2013-04-10

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 ten 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

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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.

Tawnymist// bluefire3667
Some can say she's perfect. Others say she is close to perfect. But everyone has flaws, don't they? Her flaws are sometimes noticed, but more often than not, they are looked upon as features of beauty. For example, she is rather tall, and lean, with a stable and confident posture. Her petite paws give her a rather fast and nimble way of getting around. Her tail is just a bit longer than it should be. Her face is slender and narrower at the nose, with tall ears to frame her build. All these factors contribute to the grace others see her with. A tawny color settles like a thin mist on her short yet amazingly sleek and soft fur, darkening just a bit at the base of her tail and onwards. Her eyes are glistening almonds of deep amber, settling with her tawny fur perfectly. She is Tawnymist. Her stride - confident and graceful. Her gaze shimmers with affection and trust. Her voice is creamy, like butter. It's runs easily across her tongue, warm and understanding. Her giggle is as bubbly yet serene as the singing of birds in a warm summer breeze. She is always open to everyone - she's the one you'd know would stand up for you if everyone was to turn against you. She brings an air of friendliness and openness wherever she goes. It seems as if everyone in her wake is automatically cheery and welcoming. She makes everyone laugh, springing out jokes every once in a while, giving everyone a sensation of trust and comfort. She has this gift, a gift she was born with. It allows her to have the talent to be able to cheer anyone up and make anyone happy. She loves to be with her clanmates and laugh and talk and joke around. She carries out normal warrior duties perfectly, always bringing back a good amount of prey from a hunt, and always extremely loyal to her clan. She would give her life for her clan without a second thought. She would fight any battle if it meant saving her loved ones. Along with her bubbly and passionate side, comes a fiercely protective one. She prefers not to get bloodstained and bitten and scratched in fights, but she will attack with a burning ferocity if one of her clanmates is harmed. This side is rarely revealed, but yes, she does have it. She is mostly seen with her angelic laughter, soft smiles, and bubbly personality. She has a strong fondness for kittens, and spends a good amount of time giggling and playing and telling stories with them. She can make a cat feel like they've known each other since birth, the way she talks so openly with everyone. She has and always will have pure Springclan blood.

Icefang // Swiftdash
The frigid winter breeze forces your muscles to tense. You look around in the blizzard to find a sign of life, weather in be cat or prey. You notice a snow white tabby she-cat with gray paws and a gray tail move toward you. You notice her eye color- no, eye colors. There is an icy blue eye and a green eye. She hardly looks at you as she passes by. This was Icefang, a warrior of SpringClan. Icefang has a habit of pushing through bad and ofter Stygian situations, if not causing them. She lived as a rogue for most of her life, though as a traveling one. She can hardly understand why the Clan doesn't move around often. She isn't the kindest cat you can meet. Both her claw and her tongue can be as sharp as a frozen fang. Once she has a grudge against you, she hold it against you for a long time. She almost never holds back on her feelings, if she wants to ventilate her anger on you, she will. If she wants to criticize you, she will. She would rather have a close circle of friends than a wide assortment of friends. A mate is one of her desires, though it isn't her greatest ambition. Her greatest ambition is to become respected by everyone. Whether it be respect by fear or admiration, she doesn't care. She just wants respect, and will stop at nothing to receive it.

Whitefeather // wa-ya
Though she looks like her suffix name, Whitefeather is not a soft and sweet cat. This small bodied she-cat has a fiery spirit, and a tongue to match. Surprisingly, she's very arrogant and sarcastic, not putting up with cats she doesn't like. Say one wrong thing to her, and you'll most likely walk away missing an ear. Clanborn and raised, Whitefeather is a fantastic warrior. Though she small, about the size of a middle aged apprentice, this she-cat can pack a punch. She is quick and light on her paws, allowing her hunting skills to be good as well. She has interesting claws, they are longer then the normal cats. The tips slightly curl out from their sheathes. And another thing, her claws are pitch black, unlike the usualy milky cream color of others. Whitefeather is a pretty she-cat with a dainty body and small paws. She had long, strong legs that are built for running. Her face is soft and round and grently tapers to a small muzzle andn oink nose. Her eyes are large, a stormy blue-grey color that comes rare in cats. Whitefeather's ears are large and always seem to be moving. She has an exelent sense of hearing thanks to those large ears. Her pelt is short but thick, and slightly curls around her face. Whitefeather's pelt is white, with light grey tabby frosting along her head, shoudlers, back, and rump. The tabby markings arn't the tycial stripes, they're more intricate and native looking. She has toms padding after her, but never really pays attention to that fact. Her main focus is on being the best warrior she can be. Maybe she'll even be leader one day.

Paperdancer // *Quartz*Heart*
Unbelievable. Beautiful. Striking. A pale colored she cat. Her eyes are a pale sky blue with darker flecks. Her long, thick, glossy fur starts with a base of pale silvery gray. The middle layer is a dark gray with white hairs. The top color is a silver white. When she moves it shimmers. Her legs are long and thin. She has a small and narrow body. Her ears are small and her eyes are big. Her teeth and claws are both long but sharp. She looks formidable but is actually a big softly, it just takes a while for people to realize that. Paperdancer can get you to do what ever she wants. though she most likely wouldn't. Paperdancer loves kits and on rainy days she will sit in the nursery with them. She will never grow up. Paperdancer is always joking trying to make everyone happy. She is still a kit at heart. Despite as this she is a strong fighter, a wonderful hunter, a decent runner and surprisingly a good swimmer. Paperdancer was born paper in an house filled with cats. A moon or two after she was born people came in and took her and other cats to the pound. She was put in an cage with a few other kits. They were taken and she was left. When she reached seven moons old she was moved to a cage with other cats. Finally she was taken home with an other cat. He called himself Tinsoldier. He told her about his home clan\. They fell in love and Paperdancer told him she was having kits. After a moons of living with a twoleg they escaped. They made it far before they were attacked by a large fox. Tinsoldier lost his front leg protecting her. Tinsoldier thought he was going to die. He renamed her Paperdancer and told her to going to his clan. When she got there she told them her story. They took her in. Paperdancer knows he never died, because if her did she would feel the pain. Paperdancer wants him to come back, to come to his home that is now hers

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 exquisite clear blue stream running downhill. As playful, spontaneous he is, sometimes he is shy around new cats and also repellent of those who try to get to close to home. 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 tongue 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 gray.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, naturally no one trust 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

Birchwhisker// Warragira

Birchwhisker is a light brown tom with a white underbelly and light green eyes. He is a peaceful, loving tom that gives non-SpringClan born cats a chance to prove themselves. He is a kind and caring cat. Birchwhisker is slightly flirtatious around she-cats, but when she-cats really flirt with him, he gets shy. However, he uses the shy act to flirt with she-cats. He is shy, but his shyness goes away in battles, clan meetings, and Gatherings. Don't let his kindness fool you; he is skillful and can be cunning in battle.

Flamepatch // .:Featherheart:.
White tom with orange spots on his back and amber eyes. He is a serious cat with a well tempered mood. He'd rather be out doing something for his clan rather than just sitting around and doing nothing. He isn't very sociable but he's friendly if you start a conversation first. He is a good fighter and enjoys leaf green more than any other season. He arrived at SpringClan when he was a loner, traveling about and becoming bored swiftly. When a warrior took him to SpringClan. He liked it as soon a he arrived, soon earning the name Flamepatch because of his glowing patched of fur.

Tarantulafur // .:Featherheart:.
A dark brown tom with black mixed into his pelt and amber eyes. A freshly made warrior he isn't exactly the friendliest cat, in fact his big frame and eyes doesn't help. Nor does his attitude he's very hot tempered and ambitious. He was named after the large spider because of his size and his coloring. He is even bigger than his father. He lost his mom when she fell off a water fall, soon after giving birth to him and two other still born brothers, but he doesn't care, they were weak. He doesn't like weak things, he finds SpringClan to be weak himself, he'll try to find a way to change that.

Rebelstrike // Rainfire2
True emancipation is a fantasy. No matter how hard you attempt to fight the system, you will always be controlled by someone, somewhere. Rebelstrike will forever be locked in an everlasting battle for liberation. He will fight ceaselessly, a never-ending war. Rebelstrike is a brave cat, but loyal only to those who are deserving. He respects no one only because of a title, for a title is just a name. An empty promise. A true utopia for Rebelstrike is one where everyone is equal. He is a huge tom, with bulky muscles and a handsome, battle-scarred face. His dark gray fur is littered with scrapes and scars, as well as thick black stripes. His body is dark, but making his bright blue eyes stand out. Though he may be terrifying at a first glance, or listen, as his voice is deep and rumbles like thunder, he is a truly good cat. He always wants to do the right thing, but doesn't always know the right way to do it. He is very war-like, and always seems to be fighting about something. He is never at rest- he always burdens himself with some sort of problem that he believes he must solve. Even so, his heart is golden. His history is as damaged as his pelt. He grew up a rogue, but if you go even further back, you will see he was born a house-cat. His owners left his family, and so his mother and father left him with the rogues, thinking that life would be better for him than what awaited them in the alleyways. Their unpretentious knowledge of the world led them to believe the rogues wouldn't know of his birthplace, or they just wouldn't care. Ah, how wrong they were. He was treated not only inferior, but as their pet. They named him Rebel as I kind of cruel joke, not realizing how ironic it would become. They had no idea how strong that little kit would grow to become. The manner in which they treated Rebelstrike led to their own demise. He grew big and strong, training everyday, wanting to show the world what he was worth. He rebelled, took down the leader. He did not kill him, but brought him to shame. The fact that the kit whom he had treated like dirt could rise from his place and take down the leader was enough to totally erase all respect that the rogues had for him. At this point, Rebel could have become the leader. The rogues respected him now- feared he would shame them like he had the leader. However, he did not want to rule. It would conflict his views too much. So he left, and stumbled upon the Clans. He immediately took a liking to them. Though not every cat is equal, as he would prefer, everyone is able to speak their mind, and boy does he have a lot to say. He decided he could reside in SpringClan, at least for awhile, and took on the name Rebelstrike. He is a great cat, courageous and strong-minded, but greatness dies. Unsung and lost. Invisible to history. He will fade- he is well aware of that, but he is not done fighting yet. When he goes down, he'd like to go down with a bang.

Kopaheart // ThatFreakNamedRiley
His name is totally irrelevant to his personality. I'd just do yourself a good favor and just ignore him. Let him be alone. He doesn't care about anyone anymore, and that's just the way it is. But why, do you ask? Well, a long, long time ago, there was a medicine cat apprentice named Kopapaw. He was a jolly young fellow, and he loved his job with all his heart. He loved Springclan too! But alas, one day, there was a raid in the clan, and Kopapaw was injured. He had to step down from Medicine Cat Apprentice. He had been blinded, and therefore felt he was of no use to the clan. He gradually grew depressed, and well, he turned into the hatred-filled cat he is now. He doesn't really believe in love anymore. Though, I suppose if someone really tried, they could change him.

Redshadow// Ebony.Ivoryxx
A dark chestnut pelt, with spots of pitch-dark black all around his face and body. He has light pools of leafy green, piercing eyes. Notable attributes of this tom include black paws, and a stub of a tail. His pelt is almost always a mess of fur, which gives him a rogue kind of appearance. He bears a muscular body build, that seems it would belong to a tom. Mysterious. Unpredictable.There are hundreds of words to describe this cat, but those two are the most fitting. If you would ever have the unlucky chance of meeting this fellow in the middle of night, you would fall into his paws as his prey. A mere shadow of darkness, in battle he is a inconspicuous figure waiting to attack. He would slowly creep up on you and pounce on you as if you were just a bug. Yet, even though he might seem like a untrustworthy cat, his heart will stay loyal always, unless his clan betrays him.He talks in a alluring tone to she-cats, but he cares not for "love". It just amuses him to toy around with she-cat's weak hearts. He wasn't always like this, but his parents taught him to never trust anyone, because they will always betray you. He has a terrible thirst for blood, and he loves to see his victim's fear in their eyes before he attacks them. He's arrogant and cold, most cats would say but he surprisingly has a soft heart for kits. He would never harm a kit. Kits are just so innocent to him, that he would give up his life for a kit. But don't go thinking that this cat is weak, puny cat- he might kill you if you say that to his face. Even though this cat is a cruel killer, he will always find humor -even if it is VERY sarcastic humor- in the darkest moments. Never go and double-cross this cat and think that is some sort of joke, because he will hunt you down and find you no matter what it takes, and kill you without mercy.

Redthorn // xxserenity
Redthorn has light orange fur with dark red stripes and a creamy chin. His ears are set exceptionally high on his head, are large and elegant in shape. His eyes are hazel, with the pupils rimmed with orange. Redthorn is a very serious young tom. He takes life calmly, always keeping cool, and hardly ever losing his temper with any cat. He can act a bit superior, always treating the other apprentices like kits, and trying to hang around the senior warriors, whilst nodding gravely, and discussing the likelihood of SummerClan attacking DayClan. On Gathering nights, he tries to sit as close to the deputies as possible, trying to hear their talk, and even trying to join in. Redthorn has a thick skin, and won’t notice – or care – if he has been gently put down, or even snubbed. He is extremely stubborn, always trying to get his own way about things, because he thinks he is right. That is not to say he isn’t clever. Redthorn is smart-alecky, and likes making retorts. When cats ask him sarcastically if he has ever been wrong, he responds. “Yes! Once! Some cat asked me if SunClan hunted squirrels or not, and I replied the affirmative. Then I thought, no! I’m wrong! But it turned out I was right. So I was wrong that I was wrong.” Redthorn has some totally inexplicable logic which he twists so everything fits what he wants. It's pride - he can't bear to be wrong about anything, anything at all. Redthorn is over competitive, always rivalling his Clanmates. He is determined to be the best apprentice, and warrior in the Clan. Redthorn is very swift on his paws. He loves running, and will get up especially early in the morning just for a run to the border and back.Running sets him free – he feels like he is flying, feeling the wind whipping through his fur as the ground flies beneath his paws. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt, chasing after a fleeing rabbit, that amazing feeling when he leaps forward, feeling the rabbit’s neck between his teeth as he crunches its spine. It gives him the feeling like he is in control of things, like he is the one who makes things happen rather than the one to which things happen. Not the sneak up to an elusive mouse - give him a chase any day. Redthorn is the only kit who survived from his litter. He had a sister called Bluekit, who died of greencough when they were both two moons old. Redthorn used to be fun-loving and irresponsible then, and Bluekit used to be the smart, careful one, always looking before she leapt. But after Bluekit died, Redpaw felt he had to make up for her being gone, and suddenly matured, aging seasons in days after his sister died. His mother was broken hearted – in her eyes, she had lost two kits instead of one. She had lost her playful, lively son who always brightened up her day, and she had lost her sweet, caring daughter who was so sensitive and kind. She ran away one night, telling the Clan she wanted to be a kittypet. Twolegs took care of their cats, she said. Bluekit wouldn’t have died. It’s all the medicine cat’s fault. Then she turned to Redthorn – then just a kit – and asked him to come with her. Either come with me, or stay with the Clan, she told him. And Redkit, sobbing, chose to stay with the Clan. That was where Bluekit’s spirit lived, and he loved his sister more than he loved his mother. So she abandoned him, yowling “Good riddance!” over her shoulder. Redkit sunk into depression, a hollow, never-ending sadness that clouded his mind and heart.He walked around with his paws dragging over the ground and head hung over, responding to cats' questions with monosyllables and unintelligible mutters, not really caring what they said or thought. One day when he realized that Bluekit was gone, well and truly gone, and never coming back. And some cat needed to fill her pawsteps. So he became serious and high-and-mighty, like he remembered her to be. If you look carefully at Redthorn, you’ll see he’s skinnier than he should be. He has a permanently tired look around him, like he is just sick of what is going on around him. He misses Bluekit with a fierce ache, and sometimes wishes he was a medicine cat, just so he could talk to her again. His sister was his soul, and he has lost his soul along with a beloved sibling. Redthorn wants to have a mate when he becomes a warrior. Some cat he can trust with his pains and secrets. Someone who he loves. Almost a substitute for his dead sister.

Bloodsong // Savvykitkat
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 rambunctious 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.

Oakstripe // .:Featherheart:.
A long haired, brown and black striped tom. Has light leaf green eyes. He is a stubborn tom, stuck in his was and hard to sway but he's loyal and doesn't go back on his word. He doesn't know how to express himself very much but he will alone, or with cats he trusts. He usually goes for the obvious attack rather than thinking things through. Not long ago he was once a loner with his three siblings, Greg, Molly and Poppy. He also traveled with his mate Leaf, who was a queen at the time, that was until a mountain lion chased him and his family into a river where they all went down a different rivers. He and his mate managed to find one another in a watery mess, both of them unaware a waterfall awaited them. The two went over, Oakstripe clawed his way to the surface where he saw his mate, with a big gash on her head. He quickly went to her and dragged her out of the water and onto the shore. Despite being weak already and tired she managed to give birth to three boys, the first one was a strong healthy tom while the rest were still born, his mate soon died afterward because of her head injury. With no one around Oakstripe let himself cry, he quickly finished up with fire in his eyes, but he glanced at his living kit and sighed tried think of a name for him before he just sighed and picked the kit up and looked for someone to help feed him. He soon arrived at SpringClan and join, Oakstripe received his name and finally got help naming his kit, Tarantulakit. He was beginning to adjust to clan life until he spotted his family, when he knew they didn't want to leave their new homes he sighed and stayed were he was. They took the names of Coalface, Moondust and Poppypetal. He doesn't get along with his sister Moondust because he can be a bit emotional but he's family.

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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 deci

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