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<b>SOARINGWINDS</b> - STARK RAVING MAD <br>Daddy this, daddy that, she's daddies little girl, short, spoiled, and no comprehension of what no means. Soaringwinds has mostly WinterClan blood, her grandmother forged the path forward for medical advances and don't you forget it or she'll be quick to put you in your place! Soaringwind's is a cute face without a filter, no capability of sugar coating what "can't be saved." Back in SummerClan she was a garden keeper, still a trained warrior, but with more of a focus in tending to flowers and herbs. Now that she's out in the frigid cold she's determined to find a way to make the flowers bloom even if she has to find special winter flowers to accomplish it. Soaringwind's frequently spends her time playing like a kit than actually accomplishing work, but don't mess with her, she's as fierce as the soaring winds and will shred your ears if you make her mad! Warrior
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 26, 2020 14:41:29 GMT -5
<b>BLACKTHORNFATE</b> - STRAWBERRYCUPID <br>There's nothing left in this world for her, so why is she even still here? Her name, gone. The rest of her family, dead. Her impact on the world disappeared like a ripple in a lake. It was large at the time, but now is nothing more than a vague memory. Where she came from, where she went and why she is back, she'll never tell. Even for one old enough to be an elder's mother, she still has secrets behind that wry smile. They're forever locked away. You can barely get close to her, she bounces around groups and will even play the enemy to get people off her back. Blackthornfate only appears to care for herself but is also one that can't be chained down. She must have dug a hundred ways out of the prison, found a thousand or more hiding spots on the mountain. Just to get away, just to play the jester one last time. Her coat is long, greyed out from age, or even just the snow. Though she's not as big as the other Winterclan purebreds. Her eyes are the only thing that even hints at her past, a dark brown. A sable like color. But ask her no questions, and she tells no lies. Cause otherwise, she'll be lying a lot. <br>Mate: none Kits: none Prisoner
<b>HEAVENLYKIT arctic</b> - STRAWBERRYCUPID <br>Heavenlyarctic is the catch of WinterClan, seemingly a Mary Sue down to her core. Pure blooded WinterClan, white luxurious fur with misty traces of silver cascading through her fur like snow wisping around mountain terrain. Her eyes are hazel blue like watery cold sunsets and her voice sounds as delicate as ice. She’s elegant in the way she talks, princess perfect in the way she walks too. She never returns back to camp empty-pawed, there’s always a piece of prey held pride in her glittery toothed jaws. Her biggest issue is that she’s a pacifist, she cries when she sees others fighting, and goes into panic attacks if she’s being made to combat someone in training. Heavenlyarctic has PTSD from seeing her parents beat her other siblings into submission for not being perfect. Anytime she falls short of perfection, panic grips her of what it could mean for her being less than what her parents expected of her. Because of her fear of violence Heavenlyarctic often says that she will be a permanent queen, not a warrior. <br>Mate: none Kits: none Kit
GALLOPINGKIT winds - PHANTOM Gallopingwinds is a velvety silver tabby with cloudy grey eyes that brighten blue around the centers with a white mane and white speckled mask across his eyes. Being the only son in the family he has large expectations on his shoulders. His first scar was when he was a few moons old, throwing a tantrum. His mother scarred him across the eye to give him something to really cry about. That day he learned that toms don’t cry. After that where he got his sixth and fourteenth scar gets a bit blurry. He knows his eleventh maiming was when he stood up for himself as an apprentice, but he was held down and had his ear torn off so now he would have an excuse for not listening. Ironically he never missed an order from his father ever again after that. Gallopingwinds is always expected to act charming, strong, prideful, like everything’s okay. Pretending everything is okay is what he knows best so he holds charismatic conversations and wears his scars handsomely. He tries hard to never let anyone in to know how broken he really is. Kit
WOLVERINECRY - PHANTOM He has a teddy bear kind of face with short rounded ears and a pronounced yet, short snout. With his black bear colored muzzle, underbelly, and legs accompanied with his mottled brown fur he truly does look like a bear. He has unusually long ebony black claws and midnight blue eyes. It’s thanks to claws that he earned the name Wolverine. As a kid he didn’t get much attention or at least never the good kind so he found he had to tell lies to pique people’s interest. Soon he was the king of rumors, spreading them around like a disease and everyone was susceptible to them. He learned to keep the lies basic, vague, let WinterClan fill in the void. If you’ve ever heard of the kits tale, the tom who cried fox, that’s how he got his warrior name, for his bad little habit of lying. But give his cute teddy bear face, few can resist believing him capable of such lies. He is the son of Mistyveil and Regin, Mistyveil was medicine cat/ first alchemist/ first witch/ ex prisoner/ ex prison guard of WinterClan. Regin was a prisoner the same time Mistyveil was. However his parents have since moved to SunClan changing their names to Mistyrose and Sparrowflight. Mate: Soldier
<b>ROSEPAW shade </b> - RACER<br> Her pelt is an expanse of burnished copper that shines so brightly in the sunlight that as a kit her parents would tell her she was born kissed by the sun. Even in the shadows her fur picks up on the faintest hint of light and reflects it back with a stunning iridescent shimmer. Roseshade has dramatic black bengal rosettes that only accent her glamorous sleek, but long-furred, coat. Her celadon eyes are dangerous but alluring. Roseshade is princess-level beautiful like the rest of her family but she doesn’t live up to the image. A true tomboy, she is always jumping into a stream, roughhousing with unwilling apprentices or shoving her way through narrow tunnels. That being said, much like a rose in the garden, she demands to be the center of attention. This cashmere bengal she-cat expects you to hang on her every word, compliment her, do what she says, the whole nine yards. And if you don’t? She’ll make your life miserable in the most creative of ways. Roseshade displays a shocking lack of empathy and has sadistic tendencies which means she can be positively ruthless if pushed too far. She’s not necessarily an evil cat but she’s definitely not one of the good ones.
<b>RODENT scrawnymouse</b> - Faith <br>A thin, almost bony tom with bright sepia bengal markings and pretty spring blue eyes. Whether it’s the common cold, allergies, or simply feeling a little down in the dumps, Wishbone’s health is generally poor all year around, and his various illnesses generally keep him confined indoors, helping with various odd jobs around camp. He viewed himself as one of the less useful warriors of the DayClan, especially compared to his siblings, and his self-esteem had suffered as a result. He tends to be a little self-defeating at times, and on the rare occasions where he’s perfectly healthy, will often believe he’s still sick in some way as to not get his hopes up. This self pitying side of him didn't help when he met Wolftundra in the heat of battle. He was scared up along his back, flank, and face when he tried to protect DayClan camp. After learning that the WinterClan tom had helped his clan steal his cousins kits he snuck into WinterClan in the dead of night only to be caught. As a cruel punishment he was given to Wolftundra who treats him more as a pet than a person. He's often made to do work, is frequently humiliated, especially being given the pet name, Rodent. However he does have an oddly close relationship with Wolftundra.
<b>LIMEKIT light</b> - Cleaver<br> The party doesn't start til she walks in. Limelight is always the last one on the 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 creations: 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).
<b>KVALUN agonywail</b> - stardance <br>Kvalun is a charcoal Bengal with amber eyes. His mother left him at the WinterClan border as a kitten. His first language was not English. Kvalun never feels his speaking is up to par, so he is a relatively quiet cat. He was relatively distant, until his time as an apprentice in WinterClan. A cat promised him greatness if he took beatings to numb pain. He believed him, and took uncountable beatings for the sake of getting stronger. He thought it worked, but time will tell if he can hold up the fragile castle he built for himself. He took the name Agonywail to blend into the Clan more.
<b>SILENTKIT wolf</b> - Faith <br>Eleven was quite the resilient tom of his litter, while his sister and brother Eight and Ten died to the experiments he clung on. No one believed in his survival, every experiment left him on the brink of death, but he always recovered. Eleven has perfect immunity to many types of poisons, he’s built up quite the tolerance to many of the experiments. Hoodedwolf was fascinated by his ability to cope with the poisons, however Hoodedwolf thought he was Nine, his identical twin brother. Nine was too weak, he would have died like Eight and Ten so whenever it was Nine’s turn he would take the experiment for Nine on top of the experiments he was expected to do himself. Eleven would keep up the ruse of acting strong as Nine and weak as himself. However when naming day came he was named Silentkit, an assassin and his brother Nine as a permanent experiment despite having no tolerance. He was sent off to his destined clan before he had time to swap with Nine, but worries about what became of his twin brother often. He plays his role as the long lost pure blood well, lying that his entire litter died off. He characterizes himself in WinterClan as a typical uptight pureblood, loyal to the throne if not a little bit dumb. In reality Silentwolf is very capable in his skills as a warrior with a level headed view of the world. He's very understanding, but displays odd behavior as from being hidden from the world for the first five moons of his life. Silentwolf is a gray thick furred tabby with a cream white underbelly and blue eyes.
<br>He’s the little nobody no one knew about until the day he tried to off himself. Then everybody suddenly knew him. People claimed that they were his best friend, that they blamed themselves for seeing the signs that were never there, but they claimed were. He was visited by absolute strangers reminding him about the most mundane stories of how they once shared prey or were on a patrol together one time. He was somebody when he woke up from the brink of death the way he thought he wanted to be. Now everyone looks at him, everyone pretends to be his friend, he’s the most pitiful pitied guy in the whole clan. He remembers when he would wish everyday to be liked, for people to notice him and now that it was he realized it was his hell. He steals herbs from his mom's medicine cat den to dull himself away from this plane of existence and onto the next, at least for a while. Blue grey cosmos fur as midnight blue as a sky on a bright moon night basks against his disheveled form. He looks as though he would be very handsome if he groomed back his scruffy fur and didn’t hunch over so much. He has a curtain of long fur in front of his dauntless robin egg blue eyes that seem permanently fixed to a mischievous demeanor. Dark glittery black claws rake anxiously across the already grey hairless slivers across his legs that he’s already picked clean of fur. His tone is playfully sarcastic often pointing out people’s flaws and calling people mouse brain mimicking his moms trait. He often wishes he was like his sociopathic mother, but no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesn’t care about anything and could laze around while chaos is at the door he’s not. He cares greater because he’s suffered, he smiles because he’s wasted too much time crying and he’s stronger because he has no choice, but to be.
<b>MANGLEDPAW mind</b> - NOVAAMARO <br>Mangledmind grew with hope in his heart, he knew he had demon blood in his veins, but held hope that if WinterClan still let him live and breathe that he must be worthy. Mangledkit grew up very prideful, trying to not let anyone shame him too much, but would back down out of fear. He managed to live on the cusp of fear, but still maintain a happy life as a kit. Mangledpaw growing up was very attached to Snakefang and because of this Snakefang tried his best to shelter Mangledmind from the abuse of WinterClan. However Mangledpaw’s visits to see his mother in prison haunted him, he was afraid to wind up imprisoned like she was. He tried his best to be a great apprentice, but wasn’t afraid to speak up if someone was bullying his family. Soon enough the clan was beginning to trust him a bit more for his good behavior while still keeping his pride, however this didn’t sit well with everyone. One particular night Mangledpaw went out looking for scraps to eat. To this day he doesn’t know whether he was pushed, a change of the winds, or maybe he lost balance, but one way or another he fell down a ravine. A thin jutted rock caught into his skin stopping him from his death midway down. He cried for help, missing for an entire day before someone found him. However when WinterClan found him they did nothing to help, calling it a lost cause. His family tried to save him, but he was too deep into the cliff, there was no way for anyone to save him. Mangledpaw was stuck though, his skin growing weaker everyday. One night he decided he needed to face his death at the bottom rather than die slowly on this jutted rock his skin was hooked into. He squirmed and rocked back and forth, the pain excruciating, but eventually he managed to fall. He lied at the bottom of the cold rock floor, his legs twisted, broken, living in pain. The mice at the bottom ate pieces of him alive, parts of his ears leaving pieces of his ears with chewed up holes. The cold turned his tail black. Dying was slow, but healing was even slower. When his siblings discovered he fell they raced down only to find him alive. WinterClan did not want to waste their medicine on a demon so instead they amputated half his tail, gave his family splints to put on him themselves and left it at that. His family worked to heal him, but without any proper aid they could only do so much. His legs are still twisted up and the healing process took moons. His mind was mangled. He would laugh unexpectedly, scratch himself, babble on about strange things, cry in his sleep. His mind is more like a switch, he can turn himself back to sane, but if he did he would be tormented by the crippling trauma. He turns on the sane switch in his mind for very few people but his parents are one of the few he’ll talk to. It hurts him less to lose all pride in his insanity than remember what happened to him. Mangledmind has dark black, extremely spiky fur that juts out at extreme, dramatic angles. He has murky yellow reptilian eyes like his father. <br>Mate: Student
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 2, 2020 16:15:17 GMT -5
updated bios for Maggotmeat and Heavenlyarctic
Maggotmeat - If nothing ever goes right, there's no reason to believe things would change. He was ready to be a throwaway character in a movie, one that is filmed to be sympathetic. Kind, strong in their convictions, maybe a little dumb but charming enough. And then the plot completely destroys them and everything they love. The worst part is there is no redemption, no promise for a happy future. Because it's already too late, because that character is dead, and now the protagonist takes on their burden. But there's no sympathy for that character, cause he was just a device, a ploy to pull at your heartstrings till they break. Maggotmeat is still alive though and doesn't know what to do with his remaining time. His body is covered in pure white fur like a corpse covered in fallen snow. As he gets older, he will slowly start to grey; decay except for his chest, belly, and paws. Which was strange, especially since rigor mortis starts in the head. His hazy green reptilian eye is sunk into his skull, the other completely gone and leaving an empty hole in its wake. Like his namesake, he is horribly small. Already the runt of his litter, a lack of milk kept him from growing any more. Any chance to grow or change was shut down, even if Winterclan would say otherwise. His only supposed help was Howlingnight dragging him away from Bluejay to force him to walk to her again. When he left the prison, he didn't initially fit in with his siblings. He was looking to be brave like his mother wanted, and that seemed to mean being rebellious. Rather than go with his demon name, Maggotkit, he took the name his mother Bluejay called him, Tundrakit. Until one day, when his foster mother, Dottymask, got mad enough to cuff him over the eye for it. His eye swelled up and became infected, and with them refusing to let the witch's help, it ended up with Maggotkit pinned to the ground as Silverfury pulled it out of its socket. With his eye came his defiance, and Maggotkit slowly fell into his role as a servant and a demon. He's generally polite but will point out flaws in his littermate's logic. While he has gotten along with them better, there's still a wall between him and a few. Once he became quiet, he stopped being the center of attention. Which meant less torment. But his mind still revolved around the things they said, slowly letting himself believe he is what they say he is. You can still catch the glimmer of rebellion in his eye if you look close enough. Though most of that is tunneled into stealing food and talking back to winterclan. He still has a fierce devotion to Bluejay and gets extremely defensive of her. He still wants to be seen as the brave boy she asked him to be, but he isn't sure he'll live long enough to become it.
Heavenlyarctic - She was supposed to be the catch of Winterclan. Pure blooded Winterclan, with white luxurious fur with misty traces of silver cascading through her fur like the snow wisping around mountain terrain. When the wind settles, it piles up at her feet and nose. Her eyes are hazel blue like watery cold sunsets and her voice is as delicate as ice. At first glance, she's almost too perfect. She’s elegant in the way she talks, princess perfect in the way she walks too. She is kind and benevolent, always wanting to help others and the clan. She never returns back to camp empty-pawed, there’s always a piece of prey held with pride in her glittery toothed jaws. Seemingly perfect, with the few toms around clamoring over her, it's like she was torn right out of a fairytale. But there's never been a perfect cat, even if Heavenlyarctic tries to be. She suffers from PTSD after watching her parents, Dottymask and Silverfury, beat her other siblings into submission for not being perfect. She also never got away from it herself, bullied by her sisters, Rosemaryblight and Fluffyleopard, for her passive nature and complete lack of a spine. She cries at the sight of anyone fighting, and goes into panic attacks if forced to fight someone else. Both in physical fights and confrontations. Heavenlyarctic has a hard time standing up for herself and others, and while she tries to stop a fight, she rarely does. Her will is rather soft, and she isn't accustomed to violence, which is only magnified by her fear of blood. Anytime she falls short of perfection, panic grips her of what it could mean for her being less than what her parents expected of her. Because of her fear of violence, Heavenlyarctic often says that she will be a permanent queen, not a warrior despite her hunting skills. Staying in the nursery may stave some of the expectations her parents have for her, but there's no chance she'd be rid of them entirely.
<b>DEALFINDER</b> - HONEYSTORM <br>A black and white tom with forest green eyes. Identical to his father Deal. Son of Deal and Ravenleap, though he believes Foxbane/Vixenkismet to be his mother. Far too much like his father, and yet far too stubborn to admit it. Will probably have flings and be a terrible parent, oops. <br>Mate: None Warrior
<b>REAPINGKIT</> <i>night</i> <br>Reapingnight is somewhat small in size with a thick and unruly charcoal gray pelt. His fur has a unique auburn undertone: In the night he blends in as effortlessly as a shadow, but in direct sunlight he shines mahogany. He also has a few dusty ginger patches, mostly around his face, which accent his intense mustard yellow eyes. Sure, Reapingnight is quite the handsome cat… but he doesn’t look very WinterClan. His ears aren’t tufted, his fur isn’t that long, he’s dwarfed by the giant pure-bloods, the list goes on. As the son of Wintrystar and Howlingnight, Reapingnight is expected to be the perfect WinterClan Warrior, and that’s his dream. He wants to be revered as one of the Clan’s most powerful, respected cats and maybe even follow in his mother’s footsteps as a future Sovereign. But he’s been plagued with self-doubt: He doesn’t look the part, so how in the world will he ever act it? He would never pose that question to himself, of course. He deals with his insecurities by repressing and then imposing them on everyone else. Assertive and arrogant, Reapingnight paints himself the rightful prince of WinterClan, the cat you should listen to and follow without question. He will build you up or tear you down, whatever works best of him, no blow too low. Believe it or not he does have a sensitive side; however, this side also nurtures his weaknesses, so he buries it in favor of the distinguished future he has convinced himself is waiting for him. <br>Mate: None Kit
<b>CRIMSONROSE</b> - JETCLAW <br>Once a high ranked cat in WinterClan, she abandoned WinterClan to travel and seek to improve her strength. A fighter to the core. After having a litter of kits she foolishly returned thinking her service meant something. While in reality her actual service held little weight in comparison to the feelings of betrayal at her 'desertion'. This she cat is normally a mighty warrior, but coming to WinterClan after having just kitted in DayClan she was weakened and easily taken to be imprisoned. Where she now remains in the place she once guarded for making the mistake of returning to WinterClan. She should've known better than to show up woefully unprepared for a fight. Crimsonrose is a large scarred ginger she cat with amber eyes. <br>Mate: Position: Prisoner
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 13, 2020 12:04:22 GMT -5
Could I readd Sweetcrema please? My daughter got the flu so I missed a lot >.<''
SWEETCREMA - Summerthyme When most think of Winter, warmth and comfort are some of the last traits to come to mind. But even in the coldest of places a fire can be encouraged to blaze. Crema is a large Norwegian Forest cat mixed with your average ginger tabby rogue. While large in comparison to most cats she is considered smaller for a WinterClan cat. Having the thick fluffy pelt and larger size she is also very long and under her long heavy pelt, very lean. Her pelt is a warm blend of ginger golds and muted browns. This is where she got her name Crema, like the soft fluffy foam that forms on the top of a shot of espresso. Her eyes are that of a clear, fresh, cold glacier fed blue pools. Much like her bright image and warm name Crema is the type of cat to grace those around her with a sense of family bonding and belonging. Anyone is capable of being her friend and anyone is capable of earning her respect. But just like a fire can be used for warmth its warmth can burn and blister. Crema takes offenses towards her very personally and has been known to hold a nasty grudge. Once you break her trust you lose her for a lifetime. Be true to her and you have a friend for life, turn your back on her, and you have an enemy for life. Crema's father was a full blooded WinterClan warrior while her mother was a Rogue. Her father told her that she was born to a litter of three and her mother chose her of the three to give to her father and clan life. A hurt as she remains over the abandonment of her mother she is grateful for what she considers the "longer straw." Within her first two moons of warriorhood she buried her father and remains the only family she knows. Mate: Windyhurricane Kits: Warrior
Edited Nov 13, 2020 12:04:37 GMT -5 By Summerthyme
She didn’t get removed. You were marked during the AC so no worries! I kept tagging you cus I didn’t move your name on the Marke dnot marked lists. My bad!
<b>ARCTICSONG</b> - Faith <br>Some people are just born happy, some people are just born murderers. Arcticsong was both. She's frequently called the clans little ball of sunshine. She's happy go lucky, usually never caught without a smile on her face and frequently spreads her happiness to others. She never forgets a birthday, she always remembers everyone's favorite things and things that they don't like. She's usually very thin because she only eats mice and only brown mice, but most consider her very giving, not realizing that it's out of habit and less so out of manners. She's a strange soul. But for someone happy she suffers. Anyone who burdens her day by telling her she did something wrong, telling her something upsetting. It can ruin her entire day and there's no getting her out of her depressed mood. When she makes a mistake she'll repeatedly strike her paw against her face. And if you touch her she'll lash out at you. No one is allowed to touch her, it doesn't matter who you are, even the priestess. It's a primal deep feeling inside of her that makes her fight back, something she has absolutely no control over. She will however touch you. She has no recognition that her need for personal space should be applied to others. She's often feeling cats fur, or lifting their paws up. She truly has no empathy, only sympathy. She can only feel what she herself understands and because of this her views are very skewed. Murder isn't wrong if the person is bad. But her definition of bad is based on what she's told. She's very slow. If she's a year old, she's still a 4 moon old kit. If she's an elder her mind still hasn't caught up with her age. Developmentally in her mind she's slow and as such she can easily be manipulated. She has traces of peachy fairy dust dancing across her pelt like wind in snow tracing brief markings across her back and tail. Her ears and paws are also adorned with her peach colored markings against her creamy vanilla fur.
