ive been waiting my whole life december for this

CROW - woof
There are legends-- visions painted of cats clad in golden auras, who've served their clan endlessly, and whose names are said with praise- and then there are curses-- the types you only wish on your worst enemy. Crow is not named for a golden pelt, or golden eyes, or cats with golden auras who died well before his time. No, his signature sable fur is dark and tussled, his eyes are as sunken as the setting sun, and he speaks with such heat that it flares out between his words like dragon's breath. He is no legend-spun titan, he will not imprint in history; but he will wear honor as armor and wield truth as his retribution. From the day he was dropped off in SunClan at the tender age of one moon, his clanmates kept him at arm's length due to crows being considered omens of death in their legends, and those who didn't loathe him were fearful that they, too, would incur bad fortune by association. He had long since decided that his path was a lonely one, his nights to always be cold and his heart wounded; but after his father, Ghostcrown's exile from SunClan and the following war that ensued between his clan and the Fire Nation which resulted in him believing his sister to be dead, he fled his home. Once, he might have been described as unassuming or quiet, the type to meld into the background, invisible to anyone who didn't care to look. Now, he'd be described much differently. Now, when he is shunned, he turns his back; when others slight him, he remembers; and when someone threatens him or those near to his heart, he stands taller and snarls louder. An incident during his apprenticeship left him with a permanent limp impeding his stride; however, anyone who might consider him anything less than a formidable foe would be sorely mistaken. He fights with the spirit of SummerClan and the wrath of WinterClan, having learned their styles through the teachings of his love, Orchiddrop, and his half-brother Agonywail, but he has also picked up the stealth and cunning of a rogue, once having been the head of a gang. He'd never expected to find himself amongst a clan again-- let alone one that did not see him for what his name represents-- but in SummerClan, surrounded by their hospitality and the warmth of his mate's love, Crow couldn't imagine living any other life. His heart, once ensnared by a wicked fire, has harnessed the light from the flames and now shines brighter than any star ever could.
Warrior

Male - Bisexual - Orchiddrop

LUNARKIT / jewel - turtlenoir
A silver bengal she-cat with bright, light blue eyes. She is unknowingly her brother Soulpyre's worst enemy. She doesn't understand half the time why she makes him angry. Because according to her the shell or shiny object she finds is a completely new item that she's never seen before. She loves shiny objects whether its a rock or a shell from the shoreline. If it gleams in the light she take it. She will show off anything she finds to everyone she sees. Speaking loud and fast and moving with her hyperactive energy. But she is doomed to immediately lose the item after showing it off. She also may or may not be showing off the same four objects. She is very scatterbrained and gets distracted easily.
rank: kit
for the mate log: Female - heterosexual - single

FAWNHYSTERIA - strawberrycupid
An anomaly. Nothing about him makes sense. From his pelt that looks more like a canvas with black and orange paint thrown on it, to his multicolor eyes that flash copper in the light. It only gets weirder when you see there's 4 of him. Well, not necessarily. One of the quadruplets from Lorelei Manina and Vulcan's union, he was brought to Swift with his brothers to be with his father. While he could never understand why they were dropped off, he doesn't question it much. Especially since his mother comes around often enough for him. With his brothers Casimir, Lorien, and Carnage, they quickly became troublemakers, always blaming the other for any form of mischief. Romulus himself is the most straightforward of the group, rarely struggling with things like identity and pride and taking his emotions in stride. He takes things as they come, letting any praise or condescension roll off his back. On the surface, he is remarkably average. Just the right amount of mischief and remorse, work and play, laid back and serious. It's almost remarkable. Peeling the layers back reveal he's a glutton for punishment, always getting strung along by someone not good for him. But he doesn't appear to mind, more reveling in the pain and the heartbreak. And even when he's discarded, he'll come back. To where it's easy to say he's obsessed with the bad romance. Like a roach, he keeps coming back. Cause it's never enough.
Warrior
Male - Bisexual - Single

Everyone up to this point has been added! <3

SELENIUMKIT / minor - neverstarstar
Calming, yet critical. Not much phases her, she’s able to take things in stride and encourage others to do the same. Her mother is the only thing she seems unable to handle. Usually Seleniumminor is calm and often unapproachable. Not mean, for she’s actually very friendly, but something about her sometimes freezes others out. But if you involve Periodictoxin all bets are off. She gets angry and bitter, her voice constantly sounds like a growl and her fur stays fluffed. Her mother, to her, is a monster and it very much bothers Seleniumminor to be told she looks like her, the same charcoal fur dominates both she-cats, to be told she gets her serious nature from her. There is nothing from Periodictoxin she wishes to inherit. Since kithood there has been a flame of hatred in her heart for her mother. And over time it's only grown larger.
Kit
Litter: Europiumkit [still open for adoption ], Nobeliumkit, Seleniumkit


BRAMBLEKIT / fang - neverstarstar
Destiny is a terrible, terrible thing. It’s been the enemy of Bramblefang since before he was born. He was brought into this world to slaughter or be slaughtered; a fate given to him by his father. In his family strength is what matters, meaning he’s expected to murder his little brother before he becomes a warrior. It’s a messed up tradition - to say the least - and perhaps he should alert SummerClan. But his father said not too and something Bramblefang desperately wants is the love and respect of Goldenshadow. So, he lives everyday training to one day kill Pikejaw. His brother and best friend when Goldenshadow is absent, they understand each other and the uniquely horrible position they find themselves in. Their sister, Dahliadusk, has no idea the grief and pressure the boys grow up with. The terrible feeling of looking into your brother’s eyes and knowing one day you’ll be the reason the light goes out in them. When Goldenshadow is near, however, Bramblefang is argumentative and antagonistic, desperate to get a rise out of Pikejaw and prove his own strength of character. But he truly does love and care for his brother. So much so, in fact, that perhaps he should consider throwing the match, die so that his brother may live. But he hasn’t once considered that. The brown tabby sees only one future: the one where he crushes Pikepaw in battle and earns the respect of Goldenshadow. It’s a horrible future to ponder and his golden eyes often have a haunted, detached look to them, but he never wavers. When the time comes he won’t hesitate to kill his younger brother.
Kit
Litter: Bramblekit, Dahliakit, Pikekit

SATINSHORE - woof
The hue of her silky, well-kept fur is so lightly brown it borders on the sandy color of a shoreline, coupled with an oceanic pair of cobalt eyes. A former kittypet by the name of Alysha who spent her days enjoying the luxuries life had to offer and exchanging the latest neighborhood gossip with her sister-from-another-mister Honeyfrost, rumors of handsome wildcats drew her from the comfort of her home when the SummerClan borders opened. Most of her bad habits have followed her here, in particular her penchant for involving herself in others' drama and lounging when she should be hunting.
garden keeper / heterosexual / single and trying to mingle

FIREKIT / sparrow - woof
To say he is uniquely talented is an understatement. Regardless of what the endeavor is, Firesparrow will find his own manner of accomplishing things, a trait which his father says he inherited from his uncle, Desertbreeze, though he's never met the SwiftClan tom, and his auntie Rosethorn, who he spent much of his childhood following around. His schemes can range from simple to elaborate-- and the success rates fluctuate just as much. His pride is a fragile thing often tested by his clanmates when yet another one of Firesparrow's creative solutions falls short, and his mood flares up in similar fashion due to the playground jabs he suffered for most of his life when his denmates outgrew him, a small stature cloaked by a sterling silver pelt branded by a jet black bengal pattern. His eyes are sundrop gold-- startling against his fur, and brimmed with his unyielding spirit.
kitten

CROWNEDKIT / hunt - GidgetGal
Some fear death, or snakes, or heights, but Crownedhunt fears obscurity. He does not want to fade into the background of life, or live as an easily forgettable warrior. He wants to be the kind of cat that others remember, that leaves the world behind him irrevocably changed, that burns in the memories and tales passed down through generations. As a result of this, he tends to overcompensate- playing up his accomplishments, using unnecessarily large vocabulary words, assuming the attitude of a pompous, renowned warrior without actually having achievements to be proud of first. Crownedhunt has parents that people remember- an ex-rogue gang leader as a father and a talented fighter for a mother. And, as one in a litter of six, he feels the need to try harder to stand out and make an impression on people. Physically, Crownedhunt is an attractive tom, tall and lean, with piercing green eyes and a long, handsome tuxedo coat. He cares for his family, but can rub them the wrong way with his attempts to be the very best, like no one ever was. Unwilling to live a boring or plain life, Crownedhunt will do whatever it takes to make others remember him.
kit

EVENINGKIT / lily - ian
A dainty white she-cat with long furs that often hide the fact that she is incredibly thin and lithe. Because of her thick fur, she appears to be an almost .... normal sized feline, but if she had short, thin fur, it would be clear that she would be borderline tiny. The second youngest of the first Crow and Orchiddrop litter, Eveninglily is a rather... odd cat. Known for her eccentric interests, she can often be found doing strange tasks like collecting snails. She's got an airy manner about her, and half of her personality is rooted in this vague floatiness. Prone to meltdowns if things don't go exactly her way, Eveninglily also has inherreted her mother's worrisome nature. This often leaves her at odds with her other, more adventurous siblings. A very loving feline, although she can't help but to show it in strange ways, like collecting treasures and giving them to her beloved.
kit

part of the crorchid litter

i haven't really decided her sexuality, but if you need it at this stage of the game bisexual works !

COTTONDOWN  - neverstarstar
He joined SummerClan as a lost kittypet, abandoned by his twolegs on the side of a thunderpath before wandering into SummerClan's territory. A patrol found him and took mercy on the white cat, escorting to their camp and into the clan he'll never leave. Cotton, now Cottondown after the downy tufts on his ears, remains a bit lost. He's unfamiliar with customs, language, stories, territory, prey. Everything was new to him and it's all a bit overwhelming. Often, he can be found tucked into a corner of the territory, studying leaves or types of prey or landmarks. He wants so badly to get it, for this life to click for him. But Cottondown misses his home, his warm bed and food. He misses his twolegs and even the small dog that lived with him. Cottondown was a cat who very much wanted to live out his days safely in the arms of his twolegs and instead was unceremoniously tossed out of a monster and then made to live a life he hadn't desired. But it's okay. He's learning to cope and making friends, learning the ways of his clan, and falling slowly in love with this way of life. His green eyes even sparkle a bit now, as though with hope and excitement anew.
Warrior
Mate log: Male - Homosexual - Single

EARLYBLOOM - neverstarstar
Former WinterClan Witch, though she can't recall the specifics. She wouldn't even be able to lead you to the camp. Earlybloom showed up in SummerClan one day, disheveled and filthy, sobbing hysterically and begging Dawnmemories to ask Ratstar to allow her to stay. Then she passed out. After three days the young cat opened her eyes with no memory of her time in WinterClan. She, being a former Witch, knew a scant amount of skill besides herb gathering and her state of obvious memory loss concerned some enough that they hesitated to even allow her to be a garden keeper. Instead, the stuck her in the elders den with some story of her "getting her strength back" and "you'll feel like your old self in no time". So now she sits around, sunning with Roachpelt and Icesplash, growing bored and frustrated. Sometimes she'll get glimmers of a memory, like a hint of sun through grey clouds, but they are fuzzy. She doesn't know if she'll ever be back to her old self or if she even wants to know how she came to be here. Perhaps some things are better off forgotten. 
Elder
Mate log: Female - Heterosexual - Single