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○ No adding dead cats that never existed. They had to have been rped living at one point the only exception for this are kittens who were stillborn or in a miscarriage
○ Apprentices in StarClan gain a warrior name in death, below are the apprentice suffixes
○ Medicine cats are allowed passage into any heaven and dark forest. Medicine cats cannot be harmed nor can they do harm, any attempts at hurting another or being hurt will result in the claw swiping right through theme like a ghost
AMBERSKY Username: paogirl18 A caramel brown tabby she-cat with bright amber eyes. She is a quiet cat that likes to observe more than interact. In truth, she is a shy cat and tries to stay out of others' way as much as possible. She isn't cold like her mother was but she is distant and isn't very good with socializing. She has a hard time opening up to others, sometimes with her own siblings as well. She is not sure on a lot of things outside of herbs and can seem indecisive. She trust her twin brother the most and more often than not, sticks to his side like a sticker-burr. She is a scaredy cat and is usually one of the first to get picked on. She is as loyal as can be even with her shyness. She doesn't like to hurt others' feelings and tends to apologize for even the littlest of things, such as if she even slightly bumps into you. She has learned to be brave through her medicine cat training, but can only do so when she is doing her medicine cat duty. Her mother passed away do to her own pride as she refused to ask for help when she was deathly ill. Her twin brother was the one that decided to bring them to the clans after her death and they have resided there ever since. Her twin brother is Hawksight. Her other siblings are Icerime, Wildclover and Bloodspirit. Ambersky's mother was a loner named Frost, while her father is unknown. Clan/s: EarthClan || Death: Old Age || Living Rank/s: Medicine Cat Afterlife Rank: Medicine Cat Image: I'll look for the link in a moment
PEANUTBLOSSOM Username: paogirl18 Peanutblossom's life is a lie. Anyone would believe what they were told especially when they don't want to believe the truth. With fur the same light brown tabby as Hawksight and Ambersky's, no one would question his parentage. Even his siblings share traits that remind people of the siblings. So, how is his life a lie? With one amber gold eye and another electric blue eye, he's spotted the difference between the truth and the lie. He is in fact not Hawksight's son like everyone has been told and believes. His mother is Ambersky but he has no clue who his father is. Why would they lie to his siblings and him? He could understand lying to the clan as she would have lost her position as the clan's medicine cat. But why to her kits? Did their father even know they existed? Those are things he plans to find out, to uncover the truth. Peanutblossom has to aid anything to any of his siblings and doesn't plan to until he has all of the questions answered. That is, unless he needs their help in uncovering their true beginnings. With how his life has started, you can guarantee that he won't lie to anyone. He stays truthful to everyone he comes into contact with and is as blunt as possible so that no one can misinterpret what he says. Peanutblossom will bloom in the life of an honest, hard-working, warrior; one who plans to put his life into his family's secret. Clan/s: EarthClan || Death: Fell into the Gorge in EarthClan's Territory || Living Rank/s: Warrior Afterlife Rank: Warrior Image: [Leader, Deputy, and MC only]
JYNXLAUGHTER Username: paogirl18 Jynxlaughter is a tom cat named for his unlucky black fur. Even though his fur is mostly black, it has random white hairs scattered throughout his pelt and eyes that are a dead grass yellow with tiny specks of a lighter green mixed in. He is a honest cat but isn't one to back down from what he believes in, making him headstrong as well. This cat is not one to hold a grudge for more than a week maybe less depending on what happened and what the cause/outcome was. Being an energetic cat, many find him over baring or annoying at times. Jynxlaughter knows when to smother someone and when to back off but he only goofs off because he wants to make everyone smile and laugh. Some believe he is a naïve cat but in reality, he's able to be carefree and observant all in one. He is serious when he needs to and always steps up to protect his clan mates when they need it but otherwise leaves them to fight their own battles. Jynxlaughter knows when to back off in fights, when to protect his clan mates and when to goof off. He has a mate that understands his ways, such as the protectiveness and carefree parts, and gets his dream of making even the grumpiest of cats crack a smile. He also wishes for kits because they always seem to be able to bring a smile to anyone's face. Though, he's not to sure as to how he'll get those kits. Clan/s: MoonClan || Death: Protecting Spookbat during the battle of MoonClan vs. Pride group || Living Rank/s: Warrior Afterlife Rank: Warrior Image: [Leader, Deputy, and MC only]
ECLIPSE Username: paogirl18 He has traveled further then most cats his age could ever dream. His lived many lives; kittypet, loner, tribe member. Eclipse of the Dawning Sky originates from a far off land where he was the last of his tribe, a dying group to stubborn to move on. Soon the land was plagued with fire, forcing the cats to separate and run for their lives. From there he traveled with his sister Solar Sun that Reigns Down as far as they could until they were captured. The twoleg that had taken them in, cared for them well; never once allowing them to go hungry. When the elder twoleg had died, Eclipse said goodbye to his sister who chose to stay with her new twoleg, a relative of their last one. That was many years ago, he has not seen Solar since then. The long haired black and white, mostly black, tom cat traveled even further from that land where he'd found brief love in a she-cat named Rose. His mate birthed them one kit, before passing away, a daughter by the name of Sun. Sun was the light of his world, a new reason for living in a dreadful world until he lost her as well. Like her mother, the ginger she-cat had passed shortly after her kitting; staying alive long enough to name those she left behind. The green eyed tom may have stayed in that place where he buried two of his loved ones if the kits hadn't fallen ill. The four kits were barely old enough to be walking when he mushed them towards the clans. He'd discovered them a few months ago, due to his daughter discovering them. She's fallen in love with one of the toms in the clans, the same one who was the father of Eclipse's grandkits. Things would never be easy for this old tom cat as he struggled to keep fighting and bring the kits to a new home, somewhere where they could be safe. His grandkits, Sunrise, Starlight, Midnight and Twilight may never know their father as even Eclipse didn't know him. With Sunrise clenched between his jaws, the elder had found the territory of Brookclan, it was there that he would live out the rest of his life and watch as his grandkits grew. Sadly, Sunrise would never live with the clan as the kit died the same day they found the clan. He'd tell the cats of the clan stories of his travels, of the legends from back where he originated, and the stories of the stars. Stories he'd told his daughter and mate years beforehand. Eclipse's grandkits have taken on the warrior names Starlightarrow, Midnightcomet and Twilightmoon. The old tom cat continues to find that ray of sunlight in each day as he remembers that the sun can only block the moon for so long. Clan/s: BrookClan || Death: Old Age || Living Rank/s: Voiny Afterlife Rank: Elder He didn't believe in StarClan or BrookClan's religion so I'm not sure where you want him. His background is that he's from a far away land that had a tribe that he's the last of them and he's dead so.
How does one summarize an entire lifetime of meaning into but a few sentences? How do they define their happiest moment, when there are too many to count? Phoenixstar is a cat who has lived a full life, albeit one that wasn't all too easy. Her father attempted to drown her as a kit because she threatened his control of their family with her quick wit and willingness to be outspoken, her mother dead at only a half-moon of the young silver tabby's life. But she lived, and built a life for herself from the ashes. She was taken into WaterClan and raised, and one day, she became co-deputy, then deputy, then leader. Her lives were lost mostly to her three kittings, and she gave two of her lives to save the lives of her youngest litter, one for each of the two kits, two others lost from the sheer difficulty of the kitting itself, which marked the end of her time as WaterClan's leader. Her mate, and much of her other family, died thanks to the sickness that plagued WaterClan, claiming one of her last two lives, and she retired to SummerClan, only to return to her WaterClan home when Chimerahunt needed help reclaiming it from the clutches of Riverwolf. Dead only a few sunrises later, she doesn't regret a moment of anything. Her fire orange eyes fade to golden cores, as bright and spirited as ever, just like the cat whom they belong to. Kind and wise, with a sharp tongue and sharper wit, she is a cat who works to do right by others, even if it isn't easy, or popular at the time.
Clan/s: WaterClan, SummerClan || Death: Old Age || Living Rank/s: Leader (WaterClan) / Elder (SummerClan, WaterClan)
CHIEF MOON Worthless life, meaningless death, useless afterlife. For a VenomClan, both she and her clan are nothing to write home about. Her life was wasted chasing hollow goals, with a boring sort of death that claimed her lives all at once after a mere three and a half moon reign that yielded nothing. To say she is bitter is rather an understatement. Her shattered soul seeks out vengeance, reincarnation, anything to fill in the gaps, always chasing the next cruelest thing without ever finding anything to truly make her content. She's made more of a name for herself in death than ever in life, naturally, since she's one of the oldest there. She is the first face one sees upon death, and never is it a pleasant experience. In life, she was a mere simple beauty, a pretty silver-gray airhead with vivid sapphire eyes that looked and acted more kit than Commissioner; one whose position quite literally fell into her lap. She made it to the Commissioner battle, only given the title because her opponent was near immediately made Strategos, and she was the default choice. Three and a half moons of floundering her way through that, and somebody decided it was the wise idea to trust the 'mysterious' dimwit with the clan, all her own to run straight into the ground! Looking back on it all, she despises her life, with it's senseless ambitions and futile goals she talked more about than ever pursued. She hates the mocking tones of the leaders when they find out her story, the fact she has to prove herself better than her life has indicated with each new cat she meets. It is in death, that the feline, with her dingy off color pelt that hangs off a skeletal pelt and lackluster gemstone gaze watering with each racking cough, has come into her own, even despite the perpetual restlessness and inability to find anything meaningful for more than what seems like days at most. She'll fight tooth and claw for the respect she never rightfully earned during her days among the living, kill any cat, pull any strings to turn the clans against one another and finally give her something more to cling onto. ANYTHING more than what she could claim in her lifetime. Clan/s: VenomClan || Death: Greencough || Living Rank/s: Strategos Afterlife Rank: Leader Dark Forest or StarClan: Dark Forest Image: i.imgur.com/6pGmKv5.jpg
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 9, 2019 12:46:02 GMT -5
TIMEROUS Username: Honeystorm A pretty, scarlet husky patterned and white she-cat, with beautiful cerulean eyes, delicate but not easily broken. Not that it mattered much, when Foxstar came. The Priestess always had been the ruthless sort. Cursed at birth to be obsessed with time, since her death, she seems to have been set free. Yet the patterns still remain in some form or other. Curious, but organized, she's rather patient and kind, but always willing to do anything for her family and those she loves. Neither her life, nor her death, were ideal in any form, but everyone has limited time. Hers simply came much before she'd desired. Clans: WaterClan, Toxicity, Primal Instinct, Renegade Regime | Death: Murdered by Foxstar | Living Ranks: Huntress(PI), Scout(RR), idk how old she was when she left Water/Tox, but those ranks too Afterlife Rank: Warrior Dark Forest or StarClan: StarClan
ETERNALLAUGHTER Username: Honeystorm Sleek red tabby fur drapes over his frame, intense amber eyes peering from the long legged, angular cat's face, yet with torn up ears and a grotesque smile permanently carved into his face. Of the StarClan cats, he is perhaps one of the more violent among them. His life was harsh, abused by his mother, the WaterClan cat, once upon a time WinterClan Medicine Cat, Yellowmoon. She killed his brother, his sister, would have killed him if she could, he imagines. And just when life became well again, when DayClan settled down, Foxstar had to come in and ruin it all. Had to kill all but one of the only litter he ever had, kill the she-cat he'd grown to care for, who he'd just convinced to leave the Regime for his own clan, perhaps with some members of her family. And then they were all dead. Two of his three kits, his mate, everyone. So he's a rather angry cat, unsurprisingly. If he could get away with it, he would raze SunClan itself, burn it to the ground in retribution and leave none but the innocent kittens alive. Clans: WaterClan, DayClan | Death: Murdered by Foxstar "| Living Ranks: Apprentice (WaterClan), Immortal Council (DayClan) Afterlife Rank: Deputy? (He was leader for a short while though when Glow was captured, so idk if he'd be Eternalstar now/in the Leader's section?) Image: image.wikifoundry.com/image/3/9aae9844756041fd89a6164c4c2c1c6c/GW223H329
According to the warrior cat series they appear in StarClan with the highest ranking title they earned so that would make Eternallaughter a leader in StarClan! Both have been added, I also only kept their warrior ranks, not apprentice ranks. Only because the only way someone can tell if someone was an apprentice in StarClan is by the rank section so it would have looked like they were apprentices if I included their apprentice rank titles
KASDEYA Username: nostalgic With a name of a demon, Kasdeya holds all the turmoil and complexity that one would expect from a fallen angel. The first thing that one notices about Kasdeya is her unique appearance- coating her wiry frame is a coat of cream fur, with a gray tail tip, one gray ear tip, and a gray semi-circle on her cheeks and underneath her chin. Her eyes are both brilliantly colored, one a fiery orange, and one a sapphire blue with a large brown birthmark. Tall, lean, and elegant, the way Kasdeya moves is elegant and bewitching. This she-cat was born in Primal Instinct to two parents who deserted, and were killed for it. Her younger sister was the runt of the litter, and was killed according to the laws of the time. Kasdeya grew up among Vera's reign, completely alone in the cutthroat League, and survived at great cost to her morality. A self-preservationist, warped to fit the black heart of the League, Kasdeya has a brittle outer shell. Most of her life was spent on the defensive, and she grew antagonistic, biting, brutal and clever as a result. Despite never knowing any other life, she eventually fled Primal Instinct and joined Dayclan. It was hardly an easy transition. Scarred from her time in the League, Kasdeya still struggles to make friends, preferring instead to trust herself rather than be hurt by others. She struggles with the ideals of Dayclan, not quite understanding true selflessness and kindness. Trained among League cats, Kasdeya is a fearsome opponent in battle, preferring to fight dirty and maim viciously. She remains somewhat untouchable- desperately craving affection while simultaneously not trusting anyone enough to let them close. She often feels she is undeserving of the second chance she's been given- she was hardly an innocent, honorable character when she left the League, and she feels like she isn't adapting well to Dayclan. Despite her touchiness, Kasdeya has found a sense of loyalty to her new clan, letting herself change bit by bit, and trust inch by inch. Just as she was gaining traction in her development, she was killed while saving Goldenpaw, the cat she viewed as a younger sister, from a rabid fox. Starclan deemed her worthy, and she joined the ranks, her trauma lessened in the afterlife.
Clans: Primal Instinct, Dayclan || Death: Killed by a fox || Living Rank: Deputy Afterlife Rank: Deputy Dark Forest or StarClan: Starclan Image: here
Post by Summerthyme on Apr 26, 2020 19:35:10 GMT -5
Leatherstar Username: SummerThyme Once upon a time snow collided with the sun's heat and created a tornado. Leatherstar was born and raised in WinterClan. His father, Blisteringstorm, being a harsh reserved and very masculine tom. His mother, Coralsnow, sweet, caring, gentle, and soft spoken. During Leatherstar's kithood WinterClan was lead by Goldenstar, a rather harsh leader who ruled with his claws. Young cats and adults were separated into Hunters and Prison Guards. Like his father, Leatherstar, was expected to become a Prison Guard. He had inherited Blisteringstorm's large muscular form, thick legs, neck, and tail. Long ivory claws, tall charply pointed ears, long lean muzzle, and thick chocolate brown pelt. Of his mother he had a crisp emerald gaze. Because of his fathers personality and strict expectations his parenting choices bordered on abuse. Forcing Leatherstar as a kit to walk on thorns, joust with extended claws, and hold his breath while his head was forced under rushing water. His fathers intentions to thicken his only kits skin, to force him to be the Prison Guard he know he could be. To prepare him to receive the intricate scar that would mar his pelt for life as a tribute to his strength and will power. But Blisteringstorm would never see that day. As WinterClan wound up for a battle, Blisteringstorm fell to a Primal Instinct cat. Coralsnow, brokenhearted, died in the night just a few days later unable to live without her mate. Leatherstar was now an apprentice at this time and finally had an appreciation for what his father had done to him. He did not morn his parents deaths. Instead he turned his attention on the path that had been predetermined for him since before he was kitted. But StarClan had other plans for the chocolate tom. As the feud between Goldenstar and his mate began to unravel the clan the two fought to the death leaving the clan surprised and in ruins. Within a blink of an eye an unexpected outsider stormed in and killed off the remaining heirs to the leadership, aside from one kit, Littlekit: Goldenstar's daughter, was spirited away to SunClan. Leatherstar often thought back on that time as he had grown fond of the small she-kit in ways he wasn't quite sure he understood clearly. As the stranger known as Understar took the reigns of leadership, he merely chose Leatherstar as an apprentice from the crowd and named him his deputy. Breaking every rule in the book. He received his warrior name as Leatherfern but Understar denied him his request to undergo the Prison Guard trials. The witty outsider realizing the wound marred on Leatherferns soul left by his father. During his time as deputy under Understar, you could say he looked up to the strange tom as a kit would to its father. Adopting the backwards morality lessons and tricks handed down to him by the unforgettable tom. While settling into his new role as deputy and proving himself to his older clan mates, that he was indeed capable despite his youth, he ran across a certain kit he once knew, now all grown up and as stunning as the snow covered mountain in springs clear skies. Littlekit was no longer a kit but a priestess promised of SunClan and wearing his colors like a robe of honor painted across her fluffy gray and white pelt. Her name now Littlebird. Leatherfern could remember thinking how fit that name was for the she-kit she once remembered her as. They met along their border always keeping to the unclaimed territory and rekindling that flame of friendship that grew into something more. A few short moons later Leatherfern was named Leatherstar upon Understars strange disappearance after a botched attack on SummerClan. Suddenly responsible for so much more so fast he looked forward to those moment he could sneak away to meet the love of his life. But happiness wasn't one of the cards dealt Leatherstar by StarClan. During one of his meetings with Littlebird she informed him that she was expecting. Elevated with joy Leatherstar was unprepared for what she said next. That they needed to remain loyal to their clans. They had to stop meeting. She would raise their kits in SunClan and Leatherstar needed to forget her and forget them. Life needed to move on for them both. Devastated, Leatherstar relented but as a passing gift, gave Littlestar his Warrior Bond. A bond intended only for the most connected of cats. A bond allowing each-other to feel the emotions and physical connections even across distances. Time went by in a blur. But leatherstar couldnt help but keep tabs on Littlebird. She had chosen a new mate among her own clan mates and was having a hard time with her pregnancy. He felt her pain as she gave birth to his kits in Sunclan. He ran the distance between WinterClan and SunClan as if stamina and weariness were not known to his aging bones. He arrived for their naming and was quickly and promptly threatened by Foxstar and ushered back to the border. As his kits aged he met them off and on. Fernkit and Lionkit proving to be so much in their own ways like Leatherstar and Littlebird. More time passed and he lost lives, lost leadership, wandered the territories in civil war, and returned back to claim WinterClan as StarClan lead him to. His kits were now warriors and his love now a leader. His heart was full from experiences and his body tired from a life lived over and over again. While he was a leader to many in a clan on top of a snowy mountain, he spent most of his life caring for one she-cat who chose duty over love and protecting her and his kits from the shadows. In his final moons, Leatherstar lead WinterClan to a new home, taught his daughter, Fernskip the ways of her blood heritage, and tried to right so many wrongs. In the end, the snowy mountain he loved so much claimed his final life and died beneath an avalanche of snow and ice. Fernskip spent several days and nights digging him out after the storm to give his body a proper burial. Though the she-cat was expected to lead WinterClan after her fathers death, she felt unprepared and sorrowful for her fathers passing. She decided to return to her birth clan of SunClan for the time being. Leatherstar was greeted by StarClan and welcomed in despite his many mistakes and faltering faith as a living cat. Now among the StarClan ranks he remains vigilant to Littlestar's and his kits needs. He follows them in the swaying breeze, runs with them in the tall grasses, and rests beside them in the suns warmth. Even if they can not see him. He remains close by. As he will be for them, their kits, and their kits kits. His will power and unruly heart raging within his kits. His love for Littlestar, even in death. Unwavering. Clan/s: WinterClan || Death: Avalanche || Living Rank/s: Leader Afterlife Rank: Leader (council) Dark Forest or StarClan: StarClan Image: i.imgur.com/G2yJYa5.jpg
KIDDER Username: GidgetGal Cunning, deceptive, dull yellow optics always watching with a shine of mischievousness. He is an icy white tom of mystery: no one honestly remembers when he showed up in Toxicity, he just appeared out of nowhere one day and never left. Generally polite and agreeable, albeit disinterested, he isn't what you normally think of when one thinks of a Dark Forest cat; he's not particularly evil nor does he go out of his way to hurt others. Of course, that doesn't mean he hasn't hurt others. His version of morality is...unusual, to say the least. His only crime was his own loyalty. For the majority of his short life, he only ever served one leader; Stratego Blakelystar. Powerful and enchantingly charismatic, her approval meant everything to him, and he saw her as something not unlike a mother figure, despite being her personal assassin. As a result, Kidder was loyal and obedient to the absolute fault; he always did exactly as he was ordered, no matter how cruel or evil the request. He murdered cats on command, kidnapped kits from their own dens, and forced prisoners to eat experimental herbs. Kidder never felt guilty or sorry; if it was what Blakelystar wanted, then it would be done. When her reign was unceremoniously ended, he hung around for a few moons before finally darting into a den of foxes, never to be seen again. In death, he accepts his fate in the Dark Forest and makes the best out of living there. The news that Blakelystar redeemed herself in her last years of life and currently resides in Starclan actually makes him glad, though he hopes that one day they can meet again. Clan: Toxicity || Death: Fox attack || Living Rank: Slayer Afterlife Rank: Hollows Dark Forest or StarClan: Dark Forest
CHAMAN PEBBLE Username: GidgetGal Who would've thought that such an ordinary cat would live the life that she has? Pebble was born in the Regime; a village raising a child as her own parents had been killed days after her birth. All of the other tykes wanted to become scouts or mercenaries, but the little she-cat always desired the life of a Guider. Pebble's impressive skill as a healer was made clear early on; her friendly, caring, and playful nature made her many friends with the younger cats, and she was respected by those older than her. But trouble soon came to the Regime, and Pebble's skills were put to the ultimate test. She succeeded, and was promoted to Chaman right out of her cadethood by Commander Largo, whom she grew to see as a second mother. Her kindness and a deep spiritual connection made her a good Chaman, but what set Pebble apart was her determination to always do the right thing at any cost. Pebble served the Regime as Chaman for many moons, until a fox took the extra life she was given as well as her front leg. She retired from her position immediately after, letting someone better take over in her place while she lived out the rest of her days peacefully with her true love, Blakelystar. Even as a Veteran she served as a role model and personal rock to the younger cats, even adopting wayward toms who she believed needed a motherly role in their lives. In the end, it was her own kindness led to her demise; standing alone with compassion in her eyes as Sean's son Kotori murdered her in cold blood for her last life. Pebble now stands between worlds; serving as an ambassador for the Blind Protector in Starclan, eternally by the side of her mate. She is a short, fluffy light grey she-cat with bright green eyes. There are large scars on her neck and her front left shoulder, marking the wounds that took both of her lives, forever reminding her and others of the sacrifices she made to earn her happily ever after. Clan: Renegade Regime || Death: Killed by Kotori || Living Rank: Guider/Chaman/Veteran Afterlife Rank: Medicine Cat Dark Forest or StarClan: Starclan Image: idk feel free to pick one Faith lol
SWANGRACE Username: GidgetGal "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." When she was alive, most cats would never have thought her life would end this way; the second-oldest daughter of Phoenixstar and Lightningswift, Swangrace is a beautiful silver tabby with a white bib running from her muzzle all the way down to her stomach like a banner. Her eyes are a bright amber, that always shine like a bright, burning fire. From kithood she strove to live up to her clan's expectations, acting as an example of how a warrior should be. Always kind and polite, moving with perfect grace and poise, and striving to keep peace both around the clan and within her own family. She was not a cat one could easily dislike, and every cat in Waterclan, especially her younger brother and apprentice Chimerastar, looked up to her and admired her for her optimism and loving nature. But there were always cracks under that seemingly flawless image of perfection; since she was an apprentice she would sneak out to meet up with a loner tom she had fallen in love with - he never loved her as fiercely as she loved him, but they were happy all the same. And when she found out she was pregnant with his kits, after so many moons of trying, she thought her life was perfect...and then the plague came, and her family began dying, and it all came crashing down. When it came down to it, Swangrace was left with an seemingly impossible choice; her own life, or those of her unborn kits. However, even before she left Waterclan, never to return, she knew what her decision was. Seeing her daughters grow up to become beautiful warriors from Starclan just reaffirms that she has never regretted it, and she looks forward to the day when her entire family will be reunited once more. Clan: Waterclan || Death: Died in kitting || Living Rank: Warrior Afterlife Rank: Warrior/Queen Dark Forest or StarClan: Starclan
LIGHTNINGSWIFT Username: GidgetGal If you asked him, he'd say that he really isn't all that remarkable of a cat, inside or out, so how could this seemingly normal warrior have an entire clan named in his honor? The story is, unsurprisingly enough, a humble one of both love and family. A handsome golden-brown tabby tom with enchanting green eyes and undeniable loyalty, Lightningswift was originally born in Summerclan to Hawkstar and his mate, the former leader Ravensong. He was proudly raised alongside his two brothers, and completed his training with high praise - he was a quite literal golden child, and the pride and joy of his clan. But several moons after they became warriors, their father was caught in a rock slide that took nearly half of his lives all at once, resulting in his early retirement. The event tore Lightningswift's world apart; his entire identity and self-worth had been built on being the son of a great leader, and now it all had been taken away so quickly. As a result, Lightningswift grew distant from his family and slowly began to question his loyalty to Summerclan, unsure of who he really was without his bloodline and legacy. Eventually, Lightningswift was driven to leave his birth home and join a different clan, Waterclan. There, with the beauty of the rivers and nothing to remind him of his past, Lightningswift grew happy and content, meeting the love of his life and watching her, instead of himself, climb the ranks until Phoenixstar became the leader of Waterclan. Together, they grew and raised a family - one that didn't always get along, but he offered each of them as much love and support he could give them, even if his kits didn't truly understand him. He spent a long and fulfilled life creating his own legacy, one built on himself and the love of his mate, rather than the expectations of his father. Eventually that love and dedication was honored in full, when his son Chimerastar and three of his other kits came together to form Swiftclan, so his name would always be remembered. Clan: Waterclan || Death: Sickness || Living Rank: Warrior /Elder Afterlife Rank: Warrior Dark Forest or StarClan: Starclan
