<b>LEGENDLYNX</b> | <i>rped by Phoenix</i>



✧ Legendlynx is a large long-haired silver-white and black tabby striped tom-cat with Amber eyes. Legendlynx is a noble cat who is a cat of his word. When he promises something he keeps it. He is a cat who is loyal to his Clan, his home, and his family. He is a born leader who tries to lead by example, even as a kit. When something goes wrong, and no one else is able to make a choice, he will step in and take charge and lead them to whatever the outcome will be.



✧ My Mother is Nightshadethorn, a black skinny she-cat with green eyes, and my father is flamingsnow a large silver-orange tom cat with amber eyes. ✧ I have zero siblings. ✧ All my Aunts and Uncles are dead, from various issues. ✧ All my Grandparents are dead, from various issues. I was born to a line of purest, who only wanted to further their own agenda. I want to be someone who cares for everyone. I was born on December, 31st, 2021 in the middle of a snow storm, in a cliff cave.



✧ My goals and dreams? I dream of becoming the best cat I can become. Living a life of a warrior and living it honorably. I hope to someday have a family of my own, to raise kits, either by adopting them or by blood. I understand that not everyone has the chance to help another cat out, even a kit, who may need a father, who is not Clan-born. I hope to make my Clan great, to make WinterClan, a Clan that is honorable, Trustworthy, and kind. I know that it will be a long road for the Clan, but I am going to continue being me, no matter what. I believe in StarClan, as I have seen my parents in my dreams in the Stars, and chose to believe in our Warrior Ancestors, above all other religions and Ancestors.



✧ I live my life as honestly as possible. I try to do the right thing, even if it hurts those I love. I will always strive for greatness, not with claws or teeth, but through my actions and words. I want to be remembered for the good and honorable things I did for my Clan. I want to be remembered as the Noble, loyal, and helpful WinterClan tom who leads by example. A cat that every kit should strive to be like. I want to become a Legend!<br/>


Mate: None


Kits: None

Position: Warrior

<b>DRUIDKIT / grove</b> | <i>rped by ash</i>
A fluffy gray cat with yellow-green eyes. Dedicated, emotional, assertive. Good at finding hiding spots, and will often get twigs stuck in their fur from finding holes. <br/>

<b>CLOUDYDAYS</b> | <i>rped by Sunshine</i>



a medium-furred lynx point tabby tom with blue eyes. Dreamer, idealist, emotional, aggressively protective, supportive. Dazzling others with his made-up stories that almost seem real. He has a horrible habit of his head getting lost in the cloud. Coming up with some unrealistic goals when he was younger. Trying to push himself to make to his mother and mentor proud. Known for making emotional decisions. He doesn't tend to think about his decisions in his life. Going more with the flow and whatever feels right in his gut. Meaning he could easily be swayed to support the wrong cause. Overbearingly protective of his younger siblings and mother. This tends to extend to his mother Lavenderhawk and his two half sisters Mintk and Willowpaw. He would be the type of cat to "threaten" any future love interests for Mintpaw and Willowpaw with the "you hurt them I hurt you" mentality. While he can be protective of his friends. It doesn't go to the lengths he would go for family. Supportive, He is known for being Mistkit and Lakekit's cheerleaders. Celebrating every success the two apprentices make. While at the same time supporting them through every hardship as well. While he is supportive sometimes he worries that he doesn't support his family or friends enough.<br/>

Mate: None
Position: Warrior

<b>SILENTEAR / rwn</b> | <i>rped by creativefyre</i>
 
A stark white tomcat with medium length fur. Silentear right eye is blue eye and the left is yellow eye. If his name hasn't been a hint, Silentear is deaf on his right side. A brass and dry tomcat. Silentear has a very neutral expression and it's really hard to gadge his emotions. His tone is flat and raspy. Silentear does his best to pull his weight and prove his worth.

Warrior

FOXSKULL | rped by bunsniff

Appearance: wire-haired, cinnamon tabby-tortie w/ white & golden eyes - average height and weight.
Personality: assertive, firm, discontent, formal, selfless, solitary, obedient: Foxskull's assertive nature shined the moment she was able to speak. She was the kit that took the lead for her littermates and tried her best to nudge them in the right direction. Her type of teachings can be firm; which will either be appreciated or irritating for those younger than her. She can come off as rather discontent, always wanting more out of life than what she is given. She prefers to appear formal--especially with strangers. She is selfless, always putting her clanmate's-and those in trouble-before her. She finds it difficult to step outside of her solitary nature. She is obedient to those that are of a higher rank than herself.

Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Position: warrior

BLACKCALL | rped by bunsniff

Appearance: long-haired Siamese w/ deep blue eyes - larger than average height and weight.
Personality: self-sufficient, loyal, courteous, observant, determined, progressive; Blackcall was originally a loner, the life-skills she learned before stumbling into the clan have helped her tremendously. While she doesn't need the clan to survive, she has a deep loyalty to them for allowing her in with open paws. She is incredibly courteous and positive--even to those outside of the clan. She is observant, a quality she gained while living alone. She is determined, always prepared to take on difficult tasks. She is rather progressive, not seeing the other clans as a threat unless they are openly being aggressive.

Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
Position: warrior

<b>MOUNTAINSHIVER</b> | <i>roleplayed by kuno</i>
A ethereal ivory and silver tabby she-cat with blue-green eyes that almost seem a little eerie. Her form is not the only thing that is fleeting and lithe about her. Blending in rather well with the terrain of Winterclan, she is an expert at not being seen until she wants to be. That is why her gaze can be a little disturbing because it's the only thing that doesn't blend in with her surroundings, and can sometimes be the only thing you see. She's quiet and sneaky, sly in ways that not many realize until they get to know her. Mountainshiver is smart, calculating, and can be almost vengeful when she wants to be. A force to be reckoned with, internally and externally.  

<b>WHITEHAWK / rwn</b> | <i>rped by Ashes2Ashes</i>

༄ When Snowsong gave birth on May 31st, 2021, there were three little kits, a healthy she-cat, a healthy tom, and a sickly and quite small she-cat. Snowsong chose to name them Shinykit, Whitekit, and Smallkit. Just as she and most others expected, Smallkit, the sickly runt, didn't survive, but she still held a deep love for the little one. Snowsong was the primary parent, Frostwing only came around to help or just visit every once in a while, so the remaining two kits developed a deep bond with their mom and with each other. She had taught them all about the Warrior code from a young age, which of course inspired them both to want to become some of the best Warriors in Springclan. They were practicing their fighting techniques and hunting strategies together before they were even allowed to explore camp further than the Nursery.

༄ Finally, the two were brought forth as Whitepaw and Shinypaw. Given a sibling pair of mentors, the two of them got to train together all the time, solidifying the relationship between them. This relationship would soon come in handy when their mother's dead body was discovered near the border. The patrol that found her scented a hawk, if not two, around her body and found many fallen feathers. Whitepaw and Shinypaw had been out training with their mentors when it happened, and they returned to camp to find Frostwing in the center of camp next to their mother's body. Both Apprentices were horrified. Right before they had left for their training, they were nuzzling Snowsong and telling her about everything they were learning, only to return to camp to find this. Even worse, Frostwing was never a cat to show when things got to him, but he was devastated. They weren't as close with their father, but that night the three of them sat in the middle of camp around her body, mourning together as a family.

༄ Even though their mother's passing had done a number on them, they continued their training for her. As they reached 11 moons, they had become closer to their father, and we were just about ready to become Warriors. Unknown to them, they would become Warriors sooner than they thought, but at a price.

༄ The two were sent out into the territory for a big test. They did a mixture of patrolling and hunting unknowingly right near where their mother had been found. It was in this spot that both of them changed once again. They had separated. Not very far, but they went a somewhat decent distance from each other to cover more ground. Suddenly, Whitepaw heard his sister screaming. He rushed to where he heard it and watched horrified as Shinypaw, who had always been smaller than him, get raised into the sky at the claws of a large hawk. Luckily, she managed to reach up and claw at the bird's leg, causing it to drop her. There was a somewhat loud crack as she landed, one of her front legs breaking as she landed on it. The bird was stunned for a moment by the pain in its leg, but this only made it angrier. The bird shot down towards her quickly, making Shinypaw believe that this was where she would end. But Whitepaw shot forward, jumping in between the hawk and his sister. He managed to hook his claws into the bird's wings, but this happened at the same moment that the bird dug one of its clawed feet into the left side of his face. Both sparred in pain for a short amount of time when the two mentors came shooting through the brush, both attacking the bird from both sides. Seeing it was outnumbered, it let Whitepaw go. The bird wasn't killed, but it got away with a lot of damage done to its wings and likely wouldn't last long.

༄ Whitepaw and Shinypaw were taken back to camp and immediately to the Medicine Cat. Both of them were forced to stay in the den to heal, yet throughout the time they spent there, Whitepaw never allowed Shinypaw to see his face while getting treated. She already felt bad enough that his injuries had been received while saving her; he didn’t want her to feel worse. When both of them were treated well enough that Shinypaw could sort of walk again and Whitepaw’s pain wasn’t as awful, a ceremony was called. The two of them were called forward. Surprising to them, they were both turned into Warriors. Shinypaw became a Warrior because of her bravery to face the hawk when it came after her, even though this act was what got her hurt in the first place, and she was given the name Shinygaze. Whitepaw was promoted because of his own bravery and courage to jump between an angry hawk and a clanmate, losing half of his sight due to it, and was given the name Whitehawk.

༄ Both of them had done their vigil next to the Medicine Cat den but weren’t able to leave it the next morning. They both still had healing to do. Eventually, they were finally given permission to go about the normal duties of a Warrior. Shinygaze was a bit more adjusted to her injured leg and was able to sort of run, though couldn’t do so for very long. Whitehawk still had a lot of adjusting to do, though. Unable to see half of what he used to, it took a bit of time to get his environment-awareness back, so he would often bump into trees or other cats on accident if they were in his blind spot. One of those times, he had bumped into one of the more flirtatious she-cats of the clan, Mistjump. This was when the white tom began to get some very unwanted attention from, she-cats. There were only a few she-cats that were consistent with their flirting, but each of them gave him different reasons as to why. One said that his injury made him look handsome, one said that if he was willing to jump in front of one, she-cat to save her then he would be willing to do it again if it ever happened. Mistjump was the one that was the most forward, though, being the first and only she-cat to straight up offer him a “good time” and “a pretty family starter”. This was where he drew the line, rejecting her completely and telling her to leave him alone.

༄ After this, the attention wore down and Mistjump left him be. But he developed the shyness towards she-cats that he now has during that time. Since then, he has adjusted to his life as a half-blind Warrior.

༄ Known by his friends as a shy but lovable guy, Whitehawk has proven himself many times to be a reliable friend and someone to count on. With his dedication to his duties as a Warrior, as well as his constant lookout for those he cares about, this tom is hardly ever seen casually taking it easy. Very rarely do those big paws stop moving, for he is admittedly a bit of a workaholic and often finds he doesn’t like to sit still. When he isn’t out patrolling or hunting, he is often found spending time with those closest to him, such as his sister and his previous Apprentices. He tries his best to ensure that those around him are in good health and don’t need any sort of help with anything, but something that many around him find rather cute, Whitehawk has one particular field he stumbles and fumbles his way through: women. There are times when he struggles to accept compliments from others, but when it comes to, she-cats, that is a whole different scenario than any other time. How does he know the difference between flirting and simply complimenting? How does he comfort them when they are stressed, or accept comfort from them if the circumstances are switched? If he ever did wish to maybe look for a mate, how would he go about it? If he became a mate, what sort of mate would he be? So many questions and so few answers. She-cats are such mystical creatures.

༄ While Whitehawk is a good and genuine guy, there are times when even he takes conflict with his own actions, specifically when he is trying too hard to be a good guy. He greatly cares for those closest to him and has proven that he would protect them at any cost in the past, but this sort of compassion extends beyond just those he cares for. Family members, friends, Apprentices, other Warriors, disagreeable clanmates, non-clanmates, non-clan cats. No one is excluded from this tom’s range of reach when it comes to acts of bravery or matters of the mind. While this might sound like a good quality, in the grand scheme of things this sort of thing becomes more of a flaw than he personally wishes it did. When it comes to stressful situations or danger, he often puts those around him before himself, even if they aren’t someone that deserves or should be given his attention. A cat could scream at him, insult him, even attack him, but if he found that this same cat was looking for death in the eye, he would still shove them out of the way. There is just something about death, specifically of other cats, that unsettles and disturbs this tom beyond his control. Sure, a cat could do bad things or earn a horrible reputation, but everyone started somewhere. Everyone has family, everyone has someone who cares for them. And if he simply allowed someone else to die on his watch when he could have prevented it, he would never allow himself or those who cared for them to forgive him. He would carry that burden with him to his grave.

༄ You would think that this sort of attitude would stop here, but alas, such is not the case. As if that wasn’t enough already, there’s a side to himself that he tries his best not to show, but there are times when this fails, especially when it comes to those, he holds dear. Whitehawk tends to be a bit...pushy...and honestly a bit bossy. This face of command often shows its face when it comes to matters, he himself finds the most concerning or in need of constant attention, such as safety or injury/sickness. Having multiple pairs of eyes on any kits within the clan at all times, never leaving an Apprentice to wander by themself, making sure that someone who is injured stays in the Medicine Cat den for as long as possible until they are fully healed. While these things are actions that should already be taken anyway, this tom tends to overdo them a bit, sometimes to the point of annoyance. And while others might see it as overbearing or strict, he sees it as needed precaution. No matter how well you know the land you live in, it is never 100% certain of what could happen. To others, this side of him can be seen as domineering, but internally this attitude comes from a place of great anxiety and doubt. Overthinking is practically a mastered hobby of his by this point, for it is almost a constant movement within his mind. Will those newly appointed Apprentices come back to camp safely? Will that first-time mother keep her kits healthy enough to become Apprentices? If that Elder goes for a walk, who will help them if they fell or started having difficulties and no one was there? It has been raining lately; any cat older or younger than a certain bracket should stay in camp just in case the tree roots and soil are too loose and might fall over. Now these aren’t necessarily scenarios that he would voice out loud in the moment, but even if he doesn’t voice them or chime in with such suggestions, he will often take it upon himself to keep an eye on it or go out himself. Whether this sort of thing is seen as him finding others untrustworthy or just his own brain fabricating the worst of all situations, depends on who you ask.

༄ Despite his life throwing one tragedy after another his way, Whitehawk's belief in his Warrior Ancestors; StarClan never wavers. He will often in anger yell at them, but will always ask for forgiveness, once he has realized what he had done. He hopes that when he dies, he will join StarClan and be reunited with his family once more. He often prays to them before every kill, every battle, and even after every death. A way to console himself in his belief, as things keep changing.

༄ Whitehawk is currently focusing on himself and helping others. He isn't even sure if he wants a mate or father kits. His way with the woman is a little complicated, so, it's a possibility that he will have kits, or he may never have any. Life may throw him a lover and kits, or maybe more than one, maybe none at all. All he is doing though is focusing on what he can do now, adjusting to life with one eye and becoming a better Member of SpringClan.

༄ However, a year later, SpringClan was under a new leader, Sakurastar who had gone mad with power, Whitehawk left to join WinterClan, not knowing if he would ever return home again. He does his best in WinterClan, but yearns for his old home. Though now in WinterClan, he does all he can to help them. <br/>

Mate: None

Kits: None

Position: Warrior

Note: This is temporary until other clans come back or made.)

<b>DESPICABLEBLOOM / rwn</b> | <i>rped by paige.rylee</i>

Despicablebloom is a long-furred grey she-cat with piercing yellow eyes. Tiny in comparison to other cats her age, her build reflecting a hunched over kit, rather than a fully-fledged Warrior, Despicablebloom is unusual. Her mother had never been well, and pregnancy was just too much for her body; she gave birth to three kits, but only the last survived. Despicablebloom appeared weaker and more fragile than her mother, and the other Queens thought she would not make it through the night. The frigid winds, and relentless climate of WinterClan seemed a perilous feat for the she-cat to survive, but yet, through all odds; some perhaps of the misfortunate kind – she survived. Her father - a jealous tom - blamed his own daughter for the death of her mother, going as far as to try and drag Despiceablebloom into the cold wonderlands of WinterClan territory to meet her fate. Hate and anger was something the she-cat understood from a young age. Shoved into the Ancient’s den instead of joining the Young, as the clan deemed her incapable of becoming a Warrior, Despicablebloom suffered for many moons, alone and despising her fate every lonesome day. Eventually, the sickly cat begged for a chance at becoming something she had always dreamed of, a fighter. Out of empathy she was made into a Warrior, but due to her incapablities, her training was insignificant, and most of the Warriors deemed her as useless anyway. Despicablebloom dreams of doing anything to prove that she is worthy, no matter the cost. She refuses to let other cats slowly nail her coffin shut. Unlikable, erratic, and incapable of skill; the she-cat dreams of the day revenge is hers. <br/>

Mate: none

Kits: none
Position: Warrior