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important positions: stormstar | leader of summerclan & loyal guard of nightclan snowshod | silent brother of moonclan jayjack | aurulent of fallclan deathreign | knight of the guards of winterclan breezestep | deputy of swiftclan
[attr="class","plsc"]Summer night sneaking out from behind her moms back felt like trouble, lighting a thrill in her heart and throwing caution to the wind. Her paws skimmed the earth as she followed her brother out the back. Maybe if Harv hadn’t taken notice of the other kit they could have never left their peaceful childhood and quiet clan life. But the moment they walked out of the nursery with the other kit at their side they left their peace and quiet far behind, forgotten as a toy. DayClan was the big destination, the neighboring clan full of wheat. She had never left camp a day in her life though, the tunnels winded and the thrill of becoming lost intoxicated her mind, begging her paws to move further, see what was around every corner. If there was a string tied around her tail she would have tied herself up exploring every crevice if she could. When they emerged from the tunnels there was a river in their way and a long way to DayClan if they walked all the way around. Harv and Sweet chose to brave it, but they were older, a bit more nimble with sharper claws to hang onto rocks. The other kit was younger, more clumsy and his claws hadn’t grown in. He slipped, cracked his head open on a rock while choking down on water. No one knows if the head injury killed him or if he drowned. Harv and Sweet never blamed themselves, they blamed it on the twisting maze, the adults for not paying better attention, the current for being too fast, and the rocks for being too slippery. The guilt of killing the kit ran over her mind like she was water and the guilt was water. Never allowing it to touch her, but it poisoned her pureness nonetheless. The Sun God had little sympathy and cursed her and her brother to be forced to feel the pain the kit felt. They were hacking up water, heads pounding for a whole week as they suffered and lived. A slave to their own mortality, death follows Sweet closely. She has many near death experiences, but nothing can ever be enough to end her suffering. Sweet is very conflicted on where her heart lies in SunClan, sometimes dreaming of finding refuge in DayClan among the sweet wheat. Written by Faith. [break]Mentored: Racingheart
DIVEDESCENT
DAYCLAN WARRIOR MALE, CRUSH ON INKLORE PANSEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]A small black-and-white tom with dark green eyes, he looks exactly like his father. He wasn't raised knowing Deal was his parent, but he certainly did not look like Foxbane, Funk E'tan, or Glowstar. Energetic, loving, sincere, and resolute, he sticks by his beliefs and some cats find that charming. His handsome appearance would help his charisma if he wasn't constantly dirty and untidy. He dislikes rain and is terrified of lightning. Personality generated by flurryofstars.
SNAKEROOTHAVEN
DAYCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE HE/THEY BISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]A velvety gray-brown feline with thick black stripes and fairy light yellow eyes. Born to Ebonygold and Mountainsound, he was stolen away to DayClan to be raised in a safer environment. He/they. [break]Mentored: Novasecret
TRACKINGDESTINY
DAYCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE GAY NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]Trackingdestiny was born to a pair of criminal former leaders, a secret that didn't stay hidden from him for long. He heard the stories about his father Deal, but he didn't know what to think about them; when he discovered the truth of his adopted siblings in NightClan, he was even more shocked, and how could he handle the news that his mother's ex-mate was part of a powerful dynasty? He was so close to being a strong, rich warrior, but instead he grew up in the gutters of DayClan - which are considerably nicer than the best some other clans could offer him. Yet Trackingdestiny doesn't mind that his family has its dark secrets. He's going to make his own legacy. Trackingdestiny is looking for greatness and he's going to find it. He's a cat of action, preferring to leap headfirst into problems instead of sitting around talking and worrying. He can be a rebel, defying authority when his leaders take too long to come to a decision, and he isn't afraid to stand up for his own opinion. Trackingdestiny is a fiercely independent mostly-black tom with a white face and pale blue eyes. He was born to Soaringbird and Deal. [break]Mentor: Karmacarnage, Lilacbane
VIOLETPAW
NIGHTCLAN APPRENTICE MALE, SINGLE AROMANTIC/ASEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]Neutral and a little distant, Violetpaw isn't guarded so much as he's constantly exhausted by the stresses of life. Not to worry, he's good under pressure, calm and quick-thinking, and not afraid to make drastic moves. Really, pressure is the only thing that clears his head: when his life is still and futile, he gets fidgety and dives into his head. He has to be given a task, a deadline, in order to find some stability in his life. And that isn't a secret. Violetpaw will openly admit it, and even if he doesn't, the violent trembling of his paws gives it away. His paws shake when he's worked up or anxious or honestly whenever he feels any strong emotion, and he can't control it. What he won't tell you is why because Violetpaw is extremely private and refuses to easily divulge any information about himself. He's closes with his siblings because Puddlepaw and Skunkpaw already know everything about him without requiring him to say it. Violetpaw doesn't believe his privacy is an issue; he's a strongly moral cat, so its unlikely he has any dark secrets to hide, and cats seem to appreciate his sense of humor without knowing every minute detail of his life. A dark brown pointed tom with ice blue eyes, resigned to his destiny of life with Rabbitpaw.
FLOODFATE
NIGHTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE AROMANTIC/ACE
[attr="class","plsc"]Being normal is being a failure. After watching his driven, successful father take on the world and never give up, he knew he could never he an average cat. It feels wrong to be average, to be forgotten, and he believes he must strive for beyond. Though Floodfate was never the hero of the story, he didn't want to be the villain either; but he's prone to jealousy and bitterness and ignoring his emotions, and he lashes out and makes bad choices and takes the easy route of criminal behavior. He was doted on by his leader early in life and though he loved the attention, the rebellious little tom was too upset to see her giving his brother special treatment as well. He lashed out and refused to listen to her after that, angry that she treated him like a child and tried to restrict his freedom. By the time the floods destroyed his home, he was already planning on running away, and when they moved to SunClan the young initiate found himself allured by the Shadow Era cats. When the plan went south he fled with some of the other rogues and made his life as a loner stealing from others, until one day when he was caught and barely escaped with his life. He fled to NightClan and changed his name to Floodfate, where he seeks to escape his roots without a clear path to do so. He doesn’t know how to avoid falling back on his old destructive and criminal habits, and he fears being normal, so he's trapped on a hill he climbs. Emotionally distant, he has never known how to share his feelings and struggles to understand his own emotions, much less anyone else's. He's vain and self-centered and never had a chance to properly grow up. Floodfate hates being babied and not taken seriously, and cats used to fawn over his cherubic looks, though luckily they've stopped after his looks were marred by his latest scars. He's suspicious of other cats and doesn't know how to let them get close or how to accept help, and cats that come on too strong or flirtatious freak him out. Floodfate doesn't know how to trust anybody but himself, and though he knows he needs a new life, he doesn't know what it looks like or how he'll get there. A rounded solid gray tom with white markings, Floodfate bears the marks of his former life: the fur hasn't grown back over the deep scars on his chest and shoulder, and his left ear is missing along with part of his upper lip.
STORMSTAR /REIGN
SUMMERCLAN LEADER MALE, SINGLE PANSEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]Impeccably sharp with his short, dense blue coat and white toes, Stormreign is an incredibly handsome tom. He has the proper formal look of a former Commander, well-groomed and clean, with a prideful lean neck tall enough to look over his heads of many of his shorter groupmates. His coat isn't dark as some of the tunnel dwellers, but he was born on the surface high above and many leagues away, where his dark fur melted into the shade of the juniper bushes and the cool reflection of the lake. It doesn't match his new territory either, but he adjusted long ago. Syndactyl, he only has three white toes on each forepaw, plus his dewclaw. Stormreign's charisma is matched by his wit and he's quick with a flirty joke; his flashy nature keeps him in the spotlight where he loves to be. He doesn't fit into crowds as well as his brother Fujin, even when he laughs he feels the separation and can't quite manage the same level of levity, but nonetheless most forget to notice his discomfort. His deep blue gaze is intense, alluring and playful and dangerous -- dangerous, because he has a strong sense of humor, but a weak grasp on morality. He spent a few moons in the League which only eroded his few moral qualms even further, leaving his siblings without a care at all, and him reluctantly clinging to the few honorable tenants he knew. There's always been a hint of weakness in him he can't break, a hesitation when it comes to purely serving his own self, that nags at him in the night. He can't quite become ruthless, but he's a free cat, and he doesn't like restrictions either. Approaching the Regime was his test, motivated by a fleeting hope the strict order would push some sense into his mind, or else drive him absolutely mad. He can't be convinced it has done either. Stormreign leans into the chaos, he tastes the wilderness and yearns for more, and he can't deny its call. His public persona is far more outgoing than the cat in private: alone with a friend, he relaxes, and he becomes softer. The intensity never leaves him, never fades from his enchanting eyes, but he's warm and excitable and honest -- he's open, and when his openness is received well, he swoons. Stormreign is a romantic at heart and he always dreams of the next step, of finding the perfect cat to spend his life with. He knows most of the cats he falls for won't return his feelings or will inevitable crush his heart, but he doesn't mind; isn't a minute of love worth the heartbreak? He refuses to stop giving his heart away. It's his own fault, really, that he is so easily enchanted. He has no respect for personal space, sometimes seems to lack understanding of it entirely, and isn't afraid to admit his innermost feelings to a stranger. He has little restraint and any cat that listens delights him almost as much as he is overjoyed to hear their stories. He is his own demise, but he doesn't mind; he's the storm and chaos and he lets it all go. Nothing ever lasts forever, not even love. If he is deeply entangled in his heartstrings today, tomorrow he will set his sights on someone else. Nothing in his life has been permanent, not even his leadership. He pushes himself to try new things and he loves to explore boundaries, because not even consequences will last him. After he escaped the Regime's prison he was forced to recover with barn cats for a few moons, his body bruised from his getaway that torrential night, but once he found his freedom he set out for the clans. Flamingstar was only his friend, and he knew she wouldn't turn him away if he wanted to be at her side. The window for romance between them has long since closed, but he doesn't mind having her as an ally while he gathers his bearings and wonders where the storm will take him next.
SEAWATCH
NIGHTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE GAY
[attr="class","plsc"]Everything in his life is the product of his own hard work and ingenuity - a lesson he will never forget. Seawatch came from nothing, a rogue, and fought hard to become an apprentice, and a skilled one at that. He has little innate physical ability and had to work twice as hard as the others to keep up. Now he’s a warrior and prone to taking risks to prove his worth. He will go out in a blizzard or dive to the bottom of the river to help another cat, start conflict over prey that barely crossed the border, and if anyone tries to stop him, he will tear them down to nothing. Seawatch lacks empathy for others; he can pity them for their plights but honestly they rarely compare to his own. He can’t relate, even when they’re in a similar place to him, so sometimes he’s overly harsh and cold and doesn’t regret it. Difficult to become close to, not one to rant to, but will return your investment tenfold. Awkward around Fishcrow's kits but they see him as the cool uncle.
The man, the myth, the legend. They called him a mop, a dirty dish rag, an old rug, washed out velcro; they claimed his eyes were lovely, 90 year old smokers-eye yellow eyes. They joked about using him to sweep the dens. Enough! Is it so surprising his yellow eyes are so dark and wrathful? His fur stands on end out of rage, not because it's impossible to groom! Beneath that indistinguishable mass of gray hair is the glaring face of an unleashed demon. So what if he gets thorns tangled in his matted, disgusting pelt? Thorns are weapons to destroy his enemies when he leans against them! They are percise instruments like his claws, dangerous like his yellowed broken fangs that probably cause a terrible life-threatening infection with a single bite, assuming they don't break off entirely when he bites down. He is Festeringfruit, and he is death incarnate. He is coming for you. He will not let you mock him any longer. It is time.
DRAGONFLY
SUNCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE PANSEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]Dragonkit is a little loser. A complete weirdo, he can't even say normal phrases correctly. Nobody bothers to correct him anymore. And when it comes to eating? Better not be any fur or no can do! He'd rather starve. Maybe he'll get used to starving though for the good of the clan. After all, a wher-ior must do what is best for his clanmates. But then things changed when his mother died, and what was the point of this story again? Dragonkit is impatient, and recklessly impulsive. He dives into situations head first, only thinking about his actions when things have already started to go wrong and its far to late to change course. [break]Mentor: Sorbetpeony
CARNAGEPANIC
SUNCLAN WARRIOR MALE, VALLEYROSE PANSEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]An orange-and-black chimera pelt with one green eye and one split blue, violet, and black, and copper - when he came to SunClan, they told him he'd already joined the clan thrice. This ghost-demon hybrid has three identical brothers, Planeshift, Lorienmanetta, and Fawnpaw, all born to the ghost Vulcan and Lorelei Manina. When they were younger they were inseparable, all causing mischief together, though Carnage Panic was a little slower and sometimes ruined the fun. When they were nearly apprentice age they were split up and he was sent to SpringClan for a few moons, where he learned the meaning of kindness and was promptly reminded of just how different his clan was when he found out they changed camps without ever telling him. With his siblings, he traveled to rescue his brother Romulus Fauna and ended up finding a new life. He just hopes this one ends better. [break]Mentored: Vividpaw [break]Mentor: Hornetsting
SLIPPERYSLOPE
SUNCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE AROMANTIC/ACE
[attr="class","plsc"]A cat has rarely been so ruthlessly cruel. The impulsive tomcat is built like stone: impossibly massive with dense corded muscle, shoulders broad as some tree trunks, thickly stacked and heavy as a boulder, his strength is unmatched by the average cat and he brags about taking down trained fighters in a single blow that split them throat to navel. He may be slow, but his hulking frame absorbs minor damage and any cat that gets close enough to hurt him comes at great risk of personal farm. Once he gets his immensely strong jaws around them, there is no escape. A myriad of scars lace the skin beneath his thick ash-dark pelt, but they're barely visible under the swirling soot and oil fur. A powerful threat to face in any battle, his inner darkness matches his coat, and his past is as cruel as any rogue. He was born in WinterClan, where he murdered his little sister, burned his brother's face, and murdered his father. He was exiled from the clan when they couldn't find proof of his crimes, and he wandered alone with bands of rogues, preying on the land for year after year. Finally, when his brother caught his attention, he returned to the clans and chose to settle in SunClan. Mountain is not an intelligent cat, but he is brutal, and whatever plans he has for his family and his clan, he will not be deterred.
SNOWSHOD
MOONCLAN SILENT BROTHER MALE, HET WIDOW CANNOT TAKE A MATE
[attr="class","plsc"]Once, Snowshod was afraid of the dark. The light of his goddess Selene was the only comfort to him, and he would only venture out of the camp when she was full and bright. Time and time again, the darkness made him ill. When he tried to sneak out of camp as a young kit, a tunnel collapsed over his head and he nearly died; later, he was kidnapped and held in a cave until he managed to escape. When he was an apprentice on the night of no moon, he was attacked by a rogue raiser who stole away with his left eye; moons later, he was kidnapped again. Only this time, he was stolen during the day, and this time, his future mate Spookbat was at his side. With her support, he learned how to look after himself and found confidence in his own abilities. Snowshod still loves the light of the moon, but he doesn't fear the darkness anymore. Spookbat and Snowshow had a picture perfect life with four happy kittens - Bishop Carvedsnow, Frozenlaughter, Beetleboo, and Hauntedmoon - and though she has since passed on, he is eternally grateful to his mate for being the best part of his life. Snowshod's parents are Farmpelt and Cowflop, but after his mother's early death on the moonless night she gave birth, he was raised by his aunt Hollyfrost and briefly by her lover Shivershroud as he recovered in the medicine cat's den. As a result, he has great respect for the quieter pursuits of clan life, far removed from battles and hunting. In his old age he has retired to become a Silent Brother, trading his voice for his love of history. His family no longer needs him to guide their paws, and he hopes to serve his clan in this new way. Snowshod is an undersized white tom with black patches and one blue right eye.
CARVEDSNOW
MOONCLAN SHADOWHUNTER FEMALE, DEMI FORMER BISHOP
[attr="class","plsc"]An unduly cautious huntress with a keen eye for the unknown, her distinguishing quirks are easy to overlook— she isn't particularly gorgeous, rough-edged, and slightly lopsided, with a focus crease in the side of her jaw from biting her lip— and her quiet nature doesn't attract attention. She tends to keep to herself as well, not because she dislikes company, but because she doesn't always understand how to take the extra step in bonding with others. She can be cordial and friendly on patrols, but she doesn't know how to translate that to spending time with cats outside of work, just for enjoyment. She's very good at her job when it comes to communicating with the other clans, she's just incredibly lonely sometimes without a friend to return to after a long day. Carvedsnow missed out on bonding with the other cats her age when she was a kit and never fully recovered her social standing. When she was a moon old, she was found in a coma after suffering an unexplained stroke and was only roused six moons later. There's a bit of strangeness to her gait, to her lopsided figure, but her mind works as well as they can imagine it ever did— she was lost too young to have grown into her body and its hard to differentiate between her personality quirks and any remaining effects of her mysterious coma. She is eternally grateful to her family for looking after her during those moons, despite the stress it must have caused them; her parents, Snowshod and Spookbat, certainly had enough to worry about without her condition. Sometimes she still fears she'll return to that unresponsive state, stares into the dark and wonders if sudden death is lurking around the corner, and she is always on her toes as a result, hyper-aware of any strange feelings inside her, undue sleepiness, or sounds in nature around her. She has a great curiosity for mysteries as well, not only her own but all unexplained and abstract phenomena in the clans. It isn't unusual to see her black-and-white pelt creeping around the edges of fallen monsters or edging too close to the darkness of the tunnels, musing muzzle buried deep beneath the earth. She wants to know everything, to test the boundaries and find reasonable explanations for every mystery and resists the idea of a miracle, an accident, a coincidence. Sister to Frozenlaughter, Beetleboo, and Hauntedmoon, she's a tall white she-cat with black patches, clear blue eyes, a crooked sloped stance that droops to the left, and rough unkempt edges.
SPRINGCLAN WARRIOR FR. SHARD/FROZEN MALE, SINGLE AROMANTIC/ASEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]He's always been on his own. The fearsome predator that keeps nightmares at bay, he stalked at the leader's paw and kept him safe. He killed cats young and old, innocent and guilty, on command; when the fateful day came that Goldenstar died, he took his daughter and fled to a new world. Every since then, he's been serving her from a distance. Singedwolf can't let other cats close. His need for independence isn't born of determination, but of fear: his cruel family has never treated him well, and those old nerves are still deeply ingrained in his being. He can't entirely remember being young, not even when his face was burned off, it's all hazy and full of gaps, but he knows it was bad. He knows that he can't trust the cats around him. Irritable and self-isolating, he keeps everyone else at bay, and for a long time his life was stuck on pause. He was a servant, nothing more, without want or ideals, born to do someone else's bidding. It wasn't until his injury, when his recovery took him away from his service, that he began to question if there was another way to life. Now resting in SpringClan while Bloodystar reigns over SunClan, Singedwolf has begun to harbor doubts about whether he'll ever return. A thick-furred gray-and-black tom-cat with a severed back leg and burn scars over his face.
FROZENPRAWN
SPRINGCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SILVERPAW BISEXUAL NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"] Despite his insistence that he's a laid-back individual, Frozenprawn is constantly agitated. Little things set him off -- someone else being late for a patrol, a bad piece of prey, a thorn in his nest -- and he'll complain about it for hours. Some cats suggest it's just because of his recent divorce from his ex-mate, Havenspark, but even if that explains why he's so rough around the edges and angry all the time, he still isn't always pleasant to be around. He tends to leave sentences trailing, a cruel suggestion, but often refrains from directly criticizing other cats. Havenspark, of course, is the exception: he open mocks her and shows her up with extravagant gestures. When he's not being obstinate or touchy, Frozenprawn isn't bad company; he likes jokes and once upon a time he was a good mentor to apprentices, if irresponsible with their lives. He just needs time to even out again. A solid, dark gray tom with yellow eyes.
HAVENSPARK
SPRINGCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, SINGLE BISEXUAL NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"] A lithe and elegant silver bengal with blue eyes, it's a shame her personality is not as pretty as her coat. Havenspark can be spiteful, especially toward her ex-mate, and easily annoyed, but she thinks her tense nature is justified. She used to be friendly, she claims, but Frozenprawn brings out the worst in her. His insistence on dragging her own, insulting her and cheating on her, has her furious and determined to prove she's capable of doing just fine on her own without him. She tries to replicate his easy joking manner, but she tries far too hard, and her jokes tend to land flat. She can be good company when she's given the opportunity to be vulnerable, and is surprisingly sensitive, but not good with kittens.
CONDORSTRIKE
SUMMERCLAN SENIOR WARRIOR MALE, THUNDERSTORM THREE LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]After the divorce, he realized how much of his life he had invested in a relationship that wasn't working. He spent years with a mate that never loved him and cheated on him constantly, who went on fiery rampages and executed her enemies and took over clans, but by then he was already committed. He had fallen in love with Foxstar, had given up everything he treasured to be with her, and he refused to believe it had all been for nothing. But eventually he had to face the truth. Condorstrike was drawn to power just like his father, but he was far out of his realm, and desire had left him naïve. He had given up on the small joys in his life in pursuit of his stolen daughter, despite the indifference of his mate; he isolated himself from his own flesh and blood to form a new family he never felt comfortable around; he found himself lost in an empty new clan worshipping strange gods he loathed and feared. When Foxstar left him, he had nothing left from years of his life but regrets. He went to visit his estranged daughter, but she turned him away. With nowhere left to go, he had to start a new life, and he found himself seeking a new start in SummerClan. It won't be easy to start over and make something of himself, but he has to try, because he can't stand to finish his life alone and unaccomplished. For once in his life he wants to be a self-made cat, to have his own life and joys and accomplishments; he doesn't know if he will ever find love again, so he must make himself into a cat he can accept and love. Maybe with time his family will forgive him and let him back into their lives. In his new life, he discovered how very little he truly knows, and he wants to learn more, to be better educated, but he has no idea where to start. He knows how to hunt and fight and fish like a WaterClan cat, but he yearns for something new. Condorstrike has always feared not being good enough, and Foxstar used that fear against him; he can't let that happen again. After his experience with her, he became much more cautious around other cats and struggles to let them get close. He is an honest and open cat, but there are many truths he is uncomfortable sharing, despite knowing the value in getting them out there. He can be overly cautious and reads into body language more than words, hoping to chase out any deceit that way, but tries to keep in mind the inherent goodness of most cats around him. Genuine compliments, even just small things, touch him and make him genuinely happy to the point it can be almost overwhelming. Condorstrike is a good cat, even if he may not realize it; he works hard to be better than he is and he can only hope it works. He has been lonely for so long, all he wants is a peaceful, mundane life of helping his clan and finding a friend or two along the way. A brown agouti tabby with muddy brown eyes and a touch of white on his muzzle, as he aged he lost some of the youthful roundness that made him comely.
RAGINGSPIRE
SUMMERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, INTERESTED IN DAWNMEMORIES DEMISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]He is an intense believer in the physical realm — the grass beneath his paws, the sun hanging above his head, the soft cry of a kit being born. He pays little mind to religious matters, a stern and devout atheist, and while he is not dumb or inarticulate, the subtle intricacies of the world are lost on him. He is known for his steaming hot head and war hawk personality, ready to leap to his paws and defend himself at every minor transgression, challenging authority when he disagrees with their opinion. It has landed him into trouble more than once, but his unvanquished rage defines him. Too much time spend thinking is frustrating to such a hands-on tom, who would rather face his enemy in a fight than negotiate with them; he backs up his statements with power. Ragingspire is not an overly violent or angry cat. He stands up for himself, though, and won't let anyone push him or his clan around. Fiercely loyal and dedicated, none can question his devotion to his clan, or his heart. Passion is not always a bad thing, and has served him well on more than one occasion. His fire stems from his emotional side, and in the end he is a family man, though valuing kin above clan is a difficult struggle for him. The only reason he exhibits such explosive fury or opinions is because he cares deeply for the cats around him, and he does not play Devil's Advocate — his opinion, when expressed, is fully his own. Despite being born to a clan leader a part of him has always felt an outsider, laying on uncertain ground as his clanmates question his swelling bitterness, and he is determined to prove he deserves this place in the clan. Ragingspire has earned respect for himself, and none will try and rob him of his pride; if they do, they'll be sorry. A hard and fierce body is contained beneath a dark golden-brown tabby coat, deeper than his father Currentstrike's.
SOOTSTEP
SUMMERCLAN WARRIOR FR. SOOTWHISKER MALE, REALLY MAD AT DAWNMEMORIES
[attr="class","plsc"]His war cries rang through the camp when he was a kit: "krah!" "mrrow!" "hassss!" He fought warrior, kit, and apprentice alike, ambushing everyone who ran past, running beneath their paws. Some hopeful warriors thought he was just working really hard and really wanted to grow up, but he enjoyed being young, and he liked playing games. He was confident, strong, and above all, healthy. He has rounded cobalt eyes with a slight haze in his left eye, just barely impairing his vision, though he did not realize this until he became an apprentice. Before then, it was assumed his clumsiness was a result of his youth. In truth this dark gray tom looks strikingly similar to a beloved elder of the clan, Sootwhisker, who was with them for many moons before he passed. But Sootwhisker bore no kits during his lifetime, so they could not be related; and yet... what else explains the similarities between this loner and the old sun guard? The truth is when Sootwhisker died he was not put to rest as he wished; he did not get to even look upon the love of his life. Instead he found his memory gone and his body restored as he was reincarnated. He did not know this was the plan to get him to be with his mate again; instead his few moments of death were filled with confusion and loss and fear. Sootstep is not interested in love in the least. He just wants to play and fight and be a good warrior. Because Sootwhisker did not know the plan, he swore he would not take a new mate in a new life, because of his love and loyalty to Reddawn. Without realizing it, he may have ruined their last chance of being together.
TANGLE
FALLCLAN LONER FEMALE, LIONBLOOD STRAIGHT
[attr="class","plsc"]bio here
JAYJACK
FALLCLAN AURULENT MALE, SINGLE HETEROROMO/ACE ADOPTED TRAINEES
[attr="class","plsc"]Raised Beebuzz, Mastershrine [living], Kingthorn, and Marchdance Raising Luckycrow, Snakecuddle, Littlespider, and Sorrelbloom with Chaicrisp
Fierce, honest, inspiring - he could be the envy of many warriors. He knows his own limitations and more importantly his strengths, and he is forward with his mistakes. When Jayjack makes an error, he owns up to it: he doesn't make excuses, he doesn't assign blame, he apologizes and moves on. Some cats accuse him of being arrogant, but arrogance is unearned, and every inch of his confident demeanor is supported by fact. Like all of the best warriors, he is often confronted with cruel speech about his nature: cats that claim he is too rude, too harsh, too condescending. Jayjack is a teacher, he spreads his knowledge when due, and just as he owns his mistakes he asks everyone else to do so. Excuses fire him up and anger him, lies and deceit even more so. He is a forward cat and he demands others expose their true selves as well, not hide behind a mask. His bluntness may be interpreted as rude by the offended, but it isn't his job to guard their soft hearts, he does what he must. In his heart Jayjack wants the best for his clan, and he will do what it takes to defend them. If that means exposing corruption, arguing with the feeble, defending the meek, or scolding apprentices, so be it.
CROWNGLASS
FALLCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SEABLOSSOM HETEROSEXUAL TWO LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. He found a new mate in his new home, and when their clan was destroyed, he found her again so they could finish their lives together. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes.
SHADOWFLUFF
FALLCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, SINGLE LESBIAN NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]An incredibly fluffy black she-cat with light green eyes. “Never start a fight you can’t finish.” It was a phrase that Shadowfluff lived by, and one that she had heard often while growing up. In her case, these fights are rarely ever physical. While Shadowfluff isn’t necessarily lacking in muscles or ability, she prefers not to get her paws dirty, and exercises her wit over her physical prowess. She had learned the hard way that not everyone is out to help, and she slowly started to see others for what they could get done for her rather than as equals. Perhaps that’s why truly honest cats throw her off, as she is always expecting some sort of trick. Anyone who truly wants to help or care for others is the type of cat that Shadowfluff doesn’t know how to deal with, causing her to lose her manipulative edge and return to the cat that she used to be long ago: someone just eager to make a friend.
ELMKIT / KNIGHT
FALLCLAN KITTEN MALE, SINGLE GAY
[attr="class","plsc"] Proud and in full possession of the easy confidence that comes from begin young and skilled, Elmknight knew his path the moment his paws were set to stone outside of the nursery. He watched the adults do their work - nudging apprentices into line, performing ceremonies, setting the rules for the cats younger than themselves - and felt drawn to become one of them. Once he started his training, he found he was naturally graceful and picked up on most skills quickly, performing better under the approving gaze of his mentor than when alone. Being a warrior, it was easy, and watching other cats struggle just solidified that he was superior to them in some way. He found himself attaching to older cats, mimicking their scolding words, and accosted his fellow apprentices when they stepped out of line. He can tell he is worth so much more than the average screw-up and he isn't afraid to let that show. Elmknight is extremely vocal with his feelings and every other thought that crosses his mind. He's a loud speaker, and that makes everything he says more impressive, so he prides himself on his ability to shut down arguments by talking the subject to death. Elmknight is a lanky black and white tom with yellow eyes. His siblings are Pineshimmer, Palmdance, and Maplebreeze.
PEACHKIT / SUGAR
FALLCLAN KITTEN FEMALE, SINGLE BISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"] Peachsugar has everything she could ever need: she has a wonderful clan that loves her, a resourceful mind with a penchant for peacekeeping, a creativity streak to keep her on her toes, and a sweet nature. She should be more than enough on her own, and she tells herself that every day, but she can't help her dreams; she wants someone to sweep her off her feet and carry her away, she wants to fit in and be loved unconditionally, or even liked at all. Other cats seem to ignore her, or are off-put by her strange and awkward manner. Peachsugar, she's a sweet cat, but she doesn't know how to navigate social situations and is often left floundering. A harsh word or any criticism will reduce her to tears and crush her spirit for hours. Any cat that shows her kindness is the immediate subject of her next crush, but oh, unrequited love hurts when the truth comes out. She daydreams a perfect life for herself and a cat she has never known and never will. Level-headed, when put to work Peachsugar is an effective worker and enjoys unconventional solutions to problems, but she is tooo easily lost in her own daydreams to work on her own. It's a shame that other cats rarely spend time with her.
FERALKIT / FRENZY
FALLCLAN KITTEN GENDERFLUID, SINGLE UNDECIDED
[attr="class","plsc"] From the moment they were first brought into the clan, Feralfrenzy was an unwanted thorn in the side of their clan. She fought harder than anyone to prove herself, but she never really felt loved as much as the others; it didn't help that the nursery aids constantly tossed her care from one to the next, none of them able to willing to take her on for long. Maybe it was because she was a troublemaker, maybe the timing just wasn't right, but every rejection just angered Feralfrenzy further. She felt isolated and unloved. They started to act out - pranking other cats, making jokes, bullying, anything and everything that would bring attention back to them even if it was in the form of a scolding. They grew up bitter and fiery, determined to prove themselves, and most of all they grew up alone. He couldn't trust other kittens to help him, they always had an ulterior motive or wanted to stab him in the back. He had to be the best and the fiercest and keep everyone else at bay. Feralfrezy wants a friend they can rely on, but such a dream is impossible to grant. A bengal with one green eye and one blue, Feralfrenzy is genderfluid and use different pronouns, but typically uses they/them the most.
CARBONARA
FALLCLAN KITTEN FEMALE, SINGLE PANSEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"] A drop-dead gorgeous tan-and-cream she-cat with long, soft fur and pale green eyes, it's no secret to Carbonara that she's a prize, and she truly believes she's one of the most beautiful cats in the clan. There's little competition, honestly, but even when faced with the other clans she finds herself to be more attractive than most warriors by a long shot. Pretty people run the world, and Carbonara is no different; she does whatever she wants and is absolutely untouchable, laughing in the face of death and flirting with danger. She's drawn to the most irresistible types -- criminal cats, emotionally repressed and distant, draw her in like no other. She loves to see others get flustered when she flirts, loves it more when they engage and give as good as they get, and she's the champion of the game. She has a strong belief that all broken cats can be fixed, that even the most hopeless souls are just looking for someone to prop them up, and Nara is always looking for a pet project. She wants to befriend the biggest villains in the clans and bring them around to her service, to show that they can be redeemed. Cara lacks a fear of danger rather completely, certain that she cannot die, and will stand straight in the face of any enemy and laugh. Amongst her siblings, Carbonara is known as Cara or Nara, and they're the only cats that can get away with a nickname. She refuses to take a warrior name. Her siblings are Spaghetti, Alfredo (Alfie), Mac 'n Cheese (Big Mac, Mac Attack, Cheese, or Mac), Lasagna (Lasa or Lasi), and Ravioli (Ravi).
OPEN KIT
FALLCLAN
[attr="class","plsc"] BIO
DEATHREIGN
WINTERCLAN KNIGHT MALE, FIANCE LEFT HOMOROMANTIC ACE
[attr="class","plsc"]Wintrystar’s little prince, he knows how to play the part; gracious smiles, cool distance, polite laughter, they’re all weapons in his arsenal. There’s an art to creating a mystery, to charming his clan with his bad boy appearance without giving away the game, and he’s skilled in the role. Deathreign isn’t a perfect actor, however, and the closer you get to him, the more facade falls. He can’t keep a secret and talks under pressure, and once he starts, he can’t stop. Beneath that serious expression Deathreign is... a bit awkward, and his family will never let him forget it. He shredded moss balls as a kit, purely on accident, but he’s had a reputation ever since then and his siblings see him as an outcast, a joke. It doesn’t help that he isn’t nearly as cool as he pretends. Sure, he’ll jump off a high cliff without a second thought to prove he’s fearless, but he’d rather be improving his list of the different types of snow. He’d rather be working on his collection of crystal fragments, or playing a little game, or studying the religions of the other clans. Deathreign keeps his introverted pursuits to himself, but he can get so lost in them it interferes in his relationships, especially when he misses date night. How is he supposed to focus on other cats when there’s a snake or scorpion to try and trap? He doesn’t mind lying here and there to cover up what he’s actually been doing, and sometimes it makes him look more like a bad boy, but honestly it just makes cats trust him even less than they already do. Deathreign doesn’t care. Everyone else can suck it up and deal with it. When it comes to his love life, well, Deathreign keeps things complicated: he was engaged to Subtletouch when they were apprentices, but gay and closeted, he wasn’t about to fall for her. Instead, he pushed her away, embracing the bad boy persona as an excuse to go on a single date with her sister Limelight. Suffice to say the date went poorly, but he successfully created a new obstacle in his marriage, and that’s fine by him. Deathreign takes after his father Howlingnight with smoky grey trails through his long ebony coat and piercing yellow eyes. His siblings are Gardeniagore, Pomegranatedecay, Reapingnight, and Skeletalrose.
EMBERBRAND
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, HET DAPPLEDGLACIER ONE LITTER
[attr="class","plsc"]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.
ROBINRING
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, ROSESHADE
[attr="class","plsc"]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.
LIMELIGHT
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, SINGLE BISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]The party doesn't start til she walks in. Limelight is always the last one on 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 creation: 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).
THUNDERPAW /DOZE
WINTERCLAN APPRENTICE MALE, FAWNPAW DEMISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]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.
GARSPARKLING
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, BRINDLEMIST STRAIGHT
[attr="class","plsc"]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.
[attr="class","plsc"]From the moment he was born, he was marked for death. Reznor was given a white ribbon and told that his life would only last twenty moons. He would die when he became an adult, while his siblings would be able to live. How was that fair? Reznor knows he only has 20 moons to get rid of his white ribbon, and he isn't going to wait around for death. He's a social chameleon, able to play the part from the naïve young kittypet to the intimidating rogue, disguising his roots and doing whatever it takes to blend in. He wants to have flings and have as many kits as possible that he can then donate to Innocentia in his place. As long as it isn't him, he doesn't care! Reznor might carry himself with an intimidating attitude and threatening glint in his eyes, but he is easily startled. Someone calling out his name unexpectedly, feeling tapped on the shoulder, he’s always ready to meet his end. He can feel it looming on the horizon, and he isn't prepared to face it. Reznor is a blue-grey tom with bright blue eyes, born to Mistyrose and Sparrowflight.
THORNE-KUN
PRIMAL INSTINCT APP MALE, SINGLE GAY
[attr="class","plsc"]Black and white tom with green eyes and a broken fang. Although deaf in one ear he is pretty great about checking his surroundings. Only reason he was caught was because he was watching over the three younglings he had found prior to being caught. He helped to keep a look out for any two legs that may have tried to come in during the escape. Was actually very useful at feeling the surroundings around him therefor saw something that he could be good at. Gave him an offer to join The League along with the younglings he found.
SPARROW
KITTYPET MALE, MISTY ROSE MANY LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]He lost his sanity long ago, and with it went his good heart. He is not cruel or cold, and many cats can’t tell he’s different at all, other than his strange personality, but all of the potential of his youth was gone in an instant and it left him an entirely different cat. Sparrowflight is no longer optimistic or playful, isn’t determined to serve his clan or even particularly loyal; he’s got a grim sense of humor, is extremely laid back, and almost callous to the suffering of others. He doesn’t intend to hurt anyone else and is a poor, though scrappy, fighter; he doesn’t do harm to cats, he merely doesn’t care much about preventing it either. He used to be of SpringClan, son of the leader and apprentice of the deputy, until his audacity led him to Toxicity and Chief Ozora took it all from him. He was half-dead when WinterClan found him, held him prisoner until he forgot himself and his mind broke. Lovers cane and went until a guard fell into prison beside him and became his mate, then a healer, and he was dragged out of prison and given a home until they fled to SunClan under the names of Hottie and Handsome. Sparrowflight tends to go with the flow of what Mistyrose wants and he's learned not to question her. It's better that way for the both of them.
EBONY (GOLD)
RENEGADE REGIME MALE, MOUNTAINSOUND THREE LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]Currently living in a shack on the SunClan/DayClan border.
WY SWIFTRIVER
RENEGADE REGIME SCOUT MALE, SINGLE DEMISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]It took Wy a long time to find his place in life. He knew from the start he wanted to be an inventor: he always had a keen eye like his older sister Thunderstorm, and a sharp mind to go with it. His mind wasn't centered around memorization, but exploration: he comes up with creative solutions to problems and can rotate and bend his mental images to perform complex calculations he isn't distinctly aware of. When he looks at a rock, he tilts his head back and forth to gauge the height and analyze the composition before he jumps: is it a loose, sandy cliff that will crumble away beneath his paws, or is it solid stone that will hold his weight but offend his claws when they strike against it? He isn't consciously aware of the choices he's making, not after following his instincts for so long, and he's learned to follow his compulsions wherever they may lead. Occasionally, that's straight into trouble. When his brother was chosen as the inept, uncaring deputy, he wanted to support Chim, but he felt his family was just enabling his poor behavior. When the leader's mate came along, asking for support and gently suggesting they replace their deputy, Wyverndelirium thought he was making the right choice in joining with it. It led to a brief stint of deputyship for Wy… that ended in tragedy when he realized too late that he couldn't circumvent his new leader's evil, and was just falling down with him. After that mistake, he was lost, and he never really found himself again until he visited the Regime and found an old rogue friend, Undertow, had adapted to a new life there. After a near-death experience he made the brave choice to leave home once again and try again to find himself. Wy is an inventor that doesn't believe in the permanence of the world around him: it's made to be sculpted by his paws into something new and unique, just as they all leave their marks on the world, subtle as they may be. Even his mistakes eventually pay off, for him or for his family. When he was younger, watching his family fall in love, he often wondered if it would ever happen to him; he was intrigued by the idea, though he didn't feel necessarily compelled to follow it through. Wy didn't have time for romance, and other than a brief fling across borders with a friend, he hasn't found anyone to settle with. He isn't as handsome as his family - not sharp and watchful and dangerous like Chim, not sleek and rougish like Landon, not lithe and graceful like Swangrace - and once he thought that might be the reason for his failing love life, but he wonders if that isn't too conceited on his part. Surely some cats are capable of looking past his imperfections? Rounded and scruffy with golden-brown fur and pale green eyes, Wy is of average height with a medium-length coat that was once sleek from his fish diet. Now it's free and fuzzy, obscuring some of the unseemly scars under his fur. The deep bite marks on his throat aren't as easily hidden, the fur is bleached and stiff and the short hairs bend away form the marks like they're toxic, but he survived the wound and he isn't ashamed of it. Nor is he ashamed of the faint hazy covering over his left eye; his eye had always been faded and unfocused, and if affects his eyesight, he's never known any differently to realize it. There's a quiet, simple charm to his unassuming appearance, and perhaps if he put his mind to it, he could find someone else to love. He's still calculating if a mate is worth the investment.
LITTLEPAW
SWIFT - SUN APPRENTICE FEMALE, SINGLE LESBIAN
[attr="class","plsc"]Littlememories' coat is like snow clouds, white, silver and black, floating across the pale gray sky, longing to touch the land. Lingering overhead both stunningly beautiful and dangerous, not to be underestimated. She was born the smallest of her litter and never did grow to become much larger. Though she was raised by Firetooth, her parents are Bloodycrow and Jetfire. She grew up knowing everything her mother sacrificed would be for nothing if she followed in her steps. She fought to give her children a better life, and Littlememories is determined to live every day proving she was worth it. She may never be a leader like her grandmother, but she has something her family never has: she's free, and no one will ever own her. SwiftClan suits her needs, the clan drifts from land to land without a care, and she can spend her time as she wishes. She wants freedom, but she has ambition in her heart as well --- so during her apprenticeship she left to become a SunClan initiate, to fight for another clan and learn from her grandmother. She was named for Littlestar, and if she has to swallow her pride for a little bit to learn from her, she'll do it. A few moons of service is worth the freedom that will come after. Littlememories wants power, she wants freedom, and she's certain she can have it all.
ISADOR STARKFIELD
RENENGADE REGIME RAISER CADET MALE, SINGLE GAY
[attr="class","plsc"]Unassuming at first glance, the only part of his midnight-and-white coat that sticks out is his brilliant blue gaze, haint at the edges creeping in toward cerulean. His fur is long, not quite long enough to hide his sensational fleshy shape, though he carries the extra weight with a distinguished pride. You won't catch Isador taking extra prey - he sneaks it in the middle of the night, ashamed of his natural hunger and instincts. Many cats take one look at him and see he's only the assistant to the crimes of his more outspoken siblings, but Isador is more than capable of executing his own schedules, he just needs more time to do it. He's a quiet strategist and he takes note of other cats' strengths to take advantage of. Need an escape from the tunnel you're blocked within? Isador probably found the secret exit a few moons ago and wandered the full length of the auxiliary tunnels. Wondering who should accompany you on your hunting trip? Isador raised half of the clan - he knows which cats are best at stepping softly upon the snow. He's a planner first and foremost, and he prefers to supply details to everyone else's schemes instead of coming up with his own. His family can be the creative types, he'll just make them practical. Indeed, his planning makes him an excellent strategist and leader, though he would deny it endlessly. Polite and clipped, there's a strange distance to Isador, like there's always something else on his mind, something on the tip of his tongue he's tempted to say before he changes his mind. He doesn't like to share his feelings or take any of the attention onto himself. He denies vehemently his own important or usefulness if it means avoiding a crowd. Too much pressure, too many sets of eyes on him, and he cracks. As much as he hates being in the forefront, he isn't a bad leader at all: his caring, observant nature makes him a compelling and charismatic leader, if only he knew how to voice his thoughts sooner instead of mulling over his exact phrasing and searching for the right vocal beats to influence his listener. He isn't intentionally manipulative, just using the tricks he's picked up from others, but sometimes the line blurs. That's why he needs his family to keep him straight and protect him from cats that might put his abilities toward harming his group instead of teaching them all how to be safe. His grandmother is Ananassa Starkfield, related to the founders of Avalon Everlasting (Abana and Tarak) through Ctyo Starkfield. His littermates are Nerissa, Leland, and Vaska.
CHIM
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR FORMER LEADER MALE, PYGMYPRAWN ONE LITTER OF KITS
[attr="class","plsc"]Chim has always been thin, the flesh boiled off his bones until his skin hangs loose and limp, and the traveling life has not served him any better. Food is scarce and difficult to find when you're constantly living in the fridges on unexplored clan territory, but he wouldn't have it any other way.He used to believe it was a mistake that such a colossal failure, a shameful screw-up, could end up the leader of a clan. His whole life had been one mistake after another compiled into one large disaster… and yet he had lived on, clinging to the hope of a better life. He could never repay Violetstar for pulling him from the depths of his despair and giving him purpose, claiming he was special and leading him on to greatness. It was a sweet thought, that he might have a destiny, but one he never believed; one he still doubts to this day, despite evidence to the contrary. He's been told his life has a purpose -- that he lost his eye only once he proved himself capable, so he could see the way forward; that the ripple cough was an omen, that it wasn't an accident he was the only cat to catch it and survive only to die when it returned; that the flood that destroyed his clan was not his fault but another warning for the larger disaster headed his way, paired with the cough for emphasis. Looking back he can draw the connections, see a celestial paw shaping the events that made him…. but how can he fully invest in the idea he caused all that suffering? If he had read the signs, would he have known? Who can truly say they were meant for him? The prophet told him he would rule again after his exile, and so he does, and that is enough for Chim. He doesn't need a divine life, just a happy clan, and he is grateful and relieved to see his family safe and settled at the end of each night. Perhaps it was paranoia that drove his new habits within the clan, to focus on movement and change and communication, to help the frail and the weak and the injured find a new purpose, but he can't say he gives a rat's tail.Proud and ornery as ever, he has a lean hunger-pang frame and his bones, fighting for freedom against his skin, are nearly as sharp as his tongue. Time has not tempered his wit or his sarcasm; his heart may be gentle but that doesn’t mean he acts like it. Cats called him handsome before, though he can’t imagine anyone thought the gaping crater on the right side of his face was attractive to look upon. He used to claim it was his good side, that the ugly mass of scars masked the bitter grief. He still does not believe himself to be handsome, but at least he smiles on occasion, and the bitterness has softened to fondness. Cats see him and they think he’s serious and harsh and immovable— and they aren’t wrong, but he has a warmth inside too that he’s learning to let out. His family saw it, his friends, even his apprentices, but now he trusts his clan to feel his joy.Chim named SwiftClan, he build it from the ground up, and he knows every cat within its ranks intimately. He trusts because he knows everyone close to him. Once, he feared no cat would dare follow him, not after he failed and destroyed his old clan, and yet he isn’t alone. Chim will never understand how he can be so unlucky and yet the luckiest cat in the world at the same time, but he is extremely grateful for every cat at his side. Too gruff to say it out loud, but appreciative all the same. He has never been a fan of cats that command power, and wandering nomads are even more difficult to keep track of and command. Chim is perfectly fine with that, less centralized power suits him anyway, and he trusts his cats to take care of themselves without his governance. Instead, he walks among his cats and greets them and welcomes them, celebrates their lives and consoles their hardships, encourages their growth in his one no-nonsense way. He has never believed he’s charismatic and has always struggled to interact with everyone else, but somehow, they find the patience for him. SwiftClan is not just his friends, they’re his family now, and he will protect them at all costs. They’re all he has left.
SHATTEREDSHINE
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, SINGLE INTERESTED IN INTREPIDSOUL
[attr="class","plsc"]They told her if you make a face, it might stay that way, and she’s proof of their tale. Shatteredshine’s eyes and muzzle are decorated with laughter lines where her lips pulled back and her eyes crinkled in a laugh, where her brow arched with a challenge gleaming in her sea green eyes. The fur framing her face tilts downward under the weight of invisible water that once clung to it and her whiskers are wild, bristling points sticking out in every direction. Her dark brown tabby fur often goes uncared for day after day, but quick dips of her tall frame into the river keep her looking presentable. In many ways, Shatteredshine looks like the father she never met, carrying on his broad shoulders, height, pattern, and messy outline. She has his levity too, though she earned that on her own. Shatteredshine grew up in troubled times, born while a devastating cough ravaged her home clan, then apprenticed while the clan struggled to transition between three leaders. The clan’s struggles gave her heart and determination, and she was inspired by the hope and hard work of the cats around her. Shatteredshine is optimistic about her clan and has great faith both in her neighbors and in the stars above, and this optimism allows her to remain smiling and confident in the face of politics and danger, and to share a laugh without worry or stress. She is not naïve and she understands there are large threats facing them, but she believes they can make it through if they all stick together--- because she has seen strength in her clan when they are a united family, and she fears alone they would not be so successful. She knows she is strongest when she is with her siblings, Sliprabbit, Scorchsoot, and Skiprose, and likes to spend time with them when she can. She was born to Swangrace and Deadstrike, leaving her heir to a long line of leaders: Graystar, Hawkstar, Ravenstar, Phoenixstar, Emberstar, Chimerastar, and perhaps one day, Shatteredstar.
BREEZESTEP
SWIFTCLAN DEPUTY FEMALE, WIDOW (CREEKGHOST) ONE LITTER
[attr="class","plsc"]Kits die. It is a tragedy of life that the young are injured, sick, mistreated, and perish — but it is an injustice that it happens so frequently in her own clan. She’s watched bullies descend on her friends, seen kits torn from their mothers far too early far too often, witnessed the brutal murder of her nieces and nephews; felt the agony of her own sons taken from her side and pressed into service before their time. No more. It was her silent vow, made in the quiet of the night as she fought back her grief for her lost sons for the sake of her remaining daughters; it is the anthem that hardens her heart. Let the kits of her clan become victims no longer. A lithe feline of grey and white patched silky fur, her slender frame has filled out since the birth of her litter, just as her green eyes have become lined from stress and exhaustion, and the black tip of her ear shorn with ivory. She was born to Radon and Cruz, two she-cats experimented on by twolegs, to a litter of four, and her brother Muddypelt became a spy then a leader, only to be overthrown with his kits taken and murdered. She recoiled at the image, horrified, especially when her own were due to be born shortly after, and prayed they would be safe from such cruelty. Her mate Creekghost was accursed, born of a medicine cat, and crossed clans to be with her, where his work drove him into obsession. She balanced in the edge, terrified of the future and desperate for the support of her distant husband, until the birth of their kits united them once more. It was not to last. Solsticestar smiled as she stole away her sons moons before they were set to be promoted, taking Pondpaw as her own apprentice and forcing the unwilling Firepaw to become a medicine cat, and Breezestep discovered there was room in heart to loathe another cat. She set out to become the protector of kits and a loud opponent to her leader, even as her son pleaded and threatened her for it. When their clan was destroyed she fled with her family to start over, but she fears how it will end. Breezestep is fierce, unapologetic, and angry. She is a sweet and kind she-cat but injustice has hardened her and she will not tolerate it anymore. Her clan is her family, she is the mother of their kits, and she will not let any more perish.
SWIFTRIVER
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, PINEAPPLEBREEZE NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]free space!
LUCKYWILLOW
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, DAPPLEDMINT DEMISEXUAL NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]A cream tabby tomcat with clover green eyes. Born to Wildrain when she was a loner, the ghost Vulcan convinced he and his siblings Jaggedpuddle, Mellownight, Scarygust, and Rarepetal to join the newly formed SwiftClan.
GHOSTCROWN
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE, DEMI EX: THE HUNTRESS ONE LITTER
[attr="class","plsc"]One litter of kits with The Huntress: Spiritlake, Luxkit/ember, Raypaw, Devotedcrow, Desertwind
He may have his father’s black and white pelt and his easy grace, but Inkspray is dead to him. Once he idolized the older tom, admired and imitated everything he did, but then he saw the truth— saw his father standing over his clanmate’s body with blood in his whiskers and a cruel look of satisfaction. Dorsalpaw never turned him in, and they each pretended the other never existed. He became a Mudlark Apprentice to escape the unintentionally hurtful comments about following in his old man’s footsteps, worked hard to prove himself, and when their order disbanded found himself mentored by his former Mudlark Commander. Against his will Creekghost became a surrogate father, one Dorsalray teased and annoyed to no end. The flood destroyed their clan and he saved his mentor’s mate, earning himself the right to travel with them, and though he’d never admit it, this is a better life than he ever hoped for. His new name, Ghostcrown, took him hours to craft: it had to be perfectly mocking and arrogant, an allusion to his mentor but also a sign of his own glory. Ray is a strapping tall lad, black with minimal white on his chest, toes, and tail-tip, and white on the bridge of his nose above a scruffy black chin. He’s arrogant, mocking, conceited, and suave— and he does it all with such a playful grin, it’s more of a joke than an insult, and it makes him that little bit more sufferable.
GRUMPYSPARROW
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE GAY
[attr="class","plsc"]A thin and long-legged silver lynx-point tom with bright blue eyes. His pelt is an eggshell white, his stripes breaking up the coloration like cracks in the casing, further accented with his trademark frown. Grumpysparrow was born with a sour attitude. In fact, he came into the world hissing and spitting, and continued to do so to every new cat he met until about half-way through his apprenticeship. At first the Clan believed it was because he was suffering some sort of painful health condition like his siblings but, no, it was just his nature; however, it did not take long for their suspicions to become reality. Shortly after becoming a Warrior, he was diagnosed with Entropion eyes. This condition causes his eyelids to curl slightly inwards, meaning that his eyes are constantly scraped by his eyelashes. It began as mildly irritating, but over time it caused eye ulcers to develop that cannot heal due to the constant stimulation of his eyelashes. His vision began to gradually fade until he was totally blind, which, for the record, brought no relief from the pain. Grumpysparrow tends to lash out at others, especially if they ask him how he is doing. He feels very alone in the world and is bitter toward the Sun God for allowing him to suffer as much as he does. His one solace are his birds, which meet him at the same spot at the same time every day, which he feeds a special mixture of seeds. The Clan knows better than to hunt his dear “pets,” starvation favorable to being on this tom’s bad side.
ROO
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE ARO/ACE
[attr="class","plsc"]With his dapper coat, warm smile, and affable nature, Roo is a rustic charmer and hard to resist. At seven years old, Roo has loved a longer life than most warriors ever will, but his easy lifestyle left him more optimistic, not jaded; he has a bright outlook on the world and is convinced that anyone can grow to be a better cat if they put in the right effort. He spent the first few years of his life as a kittypet, as evidenced by his kitten-soft paw pads and flawless close-crossed coat, unbroken by scars or blemishes. The hardest stone he ever had to walk on was the tiling around the warm fireplace he used to curl up in front of while he snoozed the day away. One day, he departed suddenly; to hear him tell it, he simply recognized the call of a bigger world that might have a use for him, and he set off to discover his purpose in the world. Roo is simple and honest, always polite, and his smile never stays defeated for long. Even when he makes a fool of himself, which is quite often, he's more than willing to laugh it off and move on. Roo likes to get along with others, he likes to see them happy, and he'll make any compromise to see it happen, even if it comes at a greater cost. Sometimes he has a hard time seeing the big picture; how can he focus on what's good for the clan as a whole when the cat in front of him is suffering? He likes to dispense bits of wisdom as well, silly little analogies and parables that most cats are certain he made up on the spot, or else are nonsense kittypet sayings. He doesn't have much real-life experience with fighting the hard battles like a warrior, and it shows, but he's more than happy to listen to everyone else's input, even if he does not often act upon it. Roo has his own ideas from back home and even if his ways are a little different, he does not think they are wrong. As far as fresh starts go, this is not a bad one, and he's happy to be along for the ride. Roo is a rusty snowshoe with a cream underside and a darker mask.
TURTLEKIT /SKIP
SWIFTCLAN KITTEN FEMALE, SINGLE UNKNOWN
[attr="class","plsc"]A calliby she-cat with big green eyes and lots of soft, white fur. She gets told all the time that she seems familiar but she has never been able to figure out why, although the truth is that she strongly resembles her grandmother Foxstar, especially in her face and the slant of her eyes. She couldn’t be more different than the old SunClan High Priestess, however. Turtleskip’s the smallest of her siblings and also the most shy. She would much rather spend one-on-one time with someone than hanging out in a group and her favorite hobbies are swimming and sunbathing. She spends a lot of time with her mother because she feels most comfortable with her, but her true colors shine whenever anyone mentions going to a lake or river, as she has a tendency to skip toward any body of water in excitement. Her parents are Ophelia and Steepfall and her siblings are Stumblestep, Ravenleap, and Mistcrawl.
MOTHKIT /BOW
SWIFTCLAN KITTEN FEMALE, SINGLE UNKNOWN
[attr="class","plsc"]A large she-cat with broad shoulders and gray-and-white fur, Mothbow was the youngest of her litter, but she's far bigger than her tiny brother Ant-thistle. She's Lovearrow's daughter, headstrong and confident, and often bickers with her spitfire little brother, especially when he tries to order her around. Their relationship is built on love, though; she bullies him for his size and he tries to make her listen to him because he's older, and in the end they'll always come back to trusting each other. Though she knows she's bigger than her brother, she just seems to think he's small, because she tends to get stuck in unfortunate situations after underestimating her height. It isn't uncommon to find her stuck between some rocks or tangled in thorns she tried to slip through.
SILVERMIST
SWIFTCLAN WARRIOR FEMALE, FROZENPRAWN
[attr="class","plsc"]A Lilac point she-cat with pale blue eyes. Sweet, silly, and sympathetic. She is always ready to lend an ear to friend in need and gives them the best advice she can, but she usually gives more good advice than not. Silvermist has a delightfully eccentric way of seeing everything. Very much a free spirit, she often listens to her heart more than her head. That's why she's rather silly for some reasons. She's an easygoing feeling who is eager to please and makes friends easily. Her sense of loyalty is unmatched and it often rubs off on others. Silvermist's guilty pleasure is listening to rumors and gossip and going for the occasional swim. Her parents are Beastrefrain and Indigopastels.
LANDON
KITTYPET FORMER DEPUTY MALE, URANIA TWO LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]"Our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart . . . it's an end to the evil and all Skyrim's foes . . . when the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows . . . by his honor is sworn to keep evil forever at bay! The fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout! Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!" (The Dragonborn Comes, Malukah) Bold, arrogant, flashy — he was built to be the king, engineered from the ground up with an attitude to match. On the surface, he's unafraid to flaunt himself, from his handsome muscular form to his particular skills; and he loves making clever comments and annoying his sister whenever he can. He's somewhat childish in nature, always joking and playing around, teasing lightly, but it doesn't mean he can't sober up quick: when a serious situation arises, he's learned to reintroduce the protective nature he obtained as a kitten and do his best to protect the clan. He wants to be leader, a powerful cat, to impress his friends and family, and to prove he can be accomplished. It isn't easy to fit into the pawsteps of his parents, not when one is Phoenixstar and the other is a descendant of leaders (and when his polydactyl paws are a bit too big to fit neatly within the pawprint), and he fights every day to make himself a place in the world. A tom designed for power, his sleek black coat outlines a form consisting of large muscles beneath that teasing smirk.
CYGNUS
KITTYPET MALE, 'WIDOWER' DAWNFROST NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]Compared to his intelligent brother Orion, Cygnus often feels inadequate. He's a smart cat, but he doesn't learn as quickly as his brother, and he can't understand the quick leaps Orion is capable of making to arrive at conclusions. He has to work through every step slowly, he has to mumble to himself until he eventually comes to the same conclusion. He feels slow mentally slow whenever he spends too much time with Orion - and he loves his fiercely anyway, he wouldn't give him up for the world, but sometimes he gets frustrated with how hard it is for him to retain and use new information. Whenever Orion makes a mistake, or anyone cat exposes they don't know some obscure fact that Cygnus does, he pounces on the opportunity. A little mocking laugh, a disbelieving gasp, he makes a big scene so everyone can see that he is smarter than someone else. Sometimes he'll even use slang and abbreviations he knows other cats won't understand just so he has a chance to be melodramatic and seek that brief feeling of superiority. He tends to brush these situations off after, feeling a little guilty for taking cheap shots at his friends. Yet Cygnus continues to be unintentionally harsh. He often makes jokes at others' expense and if they voice their dislike, he tends to ignore them and keep bringing up the same humiliating story. He can be forgetful and share secrets before he remembers that he shouldn't. He can be a difficult cat to get along with sometimes, but he has a good heart: when he isn't lashing out about his insecurities, he can be great comic relief and very supportive - just like his father, Landon. He won't sit and listen to your problems like his brother will: instead, he'll give a few quick words of advice, then take the troubled cat to explore the city or do anything else to distract them. Often there's nothing he can do to solve everyone else's heartbreak so he doesn't even try, he just moves on to reminding them about the good things in their life. Cygnus tackles life head on and likes to be active and in motion. He gets fidgety when idle and often will zone out, his mind drifting into space and only coming back minutes later when he's completely missed out on what's going on. He has ambition but it's undirected, he wants to be someone important but he doesn't know how to leave his mark on the world. He isn't worried about making the wrong choice in life, he can always change his mind later, he's more concerned with trying everything and perhaps bumbling into opportunity along the way. Cygnus hasn't made a big impact yet, but he's found small ways to let the world know he was one here: a pawprint in drying cement, scratches in the fence, a can of paint he spilled on a restaurant table. Cygnus is a cream tabby with blue eyes, like his mother Urania, though his fur is mottled with white from lying in the sun and a few accidents involving bleach.
quick facts:[break][break] heterosexual male warrior of fallclan[break] former member of summerclan and earthclan[break] parents: deal/finder/star (cleaver) and galacticcrumble (strawberrycupid)[break] mate: seablossom/star (pao)[break] first litter: waterphoenix (honeystorm), brookthrone (phantom), earthblossom (neverforgotten)[break] second litter: seaglass (turtlenoir), berrybloom (pao), odd-dream (strawberrycupid), tallcrown (bee)[break] adopted litter: maskmoon (lavellan), dewshine (pao), illusionking (phantom)[break] likes to pretend he adopted pumpkinspice (lavellan)[break] former mentor of pumpkinspice, current mentor of darlingpaw (phantom)
[break][break] biography:[break] His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. He found a new mate in his new home, and when their clan was destroyed, he found her again so they could finish their lives together. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes.
[attr="class","alibipanel"]CROWNGLASS think i was blind before i met you
[attr="class","stayinuti3"]Floodfate 25 moons old NightClan Warrior Single
[attr="class","stayrubrik"]face down thedemons
[attr="class","stayscroll"]Being normal is being a failure. After watching his driven, successful father take on the world and never give up, he knew he could never he an average cat. It feels wrong to be average, to be forgotten, and he believes he must strive for beyond. Though Floodfate was never the hero of the story, he didn't want to be the villain either; but he's prone to jealousy and bitterness and ignoring his emotions, and he lashes out and makes bad choices and takes the easy route of criminal behavior. He was doted on by his leader early in life and though he loved the attention, the rebellious little tom was too upset to see her giving his brother special treatment as well. He lashed out and refused to listen to her after that, angry that she treated him like a child and tried to restrict his freedom. By the time the floods destroyed his home he was already planning on running away, and when they moved to SunClan the young initiate found himself allured by the Shadow Era cats. When the plan went south he fled with some of the other rogues and made his life as a loner stealing from others, until one day when he was caught and barely escaped with his life. He fled to NightClan and changed his name to Floodfate, where he seeks to escape his roots without a clear path to do so. He doesn’t know how to avoid falling back on his old destructive and criminal habits, and he fears being normal, so he's trapped on a hill he climb. Emotionally distant, he has never known how to share his feelings and struggles to understand his own emotions, much less anyone else's. He's vain and self-centered and never had a chance to properly grow up. Floodfate hates being babied and not taken seriously, and cats used to fawn over his cherubic looks, though luckily they've stopped after his looks were marred by his latest scars. He's suspicious of other cats and doesn't know how to let them get close or how to accept help, and cats that come on too strong or flirtatious freak him out. Floodfate doesn't know how to trust anybody but himself, and though he knows he needs a new life, he doesn't know what it looks like or how he'll get there. A rounded solid gray tom with white markings, Floodfate bears the marks of his former life: the fur hasn't grown back over the deep scars on his chest and shoulder, and his left ear is missing along with part of his upper lip.
• proud of his clan • extremely loyal • (reluctantly) understanding • easily inspired • sometimes shows he cares • because he really does care a lot • puts everyone else ahead of himself • uhhh • why do we like him again • is he good at anything
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
• grumpy • guarded • sarcastic • a mental breakdown waiting to happen • bitter • always guilty and brooding • doesn't know how to do social things • pessimistic • stubborn • easily angered • very low self-confidence • easily annoyed • gives up on himself all the time • reluctant to do literally anything • stresses and freezes under pressure • doesn't look after himself
LIKES:
• soft handsome toms • swimming • fish • hiding, in caves or trees • cuddling, but he won't admit it • cats who believe in him • being believed in • being around cats he cares about • being alone for short periods of time
DISLIKES:
• his scars • fighting / being defeated • leading his clan • being alone • death • renegade regime • mercenary evelyn • floods / water in general tbh • disloyal cats • kittens
BIOGRAPHY
There must have been a mistake. How could such a colossal failure, a shameful screw-up, become the leader of his clan? How could the bitter old tom outlive the youthful cats StarClan chose for the clan? Chim does not being to understand the path that led him to this moment, and if he dwells on it, his guilt and fear threaten to crush him. He was never meant to be deputy, but the cat StarClan wanted chose her own path, and she perished saving two young kits. She had been chosen for a reason, to stop the rise of the tyrant Riverstar, and if she had lived he never would have overthrown Violetstar. But Chim was deputy instead, and he didn’t just allow it to happen, he caused it. His fault. His young leader had inspired him to make up for his past mistakes, so Chim left for the Regime and ended up in their prison instead. He was missing and the acting deputy, his own brother, helped hand the clan into the waiting paws of Riverwolf, helped him tear the life from Violetstar, helped him nearly doom them all. It was Chim’s mistake that left him leader and he will carry that guilt for a lifetime—just one more weight on his shoulders, already bowed and nearly crushed under his mistakes. He stole prey to save his dying clan and was exposed by a cat he looked up to; tried again and lost his eye; recklessly had a fling that resulted in kits he couldn’t bear to look at; sunk slowly into a depressed state and watched his clan burn; fell in love only to watch it taken from him again. For many moons he struggled with his guilt and slowly his leader dragged him from his own misery to make him something better, but it was too slow, too late, too wrong, and it cost her life. It was the mercy of Mercenary Evelyn to take his eye instead of his life and it was her mercy that doomed so many others. His life ended that day, and it didn’t begin until Ripple Cough devoured his clan and left behind only scraps. His family fled with only the duty-bound Guardian left behind, and yet he stayed as well - he, who had spent moon after moon of his life alone, depressed, and bitter, who spent his days slumped to the ground and unresponsive in his misery. Their butler stayed with him, and as they tended to the dead and the dying day by day, there had never been a closer bond between them. There was a silent understanding that grew between them, and impossibly, he found he loved the old toad more than he did any other, more than the brother that had left him behind, even as he struggled to grasp the monumental sacrifice Ghosttoad had made when he chose to die with Chimerahunt rather than serve his first master, Chim's older brother Dragonguard. Grim, sour, and bitter, his clan turned against him when he became deputy, and he cannot blame them for that, but it was the cats that came to his side that surprised him. As he slowly grew in support, as he took over his clan and found them accepting of his rule, Chim dared to believe in forgiveness. He had a chance at redemption and for the first time in his life someone believed in him, wanted him, listened to him. Chimerastar has grown into his ragged cloak of ginger fur. He had grown proud and strong and filled out his form so his bones are no longer visible beneath, and he looks good. Healthy. The nasty scar and gaping socket where his right eye once resided is his pretty side, lacking the bitterness and agony and doubt of the green left eye, and he would not be called handsome anymore, not for many moons. His muzzle and coat are shot with flecks of grey from age and stress and grief and his thick brows are losing their color as well. Time has taken its toll on him but for the first time in a very long time he looks a living, breathing warrior, not a skeleton propped up against the cave wall. If it wasn't for the sickness and his strange stubbornness when it came to dealing with it, if it wasn’t for Violetstar, he would have been content as an insignificant backdrop to the glory of his clan and family. For just a moment, to the remains of his clan, he was useful, and moving forward he has little choice but to accept that and begin to help his clan once again. Chim faces every task with a grim and sour outlook that drains on the mood of his companions, but none can deny he embodies the spirit of a WaterClan warrior in his own way.
RELATIONSHIPS
violetstar » ••••/4
leader (deceased)
He isn’t quite sure he would count her as a friend, because their relationship doesn’t usually feel that relaxed, but he does trust her and understands her. They are different cats but they share their pain, and though he is reluctant to admit it, he thought they could make a good team one day. Now they’ll never get the chance and it hurts to know that she’s gone and it hurts to know he wasn’t there for it. She had his back and he is grateful for that, but now he wonders if she would still support him, knowing that in the end it cost her everything. She lost her life, her family, and ultimately her clan when he couldn't keep it together.
whiteperch » ••••/4
friend
The small warrior was the last cat he expected to get along with, too soft and talkative, but by some witchcraft Chim fails to understand, Whiteperch made him feel comfortable. He confused Chim and makes him feel inadequate— acutely aware of his flimsy grasp of social skills, but the other tom is so easygoing and forgiving They were growing close before Whiteperch left him and now that he's back, he can't find it in himself to let the tom close again.
ghosttoad » •••••/5
former mate (deceased)
If it hadn’t been for the deadly cough epidemic they would never have met, but the instead ripple cough changed Chim’s life forever. It was through the patient older butler that he learned the benefits of a quiet but dogged work ethic and slowly found a new way to look at himself. He doesn’t know if their relationship would survive in a time of peace, but in the moment they were exactly that the other needed.
rainsweptwish » •••/3
former mate (deceased)
They were never really in love, just angry at the world and eager to find another cat that felt the same. They shouldn’t have tried to start a family but they were young rebels and some days he doesn’t regret it.
mercenary evelyn » •/1
enemy
He was a fool for trying to steal from the Regime and for facing down a trained mercenary when he was just an apprentice, but he didn’t know better. He was a fool for going back to her, for trying to make peace and move on from the past, for believing Violetstar that he could be better than he was. Now that he has met her again his opinion has not really approved. He's annoyed that she's joining his clan now and doesn't trust for a moment she has any good plans.
stormshelter » ••/2
adopted brother
Chim isn’t a big fan of his adopted brother. He doesn’t mistreat him, and rarely even lets it show that the other tom rubs him the wrong way. He thinks the other tom is a bit too passive and needs to learn initiative, but then again, he was quick enough to sell out their patrol to Phoenixstar after they stole from FallClan, so maybe that’s why the turncoat rubs Chim’s fur the wrong way. Still, he tries not to push him away too much.
umbramoon » ••/2
former apprentice
While he doesn’t dislike his former apprentice, they didn’t particularly bond either. Chim was an upjumped warrior still recovering from the sickness, and the clan reeled around them; they trained without personal attachment and he doesn’t see it as likely that they’ll ever grow close.
dragonguard (landon) » ••••/4
brother
His older brother was his idol. Once he would have been ecstatic to become deputy as Dragonguard once was, but times change, and his brother became a kittypet instead. Chim is reluctant to defend any cat, and his brother is far from flawless, but he will always look up to him and protect his reputation as best he can. Even if he did take a former Regime cat as a mother-in-law.
swangrace » ••••/4
sister/mentor (deceased)
His sister was not a cat you could easily dislike, and as much as he wanted to be angry with her for mentoring him, he couldn't. He loved her fiercely and was her stoutest supporter, and she returned his affection with trust by telling him about her secret mate. Her loss wounded him deeply and he still has not recovered. Her daughters are all he has left and while he isn't... exactly.... excited to have the young cats around, it does make him feel better to know she lives on through her kits. They would make her proud.
thunderstorm, batseeker, hydrapaw » •••/3
siblings
Chim is not close with most of his older siblings or his littermate.
dewleaf » •••/3 (deceased)
sister
Chim was not close with his sister, but the times they did share were good ones. She taught him confidence, or at least tried to, and he always admired how she carried herself without a worry in the world.
cerberusspirit » ••••/4
brother
His brother became his personal guard and his supporter upon his promotion to leader — a compete surprise after they had done many moons without speaking. He appreciates his support, though sometimes he wishes he had just a little bit more privacy. It was good to have him at his side during the floods.
rustyheart » ••••/4
sister
He rarely interacted with his younger sisters, so he was stunned to see her defend him at his promotion. He has since heard that she defended him when he was missing as well and fought for him until she passed out, to his amazement. Chim doesn’t quite know how to talk to her, but he does respect her and they share some hardships the others don’t understand.
wyverdelirium » ???
brother
For many moons his brother was the only one that he was ever close with, and he doesn’t understand what happened to ruin their relationship. His best friend became his enemy when Chim became a deputy: not because he protested, but because his claims were so far off track it hurt Chim to think his brother held that impression of him. His feelings are too complicated to sort out now that Wy has returned from FallClan.
tinybreath » ••••/4
sister
He didn't understand what happened to make her grow so close to Wy and hate Chim so fiercely. He was hurt and angry, but then she supported him as well, helped him, and now he thinks she might be more complicated than he first thought.
stormpaw » ••••/4 (deceased)
acquaintance
He met Stormpaw briefly as a kit, when the former kittypet had wandered off and found Chim after he confronted the former deputy’s family. They aren’t close, but he was pleased to see his friend Whiteperch mentor the promising young cat. It hurt to see him die so young.
scarysiren » ••/2 (deceased)
daughter
Chim was absent for most of her upbringing, but he always liked Scarysiren more than the others. She was professional and clever, an she could handle herself with an independent stubborn streak a mile wide she must have inherited from him.
reedstalk, logdrift, coralreef, oceanscent » ••/2
kittens
He was not close with his children. He hasn't seen Oceanscent since the flood as assumes he died; Coralreef became a kittypet and even if he disagrees with the choice, he's glad to see her become happy.
squirrelpool » ••••/4
niece, apprentice
While she acts much the same as his daughter and son, Chim likes his first apprentice far more. They trained before he was broken, when he had only recently lost his eye, so his enjoyment of her chatty nature remains and he doesn’t mind it as much. He wishes she could have been with Breezepaw instead of settling for a rogue that wasn't good enough for her.
tuskblood » ••••/4
friend, former deputy
He met the SummerClan deputy briefly at the gatherings and they did not get along well. She was rude and wishy-washy. Then, slowly, reluctantly, she broke him down, and she saved him when his clan was in danger. She became his deputy and perhaps he did mistreat her, despite his good intentions, and he isn't sure where they stand now.
pygmyprawn » •••••/5
best friend
They met in prison. Strange, that his best friend was the cat he met when he was at what he thought was his lowest point (what a fool he was then) but they bonded quickly and she returned to his clan with him. She's good to him, too considerate and understanding, and he can't repay that attention; but he appreciates her more than the rest. She knew him when he didn't have any responsibilities, any stress, and he feels he can talk to her about anything. Once he found out about her feelings he wasn't sure how to respond; he needs her, but does he love her?
turtlepaw » •••/3
former apprentice
The poor little apprentice was horribly maimed by the League's assassin and mistreated in Riverstar's reign. Chim took him under his wing for a few moons of training and enjoyed it, though he probably wouldn't admit it. He failed as his mentor and he hopes Gardeniastar and Ratstar does a better job. The little guy deserves it.
calamitystar/ shrine » •••/3
former deputy
His deputy until the end, he appreciates the support of the handsome cat and wishes him luck in his new home. He's glad to know there's no bad blood between them and he really does enjoy his spirited company. It's strange to have him back in the clan.
doestar » •••••/5
his secret lover. (deceased)
He has never felt so free as he does when he's with him. Doestar, deputy as he calls him, is unlike any cat he's ever met, and he need to know him. He can't keep him off his mind, can't smell herbs without rosemary reminding him of the tom he could never have, can't focus or do his job properly; and now that they might live together, he is terrified of what the future could hold. The only good thing to come out of the flood was the possibility of living with him forever... until he came to SummerClan and found his lover had died days before and wouldn't be coming back. Chim turned his mind against him. The only way to cope his his loss was to pretend he had never been in love to begin with and hope the hurt would go away.
phoenixstar » ••••/4
mother (deceased)
She has always loved him and looked after him, even when his birth killed her. He loves her deeply and thinks she has always been a better leader than he ever could be.
lightningswift » ••••/4
father (deceased)
His relationship with his father was complicated in life, especially since they looked so similar, but he still regards him highly. He loves him and wishes he could have known him better. In the end, he knew the tom loved him, and he was inspired to name his new clan after his father. Lightningswift deserved to be remembered.
breezepaw » ••••/4
temporary apprentice (deceased)
He was annoyed by the young cat when they first met, but how could he not steadily break down once they spent time together? Breezepaw's energy was infectious and he was so sweet and loving. He would have made a good nephew-in-law if only he had lived.
riverwolf » •/1
enemy
Riverwolf took over his clan, killed his leader, and left it in ruins. Time has not improved his opinion.
jaysolstice » ••/2
relative
They talked, not much, but some; and his relative was kind and smart and had a solid head on his shoulders. He's a good warrior.
chaman meepo » ••/2
acquaintance
Meepo healed him after he was injured sneaking into the Regime and looked after him. He also helped take down Riverwolf. As much as he wanted to dislike him, he couldn't hate the gentle healer.
guider sabre » ••/2
acquaintance
Sabre was bitter like him and, unlike Meepo, easier to hold a grudge against. He reluctantly grew to respect him, though.
commander mars » ••/2
acquaintance
Mars did his best to keep him comfortable during his imprisonment. It was a tricky situation and he did what he could, and Chim bears him no ill will, but he isn't thrilled about him either.
foxbane/star » •/1
acquaintance
Foxstar has always done wrong by his family and she was an annoying thorn in his side during his imprisonment.
former scout superior limavady » •/1
acquaintance (deceased)
Limavady was a prisoner at the same time he was, and they continued to butt heads. They never did get along, and Chim was glad to be given a private room eventually.
diamondstar » •••/3
friend
She was strong-willed and independent and they got along alright. If it wasn't for Tuskblood he doubts they would have been friends.
valleystar » ••/2
acquaintance
They didn't know each other long or very well, but she wasn't his type.
meadowpaw » •••/3
therapist
Meadowpaw, in her youth, was a therapist to Chim; he wasn't sure what to do once she started to talk, but they never stood a chance. The floods took her away and she ended up in the League instead of with him.
vulcan » •••/3
resident ghost / grandfather (deceased)
He cannot rid himself of this annoying sarcastic ghost. But... he's been there for Chim through difficult situations. He's annoying most of the time, but everyone once and a while he is worthwhile to have around.
shadedsun /star » •••/3
acquaintance
He doesn't know much about Shadedsun except that he's close to Doestar. Chim is trying his best to be understanding of their relationship and not jealous, but he can't help it; he can't bring himself to get to know the other tom either, out of fear he might even like him. It's easier to have an enemy.
dante (funk e'tan) » •••/3
acquaintance
They met once and that was more than enough. It was one of his lowest points and Dante was there for him; his family wouldn't understand his decisions that night, but they weren't there, they weren't falling apart. In his own way, Dante helped hold him together. He embarrassed Chim the new time they met, at the gathering after he created SwiftClan, but it warmed him just a little to be welcomed back. HE ALSO WON THE HUNGER GAMES
gardeniastar » ••/2
acquaintance
He hasn't met her directly yet but she seems to be a decent leader. She hasn't pressed him too much yet and she took his niece and apprentice under her wing. He hopes she does a good job with them.
fairystar » •/1
former leader
Fairystar took over the leadership of SummerClan with a grudge against the former WaterClan cats. When Chim refused to join the clan, he exiled him and chased him from the territory.
firetooth » ••/2
medicine cat
He met Firetooth while he was wandering, before he formed SwiftClan. The former medicine cat was broken down and lost, a traitor to his clan, and had no place to go. Without thinking he brought the tom with him, made him a medicine cat, and put him in charge of the traveling clan. He still doesn't trust him much, and for good reason: every time the tom makes some progress, he regresses twice as much. He can't believe the tom was stupid enough to try and slay a god without telling him, and it will be his fault when the clan is destroyed because of his actions.
cryptidember (cimber) » •••/3
former deputy
Cimber was among the first cats to join SwiftClan, hailing from Absum Lux. He wasn't sure about the tom, but he's tentatively optimistic about getting to know him. He seemed to enjoy making Chim uncomfortable... which wasn't that difficult, given Chim's weakness for pretty boys. Still, he was exactly the sort of useful outside he was looking for in a deputy; he just wishes he stuck around.
ruin » ••/2
acquaintance
Ruin started off on the wrong paw with him by admitting he doesn't know how to hunt. He's a quick learner and willing to put in the effort, so Chim can't judge him too harshly.
shatteredshine, skiprabbit, scorchsoot » •••/3
nieces
He loves his nieces and is easily amused by their antics. They don't always see eye to eye, and he does not know them well, but they are family and the last remnant of Swangrace.
oceanjasper » ••/2
acquaintance
A new member of his clan, he isn't sure what to think of the forward tom, but with time he'll get to know him.
mangoswirl » ••/2
acquaintance
Mangoswirl is opinionated and he isn't convinced he likes her ideas, or that they're any good, but at least she's another hunter to help the clan.
fuzzypeach » •••/3
friend
The former kittypet is a thorn in his paw, constantly calling him by the wrong name and showing off his great ineptitude, and yet somehow he amuses Chim as much as he vexes him. Fuzzypeach won't let him mope and he's grateful for that.
blightbane » ••/2
acquaintance
Whiteperch's brother came to him mute but skilled with a hard past he could relate to. His feelings are complicated to sort out because of his relative, but he knows the pain the Regime can inflict better than most.
beestripe » ••/2
deputy
Chim doesn't know his deputy well. That was the point: after a string of deputies he was too attached to, he chose an outsider that looked like he could get the job done, and left it at that.
mistralpaw » •••/3
mca
The young she-cat trusts him more than she should. He failed to protect her from a snake once of the first times they spoke, he's been rash and aggressive and rude in front of her, and she's implacable. Chim doesn't understand Mistralpaw, but he appreciated her support nonetheless, and he misses her now that she left the clan.
ratstar » ••/2
acquaintance
He stopped by SummerClan's feast to get something to eat. He doesn't mind the other one-eyed tom, though he isn't particularly interested in him either.
thistlestar » ••/2
acquaintance
He was kind enough at their feast, though they don't know each other well. Cal trusts him, so that's enough for Chim. For now.
wispypaw » •/1
acquaintance
She helpfully reinforced all of the reasons why he doesn't like kits. They were both unfortunate to have her sent to his clan in the apprentice exchange.
demonicchicken » ••/2
acquaintance
He spoke briefly with Fuzzypeach's friend about making their clan nomadic, and the response he received was encouraging. He's glad to have someone experienced in the clan that isn't afraid to tell him the truth.
intrepidsoul » ••/2
acquaintance
A new member of the clan and a former traveler, Intrepidsoul was a valuable addition to the clan. They talked about making the clan nomadic and he made Chim more certain they could make the change. He isn't a fan of how close the tom is with his niece, Shatteredshine, however.
ruinedportrait » •••/3
acquaintance
He first met her when she was dropping off her brother and ran straight into Chim. She's been knocking him off his paws ever since. For a rude SunClan cat, she's been a better ally than he expected, even tipping him off to a coming attack from her clan at great risk to herself. She's disrespectful and rude, but he likes her spark.
leviathan » •••/3
crush
He met the MoonClan cat by accident and oh boy he never imagined another cat would have this effect on him. Chim suppresses his childish feelings at every turn, he knows it always ends poorly, and yet he can't help running to Levee when he needs help.
"With this life, I give you faith. Have faith in your clanmates and always encourage them to be the best warriors they can be, but most importantly, have faith in yourself.” Her eyes shone as she spoke, it was as if she were still alive, preaching that he was more than any cat saw. “You’ll do amazingly, and I couldn’t have asked StarClan for a better Deputy. Even when others thought you had abandoned us, I knew better. I’ve always had faith in you, Chimerahunt. Chimerastar."
hope
phoenixstar
"With this life, I give you hope. May you always believe that the future ahead is bright, no matter what sort of hardships may come your way. That you can always look to the future and smile, knowing that in the end, everything will turn out alright."
honor
lightningswift
"With this life, I give you Honor. The pride that comes with making it this far, the dignity of having the respect of your clanmates, and the strength to hold your head up in even the direst of situations. Create a legacy that belongs to no one else but yourself."
a mother's love
swangrace
"With this life, I give you A Mother's Love. It is an all-consuming fire, bright and fierce; a mother will go through hell and back for her kits, face any danger, fight any enemy. Don't fight the fire, dear brother. Invite it in. Embrace it. Such passion is how you must feel for every member of your clan, from the oldest elder, to a kit who has just taken its first breath. For them, you must face any obstacle, overcome any challenge, protect them, even at the cost of yourself. Become one with the fire, my beloved brother, and truly understand my sacrifice."
clarity
blakelystar
"In simpler times I was WaterClan's medicine cat, life was clear as waters purity, but when I took over as stratego of Toxicity I could no longer tell the difference between a righteous path and one of corruption. The trail to the dark forest is paved in the souls of cats with good intentions. So I will grant you a life to allow you not to be deceived, even by yourself. I give you the life of clarity. May you always see crystal clear into even the darkest hearts."
patience
breezepaw
"There will be many who look up to you. The young, old, weak, lost... They will need your guidance and rely on you to the point where it might feel like too much to carry. That's why ya have 9 lives, ya know?" He gave a little wink at his joke then continued, "Anyways, there will be many times when your clanmates will need someone to step in and teach like you did for me. So with this life, I give you patience. May you have the endurance to handle your clanmates problems as well as your own and treat them with the same kindness you showed me."
happiness
ghosttoad
“With this life, I give you happiness,” he began, his voice suddenly intense and passionate. The outline of a toad shimmered between his white paws. “You have suffered in the past and you will suffer in the future, but you must look past and remember the good in your life. Smile and laugh, and listen to your clanmates— they just want to help. Don’t let your grief cloud your judgement; take a gamble and do what’s right for you.”
self-confidence
dewleaf
"with this life, I bestow upon you self-confidence. May you find confidence in every moment and every decision. Do not second-guess yourself, little brother. You have been strong and justice, do not allow doubt to cloud you. Use this life wisely."
magic 8 ball notes - chim will love evelyn - they will date - ruined loves chim - chim x ruined is a yes - and they'll stay friends - but he won't be happy with her - ryn tells ruined about the engagement - chim x pygmy is a no - chim happy is a no - chim will get fired
Put biography, personality, history, and description here.
He may have his father’s black and white pelt and his easy grace, but Inkspray is dead to him. Once he idolized the older tom, admired and imitated everything he did, but then he saw the truth— saw his father standing over his clanmate’s body with blood in his whiskers and a cruel look of satisfaction. Dorsalpaw never turned him in, and they each pretended the other never existed. He became a Mudlark Apprentice to escape the unintentionally hurtful comments about following in his old man’s footsteps, worked hard to prove himself, and when their order disbanded found himself mentored by his former Mudlark Commander. Against his will Creekghost became a surrogate father, one Dorsalray teased and annoyed to no end. The flood destroyed their clan and he saved his mentor’s mate, earning himself the right to travel with them, and though he’d never admit it, this is a better life than he ever hoped for. His new name, Ghostcrown, took him hours to craft: it had to be perfectly mocking and arrogant, an allusion to his mentor but also a sign of his own glory. Ray is a strapping tall lad, black with minimal white on his chest, toes, and tail-tip, and white on the bridge of his nose above a scruffy black chin. He’s arrogant, mocking, conceited, and suave— and he does it all with such a playful grin, it’s more of a joke than an insult, and it makes him that little bit more sufferable.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FORMERLY KNOWN AS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— dorsalray, ray
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THEME ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— liar / the arcadian wild
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PERSONALITY ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— affectionately teasing ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— respectfully distant ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— absolutely love his kids ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— more serious than before ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— doesn't trust his self control ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— selfish and self-centered
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LIKES/DISLIKES ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ courageous cats ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ having time to himself ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ attention ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ murder, fights, injuries ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ floods, tunnel collapses
☁ ☕️ 💎 🌸 💖 💔 🔪 ⚔️ — CATNAME — Relationship to your character. Brief description of how they feel about them.
Note: Using the "loves" emoji flexibly to include cats he considers family, not just romantic relationships.
⚔️ — INKSPRAY — Ghostcrown's father. He used to admire the snappy tom until he found out the truth about him - and was forced to hide his secret until the warrior's death, his resentment only grew. He spent his life working to prove he was nothing like his murderous father.
💖 — EMBERLEAF — Ghostcrown's mother. She was an overworked and distant mother but he liked her anyway, when he found the time to take care of her kittens they were very close. She died at his father's paw.
☕️ 💔 — THE HUNTRESS — The mother of Ghostcrown's kits, they liked each other well enough to start a family together, but there was never any love between them - it was just a fling. Ghostcrown considered her a friend for moons after, though they didn't see each other. It wasn't until she arrived with the news of his daughter's death that he realized how horribly he had ruined everything in his family. If he wasn't so blinded by grief and self-loathing, he would be proud of how fiercely she loved Raypaw.
☕️ — JETFIRE — Friend. He met Jetfire when she was suffering and he tried to help, but after he gave everything to try and save her, she stabbed him in the back. Ghostcrown understands why she accused him of trying to murder her, but that doesn't make it any easier for him to forgive her. Saving her made him a killer: not just her murderer, but she distracted him enough that his own daughter was sacrificed. He can't blame her for what went wrong, he knows it isn't rational, but he can barely stand to look at her. All he can see is what he did.
💎 💖 — CREEKGHOST— His mentor and his father figure. When Ghostcrown was a troubled apprentice, defiant and lazy, his mentor shaped him into the capable warrior he is now. He owed everything to the father that rescued him, and he grieves his death every day. Ghostcrown hopes to make him proud.
💎💖 — BREEZESTEP — Creekghost's mate, she became a surrogate mother to Ghostcrown. She invited him into the family without question, let him travel with them, and has never considered him anything but a son. He loves her fiercely.
☕️ — HONEYSPLASH — A fellow single dad in the SunClan nursery, Ghostcrown hit it off with Honeysplash immediately. He knew the tom had a troubled past when it came to kittens, but Honeysplash was doing a great job raising his newest litter. He promised to look after Ghostcrown's kits after he was exiled, to his great relief.
💎 💖 — FIRETOOTH — Creekghost's son, Ghostcrown loves Firetooth like a brother. He thought the medicine cat was a little grumpy for his taste, but he can see that SwiftClan has changed the tom a lot. He goes on crusades now to save suffering queens and that is very, very cool.
☁ 💖 — FLOODFATE — Creekghost's son. Ghostcrown likes his adopted brother well enough, there are times when they can see eye to eye, but other times Floodfate is whiny, bitter, and closed-off. He's a hard cat to get to know, and frankly Ghostcrown doesn't have the time.
💖 — SPIRITPAW/ICE — His daughter with The Huntress, Ghostcrown loves her fiercely. He used to spent every morning hunting for his family and every day playing with them and finding them friends; he hates that he hurt them with his exile, he hates even more that they now believe he tried to kill his friend, but at least Spiritpaw gave him the benefit of the doubt and joined the clan to be with him.
💖 — LUXKIT/EMBER — His child with The Huntress, Ghostcrown loves them fiercely. He used to spent every morning hunting for his family and every day playing with them and finding them friends; he hates that he hurt them with his exile, he hates even more that they now believe he tried to kill his friend, and he hates that he had to leave them.
💖 — RAYPAW/STRIKE — His daughter with The Huntress, Ghostcrown loves her fiercely, even if she likes to insult him. She has a fierce spirit. He used to spent every morning hunting for his family and every day playing with them and finding them friends; he hates that he hurt them with his exile, he hates even more that they now believe he tried to kill his friend, and he hates that he had to leave them. He thought she was far away and safe during the fire, and it crushed him to learn she was burning inside the medicine cat's den, so close he could smell her smoke.
💖 — CROWPAW— His son with The Huntress, Ghostcrown loves him fiercely. His heart broken when his son saw him sentenced for execution. He used to spent every morning hunting for his family and every day playing with them and finding them friends; he hates that he hurt them with his exile, he hates even more that they now believe he tried to kill his friend, and he hates that he had to leave them. Crowpaw hates him now, and he understands that, as much as it hurts.
💖 — DESERTPAW/BREEZE — His son with The Huntress, Ghostcrown loves him fiercely. They have a difficult relationship and his innovative son causes a lot of trouble, but he knows Desertpaw will understand his choices one day and respect him.
[attr="class","stayinuti3"]Condorstrike 80 moons old SummerClan Warrior Divorced
[attr="class","stayrubrik"]i will be who i choose
[attr="class","stayscroll"]After the divorce he realized how much of his life he had invested in a relationship that wasn't working. He spent years with a mate that never loved him and cheated on him constantly, who went on fiery rampages and executed her enemies and took over clans, but by then he was already committed. He had fallen in love with Foxstar, had given up everything he treasured to be with her, and he refused to believe it had all been for nothing. But eventually he had to face the truth. Condorstrike was drawn to power just like his father, but he was far out of his realm, and desire had left him naïve. He had given up on the small joys in his life in pursuit of his stolen daughter, despite the indifference of his mate; he isolated himself from his own flesh and blood to form a new family he never felt comfortable around; he found himself lost in an empty new clan worshipping strange gods he loathed and feared. When Foxstar left him, he had nothing left from years of his life but regrets. He went to visit his estranged daughter, but she turned him away. With nowhere left to go, he had to start a new life, and he found himself seeking a new start in SummerClan. It won't be easy to start over and make something of himself, but he has to try, because he can't stand to finish his life alone and unaccomplished. For once in his life he wants to be a self-made cat, to have his own life and joys and accomplishments; he doesn't know if he will ever find love again, so he must make himself into a cat he can accept and love. Maybe with time his family will forgive him and let him back into their lives. In his new life he discovered how very little he truly knows, and he wants to learn more, to be better educated, but he has no idea where to start. He knows how to hunt and fight and fish like a WaterClan cat, but he yearns for something new. Condorstrike has always feared not being good enough, and Foxstar used that fear against him; he can't let that happen again. After his experience with her, he became much more cautious around other cats and struggles to let them get close. He is an honest and open cat, but there are many truths he is uncomfortable sharing, despite knowing the value in getting them out there. He can be overly cautious and reads into body language more than words, hoping to chase out any deceit that way, but tries to keep in mind the inherent goodness of most cats around him. Genuine compliments, even just small things, touch him and make him genuinely happy to the point it can be almost overwhelming. Condorstrike is a good cat, even if he may not realize it; he works hard to be better than he is and he can only hope it works. He has been lonely for so long, all he wants is a peaceful, mundane life of helping his clan and finding a friend or two along the way. A brown agouti tabby with muddy brown eyes and a touch of white on his muzzle, as he aged he lost some of the youthful roundness that made him comely.
Values: Safety & security; the American Dream; love and acceptance
Fears: Rejection, being unloved and alone, claustrophobia, not being good enough, losing physical/mental capacity, an early death
A cat has rarely been so ruthlessly cruel. The impulsive tomcat is built like stone: impossibly massive with dense corded muscle, shoulders broad as some tree trunks, thickly stacked and heavy as a boulder, his strength is unmatched by the average cat and he brags about taking down trained fighters in a single blow that split them throat to navel. He may be slow, but his hulking frame absorbs minor damage and any cat that gets close enough to hurt him comes at great risk of personal farm. Once he gets his immensely strong jaws around them, there is no escape. A myriad of scars lace the skin beneath his thick ash-dark pelt, but they're barely visible under the swirling soot and oil fur. A powerful threat to face in any battle, his inner darkness matches his coat, and his past is as cruel as any rogue. He was born in WinterClan, where he murdered his little sister, burned his brother's face, and murdered his father. He was exiled from the clan when they couldn't find proof of his crimes, and he wandered alone with bands of rogues, preying on the land for year after year. Finally, when his brother caught his attention, he returned to the clans and chose to settle in SunClan. Mountain is not an intelligent cat, but he is brutal, and whatever plans he has for his family and his clan, he will not be deterred.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FORMERLY KNOWN AS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— mountain (rogue/initiate), mountainkit/paw (winterclan)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CHARACTERISTICS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— brutal and unforgiving fighter ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— learning to be more gentle ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— accidentally injures/kills others ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— staunch bloodystar supporter ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— easily upset and emotional ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— when given a script, an effective tool be used
☁ ☕️ 💎 🌸 💖 💔 🔪 ⚔️ — CATNAME — Relationship to your character. Brief description of how they feel about them.
Note: Using the "loves" emoji flexibly to include cats he considers family, not just romantic relationships.
⚔️ — PARENTS — everyone is pretty sure he killed his own father. not the best relationship.
⚔️ — SINGEDWOLF— he burned his brother's face and tore off one of his legs; they aren't on very good terms.
☕️ 💖 — SHADEFLOWER (WEED) — his bestest friend ever!! sometimes she's a little mean to him, like when he accidentally kills someone, but he likes her a lot any way.
☕️ 💖 — AURORASKY — another awesome friend!! they played in the ocean together!
☕️ 💎— BLOODYSTAR — he used slipperyslope effectively and rewarded him with warriorhood, so he likes him!
CIS FEMALE/SHE/HER — CURRENTLY SINGLE — DAYCLAN — WARRIOR
Summer night sneaking out from behind her moms back felt like trouble, lighting a thrill in her heart and throwing caution to the wind. Her paws skimmed the earth as she followed her brother out the back. Maybe if Harv hadn’t taken notice of the other kit they could have never left their peaceful childhood and quiet clan life. But the moment they walked out of the nursery with the other kit at their side they left their peace and quiet far behind, forgotten as a toy. DayClan was the big destination, the neighboring clan full of wheat. She had never left camp a day in her life though, the tunnels winded and the thrill of becoming lost intoxicated her mind, begging her paws to move further, see what was around every corner. If there was a string tied around her tail she would have tied herself up exploring every crevice if she could. When they emerged from the tunnels there was a river in their way and a long way to DayClan if they walked all the way around. Harv and Sweet chose to brave it, but they were older, a bit more nimble with sharper claws to hang onto rocks. The other kit was younger, more clumsy and his claws hadn’t grown in. He slipped, cracked his head open on a rock while choking down on water. No one knows if the head injury killed him or if he drowned. Harv and Sweet never blamed themselves, they blamed it on the twisting maze, the adults for not paying better attention, the current for being too fast, and the rocks for being too slippery. The guilt of killing the kit ran over her mind like she was water and the guilt was water. Never allowing it to touch her, but it poisoned her pureness nonetheless. The Sun God had little sympathy and cursed her and her brother to be forced to feel the pain the kit felt. They were hacking up water, heads pounding for a whole week as they suffered and lived. A slave to their own mortality, death follows Sweet closely. She has many near death experiences, but nothing can ever be enough to end her suffering. Sweet is very conflicted on where her heart lies in SunClan, sometimes dreaming of finding refuge in DayClan among the sweet wheat. Written by Faith.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DREAMS/FEARS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to be a master storyteller ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to be a strong fighter ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to be popular and loved ✕ heights, bottomless pits ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ death/mortality ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ ruins and abandoned places
☁ ☕️ 💎 🌸 💖 💔 🔪 ⚔️ — CATNAME — Relationship to your character. Brief description of how they feel about them.
Note: Using the "loves" emoji flexibly to include cats her family and other types of love not just romantic relationships.
💖💎 — HARVESTCHARM — Sweetwheat's brother. She loves him to bits and admires how well he gets along with the other cats, sometimes to the point of jealousy. He's the only cat that understands her completely and she would never do anything to betray him.
💖 — AUTUMNGOSSAMER— Sweetwheat's mother.
💖 — LOVESMITTEN — Sweetwheat's father.
⚔️ — THE SUN GOD — He cursed Sweetwheat and her brother; before that, he cursed her mother. She hates him.
CIS MALE/HE/HIM — SINGLE, ARO/ACE — DAYCLAN — MEDICINE CAT
The chosen one. The hero. Sometimes he can scarcely believe it’s him of all cats—aren’t heroes supposed to be born of greatness? He fiercely loved his parents Dancingjellyfish and Hedgehogash, but they were just normal warriors. His sister was the special one, hand-chosen to be medicine cat apprentice, and he was proud of her. He was a little upset they wouldn’t train together, and a little jealous, but he loved Vixenpaw and he was proud of her. He was just a normal cat then; he remembers those kit days fondly, though they feel distant as a dream. One he became an apprentice everything changed as the StarClan warrior Yellowmoon informed of his tragic destiny. His sister was inept, she was confused, she was wrong, and if she was allowed to become a healer she would take lives by accident instead of saving them. Brakewings was the only one that could stop her— by taking her place. He wrestled with the decision for moons as he trained, but as their parents and siblings Doekit and Wolverinekit perished, he started to believe his spirit guide was right. He became a warrior but it wasn’t his destiny and he had to become medicine cat before it was too late, or all those deaths would be on his paws. Brakewings is a calm and brave cat, reasonable, with a good heart and a warm smile. He wants to help his clan to the best of his ability and his confidence has only grown with the revelations about his future. He’s a bit of a pushover and tends to nod along even when he doesn’t agree, then act on his own when he has time. When he believes he’s in the right, Brakewings is impulsive: when nobody is watching he’ll disobey an order or look after an enemy because his conscience urges him too. Yellowmoon taught him herbs alongside warrior moves, different herbs than his mentor, and he tends to believe his sprit guide over the living. A solemn and determined tom that believes the best of his clanmates, it never occurred to him to question Yellowmoon’s story, so he is unaware of the truth: it’s all a lie. The Dark Forest she-cat fabricated everything and only wants to use him to harm the clan, and he’s playing right into her paws.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DREAMS/FEARS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to fulfil his destiny ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to save many lives ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ retire in old age ✕ he's made the wrong choices ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ the dark forest ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ demotion
☁ ☕️ 💎 🌸 💖 💔 🔪 ⚔️ — CATNAME — Relationship to your character. Brief description of how they feel about them.
Note: Using the "loves" emoji flexibly to include cats her family and other types of love not just romantic relationships.
☕️💎 — YELLOWMOON — His mentor and the only cat to stand at his side forever, he trusts Yellowmoon implicitly. Her advice can sometimes be destructive and he understands she has a cruel side, but he doesn't see that as an inherent problem; he knows how to temper her will and she's generally in the right of things.
💖 — DANCINGJELLYFISH— Brakewings' mother.
💖 — HEDGEHOGASH— Brakewings' father.
💖 — DOEKIT, WOLVERINEKIT — His young siblings that didn't survive.
CIS MALE/HE/HIM — SINGLE, PANSEXUAL — DAYCLAN — APPRENTICE
A small black-and-white tom with dark green eyes, he looks exactly like his father. He wasn't raised knowing Deal was his parent, but he certainly did not look like Foxbane, Funk E'tan, or Glowstar. Energetic, loving, sincere, and resolute, he sticks by his beliefs and some cats find that charming. His handsome appearance would help his charisma if he wasn't constantly dirty and untidy. He dislikes rain and is terrified of lightning. Personality generated by flurryofstars.
A velvety gray-brown feline with thick black stripes and fairy light yellow eyes. Born to Ebonygold and Mountainsound, he was stolen away to DayClan to be raised in a safer environment. He/they.
Zodiac Sign - Apple Blossom Warrior Name: Snakeroothaven
Trackingkit (destiny) - Male - Independent. Looking for greatness, a cat of action. Rebellious and stubborn. - TAKEN by Cleaver
Trackingdestiny was born to a pair of criminal former leaders, a secret that didn't stay hidden from him for long. He heard the stories about his father Deal, but he didn't know what to think about them; when he discovered the truth of his adopted siblings in NightClan, he was even more shocked, and how could he handle the news that his mother's ex-mate was part of a powerful dynasty? He was so close to being a strong, rich warrior, but instead he grew up in the gutters of DayClan - which are considerably nicer than the best some other clans could offer him. Yet Trackingdestiny doesn't mind that his family has its dark secrets. He's going to make his own legacy. Trackingdestiny is looking for greatness and he's going to find it. He's a cat of action, preferring to leap headfirst into problems instead of sitting around talking and worrying. He can be a rebel, defying authority when his leaders take too long to come to a decision, and he isn't afraid to stand up for his own opinion. Trackingdestiny is a fiercely independent mostly-black tom with a white face and pale blue eyes. He was born to Soaringbird and Deal.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FEATHERS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— grace
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AGE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— kitten
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MATE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— none
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀CRUSH ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— none
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ORIENTATION ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— unknown
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀PERSONALITY ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— independent — looking for greatness — prone to action — rebellious — stubborn
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DREAMS/FEARS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ to be famous ✕ s
Impeccably sharp with his short, dense blue coat and white toes, Stormreign is an incredibly handsome tom. He has the proper formal look of a former Commander, well-groomed and clean, with a prideful lean neck tall enough to look over his heads of many of his shorter groupmates. His coat isn't dark as some of the tunnel dwellers, but he was born on the surface high above and many leagues away, where his dark fur melted into the shade of the juniper bushes and the cool reflection of the lake. It doesn't match his new territory either, but he adjusted long ago. Syndactyl, he only has three white toes on each forepaw, plus his dewclaw. Stormreign's charisma is matched by his wit and he's quick with a flirty joke; his flashy nature keeps him in the spotlight where he loves to be. He doesn't fit into crowds as well as his brother Fujin, even when he laughs he feels the separation and can't quite manage the same level of levity, but nonetheless most forget to notice his discomfort. His deep blue gaze is intense, alluring and playful and dangerous -- dangerous, because he has a strong sense of humor, but a weak grasp on morality. He spent a few moons in the League which only eroded his few moral qualms even further, leaving his siblings without a care at all, and him reluctantly clinging to the few honorable tenants he knew. There's always been a hint of weakness in him he can't break, a hesitation when it comes to purely serving his own self, that nags at him in the night. He can't quite become ruthless, but he's a free cat, and he doesn't like restrictions either. Approaching the Regime was his test, motivated by a fleeting hope the strict order would push some sense into his mind, or else drive him absolutely mad. He can't be convinced it has done either. Stormreign leans into the chaos, he tastes the wilderness and yearns for more, and he can't deny its call. His public persona is far more outgoing than the cat in private: alone with a friend, he relaxes, and he becomes softer. The intensity never leaves him, never fades from his enchanting eyes, but he's warm and excitable and honest -- he's open, and when his openness is received well, he swoons. Stormreign is a romantic at heart and he always dreams of the next step, of finding the perfect cat to spend his life with. He knows most of the cats he falls for won't return his feelings or will inevitable crush his heart, but he doesn't mind; isn't a minute of love worth the heartbreak? He refuses to stop giving his heart away. It's his own fault, really, that he is so easily enchanted. He has no respect for personal space, sometimes seems to lack understanding of it entirely, and isn't afraid to admit his innermost feelings to a stranger. He has little restraint and any cat that listens delights him almost as much as he is overjoyed to hear their stories. He is his own demise, but he doesn't mind; he's the storm and chaos and he lets it all go. Nothing ever lasts forever, not even love. If he is deeply entangled in his heartstrings today, tomorrow he will set his sights on someone else. Nothing in his life has been permanent, not even his leadership. He pushes himself to try new things and he loves to explore boundaries, because not even consequences will last him. After he escaped the Regime's prison he was forced to recover with barn cats for a few moons, his body bruised from his getaway that torrential night, but once he found his freedom he set out for the clans. Flamingstar was only his friend, and he knew she wouldn't turn him away if he wanted to be at her side. The window for romance between them has long since closed, but he doesn't mind having her as an ally while he gathers his bearings and wonders where the storm will take him next.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FORMERLY KNOWN AS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— raijin (former commander)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AGE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— 37 moons (3 years)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MATE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— none
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀KITS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— none
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THEME ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— add here
⠀⠀CHARACTERISTICS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— believes everything is temporary ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— toys with small cats, can't take them seriously ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— honest ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— no respect for personal space ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— charming, smiles often
⠀⠀⠀LIKES/DISLIKES ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ being in control ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✔ new experiences and adventures ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ xxx ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✕ xxx
☁ ☕️ 💎 🌸 💖 💔 🔪 ⚔️ — CATNAME — Relationship to your character. Brief description of how they feel about them.
Note: Using the "loves" emoji flexibly to include cats he considers family, not just romantic relationships.
💖 — FUJIN (honeystorm/open), INARI (primordialhaze) — Stormreign's brothers; he loves them and they caused chaos together in their youth, but they went their separate ways once they were older. He left for the Regime, and they stayed behind in the League.
⚔️ — COMMANDER SHULE (honeystorm) — Shule worked as his Mercenary Superior when he was Commander of RR. She disliked him immensely and he was lucky to escape the group's prison before she came into power.
☁ — COMMANDER MARS (fadedecho) — Mars was the Commander that brought Stormreign into the clan and let him take over. They were not close, but appreciates the risk that Mars took with him, even if the tom was not fully aware of it when he made his offer.
💔☕️ — FLAMINGSTAR (spot) — They met when he first entered the tunnels and pursued a brief romance; by the time he came to find her again, she was stuck in an uncertain relationship. A spark still remained between them, but she left the clan before anything could truly begin.
☁ — GLADIATOR (pao) — Gladiator was a new member of the Regime, smart and good with banter. Stormreign liked him well enough.
☁ — CHAMAN MEEPO (simplylight) — His Chaman, Meepo was a funny little cat that Stormreign couldn't take seriously. Not bad, just strange.
💔 — FUNK E'TAN (strawberrycupid) — Funk was Nemesis at the same time he was Commander. They took like flame to dry bracken, witty banter and playful remarks, and when Stormreign escaped prison, Funk was the tom he ran to. He was lost on the way to the League lands and by the time he returned, Funk had a family of his own.
☁ — TWILIGHTDANCE (bauble) — Stormreign sat beside her simply to pass the time, but to his surprise, they got along well. Both of them were outsiders to the clan, named like royalty, and he enjoyed reminiscing with her.
☁ — HAKODA (racer) — Hakoda was exceptionally quiet on their blind date, but even with the minimal amounts he spoke, Stormreign enjoyed his company enjoy to invite him on a second date. It was going really well, almost too well, when the truth came out: Hakoda was from the Regime and the grandson of Shule herself. Seeing him was a risk Stormreign couldn't afford to take, no matter how much it hurt to walk away....
☁ — DAWNINGHOPE (faith) — She had a fire within her, even if she wanted a domestic life, and she intrigued Stormreign.
SPRINGCLAN WARRIOR FR. SHARD/FROZEN MALE, SINGLE AROMANTIC/ASEXUAL
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WOLFWASTE
SPRINGCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SINGLE BISEXUAL NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"] With his neatly refined coat and articulate manner of speaking, very few cats believe he was ever the loner he claims to be. His sleek copper fur reflects auburn in the sunlight, matched by a pair of inquisitive green eyes, and flows over a limber and toned willowy body. The scars marking his body suggest the harsh life of a warrior: few rogues would have fought in so many battles, and none of them would have survived without the aid of a trained medicine cat. His left ear is split down to the base, he's missing patches of fur on his flanks and lower back leg, but the most flagrant wound is the long scar curling beneath his eye and down through the side of his throat, matched by the bite marks in his scruff. He was a SunClan warrior when he was sent out to break the first wave of defenses during a siege, and he was sent out to die. He tore his way through their ranks until the cats were pulling him down into to the dirt, and his best friend, his half-brother, sacrificed himself to save Wolfwaste. His mother saved his life then, faked his death and dragged from out of the battle and into a new clan. Was he supposed to thank her? Of the pair, he can't deny his brother was always his better half: Myriadwolf wasn't articulate or intelligent like Timesquandor, but he was pleasant to be around, optimistic and trusting. He was sweet, he believed the best in others even after he was proven wrong, and he was willing to take risks to help others. A selfish cat him Timesquandor could never understand that. He's been stuck in his old ways for so long, this selfish and judgmental tom isn't sure he can change, but for his friend he has to try. His new name is an adaptation of the old - waste for his former name Timesquandor, for the life he's wasted thus far, for the untimely death that wasted his brother's potential; wolf in memory of the best cat he's ever known - and he's determined to find new meaning in it. Perhaps he can curb his own negativity, perhaps he can put his intellect to good use, perhaps he can learn to laugh, if only he can stop looking over his shoulder. He has a long journey ahead of him, but for the first time in a long while, Wolfwaste wants to take it.
RAVENPAW /SIGHT
SPRINGCLAN APPRENTICE MALE, SINGLE
[attr="class","plsc"] Insightful yet critical, this put-together large black tom is the bane of his clanmates. He grew up confident due to his place as the biggest of his litter; he was harder to push around and found he could fend off his siblings when necessary. Ravensight was quick to grow, though by the time he reached the age of a warrior, he was only slightly above average. His strength is far from his only virtue, however: he has perceptive eyes and a clever mind. If there's anything Ravensight excels at, it's picking out what other cats try to hide and throwing it back in their faces. He likes to find weak points and vulnerabilities and exploit them. His siblings are Crowtalon, Rookflight, Jackdawcry, Magpiefrost, and Hoodiedrop.
CONDORSTRIKE
SUMMERCLAN SENIOR WARRIOR MALE, THUNDERSTORM THREE LITTERS OF KITS
[attr="class","plsc"]After the divorce, he realized how much of his life he had invested in a relationship that wasn't working. He spent years with a mate that never loved him and cheated on him constantly, who went on fiery rampages and executed her enemies and took over clans, but by then he was already committed. He had fallen in love with Foxstar, had given up everything he treasured to be with her, and he refused to believe it had all been for nothing. But eventually he had to face the truth. Condorstrike was drawn to power just like his father, but he was far out of his realm, and desire had left him naïve. He had given up on the small joys in his life in pursuit of his stolen daughter, despite the indifference of his mate; he isolated himself from his own flesh and blood to form a new family he never felt comfortable around; he found himself lost in an empty new clan worshipping strange gods he loathed and feared. When Foxstar left him, he had nothing left from years of his life but regrets. He went to visit his estranged daughter, but she turned him away. With nowhere left to go, he had to start a new life, and he found himself seeking a new start in SummerClan. It won't be easy to start over and make something of himself, but he has to try, because he can't stand to finish his life alone and unaccomplished. For once in his life he wants to be a self-made cat, to have his own life and joys and accomplishments; he doesn't know if he will ever find love again, so he must make himself into a cat he can accept and love. Maybe with time his family will forgive him and let him back into their lives. In his new life, he discovered how very little he truly knows, and he wants to learn more, to be better educated, but he has no idea where to start. He knows how to hunt and fight and fish like a WaterClan cat, but he yearns for something new. Condorstrike has always feared not being good enough, and Foxstar used that fear against him; he can't let that happen again. After his experience with her, he became much more cautious around other cats and struggles to let them get close. He is an honest and open cat, but there are many truths he is uncomfortable sharing, despite knowing the value in getting them out there. He can be overly cautious and reads into body language more than words, hoping to chase out any deceit that way, but tries to keep in mind the inherent goodness of most cats around him. Genuine compliments, even just small things, touch him and make him genuinely happy to the point it can be almost overwhelming. Condorstrike is a good cat, even if he may not realize it; he works hard to be better than he is and he can only hope it works. He has been lonely for so long, all he wants is a peaceful, mundane life of helping his clan and finding a friend or two along the way. A brown agouti tabby with muddy brown eyes and a touch of white on his muzzle, as he aged he lost some of the youthful roundness that made him comely.
RAGINGSPIRE
SUMMERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, INTERESTED IN DAWNMEMORIES DEMISEXUAL
[attr="class","plsc"]He is an intense believer in the physical realm — the grass beneath his paws, the sun hanging above his head, the soft cry of a kit being born. He pays little mind to religious matters, a stern and devout atheist, and while he is not dumb or inarticulate, the subtle intricacies of the world are lost on him. He is known for his steaming hot head and war hawk personality, ready to leap to his paws and defend himself at every minor transgression, challenging authority when he disagrees with their opinion. It has landed him into trouble more than once, but his unvanquished rage defines him. Too much time spend thinking is frustrating to such a hands-on tom, who would rather face his enemy in a fight than negotiate with them; he backs up his statements with power. Ragingspire is not an overly violent or angry cat. He stands up for himself, though, and won't let anyone push him or his clan around. Fiercely loyal and dedicated, none can question his devotion to his clan, or his heart. Passion is not always a bad thing, and has served him well on more than one occasion. His fire stems from his emotional side, and in the end he is a family man, though valuing kin above clan is a difficult struggle for him. The only reason he exhibits such explosive fury or opinions is because he cares deeply for the cats around him, and he does not play Devil's Advocate — his opinion, when expressed, is fully his own. Despite being born to a clan leader a part of him has always felt an outsider, laying on uncertain ground as his clanmates question his swelling bitterness, and he is determined to prove he deserves this place in the clan. Ragingspire has earned respect for himself, and none will try and rob him of his pride; if they do, they'll be sorry. A hard and fierce body is contained beneath a dark golden-brown tabby coat, deeper than his father Currentstrike's.
SOOTSTEP
SUMMERCLAN WARRIOR FR. SOOTWHISKER MALE, REALLY MAD AT DAWNMEMORIES
[attr="class","plsc"]His war cries rang through the camp when he was a kit: "krah!" "mrrow!" "hassss!" He fought warrior, kit, and apprentice alike, ambushing everyone who ran past, running beneath their paws. Some hopeful warriors thought he was just working really hard and really wanted to grow up, but he enjoyed being young, and he liked playing games. He was confident, strong, and above all, healthy. He has rounded cobalt eyes with a slight haze in his left eye, just barely impairing his vision, though he did not realize this until he became an apprentice. Before then, it was assumed his clumsiness was a result of his youth. In truth this dark gray tom looks strikingly similar to a beloved elder of the clan, Sootwhisker, who was with them for many moons before he passed. But Sootwhisker bore no kits during his lifetime, so they could not be related; and yet... what else explains the similarities between this loner and the old sun guard? The truth is when Sootwhisker died he was not put to rest as he wished; he did not get to even look upon the love of his life. Instead he found his memory gone and his body restored as he was reincarnated. He did not know this was the plan to get him to be with his mate again; instead his few moments of death were filled with confusion and loss and fear. Sootstep is not interested in love in the least. He just wants to play and fight and be a good warrior. Because Sootwhisker did not know the plan, he swore he would not take a new mate in a new life, because of his love and loyalty to Reddawn. Without realizing it, he may have ruined their last chance of being together.
JAYJACK
FALLCLAN AURULENT MALE, SINGLE HETEROROMANTIC/ACE ADOPTED TRAINEES
[attr="class","plsc"]Raising Beebuzz, Mastershrine, Kingthorn, and Marchdance
Fierce, honest, inspiring - he could be the envy of many warriors. He knows his own limitations and more importantly his strengths, and he is forward with his mistakes. When Jayjack makes an error, he owns up to it: he doesn't make excuses, he doesn't assign blame, he apologizes and moves on. Some cats accuse him of being arrogant, but arrogance is unearned, and every inch of his confident demeanor is supported by fact. Like all of the best warriors, he is often confronted with cruel speech about his nature: cats that claim he is too rude, too harsh, too condescending. Jayjack is a teacher, he spreads his knowledge when due, and just as he owns his mistakes he asks everyone else to do so. Excuses fire him up and anger him, lies and deceit even more so. He is a forward cat and he demands others expose their true selves as well, not hide behind a mask. His bluntness may be interpreted as rude by the offended, but it isn't his job to guard their soft hearts, he does what he must. In his heart Jayjack wants the best for his clan, and he will do what it takes to defend them. If that means exposing corruption, arguing with the feeble, defending the meek, or scolding apprentices, so be it.
CROWNGLASS
FALLCLAN WARRIOR MALE, SEABLOSSOM HETEROSEXUAL TWO LITTERS
[attr="class","plsc"]His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. He found a new mate in his new home, and when their clan was destroyed, he found her again so they could finish their lives together. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes.
STRIPE
WINTERCLAN PRISONER MALE, FR. GLOWSTAR HETEROROMANTIC ACE NO KITTENS
[attr="class","plsc"]The little brother that outgrew his family, this bright-eyed, bushy-tailed young tom is playful and doesn't know his own strength. His other brothers warn him countless times to be careful, but with this much energy he can't help it. There's no settling down when you're young, and he likes to charge about the land tearing it up with his paws and yowling his joy to the skies. His big paws make him clumsy but he doesn't mind, happy to giggle and prance. Beneath his dense coat is an unknown load of strength and muscle; he has no idea that his strength outweighs his brothers, to the point it's nearly ridiculous. He won't be going down easily in a fight, quick and efficient but still with a heart. He won't take lives on purpose, though his brothers fear it is bound to happen if he doesn't control himself better. Love is an exciting concept to him and his search of it borders on obsession, examining all of his relationships to find that perfect she-cat. He's goofy and handsome — his dark pelt is a deeper-than-slate gray or black, depending on the light, with a white stripe across the bridge of his muzzle and an ash-black one down his spine that gives him his name. Accepting and understanding, secrets are well kept, that's for certain, and he doesn't mind when cats are different. Really, it just fascinated him. Some say he's never done a day of real work in his life, and they'd be right; is it really work when you love what you do so completely?
HARLOW
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, THUNDERBOLT BISEXUAL ONE LITTER
[attr="class","plsc"]Thick dark gray fur lays in scattered curls that cling together into stiff locks when it clumps together from the snow. His fur is as haphazardly disorganized as he is; he has never been on time in his life, never knew where he was meant to be, or what he should be doing. He left Absum Lux when he was young with his brother, a thrill seeker following adventure, eager and hopeful he'd find his destiny waiting before him. Was he meant to be a great hunter, or a fearless warrior? Would stealth be his forte, or scouting? Already he knew he was not a born leader, but Harlow didn't mind, he knew he had some hidden skills to uncover. As the moon passed by he joined WinterClan and was delighted by the foreign world, the quiet of the trees and the secrets in the wind and the cool air rifling through his fur, even the melting flakes of snow his fur blends so poorly with. The cats were cold, but he was used to that, and the chill of their hearts did not discourage him. His brother Jester found a mate and settled down, and Harlow found himself falling for her for just a bit... though he knew better, he couldn't help himself, and did his best to stay away. No other she-cats were ever interested in him, he was too scattered and too childish and too average, and he was desperate. It was a stroke of fate that killed his niece, an unfortunate incident, but it did the impossible. Her death brought him closer to Frozendreams than ever, and as she fought with Jester, she fell for him as well. They were in love, starting a family, and he had everything, and then Jester had to ruin it, and as blood ran from his paws Harlow found himself lost, the love of his life dead, his brother fled, and he disowned his kits, pretended they had never belonged to him. What else could he do? He was left to watch them grow up, his heart twisted and bitter, and tried to forget. He never could. His niece Wintrystar is the leader of WinterClan and he fears the day she learns what he has done.
EMBERBRAND
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, DAPPLEDGLACIER ONE LITTER
[attr="class","plsc"]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.
ROBINRING
WINTERCLAN WARRIOR MALE, CHALLENGING ROSESHADE
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LIMEKIT /LIGHT
WINTERCLAN KITTEN FEMALE, SINGLE UNKNOWN SEXUALITY
[attr="class","plsc"]The party doesn't start til she walks in. Limelight is always the last one on 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 creation: 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).
