Well, many of you guys didn't reply, so if you were given the link to this page, then that means your cats weren't saved in the AC. To get them back, you should reply to the reclaim thread below. You will have until June 23rd to reclaim your cats.
May 23rd to June 23rd!!!!
Warriors
Blazinginferno
A large she cat, quite intimidating, She is black with orange stripes. Her eyes are a amber like fresh fire burning logs. She was just a kitty-pet when she was three moons old her name was blaze, one night the upwalkers house fought on fire, she and her siblings escaped, but they all got separated after the fire, their parents died in the fire trying to save them. She dragged herself to SunClan border and collapsed, she was found by a SunClan warrior and taken to the camp and nursed back to health, when she was better they tried to find out why she was alone but her memory was empty all she remembered was her name, so the leader said she could stay and become BlazingKit, she grew strong and very intimidating to others, she was a fast learner when she became a apprentice, she slowly got some memories back, she remembered that she had siblings and that she was a kittypet. At her warrior ceremony she told the leader that she needed to find some things about herself and the leader wither her best of luck and when she is ready she is welcome back with open arms, Blazinginferno was happy that she could ring out what she wanted to and come back when her trip was over, she is currently with kits and can not wait to have them, she loves them.
Rped by Fallenbrook
Midnightmist
Expressing her love for others is what this she-cat does best! Her grammar may not be the best of them all but it's not her fault she isn't as smart as the other cats. Her silky black fur and mysterious eyes are quite a sight. One eye is navy blue and the other is dark purple. Her grin is like that of a demon's filled with deception. She may seen strange but she is really lovable. She loves everyone in her clan from the most stubborn cat to the angriest cat. She can put up with anyone. Her favorite think of all though is to play with apprentices and kits in her free time. Her fun personality makes her popular with other cats.
Rped by blossomlight
Crowmurder
There's a new meaning to scarecrows. Those silly things thought to scare crows away from farms and gardens. A flash of chocolate brown, and now there's a dead crow in the dirt and the rest have scattered and flown away. Can you imagine how this tom got his name then? Crowmurder? Thought you would. He's a wonderful tom, aside from the short fuse. Big boned thick body, not fat mind you, he's lean but covered in muscle. His chocolate brown pelt holds tight to his body, showing off his bulk. Now he looks like the average cat in shape and size, but there may be some Siamese in this country born, hot headed tom cat. He has a black mask on his face, black ears and an all black tail. His paws are odd though. His front paws are black and the color only covers up to what would be his ankle, then it fades. His back legs on the other hand are black from his paws to almost cover his entire "thighs." This questions the Siamese roots in him. Crowmurder's face is that of a sweet young tom, his whiskers slightly crinkled. His eyes are the color of honey and wheat. Around the edges of his irises is a light golden color, like a feild of wheat on a warm summer's day, and fading in towards the pupils is a warm amber color with little flecks of lighter yellow, resembling the bubbles in fresh tree sap before it hardens into amber. You could say he's just a mix of a lot of different things. Sugar and spice perhaps? Crow's past is mostly unknown, he knows he was born to a beautiful carmel colored she-cat named Amy. And that he was the only tom in a litter of five. But that's all he can remember of his kithood. He remembers being in a large bright room, filled with metal cages, with so many cats in them, he was on of them, roomed with a another tom of light brown fur, white toes and muzzle, and blue eyes. His best friend (later on) Buck. Buck and Crow were cagemates up to two months. Fed odd dry food and water that smelt funny. They were adopted though, by an elderly human couple. This couple owned a large ranch in, what seemed like, the middle of no where. There were rolling hills, and off to the left, after the feild of corn, was a forest that stretched too far to see. Crow and Buck's lives were then blissful. Both toms slept in the warm barn. They played with the four horses, and pestered the cows in the pasture. On busy days the toms were on the look out for not so welcome pests. Crows, mice, the occasional racoon. Of course Crowmurder handled the sneaky black birds, while Buck was an excellent mouser. But when the worst of the three pests arrived it was up to the both of them, or the family dog, Cheif was his name. Buck and Crow earned their keep this way, and were fed wet cat food during the week, and some mice if Buck hadn't caught them all, and fresh meat on the weekends. Fish, sometimes leftover beef or pork. The boys were the kings of their castle. It was thier personal slice of heaven they believed. Well it was all destoryed. On a warm day with a darkening sky, everything was taken from Crowmurder. The dark clouds churned and twisted and came down to graze the earth, and then it thundered onto the field like a crazed herd of cows, well that's how Buck had put it. The barn was crushed, the old couple's house, gone. The horses had run off, the dog had gone with them. and Buck? Found by his best friend, crushed under the beams and other things from the barn. his last words to Crow were what he lives by today. "Live like you're going to die tomorrow." Crowmurder made his way to the forest, alone. Something he dreaded. He had never been a kittypet, but instead a humble servant, killing crows for food. But he never wanted to live his life alone. This is what fuels his anger today. His lose of his best friend, his brother at heart. He tells himself he doesn't want a family, or even friends, but he does. He needs a family and friends to keep him going. He loves to play with kits and loves to hunt. Crow is loyal no doubt. It's his way of keeping his promise to Buck. When you're loyal, you can live.
Rped by SavvyKitKat
Greylight
A tall, muscle-bound tom with bright yellow eyes walks slowly through a forest. His sleek grey fur is dusted lightly with pollen from a bush of flowers he walked through earlier. He has slender, though incredibly powerful, limbs that make him a fast runner and tough fighter. But the thing that this tom wants most is a mate and family. Even though he looks mean and tough, which he is sometimes, don't let the nasty scars on his face and front legs fool you. He is very sweet on the inside, and definitely a ladies man. When he was a loner, he was attacked by a dog, which has left him with nasty scars on the left side of his face and on his chest and forelegs. This tom can be slightly rude sometimes, but when he knows you he is actually very nice. This tom's name is Greylight. Once very handsome and with a bubbly personality, seeming to radiate with happiness. But now he is more rough, his past hidden in silence. He never likes to talk about his scars, though everyone seems to know that they were inflicted by dogs. But anything else, will remain in silence.
Rped by Lilyfeather
Scorchclaw
A burly tom with long fur the color of orangey cream, Scorchclaw is very much a recluse. He doesn't like to socialize with many other cats and likes to hunt on his own. He is very stealthy for his size and can catch about anything he wants to catch, but it all depends on the weather and what time of year it is. Scorchclaw is very nice once another can get to know him, but if your just and acquaintance, then he won't really socialize with you. He had a mother and two sisters, but they were all killed by a badger, black as night and deadly as sin. He surprisingly had escaped the claws of the blackness but he was great injured and has a scar across his face and side. Both of his eyes work perfectly well, but he sometimes loses feeling in his side or he has great pain. He doesn't know what to do with his life, but he serves to clan well and helps whenever he can. He is loyal and rule abiding, never wanting to be punished.
Rped by ஐℱearless۞§erenityஐ
Silentflood
Silentflood could fill your dreams with the happiest, or the worst thoughts. Her black and white siamese pelt could either lure you into your fate, or your death. Her ice blue eyes could save you, or kill you. She stays mainly quiet, but isn't shy. Her thoughts mainly stay to herself, and she tries to keep her past behind her. I would try to as well, she had a horrible one, a past. She was kept captive by a two-leg. He was male, obviously. He forced her to fight other cats to the death, and you can tell that she defeated them all, considering she is still alive. One day, she was about to fight another cat, but this cat was her best friend. She didn't know what to do, so she attacked the man. He pulled out his gun, and tried to shoot her, but he misaimed, and shot Silentflood's best friend instead. Silentflood fought back to utter horror that she felt, and sliced the man's jugular. He was dead within four seconds. She then fled the area, and walked until she found a stream, and fell asleeo there. When she woke up, she was floating down the stream, except it had now turned into a fast river. She was being pulled towards a waterfall, and had no choice but to jump. When she landed, she almost died, but found Sunclan before the end. Her utter flawlessness keeps her from drawing too many cats as friends, for their jealousy is overwhelming.
Rped by Cheetahsmeow
Runesoul
He was taught how to make runes very early in his life. He never found out how to use them then so he made a few of each symbol and carries them with him by a bag around his neck. He's not perfect at it but he is slowly learning how to use them. He is gray and has amber eyes. He is a cat that always wants to learn. He is not the one to sit around while something is going on though. He takes things seriously most of the time.
Rped by Shinerpelt
Futuredweller
She is tan with blue eyes. She has some strange ability to see a point in time in the future occasionally in her sleep. The dreams normally seem meaningless to her until they come true. She believes that confidence is all anyone needs and has a never quit attitude. She is always encouraging her fellow clanmates every moment of the day. If someone thinks something won't work she steps in and cheers them on. Surprisingly enough, she has a protective and serious behavior and does unknowingly limp at times.
Rped by shinerpelt
Shroudedmemories Shroudedmemories is a light gray and messy-furred tom with light blue eyes. He was the complete opposite of his sister, who was almost always perky and full of energy. Shroudedmemories is a talkative cat, to be honest. You just have to be able to keep his interest. His face is almost always cemented into the same dull emotion: half-closed eyelids, terrible posture, and a general, 'I don't want to be here' look. He uses a dry and slow tone of voice and almost always thinks things through before acting. He's a much better hunter than he is a fighter, since quick-thinking never really was a strength of his. Shroudedmemories prefers to analyze all angles and sides to a story or scenario before deciding on something. Honestly, Shroudedmemories can be a really hard cat to talk to. If he doesn't want to talk to you, he'll give short, despondent replies to what you have to say. If he likes what the cat speaking to him is saying, he'll still reply in a dry, bored tone, but they may be a bit lengthier. He'll never leave a conversation, even if everyone is just sitting together in silence and staring at each other, because he finds it rude when someone just gets up and walks away from a chat. As for his past, it's the same as his sister's, Shiningeyes. He's a bit more open about talking about it how they ended up in Sunclan, but won't speak about why they had to leave their twoleg home in the first place. RPed by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Poppyhaze
An angel come to earth is this she-cat. Soft floating footsteps, light sing-song voice and bell like laugh. Her form is perfect for a she-cat, sleak and yet well muscled but not bulging muscles like a tom. Her pelt is tight to her body and it is a poppyseed gray color and on her points like her muzzle, ears, paws, tail and also her shoulder blades, there are sharply ticked areas of soft wheaty gold, almost like freckles. Her eyes are a bright vibrant hot pink color that at times like when she is angry, turn a grapefruit pink. Poppyhaze is clan born, but she does not know what clan she was born in. She seeks her true home, wishing to fit in. Everywhere she has gone she has felt alone and alienated. But she doesn't give up so easily. She is actually very head strong, and stubborn, one of her flaws to her angelicness. She is slightly absent minded as well, a daydreamer, mostly about traveling to beautiful places. Like waterfalls. She adores waterfalls and caves that hold crystals inside. She's a sucker for these things and she normally collects crystals. She has lost her previous collection though, being run out of her past home and she dearly wishes to start a new one. Poppyhaze is a sweetheart and only wishes to help others and have a happy, peaceful life.
Rped by: SavvyKitKat
Shiningeyes
Shiningeyes was true to her name. She had vibrant yellow eyes that were always shimmering with happiness and excitement. To her, the world and her life were both perfect. She didn't have a big ego, nor did she whine about how 'perfect' her life was before Sunclan. She merely went about her day loving who she was and admiring all of the living things around her. Shiningeyes's pelt is a flaming orange color. She had little white 'boots' on all four of her paws, as well as a splash of white on her chest and underbelly. Shiningeyes has a kind of disturbing past, and she almost always refuses to talk about it. Though almost nothing brings her down, she refuses to discuss her history or how she and her brother ended up in Sunclan. Maybe she'd open up to cats that she really felt at-ease around, but that's just about it. No one knows what had happened that made their past so terrifying for them, but some cats say that Shiningeyes uses happiness to cover up how depressed she can really be about it sometimes. Sometimes, if you pay a lot of attention, her ecstatic personality doesn't seem very sincere.
RPed by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Freedomfighter
White, auburn. and grey-blue fur is what is all over this she-cat. Her silver eyes are almost so white they look like silverpelt when they are in the moonlight. She fights ferociously and viciously for her clan and their freedom. She fights no matter what. She doesn't care if her fluffy pelt gets matted with blood or if she has to kill another cat, she just loves fighting! She was skilled at fighting since she was first taught it. Within a few sunrises she was actually able to beat her mentor! She has a large, strong, muscular build for a she-cat. Her ears are folded down to her head and other cats said she was really cute as a kitten. She has a long tail that is splattered with silver. Her pelt is one of a kind, but so is she.
Rped by blossomlight
Lightbell The sun, ever in the sky as a beacon to all, lighting their way, guiding them in their lives. It's a source of life, possibilities, and hope. With its daring yellows and oranges, it's unafraid to stand out among the bright blue sky and clouds. That's the way to best way describe Lightbell too. With a pelt of striking sun-touched golden yellow, and streaks of rebellious orange, she stands out among her clan mates. As outrageous as her pelt may be, it's her eyes that make her herself though, they stand out like topaz jewels, always glimmering with unshaken warmth, like a lighthouse. She doesn't discriminate when someone needs help, and shines her light on all who would accept its ups and downs. Whether it be while helping the elders, or on border patrol. As sunny as she may seem at first glance though, her personality seems to clash with it like spring and fall. She dislikes being stared at, even if your just looking in the general direction, and she tends to lash out when she catches you doing so. She likes to keep herself busy, and always has to be moving, whether it be cleaning or hunting. She doesn't mind being around people, but cant stand being in a closed space for too long, or trapped. Lightbell doesn't talk very much, and whatever she says she doesn't like to repeat it. She doesn't like to be kept waiting, and most certainly does not like to be teased. She doesn't care what others think of her, 'cause she's just being herself, and wouldn't change for anyone. Lightbell isn't afraid to let you know what she thinks, and makes sure you know it, whether you wanna or not. Lightbell would die for her clan and beliefs, and would follow them to the ends of the world to protect them.
Rped by Light_In_My_Dream
Meltedsorrow Imagine it- the spiteful, never ending expanse of malicious darkness. Got the picture? Great. Now a powerful, vibrant sun bursts into existence. It destroys any darkness that ever resided in that barren land, leaving only a clean, transparent glistening angel. This describes Meltedsorrow- Born to be an outcast from the moment her alluringly beautiful blue eyes opened and the first rays of sunlight touched her thick, white fur. She was born a kitty-pet, given the name Snowy. Her owners loved her and cared for her, giving her lovely scratches behind the ears and all the kitty-pet slop she could consume. But, eventually, the owners grew tiresome of Snowy. They discarded her like a broken piece of pottery; useless, unwanted. She was left to fend for herself in the wilderness, having no idea how to do so. Just when death was about to overcome her, a Tom by the name of Sunny found her. The kind Tom nursed her back to health, also teaching Snowy some fighting and hunting techniques. She grew strong and skillful, as powerful as any other warrior in the forest. But tragically, a badger stumbled upon them in their sleep, slaughtering Sunny. The commotion awoke Snowy, true fear rising in her heart. The badger raked it's lethel claws across her back, leaving deep gouges across her whole body. Snowy staggered away, reluctantly leaving her deceased mate's body out in the open. The heavily pregnant she cat discovered this clan upon her escape, who's leader welcomed her in with open arms. Her name was changed to Meltedsorrow, so that she may remember the way her radiant sun melted her snowy life of sorrow.
Rped by horsepaw_4361
Paleflame A flicker in the night of an unknown candle traveling in solitary as whispering winds threaten to steal its warmth. Shadows flee from the light however miniscule it may be. Crickets chirp filling the air with a beautiful cacophony of sound, harmonizing and clashing in time. There she is, an angel in the dark with pale eyes like whisps of a baby's breath flower. Her scent permeates the surrounding, fresh and pleasing like a ripe fruite just picked. The smile on her face is sweet and welcoming, one worn by a mother as she sings her kits to sleep on a warm summer night. A chain reacotion of chills wanders down your spine, a refreshing tingle lingering where she touched but did not make contact with you. An unrequited sense of awe washes over you like a river swollen to the point of bursting by endless doves of rainfall. Paleflame. What magic doth create thee? A divine one, no doubt. But... magic doesn't exist, so neither would she if that were the case. She is neither divine nor fantasy, but your average cat with better than average looks. Formed by nature the same as any other, with identicle essential aspects that identify her to be a cat. All are equal if stripped of personality, are they not? So why should it matter what you look like? Sad fact is that we live in a hypocritical world where everything rests on the shoulder of complexion and pedigree rather than personality and virtue. Paleflame exceeds in both but the introverted wallflower's not much of a bragger. To find her special would be to dig deeper into pit brambles. It's her defense. She doesn't want to be discovered for the excellence she is, so remains the enigma, ominous in the shadows lurking like a monster abiding to time until one had reaches it's destination and she springs into the light.
Rped by JessieHall27
Lurkingdesires Something forbidden. The temptations grow strong with every passing second. The best things in life are the things we can't have, taunting as they lay unclaimed and unguarded on the floor. Finally greed gets the better of us and we take, more than intended and more than we need. When a fire-eyed, storm-furred tom comes your way, desire kicks in. You want those eyes to look only at you, that heart to beat only for you, that pelt to brush against yours and yours alone. Suffice to say, you want him... but you can't have him. He's one of those things, the best things, the forbidden things. Kind, funny, handsome, smart, strong, and compassionate. A true leader at heart with a intimidating aura of power. So many good things about him yet he remains solitary. It's a choice. He's not ready for a mate, not ready for kits. His duty is to his clan first and he intends to keep it that way for as long as possible. Love has a way of sneaking up on you, though. Cupid shoots his arrows blind so where they may end up is a mystery. That's why you can't have him, he's not yours to take. Whoever may unknowingly possess him is one lucky she-cat though, guaranteed a life time of happiness as long as he stands by her side and she his.
Rped by JessieHall27
Obscurepassion Shrouded by a veil of distance, lost in a world of thought and introspective reflection. The simplest things in life tend to be the most complicated if you peel off the many layers that conceal their true nature and this is something Obscurepassion strives to understand further. Very rare are the moments where is dark eyes will be trained not on the surroundings but that cats who inhabit them. His attention strays more to the song birds to bless the air with their melodic tunes, or the butterflies that fill the earth with excentric colors bursting with glorious spectra. These little things averagely overlooked, cast aside by the preoccupied mind, are often worth more time than the trivial things naively pegged as important. While he learns of the hidden wonders others focus on the superficial matters of the scanty surface. On such matter would be the ultimate: appearance. His consists of an alabaster cloak garnished with obsidian ornaments and eyes like sapphires mined from the most isolated of caves. Broad shoulders and defined muscles make him look like a fresh piece of prey that makes one's mouth water at the sight. Popular amongst she-cats he may be. The brooding, tortured soul lost in the background as the scene plays on. Amazing what the mind can conjure up to fill the blanks of the terrifying unknown. True, he prefers not to open up to anyone, but brooding and torture? Not at all. That's just a fabrication of eager hearts wishing to be the one to fill the 'empty space' in his. Reality can be quite the kick in the gut... he's more than happy to give it to you, though.
Rped by JessieHall27
Cadencewing A melody in the wind twisting around and filling the silence with its sweet sound. Its rhythm infectious, its notes blending into a sonorous assortment. Each measure played captivates its listeners like it were a spell being sung. This melody is a manifestation of one cat. A cat with an ashen coat, plush like a bed of downy feathers. Eyes like tsavorite garnet, so pale yet rich with passion and desire. She is like no other, stands next to no other to be compared. It would be unfair, because true beauty can only be acknowledged when one speperates themselves from those who wish to drop the curtains and bask in the spotlight of center stage, have all eyes on them so none other can be appreciated for what virtues they have to offer. She doesn't try to be amazing, she just is, and she doesn't need anyone to tell her that or notice that. If she did she wouldn't be where she is today. Cadencewing, at any given moment, will be one hundred percent herself. She won't be strutting around camp or throwing herself to the ground in a dramatic soliloquy in a pathetic attempt to gain sympathizers and admirers like so many do. She loves to laugh, she loves to be happy, and so she does things that make her laugh and she keeps friends who make her happy. Why should she settle for anything less? Sometimes, sadly, she unknowingly does. When the world drops from under her paws and she looses herself and forgets what she is, she will make mistakes. Like any other she makes mistakes but she picks herself back up afterwards and proves to the world that she is not weak, she is invincible. Rped by JessieHall27 Lillybug She has the same statuesque body as her father, Crowmurder, a lean frame with long delicate legs like her mother, Lightningstep, and a long neck supporting a slightly triangular head. Her ears are somewhat large but some would rather say they are of average size and lynx-pointed. Her fur is medium length and a soft slate gray color. Her front toes are stark white along with her back paws (the whole paw,) her chest, muzzle, and mask, and tail tip. The gray and white coloration is of course passed down from her mother. Lillybug's eyes are truly her focal point. Her right eye is a beautiful sky blue color, not unlike her mother's eyes, and the left eye is a vibrant forest green, unknown to Crowmurder, it is passed down from his mother whom he never knew but has seen once. Lillybug's beauty is a mix of herparent's and her grandmother's looks and it is simply gorgeous. Her beauty comes with a price though. She has a bit of her father's attitude, fortunatly not his temper, and a bit of her mother's cautiousness. She is headstrong and more then often too couragous. She get's herself in sticky situations more than often The gray and white she-cat has a hard time focusing though, whether it's listening or doing. She is easily distracted, most of the time by bugs. She is a tough one to teach anything but she can learn if it is explained well enough. So what she looks for in her learning abilities she makes up for in looks even if she thinks of herself as average. She loves stories and loves to explore new places, which means places she's not supposed to be. Her name might as well be trouble. Rped by: SavvyKitKat
Brazenclaw
What other pelt could match the sun-dappled quality of a hot summers day, beating into a enchantingly cooled forest? What other eyes could somehow be the exact shade of a summers day? Lean, supple muscles that result from endless days racing through the forest, matching the pace of the breeze outline his shoulders and legs, and back. Brazenclaw is really a sight to look at for the ladies, his dull orange fur, with a slight dapple pattern, and leaf green eyes with blue at the center... well he is truly irresistible. Don't worry, his voice suits him perfectly too, the sound of it just makes you want to close your eyes and bask in the sunlight. Brazenclaw is more than just his looks though, he has quite the complicated backstory to him, one that is much to painful to share... even with anyone. He keeps it all disguised as a mysterious haze, that both attracts the ladies, and keeps them waiting on him. He has learned, that sometimes it is best just to be silent, that never taking a risk... well that is better than losing it all. He has lost someone he loved already, in a fire which left hideous scars on the bottoms of his feet, while he made it out alive. It haunts him every day. On the outside, he might seem like a player, or a jerk, but inside he is so much more, he can be the sweetest tom in the world if he wanted to, and whenever he sees someone suffer, it tears him apart. No matter how hard he tries to convince himself that he feels nothing, the hurt won't completely go away. He's afraid that it never will. Even though he would never admit it, all he really wants is to be truly loved, for who he is, not his looks. Whenever he feels it getting bad again, he gets violent, and picks fights which he always wins. Thats why a lot of cats are scared of him, because he fights as if he has nothing to lose, because, really he doesn't.
Played by: xXStayBeautifulXx
Colbaltwing
A deep gray-blue tom cat with leaf green eyes that have the slightest touches of colbalt blue around the pupils. He is a slender tom cat with sleek fur and lean muscles. Cats know him to be kind and easy going. But perhaps his loyalty is one of the best traits. Yet he is awkward enough around some to where its rather adorable. Colbaltwing is a tom from a not so disastrous background. Born and raised in the forest, he was always told to stay away from the clans. But when he got older he didn't listen. Sunclan became his home quickly. And there he will stay. That is his promise.
Rped by Masqueradetrick
Russet (will recieve warrior name at next ceremonies)
He chose his life of solitude to think about his future and reflect on his past. He used to be a wild one. Untamed. His attitude was unbearable and his arrogance, undeniable. But then, his older brother was taken from their nest. Taken right out from under their noses, and their father, no where to be found. Russet was the eldest now, and his baby sister, what would become of her if he didn't protect her, and their mother. Russet turned over a new leaf. His attitude was all but gone and his arrogance, nonexistent. He was a new cat. Changed by tragedy. He took care of their mother and sister until his mother died of old age. Or so they thought. His sister and him though, were fully grown now and decided to go their seperate ways. His sister to a clan, and himself, a loner. He wandered around aimlessly and slept where ever he needed to. He now knows his brother is still alive and this makes him optomistic about the future. Russet is a jet black tom with a strong, very large body. He is easily ocicat sized like his brother but he doesn't look like him. Russet's head is shaped differently and his snout and stop are splashed with a bright flaming russet color. His tail is long and his ears are large and his eyes, a bright highlighter yellow that show much emotion. Russet is a calm, loving tom now who simply wishes to settle down and start a family now that he has found his brother and knows his sister is safe. When he found a certain SunClan she-cat, struck by a great loss, he felt he needed to help comfort her. For him it turned into love and now he has a new hope. He was told they couldn't be together because of her father's mistrust of outsiders, Russet complied and was going to leave when he was attacked by something unknown to him. His hind legs now bare the bloodstained scars, jagged and still healing. His hind legs now bare the bloodstained scars, jagged and still healing. He joined SunClan to be with his love, and to seek revenge on the creature that almost sentenced him to death.
Rped by Savvykitkat
Nimblelash
Spindly limbs carry a lean body covered in a velvet tabby coat, faded green eyes ablaze with ambition. There aren’t many cats in the world with her passion for success, and not many of those are she-cats. To narrow it further, none are Nimblelash. None have a heart that beats overdrive just to keep up with the seemingly impossible tasks she performs, or a mind that is constantly thinking up a myriad of ways to alter the task and make it harder. This incessant drive to push herself beyond capabilities may seem to be some crazy addiction to adrenaline or a deep rooted mindset to prove to the world that it can be proud of her, but in the end it’s simply just her personality. She’s got big dreams, a view of her future that only she can see, and it holds great things. From a young age she displayed the many qualities of a promising warrior and a peculiar leader complex very few have discovered in themselves at the time. She’d be the one coming up with new game ideas, and playing pranks on the warriors just to get a laugh out of her denmates. It’s not that she wanted to be the center of attention or anything, she just enjoyed seeing others have as much fun as she did, which eventually gave way to her leading groups on her famous little excursions. Some were small, some were large scale and full of thrills, it all depended on the mood she was in that day. There was never a dull moment with her around and she has not changed one bit. There is still that look in her eyes, the one that dares the world to throw something at her she can’t handle. Challenges are why she wakes up in the morning and there are none she can’t find a way to weasel around, no matter how unorthodox her method may be. A solution is a solution, and as long as it doesn’t cause a backlash of a bigger problem that before, then it doesn’t matter how it was done and what it is. Sure, her reasoning is slightly flawed, but she never was the most practical cat in the world. She lives in this fantasy land full of all sorts of adventures and when her clanmates tell her to get her head out of the clouds, she tells them not to stick their noses where they don’t belong. If there is anything sharper than her claws, it would be her tongue. The explanation for that is she just has no filter and has nothing against being rude. It’s not that she can’t control herself. She can do that perfectly fine in the most tense of situations. No, her problem is that she doesn’t prefer control herself. Flying off the handle is so much more entertaining, and no one loves putting on a show more than Nimblelash.
Rped by JessieHall27
Apprentices
Goldenpaw(splash) A small she-cat with white fur and pale green eyes. She is named for the gold splashes that dot her body and take up most of her fluffy fur. She has a strong sense of justice and is kind to everyone. She doesn't know what happened to her parents, she just knows that they left her in SunClan's land. She tries hard to make friends, sometimes even too hard. She often tries to change her personality to get others to like her. She may not be the best at fighting, but she excels in hunting. She hopes to one day become a strong, brave warrior who can protect everyone.
RPed by TheRainbowCrayon27
Icepaw A short-haired Tom, with fur as black as the night. A storm of ice blue eyes, and a surprisingly very skinny kit. He is very shy, but he notices things usually other cats don't. But if you get to know him, you'll learn that even though he's shy, he is not a coward when it comes to battle. For a kit, he has very sharp, claws and a good sense of humor if you get to know him Icekit has always admired the brave, and but he doesn't really follow the warrior code too often.He is a misfit, he has never had any friends and all of his family is dead.
Rped by: Emberwish
Limepaw (rose) Limes. With them being the cousin of lemons, you would expect them to be sour. Initially, they are. Your face puckers a little when you taste one and you don't really want to try it again. However, with just a little sprinkle of sugar, the whole demeanor of the lime changes. It's now a lot sweeter, all the bad feelings and sensations just disappearing in the sweetness. Limerose is like those fruits, initially sour but eventually sweet. Her fur is mostly a solid black, like a shadow creeping over her. The shadow only covers so much of her fur as her underside, paws and most of her face is a pure cloudy white. Her eyes betray to her name, a bright and light green, like the green of a lime peel. As most nuts don't stray far from the tree, Limerose was born in Sunclan and has stayed in it her whole life. She likes it here and has absolutely no intention of leaving. Limerose is, as you have probably figured out by now, like a lime. When you first see her, she doesn't seem like a lemon, she doesn't seem sour. Once you take a bite, once you say hello, it all changes. You walk in, expecting it to be pleasant, but her eyes narrow rapidly. Without even saying a word, it is clear she is judging you. Sometimes she just doesn't say a word to you, leaving you in the stick of awkwardness until you leave. When she does speak, her light and kind of squeaky voice is full of scorn. Whether asking you why you're talking to her or her extreme bluntness ends up critisizing some minor flaw she sees in you, she doesn't typically come off with a positive word. It isn't long before either of you grow tired and move on. Whatever the case may be, it is clear she is simply a sour cat. Yet, nice things happen to everyone, right? You may not even intend to do something nice for her, but you do. It makes a world of a difference. That is your sprinkle of sugar and now your lime is sweet enough to give you cavities. Limerose becomes nicer, kinder and just overall happy. It's like she's a whole 'nother cat. So, I advise you take care of this rose, for i may have it's thorns but it always smells sweet in the end.
Rped by *Bakuraluvr4evr*
Dancingpaw (lights) Dazzling and sparkling. Twirling and prancing. Leaping and dancing. Spirited is one word for this quirky she-cat. Perhaps insane could be used to describe her. But something all cats agree on is that she is a blast to be around. She'll do anything to pry a smile from the bluest cat. She is cheerful, happy, and uplifting. Dancinglights is sure to brighten your mood. Inside of her is nothing but freedom and joy, and it radiates from her heart into others. If you ever heard her story, the one she barely talks about, you would think of a very different cat than Dancinglights. She started out happy enough. A bouncing kitten. Very pretty too. Silky calico fur paired with pumpkin eyes. Her mother was proud of her, as was her father. Before he died, of course. Along with he brother, her poor little brother. The pair went off, her father planning to teach his son how to survive on his own. But they never made it home. Dancinglights has never been quite sure about what happened to them. Her mother was heartbroken. She wasted away, depressed and sorrowful. She wouldn't move from the spot she was when she heard the news. Her ribs began to be visible through her fur, but she didn't move. How painful it must have been for Dancinglights; to see her mother perish slowly before her eyes from grief. And she could do nothing. But she tried, oh she did. She even managed to catch pitful pieces of prey for her dear mother. But all in vain. She died. And Dancinglights was still a kitten. A lost little kitten with no family left. So she ran. She dashed through the woods as fast as her little legs could carry her, as far away as she could get from that horrible clearing where her mother lay, broken in body and heart. And then she stopped. She realized that she could not run forever, and no matter how far she ran she would never be far enough. And she realized that she was okay with that. So Dancinglights walked on, head held high, happy for her life and her family. Her life has been a hard one, but she simply shrugs it off. She uses it to take care of others. To make sure that they don't fall into the same rut she almost did. And, if they already have fallen, to help them climb back out. RP'd by raspy2
Sagepaw
Sagepaw is a pretty ginger she-cat. Her sparkling eyes are a strange mix of green and gray, like the ocean before a terrible storm. Her fur is fairly long, and soaks up rain like a sponge. She has a series of black patches across the left side of her face, along with a strange white right ear and left front paw. Her fur is mottled with hardly visible white tabby stripes. She is fierce, and excels at both hunting and fighting. Sagepaw has a harsh temper, and there are no in-betweens when it comes to her emotions. Sagepaw is either a fun, sparkling, bubbly young cat, or an angry, upset and vicious monster.
RPed by Willlowbird
Wolfpaw
Wolfpaw is a pretty young cat recently turned six moons old.Her pelt is fluffy and dark grey, with beautiful deep blue eyes. She has black stripes like shadows. One day she only just remembers that she was left by some cat inside the borders and picked up by a patrol. She is kind, shy, and not afraid to speak up for what she knows is right. Unfortunately this makes it easy for cats to get mad at her. She isn't very energetic and has never fought before. She loves hunting at night, alone with the forest, racing through the trees.
Rped by StarBurst12
Madpaw (rabbit)
Contorted and twisted to a degree of grotesque found lurking in the darkest of nightmares. It walks with a limp for one leg was severed in spirit from the body. Blood red eyes search viciously for a source to ease it eternal hunger for death and terror. Mange leaves skin mottled and bloodied, a walking corpse hardly stable. It's teeth are sharp and claws long and hooked and despite the fragile appearance the merciless, vile creature will stop at nothing to see you meet your ultimite demise. This... monster is known as Madrabbit. Flawless and superlative stands a rust coloured tom, broad shoulder and towering over his scraggly opponent. A utopian figure with startling eyes of phosphorescent blue dancing like gemstones under the glare of the sun. This is also Madrabbit, the reality covered by fantasy wrapped in the story book world of nonfiction. What makes sense and what doesn't make sense is all in the mind and heart of the one who experiences convoluted forest of tendrils, all climbing each other to reach the sunlight so high above and drink in the golden rays of energy. They intertwine and prohibit one from penetrating the thick tepestry woven from thick-skinned vines. The solution is to go a different direction, but the labyrinth is an unwelcoming series of unfortunate events. The whole thing is a mind game, one giant riddle that cannot be solved through logical processes. To succeed in executing and exiting such a maze is highly unlikely if not impossible. The only one able to navigate the labyrinth is, of course, the very one who created it, who knows its every twist and turn as it is the offspring of the insanity consantly raking his brain to bring up new soil. Ambiguous statements that have slipped passed security slip from his mouth to the outer world and puzzle those who hear it. Yes, he possesses no filter that traps the most troubling cognitions from becoming public, but a wall, or rather a net with apertures and vents providing erratic thoughts with an escape route. This set up drags him into a thicket of trouble at times, but he's a master of evasion and usually manages to break out unscathed. Madrabbit's entire reality is like a hallucination. Everything seems to move in slow motion, encompassed in a orb of gel that prevents easy motion and distorts the images that make up a scene. Spontaneous fits of laughter errupt like clouds of ash and surges of lava from a volcano from his maw, a roar that seems painful and tortured, a battle over joy and devastation taking place in that laconic sound. Its a turn in the war against the princely being seen and the monster just beneath the surface. To keep it caged is to keep lightning from striking. Once the cloud rumbles it will occur whether it is desired or not. He is mad, after all. A walking entity of insanity competely devoid of all sense of sanity. So the face witnessed- a royal rust cat, an amber and blue-eyed facade- is no more perfect than a knarled troll. Delve deeper into the tunnle and you will find his soul, broken and bleeding on the ground, soak with sweat from withstanding the boorish pain thrust upon him. Condemed to a lifetime of misery and mirth, confusion and clarity, horror and heaven, he will writhe within a shell that is him, but not himself.
Rped by JessieHall27
Lightningpaw(strike)
Cunning, clever, and quick, this jet black tom is not like most cats you'll come across. His light blue eyes can pierce your soul and the jagged white line of fur on his side makes him leave up to his name. He's not easily scared and is quick to volunteer for daily activities. At the moment his dream is to become the best warrior he can be, and like all other apprentices, he dreams of leading his clan, but will settle with just doing the best he can.
RPed by GoldenSoul14
Queens
PeppermintSplash
A she-cat that has a name that makes her seem so chilling but she is really sweet. Her fur is white with black classic tabby marking that run through it, her front paws are black but not all the way up her legs only about one fourth the way up her leg, her eyes are as blue as ice. Her mother was named CherrySpice her fur was snow white, her father was PineconeFire his fur was gray with black classic tabby stripes, peppermintKit has three other siblings SnowClaw, WinterDreams, and GreenPine. She was a very small kit even at six moons old when she became a apprentice, her mentor was alway worried about her hurting herself why fighting or hunting, but she Shure proved her mentor wrong when she proved to him that she could do anything other apprentices could do, as time past by she grew and was as big as the others maby a little bigger , she loves to hunt with her clanmates, she fell inlove with a Tom named coldbreeze she soon was pregnant with his kits about a moon before she was due her mate was killed by A fox why he was hunting.
Rped by FallenBrook
Mate: Coldbreeze {deceased}
Status: Expecting
Eurynome
The true meaning of her name means "broad pasture." The Greek goddess Eurynome was the Titan goddess of water-meadows and pasture-lands and one of the elder Oceanides. The daughter of Oceanus and Tethys. The third bride to Zeus himself and the mother os the Charites, the goddesses of beauty and grace. The Eurynome I speak of is of much smaller stature of course. She is a cat. A remarkable one at that, her markings so different. Her mother called Eurynome her "little goddess," she told her stories of the person she was named after being as her mother was born in Greece. Eurynome is striking. Her undercoat is a sort of silver, and the top layer is stark white and holds her distinctive markings. First she has black outlining her eyes, thickly giving and eyeliner effect to them.Second her muzzle is black, which includes her snout/nose, jowls and chin and the black fades as it reaches the stop of the nose and her neck and cheeks. Thirdly her ear tips, toes, and hind legs are black. The fourth set of markings are strange. Her tail is striped, like the ring tailed lemurs' tails. Or a raccoon or cheetah's tail. At the base of her long tail start the spots, these spots resemble ocicat spots or ocelot spots and they are thickest on the tail base and her rump. They extend, while slowly fading, up her spine until they reach the middle of her back. These markings make her a very strange looking she-cat but the strangeness about her makes her all the more appealing. This she-cat's oddities do not stop there though. Her eyes are the most distinguishing things about her. If you've ever seen an opal then you know that with little movement the seemingly white stone changes colors. They are chunks of pastel colors, reds, oranges, pinks, golds and yellows, greens, blues, creams. They flash and change and are just incredible to look at. Well her eyes are exactly like that, they mimic the opals coloring and changes with movement. They flare when she is angry and darken when she is upset. They simply complete her strange appearance. So Eurynome is pretty, but she is also strong, she has a build like her father, long legs, lean body and strong muscles underneath. She is an amazing climber and is light enough to jump from limb to limb in trees and travel that way. But she is also an amazing hunter, with her climbing abilities she could very well kill a hawk, but she may never try that, knowing that it could also very likely, kill her. She is stubborn, and has the same hard-headedness that her father before her had and the same fiery spirit as her mother. Now Eurynome may have know her mother, but it was short lived, her mother died of a respiratory infection when Eurynome was very young and she lived her life in her home until she was seven moons. See, her father was a clan cat, and Eurynome thought he was a magnificent one at that and a terrific father, and her mother wanted to join him, but she couldn't leave knowing she would die soon. So Eurynome went to live her mother's dream and be a clan cat, sure she may no longer have her father, who died of a broken heart, but she still wanted it. She wanted to be around other cats in their natural habitat. She wanted the fresh air and the freedom. She met Chartruesevision of SunClan. She was told to give up her old life but she made the argument that you cannot give up your life because you are already living it, you can only give up your lifestyle. She has except for her mother's collar which had been torn in half by Chartruesevision. She is determined to keep her last memory of her mother and she will not let anyone take away what is rightfully hers. The right to live.
Rp'd by; Savvykitkat
Mate: Chartruesevision
Status: Nursing
Kits
Peppermintkit
Sweet,but spicy. Fierce and sarcastic. Peppermintkit's personality is hard to truly figure out. True, her looks are sweet and gentle. Her long fur is a snowy white with the faint cream tabby marking. A tan patch of fur lays on the right of her back,and a raven black loop circles her eyes. Her eyes are a unique mixture of mint green and blue with a hint of amber in the middle. Their pretty in an odd way. But their is a pice to be payed for such eyes, because all the sight out of her left eye is blurred. Her body is big built, which makes powerful. However, it's not her strength that's so overwhelming, it's her sharp tongue. Her personality is sarcastic and snarky. It's really difficult to befriend her because of this, and she's often hard to be around. Along with that she's too feisty for her own good. What's worse is that she's very intelligent. That wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't always proving everyone wrong. Yet, she does have a good side,If you can pry in deep enough. You just have to reach the sweetness of the peppermint.
RPG by ~Starry.Gaze~
Morningkit(sun)
Be careful–you could scare Morningsun. This she-cat is very shy, reserved and hard to get along with. But she has a big heart and soul ad willing to share her determination and love with anyone who will listen to her. But Morningsun wasn't always like that. The reason for her shyness is because when she was younger, a lone wolf descended upon her and made her family choose one cat to live. They picked her, since she was the youngest of her litter of 4, and she still had lots of time to live her life. Then she was pinned to a tree and forced to watch her family die in front of her. Morningsun is a lovely cream she-cat with unusual light brown swirl markings like the swirling of a river. Her eyes are the most pretty color-a green the color of mid-Greenleaf leaves. They usually sparkle with fear and uncertainty, an to get her to talk would be like winning 100 fresh-kill. This shy she-cat needs someone to love her for who she is not for what she is not the outside. As they always say, it's what's on the inside, not the outside, that counts.
Rped by Spottedbreeze101
Splendorkit(butterfly)
As the goddes Eurynome resides as a ruler of the sea, her daughters embody much different things. Her mother calls her Aglaea. She does not understand what the name means but she accepts it and answers to it. Aglaea is the goddess Eurynome's daughter, a goddss of splendor. Her name is thus, Splendorbutterfly. Wisdom, peace and beauty could not be more in sync. Splendorbutterfly's twin sister, Mirthmelody, is almost identical to her but has a completely different personality. Splendor's aura is alwas calm and inviting, she has a peacful spirit and a level mind with helps with keeping her sister in check.They are litterally in sync with each other, finishing each other's sentences, saying almost the same things at the same time, even when they aren't near each other, feeling the other's pain or sorrow. Splendor loves her other siblings dearly, but feels a tighter bond with her twin. Her appearance is lighter than Mirthmelody'z. Her base coat is stark white while her markings are a soft silvery gray. They appear on her ears, tail, and legs. Her ears are simply gray but darker than the rest of her markings and her tail is like her mother's striped like the ring-tailed lemur. Her legs share the same spots that her mother sports on her rump and spine, starting from all gray paws and spotting her legs half way up and then fading into silver. Her beauty is unmistakable to everyone but herself. Her eyes are the most dazzling attribute of hers. The right eye is chartruese based with an iridescent opal look in golds, greens,and silvers. While her left eye is identical to her mother's eyes, a cream base with an iridescent rainbow within them. Unlike her sister she is simple and likes to stick to the rules, She embodies happiness itself and in her mind if you stick to the rules you will be happy. Her and her sister don't exactly see eye-to-eye on that but it couldn't bother her less. Being Chartruesevision and Eurynome's daughter is a blessing to her and she loves her parents dearly, but straying more into the mama's girl category. Her ambitions are pure and true and she believes in wisdom as the key to happiness, little does she know about the magical workings of love, what brought her parents together and what could soon overcome her.
Rp'd by Savvykitkat
Strawberrykit(passion)
Daughter of the pallid dawn sky. Sister of the dancing northern lights. The epitome of beauty and charm and the essence of grace and style. A lurid vanilla angel, wingless and grounded, depicted falsely as fallen perfection. Has she sinned? Has she somehow tainted what was once unflawed and radiant? What a joke. There exist not one chance in the world she’d allow that to happen. It goes without saying that if the former said is truth, then she is fully aware of what she is. Who doesn’t? One cannot walk a trail without an inkling of where it may take them. However small they may be, there are always clues. The arrangement of the stars on the black curtain of night, the voices that mingle with the air when the wind blows, the mood fused within the songs that which the birds sing. Whether or not one has been to or heard of where they are, evidence surrounds them and their senses do as designed. They collect the information and construct silken strand by silken strand a network of connections and dead ends that eventually takes the shape of a web. This web will have a consistent and definitive pattern that explicitly displays an answer, one with possible ambiguity depending on the amount of background knowledge the observer harbors. There is no unknown, there’s just those who are too lazy recognize that they do, in fact, know what they think they don’t. If one were to use a word that accurately describes Strawberrypassion, it would be down-to-earth. She’s not vain. No, that is an accusation derived from misconstrued envy. She’s... real, to say the least. She doesn’t try to pretend she’s blind to what is so obvious, to pretend to be or actually be ignorant of what she is. That’s not modesty. That’s the worst form of lying and cowardice. To ignore a gift out of fear of being seen as conceited or just not wanting to admit it. A very good way of gaining sympathy, but a cruel thing to do to one’s self. There is nothing wrong with acknowledging beauty, even if it’s none there. She wishes to help those who cannot see themselves as they truly are, and for those who do it on purpose? She wishes for them eternal happiness. Why? There is no room in her heart for spiteful things. She’s the manifestation of love and all associated with it. Heartache? Yeah, that too. It’s part of life, is it not? One must experience that bad to appreciate the good. So is she all rainbows and sunshine? Of course not. She will take a heart and tear it to pieces. Her salvation is the fact that she has no idea she’s doing it when it’s being done. Hmm... yes, that’s quite the contradiction to what was already mentioned. Try to understand. Strawberrypassion knows she is beautiful, but she is not vain. So this means that she does not view herself as desired or attractive. If someone else sees her that way, well, how is she to know? If they want to keep it hidden then they will do so, and if they don’t? Not everything is as clear as day. Still confusing? She’s a living creature, a she-cat, nonetheless. Things that live tend to be complex. Tragically hypocritical without a notion. Once one knot is untangled, another one has already formed. It's just... life.
Rped by JessieHall27
Slowkit (fall)
Somewhere down the line, a Persian must have invaded into his family genetic. Although neither of his parents bore the same traits, Slowfall has the squinched muzzle, wide green eyes, and long cream-colored fur of one. The heavy-set build too, but no amount of coaxing can make him believe that it's just "kitten fluff" or "broad bones." Anyone who insists on this is sure to feel the wrath of his claws. Of course, this lovable tom will apologize a million times afterward and s