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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 by Supreme Savings">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 by InstantSavings">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 by InstantSavings">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 by InstantSavings">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 by Supreme Savings">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 by Supreme Savings">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 by Supreme Savings">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
♥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.
Apprentice // Shalee-kepa
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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
Thunderpaw // Swiftdash A rank smell hits your nose. The smell lingers for a few moments, then leaves. The smell of the Thunderpath and monsters. The black asphalt burns under your paws. You then see a body lying on the side of the Thundepath. That body is Thunderpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of SpringClan. Thunderpaw is a short-haired golden tabby tom with prodigious copper eyes. There are darker and lighter streaks running parallel to each other on his flanks. On his belly, there is a darker stripe running straight down it. Thunderpaw was a loner after his parents died in a tragic accident on the Thunderpath in which he was in. His copper eyes will forever show his pain after the death of his family. Thunderpaw, didn't escape the effects of the Thunderpath by far. In fact, he was most likely the worst off his family. Due to getting hit by a monster, his growth is limited to about half of a normal cats, which would give him a serious disadvantage when fighting. Though unlike most cats, he never dreamed of fighting. He dreamed of healing and helping others, not hurting them. Thunderpaw can be impatient for new-leaf in the deepest of leaf-bare, making him beyond easy the irritate if the patient is being as difficult as possible. Though during most seasons, he is as tolerant for difficulties as any cat could possibly be. He is generally friendly to anyone he encounters, as long as they aren't complete jerks, completely forgetful, and so on. Due to his accident on the Thunderpath and the long-lasting effects, he can connect to cats with a possibly crippling injury better than most medicine cats can. He understands that the medicine cat is the bridge between life and death, between the living and the dead. He worked with another rogue healer for a half of a half-moon, an was deeply impacted by him. He still runs off one of that healer's quotes. That quote was "Where there is no loyalty, there is no trust. Where there is no healing, there is only death." In a nutshell, Thunderpaw is a caring, short, and empathetic cat, willing to treat almost anyone whom he crosses paths with. He believes that StarClan can eventually defeat any Stygian force daring enough to challenge them, the same with SpringClan. He believes in undying and everlasting loyalty, both to your Clan and to StarClan.
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♥Mothpaw[Flare] // TimidBird1566 It's mesmerizing lush brown wings bated around her mockingly, daring her to venture out of the familiar den. The kit's soft green curious eyes widen at the fast flustering of the moth's wings. She was nestled and tangled into the gray bodies of her siblings and parents, whom still slept in the moist den filled with fresh moss climbing up the walls. Soft light bounced off the dripping wet walls, wind whistling through the treetops outside. Wobbly, the small gray she-kit, Moth, climbed over the tangled mass of sleeping bodies; ignoring their chorus of soft snores. Her eyes trained on the small tan moth as it lead her out of the den. Light revealed itself from the swaying tree tops, blinding the kit, postponing following the moth as her eyes adjusted. When they finally adjusted, the holes through the leaves revealed themselves to be a soft baby blue with hints of wispy white. The moth waited patiently on a small mossy worn rock fanning it's wings, and took flight as she slowly padded forward. It lead her through the lively forest where prey and welcoming noises at every corner, and when she had stopped the moth would stop too. Waiting. Not even a thought of swiping or pawing at it occurred to her, it was if she hoped the moth would lead her somewhere. Somewhere of adventure, drama, twists, love, honor, loyalty and shadows that she yearned for in her unchanging everyday life. To be different and special, but the thoughts and hope ended when the moth finally stopped. Lost in her thought, she thought little of the change of the forest. Dead trees whistled hollowly at her, shadows clinging to their branches. Black decaying leaves crunched under her pads. The lone sound of a owl hooting. The sun was setting over the hills, its' golden and warm pink color filling the soon to be stary sky. Ahead of her laid the moth, wings still, perched on a worn twoleg grave.Her heart beated faster as she realized where she was. They called it "dead cat's hollow" as there was supposed to be a large hollow where a ghost cat haunted. It could never find peace and stayed, looking for others to give it's same fate too. Tears welled in the kit's green eyes, watching as the moth ascended into the dying sun. Leaving her all alone. She curled up into a protective ball, closing her eyes as if she'd wake up in her den again with her nagging parents and obnoxious siblings. A large shadow stood above her, nuzzling her with it's muzzle softly and soothingly. Slowly the kit unraveled herself, opening her eyes to the shadow that towered before her. The shadow was a large drooling black newfoundland dog, her amber eyes gazing at Moth warmly. Moth was too tired to react, her feet swayed beneath her. "What name pup?" the large dog barked softly to the tired kit, her voice deep and vibrated through Moth's body. "M-moth," she meowed stated in a confused voice, was she dreaming? The female dog laughed her deep laugh, vibrating throughout the silent graveyard. Crows flew away from the dog's deep voice in fear and annoyance. "We been expecting you," the dog said warmly, giving her something that resembled a slobbery smile. Before she could speak, the large dog picked up the tiny she-kit, and slowly trotted deeper into the forest. Moonlight streamed through the trees, turning their pelts a light shade of gray. The kit felt deeply calm, and her eyes drooped, taking no notice of her hanging paws. The dog's breath was warm and made her pelt moist, warming her from head to tail. Moth feel asleep, swaying in the large dog's jaws. Light streamed through the brittle gray boards, making Moth slowly open her light green eyes. The female newfoundland dog was nowhere to be sighted in the old twoleg house. A new old scent wavered into her nose. "So you're awake," meowed a soft frail tom voice. Now alert, Moth's head turned to the right where the voice came from. Rising to her small tired plain gray paws, she saw a small old frail black tom. It was a very old elder, he looked like a bag of bones and fur. His voice had a slightly different accent, but she took no notice. "Don't be afraid kit, my name is Dusk," the tom chuckled a laugh that racked through his small body. "Babs and I have awaited for you." Moth's eye rose in suspension. "I wasn't dreaming about the dog...." she muttered silently to herself. "We were told to give you a message," he continued, acting as if he hadn't seen her suspension. Before he could say the message, Babs marched in, boards creaking under her weight. The large dog smiled at Moth, letting Dusk finish. "You are to join Springclan and become their medicine cat," he finished, eyeing Babs for interrupting. Moth blinked at him with her soft green eyes, wondering if the elder really knew what he was talking about. "Ummm, no thanks?" she meowed in more of a question. "Pup, is not a question. You must, Starclan already save you from death," rumbled Babs, laying on her belly know. Moth's head creased in thought. What did that mean? As if reading her thoughts Dusk answered, "Dogs had found your den right before you left..." She refused to hear it, they were just mousebrains! "Yeah right!" she laughed, a worm of doubt burrowing itself in her heart. Babs gave her sympathetic dopey eyes, Dusk was emotionless and laid still. Cool air that leaked from the cracks and large holes in the den ruffled her gray fur. In the end Babs lead Moth back to her den, giving her encouraging amber eyes. Dusk had stayed being that he was too old to move around too much. It was around noon when they arrived, trees howling hollowly their shadows moaning as they stretched. No birds, locust or even the wind made a sound. Only paw prints crushing the spines of decaying fall leaves. The small den stood above them, a smell thick of death blasted into their noses. Moth refused to walk in, she turned and headed back to the graveyard. Green eyes hardened, small tears running down her fur. "Moth...-" "Show me where Springclan is," the she-kit gasped, legs shaky. She too could have been there, lying in torn bits. It was too close for comfort, and never would she hear her worrywart mother, loud annoying siblings, and smiling father. Babs nodded and leaded the mentally exhausted kit to the Springclan border where they would depart from each other. Moth heard nothing as she headed for the camp, no more tears could fall, she was out of the fresh supplies of them. And so that was the beginning of Moth. She was accepted by Phoenixstar to be under the rank of a kit. The day before Mothkit's apprentice ceremony, Serenitytermination, found a small light gray moth nestled in a bundled of fresh herbs. That's the start of her medicine cat career, but she took no great joy in it. Her heart was numb and sore. Frozen. Stopped. Waiting for that sudden flare to unfreeze her slow moving self. The live again.
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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
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 midnight 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 think 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.
Darksymphony // daryldixon0010
A melodic tune of depression, twisting here and there between thoughts in your mind. This she cat can do this, searching for the smallest entry then squeezing herself into your life. With a bit of swagger, she quickly weaves herself into your thoughts when you see her. Automatically you want to be around her, talk to her, but she cuts you off, leaving you with a depressed feeling in the pit of your stomach. This is Darksymphony, the cause of your depression. Darksymphony is one to entrance you with her actions then give you the cold shoulder once you come around. An ominous gray coloring floods her fur, leaving only small patches of creamy white on her chin and toes. Green optics adorn her mystifying face, with a hint of a blue hue layering the outside of her pupil. This she cat seems graceful at first, but watch out, she could quickly turn on you with her long claws, which could easily tear through flesh. She is loyal to her clan though, and wouldn't hesitate to take down anyone who harmed a SpringClan member. Loyal, mystifying and deadly, this she cat could lure you to your death in seconds.
♥Shadowfall // littlesnowpelt
Green eyes staring out from his hiding. Think of his name. Thinking of falling shadows. Dark and cold, but then destroyed by the power of light. When light is gone, the shadows regain themselves and go back to their dark and spooky setting. Shadowfall is a quiet feline, though the only words that come from his mouth are only to be rude or stubborn comments. Only light can change that. Who is the light, you may ask? You'll just have to find out for yourself. The light cools his temper and brings out his social playful side. It's power can change him to a soft little gentleman unlike himself and make his black coat seem lighter. Who holds the power, again? A cat can only find out by his change of attitude around one certain in particular. When the light is gone, he goes back to his normal self, something most cats hate to see.
♥Mooneclipse // Euphoria
a solid grey tom with darker flecks and bright, inquisitive blue eyes. He is shy, and hesitant in all situations. For instance, if asked to do something, he has to ponder it deeply, to make the right decision, because he is very meticulous and just wants to please his mom. He tries to learn all there is to know about being a warrior so he can aspire to be a great warrior himself someday. He is the equivalent of a hard-working, studying-a-lot nerd in school, but has a soft, accepting heart. Unfortunately, sometimes he doesn't get the hint, and can get physically or mentally hurt by this unforgiving trait. He can become angry at random times, though the anger is fueled faintly by things that have happened to him in the past. He sometimes has trouble remembering things, which is why he works so hard to know everything about fighting and hunting, so he won't be behind when he becomes an apprentice. He is playful and cuddly half the time, and serious and devoted to pleasing others, specifically his mom, the other half of the time. His siblings are Wolfkit, Sunkit, and Jasperkit, and his mother is Rainshower.
♥Swandancer // Jaypaw
Remember the fairy tales, with the beautiful swans, with their slick, snowy white feathers. Then there are dances, all kinds of dances, and when you do them just right their beautiful too. Swirling, laughing, dancing. Beautiful, this is used a lot when it comes to this snowy white she-cat, with her beautiful white fur, and blue eyes. What do Swans and dancing have to do with eachother? It's because this cat is Swandancer, a lithe she-cat with long legs, she is extremly fast with her long legs, and when ever she jumps from tree to tree when climbing, or in battle when she's twirling, and jumped, and spinning she looks like she is flying, and dancing. Just like Swans do, and just how dancing is. Swandancer has a little sister named Lilyfeather. They were both born into Springclan but doesn't know who their parents are. Swandancer is a very flirtatious she-cat, and spends time with her clanmates more then her sister, who needs her the most.
♥Pantherleap // CottanCandii
Where as her sister is like a beautiful but icy maiden, and her brother a childish warrior, Pantherleap is the dark knight, the prowler of the night. She likes order, she likes peace, and she'll do close to anything to maintain that in her clan. Almost methodical with her work, she'll take a problem and spear it apart, like a butterfly collector with a new specimen. The mind interests her, and she studies her clan-mates very often. The thoughts that tick behind those dark green eyes are never to be shared, not even with her siblings. And any other toms? No way. She doesn't trust them at all. The thought has passed her by a few times, what if she was attracted to other she-cats? She loves femininity, although you won't see it displayed very often from her. Almost always stoic and cut off, it's hard to grow attached to Pantherleap. Like a black panther, she embodies the grace of darkness. The seductiveness of it, the bite of it. And that's what a female is. Beauty, with a bite.
♥Nightrose // CottanCandii
Beauty, with a bite. A child within one grown. What is she? Regal and icy, thorny and graceful. Nightrose has a fluid way of moving, and a sharp tongue. It's hard as heck to get next to her side, and be prepared to trek through a painful place to reach it. And even then, you might not meet her standards. The black-pelted she-cat is known for being tricky, complex. But if you look inside, what will you see? A cat hiding behind insecurities? Doubts? Just looking for help? Pah. Nightrose is above such things. Friends and mates, such silly things. They never last very long, so she doesn't rely on them. She holds close to nothing for her clan, and only really loves her siblings. The cold look in her turquoise eyes doesn't encourage her clan-mates to sidle up close to her - in fact, they usually only draw in trouble. And she likes trouble. No knight in shining armor for this girl; she'd rather have a bad boy. One that encourages her to stay out, to get her dainty little paws in some trouble of her own. Perhaps Nightrose just needs the right thrill to melt her out of her icy personality.
Streamwing // Poppydawn2013
A pretty gray and white she cat with bright green eyes that sparkle in the sun. Her pink nose and white whiskers would make anyone call her cute. Streamwing loves her clan and is a wonderful hunter. However, fighting isn't one of her loves. She can hold her own in a battle but she really doesn't have the heart for fighting. Peacemaking is what she's really suited for. Whenever she sees some cats arguing, she tries to help them see each other's side and be friends once again. One of her greatest dreams is not becoming a deputy or even a leader, but to become known for her love of life and to be the mother of several kits.
♥Wildflower // .:Featherheart:.
A black and orange dappled she-cat with an orange chest and green eyes. A snappy, sassy she-cat with an attitude. She's hard headed and stubborn, and she gets annoyed easily but if you can become her friend then you'll have a loyal friend. Even if she has a hard time saying so and she has trouble expressing herself once she trusts you she'd die for you. If you cross her though you'd shatter her trust and you better watch your back. She may not kill but that doesn't mean she'll help you if your hanging on the side of a cliff. She was born a rogue, with an abusive father and a mother that died from kitting. She hated living there until her older brother helped her run away. The two ran until they found a clan and joined. Everything was great until her brother died, leaving her alone in a sea of faces, but she promised her brother she would stay, so she did, for him, but she built herself a wall, but some walls are meant to be broken, can you break it?
Vixen // .:Crimsons:.
Vixen is a very elegant she-cat that has a rare and beautiful coat. She has a beautiful white coat with reddish brown stripes that become black upon her head. She calls it her ‘black crown’ but it’s an exotic pattern of stripes around her head. Her dark pink muzzle is outlined in black making it stand out more. She was white paws with a white chest. She has large ears to match her large body. Her fur is pretty long, and it does not shed much during Newleaf or Greeneleaf so she hangs around near water pools or other cool areas. She has a deep ocean blue eyes that can show her emotions like the oceans tide. She is a very caring she-cat, though her past was not as caring. Today she is sweet, loveable, and wise. She always dreamed of having kits, and finally her dreams have come true thanks to Shadow. She loves her four kits with all of her heart, and will do anything for them. She does not want her kits to be raised in the shadows of her past life so she does spoil them at bit. She does love her mate very much and like her kits she will do anything for him. For fun, she likes to find a natural body of water and likes to splash in it and have the fun of her life. When it comes to fighting she is talented, but she prefers to fight when it’s only needed, like protecting her kits, or someone is threatens her. When she was only 5 moons old her parents had abandoned her to the misfortunes outside of their house that they had lived in. When she tried to back in, her father attacked her and then left her nearly dead and unconscious. Thankfully when she woken up, a small group of traveling loners had come to her aid and healed her. Thinking it would be for the best she joined the group of Springclan. Most of the cats there asked her what happened, but she never answered them. A few moons later, she started to fall in love with the leader of the group. She had always mooned over him and he did the same though it was not part of their code for an ‘outsider’ to fall in love with the leader and the leaders do the same. Soon she found another to love and even though he was a loner she loved him. Later on she was expecting his kits, and when it came to give birth to them, they were still born. The loner upset,left Vixen and ran off with a different she-cat. Grieving for her kits and her past mate she ran off back to Springclan. Now she is with her new mate Shadow and her four kits, and will always be happy for this better life than her past. She will never part sides with Shadow and same for her kits. Her mate is Shadowsilk and her kits are Bellatrixkit, Fangkit, Hazelkit, and Jettkit. Unfortunately everyone, including her mate disappeared mysteriously during a storm
Empathybird // valiance
Her eyes, one the blue of innocence so fragile and pure. The other of a green, so enlightened and gentle. The colors fade out in a white fog at the edges. And her pelt, a stainless blanket of snow white. Beautiful, is she. A beckoning temptation is she... And as for her personality, a part of her screams out for admiration. She wishes only to be a role model for those who look up to her. Determination keeps her striving for it, the love and affection of surrounding herself by family and friends. She is the kind of cat who sends out nothing but positive influences. She wants to better everyone, everything, to the point of peace. Of tranquility. She is the cat to pick you up when you feel low. Her goal is to prevent anyone's sorrow, to mend their grief, to heal their hatred. There is no soul that can't be helped, who can't be accepted and appreciated, in her mind. Anyone can become innocent. Anyone can be pure again. No one is to ever be left behind. She believes in hope, in faith. That is the kind of cat she is, to forget what has happened, to accept what has come of it, and to make the future become better for it.
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
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