LEADER
Aspenstar : Aspenstar is a tall, long-legged, ruddy Abyssinian tom with gold-yellow eyes. He is strong and muscular, though due to his breed's natural tendency to be quite lean, most would consider him more wiry than burly. His ears are large in size, and his nose is an unusual peach-orange color. Dark tabby ticks cover the base of his forehead and trace the slight wrinkles in his fur. Aspenstar's pelt is surprisingly silky to the touch and smooth, even after participating in a battle or a border fight. He is a short-hair domestic tom with lengthy white whiskers and medium-sized paws. Despite his soft fur, Aspenstar's paws are rough and calloused from moons of being a warrior. His eyes are sharp and intense in appearance; some refer to them as intimidating and full of passion, and many find the tom himself a little daunting. Aspenstar often stands rigid and erect, as if expecting an attack from an enemy at any moment. His eyes and ears are always alert for trouble, and sometimes you will be able to feel a bit of electric energy radiating off his body. Aspenstar's head is broad and his eyes are almond-shaped, and his tail is quite long as well. The SunClan leader is an ardent, fiery young tom with strong opinions and a quick temper. When he was an apprentice, his sharp tongue and headstrong demeanor used to get him in all kinds of trouble, though, recently, he has learned to tone it done a bit. However, other clans, as well members of his own, still tend to walk on eggshells around Aspenstar when he's in a bad mood. To the surprise of most cats, the young tom can be quite patient at times and loves to mentor apprentices, though only if they are well-behaved and hardworking pupils. Aspenstar, himself, is a very hardworking, loyal cat with a strong set of morals that he strictly follows. He does not expect everyone to believe the way he does, but he demands that everyone respects them. In return, Aspenstar tries his best to respect other cats' opinions, though he often finds this hard to do, since he has a tendency to believe his only his views are correct. Aspenstar follows the warrior code, but isn't afraid to challenge the laws of the forest if it's for a good cause. He strongly believes in a forever-lasting mateship and condones having kits outside of 'wed-lock', as his mother and father were not mates when they had him and his two siblings. Aspenstar dislikes arrogant cats, and as a warrior, was infamous for speaking out at gatherings and offering his two cents on a specific issue. He is quite intelligent and usually spends most of his days out hunting; training; or sitting in camp, pondering, or as some cats say, glowering at his paws in deep concentration. Despite his natural intimidating appearance, Aspenstar is a good cat overall, just not the most friendly or kind. No one would ever accuse him of having ambitious, self-serving intentions, and there are many in the forest who hold a deep respect for the tom, as he tries to only do what's best for his clan. When he and his siblings were eight moons, his father, Tallfeather, left the clan, leaving his party-animal mother, Flowerpool, to take care of Aspenstar and his littermates. Shortly after Tallfeather abandoned SunClan, Flowerpool ran off with a loner, and never once saw her kits again. Aspenstar, who never really though highly of his mother, was more angry than hurt at her disappearance. His siblings, Russetpaw and Fawnpaw, didn't appear to even care, as they were hardly ever in the nursery with Flowerpool anyways, except during the night. As Aspenstar worked hard during his training and developed a good work ethic, Russetpaw and Fawnpaw slacked off and hung out with the wrong crowd, elated by their new freedom. By the time the three had been given their warrior names--Aspenwren, Russetfang, and Fawnstep--Aspenstar had become a disciplined cat, while the other two had developed into untrustworthy, shifty felines. No longer feeling that he had to be associated with them, Aspenstar distanced himself as much as possible from Russetfang and Fawnstep, and what they represented. He did not want to be reminded of his parents' mistakes and his 'disgraceful' history by having any relations with his screwed up and rather cruel siblings.
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DEPUTY
Fictiontruth : Within the terms of unspoken truthful minority, for a rather feminine feline of pristine coating and delicate mannerisms, he withholds quite an odd, masculine calling, Fictiontruth. The syllables alone sound exotic on his own tongue a title comfortable to the speaking appendage in the articulation yet utterly foreign in its authenticity. A name is your identity. It’s the surface of who you really are the first thing said to encountering a stranger. So what if your own calling causing confusion to yourself? Fictiontruth’s pelt is comprised of a certain material that is dominantly compact bristles boasting a tone of flawless ebony like a mournful symphony played by cellos alongside the darkest lowest tear provoking instruments sounding smooth and flowing like glassy tears dripping down a porcelain cheek uninterrupted by any hints of a jaunty sounding staccato flute or any other color. The single tones ripple in the presence of movement yet some would be quick to categorize it as standard black yet through multiple angles, perspectives, and direction of the sun it emits a strange cerulean sheen highlighted as silver under the pallor of the moon. His fur is visibly textured like lace built from various heights less dense in some areas yet voluminating to an extremely compact arrangement in some quartiles of the body giving Fictiontruth’s fur access to an assortment of coarseness to the feel. Fictiontruth’s gracile form as well as stance end shortly near his neck for there, his features gradually begin to develop a more angular fashion. Out of par, the tom’s anatomy becomes deprived of its grace cultivating a more masculine ambience the slenderness of his bones morphing into acute sharp-corned lines in turn making his head appear heavier in comparison to his meager shape with a very defined chin, projecting cheek bones, and a flattened profile punctured by miscellaneous sharp facial characteristics providing an unparalleled visual that adds years to his age, judging by the eye. While relatively the same color, asymmetrical drive a space difference between the two more than the distance they share on Fictiontruth’s facial features. One bauble is amber but not clearly distinguished as the shades but is golden, such accessory is far from the flat one-dimensional saffron it can easily be mistaken for. Layered in a array of shades darker in the center radiating from the inky dark iris and smoothing out to a pastel pale white incorporated cream, the tones merge into one another the strange yet somehow proportional spacing allowing the owner access and versatility in facial expressions, not that he puts anything other than a blank look to use. This canvas surface provides the perfect base and support for the two baubles traced in white. Two gems accent and adorn exterior coaxing out some expression from the stoney feline. His eyes also carry a sort of ambiguous intensity which are bottomless and opaque with glittering pupils which can easily frighten the onlooker as if through a hole they were peering into an abyss unable to tell whether they are looking in or viewing out a limpid screen encasing the portrait the colors of the spheres resting above his cheeks. Yet somewhere within his feather-weight cage of a body, something throbs within. With perfect posture and constellation of etched scars, it’s history of striving for that never achieved state of perfection in what section of the orange colored eyes, in which section of the heart, in that prison of a constricted chest where someone pulsated violently thrashing light by a single flame of mortal desire and has knowledge of only what Fictiontruth knows. Paired with the cynical sense, his true intentions are not to be sarcastic for it is instead how he chooses to express his humor or rather his lack for it. His clanmates in Fictiontruth’s mind’s eye, degenerate torn apart by complexity and his social taste-buds are numb with the cheap politeness of those who no more than pity him. Despite his remote way of conducting himself, narrowed perspective and his abrasive nature, Fictiontruth holds incredible brain capacity preserving even the slightest, most miniscule purposely disregarded of details that normal relative being would treat, when encountered, with sensitivity only relayed to as ignorance tactics remain to be meticulous stopping at nothing to bring a successful, desired conclusion despite the sacrifices or peril. The reason shrouded behind this is for the sake of those moments that can’t be forgotten, Fictiontruth commits them all to memory as if they are all brisk nutrients to alleviate loneliness. Finds distaste in conceptual things, for he is a very factual being not exchanging his deepest secrets or easing into casualness during a conversation only offering his companion bargained for respect and a professional level of intimacy bringing upon his own flaw of solitude. To scrutinize any object, person, or situation beyond the bounds of his own short mind proves to be a challenge and is frequently inconsiderate of the thoughts, feelings, or opinions of others assuming that there is one technique, his own procedure, to solve or put into use in an event. Now this may not be mistaken for vindictive manipulation but honestly, his ulterior motives are not to bring the feeble minding to his bidding but instead, they are to mask his insecurities and for fear of implementing something wrong but, Fictiontruth is in possession of boundless charisma only utilizing very rarely not enough so that others take note of it but his detachment to felines forges no emotional bonds rendering the feline nothing left to lose putting the goodwill of his clan first doing whatever it takes to execute something accurately. Fictiontruth may not have much to boast of in terms of the counting year of his existence yet his wisdom and experience may have his soul labeled as ancient the thoughts of his mind absolutely in no way parallel to his youthful, unseasoned exterior. In his mind the right fake personality to suit the occasions leaves less of a margin for errors. Living in a fabricated residence where dreams, memories and reality all disconnect, Fictiontruth pities those who believe that if they keep writing, the story will never end, if you persist on paving obliviously, the fissure will mend paws rooted to the ground, mind soaring between puffs of white. Musing revels bring him back to the times where life could have it's fairytale endings and elation wasn't an absurd figment of the imagination but was a highly attainable mutual dream shared by millions. Ultimately, no one has in possession to the key that unlock their inner self and personality or a map detailing where they stand on this earth. Everyone is nothing more than an insignificant being unable to raise their hand and answer a maddeningly never ending inquiry.
Apprentice : Bluepaw
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CO -DEPUTY
Furzewool : Felis silvestris catus, in every inch of his body. A natural breed of Norwegian Forest Cat, he is more adapted to a very cold climate. His head is long, with an overall shape similar to an equilateral triangle, a strong chin, and a muzzle of medium length. His large eyes are almond shape and oblique, mostly known to be a dark, soft juniper blue that can be read like a book. His ears are large, wide at the base, high set, have a tufted top, and are placed in the extension of the triangle formed by the head, and end with a tuft of hair like the ears of a lynx. Owner to a top coat of glossy, long, water-shedding hairs, and a wooly undercoat for insulation, he is especially skilled at swimming and blending in with shore pebbles that share the same grey-white splotched colors as he himself does. A big, strong cat with a bushy tail and a sturdy body, he is especially good at climbing, since his breed has strong claws. Tall and proud, handsome and strong, this tom is the epitome of peace and is determined to love and live as though he will never see another day. Broad shoulders display the tom as being an extremely powerful and formidable opponent in battle, should he choose to fight in the countless battles between his Clan and the others. A hulking form when seen from the shadows, Furzewool hopes to become a role model to many apprentices and mentor to several. Friendly, energetic, and sometimes extremely demanding of attention, he can be kept quiet by birdsong and shame. Though he perseveres in the face of stress, his pleasant demeanor is often disturbed by that of his sister Wynterqueen's, who is rather negative in times of trouble and danger. Known to be quite the hunter even though it's hard for him to camouflage in the underbrush of the forest during every season but winter.
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MEDICINE CAT
Achlys [Redleaf] : A light red she-cat with a darker red underbelly. She has golden-amber eyes. She didn't really want to become a medicine cat, but something told her it was her destiny. After Rosedestiny was killed by Ryssa (she was just an apprentice at the time) she got a chilling feeling and knew there was something she had to do. It didn't quiet make sense since their medicine cat had just been killed. How could someone do that to others and expect them to not start something. She couldn't tell anyone about her feeling though; it was a dark time. A very dark time, indeed. Maybe that's where she gets some of her harshness; she had to be harsh to survive the take over. She's much like the former Medicine Cat in believing that only through trial can one come out stronger. It took her a while to ceach on that she was perfect for the medicine cat role. As an apprentice, Redpaw didn't think she'd been anymore than a warrior, maybe a mother. Which is probably where the empty feeling came from, she wanted to have kits, but it was against the code. Something that the three before her broke and something she was determained NOT to break. Redleaf doesn't think she'll ever live up to StarClan's expectations but doesn't let them know (though she's almost positive that they DO already know her doubts). She was born to the late Stormsoul and Snowpelt, pure SunClan. Since become a Medicine Cat she doesn't think violence is the answer to most problems, though she sure has a problem with keeping her claws shethed when it's her clan that's in dangure. It was a hard role to fullfill and she was worried that she'd be the one who killed one of her clanmates on accident and was forever mocked for it. She was worried that she was never going to be live up to the expectaions of the clan, because she was appointed by the Primial Instint leader, Ryssa. Her name was changed from Redpaw to Achlys meaning "mist" or "darkness". She thought that would cause more distrust of her clanmates in her, because had been forced to take a rogue name, she wasn't able to keep her clan-given name. She was relieved when Aspenstar gave her back a clan name-- with her given name in it.
Apprentice : Windpaw
Rped by *Hollypaw*
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
Windpaw [berry] : The wind whips softly around your face, seemingly whispering your name, drawing you into a deep... dark.... trance. The eyes of Windpaw can make you feel like this. They are so large and deep and jaded green that you could get lost in them and never find your way out. Her fur is a mixture of stripes. One may be light, forest brown. The next may be black. The next would be brown again. This goes on all over her body. Her back, tail, legs. Only her muzzle, chest and underbelly don't have this pattern. That is because they are pure, solid, clean white. Windpaw is very quiet, mysterious and hard to know. Sometimes you could think she's letting you in, only to block you out again and never give you answers to your questions. She can speak words with her beautiful green eyes. Only when she wants to. Otherwise they are emotionless and plain. Nothing special about them. Not a lot can faze this she-cat. Not a lot can make her smile. Not a lot can maker her angry. So when you see these plain as day in her eyes, it could mean one of two things. 1) Something excellent just happened, or 2) something horrible just happened. Windpaw doesn't really have anyone to let in. Nobody to love and hold. Nobody to share secrets with. Not even a friend. It isn't other's faults. Windpaw feels that friends are just a waste of time. Sometime in the future, they'll turn and stab you in the back. It always happens. Most don't hear her voice. But when they do, their heart starts pounding, their eyes go wide, and some more. It always happens. Windpaw's voice, since you don't hear it much, can be recognized in a crowd. Her voice isn't soothing like honey. Just, unnatural. It has a rough edge to it, though still feminine. Windpaw may be called a lot of different things, but the most common one is extraordinary.
Mentor : Achlys
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WARRIORS
Russetfang : Biography
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Fawnstep : Biography
Apprentice : Boulderpaw
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Tigerwing : Haze is a muscular, monolithic blue-silver Somali with stoic gold eyes. An ex-loner he isn't used to the comradely of a clan environment, but try's his best to get used to it. He is a skilled fighter, being able to out power most opponents with brute force - the others with his sharp tactile skills. Haze's muscular build makes him a talented climber and brilliantly powerful leaper - skills excellent for catching birds, and anything else that runs up a tree for that matter. Haze is not vary social cat, and isn't very good at communicating his thoughts and feelings to others. Very help full and observant, he is quick to trust and quick to come to the aid of others.
Apprentice : Mindpaw
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Butterflykiss : A splash of black here. A dappling of white there. Some orange wherever. All those colors combined together on long fur. Two green emeralds are there for eyes. That is the looks of this small she cat. what is she like? A carefree and happy cat on the outside. Under that a thinker and strategist. But at her core, there is anger that rarely sees the light of day. Butterflykiss is a well spoken feline. After all her mother taught her everything. Even though it was her mother who got her out of the clan. He mother killed her father for a reason no one today knows. Butterflykiss followed her because she thought that was the right thing to do. Her mother taught her and her brother Beetlewing to hunt and fight. When they were old enough she gave them their warrior names. Shortly after she just disappeared from their small den. For days Butterflykisss argued with Beetlewing. Till finally they made it back here.
Apprentice : Bramblepaw
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Beetlewing : Like a snow covered field. Black as dark as night. Soot gray tabby stripes cover the black. His eyes are as blue as the sky after rain. Unlike his sister he doesn't have layers. Beetlewing well sees things black and white. He tells the cold hard truth. Blunt and to the point. Life took it's toll on him. Maybe he could soften, maybe not. He like his sister followed his mother. She taught them well till she disappeared. He argued with his sister and grudgingly followed Butterflykiss here.
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Windwhistle : Plain brown tom with plain blue eyes. Yet he makes plain look handsome. Lean muscles ripple under his pelt. Blue eyes shine with life. Born to SunClan, he has a strong hatred for outsiders. But he is still kind. Gentle to others. Helpful in any way he can. Traits he passed on to his only living child, a daughter. They only have each other left and because of this have formed a strong bond. They often run, racing, through the grass for fun. He would do anything for her. He loves the open air, but doesn't mind trees. And hates water. Not from any tramatic experiance, just because he hates the way his fur sticks to his body when wet. Not an amazing hunter, he can manage to catch prey still. His main skills lie in battle. With tooth and claw. Thats the one place you should pray to never meet him.
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Frostflower : White snow, blue skies, cold wind. Sounds like leaf-bare, right? That also sounds like a cat you might know. Frostflower. Frostflower has a pure white pelt, ice blue eyes, and a cold tone. She can give anyone she wants a cold shoulder and not even be bothered to care. She can stare you down, make you feel uncomfortable in your own home. This isn't the only thing this she-cat can do. She can be a slippery fish if she wants to, pulling you slowly into her trap, then waiting for the kill. She is patient and an experienced warrior, and always wants everything to be picture perfect. Frostflower believes she is much better than most other cats, putting her past their rank and experience. She thinks she always knows best, and always holds the right answer in her paw. Frostflower was kind as a kit, named for her pelt, not her attitude. Things changed. Her best friend was ripped away from her by another cat. Therefore Frostflower was left in the dust, no friends, no nothing. She was left to dry, and dried too long. Nobody else wanted to be her friend, so in her apprenticeship she focused on one thing and one thing only; being the best warrior she could be.
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Wynterqueen : Her beauty could possibly be the bane of her existence, if you think hard enough about it. Her soft white fur falling in gentle tufts all over her slender and willowy body, she is a creature of perfection and wisdom - to herself, and not exactly to all within her small circle of friends. Extremely haughty and stuck up, she only includes among her pawful of comrades those who obey her mutual rules to compliment her at least once a moon, and run with her on her little night escapades through the SunClan border. Her heather purple-blue eyes are rimmed with darker lavender, barely noticeable unless you look into her dark and emotion filled optics. Aha, if she is so haughty, why do those cats follow her example? Because she doesn't brag about her beauty, merely flashes and flaunts it around; her wisdom is quite extensive, and she only chooses to speak when given the chance to enlighten or explain her thoughts towards a particular situation. Her gaze follows the moon with a sense of incredible loneliness and longing, for she does not have any bosom friends of her own, but she attempts to content herself with the making of new companions who will take care of her and let her take care of them in turn with her own little favors. One of elegance and purrfection, you can see it in the way she walks, and holds her head that although she may seem extremely cold and wicked on the outside, Wynterqueen is really a being of hurt and thought.
Rped by Secretkit
Bramblethorn : A light brown tabby tom with dark brown paws, ears, and tail tip. He has bright yellow eyes like the sun. He is a ray of sunshine and he is optimistic, looking at the bright side of situations and keeping his spirits up. Because of this, Bramblethorn has a strong spirit. Bramblethorn has a strong belief in StarClan, but never forces his beliefs on those who do not believe in StarClan. He also thinks that everything happens for a reason. He is a nice and friendly cat to be around, but like brambles and thorns, he can be prickly. He hopes to have a she-cat to mate with and have kits together, but he would be okay if he does not. He wishes to be the best SunClan warrior he can be.
Rped by NewYorkHaze
Cedarheart : Toms, by evolutionary default, are usually quite large. They tend to dominate the space, whether it be intentional or purely by necessity, and are known for broad, powerful shoulders and massive paws. This marks a successful heritage, and an optimistic future. And to say that Cedarheart, with his humble beginnings and quiet demeanor, doesn't fit into that category... Well, that would be swiftly dismissed as an outrageous lie. Cedarheart is made of height and bulk, balanced on powerful paws and sturdy legs. Beneath his long, chestnut-brown coat is thickly corded muscle and energy waiting to be released, ready to snap with the swiftness of a striking viper and launch him into combat. What many consider to be a cumbersome size hasn't slowed him, instead giving him the momentum needed in battle to hit with the ferocity and velocity of an oncoming twoleg monster. His mew is deep and well-spoken, his growls a symphony of rolling thunder, and his claws thorn-sharp and lengthy. He supposed that, if he wanted to, he could fight his way through life and coast a wave of another cat's fear to power, and he could do it with blood clotting between his claws and the reek of torn flesh in his teeth- but he won't. He's not stupid. His amber eyes shine with a sort of polite intelligence, not malice or dangerous ambition. Beneath that marbled brown coat is a sort of understanding, and a deep respect for those in charge. He is a warrior above all, not a killing machine. He devotes his strength to protecting the clan he loves, instead of launching into some doomed tirade of hierarchy-crumbling and war-brewing. He knows what happens to the bad guys, and he wouldn't dream of following in the pawsteps of a tyrant. He is satisfied enough with the love for his clan, its kits, its apprentices, its elders, its warriors, and his leader- the only family he's ever known, since he'd been left in a cardboard box on the curb of a thunderpath when he'd been just a kit. His sibling, a sickly young she-kit who hadn't even gotten a name, had passed shortly after being abandoned with him, and so he'd tumbled into the woods to find a name for himself. He called himself 'Cedar', after the mighty trees that stretched over the heads of so many others, and the suffix 'heart' came from everything that he put into his waking moments, and everything he was willing to sacrifice for the safety of his clan. Rped by Goldstripe5787
Irisfeather : Irisfeather got her name from her soft featherlike fur, and the iris-purple of her eyes. Her fur is a soft grey, with black along her spine, paws, and chest. Irisfeather is a fast runner, a good hunter, and a fighter, as long as there is reason for the fight. She has long legs, and she enjoys running over everything else. You may think her sweet but don't be surprised if she attacks you. She loves life and understands that life is what you make it. That is why she spends to most of her spend time making friends, catching enough prey, and defending her clan. When there is a mystery about, or a quest, she will not stop until she has figured out the answer, with enough proof. She loves an adventure, so she goes everywhere within the clan or on quests just to get that. She only gets angry or mad when other cats question her authority, disrespect her friends, or are rude to her. Irisfeather considers herself a unique cat with her beauty, she is very flirtatious and always gets every tom. She want's to have kittens but needs to find the perfect mate. She has one sister, and they used to live in a forest far away. Once that forest wasn't safe enough to stay in anymore they left and eventually found Sunclan. She is very outgoing, kind, and loving just like her sister Fernshadow. The two siblings are very much alike but don't look a like.
Apprentice : Duskpaw
Rped by Jaypaw
Dawnfire : When you think of a star what do you think of? What are the words you use to describe it? Beautiful, bright, shining, a lot of them? Very well, that works. Now this she-cat is nothing like a star, but her sister is. Herself, she's more like dawn . A nice dawn, where you can still see the faintness of the fading stars. This she-cat looks nothing like her sister, besides the grey on her paws, and chest matches the grey on her sisters pelt. She may look nothing like her sister, but they act the same. You can see a great resemblance if you look past their fur. Dawnfire is a pale orange she-cat with silver/grey paws and a spot on her chest. Her fur resembles the orange of Dawn, and the grey the fading of the stars. Her mother named her Dawnkit, and made sure her name would be Dawnfire. Dawn for the Dawn, and Fire for the hotness of the stars. Her parents died when she was a kitten she struggled with this for a while but she soon moved on.
Rped by Jaypaw
Scorchfrost : This tom is arrogant, and a little bossy. He is impossible to communicate with, he never really listens. He loves to hunt and fight, because he is good at it. He has alway's enjoyed training as an apprentice, and enjoys teaching. He has always tried to be a good warrior, and he is very protective over his clanmates. He has dark orange fur with a little bit of white. He is the brother of Crescentdawn, he was a little jealous that she was made co-deputy. He is over his jealousy, because he know's that she deserved the position. He has good hearing, and he is muscular. He isn't the biggest tom in the clan but, he is pretty big. He has a long tail, and long leg's giving him a large height difference towards other clanmates. He uses, his size, and strength for his own advantages.
Rped by Jaypaw
Victorycry : A soft gray tabby she cat with golden eyes, she seems rather sweet and innocent. But Victorycry is a true go getter. She doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. Victorycry was born in Sunclan with her brother Trailblazer. They grew up a happy life as kits, until their mother was killed. Victorycry has a habit of nosing into other cats business. Half the time she doesn't even realize what she's doing. And its not that she thinks she's better than others, she just is always trying to achieve perfection. Victorycry is the hunter of her litter. She always comes back to camp with a great catch, and is valued for her keen senses. Even though she is an excelled hunter, her fighting skills still need work. Combat was never her stronger point, which she gets down on herself a lot for. Victorycry yearns for love, but she'll never admit that to anyone.
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Trailblazer : A deep brown spotted tabby cat with long fur. He is rather large and has piercing green eyes. Trailblazer was born in Sunclan, alongside his sister Victorycry. The two never knew their father and their mother was killed during their apprentice moons. Trailblazer is a silent and brooding cat. Most never understood him as a young cat, and still a lot of mystery surrounds him. Trailblazer is known for few things though. He is a skilled strategic and combat cat. He can fight for hours without giving up. It almost seems unreal. Trailblazer has a tolerance for pain, unlike other cats. But this has also led to some deep depression issues. Cats who have self harm are rare, but he finds pain as a good thing to take stress out on. He rather not hurt others, so instead he hurts himself. Trailblazer has always wanted to feel free from whatever chains have bound him. His depression came up sometime around his mothers death, but were evident before then. The lack of a father figure may have been to blame.
Apprentice : Lightpaw
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Burnrespire :That feeling of laying out in the sun, the world still and peaceful around you, warming your skin and making you sleepy. However, when you wake up, you find your body bright red with sunburn, pain echoing throughout your limbs. A wise person once said that too much of a good thing was not a good thing at all. This is true, and this is Burnrespire. She's normally a fun-loving, sweet, joyful young feline. However, when she gets bored with you, she'll cast you aside and leave you raw. Your feelings may or may not be hurt. Her pelt is a brilliant shade of amber-gold, and her eyes are a resilient yellow. All in all, a beautiful cat, but a not-so-pretty soul. There's a reason for this, a history in which she'd rather not discuss. Who can blame her? When her father murders her mother and flees the clan, its a pretty traumatic thing. Oops. Pretend you didn't hear that.
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Dahliafeather : Tree brown she-cat with green eyes and long fur. She am a short furred, battle-scarred she-cat with passion in her eyes and a sturdy, muscular build. She is restless and cannot stand or sit still, but she is a very good judge of character. Often found to be romping through the woods in search of hawks, and flirting with toms. This clever she-cat is both quick-witted and intelligent, with the grace of a cheetah and certainly the beauty of one, too. She can be the best and worst of both worlds - independent and clingy, loving and cold, authoritative and weak. Above everything else, she is intense about almost everything. Often considered mysterious because of her true feelings running so deep and she keeps her emotions hidden. Her intense desire to uncover things combined with their determination and loyalty makes her a leader at heart. She can be strong willed, almost to the point of being stubborn. She will use any information at hand to beat competitors and does not hesitate to move in for the kill. Rped by Secretkit*Birchfrost : Silver-white tom with teal blue eyes and a sleek form. He is a curly-furred, stout cat with lively eyes and large, widely set ears. He is a bit naive, but you will never find a more loyal friend than him. The color of hope and dignity, he is friendly and courteous. He is proud, but also loyal. Burning with hatred on the inside for the ones who threaten his Clanmates, but collected and cool on the outside. He wishes for a mate and kits, but he isn't quite sure about it as he can have a bit of a volatile temper like his brother Jayhawk.
Rped by Secretkit
Jayhawk : Blue-grey tom with long legs and storm blue eyes. His calm personality is subdued, and rather different from those of his friends. He is a shaggy furred tom with a more serene attitude and a scar down the side of the face, near the eye. He can be really rude and puts his foot in his mouth a lot, but he is a good fighter nevertheless. often stumbles while hunting, which is why he is better at fighting. He isn't very swift, due to his massive size, and he holds a grudge against the faster cats of the forest. Wants to be friends with everyone, but he can be cold and merciless sometimes if he's in a bad mood, though he is often calm. The exact opposite of wary, but he is rarely taken by surprise.
Rped by Secretkit
Greyfang : Pale grey tom with pond blue eyes and a proud, tall figure. A scraggly furred tom with determination in his eyes and long, abundant white whiskers. He is lazy, taking any excuse to sleep in and avoid his duties, but he would never intentionally hurt another. Owner to a cold personality, though he isn't one to point out the faults of others. His behavior is difficult to predict, and he has a vicious way with words- beware angering this explosive creature. He is considerably like fire. Gentle and warm to some as though he is a budding flame, quick and sly, like the flickering shadow of a candle, and explosive and ruthless as a firestorm. He will protect his clan with all his might, and unlike Dahliafeather, he is a shockingly proficient fighter.
Apprentice : Morningpaw
Rped by Secretkit.
Creekwhisker : Shadow grey tom with ice blue eyes and short whiskers. pleasant personality. He is a scraggly furred tom with passion in my eyes that are slightly crossed. He is impatient with other cats and can be overly critical of them, but is somehow smart and clever enough to make up for it. He likes to be looked up to, and tries hard not to let others down. Despite always acting playful and easygoing, he can be extremely serious when he wants to be, and he is quite clever. Handsome, happy, and a great friend. Someone you'd want on your side, someone who you'd have a reason to run away from if not.
Apprentice : Koipaw
Rped by Secretkit.
Fairstep : It seems so pointless. They are right there, right in front of our noses. The basic equation that any living being is made of, easy enough to break down. All cats, in essentiality, look the same; from their basic skeletal structure to their facial features and intricate fibers woven into their skin they all share a common cut out. But they don’t. The slope of the head; every degree is different. Some are harsh angles and broken glass, sharp and dangerous and beautiful. And then some are sloping valleys, cresting in gentle peaks and downy fur. Fair, and genuine. Her easy curves exude tender warmth and hospitality, kindness visible in every crevice and glimmer of pale green eyes. Her fur is soft to the touch, a beacon of her health and the pristine amiability in which she is sworn to. She is still young, and it is evident everywhere. From where the light brown undertones meet with chocolate tabby stripes, stretching across her fur in resolution to the white touches adorning her chest and legs like easy sighs among the subtle Earth tones. Her legs stretch up, and up, room to grow still evident in her stride. She walks softly, taking great care of where her paws are laid down and holds herself erect, nervousness and confidence battling for posture’s control. Competition rages for her reining trait, her mind waging war upon itself in a bid to find herself. Outsiders will notice her gentle nature, and inability to relax. While the thoughts rushing through her mind are not clearly written upon her sweet face it is evident there is much going on up there. And they notice her fearlessness, to speak up and out whenever she sees fit. And fairness, the trait that should be her namesake rather than her fair beauty. Her Clan notices her courage in tough situations, and her lack of faith in her chosen path. While she has agreed to study in the paws of StarClan, she questions her helpfulness and often herself, unsure of where her heart lies. The other warriors see her fire, a rose with well-concealed thorns, while the senior warriors and elders see docility and humility. And what does she see? She sees within herself. She believes and knows that nothing has ever been painted in black and white, and that all sides to a story are credible ones. She sees independence from overbearing parents. She has yet to see her ability to remain calm regardless of circumstance, and wisdom she has been gifted with far beyond her moons. But she sees herself, whoever that may be.
Rped by dolphinblood
Vintagereflection : A soft light touched down upon the lake, reflecting delicately off the glassy surface. White light reflects brightly into the dark night sky and shadows push in upon the the small ray. The top layer of the lake rippled from the steady, silent breeze. The methodical whistling of night birds echos and disturbs the otherwise silent night. A silhouette moves along the coastline soft footsteps all that's heard. The silhouette moves gracefully, gliding rather then walking upon the ground. The silhouette comes into focus and slowly reveals the features of a delicate she-cat. Shimmery, silver fur with nearly invisible stripes. Electric blue eyes that penetrate deeply into a cat's soul. A sleek and graceful body, with the aerodynamics of a cat with advanced agility. Sharp yet appealing facial features and an even expression. Driven by honour, her goal is to change the lives of others for the better. Reserved and observant, Vintagereflection is a melancholy type of cat. Ever since her brother was banished, for helping out a group of rogues, her personality has become a bit more withdrawn. She can be spontaneous with her actions and the she-cat often lacks to see the repercussions, as she had become accustomed to her brother guiding her. She is very fast moving and does not like to wait for others, Vintagereflection is a very quick thinker. She prefers to keep to herself during social situations although she will have the occasional in-depth conversation. Vintagereflection has managed to pick up some of the ideals her brother instilled upon her. She has learned to treat all cats equally no matter what their clan status may be and she can be a bit rebellious as a result of this policy. She is very straight forward and rarely lies, unless she is protecting someone close to her. She often lacks to take other cat's feelings into account and she can often seem quite brutish because of this. This blunt she-cat is loyal and determined and will work however hard she has to in order to achieve her goals. She is a perfectionist and will pursue her dreams wholeheartedly.
Rped by :Midnight:Flyer:
Leaflight : A perfect picture of beauty. A beautiful russet colored she-cat with light amber eyes, that look almost like yellow. She glows like the sun, so her name is Leaflight. She is petite and gracefully,but is an exceptional fighter. Leaflight uses her small size to her advantage. She makes her opponest think she is a harmless she-cat and fragile, then when their guard is down, she attacks swiftly. Orignally a loner kit, she stumbled into Sunclan as a small kit looking for her mother and father who abandoned her. Leaflight was named Leafkit and grew from a small kit, to a stong apprentince, to a great and amazing warrior. Leaflight strives to impress and make her clan happy and wants to feel accepted and loved. Leaflight looks for a mate in her clanand won't look further. She refuses to betray her clan and justs have to wait for a tom to catch her eye or the other way around.
Rped by jaymist
Zealousflight : All life demands struggle. Those who have everything given to them become lazy, selfish, and insensitive to the real values of life. The very striving and hard work that we so constantly try to avoid is the major building block in the person we are today. Busy, busy, busy. Work to be done and places to go, no time for rest where this tom’s concerned. Warrior duties really can be time consuming. Light on his feet and happy to help, Zealousflight lives up to his name. This tom always has work to do and is always busy doing it. His attitude is upbeat and friendly, despite his tireless slaving about. Zealousflight has bounds of energy and never seems to stop moving. With a dedicated heart and mindset, on the outside, Zealousflight always performs his duties to the best of his ability. However, underneath this unconcerned loyal façade is an internal storm. This tom cat wasn’t born into SunClan you see, no he was born to a rogue with a history as a notorious killer. So what do you do when dreams of your father still haunt you at night. Encouraging you to rebel and kill. Blood clouds his inner thoughts and sometimes he can’t escape the dark depths of his mind. That’s why Zealousflight is always keeping busy. If there is no time to think, then the thoughts will fade, right? And yet he still finds himself contemplating just how easy it would be, to take a life. To smash all of his competition, until he rules over not just SunClan but the entire forest. Zealousflight walks the line between good and evil, and just one little push could make him topple over, and possibly cause his life to spin out of control. Orange tabby fur, with russet accents and a white tail tip. Amber eyes the color of maple tree sap. Muscles, bulging from his skin and sharp claws that could easily be your end.
Rped by sleepingwithsirenss
Applewanderer : A petite, red-brown she-cat with green eyes and a white forepaw. Applewanderer is a shy and timid she-cat who lived most her life as a loner. She was born as a kittypet, but escaped from her nest at four moons, after her mother and five other siblings were adopted and given new homes. She managed on her own for a while, hunting in a section of territory near her old nest, until one day, Applewanderer met River, a new arrival in the area. He was young, feisty, and full of life, and it wasn't long before the two fell for each other. A moon later, Applewanderer was pregnant with River's kits, but their territory wasn't large or abundant enough to provide for a growing family. Determined to find a suitable home for his offspring, River went in search for a slab of land that would feed them all. He left Applewanderer, promising that he would return soon with a vision in mind of where they could live, as he claimed she was unfit to make the journey, seeing as though she was pregnant. Applewanderer waited for several moons, never giving up hope that he would return. When she finally gave birth, nine months after he had departed, the loner started to lose faith in her mate, thinking he had abandoned her and the kits because he didn't want to be a father. Together, they had conceived four scrawny bundles of fur, two of which resembled River, one that looked like her own mother, and another that was a mix of both parents. The two youngest died a few days after their birth, as she was unable to shield them from the cold weather that was starting to plague the area they inhabited. Weak from kit birth still, Applewanderer could hardly feed herself, nevertheless her two remaining kits. Eventually, the oldest kit, the one who looked like River, died of starvation, leaving her with only one child left, the most massive kit of the litter, who she named Plum. Eventually he died as well, for when she took him out hunting, he wandered off and was easily snatched up by a hungry hawk. By then, she had learned from another loner that River had been killed in a rogue attack a few miles away from their old camp. Distraught from losing everyone she had ever loved, Applewanderer traveled from place to place for countless moons, never fully awakening from the haze she was in until she reached SunClan territory, starved and dehydrated. She was instantly welcomed into the clan and given the suffix 'wanderer' for how they had found her the first day she arrived. Despite the care she was shown by her clanmates, Applewanderer hardly ever speaks to anyone, and if she does, it's in a low voice that is hard to hear. She is, however, kind and gentle once you get to know her well enough. She misses her kits and River dearly, but really wants to start a new family, as she is very lonely.
Apprentice : Duskpaw
Rped by *Hollypaw*
Serpentchain : Take it, let it come to you, pierce your heart, run you right through. That dagger he's plunged through your chest-- he's knows how to wrap you in the folds of his dangerous game and make you think the walls he's erected around you are walls of love. But don't be fooled. Otherwise it will be too late and either that wall he's formed around you, of lies and manipulation, won't be breakable and you won't ever escape, or you'll look down and see the hilt of the sword thrust through the wall and into your heart. This tom may not be muscled and massive, but he is tall and lanky with a wiry build, like a gangster cat. Dark gray-brown tabby stripes curve messily all over his muddy, bark-brown pelt but his luring eyes are what draw you in like a helpless puppy. They are a magnificent turquoise, an emerald green criss-crossed with aqua blue and strung all over with dashes and flecks of hazel, though the turquoise is more prominent. His tail is vine-thin and whip-like, as hard and bony and rough as chain since it's broken in several places. He is a half-baked alley cat, from the streets of Twolegplace, and he is a hard-core cat who holds his head high with pride and bows down to nobody; he will pretend to be obedient and loyal to those in high command, however, to wheedle his way into their good books and ensure a well-known place in the clan hierarchy. He is a mastermind with that sort of thing, and uses his natural social charm to get his deeds done. Whoever said you had to be a chiseled, muscular, smoking tom to get things done? He makes it work just fine. He loves tainting innocent things and showing kits the horrors of the world just to see their innocence break like glass. He knows that while kits may talk about battle and dream about taking down their enemies, that when exposed to the the real bloodshed, hardships, secrets, and cruelties of the world, that they are still so ignorant of it all. Well, I mean, they're kits, after all. Ever give him an apprentice and he will work them to the bone, strip them of health and break them from the inside out to mold them into a monster fighting machine. Just because he acts cool and collected on the outside doesn't mean that the monster in side doesn't still lurk. He may speak in curdling whispers to kittens and soothing advice to apprentices, and light-hearted forced jokes to warriors, but peel back that thin layer and you'll flinch away from what you see. He's ambitious and knows how to get things done, but he is not full-blown evil and is not the point where he would ever kill a cat. Mauling, severely injuring, blinding, and manipulating is not included in things he wouldn't dare do, so watch out for those chains he will try to lock around your neck. He will make that chain your lifeline and you will never be able to get free.
Rped by Forgotteη
Vanillarose : Life's too short to be sitting round miserable. People are going to talk whether you're doing good or bad. So listen up because this feline just don't give a blast. People might be mad in the morning but she's still going to party hard. It's only up from here; no downward spiral. This party-all-day, rave-all-night attitude comes from a fluffed up calico she-cat with murky amber/green eyes. She is pretty, full-stop, but that isn't what draws toms to her. It's her carefree, 'live life to the full' look on life. She doesn't believe in Starclan nor the Dark Forest, in actual fact she doesn't give any thought to her afterlife. Live in the present, leave your mark on the past. She is faithful to her clan but not a member you can rely on. You're more likely to catch her wondering through a different clan then sitting by you side sharing tongues. Her history you can sum up in, what, three words? Hyper; Trouble; Believer. Ever since a kit, if she has had a goal, she achieves it. Her name doesn't reveal much about her. Vanilla... I guess you can say she has a tropical temperament. Fiery one minuet, bubbly the next. Rose? Well, she is a magnet for toms and is usually caught in-between a thorn. Love life; live dangerously.
Apprentice : Crescentkit
Rped by cobwebpaw
Firefox : Firefox is a red and white tom with green eyes. Firefox is usually seen as a joyful and spirited cat. He has a strong faith in Starclan and he believes they will guide him. His determination for success makes him work hard to become the best warrior he can be, but sometimes that only leads him to injury. Firefox enjoys being social and interacting with others since he likes expanding his circle and finding those that will truly be his friend and maybe if he is lucky something more. He believes in doing the right thing and although he is normally respectful and well-mannered if he needs to speak up because it is clearly wrong he will such as killing an enemy kit for revenge. However deep down this is merely an act to cover up his past. In reality he is here because he believes that Sunclan with their loyalty and sense of values to their comrades along with this Starclan can help repair his sins. He is a quiet and paranoid cat afraid that one day the past will come back to bite him and he will either show his true colors like a fox being cornered or simply ran off before anyone gets a chance to hear the truth from him. He is afraid of himself constantly fighting the rebellious and prideful side of him who would rather break some of the rules just because he believes he can and trying to maintain this determined, loyal, righteous, and cheerful warrior character. He hopes one day that maybe he might find someone who he can tell all of this too and not be shunned or push away, but he is positive that there is no one out there for him. Before Firefox’s name was Blackblood and he was the leader of a group of street cats. They were thieves and would steal from anyone. Firefox didn’t mind causing trouble and he had no sense of value in the eyes of others. He would mistreat cats like they were his slaves by making them do hard labor and sometimes beating them if they misbehavior. One day Firefox decided to prove his gang, the Revolution was the top street gang out there he found and challenge the toughest gang that he knew in his area, The Vultures. It was an all out war as the Vultures fought to keep their territory and steal Firefox’s territory and Firefox trying to steal the Vultures. Unfortunately the Vultures won and took Firefox’s territory. Many of Firefox’s comrades were killed and those that survive were angry that their love ones were killed. So he ran far away too much of a coward to make amends and manage to find Sunclan after being stop by a patrol when he was resting. He was soon convince to join after hearing some of their traditions and secretly believing that this Starclan he never heard of can help repair his sins that the old him left behind. So when they ask him his name and that if he would swear his loyalty he changes his name secretly from Blackblood to Firefox and promise he would.
Apprentice : Emberpaw
Rped by KageKitsune
Wintergreen : Green eyes and silver tabby furred she cat. Wintergreen is a free spirited type. Much a kit at heart, yet stubborn and brave when needed. She lives for the moment, never slowing down, but don't let that push you away. Shes a kindhearted soul willing to slow down her life style if that means spending time with friends. If get graced with being called friend then you've found one of the most loyal-hearted in the clan attached to you. She doesn't like taking sides though. Shes willing to hear out both sides before letting her morals take over.
Apprentice : Solarispaw
Rped by Last~Echo
Peekingnose : A fluffy, pure white she-cat with blue eyes and a bright pink nose. She's a curious cat for sure. She loves to question all the things she doesn't understand and she has the will power to go and answer them for herself. Now, she may be a short cat, yet her intellenct is anything but. She's the type of cat that almost knows everything there is to find about the forrest but never brags about it or flaunts her knowledge. She is a very respectable, knowledgeable cat. She thinks rationally and is able to learn quickly. As an apprentice she never forgot a thing her mentor taught her and to this day she is still looking for things to learn and things to see.
Apprentice : Cheshirepaw
Rped by valiance.
Skylark : A she-cat with blue eyes, white fur, and patches of grey splattered over her pelt. She's a good-natured, motherly she-cat. She's genuinely kind and happy for most of her days and she tends to bring smiles to many of her clanmates. Nothing else could make her happier. Putting a happy face on her clanmates makes life for her worth living. She's a ray of sunshine; a sweetheart, and if it came to it she couldn't hurt a fly. No, she isn't the sort of cat that can handle fighting very well. She never liked the idea, and nor has she had many experiances with the typical tooth and claw.
Rped by valiance.
Meadowrose : Light brown she cat with splashes of white like clouds. Eyes the color of the open sky above her head. She loves the open land of SunClan territory. Loves to feel the wind and sun in her fur. Run through the grass, for run fast she can. Its her favorite pasttime and her way of bonding with her only remaining family member, her father. Being within trees makes her nervous, jumpy. She feels them closing in around her; the air being pushed from her body. Thats why she's happy and proud to be born and raised in her precious SunClan. She lives in each day, each moment. Refusing to let things bring her down. Even the storms that can ravage such open ground bring her joy. Maybe because she loves water. She's kind and light hearted, willing to do anything to help her clan; whether it be something little like moss for the elders, or laying her life down for another. She does not share the same hat as her father, Windwhistle, for non-clanborns. Though she doesn't like those she can sense to be evil. Bubbly and friendly, you could not ask for a more loyal companion. She is often strong minded; not afraid fo say what she thinks. She's not easily swayed and though she lives by the warrior code, she's not afraid to break it if she deems right.
Rped by Eclipsedmoon.
Kodiakember : She was once born right outside the old Rubyclan, she was a kit to a she-cat who had fifteen kittens, one to each clan and group. Her clan was Rubyclan, and when Rubyclan died, so did she. Kodiakember was Kodiakpaw in that time, and she wasn't suppose to die. It was an accident, thats why Starclan finally gave her a chance to live the life that she deserves. No one remembers the exact cats of Rubyclan, so none would remember her, but Kodiakember remembers the memories that Kodiakpaw had, the kings the queens. The first time she was born, and Kodiakember remembers both time she was born. She's happy that she was given a second chance, and she looks exactly the same, and this time she was born in Sunclan. Kodiakember has light brown fur with darker brown legs and flecks on her back. She has brown eyes, and often times Kodiakember slips something. Like how is the king doing? Most cats stare at her like she's crazy, and maybe sh