Dusktree
Roleplayed by SeepingStone
Dusktree is a dark brown tabby with glowing greenish-brown eyes. His favorite Season is leaf-fall. He is fascinated by how the leaves change colors and are stripped from their trees from the wind. He can't handle being heartbroken. His heart falls to the bottom of his chest like the leaves fall off trees. He is small, for a warrior. That makes him good at hunting, light and short. He is not so good at fighting, though. He is clumsy using his claws and teeth, and hates to harm other cats, even if they are enemies. His mate is Dawnflower and he has two kits, Morningkit and Nightkit.
Aspenhymn
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Deep in the woods, there are a ring of trees. Trees like no other. Bark so white and spotted with night. Thin and reaching for the sky. Never making a soung, even at the demands of the strongest wind. And when the times comes, these colorless trees sprout leaves of fire the burn the eyes. In the center of this circle, found in the center of the forest, sits a cat. A cat larger than most with a pelt that, brushed by the wind, dances. Yet, he is like the trees, sturdy enough not be be knocked down, but flexible enough to avoid conflict. He his colorless most of the time, but if you're lucky, you can see his bright colors. This is Aspenhymn. He is an abyssinian. With a aburn chestnut pelt, longer than most. His face is hard and cold, never showing emotion. His eyes are the palest of greens, even mistaken as gray or white. His pelt darkens and lightens in the designated spots, but is still relativly boring compared to other cats. Yet, it is on the most beautiful! Aspenhymn does not know his mother, and barely knows his father. His mother, a loner named Autumn, had a difficult labor and didn't survive. But with the help of a medicine cat from Fallclan, Aspenhymn and his younger sister, Squirrelbreeze, survived. Their father was very much like Aspenhymn, serious and emotionally stable. He mourned their mother, but didn't shed a tear. Aspenhymn, or Aspen as a loner kit, looked up to his father. His father, Canyon, could be said to be proud of his son. The tom looked up to him and tried to be just like him, but Canyon did not approve or disaprove Aspen's behavior. He taught him things and showed him how to do things properly. But on a hot summer day, Aspen's father was lost in a forest fire.As a kit, Aspen was childish and open to others, but growing up on his own changed his ways. He supported him and his sister until they were the age of apprentances, when they were discovered by Fallclan. Pursuaded by the medicine cat, who birthed the kits, and the apprentances and sympathetic queens, the two joined Fallclan. Aspen became Aspenpaw and Squirrel became Squirrelpaw. Aspenpaw took his training seriously, never goofing off. The other apprentances began to fear him. Although he was very handsome, mature, and wise, he was intimidating and frightening. Sometimes even called a heart breaker for being so "Cold Hearted" But actually, he never showed his heart. Aspen cares a lot about his clan mates, he fights to protect and hunts to feed. Although he doesn't show it, he cares, he simply believes that it is harder to protect when you are too busy acting childish.
Revolutionaryspirit
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Her father, very much like her brother, never spoke much or achknoledged her. Her brother, always admiring their father, would copy him and ignore her as well. Although, Squirrel(As that was her name as a child) taught herself to hunt and how to behave. At the age of apprentancehood, they lost their father. It was a blistering hot summer, and forest fires were common. A storm approached. With a single smite of a lightning, the forest went up in flames. Their father never lasted. The two kits managed on their own. Running from wild dogs, foxes, badgers. Finding their own food and escaping nature's worst. But one day they were discovered by Fallclan. She wished to join more than ever, but her brother was hesatant. The medicine cat, who helped their mother during labor, pursuaded Fallclan's leader to allow them to join with the help of the apprentances and sympathetic queens. They soon joined as Squirrelpaw and Aspenpaw. The two became warriors quickly after a short while of training. Aspenpaw was more distant from other cats than Squirrelpaw. She made friends quickly, due to her friendly and playful aura. Now, as a warrior, Squirrelbreeze is still friendly and playful, now with a hint of flirtatious attititiude. But she still has an innocent heart, not touched by heartbreak. But torn between her lack of a mother and the emotional abandomnent of her father and brother. Although, Aspenhymn, as what his name is currently, as become more protective and open with the social society is his opened up too. At one point in time she grabbed hold of their father’s throat. She resembled their father very much. He always found her annoying and avoided her. His mother loved him very much. But he was very distant from his father, even though his father was always around. Being born into Fallclan makes him a Fallclan cat, and he took that seriously. He never liked it when other kits or apprentices played battle by pretending to be cats from another clan besides Fallclan because he took it very seriously. He didn’t like the idea of even pretending to betray the clan. Revolutionaryspirit had never shown any interest in she-cats, but many have shown interest in him. He is a very handsome cat. His pelt starts out as a light gray with very faint tabby stripes, but they were more distinctive around the face. His eyes are a very beautiful tone of yellow, faint and soft. Lots of she-kits would confess their love for him and fight to be on his team in a game that he didn’t want to play. As an apprentice, she-cats would always blush around him, especially when he would look their way-even though he never meant anything. As a warrior, she-cats would blush around him and always give him complements and the largest piece of prey. One wouldn’t say he appreciated the adoration, in fact, he disliked it very much. All the tom-kits would play attack him and would get too rough. The apprentice toms would play mean pranks on him because none of the she-cats would like them. Although as a warrior they left him alone more, but still snuck his catch from under his nose and always were to aggressive in training. But all the she-cat apprentices adored him and kits loved him and adored him, even the tom-cat apprentices. You could say he liked the kits and elders over most of the other clan cats. The kits adored him and gave him complements and begged him to play with them. The elders were always polite and gave him complements and advice. He could often be found listening in on their stories to the kits. He likes kits, but never thought of having his own. He can’t ever imagine having a mate. She-cats were to annoying for him, always blushing around him. He lacks many friends who are warriors because of his hard childhood with them. But he still loves his clan with all his heart and always has time for kits and elders.
Everlastingnightmare
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Nightmares. Nobody likes them. They cause us to leap from our beds drenched in sweat and breathing like a monster was chasing us down. They make us reluctant to go back to bed for we think of no dreams but nightmares instead. Everlasting nightmares. Now that is something we fear. A vulgar nightmare, they scare us and taunt us and fill us with fear. One that never ends. We all know what we can call this. Well, he can relate. Everlastingnightmare is a cat, too. A handsome cat, very very handsome. With gingery brown locks of soft sweet fur. It’s auburn chestnut tone is the pure example of Fall itself. His eyes are precise and sharp, their fern green color can be illuminated to a limeade shade that makes your mouth water. Temptation. He can be a very flirtatious cat, always impressing the females and daring to go beyond the limits set out for them. He is very arrogant and childish often, but can show off an adult appearance with pride and wisdom he lacks. He hates it when he spots families enjoying each other’s company. His mother was a runner, never staying with the same tom for long. His sister became the same way as their mother. His brother became a bully, a gang cat, mugging city cats who walked down dark allies. His dad was an abusive tom. His mother only staying until he was 4 months old, running off to have kits with another tom. Starclan only knows how many have siblings he really has!!! His father often gambled, yes, cats can gamble-just in a different way, in the old garage of a tom cat named Scratchy. Scratchy often held parties, you could say he liked this little kit-who happened to be named Nightmare. Scratchy was like Nightmare, and his siblings Monster and Bling’s godfather. When their father came to gamble, Scratchy would slip the kits a sardine. Even if Nightmare never got to eat his because Monster would beat him for it, he appreciated the thought.
Deadfern
Roleplayed by jubilee.
A gloomy name to accompany an equally gloomy tom. Originally named Deadkit for his soft, pallid gray pelt and pale blue eyes, he has a blank, lifeless look about him. He was built for speed, leanly muscled, with large paws and a sleek physique. Born to two parents he doesn't remember well, they left Fallclan when he was a moon old, leaving Deadkit all alone, siblingless and parentless. He has no problem talking to others, but his soft, drawling tone evokes little desire to talk with him in others. He doesn't seem able to summon happiness, or anything like it. He is a fine warrior; strong and fast, but with little motivation. Deadfern lets no one grow close to him, pushing away those who try to decipher the meaning of his dreariness. He would never admit it, but he is being eaten away by guilt on the inside, believing it was him that pushed his parents to take all his siblings away but him. Constantly weighed down by the fact he wasn't ever wanted throughout his life, he believes himself to be something of a misfit, even though he caused it himself. He doesn't believe he could be of any use to anyone, despite the fact he's one of the faster and smarter cats in the clan. What he lacks in physical strength he concedes for in cunningness he never puts to use. Overall, his potential is magnificent, if only the the right cat could come and make him live
up to it.
Pantherstrike
Rped By *Jaypaw*
Pantherstrike is a gray tabby tom with black stripes across his pelt. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green and he has a white muzzle. Pantherstrike has a slender body with\ rippling muscles. He is a handsome and charming cat that woos many mate-less she-cats. Now, you may think that such a tom would be large, right? If so, you would be wrong. He is actually a small tom with small whiskers, he is only slightly larger than an apprentice. Pantherstrike was teased, taunted, picked on, made fun of, and bullied for his small size by his denmates; his family and any friends he had never made fun of him and even stood up for him. He was miserable due to the bullying. Due to the verbal abuse, he began to have a tsunshun personality. He became hostile and sour to his tormentors, but he became depressed and sad when around his family and friends. Pantherstrike stood up for himself when he confronted the bullies and they never bothered him again and if they did, they were ignored. He still faces taunts now, but he doesn't let them bother him anymore. Pantherstrike replaced his tsunshun personality with a friendly, outgoing, and charismatic personality. His big personality makes up for his small size. He hopes to find a mate and have kits, but he will be fine if he doesn't. Pantherstrike wants to be a respected warrior; respected for his talents of hunting, fighting, and his devotion to his clan as well as his big personality. Not taunted for his small size.
Lioncatcher
Roleplayed by Russetfurshadowclan
For the saying "his bark is worse than his bite might not just refer to dogs. Lioncatcher is a large darker red tom cat; he is a fairly large cat, so combining his thick lush pelt and his amount of muscle may come across as intimidating-- but in all honesty, he could quite possibly be the friendliest cat you've ever come across. Of course meaning that, he is no pansy; he excelled in his warrior training and is known for being a great fighter in combat. His muscle weight weighs him down, making him not the most agile but he makes for in in the power of his swift blows, and powerful hits. Lioncatcher is not quite sure of where he came from, or who his parents are- in fact, no one does. He's been told he was always raised in FallClan, but was found in the nursery without a queen to claim him. At the time, a few warriors set out to try to find if there had been a cat that had dropped him off, but they found nothing. As kind as he is, his stubborn streak can come out at the worst of times; generally in an argument or when he feels belittled. Lioncatcher is quite handsome, he always has been. His luminescent emerald eyes are the killer, or in fact the bait. There have been many situations where he could have had a mate, but he's always felt there's a reason he should wait, as if there's fish weights weighing down on him, a constant reminder.4
Finchnose
Roleplayed by zu-bat
Finchnose has a slim and tall frame, with long legs to help him run swiftly over the moors. His coat is pretty short - poor protection from the high winds, but helpful in summer when the sun's rays warm him. He is a curious mix of colors. His chest, muzzle, and paws are pure white, as well as his belly. The whiteness continues onto the underside of his tail as well. His ears are large, and could be considered disproportional to the rest of his body. They are colored brown, as well as the top of his head and his neck. However, darker brown tabby stripes start at the top of his forehead and travel down to the base of his neck. A thick section of ginger starts around his scruff and covers his shoulders and the first half of his front legs. The rest of his back is a mix between brown tabby and the orange of his scruff. His coat is kept clean at all times, as he is very particular about it. Finchnose is inclined to be dry and sarcastic. He teases everyone and is often construed as impolite and lazy, especially by the younger cats. However, those who can tolerate his cynical comments can find his company enjoyable. From his kithood he has learned to be comfortable in a crowd, so he finds it easy to make friends and be civil with others. The only exception is when he feels very strongly about a subject, and when he is in a circumstance when being formal or diplomatic will soften the point he is making. Finchnose forms many opinions and has something to say on almost every subject. Though not arrogant, he rarely doubts himself and often uses his gut instinct when forming opinions - a practice that is ridiculed by his critics. However, like any good warrior, he knows to ask trusted friends when at a loss rather than judging a subject about which he is ignorant. Finchnose also tends to be cautious in his decisions. This caution stems from his pessimistic outlook, a trait that emerged in his first winter. Finchnose hesitates ever to make the first move in arguments or battle plans and is more comfortable defending himself and his clan than attacking others. His pessimism is very apparent in normal circumstances. However, in times of crisis or strain, Finchnose is optimistic in the way that he is persistent and refuses to give up. In matters of life and death, Finchnose refuses to accept what does not agree with his ideas and will optimistically believe that if they work hard, matters can always be amended. Being a wise senior warrior, he is a good strategist and meticulous in his plans. However, his pessimism works against him at times. He feels that his carefully made plans are never perfect, always that he forgot something - that it has to be changed. Finchnose expects the worst and often overestimates the enemy, making him very nervous right before important events such as battles. Finchnose loves to be prepared, a trait that helps him in making plans. Being unprepared is like asking to lose, he says. Because of this, he also likes to know any and all news of the other clans and the forest in general. He often asks clan mates for information or quietly slips his questions into conversations at gatherings, so that it does not seem that he is prying.
Mousestep
Roleplayed by Lucidious
A leath grey and white tuxedo tom,paired with mesmerizing moss-green eyes.Skilled at climbing trees you try to watch his movements as he advances towards your shaking form.But your eyes cant track his movements.You know he's there,you can hear his sweet sing-song voice taunting you as he closes in.Suddenly he crashes down on you from the tree tops,which to your surprise doesn't knock you off his paws..he's so tiny! you try to hold back a giggle but fail miserably,he's just so cute you cant help but laugh! wrong move loner,this makes the minute clan cat madder than he was.He rakes his claws across your exposed eyes,snagging one so badly half of one rips off,he leaves it there dangling from your face by a few grotesque tendrils of flesh.Beyond the battle field he is like a whole other cat,becoming peaceful,mild mannered,and down right kittish and a complete ditz that will believe anything you tell him.However the fierce loyalty he has for his clanmates is what Leeds him to become a horrifically cruel fighter when he fights,believing the ends justify his means .
Coalwalker
Roleplayed by Nightvale
Coalwalker is a very handsome tomcat, there is no doubt about that. His fur is short and soft, the type that doesn't need constant grooming to look fantastic, but is always soft and shining. He's tuxedo marked, black and white patched, and the opposite colors set the other off so he seems to be made of pure ivory and glinting ebony. His chest is white, and stomach, as well as all four of his paws. His muzzle, his throat, and part of his tail consist of the same snowy color. The rest of him is pitch black, inky and dark and handsome, absolutely. He has expressive green eyes, that squint when he's happy and darken with grief or anger. They can look quite cunning, but more than that they often glint with a flirtatious look of coquetry at passing she-cats, and laugh as he plays and banters. Coalwalker's build is average, for a tomcat his age. He is not stocky nor lanky, but has large paws, indicating he will grow more before he's fully grown. He has broad shoulders and tough muscles, a long tail and a masculine, thick neck. His ears are tulips, pricked constantly, and his whiskers, the silver of the moon, twitch with every emotion. A charming little devil, Coalwalker is, every emotion and feeling racing across his soft face, glinting in his wolfish eyes, rumbling through his soul. Coalwalker's not a cat to play by the rules. He does what he wants, when he wants, and if you don't like it, that's not his problem. He is an incredibly adventurous cat, always dragging his friends into trouble. He's very mischievous, and must constantly have excitement in his life. Whether it’s against the warrior code or not, he doesn't care, but often is able to get out of trouble with thinking up clever excuses that always seem to make perfect sense. Luckily for him, he's an incredible liar. He is a quick thinker that can come up with excuses on the spot, and almost always has a back-up plan. He's intrigued by many things, and loves to explore and discover. If curiosity truly killed the cat, he'd be dead within a few days, as this little daredevil can't resist poking his nose into every little thing he sees. Coalwalker's a real joker, his wit and sarcasm always enough to make a gloomy cat laugh. He is quite friendly, though sometimes his remarks will sting a bit. He is quick to judge cats, always trying to pick out those who he can trust from those he can't. If he takes a disliking to you, he will act very aloof, and any remarks he makes will be sharp-tongued and scornful. Coalwalker is strong-willed, and even stubborn at times, and will flat out refuse to do something he doesn't want to do. His stubbornness is one of the reasons he's terrible at following directions, because his way is the only way. He is very confident and certain of himself, sometimes overestimating his abilities. That usually gets him into loads of trouble when he finds himself stuck in a situation he can't weasel his way out of. Usually he is pretty laid-back, but he has a fiery temper, not hesitating to take an ear if a cat gets on his nerves. His jeers can be merciless, and his retorts are sharper than claws. However, he will easily forgive cats if he sees they are sincerely apologetic. He's very blunt, preferring to put things as they are rather than dancing around the subject. Coalwalker is a very independent cat, preferring to work solo rather than with others. He's pretty social and friendly, but if he had to choose, he would rather be off on his own than chatting with other cats. He is a quick thinker who can formulate complicated, detailed plans in mere seconds, and picks things up very quickly. If a cat were to teach him something new and confusing, he would adapt to it with ease, as if he had known it his whole life. His reflexes are incredibly quick, which is one of the reasons he does well in battle despite his small size. He certainly isn't the smartest cat in the Clan, but has an above average intelligence. He tends to be very indifferent to other cats problems, and is quite a bit selfish, being taught that only the strongest survive, and you aren't the strongest if you feel pity. However, he's very brave, and will not hesitate to rush into battle to save the ones he cares about. He gets over deaths very quickly, and though many see this as being uncaring, he knows that there will be far more in his lifetime, and he can't cry over all of them.
Ebonyflame
Roleplayed by Silverlight123
Smouldering, fire licked the bottom of the wooden post like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk, crackling, playful, gentle at first, fire flickered, flared, leapt, spat, shower of sparks like a fountain, plumes of black grey smoke, wound itself around the post like a great hungry serpent, devoured everything in it's path, choking clouds of noxious smoke, inferno, blazing, out of control, ash floating to the ground like great dirty flakes of snow, showering onto everything, sprinkling onto the ground.~ Ebonyfire is a large black tom cat, with ginger splashes throughout his fur, and hypnotizing grey green eyes. His personality is playful at first, a joke at your expense maybe? But just like a fire, he slowly begins to consume you, controlling you like a human does a puppet. Ebonyfire is a charming cat, often using that to his advantage. He is often described as emotionless or cold, having been so his whole life. Ebonyflame is often quick to lash out, ignoring anyone elses opinion on the matter. He’s an ambitious tom, and will do anything to get what he wants. Ebonyflame doesn't trust a soul, finding that trusting someone always leads to betrayal. Ebonyflame is a major pessimist, always seeing the dark side of the situation. He’s cool and calculating most of the time, seeming to see into the inner soul of a cat. He has a way with words, and can talk his way almost any situation. ~ The glowing embers leaped and twirled in a fiery dance, twinkling like stars in the hot swirling air before cascading to earth like gleeful fire fiends, setting alight the tinder dry forest of high August.~
Finchbreeze
Roleplayed by Jeason567
A ginger tom with bright blue eyes and brown and black patches with grey flecks on his legs.He is fast runner and fighter and he can out smart a fox or even a twoleg.He is quite guy until you get to know him.When you get to know him better he will talk to you and warm right up to and is overly trusting.
Batwing
Roleplayed by Racing_Girl
The little tom is well characterized by his overly large feet and ears. Of course he never noticed any of his abnormalities, in fact, Bat doesn't think anything is wrong with him. Hes also very thin, which might explain why his ears and feet seem so big! He has an extremely short white coat that is dotted with dark grey spots and large round avery eyes. His tail is slightly shorter then most cats and is very thin and boney that makes him look even more odd. Bat is a poor little fella in the eyes of those who are not Bat. In fact, he spends every day of his life on top of the world. Some say its because hes so easily amused and some even say its because hes stupid, but Bat knows its just because they are too worried about appearances and don't know how to have fun and enjoy the small things in life. He avoids conflicts as best as he can, which sometimes might seem slightly ironic because he is usually the start of these conflicts (but Bat couldn't understand why anyone would be angry at him so he often times goes on thinking that whoever is angry at him is actually angry with someone else). He does in fact talk in third person, often carrying out long conversations with himself this way. The way he sees it, if he can be friends with himself why can't others? A little odd yes, but in his mind its a brillent idea that others should strive to follow. This odd tom has trouble making friends at first, but he has a heart of gold and is working to do anything to make those around him smile.
Ghostpaw (light)
Roleplayed by Squirralpaw
Mentor | Supernaturaldemon | leafpool1803
Ghostkit is a short pelted silver tabby tom with mysterious golden eyes and a slender build. He is always nervous and always twitching with anxiety. The silver tabby has always been jumpy around others though once he gets used to you he isn't as bad. Because of his nervousness he isn't very good when it comes to hunting. Unlike with hunting Ghostkit is better at fighting since he goes into a frantic defense mode and attacks anyone he sees as a threat. His fighting skills can be both good and bad depending on the severity of the fight. The tabby tom is shy around she-cats and develops a stammer when talking to them.
Shadedtheory
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Some cats call her psychotic. Why wouldn't they? She acts just like that.. A psychopath. Everyone thinks she's a crooked little cat, that's always trying to catch that crooked little mouse.. Ah, I found the perfect nursery rhyme to match her. It goes like this: There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together in a little crooked house. Remind you of anyone? Well, it should. In fact, it matches her life almost completely. At least, the beginning of her life. When she was a kitten... When she was first born, She had two other siblings, and back then her name was Eclipse. It was given to her by her mother, who she and her siblings, Patch and Dill, were stolen from once they were old enough to be seperated from their mother. Her mother wasn't owned by Twolegs. She just lived around them, like under their houses, in their yards... Some didn't care, others weren't so friendly to the she-cat. Eventually their mother met a tom, got pregnant, and boom, Shadowedtheory, or Eclipse, was born. The reason she was called Eclipse was because she had an all black coat, with a white crescent shape stretching across her left eye, which was a matching dark blue to her right. Now, back to when she was taken. She and her siblings had been playing, out in the open, while their mother rested nearby. The twolegs that lived in the house had never exactly enjoyed their company. But, there they were, chasing each others tails as if they were mice, when the owner, scooped the three of them up, trying to calm them with cooing. All that made the three siblings think was that he was some maniac trying to make them fall asleep with his sleep spell... But that's not what he was doing. What he did was put them in a cat carrier, load them up in a monster, and take off. Scared out of their wits, the three siblings huddled together, watching with fearful eyes. After a few minutes of driving, they arrived at a busier place, with many buildings and twolegs walking around. The twoleg that captured the three kittens took them into a small store - it seemed to be a pet store - walking up to the counter and placing the container they were being held in right in front of another twoleg. They talked awhile, then the store owner took the kittens from the carrier, and placed them in with many other cats. Months went by with them being there, when finally, Eclipse caught a customer's eye. Now, by then, Eclipse had become rather anti-social, and enjoyed the company of her mind rather than actual cats. The customer was a man, a seemingly crooked man. Of course, since he was a crooked man, he had to have a crooked cat. And that's what he picked. He picked Eclipse, and took her home, where she thought she belonged. But she soon grew tired of being with the crooked man. He was a complete lunatic. So she left, and found her way to a place where wild cats survived. She stayed here, catching crooked mice, and enjoyed her time in her crooked little mind.
Dawnflower
Roleplayed by SeepingStone
Dawnflower is a ginger she-cat with sparkling amber eyes. She was born a good swimmer, with long legs and a skinny figure. She has a long tail and huge paws. She prefers cold over hot, and water over fire. She is great at climbing trees because of her long legs. She is a very swift runner and can can pull off a fighting move without you expecting it. Her mate is Dusktree and she has two newborn kits; Morningkit and Nightkit. Her favorite piece of prey is probably a squirrel. She loves staring up at the sky and looking at the shapes of the clouds. I reminds her of her kithood.
Tigerkit (Dust)
Roleplayed By *Jaypaw*
Have you ever seen a cat that looks exactly like a tiger? With dark orange fur and black stripes, a white chin, and orange eyes? Well, heres a tom who looks exactly like that, but in his eyes there are darker orange dots, like someone threw orange dust in his eyes. Tigerdust, is a bulky tom that is a smaller, live replica of a tiger. Tigerdust is bulky, and most cats are afraid of how muscular, and how he towers over other cats. Whenever he battles the tiger comes out, and it looks like he is a real tiger in the midst of battle. Whenever he snarls, or hisses he sounds like a tiger. He has the personality, and attitude of a lion. He often switches tempers from kind and sweeet, to rude and mean. It all depends on his mood, he's looking forward to having kits so there are more cats with his fur pattern. He is very flirtatious by rubbing up on she-cats. He has different likes and dislikes, one of his likes are swimming, most people don't know but tigers are the only big cats who enjoy water.
Rowankit (Flame)
Roleplayed By *Jaypaw*
There are two meanings of Rowan, a scarlet berry, or a mountain of ash. Scarlet berries can be sweet, while a pile of ashes is nobody's cup of tea. If you add these with some flames, you get a scorched berry, and some deadly flames that turn everything into ashes. Rowanflame is a tom with a bad temper, easily ready to snap at anyone, while other times he can be sweet, and kind. He can easily destroy everything in his path with his speed. With a flicker of burning flames he will burn you, and leave a pile of ashes. Rowanflame is a long legged tom with bright orange eyes, he has grey paws, a splotch on his chest, and grey ears. His orange eyes are outlined in grey. When battling this tom brings out the fire within that he had been nurturing for that battle. He brings it out, and unleashes it with fury. All your see is a flash of orange and grey, and you think that your getting attacked by fire, and ash. That how it feels, with every bite, and scratch your wounds feel like fire. Rowanflame enjoys hunting, and running loving the feeling of wind in his fur and spreading the flames, he hates water with a passion. He hates it, despises it, and some cats think it's because it would put out the flame. Rowanflame is a very determined cat, and never shows his feelings to anyone, it's very hard to guess what he is thinking. He has one brother and his name is Tigerdust, they had been through a lot, and they enjoy causing trouble within Fallclan.
Foxkit (runner)
Roleplayed By 7equestrian7
Foxrunner has not had an easy life, but one would not know by simply judging his character. His mother, who was a loner, died just a few days after giving birth to him and his siblings; Lionkit, Stagkit, Bearkit, Wolfkit, and Deerkit. The tiny kits were left scrambling around the Fallclan border where they were born. They waited and waited, struggling for warmth and just hoping that someone would find them. Luckily, their wishes came true and a Fallclan she-cat found them and brought them back to camp. Foxkit, at the time, found his way in the clan very quickly and fit in with the kits and apprentices due to his mischievous nature. He was very thin as a kit, but was always healthy. As a kit, Foxrunner’s favorite thing to do was to sneak up on unsuspecting warriors and attack them from behind. In fact, Foxrunner still does this to this day. Thinking of some aspects of Foxrunner bring to mind an actual fox. He is extremely clever and loves to build things using logic, especially traps for prey. If prophecies are shared with him, Foxrunner can make sense of the scrambled words. Foxrunner is quiet and sneaky, and an extremely fast sprinter. He is always challenging cats to races and he always wins. The tom emanates all of these qualities while hunting, proving him to causing him to be one of, if not the best, hunter in Fallclan. Like a fox, Foxrunner is fierce in battle, but he is not nearly as talented at battling as he is at hunting. As for appearance, Foxrunner is the exact feline version of a red fox. He is covered in short carroty orange fur that shines luminously in the sunlight. An unsymmetrical yellowing white patch covers his chest. Foxrunner’s eyes are the lightest, brightest green eyes you may ever see in a cat. They are like the first small leaves that appear during Newleaf... new and fresh and hopeful. Foxrunner’s stature is very lanky. He has long, slim legs that lead into his short back. His tufted ears appear to be too large for his head. Some may call Foxrunner awkward and gangly, which is probably accurate. However, most cats see him as the handsome tom he sees himself as. However, there are some ways in which Foxrunner does not display characteristics of a fox. The last thing he would want to do would be hurt another cat. Foxrunner is also extremely protective over his clan, especially over his siblings and the kits. The tom loves kits and loves to play with them even more. He would love to have a mate one day that is fun and would be mischievous with him, but is serious when need be. He would love nothing more than to have kits of his own one day.
Pearkit [tomato]
Roleplayed by MintOwl
Small and serious. That seems to sum up all of Peartomato. He is slightly smaller than average, but he has a nice, stocky build to him. He doesn't notice that, though. All he sees is how short he is compared to a lot of toms. He is about the size of the average she-cat which earns him a lot of taunting from the older warriors. Even as a kit, the older kits and apprentices would pick on him and boast about how big they were in front of him. This made Peartomato bitter and always serious. He is always striving to work harder and show them he can be better than them. What's mainly wrong with that plan, though, is that he never notices when he gets better. He is very handsome, despite his size, with beautiful white fur, patched with dark jet-black splotches. His eyes are a fierce yellow and stand out against his plain fur, which seems to have enhanced it's appearance.
Mountainkit [dew]
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A down to earth kind of tom cat, laid back and easy going. He is a large tom with rugged tabby brown fur and green eyes and is protective of his siblings, especially Milkbone, who is deaf. He's a kind, loyal, trustworthy tom that takes his duties seriously. He also knows when to have a good time, often enjoying a good chat with someone or just going on a patrol. He is a terrible hunter and runner but he makes that up in battle. Sometimes he is stubborn and cautious but he's a good tom. He hopes to one day find a mate and have a few kits. Mountainstar also has a nice ring to it, but he wouldn't mind if that name never changed.
Llamakit { dust }
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A random furball of fun is certainly a great description for Llamadust, who always tries to have fun no matter what the situation. Her appearance consists of a poofy cream colored pelt, with various hues of speckles. She has unusual long ears, with more rounded tips. Llamadust is crazy, but it's the good kind. She always is the life of the party, and often gets other cats to go out after dark and act like hooligans. She is certainly favorited by many.
Lightningkit { dust }
Roleplayed by -Earthbound-
No matter how hard you try, you won't ever be as great as Lightningdust herself. You may be able to make her laugh at your futile attempts, and get her to taunt a few hurtful words at you, but you'll never be better then her, so why even try? Her taunting tone, her sharp tongue, her reckless nature, all these describe this dusty white she-cat with the electric golden eyes. She'd quickly give her soul to the Dark Forest for selfish needs, which some believe she already has. She's a vigorous, toned Fallclan member, although, her mother wasn't of Fallclan. Her mother died the day Lightningdust was born, which led to her growing up with a queen who she never accepted as her mother. She also grew up a bit insecure about herself, but found a great passion to escape her insecurities, racing. She loves racing around the mountainous terrain of Fallclan, the way it makes all her thoughts and troubles seemingly disappear. She's always up for a challenge, and usually ends up risking her life and being reckless, just for the thrill. She'd do anything to escape her troubles and feel immortal, even if that means being a daredevil and nearly killing herself on several accounts. She has a big ego, and doesn't care about the safety of others, or her own safety, nor does she care about the warrior code. She doesn't even believe in Starclan, waving them off as nothing more then a myth. She tends to pick on her siblings, Llamadust, Fairydust, and Vocanicdust, although, deep down, she cares for them, and tries her best to keep them safe. She'd never tell them this, but she'd sacrifice her life for them if it came down to it, and if anyone, besides her, picks on them, they better be ready for their reckless sister, Lightningdust, clawing the bully's ears off. Now, how would you describe her? Protective and a good sister, or harsh and a bad influence? Either way, she isn't changing her personality for anyone, she knows who she is, and she'll tell you who she is. She's Lightningdust.
Neverkit { wing }
Roleplayed by poppydust
Neverwing is a small grey-tabby she-cat with the lightest blue eyes you have ever seen and ears the fold down to touch the top of her head. Her stature is to be considered not large at all and her legs are so short that she has trouble running as fast as the others around her. In patrols, something Neverwing will see things and wander off and then become separated from the group, ever since she was younger this has happened. She hopes to be the best warrior though and she tries her hardest every day to become a worthy cat of Fallclan. As well, Neverwing as an odd habit of eating her prey neatly, step by step, causing her to take much longer than others to eat her food, this tends to annoy her friends who want to get up and do things right away and she's still eating her little mouse. Through all of these strange habits, Neverwing is a cat that wants to prove herself to those around her and show that she's not as worthless as she looks. And one day, she hopes to rule over them all.
Flaremoon
Roleplayed by Zellix
His name is kind of something strange to FallClan. When you think of FallClan, you think of leaves, but fire is the death to every leaf existing in its path. This young tom's color seems to be those of fresh fallen leaves: light orange. His eyes are a dark brown that mirror ripe cocoa. Flaremoon's other recognizable characteristics are his snow white front paws, as well as the splatter of white on his chest and belly. Flaremoon and his siblings, Juniperkiss and Gorgefrost, were found by Bluesky and Tempestmelody on the day that Bluesky received her Pilon from the Great Waterfall. Growing up, Flaremoon had always rivaled with Howlkit, but was strongly attracted to Snowberry. This young tom strives to be everything FallClan needs and wants in a faithful warrior and his goal is to be the best he can be. Kin ;; Juniperkit, Gorgekit
Gorgefrost
Roleplayed by Zellix
Sturdy. Strong. Still. Three fine words that descrive this over-sized tom. Gorgefrost has always been the biggest kit in the nursery. He never knew either of his parents, but compared to his siblings, Juniperkiss and Flaremoon, he is large. His broad shoulders give him a body that will prove to be a strong warrior's. Gorgefrost's pelt is a consistent orange tabbying and his eyes match his siblings: dark brown. Bluesky and Tempestmelody discovered the kits soon after the medicine cat found her Pilon at the Great Waterfall. Even though most think he may be aggressive, he is actually very sweet and a loyal friend. Gorgefrost honors and respects all members of his clan, but looks up to Froststar the most of all because he lost almost all of his family and yet he's one of the strongest spirited cats within FallClan.
Kin ;; Juniperkit, Flarekit
Finchfoot
Roleplayed by shavartu
Named Finchkit at birth in honor of the ginger patches on his fur that are so similar to the vibrant orange hues that adorn the birds in the territories. Gained the warrior name Finchfoot for the his swiftness and ease of movement while hunting and fighting. Finchfoot is no exception to the ideal that holds the Fallclan cats as excessively lean and sinewy creatures. Even so, it seems as if this tom is predominantly scrawny; his body still adheres to the softness of kithood and his muscles are not fully developed yet, lending him an appearance of lankiness and malnourishment. Not particularly helping with this impression are his wide eyes, the skin around them seeming consistently raw an inflamed - a result of his compromised immune system. In fact, it could even be said that Finchfoot is a young cat who appears constantly ill, even on his better days. His hips are lower than his shoulder blades, making it seem as if the young tom is in a constant slump; this posture screams of the defiance of adolescence and the savoir-faire of youth. Though there is no luscious mane of fur around his face to soften the angles of his face, they are not as sharp as one would expect. Somewhat round rather than triangular, his skull is compromised of two cheekbones and a pearly pink nose where white whiskers sprout, tall ears perched proudly, crowning. His eyes seem almost too big for his face, large and round, with irises a capricious light blue color that can shift to green depending on the angle from which they are viewed. His pelt, though shorthaired, is more wiry than anything, softening and lengthening around his belly and elbows. Boasting a distinct calico pattern, Finchfoot's fur is predominantly white, with patches of color splattered along his brow and the top half of his body. These scraps of color are mainly ginger with tabby brown and black thrown in for good measure; these colors are mottled especially well on his tail. The atmosphere around him tends to fluctuate between reservation and the jittery excitement normally associated with apprentices, though the former is far more common. Finchfoot tends to suffer from bouts of extreme hyperactivity and the only manner in which he can expel such energy is pelting around; these do not last particularly long, however. Perhaps his most noticeable eccentricity (and the source of much of his frustration) is the tom's distinct lisp. Suffering from an interdental stigmatism, Finchfoot is unable to pronounce sibilants and, consequently, it can be difficult for others to understand his speech. For all intents and purposes, Finchfoot's psyche is a curious mixture of the immaturity of adolescence and the way in which such immaturity is being molded by social expectations and open-mindedness. He is an enthusiastic fellow but is unwilling to display such excitability for fear of being looked down upon; additionally, the presence of his lisp makes him a little unwilling to talk to others, though generally this unwillingness tends to disappear within a few moments of meeting another person. Rather than getting angry over being teased for his lisp, as one would expect, Finchfoot can get rather tearful. It is an intensely sore spot for him and getting it rubbed into his face is a sure-fire way to put a dampener on his normally cheerful mood for the day. Even so, he has an infinite amount of patience in dealing with cats who genuinely do not understand him. Rife with the cheer of youth and ever enthusiastic, Finchfoot is not an exception to the common trait that tends to link warriors of every clan together; that he is a loyal and hard-working tom, a consequence of his intense desire to become a true Fallclan warrior. Persevering to the point of being stubborn, Finchfoot is a character who is of the mindset that if anyone can do anything, he can do it better. Intensely prideful, he tries to make himself appear amazing in everyone's eyes and, naturally, tends to want to look better than anyone else. As a result, he can jump from being a rule follower to a rule breaker in less than two seconds, depending on who is watching. A genuine attention seeker, when his plans go awry he tends to pout and whine. He has a huge imagination; all the better for coming up with questionable stories of battles that he helped to win. With his age comes immaturity, and, honestly, Finchfoot is a cat who can be rather selfish; though he thinks he puts the clan first, when push comes to shove, if there is one piece of fresh-kill left, it will not be going to someone who needs it. Behind all this, Finchfoot is actually quite a sensitive and empathetic young tom. He is easily able to deal with shy, quiet cats and can usually tell when a cat is uncomfortable. He is, however, also an endlessly jealous young tom and, more often than not, can always find a way to be envious of someone or other. He has yet to come to the realization that the opinions of others do not matter -- when he does, in fact, he will be quite a charming young tom on his own.
Squirrelbreeze
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Leap from tree to tree. Grace to stunning, all you can catch of her is the breeze she leaves behind. Finally, settling in a tree, you can spot her. Her long and slim body lethargicly laying amongst the coiling branches or the large oak. A shimmering pelt of a pale dusty brown that under direct light glistened with the appearance of silver. Green eyes so dark, they almost appear black, but in the very corners they shine with a lighter hue that can always warm you heart. Then down from the tree flicks her tail, the representation of her name. A long and bushy tail that flicked freely. This was Squirrelbreeze. She was born a loner to Canyon, a quiet and serious tom, and Autumn, a kind and humorous she-cat. Her only sibling his her older brother, Aspenhymn. Although her past isn't very happy, she tries to be. Her mother died during labor.Her father, very much like her brother, never spoke much or achknoledged her. Her brother, always admiring their father, would copy him and ignore her as well. Although, Squirrel(As that was her name as a child) taught herself to hunt and how to behave. At the age of apprentancehood, they lost their father. It was a blistering hot summer, and forest fires were common. A storm approached. With a single smite of a lightning, the forest went up in flames. Their father never lasted. The two kits managed on their own. Running from wild dogs, foxes, badgers. Finding their own food and escaping nature's worst. But one day they were discovered by Fallclan. She wished to join more than ever, but her brother was hesatant. The medicine cat, who helped their mother during labor, pursuaded Fallclan's leader to allow them to join with the help of the apprentances and sympathetic queens. They soon joined as Squirrelpaw and Aspenpaw. The two became warriors quickly after a short while of training. Aspenpaw was more distant from other cats than Squirrelpaw. She made friends quickly, due to her friendly and playful aura. Now, as a warrior, Squirrelbreeze is still friendly and playful, now with a hint of flirtatious attititiude. But she still has an innocent heart, not touched by heartbreak. But torn between her lack of a mother and the emotional abandomnent of her father and brother. Although, Aspenhymn, as what his name is currently, as become more protective and open with the social society is his opened up too.
Mockingbird
Roleplayed by YoursinEternity
A sleek black shadow in the night and a raven in the day this jet-black she-cat is deadly to all animals. She has bright purple eyes that glimmer in the moonlight and sparkle in the sun. Beautiful? Yes she is. She has only two blemishes across her body being two burns in the mark of X's on her right shoulder. They are the marks of the betrayer, although she wasn't a complete betrayer. As a kit she was beaten and tormented by her father and mother, when she was just out of her kit years she fought back and scratched a scar down her fathers flank, when she did that they took her to a two-leg facility and burned the first X into her shoulder. After that she ran away, they have been searching for her for a long time to finish what they started and plant the second mark of the betrayer on her shoulder. Right before she joined the clan they found her, one of the clan cats helped her fight them off but before she sliced the head off her father he carved the second X into her shoulder with his claw. She became friends with the cat from the clan and decided to join. She is a naturally tough cat to become friends with because she is very sarcastic and playful in serious times. Don't worry though once you get to know her you will find it quite funny.
Gracilebeauty
Roleplayed by *Jaypaw*
Beautifully slender : Gracile. Gracilebeauty is slender, and lithe she was built for hunting, strong haunches, powerful paws, sharp long claws. Able to move and run quickly, graceful and lithe. Nothing gets past her keen eyes, and ears. She is beautiful just as she is slender, silky tortoiseshell fur, that makes her invisible in the foliage.
Ebonyfang
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A glossy ebony coat covers the young she-cat's entire body, the long furs untouched by dirt. Dark green optics are disperced upon her beautiful face, one of which is covered by a plumy tuft of fur. This image of beauty is none other than Ebonyfang, a young cat that is often snappy and smart-mouthed with others. This she-cat is certainly a hard cat to make friends with. If she is ever caught saying something meaningful she shuts up real quick, almost like a turtle; but she certainly isn't shy. Indeed, she's far from it, and enjoys to be sarcastic to apprentices and warriors, but never a kit or elder. Rarely she disrespects a queen, since she holds a certain respect for the poor she-cats. Ebonyfang would never admit it, but she is afraid to be with another cat of the opposite gender alone. It often makes her feel uncomfortable, and she tries to flee as soon as possible. Indeed, it would be quite difficult to get into her little heart. Her few friends would all tell you to go for it, but trust me, it's a lot more difficult to worm your way in than it seems.
Lighteningstrike
Roleplayed By *Jaypaw*
A beautifully marked light gray tabby she-cat with flowing, silky fur. Her eyes are like that of sea on a bright summer day, a very beautiful aqua blue. Lightningstrike has two white paws (her front ones) and a white tail tip. A thin patch of white fur runs crookedly from her chin all the way through to her belly, hence the inspiration for her name. Lightningstrike is as loyal and brave as clan cat come. Fearlessness is what she is really known for as she fights for her clan. If a clanmate ever needs rescuing, she the first cat to volunteer to go into danger to save them. Kindness flows from her unless you're from another clan. You will only receive her claws and teeth if that's the case. Lightningstrike loves her life as a warrior, but wants to be a mother. She has long legs, and a slender body
Nocturnesolo
Roleplayed by Forgotteη
"My God, no, get away from my baby you freak!" Those words will ring in her mind forever on a permanent replay. Why? Wait&see&guess. Her secrets are not easily revealed. Soft sienna tendrils unfurl and curl lovingly all along her spine, her sides, over the dips and ridges of her prominent ribs, caressing her long plume of a tail, printed neatly across a light auburn, or a gentle sinopia color. A tawny marbled she-cat, with eyes an unwavering, solid umber. "My little autumn baby..." Where did that name come from? Why couldn't she remember? But...her mother had never called her that. Rissa had never called her that. A memory that often plagues her sleep, morphing dreams into nightmares, is that of a crisp day when leaves of all colors fell around her in a pretty magical dance. The gold, red, and orange leaves fluttered around her like the crumpled wings of fairies, littering the dull ground with patches of color. A faceless she-cat stood over her, hovering. Somehow she always knows what that faceless cat said, but she never remembers the voice. She doesn't know who it was. It can't have been her mother, because...because...no, she must not think about that. "Hey, Nocturna, sweetie, why don't you play with a leaf? You can pretend they're butterflies flying through the air, trust me--" She knew the voice was cut off, even though it had no identity; in her memory, it was just a toneless mumble. Something red splattered the leaves on the ground, seeping into their veins and stained them. She looked down at an originally red leaf, but now it was oozing red, droplets of it dripping off the leaf and pooling on the ground. Was it red rain? She didn't know. She could barely walk, she wasn't old enough yet. In her mind's eye, she can see, she can look down and see chubby little legs, short and small. So young, so tiny. She looks up and realizes there's a shadowy figure, it's head so far up it's masked in shadow, and she has to crane her neck up so much it hurts. A sloping muzzle, fierce amber eyes filled with a ferocity of a mother, a bushy lashing tail, unretractable claws. She knows this is a mom but...not her mom? What just happened? She blinked her eyes but the figure wouldn't focus; after all, she'd only opened her eyes that morning. She peered at the creature, squinted as a low growl rumbled up through it's throat from vocal chords much larger than hers. A wolf. But she did not know this. The alpha female was only protecting her cubs, squeaking in a den just a pawsteps away. A wet nose nudged her, almost knocked her off her paws, snuffled and sniffed her chest so insistently it tickled and she cried out with laughter. The creature drew back, looking surprise, then seemed to recognize the squeaking sound she had just made as one of her own pups. Teeth gently met in her scruff and carried her into a den with squirming bodies much larger and different than her, with different scents. She had been carried into what would be her new life, a ghost of what it could have been. Her mother lay slain on the ground, her blood peppering the autumn leaves as a breeze carried them away. The leaves had a story of bloodshed to tell wherever the winds took them. In reality, an animal of a different species adopting a motherless baby of another species is not unheard of, but rare. Some instances have gone so far as predators nursing babies of their prey. Nocturnesolo grew up thinking she was an abnormal wolf, for if you take away a child's memory of their mother early on, what is there left to remember? Eventually, as brutal and cruel as wolves are in the game of survival, her wolf mother Rissa seemed to think that Nocturnesolo was a runt and drove her out mercilessly from her family pack's territory before she had reached the age of an apprentice. In the wild, this is not too uncommon. But Nocturna chooses not to remember this. She thinks she left by her own choice. After all, if she's already lost one mother, albeit she does not remember, how could she accept losing another? Abandonment is the most cruel way to give up on life. Sometimes, she wonders...her kithood with Rissa and her seemingly impassive pup-mates--she could never understand their odd body language--is almost completely forgotten. She has grown into a strong cat with fire in her eyes, fire as alive as the flames in Rissa's eyes when she protected her pups from Nocturnesolo's cat mother. She leads her life with an indescribable furor, living it to the fullest, for somewhere deep inside, she knows she is lucky to still be alive, walking and talking. She has an interesting way of communicating with other cats even so, but it is barely noticeable-- a misused word here, an odd curl of the lip there. She has a heart of gold, and yet she is so cold. She wears this impassive shell, afraid to let anybody in, except she polishes this shell, this armor so well, when other cats try to see it, all they see is their reflection, staring back at them. She is a puzzle waiting to be figure out, a lost spirit. She loves roaming the mountain passes, finding new caves, or simply perching atop the very tip-top of a mountain and gazing out over the expanse of territory. She prefers to do everything at night, including hunting and patrolling, so usually she arranges for herself to be on dusk patrols or dawn ones, when light has not yet gotten it's hold on the earth. She goes solo most of the time, and sometimes at night, when she's exhausted and not in her right mind, she'll call out to her lost life, her foggy past, in a wolfish yowl that rings out like a lone wolf's trying to find it's packmates. She does most of her thinking at night, and gets by on little sleep. Sometimes she hears a wolf's howl in response to her call and she wonders what it's saying. She has a curious connection with nature and spends time at the waterfall in the territory. She hates to show weakness or pain, but cannot bare to see those close to her in pain. She's intensely loyal to those she cares about and is a bringer of peace. She's a deep thinker and on the outside, a pleasant cat with good morals. If only somebody could reach inside her, grope further, and capture her heart. She needs somebody to bring out her true self, coax out the truth of her past to the surface. She needs to know who she is in order to lead her life to the fullest.
Whisperingbrook
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A timid and shy she-cat, she is a silvery color with crystal blue eyes and long fur. She usually won't start a conversation and often has a hard time talking to anyone, often afraid to make a fool of herself. She was once a loner but she was too young to remember what happened to any of her family members. All she remembers is being a kit in FallClan. She is a deep thinker and sometimes a day dreamer, with a lovely voice, like a quiet brook. She is well tempered an patient, losing some of her shyness when she comes across a kit but it gets worse around toms. If youngster he time to get to know her she will do her best to be the best friend she can be. She enjoys the water but doesn't dare going any farther than her paws, unless her life depends on it. Despite being she she loves to be with cats and loves listening to them. Sometime of she is really comfortable around the cat they'd have a decent conversation without her worrying if they like her or not.
Darkangel
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
A black she-cat with a white chest and paws, violet colored eyes, and a scar on her right flank from a scratch on a Twoleg's chain link. She escaped from her abusive owner and never looked back. Despite being a rogue, she's actually kind-hearted, but she is skittish and shy. But, she's always trying to help those in need, and has a little neck-wear with an angel on it from a little girl she used to live with. All she wa