Turtlepaw / tide - vexing_ode
A pretty dilute calico she-cat with long soft fur and gentle green eyes, A constant calming presence, she believes life has a constant flow, and simply goes with it wherever it takes her. She hates getting caught up in anxiety and encourages mediation with her peers, often doing it herself. Relaxed, edging on lazy. A bit of a recluse who enjoys her own company over that of others. Quiet, surreal, hippy vibes.

Apprentice

SPARROW / song - sunlight
Sparrowsong is quieter than his namesake, speaking only when absolutely necessary to hide the fact that he stutters. He's a tiny tom, even full-grown, with large amber eyes, long whiskers, and short fur of white with brown accents around his face and tail. He was born into a large loner family as the youngest, the runt of the litter who often fell victim to his large, boisterous siblings cruel pranks. Eventually, he struck out on his own, seeking the kind, accepting clan of his uncle's stories and joining Summerclan. He was often in the background in his kithood and apprenticeship, wanting to be involved but still scared of being mocked when he spoke. While he's a fairly good hunter and fighter, his nature is soft and gentle, full of wonder for the world he lives in. He can be selfless to the point of martyrdom in his desperation to be liked and appreciation, and he is plagued with self-consciousness whenever he has to do something publicly.


Rank: kit

Doefreckle - fox
An average-sized tom with a pretty calico coat, warm brown eyes, a white chest, and a distinctive pink, freckled nose. His right forepaw is broken and twisted, a remnant of his old life, and he walks with a permanent limp. Doefreckle's life is a complicated thing to explain. The first time around, he was broken; plagued by internalised homophobia, he lost himself in the thrill of degradation and abuse and cheerfully called it being a hopeless romantic, intentionally courting violent toms he knew would hurt him — to validate his self-hatred, to prove himself right, to give himself scars that would put how disgusting he truly was on display for the whole world. He was a lost wanderer. When he eventually found refuge in SummerClan and became its leader, sans life or ordainment from StarClan, Doestar's life softened; for the first time, he let himself melt towards happiness. He was just becoming the cat he'd always dreamed of being, just falling in love, just beginning to raise a family, despite tragedy — and then, one cold morning, he died. He wandered his adoptive home for two years as a ghost, grieving and empty. He realised a lot of things in that time, when all there was to do was walk the lonely mist and think — that he had been in love with his best friend; that if he ever got a second chance, he would be different, he would heal, he would be happy; that he wanted to live. And one bright dawn, he opened his eyes in the rabbit meadow — alive. But life the second time round wasn’t as perfect and tender as he'd imagined it might have been as a ghost. His Clan, his first love, his kits - they had all moved on. Remnants of his legacy had continued — the garden keepers, the deep lands — but he himself was insignificant. It was a process of growth and forgiveness, of letting himself be vulnerable and make connections with those SummerClan cats who had come after, with his grown children; and slowly, he grew happier than he’d ever been. Then, after NightClan’s invasion of SummerClan, he betrayed one of his dearest friends, the cat who was to become Sunstar, and when it came to light, he was exiled. Beyond the spitting anger, it became a blessing in disguise: he found love and growth and accountability with a tom he'd hurt greatly in the League, who forced him to confront his own harm and earn him back, and learned to forgive the League itself for trauma that had come before; he found healing and peace he’d never before known; and he realised that SummerClan was truly where he belonged. If he was going to die anywhere again, it would be in his home. And after a journey with Sunstar ordered by StarClan itself — the first time he'd finally been given recognition by them — their friendship healed, and he could go home, pardoned, a symbol of Foxstar's merciful reign. Doefreckle is a bubbly, adventurous, sweet-natured chatterbox, soft-hearted and boyishly charming. For a while after coming back, that was tarnished by bitter resentment, jealousy of all who had usurped his life, and loss; now, it’s softened, healed, into the healthiest he’s ever been, albeit with a good deal of grumpiness. He’s always been popular — a gossip; a snarky, faux-polite, smiling thing popular with female friends — and that can make him a nightmare to be around, oftentimes haughty, impish, and dismissive of those who aren’t in the in-crowd. He's always had a self-destructive streak, and that has had violently cruel repercussions for those who loved him — he used toms; he flirted and fawned and then withdrew in fear at the first sign of reciprocated affection; he destroyed lives and broke hearts and feigned innocence, and the hatred he felt for himself, the hatred this self-punishment helped fuel, was overpowered only by the genuinely nasty, narcissistic thrill he got from dangling himself over toms and then breaking them. But he's been attempting to temper it ever since coming back to life and not give into the impulse to charm toms that are bad for him; since falling in love with Hywel and rekindling his deep love with Shadedsun, he’s finally succeeding. He’s slowly unstitching all — or, most — of his destructive traits, nurtured by gentle love and the promise of a happier future, and becoming someone better. But he’s still a paradox of being an absolute sweetheart, generous and honest and forgiving to a fault… and also very fake. You’d have to be very close to him to be able to tell when he’s being genuinely sweet Doefreckle, and when he’s putting on his sweet Doefreckle act.

rank: denwatcher (the growth of him finally FINALLY letting go of the need to contribute to his clan as an adventurer or fighter out in the territory or else he’s worthless…….. crying)


we can do stuff about him being allowed back in, and he only comes back after the end of the current nc/pi plot thread and stuff with hywel, but i just wanted to get him up even if i don't rp him straight away <33 doe being out of summer is just Too painful

Lionkit / Roar - Storm
◦ Lionkit was born in February (2)/1/2022, the son of Badgerstripe and Sandfur, two respectable older warriors of SummerClan of noble intentions, though no outstanding feats. Sandfur though, hailed from a long lineage of strong warriors with courageous hearts, and Lionkit seemed to have inherited the full brunt of his ancestors' most distinguishable features. Lionkit was actually the oldest of three kits born to the mated pair, and unfortunately he was the only one to survive Leafbare, and thus his parents poured all their efforts into raising Lionkit to become an outstanding, noble member of the Clan. Because Badgerstripe and Sandfur had had him late in their lives, it was right around the time that Lionkit became Lionpaw that they both retired to the elder's den, content with watching their son succeed from the sidelines.

◦ Lionpaw was given a mentor, and in Lionpaw's opinion, they were the greatest cat who ever lived. His mentor educated Lionpaw about things other mentors wouldn't even bother with. They taught him information about each of the Clans, the things they'd learned throughout their moons as a warrior, and they even taught him about the old legends of TigerClan, LionClan and LeopardClan. Lionpaw was fascinated by the tales his mentor told, even to the point of pledging to his mentor that he would be just as great as the leaders of TigerClan, LionClan and LeopardClan—promising to surpass these legendary cats in everything from battle skills to hunting crouches. His mentor was pleasantly amused by this, but did not seem to encourage Lionpaw's enthusiasm for the old Clans—as if they found Lionpaw's efforts wasted in trying to live up to the legends of yore. In fact, they frequently told the young cat to 'stop trying to be someone else, focus your efforts on being the best YOU that you can be.'

◦ Lionpaw politely ignored their words of wisdom, and still dreamed of the old Clans, envisioning himself as the greatest warrior amongst them, walking not in the pawsteps of the greats, but alongside them as an equal. In the seemingly short 5 moons Lionpaw spent with his mentor, he'd learned more than he ever had before in his life, and the young tom was very sorry to give the warrior up. Lionpaw became Lionroar at 12 moons of age, and spent the next 8 moons making a name for himself amongst the ranks of SummerClan, eager to prove that he was the best warrior he could be.

◦ Since becoming a fully fledged warrior at exactly one year of age, Lionroar has been in a handful of battles, many of which proved triumphant for the golden-furred tom. Though he is a social cat with a soft spot for kits and apprentices, Lionroar has lately been lacking when it comes to more personal relationships with other cats. It's not to say that he's in some way defective when it comes to making friends or partaking in a little bit of harmless flirting, it's more or less that he's got a one-track mind, and is so wrapped up in his desires to do right by his Clan, he just hasn't had the time to form relationships. Though he'd call everyone in SummerClan a friend, he doesn't have any close friends, and Lionroar has a desire to change that.

◦ Much to the immense surprise and pleasure of Lionroar, at 15 moons, this golden-furred tom was given his very first apprentice, and he taught them all he had learned about serving his Clan and ways to protect them.

◦ Lionroar will go ‘Above and beyond the call of duty' if necessary, even if such a thing meant forfeiting his life. His mentor gave him some more advice; which is as follows.

1) That he must always show compassion and courage, he mustn't forget that.

2) He's going to make mistakes, and that the idea of an entirely perfect warrior-hood is a folly if ever there was one, and that he shouldn't take it so hard on himself when things get out of control or the fates start stepping in.

3) Just because he's a warrior doesn't mean he still shouldn't have fun. He only has one life to live, it shouldn't be spent running himself into an early grave because he tries to do too much.

4) Lionroar is doing his absolute best to follow his mentor's advice. Though he does make mistakes every now and then, but that is what being a warrior is about, learning, making mistakes and remembering to not make them again.

Brin - fox
A tall, stern, sandy brown tabby she-cat, willowy and powerful, with bright, narrow green eyes and a pointed, angular face. She routinely lines her inner eyes with charcoal, giving her an intimidating appearance and a constant smell of salt and burning things. Her claws are short and shredded, evidence of having lived and worked on a ship her entire life; her fur, always stiff with a fine layer of ocean salt, is cut through with old scars, and her dark-ringed eyes are the dull, heavy-lidded, hateful trophies of an existence of mutinies and slaughter, bounties and prices on heads, treachery and exploitation of innocents. Born as a ship’s cat, she grew up with the salty sea air whipping her ears and the black waves crashing against the hull in ocean storms; when her mother grew old and frail, never more than someone who fed her, her only companions were the ship’s rats. She learned not to speak, to live in silence — so much so that her voice is still husky and low from disuse. Travelling from place to place aboard the ship that was never quite home, she quickly learned how to conquer settlements of cats in the brief time the ship was moored in the harbour; she broke it down to a perfect formula of violence and intimidation, of fire and threats, and that was how she made her living: in fearful offerings of food and trinkets laid at her lounging, haughty paws, and in the reputation that spread like blood across the seas. Soon, she didn’t have to conquer; they knew she was coming, and they bowed when she stepped onto dry land. Because they knew that if she wasn’t given it all willingly, she would burn their homes to the ground and take it by herself. She became the pirate queen. Brin is a deadpan, gruff she-cat of unimpressed looks, curled lips, and few words. She’s blunt, disapproving, solitary, and crass, with the mouth of a sailor and the dead-eyed look of someone who could drink the men under the table by the time she was as tall as their shoulders. Though she has grown weary of her life of terror, she has yet to be tamed, to be anchored, to be given a reason to reform; the way things are going, she’ll die young on a pile of gold, unafraid and uncared for, because she forgot how to care a long, long time ago. She settled in SummerClan as an attempt at laying down roots, but she feels far more like a semi-feral, illiterate creature, a freakshow attraction, among these soft, close-bound things than an equal; she looms above most of them, quiet and intimidating, and she knows there's a fair deal of unsettled fear whispering through the camp at the stranger from the sea. Worst part is, she knows that wariness isn't misplaced. SummerClan is close-knit and she doubts she'll ever infiltrate them; she's made her peace with being alone. The truth is, she’s felt tired since the seas were new. The storms don’t frighten her; nothing does. Really, the black thunder is the only time she feels at peace.

rank: can i swap her in for treasure hunter lead in weevil's place? <3

she'll take the name brinecursty eventually <33 and i'll have another character to add in a bit <3

AND ANOTHER ONE

Clementinepaw / wrath - fox
A small, slender, brownish-grey she-cat with a hunched, round-backed way of standing, like she's always sick or uncomfortable. A selective mute, she only talks to her brother, Nectarinepaw, and even then it’s hardly anything above whispered words in his ear; her voice as a whole is breathy and disconcerting. She is plagued by constant boredom, a lack of morality, and an intense, insatiable curiosity. She’s brave and rash, craving freedom. Anything shiny and interesting is hers for the taking, and there’s not a second thought on if it belongs to someone else. While with The Wraith, she and her brother did most of the physical work, did the jobs that needed to be done, and even before that she was trained in the art — immorality was all she’d ever known, it is no wonder she doesn’t believe there’s a thing wrong with it. Her cruelty isn’t intentional, but it’s second nature, and for the most part she’s usually just doing what she’s told, and if she has to be violent, to be vicious, she may as well enjoy it. Morbidly intrigued by how the world works, she’s developed an obsession with the dark and grotesque, perhaps as a coping mechanism she didn’t know she needed. She’s friendly, open, but off-putting, confused as to why nobody wants to be around her much — she’s excessive, she’s rough and violent. Adventure is her greatest want, and she’s reckless enough to go through with almost anything at all, and there’s an intense competitiveness to her. She doesn’t care for the carnage she leaves behind. First and last, she’s a thrill-seeker and a knowledge hoarder. Despite the fact she can be impulsive, reckless and over the top, she’s a follower, obedient to those she thinks know more and disregarding everyone else. Perhaps it’s the fear of abandonment, of not being useful and being left behind instead, but the ways she goes about things don’t usually work to please others, even if it’s what she intends. Aside from her people-pleasing, her credulity, she has an impish nature, helped all by her striking immaturity, and if she weren’t so callous she would be nothing but innocence. In the band of child mercenaries — the Wraith — she participated in with her brother, she was the menace, the killer, apt to suddenly laugh and snap and tear out the throat of someone they’d been carefully stalking; and before that, the two siblings would scam people at fight clubs by pitting themselves against each other, either pretending not to know each other or feigning some falling out. Nectarinepaw would pretend to lose, but it wasn’t difficult; she’d won many fair fights on her own as well. Her relation to gender is flimsy and inconsequential; she’s a she-cat, she’s not a she-cat, she’s nothing at all. Most of this bio written by goldcrest.

rank: apprentice

usually i always rewrite bios but this one is just so gorgeous that i can’t <3

also, people go adopt the other wraith children challenge i love them all and im jealous of whoever gets HUNKleberry and pomeGAYnate

Meerkatkit / mirth - woof
Meerkat, or Meer, is the product of parents who never stuck around, suffering rain-slicked sewers, Two-legs that tired of him, and a world full of nameless gods. He's what a foster child ruined by the system looks like, months of families that dished out neglect for a paycheck and cats who, when gaining his tenuous sense of trust, would drop him when he no longer benefited them. It has turned him cold, and he has learned to set fires if he wants to feel warm. Meer's troubled start to life is something that can only be gleaned by the hooded innocence of his eyes, something fearful and soft in the pale golden shimmer of them. As soon as he was old enough to learn, he did. He first learned to hunt rats crippled by disease or the ache of old age, then healthier ones, then faster, wittier quarry. He learned to fight if only to survive at first, but enough beatings calloused his skin, made him tougher and smarter. He learned to steal whatever it was he needed and to bite the hand trying to feed him, because the only things that come easy are never ever good. He learned that everyone lies, and that has taught him to never believe the claims of others. The scariest, most dangerous thing about Meer is that he learns, constantly and quietly, and you'd never even know he's learning from you. Most of his lessons, he's been taught before hitting his sixth moon, and the child he never got to be cries for the bitter, distrustful adult it has molded him into. But, even in all the bad, there's been good, too. It could have been a kind stranger tossing a mouse his way or a fleeting wave from a child's open palm, but the most memorable experience, the turning point that saved him from a life hellbent on getting his dues, was meeting Zest and striking out together. It was only then that Meer, crooked little Meer with the cruelty of the world resting on his emaciated shoulders, learned what it was to have a friend. He's never forgotten.

KIT!!!

i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me 

Soft / berry - Storm
Before Softkit and her siblings where born, on February 1st, 2022, her Father and Mother, had been den-mates from the very beginning of their lives. They continued to be friends and later on when they became warrior's they became mates. When she was born, her mother and two other siblings died. Her mother died trying to give birth to her two still-born kits. Her Father heart-broken and sad, choking on his tears named his kits, Softkit, Tigerkit and Tinykit.



After her mother and siblings where buried, her Father disappeared, leaving the tiny she-cat to be raised by the Clan. Her kit-hood was not too eventful. She spends her time alone, hiding in the shadows of the other kits. She watches them play, flinching and worrying about them getting hurt. She soon would find herself waundering around the camp looking around. Only place that she often can be found, was the medicine cat den. She often sat at the back or to the side out of the way of the sick, wounded cats and healer, watching and studying the plants.



As she reached sixth moon, she struggles not knowing whether she should be a healer or a warrior. She becomes and apprentice and truely tries to learn to fight and hunt for herself and the Clan, but just can't get the hang of it. She soon makes some friends, who try their very best to help, but it doesn't work.



Eventually she becomes a warrior, but her path is still uncertain. She prefers to gather herbs, plant them and learn how to use them, over, hunting and patrolling. She has no desire to take a mate or have kits, but it may change in due time.



She likes spending time with friends/family, working, herbs. Knowing what herbs to use and when, where to find them and what they look like. Healing; digonsing another cats illness or injury, and learning about flowers. Softberry dislikes, being alone for too long, being pushed away, pushing others away, questionable scenarios, being too crowded, violence, and hunting prey.



Her weaknesses are; Hunting any kind of prey, tracking others, hurting other cats, even if they hurt her first. Her hobbies are enjoying walks and studying plants and herbs. She loves to run. She fears; losing a cat due to injuries she couldn't stop bleeding, hurting others, not being able to protect herself due to her fear of hurting others.



Softberry's main goal is to learn all about herbs, plants and how to use them. She wants to know how to heal other cats and how to give advise.



She is a strong believer in StarClan and even if her Clan was run-over by another and forced to give up on StarClan and their ways, she would rather die, then to give up on her Anscestors and their ways.



Softberry will do anything for her Clan, be it healing and giving advise. She isn't so keen on raising her Claws, preferring to use her words and kindness instead.

Softberry is a rather small she-cat. She is bigger than an apprentice, but not quite as big as a warrior. She has super soft white fur with brown-gold and tan patches and stripes on her head, ears, back, legs and tail. Her eyes are a light brown-golden hue, that are almost always friendly. She is fit and has long whiskers and a light pink nose.

Rank: kit

Antelopekit||leap-Enderwoxxu
Antelopekit is a long legged brown/sandy tortoiseshell with green eyes, she likes running and jumping around when she's happy or excited, she hasn't patience and she can get anoyed easily but her anger wouldn't go that easily but will know how to contain herself in serious moments but apart of that she's charming and sweet.
Rank:Kit