MAGICKIT monster ❅ bananice
Boo! Ahahaha! You should have seen the look on your face! It was priceless. All the prey in the world couldn't be exchanged for that face. Huh? Be more careful? What! Are you afraid of the boogeyman? Ants crawling up your skin? Slowly tearing you apart without you even realizing? Hehe. Anyway, my hunting crouch has gotten even better, huh? You didn't even see me! Slinking along the shadows is my specialty. This black coat is useful for something. I can see it now. I'm following an intruder in the shade of the trees. And then, I pounce like bam! We fall, tumble down the hill! Snow whips up around us! Fwoosh! Haha. And then, they break their neck on a rock like kachow. I know, I know. It's real cool. What's with that face? Too much? Ah, sorry about that. I don't know what comes over me. So, how're you doing? Something bad happen recently? Oh! That's horrible! I can't believe they did that! They should pay. Drag 'em over the coals, pull their claws out or... I don't know, hang them over a cliff. Too much? Again! You're no fun. Really? You haven't told anyone and no one has noticed until now. Hehe, I guess you can say I'm psychic. But hey, let's do something fun! Anything is better than sulking around here. You wanna see a trick? Okay, you see this leaf? Pretty big, huh? I'll shift it around, and I'll bat it and oops- dropped it! Back on track, one last pass and... ta-dah! It's gone. Heh. Thank you. I love that dumb founded look on your face. Almost as good as that look of horror you gave me earlier. Like you genuinely believed I would kill you. I'm glad it made you feel a little better. Well, ready to go. Not so sure. Okay, I'm gonna go. But I wanna say. You know how the things we tend to fear the most are the unknown? I think the opposite. It's the things we know are true that are the scariest. The boogeyman isn't scary. One in cat skin is scary. Are you afraid of it? I would be.
Rank: Youth
Mentor: None (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies)
Flowers: None

sorry for such a long wait you guys! i’ll add them all tonight when i’m home! thanks for joining winter! ♥

FAWNLEAP ❅ RAINWHISPER
An amber-eyed brown and orange tabby tom with a white chest, underbelly, and paws. Boisterous, flirtatious, and prideful, Fawnleap is the type of cat who often gets into trouble for rubbing someone the wrong way. He isn't really too concerned with the opinions of others, and will often act out against the wishes of others simply to upset them. This is related to his upbringing, having been raised as a loner outside of WinterClan by his father Pine after his mother passed away when giving birth to the tom. He was fairly rebellious in his youth, and eventually fled his father's company to join his mother's clan to spite him. His mother left Winterclan to seek out a more leisurely life, a fact Fawnleap still remains sensitive too should anyone bring up. He approached the territory, explaining himself to be the son of Rosefrost and possessing the desire to train as a warrior. Ever since that day, his behavior hasn't exactly improved... at least in the immediate sense. He isn't very hesitant with attempting to smooth talk other she-cats, is typically only leads to them turning on him out of pure annoyance. He may be rude, inconsiderate, and impulsive in his actions, but he isn't always a terrible tom. He has a soft heart for nursing queens, it's likely the only time she-cats don't see a scandalous tom-cat but a kindhearted gentleman. During times of famine are the most this side of him is seen, as he is the first one in leafbare to go on a hunting patrol all in an effort to ensure the queens are properly fed. Unfortunately for many, this doesn't last very long and the tom will usually switch back to his former self. Some believe this is because the tom is purposely trying to ensure he forever remains alone in the world.
Rank Runaway
Mentor: XXX
Flowers:
Skype Username: I only have a discord, skype tends to go off at the worst of times and have to have my computer during my college classes.

Morningsnow ❅ Spiderheart
Morningsnow is an interesting looking she-cat, not because of her thick white pelt and the ginger atop her head and ears but because of her different colored eyes. While one of Morningsnows eyes is an icy blue the other is a dull earthy green. Morningsnow was born to be a warrior, falling naturally into fighting her skills are impressive, she is a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to learning and extremely serious. Even as an apprentice she would strive to be the best, training hard until she was either to exhausted to go on or until she had reached her goal. Morningsnow is not known to be unfriendly though I suppose that also depends on how you view things, she is strict and she will push you to your limits but not because she is unkind. She does it because she knows you can be better. There is never a time in life when you stop learning and growing, and time wasted is knowledge lost in her eyes. Perhaps the fact that she was brought up by strict parents is why she has become this way, she had not been given the chance to be like the other kits and apprentices; fun was not part of her world. Morningsnow became stronger having focused only on her skills and abilities. Morningsnow is a loyal warrior to her clan, she is always ready to protect them with tooth and claw as it is what she was born to do. The she-cat had never planned on having kits, she did not have the time or the desire to stop her duties to raise them. Unfortunately for her she had been careless, what others would call a blessing she calls a mistake. Morningsnow decided she would raise the kits she had only so that she could keep a close eye on them and teach them the importance of being a strong and loyal warrior, she does not tolerate weakness especially from her children. She is not the soft motherly type and although many have tried to speak to her about how she behaves with her children she has no plans to change or alter herself even for the sake of her kit. She is the mother of Aspenwing, Frostymountain, and Wildbreeze.
Rank: Mother
Mentor: (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies)
Flowers: Alpenrose


I am still looking for a RPer for Wildkit but here is the thread.
warriorcatclans2.freeforums.net/post/35835/thread

ASPENKIT wing ❅ SPIDERHEART
Aspenwing is a long-pelted, dark grey and white she-cat with black tabby stripes and scattered patches of light brown. The she-cat has eyes not often seen, Aspenwing like her mother and littermates was born with Heterochromia, her right eye is a pool of pale green while her left eye glows a rich earthy brown. She was born to Morningsnow, a strict cat who made it clear from the start that being a mother was nothing but a burden to her. Aspenwing has never known the comfort of motherly love or the bond shared between kit and queen as Morningsnow made it a point to bring her and her siblings up to be nothing more than perfect warriors, a life of yelling and a sheltered existence. All critical experiences that lead to her now socially awkward life. Aspenwing has no knowledge on how to interact properly with others and any time she tries or is approached her nerves get the better of her and often times she will begin to panic or make a hasty exit. She wants nothing more than to be able to interact with others normally if only she could stop the overwhelming fear that bubbles inside of her, it is something she knows she needs to work on and in time perhaps she will succeed. Aspenwing feels she is a disappointment to her mother though StarClan knows why it should matter considering the way she was raised and treated by the queen, but still that is how it is. Aspenwings cares deeply for her littermates though the bond between her and her brother Snowymountain is unbreakable, always there for one another when they were young they had grown to rely on each other for comfort. Her sister Wildbreeze was always more independent than the others, she still loves her sister very much but their connection is not nearly as strong.
Kit
Mentor: (Students & Runaways only, if none is put one will be assigned in the coming ceremonies)
Flowers:Will decide later

CROWSENSE ❅ BLUE

He grew up a wanderer. He settled in a hunter. He fled a traitor. Even as each stage of his life has come and gone, though, remnants of his past still cling on desperately. There will always be a small part of him, desperate to rebuild the legacy of his bloodline, descendant to a long-ago member of the ancient CrowClan’s last leadership and the distant offspring of one of the same Clan’s latter healers. He is what remains of a legacy all but forgotten, the fleeting romance of a Scion and a Shadow See’r eventually resulting in a life where he never quite belonged. He was born a rogue, raised on stories of his ancestors. He was always fascinated by the topic, and when one day he set off on his own it was on a quest to rekindle the history of his bloodline. He wanted to bring back CrowClan. From the start it was a futile quest. He wandered for a time, Crow to the rogues and loners he met and Crowseeker to any found Clans, but eventually found a place to settle for a time by the former name. His first stop on his mission was Primal Instinct, yet for a long time he was stuck there, far from his planned continued wandering. Just like everyone else, he was forced to stay in the League on threat of death. And he became some semblance of content with that role for a while. His time trapped in the League, a place where he thought he’d find the highest concentration of CrowClan cats, opened his eyes to one thing at least. His lineage would likely never return. It had been moons and seasons and more since CrowClan last was together, and no one would follow him of all cats on a quest that bordered on suicidal. It was always hard to believe he was actually descended from the cats he claimed anyways. Sleek black and rich orange patched across his pelt, interrupted with only a few stray splashes of white, marked him as more than just a calico but as a genetic defect, a chimera with different genetics patched through his body, that barely even resembled the golden-brown of his great-grandfather and only barely echoed the black, ginger-blazed fur of his great-grandmother. Even his eyes barely match, yellow-green chartreuse instead of the bright ivy-green or dull blue of his ancestors, long fur nothing like their sleek pelts. He had no proof to persuade anyone to follow him past his own word, and so he abandoned his dream. He focused instead on loyalty to the place he now called home, dedicating himself to whatever simultaneously mad and brilliant plan the former Nemesis, Vera E’tani, chose to lead Primal Instinct on. He hadn’t quite settled into the rhythm of the League, however, before he found a new passion to pursue. It was through a brief romance of his own, cut short not by death as his ancestor Burn faced but through poor circumstance, that he realized how he didn’t have to bring CrowClan back to life to honor the legacy he had inherited. He met a WinterClan cat by chance, and far too easily he fell in love with Razorkiss. Their foolish love nearly cost each other their lives, merely meeting each other a second time and any time past that a risk. Neither group was friendly at the time, relationships with outsiders forbidden to both cats. But they couldn’t resist. It could never last, though, and Crow barely had the time to learn Razorkiss was expecting his kits before they decided to break things off. It was enough for him, though. He had continued his legacy, even if they might never know the history their blood carried. From there he fell into a routine, going through the motions as Vera E’tani led the League through triumph and tragedy. And then, one day, the Nemesis that had long forced Crow to stay put left. And, for a time, Crow was lost. He had built himself up around loyalty not necessarily to the Nemesis of the League but Vera. And she was gone. It wasn’t long before an old itch rose up again, an itch to wander. But this time he knew where to go. He was going to find the cat he had loved. He was going to meet the kits he never knew. He was going to WinterClan, to properly pass down his bloodline’s legacy. Perhaps with the only kin he has he could find a place to truly fit in.

Rank: Soldier
Flowers: Alpenrose


VIOLAHOPE ❅ BLUE

She’s the odd one out, the female of the litter, the only not to inherit the distinctive hemingway paws her brothers all carry and the only of an average size against her brothers’ huge statures. She doesn’t mind this, though. She is one of them regardless of how she may look. Unbeknownst to her, she takes after her father in terms of figure, the lean shape hidden under silky fur drawing more from the CrowClan blood pumping through her veins. She is a cat of royalty, and even if she is unaware of that heritage she can lay claim to, she certainly thinks as much. Her brothers are open about their perceived importance, Gods among simple creatures, and while she sees herself as no less grand she tends towards a subtler approach. Not too subtle, of course. She’s the sort to get in your head, silken words driving a cat to madness. She finds the torment of others beautiful, thinking violence like art. While her brothers act as Gods, she herself acts as their loyal demon. If a cat is deemed undesirable by her brothers, she is the one to cloak into shadows, carving masterpieces into their pelts and bleeding terrible madness into their minds. Those that survive her performance often don’t draw the ire of her or her littermates again. She’s a tormentor, a master at learning what makes others tick and how to edge another to their breaking point. Perhaps it is her blood manifesting in all the worst ways. After all, though she was abandoned at birth as the illicit child of a mother from WinterClan and a father from Primal Instinct, she certainly has terrible roots to draw from. Her mother offers blood descending from Angel E’tani, a former leader of the League, while her father descends from the leadership of the long-ago CrowClan. She certainly is from the epitome of terrible, the leadership of those groups from horror stories told to kittens trickling down to this horror of a she-cat. Her name is beautiful, given by her estranged mother in the hopes she would inherit the strength of her namesake, a flower able to endure the cold of winter. After all, a she-kit needed a strong name to survive in the cold world she has inherited. While her actions seem to suggest everything but beauty, her appearance seems to reflect a much. Her pelt is laid in white, tendrils of shadow reaching delicately from her spine, wreathing around her forelegs and leaving marks across her face. Her silken tail streaks in black and white, blending seamlessly into the fingers of shadows reaching from her body when held low, something only done in times when she sets to work on her ‘art’. Usually she holds the plumy appendage high, graceful confidence in her stride, but she turns to light steps and careful movements when stealing through the shadows and set upon her devil’s work. Hazel eyes never miss a beat, every detail noted and every weakness exploited. She doesn’t mind her place as a killer and torturer in the name of her brothers. She loves every victim fallen to her claws and every cat cowering under her torment. As their loyal devil, she is certain a piece of the power they all are destined to will be hers. They deal with the intricacies. Barrenfrost is the leader who organizes their eventual rise to power. Greysin is the brute force of her littermates, facing open threats head on with almost unrivaled skill. Stygianblack is the one to draw more to their side, the supposedly caring face of the litter. Violahope is only there to ensure none get in her brothers’ way. Any that dare try don’t last long before becoming just another piece of art, a remnant of the work she leaves behind. For those who don’t fall beneath her claws, it is only the fools who continue to fight against them. Fools who only ever end up sprawled in their own blood for their error.

Rank: Soldier
Flowers: Germander Speedwell and Spring Snowflake


VANILLA BEAN ❅ BLUE

She’s not WinterClan by blood, not by a long shot. Her parents were just passing loners, unfortunate enough to be caught by one of the worst cats to find. Barrenfrost is not a merciful cat after all, and his power was too much for the unfortunate pair. An innocent kit was left to wander, separated from her parents. She was too young, far too young. She could just recall the voice of her father, telling her to meet him some place special if him and her mother took long to return before they disappeared into the snow. She waited for what felt like days, though in reality it was still several hours before she finally stirred from her little hideaway. She wasn’t prepared for the biting cold of WinterClan territory, and she could barely remember where her father told her to go. Did he want her to follow the mountain up or turn away from the biting chill of the snow and ice? She couldn’t remember, left to wander for what felt like forever. Little did she know that her parents were already long dead. She likely would’ve joined them, frozen to death on the mountainside, if their murderer didn’t appear. He didn’t want foxes attracted by the bodies, and as he set off to dispose of them he came across a little bundle of soft chocolate-and-white fur. The kit was hunched in the snow, cold as ice and pitiful. She looked up at the huge tom that found her, stammering out that she was meant to meet her father but that she hadn’t a clue as to where. She didn’t know where her mama and papa went, and she was cold and tired and hungry. It’s a miracle the innocent child survived, patches of soft brown across her back and the top of her head echoing the two cats the frozen was out to get rid of for good, fluffy chocolate tail and sea glass blue eyes marking her as the daughter of the cats he had so recently killed. Somehow this innocent child found the one piece of Barrenfrost’s heart that wasn’t blackened with malicious intent. Somehow she managed to squeeze through, spark a hint of guilt in the heartless tom. He claimed to be the father she was looking so hard for, lying to spare the innocent life. He took her in, taking her back to WinterClan with him. Of course, saving the life he doomed wasn’t his only motivation. Named Vanilla Bean by her adopted father, the little kitten grew close to him, calling him her ‘papa Bear’. However, he has use for her just as he does for all his other ‘play things’. She’s used as bait, taken out to be a lost little she-cat trying to find someone to help her, to guide her to where she claims to be headed, before he comes along, capturing whatever poor victim she lured in to be just another toy for him to play with. She follows him around all the time, the little kit that somehow got past the frozen’s brutal outer shell. She has a soft, thick pelt, perfect for the ruthless environment she’s been adopted into. And with soft eyes and a gentle look she’s all to effective in the role she unintentionally plays. She just sees her papa’s toys and more friends, brought back home to play with. She doesn’t notice the brutal treatment they face, too young and naive to truly understand it. It’s only a matter of time before that’s likely to change, though. Kits all grow up some day.

Rank: Soldier
Flowers: Orchid and Hepatica

Skype Username: BlueKay

HEL ❅ OCEANIX
Born as a middle child to Loki E'Claire and Thoren. She is one of the forgotten middle children of her litter. She is a true blend of her parents, a melanistic tabby with the electrifying green eyes of her mother Loki E'Claire. She remains fourth inline for the Throne and will never see the throne, because it remains in the paws of her older brother Forseti. She is not kind and was given the nickname ice queen for a reason.
Prisoner?

MINTLEAF ❅ LOST
Mintleaf is a gorgeous, long-haired she-cat with a coat of smoky gray. Her eyes are a brilliant, clear, pale green. Mintleaf is a feisty, sharp-tongued cat, her mouth usually working faster than her mind. She is always defending herself to others, though she has no need, as she has proved herself time and time again. Mintleaf was born in SummerClan — the offspring of a SummerClan she-cat and a WinterClan tom. When Mintleaf had hardly opened her eyes, her father came to SummerClan one night and forced Mintleaf, her siblings, and her mother out of camp and to WinterClan. Mintleaf’s mother, once away from her clan, fought the tom with tooth and claw, but it was all for not. Her mother died, littered with deep, gutting wounds. Although young, Mintleaf has never been able to push the image from her mind. Her father held her and her siblings as his own prisoners in WinterClan, despite their blood. He pitted them against each other, forcing them to fight and train to be the best. He drove two of the kits to their graves, weak from the cold and their wounds. Mintleaf and her remaining litter mate, Lemonspeckle, were only eight moons when they stood together against their father and killed him, avenging their mother, their lost brothers, and all the others that had been affected by their father’s cold heart. The two apprentices, at the time, never spoke a word of their father’s death, nor was his body ever recovered. Mintleaf stayed behind in WinterClan, knowing that she belonged in the cold, in the ruthlessness. She felt it was what she deserved for what she had done. Lemonspeckle returned to their old home in SummerClan. Mintleaf fits in well with her clan, an avid fighter, cold to outsiders, and sometimes even those in her own clan. She lost the ability to trust anyone, though she makes a good show of it. Deep down, she is lonely and knows that she is destined to live with the hanging shadows of her past forever.

Soldier