"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
Phoenixstar
Is a second shot at life truly a gift? A reward for your hard troubles and sacrifices? Or is it simply yet another punishment that can be inflicted upon your for your sins...
He died as a kit. He, his mother, and all of the other siblings slaughtered by the claws of his father's enemies while he was off waring with clans that held no relevance to his own. When he awoke, he was laying in a field of dead grass, stained a shade of pale gray. There was no wind, no sunlight, moon, or even stars. Just hallow, twisting trees that wound towards the sky. The dark forest had claimed an innocent soul. But why? He searched for the answer to this for the better part of a year, finding nothing but hostile cats and shadows. He finally found what he searched for, in the form of a Specialist, and none other that his twisted father, Deatheye. His father had no remorse in explaining that he had sent Phoenix here. His soul was just hanging in the void, half way between Starclan and Dark Forest, so he gave it a nudge. Almost fifty years had past in the mortal realm when Phoenix was sent back. Upon his arrival, he was horrified to find that his pelt that normally of black and gray was charcoal black, and his eyes a blood red. Just like his father's. He was no longer that cat that he was, so he renamed himself Phoenix, as a symbol of his rebirth from the fire. His soul is still good, yet the corruption of his father and the forest of darkness left a permanent stain upon his heart. Doomed to spend the remainder of his life hiding in the shadows and fleeing from the light, he begins to wonder, is this life truly a gift?
Rped by Deatheye
Mate: None
Kits: None
Apprentice: None
Lives:
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Medicine Cat
Sunsetradiance
The mere beauty, breathtaking beauty, of the setting sun. That perfectly defines Sunsetradiance, the good she-cat gone bad. She was born the daughter of a leader, spoiled rotten by him and everyone else. Sunsetradiance was loved by everyone, a cute, sparkling gift of joy. She was beautiful, her bright orange fur softer than any other's in the forest, her yellow eyes like glimmering chips of the sun. Then came the day, the dark day as she calls it, when the sun turned black. All the light was gone, the whole forest was bathed in unbearable darkness. A Starclan warrior came, telling the leader the sun would be returned only if he banished his daughter, Sunsetradiance, from the clan. He was torn, but chose to keep his daughter, not wanting to lose her, the one true happiness in his life. With all the strength of Starclan, the ghastly warrior returned, and sent Sunsetradiance to the deepest pits of the Dark Forest. Her name was changed to Destroyingdarkness, and was kept that way all throughout her life in the Dark Forest. Her heart shriveled up, the life drained out from all the evil and hatred accumulating in that horrid forest. One day, the Starclan warrior came, bearing a great white light that paralyzed all the evil in the dark forest momentarily, giving the warrior precious time. The warrior opened a gate to the earth plane, allowing Destroyingdarkness to leave the Dark Forest. She ran through the forest, not knowing where she was going, but just following her paws. She came upon Springclan, and as soon as seeing the camp, she knew it was her birth clan, she was home! But it was so far into the future, even the kits from her childhood were far deceased. She changed her name back to Sunsetradiance, never wanting to bear the name Destroyingdarkness ever again. After some time, cats became to trust her. She recieved the position as the Medicine Cat, to her amazement. Sunsetradiance still has nightmares of the time in the Dark Forest, the monstrosities of it had permanently scarred her mind. The dark side of her body sometimes takes control, her tongue sharp and unforgiving. But don't worry, the sweet, angelic, spoiled rotten diva is still in there somewhere, just waiting for its turn to rule.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
Medicine Cat Apprentice
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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
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 tabby 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. Crescentmoon always offers to help others, and is respective to every cat. But beyond his cold-hearted demeanor, there’s warmth and kindness. You just have to search for it.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
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. But, this 100% delicate clover can become an evi and treacherous slug within the blink of an eye; but only when the correct circumstances are present. 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
Brambleshadow
A long scar runs from the base of her right ear all the way across her eye and stops at her mouth. It horrifies here, for the mere fact that it reminds here of her past life, as a nobody rogue. She had all the right skills, but no one dared give her the respect she deserved. Every hair of her dark brown tabby coat is burned with memories of her family's death. Back when her family was alive, her mother, father, sister, and 2 brothers, they all travelled together, spreading knowledge. She loved her brother, Montage, the most. He taught her how to be kind, and considerate, and she was, until those clan cats killed them all. She doesn't know why she joined the clans any more. She's just glad she did now. The one thing she always does no matter what. is get up right before sunrise, and watch the, well, sunrise. Even is you can't see it. It was a tradition for her family. Just watch out for her. Those who her blue eyes watch are being examined, being determined as an enemy, or friend.
Rped by *Twinkle.Twinkle*
Iceblue
A kind figure, not particularly. A venomous figure, might as well be. Her eyes are cold, along with her heart. She opens up to few and even then, those shards of ice don't reveal any of her dark chasm of a heart. Her dreams are nightmares and casual rain is a storm. She's very emotional and quick to anger, which is very unfortunate for the cat on the other end of the conversation. Her pink tongue drips poison with every word, seeping into your soul and messing with your sanity. Iceblue's coat is just as you would imagine it; white, kind of long. She is a Singapura cat and this is obvious through her fluffy tail. She's pretty tall and quite graceful; really just a beautiful cat overall. In the past she was a loner named Ice and lived with her brother, Rowan, then he fell in love with a Springclan cat and had two kits. His mate soon died from greencough and he decided to join Springclan with his two kits. Ice, being inseperable from her brother joined also and soon became Iceblue due to her eyes.
RPed by Color-Me-Blue(:
Bloodsong
Some would say he's charming, others would say he's a con artist. Bloodsong has always gotten what he wanted, easily too. How couldn't he? He's large, and well muscled, making him an opponent no one would want to meet in battle. He's also got looks that make she-cats swoon. He has a tan under coat with light ticking of beige. His markings are beautiful auburn classic tabby swirls, like marbling in a cake. The colors seem to melt together in the sun, making his pelt come alive like fire. His eyes compliment his tabby coat, being a vibrant amber gold color they too come alive in the sun and burn with stubborn-ness and strong will. These features coupled with his well muscled body, long legs and tail and slightly long fur and strong stride make him perfect in looks. Now Bloodsong may be pretty, but he likes to trick people. He likes to get what he wants, when he wants it. He's faked injury, sickness, and death to get food, a warm place to stay, or revenge. It's just his nature, his father taught him so it's not all his fault. His father never taught him how to love, so he isn't accustomed to the word or what it even means, it's hard for him to understand really, how can one person love you for the rest of their life without ever finding someone better? The thought confuses him so he tries his best to steer clear of love. He has the rambuntious attitude of a kit most of the time and can be found playing with them by the nursery, which would leave one wondering why he doesn't want his own. But he does, he just doesn't know it yet. Bloodsong is sneaky, and seemingly heartless, but he doesn't even know how wonderful he could be if opened up to the possibility.
Rped by: SavvyKitKat
Vulcanresurrection
Change is supposed to some easily to him. Guess he
was a little harder to break then some. His brown fur is perfect for
his surroundings, after all, he is half Springclan. His brown fur makes
is easier to stalk in dirt areas. He loves Springclan. He may not have
been Winterclan material, his other half is well made for his new home.
He has short brown fur, something he shivered in when it came to snowy
lands, and passionate yellow eyes, always following she who he admires.
Pyrostar. They had met in a past life, back in the Dark Forest, when she
really had burned with fiery passion. He noticed her then, and fell in
love, but he hadn't realized it until he saw her at a Gathering. She
wasn't the only reason he migrated, he had two other reasons who had to
be relocated, but she was the main reason. even if he can't have her, he
will fight for her. He only hopes his part Springclan heritage will
make him more acceptable in Springclan, hopefully...
Rped by *Twinkle.Twinkle*
Brairrose
Flames are a simple thing to some. They can symbolize death and destruction. Or rejuvination and growth and warmth. Brairrose embodies warmth, she radiates it, constantly. She is of a fiery orange to ginger pelt that has shimmery golden and silky cream tabby spots within it. Her fur is of medium to short length, with a plumed tail making her seem like a little lioness. Her eyes are captivating, but conceal her happiness under shyness and fear. They are a mixture of colors, meshed together to make beautiful optics that sit perfectly on her face, sea green, blue, and gold mottled. Her form is leath like the lioness and her ears are slightly smaller but still highly sensitive, her paws are slightly large as well, picking up most all of the earth's movments in vibrations, which her blind friend had taught her to do. Brairrose is the younger sister of Russet and Jackolantern. The only resemblence she shares with the two is the orange coloring. Since her brother was kidnapped, she has become fearful of most everything. She takes to the trees for safety and most often is able to find caves easily. She is shy and doesn't talk a lot to anyone and hopes SpringClan can help her overcome her resident attitude and bring forth her once bubbly, cheerful self. And maybe start a family of her own to protect and comfort.
Rped by SavvyKitKat
**Flintshard
You never seem to be good enough. Everyone is just a cut above you, for whatever reason. Maybe their faster than you or stronger or smarter or maybe just older or better looking than you. For everyone, that tends to be different. For Flintshard, it's a simple thing. Something so trivial and primal that it tends to drive him up the wall. He seems to have a lot going for him; short and course dark gray fur with some lighter tabby stripes, bold and expressive light yellow eyes and a good frame to match. The cat who ends up beating him is his own sister, Amethystfantasy. Why? What makes her so much better than him? Well, not a lot to the normal eyes, but the cats he tries so hard to impress see only through rose tinted glasses. After all, she is their little princess. Sure, they love him too, though it quickly gets obvious who they favor. The flighty and dreamy younger sister instead of the more down to earth son. That sums him up well. His head seems to never be up in the clouds. He doesn't daydream or fantasize, rather living in the moment in this life instead of playing with other illusions of lives. He's your typical Springclan cat; friendly, peaceful and strong. Well, unless you start him. It's hard to predict when he goes off or even what causes him. With just a flip of a switch, his whole demeanor changes. He becomes more brash, self confident, confrontational, tactical and just overall angry. How long the switch happens varies, from just a couple of minutes to about a day. Easiest thing to do is to simply give up and apologize, but I doubt some of you will do that. Egg him on and he becomes worse, like poking a bear, he will eventually just bite. These bursts are few and far between, but it still isn't wise to roll the dice with him.
Rped by *Bakuraluvr4evr*
Amethystfantasy
Slip into a world where cares simply disappear. You rule this world, twist it's physics and orchestrate how the story plays out. All other things are simply drowned out in the loud music. No one knows you're in this world other than you. Welcome to your dreamland. You may never want to leave this paradise and some don't, including Amethystfantasy. Her fur is as black as the night sky, no stars or moons to lighten it. Her eyes stand out, bright chips of icy blue with violet tinges in their shadows. She doesn't think much of her real life, happy with her peaceful Springclan life. Her brother is Flintshard, a cat stuck in reality. While she loves him, she can't help but feel sorry for him, having to constantly deal with the pain of reality. After her affectionate, pampered and worry free upbringing, she doesn't have a care in the world. She could have noticed the radical difference in the upbringings between herself and Flintshard had it not been for finding this dreamworld. It's so easy to do. Nothing really drove her to find it, she did one day and always begrudgingly returns to the real world after that. She loves her world and tries to return to it whenever possible. From simple down time to in the middle of a heated battle, she will try to go back there. It's an addiction, one she simply cannot break. Obviously, her performance becomes incredibly impaired when she goes there and she simply can't do anything. In the typical daydreams most go through, there is only a simple bond to our fantasy, so we can stay in this world yet break the connection easily when something needs our attention in the real world. For Amethystfantasy, the bond is a lot stronger, to where the whole real world is blocked out. She needs to be the star of her stage and little can keep her away from it. She tries to stay away sometimes, mainly when she is hunting or fighting, and only a jolt of shock can get her out of it. If you somehow catch her out of her dream world or snap her out of it, she becomes very awkward to talk to and shy. She's only been in her fantasy world, after all, only interacting with the characters in her world. She desires for a fairy tale ending and to find her prince, though not on a white horse
Rped by *Bakuraluvr4evr*
Rebelflame
Rebel, such a perfect term to describe this cat. He has never bothered to conform. No one can make him, or no one has succeeded. Beyond all that, no cat has ever wanted to. His yellow eyes unnerve even the toughest warrior. His eyes are the awkward color that is between green and yellow that everyone seems to hate. But he like it. They go well with his brown tabby pelt that is smooth and clings to his muscled frame. Speaking of that, he’s not your average sized cat. He is huge compared to most, broad shouldered and all that mess. As you can guess he’s a fighting prodigy. He had to train hard for it though. His size actually put him at a disadvantage because it slows him down. Behind all this front though is a sweet, fun loving personality. He’s a cat of many different sides, which one will you meet?
Rped by -Celticmelody-
Owltalon
She's fast. She's silent. She's deadly. Obviously, this is where she gets her name from. Don't let this cat's looks deceive you, 'cause she's one of the best warriors around. Owltalon has a beautiful black pelt with gorgeous emerald eyes that can lull even the most hostile warriors. After she comforts the victim into thinking she's not a threat, then there is no hope for the victim. She pounces and fights like a rabid badger, making her victim's yowl for mercy. Although she seems coldhearted and cruel, she really isn't. At least, not to her clan mates. Believe it or not, she really wants to find a mate and raise her kits to be amazing warriors. Ever since she was born into Primal Instinct and was chased out, she's been trying to find a clan that isn't ruthless and volatile. Because she was raised until she was an apprentice in Primal Instinct, she has some of the best fighting and hunting skills around. Oh yeah, did I also mention that she's extremely fast?
Rped by horsepaw_4361
Amoursentiment
Long, graceful legs and petite, swift paws are this beautiful cat's most defined features. She's a light, long-haired cream colored she-cat with light gleaming blue eyes and slightly darker cream-brown spots that cover her body down to her and up to her ears. She's of average intelligence and is a swift, amazing hunter. Amoursentiment is a loving, and loyal cat but she is a foreign cat and is still slowly being accepted into the clan. She was born in a few towns over with two-legs and quickly realized there was a lot more to the world than her small back yard. At just an apprentice age she set off to adventure but also soon realized it wasn't so easy and stumbled into Springclan territory. It had been a week away from her two-legs and she was basically desperate to have a permanent home. She had managed to live for that long so the clan was slightly impressed and let her with open hearts. She's now in love with the clan and all the cats in it and is very thankful she was able to come across the clan in the first place.
Rped by ♥Love♥Me♥Always♥
Descendingmadness
Shadows seem to move across this tom's pelt, shrouding him in danger and mystery, something that keeps the majority of cats away. His cold, calculating emerald eyes seem to work on the rest, looking at you as though he can discern your soul through all of the darkness that surrounds it. An outsider-turned-SpringClan member, Descendingmadness never really fit in the laid back relaxed ways of the clan. Tense, he's always prepared for the worst, as though he expects it to happen anyway. When he speaks, it's in harsh, condescending tones, daring you to take a good long look at yourself and see what you really are. He doesn't believe in good, only shades of grey. He himself has made it clear that he is the blackest of them all and dares you to challenge it. Cynical and sardonic, his words are enough to make a full-grown warrior back down and advert his gaze; Descendingmadness has, in fact, perfected his withering glance, a deadly thing if used correctly. Don't cross this tom. Don't even think about it. He'll know.
Rped by Syncopation♪
Eternalstorm
This tom has an attitude. He is haughty and narcissistic and does what he feels like. His fur is ebony while his eyes are an emerald green with a white stripe across his back. He loves to show off by bringing back loads of prey from his hunt and flirts with every she-cat in sight. However, Eternalstorm is quick to come up with a strategy and his natural instincts are lethal. His loyalty is to himself and to his clan. He never wants to tie himself down to a female. Likes kits, but doesn't want any of his own, or so he says. He is very playful and sometimes hangs out with the kits instead of going out on patrol to make them less bored.
Rped by sarah.rose
Glaciershatter
Glaciershatter has earned his name for more than just one reason - at a glance his white fur and icy blue eyes might seem like the reason, and once you know him you might guess it's relating to his cold, frozen heart. When, or more likely /if/, you grow closer to him, this cold tom may grow nicer and you'll imagine his name was given to him because he simply used to be a loyal member of WinterClan, but in truth it's about the cat himself. In WinterClan his name was Glacierstorm - quite a brave name if I do say so myself, but when he simply gave up on life in what he had considered the best possible and joined SpringClan, this white tom-cat simply lied, changing his name to Glaciershatter. Why? Well, no one will ever know, but what's for certain is the pain Glaciershatter felt the moment he departed his home. What's broken has to be fixed, and this long-furred tom will remain on the ground before someone bares to pick up the cold pieces of ice and rebuild the strong mass of ice he once was.
Rped by xxtheoretically
Daisyfur
A light ginger she-cat with 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
Glacierpeak
A medium-sized smoke-colored tom with captivating, curious blue eyes. Eyes that reflect his abuse, his heart, and all at the same time portray his calm, humorous nature. His sarcastic demeanor is that of a cackling hyena, often dry and harsh. Only rarely does another cat catch that glimmer of good nature, a small scrap of hope that trust between he and another still has a chance. He is truly a diamond in the rough, and the presence of love in his life could expose his real personality. Before SpringClan, he lived a life of torture. His mother loved him and his siblings very much, but no cat can stay in one place forever. His father returned from a journey to seek out better hunting grounds, healing his mother's broken heart. Soon after, she left with him, wishing her now-apprentice-aged kits luck and prosperity. The then-Glacier set out, searching for a more meaningful, and less lonely life, which he temporarily found with a band of rough rogues. He fought his way in, and fought his way out to say the least. His body was salvaged, but not by much; his left ear was filled with nicks, his tail is kinked in the end(which he wasn't born with), multiple burn marks about his stomach, and a back covered in scars. As he progressed into adulthood, the process repeated itself multiple times. Soon enough, his trust for others was depleted, and when he first found SpringClan, Glacierpeak was hostile, but after scouting the group for a bit, he decided he wanted to be a part of their little group, and spoke with the leader about his entrance. He was reluctantly accepted, and has since worked hard to prove his everlasting gratitude and loyalty.
Rped by Amberflame
Ivypool
An off white, long furred she-cat with bright green eyes. Ivypool is a kind, caring and sweet she-cat. Even though she is kind, caring and sweet, she has her sassy side, and when it comes to toms, she can be hard to get. She was raised in a twoleg home for a few moons, but they soon left her out on the side of the thunderpath because they didn't want another cat. She almost died of starvation, but by some twist of fate, Starclan decided to save her and give her the amazing skill of fishing. Eating only fish before she joined this clan, her pelt became long and shiny giving her almost a ghost-like look when she is sitting in the sun. She still hasn't fully grasped the art of hunting on land and prefers hunting fish, but she is willing to try anything. She has never thought about being a queen since she has never been around a tom long enough to think about that. She is focused on making herself a better warrior to properly serve her clan.
Rped by Angel.
Chemicalgarden
You see a soft silver pelt with hints of fawn striping her. Eyes watery sea green and a soul that is concealed. Chemical was her original name. She came from a twoleg laboratory as a ratter. Her breed is Burmilla, giving her an exotic but yet simple look. Upon joining the clans she gave herself the name Chemicalgarden. Chemicalgarden is a mysterious cat who mostly keeps to herself. She hunts and fights when needed but usually tends to stay in the shadows. She's never been one for small talk and its hard to coax her from her shell. Unlike most others, she has no dramatic past or weird traits. She is just... her. Normal in a way.
Rped by Masqueradetrick
Apprentices
Warpaw(pool)
Dark jet black she-cat. Her eyes are a deep amber, that shine bright in the darkness of her den. Warpool has a long lithe body, and large hindpaws, but small forepaws. Her tail is long and clipped slightly at the end. Her eyes usually lay lazily across her forehead, and practically cover her eyes. Warpool enjoys sneaking up on her clanmates. She thinks of it as a hobby, rather than a nuisance like many other cats think of her as. Her dark fur color helps her blend into the night, and the only thing glowing would be her amber eyes. Warpool understands where she comes from. Her family and everything. But, she is not particularly happy or proud of her backround. It's something she doesn't like bringing up, and makes sure no other cats bring up behind her back. She's not the best friend a cat would wish to have. She's more of the observant she-cat who looks around the camp, taking in everything around her. She likes having all eyes on her. Even if it is negative, it makes her feel powerfully and successful in all she's tried to do. The only thing that really breaks her apart is the sight of young kits. She tends to stray away from the nursery and the young kits that live inside of it. She knows they are genuinly useless to the clan, since all they do is drink their mothers milk, eat and take up space. Once the kits become apprentices, that's when Warpool tends to socialize with them more. She doesn't mind having an apprentice of her own. But, she would rather teach her apprentice a few techniques she thought up herself, instead of the typically battle and hunting techniques that every clan knows. It would be useless in battle and hunting, when every clan knows the same thing you do.
Rped By Heathersong981
Mentor: Silentlamb
Phoenixpaw
Phoenixsong is a soft and bright little she-cat with a big heart. She loves to run around and be with her friends, but aspires to be a Medicine cat some day. Having a tabby coat with dark stripes has made her look very tiger like when she was a kit. Phoenixsong is very gentle and caring when it comes to other cats, and has learned many herbs every time she visits the Medicine Cat den. She goes there often and learns and memorizes all the herbs she can. Having a great memory, Phoenixsong will be able to remember what to treat a wound with and what she needs to do if there is a sickness going around.Rped by ஐFearless۞§erenityஐ
Mentor: Phoenix
Olivepaw
The small, cute, yet perfect round shape of an olive. They're truly adorable! That is, if you notice the true beauty within them... This is Olivepaw, just as cute and small as an olive herself. She was born in a family of loners, given the name Olivia at the time. When she grew old enough to fend for herself, her parents, Hawk and Sassy, told her to scat. She did, and was not that great at catching her own prey when the time came. So, Olivia decided to join a clan, hearing tales from her mother as a young kit about them. She found Springclan, who gratefully welcomed her in. She received the name Olivepaw, for her obvious resemblance to an olive. Olivepaw has a rather small build, and because of that, many of her clan mates mistake her for a kit! But, she uses her smallness as a strength, not a weakness. In battle, she can zip right under her opponents and rake her sharp claws across their under bellies. But in hunting, she can mainly only catch mice, since every other prey is just slightly too big for her. Olivepaw's fur is a dark, dark black, covering almost her whole body. The only part of her that isn't slathered in the tar colored fur, is her chest. It has a big splotch of white, with speckles of dark brown across it. But her eyes, her lucious eyes, are the exact same shade that of a fresh picked olive, the same light green hue with a minuscule, almost unnoticeable, swirl of red within the middle. Olivepaw is probably one of the best friends your ever going to make, and meeting this she cat is a moment you'll never forget.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
Mentor: Daisyfur
Blazingpaw{ice}
A death. Hateful kits. A long gone mate. Of
course she was cursed with the bad memories of her long ago life. Her
sister is living it up, pain free. She wished she didn't look so much
like the brat. All she has is a left brown paw to set them apart. But,
if you watch them together, they are the soul they once were, together,
but apart. All she craves is to be her own entity. Winterclan was a cold
clan, perfect for her attitude and tastes. Springclan is so, well,
perfect. Perfectly warm temperature, the scent of flowers all around.
She wonders why none of it can make her smile. Probably because she has
yet to develop her sense of self, and to mask the bad memories with good
takes some time. She has a whole living life and dead life of them
after all. What hurts most though, is her heart. the pain she felt
having to see Weasel with a new future mate. Owls are known for natural
grace and beauty. Good choice for him, if only she could be there for
him. She was learning to support him. But she was taken away, promised a
better life. So here she is now. Will you accept her?Rped by *Twinkle.Twinkle*
Mentor: Lightspeed
Arcticpaw{flame}
Migrating from the clan you've lived in both of your lives is hard. But Vulcan said it was for the best. Springclan is nice, though. No year round snow may warm her sister's heart, and she could use some warming up. Her twin, the one with the bad memories. They are exactly alike, down to the outstretching red in their eyes. Her eyes used to be a warm orange, but as years grew mentally gruesome for her, they grew dull. After her return home from the Dark Forest, red began to grow out from her pupils, outstretching like fingers of death. The same is for her sister. The only thing that sets them apart, is their paws. Arcticpaw has the right brown paw, along with all the good memories. Only good memories from her past life? Kind of crazy? Where'd the bad memories go? Why they went to her sister-self, Blazingice. She feels sorry for her, but what happened, happened. Somehow their soul split in two during the transition into this new life. It's hard making new friends in a new clan, especially when you don't fit in with blazing white fur and questionable tactics. Will she fit in anywhere, when she ain't complete? Can she complete what's missing, find the links and clean herself up? Only time will give her the answers she so craves.
Rped by *Twinkle.Twinkle*
Mentor: Crescentmoon
Pantherpaw[fang]
A jet-black tom with green eyes. Pantherfang is handsome and charming. He is quick, loyal, and adventurous but is very mischievous and is an absolute troublemaker. But even then, he loves to serve his clan and hates to see his clanmates feeling down. He is a fast learner but is sometimes stubborn and impatient. Pantherfang is almost always happy and is usually hyper but he can be serious and calm occasionally. He is great at seeing the best strategy when he is fighting. He never knew his parents and will do anything to prove his loyalty to his clan and to make his clanmates proud. He is also kind to his friends and would love to have a mate and kits someday.
Rped by Pokemonclan7
Mentor : Empathybird
Avalonpaw
A reject. That's what he's always been. Ever since birth, no one's ever wanted him. His mother attempted his murder seconds after birth, resulting in a long, ugly scar snaking from his left ear to his flank. Feeling only a sliver of pity in her cruel and hate-filled heart, the she-cat left the poor, wounded kit alone in the frigid snow. The kit mewled feebly in the snow, yearning for anyone, friend or enemy, to spare his painful life. Then, a cat. A small, lithe she-cat hunting solo heard it's muffled mew of sorrow. The she-cat brought the abandoned kit to her clan-Springclan. That's his past, so don't even think about asking him for any more details, or dying will become oh so much sweeter than what this cat has to offer. His fur is a dark mottled brown, with streaks of dull gold here and there. His eyes are a dark, dead grass green, with mud brown jutting out around the irises. The tip of his mud-brown tail is pure white, contrasting greatly to his dark and sinister-looking fur.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
Mentor : Gorsewind
Spottedpaw
Graceful. Beautiful. Perfect. She's all of those things, no one would ever doubt it. Her fur is an elegant shade of black, with a patch of snow white on her chest. Her paws are white as well, each dappled with speckles of golden brown. Glimmering with ultimate radiance, are her eyes. An extravagant tropical blue, grasping everyone else's complete adoration whenever glanced upon. A graceful hunter, moving with such utter speed and perfect precision on every blow, the prey doesn't even have a chance to react before it's life is swiftly ended. She has a brilliant sense of humor, and a kind heart that no one could avoid.
Rped by AvalonSoul567
Mentor : Everlastingnightmare
Yulepaw
A dark brown tom with a sandy under belly with a tint of red. He has yellow eyes and is a good fighter, but he isn't a great hunter. He's often trying to find something to do. He has a hard time paying attention to detail, which makes him such a bad hunter. He's also quiet a joker, always try to play a prank on someone or is always sarcastic, making him appear rudder than he his. He can be a sweet tom, but sometimes he can be a butt. He's alway up for an adventure and tries to drag others with him, which can lead to trouble, but he'll own up to it and won't desert his friends, he can also be a bit of a rebel. He was born here but