The drop of rain water in the stream, the rustle of leaves on a stormy day. The mouse hiding from its predator, the predator chasing its prey. A picture is worth a thousand words, but those words change with each story. Which is reality? Which is fake? Vision and sight. They are a simple sense, something that most cats have. Something that most take advantage of. Do they truly see the world for what it is? Perhaps the blind are the ones who see the most. Maybe those gifted with sight are the ignorant ones. The lucky ones. Who truly wants to see the world? Each little movement, unseen. Every tiny ant, ignored. Even something as big as a tree, often overlooked. Things that you would never even guess would be important, end up being life changing. This is the training that was pushed into Glaniur, to never ignore a single detail. Be aware of everything, as a blind cat would if they were given the chance. Overlooking a single fact could be deadly. Each sound, each movement. Take it all in, and think. Be tactical. Surprise your enemy with the obvious. Or the unexpected. After all, no one would expect to be beaten in a fight by a former kittypet. Not all kittypets have an easy life, however. Some are tortured, abused, even when a young kit. There was no love to be found by his twolegs, and so it was little surprise that Glaniur took the first chance he could get to escape. Even as a kit, he was always watching for an opening. It was that habit of his that made a small group of rogues take him in to train. The young tom learned every skill he knows from them, but at a cost. They were rogues. Untrustworthy, dangerous. Even for a kit. Sometimes, Glaniur wondered which life was better. The rogues knew no mercy. It was enough to turn a kit into someone else. They abused him much like the twolegs. But, he had freedom. He was offered knowledge. So, he went along with the training until the rogues abandoned him. The day they vanished was the day Glaniur officially gained freedom. He was no longer at the mercy of others, bent and beaten to their will. He was finally able to look after himself. Yet, he still ended up in a clan, following another’s orders. It was an odd thing, for a cat with no more trust to give, ending up in a clan. He makes no secret of his hatred for others, just as most cats do with kittypets and rogues. But, sometimes it’s easy to forget. After all, he seems to turn everything into a joke, responding to most things with a sarcastic remark. It’s curious, however, how Glaniur never throws his looks around. His speckled black face, covering his cream colored pelt, and his icy clear eyes, he’s not too hard to look at. But, Glaniur seems to not take a romantic interest in anyone.

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HISTORY
Born as a kittypet, Glaniur had anything but an easy life. His twoleg owners would often torture and abuse him, never showing him any sense of comfort or safety. When Glaniur saw the chance to escape, he took it.

He was taken in by a group of rogues that saw his potential. They taught him almost every skill he knows, especially observation. They taught him the importance of taking in every detail. But, they tortured him. They were merciless, and took away every ounce of innocence a kit could have. They were just like the twolegs, but they offered him knowledge and freedom.

One day, the rogues abandoned him. Glaniur finally had true freedom. He could have spent the rest of his life away from others, but he ended up joining Sunclan as an apprentice. No one knew why he joined, especially since he refused to place trust in anyone anymore, and made no attempts to hide his hatred of others. But, just like with the rogue group, he was offered knowledge. He was an apprentice under Ravenwhisper for a short while before Skystar granted him the title of Sunclan's peacekeeper. He didn't keep the title for too long, however, as he soon left Sunclan.

After leaving Sunclan, he arrived in Brookclan and was named deputy. Before he was even settled into his new position, the threat of a war loomed between Renegade Regime and Primal Instinct. Glaniur was pulled into the conflict by a young trainee named Evelyn-kun, who had trespassed into Brookclan territory and demanded a fight, somehow leading to an unlikely sort of friendship. With Glaniur literally dragged into this, the rest of Brookclan slowly became involved. Froststar, however, wasn't too fond of the way things were progressing, leading to a disagreement that ended with Glaniur leaving the clan.

Soon after, he found himself in Earthclan territory, where he found a rather odd ally. Stormstar, the leader of Earthclan and an interesting character, along with his two mates, Abstract-thought and Suicidesurvivor, the deputy and co-deputy, respectfully, were the first to greet him in the territory, and they ended up coming to an agreement. Glaniur could stay on the territory without being a member of the clan, so long as he kept an eye out for any other trespassers. He took advantage of this agreement for a while, before he received word from an acquaintance asking for a favor. Without so much as a goodbye, he left for Nightclan, becoming the new leader.

If his time as Brookclan deputy was a mess, then his leadership of Nightclan was chaos. Not too soon after arriving, multiple cats starting voicing their disagreement about some random cat becoming leader out of nowhere. Among those in disagreement, the deputy and part of the council was the most vocal. Soon enough, the clan seemed to be split in half; those who were fine with Glaniur as leader, and those who wanted him gone. Luckily, the entire situation ended without so much as a single drop as blood, as, typical to Glaniur's ways, he left the clan without a word.

Perhaps his most uneventful time in life was directly after leaving Brookclan, when he first came to Fallclan. It was a short, peaceful time, where for once he didn't destroy anything. But, it was quiet. And so, he continued on with his life.

The next time he ended up in a clan would be as a Winterclan prisoner, in the loosest of terms. He escaped from the prison nearly every night, flaunting his freedom in his guards' faces. The poor life was something that he was used to, although it was heaven compared to previous things he had been through. As such, he witnessed the fall of Ripplestar and the rise of Rowanstar from the sidelines. He was able to watch as Rowanstar revived the gladiator trials, where apprentices would have to face off against the prisoners, and the winner would become a warrior of the clan, and the loser would be a prisoner until they die or win. Whether it was luck or the opposite, Glaniur had never been chosen to fight in one of these battles. However, when Primal Instinct began stealing kits and a war broke out, Glaniur had joined in on Winterclan's defense. With Rowanstar's death marking the end of the battle, Glaniur had decided to stay as a prisoner, despite being offered to formally join the clan. Things settled down, and eventually Glaniur made true on his fake escape attempts.

And so, he returned to Brookclan. i'm tired and just remembered that i have to cook, so i'm leaving you on a cliffhanger.


sun, brook, earth, night, fall, winter, brook, day, spring, winter, fall

Not everyone shows their true selves. They are puzzles; complex and confusing, with many different pieces that somehow all fit together to form a whole. Maybe some have a missing piece or two, but the gap is still a part of it. Not every piece is shown, and some are more difficult to find. Digging deep is required to see the completed puzzle, but even then, it may only just be a smaller fragment of a whole. However, some puzzles are more simple, and their full beauty can be seen by anyone. So, what type of puzzle would Pumpkinspice be? With her beautiful orange and white tabby pelt, or her orange eyes, it’s no question as to how she got her name. As friendly as she is energetic, with a stomach to match. There seems to be no end to her appetite, nor a limit to what she will eat. Although she is typically found munching on rocks, it may be a surprise to find that Pumpkinspice does have a favorite flavor: spicy. This neverending quest for food has gotten her into plenty of trouble; be it bee stings or scoldings, she’s been through plenty. Somehow, her stomach is strong enough to handle anything that she eats. Despite always seeming to get herself into trouble, Pumpkinspice is always cheerful. Her getting angry would be just as rare as hearing the words ‘I’m full’ from her. Whether she always looks on the bright side of things when the going gets rough, or she’s just not smart enough to be anything else, no one knows for sure. If each cat is their own puzzle, then Pumpkinspice doesn’t have many pieces.

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HISTORY
The child of a loner named Harvest and a warrior named Smallfeather, Pumpkinkit and her siblings had been abandoned in the forests of Fallclan. They had been found by the medicine cat, Hystericplague, and had been adopted by the leader and deputy, Loststar and Calamityshrine.

Since she was a kit, it seemed like Pumpkinspice's entire life revolved around food. Her stomach was a never-ending void, somehow strong enough to withstand all of the weird stuff she would put in her mouth. She spent her time as a kit eating anything she could, even threatening to eat her brother, Harvestkit's, pet lizard. Sadly, Loststar had left, leaving Pumpkinkit's adoptive father, Calamityshrine, to become leader.

When she became an apprentice, Crownglass had become her mentor and another father figure in her life. She had skipped lessons whenever she could, and had found even more new and exciting things to eat. An Apprentice Exchange program had brought her to Summerclan, where she met Batflower. She admired him, a crush forming on the older tom, but she had to return back to Fallclan. It was while she was an apprentice that Calamitystar had left the clan.

Being promoted to Nursery Aid was one thing that Pumpkinspice always hated. She had little time to eat, as the nursery always seemed to be flooded with kits. Still, she found time, and even some spare to go and visit her crush in Summerclan. Eventually, a romance had blossomed between the two, and Pumpkinspice became pregnant with his kits.

Softcloud is, without a doubt, the sweetest and kindest cat that anyone has ever met. Her soft blue eyes are always full of unwavering love, but anyone could tell that this light orange tabby is the happiest when looking at her mate. Midnightocean is her one true love, her soulmate, or so she likes to tell others. She is completely and utterly in love with him, which embarrasses others - especially kits. Softcloud is often found in the nursery; despite her old age, she has always had a soft spot for kits and spends as much time as she can playing with them. She’s the type of cat that would adopt any parentless kit that she comes in contact with, if no one would stop her. It’s why she was so eager to take in her only kit’s children. Although she loves her daughter, Dancingspirit, she had always yearned for a second litter of kits. Unfortunately, it seemed that whatever had caused her to lose the other kits in her only litter had also caused her to become infertile. A true curse for one so motherly in nature. Softcloud is not only soft in personality, but in words as well. Incredibly quiet, she seems to only ever speak in a whisper, causing others to have a hard time hearing her. It’s especially troublesome for her hard-of-hearing mate. As he loses his hearing, Softcloud also seems to be losing her vision. She mixes up kits that don’t even look similar, but most just seem to think that it’s a running joke instead of an actual problem. Because of her nature, Softcloud has earned herself the nickname of ‘Granny’ from nearly everyone.

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A fire burns deep inside of each of us, fueling our desires and whims. No two fires are the same, much like snowflakes on a wintry night. They are fed by experience, tended to with love. It is this fire that keeps us going on a long day, that lets us strive for more. It is the passion that moves us forward, the energy in our bones. The flames within Fabledashes are a burning blaze, encouraged by the feuds of two generations of family. It wasn’t hatred that drove Fabledashes forward, not at first. It was a desire to outshine his cousins and friends, to have all eyes on him. He bathed in affection, as if without it he would starve. It was his air, a force that nurtured his life, but the flames burnt out of control. As innocent as his intentions were, everything he knew turned to ashes one day, and spite and hatred burned through his heart. For a while, he lived only for one purpose: to watch someone suffer. Originally, it was only one cat that was the target of his anger, but the fire kept growing, and soon the blood on his paws wasn’t hers alone. So what if he wasn’t the best son, or even good looking anymore. The hideous burn scar on his orange tabby face made sure of that, though it certainly outlines his green, spiteful eyes quite well. It was after his sin of murder that his name changed from Firenettle, and his fury was able to spiral even further out of control. Oh, attention will be on him alright, he will make sure of that.

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HISTORY
At first, it seemed as if Firekit's biggest problem in life was the constant family feud he had been born into. Always trying to one-up his family had became a constant in his life, and so he grew to love the spotlight. Always doing anything to have eyes on him, to hear another word of praise. It was a competition, and one he was determined to win.

However, this desire had also made him quite gullible, and so when Fabledkit had approached him, promising him glory if they went out and brought back a twoleg's head, it was a mouthwatering idea. It was his chance to be a hero, for everyone to love and adore him. For his name to go down in history. There was no possible way for him to say no, and so Firekit and Fabledkit had gone out to achieve it. Nothing ever goes as planned though, especially when a twoleg kit had dropped Firekit in the firepit of the campgrounds, severely burning the left side of his face. Although it was the twoleg kit that held the blame, Firekit could only blame Fabledkit, and slowly that blame grew into pure hatred.

Moons passed, with Firepaw imagining ways to get his payback on Fabledpaw. He should hurt her the same way that she did him. He needed to get his revenge for the pain and suffering she had caused him, because suddenly his wish to be the center of attention had backfired. Everyone only noticed his burns, not his actions. They whispered about him behind his back, and it was all Fabledpaw's fault. But, she had vanished, gone from Fallclan, and so he was left to burn in the inferno she had created.

That is, until one day after he became a warrior, when he stumbled across her out on the territory, alone. He had murdered her, or so it seemed, for he had no memory between finding her, and coming to his senses, covered in his blood. He was left with no time to figure out what to do, as he was immediately escorted back to camp to await judgement. Hystericstar had decided to punish him, of course, by forcing him to take on the name of the one he hated most. So, he became Fabledashes, for he was just the ashes of his former fire, and was thrown in a cave with warriors guarding him at every moment of the day and no chance to escape on his own.

As time passed, it came to his attention that not everything was going to be happy in life. His sister, Fabledkit, had indirectly injured another kit named Firekit in the firepit of the campground when they had snuck out, and although Legendarykit had noticed the strange behavior between the two, he had simply assumed that Firekit had a crush on Fabledkit. And so, when they became apprentices and Firepaw's hostility hadn't gone away, he hadn't put much thought into it. However, it had caused Fabledpaw to flee from the clan.

It wasn't until moons later that Legendarypaw had learned that the now warrior, Firenettle, had murdered his sister. As punishment, in the same ceremonies that Legendarydemise was promoted to a warrior, Firenettle had his name changed to Fabledashes and was thrown into a makeshift prison. It was a name that didn't sit well with Legendarydemise, and he had begun a slow descent into madness. Always blaming himself, despite how his friend, Vixensong, told him it wasn't his fault. Still, there was a hatred which didn't want to vanish, even with Vixensong's support.

A tall, muscular dark gray tabby with pale green eyes. he fully bought into his training from the beginning: he wanted to be the strongest, the fastest, the aurulent, and he was the favored heir. the treatment of his siblings slowly disillusions him, and he loses faith in jayjack and warriors as a whole. a very good fighter but introspective, moral, and a follower at heart, he’s pushed to be a leader until he ultimately cracks under the pressure.

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HISTORY
Found and brought to Fallclan by an aurulent named Jayjack, Mastershrine began training to become the best warrior from kithood, and as such wasn't able to experience the carefree and joyful life as a kit. He had never been able to make friends or play games, instead devoting himself to the training regime that Jayjack had come up with.

When he became an apprentice, he continued with this strict training, as well as the training under his new mentor, Roaringthunder. However, he soon learned that keeping up with both would burn him out, and started giving himself some off days from Jayjack's training. He had only trained under Roaringthunder for a moon, before being reassigned to Lightember.

Despite all of his training, Masterpaw put off becoming a warrior for as long as he could. Eventually, it couldn't be avoided anymore, and he was granted the name Mastershrine.

A small white and brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes.

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The Big Mac n’ Cheese ready to please his next owner. He goes by the nicknames Big Mac, Mac Attack, Cheese or Mac. He likes to think he’s big and tough but in reality gets spooked by the smallest things. He can be loud and tries to make himself look cool. He’s often the one that will force his siblings to join him on his adventures, but will bail when he gets overwhelmed. Has a strong dislike for spiders and would rather sacrifice his siblings for the greater good if it meant he didn’t have to see another spider ever again. He is a collector of shiny and colorful things. He is very intimidated by his little sister Ravioli and is always on the lookout for her spider pranks. An orange tabby with light amber eyes.

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mother was a kittypet named Breadstick who sent them off on an adventure. They were discovered by a Fallclan warrior and thrown into Hystericstar‘s den to celebrate this wondrous day

If survival was based on luck, Rami would never die. Born and forced to fight for his life every day in the city, the story of how he came to join Primal Instinct changed depending on just whose heart he’s trying to woo this time. He may claim that he got this far out of pure skill, but it’s much more likely that he charmed his way out of most situations - and ran when that failed. Flirtatious is one way to put this tom’s nature, as there are few things better to him than good music and love. Unfortunately, love always tends to escape him, as his heart is always changing. Who he claims to love one day won’t always be who he loves the next, so it’s a good thing that he’s fast enough to run from the angry cats he leaves in his wake. Surprisingly, he’s good at getting out of most situations on his own, which is rather useful as Rami is quite the troublemaker, although he never intends to be. Suave as he may be, he is just as dramatic. Everything that happens has got to be a story to tell, and he tends to over-exaggerate his feelings sometimes. With his chocolate point siamese fur and brilliant blue eyes, he’s not hard to look at, perhaps a contributing factor to how he’s able to get away with so much. Despite his way with love, he is still a very loyal friend. He can normally be found hanging around others, whether they want him to or not, because deep down, Rami is truly just afraid of being alone. At least he will always have music.

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

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