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Welcome, stranger. Whose land is this, the land you are so generously allowed upon, you ask? Well, it is StarClan's heavenly skies, of course. Ah, yes. StarClan. It is we that stake claim to this neck of the woods; it is we that roam these skies. This is home to the brave and noble cats that have passed on from the earthly world. Here, cats that were once those of the divided Clans are united, and care for each other like kin. Amidst these peaceful, prey-filled forests is the camp we call home. Us StarClan cats have no quarrels over land ownership, as our only enemies - the Dark Forest cats - make their home sky-lengths away from here. Trust is our core foundation; to us, all are innocent until proven guilty. As cats go, we are pretty laid back. We tend not to hold a grudge, as we like to believe that everyone is pure and good, deep down. While brave when it is called upon, and loyal to no end, we prefer to settle our disputes with words and not battles. However, should the need arise, we are quick to defend our Clan and the others down below with teeth and claws. So, you've thought twice about attacking us, have you? I thought so. Perhaps you'd like to join our kind-hearted ranks, then, hmm?
In any case, the best of luck to you, dear friend. Enjoy your visit!
Pyrusstar [blaze] | Rped by Shadowblaze
His eyes flash a will of fire, his between his lips you glimpse his feral teeth, but what would be his true desire, than to rise to power that he can reach. His pelt of gold, tipped with flame his dark grey eyes flecked with glowing embers can only seem to take the blame. Pyrus, Fire. Fire, Pyrus. His mother gave him the name Blaze and his bother the name Pyrus. This was before the sttack that separated the two leaving one kit abandoned and one destined for greatness. But which one has which destiny? Let’s just leave that for now hmm? He is a cat of interesting looks. In the sun he seems to smolder his pelt golden as the sun itself seeming to want to burst into flame at any given moment. His dark eyes, grey as soot, seeming as if life glows beneath. Scary right? Right, most avoid him at all costs. The tom didn’t get his brothers looks, all pelt aflame and such, but he did get the better part of the size and strength. What was that you asked? Does he know his brother is still alive and living well in Crowclan? Well he wouldn’t have chosen the name he bears in remembrance for a cat he thinks is alive now would he? So no he has no idea he still has kin. So that fateful night that broke the pair apart. He and his brother were only three moons old when the storm rolled in during the early evening. The black she cat swept in and didn’t even falter before taking out their mother, whose name Pyrusblaze could never remember, with a quick blow. The deep amber eyes flashing, the unknown she cat stalked forward her eyes seemingly draw to Pyrus and his flaming pelt, not evening noticing Pyrusblaze. He cowered in the corner of the den as the she cat picked up his brother and padded to the front of the den, turning to flash one last crazed look at Pyrusblaze muttering, “You lucky kitty you.” Then she was gone, a clap of thunder sealing her words. But was he lucky? She had taken his brother, killed his mother, for all he knew his brother had been thrown into the river they lived by. He could stay in the den no longer so he ran, away from the den that contained his mother’s body and so many other memories. He ran blindly barreling through the forest and only stopping when he barreled into a spotted cat taking to young tom by surprise. He had run into a cat known as Lynxblaze. Pyrusblaze was finally broken thinking he had run into another cat and this time they will finally kill him. But he couldn’t have run into a better cat at a better time, a time before the tom became a harden killer and was a member of Nightclan. Lynxblaze just picked up the young kit and padded towards camp not knowing what else to do besides take the kit to the Medicine cat and then to Wolfstar who ruled that the kit would be taken care of by one of the queens. And there he stayed in Nightclan, taking the name Pyruskit in honor of his supposedly dead brother. The kit grew up becoming the large, imposing tom he is today. Now that question about destiny, who is destined for greatness? That would be him, he is the one with the ambition to become a great leader. He has put all his being into training, becoming the best he can be. So will he Realize his destiny? That is all up to Wildstar to see his potential behind the rough exterior….You can now Call him by the honored name of PyrusStar having succeeded Wildstar after her disappearance.He lead the clan for a good few moons but never received his nine lives and died saving the life of Foggykit in the flood. He had kits with Freckleface and they all still live in Nightclan.
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Mockingjay|Rped by єυρhσяια
A dark gray tabby tom with distinguished, smokey gray stripes that shine with a blue tint. His eyes are naturally wide, very round, and kind-looking; a baby-blue color, eyes that truly seem to sparkle. Mockingjay has an alive sister in the clans, and visits her sometimes, whether in her waking hours or her dreams. He is generally a very sadcat, that dwells on memories and lost dreams, and tries to live his dreams whilst dead, in StarClan. He always fails, his attempts fruitless, his hopes short-lived. Which ends up disheartening him even more. He sort of rambles along, like a lone bag blown by the wind, unable to stop itself from flying anywhere, not knowing where it will go. He always wants to help others, to brighten their day somehow, and is really into surprises. He works hard to please his dead friends that have joined in StarClan, but waits for the day when his sister will join him so that they can have the fun they had when they were younger littermates. He believes that when his sister comes to him, everything will be better, and he will be loved again. He has encouraged her to die several times, but really just loves her so much, his actions alarm her sometimes. But he does not aim to harm; he is merely a sorry, lost spirit.
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Midnightreflection | Rped by Spotteddapple577
She says her life was fun while it lasted. Midnightreflection is a jet black she-cat with electric blue eyes that seem to stare into your soul. The young and beautiful she-cat was once a happy medicine cat apprentice. That was, until she came down with a rare disease. Hydroaloclypse a silent killer that slowly drained the liquid, food and life out of Midnightreflection. She was found by MoonClan when we was 5 moons old. Her father killed her mother, and threw her into and icehole on a frozen pond. She only survived by hanging onto the edge of the ice. MoonClan found her and nursed her to health. When she was healed, she spent her time in Fogcloud's den. She was fascinated by the art of healing and was shocked when she became MCA. But then came that fateful day. Midnightreflection lay dying in her den. She could hardly put together words. Her young sister, Mistkit came to her and told her she wasn't going to be with MoonClan any longer. She said a tearful goodbye to her beloved mentor and slowly her eyes closed. She awoke in StarClan where she became a former medicine cat. Now she is the best she can be. Now all she does is speak with her mentor in dreams and talk with her clanmates. Helping is a good thing for her. Sadly she feels like she should've lived longer...
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Dewberryleaf | Rped by Shadowblaze
Have you ever looked across a starry field and saw a purplish blur sweeping through? That would be Dewberryleaf. She is a lively cat that one, always in trouble, always up to something. She is the daughter of former Starclan leader Eclipsestar and Angel of Fate Berrystep, though you wouldn't know it by looking at her. Her dark pelt in unlike her parents and her lavender eyes almost unheard of. Her pelt is glossing to the point of putting of a purplish hue. Her paws, tail tip, ear tips, and a patch over one eye is a snowy white. She is a real daddy's girl tending to trail after he father everywhere he goes. She loves her siblings, most of all Creamybreeze. She is very protective of her brother knowing a secret he tries to keep from everyone. She hopes to one day become an Angel like her mother and a great cat like her father. She obviously has a lot to live up to.
Vixengrace | Rped by Shadowblaze
A chance at life taken before the first spark could take and smolder. The flame smotheredbefore the flare could become strong and bright. A dark cream pelt tinged with crimson brown eyes barely opened ever closed. Vixenkit’s life was never lived; she died not long after birth. Her mother had only left the den for a few moments but that fox had been watching, waiting for his chance to sneak in and kill her and her sibling, Blisskit, now Bliss in Crowclan. But the fox had only taken her, why had it only taken her? The pain she had gone through before death had taken it all away. She woke up crouched in a starry field shaking scared out of her mind. But she wasn’t alone for long, a grey cat appeared padding up beside the kit. He called himself Ecliseshadow, now Eclipsestar, and he took her in long before he became Starclan’s deputy. She has never found out that why the fox only took her, but she never regrets not living and is glad that life is good here in Starclan.
Shatteredghost | Rped by Spotteddapple577
Shatteredghost Illusions of the sunlight. The futures open wide. But this isn't what Shatteredghost feels. He feels... Shattered. His ghostly gray pelt with ice blue eyes is what gives him his reputation as a ghost. His whole family was killed in a forest fire. He was the one that was saved. His brother risked his life to save him and was burned. He can still hear the wails of his littermates and family as they coughed and shouted. When you ask why he is upset, reason clouds his eyes, slender strip of happiness there fades. He visits 'The Grave of the Unknown' sometimes. He says it's where his family was burned. He pads around on the soil thinking of his family. His blue eyes brimmed with tears he speaks. Only and few words over one area 'Thank you'. To his brother. The brown tabby had raced to the stream and dropped Shatteredkit before running back to grab his littermates. Then the memory is broken. That's all Shatteredghost remembers. You walk up to him and ask him what's wrong. As you go back to camp you try to persuade him to tell you. Somehow, it's sundown. He growls at you "This day is over the past is the past!" and he dissapears into camp. Some cats say the grave doesn't exist. All he says is "It's the proof of time!" and he races away. When he is happy his heart is a dance floor. He is jumping and running. But no /alive/ cat can say they've even seen that. He has scars from the flames scorching his gray fur. He is quiet handsome though. His gray tabby stripes set him off- would set him off from his siblings if they were alive. They all would've looked alike EXECPT he has the stripes. He knows to eavesdrop. On everything. It's what he does... He is Shatteredghost. Shatteredghost the brave? Shatteredghost the amazing? No just Shatteredghost. When he runs his muscles bunch under his pelt and push him foward. He only runs when he is alone. He doesn't want to be seen running. He doesn't want to be seen talking. He stayed in his den most of his life and stayed an apprentice for an extra moon. Be hated being looked at or spoken to. So he delayed his training and lie in his den watching the others have the life he wished he had. But that was the past. Being teased and jeered at for never becoming a 'true' warrior was the past. Now you have to think about tomorrow. Not the day after that not the day before. You forget the past when it happens and think about your next move. The scars on his strong shoulders show that is what he did. It always worked for him. With his massive size he easily fought the fox and rouges that thought they could take him on. He is sorrowful now as this battle is how he met his mate. They were like fire and gasoline neither good for the other just flaming it more. So they were no more. He had snarled at the she-cat "You can take this chance now or I can kill you!" so the she-cat fled MoonClan camp, never to return. Shatteredghost is satisfied now. Sometimes he feels like he is being slowly dragged into a bottomless pit never to return. This is 'bottomless pit' is actually flashbacks of his life. Nightmares he has. Except when he opens his eyes they never end. They won't end until /he/ ends. He tells no-one. He drags his paws and pins his ears when he is upset. So ld say every day of his life since that fire he has had his ears pinned. Guess his mood? He fears nothing. In battle he goes crazy. He doesn't spare your life because your young, or your old, or even because of the warrior code. He takes your life like his families life was taken. Mercilessly. Painfully. But you feel nothing because before you do it's over. Then he leaves your body where someone will find it. But when he is leaning over you to kill you, you look into his eyes and see something... Hesitance? It can't be... This is Shatteredghost the merciless killer. That's him. And then it's over. Your dead with StarClan. But when he dies he won't show up with you and StarClan. You have a nice idea of where he is going. But from every battle he's been in he never showed up there. They taught him in his dreams. To kill...
Whitefalcon | Rped by Leafpool1803
A muscular white tom with turquoise eyes. He is very skilled at fighting especially because of his powerful muscles! He enjoys hunting more though and is a very nice and generous cat. He misses his mates and kits,and wishes his kit serenitykit was still alive so she could grow up a healthy and strong warrior.nHe watches his kit leafkit the most and is worried about her future. Whitefalcon is loving, caring, and is great at leading patrols.
Silverwing | Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
A smooth pelted, blue-grey she-cat with cold, ice-blue eyes that have a hint of grey to them. There are many sides to her. She can be a kind, friendly cat and turn cold in a heartbeat. She tries her best to keep a smile on her face or at least not cry in front of anyone. Quick tempered, and acts before she thinks. Her past wasn't all fun and games. She was born in PondClan. Her mother, was Lionclaw, also of PondClan, while her father, Jaypool was born a tribe cat, making her part tribe cat. She has two brothers and one sister. A normal life, eh? That was until her father murdered her mother, right in front of Silverwing and her siblings. Of corse, he was exiled. Sure, it doesn't seem that bad, but you try holding yourself together, live life as if nothing bad ever happened, but know in your heart that the cat who killed your mother is still alive out there and you can't do anything about it. Many times she has wanted to leave PondClan to hunt him down and kill him for what he'd done, but she knows if she does that, she'd be no better then he was. Yes, her life has been filled with death, but whenever she's in a battle she thinks of all that sad things that has happened to her and she channels that into the fight. Her love life isn't any better. Whenever she falls for someone, they seem to find someone else. She tries her best not to fall for a tomcat, but she just feels so alone and unwanted that she can't help but try to find someone. Silverwing died falling in battle for PondClan.
Skyrose | Rped by Littlesnowpelt
A beautiful light grey she-cat with purple-blue eyes. Through her whole life,she lived as a loner.She was brave and knew how to live through life without any problems.She was a very kind and gentle cat who longed for a mate and kits, but sadly, it never happened.Her death was horrible and tragic. She was killed by a pack of dogs and nobody was there to save her.When she woke up in Starclan, she thought it was a dream. She had forgotten how she died and sometimes thinks about it once in a while.
Mintheart | Rped by Coolchic10
Mintheart has her name because her breed is called ragga muffin. Her fiesty side is always open, she will tear you to shreds. Her mind is bright, vibrant, and creative. It is hard to not like her, so if you don't want to be her friend, then don't meet her. She grew up as a kittypet in the same house. Her mother died when she was 10 moons. Mintheart loves to run and feel the wind in her fur.
Petalstream | Rped by bluefire3667
A blurred face looks upon you, soft voices cradle you, you feel warm and safe. The world is mute as you slip into a drowsy state. More blurry faces appear, some that you recognize. You smile, the voices and world fading into a sad memory. This is all Petalstream remembers of her death. Truly, she is a blessed she-cat. Her voice of pure symphony. Her crystal blue eyes seem to have known you like a friend. She is calm, and friendly. Her fur is layered with a silky white. Faint orange rings are visible on her legs and tail. An orange oval on her cheek brings out the serenity and beauty of this she-cat. Nimble paws carry her silently through dense undergrowth. Her smile warms hearts. This white wisp of beauty shouldn't be underestimated; she has fought the deadliest of the deadly; she survived many severe injuries - until her death, of course. Petalstream. Such a sweet name, but once you have really fought her, that name will sound sinful and harsh to your ears. She is really a nice she-cat, though. She will only fight if she's pushed to her limit; which is very far and not easy to reach. She is a stream of petals. So many vareties, so colorful, and each petal is gorgeous. Petalstream.
Cinderwhisker | Rped by xx.sapphire
Harshon the outside, loving on the in. She keeps her clan in order, with a watchful eye over them. She is a drop dead gorgeous siamese she-cat with sky blue eyes. Her fur is an off-white color, tinting it more towards a cream. She has black ears and a fading-into-black muzzle. Her paws and tail tip are black as well.She has a kind heart and always puts her clan first.Ifyou rise at dawn, then you're almost certain to meet this early riser well. When you speak to this certain she-cat, her voice is conflicting being both strong and soft. She's certain in her words, even before she says them, yet there's a delicacy to the way she says her words, like she cares deeply for anything that walks and breathes on this world. If she has an opinion, she's going to state it. If she thinks you're wrong, she's going to tell you. If she knows you're wrong,she'll argue with you until she proves to you that she's right. But she understands that no one is perfect, even her, and apologises any time she messes up or does something wrong, which is rare. She drowned, and came to StarClan.
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Flowerpaw | Rped by FallenBrook
Though her time came to quick and she left to early, her memory will live on for ages. She is a pale gray she-cat with a blue and a green eye, she has oblack tabby markings stretched through her fur. She was a very good kit but was raised as a rouge, her mother joined a clan in hope her daughter would live, but sadly she was to weak and had no immune system. She was great and will always be she was not needed on the physical world but in starclan to train to be a great warrior of the stars. She never knew how she was sick tell she passed away as she slept in the night. She wishes she could say goodbye to her mother before she did, she has vowed to try to help clan cats when they are sick.
Sleetpaw | Rped by XxxFrostbitexxX
Sleetpaw is a thick furred, white tom with a silver tipped muzzle. He is sleek, well muscled, large shouldered, and has a scar running down his right flank. He has one blue eye and one green, and is deaf in one ear. Sleetpaw was always calm and had excellent manners. He prefered to talk things over then fight, but when it came due, he would fight. When he was a half-moon into being an apprentice, there was a rouge group who attacked his patrol. One of them scarred his flank and left him bleeding on the ground. Though his clan mates tried to save him, he lost too much blood and died fighting for his clan. He has no regrets about how he lived his life, and likes it in starclan where he can watch over all the clans.
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Tinykit [whisker] | Rped by Prettykittywithclaws
This tiny cinnamon brown tom has white paws, muzzle and tail tip. His eyes are a warm amber, and much too big for his small head. Tinykit's frame is small, too. He's always been sickly and skinny, from birth to... Well, you know. He was born a whole moon early, and neither his mother nor his siblings survived the kitting. Luckily another queen had given birth a couple of sunrises earlier, and so she raised Tinykit as her own. Three kits from the queen's litter became his surrogate siblings, and kept him company. They were kind to him, didn't tease him for his size and even stood up for him. But he didn't make it very long; kitcough took him two sunrises before becoming an apprentice (though you couldn't tell, as he was the size of a newborn.) Now, he is alone again in StarClan's nursery. And it utterly devastates him - how he wishes for a friend, a companion... Even an enemy. As long as their there.
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