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6.26.12 - Tryouts are over and the results are in! Congratulations to xx.sapphire, SpringClan's new Co-deputy, and .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:., SpringClan's new MCA!
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Secrets lurk beneath the surface of her flawless image. Emotions remain hidden, masked by an illusion of confidence. As a leader it is her duty to push her own feelings to the side for the good of the clan. What lies inside the intricate thoughts of Eclipsestar is a mystery best left untouched. Only when in the secluded shadows of her den will she show any sign of worry or trouble in tough times. Although she hates keeping things from her warriors, it is to ensure a calm environment so the clan business will go on as usual. This veiling of emotion is just one of the skills she had developed in becoming leader. She also has the ability to house two different trains of thoughts at once. Her leader side and the side everyone is used to. Not only is Eclipsestar head of SpringClan, she's a member of it and knows her clanmates just as well as others. She enjoys spending time and laughing with her friends just as much as any other cat, though she is deprived of as much time because of her responsiblities. She never let's that ruin her relationships. There's two lives she's got to live and she lives them seperately. To other clans, she is the feirce yet fair leader who would rather smooth ruffled fur than rub it the wrong way. To her clanmates she is the lovely, carefree she-cat who would never pass up a good race... Or any type of running for that matter. Eclipsestar can't be described as beautiful. No, that's an understatement. A better way of putting it is she describes beauty. Upon a snow white canvas was place a coat the color of an empty night sky, though it did not entirely fit. Her muzzle was left white, as well as her paws. Black and white are not overly brilliant, so to compensate, she was graced with a pair of icy blue eyes to bring color to her appearance. Her fur is like a silken river, flowing over her lean form is seamless perfection. With her head held high, the air of dominance and power about her is unmistakeable, but she does her best to conceal it. She's never wanted to lead, but guide her clan. She acts more as a mother, although more strict. In fact, she dislikes bearing the title of a leader when she does not feel she is one. At most times, she just wishes she could be reguarded as a normal cat. She just doesn't know that she is anything but normal.
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A large fluffy almost orange almond brown and smokey gray and black tom cat with darker chestnaut stripes that wrap all around his body. He resembles a little tiger with white toes and a white chest and a thing but plush black tail . Long white and sensitive whiskers that can sense the slightest movement if they touch something. Named from his incredible ability to jump in the air, this tom is a proficient bird hunter using his incredible ability to bring down even the biggest birds in the terroritory. He has a gifted sense of eye-sight which he always says StarClan gave him to match that of a herons. He is a muscular tom who works like a machine when it comes to working whether it be hunting, patroling, or manging the camp. He is a very fun tom to be around but when it comes to work he is deadly serious and very profient in whatever he is trying to do. Known as one of SpringClan's best hunters he can bring in boat loads of prey which can range from water voles to owls that heavily populate the area. This loyal tom is very conservative and likes to keep to the Clan even during Gatherings although he has aquaintances outside of the clan. He is a well respected warrior of SpringClan and has fought tooth and claw to secure his spot as Deputy that he wouldn't change for the world. He lives a life of serving SpringClan and would give up his life and go join StarClan who he is very devoted and connected to, for SpringClan. He is a popular cat and he loves to be with his Clan. Unlike the apprentices he likes to talk to the Elders even though they can be grumpy, he finds their stories intresting and their advice credible. He admires bravery and wisdom and thinks that these are the two best qualities you can ever have. He is a brave cat with sometimes a fiery temper. He was chosen to be his clans deputy because of his bravery and selflessness and his clan knows that he would give his life for them.
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The sensation of moving around, going up and down, changing direction and noise. Walls all around but not solid, there were holes but every time she tried to stand up to look out everything would shift and she would topple over landing hard enough after a few times to stay down. Her golden eyes were stretched wide with fear as she started to heard a different noise, a steady roar that was like a 1000 monsters running over her at once. She felt the world shift backwards and then something picked up the box and placed it down roughly, then tumbling, before coming to rest on her back, now on what was the side of the box above her. After a while of resting like that she felt like she was moving then climbing then nothing, all was calm and she finally drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by a loud and annoying noise that made her put her paws over her ears. The she felt like she was falling, down, down, down then all of a sudden a sharp jolt and a loud crash then nothing, she had blacked out. She awoke to find herself in a world of green, nothing like the box she had been in. Trees and flowers everywhere. She turned her head and looked to see the biggest monster she had ever seen, this one had wings and a tail like a bird but it was on fire. Black smoke poured from its belly and she saw a few twolegs laying around and she thought it was funny they weren’t helping the obviously sick and injured monster, in her groggy state of mind she look down at her grey, white, and black fur and found it patched with red. Funny it didn’t ever hurt she thought as she got to her paws before falling back down and trying again this time staying semi-sturdy and she began to trot. She knew that she should remember something, but she couldn’t, she only remembered how she had gotten her here, where ever here was, and that she must get away from here. She ran blindly through the forest, branches tearing though her fur, eyes still watering from the smoke that had bolted through. Suddenly she burst into a clearing and eyes all turned to her, cats of all colors, shapes, and sizes turn their gazes to her is surprise then slowly fur rose and teeth were bared then the world slanted and went black. Little did she know she had just stumbled into her future. Springclan. She had ran right into their camp, burst in like a wild wind and had proceeded to pass out from her injures. She awoke that night in a place she didn’t recognize with a cat she didn’t know looking down at her. She said her name was Duckwaddle and she was Springclan’s medicine cat. She didn’t know what a medicine cat was but she liked the sound of it. Then she asked her who she was and she froze, what was her name, she remembered that she was named after a song bird. Canary, oriole, finch? No those weren’t it she said when Duckwaddle had named them off. She knew she wasn’t from around here so the bird probably wasn’t either. All of a sudden she knew, Warbler, her name had been Warbler. She looked like the little black and grey bird. Her pelt had the same swirls of color as bird did in its feathers, dark light and middle grey. She smiled as she remember the name and Duckwaddle asked her if she planned on staying for a bit. Without hesitating she nodded, saying she wanted her name to be like hers and clan name. and so Warblersong was born from the fire and come out stronger than most cats can claim. But she never lost interest in the medicine cat that had healed her and often spent her time with her and suddenly she disappeared along with her apprentice. So the clan turned to her, she had learned a lot while watching Duckwaddle work. She stepped into the place of medicine cat, her a cat born of flame, saved by spring, and living in the way of the Star.
Snakepaw
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The strike of a snake is dangerous, painful, and sometimes deadly. Provoke them, and they'll leave a nasty mark to remember them by. Then again, snakes are used to help, too. They can heal with their venom, if it is the correct type, and if you are skilled enough to do it right. It's an odd way of healing, don't you think? Most do. If they're already injected with venom, why give them more? It helps, believe it or not. Though it can be agonizing, it helps. Sounds an awful lot like Snakestrike, doesn't it? Sharp and deadly, he is often avoided, but is a main key in survival. Healing anyone who comes to him, he is a very important cat, though he can strike others down with knowledge. Not much of a strong cat, his body is small and lithe, ready to strike with quick, fierce blows. He isn't much for fighting, more of a skilled cat in hunting. Never really finding interest in following the warrior path, he made an effort to be seen as a worthy medicine cat apprentice, genuine hope and happiness found in herbs and helping the wounded. New life is welcomed, though he has a dark side never seen by others. It's usually hidden until the night expands over the peaceful expanses of SpringClan, turning it to evil shadows that are inevitable when the moon is hidden. He blends well with the dwelling shadows, his charcoal black fur hidden. A rust colored stripe flows down his nose, turning to white as it spreads out on the bottom. His eyes are an illuminating yellow green, the two hues swirling together with perplexity. His eyes look like a venomous snake's, glowing with a dark smile. Snakestrike is different from most medicine cats, dark and ominous, yet kind and helpful. He earned his current position as medicine cat rightfully, working long and hard for the oppurtunity to help others in their desperate time of need. Still, his dark side shows every now and then, grinning darkly in the night.
L O S T P A N D A
A white and black tabby tom with blue eyes and pelt looking like a real panda.This tom has been born to be the greatest jumper/climber noticed around the woods. his siblings are Oakshine and Meteorbless.He always like hanging more in crowded place or in the trees,Lostpanda is more the travelling type around the camp for a conversation to last enough long for him.Since thats what he had to do along his siblings to have a new life in Springclan. Rped by kiki789
O A K S H i N E
A mainecoon she cat with sweet lemon green eyes.She is a creative and talented female when it come to survive,you should ask her somes tips.She had learned during her expeditions with her last family members.Oakshine show more respect around before herself,but that make brave to risk her own life for all the Clan cats. Rped by kiki789
M E T E O R B L E S S
A white with light orange spotted she cat with lovely hazel eyes.for a reason,she once stayed in shelter by her own,while her siblings were looking for her.Meteorbless at that time was covered up against her scent to never let them found her,but one day they actually did and she forgived them.This she cat unlike Oakshine,she is more along with justice and an open-minded one.The only thing that she would represent more in this Clan is either become the leader or just a pretty queen.For Meteorbless right now a warrior is enough,but she want acquire somes change and see how Leader and Queens life are.She would probably like a mate sharing the same personality like her,but toms with those treats rarely have it. Rped by kiki789
S i L V E R C H A O S
Despite is frightful bloody red eyes,his pure white pelt makes him a sweet and generous male,but still dont say he shall'nt be fighting for his life.He knows very well is fate and duties,protection is always standing trought mind and for others in need of true help in the Clan of course.Asking him how this such eyes colors got born with him,isnt the most impressive thing to speak about near him,his ears and nose are practically made for the hunter skill Silverchaos carry.In night time he sometimes join himself with his little sister Duskpaw and wonder if Weaselmind is getting pretty welcomed or fine bkac there in Earthclan. RPed by kiki789
H O R i Z O N S P i R i T
Silent, Deadly, Passionate. Black hooded feline with black stripes racing down her back and running up her tail. the rest of her pelt is a doe brown with white socks and speckled under belly. Her eyes are a deep hazel which seem to hold never ending emotion and darken into a tinted red when she is angery or bloodthirsty. A grey paw shaped birthmark is printed on her left cheek. Her body is slim but she is not small. Emotions run deep within her and she isn't afraid to show her feelings. She will only speak when she has to but you can tell by her expression to what she is thinking. She loves the clan and will gratefully die for it though she is willing to lead it into battle beside her leader. In battle she is quick and clever - always playing a game. She will tease her enamy and weaken them slowly, not letting them leave the battle until she has finished playing with them. If a Clan member dies in battle, she doesn't forgive quickly and makes sure she gets her revenge. She is skillful. always one step ahead. RPed by Cobwebpaw.
S T O R M H E A R T
Out of the darkness comes a cat, and out of this cat comes a never-ending wave of emotions... This is Stormheart, the vivacious gray tom with those gentle blue eyes so full of understanding. Stormheart was born into SprinClan from his long deceased parents, Rainleaf and Silverdapple. His siblings, Gemkit and Dewkit, passed away when they were younger, and Stormheart misses them dearly. This tom isn't the kind to stay quiet all the time, as he has a story to tell. A story of his life... Stormheart never knew what it felt like to lose someone you truly loved as a life companion until some time after he lost his littermates and his parents. He had always thought that was the worst feeling in the world, to see your kin perish before your eyes. But what he did not expect was the anguish that comes with losing the love of his life. Her name was Hazeltail, once one of the most beautiful she-cats in SpringClan. Stormheart and Hazeltail spent every moment of their lives together. Whether it was hunting or fighting alongside one another in battle, the two were inseperable. It seemed to most that these two cats' destinies were intertwined from the beginning. That is, until the accident. Stormheart remembers it well. They had been hunting near the edge of their territory when they were ambushed by three rogue cats. They were bigger than any cat Stormheart had ever seen, and they were just as fierce as their size. Not much intelligence, though, as Stormheart would say. Anyways, they launched an attack without hesitation nor mercy. Stormheart had been desperately trying to hold off two and try to get to Hazeltail, but the bigger of the rogues reached her first and they wrestled on the ground, spitting furiously. It was over in a matter of seconds, and Hazeltail's body was surrounded by a pool of blood. Stormheart was devistated beyond measure. For moons afterwards, he was in a daze, not really up-to-date with his warrior duties. It took a while for him to recover, and when he did, Stormheart made a promise to himself and Hazeltail, that he would never let a rogue cat or any other cat for that matter, get the best of one of his clanmates. And to this day, no rogue never has, not while Stormheart was around. No one is sure how he managed to escape the rogues, but moons later a patrol reported three dead foriegn cats on their territories, their descriptions being large in size with looks of terror and anger on their faces. While Stormheart may have a revengeful spirit, most of the time he is an easygoing intellectual tom who is always there for his clanmates with a generous heart. Rped by Naturecat
F i R E B L A D E
Ferocious. Skillful. Brave. And let's not forget handsome and irresistable. This vivacious tom really knows how to strut his stuff. With his golden tabby coat and deep green eyes, he's pretty hard to miss. Usually when one gets to know a cat for the first time, they remember them by a trait or characteristic that really stood out about the cat. In this case, it's Fireblade's fighting skills. To this day, no one knows if Fireblade ever lost a battle. Fireblade specializes in one-on-one combat, but has been seen taking on at the most three cats at one time before becoming overpowered. His loyalty to SpringClan is so great, it overwhelms him. Often one can find him in the forests, doing solo patrols and anticipating the battle that comes with a tresspasser. Most of the time Fireblade finds time to converse with his clanmates, and especially finds time for the ladies. He's never had a mate, though, and enjoys the attention he gets from some of the she-cats. He has that young orange tabby face and big eyes that most cats cannot resist. This sound like someone to you? Well, that's Fireblade. Now to look at his hunting habits. When Fireblade hunts, it tends to mostly be mice, and can sometimes be found carring six mice back to camp after a day's hunt. Not much, but it's something to be proud of. Fireblade's ambition is to be resected and admired by his fellow clanmates. He looks up to his leaders and hopes that one day the cats of SprinClan will do the same for him. Rped by Naturecat
P L E A S A N T i N T E N S i T Y
The sky cries. Teardrops catching in smooth strawberry-roan tabby fur. Light oak coloured eyes watch as the raindrops fall down onto mother nature, cleansing the world. A small feline steps out from under a shelter of trees, her sodden fur sticking to her skinny frame. The expression on her face is a mirror of her name. She has a pleasant smile which if you look at closely you can see the intensity of her emotions. You can read Pleasantintensity's feelings as through she is an open book. She is usually high spirited with a 'half-full-cup' look on life and always sees the bright side of a situation. You can take everything she has, break everything she is and she'll forgive you for it. But she isn't stupid. If it's her you're hurting then fine but if it's someone else? Pleasantintensity will rise form the ground, you won't be able to tear her down, she'll make sure you shatter like glass and shred like paper. She is patient, kind, optimistic, loyal, gullible even but she is powerful and she is a strong warrior. Since a kit she has always looked forward to the future, knowing her life is going to be great and everything will turn out for the better. And so far it's turned out pretty good. She was clan born and wouldn't want to live in any other clan than Springclan. She accepts loners and kitty-pets, though other members detest them. The young feline loves rainy days. Puddles to splash in, the air fresh and clean; pure. Just like her soul. Role played by Cobwebpaw
D U S K S H i N E
A dusty deep grey she cat with smokey silver eyes that twinkle dreamily in the day.She isnt the kind of cat to really sleep in night time from her name and envy of staying outside along with the moonlight glowing on river water source.Little sister of Silverchaos,Duskkit's brother and Weaselmind her sister,this apprentice is just so relieved that her brother stayed in Springclan.She seem to be hating bullies that are nearly standing in her brother way or asking him questions on and on.RPed by kiki78
P H O E N i X
With a pelt as black as coal, Phoenix can blend into the shadows seamlessly and effortlessly, his red eyes caused by a birth defect glitter with the fires of combat. He remembers nothing of his life before one year of age, and knows things that a cat his age wouldn't normally know. When asked how he knows these things his reply is always "I have no idea." Normally fun-loving and carefree, he can sometimes switch to a completely different personality that is cold and calculating. Always eager to jump into a fight with a smile upon his face, he fights both fairly and honorably, and never attacks kits or she-cats, unless in combat. Loyal to a fault, Phoenix will obey any order given to him, without question. Rped by Deatheye
F L i G H T F E A T H E R
One moment you're minding your own buisness, then the next, a ball of fluff is seen rolling past you. One sigh is all it takes. This is no other cat but Flightkit, the adventerous and overenthusiastic she-cat who warms the hearts of every SpringClan cat she meets. She is never seen without a smile on her face, even in the darkest of days. Flightkit's sorrowful side shows when there is a loss of a loved one in the clan. Then her emotions are poured out through tears and suffering. Flightkit never wavers in battle and almost never runs out of energy, a peculiar trait of her. She has the mentality of a kit when confronted with an exciting or curious activity or thing. Flightkit has a soft spot for kits and wants a litter of her own when the time comes. Her perfect image of her companion is a dark and handsome tom who will always be there for her. Flightkit's love for SpringClan never wavers, and she is often found strolling the territory in the early hours, enjoying the scenery or taking a drink from a nearby creek or stream. Flightkit makes friends easily and is always there with a compassinate heart if anyone needs someone to talk to. Her intellectual side allows her to make concise judgements and good decisions about life. Her mother and father passed away when she was younger, and Flightkit learned to accept that life goes on. She anticipates the day when she gets to meet her parents again in StarClan. Flightkit has a brother named Lightningkit who is still debating on whether or not to join SpringClan. Rped by Naturecat
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