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.
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LEADER
Phoenixstar // Deatheye
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?
Lives // 9-9
Apprentice // None
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DEPUTY
Pebblefoot // apple.
Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force within your words? It's more than that. It's like an octopus weaving it's tentacles inside and out of your lifeless body. Who is she? She's the one with so many words trapped inside of her. It's her history. Her history has much too many words that harness her. Sights, sounds, smells, all engulf her in memory every time she thinks of her sister. What she did to her mother, father, brothers... Too much to handle. Too much to bear. She was born in a litter of four. She had a sister and two brothers. Although, one day, her sister had an awakening. The evilness inside of her woke up from it's sleep, effecting all who surrounded her. Pebblefoot tried to put a stop to it, although, it didn't work. Attempted murder. Pebblefoot was a target- the MAIN target. The evil being had gotten a hold of her mother, father, and brothers, killing them in a swift bit each. But Pebblefoot? She's a survivor for a reason. This helps her serve her Clan well. The scar along her backside is a reminder to the ones around her that she's not a fool. Oh no. Pebblefoot is no fool. She's quite intelligent, always pondering the different possibilities of various situations. You'll often find her laying on a rock, gazing at her ancestors and asking for advice. Among those stars lie her family, but her sister is still out there, serving a darker power. Pebblefoot is still a target; she'll always be. One day, she wishes to avenge her family's death. Because of her tragic past, she feels strong empathy for many clan mates. She often sits and listens to problems, thinking of the possible outcomes.She has brilliant blue eyes that reflect thhe stars almost perfectly. They are the color of a springtime river - aqua blue with a mossy green center. Her tail is abnormally long, often getting in the way of things. Her light brown fur is almost the same color of a mouse, and her stripes are the color of the luscious mud she feels between her toes. Her voice is powerful... booming. She is assertive and feared, although, she is well liked. No cat disrespects her... they'd be too scared to. She knows how to handle simple situations, and knows how to stand up for herself. Pebblefoot's future is in StarClan's hands... what do they have in store for her?
Apprentice // Olivepaw
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MEDICINE CAT
Serenitytermination // Gingerfurfirestar
Devious, Expressive, Inevitably troubled. Only one cat could lead a life of such pain. SerenityTermination, the only soul who could hold such a problematic existence. The young she-cat was once an innocent, fun-loving girl. Coordinated, logical, strong, witty-perfection within such a small body. One would think she could do no wrong, but, if one were as observant as her, they would have noticed that her pelt colouring held the prophecy to her demise. A story should explain what lead to the position of this young cat. Once upon a time, there was a Rouge mother, who held a small litter of three in her possession. As they were a late threesome, the bitter winter came too fast, too sudden. One out of the three died. Frostbite took his small body easily. The other two, the heroine, and soon the villain, and the other one, the sad casualty in this story, took the cold quite well. The bigger, and presumably eldest one of them all, held a dark brown to his coat. The other, whilst she was beautiful, only held a soft white, which, by the colours of her parents, and grandparents, weren't possible in any way. So pure, so soft. She was perfect, even if her pelt would have to meld with her colour later. After a small amount of time, she ended up with a light sandy pelt, fading into a dark melt of brown and then a sharp dappling of white on her fluffy tail and black socks on her small back feet. Her golden eyes were bright, and her brother happy to be with her. One day, they ventured out, far into the mountains, without their mother. It didn't really matter anyways, she was close to abandoning them anyways. The two small cats found themselves at a small river. SerenityTermination, having been the more adventurous of the two, decided to take a swim. The current took her, making her fail miserably in trying to paddle back to her brother. Seeing this, he jumped in to help her. When they met each other, the young she-cat had gotten a hold of the bank, which was a rock outcrop, which could only hold one. Her brother found a hold too, trying to pull himself up. A wild, and dangerous idea ran through SerentityTermination's mind. She had to live, no matter who she had to beat. With that, she shoved her brother off, back into the water, having him hit a rock. The last thing she remembers of him was the yowl he gave for her to help. Of course, she didn't, and scrabbled up onto the outcrop. The sun was setting, and she was wandering aimlessly through the terrain. All she could hear, see, feel, was her brothers plea, which she ignored so easily. Time took its toll, and the sandy she-cat took a tumble down a rocky decline, hitting her right eye and landing in SpringClan. It took very little time for someone to find her and patch her up. She found herself in the Medicine Cat's den, finding it fascinating. She was so calm, so happy. Soon, what was there left to do but take her in? Due to the relaxed demeanor she held, she was given the name of Serenitykit. As time went by, and her eye healed, she found it possible to forget about her past, and become someone. Of course, she lost all sight in her damaged eye, but, it mattered very little. Finding a love for the herbs that saved her precious life, she strived to become just like her saviour. As the days went by, she finally was realized for her want, and crown as the apprentice of someone who gave life, not taking it. She hasn't given her past, at least, not yet. Even with the constant nightmare that leave her screaming for help in the late hours of the moonlight. Hopefully, one day, her evils will be taken into consideration, and the sandy blonde that keeps SerenityTermination from being revealed, might just fade, just like her brothers death cry did.
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MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
Name here // Username
Bio here
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WARRIORS
SHE CATS
Amethystfantasy // *Bakuraluvr4evr*
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
Apprentice // Beepaw
Chemicalgarden // Masqueradetrick
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.
Apprentice // Avalonpaw
Silentsong // wa-ya
It seems as her name implies, this she-cat is silent. She never could talk, born a mute. Her siblings were very supportative of her, as her mother. It's been a few seasons since they all died of green cough, and that left Silentsong alone in the Clan, except fo her best friend, Flamebreath. He had been by her side longer then she could remember. And as much as she wishes she could say it, she was in love with him. But being unable to talk, she had never been able to express her feelings for him, leaving her alone yet once more. She had to watch for moons and moons as he went around, flirting away with other she-cats. That about killed Silentsong. But she stayed stong, always keeping her head high. Of the few noises she can make, her laugh is one of beauty. It's soft and ringing, like a bell. Silentsong is fairly beautiful. With a small body and narrow chest, she is quick and light on her paws. The coat of fur covering her body us short but thick, and very soft to the touch. Her mightnight black pelt glistens green and purple in the sunlight, like a ravens feather. On her chest is a dark dark amber color, a russet brown almost. It's so dark, it almost blends in with the black. Silentsong has large round eyes that are a light yellow green color. If she could talk, Silentsong would be one of the most talkative cats in the Clan. She loves playing pranks on Flamebreath. Silentsong doesn't thinnk she could live without him, that cat has been by her side through thick and thin. She'd easily lay down her life for him, and she knows he'd do the same.
Apprentice // None
Tinytear // My.Love
Pretty and petite. About the size of an apprentice, but her spirit is as fiery and fierce as all the warriors put together. Her pelt is a pale silver colour with dark grey streeks dappling most of her body, shadow black stripes run all over her body in a tabby pattern. Her eyes are like two frozen pools, reflecting all the fight inside this tiny she-cat, aswell as the tears that fall all-to easily. Big-mouth, smart talking with smooth come-backs, her tongue gets her into more trouble then her temper, which usually leads her to attack clan-mate's, does. A fighter. Go-getter. A cat that just doesn't know when to give up. Tinytear is one of the most impatient cat's going, and most temperamental. Anything, from stepping on her tail to looking at her funny, or just the sight of you can set her temper a blaze. There are many things that makes her angry, but the biggies are being wrong, losing, and some cat getting in her way. There are a lot more, but you'll figure them out when she snaps are you and swings a paw full of pointed claws at you. Tinytear may be small, but she is one of the many best fighters in the clan, and is not afraid to remind any cat who forgets. Strong willed, and a huge ego. Tinytear does not take anything from nobody, if you say something to her she doesn't like, be ready for an ear full, if she doesn't rip them off first. Quit to judge and very distrustful towards every cat. She only trusts a few cats, and those few cat's are very close to her and she would do anything to keep them safe. When it comes to her friends, Tinytear is like a mother bear with cubs. If you have hurt, or plan to do so, you will pay, she wouldn't care who you are, she will do anything in her power to make sure that her friends are safe, even if it means lossing her life. She always tells herself, when there is nothing more worth fighting for, then StarClan can have her, but not without a good, final battle that cats will be talking about for moons after. Tinytear has never though of herself as the kind to fall in love and have a family, she always jokes that long after she's gone, the queens will tell the kit's that if they don't behave, Tinytear will come down and take their noses. Deep down, she would love to find a tom who loves her despite her anger problems and have a family with him. She has a very annoying older, and much bigger brother, Humblebee who always sticks his nose where it doesn't belong, but Tinytear loves him any how and would be out for blood if anything ever happened to that oaf.
Apprentice // None
Rainheart // .:Featherheart:.
A long silky fur, that's a silver, she-cat with a white underbelly, her front paws are white and halfway up her hind legs. She also has a white chest, she has blue eyes. She is a spunky, adventurous cat who has curiosity gets the best of her and winds up with her getting in trouble. She is friendly and kind, in a battle with her friend in a rival clan she will try to avoid them unless they are attacking a clan mate she likes. She enjoys being with friends and hanging out with others who enjoy her company. She is a very compassionate and understanding cat with a good heart.
Apprentice // None
Brightflower//cefurst1
Small, white and orange tabby she-cat. Her bright yellow eyes can lighten up anything. Sweetness radiates off of her, and she is the picture of calm. Life has been calm for her, she has no regrets. Staying in camp? Not for her. The open air of the meadow is where she loves to be. Adores kits, and wants some of her own someday. More than anything, she wants someone she can spend her life with, whether it be a friend or a mate, she loves being with other cats. Could of been a medicine cat, but her love for kits stopped her. Fighting is something she tries to avoid. Honest, but not harsh, she tells you what she thinks, but only when it's appropriate. Not good at telling others what to do, she prefers to obey orders than give them.
TOMS
Crescentmoon // AvalonSoul567
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.
Apprentice // None
Snowflame // AvalonSoul567
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.
Apprentice // None
Frostbite // Deatheye
A pelt as white as snow, eyes as blue as ice. He is the very essence of cold. His pure white is only halted by the black fur that covers his feet and tail, with streaks of black along his face, giving the illusion that he really was frost bitten. He can be playful and warm at times and cold as stone the next. He loves the winter, as well as the warm sun on his back and prefers to stick to the sunlight as much as possible. Due to his white coat, he is nearly impossible to locate in the winter while catching the occasional nap.
Apprentice // Spottedpaw
Flamebreath // apple.
Where are you in my time of need? Where are you when all hope is lost? Here. His name is Flamebreath. When he was born, he got the prefix of "Flame" for obvious reasons; his flaming coat and his firey personality. But why "breath?" When he opens his lips, the sound of angels erupt from the tom. His voice is smooth; every breath is filled with glory, while all others are filled with envy. A deep, seducing mew that seems to be unique. His leadership and ability to take control of situations surprises most cats, for it's extremely rare. You may think this tom is the perfect, well rounded, jack-of-all-trades. I regret to inform you that you completely and utterly wrong. Flamebreath is terrible at hunting. Hunting? The skill all cats learn at a young age? Yes. His brilliant green eyes may focus on prey. He may lock his target. But he almost never succeeds. But in battle.. oh in battle. He is not strong. If you believe that, I will tell you you are wrong. But he is swift, quick, and intelligent. He observes weak spots and takes attention to the small thing his opponent does, making him an excellent fighter. When Flamebreath was an apprentice, his sister and his mom died of a badger attack. He was lucky that he was a survivor. He likes to believe that StarClan watches over him every second of every day. He likes to believe that one day, he'll be with his mother and sister in the sky, watching over the future warriors. He still has a wound from that battle. A small gash taints his left ear, which always leads to a great story. Bravery, loyalty, and trust. That's what StarClan looks for in a warrior. If that is so, shall he live eternally in the sky with the great warriors of the past.
Apprentice // None
Aceheart // ^^Icestar
Aceheart knows no evil or deceitful ways. For he is noble and trustworthy, a valiant tomcat at that. He walks through SpringClan with much pride. He stands tall, and no one shall slay his dignity. Aceheart greatly admires the night. Not the darkness of deceit, but the peace that is hidden within the stars. Every night Aceheart sneaks out, and prays to his ancestors that one day, he will find his siblings and mother. Every time the moon shines bright, he is oh so tempted to just drown himself so his soul can live up there forever. But he realizes that his Clan is in need of his assistance, so he convinces himself not to. Aceheart loves the peaceful things in life such as the harmonious song of the birds in spring or the exuisite clear blue stream running downhill. As playful, spontanious he is, sometimes he is shy around new cats and also reppelent of those who try to get to close to hime. He finds it difficult to find friends, which is bad because he hopes for a mate someday. His alluring soft pelt might have you trapped in it`s ravishing midnight beauty, and his impeccable swift white paws might have you staring, and admiring from afar. Aceheart`s tounge is as pink as a spring flower, and his eyes are a shimmering grey, filled with the moonlight. His appearance may be important to she-cats, but he cares more about his personality. No one likes a rude snotty cat that all they care about is their appearance. His unfortunate history has made him the strong tomcat you know as today. A kit born as a loner. In his mother`s womb he laid for weeks, until he was born. He was the first of his kin to be born. A small white mark on his back distinctly resembles an ace which is where he recieved his name. It was snow white against his black pelt, it did indeed stand out. His paws were white, also, and his eyes were a shade of light grey.His father`s name was Samurai, and Aceheart was almost an exact copy of this cat, except for the spade mark across his back. As at an apprentice age, he had no choice but to slaughter his father.He then ran. He ran far away. So far that no one would find him. When he ran into a cat. His age. This cat was from SpringClan. Aceheart`s name changed from Ace to Acepaw, an apprentice name. He wished not to change all of his name just because of the spade on his back. He brought much to SpringClan. Skills he had learned from his father, ways to hunt... etc. Aceheart continued to be a noble, loyal cat, and learned the ways of the clans. Eventually, the day came to where he must save a kit in danger. It was a loner kit. Drowning. Aceheart had to save the defenseless creature. So off he went, into the icy river. The kit was safe, yes, but Aceheart was not. He froze. Until a patrol came along. They found the apprentice, his life starting to slip away, but he was saved. This is when Aceheart earned his warrior name. Despite the spade on his back, he knew that inside, it should rather be a heart, because of his loving personality. Aceheart loves everyone. It`s a fact. He stand up for SpringClan and that is his home. This is where Aceheart resides to this day.
Apprentice // None
Rainpebble // jaymist
A young tom with a light gray tabby pelt with handsome silver markings on his head and shoulders. He grew up in this clan and this is the only place he had ever called home. Rainpebble's parents are no longer with him but they watch their only kit from StarClan. Rainpebble is a wonderful hunter and especially loves to fish. One time he brought back four fish to his clan while he was still an apprentice. The praise that was heaped upon him is one of his fondest memories. He's had his one on one particular she cat for awhile and when he gets up the courage, he plans on getting to know her better.
Apprentice // Butterflypaw
Humblebee // My.Love
Large, ragged, pale yellow, kind-of sandy-brownish tom with one jet-black ear. A patch of fur on his chest, running under his underbelly and up the underside of his tail, and down in insides of his legs to cover his paws in a coat of white. He has a pair of mischievous, leafy-green eyes that give him this, 'I'm up to something' look. Its not like he means to put that look on, it's just their, naturaly no one turst him around water or near their nests. They have the right idea. Humblebee is always looking for some way to get under some cats pelt, or push their buttens. He is a pretty good cat once you get to know him, funny, kind and always opened... some may say a little to opened. He often runs his mouths, talking about the birds, the breeze and that spider thats about to crawl up your leg. Humblebee an also be quit hot-tempered, ready to bristle his pelt and jump into a fray. He likes fighting, and hunting, only if he gets to do some running. He loves to run. The feeling of the wind in his pelt, the sound of his paws drumming on the hard ground, the soft leafs that pad each step. Their is nothing that can compete. Well, maybe sleeping. Yup, sleeping, in the trees tops, under the stars and cool night air bitting at his pelt. If you where to go looking for him for a patrol, you the warriors den is the last place you should look for this tom. Humblebee rarely ever sleeps in his nest, he often goes out in the forest and finds a nice tree to rest it. This tom can be a huge flirt at times, but it means nothing, Humblebee isn't on the look-out for a mate just yet. His little sister is Tinytear, Humblebee is very protective of her and is almost always at her side, even if she doesn't want him too.
Apprentice // None
Regulatorblaze // Sandblaze290
Regulate. Take control. That's what this tom intends to do. He's ambitious, but to rule his clan to it's potential. He looks evil though. His blazing crimson eyes seem to engulf you. His fur is a dark shade of gray with jet black markings. Actually cats were correct, partly. When Regulatorblaze was a kit his parents fussed over him. His older brother, Venomfang, was jealous and made an attempt to kill him. But Regulatorblaze survived the battle and has the scars to prove them. His heart became cold and he slaughtered his brother in his sleep. He formed his own little group of rouges and attacked other groups of cats. He was called the Regulator and the other cats were Followers. They slaughtered many cats and enjoyed it. It filled their hunger and need of killing. One day the group fell apart for some reason and they parted way. Regulator heard from a friend about the clans a while back and the clan life sounded interesting. Regulatorblaze decided to spy on the clan cats until one cat caught him. Regulatorblaze almost killed the tom without meaning too. He decided to help heal the cat and take him back to camp. His mother had taught him a little about herbs when he was younger. Regulatorblaze apologized and was offered the chance to join Springclan. He eagerly joined and he has been in this clan ever since. Do not underestimate his strength. Regulatorblaze has broad shoulders, strong hard muscles, and a thick, sturdy body. Sometimes he doesn't know how strong he can be and end up hurting cats more than he intended to. Despite his evil looks he's patient, understanding, courageous, and determined. She-cats are aways chasing him, but just shoos the away. He's not ready t have mate. "It just isn't the right time," he always said to the she-cats. But that isn't the only reason he doesn't want a mate. Regulatorblaze is afraid of his evil side coming back. He craves for killing, but barely holds it back He loves to see fear and increase it, so he does it to the other clans, enjoying their fear. He taunts them and say they've had a much better life than him. Then, he attacks them until they run off or...die. But Regulatorblaze hates being like this. He desires a regular life. Every night he looks at the moon for reassurance, but evil is always haunting him. What does it have in store for him?
Apprentice // Yulepaw
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APPRENTICES
SHE CATS
Olivepaw // AvalonSoul567
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.
Mentor // Pebblefoot
Spottedpaw // AvalonSoul567
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.
Mentor // Frostbite
Butterflypaw // apple.
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Mentor // Rainpebble
TOMS
Avalonpaw // AvalonSoul567
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.
Mentor // Chemicalgarden
Yulepaw // .:Featherheart:.
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 his mom and dad died by a badger just before he was a moon old, so he doesn't remember them.
Mentor // Regulatorblaze
Beepaw // apple.
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Mentor // Amethystfantasy
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QUEENS
Dewfrost // AvalonSoul567
Imagine it- A perfect, clear Green-Leaf morning. You see the fresh blades of grass sprouting from the sodden earth, each showered artfully with little, still drops of dew. This is Dewfrost- Just as beautiful and entrancing as a fresh drop of dew. Her silky fur is a clear grey with a splatter of white on the tip of her long, elegant tail. She has always gotten second glances from the toms, but this she cat, surprisingly, despises the looks of longing from them. She just glares icily at them with her bright blue gaze, which just seems to attract them even more. Her eyes are slightly large for her face, but they work to her advantage. They're each like huge, crystaline drops of dew, always catching the sunlight in the most surprisingly radiant of ways. Dewfrost was bron here in Springclan, her parents abandoning her at birth, the reason unknown. She was just slid into another Queen's litter; feeding off of her milk instead of her true mother's. She has always had a gaping hole within her heart, it never being filled with what was meant to be- The love and adoration of her parents. Dewfrost had a mate, Lightningstorm, until he died from the poisonous bite of a snake. When he was alive, the scandal never loved her. He was just merely another one of the toms that mooned over her, and was just lucky enough to call her his mate; never able to bear the love that was meant to be. She had one litter of kits with him, and whenever she looks at them, she is remembered of the evilness that had been gnawing away at her deceased mates soul. So Dewfrost seeks a tom to fill in the gap, a tom who'll love her for who she is, not her looks. Yes, her alluring appearence would contribute some, but Dewfrost wants her pure heart and soul to snag that perfect tom's attention. So here she is, still searching for that one tom that'll change her life forever.
Blossomnose // JessieHall27
A young cat beseeched by nature to grow up faster than intended. The request was promptly denied despite being the mother of a troublesome, defiant spirit with stars in its eyes. Her alabaster pelt is an embodiment of the purity she lost at the age of an apprentice, dragged into the malignant world of an adult when she was not ready. Her eyes like crisp fall leaves are personfied representations of the resiliance of her heart against the odds stacked before her. Blossomnose may bend but she will never break under the pressure of adverse forces endeavoring to bring an end to any fortune that may be present in what little of a life she still has. What kept her hopes high and her efforts to continue in her journey was the very thing that hindered her ability to fight with the former strength and move with the former speed that she possessed, but she wouldn't trade her for the world. Paintedlily, the only surviving kit of her first litter. Though she poses as a haunting reminder of the tom who forever changed her views on life, the love she feels for that angel-faced she-cat who never ceases to worry and vex her is stronger than any feeling she has ever known. Naturally the results of the encounter have planted a seed of fear within Blossomnose for toms. All larger, all stronger by the will of StarClan, against them she is no match unless her wit proves to be as valuable as she hopes. Joining a clan where half are toms was never part of her plan, but it was obvious that her life was anything but an organized set of events. And the knowledge of the fact that it could mean life or death for her young daughter was the deciding factor. She'd swallow her fear and swallow her humiliation and walk with her head high into the camp full of the very creatures whom she strives to stay away from at any chance she gets. So the prospect of having a mate never crossed her mind.The idea that a tom could every be capable of such a tender emotion such as love is nearly humorous. Of course she bases this assumption off of one cat of the multitude that walk the land, but what else is she supposed to do? Her father was never a huge part of her life, though he was there, and he was family. So all she has ever known of toms is that they are cruel, merciless, and evil. The emotional pain inflicted on her is far worse than the physical pain she experienced and it has ebbed in the passing of time. Quite the contrary has occured, actually. Each day that goes by brings a new memory from that night that she arduously struggles to forget, but it still remains neslted in her subconscious, hooked needles holding it in place and when she tries to pull it out, it brings only more pain. So the only thing to do is deal with it until something or someone comes along and waves the magic wand to make it disappear. Maybe time does heal all wounds, but it's just harder to reach the ones under the surface that are a little more unwilling to become dislodged.
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KITS
SHE CATS
Opalkit // AvalonSoul567
The cutest, petite she-cat. She's quite small, born the runt of the litter. She was one out of three other kits, but one was a stillborn. The other was taken by her father back to Sunclan. Her mother born Springclan and father born Sunclan, she was torn between sides. No one knew of this, just the fact that the father skipped town after her birth. Her fur is russet blue contrasting beautifully with her bright pink eyes that glimmer like opals, from which she received her name. She hates Greenleaf, the scalding hot days too harsh for her thick fur. She's quite a jokester, always laughing and pulling pranks, (one of her favorite pastimes) but wise enough to be serious at the right times as well. Her memory is near-perfect, often able to recollect things from many moons ago. But watch out, angering this little cat wouldn't be too smart, since she loses her temper pretty easily. Don't worry though, even if she can be a bit cranky at times, her heart is still pure and sweet as can be.
Angelkit[heart] // .:Featherheart:.
She is a long furred she-cat with sweet aqua blue eyes and white, silky fur you could pet for hours on end, her tail normal length tail being one of the fluffiest parts of her body. Angelkit was found on the banks of SpirngClan's river, lucky to be alive, seeing as it was around the time of Leaf-Fall. She has no memory of her parents and thinks that she was born in SpringClan. She loves her clan dearly and she just love's the smell of flowers. She is a kind soul always trying to help others and is friendly to just about anyone in the clan, unless they pick on her. Then she starts to get mad, Angelkit though, like most SpringClanners, would rather talk things out that shed blood. She will only fight if provoked and her life depends on it. If her clan was the one to cause a war then she'd feel bad about it but won't say a word. Angelkit is outgoing, but not loud, prefirring to approach someone with a smile rather than running up to them and shouting their name. She is very optimistic and has a good view on life, and one day she wants a family. Angelkit is a loyal and trustworthy cat, willing to keep any secret and promise that won't harm her or her clan. She trusts other cats easily but if they do anything to ruin her trust then they won't be earning her's for a long time. She is quiet gullible, and sometimes can be tricked, but she is fairly smart enough to cat a fake fact. She also love the water with a passion, despite almost drowning in it she finds the river relaxing and enjoys to swim and listen to it.
Snowflakekit // AvalonSoul567
As gentle as a freshly fallen snowflake, spiraling from the sky in complete grandiose, landing on a blanket of snow to rejoin its kin. This describes Snowflakekit, just as beautiful and pristine as a snowflake. She has the beauty of a snowflake- Soft, fluffy white fur and sky-blue eyes the color of a cloudless sky. Though she is as elegant as a snowflake, she is not at all fragile. Snowflakekit is not easily shaken, and is constantly spitting out jokes and trip-ups. You may see a little angel, but she is anything but angelic. Her father died of a snake bite, causing her mother, Dewfrost, much grief. She has four other siblings, two toms, Snakekit, Pinekit, and two she cats, Iciclekit, and Hollykit. She is a skilled hunter, but not much of a fighter. She hates blood-shed, no matter how mean-spirited she may seem.
Coalkit[step] // apple.
Hope. It's a word that has been under-exaggerated by society. Why? What IS hope? Is it optimism? Have we lost our sense of hope nowadays? That's what it seems like. Her gleaming white coat seems to make the winter's snowfall envious. Although, her paws & tail tip seem to make a crow's feather cry in jealousy. It looks as if she walked through a pile of coal which enhances her beauty. The two round pools of the sky's shine are always looking from place to place. It's as if this tiny she-cat has... hope - even in extreme situations. But why? Is it simply that she hopes she'll meet her family? Is it that she hopes to one day walk amongst the great warriors of StarClan? No one has the slightest idea. The raven crows, the snow cries, the sky shouts... in envy.
Warmkit // .:Featherheart:.
Warmkit is a white she-cat with long fur and yellow eyes. She is very outgoing and social, with a kind personality. She is very adventurous and always try to find a way to risky. She is sometimes annoyed that her older brother Coldkit is protective about her, but she loves him. When it comes to emotion it's like you are reading a book, and she doesn't try to hide it. She's a bad hunter but when it comes to fighting for something she believes in she's great
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Redkit[sky] // desiderata.
Feisty and passionate, this she-cat's personality is as fiery as her russet-red pelt. Her tail is fluffy as a feather, and gives her balance for her perfect activity- tree climbing. Redsky has a toothy grin that shows only a tenuous amount of her wild nature, and her bright golden eyes are always filled with laughter- laughter that's often pointed at you. She likes to take a stab at the sides of other's, poking fun just to amuse herself in any way she can. Though she is a light-hearted, humorous she-cat, Redsky can fall into a serious state in half a heartbeat, allowing her brave and intelligent mind to shine. She is a loyal friend, in the end, always willing to lend a paw or a smile to those who need it.
Hollykit[berries] // NewYorkHaze
Hollyberries is a gray she-cat with holly green eyes. A quiet sort of cat, she keeps to herself much of the time. But when she makes friends, they're friends for life. Hollyberries would give her life for their protection if it would ever come to that. Her left front paw has only three toes but it doesn't hinder her in any of her warrior duties. Hollyberries is an excellent hunter and enjoys hunting for voles and shrews the best. As for fighting, she can hold her own but doesn't care to fight. She'll try to reason first before unsheathing her claws. Hollyberries would like to find a mate because she'd love to have a family.
Morningkit[poppy] // *Bakuraluvr4evr*
As the sun rises. this she-cat follows it. When dusk approaches, she is quick to get back where she believes it will be safe. She keeps up this routine, unable to break from it. She is like mist in the morning air, with long pale gray fur, blending into everything. Yet, she also stands out, her eyes a bright orange like a poppy poking out from the ground. Unlike the poppies and other flowers that are scattered around Springclan's territory, this poppy prefers everything to have a place and a time. You wake up at dawn and fall asleep when the moon is about 1/4 way up the sky. You groom your fur in the morning, then eat breakfast immediatedly after. When the sun almost hits noon, you set out to hunt or fight or train or whatever you must do. Then, you head back to camp to eat some dinner, do a bit of socializing and head straight to bed. Rinse and repeat. There is no deviating, she simply cannot. It just doesn't feel right, like an unbearable itch that you just can't scratch. Morningpoppy can't help but to obsess over everything. From her schedule to the way her bed is arranged, everything must be in a certain order. If they are out of order, she will do whatever is in her power to fix them. Other than constantly fixing problems and going along with her routine, she is a typical kind and kind of ditzy she-cat. Of course, get in the way of her system and nothing good will come out of it
Calicokit // Poppysead
Formerly know by Calico this she-cat was a loner at least until she was five moons old and she found springclan. Her fur is a variation of Ginger tabby black and white fur. She has light green eyes that look like a new leaf as it is growing. She is a very playful she-cat always following others and playing with the apprentices to keep up her fighting skills. She doesn't like to talk much about before she joined the clan and became Calicokit. She has a crush on Yulepaw but doesn't want to admit it because she is afraid he won't like her back. Having joined at five moons old she knows she will be an apprentice soon and can't wait to train along side Vulepaw or at least be sharing dens with him. She was born smaller than most cats and is usually teased because of her size. Her fur coloration usually has toms falling head over heels for her either her fur or her eyes. She is very adventurous always trying to find away out of camp before becoming an apprentice.
Soundlesskit[echo] // Sandblaze290
Silence. She hasn't always not been able to talk. Some cats think it's because she's really shy, or she has Laryngeal Paralysis. Nobody really knows. She was a couple days old when she stopped talking. She wishes so much that she can talk and often wonders what's wrong with her. Even if she could talk she is a shy she-cat. Once, you get to know her she's actually quite friendly. She is great at hunting and fighting. Fighting isn't her favorite though. Her mother died in battle because she couldn't warn her of the warrior creeping up on her. Silent, but beautiful. Her emerald green eyes and her slender light gray tail with a white tip and black streaks are used for communication. Her fur is a light gray sketched with dark black stripes. She looks just like her mother except that she got her eyes from her father. Her father was disappointed when he found out his daughter couldn't talk anymore. But he never gave hope on her. Even though she is silenced, she still is a pure through and through.
Dandelionkit // Entity_Of_Madness
A cool breeze blows in the warm weather, softly picks up and drops whatever light materials it crosses, blows the soft white tufts of dandelions from their stems to produce and create. A fluffy white small bundle is what this she-cat is. The tips fluff out slightly making her seem even more poofy than she already is, Her eyes are pale spring green that shine brightly and always twinkle mischievously. This she-cat is a little bundle of white-hot energy who has a spring in her step and is always talkative. The tips of her hardly listening ears are silver, as are her toes and the tip of her tail. The reason this she-cat hardly listens is because she's constantly talking herself. Silence creates a loud ringing in her sensitive ears which drives her insane. Dandelionkit's senses are extremely sensitive and well developed for her age, but that's how she thinks everyone is. Dandelionkit is her parents', Daisytear and Frozenwolf, pride and joy, ultimately causing jealousy among others. Dandelionkit is boisterous and bold, loud and lively, curious and creative, a constant hurricane of all that is joy and laughter. Dandelionkit is a dreamer true.
Weaselkit // .:Featherheart:.
Small light brown she-kit with golden amber eyes. As her name suggests she is a mischievous little she-cat with the love of causing trouble an having others take the blame. She has a bad habit of lying and does it often, sometime she doesn't even mean it but they just fly out her mouth. At least if you tell her a secret she wouldn't tell about. Although she spreads rumors and such that aren't true. Lucky for her she is a great lier so it doesn't take much for someone to believe her. She is also a sarcastic cat with the love of excitement, whether it's be stirring up trouble or spreading a good rumor she has a knack of causing chaos. How long can she live this way without it ruining her life?
Sunnykit//Cherrywish
Sunnysky is a bouncy, bubbly, naturally happy kind of cat. Her organic attitude is a no hassle, no serious kind of vibe. She is beautiful and golden, with touches of white here and there. Her long, sleek fur rains down and almost touches the ground wherever she may go. She enjoys hunting and loves to play with kits! Her profile is absolutely outstanding, complete with a curved nose and everything! Her nose is light-pinked-tipped