Evergreenwreath ♀ [Jadie]- Caramel cream fur cascades down her hourglass figure like a river of brown sugar and cinnamon swirls. Her eyes are greener than the planet in an almost other worldly way. She’s the only one in the litter who is taller than Aspen. She loves just about everything, she’s what she would call a glow getter, someone who goes after what she wants while still glowing inside and out. She also might have a touch of ADHD as you might find her a tad bit hyper as well as teetering from one subject to the next. Her mother tries to get her to shut up by medicating her, but much to Mistyveil’s tireless hours of research nothing seems to work on her as she proves to be her mother’s eternal hell with her non stop imagination and talkative nature.

Cocoawoods ♀ [Strawberrycupid]- Cocoa cinnamon butter fur dominates her heavenly figure. Wisps of aztec gold hues silhouette across her face and down her body in divine and eloquent patterns. Her eyes never look the same, always change depending on how the sun and darkness play against her gaze. They appear to be a seafoam color changing between hazel, to green, to blue. She was once the kind of girl who would shrink back her lungs if it meant giving others more air to breathe even if she was suffocating inside. She was subservient and easily obeyed commands, it was only after her mom lured her out into the woods and left her there that she learned she shouldn’t be so obedient. She returned to WinterClan a different person and while her mom was proud of her she’s less than pleased with her mom. Before she was all beauty and no mind of her own, but now she’s a beauty and a beast. The kind of girl who will kill you and still won’t be late for supper. She’s well mannered and keeps her composure, it’s why you’ll never see her coming.

Wildarctic ♂ [|Moon]- Opal white and blue grey blur together to creating a mystical metallic sapphire color. Silver hues blanket over his fur like infectious frost creeping across his legs, flank, and around his eyes like a mask of ice. His eyes are a dead alice blue shade that appear emotionless. A better warrior name for him may have been Packrat considering his habit of hoarding whatever it is that’s missing from his soul. If you walk off WinterClan’s territory and into rogue land you’ll find the abandoned house where he stores his various items. Walnuts, a two-legs glow in the dark watch, a piece of prey he found pretty, but now leaves a wretched stench in the back corner. An issue sure, but not anyone’s problem or so you might think. He stores more than objects, sometimes a cat will catch his fancy, someone he feels can end this empty emotionless burden that clings to his chest. He might keep a kit in there thinking it will fill the loneliness in his heart, sometimes he’ll take a cat wanting to keep them as an eternal friend. There’s an inescapable loneliness that if he could just feel he has someone it might all go away.

Aspenmountain ♀ [Phantom]- Velvet soft, honey gold fur lies sleek and luxuriously across her slim wasp waisted body. She has a half white face with slits of ashen grey stripes cascading across the white patch of fur. She is incredibly tall, towering over most cats. If beauty could kill she’d have the most lethal sapphire blue eyes that you wouldn’t mind were the last thing you’d ever see. If her personality was a forecast it would be sunny with a hurricane. She loves fox hunting which if you’re wondering, no she can never actually kill a fox, though she swears she’s done it before. Given her tall size she’s great at fighting them off and has the scars to prove her victories wearing them like diamonds more than wounds. She loves to hunt big game and maybe that’s where her dirty little habit came in. She soon learned to hunt cats, in the heat of battle it was exhilarating, but there just aren’t enough battles to be fought to please her. She hunts cats down for the thrill of the hunt. She doesn’t always need to kill them, but feels the need to. She confides in this with her mother given her murderess background, but no one else.

Wolverinecry ♂[OPEN]- 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.

Hoodedmoon ♂ [Neverforgotten]- A black hood of fur covers over his eyes and down his back forming a white diamond shape at the center of his chest like a clasp holding a hood in place. The rest of his fur is a steely blue grey color coming off like a misty blue moon. His tail is wispy and in the blinding sun can look as ethereal as fog. His eyes are a baby blue hue. Blackmail is his specialty and hiding is his game. He’ll find you at your weakest hour, it happens to everyone eventually and he’ll reap your darkest secrets from you waving them above your head like a prize to do his bidding. Or at least you’ll think it’s his. Sometimes he’ll ask you to do things he wants, but most of the time he bags his victims for later, offering sinners his victims to do their bidding for future favors. He’s malicious, but not much of a fighter, it’s why if you give him the chance to run he’ll hide before you have time to see where he goes.

Nutmegaroma ♂ [OPEN]- His fur is as surreal as a painting, strokes of walnut brown, mahogany, and beige descend across his pelt in a woodland color scheme. Playfully His snout down his face is a white as well as his paws. He has dark as forest green eyes that shimmer with a trouble makers demeanor. Pine has dreams of being a hero, he knows his families got bad reputations, but he wants to prove that he can be a good warrior. The problem is that he must have his families bad blood trapped in him because every time he tries to do right he ends up doing wrong. Just bad luck you can suppose. He’ll try to help someone find their kit only to accidentally shove their kit into a river never to be seen again. Other times he might try to free a clan mate from being imprisoned only to watch them slaughter eight people and realize maybe they were in prison for a reason. Even sharing prey with someone he finds he accidentally gave them sick prey. His family couldn’t be prouder, but he’s constantly surrounded by swirling guilt over his reign of bad luck.