Peace, love, SpringClan. We are the cats who tend to prefer peace over war, love over hate. Don't be mistaken, though, if you wrong us we will fight you, and we will win. Many mistake our kindness for weakness, but we are just as strong, if not stronger, as all the other Clans. We love everyone, and will give everyone a fair chance to speak their mind. We accept anyone into our Clan within reason, and will love them just as we love all of our other Clan-mates. Every member is loyal to SpringClan, and will willingly fight to the death to protect our Clan. We strictly follow the Warrior-Code, but are not afraid to do what we believe is right for the Clan, even if it strays a bit from the code. We are intelligent and smart, and often use our minds rather than brute strength to win a battle. Brute strength, of course, is not a strong-point of those living in these flowery plains, but that doesn't mean we can't win a battle. We are charismatic and easy to get along with. We tend to be the kind of cats everyone wants to be around. Well, one thing's for sure; You don't want us as enemies.
Phantomstar (dusk)
Confliction is like a scar that tears into the mind, piercing the self certainty that any bare like a sharp blade. Many times his emotional stronghold has been invaded by shadows of doubt that linger until he's convinced that his imaginary monsters exists. Tiptoeing through the crevices of Phantomstar's subconscious, whispering ill deeds into his ears. Words that numb his heart of all morality, convincing him that vengeance is all that matters. In the past they were easy to ignore when he was, but a mere kitten. Now he is his own monster, having been wandering the tunnels of the Renegade Regime for moons after his family left him, something dark was unleashed inside his ice shard of a heart. It spans from his dear mother, Eve. One of two gifts from her. His father's single present was his stunning coat. Sterling silver entwines his around broad shoulders, gracefully binding around the rest of his large frame. Gray spidery stripes curl around his silver coat, from head to toe. His eyes ignite like bright sparks, amber gold inherited from his mother. A variety of both his parents, but more of his mother since time has passed. His cowardly father left before he was born, fearful of the prospect of father hood. He scorns the bones of his sire and anyone like him. Cowards quickly become his prey, marred by his razor sharp claws and inborn killer instincts. They say that killers are born and not made, but a legacy cannot merely be ignored especially when it is all you are. The entirety of his kin walk in the shadows, no matter if they fought it it soon dragged them back under again. Into the abyss of malice. It's hard to believe he seeks after the lighter side of life, but losing his brother who was his only form of sanity burned his hopes to dust and now his head is barely above the water. Sometimes he welcomes the parade of darkness into his heart. His true side. One can pretend to be something they are not through fear, but might find themselves strangled by their own chains of deceit. He wouldn't be a victim of his own denial. Not now. He had grown, no longer the round faced kitten whose eyes were brighter than the sun, his face is more angular like his exotic mother. Now he's rather dark in his humor, curling his lips into a smile at the expense of an enemies pain, more so if he's the cause and unlike the past he's brimming with confidence. It seeps from those molten eyes of his, the link to his past or curse if the word would better suit the occasion. Now he finds himself in SpringClan, the leader. Not Ruben, Phantomstar. Leading is in his blood, like a path of thorns that he is chained to. The mark of his heritage will never leave. One born from darkness is forever stained by it.
Rped by Mousely
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Kits: None
Lives: 9/9
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Phoenix
With a pelt as black as coal, Phoenix can blend into the shadows seamlessly and effortlessly, eyes of scarlet peer out through the fires of combat which eternally attempts to stoke. His honor is his most restricting feature. He would wade into the heart of battle with but a word from superior, but would never attack she-cats or those not of equal strength. His tongue is as sharp as any claw, and his sarcasm doubly so. His muscular structure very well built, allowing him to continue fighting for ages against even the largest of opponents. Despite his usual play on ignorance, he is extremely intelligent and can sit down and figure something out with ease. His biggest draw back is that he does not operate in the day nearly as well as he would at night, preferring to stick to the shadows to protect his night-sensitive eyes from the harsh light. Nothing about his history is known, and he prefers to keep it that way, and will mearly give you a smart comment for your troubles.
Rped by Deatheye
Mate: None
Kits: None
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Tansyshine
Her short golden fur, when touched by sunlight, lights up the whole forest. Her belly and chin are lighter colour than the rest of her pelt. While her frame is smaller than average, when rushing to aid someone it is a strength; her lithe, graceful and light body allows for fast running, speedy climbing and easy squeezing through tight spaces. What she had been most teased for - her humongous ears - also became an attribute aiding in that department, and are all the better to listen with. Her bright tansy-yellow eyes, which she was named after, are filled with wisdom beyond her years. Tansyshine's natural sweet, kind, nurturing demeanour is what makes her, not just a wonderful Medicine Cat, but also a beautiful being to be around. While her voice is soothing like honey for a sore throat, cats listen to her gentle authority without even noticing. From the moment she was born, Tansyshine was different; she had a purpose in life, she knew so. The other kits laughed at her when instead of playing, she collected herbs for the Medicine Cats and helped out wherever she could. Soon, she progressed from Apprentice to full Medicine Cat, and it was the realisation of a lifelong dream; to protect and heal her Clanmates every day from then, to the end of her life.
Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
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Platinumpaw (thought)
He is a silver tom with platinum eyes. A soul of pure craftsmanship, Platinumthought can make anything out of nothing. He has "sandals" that he's had for awhile. He survived alone when he lived with his parents outside the clan. He kept having dreams of his parents dying and one day it became a reality. His parents were killed before his young eyes as two foxes stood there, leering directly at him. They were just about to kill him when something scared them off. He guessed it was a two-leg kit. He ran as fast as he could despite his injuries. He grabbed a piece of bark, put it down, and laid his head on it. He astonishingly fell asleep. He woke up from his deep slumber, as it was in the middle of winter. He grabbed a vine and struggled to tie the piece of bark on his head. He had little to no time to find help and soon, that time had all but dissipated. He woke up at the camp and stayed still. Not because he was scared or tense but because he was calm. His head felt better and his body ached instead of throbbing. He did everything he was told to do by the medicine cat. A few days after he was able to walk again. Even in the past few days of being at the camp he has had a few dejavu moments. He wants to be a medicine cat so that he can help those who need it like just like he did.
Rped by Shinerpelt
Matrixsnarl
A hundred days have made me older since the last time that I've saw your pretty face. A thousand lies have made me colder & I don't think I can look at this the same, but all the miles that seperate disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face. I'm here without you baby, but you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you baby & I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you baby, but you're still with me in my dreams & tonight it's only you & me.. Matrixsnarl is a large white tom with black paws & amber eyes. If you looked for one simple word to describe Matrixsnarl it would be, broken.. When he was an apprentice he was in his love with his best friend; Fawnpaw. She loved him as well, they did everything together and were always with each other whenever it was possible. She was his everything. The most beautiful she-cat he had ever seen, on the inside and the out, he loved her with all his heart. They had promised each other when they became warriors they would become mates & one day start a family. On the day of their warrior ceremony they decided to go out and celebrate by having one last hunt as apprentices, it would be Fawnpaw's last hunt. They wandered into the woods and were soon met by a badger, Matrixsnarl had wanted her to run & get help but she refused to leave his side. They fought the best they could but Fawnpaw recieved a deep gash in her neck before the badger had left, Matrixsnarl lifted her onto his shoulders and rushed to camp as quickly as he could but there was nothing to be done. Fawnpaw had lost too much blood to be saved. He stayed by her side until she gave her last breath and when she died he was never the same. He became a warrior and Fawnpaw was buried, it should have never been that way, they should have been warriors together, they should have been mates, they should have had a family. It would never happen now. He keeps to himself usually, he doesn't really let the sadness show but it is still very much there, only few know the story. He acts utterly normal, not to happy & not to sad, just normal. He smiles rarely though & he doesn't believe he will ever be able to let Fawnpaw go & love again. He only wanted a mate & a family, he only wanted happiness, but in the blink of an eye everything was taken from him.. When someone becomes close to him he becomes very protective of them, he cannot afford to lose another cat that is close to him. Matrixsnarl is very loyal to his clan & would do anything to keep his clanmates safe, they are all he has now. He will not let his sanity slip from him, he refuses to give up, he must press on and make his clan proud, he must make something of himself. He will do this for himself and for Fawnpaw..
Rped by beauty♥undefined
Crimsoncardinal
Crimsoncradinal is a ginger tom with black paws. His eyes are strong pale yellow that have a brave glow to them. Crimsoncardinal is a very brave tom who is ready to risk his life for anyone of his clanmates, even if he isn't the most fondest of them. Standing his guard and never backing down from a challange is something he is well known for. To his own clanmates he is nothing more then another warrior who is kinda to his clan and fights for its protection. But looking at him from the eyes of an enemy, then he is a dead serious cat who will happily fight tooth and claw to win. Though they are both true, he would never kill a cat unless it was a life or death situation of his own, or if it was by accident. Crimsoncardinal is a good family cat and is easy to talk to and get along with, but if you get into a fight with him he is very sharp tongued and he doesn't hold back.
Rped by ♥feveя
Silentlamb
Silence is a key to a locked heart, guarded by heavy chains and complex alarm systems. It pushes others away like a force field, not allowing anything to escape or come through. It's redundant and bulletproof, uncaring to whom or what pleads to enter. It's simply a mirror, something that you can only watch self-destruct. Destroying herself from the inside, and behind locked doors. Soft, kitten-like cream-colored fur embraces her lithe and rather small frame, gliding along her spine like waves of silk. Alice eyes, round and bluer than the azure seas themselves are finely centered to her petal pink nose, a thin rim of black inking around the bejeweled gems, almost like tear stains from all the cries. She doesn't speak. Silentlamb is passive on the exterior, coming across shy, bashful, and completely misunderstood by others. But the inside is where the dynamite lay, slowly wearing away until the flame reaches the end. She's distraught, hurting, alone. It's funny how she chooses to be that way. Why should she drag another to her fate? Silentlamb can't control her thoughts, feelings, emotions, the casualties skyrocketing and taking it's heavy toll upon her heart and mind. For any poor soul who does get a chance to peek into her past, disapointment will seep into your bones like you've never expected. One would be looking through a glass wall, seeing her trivial thoughts that shroud her into darkness. And there's nothing anyone can do. Nothing. Silentlamb prefers to keep to herself, unwanting of company and friends. It would take a persistent cat to change her mind about that, somone willing to suffer along with her. Love will never be an option she decides, knowing that any tom in their right mind wouldn't care for a corrupted cat like her. He would have to be insane to even try, nevertheless actually succeed. Eventually there will be a cat who inquires about her past, seeking the truth of why Silentlamb's life is crumbling, falling apart piece by piece, and then turning to dust. She was born cold, surrounded by the corpses of her mother, who died from childbirth, and her four siblings, who were too malnourished to survive. She asks herself frequently why she was the one who made it. The only one who was meant to face the world, and to do it alone. A stranger, still unknown to her by this day, rescued her, taking the kit to SpringClan, where Silentlamb now resides. The ivory she-cat still wonders today who saved her many moons ago, and if he is still alive. Her world began with that mysterious cat, and it will probably end without knowing. Silence is a key to a locked heart, guarded by heavy chains and complex alarm systems.
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Calamitywar
A small and dainty she-cat, name sounds familiar, yes? Her grey furs signify something that you may have seen before, long ago. Yes, she is the daughter of Spartacus and Remedystar. Almost forgotten names, but still remembered by some. She has the fur of her father, and the eyes of her mother, a soft blue. Still young and daring, she is just as her father was. Brave and the type to take charge when needed, but just as her mother, she is kind and understanding. Calamitywar has been through much, but she is just a good a warrior as any cat out there.
Rped by Ashenfate
Blazingheart
Fury causes a spark in her eyes when she fights. Her chest swells with pride like smoke when she is praised. And warmth is burning inside her heart like a wildfire when she is caring. Blazingheart can't stand a cat in pain, and she usually gets in trouble for this reason. Her orange pelt gives off a glare when she is in the sun, and her eyes are honey colored, but they always have a kind glint. Her kits died 3 moons ago, and she is tore up, but she always looks on the bright side. When she is in camp and there is nothing to do she always wants to play with the kits. Blazingheart has warmth from fire to care for her clanmates, but the destruction of fire when she is fighting. When her kits died they had been tore open by a rouge, and that is why she always gets really mad when she is fighting. Blazingheart has the personality of a kit, and is very playful, but when things are fierce she loses her playfulness and brings out her claws. When Blazingheart is annoyed she tries to speak in a calm voice, but if you push to far you might snapped at, as hard as that is to believe. Youy may have met her good side, but her bad side is yet to be unraveled
Rped by mistypaw1
Rockfoot
A large and muscular tom, he is definitely a warrior that Springclan can be proud of. His muscles ripple through his fur like a fish in the water, making it obvious that if you are going to fight him in a battle, be prepared for one heck of a match. It’s a strange thing that he hasn't obtained a mate yet, as handsome and respectable as he is, he is the best possible choice in the clan. However, he does have some flaws, with several small scars on his muzzle and on his shoulders, though this hasn't kept them away yet. Easy to get dirtied up, Rockfoot is a bi-colored tom, half of him is light colored while the other half is darkly colored. In the winter time, you would never know that he was there, looking like he were a few rocks covered by the snow, and he is what you might call a living camouflage. With a base coat of white, he can get pretty dirty real easily but he makes sure to wash out his fur constantly, especially in the winter time. In the summer, he rolls around in some mud to make himself become concealed by the forest, so his white fur will not show through the trees. When he is cleaned, there is another color on him that looks as though he may have been playing around in soot. Large, solid patches of charcoal colored gray cover the most top areas of his body and his entire tail, helping him to also stay concealed. Unlike most cat’s eyes, which have golden or green if they have any sort of dark color to them, Rockfoot's eyes are a deep blue color. With no white fur surrounding them, you would think that he would have inherited his father's golden green eyes, but instead, with his dark gray coloring, he inherited his mother’s lovely azure colored eyes. Close together and shaped like almonds, Rockfoot gets many looks to him, good looks of coarse and mainly from she-cats who are awe struck by them. Like a border to separate the colors, or as if heavily drawn on, Rockfoot has a thick black rim around them, making them stand out more thoroughly against his fur. In direct sunlight, it looks like the sky, as though it were being reflected in his eyes. In the dark, they turn nearly black until a beam of light hits them directly and cause them to shine. With a large head and shoulders that protrude, Rockfoot has a bit of an alley cat look to him. His blue eyes are close to each other, not severely close, but nearly reaching the edges of his nose. His muzzle is also wide and upon it is a crooked smile that he cannot control, sort of like a player's smile but certainly not one himself. His ears are medium sized and wide, perfect for hearing well. His nose is a dark black color, soft and wet like any other cats. His whiskers hold out on his muzzle, white with black roots that are as long as he is wide on each side helping him to see in the dark when nearly bumping into edges. A calm or serious expression is normally the things you will first notice about him when he isn't displaying his casual and welcoming smile.
Rped by FallingStars.
Tadpoledream
A pitch black tom, flashes of white thrown in just because. Star-colored tail-tip, milk-covered paws, snow-splashed chest. All aspects of Tadpoledream. The tom before you, his bright green eyes friendly like the rest of his Clanmates. His closest friend, a wandering tom named Sanity that stumbled upon SpringClan. Tadpoledream visits his friend often, for even when Sanity was part of SpringClan the tom had remained outside the camp. Tadpoledream, because of his tendency to go outside to speak with Sanity, has grown an unsatisfiable fascination in stars and the night sky. Night surroundings. He can hide very easily during the time ruled by nocturnal creatures short of his opposite-painted splashes on his paws, tail, and chest. But he makes due, his green eyes seeming to know everything. But there is one major fault with the tomcat. As a kit he was attacked by a spiteful rogue, a hater of SpringClan, and his left front paw is held at an awkward angle giving him a faint limp. But he makes due with it and has learned to get around just as easily as his Clanmates. Tadpoledream is one tiny fish in a big pond, and his single greatest fear is to be lost among the crowds of bigger, better others. He just needs friends to help him keep going.
RPed by BluestarRocks!
Shardheart
Dark brown tom with glowing amber eyes. He can do very well at keeping his emotions locked up, and other times he's not very good. He hates sitting down quietly when really he just wants to jump around and play. He would do almost anything for his sibling without questioning them, and sometimes it's gets him into trouble, not them. He's actually very smart, he learns quickly, and likes to watch the older apprentices learn how to fight and hunt by their mentors when their in camp. He can be very ambitious and his eyes would flicker if he's angry or is thinking up something for revenge. He has a dark side which sometimes takes hold of the good he actually has in him. But, in all he just wants to be a good warrior.
Rped by Heathersong981
Foxflame
A large tom with flashing blue eyes. His pelt is a bright ginger color and his paws are pure white. Foxkit may be large but he also has a kind heart inside he is playful with his siblings and feels like he needs to be there for them. But, he does have a rough side, and sometimes he hurts others without knowing it. He is really close to his brothers mainly because he can tell them anything. He's always had hopes and dreams of becoming a strong warrior in his clan and he thinks that hopefully one day he will. He loves his mother and father to death, and would die for any of his clanmates any day.
Rped by Heathersong981
Jadeheart
A small soild black she cat with a pale blue eye the other one is gone, just a scar left. Jadeheart was born in SpringClan, but lived her first moons as a rouge. Jadeheart was born to unknown cats in SpringClan. She was catnaped by Obsian and Shale. Obsian would sneak into nursrys and kitting dens to catnap kits. She would bring them back to her mate Shale. From threre Shale would kill them then skin the bodys. They would hang up the bloody skins on the trees around their den. Now this time Obsian took jadekit and gave her Shale. Obsian did not want to get her killed, but luckly Shale felt the same way. They raised jadekit for three moons before training her to be like them. She was trained to sneak in and out of the dens making sure that it was okay to catnap. Now she did not know that what she was doing was wrong. Now she was relizing what she was doing, she begain to not care if her parents got captured or not. When she was close to being a apprentice [if she was still in SpringClan] She refused to be look out. Obsian and Shale attacked her. Some SpringClan cats herd her meow. They found her half dead with her adopeted parents standing over her. They attacked Obsian and Shale killing both of them. They carried Jadekit back to camp thinking she would not last the night. She did and later became a apprentice, but a few moons late. Jadepaw's first mentor was really old and became a elder after he cought whitecough. He didn't die just became really weak. Jadepaw was given a new mentor this time a brand new warrior. She had her warrior ceramony late because the leader was dieing, then the new leader had to get his nine lives. Finely Jadepaw became Jadeheart after a long wait. Even though she was clan born and lived here for quiet some time some cat still reguard her weirdly and having only one eye does not help. If you look at Jadeheart and get past that she has only one eye you find she is a sweet loving cat.
Rped by Kewpie-doll
Warblersong
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.
Rped by Ƨɦɑɗоⱳɓɭɑȥɘ
Daisyfur
A small ginger tabby she-cat with bright blue eyes. She has always been a loyal member to SpringClan and will fight to the death with any cat if they threaten her home. Many think that she is mysterious but she is actually just shy. She enjoys hunting and going on patrols and hopes to have a mate and kits one day. However, even though she has always been loyal does not mean that she was born in SpringClan. Her parents were loners who didn't really want a kit so Daisy ran away when she was really young and ran into a patrol of SpringClan warriors who took her in and raised her as a Clan cat.
Rped by Creekfall
Warscar
Power. Power is what drives Warcar every day. Driven by the will to progress, to become the pharaoh ; or in this forest, the leader. Warscar will stop at nothing. A plead from his siblings will mean nothing. His mother doesn't rule him! Fulfilling his destiny, acheiving his goal - yes, Warscar is truely the successful warrior. His potential is grand and his future is larger. Nothing but glory awaits this noble soul! How can a forest raised tom become so obsessed with power? The truth is, he isn't from this forest. Not from this area. No, Warscar was born to the kittypet Bast, who was imported from Egypt. Each one of her kits - Airstar, Deadwish, and Warscar all had a strange connection to the old egyptian gods. Warscar is especially clear. His connection to the god of war is very easy to see. Battles, fighting. Warscar enjoys it all. Greedy and selfish at times, Warscar will do anything to achieve his goals and fulfill his destiny. Be it killing another clan member, or going against StarClan - Horus will do this. It is said that the eye of horus is a sharp eye which can spot anything a mile away. Warscar is much like this - always on the alert with incredibly sharp sight. He is a gray egyptian mau with blue eyes. Never has there been a cat so powerful and deadly! Warscar is ready to take on this forest. He is ready to become the next pharaoh of the forest, at any cost, any rate, and any amount of deaths.
Rped by Em1234
Ruefeather
Chocolate, that is what you think of when you first see this she-cat. Milky rich chocolate, it makes your mouth water. Her paw's looked like they have been dipped in smooth milk. While her fur is a flowing chocolate and her paws are as white as milk , her eyes are like roasted almonds. A pretty shining amber, they are bright and shining though she is very shy. Ruefeather is short and stocky with short legs.With her short leg's you'd think she isn't that fast, well she is. She is very shy and always nervous. She isn't a fan of talking and she never does. One of the things that she loves to do, is help her clanmates. She love's to help her clanmates, whether they are in danger, or they just need advice, or want's to hunt. She is a fan of kit's and she is shy around them to. Though she is shy and nervous, she is not hesitant. She isn't afraid to fight for what she loves, for what she believes in. She believes in her clan she believes in herself.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Redeye
Narcissistic. Loud. Annoying. Bossy. Egoistic. Those are the common words that pop into your head when you meet this cat. He, ever since he was a kit, has believed that he was the most awesome cat in any of the clans, and so far, no one has been able to change his mind, but most have been annoyed with him constantly telling them to call him 'The Awesomest Cat in all of the Clans'. However, it isn't strange to see him alone for most of the day, for he claims that he enjoys being alone, and that being with others is for the weak. In truth, however, though he does have many friends, he secretly wishes that he could have someone who is close to him. In all, he is certainly one of a kind. Same with his looks. He, even though it doesn't seem like it, is very strong and muscular, has striking red eyes, which one of them is adorned with a battle scar, and short, white fur. Most cats find that strange, but he just thinks it makes him even awesomer to be an albino.
Rped by HetaMusicFan~
Rainshadow
Dark blue/gray fur flows on the skinny frame of this beautiful russian blue she-cat. Sleek fur gives away to long fluffy fur on her tail. Dark navy blue eyes hide underneath a black mask. Her ears are small and black as well as her paws on witch her toes are white. She is a sweet and loving she-cat who is only alive to serve her clan the best she can. Her long slender legs allow her to run fast and be quick on her feet when it comes to fighting. She is one of the best hunters in the clan and hopes to pass on her knowledge to apprentices down the road. Rainshadow enjoys playing in the poring rain and is always looking for new friends. She hopes one day to have a mate and beautiful kits.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Snowfire
Snowfire is very bold. She doesn't care if what she was is blunt or rude, because no one has ever told her off. She doesn't care if what she's doing is dangerous either. Some may call her stupid or a risk taker, Snowfire on the other hand, thinks that she's bold. It doesn't matter the situation, Snowfire is ready to help and get out of the situation if its hurting someone. However, if its her that's in trouble, she'll wave it off. So when it comes to situations, it doesn't matter if she can handle it or not. If it's someone in trouble then she'll held. Snowfire tends to have a dangerous attitude. She doesn't care much about what happens to her, well she does but she doesn't let others think that. She is very stubborn and doesn't care if its dangerous or not, once she has something she wants to do, she does it, no questions
Rped by KatieBaby136
Raspberryblood
A red she cat who stands up for what she believes in. She is perfectly outspoken, always speaking what she feels. Nobody can tell her no. Raspberryblood has icy blue eyes that stand out against her crimson fur. She has really fluffy fur, making her look fox like, but not quite. Raspberryblood has devoted her life to Springclan, well what life she has spent there, along with her sister Blackberrysplatter. She loves to have all the attention on her. Cats can never understand her because she is always hyper, talking fast. And of course she is one of those rude but not meaning to be cats. She kinda blurts things out randomly, not caring about what she says. So its easy to say that she is rash and hasty, not ever thinking things through.
Rped by Rainbowrune
Blackberrysplatter
Black as a raven, beautiful as a swan. She is beyond quiet, her green eyes always showing her shyness. But of course why wouldn't she be? Her sister Raspberryblood has always taken the spotlight over. This left poor little Blackberrysplatter to be a wallflower. That isn't all she is though. She's a determined hunter and fighter, perhaps one of the best in the clan. She always is making herself train harder. That's all she'll ever do. Train. Train. Train. And guess what, train. She strives to be the best in the clan, though she does it from the shadows. Sure, she'll never be the type of cat to jump out of her shell and be all crazy like her sister, but she will definitely begin to unfold her powers from within.
Rped by Rainbowrune
Thistlefur
Thistlefur has brown fur with dark brown paws, ears, face, and tail. He has mossy green eyes. Thistlefur is a very peaceful cat despite being a big cat with long claws. He prefers to help others rather than hurt them. Thistlefur is good friends with Fernfeather. He's happy to be an uncle to her kits. He's a good hunter and likes to climb trees. He loves to be up high and stare at the clouds.
Rped by Leo126
Unwantedangel
Hold my hand. Oh baby, its a long way down to the bottom of the river, baby its a long way down. If you fall, hold my hand. She'll pull you out of the water, only to leave you out to dry. She'll be there to rescue you from the swirl, but not to save you. She doesn't want to get attatched to anyone, so by the time you ask her name, she's typically gone. Her hair's on fire and her heart is burning. Burning from abandonment she felt from when she was oh so young. She was born to a litter of two. Heavenlykit and Unwantedkit. Anyone could tell by the name of the small cat that she was just that, not wanted by her parents. And it showed. By the time she was old enough to live without her mother, her mother took Heavenlykit and left. Left Unwantedkit to the cold of leaf-bare while she was asleep. When her eyes opened, there was no one there. "Mama, mama!" she called in her angelic voice. She decided to stay there, her mama wouldn't leave her. She hadn't seen the signs that she wasn't loved. She thought her mama was coming back. She stayed in that very spot until she couldn't go without food any longer. When she couldn't ignore her stomach, she went looking for something. Anything. She didn't know how to hunt, and even if she could, the prey was scarce. She had no one to take care of her. She stumbled blindly, trying to find food, for days, until she reached SpringClan borders. By that time, she was so weak. She still thought her mama would come back and find her, but she had gone without nourishment for much longer than she should have. She collapsed just inside the borders. Alone and terrified. Her eyes started to shut. Part of her knew that if she closed them, it might be the last time. But she was so tired... Luckily, for her just when her eyes were about to close, she was found. She was taken in. But she still thought she wouldn't be there forever. "My mama will be here soon!" she claimed when she was strong again. "She'll take me back!" Kit dreams, she'd learn. Her constant sqealing about her mother got onto one cats nerves, a queen. Someone who was supposed to be loving. "She'll never come back for you, Unwantedkit. That's why she named you what she did. If she did want you, why would she ever name you something so horrible?" The cat's harsh words brought tears to her still-kitten eyes. Why? Because they brought a realization that she'd never quite gotten before. From that point on, she realized that she had never been loved. She grew up not wanting to be close to anyone, in fear of being abandoned again. She grew up lost. Without hope. If you don't lift her, let her drown alive. And that was just what she did. She barricaded herself in her world of pain. An unwanted angel that didn't know how to live the life that she was meant to. She is a very quiet cat, not conversing much at all. She's not really round enough for other's to notice her personality much. On the outside, she's a shell, but work away that shell and you may see the angel that she is. Her coat is a pure white, despite a flaming gold tail tip and splash over her nose. Her eyes, almonds, are a faint, almost non-existant blue, a frost.
Rped by Kittzkat
Mintfeather
Mintfeather is a large, fluffy tomcat with green eyes and light gray, faded tabby markings. Despite his rather strong build, Mintfeather is very gentle and calm, and prefers not to get into fights. He tries his best to be polite to other cats, but he sometimes lets a rude comment slip, for which he always apologizes profusely. He's always had a rather quiet life in SpringClan, but never really had many friends. He's quite shy, and is fine with being alone; being lonely wasn't, and still is not, a bad thing to him. Mintfeather especially likes to hunt and bring back a lot of prey for the clan; he always feels like a useful participant upon completing this task.
RPed by Cascaderose
Scarletpaw (rose)
As the sun begins to set the sky turns an eire blood red, mixed with orange and yellow it turns into a beautiful site as the yellow rays fall behind the mountains, and then everything go's black as night falls. Like the sunset this beautiful she-cat has stunning crimson/red fur the color of blood. Her fur is sleek and always neat. Her paws are white, her legs a long and skinny, while her tail is only a stub for she is a Japanese bob tail. Beauty is one thing grace is another but to have both is a gift from Starclan. Scarletrose has a harsh personality, she's hard on herself and others if their not doing what she thinks they should be doing. She's mean to the kits and other apprentices because she's afraid to get close to anyone due to her mothers hatred for her. Being the only one of four kits to survive Scarletrose was the only one to take her mothers beatings. She left one day coming to Springclan looking for a new home somewhere she would be loved and cared for, where she could work helping the cats who helped her. She wishes to have a mate and kits one day and to be the mother she would have wanted.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Blazingheart
Crosspaw (winds)
Crosswinds is, usually, the perfect little lady. She says ‘yes, sir,' or 'yes, ma'am,' and ‘thank you’ and 'please,' and has his social etiquette rules ingrained into her head to the point that she does them automatically. But then, that all comes crashing down when her words get away from him. Crosswinds can have a horrible mouth. She is blunt, terribly so, and never sugarcoats her words. She doesn’t know when enough is enough, and could go on insulting a person until they are in tears. She doesn’t even do it consciously, some of the time. Her favorite phrase is, 'It's always nice to know how to act properly, so you can choose when not to.' To prove that Crosswinds unique looks are endearing to many, it's simply needed to take a quick peek at her messy love history. So young - but all ready a heart-breaker. When she was a kit, alone, toms moons older fell into her unconsciously deployed trap, praising her beauty with saucy words, and jesting boldly that when she was older, she'd be sure to return their feelings. She never did. Not to say she didn't enjoy the attention; Crosswinds is one who denies elation at being in the spotlight, and her answer is partly true. She's wary at stepping up to, say, to show a move to a new apprentice, for a fear of messing up. But for one so insecure, she relishes the consistent compliments, even if she has no intention at keeping any of her flirty responses true. To describe this she-cat in five words, it would be flirtatious, a socialite, impulsive, confident, and narrow-minded. She's unwilling to let anyone dictate any of her choices, though she'll reluctantly not protest if it's a superior. It's a hassle to argue with this she-cat, as she refuses to change her belief about anything, or to listen to reasonable facts and persists in blundering along in her own world, where she assumes, not knows. Crosswinds is like a cat not seen in most Clans; she is truly a sight to see, a object of such pure, untainted beauty that is a rival to most everything else of natural visual perfection. To first begin giving you an accurate impression of this she-cat's form, it would be fit to begin by informing you that her figure is that of average, if slightly more curvaceous than usually found on a female feline's - slender and lithe. Her frame is the appearance of little strength; there's a certain look to her flanks that give no hint to the battle hardened muscles knotted under her fur. But to even this first assumption out, she has strong, limber legs, allowing the she-cat the usual nimbleness and easiness in which she can strike, leap, and turn. Crosswinds' fur is muted, or so they say. Snow colored white overcoats her fitted frame, giving her body that basecoat of an everlasting snow. A beautiful sunsetted color of orange, sleets of silver and grey, and soft tan rawhide lash out from the spine, coating over the white fur. As if it was shredded into white, the faded colors don’t blend together. They cut off in sharp looking shards upon her fur, yet giving it a sharp look. Even with the sharp look upon the colors, it is also that simple elegance that makes a she-cat, well, pretty. With that said, her legs are of the same mixed colors. Noticing that the mottled pattern fades around her body, it managed to go to her tail. Marbled markings only hit the top of her long, lashing out tail. Snow coated the bottom half of her tail, as if there was a simple battle that goes with the colors of her tail. The tip of her tail is the bright snow white color that hits the top of her body. She has a small splash of snow white on her muzzle to tie all the colorings of her pelt together. Crosswinds' eyes resemble that of a body of water reflecting a clear sky. A metallic grey-blue, the teal color of the shallows of many lakes and ponds. This warrior is the picture of the most desired she-cat in looks, but the worst regarding her personality. Watch out for this slender she-cat.
Rped by stuck-in-reverse
Mentor: Silentlamb
Ravenpaw (flight)
Pure black fur with pumpkin colored paws and a white tipped tail make up the pelt of this handsome muscular tom cat. His eyes are an amazing bright yellow. His body is long and slender as well as his legs. His tail is unusually long but it helps him blance when he is high up in a tree. Also this tom is super sweet natured and clam. He's never out of hand and is always listing to his mentor. Ravenflight is graceful when her runs and is a beast when he fights. Hidden with-in his mouth are two long hooked fangs witch he will use if needed. He doesn't fear death but will welcome it. He misses his parents dearly and can not wait to see them again. Ravenflight can't wait to become a warrior and serve his clan well and become one of the greatest warriors in Springclan.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Phoenix
Pumpkinpaw (breeze)
Beautiful sleek creamy orange fur covers the small frame of this graceful she-cat. Her eyes are a light hazel while her paws are a soft white. She is sweet natured and is always willing to learn something new. Pumpkinbreeze may be small for a cat, but never underestimate her, She is fierce in battle and can take down a warrior twice her size using her quickness and skill. Her legs are short and muscular while her tail is quite long. She is a skilled hunter, and can bring loads f prey back for her clan that she loves dearly. She has quite a delicate personality where if you say one wrong thing she will claw your ears of or she will cry. Her mother is a rough and her father was a Waterclan warrior. She has no shame in having origins in a water loving clan but she like to keep her pelt dry Pumpkinbreeze whats to have kits and a mate one day but she also looks forward to maybe even leading her clan one day.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Snowfire
Spottedpaw (snow)
Tiny, delicate she-cat with light-grey fur. Her back and sides are adorned with gorgeous midnight black rosettes, while her limbs and tail sport stripes of the same colour. Spottedpaw's wide olive-green eyes never fail to get themselves out of trouble or worm their way into someone's heart. A natural born flirt, she loves to wind toms up and have them chase after her, even though she'll only go for one with very mature energy, like hers. Very energetic and easily excited, this is someone you want to hang around all the time! She is like a shot of honey, a sweet happiness elixir. Her bouncy, bubbly energy will never fail to uplift you - and if they do, you'll always have her cunning wit and sense of humour to fall back on. Spottedpaw is a true friend; loyal to the end, supportive in times of need, and always there for you. Not only is she a lovely companion, but to a tomcat she could be all that and much more - Spottedpaw dreams of having a big, strong warrior at her side as her mate, someone she could have kits with. She is happiest with (by choice) the kits and queens in the nursery, dreaming of once being there with her own young ones. Quite the socialist, she can always be found hanging around other apprentices; even warriors, as she is extremely mature for her age. Around other cats is where she's happiest. She loves training with her mentor, and hunting too - and her personal favourite prey is shrew.
Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
Mentor: Rainshadow
Snapdragonpaw (breeze)
A flash of white blurrs past you as you spin around to see bright violet/blue eyes shining at you. Thin white fur sticks to the small frame of this small kitty. A fluffy tail blows in the soft breeze, strips of black fur intermix with silver and white. Small black paws work quick and neat on the herbs. Stunning yes, but this beautiful she-cat is a mute. She talks with her tail and paws using signals. She has a sweet nature personality and is always trying to help her clan mates in any way she can, weather its helping a cat that is ill or helping kittens into the world. Snapdragonbreeze works hard on what she does and is not afraid to get her paws dirty. She's quite shy, and feels like she has no friends, but she has lots and doesnt relize it. Her favorit job is helping queens give birth. Even though she is young she has some exseraince with dealing with injures due to have three younger sibling that she was forced to leave to join Springclan. Her mother hated everything about her, how she fussed over her younger sibling always putting stuff on their scratches and bite marks. Finally Snapdragonbreeze's mother pushed her away leaving her one night. Snapdragonbreeze soon found the clan and was glad she had came to her new home. She can't imagine being anywhere else.
Rped by Tanglecloud
Mentor: Thistlefur
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