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Hope. The snowdrop flower is a sign of harsh winter's end, the hope that warmth will once again come into your life. It's a dainty flower, one that many wouldn't think too much of in small numbers. Since it begins blooming in winter, it's a rather tough flower, right? Most of this could also be used to define Snowdropwhimsy. Although she is rather large for a she-cat, she is tough and warm, and the sight of her fluffy calico body is normally a welcome one. The daughter of a leader and his surrogate, Snowdropwhimsy learned from a young age just how strange love could be, and was raised with an open mind, for the few moons that she had known her mother. Her father, Doestar, had passed before she was even born, but she had heard plenty of stories about him, and rather idolizes the father in her mind. Beetuft, her mother, had crumpled only a mere 2 moons after Doestar's death, and it wasn't long before she died, as well, leaving five kits behind as a memory of their lives: Bluebelldream, Wisteriasun, Tulipdance, Poppyskip, and, of course, Snowdropwhimsy. Snowdropwhimsy was heartbroken, but, like her mother, had pushed her own grief aside to try and make her siblings happy. She is the type of cat to go out of her way to dry and brighten the day of everyone else. Just one look at her large brown eyes, and you can tell exactly what type of cat she is. She is the one who will sacrifice everything she has, everything she wants, for the sake of others.
[attr="class","melplot"]Everyone is out to get you. No matter who they are, or what they say, they will always go out of their way to destroy you. They will bring you down, even if it's at the cost of their own sanity. So, why not have a little fun with it? Beat them at their own game before they have a chance to ruin you. Experiments are always a fun way to see where true loyalties lie. Hystericplague is a cat who only believes in his own abilities, whether it's with causing havoc or in his own little experiments. The world will have no use of someone who can't survive, who can't fight their own battles. To an outside perspective, no one would believe this frail tom is capable of anything. How could he, when he can't even cure his own cough that has been plaguing him since he was born? What are his experiments good for if he can't even help himself? Let them doubt him. It will only make it more fun when he destroys them. Though he may be small, just one look at his hairless, seemingly disproportionate body is enough to unnerve even the most fearless of warriors. His golden eyes always seem to twinkle with some eerie knowledge, as if gods themselves have told him their secrets.
PUMPKINSPICE
fallclan
queen
female
heterosexual
widow
expecting
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]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.
FOXFIRE
fallclan
senior warrior
male
heterosexual
widower
1 kit
no siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Not so long ago, this brown tabby was a warrior to be feared. Strong and respected by all who knew him, Foxfire was a force to be reckoned with. His green eyes could charm anyone with the life behind them, and the passion beneath them. Now, those same eyes are dulled, his once large muscles weakened with age. If you were to mention this to him, you would be wrong. No, Foxfire definitely wasn't old, he just wasn't young anymore. Both age and life had taken its toll on him, and now he lives in the shadow of his former self. Perhaps some of the reasons for this could be traced back to falling in love with Applebloom, and then falling out of love with her after having kits. Now, he's stuck in this unhappy relationship, living in jealousy of the love between his son and his mate. However, the way that he expresses his jealousy is by picking apart his son's relationship, trying to find any little thing that could break it apart. Foxfire was definitely not the best father, instead burying himself in any warrior work that needed to be done. His training was his passion, his fighting skills his pride. He strives to be like how he was before his mate, but there's just too much tying him down that he can't just walk away anymore. Foxfire must deal with his own actions, learn how to overcome and accept his mistakes in life, instead of just walking away. But is this something that he will ever realize on his own?
LEGENDARYDEMISE
fallclan
warrior
male
bisexual
vixensong
no kits
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]If trees could talk, they would tell fables of wonder and miracles. Of the budding love between two cats tucked away from the world. They would tell stories of adventure and secrets. Of the lone kit that decided to sneak away from camp, eager to learn of the world beyond. They would tell tales of lies and deceit. Of the silken words of treason, whispered between two that should be strangers in disguise. They would tell tragedies of ruin and demise. Of the crimson blood that dripped as a young cat took their last, shaky breath as their killer made their getaway. If trees could talk, there would be no more secrets, and you would be left to wonder which of these legends would be your birthright. Are your paws already stained with the sins of others? Surely the spawn of a wraith and a reaper already has his path laid out for him, like an inescapable destiny. Try as he might to escape the trail of blood, every twist and turn he takes leads directly to a trail of destruction. Despair is a fate that Legendarydemise cannot outrun, like it was a cursed omen foretold centuries prior. Maybe it was carved in stone the moment he was born, when he walked the same path as his mother as they escaped their death of a home. When he and his siblings followed behind the she-cat, who was more wraith than feline. The mother that they had all presumed to be undead, a ghost trapped in this plane of existence. The one who had whispered to them of their father, a reaper who would one day track them down. When she had vanished, they had all chalked it up to her simply slipping between realms, as wraiths were wont to do. It wasn't until moons later that Legendarydemise had learned of what really became of their mother. She was no wraith, no ghoul. She had been as mortal as them, and she had simply perished like any other. But the doubts of reality were already there, and he had lost sight of what impermanence truly was. If there were reapers, what else hid in the shadows of the night? If there were wraiths, what else was hiding in plain sight? And more importantly, as a child of both, what did that make Legendarydemise? With his black pelt and vibrant yellow eyes, he certainly could be the same as anyone else, but he knew that one day, he would become a monster. He has nothing left to do but await the day that his paws are stained crimson. If it's in his blood, it's only a matter of time before the stories start repeating themselves.
OATHKEEPER
fallclan
warrior
male
heterosexual
no mate
no kits
2 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Fathering children has never been a priority to Oathkeeper, despite his father’s wishes. He has always lived and breathed “warrior” with the desire to serve his leader and clan with his life. Protecting his clanmates has always been more important to him than carrying on the family legacy. Everything he does is always for someone else, but he’ll never let you know it. With a snarky, arrogant exterior, many assume he’s just as narcissistic as the rest of his family. Only those that tear down his walls will find a loyal, compassionate, and misunderstood tom. Regardless of his tough act, words force their way under his skin and consume him. Oathkeeper has an unconditional love for his sister, Crownedgrace, built from their traumatic youth. He will never respect her cruel behavior and ambitions, but he would do anything for her. Even when he knows he’s being manipulated by her and glimpses her evil nature, he struggles to turn her away. The one exception is her hatred for their younger brother, Littlelion. Oathkeeper truly cares for him and has his back. Littlelion is one of the only cats, who he’ll let his guard down around and laugh with. Unlike the rest of his family, his talents lie strictly in battle and not in intellect. Although he shares their ginger tabby fur and green eyes.
SPARROWPAW // light
fallclan
apprentice
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
4 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]The sparrow is often seen as a harbinger of good luck, the symbol of hope and protection. Small, sweet and gentle creatures. Such a name was bestowed to this grey tabby, after both the wonderful bird and the companionship that his parents, Bogslide and Frostpaw, offered each other when they were stuck in a Twoleg nest. "One day they would be free again, like the birds in the garden." It was the promise that the two made while watching outside the window, and the promise that led to the names of Sparrowlight and his siblings. And it did come true, for a while. They spent many happy moons in Fallclan together, away from the Twoleg nest, but not everything good can last forever. Bogslide had gone missing, and then Frostpaw had passed after giving birth. With not even a memory of his parents, they had both vanished from Sparrowlight's life. As the first born, he had tried to shoulder some of the responsibilities in raising his siblings, with help from his uncle, Applecrisp. Perhaps doing so had robbed him of most of the freedom and wildness that kits typically had, but he could never bring himself to wish that things were different. Of course, he would often wonder about Bogslide, and where his father had gone. Did he know that he had kits waiting for him? If so, was that why he had left? Despite the rest of Sparrowlight's family telling him about the love between the couple, he can't help his doubts. The one thing that is able to soothe his worries is his name, however. There was no way that Frostpaw would have gifted him and his siblings with such meaningful names if they didn't love each other. So, Sparrowlight holds on to that hope, that maybe that enough would be able to change things. Sparrows were harbingers of good luck, after all. So why did it feel like Sparrowlight had plenty of bad luck?
SNEEZEKIT // keeper
fallclan
kit
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
2 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Perhaps it's a rather mean name for such an innocent and warm cat, and it's been the topic of many jokes. Still, there's few names that could fit this grey and white tom as much as Sneezekeeper. With a face that's always rather scrunched up, it looks like he's always on the verge of a sneeze. He faces every new situation with a clear mindset that others call naïve. Calm under pressure, he doesn't necessarily say the right thing all the time, but he does it with such open warmth that cats tend to like him anyway. He likes to tell stories that others find simple and pointless, just about tiny things he did or saw throughout the day. Usually, it's because whatever the story is about made him smile, and he wanted to share the joy with others, but his storytelling skills could use a lot of polish. It doesn't matter if he understands the task that he's been given; he'll figure it out along the way. His green eyes are always welcoming and friendly, even when others are picking on him for his name.
PALMKIT // dance
fallclan
kit
female
unknown
no mate
no kits
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]An orange and white tabby she-cat with deep orange eyes. It’s no wonder how Palmdance earned her name, as she’s never in the same place for long. Dancing around the camp and territory, unable to hold still. A sense of adventure is what brought her and her siblings, Pineshimmer, Elmknight, and Maplebreeze, to the clan, and it’s what has conquered her actions ever since. Willful and fiery, this she-cat will take up any challenge offered to her and return each insult thricefold. Even with her adventurous spirit and wanderlust ways, she considers FallClan her home and has no desire to move. She would love to travel and explore the other clans, but, at the end of the day, she will always return back home where she has planted her roots.
BOGKIT // water
fallclan
kit
female
unknown
no mate
no kits
no siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]A darker grey she-cat with teal blue eyes. Thin and agile, the skills of a warrior came naturally to her but her swimming abilities are the most notable. It's almost as if the water is a second home to this she-cat with how easily and naturally she moves through it. Whether the skill was one that she was born with, or one that she took to in order to live up to her water-based name, no one is quite sure. She’s a very social cat and makes friends with very little difficulty. Still, with how easy she seems to have it, her life is full of difficulties. Somehow, she ends up in sticky situations more often than not. Whether it's getting stuck in vines or tripping out of a tree, she's done it all. Clumsy isn't even enough to describe her. She's not very alert, and can be rather gullible. With everything that she's gone through, it stands to reason that Bogwater is resourceful, resilient, and has a lot of faith in StarClan. She likes to draw random patterns in the dirt.
LUCKYKIT // crow
fallclan
kit
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]A smoky grey-black tom with amber eyes. Those around him typically wonder exactly how Luckycrow got his name; after all, it’s not like he’s particularly lucky. His luck is average at best, neither great nor terrible. Perhaps it was Chaicrisp - his adoptive mother - who had named him, seeing the kits as a lucky opportunity to get closer to Jayjack. His adoptive father had always insisted that they weren’t coparenting, but Chaicrisp claimed otherwise. Or maybe he was purely lucky to be found that fateful day, when he was thrown into Hystericstar’s den with multiple other kits. He’s not exactly sure how he got his name, but he does his best to be a good luck charm to those around him. Luckycrow is a terrible matchmaker, but he does his best. He wants those close to him to be happy, perhaps a habit that was created because of Chaicrisp. He was always rather close to her, and after a while it had started to hurt to see how his adoptive parents acted around each other. He wanted them to be a real family, so he had started to set up little events and meetings between the two, hoping that some sort of romance would blossom. At some point, this had begun to extend further, and he would try to set up romantic encounters with his siblings or friends and their crushes. Never once had he ever thought about his own love life, and is rather oblivious in that area.
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GLANIUR
fallclan
warrior
male
asexual
no mate
no kits
no siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]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.
GREYHUNT
fallclan
warrior
female
bisexual
whitestone
no kits
1 sibling
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Occasionally known as The Mistress of the Hunt, Greyhunt's specialties lay in tracking prey. She is a keen hunter with blue eyes that can spot any small details, which makes tracking come so naturally that others would call it a sixth sense. This silver tabby knows exactly what needs to be done to get what she wants, and with her greedy nature, not much of what she acquires will leave her place. She has a way with words that one might think her to be posh, which is quite a contrast to her twin, Ravendagger. eve is too lazy to write a proper bio, so more will be added at a later time.
ACORNCHARM
fallclan
warrior
female
heterosexual
rivergale
no kits
4 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Time heals all wounds, or so the saying goes. With fractured dreams and happiness that you can never quite grasp, time almost seems to be the enemy. Always waiting for things to get better, but afraid of what the future might hold for you, is this any way to live? Sometimes you don't have a choice. The world moves on around you, never waiting for you to catch up, not caring if it leaves you in the dust. Why would it care about something so insignificant? A small acorn is nothing to a large tree, after all. This is the view that Acorncharm had for a significant portion of her life, never feeling like she was quite enough for anything. Being abandoned by her mother broke this small grey and ginger tabby, leaving just a shattered mess in her place. It was hard for her to hide it, when she would cry at any slight inconvenience or harsh word, and there were many of those once her crybaby tendencies were known to the world. Always made fun of, always struggling to make friends. Perhaps that was the real reason she turned to collecting, as it was the only way she could cope. It was always the same things, cycling with the seasons. In winter, twigs. Spring, any blossoms and fallen flowers she could get her paws on. During the hot summer days, it's always bugs and rocks, and the occasional shells whenever she could find them, and those were always special. Then, in the fall, it was acorns and dead leaves. Items as odd as she, as it were. These were her little happiness, until she figured out how to make it into a paradise of her own. Even an acorn is important to a tree, for how else would its legacy carry on. And so Acorncharm grew bark over her skin, distancing herself from things that made her unhappy. It wasn't time that healed her wounds. No, it was her that picked up the broken shards and arranged them to her liking, and one look into her yellow-green eyes will tell you just how she did it.
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MASTERSHRINE
fallclan
warrior
male
bisexual
no mate
no kits
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]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.
BLIZZARDYREFUGE
fallclan
elder
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
7 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. However, fate is a fickle and cruel thing. It was during one of his patrols in the mountain that a blizzard came, sweeping with it Blizzardyrefuge and his sense of direction. It was a close call, but he had survived, but found that he was no longer in the mountains of WinterClan. For moons, he wandered, trying to find his way back home, blissfully ignorant of all of the changes that his sister, Wintrystar, had made to his home clan. Until one day, fate wanted another gamble at his life, ending in a severe injury to Blizzardyrefuge's legs. Unable to go anywhere else, he had dragged himself to the border of FallClan, where he had to stay to recover. Being in the mountains once more is a nostalgic feeling, one that is often followed by homesickness. Would FallClan be his home forever now, or would he one day go back to WinterClan? The more time passes, the more unsure he is of the answer.
TINYPAW // panda
fallclan
apprentice
female
heterosexual
no mate
no kits
5 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]A small white and brown tabby she-cat with brown eyes.
PLUMKIT // tart
fallclan
kit
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
3 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]Truth is a powerful force, able to break powerful cats or repair relationships. Should it always be spoken, are there times when the truth is better left hidden? According to Plumtart, everyone should have someone by their side who isn't afraid to say their opinion or their beliefs. A Truth Bringer. A brave cat who will speak up or answer challenges while others will not. This is the role that Plumtart has taken on, but not for any specific cat. He is observant and straightforward, but often forgets to consider the feelings of others when speaking his mind. He says it how he sees it, with no sugary speech or honeyed words. He's outspoken, and will loudly voice his feelings about particular subjects. How highly must someone think of themselves to so boldly challenge others? Those around him probably assume that Plumtart is full of himself, thinking himself smarter than everyone else, and that's why he always offers his opinion. The truth of the matter, however, is that he's just trying to be a support for others. He's insecure, and lacks confidence and self-worth. A fluffy white tom with light grey and tan tabby markings, and blue eyes.
MAC N' CHEESE
fallclan
kit
male
unknown
no mate
no kits
5 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]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.
SUNKIT // splinter
fallclan
kit
female
unknown
no mate
no kits
2 siblings
faction
[attr="class","melplot"]A tortoiseshell she-cat with blue and green heterochromic eyes. There is no such thing as secrets when Sunsplinter is around. In her mind, any information - no matter how insignificant - is something that everyone should know, even if it’s about someone’s private life. A chatterbox who doesn’t care who she’s talking to or what she’s talking about, it’s rather difficult to believe that this bright and sunny cat is the one who spreads a lot of rumors. It’s almost as if the idea of privacy is something that she has yet to learn, or that not everyone appreciates having their lives known to everyone. Still, it’s difficult to stay mad at her for her actions. She’s a little bundle of joy, albeit a stubborn one, and she truly doesn’t mean any harm. There are those who think that she’s just an expert at manipulating others, but no one can tell for certain. If it is all an act, it’s a great one that hasn’t been dropped in front of anyone. Sunsplinter came to FallClan as a kit, where she found herself and her siblings, Midnightmirth and Cumuluscry, in Hystericstar’s den.
glaniur
fallclan
warrior
male
asexual
no mate
no kits
job
faction
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Is there anything more beautiful than a field of flowers? The lovely smell of lavender on a particularly stressful evening, or the rather silly sight of a bumblebee nearly falling into the funnel of a tulip. Even the bright and cheery sunflower, everything about flowers is just so wonderful. There’s a lot more to flowers than meets the eye, and Calamitylight loves every bit of it. From the meanings of each flower, to just their natural beauty, there’s nothing more that he would love more than just spending time with flowers. Unlike his sister, Chestnutfreckle, he doesn’t care about any uses they may have. While she cares deeply about herbs and learning their medicinal properties, all Calamitylight loves is their wonderful smell and beauty. Perhaps this was a love inherited from his father, Batflower, who was well-known for his passion for nature. Now, Calamitylight has turned this passion into his own. With his black pelt, he also holds a similar appearance to his father, though not nearly as much as Batwiggle does. It’s his eyes that really sets them apart. His yellow-orange eyes, a different shade than the soft honey of Batflower, or the enchanting yellow of Batwiggle. There’s also differences in their fur, however. Unlike his father, Calamitylight’s pelt is a full black, instead of a smoky ash color. He’s a rather small cat, and any muscle that he holds is hidden in his short but fluffy fur. There is a cut in his right ear, shaped almost as if a bite had been taken out of it. As such, it’s a running joke that his mother, Pumpkinspice, had taken a chunk out when he was a very young kit. Of course, it’s probably not true, but since it has always been there, no one can exactly say it’s wrong. Despite the fact that each of his siblings were named after someone important to either Batflower or Pumpkinspice that were no longer in this world, he was the only one whose namesake was still alive. Calamityshrine, his adoptive grandpa and his namesake. It only stands to reason that someone named after an oddball like Cal would also be a bit of an oddity himself.
Past Names: Clan: Unknown Gender: male Rank: unknown Sexuality: unknown Mother: Beldam Father: unnamed tom Siblings: a lot of half-siblings Mate: none Kits: none
His father was a tom Beldam puppeted to start a rouge group where she had her own loyal followers. He sat on the metaphorical throne but she ruled the roost. He started an affair when Relic was a few moons old, Beldam drugged him then pushed him into a river to drown. Then held herself under water long enough to make it appear she tried to save him. But his mistress was suspicious and publicly blamed her, with the doubt laid she fled. Leaving Relic behind with the group when he was 6 moons old.
Their father was actually the one who raised they for 12 moons, Beldam disappeared when they were 3 moons old on an 'errand', in truth a she-cat had requested her help and she went to help her. She returned to find the tom and the kits had moved on without her and there was a new she-cat in her place. Infuriated she killed the she-cat and the tom and left (she-cat might have been pregnant). When the kits came to visit their father they found their corpses.
Spite can be the best motivator to some, and the downfall of others. It’s a powerful force to be sure, and Meadowbloom has learned to harness it as her own. Forgive, but never forget. To others, it doesn’t quite seem like she has exactly forgiven the one that brought this side of her front and center: her own mother, Edelweissbloom. Perhaps she hasn’t, but it’s much too late to change anything. She definitely has not forgotten, however. How could she forget about her mother abandoning not only Winterclan - their home - but also her and her siblings, just the night after they had received their warrior names? Left with a stupid story about how they were never supposed to be her kits, how Edelweissbloom had only been a surrogate for a pair of parents that weren’t able to have kits. She had said that she had done her part, and then simply left them behind. Meadowbloom - then Meadowglade - had not taken the event very well, and had even changed her own name out of spite. She would be better than their mother, she would protect them all. Of course, this sense of loyalty to her siblings is the only ‘motherly’ thing about Meadowbloom. She’s impatient, and can be rather dismissive of others. Even now, she still openly speaks ill of her mother every chance that she gets. Perhaps the reason why the abandonment affected her as much as it did was because she’s rather emotionally sensitive, and took it very personally. Although she seems like the type of cat who doesn’t care about what others say about her behind her back, each and every word stabs into her painfully. She may be cold and spiteful, but she cares deeply. Never again will she lose anyone that she considers family, as long as she has something to say about it. Meadowbloom is a stunning silver tabby she-cat with striking light blue eyes.
In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. However, fate is a fickle and cruel thing. It was during one of his patrols in the mountain that a blizzard came, sweeping with it Blizzardyrefuge and his sense of direction. It was a close call, but he had survived, but found that he was no longer in the mountains of WinterClan. For moons, he wandered, trying to find his way back home, blissfully ignorant of all of the changes that his sister, Wintrystar, had made to his home clan. Until one day, fate wanted another gamble at his life, ending in a severe injury to Blizzardyrefuge's legs. Unable to go anywhere else, he had dragged himself to the border of FallClan, where he had to stay to recover. Being in the mountains once more is a nostalgic feeling, one that is often followed by homesickness. Would FallClan be his home forever, or would he one day go back to WinterClan? The more time passed, the more unsure he was of the answer. His legs would never be the same again, but he found himself wanting more and more with each passing day to return to his birthplace. So, when his legs had healed just enough for him to no longer be bedbound, he left the place that had offered him safety. The mountains are no place for someone who can hardly walk, however, and the journey had taken him much longer than he had intended it to. He had made many stops along the way, learning about different herbs from passersby’s to help ease his pain. With enough time, one of his legs had nearly fully healed, leaving him with just a single bad leg. When he had finally found WinterClan again, it wasn’t like anything that he had remembered. But it was home, right?
The cat standing in the blush of dawn. Blushingdawn’s presence is one that’s hard to ignore, to be sure. From her flaming red fur, to the sure and unwavering way she holds herself, to her confident yet caring speech; this cat is one that stands out in a crowd. Perhaps, one might think that she was pampered at first glance, as sometimes her ignorance about the world shines through, but then there’s her eyes. While there’s nothing special about the light green color, it’s impossible to miss the fiery determination in her gaze. In some circumstances, they have been described as that of a wild beast with their fierceness. It’s these eyes that are able to sway others into believing in her. Yet, as wild as her appearance is, she has a very sweet demeanor and an absolute willingness to learn. Oftentimes, Blushingdawn will go out of her way to help others, and no matter what happens she maintains a positive outlook. While she very rarely mentions her past, her own actions are enough to assume that something traumatic must have happened to her. Why else would her eyes be so determined? For what reason could she have nightmares rather commonly? What could possibly have happened to cause Blushingdawn to not fear anything other than death? These are all secrets that she never plans on telling anyone. Long ago, perhaps she had been driven by a desire for revenge on her past, but she has since moved past that. Now, all she wishes for is to protect those around her and live in peace. What exactly that peace entails is a question that she is still seeking the answer for, but there’s no doubt that eventually, one day, she will find it. After all, her determination has led her this far, so there’s no way that she could stop now.
A tiny cat in a big world, with dreams just as large. Faeriefire has always been a little ball of energy. Brilliant, proud, and fiery; this cat knew what she wanted from life from as early as she could remember. Really, it’s a simple dream, but one that she doesn’t know that she will ever obtain. Even if she did realize it, how would she know? Her dream is one that isn’t entirely up to her, in its vagueness. All she wants is to be important in some way: whether it be to her Clan, to the world, or even just to a single cat, she doesn’t care. Of course, that’s not to say that she goes out of her way to please others. She may oftentimes be dense, but even she knows that’s not how to get others to care about her. Faeriefire is still searching for the things that she’s good at, as it seems her eagerness causes her to be rather clumsy at times. One day, she’ll find it though. There’s no need to rush to find herself, is there? Faeriefire is a small, mostly white and extremely fluffy calico with brilliantly blue eyes.
