If trees could talk, they would tell fables of wonder and miracles. Of the budding love between two cats tucked away from the world. They would tell stories of adventure and secrets. Of the lone kit that decided to sneak away from camp, eager to learn of the world beyond. They would tell tales of lies and deceit. Of the silken words of treason, whispered between two that should be strangers in disguise. They would tell tragedies of ruin and demise. Of the crimson blood that dripped as a young cat took their last, shaky breath as their killer made their getaway. If trees could talk, there would be no more secrets, and you would be left to wonder which of these legends would be your birthright. Are your paws already stained with the sins of others? Surely the spawn of a wraith and a reaper already has his path laid out for him, like an inescapable destiny. Try as he might to escape the trail of blood, every twist and turn he takes leads directly to a trail of destruction. Despair is a fate that Legendarydemise cannot outrun, like it was a cursed omen foretold centuries prior. Maybe it was carved in stone the moment he was born, when he walked the same path as his mother as they escaped their death of a home. When he and his siblings followed behind the she-cat, who was more wraith than feline. The mother that they had all presumed to be undead, a ghost trapped in this plane of existence. The one who had whispered to them of their father, a reaper who would one day track them down. When she had vanished, they had all chalked it up to her simply slipping between realms, as wraiths were wont to do. It wasn't until moons later that Legendarydemise had learned of what really became of their mother. She was no wraith, no ghoul. She had been as mortal as them, and she had simply perished like any other. But the doubts of reality were already there, and he had lost sight of what impermanence truly was. If there were reapers, what else hid in the shadows of the night? If there were wraiths, what else was hiding in plain sight? And more importantly, as a child of both, what did that make Legendarydemise? With his black pelt and vibrant yellow eyes, he certainly could be the same as anyone else, but he knew that one day, he would become a monster. He has nothing left to do but await the day that his paws are stained crimson. If it's in his blood, it's only a matter of time before the stories start repeating themselves.

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HISTORY
The child of a kittypet and an assassin, Legendarykit's mother, Empress, had fled her home when she found out about her pregnancy, fearing the fate of her kits if her twolegs were to discover them. It wasn't soon after he was born that Empress had fallen ill, though they continued travelling anyway. Because of her sickly state, Legendarykit had begun to think of his mother as a wraith instead of a living cat, so when the day came that she had passed, he had chalked it up to her simply vanishing from the world for the time being. The kits had then been found on Fallclan territory by Hystericplague, who brought them to live in the clan.

The siblings had snuck out of camp plenty a time, with Legendarykit leading them with Fabledkit's advice, to try and summon back their mother. On one such attempt, an incident had caused Legendarykit to fall into the lake of the waterfall, injuring the hearing in his left ear, though he had never told anyone about it.

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.

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The sparrow is often seen as a harbinger of good luck, the symbol of hope and protection. Small, sweet and gentle creatures. Such a name was bestowed to this grey tabby, after both the wonderful bird and the companionship that his parents, Bogslide and Frostpaw, offered each other when they were stuck in a Twoleg nest. "One day they would be free again, like the birds in the garden." It was the promise that the two made while watching outside the window, and the promise that led to the names of Sparrowlight and his siblings. And it did come true, for a while. They spent many happy moons in Fallclan together, away from the Twoleg nest, but not everything good can last forever. Bogslide had gone missing, and then Frostpaw had passed after giving birth. With not even a memory of his parents, they had both vanished from Sparrowlight's life. As the first born, he had tried to shoulder some of the responsibilities in raising his siblings, with help from his uncle, Applecrisp. Perhaps doing so had robbed him of most of the freedom and wildness that kits typically had, but he could never bring himself to wish that things were different. Of course, he would often wonder about Bogslide, and where his father had gone. Did he know that he had kits waiting for him? If so, was that why he had left? Despite the rest of Sparrowlight's family telling him about the love between the couple, he can't help his doubts. The one thing that is able to soothe his worries is his name, however. There was no way that Frostpaw would have gifted him and his siblings with such meaningful names if they didn't love each other. So, Sparrowlight holds on to that hope, that maybe that enough would be able to change things. Sparrows were harbingers of good luck, after all. So why did it feel like Sparrowlight had plenty of bad luck?

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first born son and the smallest of the litter. He is named after the companionship that Bogslide and Frostpaw offered each other when they were stuck in the Twoleg nest. Sparrows are known for being sweet, gentle, little birds that also symbolize hope.

Perhaps it's a rather mean name for such an innocent and warm cat, and it's been the topic of many jokes. Still, there's few names that could fit this grey and white tom as much as Sneezekeeper. With a face that's always rather scrunched up, it looks like he's always on the verge of a sneeze. He faces every new situation with a clear mindset that others call naïve. Calm under pressure, he doesn't necessarily say the right thing all the time, but he does it with such open warmth that cats tend to like him anyway. He likes to tell stories that others find simple and pointless, just about tiny things he did or saw throughout the day. Usually, it's because whatever the story is about made him smile, and he wanted to share the joy with others, but his storytelling skills could use a lot of polish. It doesn't matter if he understands the task that he's been given; he'll figure it out along the way. His green eyes are always welcoming and friendly, even when others are picking on him for his name.

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their father cheated on their mother and, out of rage, she abandoned them in hystericstar's den and fled the camp.

A smoky grey-black tom with amber eyes. Those around him typically wonder exactly how Luckycrow got his name; after all, it’s not like he’s particularly lucky. His luck is average at best, neither great nor terrible. Perhaps it was Chaicrisp - his adoptive mother - who had named him, seeing the kits as a lucky opportunity to get closer to Jayjack. His adoptive father had always insisted that they weren’t coparenting, but Chaicrisp claimed otherwise. Or maybe he was purely lucky to be found that fateful day, when he was thrown into Hystericstar’s den with multiple other kits. He’s not exactly sure how he got his name, but he does his best to be a good luck charm to those around him. Luckycrow is a terrible matchmaker, but he does his best. He wants those close to him to be happy, perhaps a habit that was created because of Chaicrisp. He was always rather close to her, and after a while it had started to hurt to see how his adoptive parents acted around each other. He wanted them to be a real family, so he had started to set up little events and meetings between the two, hoping that some sort of romance would blossom. At some point, this had begun to extend further, and he would try to set up romantic encounters with his siblings or friends and their crushes. Never once had he ever thought about his own love life, and is rather oblivious in that area.

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Found by Chaicrisp and Jayjack as a kit and brought to Hystericstar's den. While Chaicrisp thought that her and Jayjack were coparenting, Jayjack doesn't understand why she's always around.

Silence is a virtue - or so the saying goes, right? Some may say that Darion takes this saying too literally, but he wouldn’t say so. In fact, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. Silence is just a way of life for this mute tom, but he uses it to his advantage quite well. It’s not just his voice that lacks sound, either. His steps are just as quiet, and even more deadly. Sneaking up on others is a pastime, and he’s really good at it. Whether he scares, surprises, or just kills the person he’s sneaking up on depends on both his mood and who the unsuspecting victim is. He’s a natural born assassin, through and through. Despite his muteness, he can get his point across rather well. His large, blue eyes are very expressive, and his knowledge of body language is helpful. In fact, his knowledge of twoleg literature is rather impressive as well. It was a skill that he had picked up long before joining the League, and it’s a story that will never get to see the light of day. However, it seems everyone knows of his fear of hawks. Some say that he may have been a kittypet before being found, as his white pelt seems to be well cared for, but others disagree. Darion knows the way of the world and has a strong will to survive in it, how could a kittypet have picked up those skills so quickly? Though Darion’s past may remain a mystery, his future is just as uncertain to him. What does he truly want in life? What are his passions? He honestly isn’t sure. Other than a good run and sneaking up on others, he doesn’t seem to truly enjoy much, at least not enough to pursue it. So, for now, he takes it day by day, merely surviving without a true purpose. Perhaps silence is the virtue of fools.

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A silver phantom with eyes as mysterious as the moon. There one moment, gone the next, like a prophecy long since forgotten. Riddles and metaphors that never quite make sense, this is Soulpyre in a nutshell. Always going out of his way to appear mysterious to those around him, this silver bengal is an odd one indeed. The second born in a litter of six, all of which have their own oddities. With a mother who died after giving birth and a completely absent and unknown father, Soulpyre and his siblings had to rely on the charity of the clan quite often as kits, repaying them only with headaches. He tries to keep his emotions in check, as he would be far more mysterious if he doesn't wear his heart on his fur, but the one thing that can always draw out his emotions is the thing that he collects: seashells. Beautiful, dazzling shells that never fail to be stolen right out from under him, no matter where he hides them. If there is a true mystery, it's how he keeps letting his previous seashells get stolen or broken. Although he's been collecting them his entire life, his collection has never managed to grow.

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Despite his personality, Soulkit had lived a rather quiet and normal kithood. While he had made no friends, he had his siblings and Pantherclaw, a warrior who had taken on watching the litter after their mother had died.

When Soulpaw became a warrior apprentice, he was given Ragingspire as his mentor.

Spite can be the best motivator to some, and the downfall of others. It’s a powerful force to be sure, and Meadowbloom has learned to harness it as her own. Forgive, but never forget. To others, it doesn’t quite seem like she has exactly forgiven the one that brought this side of her front and center: her own mother, Edelweissbloom. Perhaps she hasn’t, but it’s much too late to change anything. She definitely has not forgotten, however. How could she forget about her mother abandoning not only Winterclan - their home - but also her and her siblings, just the night after they had received their warrior names? Left with a stupid story about how they were never supposed to be her kits, how Edelweissbloom had only been a surrogate for a pair of parents that weren’t able to have kits. She had said that she had done her part, and then simply left them behind. Meadowbloom - then Meadowglade - had not taken the event very well, and had even changed her own name out of spite. She would be better than their mother, she would protect them all. Of course, this sense of loyalty to her siblings is the only ‘motherly’ thing about Meadowbloom. She’s impatient, and can be rather dismissive of others. Even now, she still openly speaks ill of her mother every chance that she gets. Perhaps the reason why the abandonment affected her as much as it did was because she’s rather emotionally sensitive, and took it very personally. Although she seems like the type of cat who doesn’t care about what others say about her behind her back, each and every word stabs into her painfully. She may be cold and spiteful, but she cares deeply. Never again will she lose anyone that she considers family, as long as she has something to say about it. Meadowbloom is a stunning silver tabby she-cat with striking light blue eyes.

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Dark brown fur, not quite dark enough to be compared to the night sky, but not light enough to be compared to the rising sun. It's almost a sick joke that gave Dawnbringer his name, or at least he believes, especially when his lighter-colored sister was named after the opposite time of day: dusk. Despite this, he never held any hatred for his sister, instead he had always come to her defense when clanmates questioned her ginger pelt whenever he could, but there were many times that it happened when he wasn't around. Because of his father's fascination with the cosmos, Dawnbringer grew up with stories of the stars and sky. Stories that he had found uninteresting, but he listened anyway, since his father seemed to enjoy talking about it so much, and his sister took to the fascination. He just never had the heart to tell them that it bored him, as they were his weak spot. His father, Potionmaster, his sister, Duskveil, and her mate, Darkmeadow. The three cats that he swore would be the only ones in his heart, the ones that he had accepted as family. Of course, no family can stay together forever, and it tore Dawnbringer to shreds when his father died. His death had put a rift between him and Duskveil - a small rift, but one that caused a partial falling out that they are only beginning to repair. Of course, he would still do anything for her, despite their current state, and considers her mate as his family, especially since she had been around since they were kits. His vibrant green eyes are a reflection of his father's, which serves as a fragment of memories long since passed.

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Occasionally known as The Mistress of the Hunt, Greyhunt's specialties lay in tracking prey. She is a keen hunter with blue eyes that can spot any small details, which makes tracking come so naturally that others would call it a sixth sense. This silver tabby knows exactly what needs to be done to get what she wants, and with her greedy nature, not much of what she acquires will leave her place. She has a way with words that one might think her to be posh, which is quite a contrast to her twin, Ravendagger. eve is too lazy to write a proper bio, so more will be added at a later time.

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