This is where the cats who served WinterClan through their lives remain immortalized. From leaders and their loyal deputies to the youngest kits and oldest elders. Each of them have a place in the memory of those who succeed their honor.
If you would like for your cat to be added to this page upon its death/deletion, please message Naturecat.
Asterstar
Rped by *Bakuraluvr4evr*
Did an angel drop from the sky or is he really not what he seems? Is he a good or evil angel? He may just have a single white as ice wing and a single black as tar wing. It's hard to tell since he leans both ways. His pelt sucked up the fog and created a brilliant steely gray color. Dots trace his pelt like stars in the sky, they vary from large to small. They stop at his tail, too afraid to go where skinny thorn like stripes lay. These all stand out against his pelt, all a dark shade of gray. His underside is an even lighter shade of gray than his body, taking the color of the starting rainclouds. Few dots line his cheeks as two stripes on his forehead converge and run down his spine, stopping before entering the realm of stripes. His eyes never rest, always looking at someone, something or just looking at the clouds. They've seen many things and hold even more secrets. His eyes were dipped into the evening sky reflecting onto the ocean, giving them a steely dark blue color. They twinkle like stars, but will have an arctic shine and darken when the time comes. Unlike multiple other members of Winterclan, Asterstar hasn't changed much from the freezing of their hearts. His heart was already frost bitten, another freezing bite won't do it any more harm than what was already done. However, this freezing has had it's effect. He's now what you would call, a little more mad. His pleasure for killing has grown and he'll make sure it's used. Arrogant, he still comes off that way. He just is, along with being showy, thinking he's the best and various things like that. He's one to notice cat's flaws and isn't afraid to be blunt to them about it. He's a loner and has been one for most of his life, friends have either died or moved on. Whether he's willing to make friends or not is uncertain, since he doesn't seem to need any. If you really try, he'll be a little nicer to you, but that may be it. He's willing to stand by you, along with the rest of his Clan-mates, and fight for you, but he expects you to do the same. His true feelings are still locked behind his silent eyes and inside his frosty heart. His quick wits and sharp mind help make his strategical thinking impeccable. He had good intentions, but is sometimes blinded by the seriousness of a situation due to his stubborn attitude and pessimistic outlook. He pursues goals despite risks and overwhelming odds and doesn't give up. An amazing fighter, Asterstar has been known for his fantastic fighting skills. He knows all the tricks in the books and knows when to use them and when not to, mainly when to. Despite the arrogance and his uneasy aura that makes him unapproachable, it's difficult to find out just what his exact weakness is. He makes sure to keep it this way, though you could figure it out if you looked into his past. He was born in Winterclan, in the days when Winterclan was still warm-hearted. His mother died of blood loss giving birth and his siblings died soon afterwards. Asterstar, being the strongest out of the litter, survived. His father was Ploverstream, the only other member of his family left alive, but not for long, One day, in his apprentice days, he came back to camp to find his dad dead, slain in his home and now lying in a pool of his own blood that still flowed from a large gash in his throat. This was the first freezing of his heart, scarring his emotionally and psychologically. In his depression, Duckdash, a family friend, adopted Asterstar. Asterstar continued to go on, but the pain of loosing his father to a mysterious murderer still bothered him as he searched for a lost heirloom. He soon became Asterdestiny, deciding to start a new chapter in life and get over his families death. But that's not what happened. One day, when he and Duckdash were out hunting, Duckdash told him something, driven by madness. That he killed Ploverstream in order to get the heirloom. Asterdestiny's vision of Duckdash as a caring adoptive father was shattered. All the anger and wrath that had built up finally came out in one surge, making Asterstar attack. He quickly had Duckdash defeated, fueled by the revenge and anger that now ran through his veins. He kept his adoptive father alive, demanding to know where the heirloom was. Duckdash stayed silent, allowing himself to bleed to death underneath Asterstar's paws. Asterstar continues his search, but gave up after the Clan had moved, planning on sending one of his kits after it, that is, when he has some. A torn up past, a bone freezing aura and a nippy smile; all Asterstar.
Dawnstar
Rped by xLoveWarriorsx
A beautiful tortoiseshell she-cat with white paws and a white underbelly. Her eyes are light green and she is very kind. She is a very loyal clan member and will stick to her leaders side until her last breath. She is fierce in battle and is also intelligent. Her clan mates often come to her for advice and she doesn't hesitate to help them out. She is hard working and is a strong believer in Star Clan. She knows that when something goes wrong, that Star Clan will always be there. When she was just a kit, she watched as her mother died at the claws of a kittypet. That experience made her strong yet at the same time it made her have great hatred for kittypets. She would make a great mate and an amazing mother. When she feels under stress she usually goes on long walks or even runs through the territory. When she was young she studied each square-inch of their territory so it is easy for her to handle patrols. When two of her clanmates are in an argument she is usually asked to be the mediator. Most of her clanmates enjoy spending time with her. For the most part she is sweet but when it comes to defending her clan she can be quite a shock.
Sablestar
Rped by Mousely/FairyTail.
Exotic slithers of cocoa brown enrich the silky lengths of her coat imbued by touches ebony when the shadows drift upon her being. When the bright sun reflects off her glossy pelt the sable slips away replaced by a refined burning copper hue. Her eyes are like a sun bathed sky or a drop of honey. Endless golden waves in a deep expansive chasm shadowed by a black oval pupil. Slender legs descend from her lithe build as delicate as a vixens, giving her the illusion of gliding over the ground like a dancer on ice. Her movements are laced with finesse and grace almost foreign to the cats of the wild, but she is welcome with them. For she is an untamed oddity, forever stealing bewildered glances from her clan mates. Her secret? Sablehare was born to a family performing cats who displayed the athletic prowess through various obstacles and difficult trials. She was trained in the same way as her kin, but she held no passion for it. Her human owners filled her with contempt. After a life of tricks and humiliation to please other people she finally decided to was time to leave. She chose her timing carefully, after her presumed last show she escaped through an open window. Realization rushing through her when Sablehare met with the wilderness and the cold midnight air fingered through her skin like icy talons. She was overcome with the terrible reality that she did not know anything of how to survive in the wild, but her savior came in the form of a clan. After three days of relentless hunger she collapsed in their harsh ever winter territory, eventually found by a passing patrol. That's when her second chance at life began as a warrior named Sablehare, named for her dark fur and long slender legs and aside from coming from an unusual back ground she's like a natural born warrior. Her athletic skills aid her hunting abilities making her very capable indeed. During her time in WinterClan she has learned the value of life and the price of freedom. No longer is she the spoiled madam she once was. Now a selfless WinterClanner fills her paws, brimming with kindness and patience. Although her temper claws its way out when she's pressed and it's a scary sight indeed, but hear this now for these words will be spoken for a long time to come. The proud sable hare walks among the winter, never breaking and forever fighting.
Hazestar (heart)
Played by Firewolf3
There are two sides to every coin, but what if you were to stack them atop one another? With every one added it doubles the amount of sides, increases the shared density in the pile. Would it be right to see it as still only two faces or should each hidden side be considered? Invert this to get a good glimpse of how it might be said for Hazeheart. He might just have one face, but every magician has a dozen masks. Remove one to let the other show. There's no correct way to define him unless the term 'angled' or one of its synonyms comes to the batting cage. He can adapt to the set mood or decree his own; be a complete jerk or utter sweetheart. It all depends on which way the die lands. To be near him when it's cast to snake eyes is to beg for mercy. Which comes in no form simpler than death. A wrecking ball with no string attached to command it. He'll battle on until all the inherent blood is washed away. Only for it to leak from his severed heart and rehash his anger as the cycle renews. Not per say applicable for leadership. It's a wonder how he was ever adopted into the clan and dealt with for so long. A brooding storm bank just waiting to thunder down. But yet a simple soul who oftentimes cares only for his clan's well being. When he's not pillaging off the deeds of others for his own self good. Though it might not seem like it, Hazeheart has the blood of two past leaders in his blood as well as that of a medicine cat. His grandmother Mayhemstar and half-siblings Bat E'tan and Sarabande. He bears pride for his heritage even though it proves he's not a WinterClan pure of blood. As he sometimes would like to be. Though you can't change what was done not of your choice, so he lives with it. With more connections to his family than he can name. Each has written its own tale to add to the many generations, all recorded in his blood and some in his mind. All soldiers who beat out a mixed hymn. Many bloodying their path in a way akin to the way he does his own, and some even taint his own handiwork. Just to show that Hazeheart does not laugh with one voice. The more he learns of his kin, the more impressionable he becomes to their deeds and mistakes. And the more masquerades he crafts to billow around himself. He isn't so normal in appearance either, his mother retaining Oriental genes and his father having those of a siamese. Tethers of a creamy off-white give life to his willowy, wedged frame. Muscles link together beneath the pricks of fur and add a rough topography to his build. Soft grays and rustic russets mesh together and accent his facial features and ears, most prominent along the bridge of his nose. Twin sequins of a pumpkin-amber were finagled into his design, set with a faint underwash of lapis lazuli blue that give off the impression that his eyes are indeed his soul. Transparent windows revealing the untempered wrath of his deepest dimensions. And yet could it be just another form of mask? Cleverly disguised in a haze of colour.
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Frozenfire
Rped by Love.Is.Forever/*Twinkle.Twinkle*
The name sound familiar? It should. This is Frozenfire, the dead, former medicine cat of Winterclan. Her fluffy white fur is different from the dark pelts of the Dark Forest and her blazing orange eyes shine once again with new life. She walked with Dark Forest and even was trained to fight by some of their cats. Her story started long ago, during the season where the wind blew harshly and frozen white flakes fell heavy from the sky. Four kits were born, and one towered over the rest. One died, two were thought to be dead, and the last was forgotten. The forgotten one was left stranded in the freezing blizzard. She began a journey which took her to Winterclan, where they took the kit in, believing she would win them many battles one day. But she changed her mind. She had her eyes set on being what was called a medicine cat. The clan tried over and over again to change her mind, but she was destined to become a medicine cat. But at her first mooncreek meeting, she traveled into the Dark Forest, and fell in love with the power. She went dark. And very few cared. She was evil, and a medicine cat. How? Oh, she helped her clan, but with dismay and a dark heart. She laughed at the hurt, but cared for them as little as was needed. Then...she had kits. Her kits became a burden to hide. She almost hated them, but deep inside had a soft spot. They know who their mother is, it was very clear. But no one else in the clan knew but her apprentice, Weaselshiver. Frozenfire never knew the story of her apprentice when she was living, but she presses to know it as she haunts his dreams. Now whatever happened to the two kits that were thought to be dead. Why, they grew up to be stone cold killers. Golden and Celeste. They wreaked havoc on Frozenfire's dreams and tortured her. The Experiment. That's what she was to them. But now Frozenfire has friends in the Dark Forest and Golden and Celeste try to stay away from their sister. Slinking around, being careful not to bother her. How did Frozenfire die? Another story is what you're asking for. She was happily enjoying her first day after a full night's worth of dreamless sleep. A band of rogue's attacked her and she was stubborn. She tried to kill them, she really did! But there were to many of them and they overtook her, brutally killing her. She was found by her former apprentice, torn apart and bleeding to death. And that, is just the basic life of Frozenfire. Former medicine cat of Winterclan.
Poisonrose
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
Think of a rose. The beauty that they hold. The soft feeling of the red petals. The sweet scent of the delicate flower. Now think of poison. The darkness that it carries. The feeling of dread when you realize that you've ingested it. The stench of death after it has finished its job. Imagine what it would be like if the two were combined; tricking with innocence and poisoning with deadly methods. Look what's been created! An alluring death trap! Sounds just like Poisonrose. Her trickery is just one of her dark traits. With a light brown pelt, you wouldn't think she'd by attractive enough to draw others in, would you? But her eyes... Sometimes it's violet, but when her rage is unleashed, they turn the color of deathberries. Quite a coincidence, since she herself is a medicine cat. Unexpected? Yes, many agree. I guess she'd rather have the power to kill stealthily rather than face off against another. But no worries within this clan. Though she is ominous and evil, she feels a loyalty towards WinterClan. Her siblings, on the other hand, may not feel the same. Shadeslayer, for one, is the most evil. Perhaps even the darkest cat she's seen yet; besides in the Dark Forest. Surprised? Why? Wouldn't you expect this from one who likes to feel the shudder of another taking their last breath under her paws? Not every medicine cat is kind and harmless. A fine example could be Frozenfire. Remember her? Poisonrose has seen her often. Yes, she is a wonderful cat! Well, that depends on how your outlook on wonderful is. You think these are the only cat's from WinterClan to enter the Dark Forest? Ha! You make me sick. Oh yes, many visit the dim, cold forest. They aren't that bad, are they? Surely there are worse than them. Actually, you're probably right. If any are darker than them, well, they'll take care of that little problem. Scared yet? You should be. Her darkness is one reason she keeps a secret stash of deathberries. Often others see the stains of the berries and fear. Was it berry juice or blood. They'll never know... Oh, did I mention pranks was one of her special hobbies? Oh no, not the harmless jokes that cause no more than a scowl; the prank that causes an allergic reaction or getting damaged. Poisonrose enjoys when they reluctantly creep into her den to get healed. Poppy seeds are not used often in her remedies. Sometimes when she has a small flash of sympathy for the cat. Lucky little fox. No, she isn't completely evil. You're mistaking her with her brother. You could say she does have some of her mother in her. Shadowmasquerade isn't exactly the deadliest cat. A little devilish, but no more than that. Perhaps that little bit of rose was enough to give her some space in that black heart of hers. Another wonderful quality of being a medicine cat is never having to worry about the pathetic toms that so easily throw themselves at you. Heh, how their lives slipped so quickly... See? There is in fact more poison than rose in her. The fact that there is any kindness in her sickens Poisonrose. Yet, she keeps with her position. Herbs seem to be something she got attached to. Just make sure to check your nests before you sleep. What lies under the soft moss is a deadly surprise waiting to be found.
Laconickill
RPed by Ashenfate/Twitterpated
Some may wonder the meaning of this she-cat's name. Laconic means short, or to the point. Her name means a short kill. This onyx colored she-cat is not large, or muscled, but rather small and lithe. Her small form makes it easy for her to complete her tasks as a member of the Rescue Team. Her ice colored eyes seem to glow as cats see her. She is nor quiet, nor loud. She is not talkative, nor is she antisocial. This she-cat can sometimes become easily frustrated, depending upon the situation. But she is easy going at most times, and quick to react.
Former Rescue Team Head
Brokensoul
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
Killing. It's not so bad, is it? Surely not. Some would be horrified at the thought of their own clan-mate being a killer. That's why they don't know that. She looks ominous enough to be a killer. Black fur and gray stripes. Even has red eyes. Not to worry. She's more of a shell; a former form of herself. She's broken, of course. She can't help but be lured to any signs of death... Blood, fear, screams of pain, or just pain itself. Some call her names, others just stay away. But sometimes it's better like that, you know? The ability to sit by yourself... Gives you time to think; get more intelligent. Or gives you time to burn off your rage, which is easier to do when you're killing... But this is the way she enjoys her time: Alone. Killing. Doing something -not- for the better of others... This is probably the way the rest of her life will be spent.
Insaneserenity
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
She talks to herself, but it's as if she's actually talking to a real person. It's not a real person,though. It's her, but she has multi-personalities... She makes different people for each one but they are only in her mind. This is Insaneserenity. Insaneserenity has orange fur with bright blue-green eyes. Her paws are black and she has an insane look in her eyes. You kind of get use to the madness. But then again, it's kind of like living in your own world, except you still can't make the rules. After you figure out that they don't actually exist and it's just you, not others, controlling the body, you think it's over, that you can live another life. Oh, what a mistake. Don't you know? Whenever you create a future for yourself, it never goes away.
Venomfang
Rped by.:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
Dark, twisting stripes cover his black pelt, barely visible. His long fluffy fur constantly covers his left eye, while his other eye is a mysterious dark green. Hardly speaking to anyone, the tom is known as an outcast. Hardly anyone speaks to him, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the silence of solitude. The difference between himself and his clan mates doesn't bother him. Sounds like a weak cat, doesn't it? If that's what you're assuming, then you're terribly wrong. By finding the differences, he finds easier ways to break them. An easier way to discover their secrets. He is always alert and ready for battle, long fangs prepared to sink into flesh. This makes him avoided by others on the battle field, but that doesn't stop him from attacking them. He loves battle, loves the feeling of blood surrounding his paws. Sounds like a Dark Forest cat, does it not? Lucky for you, he isn't. He is loyal to his clan, and fights only for them. His heart is black and rimmed with ice, but there are several chunks of it missing from his past. The inside of it is burning, leaving embers in its path. The flame is killing him from the inside, and only someone special can quench the thirst the flames yearn for. He hides his pain, but when the one, special cat comes, he will find relief that has never been felt by him before. A relief that will soften him for the she-cat, but will remain hard to everyone around her. The she-cat will be Venomfang's escape. His escape from reality that will only be provided by his perfect cat. The only one that can get him talk, the only one that will get him to soften, and the only one that can heal the missing pieces in his heart.
Former shard
Silentflames
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
A ring of fire is burning around one cat, seeming loud to that one form, but silent to the bystanders as they watched the flames close in... The cat made no sound, standing with bravery and fierceness as she was engulfed in flames, and eventually the bystanders figured the flames would die down. But they didn't. They remained burning, and the cat remained as silent as the flames, even hidden amongst the orange flickers of heat. Finally a noise came from the fire, echoing through the crowd fiercely. A roar was ripped through the air, holding so much pain it seemed to send jolts of fire through the crowd, making them stagger. A form walked from the spreading fire, seeming to burn herself with fiery orange fur. Her fur was laced with lighter orange stripes, and darker orange stripes lay beneath those, making the cat seem complex. Then her eyes... Hazel hues spread over them, stopping at her black pupils, then returning to the edge with a layer of green. Hints of orange were specked within her optics, another complicated feature of the she-cat. Silentflames was her name. Surprisingly this she-cat was not the most loyal cat. No, she was a rogue. Yet before that, before her life went completely mad and mutinous, she was a loner. Being a loner, she didn't exactly associate with other cats. Mainly she stayed in the cave she discovered as a kitten. Remaining there most of her life, nothing really messed with her. She came and went as she pleased, staying sneaky and quiet as she did so. Though nothing messed with her, dangerous animals still lurked around her home. A few times she had to hide from them, but still remained okay. Once or twice a small avalanche crumbled down, but only small parts of her cave was damaged. She managed to survive, though barely scraping by. Growing out of kithood was a difficult path for Silentflames. Having no one to look to for help was hard when you were young. But she survived alright, learning to hunt quickly. Fighting was another thing... At first she didn't give a thought about fighting, thinking she would be ok. Not the smartest thing to do. She was attacked by a small fox, and with no known way to defend herself, she had tried clawing it, but barely made a scratch. Thinking this was going to be her death, she had trembled as her attacker inched closer to her. Yet a savior had come to her rescue, lunging at the small creature with brutality. It was an older tom, almost as old as an elder. It hadn't killed the fox, but it chased it away from Silentflames, yet when he had talked to her, it seemed like she would be the last person the tom would save. Basically he acted like she was a glob of worthlessness that could do nothing. Nothing but take up space. He called himself Ace, and apparently he lead a group. Immediately she thought of help, food and shelter. Then desperate thoughts had clouded her mind, thoughts of joining his group. Of course, he didn't offer her anything, just left like he had been spit on by some disgusting being. Small whimpers of hopelessness had echoed around her as she made her way back to her cave. What else could she do? Going to sleep that night, she knew that training would be needed... And that's what she did. She trained long and hard each day, stopping every once in awhile to rest. Moons later she was a strong she-cat, almost the age of a warrior. Finally she entered the edge of trees Ace had lurked in, fierce eyes sweeping through the waving leaves with fiery anger. Yet when she finally saw him, he was weak and old... Too old for her to pay him back honorably. The only thing she did was glare at him with hatred, sinking her sharpened claws into the earth with anger. “Well, Ace, who is the worthless glob?” She had said, muscles rippling underneath her fiery pelt. His only response had been a dark smirk, before he slowly padded away. She wanted to pelt after him, to rip her claws into his flesh. Ace was crowfood, something so pathetic... Yet powerful in many ways. Silently, she followed him, watching with careful, narrowed eyes. He finally came to a rock, which confused Silentflames, until he pushed it away, revealing a deep tunnel. Ace slipped into it, and quickly she followed, making sure not to get too close to him. After a few moments, they entered a large cavern, which was filled with many cats. Many looked ruthless and maniacal, and some looked strong and contained, standing off to the side. Carefully, she attempted to creep into a hiding place, only to be caught. Unfortunately, Silentflames had no time to escape as they enclosed around her, mutinous smiles plastered on their faces. Then Ace stepped through the crowd, a grin on his face. Accusing her of spying for some other rouge group, he sent his best warrior on her, and they battled. Silentflames fought with ferocity, giving the cat deep gashes and long, jagged cuts. She also got damaged; long, yet miniscule cuts were marked along her orange pelt. Yet, a gash was below her eye, bleeding steadily. With a strong, final blow, she killed the cat. A look of shock crossed her face when the warrior's body hit the ground with a 'thump', but when she turned to Ace, his laughter started to echo throughout the cave. Slowly, he circled around Silentflames, seeming to inspect her. A questioning look was spread across her face, as well as across the many cats around the cavern. Finally, Ace offered her the position of leader once he died, since she just killed his successor. Thrill, ambition, fear, and reluctance were emotions she felt at that moment. Could she actually lead something like this? Something so maniacal and ruthless? Before she could debate, the words accepting his offer slipped from her mouth. Suddenly yowls of protest ripped through the crowd, echoing off of the rock walls. Ace, giving a deathly look, got them all to quiet down as he led her around the cave to point where things were. A nod from Silentflames was given at each location, memorizing the place while moving on to the next. Soon they came to the leader's personal cave, which was actually quite large. She looked around in approval at the den, and said nothing at the bones hidden in the corners of the cave. When night fell, and everyone was huddled in a nest, she slipped from the cavern, wanting to visit her cave for perhaps the last time. When she arrived, it was in ruins, crumbled in a pile of rocks. Desperately, she tore through the small rocks until she found what she was looking for. Her mother's collar, which she had hidden away in a crevice. It was torn, and dusty from the rocks. She wanted to cry. To lift her head and yowl at the supposed ancestors in the skies. But she didn't, just tried to put the damaged collar on. Slowly, she found her way back to the cavern, a hard look on her face and the collar around her neck. As she fell asleep that night, a star shone brightly in the sky, though she wasn’t aware of it. The next day she was stronger, repaired from last night's discoveries. And she rejoiced when Ace was found dead in his cave. Now it was her turn... Her turn to pay back the cruel world. That's what she did. No matter how slow it was, she would do it. She started planning when Ace was found dead, thinking everything through. First she would attack the surrounding rouge groups, where she collected the strongest ones to fight with them, like it or not. They won victory after victory, slaying anyone or anything that crossed them. Many died, but many stronger cats were replacing them, making her group stronger. Finally she came to the edge of snowy mountains, where one clan of rouges and loners stayed outside of the snow. They attacked them without much strategy, soon losing many cats to the powerful group. After awhile few were left, and now she looked panicked as the other clan surrounded her, planning on killing her mercilessly... As they readied themselves to pounce, twolegs flooded the clearing, some of them screaming and running from the dead cats' bodies, while some stayed. A cruel, wicked twoleg dropped a fiery stick, lighting the clearing before running off, leaving the cats to burn... Many of the rouges burned, some escaped, and some stayed outside of the flames as they watched the fire close in on Silentflames. That is how she got in the terrible position. How her pain-filled cries were so agonized. Some think she just avoided the flames and found a way out without being harmed, while others think she is some goddess that is invincible, or fireproof. But she is not invincible, nor a goddess. Actually she just managed to escape, and she left without a word, leaving the remaining cats astounded at the current happenings. They simply watched as she slipped through the snowy mountains, remaining seen by her fiery pelt. She didn't look back. She didn't dare look back at the carnage she had done, just pushed forward towards any shelter she could find, reminding herself of the once desperate kitten she had been. Finally she found cats... Though they were hidden amongst cold snow. But it seemed at home to her there, in the cave they lived in. So maybe she can push back the past; lock it away in a cage while she lives in the current. But that will never ease the burning pain that will always reside within her stony heart as she lives in the chilly clan of WinterClan.
Ancientriddler
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
A clash of claws that brings back many battles... The memories of death and sorrow... You can see all of this in one tom. Streaks of gold, red, and white cover his black pelt. His eyes are violet, daring you to question him. This is none other than Ancientriddler, son of Tangleweb. He tricks you in the most confusing ways, leaving you with nothing... He gives you riddles, which few can unravel. But the few that can usually don't last long. Dare to challenge him? What a mistake that would be... The rest of his story would be hard to tell, a riddle some might say. But careful what you seek because it might come back one day...
Nightfalls
Rped by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
It begins at dusk. The shadows of night stumbling out of their places after you. The creatures that chase you away, and you run. Who wouldn't? This long period of time without the sun... It kills anyone captured in it. Of course, some like the night. Some enjoy the shadow dancers. They dance with them, their rythym unknown. Others flee for their lives, afraid that they will take them. Let me introduce you to Nightfalls, the one you've been fleeing from. Yes, this is him. The one you think so bad of. Oh yes, he could very likely snap your neck, if he wants. He hates the living of almost every cat, wishing they would leave him with his peace in the shadows, which he blends with. His pelt is black, with a dark gray line slashing across his left eye. His left eye is red, fierce and filled with hate. His right eye is purple, no emotion displayed there. This is a creature of the night. This is whom you want to flee from. Do so now, before he destroys you. Ah, too late. You don't move quick enough! Oh but listen to the sounds of the night. Ah, the creatures of the night. What sweet music they make...
Wolftrick
Played by Firewolf3
A voluminous tom with characteristics that categorize him with that of a wolfs. He has a very muscular build and larger-than-normal paws, all of his body covered in scruffy gray pelage. Along most of his facial features and his hackles is a trail of darkened fur, almost black, that marks his notability. Nearer to his flanks is a colouring of lighter fur that drips down towards his paws, though it is interspersed and hybridized with the other, more darker-of-texture hair. His tail, towards the tip, is almost ringed with black-to-gray, but the very tip is peppered with a fine snow-white. His optics also duplicate a wolfs; a pale green, with a bit of yellow added nearer the pupil. Despite his looks being quite more masculine than would be considered traditional for a feline, Wolf still finagles swift movements with effortless elegance and dexterity, never making even an unintelligible sound. He lives up to how his name suggest him: a wolf-like trickster. One of his favourite antics would be to encroach upon another (be it clan mate or prey), then sideslip off in the other direction, prodding the side or shoulder of his victim as he passes. Because of his constant drive to prank and joke around - sometimes in an unintentionally harsh manner - Wolf has trouble being accepted into his clan. Not that he distinctly cares, of course. His friends characterize him as such: A lovably playful cat, though a bound and determined duelist; but watch his temper.
Former Shard
Sootmask
Rped by Mousely/FairyTail.
From the tip of his ears descends an ebony which covers the full 'V', but shades of silver white paint the frame of his face reaching toward the dark smoky brown mask which covers his grey-blue eyes, capturing the image of a storm rising in the middle of the ocean. Starting on the bridge of his nose is a milky white which parts the mask ever so slightly and fills the rest of his torso until it is bordered by bands of smoky brown around his ankles resting above his four white paws. The colour of his tail is shared with that of his face mask, the same shade fills the length of it. He bares a slight resemblance to his father, Sootspider, but his fur is lighter like his mothers. Although his temperament is very different. He's an emotionally secluded tom, never what you'd call an open book. You could read the title, but never see past the cracks of the biding. To see the truth the pages of two different chapters would have to be read. One about a damaged young tom named Chief born into the vicious clan called CrowClan and another very different story, Sootmask's of WinterClan. The pair's souls and intertwined, one and the same. His past life imprints on his present one, Chief's spirit has haunted his daily life ever since he was a newborn. The two are the same and yet, not. Sootmask recalls nothing of once being Chief and instead believes his spirit is a figment of his own broken mind. They are diverged on separate paths, forever tied together. He once accepted his presence, considering him a friend of sorts until he was mocked by one feline too many. Since then he has felt torn in two, denying part of his existence. But he's willing to pay the price to be accepted, even though he's losing his self. It rains inside his conscience, the tears of one who was never loved. The one denied by his own heart. He feels the pain of Chief, the agony of his death followed by the nightmares and it brings darkness with it, his biggest vice. He resents all physical contact, even ones of affection. No one understands this quirk of his and misjudge him as being cold. He couldn't explain it to any of them as he's not good with feelings. Not even his own. A shattered fragment of his first heart, reflecting confusion in its wake.
Coloredcanvas
Rped by.:FantasyRose:.
Exotic beams of colored paints dance across the canvas of a bleached pelt, speckling the coat with rich hues of ginger, chestnut, ebony, cream, and a faded sepia of sorts. With inky paws and ears, he looks like a masterpiece, a rainbow in the least. Slender, lithe, agile, Coloredcanvas would be the number one candidate for fastest runner. His long, lean limbs help him hunt in a minimal amount of time, stealth never in short supply when it comes to sneaking up on his prey. No cat could tame him, even if they used a whip to knock the wildness out of his soul. He's free spirited, not one to linger on the past, but one to trample head first into the future. Coloredcanvas is always on the go, never slowing down to anyone's pace. He's a constant metronome, ticking day and night; unstoppable. Fearless. Some call him a hotheaded fool, but nothing can compare to his bravery and courageous persona. Dark jaded optics illuminate even the most shadowed of places, their depths gleaming with mystery and adventure. He takes every opportunity to put his paws into a journey, knowing that the rush and thrill of it all is simply breathtaking. This tom never seems to have a serious side, always cracking a joke here and there. It's virtually useless to try to make him listen to anything that could be considered a bore. Coloredcanvas is rather oblivious, clueless in love and practically anything else that's not in his interests. He doesn't take other's feelings into consideration, but that doesn't mean he has a cold heart. It's actually quite warm, brimming with affections that need a little push. Cunning, clever, and skilled, the warrior makes up a strange, yet unique character, something you would only find in a fantasy. He's the ultimate dreamer, chasing the figments with fervor and belief. Coloredcanvas can be antsy, giving him few tolerances. He's the type of cat who won't back down from any challenge, surpassing with flying colors. As for his past, Coloredcanvas always feels like a part of him is missing, and wonders if his twin, Paintedskies, thinks of him wherever she is. Separated at apprenticehood, the pair lost connection during a blizzard, his sister's whereabouts now a utter mystery. He often has thoughts about whether they are watching the same moon, and counting the same stars, and perhaps even coloring the paints on a blank canvas.
Former Frozen
Spiderbrine
Played by Firewolf3
It's like the moon conceived a tom who fell through the sky which was laden in twilight and was rolled through the snows of the clan he was then born to. Mostly ivory, as ghastly and ominous as the aura of the moon, with inverted stars coalescing and enlarging to create the oblong ink spill that stretches over the bridge of his nose before the white forms the gap between it and the cloak which travels from around his eyes to his compact ears over his broad back to his thrashing tail. Eyes as glistening as a mossy pond, with their proclivities being that they analyze far more than they actually see. Once, he had been ruthless to all but his family. Once, he had outcasted any cat who was an actual outcast in their life, no matter their rank. No cat without blood purity was worth acknowledgement to him. It all changed when he underwent a tragedy that came upon him in the form of death, fate stealing from him his brother, Sootmask. It drove him to the edge, such a new warrior - then at the time with the name Spiderscourge - who also carried with him the burden of heartbreak after his apprenticeship sweetheart chose to reject him. He abandoned himself and ran without warning, leaving even his brooding father, Sootspider, behind. His "hiatus" as he later decided to call it cleansed his mind - some say by driving him to the brink of insanity - and in the aftermath left a more wary, cautious tom with more than just trust issues. He struggled to cope with the memories that lodged in his heart, but instead decided to wear his pride over as a mask as he fought to enclose around his heart a carapace derived of his many torments. He made his debut return as Spiderbrine, still the son of Sootspider and Missingferret, still the brother of the late Sootmask (among his other siblings who never played important roles in his life), and still one of the many fragments of WinterClan's surface of cracked ice. Prepared to follow his clan into death now.
Former Frozen
Burningflame
Played by Firewolf3
Perhaps Burningkit wasn't cut out for clan life. Babied as the runt of his litter, he was groomed into a sensitive kit prone to whining at the slightest prick of his paw. Discomfort wasn't taken on a well note with him. He'd cry throughout an entire day just to be tended to by his mother or another queen. This earned him a sour audience, many of his clan mates - especially those sharing a den with him - spiting him due to his blustering outrages. He was the coals of a dying flame, not the terror but the nuisance of being there still. And while he shrugged it off, all the hate he gathered burrowed deep in the furrows of his heart. Now perhaps Burningpaw was a little bit more intelligible and considerate of others. No longer the brittle kit ready to burst out at anything and everything. Training toughened him, steadied his core and showed him what it meant to live as a WinterClan cat. Naturally, he came back each evening with scuffs along his cheeks, blistered a red beneath the downy gray that shields his gentle frame. Even in his growth he retained a feminine configuration. Light, careful paws ready to flee but which could also hold their own in even the strongest of wintry gales, against even the mightiest apprentices of other clans. A smooth face set atop heavy-set shoulders that are the bulkiest anyone could see upon the delicate apprentice. But his eyes smoldered constantly with the wrath of every warrior, the fire which was fanned within him and was always reflected even when tears threatened to douse them. And though it was tarnished and beaten along the course of time, a pride was bestowed in Burningflame that he had struggled his way through life. A sage warrior was the result, flames springing from the pitch, stringing forth the smoky banner of triumph and nobility.
Jaguarpaw (dusk)
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
The beautiful, multi-shaded sky as dusk starts to settle among the surrounding land. One, lithe form is noticed among the snowy ground, lifting its head towards the sun. Reddish yellow fur covers His body, similar tintings filling his round eyes. Odd black spots cover his pelt, making him resemble a leopard. Seemingly fearless to others, but racked with paranoia an phobia of disaster on the inside. Each day seems like an internal conflict for the poor tom. Though several treacherous vision go through his mind day after day, Jaguardusk takes after his older brother, Sootspider, the Rescue Team Head. He seems to have a more of a connection with the snappy tom, compared to his other brother, Ancientriddler. And, oddly, he hardly makes an effort to discuss a word with his own litter. Actually, he doesn't converse with many. A few cats rarely talk to him, unless it's his gleeful sister Lynxdive. Honestly, she got on his nerves quite a bit. Still, that doesn't keep him from having much affection for his relative. The three of Tangleweb's second litter is know notoriously as a mistake. Mistake number two, to be exact. The wretched spawns of the treacherous Playwright. What a delightful label! Jaguardusk has a hatred towards his father, and can't help but have the feeling that his own mother made the horrid mistake. That she had more of the blame; That's how it is for Jaguardusk. A confused mind for a sour heart.
Former rescue team apprentice
Phoenixpaw [raze]
Rped by Mousely/FairyTail.
A lightly toasted golden brown, like sweet cinnamon tint the layers of fur which blankets the muscular build of this young tom. Around his paws and underbelly the colours grow lighter changing into a pale shade of cream. Similar to the shade of his father's fur, but with brighter hues of cream possibly inherited from his grandmother. His eyes are azure flecked with shades of icy blue, like a hailstorm in motion or cracks in a broken mirror. Nothing in his appearance suggests why he might have been pinned with the name Phoenix. His mother chose it specificity as a reminder of their families strength, through fire and ashes they would always survive. It encourages him to remain as a symbol of strength to give his name its true meaning. The defiance in his gaze is a warning to anyone who might seek to harm his kin. The wrath of a hungry lion lies within this tenacious tom, ready to let loose if need be and paired with his talent for fighting; it's the force of a phoenix born from winter. For those who truly matter like clan mates, family and friends his good natured personality shines through along with his tendency of smooth talking which often leads to uncomfortable situations for him. His charming words often lead the ladies to wrong ideas, such as getting too close and for a tom with a phobia of females this results in him majorly freaking out. An embarrassing vice which he tries to keep under lock and key, but fails miserably. No matter how confident he can act in their presence, once they enter his personal space the secret is let loose and so is all of his courage. Those within the ranks of his family are not exempt from his phobia either although he is slightly more comfortable around them except for his stern mother, Icespell. Being rebuked by her is enough for him to fear misbehaving for moons to come, perhaps the seed of his phobia but nothing is for certain. What is, is his bravery otherwise. His phobia makes him appear to be timid, bashful even, but here is a tom who would run into a blazing fire with his eyes closed. Foolish and sometimes a little dense among other things, all of these are the little factors which make him a true noble guardian of winter.
Former rescue team apprentice
Harepaw [chase]
Rped by Mousely/FairyTail.
Drifting down from his lean build are the slender legs of a runner, filled by a sable pelt which runs through his lithe form as fluidly as a chocolate river. In the light it burns as strong as copper in hue or as dark as ebony in the shadows just like his mother's fur. His eyes are his revealing presense, not as gold as honeydrops like his mother, but are hazel instead. A maze of green and brown binds around itself in his irises, twisting and turning until it forms one colour. The epitimy of a rodent in the form of a feline. When encouraged to run, this tom can build up great bursts of speed which so far seems to be unrivaled by anyone else in his clan. He has been dubbed the fastest cat in WinterClan and it's probably got some truth in it, but he's too lazy to be put to the test. The only time he will run is when he has to hunt for food. Harechase never races for fun as he's got as much motivation as a sloth. He's a very easy going feline, never burdened by the worries of life. You could say he didn't care, but at times he has proven to be a very empathetic fellow which isn't always a good thing. Sometimes he can care too much and get wrapped up in other's business when he should be minding his own, but most of the time he fails to notice things that are right under his nose, like when he's upset someone for instance. Naive would be the right word to describe how he goes about things. He doesn't fully understand the feelings of others, but carries on without a care. Ignorance is bliss as they say. He spends most of his day trying to avoid the daily tasks that are he has to complete, often snoring away in his den instead of joining the dawn patrol or staying up late to attend a gathering. Harechase is the worst example of a clan leaders son. Instead of taking pride in his heritage, he drags it down by being a lazy good for nothing. No matter how many lectures he has on how he should set an example to the clan it blows straight through his empty skull. Truth is he often dreams of an easier life, such as being a kittypet, but he's too ashamed to tell anyone as it would prove everyone was right about him. "WinterClan would be better off without a loser like him," is what he often hears.
Tundrakit (tumble)
RPed by ElectricWalrus.
Something about his questioning glance and quirky personality will make you fall in love with this light gray tom instantly. He has long-ish fur that will never stay in one direction, no matter how long he grooms. Tufts of fluffy dark hair stick out all over, making him look bulkier than he actually is. The most striking think about his dashingly handsome good looks are his pale blue eyes. Captivatingly intense and perplexing, they seem to morph and shift like a fire. He's an alright hunter, and can catch his share of prey if he wanted to, but fighting is his strong suit. He has a high pain tolerance, and his thick jacket of a pelt means that it takes strength to puncture his skin in combat. With long legs and a muscular build, is is tall and very intimidating. Ninety-seven percent of the time, he is the happiest cat alive, playful, energetic and more than willing to help out. But, if you double cross him, his family or his Clan, Tundratumble will show you how mean he can be if he tries. Initially, he will just unleash his sharp tongue and stab at you. Then, it seems to subside, and he acts like everything's cool, but a horrid plot will be boiling in his mind. He'll drop hints about it, and make you paranoid, even going out of his way to seem like he's preparing something for his poor victim. The thing is, he won't do anything. The punishment is the paranoia you deal with, the insomnia, and the dreadful feelings you can't get away from. Usually they get he's too mild to be violent towards you, but some can't shake the feeling he's ready to pounce at any moment. Around his family, he is delightful and a real pleasure to be near, around strangers he is polite and harmless, and everyone knows him to be generally kind and caring. He's a natural leader, and could accomplish great things, people respect him and his is very intelligent. Tundratumble was named after his eyes, for if he were to get upset, or angry they would turn into sheets of ice that would freeze your core if he so much as glanced at you. But, when he's calm, they're a swimming ocean of fun and sympathy. He loves kits and would make an excellent father one day. His good looks and easy personality mean that he would have no problem finding a nice mate. Because of his generally caring nature, he is known for his advice and wisdom. If you have any problems, Tundratumble is the tom to talk to. He's a very empathetic guy and a superb teacher. He would make a great mentor and everyone enjoys being around him. He loves his mother Tangleweb and his brothers very much.
Astrokit {{ projector }}
RPed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:./slender.
Paranormal activity. One thing Astroprojector can relate to would be exactly that. You can say it's sort of like dreaming with StarClan or the Dark Forest, except he sees restless spirits of every thing that ever lived. Sometimes, when he slips into the confinements of the dark, hazy hold of sleep, he actually slips from his body in a spiritual form, going anywhere he wants and only being seen by spirits. Often he finds they try to connect with him; even try to posses his body. The happenings In his sleep causes him to be a personal tom; he only talks to himself, and rarely other cats that he knows. Astroprojector is neither ugly nor handsome. White, creamy fur covers his lithe form, with specks of black trailing all over his coat. Two dark blue eyes are placed evenly among his face, and black whiskers stick from his muzzle. Though he is considered quiet and concealed, Astroprojector isn't afraid of much, considering he speaks to strayed souls. Most of his Clanmates call him full of it. They think he's just trying to draw attention to himself in an act of madness. Yet some are intrigued by his odd tales that he do rarely reveals. Son of Warpaint and Venomfang, he was expected to be strong and fierce, the complete opposite of what he is. His siblings, Tragictornado and Warcry, are a sort of mystery to him; somehow more than a stranger. An odd little ball of fur is what he is, always standing out among his thick-furred, strong clanmates. Astroprojector never really associated with his fellow clanmates. It never occurred to him how odd others saw him. Usually he was caught up in his thoughts. Sometimes it's awful hard to break the vivid images that flow constantly through the tom's mind. One thing is for sure: you can never wedge yourself between his terrorizing thoughts.
Aphrodite
Rped by Kewpie-doll
Aphrodite is the greek goddess of beauty and love. Aphrodite lives up to her name, She is a golden color with tan toes, tail tip, and diamond on her forhead. Aphrodite can freeze a cat in their trakes with her bright green gaze. She is a kind caring cat dispite the fact that she is a ferice fighter. Here is Aphrodite's story,if you know this you are luck she tells almost no one. Aphrodite was born in a twoleg place Her mom Sweettears and her sister Starie are her family.When Aphrodite was a few moons old twolegs came to were her family and other cats lived. they captued Sweettears, but did not get her or Starie. Aphrodite and Starie lived togther for two moons than more twolegs came, this time they captured Starie. Aphrodite ran far away from were she grew up. When she stoped running she found her self by the other clans. Then Aphrodite found DayClan, DayClan was were Sweettears grew up. In DayClan She found Sweettears, Sweettears had escaped from the twolegs. Aphrodite learned that know one had heard any news of her sister Starie. Aphrodite desided that DayClan was not for her. She became a loner that is when she learned that Starie was a kittypet in the research cabin by EarthClan. Aphrodite then lived by the cabin untill she was chased away. She sneaked back at nights untill Starie became a EarthClan cat and no longer lived in the lone cabin. That is how she came to WinterClan, she was a loner then a DayClan cat became a loner again and finely became a WinterClan cat. Even though Her mom is in DayClan and her sister is in EarthClan, Aphrodite's heart is in WinterClan.
Cinderkit [spider]
Rped by Mousely/FairyTail.
Tufts of soot grey fur nestle this sleek she-cat's small body, like a she's drifted through a haze of smoke and her fur has been singed. It weaves around her, one solid colour not darkened by a mask like her father's fur. Although very much like Sootspider her gaze has captured the image of a torrential sea, green w