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how to join & tryouts
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Warriorname.
Rped by username.
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clan facts & major events
AshClan has 24 roleplayers with 63 members.
We had 16 active threads on July 29th.
AshClan is looking for some trouble.
So to all those clan leaders out there;
come at us, bro.
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clan news
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about ashclan
AshClan is a clan of many characteristics. These cats are loyal, determined, trustworthy, and swift. They have the stamina to run great distances for many days and have the strength to go without food for longer periods of time than most cats. They also have a high tolerance for the ash that floats across their territory. With these advantages, this clan knows how to battle and attack in these conditions. They live in a vastly different territory, with a volcano in the north, the volcanic plains to the west that are covered in the black rock that was once lava, and an aspen and pine forest to the east. In the south, a large plains stretches out into the distance.
who's in charge
ace -- Embracestar (Valiantconqueror)
luminary -- Quilfur (paynesofglass)
missionary -- Fadedflame (Luminositi)
healer -- Chief Ethereal (Marionetteღ)
healer -- Chief Flickering (:Owlfeather:)
female healer tyro -- Aurorawhisperer (leafpool12)
male healer tyro -- Galaxygazer (Music2Love)
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Embracestar.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
A fairly tall, fluffy, orange tabby she-cat with soft teal eyes. This she-cat is graceful, collected. Her intellect sprouts from the soil of independence, and she to her own advantage might as well be considered a smooth-talker. Seemingly, she is calm, swift. A cat stuck on a strict habit of never breaking her poise. But please, refrain yourselves from letting her agile body structure and sweet smile fool you; this she-cat is not all bliss and perfection. You know very little, my dear. Yet, you still fall for the kind, warm hearty, peaceful gaze from the eyes of a cat whom you find, in your mind, innocent. This she-cat likes have the element of surprise. To observe you, to analyze you with the sole-solitary intent on finding your every flaw and error. Her precise movements.. You would have never known what a cruel fighter she really was by just looking her in the eyes. Never before have you really known the pain of agony, either. Within the heat of battle, or rage, or spite, her sight perceives no boundaries. Her claws are ruthless, yet at first glance they are misleading. I would inform you to watch your back, but you would only be turning your nose directly into her own. No, this is one cat you do not want to be on the bad side of. A cat of slight misdemeanor and beauty all in one single elegant creature.. Reconsider your second glance wisely; you never know when she will tick her tail in the wrong direction. Her purrs, may it be best for you to ignore... May it best for you to turn tail and flee.
Original Art by Dappledkit
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Quilfur.
Rped by paynesofglass
As he walks from the warmth of the guardians den, Quilfur's muscles ripple in the pale sunlight. His charming cinnicot pelt shines in waves as he laughs. He knows his fighting skills, but would rather joke around with his clanmates. When put in a position to lead he takes the job seriously, and will prove his wits in strategic battle skills. Quilfur's warm blue eyes stare into the depths of his enemies mind. Intimidating the most powerful leader. Who is this cat? Some ask, but no answer shall be received. As you try to guess his next move, he already is several steps ahead. "No!" You may cry as you anticipated a death blow, feeling Starclan already lifting you. But Quilfur stops. He skips away, totally ignoring the fact that he could have destroyed a life. Could have made cats whimper at the loss of a faithful warrior. Could have stained his paws with death. He grew up with two strong parents to guide him, and learned quickly the skills he needed to survive the wave after wave of danger and pain, that proceeded around him. He learned that lives are lost, but for reason. Quilfur knows that he has not yet had that reason. Then he goes on to laugh with his friends, and return to his usual antics, essentially losing the respect of others again.
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Fadedflame.
Rped by Luminositi
Ash drifts slowly down to the earth, flowing from the sky as if it was a sign from the sky above. As you look across the plain, you see a she-cat who is sitting perfectly still as the ash falls around and on her. She’s almost like a statue, unmoving, uncaring, unfazed by anything. You take a step toward her, the ash becoming nothing under your paws, and she quickly turns her head towards you. Faded blue eyes stare at you, but a smirk is slipped on her face, and you realized now that she always knew you were there, she knew you were watching her, and you’ll soon know she doesn’t take kindly to anyone. Her pelt is like ash, suffocating and unforgiving, while her eyes are a faded blue color that always looks full of sorrow. Makeshift scars from her hardships and beatings she had to endure litter her pelt and show no signs of ever disappearing. Under her faded gray fur that darker stripes align perfectly is a muscular, fast, she-cat who’s certain in her movements and never second guesses herself. In her eyes, no one is perfect, certainly not her. When she speaks it almost sounds like her voice fades from being as strong as a flame to being as silent as a whisper. She has a certain way with words that can move you or send shivers down your spine; of course it all depends on the situation. Fadedflame feels the most comfortable with mountainous terrain that surrounds Ashclan instead of the forests or waters that surround the other clans; she feels at home in Ashclan, always. Understanding the way she moves, the way she thinks, the way she laughs or cries, is like trying to understand a volcano and when it’s about to erupt. There is no way to fully understand a volcano, and there is no way to fully understand Fadedflame. She may have a smile on her face when she’s about to kill someone, she may be crying when she’s laughing on the inside, just admit to yourself that she’s impossible to figure out and give up before you make a fool out of yourself. The flame within this she-cat use to flicker around like a raging storm, but over the years the flame has faded down to just a spark. She’s seen it all, heard it all, felt it all, yet there are some mysteries still out there for Fadedflame to see, hear, and feel, and none of them will be pretty.
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female chief tyro
female chief healer
Aurorawhisperer.
Rped by leafpool12
A beautiful pair of aquamarine eyes peer at you through ash that falls like snow. Emotions skitter across her face, betraying her in the most fundamental way, stealing her ability to keep her own council. As you look on, you see pain war with pleasure, sorrow mingle with hope, and anger visit with revenge. The ash falls so heavily now that it’s created a gray blanket, suffocating the earth in its feathery softness, a silent death. Once it rains, however, the ash will be absorbed into the ground and bring nutrients to the host it once hindered. You look up. The eyes have now been joined by a lithe silver pelt, shining in the muted sun. Amazed, you begin to open your mouth to say something, but instead cough on the stray ash that still falls. Like teardrops, the deadly matter seems like nothing, but when multiplied, it becomes your death. Judge, jury, and executioner. No questions, no conscience, just death. It came, delivered, then left. Silent and solemn as a river of blood, when you see it, it’s best to simply accept your death. After having this revelation, you look back up to see the eyes are now less than a tail-length away, staring unnervingly into your own. You find your breathing now labored, but not because of the ash. Instead it’s the vision in front of you, like a ray of light in the darkest of storms. The ash dusts her silver pelt, turning it a soft gray. She flicks her tail towards a small cave that you failed to notice, motioning for you to join her in its safety. Nodding silently, for you found silence speaks louder than any words; you follow her, stepping in her delicate pawprints. Once sheltered, she coughs quietly then tells you her name. Aurorawhisperer. You realize, with a shock, that the name fits the slender she-cat perfectly. Shaking out her pelt, you realize that the silver of her pelt was just the beginning. It’s so much more complex than just one color. It’s a myriad of silvers, platinums, and grays, all mingling on a pelt darker than secrets piled upon secrets. Her eyes catch you and a shadows rush, each hiding her true identity, leaving you wondering if she’s friend or foe. It becomes hard to breath, the tension in the air so palpable it leaves no room for oxygen. Inclining her head, she takes a deep breath and glides to the edge of the cave in a way that barely displaces air. A velvet shadow in the light, she leaves you staring after her in wonder. She leaves you to ponder life. And death.
Chief Ethereal.
Rped by Marionetteღ
Lithe and graceful, Etherealpaw carries herself with an air of elegance and moves like spilled oil. Despite the fact that her advice sometimes seems to be wiser than her age and her looks are almost angelic and otherworldly at times, in reality she's down-to-earth and clear minded, always thinking before she acts. She has an ivory pelt speckled with grey and translucent amber eyes the color of sunlight. Smooth with her words and sensitive to the feelings of others, she can easily make friends - but there are only a few, if any, cats she'd place her complete trust in. Being able to read emotions also helps her read her opponents, and she can easily predict their movements. But she's not really fast nor strong, and isn't too suited to fighting as much as her stellar memory suits her for healing. Masochistic, some cats have called her, for she seems to not care about her own life at all, instead cherishing the life of her clan-mates much more. After all, what would life be like without the company of others? For Etherealsong, it would be nothing, for her one and only weakness is loneliness. Not one of her golden eyes would be batted before sacrificing herself to save another. Enigmatic at the very least, and practically a deity at her best, Etheralpaw seems completely unapproachable at times. Her step always fall silently, and her honey colored eyes seem to see right through you. However, she always humbles herself before betters, and respects her elders. Because in her opinion, experience was important to both a cat's knowledge and skills - and she had very little of it, compared to some cats. But she learns quickly, almost instantly, and has talents a cat would never think of. Tolerant to almost everything else, Etherealsong /hates/ choosing between friends..
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Chief Flickering.
Rped by :Owlfeather:
Hope. This cat has plenty of it. Flickeringlight knows that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope. He is a tan tom with sapphire colored eyes that always sparkle with determination. Being the runt of his litter, he's pretty small for his age. For that, he was always teased by the other cats around him. Flickeringlight didn't pay any mind to them though. The taunts only fueled his determination to be something. Once he sets his mind to something, there isn't anything you can do to stop him. He works hard towards his goals and always achieves them. His voice is soft and always calm, never filled with panic or anger. He soothes other cats, and helps them through their problems. He hates fighting, and wishes every cat could just agree to disagree and leave it at that. Flickeringlight has a skill for retaining things. You can tell him what kind of prey you caught that day and he'll most likely remember it for a long while. It comes in handy when there are so many herbs to remember for healing cats. Patient and a good listener, any cat who is his mentor would love him. Flickeringlight never gives up on anything. He says even if the light seems dim, there is still always a chance.
Galaxygazer.
Rped by Music2Love
Never good enough. He will never be good enough. Galaxy's worst enemy is himself. He feels no matter how hard he tries, no matter how many lives he saves, he'll never be good enough. Why else would his mother abandon him for death, just lay him next to an active volcano to get burned to death. He was lucky when an Ashclan member found him and brought him back to camp, any longer out there, he would have starved, dehydrated, or burned to death. Galaxy isn't the most stunning cat either. With a dull grey pelt that matches the ash above his head, and amber eyes, he doesn't see any she-cat falling for him, especially a cat like Aurora. In fact, he's scared of Aurora. Her beauty is too intimidating, her whole being way too mysterious. But Galaxy doesn't give himself enough credit. A medical master, he was born to mix herbs and treat people. He works well under pressure, so treating people in the middle of intense battles wouldn't be too hard for him. He's also wise way beyond his years. Some might even call him a genius. Have anything troubling you, from a cough to relationship problems? Just go to him, he's a great listener, maybe because he's too shy to say anything himself, or maybe because he just loves helping people, the world may never know. Though he loves his home, he has a great desire to travel to other lands and see new things. He wishes to see these galaxies, of which he was named after. Why would he be named galaxy if he can't even see the sky? These types of things bother him all the time, along with his past. Who are his parents? Why would they abandon him? Does he have any siblings? Oh how he wishes he had all those things now. Supportive parents to look at him with a warm prideful gaze every time he did something good. Siblings to curl next to every time he had a nightmare. But he has nothing. Oh wait...he does have something. Ashclan. The most important thing to him. His friends, his leader, his deputy, the elders, the kits, all of it. He will support this clan to the end, and don't you forget it. He would lay down his life for the sake of this said clan any day, any time. He would sacrifice ANYTHING for the better of the clan. Maybe that's what makes him so special. He doesn't have the killer looks, he's not the most social cat, and in no way, shape, or form is he the most confident cat you would ever meet, but his spirit is precious. It's sacred. He would gracefully accept death if it meant it would benefit Ashclan. Maybe he is good enough...
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Asterthought.
Rped by paynesofglass
A flash of a gray tail here. The blazing gaze of a pair of bright green eyes there. Asterpaw shines even in the shallow glimmer, of the palest starlight. A beautiful charcoal gray pelt stains his impression on cats as a tom who would think quite highly of himself. This graceful tom glides through the shadows of the great mountain the looms over his heart. He will not brag about his latest catch, or even argue over the best place to hunt. Asterpaw knows his place in the lives of his clanmates. Someday to change the lives of many. He was born the son of a loner, an outcast of a clan that walks in the ash infused soil. However his mother knew he was never fit to live the lonely, fretful life of a loner. So she gave her now only surviving kin to her former clan. Asterpaw is a brilliant individual who fights with the courage of his determined mother, and knows that he will eventually bring peace to the lives of many cats.
Adderhiss.
Rped by Ashenfate
When you would think of something odd, who would you think of? There are a few who would think of Adderhiss. This black she-cat is odd indeed. Though, she is odd in her own way. There are times when she had an attitude that could drive any cat crazy, and there are times when her soft spot can be shown. Her light green eyes seem to make her appearance look odd, but it all fits her. Adderhiss was not born in AshClan, but that does not make her any less loyal. In fact, she is rather loyal to her clan, and her battle skills are great. Though, hunting is not her strongest point, she does her part. Adderhiss is just as much an AshClan cat than any cat, so don't think twice about her. She would stand by her clan until the end.
Altermoon.
Rped by beauty♥undefined
Altermoon is a large, stone gray tom with haunting blue eyes. He is very serious and most of the time he remains silent, unless you ask for his opinion on a situation then he has no problems talking. He is very honest and not afraid to speak his mind, even if it hurts your feelings. He certainly has no problem hurting someones feelings. Though he does have a soft spot for kits, he loves how innocent they are, he has always wanted some of his own. He also has a soft spot for the ones he cares about, that's not many though. His top priority is to keep his clan members safe, even if he doesn't like them. He is completly loyal to his clan. If he dislikes you he doesn't have a problem with telling you. He hides all his other feelings though. Love, pain, happiness. He keeps all of that locked inside him, he fears being hurt though he would never let anyone know it. The only thing he truely shows is anger and hate. Perhaps one day someone will come along that will give him a reason to be happy.
Amberflames
Rped by Silverclaw101
Play with fire, and you will most certainly be burned. Why? Because fire is hot, of course. As are flames, for they are the same thing, correct? Correct. Now, what does that tell you about Amberflames? He is hotheaded, quick to fight. Much like flames in personality, but his short neat coat is something quite different. A pitch black, with silver paws and a silver tail tip. But his eyes, his eyes are an intense amber, the same amber that flames boast so strongly. The seem to flicker with a life of their own, fueled by the coal that is his pelt. He is quite handsome with his sleek pelt and his shimmering eyes. But his personality, that is something else completely. A sharp tongue, fueled by a quick wit. A short temper, quick to snap. His burning eyes are usually half-lidded, narrowed at the cat he is currently irritated with. You see why the she-cats aren't crowding about to be with him? He is quite possibly the worst mate any she-cat could have. At the least there are certainly toms in the clan more suitable then him. Call him hot-headed, call him short tempered, but never call him arrogant. He can't tolerate the trait, and despises any cat who shows a hint of arrogance. He is actually quite humble, even with his sleek pelt and eyes that shimmer like fire. His personality is not effected by his coat or his eyes, it is effected by his past. His life has been a rough one, full of lies and deceit, mistrust and betrayal. His mother was killed by his own father's claws soon after he was born, as were his two siblings, not yet named. His life was only spared by luck; a passing loner heard the noise and, wondering what was going on, came to the tiny kit's rescue. The loner killed his father and took the little kit to safety. The loner, whom Amberflames soon learned was named Kisha, was a brown-furred she-cat. Kisha named the kit she had rescued Amber, for his eyes. The two were happy for about four moons. Amberflames, then Amber, remembered nothing of his blood spattered history, and Kisha was concerned about what such knowledge would do for the kit's welfare. One day Amber asked who his father was, for Kisha had no mate, and Amber knew that all kits had fathers. Kisha quietly told him how she had rescued him from his father, how his real mother was dead, how she had killed his father, everything. Amber was crushed. For a few days, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep. He just sat there, eyes staring at the floor of their cave that they called home. Kisha was worried about the tom, wondering if he was becoming ill. But there was nothing she could do, only sit there and fret, afraid to help and afraid to remain passive. Amber would have gone on like that until he died, but that is not the end of his story. A band of vicious rogues had been heard of in the area, slaughtering cats just for the fun of it. Kisha was so caught up in the health of Amber that she hadn't heard about them and was caught unawares when they arrived at her cave, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. She fought the best that she could, but wasn't the best in the field. Eventually she slumped to the ground, mortally wounded in the act of protecting her adopted son. Amber watched it all, mortified but to terrified to move until the rogues had left, finding nothing of value in Kisha's humble little home. He crawled over to his adoptive mother, eyes wide. His ear twitched when he noticed her flank rising and falling. She was still alive! She would make it! He snuggled into her warm brown fur, smiling. Soon she would wake up, and then they would laugh about this. But it wasn't to be so. "Be strong and bright, my precious Amber flame," she rasped, before her breath came to a shuddering halt. A thin piteous wail escaped from Amber's throat. He lay there all night, sobbing. At some point his eyes had closed and he had fallen asleep. He woke up with dry eyes and his foster mother's cold body beside him. At some point he had risen to his paws and padded outside. The greenleaf sun was shining and it beat down upon his coal black pelt. At that point, a change came over him. He was no longer happy. No longer sad. Emotions appeared to not flow through him. Except for one. Rage. The furious anger that fueled him for the next few seasons, the desire for revenge that drove him to track down and brutally slaughter all of the cats involved in Kisha's death. They grew to fear him. They knew he was coming, they tried to hide, but in the end they all woke up to the intense burning of his eyes and the searing pain of his steely claws. He left them slumped in the dirt, dying, mortally wounded in the exact same spot they had slashed Kisha to kill her. By newleaf it was all done, and he contemplated his predicament. There was nothing left for him to do. He took up wandering the land. He was mostly untroubled. Many cats had heard of him, others feared him for the burning passion in his eyes and the way he stalked through the night like a shadow. A silver tinged shadow. But one day he wandered into Ashclan territory and was confronted by a patrol. These strange cats with strange scents intrigued him, and he asked them who they were. They told him they were Ashclan cats. He had been told of the fierce fighters that roamed the land, but had dismissed it as another group of rogues, something he could deal with. But this was different. He asked to join, and was countered with a request to know his name. They had strange names, these cats, and he was afraid that if his name wasn't like theirs he would not be allowed to join. Then it came to him, a long forgotten memory. "Be strong and bright, my precious Amber flame." He knew his new name, he had known it from the start. "Amberflames, my name is Amberflames."
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Blackpool.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
A large black tom with foggy, grey eyes. His pelt is sleek, and his attitude is sour. This tom isn’t the kind of cat you should mess with. He doesn’t like company, and he definitely doesn’t like cheery cats. He judges quickly, and doesn’t really ever change his opinions on things. He’s stubborn, always questioning and challenging everyone other than himself. He’s prideful, egotistical, and headstrong. He’s the type of tom to refuse help. He wouldn’t take your advice to save his own life. He figures that he can’t trust anyone but himself, and that there’s no one in the world who would be worthy enough to become a close friend of his. Sure, he may have casual conversations every once in a blue moon, but other than that, the only kind of conversation that leaves his mouth is protest and debate. There is no getting to this tom once he’s made up his mind. Bite your tongue while you can when you’re around him, because you just might not live to regret it. He has a bunch of trust issues, and you probably could say that the only cat he ever has cared for is his sister, Larkwing. To many it is questionable, yet to Blackpool it is undeniably true. She is really the only cat he trusts even in the slightest bit, although he would deny it if anyone were to ask him of it. Secretly, he would die for his sister. He would do anything to protect his younger sibling, always remembering their days as kits together. Despite her age, he always views Larkwing as a little sister. Even though it may at times seem as though he despises his sister, inside he knows that he could never truly hate her.
Bloodpool.
Rped by BluestarRocks!
An ash-colored she-cat with delicate yet deadly red paws. All but one. Her fore-right paw is pitch black and she tends to favor that one to her other forepaw. Her pelt is splotched with red patches, hence the origin of her name. Her eyes are also blood red and if you stare into them long enough, well... First, you'll realize how they flicker with flecks of orange and yellow, almost like fire with a few spots of green and blue thrown in for added effect. Second, you'll leave with a clawed muzzle. Bloodpool is one of those cats that knows her Clan will win AND lose, and sometimes that's a good thing so you can accept defeats, but that can also be a downfall. Whenever the Clan falls into turmoil Bloodpool starves herself to ensure the rest of her Clan is fed. She appears almost dead already during this time, but she can quickly bounce back, the advantage of being herself. Bloodpool also, for some unknown reason, seems to have similar traits to that of a wolf. Her claws are just as sharp as a normal cat's, but they are much heavier and stronger. Her body is built for running and fighting. Her jaws are stronger than most other cat's. And she eats like a wolf. Not in a way that she could eat a rabbit in heartbeats, but in the way that she could survive for a quarter-moon on nothing more than a single rabbit or a couple of plump mice. She also has heightened blood-lust, but fortunately, she hardly has blood-lust to start with, so it doesn't affect her much. Just makes her enjoy hunting more than most.
Brownleaf.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
A brown she-cat with large light brown eyes. She's a kind she-cat, and fairly smaller than the average cat. Yes, she is short. But her attitude is anything but small. Brownleaf is good-natured and high-spirited. She loves to laugh, but even more than that; she loves to make other cats laugh. As for the bad side of her.. She could never hold a grudge. This she-cat is fortunately a forgiving soul.
Bluepelt.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Handsome silvery blue tom-cat with soft grey eyes. He’s a feisty one. His mood is really touchy, and if you’re not careful he’ll turn on you in an instant. Despite being pretty to look at, he can be a bit of a pain in the tail. He’s naive and openly arrogant, and is constantly striving for attention and a spotlight. He’s stubborn, and will throw a fit if things don’t go his way. He’s one of those cats who’s mouth is bigger than their mind. He can talk the talk, but can rarely ever walk the walk. He’s also a whimp. To step in mud for him would be to lose his entire self-respect and esteem. A kink in his fur would be the end of his world. He is a drama queen.
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Coloreddifference.
Rped by Catlover1023
Like the 24 hours in a day, many colors and hues appear on this tom. His pelt has any color you could think of; brown, black, silver, white, gray, blue, cream, ginger, and golden. He is like rainbow but of a cat's pelt instead. The only problem is that his eyes are dull, boring gray. Anyone would expect them to be like a blue or green to add to his loveliness, but no. They are gray and no one can change that.He never really was accepted as a kit. His parents named him Rainbow as a kit because of his lovely pelt and he was teased by any other kits he ever met because of his name. He hated it when someone teased him and hardly would ever leave the den in fear of being teased or bullied. He always had nightmares about being surrounded by kits who are teasing him and being mean and his mother usually had to wake him and calm him before putting him back to bed. As he got older, he was teased less and less because his body became well-muscled and he grew very tall. He went by the name Colors and never went back on it. He left his parents after he was old enough to handle himself and was surprised to find himself in AshClan a short while later. He grew up training as a tyro here and had a love for fighting for their homeland. He dreamed of being Guardian that always protected his clanmates and was respected by all. He wanted to be Ace one day and knows that the chances are slim for that. When he became a Guardian, he asked the Ace to give him a different name and was renamed Coloreddifference. He loves it in AshClan and would do anything to keep his homeland safe. He wants a mate and kits once he's ready.
Charcoalstreak.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Black tom with light silver specks and dim silver eyes. He is calm most of the time, but can get mean and aggressive when he sees fit. He isn't much of a talker, more of a silent guardian to his clan and all of its members. He is interested in kits, loves to play with them even. He is always the first one to help a tiny kit in need. He's caring, kind, and sweet. But not all of him is nice. He is also devious, sneaky, and clever, like a shadow; he is always a step ahead of you. Now, this tom is a bit of a mysterious cat. He doesn’t really like to explain the reason of why he does things. But, most of the time, when he makes a move it’s for a specific reason.
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Darkfrost.
Rped by Teddybearr
A black she-cat with frosty blue eyes. Has a tongue as sharp as her claws, yet can be extremely gentle. She is great at stalking, mostly because of her black fur; she sticks to the shadows. You wouldn't want to meet her in battle. Though she is small and lithe, she is excellent at knocking cats off their paws and will show no mercy. She follows the warrior code and will not kill a cat, but nothing will stop her from driving a cat out of her territory. She is a great strategist, and also a great bargainer. She is thoughtful, and quiet, but her loyalty screams louder than the roar of the mightiest lion.
Doveflight.
Rped by flamespike
An energetic, bright, she cat with snow white fur. With bright hazel dazzling eyes that glimmer from dawn to dusk, this she-cat is quite the looker. Her perfectly snow white fur is not common in Ashclan, so it sometimes makes her feel a bit different. Her life has been sad and unfortunate. Her mother died in the terrible lava from the active volcano. Her mother died saving her, so she's always willing to put her life on the line for Ashclan. She's not a big fan of fighting, but she is always ready to show off her claws. She thinks life is too short to fight all the time, but hunting is a another topic. She really enjoys hunting, supporting her clan with food makes her feel needed. A very social cat, she's quick to make friends. But out of all of the friends she's made, she hasn't found one to share her feelings with. She doesn't feel welcome, doesn't feel like she should be alive. Like an angel walking on earth, her pelt glows bright white.
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Equinoxblaze
Rped by єυρhσяια
A tortoiseshell tom cat with amber eyes flecked with gold, like a leaf in autumn. His name, Equinox, means the time, of which there are two a year, when the sun crosses the celestial equator and therefore the length of night and day appear to be equal. He is an individualistic cat most of the time, but he can also be quite open and social, for he can get lonely. His personality is split that way, like the difference between day and night. When he is angry, a furious fire can be seen blazing inside him, flickering in his eyes from time to time. But even deeper than his anger is a kindness. He hopes one day he will find another cat just like him, like the equinox, which is only two times a year, in which he can relate to. If only.
Envysteam.
Rped by qwerty1234567
A small red long-haired she-cat with green eyes. She can be loud, and can be louder, depending on her mood. Being quiet is absolutely out of her nature. She enjoys being the center of attention, and she loves socializing with her clan. She can be dependable, but can also be gossipy and flighty. You really have to catch her by the neck if you want to keep her beside you. She's very feisty. She says things that she regrets, but she lets go, and forgets. She is the normal type of she-cat who looks at toms by day, and dreams about them at night, and she isn't afraid to comment on them, and tease other she-cats about their crushes and lovers. But she doesn't tell anyone her crushes and secrets. That she keeps hush-hush, and know why it works? Because no one dares to ask. She is the fast and slick type, in her movement, that slips right between your paws in a fight. Hm...? Maybe... almost.. like... steam? Possibly, maybe... yes. The first part sounded cool to her parents. Or maybe it was good luck to her: "May many cats envy you," might look like the explanation.
Empathybird.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
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.
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Featherskips.
Rped by paynesofglass
Featherskips is a graceful leaper, with a fierce taste for the fight in life. She gleams in moonlight as her white, golden-speckled, pelt shimmers. Her deep green eyes pierce through the souls of her enemies. Something no one shall forget after they cross her path. Featherskips plays with explicit charm and beauty, but don't let that fool you. She has a knack for the bloodshed, and her quick movements only contribute to her threatening personality. After a terrible accident as a kit, she forced herself to forget everything about her original clan, and family. Unable to reach this part of her past, it has affected her deeply, however she would never show it. She has a sharp wit, and thrives on confusing her enemies. Her fear of being deprived of freedom, is a great weakness toward her. Though Featherskips may come across as a mysterious individual, she will go to any length to protect her closest ones. Even death itself.
Fadedmemories.
Rped by *Jaypaw*
Black fur flow's over a petite frame. Blue eye's shine out from a black face. Knowing, Seeing, Sneaking, Snowy ear tips, white paw's, white tail tip. Fast, lithe, Strong, fast as the wind that blow's over the more's. As strong as the badger's that litter through territories. With her black pelt she can sneak without knowing. She was born from ash she, as rose and built herself out of the ash that sprinkles the forest floor, and fall's from the sky. Her memories have faded, sometime's her memories fade, and come back the next day. She had forgotten who her parent's where and before that she didn't even know who her parent's were. Whatever the weather is , that is her mood . Quick at Dodging she can dodge more blow's then prey you've eaten. With her lithe body she can dodge quickly, with her strength she can take down any enemy, A great hunter and a great fighter. As a kit named Faded she was born next to the volcano. Her eyes are dotted with spot's of grey. Cat's say they are the spot's of Ash that touched her eye's when she first opened them. She has extraordinary hearing and the sharpest of claw's and teeth, don't underestimate this she-cat or you'll end up with a scarred pelt. She has a younger brother, named Fallenkit but he was to young to remember their parents.
Frozenpool.
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Blue eyes, white pelt. There's almost nothing extraordinary about this she-cat except for the fact that she's got all the characteristics of the well behaved and divine. She's neat, and polite, kind and generous. This cat was raised with manners and morals, and she is the type of cat that hates to get her paws dirty. She's not much of a powerful fighter, either. The damsel in distress. She's pristine and fragile. Definitely a softy. The worst part of it all is that she's stubborn and bossy. Although, she's almost powerless when it comes to enforcing her demands. Almost. Her best method of persuasion is blackmail. If she knows something about you, she'll be more than pleased to use it against you.
Falseconclusion
Rped by Velis
A light grayish-tan pelt, dark stripes winding themselves over her frame, blue eyes which see all, yet observe so little. FalseConclusion does not take time to dwell on life, she ignores the lessons handed to her, and prefers to move through the boring parts as quickly as she can. The young she-cat lives for the thrill. She seems unfamiliar with subtleties; she prefers to hand info out bluntly and quickly, so as to move on to the next exciting thing life has to offer without delay. Her words are always backed up by a slightly rude sense of humour, and are often said in a way that would best irritate the listener- for no other reason than to amuse the she-cat’s mischievous mind. Although she often abuses the seriousness of a moment, FalseConclusion does have a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. If the moment is crucial, and if there is no room for her antics, she becomes a clear minded, focused cat, not at all the one you’d meet on any given day. But why does she act like this then? If she can help her horrible behaviour, if she can change for the better, why doesn’t she? Because that is the only thing which allows her to cope. Having seen her mother die in front of her at the mere age of two moons, having survived by mere chance with the aid of her three other siblings, having been harshly degraded and declared useless by one of them, the one she considered her closest friend, having seen death nearly take her, she has come to distrust life. When a mere walk along the river-bank nearly killed her, she doesn’t let life drag on. Instead she rushes through it, blatantly and boldly, and enjoys it best she can, while she knows she is alive.
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Glacierfrost.
Rped by Lilackit17
Dark grey and as sly as a fox this she-cat can really surprise you. She is very pretty with light blue eyes; but don't let her looks deceive you. Her tongue is sharp but her claws are even sharper. She has black stripes going along her spine and her face. Glacierfrost has a sharp nose, but her flaw is she doesn't focus and take time to listen for foes. Her mother abandoned her arcade young age, and Glacierfrost wandered into AshClan whom accepted her.
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Heatherbud.
Rped by Ashenfate
A beautifully white she-cat with ginger orange stripes across her whole bodice. This dainty little she-cat is rather sweet at times, but she can also have a snappy attitude when needed. Usually her demeanor is calm and collected, and understanding at that. Heatherbud was born as a loner, as a few other cats were in the clan as well, so she does not dwell upon it. As any cat should know, she would do anything for her clan, anything. She holds her clan so close to her, it seems to be the only real thing she has left to love. She never knew her family all too well, all she remembers about it that her mother had given birth to a little of