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❒ clerickit / chime ☠ littlelamb ❒ thornkit / wreath ⇄ crookedkit / mind ❒ foxjester the surfer ❒ gallantlight the spartan ☠ maskkit / moon ⇄ cypressglory the willing sacrifice ❒ mangopaw / twist the timid rabbit ❒ claykit / dynasty the piece of clay ⇄ poeticbliss the young genius ⇄ travellore the outgoing explorer ❒ sweetkiss the shattered spirit ⇄ subtleintrigue the lost inquisitor ❒ viktorygold the lost prince ❒ wistfuldancer the timid dancer ❒ peachcream the haunted introvert ⇄ maplepaw / blight the self destruction ❒ fabledashes the fiery doom ❒ oathkeeper ❒ blizzardyrefuge the vigilant protector ❒ plumkit / tart the truth bringer ❒ sunkit / splinter ❒ palmpaw / dance ❒ foxfire the envious fighter ❒ bogkit / water ❒ legendarydemise the reaper's shadow ❒ mastershrine the perfect soldier ❒ sparrowlight the light of hope ❒ tinypanda ❒ sneezepaw the story-teller ❒ luckypaw the matchmaker ❒ mac n' cheese ❒ softcloud the granny ❒ acorncharm the dreaming collector ❒ greyhunt the mistress of the hunt ❒ pumpkinspice the glutton ❒ calamitypaw / light the walking disaster
Is this real life or a fantasy? You let me walk this road alone, when you had always been beside me before. I find myself shadowing your steps, trying to trace your path. For striking out my own way in reality is much harder than is seems in my own dreams. Eeriedream is a tom who is caught up within his own sort of reality, though if it is his dreams or his nightmares is a delicate line he wavers between. Starting life as a kitty-pet, but never knowing such a pampered life. Swept away to be others plaything, forced to suffer under others cruelty. Pulled from such waking nightmares by Eternalera, a she-cat who was spawned from the boogeyman that first brought his misfortune. But he had learned by then the true tragedies of life and knew kindness often came with a price. Still, this charge was something he was more willing to pay than wither away any longer. For he knew Empiricalwit could only defend him and Exoticreign for so long. His guiding light became Eternalera but she was not his solace. No, he was no ones fool, and knew she had plans for him that he had yet to piece together. He joined Springclan alongside his littermates in all but blood, and he guarded his heart by living within his own head. Cynical and biting he trusts no one fully, not even Exoticreign and Empiricalwit can escape his judgement. Large bug like green eyes see everything despite the sheen over them that speaks of an empty head. He's playing many games, picturing many things, and doing his best not to fade away under his own desire to live within his dreams.
Disagreeable. So much so that it is one of his biggest faults, one that he readily acknowledges and makes no motions towards changing. Considering it charming to the frustration of everyone that comes in contact with him. But he finds pleasure in the simple things in life. In bringing a smile to a kits face, to making an elder laugh, to driving another to the point of screaming aggravation; the simple things are sometimes the best things after all. Fleet footed in conversation as in hunting they are a cat that thrives best being the chaser rather than letting others chase them. No semblance of subtlety makes Marchhare stick out a little among his more convoluted and complex siblings. But that might be why he is the one they seek out when they need a break; despite how frustrating he can be. Because Marchhare tells it as it is, never hides his intentions, and finds complex plans and schemes a waste of energy.
They say one starts off life a clean slate, with a whole future ahead of them for their own beginnings. Electivememory scoffs at such notions. Born to a she-cat who despised the relationship that brought them to be. Whose last words to her kits were 'Cicero would delight in how thoroughly he ruined me' before she left them, left them behind before they had even opened their eyes. Springshowers was never seen or heard from again, and Electivememory can only assume his mother has passed on. The same cannot be said for Cicero though. The father Electivememory knows nothing about, but knows enough to know he doesn't want him. The only time the toms have met being when Electivememory and his siblings became apprentices. Cicero invading the territory to tell them to come seek him out when the time was right. His sisters hooked onto those words, he did not. He found no use in playing the sadistic toms games and instead forgot all about his father. Choosing to focus on furthering his own self and life before trying to hunt what essentially amounted to a ghost. When Eternalera decided she was going to find him and Eloquent-thought agreed the tom followed; unwilling to risk leaving his sisters to Cicero's mercy. They became separated though and only Eternalera met their father, spending moons with him before her return to the clan. Returning as a changed cat, something Electivememory could clearly see despite how she tried to hide it. He lets her have her secrets, if only to more easily keep his own.
A shadow among the snow. Slinking along, the perfect combination of white and grey that just seems to slip past the notice of anyone nearby. But if you were to narrow your eyes and really look, you can tell that the grey areas are just too... perfect. Like spots on a cat's pelt instead of shadows on the snow. But, as soon as you make out the large form of a cat, she's already become one with the snow again. Normally as cold as ice, the only thing that seems to easily melt past this she-cat's defenses is, ironically enough, snow. That's right, the same thing that can freeze a cat to death is the one thing that Frozengold loves. Any why wouldn't she? It's just so perfect. Like little specks of clouds, packed together into one mesmerizing scene. Her thick savannah fur is plenty enough to keep her warm as she sneaks among the snow, her slightly larger than average body not hindering her. However, if one thing were to give her presence away, it would be her eyes. Brilliant yellow eyes, shining with purpose. Normally, they would be a giveaway when hiding in such a simple color pallet, but they are Frozengold's iconic feature, and somehow manage to blend in with her. Perhaps it's the way she narrows her eyes just enough to disguise the color, or perhaps it's the reflection of the snow that's managing to dull them. Whatever the case, it's for certain that this cat belongs in the snow.
Words as sweet as honey, with looks sharper than a blade of grass. Eyes as bright as the sun, pelt more beautiful than a marigold. One wink, one smooth compliment, and a charming smile. There’s nothing left to leave the ladies wanting, is there? This tom is flighty, always flitting from one lady to the next, but yet always giving each she-cat he meets his full attention. A true charmer, though one can never know how serious he is. If asked about love, he will claim to seriously be in love with each and every she-cat, with his yellow eyes glittering with happiness. Is it all just an act to get a mate of high status? It doesn’t seem to be a secret that Romeo and his sisters, Courtney and Princess, dream of marrying into the elite crowds, although Romeo himself would deny it. Ladies just make him happy, after all, and why would he have his eyes set on a goal that would make him stressed? Oh no, that’s not him at all. Romeo? More like Romeow.
What is it like to be understood? To feel anger or sadness, and know that someone out there actually understands your reasons and empathizes with them? That no matter what you do, there will be someone to have your back, no matter the circumstances? Such a cat must be broken, for that trust that they freely place in anyone could shatter at any moment. Yet, what if they kept going back, offering their forgiveness as openly as their trust? This cat is Dovehymn; always offering her trust and forgiveness without even being asked. Is she broken? Perhaps. But maybe that's why she's able to empathize so freely with others, because she herself knows what it feels like. It's not to say that the silver tabby has had a rough life, especially in comparison to some of those that she had met. No, she was just always one to feel emotions strongly and quickly. Little things like finding a dead bumblebee would send her into a fit of sobs, whereas even a butterfly landing on her would have her squealing in joy. Even just a story would have her feeling like she was the main character in it, feeling all of the emotions they were feeling. For this reason, her brilliant turquoise eyes are always shining with some sort of emotion. Just be prepared for the confusion if you were to tell her a joke. For all of the things she understands, jokes are not one of them.
Pale blue eyes that seem to lack emotion, seemingly staring right into your soul. It's unnerving, especially when you can never tell what he's going to do next. Especially when it seems he doesn't even know what he's going to do next. The body of a warrior, with scars that tell tales that this tom will never say aloud. It leaves one wondering about the stories he has, that refuse to be told. The wave of a tail, seeming to dismiss you before you could even begin a conversation. Definitely hard to approach someone who barely even seems to acknowledge your existence. A black pelt, perfect for blending into the shadows, save for the spot of white on his chest. Underneath that white fur is a heart, that some are unsure if it even beats. This is Snowhowl. Or, at least it's the Snowhowl that most seem to know, but there are those who will sing a different tune when it comes to this tom. Yes, underneath that white fur lays a beating heart, one full of warmth. He can be easily embarrassed, and say cliche things as if he's a flirt. But he's definitely not a flirt. That heart will only ever belong to one cat, whom he would do any amount of embarrassing things for. If she wished for the sun, he would find the tallest sunflower, a feat rather difficult in lands where few flowers grow. No one knows much about the Snowhowl from before he met Peachblossom, but it's almost as if he didn't exist back then. Before her. Now, if one were to look at him with his family, they would hardly be able to match him with his scars and emotionless eyes when he's alone.
Once upon a time, there was a poor, starving cat who couldn't find her way home. She wandered and wandered for days on end, until she finally collapsed from hunger, and knew she was at her life's end. But, dying wasn't her fate just yet, for as when her eyes slowly closed, there was a glowing light from in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, there! There was a prince! There he stood, fireflies swarming around him as he offered her some prey. Together, they ate, and together they returned to his clan. Together, they fell in love, and together, they were happy ever after. Is that not how love works in this strange world? Wildflower lives by these fool's tales, and chasing her own fairytale ending. However, her heart is a finicky thing, and will fall in and out of love with someone very quickly. Perhaps the setting wasn't quite right, or their meeting didn't quite make her heart frantically beat in her chest enough. Such small things surely play a part in the love story of her life, right? For the purpose of experiencing the best romance she possibly can, she will do anything. Sometimes she will place herself in dangerous situations, just waiting for her prince to come and save her. Her fear must make the love stronger, right? Despite all of this, she truly is a kind soul. This white tabby will go out of her way to help anyone she possibly can, and perhaps that's the only moment in her life that she isn't thinking about romance. In her deep blue eyes, love is the thing that makes the world go round.
He was sworn into silence from a past he prefers not to think about. For most of his young life he had lived alone with his father, a tom who spoke few words and advocated survival of the fittest, until he was brought to the city and left there. He found his own way to survive, facing the wrath of angry ally-cats, stray dogs, and twolegs who didn’t take kindly to thieving strays. All the while trying to stay as unnoticed as possible. He didn’t speak, didn’t really have a proper grasp on language until he joined EarthClan. He lived—survived—as long as he could in the city, but set out for something better. A Clan. He traveled for a bit, not completely sure how to catch wild prey, and came across EarthClan. He didn’t feel like he fit in, a sense of detachment from everyone else, but he didn’t want to leave. At first, he didn’t understand much at all, but slowly he caught on.
Words are a deadly weapon, or a saving grace, depending on how they are used. The mightiest and most honorable warrior could fall to a well-placed word, but the most ruthless could go soft with a whispered word of love. Therefore, words should be used sparingly, and when they could be most of use. After all, how many relationships have been ruined because of words said in the heat of the moment? Arcticsong knows the value of words, and always thinks things through twice - nay, thrice - before opening her mouth. Because of this, she can often get overlooked or forgotten about entirely. Unfortunately, Arcticsong isn't as pure as others seem to think, as moons of being overlooked can cause damage to even the softest of cats. With her long, wispy white fur with hints of peach that perfectly compliment her golden eyes, she can often be thought of as 'soft'. But, within this cat, lies resentment. Every time someone forgets about her, it grows, and it's only a matter of time until she explodes. Already, she almost feels like she doesn't belong. Would anyone even notice if she were missing, if they already rarely notice her presence in the first place? She could just vanish without a word, and it would be quite a time before anyone even realized it. Perhaps one day, that's exactly what will happen. One day, when she's not surrounded by her family, she might just leave. With Sunnyskies' radiant smile, or Brilliantbeacon's mischievous adventures, or even Silverfringe's eagerness of stories, there wouldn't be a place for someone like Arcticsong. But for now, there is. And she will fight to keep that place until the resentment within her becomes too big of a burden to bear.
That moment when the sun sets behind the horizon, what do you feel? When the stars begin to blink into existence on the darkening sky, do you find peace? The shadows take over the land, but the shimmering lights above lead the way. Is it a scary moment, knowing that you have to rely on the sky to lead the way? Or is it a welcoming, tranquil feeling, as if you’re separated from the dangers of the day? But yet, you’re vulnerable to the hazard of the night. What lurks beyond that tree at sundown? What stalks its prey from the bushes after the sun sets? The only way to know is from experience. Whether or not you like the shimmering twilight relies completely on what you encounter and undergo during that time. For this fluffy gray she-cat, it’s the day that proves its terrors to her. Everything bad that has ever happened to her occured when the sun was at its highest point in the sky. Her mother leaving for a different tom, her father dying in the heat of battle, her siblings vanishing in search of their mother. All of this, during the day. Yet, she isn’t the upset, broken cat that you’d expect. No, she’s quite the opposite. Twilightshimmer is likely to be the most optimistic and hopeful cat you’re to meet. She is one of those cats who believe that there is good in everyone, no matter how little they show it. Smiles are one thing that this she-cat enjoys seeing. While she may be a caring, amiable cat, even she can’t resist the sarcastic remarks that often slip into conversation. It is no question how she got her name. Her gray pelt, decorated with stripes of black and white, seems to resemble the point of the night in which the sun just set, and the sky is just barely containing its light while darkness takes over. Her eyes, those brilliant blue orbs, seem to shimmer with her hopefulness under the smallest bit of light.
Everyone knows the saying, that blood is thicker than water. The same blood that will control your life, that tells you that you will never amount to anything. The same blood that was afraid to stand up and protect her own kits, but still cared as much as she could. The same blood, that when all was said and done, would abandon their own. What was the point of family when all they ever did was hurt you. Morningbird had lost everything when her mother had begged her to stay in Winterclan, to try and see the good in the place that she had grown up. And, through everything, Morningbird relented. She tried to see everything through brand new eyes, but, when Bunnywiggle and Snowyspots had decided to leave her behind as they escaped to Summerclan, those blue eyes became clouded with hatred. Hatred, and doubt. Had they ever truly cared for her, or for their mother? Or were they just waiting for the chance to leave her behind. And, to some extent, she couldn't blame them. She was the one who would always get them into trouble, as she had terrible luck that cursed her, and through her, those around her. Branches would fall on her, she would lose her balance near cliffs, she would fall into mud and ruin her white and brown pelt daily, prey would chase her instead of the other way around. Perhaps her siblings got tired of her dragging them down, and decided to abandon her. Perhaps no one in the entire clan actually cared about her, and was just waiting for one of these unlucky accidents to claim her. What was the point of anything, when the only thing she had left of her family were their similar bobbed tails. What was the full saying again? The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb? Somehow, it seems Morningbird didn't have either.
What you see is what you get. At least, that's how the saying goes. But, everyone has a secret. Something that they hide deep within themselves that they don't want others to know. Something that they never show anyone else except those that they trust with their life, but maybe not even then. Everyone has something that is for their eyes only. Outer appearances are deceiving, you can never believe that something is what it appears. Often times, it’s the most innocent that end up being the most deadly. What is this secret? What is it that everyone tends to hide? The answer to this changes with the cat in question. If you asked Magicamulet, she would answer ‘themselves’. When is it that you truly know someone? Do you ever truly know someone, inside and out? These are questions worth asking. And asking is what Magicamulet does best. Magic, something without explanation. Something that raises so many questions. It is the perfect prefix for this feline. She is always searching for answers for the unexplained, always inquiring. Her mind is always running, seeking new thoughts and answers. Within her head lies her greatest weapon. Her mind could rival that of a fox, with the honor of a lion. There is no goal that drives her forward, only her own self motivation. Yet, you’d expect her to have an ulterior motive. Perhaps there is. Perhaps her green eyes are hiding more secrets than you would ever expect. After all, what you see is never just what you get.
There is a dark side to every story, a shadow hidden in the light. On the surface, herbs may seem like a thing to save lives, but underneath is the knowledge of how to use the same herb as a poison. The light chime of a bell and a smile meant to fool may work its magic to get your guard down, to wiggle her way into your heart without you even realizing until it’s too late, but don’t let it work. Clericchime may seem like a happy-go-lucky cat, with her soft cream colored fur and gentle green eyes, but if there’s one thing she knows, it’s subterfuge. Getting in and out without leaving a trace, silently nabbing that delicious food before you could wipe away your drool. Somehow she has mastered the art of stealth, found a way to walk without the bell around her neck even chiming once. She is an enigma, as no one even knows where her and her four siblings, Paladinbeacon, Rogueshadow, Rangerstrike and Bardrequiem, came from. Her mouth is sealed on the matter, either replying with things like “oh, over that way” or “probably my mom”. It’s never a straight answer with this she-cat, but it would just be dull if it were.
The one that was supposed to die. The runt of the litter, the final kit that sentenced his mother to death. Tiny and nearly completely hairless, his sin was merely being born. Hence, his father had named him Dreadedkit, for if it weren’t for him, his family would have been happy and full. From a young age, tragedy followed him, claiming the lives of many more around him. Slowly, his siblings all died one by one, until he was the only kit left. The runt that had survived. His father, of course, despised this, and, when the kit became an apprentice, had begun planning ‘accidents’ to take back the life that shouldn’t have existed. Miraculously, he had managed to avoid them all, but it was one of these accidents that had mistakenly killed his father instead of him. Alone and afraid. Upon becoming a warrior, Dreadedpaw was gifted the name Littlelamb, and a new life along with it. No longer would he be hated for just being alive; he would make his new name something to be proud of. Perhaps, instead of being a cursed child, he was the only lucky one out of his family. Perhaps there was still hope in his blue eyes. Still, he was the one that wasn’t supposed to live.
Everything before you, everything you know and love, could all shatter in an instant. One moment is all that it takes for everything to go horribly wrong, one breath is all it takes to end another. One step to save a life. In just a single second, the world can change before you even notice. You could happily be living with your family, far from any clan, unaware of the rest of the world. Then, a fire could steal everything you hold dear and toss you into the dangerous world, all on your own. This is what had happened to Shatteredreign. Afterwards, he had spent his life travelling, always in danger of starving if he couldn’t catch any prey. And he rarely ever did, in his half-dead state. His life had fallen, he became the shell of a cat. But he kept on. And he collected. Anything that looked old and antique, he would collect them. He would hide them, and return later when he had a more stable place to live. He only spent a moon or two at each location, never quite fitting in anywhere. No where willing to take in a dying cat. But, eventually, he met another cat, who caught what Shatteredreign considered to be a feast, and slowly he had regained his health. He was taught how to hunt, how to fish, how to climb a tree and fight off threats with his lithe body. He was taught how to live again. But even that couldn’t last, and soon he was on the move again. Always searching for a place to belong. Looking at the silver form of this tom, no one would ever guess the hardships he had been through. He hides his pain behind his flamboyant attitude, laughs off his oversleeping as just bad time management. Always hiding the pain in his golden eyes. Still collecting. Always collecting. Everywhere this tom goes, the smell of fresh rain follows, even in the middle of a drought. Just one more oddity Shatteredreign has to make him... well, him.
Hope. The snowdrop flower is a sign of harsh winter's end, the hope that warmth will once again come into your life. It's a dainty flower, one that many wouldn't think too much of in small numbers. Since it begins blooming in winter, it's a rather tough flower, right? Most of this could also be used to define Snowdropwhimsy. Although she is rather large for a she-cat, she is tough and warm, and the sight of her fluffy calico body is normally a welcome one. The daughter of a leader and his surrogate, Snowdropwhimsy learned from a young age just how strange love could be, and was raised with an open mind, for the few moons that she had known her mother. Her father, Doestar, had passed before she was even born, but she had heard plenty of stories about him, and rather idolizes the father in her mind. Beetuft, her mother, had crumpled only a mere 2 moons after Doestar's death, and it wasn't long before she died, as well, leaving five kits behind as a memory of their lives: Bluebelldream, Wisteriasun, Tulipdance, Poppyskip, and, of course, Snowdropwhimsy. Snowdropwhimsy was heartbroken, but, like her mother, had pushed her own grief aside to try and make her siblings happy. She is the type of cat to go out of her way to dry and brighten the day of everyone else. Just one look at her large brown eyes, and you can tell exactly what type of cat she is. She is the one who will sacrifice everything she has, everything she wants, for the sake of others.
In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family.
In the frosty tundras of Winterclan, lives are small candles. Burning bright one second, only to be snuffed out the next. Weather is harsh, more so than the icy words of the cats inhabiting the clan. This was a lesson that Blizzardyrefuge learned the day he was born, when he lost his sister, Summerykit. It was a large blow to his mother, and one that the family never truly recovered from. That event splintered the family, and Blizzardyrefuge did his best to fill the gaps where he knew another belonged, but he had been a kit at the time, and he had not truly known what had been going on. All he knew was that there was a gaping hole in all of their hearts. Blizzards were dangerous, as his family had learned, and they tried to make sure others knew just how dangerous. When Blizzardyrefuge grew old enough, he started to spend more and more time outside of camp, making sure that others were safe. His thick grey pelt would protect him from the majority of the cold in most weather, and he used that to help others. Although, his words are sharper than his green eyes, and his emotions don't always show they way he means them to, this is how he decided to honor the death of his sister, and keep others from suffering from the same fate as his family. However, fate is a fickle and cruel thing. It was during one of his patrols in the mountain that a blizzard came, sweeping with it Blizzardyrefuge and his sense of direction. It was a close call, but he had survived, but found that he was no longer in the mountains of WinterClan. For moons, he wandered, trying to find his way back home, blissfully ignorant of all of the changes that his sister, Wintrystar, had made to his home clan. Until one day, fate wanted another gamble at his life, ending in a severe injury to Blizzardyrefuge's legs. Unable to go anywhere else, he had dragged himself to the border of FallClan, where he had to stay to recover. Being in the mountains once more is a nostalgic feeling, one that is often followed by homesickness. Would FallClan be his home forever now, or would he one day go back to WinterClan? The more time passes, the more unsure he is of the answer.
brown tabby tom with enchanting green eyes, twin to tickingkit. Standoffish, easily irritated, protective of his siblings, often indifferent to cats but can be very persuasive when he wants to be.
