I have no thoughts all I have is one character so far. I don't even know what clan to put her in lol but I've been rereading the books and now I want to come back lol. Come plot with me! 

Here's my one character!

Jaguarspell - 

"As the light of the stars shines down; unwavering from the dark swath of indigo sky above, think of me as I was. Light and free. Free of ravage. Free of carnage. Free of scorn and spite. Think of me as I was." Stars twinkle in the shimmering green irises of a cats eyes as she gazes upward. Up to the heavens where her ancestors watch her, waiting for the day they will call her to them. But that day is not today. Quick as a flash, a pelt of russet like a fox, a cat lunges at her from the battle field before her. But her reflexes and training have been honed for battle since kithood. She is a warrior. She is of a strong bloodline of warriors, of powerful cats. Her form is lithe and we'll muscled, covered in a coat black like shadows and clouded with dark gray rossetes and silver freckles. She strikes out with her long claws, glinting like moonlight from her paws as her strike lands true and scars the other cat across it's face, stunning it and flinging it's own blood into it's eyes, twin flames of blue. Behind her another latches onto her hind leg causing a yowl to erupt from her and a hiss of pain but she will not be beaten. It is not in her nature. Twisting around she claws furiously at the shoulder of the other and as they release her leg she lunges, sinking her teeth into the shoulder of the cat before sending it screeching in pain, racing away. The russet cat recovers and tries to blindly attack again, but she leaps over it's hulking form and lands squarely on it's back sinking her teeth into it's neck and biting down. A pain filled scream tumbles from the mouth of the russet beast and she leaps off watching as it too runs off in search of it's clanmate. All around the battle is coming to an end. She gazes around in search of a light tabby coat and is relieved to see her mentor racing toward her. He stops and gives her head a quick lick. "Well done Jaguarpaw! You fought like a warrior, brave and true!" She can't help the excited purr in response to his praise. But it is cut short as she sees a large silver pelt leaping out of the bracken and landing atop her mentor. "No! Swiftfox!" The two warriors screech as the tear at each other but the silver warrior is larger and over powers her more wirey mentor, in a fit of rage it sinks it's teeth into the exposed under throat of Swiftfox's throat, clamping down with all the strength it possesses. With a startled yowl of terror she flings herself at the other cat clawing madly at his face, dislodging him from Swiftfox.Claws rack her flank and shoulder and neck but she is able to drive it away with a well placed strike to his eyes. Turning around she runs back to her mentor only to stifle a strangled cry as she gazes on his face, eyes open and unseeing, the light gone from their amber depths. "Swiftfox..." Bowing her head in sorrow she allows her clanmates to congratulate each other on their victory. Not yet knowing that they had lost a noble clanmate. "You have hardened Jaguarpaw. Into a skilled and fearsome warrior. You have shown great results in your training with first Swiftfox and now Darkstag. It's time you become a warrior" she flinches at her former mentor's name but carefully schools her feature back into a hard mask of pride. Nodding at her leader. "Thank you." The scars streak her pelt on her right side. Scars from the warrior who murdered her mentor...her father. In honor of her alluring eyes and ability to tend to trick and lure her combatants into making false moves or into a false sense of comfort she is named Jaguarspell. Every first day of leafbare, when the first snow sticks to the ground, she honors the memory of her father and mentor on the day he died. Jaguarspell is an alluring she-cat with a toned muscular body lines with a tight black smoke Bengal coat of rosettes instead of spots like a leopard. The tip of her tail is bright white like starlight and her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of pine green, dark and sultry with streaks of bright emerald green. She is usually mild mannered, aloof but not impolite. But she can be quick to judge and hot tempered, like her mother before her. Over the moons she has become increasingly moody but some chalk it up to her father's murder ..others the litter of kits she had and lost at birth. It's hard to say what sets off her temper these days, just don't get on her bad side.