sacrifice all he has and all he is to ensure the safety of his brothers. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Dappledglacier + played by racer She's fierce and cold. A true ice princess. Her family has been in WinterClan for generations. They've survived trail after trail, wars and leaders of all kinds. She's a purist though. One who values pure blood life and will only mate with another pure blooded WinterClan cat. Like her brother, she was raised on the stories of the past. Of how great WinterClan was before it began allowing in outsiders. She vows to make WinterClan great again by only having pure blooded kits of her own raised to be tough and strong like her ancestors. She like visiting the old WinterClan graveyard, a place where many of her ancestors have been laid to rest. She will often clean their grave stones and leaver offerings, still clinging to the much older belief that spirits not at rest will come back to haunt the living as White Cats. Like a lot of her more traditional ancestors, she believes that her biggest contribution to the clan would be to start a family of her own, and to be a supportive mate. However, she isn't willing to budge on her high standards for her future mate, often being overly critical of potential partners. She knows that she deserves the best, and will accept nothing else. Sister to Silverfury and Cloudywinter. Caste + Seraph Mate + Emberbrand Dirtydivinity + played by racer Dirtydivinity is a gorgeous she-cat with blushing gray fur and lunar silvery rune striped markings glimmering like she flew through the moon. If more WinterClan cats saw her gorgeous markings they would believe she was blessed by the Moon Goddess. But because of who her mother is they believe the markings are a trick in an attempt to fool WinterClan into thinking she is good. Because of this WinterClan forces Dirtydivinity to roll in dirt, mud, anywhere she can find it to cover up her lunar colored markings. Snakefang was one of the first and few cats to ever tell her she was beautiful inside and out. She learned to lean heavily on Snakefang for support and even into adulthood relies on him significantly for emotional support. As a kit Dirtydivinity didn’t know how beautiful she was, instead believing that she was hideous. It was only through a particularly bad winter when the snow took away the dirt that she realized her true beauty. However she hides her beauty with dirt in fear that if she did reveal the markings that the higher ups of WinterClan would be furious and lock her away like her mother. Her fur is like a waterfall of the night sky, dark, yet inviting. Silhouettes of icy white cut through the dark fur like moonlight drizzling into the cold night air. The lunar colors melt into rune like patterns along her pelt that almost seem to glow. She has an envious hourglass shaped body and babydoll golden eyes like her mother Caste + Tarnished Mate + Dreamtheory + played by flurryofstars A dark sable tom with lighter flecks of brown in his pelt and sharp green eyes. His fur, while long, stays close to his lanky body and gives him a skinnier appearance than most of his clanmates. Despite this, Dreamtheory has no problem staying warm nor does he care if he stands out in a crowd. What he does care about are his relationships and overall wellbeing. His family means a lot to him but he’s quite independent and doesn’t allow any differing of opinions to hold him back. WinterClan, with all of its strict rules and blood favoritism, isn’t the ideal fit for a cat like Dreamtheory, who’d much rather relax and stall any important life commitments and responsibilities. The idea of settling down with a she-cat especially stresses him out, but as far as he’s concerned, a forced marriage is like a make-believe affair. It’s not actually real and therefore, doesn’t count. Even with Dreamtheory’s desired “pure” bloodline, no one really respects his worth. More often than not, he’s laying back in a pile of snow, watching the clouds as they float by and only returning to camp when it’s dark enough to avoid too many questions. Occasionally, when he’s forced to patrol or hunt, he does so with very little motivation and energy. In fact, the only time he seems to give anything his best effort is when he’s the one to volunteer himself for a job. Such a rare occasion only happens for the sake of a friend or relative, but when it does occur, Dreamtheory’s true skills overshadow his lazy lifestyle. While he’s not the best fighter or hunter in the clan, he knows how to maximize his abilities with the mind of a strategist. Because of this, Dreamtheory serves well in leadership and advisory roles, when he’s in the mood for it that is. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Emberbrand + played by cleaver He looks so charming with his dark fur, with a few flashes of red buried in the depths of his thick coat. This risk-taker can't say no to any other cat and is willing to do almost anything for the fun of it. His dark coat made it difficult for him to blend in with WinterClan land, but it was his family's curse and he must continue to bear it. First appearances are deceiving with Emberbrand: he's a clever cat but very emotionally aware of himself and others, but he doesn't put it to any good use. His charm goes toward stealing the ideas of other cats and convincing them to do his bidding instead of taking the time to stop being lazy and do the work himself. He wants to be the center of attention and is incredibly vain. Highly annoying, but of a prestigious bloodline - some cats argue that he's the brother of a former deputy, Hazethroat, and the grandson of a shard. Usually, those rumors can be traced back to Emberbrand himself, so it's a bit of a mystery as to the truth of his origin. Caste + Grace Mate + Dappledglacier Fervidsummer + played by pao The heat of summer is warm, humid, burning. Fervidsummer is summer born in cat's body. She's fierce and kind, harsh and bright. Her temper is mellow and cam bt her spirit is fierce in its enthusiasm. Firey orange fur stands out in the winter tundra she calls home, the fire spirit in winter as some call her. The cats of the clan know her as a calm, gentle spirit. But angered and she'd a fire burning the forest down. Usually, she's a gentle burn, a soft warmth filling you with love and kindness. Fervidsummer holds her family closest and values their happiness above everything. Closest to her brother Frigidspring out of her litter, she goes out of her way to make sure life is easy for him, especially after he was diagnosed as bipolar. Many see him in a different light since the diagnosis, but not her. No, she's only cared even more deeply for him, becoming even closer with him than before. Practically the mother of the litter, she tends to her three siblings' every need. But who wouldn't want to be wrapped up in her warm embrace? Her kindness embraces you, her warm engulfs you, her spirit inspires you. She is summer in the middle of a winter blizzard. Caste + Grace Mate + Talonstrike Flickeringflames + played by nova Flickeringflames is everything a she-cat shouldn’t be. This dark chestnut warrior has a loud mouth and will say anything that comes to her mind, unlike her more reserved brother Talonstrike. She can be ambitious at times, when her brother doesn’t hold her back, which only adds to her stubbornness which is constantly shining in her hazel green eyes. Once Flickeringflames has a goal in her mind, she won’t let anyone stop her. If they do, she won’t stop complaining about it for days until a new venture grabs her attention. Thankfully, this she-cat can be a bit forgetful so chances are she won’t even remember what she was being so stubborn about. Appearances do not matter much to her. Though her coat isn’t matted, it can be very dirty and dusty until her brother practically drags her away for a quick grooming session. She definitely knows how to have fun, but doesn’t quite know when to set limits on herself. Caste + Seraph Mate + Cloudywinter Garsparkling + played by cleaver A small and willowy pale yellow-and-gray tabby with close-set orange eyes, tufted ears, and a long muzzle. Outlandish and crude, Garsparkling has a special sense of humor that his serious clanmates often don't approve of. They see his jokes as disrespectful and rude and believe he is simply lazy. These cats incite his anger, and he's quick to jump to threats and start a fight, though he very rarely wins any combat challenge. He's prone to being over-affectionate with cats he's close to, which is anyone that can tolerate him for an extended period of him and will confess to them his great desire to ruthlessly destroy their enemies. He can be cruel and yet he is also very forgiving of any cat who slights him as if his embarrassing defeat meant nothing to him. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Gingersnap + played by Faith BOIS! That’s her answer to any question, Gingersnap is a big believer in love at first sight, true loves kiss, and every romantic cliche imaginable including kissing frogs much to everyone's disgust. She loves fairytales and often is confused why the world isn’t like the stories she hears, but she doesn’t let that bother her one bit. She’s very inspired by princesses and always tries to come off well mannered, righteous, and kind. Because of this she’s quick to over compliment her clan mates, but can gush over people a bit too much to the point that they may think she’s flirting… And possibly is. Gingersnap’s always looking for her true love and can become quite possessive. When she becomes over stressed by things her nice side can easily warp, but she often rants, screams and overall throws a tantrum when she’s certain no one else is around. Gingersnap is a strawberry blond Siamese with aquamarine colored eyes. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + GRIFFONWING + played by uniqcrim Where his sister, Indigocrown, is stern and inflexible, he is fun loving and spirited. He is somewhat self conscious of what others think about him, but masks that as much as possible. Griffonwing does not like others seeing his weaknesses. Wants his strengths to shine through and make the day a bit happier for everyone. On the inside he is very lonely and sad and does not want others to feel the same pain that he does. Caste + Seraph Mate + None Howlingnight + played by faith His whole life there have been pages missing from his story. He could feel it the moment he breathed, there was a mother that should have warmed his cold fur and a somber reality for why he suffered at the claws of his captors daily. He was nameless, worthless, his world was nothing more than waves of pain and gushes of red. He grew up close to his sisters and seeking out the cracks in the wall where he could see a world outside of his horror story. On a long enough timeline anything can become normal, pain was as common as a sneeze or a cough. Out of nowhere, but a natural part of life. Over time his skin hardened in more ways than taking a beating, but accepting the humiliation and learning to not let it control him. Life presented him a choice one day that in the furthest reaches of Alvah Faris’s memory he could recall being a particularly dark night when in reality he knew it was his imagination playing tricks on him. One day his freedom was in his grasp, he could leave, but with his new freedom he had to leave behind his sister. For a long time he thought of himself as loyal, taking beatings on his sisters behalf when he could, but in the moment he realized he never had the option to be selfish. He never had anything to lose before because he had been given nothing. For most of his life he looked at the outside world through a crack in the wall and when he left the only place he ever knew he found it was on a deeper level. There was wind hot in his fur, the grass itched his paws, and there was prey alive for the hunting. For Alvah the world was like walking into a painting, unreal and imaginative, where the rules he could feel in his blood was different. He was found by Wanderingwright who brought him back to DayClan, a land like nothing he was capable of understanding. Growing up he learned he lacked the nature of virtue, loyalty, and altruism. He was a different species, a new kind of player in the forest. As he grew older he felt like a demonic creature among celestial beings. Undeserving of their love and incapable of understanding their tranquil lifestyle. All this changed when he met Wintrystar of WinterClan, he fell in love with her calm nature and domineering spirit. He left DayClan behind and joined WinterClan to be with her. Alvah Faris is a gun metal black tom with silver gliding down his hackles like a pair of wings. Caste + Grace Mate + Wintrystar INDIGOCHILL+ played by SHADOWBLADEღ A long haired white tom with faint light gray face marking, grey tail, a red nose, slight eyebags and intense, deep blue-indigo eyes. "What's my problem? Well, I want you to follow me down to the bottom" Indigokit was born to happy little couple, one of his siblings weak and unfortunately didn't make it past kithood. That was the first or the worst, because he had to grow up during the war with WinterClan and PI. Looking back on it his poor mother might have been more than a little stressed out and might have been why she didn't handle the end trimester or nursey so easily and always seemed to be... looking over her shoulder. It must of have finally clicked when word broke out of Acornkit's body being sent back along with Frigidkit to send a message: "Every sunrise a kit draws their final breath." He was nearing apprentice age when the final fight would take place and his mother the great and brave cat he couldn't wait to learn from and fight with - she fought along side her mate and both would perish in the lengthy battle to end it all. Indigokit might have old enough, but ultimately didn't know how to fight - so he fought dirty 'disgraceful' one might call it and would gang up on one of the PI cats, and they kill them. Killing, intentional or indirectly causing their death - it didn't matter in that moment and it still doesn't today. It was the worst feeling he got and he never forgave himself or others for it. In a one day he lost experienced trauma, had his own near-death experience, and his support system with no one wise enough to help him process it all and turned on his clanmates by lashing out at them when they lamented his parents were heroes and died for a good cause. 'A good cause?' "And my problem? Our culture can treat a loss, Like it’s a win and right before we turn on them," How could they say that to him? "Yeah they were my heroes and you took them away because all you care about is your dumb cause!" He wanted to yell it louder but no one would've listened anyways. Unfortunately, calling his fellow clanmates out wasn't exactly giving him popularity points either. One of them or maybe two or more of the more prouder cats just whispered about how he was a bad fighter resorting to such terrible tactics and that it would be a shame to be killed by him. He got secretly discriminated against by his peers for that - regardless of rank the seed of doubt and fear got spread like teenage drama and before he knew it Indigopaw realized he stood in the very grave they dug for him - and he started it by giving them the shovel. Fine. The war was over but even Indigokit knew PI had won. "I'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king." They took so much from him, he grew up fast that day. He thoughts he's not so proud that he would rather stay in back void of his mind but he's been insomniac since apprenticeship - if cat's could have eyebags he would - so he'd stay awake at night just burrowing a hole in the earth. Despite his setback, Indigochill still wants to be the best warrior he can be and prove them wrong - he couldn't make it as a Medicine cat/Witch and that's okay he's not sure he could live with the guilt if he lost a patient and he eventually would. So he'll support the clan he still loves - the younger generation don't know of the war, they don't know his secret disgrace, and he occasionally get marveled by the kits as Seraph and hopefully future Knight. That makes the pain of the past hurt a little less each day. "I’m not disrespecting what was left behind, Just pleading that it does not get glorified." Indigochill is a stoic and straightforward person with an innate ability to spark conversation with anyone, despite holding a reserved and quiet attitude most of the time; remnants of the once friendly and charismatic kitten he used to be. He is shown to be rather clever, knowing just the right words to say to manipulate others into replying to his words, allowing him the opportunity to get the upper hand. He does not seem to mind doing something underhanded if it means he can claim victory in a fight - he wants his opponents to underestimate him and he stopped caring about what his clanmates or others think of him a long time ago anyways. He's anti-social way made it clear he's not into making friends, but he's rather easy-going, docile and over all compliant to help his clan and provide support for them be it another fighter holding the front lines or a distraction to lure the enemy and keep them away with his misdirect. The only thing he can't seem to be obedient about it arranged marriages. Indigochill isn't even sure he ever wanted a mate or kits, but he sure doesn't as heck doesn't want either by getting pressured into them. Indigochill was arranged with Scaredbreath, and at first the two seemed to be two sides of the same coin, neither was looking for love, neither wanted kits and neither wanted to even make friends. He wanted his distance, he wasn't perfect at keeping his hurting a secret, but she would know not to bring it up, play blind nd let him go on his way. "Promise me this, If I lose to myself, You won’t mourn a day, And you'll move onto someone else." Wow, perfect. While the marriage vows felt weird, something felt okay and they might have both genuinely awkwardly smiled that day. Life can be cruel trick though, and Wintrystar's passing reminder that couples are expected to eventually have kits, ideally in 6 months-1 year didn't help. Neither of them were really putting that much effort into it either. Maybe she was in love with the concept, maybe she just wanted things done her way, maybe she thought having a litter would really get them off their backs but she wasn't open to compromise and neither was he. So weeks of fighting, cue the animosity between them every time the other entered the room, and somehow it would led to an unhealthy, aggressive, kind of hate-love if one could even call it that. Or maybe just 'self-made anger with a release' that, for some reason, just made him cruel towards her. He doesn't know how it started, maybe just banter at first that started to cross the line, where blaming her everything became his norm but the winces of her eyes, the saddened look on her face and deep down he just crumbles when she started to cry. How did they get here? How did it come to this? It's not her, he swears it's just the marriage that just brings out the worst of him now and neither know how to stop it. "Find your grandparents or someone of age, Pay some respects for the path that they paved, To life they were dedicated. Now that should be celebrated." Caste + Seraph Mate + Scaredbreath Lilydawn+ played by goldcrest A fall from grace, some would say, but Lilydawn would have to disagree. There is no grace in a child nobody wanted, who was left behind and passed around like some broken toy. She's bitter, cruel, angry at the world and angry at herself. She has no clan blood to her name--which is a wonder as to why she is in the Grace Caste to begin with, though it may be her special connections to the previous Ghoulstar. One out of four of her adopted fathers, her and her late siblings were found and adopted by the four previous Mountain clan leaders, with a system set up so that they could live in each clan for a bit. She is the only survivor, each dying off some way or another. After their death's, she decided to stay in Winterclan--though she hopes to leave the Mountain clans altogether one day, a dream she has kept to herself. Doestar of Summerclan had left his own kits behind, stirring a bitter jealously within her. They were his, she was just something accidentally stumbled upon and decided to keep. She can be jealous, resentful, taking her issues of abandonment and anger out on those around her. She isn't above cruelty, and often hides her insecurities behind metaphorical walls and barbed fences. She's a dance alone in the dark, a broken crown, a dim hallway of fancy doors, all containing anger and regret. She struggles to control her emotions, taking it out not only on those around her but also herself. Lilydawn often neglects taking care of herself, coming off as scrappy and messy. They're mean, sarcastic, quick-witted and incredibly insecure--though she hides that. But deep down, she's a sad, scared little kid who wants to see her family again. Despite this, she had trouble connecting with her half-siblings, mostly out of jealously and bitter resentment. Tends to isolate herself and doesn't have many friends. Caste + Grace Mate + Limelight + played by cleaver The party doesn't start til she walks in. Limelight is always the last one on the scene: anticipation builds in the air until its so electric her fluffy fur starts to rise. A mystery is woven around Limelight, one of her own creations: every sweet story she tells is accompanied by a little wink or a knowing smile like there's more behind the scenes and she simply cannot wait to share the secret as soon as she's able. Despite her protests that she is truly just a simple lady with simple desires, everyone knows she has something to hide, and that's the delight of the game. Limelight loves to be the center of attention, and her stories and dramatic entrances are only the beginning. She can call attention onto herself in an instant, thrilling about her wonderful day or fretting over any tiny detail that doesn’t go her away. Any inconvenience is worth sharing, every concern must be brought to everyone's full attention, because did that ratty-looking former rogue really have the audacity to step on HER tail? Limelight might want to be the center of attention, but she really only has eyes for other pure-blooded cats. The weak and dirty cats are worthy of interaction only at a distance, maybe the handsome ones earn themselves a few flirtatious remarks, but that's as far as she'll take them. She likes to parade about her newest toy, any young prodigy that catches her eyes, but she doesn't truly care about them. She will tear down anyone who gets in her way, and everyone knows it. In the future, Limelight wouldn't mind having her own collection of kits to raise - though she would treat them more as status symbols than living, breathing creatures - but only if they have the purest blood and most gorgeous pelts. They must be worthy of her love. Limelight is a long-haired pure-blooded WinterClan she-cat, her coat a rich tapestry with a myriad of light grey hues that dark over her legs and mingle with orange. Her black-and-white mask reaches past amber eyes to her pure snow-toned chest. She was born to Emberbrand and Dappleglacier, two arranged mates with a lineage reaching back to Goldenstar. Her siblings are Cottontail (her dearest brother), Warmglow (the weak blemish of her line she could do without), Phantommist (her improperly-behaved brother), and Subtletouch (her confident, like-minded sister). Caste + Seraph Mate + Lioncub + played by faith Named after his father he always tries to live up to his name, but often confuses respect with fear. He’s quick to be hard on others and to Lioncub respect isn’t optional, it’s mandatory around him. Despite his attitude he’s keen on organizing, scheduling, and is very enthusiastic about work, change, and providing the best for his clan. Like his father he takes his work very seriously, but has his mother's energetic personality. He cares deeply about every cat in the clan including prisoners, feeling that they all provide a value to the clan as a whole, but he takes special pride that he was born on top of it all. Caste + Seraph Mate + Mangledmind + played by nova Mangledmind grew with hope in his heart, he knew he had demon blood in his veins, but held hope that if WinterClan still let him live and breathe that he must be worthy. Mangledkit grew up very prideful, trying to not let anyone shame him too much, but would back down out of fear. He managed to live on the cusp of fear, but still maintain a happy life as a kit. Mangledpaw growing up was very attached to Snakefang and because of this Snakefang tried his best to shelter Mangledmind from the abuse of WinterClan. However Mangledpaw’s visits to see his mother in prison haunted him, he was afraid to wind up imprisoned like she was. He tried his best to be a great apprentice, but wasn’t afraid to speak up if someone was bullying his family. Soon enough the clan was beginning to trust him a bit more for his good behavior while still keeping his pride, however this didn’t sit well with everyone. One particular night Mangledpaw went out looking for scraps to eat. To this day he doesn’t know whether he was pushed, a change of the winds, or maybe he lost balance, but one way or another he fell down a ravine. A thin jutted rock caught into his skin stopping him from his death midway down. He cried for help, missing for an entire day before someone found him. However when WinterClan found him they did nothing to help, calling it a lost cause. His family tried to save him, but he was too deep into the cliff, there was no way for anyone to save him. Mangledpaw was stuck though, his skin growing weaker everyday. One night he decided he needed to face his death at the bottom rather than die slowly on this jutted rock his skin was hooked into. He squirmed and rocked back and forth, the pain excruciating, but eventually he managed to fall. He lied at the bottom of the cold rock floor, his legs twisted, broken, living in pain. The mice at the bottom ate pieces of him alive, parts of his ears leaving pieces of his ears with chewed up holes. The cold turned his tail black. Dying was slow, but healing was even slower. When his siblings discovered he fell they raced down only to find him alive. WinterClan did not want to waste their medicine on a demon so instead they amputated half his tail, gave his family splints to put on him themselves and left it at that. His family worked to heal him, but without any proper aid they could only do so much. His legs are still twisted up and the healing process took moons. His mind was mangled. He would laugh unexpectedly, scratch himself, babble on about strange things, cry in his sleep. His mind is more like a switch, he can turn himself back to sane, but if he did he would be tormented by the crippling trauma. He turns on the sane switch in his mind for very few people but his parents are one of the few he’ll talk to. It hurts him less to lose all pride in his insanity than remember what happened to him. Mangledmind has dark black, extremely spiky fur that juts out at extreme, dramatic angles. He has murky yellow reptilian eyes like his father. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Nightfreeze + played by pao The night is calm, cool, colorful. It's hypnotizing and beautiful. Nightfreeze is so much like the night. Her fur is fluffy and pitch black, he eyes blue as icicles. She is truly a WinterClan cat. But she is not a claimed WinterClan cat. Nightfreeze was disowned by her father when she was dropped off in the clan as a kit by her mother. Her litter, and many others, were the result of the blind dating event between WinterClan and DayClan. Her mother didn't want her, and neither did her father. But she was accepted into WinterClan, as were her siblings and they've been there ever since. While her family may disown her and not claim her, the clan does as they do all kits that show up on WinterClan territory. Nightfreeze has learned to be thick-skinned and cold. But her heart gleams with longing and desire. She wants something to fill that void of what having a true family would have done. That void that was created by being disowned and pushed aside as a kit. It is this longing that has driven her to seek cat after cat, lover after lover, and never feel satisfied with what she finds. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Snowflurry Nikkohydrangea + played by faith He’s the little nobody no one knew about until the day he tried to off himself. Then everybody suddenly knew him. People claimed that they were his best friend, that they blamed themselves for seeing the signs that were never there, but they claimed were. He was visited by absolute strangers reminding him about the most mundane stories of how they once shared prey or were on a patrol together one time. He was somebody when he woke up from the brink of death the way he thought he wanted to be. Now everyone looks at him, everyone pretends to be his friend, he’s the most pitiful pitied guy in the whole clan. He remembers when he would wish everyday to be liked, for people to notice him and now that it was he realized it was his hell. He steals herbs from his mom's medicine cat den to dull himself away from this plane of existence and onto the next, at least for a while. Blue grey cosmos fur as midnight blue as a sky on a bright moon night basks against his disheveled form. He looks as though he would be very handsome if he groomed back his scruffy fur and didn’t hunch over so much. He has a curtain of long fur in front of his dauntless robin egg blue eyes that seem permanently fixed to a mischievous demeanor. Dark glittery black claws rake anxiously across the already grey hairless slivers across his legs that he’s already picked clean of fur. His tone is playfully sarcastic often pointing out people’s flaws and calling people mouse brain mimicking his moms trait. He often wishes he was like his sociopathic mother, but no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesn’t care about anything and could laze around while chaos is at the door he’s not. He cares greater because he’s suffered, he smiles because he’s wasted too much time crying and he’s stronger because he has no choice, but to be. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Shadowbard Nutmegaroma + played by uniqcrim His fur is as surreal as a painting, strokes of walnut brown, mahogany, and beige descend across his pelt in a woodland color scheme. Playfully His snout down his face is a white as well as his paws. He has dark as forest green eyes that shimmer with a trouble makers demeanor. Pine has dreams of being a hero, he knows his families got bad reputations, but he wants to prove that he can be a good warrior. The problem is that he must have his families bad blood trapped in him because every time he tries to do right he ends up doing wrong. Just bad luck you can suppose. He’ll try to help someone find their kit only to accidentally shove their kit into a river never to be seen again. Other times he might try to free a clan mate from being imprisoned only to watch them slaughter eight people and realize maybe they were in prison for a reason. Even sharing prey with someone he finds he accidentally gave them sick prey. His family couldn’t be prouder, but he’s constantly surrounded by swirling guilt over his reign of bad luck. He is the son of Mistyveil and Regin, Mistyveil was medicine cat/ first alchemist/ first witch/ ex prisoner/ ex prison guard of WinterClan. Regin was a prisoner the same time Mistyveil was. However his parents have since moved to SunClan changing their names to Mistyrose and Sparrowflight. Bio written by Faith. Caste + Tarnished Mate + ORIOLELEI + played by SHADOWBLADEღ A long-haried, black with bright orange to rust splotches tortoiseshell she-cat with honey colored eyes and a white nose bridge. Oriolepaw a normal, independent, socially friendly, and always something or so much on her mind that she occasionally comes across scatterbrained and mildly disorganized kind of cat. She was happier than ever this adventurous one - so enthusiastic and lively, she enjoyed adventure stories and dead set on one day having or creating her own grand journey one day... it'd be a shame if something ruined it. Not alive, not dead inside, maybe half-dead? Perhaps that best described the complicated feelings and mood she's been in after a fatal accident of her childhood friend, and fellow brave adventurer. Oriolepaw was distracted and away, someone did something accidentally and she -the self-proclaim 'responsible apprentice'- never got over the guilt or forgot the experience. To enjoy living so much it really horrible to her to think it could be over and gone just like that. Her subconscious actually tortured itself with nightmares of cold, darkness, overwhelming fear, overwhelming dread, the whispers, the horrors. Oriolelei couldn't help the dissociative, fatalistic resignation state she fell in, the disconnect she secretly felt with everyone outside of her few close friends took years to overcome, or more like forget. She believes in her clan, and loves the fierce loyalty between them but feels it hurts to follow their ways. If she was actually held accountable for that accident that happen so long ago she probably would've been demoted, if her father told the truth about who her mother was, they'd both be demoted or thrown out for the additional lie. Her mother was an outsider who gave birth around the time a battle took place, so when her mother couldn't stop the bleeding and knew she had to call out for him, he abandoned defending his clan and friends. He ultimately would end up taking the kit she wanted to name 'Aradia' that would never be, and bring right back to the ones he left; he claimed a female friend he left to die was the mother of the sole kit. The kitting was early and came by stress, can't you tell by the fighting to death and the sole kit? No more questions asked, and none were. He already fell out of the Grace caste having her inherit the Tarnished caste and she was testing the waters without even knowing it - her personality was just so bad for a WinterClan cat. 'Forget the outsiders, respect the caste, respect the code' so when he finally told her all that after losing her friend and just wanting some words of comfort, she got that instead. So she straighten up her act so to speak to be back in the Grace caste with her father - maybe that's why the sadness, the distance hurt that much more during her youth with everything repressed. She couldn't even tell her best friend Rowanstrike the things her father told her, but socializing is hard for him so luckily he never asked or tried to problem solve, sometimes having an ear to just listen to her and how she felt was enough, and a lot better than her father bringing up his mistake and telling her to get it together. "spent most of my life, riding waves, playing acrobat, shadowboxing the other half, learning how to react, catching my breath, letting it go," Becoming a warrior and rising into a caste felt so freeing and somehow still off - she still wasn't sure she even deserved it but she just wanted to be herself again, to sing regardless of whose around to hear, to catch her breath, let it go and have her heavy heart felt like weightless cloud again. Forget all the wrongs, to do what feels right and leave behind some reasons to be missed not continuing this cycle of anger or hate. She wants to help her fellow clansmates, because that's what she wants not because it might help her move up. She even volunteers with the students while still barely having an inkling of how far her skills can go, what she's going to do with her life but if she pretends she's confident, then maybe she can fake it to make it. She feels like she was late to break out of her shell and start anew, forgetting the former pieces of herself except well, her enthusiasm for adventure. Now it's just to places of relevance to whatever research or new vein of information she's obsessed with. Oriolelei's former passions rejuvenate in fueling the new ones through her youth and early adulthood. She likens herself to a specialist to help identify an item - except for plants, no shade to the medicine cats but all plants look the same to her #cancelher - and gives things her own rarity based purely on opinion but also get a first look at whatever interesting items comes their way. The possibility of finding or re-finding ancient or brand new, or strange two-legs things that could already be within their paws' reach and they just have to grab it. Who knows where her efforts, unusual love for the dead and time will be worth? Death is a complicated duality with her; on one hand she's seen an outsider off the border - frozen completely still, like sculptures ready to come to life, and to that she's a 'death fangirl' perhaps - charming to a degree. But also what if they could reverse that one day? There's so much to life they don't know and life's mysteries kinda inspires her. Other times if she's having an existential crisis with you, she believes and lives like there is no afterlife- so she /has/ to live it up while she can. If she's right, then it's too sad to think about all the cats who don't get to live full lives, all the ones that die young... but if she's wrong, then thank the stars their short and fragile lives have something else to live for, or rather to continue experiencing a different kind of life, the afterlife. To have a life to look back on with joy, she doesn't have to be perfect and neither do you. On her good days or bad days she's kicking down the doors to people's personal boundaries and sometimes accidentally being too much and other times not so accidentally getting to know her clanmates better because sometimes just talking about dumb dreams meaning or toms or 'that's a pretty big rabbit in the pile there - you think they're starting to finally mutate?' 'Finally?' 'Ohyouhaven'theardmytheoryyet?' She thinks of Rowanstrike as her guidance she could hang out all day with without even saying a word and just being in each other's company, Gingersnap is her gossip and social buddy she doesn't hesitate to visit or 'to monitor the prisoner' - heck even when they don't have a patrol or anything she still shows up just to realize it with 'OOOhhh right.... Well, wanna go get breakfast since I'm here?' Oriolelei doesn't seem to take anything as an inconvenience and sometimes carries a mysterious 'it was meant to happen anyways' attitude. Hanging around these prisoners is making her soft, what was that saying - wounded birds flock together? Something like that, and something about living for freedom and wanting to help others spread their wings that draws her to Amberbird, and other cats in general. All the other cats she see as the friends she wants to be close to but so far has never had the opportunity to. Caste + Grace Mate + Amberbird Phantommist + played by racer An entertainer, he is always making rude or demeaning jokes, to try and make other cats laugh. He enjoys being the center of attention, much to the dismay of his sister Limelight as they compete to be noticed by both their parent and the other members of WinterClan. He wants to make his family proud,andlive up to his title as a pure blooded WinterClan cat. He is greatly offended by even the smallest of criticisms and corrections, Phantommist will never admit he is wrong. Will stand up for any member of his family, simply because they share blood, even Warmglow. He wants to get married for love, but constantly laments that nobody will have him, so he’ll settle for an arranged marriage so that he can continue the family legacy. However, he is unknowingly infertile. As a warrior he will always blame the she-cat for his own fertility issues, and demand a new match after they fail to get pregnant. He is squeamish, hates blood and gore, including childbirth. Named for the gray patches of fur on his pelt, and his ghostly blue gaze Caste + Seraph Mate + Polarblast + played by pao Glaring yellow orbs, dark grey-brown fur with streaks of white, make up a tom worthy of the title Polarblast. He's a storm of his mother's making, a fierce soldier that follows orders to a T. This tom was raised more as a warrior than as child, born to a mother that never imagined herself having kits but when she did, she turned them into her perfect soldiers. Or as perfect as they could be with flaws at every corner. Where his siblings continued to disappoint their mother time after time, Polarblast succussed in being her personal suck-up. Quick to report on his siblings to their mother, or even other kits not related to him to theirs, he became known as a tattle-tale to all the cats in the clan. Because of the teasing and lack of friends that followed his excessive reporting of his siblings and other kits, Polarblast became cold and distant. He had no friends and told everyone he didn't care that he didn't as long as he was the best. This mamma's boy has always been her perfect soldier and to many a grumpy brat that seemed like he had a pinecone stuck up his butt. It's pretty bad when your own siblings don't like you too much. Caste + Grace Mate + Pomegranatedecay + played by pao Pomegranate. A fruit filled with many seeds, a link to one of the oldest tales, a message to all who sees it. Long ago a young wood nymph wandered into the Underworld. She decided she liked it there and took a bite of forbidden fruit, sealing her fate in her new role. She became a queen, a feared ruler, and a beauty to look upon. Her name was Persephone, the Queen of the Underworld, and the Goddess of Spring. Many tell her tale in a different light. Of a naïve child who was swept away by the God of the Underworld and trapped there by force. But truly, her story is told wrong. She was never trapped by force, never taken without reason. No, she choose to stay, to find a new meaning to life than that of a simple wood nymph that would be forgotten in time. Before this story, the one with two versions, she was forgotten already, nameless, and merely another nymph that wondered the world. She wanted more, desired power, and took what she desired. Her lover, her faithful husband, the ruler of the Underworld, did nothing to stop her. He merely allowed her to do as she pleased and gave her what she desired with no hesitation, for who would choose the Underworld when they have the whole of the world above at their finger tips? She did. And when he asked her why she chose here, to live with him and his darkness, her words surprised all. Persephone was not naïve, or merely sweet, kind, and caring. No, she was filled with desire, want, longing, determination, and spirit. She saw a crown, a future, something that awaited her far more desirable than growing flowers. "For who would choose flowers over a crown? Who would chose a life to be forgotten when I can be the Queen of all?" There is another like her, one who has captured the spirit of the Queen of the Underworld and holds tightly to it. Pomegranatedecay grew up as the daughter of the Sovereign and her lover, surrounded by siblings, clanmates, and all she could ever want. Her life was bliss, sweet and everything a cat could want for. But still she wants more. She wants power. Her soul is like that of Persephone's, in longing for her own crown to wear. Her darkness lies in wait, patiently waiting for the time in which to take what is hers and never let go. Pomegranatedecay, dark grey and white cat, embodies darkness, was raised in it. Her mother was the Cold Winter Sovereign, a ruler who started war for kits and chaos. She grew up during a battle, a war started for the sake of blood, kits, and power. But she never cared. She believed her mother righteous and will have that idea to her dying breath. Pomegranatedecay understands power, the desire and control it holds on one. But knows, that what one must show is the outer shell, a cover to hide the darkness within. It is like the pomegranate fruit, a blood red shell, hides the many seeds of desire within. It is a covering of darkness, a mask of ideals and dreams, a shell for the soul that refuses to decay in the realm of the Underworld. Caste + Seraph Mate + Tempesthaven Quiveringcoward + played by pluto Quiveringcoward, originally named Nobodykit, was much more outspoken about being treated lowly because of his blood. He was the first of his siblings to start talking back to adults and outright defying orders. However WinterClan grew tired of his behavior and put him in his place by temporarily banishing him from WinterClan. They sent him out into the cold when he was just five moons old. He gained frostbite and became lost in the wild. By the end of the week he was numb, starving, and being picked apart by crows. WinterClan rescued him from the crows, but made sure the wounds would scar as a reminder of the lesson he learned. WinterClan wanted him to cower before him and now he didn’t have much of a choice. After the frostbite he’s always quivering, unable to control the trembling sensation he feels and the shiver that enters his voice sporadically. WinterClan renamed him Quivering that day, but in some respects he likes the name, because at least he wasn’t a nobody any longer. Snakefang was by Quiveringcoward’s side through his entire recovery process and will help him with day to day tasks where his trembling prevents him from doing what he needs to. Snakefang is much more nurturing to Quiveringcoward due to his inability to function normally, but at times Quiveringcoward can feel embarrassed by the attention. Quiveringcoward is outspoken, but not as rebellious as he was as a kit. However many view him as cowardly due to his quivering body and voice. He has a snowy white underbelly, under tail and legs. The top layer of his fur is grey with splotches of varying shades of grey appearing in almost a snow leopard like pattern. He has lightning bright green reptilian eyes like his father. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Reapingnight + played by Jadie Reapingnight is somewhat small in size with a thick and unruly charcoal gray pelt. His fur has a unique auburn undertone: In the night he blends in as effortlessly as a shadow, but in direct sunlight he shines mahogany. He also has a few dusty ginger patches, mostly around his face, which accent his intense mustard yellow eyes. Sure, Reapingnight is quite the handsome cat… but he doesn’t look very WinterClan. His ears aren’t tufted, his fur isn’t that long, he’s dwarfed by the giant pure-bloods, the list goes on. As the son of Wintrystar and Howlingnight, Reapingnight is expected to be the perfect WinterClan Warrior, and that’s his dream. He wants to be revered as one of the Clan’s most powerful, respected cats and maybe even follow in his mother’s footsteps as a future Sovereign. But he’s been plagued with self-doubt: He doesn’t look the part, so how in the world will he ever act it? He would never pose that question to himself, of course. He deals with his insecurities by repressing and then imposing them on everyone else. Assertive and arrogant, Reapingnight paints himself the rightful prince of WinterClan, the cat you should listen to and follow without question. He will build you up or tear you down, whatever works best of him, no blow too low. Believe it or not he does have a sensitive side; however, this side also nurtures his weaknesses, so he buries it in favor of the distinguished future he has convinced himself is waiting for him. Caste + Seraph Mate + Roaringmouse + played by racer Roaringmouse was born into the world of blood and chaos. When her mother passed away due to complications during kitting, Roaringmouse had been left inside suffocating. If not for the swift action of her grandmother Littlerstar, Roaringmouse would have perished right alongside her mother and unborn brother. You would think that would have been enough of a rough start, but upon finding his mate dead and tore open, her father went insane with rage. He attacked Littlestar and his sister Satinlights, landing himself imprisoned. Luckily she and her brother Earthquake were taken in by Sanguinerose, a SunClan queen. While they know Lionpride is their father they don't know the whole story. Due to her rough start to life, Roaringmouse has several lasting effects from her time without oxygen. She is small and tiny, with several health issues that plague her throughout her kithood. As an apprentice she was lead to WinterClan after running away, by her grandfather Goldenstar only to be imprisoned. She was beaten into submission, every time she brought up the Sun God she was severely punished. She still doesn't believe in the WinterClan Gods, but she now knows the words to keep herself out of trouble. Fortunatly the harsh treatment never seemed to take away her spirit, she is lively and outgoing. Curious about things that others overlook, always asking the questions that don't even cross the minds of others. She is kind and caring, refusing to participate in WinterClan's cruelty even when it causes trouble for herself. Caste + Tarnished Robinring + played by cleaver Incredibly precise and always in control, this keen tomcat doesn't take a step that he hasn't already considered from several different angles. He only feels safe and confident when he has a grasp on the events swirling around him and is constantly making subtle rearrangements to suit his purposes. His patience is unyielding, his mask unbreakable, and everyone else sees only what he allows them to peek at. It's no secret that Robinring must always be the smartest cat in the room, but more hidden is the ice in his eyes and the efficiency of his bitter swift retribution. An undersized multicolor tom with pale blue eyes. Caste + Grace Mate + Roseshade Rosemaryblight + played by Jadie Rosemaryblight has a silky white pelt with a grey tabby face and tail. Her feet are speckled in silver looking as though mist is seeping out from the pads of her paws. Her eyes are dark gray, almost black, especially in the night, and most cats, even her parents, find them unnerving. Growing up alongside the demon litter, Rosemaryblight was always fascinated by the supernatural side of things. She is frequently asking for stories about the Life God and Death Goddess, always eager to learn and do more for the divine that WinterClan worships. However her fascination in her adopted older siblings eventually twisted into an obsession. Rosemaryblight enjoys experimenting with the demon litter’s weaknesses in order to find “the cure” as she calls it. Raised as a proper pureblood elite, Rosemaryblight realizes she has many perks in having demonic siblings and will frequently treat them as servants, even training them to obey her. Sometimes she will make false promises to get her way and is very convincing: Those midnight eyes of hers that reveal nothing. Rosemaryblight doesn’t look at anyone who’s below a half blooded WinterClan as even a member of this clan let alone as an actual person. Caste + Seraph Mate + Rottenfang + played by faith Rottenfang is a lot like his father Snakefang, he has a sly attitude, but is capable of being playful, while also being reserved as any WinterClan can be. If it wasn’t for his mother's blood he would be leading a perfectly normal WinterClan life. Rottenfang has a sarcastic attitude that gains him plenty of beatings, but finds each one worth it if it means he hasn’t lost who he is like the rest of his siblings have. He knows who he can rebel against without getting seriously injured and who he needs to behave around. He has a great relationship with both his parents and usually tries to make friends with other WinterClan cats so they can have his back if he gets into trouble. He also uses his connections to visit his mother in prison more. Rottenfang might have a lot of bruises and scars, but he knows WinterClan’s system the best and can usually get away with anything he puts his mind to. Because of this he suffers less than his siblings, but is always trying to find ways to support them. He also knows how to escape WinterClan if he really wants to, but typically tries to put up with the abuse so he can take care of his family. Rottenfang lives to lead two lives, one as the omega of WinterClan and the other as a respectable clan cat with a family in a peaceful clan that WinterClan can never know about. WinterClan cats have a little more respect for him, however he was still given the warrior name Rottenfang as an insult to his father’s name, Snakefang. He gets along best with Snakefang, finding him to be one of the few people in the clan he can genuinely trust and rely on. He has grey fur with black patterns along the right side of his face, legs, and tail that move across his pelt like dark lightning striking a tabby pattern. The left side of his face is white as well as his chin, chest, and underbelly. He has dull amber reptilian eyes and long fangs like Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Rowanstrike + played by pao Rowan was born to a litter of seven, not the oldest, but one that lived. Their mother struggled to feed them, care for them, and keep their litter alive. Only Birch and he managed to make it to adulthood, proving that the life of a rogue is anything but kind. The two have relied on one another their whole lives, realizing early on that they could only count on each other to keep them alive. While the two brothers faced many challenges, one of the most difficult things was living as apart of the rogue group they were born into and under the cruel claws of their leader. This multicolored brown tom with a white underbelly learned early in life to be calculating and wise. It was the only way he knew how to survive in the harsh lifestyle of a rogue and to keep Birch and him alive in each challenge they faced. As two of the largest cats in their group, the rogue leader began to push more responsibilities on them, some painstaking and others too horrid to speak. Both brothers decided enough was enough and planned their great escape with their mother, but before the plan could be executed, their mother was murdered on the discovery of their plans. With that, the two left and embraced a more nomadic lifestyle. They lived on their wits and learned how to survive with only each other to count on for survival. With his intelligence and precise calculations, Rowan made it possible for the two brothers to survive life within their rogue group and to escape that harsh life, but never counted on being taken prisoner or forced into clan life. Now they must figure out how escape WinterClan, or call it home. For moons, Rowan thought of every plan to get them out, to return to the lifestyle they knew so well and to escape this new way of life that was foreign to the two of them. But it was with Birch's influence that they chose to become apart of the clan and take on warrior names. Now known as Birchatlon and Rowanstrike, the two toms must learn how to navigate life as clan cats and leave behind all life of a rouge. Rowanstrike is calculating, calm, and wise, but put him in a new and foreign situation like clan life and he becomes lost and scared. In these times, he relies on his brother, Birchtalon, to bring him comfort and lead him to better understand their new life. While he may be the brains of their operation, Rowanstrike counts on Birchtalon's joy and happiness to be their heart in all matters. Hazel, yellow eyes search out plans, calculate risks, and roam for exit routes, but its the heart of joy and love that keeps him grounded. Maybe in WinterClan, Rowanstrike can become less guarded, and more open with the cats around him just like he is with his best friend and brother Birchtalon. Caste + Grace Mate + SCAREDBREATH + played by SHADOWBLADEღ A long haired, diluted calico of white, grey and pastel orange she-cat with light teal eyes and red nose. "Got a sweet face, but I only play villain, Sugarcoat [-] so you never taste venom" Scaredbreath is what you get when you take a mostly innocent kit and throw it in the harsh blizzard of WinterClan and raised with their ideologoy. But lets back it up to how she came to be. Born to Silentsnow on a stormy winter night, Brokensight and Sacredbreath nearly died their very first night with Silentsnow passing during birth leading to her poor little brother to arrive into the world with a broken paw. However she and her brother were not quiet about their desires to become strong WinterClan warriors, and while Scaredkit ran circles around the other kits she always came back and supported him so that one day they would ran and play tag together, and later would become about being apprentices and warriors together. She and her brother were all they had and maybe it was the abandonment issues that convinced her she couldn't do it without his support strengthening her patience and understanding but also her righteousness and prioritizing her brother to the point of hurting her other relationships, exacerbating her fear ironically making her more isolated when her go to response now is turn things down to avoid the abandonment and disappointment. Thins only got worse when the two siblings became apprentices just before the battle against Primal Instinct and participated in the battle once it came upon the clan. Being bigger than most apprentices - be it good genes or just thick fluffy to keep the claws from ever touching her skin - Scaredpaw had confidence in her self and accepted the challenge to fight. Scaredbreath however had a bad habit of being very blunt sometimes and speaks her mind when no one asked, getting her into trouble against the war. She was frustrated and in pain from the fighting and snapped at the wrong cat - telling the 'freak' to get her alley cats out only made her angry and boy did she find out. There's a small, smooth scar on her shoulder blade noticeable only by it's bald spot and she would prefer you don't mention it. The other is long, skinny scar along her side that's harder to see but took forever to heal and still gives her phantom pains whenever something or someone gets near it and anxiety will make her instinctively snap at whatever has that misfortune. They proved their skills and their worth during the battle, both eligible to receive their warrior names following the end of the war and cemented her in the highest caste of Seraph. However, Brokensight lost one eye that day and was partially blinded in the other; his dreams of being a full-fledge warrior were killed that day. Brokensight remains pretty positive and the happy-go-lucky one and rather balances her nihilistic and unravels her misanthropy with each good day. As she stand now she's posh, sarcastic, confident, classist and nihilistic leaning towards misanthropic. Albeit, Scaredbreath is also very patient, protective, open, with a rather instinctual heroic nature and more accepting cat while still being based on Winterclan values. Scaredbreath often uses her charming smile and previous friendly demeanor to either catch enemies off guard and underestimate her or get cats to open up to her and study others around her as originally a coping mechanism to accept or deny a friendship and keep her in a one-sided control of that happening to prevent the whole abandonment/disappointment thing. It also turned into a game, finding out who was also pretending to be sweet and building group she could casually be cruel and talk trash with. "I'm not here for any truce --- your pardons" While mostly calm, composed and civil with her clan, she has quite the duality in that she's the first to reject truces, get irrational towards outsiders out of petty bitterness and starting swearing 'fleabag this' and 'fleabag that'. Wrong her even once and clanmates or not, you'll be quick to find out if she's in the mood to pack a punch. Naturally, she doesn't believe in second chances. Her strength and rather good deduction skills with occasional caution keeps her comfortable in her caste. "You should pipe down if you don't got --- to say, Ima head out watch me I just turn and wave" It also means she considers things and cats beneath her- while she doesn't actively look to start trouble on borders or gatherings she also can't keep her comments to herself and will probably get involved in things anyway and hold her opinion in high regard and be rather callous to those of lower caste or opposing opinion. Nothing personal, just don't get in her way, or she might put you in place. That said she respects confidence, honesty, and loyalty like any other cat. Someone who can and does stand by her side - to fight for each other is all that matters in her book it's just all the details and past trauma that tend to get in the way and muddle her decisions and complicate her relationships/friendship sand make her a wildcard in how she will react to something if it goes against her values. The only thing she can't seem to get right is her arranged marriage. Scaredbreath isn't even sure she ever wanted a mate or kits, but she was arranged with Indigochill, and at first the two seemed to be two sides of the same coin, neither was looking for love, neither wanted kits and neither wanted to even make friends. He wanted his distance, he wasn't perfect at keeping his hurting a secret, but she would know not to bring it up, play blind and let him go on his way - she wanted her distance too and she didn't want to talk about their burdens- except more so she could maintain some control of the relationship. Wow, perfect. While the marriage vows felt weird, something felt okay and they might have both genuinely awkwardly smiled that day. Life can be cruel trick though, and Wintrystar's passing reminder that couples are expected to eventually have kits, ideally in 6 months-1 year didn't help. Neither of them were really putting that much effort into it either. Of course if she could keep track of her fertility days she's probably intentionally mark the days she wasn't fertile but now if she could its be easier to mark the one fertile day for them and be done with it. She just wanted things done and over with, that having a litter would really get them off their backs at least for a few years, if only cats could have menopause. But she wasn't open to compromise and neither was he. So weeks of fighting, cue the animosity between them every time the other entered the room, and somehow it would led to an unhealthy, aggressive, kind of hate-love if one could even call it that. Or maybe just 'self-made anger with a release' that, for some reason, just made him cruel towards her. She doesn't know how it started, maybe just banter at first that started to cross the line, where blaming her everything became his norm but the winces of her eyes, the saddened look on her face and deep down he just crumbles when she started to cry. How did they get here? How did it come to this? Her rank means nothing against the same rank, even she can't get herself permanently exempt from marriage if she wanted to. Something about her or the marriage that just brings out the worst of him now and she has no control to stop it. Caste + Seraph Mate + Indigochill Senescence + played by honeystorm What does being the Sovereign's mother in law, and the littermate of a former WinterClan leader get you? Spared from execution, apparently, and little else. Glowstar's daughter, Howlingnight's adoptive mother and biological grandmother, evidently Senescence likes spending time in the clan's prison, as she willingly let herself be taken to it for the second time now, following DayClan and the Regime attacking WinterClan. Scars cover short russet fur, the pale marks interlaced with spiderweb black stripes, stark memories written onto her body of a time long past. One particularly long clawmark runs through her left eye, rendering it blind and a violet shade that contrasts with her good eye that peers at the world in boredom from a haint blue lens. Despite who she is viewed to be, and her position in the clan, nothing seems to faze her all that much, even the coldest of the WinterClan nights, as if she's survived as bad if not worse already. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Innocentia Shadowbard + played by racer Perhaps it is the story tellers and the song writers that one should fear. No matter how mighty the leader or brave a warrior, it is how their deeds are portrayed that determine how they are remembered. A skillful bard can weave tales to their liking, turning villains into heros and heros into villains. A story spun can destroy you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your clan, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your kits, in the eyes of yourself. Even many moons after your passing, cats will be laughing about how mouse-brained you had been. Luckily, Shadowkit is only begining to learn his craft of telling stories through song. Singing is his escape from reality, his stories a way to express his true emotions and figure out what course of action he should take. He and his siblings had been raised by SunClan, only able to see their mother when it was time for them to feed. As hard as Rubyflame(their mother) tried, it was difficult to get through to the kits who were being brain washed by the members of SunClan. He became more and more resentful towards his parents, believing that they never cared for him or siblings. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Nikkohydrange SINKINGSATURN + played by achromatic Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Sinkingsaturn's father found himself buried by the weight of all the responsibilities his position entailed, crushed by the globe he held on his shoulders like Atlas once did. Inherit the earth. Blessed are those who suffer persecution, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. Sinkingsaturn's mother, the late Frozenstar, had protected the clan all her life and she had died in the dirt, never seeing the seeds she sowed grow into the fruits of her labour. Inherit the kingdom of god. Sinkingsaturn's brothers had been the rock she had found herself relying on. Jupitermoon for his humour and wit. Stainedneptune for his warmth and comfort. When her father left, her brothers had broken apart like the earth's crust, solidifying the fault lines that cracked through the roots of their family tree, leaving her to pick up the broken shards. Inherit the earth. She laughs, claiming that her father never gave her the patches on her bengal coat–no, it was born from the cracked dirt that rocked her to the core, turning the once bright, happy kitten into the sardonic creature she is today. She doesn't know where the bitterness resonates–was it when her younger brother was born? When Silverspectre stopped speaking? When her father left? Or when her mother died, her legacy buried by the avalanche of their family's trauma?–but Sinkingsaturn's the only one left behind. Perhaps it is why she's so loud, so blunt, so willing to fight anyone despite her small size, why she puts away any doubt long enough to call it courage, hiding every bit of vulnerability behind the blue-eyed mask she's had to put on all her life. Blessed be the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. If inheriting the earth meant inheriting the earthquake and the fault lines that destroyed everything she used to be, then she'll be everything but, for surely, Sinkingsaturn will stare at the gods defiantly as she sinks into hell, lest she wastes her life being meek for an earth that never deserved her. Caste + Seraph Mate + Skeletalrose + played by Honeystorm “In her heart there's a hole. There's a black mark on her soul.” Insanity incarnate, the bringer of madness, the shadow at the end of your nest that makes your heart pound until you go under and nightmares plague what little restless sleep they manage to find. She’s a demon wearing wings stolen from an angel, a pure white princess with a soul darker than the night. And she really is prettiest when she’s committing atrocities. Uninghed at the best of times, downright deranged at the worst, Skeletalrose lives her life gliding along on the good graces of her mother, and Wintrystar’s downright unwillingness to acknowledge most of her children as anything but pure. And yet, whether the WinterClan leader acknowledges it or not, she’s got Eeries on her paws. No matter how much her mother refuses to see the darkness, the heartless royal is here to stay, and she’s perfectly happy to tear everyone and everything down at her leisure. “In her hands is my heart. And she won't let go till it's scarred.” She never did get to be the master of her own fate, her love chosen for her at such a young age, her own perfect little plaything disguised as a fiance. If her mother wanted to play the game of arranging her children to cats at such young ages, well, Skeletalrose believes it’s her own mothers’ fault if such cats happen to… go insane. Loyalty isn’t really a concern of hers, and love is a fickle thing at best, an emotion she’s not entirely certain she can feel. So instead, she just treats it like a toy, seeing how fast she can break anyone who shows even the vaguest amount of interest, whether friendly or romantic, wanting to see their souls shatter behind their eyes, turn them into blithering messes who can’t tell reality from the fiction they’ve been fed by the pretty princess with a poison tongue. “Tried to breathe but I can't. ‘Cause the air she feeds me is damned.” Bodies in her wake, perfect paws pristine and spotless against the white snow. The aura around her seems to teem with restlessness, as if the souls of those lost to her antics still follow her around, dragging down those who spend too much time in her presence down into the pit of insanity. No cat who spends too much time with Skeletalrose can maintain their sanity for very long. Or their life. As the moons go on, and the cats become mere shells of their former selves, and then they just up and disappear. Rumor has it Wintrystar’s daughter herself offs them when she gets bored. But of course, that must all just be idle gossip. At least, Skeletalrose is happy for them to believe it’s just rumor, though she does little to nothing to actually dissuade anyone from spreading such things. The more infamous she becomes, the more attracted to her, they can’t help it. They’re all like moths to the flame, unable to resist a mysterious, deadly sort of beauty that promises them only the worst kinds of trouble. Some come to her to fix her, some to woo her, and some to control her, but whatever their purpose, she’s happy to twist their fragile little minds and shatter the egos they hold so dear. Make them living ghosts, echoes of nightmares, spreading the whisper of insanity wherever they might go. “She got blood cold as ice. And a heart made of stone.” Frostbitten blood from WinterClan’s land, her heart as dead as the rocks that litter the territory and lurk beneath the snow. With icy eyes that darken towards the centers, the frozen edges creeping into the lake-like cores of her gaze, endless and cold as can be. “She got horns like a devil pointed at me, and there's nowhere to run from the fire she breathe.” An angel on the outside, and a demon within. Skeletalrose. (Song lyrics from “Horns” by Bryce Fox) Caste + Seraph Mate + Sludemilk + played by faith Gardeniakit is a muddled white grey she-cat with sky blue eyes. She's a good girl who follows the rules, but has never been taught manners to have any. Her rude nature is often perplexing as she can come off snippy one moment, but compassionate the next. She is the daughter of Wintrystar and Howlingnight making her the princess of WinterClan. Caste + Grace Betrothed + Tangledpaw Snakefang + played by pluto Snakefang is a gray tom with horizontal zig-zag stripes that are a darker shade of grey, almost black. He is the owner of a pair of light green eyes and large fangs, resembling that of a striking serpent. Just like the terrain he grew up in, he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not all that bad of a tom. Willing to take on the tasks that others would rather not do, he's not afraid to get his paws dirty. He's not afraid to speak his mind when the situation calls for it, but he usually keeps to himself, but dont let that deceive you. Deep down inside, though, he loves to train, especially for fights. Conflict seems to fascinate him, but not in the twisted way that seems to consume other cats, although he does have moments. He's mostly battle smart, but still able to compete mentally with the best of them. Loyal to his clan, he wants to be the best he can be and a reliable defender of WinterClan. Caste + Grace Mate + Blazingbluejay Snowbunny + played by faith His eyes are a bolt of green lightning with a coat as white as diamonds. He’s the kind of guy you can sit back and admire the beauty of like an eye catching piece of art. He has a grey splotch at the side of his muzzle like an ugly stain on an otherwise beautiful portrait. Zion wears black charcoal markings around the rims of his eyes to make them appear as bright as starlight. He uses a white paste to attempt to conceal the grey marking across his muzzle. Devious intention dances like fire in his eyes and spreads smooth across his remarkable white toothed smile making any girl melt. He’s daddies little prince without a crown often speaking of what it will be like when he’s commander as if he’s entitled to the throne. He’s a hot head with a sore lip. He conceals his anger with a charming curve of his lip biting back ever foul bitter thing he wants to unleash out from his mouth like a trapped dark spirit. He’s the no apologies, regret nothing kind of a guy. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Snowflurry + played by flurryofstars Born near WinterClan’s border, that was where he was deposited when his father abandoned him as a kit. This was never shared with Snowflurry as he was too young to remember it. Instead, after being welcomed into the clan, he was raised by the residing mothers. As he matured, Snowflurry knew he wasn’t part of the litters he grew up with. Ignorance or denial had him believing that he just came to be in the world through independent means alone. If he learned that he did have parents, he wouldn’t resent them. He would just thank them for leading him into WinterClan. He is extremely loyal to the clan and the cats within it. A sense of honor that overrides his basic logic at times keeps him firmly rooted there. His unbreakable faith in WinterClan makes some cats uncomfortable, but he is devout in them; however, he doesn't believe in any religion. Snowflurry is also very socially awkward. He never understood the concept of personal space and his common sense is limited. He has a habit of speaking in a gravelly voice, but it's unclear if it's natural or not. If anyone saw past his flaws, they’d discover a friend that would always have their back. Snowflurry has the appearance of a snowshoe cat with bright blue eyes. His fur is just long enough for him to survive harsh winters while also maintaining a somewhat short-haired look. He blends in well with the snow and is able to move and strike fast, though his strength isn't as impressive. Because he's an "exotic" breed, he is considered uniquely handsome even though his markings don't stand out much against his peers. This doesn't bother him much since his appearance isn't a priority. Although, he can appreciate the attractiveness of others if given the time to get to know them first. Caste + Grace Mate + Nightfreeze Soullessabomination + played by Stardance Soullessabomination used to be a typical happy, giddy kitten, she never let the weight of her family's hell get the better of her. She was always an optimist, determined to believe in the good in everyone. This all changed when she became an apprentice and was given an abusive mentor. Her guardian Snakefang often disagreed with her mentor's way of training and would try to intervene the best he could. Her mentor’s goal was to crush her spirit, day after day, any optimistic spirit was met by his claws and when his claws couldn’t cut her spirit out he muzzled her mouth shut for hours during training to prevent her from reassuring herself. Soullessabomination wouldn’t be able to recall if there was an exact moment or if it was a slow process of madness, but at some point her mind snapped, detached from her heart. Her eyes glazed over with an empty coldness and she spoke very little. Her mentor repeatedly told her she was soulless abomination that was only good for violence and cruelty. She believed every word of it becoming a cruel and menacing warrior. Soullessabomination has very little emotion and will even turn on her siblings if commanded to. However she is very close to Snakefang, one of the few people she shows any emotion towards. Soullessabomination is WinterClan’s hollowed out puppet, however you can still catch glimpses of her true spirit. Although her spirit is crushed it’s still there waiting for someone to melt her heart and restore her back to the happy girl she used to be who wasn’t afraid to feel. She is very large in size and has silvery and grey tabby fur with a white muzzle and underbelly. Her eyes have a smokey white streak across them giving her a majestic appearance. She has gilded green reptilian eyes and long fangs like her father. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Squidking + played by bauble A blizzard shook the heavens on the night he was born, and scarce could be heard over the howling winds, save for the howls of the child born within it. The elders who were witness whisper that he never shook the fury of that night — the storm seems to have bonded to his soul, and become a part of him. Squidking was born from old and proud Winterclan stock, but his cavaliering has thrown him from grace. He’s a spiral in a world of squares, a swashbuckler who’s tight with his favor, but loose with his affection. Silver words flow freely — and paired with a barbed charm, he can singe and ensare with equal abandon. He grew up with a stir craze in his soul; he’s always had a paw halfway out the door, ready to explore the world. But his pride keeps him rooted to Winterclan, where he’s determined to rise back to the Seraph class where he belongs. His fur is as ink black as night, and his eyes are reflective steel, like two shiny silver dollars. Caste + Seraph Mate + Swiftfreeze + played by ashestoashes He is the son of Chimeramask of SummerClan and Nightfreeze (although at this time he does not know that Snowflurry isn't his father.) Having fluffy white and orange fur with green eyes you would think he would realize this but the thought doesn't occur in his mind that he isn't related to his Winterclan father. To be fair this tom is a rather absentminded and forgetful fellow but means well! Happy go lucky, kind, and a bit of a class clown most cats are surprised he is a Winterclan with the attitude he has. The only thing that would indicate that he is a Winterclan cat is his love of the cold and snow. The tom however has been gifted with being light footed which is a surprise for such a big cat as well as being quick. He is well aware that he has his talent which makes him quiet a foe in battle...not that he really wants to battle but will if it is needed. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Talonstrike + played by nova Talonstrike is quite large for a tom cat. He tends to slouch so that he doesn't hover over the rest of his clanmates. This blue silver tom cat doesn't say much, but when he does speak his voice is like a deep rumble. Because he's so quiet and always sporting what seems like an annoyed countenance, Talonstrike comes off as cold as well as brutish because of his size. His sister, Flickeringflames, tens to take up most of his time as he tends to always be pulling her out of some mess that she's caused. His hazel green eyes are always warm, yet a bit reserved. The large tome is all about following the rules, and knowing how to behave. Caste + Seraph Mate + Fervidsummer Tempesthaven + played by Stardance A pureblood WinterClan born to Pineflurry and Orchardbreeze. He is rather hot headed, and is often told to go stick his head in the snow. He doesn't think things through, rather he tends to use his instincts and act impulsively. He is in tune with his emotions, and also finds himself acting on them. Caste + Seraph Mate + Pomegranatedecay Windyhurricane + played by faith Windyhurricane or Win for short is a storm of fur and loose twigs and leaves. He has cinder grey fur with tosseled tabby markings swirling in obscure angles like the way wind dances imprints into snow. His fur is wild and curled in some patches so he often has small twigs and a leaf or two somewhere in his pelt. He has brown legs with muddy splotches making it look like he constantly has muddy legs, which... Sometimes he does. He's a storm of energy and if you're not careful his fur might swallow you up too! His eyes are a zany electric blue that seemingly stare right through a cat’s anatomy. He is the ideal WinterClan cat, capable of remaining at neutral temperature despite strong winds and is big enough to keep up a good endurance. His parents are Sparrowflight and Mistyrose, ex prisoners of WinterClan. He was an apprentice when his mom and dad were let out of prison and his mother was made medicine cat. He grew up with three siblings, Cherryblossom, Vaportrail, and Icecream. His sister, Icecream sacrificed herself to a deity in order to save the clan, now he's among the last of his litter. When his mom was sick he went off to look for an herb to save her life, but became lost in the icy rogue lands close to his home and through a series of adventures found his way back, but instead of returning home he looked for Stormgazer, the girl that always felt like home when he was with her, which led him to SummerClan. He discovered he had kits in SummerClan and did his best to raise, them, but ultimately had to leave SummerClan due to his long fur and the hot temperatures affecting his health. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Wishbone + played by faith A thin, almost bony tom with bright sepia bengal markings and pretty spring blue eyes. Whether it’s the common cold, allergies, or simply feeling a little down in the dumps, Wishbone’s health is generally poor all year around, and his various illnesses generally keep him confined indoors, helping with various odd jobs around camp. He viewed himself as one of the less useful warriors of the DayClan, especially compared to his siblings, and his self-esteem had suffered as a result. He tends to be a little self-defeating at times, and on the rare occasions where he’s perfectly healthy, will often believe he’s still sick in some way as to not get his hopes up. This self pitying side of him didn't help when he met Wolftundra in the heat of battle. He was scared up along his back, flank, and face when he tried to protect DayClan camp. After learning that the WinterClan tom had helped his clan steal his cousins kits he snuck into WinterClan in the dead of night only to be caught. As a cruel punishment he was given to Wolftundra who treats him more as a pet than a person. He's often made to do work, is frequently humiliated, especially being given the pet name, Rodent. However he does have an oddly close relationship with Wolftundra. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Wolfconstellation + played by Jadie Wolfconstellation is small in size with large amounts of fluffy golden fur marred only by a large splotch of blue gray fur across his right eye and jawline. His eyes are a galaxy blue, they look like starlight and are almost dizzying to stare into. He has a very wolfish appearance with the way his feather soft fur spikes out at certain angles of his face. Like his father, Sparrowflight, he has ultimately no shame and like his mother, Mistyrose, he’s willing to kill to get to where he wants to be. He often has to be told to imagine a conscience as he doesn’t seem to possess one of his own. It isn’t that he doesn’t care about certain things just that every emotion he feels is very watered down. It takes a special person to bring him out. Born and raised in SunClan, like many of his peers he had a strong desire to come into power and dreams of being a Janus or even someday a High Priest. When he grew older, though, he got lazy, abandoned those goals and settled on just wanting a normal, quiet life. Of course, that was never really an option. With Bloodystar’s takeover he found himself married, kidnapped and then clanless. With nowhere left to go, he chose WinterClan, his parent’s former home. Perhaps this is the place he was meant to be; WinterClan raises up purebloods such as himself… and nurtures his darker desires. At least his mate, Arcticsong, tempers him well and keeps him out of trouble for the most part. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Arcticsong Wolfspeak + played by Bauble It’s said that the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. But what if the opposite is true? What does a lone wolf do when he finds himself packless? The slings of misfortune have rendered this tom chilly and distant: he’s a cat of few words, who prefers to fade into the riffraff of clan life rather than draw attention to himself. His stoic demeanor offers no clue into what he’s seen, but the memory of his losses are ghosts that dance behind his eyes. The ghosts count seven: the father who taught him honor and responsibility, the mother who taught him loyalty and compassion. Three brothers who taught him strength and determination, and two sisters who taught him faith and mercy. Like his parents, his pelt is a long grey-brown, with black hair on his back, and lighter tones on his underbelly. He likes to think he inherited his big black paws from his brothers and sad blue eyes from his sisters. When their blood painted the snow, his heart was forever locked in a cage of ice. But the blood of his heritage still thrums through his veins today, chanting one mantra: serve the pack. That pack is Winterclan now. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Wolftundra + played by pao WinterClan is cold and harsh, only the strong survive it. Wolftundra is one of the strong; in mind, spirit, and body. Born in WinterClan as a pure-blooded warrior, Wolftundra values the ideal of purebloods being stronger and more suited for the life in the mountains. His family told him time and again how strength lies within one's blood. That it is the blood that determines your worth, your value. The dirty white in color, rough, raged appearance and a wild element to Wolftundra embodies the perfect cruel WinterClan tom. He's a wolf in appearance and heart. Cold, cruel, and cunning. Anger fills his heart and yellow eyes. His temper is as wild as a blizzard in the middle of summer; unpredictable and fierce. It has made him a force of nature, a wild card, and yet a predictable warrior. His cards are held close, his values closer, and his opinion for all to know. Wintrystar is one that has heard his opinion many a times, and not always in the most cubical of ways. The two have come to blows in the past, not long after Wintrystar was nominated to lead the clan but before she was acknowledged as the leader of the clan. The battle left with Wintrystar victorious and Wolftundra with a newfound respect for the she-cat. It is this respect that has lead to him being able to bring himself to follow their leader, especially since she's only half WinterClan. Bloodlines are important to home but he respects Wintrystar enough to follow her lead. It helps that Wintrystar is also pushing for more of a pure-blooded WinterClan; the perfect and ideal world. While he respects Wintrystar, he does not respect any others with mixed blood and has made that known many a times. His views are that WinterClan is only strong with pure blood, outsiders should be outlawed. A wolf that desires family ties and loyalty alone. Blood is life, blood is strength. Caste + Grace Mate +
Articsong + 335
Blazingbluejay + 179
Cloudywinter + 986
Cottontail + 946
Crownedeagle + 446
Dappledglacier + 960
Dirtydivinity + 218
Dreamtheory + 234
Emberbrand + 556
Frevidsummer + 856
Flickeringflames + 907
Garsparkling + 389
Gingersnap + 147
Howlingnight + 896
Indigochill + 941
Indigiocrown + 928
Lilydawn + 500
Limelight + 948
Lioncub + 990
Mangledmind + 66
Nightfreeze + 441
Nikkohydrangea + 483
Nutmegaroma + 411
Oriolelei + 560
Phantommist + 909
Polarblast + 734
Pomegrantedecay + 957
Reapingnight + 938
Roaringmouse + 478
Robinring + 729
Rosemaryblight + 901
Rottenfang + 101
Rowanstrike + 692
Scaredbreath + 929
Senescence + 50
Shadowbard + 455
Sinkingsaturn + 974
Skeletalrose + 911
Sludemilk + 817
Snakefang + 552
Snowbunny + 79
Snowflurry + 662
Soullessabomination + 115
Squidking + 986
Swiftfreeze + 194
Talonstrike + 961
Tempesthaven + 900
Windyhurricane + 415
Wishbone + 217
Wolfconstellation + 390
Wolfspeak + 30
Wolftundra + 657
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Speckledpaw + 165
Spottypaw + 843
Tangledpaw + 912
Thunderpaw + 329
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Speckledpaw [night] + played by Nova Being the only girl in a litter of boys is never easy. But Specklednight pulls it off flawlessly. This fluffy tuxedo has her brothers wrapped around her little paw, and boy does she know it. Specklednight likes to consider herself the more astute of her siblings, but even she has her little air headed moments. But at the end of the day, she’s the one that comes up with all of their hair-schemed ideas. Specklednight loves her family, but sometimes she just can’t handle how dysfunctional they are. She doesn’t say anything about her mother’s affairs, no matter how they may rub her the wrong way. She never questioned it as a kit, but as she grew she started to realize that something wasn’t right. Though her and her other brothers looked close enough to her mother, Swiftfreeze didn’t look anything like their parents. That was when she realized the truth. Now she’s made it her mission to find her real father, determined to drag her brothers with her no matter what. But she’s loyal to Winterclan, and wouldn’t give up the snow for anything. Caste + Snow Kitty Mate + Mentor + Emberbrand Spottypaw [memories] + played by simplylight Spotty is a cloud of white curls, a glistening beauty. Her dazzling white fur illuminates sleek and slippery, like ice. Spotted with silver and grey spots sprinkled throughout her fur like snow fall, an arctic beauty crafted with WinterClan pureblood perfection. Despite her knockout looks and proud pureblood heritage Spotty doesn’t have things easy. Her parents were both murdered during a WinterClan battle leaving her and her siblings orphaned, at least until a phantom in the night stole three of her siblings leaving only herself and her brother. Her brother was asleep at the time, but Spotty was awake, every adult wanted to know what happened to them, but her memory was spotty. She grew up with adults comforting her, explaining that no one expected her to remember, that she was only a kit. That might have been true, but to Spotty her siblings expected her to remember, they believed in her to find them even if the adults didn’t. Unfortunately for Spotty that isn’t close to where her problems end. Spotty, being as clumsy as she is slipped on ice when she was a kit causing various neurological issues including collapsing into sleep randomly or other times being unable to fall asleep for days. But the worst part of the injury is that her ability to retain memories seems to be fading more everyday. By the time she’s an adult her memory slowly fades over the course of three days until restarting completely. Because of this Spotty keeps everything she knows written down in symbols that she taught herself before her memory had gotten worse. Because of this she often forgets people she met a few days ago, doesn’t remember certain aspects about them or forgets that certain loved ones have died, however she has a near perfect memory of everything before she became a warrior. Caste + Grace Mate + Mentor + Agonywail Tangledpaw [light] + played by ashestoashes Okay so those brown and white four legged creatures that wonder around the lower parts of WinterClan? Yeah, they're called deer and poor Tangledlight is terrified of them, has been since he was a student and ran right into one that snorted in his face. Really, they're kind of creepy with how they just stare into your soul, not moving, not blinking. Just staring at you. Nope, he can't do it. Won't mess with them. This shaggy brown maine coon tom looks wild by nature and is full of energy to match it, well unless he's near a deer in which he freezes up and can't seem to move. Yellow orbs find mischief and fun everywhere he goes. Tangledlight is a devoted tom and finds comfort in their religion, even daring to visit the Burial Grounds to pay his respects even though that's common deer area. Caste + Seraph Betrothed + Sludemilk Mentor + Robinring Thunderpaw [doze] + played by cleaver Born to Deal and Blackthornfate, he was raised by Smokesignal and sees him as his father figure. Thunderdoze had great aspirations as a kitten; he thought maybe he would be a strong warrior, even a knight or the deputy, though he wasn't so sure about being a leader. He wanted to look after his family but responsibility made him a little nervous. As he grew older, however, the young apprentice started to slack off. He oversleeps, mainly by accident, and misses out on early morning patrols. Cats can't fathom how such a promising young cat ended up lazy, and he doesn't quite fit in because of it. He keeps to himself, shy and reserved these days, and within his comfort zone. But Thunderdoze still has courage. He pushes himself to contribute to his clan even when it makes him uncomfortable and can speak his mind. He'll face down great monsters to protect his family and won't complain once that they're tearing him apart. He doesn't try to be brave to show off, he just feels a tingling in his paws that urges him to step in. This nervous thrill through his paws has become a constant feeling that drives him to where he needs to go, even when he doesn't entirely understand it. The tremor leads him on and he trusts in it quite blindly, despite every step taking him further from his childhood goals. A fluffy grey-and-white tom with a white diamond upon his forehead. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Mentor + Arcticsong
Cloudywinter & Flickeringflames' LitterExpecting
Wintrystar & Holwingnight's LitterEclipsekit(howl) + played by racer She's different than her brothers, wanting nothing to do with the roles of knights or family politics or even clan politics at that, she just wants to live a simple life. find a mate, be happy and loved and just live. She's probably the least stuck up and happy go lucky of all of her siblings and the most likely to befriend anyone in winterclan Caste + Grace Mate + None GHASTLYKIT [GAZE] + played by uniqcrim Ghastlygaze has always been considered a bit of a strange cat. Obsessed with the night, the associations of night, and ghosts. Yes, ghosts. Sometimes, when he sits and listens, he thinks he can hear them calling out to him. It is comforting almost. The feeling that their is more beyond this material plane gives him strength. So, he is often found at the burial grounds to revel in the comfort of the dead. The dead are far more comfortable than the living, after all. He prefers to speak in cryptic, vague sentences rather than being specific and is often elusive to others. He is protective of his sense of self and guards himself rather closely. He would rather be in an arranged marriage and hold them at an arms length rather than let someone in close to see who he truly is. Being raised as the son of a leader can be hard and the expectations around it have hardened him into a good warrior, but also a hard one. He crumbles easily on expectations and is not always known for being there when you need him most if you expect too much from him. Caste + Grace Mate + none
Brindlemist & Garsparkling's LitterHalfkit [thawed] + played by pao WinterClan is not a home for the weak, for only the strong survive here in the harsh and cold lands of the mountain. Culture, religion, traditions, and status help to govern the lands and within it the cats who call it home. It's a winter wonderland to many, with a crisp breeze and beautiful terrain. But for some, buried deep in the midst of it all--the drama, culture, and society--it's a tundra of possibilities. Halfthawed was born into this wonderland, and right at the heart of it all too. As the daughter of Brindlemist, sister to Roseshade the Witch of the clan, and Garsparkling, the ever lazy and late warrior, she is constantly seen. Her parents were well known, he father still is. While her mother, is dead, gone to join the God of Light in the Northern Lights, her relation to her Aunt Roseshade, who holds power as the Witch of the clan, still remains. Just because of who her parents and aunt are, many look upon her, judge her, wonder about her. Who will she be? Like Brindlemist? Roseshade? Gasparkling? Some even wonder when she'll be betrothed, as many high caste kits are early in life and who that lucky cat will be. Those cats look at her as a prize, as a way into the inner circle and closer to the top. She's the niece of the Witch, there's social status there, plus her blood status as well. All of this attention and one would either break or bask in it. Halfthawed broke. Jade green eyes look around her in terror, finding judging eyes, wondering eyes, even curious eyes. She can't handle it. The what if's, the will she's? Especially not the ones trying to decide her fate. It's bad enough there's a custody battle over her and her siblings Twistedbranch and Mistydawn by her Aunt Roseshade and father. For that reason alone there's no wonder that anxiety has coursed through her little paws ever since she could remember, strung high by the judgment, the many stares, and the fighting of her family. She's timid, flushes easily when put on the spot, and finds solace in being alone. Social interactions are draining, but she tries and finds she does better with speaking to one or two cats at a time versus a whole crowd of them. Even then though, she tends to get overwhelmed by it all and slink away at the first chance she gets. Many wish she'd finish thawing it, become more social, more interesting, less of a shell of a cat as she seems to be. More open, or maybe just more of a cat that fits their standards and thus would fit as a betrothed for their son or daughter or whoever. Society wants her to fit in, and it's not as though she stands out, but that she stands back and hides away. Hawlthawed is happy to do so too, to stay back and out of the way. But even then she doesn't always succeed. There are instances, rare but there, of her being impulsive. Acting before she can think, and then later overthinking everything she'd done. Indecisive if she's allowed to think, and an overthinker and regretful of what she's done when she doesn't think. It's a lose-lose situation either way for her. Poor Halfthawed just can't seem to win. The only time she truly feels comfortable in her fluffy fur is when she's out hunting. There's no indecision there or overthinking, or anything but calm in the she-cat as she does something she's fully comfortable with. She, as some have described in the past, looks like a winter storm bouncing into spring. A beauty with hope; hope that she's become the cat they want her to be and as society expects of her. But storms scare the she-cat with their loud thunder and blinding lightning, their ferocity and might. So while her fur is that of a slate grey--fluffy and warm for the winter mountains--with small bits of white to break it all up, and wrapped around one eye and half her face is a single bit of orange, blossoming on her face like a speck of winter thawing out to spring, she's not fully thawed and thus never close to being the cat they expect of her. Caste + Tarnished Mate + Mistykit [peak] + played by racer Mistykit was born to Brindlemist and Garsparkling, however her mother passed away giving birth to her and her siblings Twistedkit and Halfkit. Her aunt Roseshade took them in, helping her biological father care for them. Mistykit was born sickly, always lagging behind her other siblings. For a while it seemed as if the little kit wasn't going to make it, but she pulled through. Caste + Tarnished Mate +
Nightfreeze & Snowflurry's LitterEbonykit [WOODS] + played by StealthyBirb Born of a fling between Nightfreeze and a SpringClan tom, Ebony is one of two in the litter. With short black fur and ice blue eyes, Ebony isn't considered as lovely as her sister. The more strict of the pair; she thrives on being a proper, disciplined, and rule-abiding she-cat. Despite her play it by the books attitude, Ebony is a compulsive liar. Compelled more to lie in ordinary situations than merely telling the truth. She isn't sure if it's her mixed-blood or not that causes an unfortunately nagging pain in her back right knee. The chronic ailment has never ceased to plague her. Caste + Tarnished Mate +
Ebonykit + 200
Eclipsekit + 500
Ghastlykit + 500
Halfkit + 393
Mistykit + 400
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Brokensight + 932
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Brokensight + played by pao Life did not start out great for this tom. Born to Silentsnow on a stormy winter night, Brokensight and his sister Sacredbreath nearly died their very first night. Silentsnow passed halfway through birthing Sacredbreath, leading to Brokensight being born after she'd died. The medicine cat at the time had a race against time in order to save the kit's life. Pulling him from his mother's womb, the poor little tom arrived into the world with a broken paw. It would be moons before he'd be able to even walk on the paw, let alone dream of becoming a warrior. But dream the orphan did. He and his sister were not quiet about their desires to become strong WinterClan warriors, but alas, fate would intervene once again. The two siblings became apprentices just before the battle against Primal Instinct and participated in the battle once it came upon the clan. They proved their skills and their worth during the battle, both eligible to receive their warrior names following the end of the war. Brokensight would not receive his name for moons following the battle. He was stuck down in the last of the fight, blinded by an attacker from Primal Instinct. The grey and cream tom lost one eye that day and was partially blinded in the other. His dreams of being a full-fledge warrior were killed that day. But he was honorable in his discharge to the elders den and moved on in life with pride. His sight may be mostly gone, but the tom is still able to function around camp just fine. Once upon a time, his eyes were a beautiful green color, but now the one remaining eye is dull and resembling more to a blue-green coloring. Brokensight vows that if the camp was ever attacked, he'd defend it and all of his clan mates with his life; sight or no sight, it wouldn't matter to him. WinterClan is his home and he will defend it with his all. Caste + Seraph Mate +
Amberbird + played by pao Birds are free to explore the sky, to make their way through life as they please, and to shine as bright as any color of the rainbow. Amberbird is the exact opposite. He is sheltered, protected, and restricted. Part of it is his fault, the other his eldest sister’s. Amberbird was always shy and quiet as a kit, the smallest of his litter, and the last to do anything. He’d always preferred to sit back and allow everyone else to do things first. Landbound and unwilling to leave the nest to try to fly on his own. The first to cry, to hide, and to run to Seablossom for help. He always hated bothering his sister; she was stressed enough with being the newly appointed deputy, eldest sister and surrogate mother to two litters, and grieving for their father. She handled it poorly, but as well as anyone could expect of her. Amberbird’s litter was given to her only a few short weeks after their father’s death, a cat they would only know by name and through stories. He felt like a burden on his sister. Even at such a young age, he understood the stress he was giving her just for existing and tried to stay out of the way as much as possible or apologize when he was around even if he hadn’t done anything. Somedays, it seems like “sorry” is all he knows how to say, was probably his first word too. Sorry for being born, sorry for being a bother, sorry for breaking this or that, sorry. Amberbird can’t help apologizing or his stutter or his clumsy nature. It’s just who he is. A bird with broken wings, confined to the ground by his own choice. He fears the sky, the possibilities before him, and far too sensitive to even think of trying to leave the nest. Even as a warrior, he goes running to Seablososm any time something goes wrong with tears in his sharp, amber gold eyes and a cry on his lips. Amberbird is passive and won’t fight if he can help it; not even among his siblings or verbally against anyone. It led to Ivorypaw—his sister who is now known as Ivorycrown—pushing him around a lot when they were younger. She’d hated his litter, hated Seablossom at the time too. He didn’t understand why. Amberbird was always too scared to ask, still is but things changed when he was an apprentice. Ivorycrown had protected him from another cat bullying him, then turned around and informed him that only she was allowed to pick on him. But she’d been nicer from then out, not as rude and hateful. Amberbird was her brother, shy nervous, stuttering mess but hers and she wasn’t sharing! He didn’t feel so hated anymore and could find himself running to her just as often as he did Seablossom in times of trouble, though Ivorycrown wouldn’t always comfort him if he was crying. His own litter struggles to handle the fragile bird. Some of them get aggravated with his submissive nature, but he can’t help it and always ends up apologizing when it happens much to their frustration. Most birds take to the sky first chance they get, yet here he stays bound to the ground and unwilling to leave. The dark, storm grey tom is close with his siblings; always stuck to one of their sides since they were kits, whether they want him to be or not least they have to listen to him apologize or cry. Amberbird especially holds onto Seablossom like a mother figure, stuck to her side and unwilling to leave. It frustrates everyone, but the she-cat has never had the heart to tell the little bird to fly off. Freedom is not something he seeks, no Amberbird is perfectly fine with being landbound and never exploring beyond his home. Caste + Snow Kitty Crime + Held prisoner to teach healing to Roseshade Bloodyhearts + played by Jadie Crimson streams of blood red tabby stripes circle this tom’s pelt from nose to tail tip, bright and vibrant as if freshly spilled from a mortal wound. An especially wide vein adorns his shoulders and mid-back, twisting and swirling, ripples in a growing pool. Bloodyhearts’s cold celadon eyes stand out against their vibrant backdrop, accented by the red body paint he still applies to their outer corners. It’s the only custom he’s managed to cling to from his former life in SunClan. Even though he was not Clan-born, Bloodyhearts always believed himself favored by the Sun God, a belief cemented in his heart when he was selected as Priest Promised. The Sun God was everything to him, his guide, his father figure, his reason for living and now, after devoting his life to his cause, he finds himself cursed and exiled from his deity’s holy lands. Bloodyhearts is now widely known as a monster and it’s perhaps his biggest insecurity as, on one hand, he truly believes everything he did was guided by the divine but, on the other, he’s starting to realize that maybe he misinterpreted… something? He still has all his confidence and bravado but it’s more empty, shallow, even, compared to what he once was. There’s no light in his eyes, no passion in his heart, he’s just existing on a single shred of hope that someday, somehow, he will regain his place at the Sun God’s side… because what else is there for him if not the approval of the divine? Caste + Snow Kitty Crime + Outsider, tresspassing Frigidpaw [spring] + played by pao A meadow of orange flowers, spots covered in white snow. It's the signs of an early spring even when the world is still frigid cold. Hope and life, death and despair. One moment it can change from a freezing chill in the air to a warm breeze. Frigidspring is no different. No one had any idea he'd become this way when he was born. Bipolar, just like early spring. In a snap of frost he is cold and harsh, but the majority of the time, he's a warm sunny day. His eyes are like that of the setting sun reflected in an icicle, dark and glossy with emotion. Just like that icicle, all it would take was one wrong move to melt or breakaway from all he knows. Frigidspring is not a stable cat. This poor tom was left for dead, or at least that's what he'd always been told. His parents unknown and his bloodline a mystery. Life was easy. As a kit he'd been taken in by WinterClan, claimed as one of their own and his past no problem. His siblings and he had been raised as clanborn kits as all other adopted or found litters were. None of them the wiser as to where they could have come from, just that a tom found them while out for a walk. But there was more to the story. The tom who'd found him had been none other than the ex-Absum Lux member Harlow. He'd been conveniently out for a stroll when he'd come across Frozenstorms, his sister-in-law, being murdered by her mate, Jester. Then on his way back, after a patrol had dealt with the now deceased form of Frozenstorms, he found a litter of newborn kits. No one had thought anything of the finding, or even gave it a second thought that some of the kits had a similar orange coloring as Jester and Harlow had. They should have. Frigidspring, Fevridsummer, Enchantedwinter, and Enternalfall are the children of an affair, but only three living cats know as they were there on that fateful day. Frozenstorms was dead, but she'd also just become a mother for the second time. Those four kits found were hers. Harlow and Frozenstorms children, the children of an affair caught red-pawed. Caste + Snow Kitty Crime + Murder Rimeswirl + played by uniqcrim Rimeswirl just showed up one day with no scent on her pelt to betray her origins. Yet her exotic looks point to the possibility of kittypet origins. Her knowledge though contradicts that idea, she just knows too much to have been raised by twolegs. Regardless of the truth she will not say. Oddly though she is quite adapted to the harsh climate of WinterClan. Her fur, while not long, is dense and plush; It easily keeps her warm as snow does not penetrate to her skin. Her paws are polydactyl, a natural snowshoe that keeps her above the snow. Her off white fur is marbled with seal tabby, swirls turn into stripes on her legs and face. Her pale eyes are a silver sage just slightly more vibrant at the center. Her rounded ears curl back and match her little stumpy tail. Her voice is soft and sweet with a hint of an accent, Russian or perhaps some other eastern european country. Rimeswirl is surprisingly devoted to the clan and its religion despite having grown up elsewhere. She is devoted to others perhaps to the detriment of herself. There is a temper though hidden in her sweet demeanor, one should not even think of crossing her. Stubbornness is another one of her less savory traits, often leading to fights with others. Yet she is a caring cat who strives to create relationships. Bio written by Atomheart. Caste + Snow Kitty Crime + Trespassing
Amberbird + 102
Bloodyhearts + 18
Frigidpaw + 191
Rimeswirl + 96
Last Updated + 10.26
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