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
♥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
MothFlare // 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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MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
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WARRIORS
SHE CATS
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.
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?
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.
Daisyfur // roadfullofpromise
Maybe a little naive, Daisyfur only knows of the trivial parts of life. She is light, like her silver pelt that looks almost white when the sun hits it correctly. Her eyes are a feathery blue and she squints them when she smiles. Her frame is small and she is continually trying to seem bigger because she doesn't ever feel like she is enough. Her skills as a warrior aren't overwhelmingly helpful, not just because of her small stature but because of the fact that she doesn't understand that some cats don't deserve a pulse anymore. Her sense of loyalty to her clan isn't particularly prominent either. It's not that she is a traitor or that she would do anything bad on purpose - it's the exact opposite of that. She just doesn't see why most of the things that are seen as wrong are wrong. Daisyfur likes the sun because she likes feeling warm, but she likes the rain because it is refreshing. She enjoys the company of other cats more than she enjoys her own company because she wants to feel accepted. To her, though, this can sometimes be hard to come by and it makes her more than a little sad.
Ardina // MadeInRomancia♥
A once-wandering she-cat having been turned warrior, Ardina herself lived a strange, "multiple" life; wherein she is still sometimes seen as a playful and cheerful sprite of the forest, sometimes a woodland, solemn, queen-like figure among the forest, and sometimes "Moonchild" (what her mother, born in a group of brigands, would affectionately nickname her) where she would frolic about in moonlit clearings, wherein she might give forth useful discourse or sing such songs as to describe the different and often contradictory facets of her character. As far as appearance and personality goes, Ardina is kind and gentle, but in her own way, it seems; she is bold and confident, fair, fierce and unwavering and, if Clanborn, the makings of a wonderful leader; she shares the same stuff that her daughter will soon grow and bear to resemble, what with her soft, silvery-blue coat, sapphire eyes and stunning beauty. However, she doesn't know the whereabouts of her daughter - a long time ago, when Ardina was awfully sick and feared the health of her kit, stumbled up and along to Twoleg-Place after her daughter's birth; spoke to a long friend of hers (and the beloved of the house-cat who lye within the mansion up the hill), and told him, Bounder, that once her daughter - she dubbed her "Vervada" - was old enough, that he should take her away from this mansion, and take Vervada deep into the forest, where she would meet her mother, would have been told everything about her. She never did. And so, falling into deep worry and depression, after waiting, and waiting, and waiting, Ardina went along her sorrowful way for a trek-and-hunt through what she (at the time) didn't know to be SpringClan's territory... and it was there that she was found, reasoned with, and thus taken in
Luminessantscar // iluvcatwarriors
A radiant pale grey she-cat with dark ocean blue eyes. Mysterious, yet intriguing. Do you dare approach her? No one ever does. Afraid and lost, she hides underneath her pelt looking for a way out. Trapped in a world of walls and confinement. Unknowing what to do or when to do it. Wanting someone to help her, bring her out of her lonely and unstable life. To bring her to a safe and friendly and inviting environment that she can live her unapproved life. She tries and tries for someone or at least something to keep her company. Will she ever find someone who is willing to do just that? No mate kits or kin.
Oakshine // Kiki789
A mainecoon she cat with sweet lemon green eyes. She is a creative and talented female when it come to survive,you should ask her somes tips.She had learned during her expeditions with her last family members.Oakshine show more respect around before herself,but that make brave to risk her own life for all the Clan cats.Still by times she look secretive and wander out in the woods were she shouldnt belong.Oakshine uses the best of her memory before acting during a battle towards the oposite cats.
Meteorbless // Kiki789
A white with light orange spotted she cat with lovely hazel eyes.for a reason,she once stayed in shelter by her own,while her siblings were looking for her.Meteorbless at that time was covered up against her scent to never let them found her,but one day they actually did and she forgived them. This she cat unlike Oakshine,she is more along with justice and an open-minded one.The only thing that she would represent more in this Clan is either become the leader or just a pretty queen.For Meteorbless right now a warrior is enough,but she want acquire somes change and see how Leader and Queens life are.She would probably like a mate sharing the same personality like her,but toms with those treats rarely have it.
Mushroomfur // qwerty1234567
A temperamental, yet lovely, she-cat. Her fur is a grey-brown color, and her eyes are a soft lilac-blue color. She can be mistaken for sweet and open-minded, but really she is bitter, hard, and judgmental. She is very picky, and if anything sets her off, she simply categorizes it, without giving it another chance. However, aside from this, she makes a good cat to put into authority. She's strict, and knows how to put other cats in order. Despite her hard cover, she has a very soft core. If a cat makes its past her armor, it finds gold. She loves kits and has a deep respect for her surroundings. Her sensitivity is why she has such a hard cover. She doesn't admit her sensitivity, though. She's secretive. She likes to keep a secret, but doesn't like a secret to be kept from. However, she won't make a scene if she doesn't get what she wants. She has a short fuse; but that doesn't mean she expresses her anger openly. She enjoys long days of hunting and fighting.
Silentflames // .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A ring of fire is burning around one cat, seeming loud to that one form, but silent to the bystanders as they watched the flames close in... The cat made no sound, standing with bravery and fierceness as she was engulfed in flames, and eventually the bystanders figured the flames would die down. But they didn't. They remained burning, and the catremained as silent as the flames, even hidden amongst the orange flickers of heat. Finally a noise came from the fire, echoing through the crowd fiercely. A roar was ripped through the air, holding so much pain it seemed to send jolts of firethrough the crowd, making them stagger. A form walked from the spreading fire, seeming to burn herself with fiery orange fur. Her fur was laced with lighter orange stripes, and darker orange stripes lay beneath those, making the cat seem complex. Then her eyes... Blue hues spread over them, stopping at her black pupils, then returning to the edge with a layer of green. Hints of orange were specked within her optics, another complicated feature of the she-cat. Silentflames was her name. Surprisingly this she-cat was not the most loyal cat. No, she was a rogue. Yet before that, before her life went completely mad and mutinous, she was a loner. Being a loner, she didn't exactly associate with other cats. Mainly she stayed in the cave she discovered as a kitten. Remaining there most of her life, nothing really messed with her. She came and went as she pleased, staying sneaky and quiet as she did so. Though nothing messed with her, dangerous animals still lurked around her home. A few times she had to hide from them, but still remained okay. Once or twice a small avalanche crumbled down, but only small parts of her cave was damaged. She managed to survive, though barely scraping by. Growing out of kithood was a difficult path for Silentflames. Having no one to look to for help was hard when you were young.But she survived alright, learning to hunt quickly. Fighting was another thing... At first she didn't give a thought about fighting, thinking she would be ok. Not the smartest thing to do. She was attacked by a small fox, and with no known way to defend herself, she had tried clawing it, but barely made a scratch. Thinking this was going to be her death, she had trembled as her attacker inched closer to her. Yet a savior had come to her rescue, lunging at the small creature with brutality. It was an older tom, almost as old as an elder. It hadn't killed the fox, but it chased it away from Silentflames, yet when he had talked to her, it seemed like she would be the last person the tom would save. Basically he acted like she was a glob of worthlessness that could do nothing. Nothing but take up space. He called himself Ace, and apparently he lead a group. Immediately she thought of help, food and shelter. Then desperate thoughts had clouded her mind, thoughts of joining his group. Of course, he didn't offer her anything, just left like he had been spit on by some disgusting being. Small whimpers of hopelessness had echoed around her as she made her way back to her cave. What else could she do? Going to sleep that night, she knew that training would be needed... And that's what she did. She trained long and hard each day, stopping every once in awhile to rest. Moons later she was a strong she-cat, almost the age of a warrior. Finally she entered the edge of trees Ace had lurked in, fierce eyes sweeping through the waving leaves with fiery anger. Yet when she finally saw him, he was weak and old... Too old for her to pay him back honorably. The only thing she did was glare at him with hatred, sinking her sharpened claws into the earth with anger. “Well, Ace, who is the worthless glob?” She had said, muscles rippling underneath her fiery pelt. His only response had been a dark smirk, before he slowly padded away.She wanted to pelt after him, to rip her claws into his flesh. Ace was crowfood, something so pathetic... Yet powerful in many ways. Silently, she followed him, watching with careful, narrowed eyes. He finally came to a rock, which confused Silentflames, until he pushed it away, revealing a deep tunnel. Ace slipped into it, and quickly she followed, making sure not to get too close to him. After a few moments, they entered a large cavern, which was filled with many cats. Many looked ruthless and maniacal, and some looked strong and contained, standing off to the side. Carefully, she attempted to creep into a hiding place, only to be caught. Unfortunately, Silentflames had no time to escape as they enclosed around her, mutinous smiles plastered on their faces. Then Ace stepped through the crowd, a grin on his face. Accusing her of spying for some other rouge group, he sent his best warrior on her, and they battled. Silentflames fought with ferocity, giving the cat deep gashes and long, jagged cuts. She also got damaged; long, yet miniscule cuts were marked along her orange pelt. Yet, a gash was below her eye, bleeding steadily. With a strong, final blow, she killed the cat. A look of shock crossed her face when the warrior's body hit the ground with a 'thump', but when she turned to Ace, his laughter started to echo throughout the cave. Slowly, he circled around Silentflames, seeming to inspect her. A questioning look was spread across her face, as well as across the many cats around the cavern. Finally, Ace offered her the position of leader once he died, since she just killed his successor. Thrill, ambition, fear, and reluctance were emotions she felt at that moment. Could she actually lead something like this? Something so maniacal and ruthless? Before she could debate, the words accepting his offer slipped from her mouth. Suddenly yowls of protest ripped through the crowd, echoing off of the rock walls.Ace, giving a deathly look, got them all to quiet down as he led her around the cave to point where things were. A nod from Silentflames was given at each location, memorizing the place while moving on to the next. Soon they came to the leader's personal cave, which was actually quite large. She looked around in approval at the den, and said nothing at the bones hidden in the corners of the cave. When night fell, and everyone was huddled in a nest, she slipped from the cavern, wanting to visit her cave for perhaps the last time. When she arrived, it was in ruins, crumbled in a pile of rocks. Desperately, she tore through the small rocks until she found what she was looking for. Her mother's collar, which she had hidden away in a crevice. It was torn, and dusty from the rocks. She wanted to cry. To lift her head and yowl at the supposed ancestors in the skies. But she didn't, just tried to put the damaged collar on. Slowly, she found her way back to the cavern, a hard look on her face and the collar around her neck. As she fell asleep that night, a star shone brightly in the sky, though she wasnt aware of it. The next day she was stronger, repaired from last night's discoveries. And she rejoiced when Ace was found dead in his cave. Now it was her turn... Her turn to pay back the cruel world. That's what she did. No matter how slow it was, she would do it. She started planning when Ace was found dead, thinking everything through. First she would attack the surrounding rouge groups, where she collected the strongest ones to fight with them, like it or not. They won victory after victory, slaying anyone or anything that crossed them. Many died, but many stronger cats were replacing them, making her group stronger. Finally she came to the edge of snowy mountains, we're one clan of rouges and loners stayed outside of the snow. They attacked them without much strategy, soon losing many cats to the powerful group. After awhile few were left, and now she looked panicked as the other clan surrounded her, planning on killing her mercilessly... As they readied themselves to pounce, twolegs flooded the clearing, some of them screaming and running from the dead cats' bodies, while some stayed. A cruel, wicked twoleg dropped a fiery stick, lighting the clearing before running off, leaving the cats to burn... Many of the rouges burned, some escaped, and some stayed outside of the flames as they watched the fire close in on Silentflames. That is how she got in the terrible position. How her pain-filled cries were so agonized. Some think she just avoided the flames and found a way out without being harmed, while others think she is some goddess that is invincible, or fireproof. But she is not invincible, nor a goddess. Actually she just managed to escape, and she left without a word, leaving the remaining cats astounded at the current happenings. They simply watched as she slipped through the snowy mountains, remaining seen by her fiery pelt. She didn't look back. She didn't dare look back at the carnage she had done, just pushed forward towards any shelter she could find, reminding herself of the once desperate kitten she had been. When she found cats, she pushed to prove herself to them, never looking back at her past, not daring to. She lives in the present. Waiting each day for a new chance to prove how great of a warrior she is. She is Silentflames.
Shaleeempyrean
Theme song- Wine-red
The air seems to buzz when you look at her, her expression is still and seldom shows any expression besides wicked amusement. Her eyes however play a different part then her smile or any facial movements for any expressional manner, it's more her eyes brighten in an exotic kind of way with a certain sadistic delight. She has a triangular fox like face with a lean and unusually tall hour glass figure, her fur flourishes with vanilla blonde and a strawberry tabby color scheme and her stride resembles if not identical to the way a leopard walks. Her eyes are as good as a snakes, the way they can trap you in time and what feels like seconds ends up into minutes, the way she can steal your time away through her lime green eyes that look as though they belong to the merciless creature of a wolf. Her claws are manicured and clear like water. Her scent is always of roses after rain with a florescent blossom scent to her breath. She plays everyone's cards and finds everyone's unique pressure point within a few ordinary questions that you would never suspect lead to anything of a personal gain. She's an actress the way she switches characters on and off like a switch in her head, her personal idea of a gift that she possess is her lack of pity or remorse. Her characters are symbolic to her past, some characters are killers others are lost and more then a wreck, each person who's seen her knows her as a different person. Her real attitude is a bit girlish and alpha like the way she leads a group without knowing a single name and exaggerates over any flaws in herself. She rolls the die but the dice don't matter because she determines what it lands on, she plays out all the cards especially the one's up her sleeve yet everyone obliges to her rules, why? Cause they don't even know there playing her game. She started out in Toxicity and fell traitor for love, she stayed with her lover Yuletide in Spring Clan over a clan that had no promises in place to her.
Hazeleyes // cefurst1
A light brown tabby, hazel eyed she-cat with a white chest and tail tip. A shy, reversed cat. She's the kind of cat who enjoys the small things. Like the clouds in the sky, a nice clear day and the feel of rain on her pelt. She enjoys listening to sounds so her hearing is better than most. She is very respectful cat and enjoys making others happy. She was once a loner but got separated from her family at 6 moons of age until she found SpringClan which took her in. Hazeleyes adores her clan, the sense of community she gets fulfills her more than being a loner ever could. The climate in SpringClan is perfect for her. Not too sunny, not too cold, just perfect. The flowers, she loves the flowers. She is a generally happy cat. Everyone has their bad days, but some cats don't let those days bother them. Hazeleyes is one of those cats. One day she hopes to find a mate, and desperately wants to have kits, for she has always wanted to be a mother.
Strawberryswirl // Catlover1023
Just a simple she-cat. Simple is just who she is. Strawberryswirl was born outside of SpringClan and outside of the clans in general. She lived as an alley cat in a dingy twolegplace but was treated very nicely because of her looks. Her parents had been kittypets whose twolegs had put their kittens out on the road. Strawberryswirl was the prettiest of her litter, by far, but she ran away before she could become a kittypet. Strawberry was a dainty white she-cat with short but swift legs, a broad chest and small shoulders. She has the classic tabby swirl in a light ginger color and melon light green eyes. She always smelled of berries and fruit and was often able to live nicely in the alleyways because of her looks. Strawberry was a nice, charming, sweet, dangerous she-cat. Dangerous being her outlier, no one understood how dangerous she was until it was too late. She didn't feel remorse for letting the other cats starve will she lived it big and bold and would often leave after her host had died of starvation. After a while, she grew bored with this and went to explore the forest on the other side. On her way to the forest, she found a kitten that had been put in a similar situation as hers when she was young. The kitten was just as pretty as her, she had thought when she found it. The kit had this beautiful long, beige fur apart from her tail, ears, face and paws, which were all a warm cocoa brown. Her paws were dark brown but her toes were pure white, giving the kit a proper look. Her eyes were pale blue-violet color and struck Strawberry breathless. Strawberry named the kit Diamond after the way her eyes sparkled in the light. So, Strawberry and Diamond trekked to the forest where SpringClan lived and joined them. The told SpringClan that Diamond was just a kitten with no mother, but Strawberry would care for her as a mother. After everything was arranged, Strawberry was named Strawberryswirl and Diamond to Diamondkit. Strawberryswirl loves SpringClan and feels like a new cat after coming to such a nice place. She is still nice, charming, sweet, and such, but no longer dangerous to the cats around her. She loves her clanmates and sees them all as little kits that need her. Yes, she can be a little uptight and rude and even snotty, but how can you not be when you know you are as pretty as her.
TOMS
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// WarraG
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.
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.
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.
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..
Frozensoul // .:Featherheart:.
He kinda looks like a mountain lion only in a silver color. He has grey eyes that never seem friendly, and he believes love is a waste of time and a weakness, so he never cares for it. Despite the fact that he could easily hurt someone as well as heal he'd rather be a healer. He thinks that they have a power only a chosen few are worthy for. He is very intelligent and calm in situations and sarcastic. This cold tom became this way when he was abandon by his mother because she couldn't care fore him. A band of rogues then took him in, taught him how to fight, but they also taught him to the unfriendly cat he is today. One day they were attacked by a big group, killing them, but Frozenpaw managed to escape. He wouldn't admit it he was upset over the lose of the cats that raised him. That was the day when he truly stopped caring for love and the ice that set over his heart. He is calm in just about situation, almost giving the feeling that he doesn't care about the patient, but he won't let them die if he could help it. He join the clan because it reminded him of the band of rogues he use to be in, he'd do anything to keep them safe, even if he doesn't want to admit. Little does he know that he also has a sister that looks a lot like him. He may not have became a medicine cat apprentice but he won't give up on it and he still holds the 'I'm better than you' kind of air about him. He is still a good fighter though, his rogue family taught him well.
Timidheart // .:Featherheart:.
A white tom with a black back and nose. His ears are folded so it looks almost like he has none, his eyes are gray color and he has a black nose. He is a sweet but shy tom, who is very good at anything but running and hiding. He is often teased by other cats and become insure about himself but if you show that you like him at least like a friend he might become less afraid of talking to you. When he was young his parents were killed by rogues along with his siblings, making him this how he became afraid. Sometimes though he'll surprise someone with an act of bravery.
Ghostwhiperer // .:Featherheart:.
A white tom with gray eyes. He is a silent tom choosing to keep to himself rather than socializing with other cats. His whole family is dead, is mother pasted away at birth. His sister killed by a fox and his brother by a hawk. After that his father was killed on a thunderpath. When he was an apprentice he had green-blue eyes, until the day he died. He feel into the river and drowned. If it wasn't for the talents of the a cat that brought him back to life by giving him CPR. When he reopened his eyes though, they were a silvery gray color when he looked into the water. He blinked in surprise as he saw his father who died before he made it to the clans. He spoke to him and he replied back but the cat that saved him looked like he was crazy. Afterward apprentices started to avoid him because many spirits came to him and he often appears to be talking to no one. Thus earning him the name Ghostwhiperer and many find him weird. He's a nice cat though, and he just wishes to have a few live friends.
Inkwhisper // valiance
His pelt, when he was first born, was a dull charcoal black but as he grew older, his pelt grew to be sleek, soft, and jet black in color. His eyes were a sapphire blue that changed over the moons to be a strange yellow with blue in the middle. As a kit, Inkkit was full of pride and preferred to spend his days away from his littermates, Ocelotkit, Lynxkit, Regardlesskit, and Infinitekit. He was extremely active, making him grow to be a very strong tom cat. One of his other downfalls as a kit was that he was very brutal and his play fighting usually ended up hurting another kit. All of these traits grew into him as he grew to own the name, Inkwhisper. He is a feisty, pride filled tom with a thirst for action and muscles that could easily kill a dog. Brutal was only the beginning of how he fights. He tends to fight without any emotion and could easily kill another cat if given the option. His solitude, however, will always be the downfall of him. He tolerates living in the clan but he is all in all a very solitary tom. Preferring to spend all of his time away from his clanmates, he sometimes is seen as a shadow, stalking the edge of the clan like a ravenous bird just waiting for scraps to eat. His voice is rarely heard and when you do hear it, it only comes out in a whisper. That’s how he got the name, Inkwhisper. His biggest secret, despite everything he is, is to have a mate and kits and to have a family like he had as a kit. He still talks to his parents, Kissingfeather and Blackclaw, but barely says one word to the rest of his family. Someday maybe a very special she-cat will change his perspective on things but that day is probably very far away.
Yuletide // .:Featherheart:.
A dark brown tom with a sandy under belly with a tint of red. He has yellow eyes and is a good fighter, but he isn't a great hunter. He's often trying to find something to do. He has a hard time paying attention to detail, which makes him such a bad hunter. He's also quiet a joker, always try to play a prank on someone or is always sarcastic, making him appear rudder than he his. He can be a sweet tom, but sometimes he can be a butt. He's alway up for an adventure and tries to drag others with him, which can lead to trouble, but he'll own up to it and won't desert his friends, he can also be a bit of a rebel. He was born here but his mom and dad died by a badger just before he was a moon old, so he doesn't remember them.
Mousepelt // littlesnowpelt
A mousy-grey tom with a brown undercoat that is barely visable to most. His eyes are a bright orange that fades as it leaves the center. Formally a rogue, he was taught the best of his skills. He's a very agile feline, always quick and silent. It wasn't long after that he found the frosty place known as WinterClan. He had only gone because he had fallen in love with one of their Shards. It took him several moons to realize that she didn't feel the same for him. Later on he found someone else– a she-cat of SpringClan by the name of Rainheart. She changed him into a better cat in a way, and he knew that she was the right cat, better than that WinterClan Shard would ever be. He decided to leave WinterClan, leaving his littermate behind. It was a small sacrifice, but he knew it had to be made. He was positive of his decision. He was going to have a new life now. A new life with Rainheart in SpringClan.
Warpaint//Rped by *toxic**love*
A large muscular, white tom cat with a crimson mask over dark amber eyes and crimson and black splotches. Scars cover this battle hungry tom, witch her wares with pride. Rumor has it that his front legs are stained crimson red from all the animals he has killed, but the truth is that Warpaint wont kill unless needed. He is a great believer in mercy and knows when an enemy is beaten. Most of his clan mate fear him until they get to know him better because they learn that even though he loves the thrill of the fight that hes a loving, caring cat that will lay his life down for his clan. Warpaint is an expert fighter and loves teaching younger cats battle moves, also hes an alright hunter. He wants to have his own kits at some point and will find a beautiful she-cat to have them with.
Lostpanda // Kiki789
A white and black tabby tom with blue eyes and pelt looking like a real panda.This tom has been born to be the greatest jumper/climber noticed around the woods. his siblings are Oakshine and Meteorbless.He always like hanging more in crowded place or in the trees,Lostpanda is more the travelling type around the camp for a conversation to last enough long for him. Since thats what he had to do along his siblings to have a new life in
Wildensnap // xx.sapphire
A snap of a twig, you turn. A kind face stares back at you, warm as the summer sun, a goofy smile placed on his muzzle. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," He says in his thick British accent, coming from London itself. Your heart melts, and its like he's your light, your only one. With his soft golden fur and his warm amber eyes, he's a real catch. He's kind and compassionate, but stronger than he looks.hearts.Springclan.
Breakingpoint // Poppydawn2013
A ginger tabby tom with brown eyes. Easily a pretty upset tom who has a hard time expressing his self. Why? Because he's mute. If he could he would love to share a the thoughts he has because they drive him crazy. He can't tell anyone how he feels and often he lashes out physically at others. When he was little he was found as an abandoned kit, his parents didn't want him so he joined just to find a place to stay. He is a great fighter and an okay hunter, he wishes to tell this one she-cat how he feels about her but he can't.
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