"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Phoenix
Members
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.
Leader
**Phantomstar (dusk)
Wildfire lurks in the pits of those molten eyes, glowing like the depths of a volcano about to erupt. A warning of the wrath which awaits to be released, caged like a beast in its own private purgatory. It's a mere fraction of the tortured soul, bound under a pelt of sterling silver like the moons light painted upon a beings form. Delicate grey stripes curve around his angular face, twisting through out his muscular build. The appearance of a feline known by two names, Phantomstar and Ruben. One of which he cast aside like an old shell, ready to mould into a new shape free of the tales of regret which spanned his life down in the Renegade Regime. The dream he reaches out for with both paws, despite it being so far out of reach. Dropped down into a endless pit with a maelstrom of darkness bleeding from the core. So heed this warning, from here on out it's a roller coaster of winding trails through a world of madness. Plundering in the void are his emotions, negative, positive; they are at constant war. The days he rises with a good mood are cause for worry. Pleasure for Phantomstar often means he's sated his need for a blood thirsty battle or an utterly wicked thought lingers lies behind his devious smile. It may seem that he's truly evil at times, the begotten son of darkness. He's not. Anyone close enough can see the care, worry and pride he has for his adopted clan. If there's a single thing in the world he cares more for it's his long lost brother, the reason he left the Regime in the first place. The largest piece to his broken puzzle of a heart. Divided by many thoughts and fears which are victims of his inner darkness. He fights it like a vicious poison, never surrendering to its will. However to his enemies he can be as ruthless as the cats outside of the code which can leave one questioning where he draws the line and what's wrong or right. In reality he's still learning what's justifiable. Growing up in the Renegade Regime's tunnels left him ignorant of many aspects of life especially of the surface world which put him in some laughable positions, tempting his fiery temper. He's never learned to have patience with others and it is unlikely that he will ever change. It might be a virtue, but he isn't virtuous as one conversation with the tom would prove as a fact. Phantomstar is a 'what you see is what you get' type of guy. Difficult, brooding with a whole weight of mystery thrown together. No one knows what lurks beyond the phantom dusk. The sun? The moon? Wait around and maybe you'll see.
Rped by Mousely
Mate: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: Graypaw
Lives: 9/9
Deputy
**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
Co-Deputy
**Pyrolove
When you're the second copy of something that's perfect, theres no going back to that. You're just a mistake and a monster, a lovely, beautiful creation formed from hate and longing. In her first life she died deputy, and expecting at that. The second, the daughter of the tom that previously owned her caged heart; the leader of her clan. Now, she's in the third sector of her time here, perhaps the last, or perhaps its just the beginning. Heavy cascades of dark red entwined into lightings of a brighter scarlet surround her, engulfing her pelt in a plethora of living, dancing flames. As lively as her unstable spirit, she defines fire at it's very core, its very being. It's brightest white, its deepest blue. Her eyes shine as comets, still retaining the firey glow of yellow and red, burst of blue and yellow blurred along with them, shining brightly when her interest spikes, her anger blows, or her heart melts. The only thing that doesn't shine on her is the mark covering her heart, shaped as what it hides, it's black, as dark black that it would meld cleanly with the shades of the dark forest itself along with the white tip of her tail that shines like a star that fell straight from the sky, a soul that fell from StarClan itself. Maybe that's where she comes from, maybe she was a horror of a cat, and perhaps she dropped from the sky and hit her head. Or maybe she's from StarClan, and was born as innocent as she is now. Yet the latter is generally tossed aside, happily dismissed because of her mismatched memories that no one around understands save for herself and her father, whom she's without. She's alone in her world that's filled with small feelings of pleasure that is set aflame with joy by her happy smile and glittering eyes. Everyone knows her as the one who's pretty yet the one who's strange. Toms pine after her but are taken aback by the innocent- pain filled looks. There's only one like her that can understand her feelings and mixed business of emotions, and she can never have him, let alone show him love. Filled with hope she'll live out your days until once again she lies still, for the third time, her face painted with the dead bliss of ignorance, and then maybe she'll come back the true monster and failure that she truly is. After all, true peace and love only comes when you're happily dead.
Rped by Shyfyre
Medicine Cat
**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
Medicine Cat Apprentice
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Rped by username
Warriors
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
**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
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
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
Luckyhare
A large, big boned, thick furred Manx with calm golden eyes with flecks of hazel and orange. Lucky has black patches on his ears, muzzle, paws, legs, flank and rump. Being a Manx he has no tail. This does not bother him and he still has amazing agility, dexterity and balance. He is strong, a very large cat, with very big paws, like snowshoes. Luckyhare is a very laid back tom cat, with a calming aura. But he is deadly in battle unleashing his quick thinking skills, and quick feet that gave him his name. Lucky was a loner on the verge of dying from dehydration. He got his name when he narrowly escaped a pack of feral dogs, slipping into an empty rabbit hole. He is friendly and loves to sit in the sun and listen to the sounds of the forest.
Roleplayed by: -Bastet-
Decemberdreams
A sleek, sly type of she-cat, with the looks to match. Her pelt, the smoothest glossy-black, is short and thick, while her strange gray-violet eyes illuminate her features and draw attention. When hunting and fighting in battle, she moves with quick, sure steps, her nimble paws making barely a sound. She has long, fine-boned legs and a wiry, yet sturdy frame. Her wind-rippled voice is soft, intriguing, and her words are full of knowledge and understanding. Though she may simply look like a high-up clan cat, she is indeed very down to earth, with a way of sympathizing with others that only comes about by feeling great pain herself.
Rped by xx.sapphire
Fadedwinter
A tomboy through and through. Known for her jaw-dropping speed and agility, this she-cat always comes through, despite her apparent laziness. If you get to know her, she's actually a hard-working and loyal warrior who is always confident in her abilities - occasionally too confident. Sporty and athletic, Fadedwinter is often seen with a slightly ruffled pelt, that makes her seem young and innocent - although she's anything but that. In reality, Fadedwinter is more of a prankster than she is an "angel." The kind of cat who is brave enough to volunteer first for a dangerous task - partially because she lives for adventure. Proud and bold, her capability to do any task is admired by many - along with her rather stunning appearance. Bathed in soft smokey grey and snowy white that is just slightly ruffled, she is known for her falsely angelic looks, along with her innocent and charming caramel gold eyes. Fadedwinter is popular among toms, for both her personality and appearance.
Rped by xx.sapphire
**Crosswinds
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
**Spottedsnow
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. Spottedsnow'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. Spottedsnow 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 - Spottedsnow 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 hunting too - her personal favourite prey is shrew.
Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
**Theodore
On the outside everything seems perfect. His smile is joyous, as weightless as a feather. It smoothes over the frayed edges and cracks in the glass. No questions asked. Nobody cares to look beyond any deeper than the surface. The eloquent tom who strives so hard to keep his siblings heads above the water. They are the shackles around his paws as much as he would hate to admit it, binding him to a lonesome life. He would never forsake them for his own happiness and constantly watches over them. Theodore never minded this responsibility as it was always his duty from the day they were born. Trouble always seemed to follow them which was why he knew he had to take them somewhere safe. SpringClan was his choice, a clan. A foreign thing to he and his siblings, but he adapted and managed to smile through it all, saying nothing of his disappointment. They weren't in the habit of asking his opinion, more seeking his guidance. A suffocating purpose to fulfil, but like a good elder brother he always follows through. Selfishness is something impossible for him to comprehend. To act in such a way would be like salt in a wound. He taught himself to be needed, rather than need. It left him with nothing, but the same four walls surrounding his heart with no door for anyone else to access. Pain slips through the cracks like water of a ducks back, raining down on his ever grey soul strained of colour and heavy with weariness. If familial bonds could kill, then perhaps Theodore died a long time ago laid to rest among the many sacrifices and haunted memories of the things he did to 'save' his siblings. But even if that were true, what's life behind is still pure and full of innocence. As golden as the fur which spans through his broad figure, broken a part by the chocolate mask which stretches across his face and fills his paws with the same colour. The same as his siblings, save for the azure of his eyes much lighter and free like the skies of summer.
Rped by Mousely
**Beatrice
That look in her eyes, deceptive and unclean. She's done things that would make the spirits of StarClan cringe. A twisted beauty bathed in locks of cream through out her slender body with dark mask of sable drawn across her face, almost hiding those dark blue eyes. Her appearance is the unmistakable guise of a Siamese, an elegant breed whose blood runs purely through her veins and that of her litter-mates, Theodore and Alphonse. Her brothers are the so called angel and devil which stand upon her shoulders. Theodore tries his best to steer the pair on the correct path, no matter what atrocities Beatrice and her devil may have committed before their time in SpringClan. She never speaks of it, careful not to sully her dear older brother's unblemished name. Although rumours do travel and some whisper that Beatrice likes to play with others hearts, but that's not true. She's a seeker of true romance with a penchant to be the one with the broken heart. You see this sassy madam never learned what the right kind of love was and always ended up crossing the line for whoever she loved at the time. It's these faults of hers that led she and her brothers on the run many times in their lives for Beatrice's wrong doings. She doesn't quite forgive herself for ruining her brothers happiness more times than one. Now as a member of SpringClan she's trying to turn over a new leaf and put the past behind her. No more rebelling from Theodore's protection or leading Alphonse down the wrong path. She's finally ready to commit to something other than her own selfishness. Her former ways still linger. She's still sarcastic and moody, especially someone says something she doesn't want to hear and the green monster of jealousy which always burned a hole in her happiness still creeps out occasionally. On the lighter side she can be quite a laugh, charming almost especially if she manages to have a soft spot for a certain someone. Often she will be sighted by her siblings side, under the constant watch of Theodore and the victim of the irritating behaviour of Alphonse. They make up the three Siamese siblings and without them, Beatrice would have fallen long ago.
Rped by Mousely
**Alphonse
The embodiment of an intoxicating venom, swilling around in a cool container ready to burn someone if they don't tread carefully. Alphonse is a plague to anyone's mood. He takes delight in teasing and bullying others, even his litter mates could become his intended victims. Nothing is above his reproach. He was practically raised by his older brother, Theodore and was almost forgotten in the chaos his sister, Beatrice caused during their younger days. As a result he managed to get a way with a lot himself and became a spoiled little brat. Nothing much changed when they became members of SpringClan. Alphonse was still the same annoying child who refused to grow up. It's highly probable that he will remain the same for the rest of his days although Theodore tries his best to discourage his rash behaviour. You can turn a light on in the dark for a little while, but eventually the bulb will burn out and that is how it is with Alphonse and Theodore. His is the most tiresome of his brother's wards and someday he might lose his guidance. So to put it plain and simple Alphonse is unpleasant at best and at worst an enemy you'll never forget. There might be times when he is deceptively sweet, but this is usually a ploy of his to get what he wants from the feline in question. Don't be thinking this tom will change his attitude and become a worthy role model. Alphonse is way past the point of no return. In fact it's almost for certain that his spirit will be cast aside to the Dark Forest when he dies, unless a miracle happens and StarClan deems him worthy of their ranks. No doubt he would hate to be a part of it though. Alphonse likes to keep things interesting, dangerous and dark are the sort of things he seeks. He might share the same creamy gold fur which surrounds his chunky form and seal which marks his face and paws, but that is his only connection to his siblings who are of the same pedigree. A Siamese. His eyes are different than his siblings, paler in contrast to their blue eyes. He is the bane of the three, the one to be wary of.
Rped by Mousely
Canardstrike
Canardstrike is tall with long limbs, so he is quite large for an average cat. He is a mixture of tabby and white, white mainly covering his front and brown tabby markings mainly covering his back. His muzzel has a slight rusted color to it and his whiskers are long and spiked. His eyes are a shade of caramel, possibly a strange shade of yellow. His left eye is dark, almost as if it has eyeliner around it, but his other eye looks innocent, like any young toms. In a way he looks a little jaggy, but not really. Canardstrike is as carefree and as nosy as any young tom. He is bright and shows a lot of enthusiasm in his duties. He is easy to talk to and trys to make conversation with everyone, even though some are more anti-social than others. However, inside him lurks something dark and confusing, a voice that scares him, makes him fear for his life. No he is not crazy, the exact opposite infact, an intelligent tom, who has been corrupted, by whom he does not know. He is touchy around some subjects, and isn't very good at hiding things.
Rped by xXxIcestarxXx
Hawksong
Stand straight. Keep up with your hygiene. No physical contact with another being. These are three of Hawksong's strict rules, in which she follows with her heart. This she-cat is not very trusting with other cats, and often keeps away as much as possible. Golden brown fur covers her lithe frame, altering between lighter and darker hues among her pelt. Lighter golden eyes adorn her unmarked face, confident yet shy. Her demeanor is somewhat strong and determined, with a bit of shyness among her confidence. This she-cat enjoys being among the trees, or anything that stretches into the vast sky. Sometimes she wished she was a bird, so she could fly above the land below, but doesn't voice her dreams aloud. Her family's history is odd to most other cats, basically because they have queens and kings, and usually have their mates picked for them at birth or early kithood. Hawksong left her family, deciding to try out the other world around her. A mate will probably not be chosen for many, many moons, due to her normal routine being broke. Her original to-be mate was killed in a war between her family's kingdom and another. She is strictly loyal to any leader that comes into her life, which now means the leader of SpringClan. Though she left her family behind, she plans to stick with her kingdom's rules and carry out her family's line.
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Ivoryleaf
A small tortoiseshell and white she-cat with lynx markings on her tail, and slightly larger than normal ears. Her paws, chest and muzzle is white and her eyes are amber with green flecks. Her tail is long and bushy and the fur on the tips of her ears are a little long, resembling lynx ears.. She is small in build, but makes up for that in speed and wits. She is very cunning, and talks rather fast when excited. Around others she is hyper and cheerful, but inside she likes to enjoy quiet and peaceful moments. She likes anything that sparkles and shiny, and is easily distracted. Though in battle or hunting, she is highly alert. Having slightly larger ears, her hearing is better than most, making her capable of hearing farther. Ivoryleaf loves to play with the kits of her clan and is extremely devoted and would die for her clan. She is loyal and brave and would die fighting those she cares about.
Rped by AngelYuki3
Angel
Despite the feminine name, you can take Angel's word when he says he is a tom. His figure is slim and agile, leanly-muscled, much like his late mother, Yinsoul. The only marking on his otherwise snow-white pelt is a small black circle in the center of his forehead, a marking that passes down through every other generation. His eyes are a pristine crystal blue. His talents are shown when hunting, moving silently through brush and undergrowth upon his prey before striking a clean kill. However, blood and fighting makes him squeeming, and prefers non-violent methods to handle situations. He is calm, and cool-minded, the ideal father figure. He is shy, however, but will be making a quick friendship if he thinks highly of you.
Roleplayed by The-Roaming-Spirit
Hawkclaw
Hawkclaw is a dark gray tabby tom with amber eyes. He is one of the most loyal clan cat you can find. He doesn't have any intentions of braeking the warrior code. He is strongly built, so he is a really good fighter. After a battle, he lets the medicine cat look at everyone before him. He only wants the good for his clan. He wouldn't focus on finding a mate, but if the right she-cat came, he might try for her. He loves playing with the kits and apprentices. He really wants to be a mentor.
Rped by up_down
**Frogripple
This tomcat has sleek, blubbered creamy orange-tinted fur that provides perfect insulation. His webbed feet make for an excellent swimmer, as well as easy travelling across marshy or muddy land. Hind legs, unusually longer than normal cat's, are so powerful he can pounce vertically upward more than three cat-lengths - and also help with horsepower when in water. Frogripple's eyes are the exact shade of the green marsh-frog that largely populates PondClan territory, where he was born. Very active, he likes to engage in water games, even as a warrior. He's more interested in play and excursions then hunting or fighting, but will make halfhearted attempts at the latter. Even without trying, he tends to excel. He can't help it; he's a natural at anything he attempts. Frogripple has absolutely no interest in she-cats, and has no clue how to flirt, nor how to recognise it. The idea having a him having a mate and kits is just silly; he's too flakey to hold down a relationship, and as for fatherhood, the youngsters in SpringClan's Nursery are better equipped to raise kits than he.
Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
**Crescentmoon
Most would say, “Look! A kitty pet! Just as soft and playful as the rest of ‘em!” But, you’d be completely wrong. Crescentmoon was indeed a kitty pet, but not a soft play toy like they truly are. His heart was, and always will be, a block of ice. His heart was frozen ever since birth, when his mother felt pride over all her other kits, and cast him away to be shunned for the rest of eternity. In their family’s lineage, any deformed or misshapen kit was to be killed immediately at birth to prevent corruption in the family’s crystal clear bloodline. But since his mother’s heart couldn’t stand the thought of killing her own son, she just slyly dumped him off in the heart of the two leg’s city streets, predicting he would be killed in the very close future. But instead a band of rouges found the kit and welcomed it in with open paws, simply plopping him in a rouge she-cat’s litter. They raised him to be just as merciless and spiteful as you can get, becoming a true killing machine. He won the rouges many fights throughout the moons. Though one day, a beautiful she-cat passed through the city. Crescentmoon saw her and his heart became irrevocably fixated on her. He followed her everywhere she went, forgetting about his stay with the rouges. Eventually he worked up the courage to talk to her, only to find her in an alley-Dead. His heart? Of course, once again broken. Crescentmoon left the city, wandering along, not caring about his empty stomach and worn paws. Eventually, he came upon Springclan, for once, truly feeling like he belonged. His fur is silver, the same metallic shade as the moon. His eyes are an attractive shade of amber, glistening like the sweetest honey. Crescentmoon has a stocky build, muscular arms and legs, and sharp claws. He’s quite handsome, always getting second looks from she-cats. But beyond his cold-hearted demeanor, there’s warmth and kindness. You just have to search for it.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
**Bluepetal
Bluepetal is a blue grey she cat with sky blue eyes. She has only one dream and that is to be a loyal warrior of Springclan. Her mother Lillyfrost was killed in battle when she was newly apprenticed and she never met her father. She thinks that the warrior code is the answer to all of her problems. She will stick to the warrior code untill the day that she dies. She is a thinker. She likes to think through her problems and then act upon what her thoughts find as the best solution. She has always dreamed of serving her clan as the leader, but she knows that this dream may not come true. She works hard and continues to serve her clan as she tries to prove herself worthy. No matter what happens she will continue to serve her clan. She has heard stories of what happens to those who try to take power when they do not deserve it. It usually ends very badly and she has decided to go about things the right way. She is very sweet to her clanmates, but she has no love for the other clans. She keeps her distance from them unless she has to go to a gathering.
Rped by Blazespirit
**Cloverdream
A four leaf clover...often a sign of good luck, right? Well, in this case, it would fit perfectly well with Cloverdream. Her past? A normal mother, father, and family. No hardships, adversity, or anything of the sorts. Her looks? Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Slim body, angelic clover green eyes, and glossy white and grey tabby fur. Great hunting skills, perfected battle tactics...everything about her is undeniably perfect. Cloverdream's constantly in an optimistic mood, always searching for the bright side of things. She's not easily upset, and not one to get angry over most things, unlike most cats. She would love to have a mate some day, a tom who'd truly love her. Not for her flawless appearance or pristine hunting and battle skills, but for her heart, the one true thing that counts.
Rped by Avalonsoul567
**Snowflame
Beyond all the pure white fur, hides a burning flame. This is Snowflame. His thick fur's a pure snow white, his eyes a burning crimson inferno. No one ever loved him, not even his parents, who were murdered in cold blood by his own brother, Poisonousvenom. Snowflame was born a rouge and had a fairly standard childhood, all until Poisonousvenom noticed his parents favoring Snowflame over him. He, in a burst of rage, slaughtered his parents in their sleep. Snowflame was devistated. He turned on his brother and killed him, feeling the blood pool around his paws. This made him feel the rush of dangerous power hidden within himself. Snowflame turned to the dark side, leading bands of rouges in attacks to camps just to murder their inhabitants for the pleasure, nothing else, winning every time. Every time until Springclan. It went just as planned, a quite easy battle. Until he went for the nursery and saw the kits. His heart melted at the sight of them, never seeing kits in his life before, the pleasure of the kit-killing solely other's duties before. In his moment of weakness, the warriors attacked him and held him captive, while they shooed out the rouges, instantly weakened by the loss of their leader. His thirst for blood now gone, they allowed Snowflame to stay in the clan, watching him in case he chose to revolt again. But he didn't, so eventually, everyone came to trust him. So far, nobody knows the reason he'd froze then in the nursery, and hopes to keep it there. Could you imagine the embarassment he'd feel if anyone found out? His complete hardcore reputation would be completely soiled! He's quite handsome, a devilish, "Bad Kitty" air to him. From all his experience in the past, Snowflame's a flawless fighter in battle and an excellent hunter. But you might want to think twice before trusting him, or his traitorous side just might reappear. You never know.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
Silkcry
Silkcry was born the youngest of her three siblings. Her mother died after giving birth to her. She doesn’t remember her mother, but her father always told her that she was a spitting image of her mother. The silky grey fur and the sea blue eyes. Silkcry was raised by her father, since her mother had died, he was all she had; so she was dependent on him. She always felt like she was worthless and weak, since she was the youngest out of her litter. But her father was always there to make her feel worth while. He would lift her chin with his paw and tell her softly, “Silkkit, if I am your king, do you know what you are?” and she would shake her head, her eyes drifting to the ground, “You’re my crown; my beautifully jeweled crown. Rubies, diamonds and all those lovely gems.” Then she would love him more. She trusted him with her heart, with her soul… with her fragile life; and he held her closely, tightly, and when the water came rushing over, she was never carried out to sea. Silkcry often looks back on the days when she was a little kit, learning to walk, but stumbling and falling onto her father. Unfortunately, he father passed when she was made a Warrior. It was the saddest time in her life. She had lost her king… and without a king, what was the crown worth? So Silkcry made a promise to her and her father, that she would never let the gems grow cloudy. So she kept believing that some day, she would be another cat’s crown. Silkcry is a prosperous Warrior now, though she is yet to find a king, to make her worth.
Rped by Black♠Veil
**Spiritdance
Beauty isn't always immediately obvious. And quite often, strikingly beautiful cats can be jerks. However, Spiritdance is beautiful in her own way. Big, wide azure blue eyes, which cat any available light and hold the rays captive in her gaze. They're gentle, and no amount of effort can make her seem deadly. Her pelt is short, silky to the touch, and a beautiful dappled color, blending black, orange, and white together perfectly. Her frame is small, and lithe, allowing for more speed than strength. Spiritdance dislikes violence anyway, and prefers playing mediator. She is a bit of a klutz, sometimes stumbling or dropping something. She's very sweet, always willing to talk to anyone in need of a shoulder to lean on. She came from a pampered life, being a kittypet until she found Springclan. She was extremely shy and bumbling when she first joined, but grew to have a crowd of close friends. And it isn't hard to like Spiritdance, because she cares for everyone.
Rped by xxsunlight
**Sunsetradiance
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