The way you're treated when you're young is something that will forever affect your mentality. Childhood molds expectations, both of yourself and others. A golden child will always believe that they're better than everyone, whereas an ignored kit will always doubt their worth. With a mother who might as well be absent and siblings who abused her, it's no doubt that Peachcream turned out as timid and paranoid as she did. Always assuming the worst of others, knowing that she may as well be an ant in other's eyes, believing that everyone is out to do her harm. Even on the sunniest of days, she refuses to go outside. Her sanctuary is indoors, away from others. Her mind is always creating scenarios as her yelllow-green eyes cautiously watch anyone who enters her personal bubble. Not even her cream pelt can hide the scars this she-cat bears.

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Growing up with a mother who didn't want to be there and a sister who regularly abused her did its number on Peachcream as a kit, and the damage was something that lasted throughout her entire life. She spent most of her days growing up refusing to leave her den, which made her time as an apprentice rather difficult. She often skipped training under her mentor, the deputy Voidseeker, and then hid from her second mentor, Littlelion, when Voidseeker left Fallclan. The time in between her two mentors had been spent in an apprentice training camp during an exchange program, where Hystericstar had sent all the apprentices to the campground to survive for a moon. One would think the circumstances would help her come out of her shell more, but it had the opposite effect instead.

A coat of golden honey browns and dark black rosettes. Eyes the color of freshly fallen golden leaves. This is Mapleblight, a beauty to behold. She is a replica of her mother, Autumnalrite, but the two couldn't be more different. Incredibly smart and a quick learner, and with a sharp wit to match any cat in a battle of words, this cat is a wonder. Though her shy nature can occasionally hold her back, this sweet cat will do anything she puts her mind to. Unfortunately, that means it's difficult to break through her mental barrier. She believes everything she says, but distrusts the words of others. They tell her that she's beautiful, but she thinks her polydactyl toes are ugly. They say she's unhealthily skinny, and she claims that she needs to lose more weight. She tends to harshly body shame herself, which led to her eating problems. It's as difficult for her body to accept food as it is for her to accept her body, and although she strives to be a great warrior, it's unlikely that her body will allow it with the abuse that she puts it through. She is her own destruction, always struggling in her own mind. She will be her own downfall one day, unless something changes. She was raised knowing her three siblings, but refusing to rely on them. They each had their own things to deal with, and hers was so minor that she denied their help. All except for Hemlockbane, who was always the one to drag her to the medicine cat den when things got too hard on her. Of course, she never believed anything to be wrong with her, except for being in such a fat and ugly body, so there was only so much others could do for her. She even refused to speak of her dreams, which are often stained in blood, the vision of jade green eyes and a small, tawny body. Did she know this kit that so often plagued her dreams? Perhaps some small, hidden part of her knows who it is, but those memories remained locked behind heavy doors. Ignoring the kinship she once felt to this cat, believing her mother's words of only having her three siblings. There's no possible way she had ever known this kit. Mapleblight definitely is a wonder, and maybe there is a way to prevent the demise that she pushes herself towards.

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HISTORY
Born to Autumnalrite in Fallclan, Mapleblight did not have an easy kithood. Soon after being born, she had been witness to her mother killing her brother, Elmwoodkit, in front of her and her siblings. Since then, she had been haunted by nightmares of the event, although it had been wiped from her memory. Most of her kithood was spent being dragged in and out of the medicine cat den by Hemlockbane against her will, due to her eating habits.

A fire burns deep inside of each of us, fueling our desires and whims. No two fires are the same, much like snowflakes on a wintry night. They are fed by experience, tended to with love. It is this fire that keeps us going on a long day, that lets us strive for more. It is the passion that moves us forward, the energy in our bones. The flames within Fabledashes are a burning blaze, encouraged by the feuds of two generations of family. It wasn’t hatred that drove Fabledashes forward, not at first. It was a desire to outshine his cousins and friends, to have all eyes on him. He bathed in affection, as if without it he would starve. It was his air, a force that nurtured his life, but the flames burnt out of control. As innocent as his intentions were, everything he knew turned to ashes one day, and spite and hatred burned through his heart. For a while, he lived only for one purpose: to watch someone suffer. Originally, it was only one cat that was the target of his anger, but the fire kept growing, and soon the blood on his paws wasn’t hers alone. So what if he wasn’t the best son, or even good looking anymore. The hideous burn scar on his orange tabby face made sure of that, though it certainly outlines his green, spiteful eyes quite well. It was after his sin of murder that his name changed from Firenettle, and his fury was able to spiral even further out of control. Oh, attention will be on him alright, he will make sure of that.

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At first, it seemed as if Firekit's biggest problem in life was the constant family feud he had been born into. Always trying to one-up his family had became a constant in his life, and so he grew to love the spotlight. Always doing anything to have eyes on him, to hear another word of praise. It was a competition, and one he was determined to win.

However, this desire had also made him quite gullible, and so when Fabledkit had approached him, promising him glory if they went out and brought back a twoleg's head, it was a mouthwatering idea. It was his chance to be a hero, for everyone to love and adore him. For his name to go down in history. There was no possible way for him to say no, and so Firekit and Fabledkit had gone out to achieve it. Nothing ever goes as planned though, especially when a twoleg kit had dropped Firekit in the firepit of the campgrounds, severely burning the left side of his face. Although it was the twoleg kit that held the blame, Firekit could only blame Fabledkit, and slowly that blame grew into pure hatred.

Moons passed, with Firepaw imagining ways to get his payback on Fabledpaw. He should hurt her the same way that she did him. He needed to get his revenge for the pain and suffering she had caused him, because suddenly his wish to be the center of attention had backfired. Everyone only noticed his burns, not his actions. They whispered about him behind his back, and it was all Fabledpaw's fault. But, she had vanished, gone from Fallclan, and so he was left to burn in the inferno she had created.

That is, until one day after he became a warrior, when he stumbled across her out on the territory, alone. He had murdered her, or so it seemed, for he had no memory between finding her, and coming to his senses, covered in his blood. He was left with no time to figure out what to do, as he was immediately escorted back to camp to await judgement. Hystericstar had decided to punish him, of course, by forcing him to take on the name of the one he hated most. So, he became Fabledashes, for he was just the ashes of his former fire, and was thrown in a cave with warriors guarding him at every moment of the day and no chance to escape on his own.

As time passed, it came to his attention that not everything was going to be happy in life. His sister, Fabledkit, had indirectly injured another kit named Firekit in the firepit of the campground when they had snuck out, and although Legendarykit had noticed the strange behavior between the two, he had simply assumed that Firekit had a crush on Fabledkit. And so, when they became apprentices and Firepaw's hostility hadn't gone away, he hadn't put much thought into it. However, it had caused Fabledpaw to flee from the clan.

It wasn't until moons later that Legendarypaw had learned that the now warrior, Firenettle, had murdered his sister. As punishment, in the same ceremonies that Legendarydemise was promoted to a warrior, Firenettle had his name changed to Fabledashes and was thrown into a makeshift prison. It was a name that didn't sit well with Legendarydemise, and he had begun a slow descent into madness. Always blaming himself, despite how his friend, Vixensong, told him it wasn't his fault. Still, there was a hatred which didn't want to vanish, even with Vixensong's support.

The shield. A name more befitting of someone with a larger stature, one meant to impose fear and intimidate. With just a single glance, it seems that this cat was completely misnamed. Rather small in size, Aegis is not the typical towering figure that anyone would expect from one named after a shield, nor does she carry the bulk. As a rather petite, mostly orange and black calico, she is easily overlooked. Don’t be fooled, however, as there is muscle hidden within this small frame. What she lacks in her stature, she makes up for in other ways. Quick in both movement and mind, she can deliver powerful blows in the blink of an eye, while studying her opponent to decide just where the hit should make contact. She may not be the best at overall strategy, but thinking on her feet with split-second decisions is where her talents lie. If you were to meet her piercing yellow gaze, you could tell that this is a she-cat that you should be wary of. Aegis strives to live up to her name, and if she can’t match it in appearance, then she will do her best to be a protector. If the scars buried within her pelt are anything to go by, she’s taken attacks meant for her League mates more than once. While her trust is something that isn’t handed out often, she would still do anything for the cats of Primal Instinct. Her own fate and body doesn’t matter, and although she would rather not sacrifice herself and find an alternative route to save someone, if it came down to it, she would still do it. Her methods tend to be rather reckless at times, as if she was acting more on impulse than her quick mind, and perhaps she is. Still, she gets the job done. Don’t misunderstand her protectiveness as kindness, as she is still a cat of Primal Instinct, after all. She has been through much in her never-ending fight for survival, with many events shaping and hardening her heart. There is a reason why her trust doesn’t come naturally, but if anyone dared to break through to her, they would find a completely different cat on the inside.

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Truth is a powerful force, able to break powerful cats or repair relationships. Should it always be spoken, are there times when the truth is better left hidden? According to Plumtart, everyone should have someone by their side who isn't afraid to say their opinion or their beliefs. A Truth Bringer. A brave cat who will speak up or answer challenges while others will not. This is the role that Plumtart has taken on, but not for any specific cat. He is observant and straightforward, but often forgets to consider the feelings of others when speaking his mind. He says it how he sees it, with no sugary speech or honeyed words. He's outspoken, and will loudly voice his feelings about particular subjects. How highly must someone think of themselves to so boldly challenge others? Those around him probably assume that Plumtart is full of himself, thinking himself smarter than everyone else, and that's why he always offers his opinion. The truth of the matter, however, is that he's just trying to be a support for others. He's insecure, and lacks confidence and self-worth. A fluffy white tom with light grey and tan tabby markings, and blue eyes.

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A tortoiseshell she-cat with blue and green heterochromic eyes. There is no such thing as secrets when Sunsplinter is around. In her mind, any information - no matter how insignificant - is something that everyone should know, even if it’s about someone’s private life. A chatterbox who doesn’t care who she’s talking to or what she’s talking about, it’s rather difficult to believe that this bright and sunny cat is the one who spreads a lot of rumors. It’s almost as if the idea of privacy is something that she has yet to learn, or that not everyone appreciates having their lives known to everyone. Still, it’s difficult to stay mad at her for her actions. She’s a little bundle of joy, albeit a stubborn one, and she truly doesn’t mean any harm. There are those who think that she’s just an expert at manipulating others, but no one can tell for certain. If it is all an act, it’s a great one that hasn’t been dropped in front of anyone. Sunsplinter came to FallClan as a kit, where she found herself and her siblings, Midnightmirth and Cumuluscry, in Hystericstar’s den.

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Found in Hystericstar's den with many other kits.

Today the sun was shining and the flowers had begun to bloom, there was no better day to die. To descend into the dark sleep and awake in a world of stardust and light where the summers breath is warm and refreshing like sunlight's gentle beams. What better glory is there than the sweet release of a soul moving from one world to the next? Death was like a storm, some survived brushes with it while others succumbed to its wrath. But on a long enough timeline everyone eventually would fall to the storm of death. But there were some who were storm chasers and there were none that fiercely followed tragedy and loss like Chasingdreams. StarClan was her wonderland and she was the fallen angel who hadn’t the wings to fly to the haven. Death was never an end, but merely the next chapter of something utterly beautiful. At a young age her siblings had all but left joining the mythical realm of the afterlife while she was stuck in the world of war, blood, and hate. How she longed, how she envied her family for being in such a gorgeous place that she could not follow. She had long ago learned that you could not simply decide to join StarClan, but must die a worthy death. Still her mind itches for the beautiful day where she would die and descend into wonderland. Chasingdreams is a lighter grey and white tabby, with streaks of orange flowing through her pelt and soft green eyes.

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A cat with endless patience and kindness. That’s how many view Cosmicdream, unbeknownst to the pain lurking underneath in her heart. There are many thoughts that float through her head, about how no one will ever truly care about her, or how she’s worthless and not good at anything. Despite having many hobbies, Cosmicdream has never actually been great at anything, and that’s one of many things that eats at her. She wants to be something great, do something worthwhile. Her dream is to leave a mark on the world, so no one could ever forget that she existed in it, if only for a moment. It’s a big dream, and one that her mind tells her that she will never achieve. Still, she keeps trying. She picks up new hobbies, hoping that maybe this will be the one, that this will be what she’s great at. Because of this, Cosmicdream has many things that she’s decent in as a jack-of-all-kinds, though she would tell you otherwise. She often tries to distract herself from her own feelings by helping others with theirs, especially when it comes to her siblings. Cosmicdream can often be found laying in the sunlight, as she believes that the sun will soak away her sadness. For this reason, her grey fur is often very warm to the touch. Ironically, her soft green eyes always seem to sparkle with the warmth of the sun as well.

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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.

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