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Warriors
Crystallinefire
Roleplayed by slender.Pure white fur cascades down her lithe form, giving her an image of perfection. Fierce, fiery orange irises adorn her unmarked face, giving her a mask of careless harshness. This she-cat's demeanor is one of wisdom, yet one of despise. The only crystal in her is the show of emotions she puts off. Her words are clear with their meaning, harsh and comprehend able. Though she puts everyone off, many admire her untouchable beauty. But what lays inside of her is anything but beauty and perfection. On the inside, she is black like a crow. Inside, the unthinkable deviously twists its way into her sick mind, tormenting her thoughts and transforming them into dark secrets. Often a wide, crooked grin can be seen on her face, as if she can actually see something demented going on before her eyes. Evil? Of course. Does she believe in the Dark Forest? No. She sees herself as better than those fleabags. StarClan? Ha! As if those suck ups would earn her faith. No, she believes in her own type of darkness. Being one of devious acts, she isn't found likable to many. Fine by her. The cats that usually go near her are those pathetic excuses for toms that willingly put their worthless lives in her bloody paws. Now, children.. What do you think happened to them? Oh, right, you wouldn't know... Well, you don't expect her to be loyal, do you? Actually, she's quite loyal to BrookClan. Yeah yeah, it's a surprise. A cat like Crystallinestar doesn't seem to fit into a clan like BrookClan, yet she enjoys being there. No, she's not completely ruthless, but a quick swipe to the neck never bothered her. Perhaps she has a couple of screws in her head loose, but it's not as bad when you get to know her. And actually, she has dreams that she wishes to fulfill. Shocking, isn't it ? Yes, this she-cat is most definitely filled with surprises. So why not take the time to talk to her? She may not be as bad as others make her out to be.
Elucidatedevil
Roleplayed by єυρhσяια
A night-black tom with sharp blue eyes like shards of ice. His right forepaw is a creamy white, and on the paw he has white claws instead of black, like the rest of his paws. Other than that, his pelt is so black it appears to have blue highlights. His eyes are indeed as hard as ice, and the evil in him has indeed been elucidated. But most times, he conceals the pure, boiling anger that he wakes up with and that does not cease when he sleeps but instead follows him into his dreams, pulsing like its very own beating heart. Hatred in its simplest form, hatred so strong it is silent in a way, so overpowering it seems to engulf everyone at times. Elucidatedevil is a bomb waited to explode and has temper tantrums occasionally. Sometimes he feels the need to kill something and has managed to satisfy himself by killing mere rodents, natural prey, feeling their life ebb away, feeling the power in his claws, his capability to take a life. Frankly, he is a monster, and converses with only those he believes can enlighten him, help him rise to power, or those that are like him, in which case he would love to be with them and be evil together, so heads up, evil she-cats. He can have a cold and yet luring charm to him, a mysterious air that none can quite understand. He has trouble working together unless he really needs the help; otherwise he usually goes solo, is individualistic, and brooding. Unless he feels like being cruel to someone, he is found alone or in a dark, secluded corner.
Turtlehail
Roleplayed by ♥feveя
Turtlehail is a silver grey tabby tom with your average build. He has grey eyes as well, but they have a certain chill to them, which sometimes drive cats away from him. Turtlehail is a little like his name, he is slower then other cats when he walks but he can be fast when he needs to be. He is also a bit cold. He isn't very friendly to cats unless he knows them on a personal base. His clanmates know he is a loyal warrior who would die to protect them, but they don`t know what lies under the warrior. Under his rough and cold personality Tutrtlehail is a kit at heart. He is kind and sweet, and he plays like there is no tomorrow, but only around some cats. He is very proud and doesn't often let others know of his kit side, fearing they would look down at him. Turtlehail is very good with the kits and makes sure to drop by once a day to check up on them. He loves kits and he really wants his own litter when the time comes, when he finds the perfect she-cat.
Lightningflash
Roleplayed by whitekit/paw/tail
A black tom with white paws, ears and tail tip. His eyes are yellow and when there's a storm his eyes light up in lighting that's where his name comes from. He's fast, strong and courageous and will always put the clan before himself. His whole life he's had to deal with others thinking that he's not worthy because he wasn't born in the clan but born as a son of a rouge who wanted to destroy the clans but Lightningflash didn't want that and he ran away and was found by the clan. He trained as an apprentice and became strong and clever and good with others. Hes open minded at the thought of having a mate but fears that he wont become a good father. In battle hes one cat that you don't want to mess with. All he's ever dreamed of was belonging and finally he feels like he does.
FleetfootRoleplayed by Redemption'
Brilliant shamrock-green eyes, so sparking with intelligence, they just sarkle like little gems upon his broad, gentle face. His mask is mostly of creamy white, not a harsh, frosty tint, but the softer side of white. Eggshell, perhaps? The color alone of his fur would remind one of silk, let alone its texture. Dripping down from his lynx-tipped ears, drizzled across his crown is an appealing shade of mousy-sable. Sable, of course, is a dark, dark almost black brown, and this he is, yet it's.. softer. Like that pale tint of velvet? This adds a grayish, mousy touch to the dark spots sparsely scattered across his back and legs. His body is strong and lean, but lithe, more sinew for running than muscle for fighting, or for showing off. Still, he's a handsome little fellow, perhaps just because of that gentle look shining through his wide open facial expression. A kind, gentle soul, Fleetfoot is often refered to as a 'weak fool' by opposing clans. For what reason? He often wonders. Because of his intelligence? What is the sense in shedding blood and wounding each other over giving up and walking away. So? A sore ego? it won't kill him, unlike a powerful blow from a heafty competitior of any clan. Fleetfoot knows this well, and, though fighting as best as he can when it comes down to it, Fleetfoot, when able to choose his own battles, will be helping out weaker clanmates, apprentices, frail clanmates. He isnt a strong fighter, and knows it, but two weak competitors are better than one. Fleetfoot, in his spare time, runs. Either hunting, or just for the sheer joy of it. Being so lithe and swift, he's obviously a fast fellow, but its that carefree feeling he loves most. Chatty with clanmates, and ever friendly, Fleetfoot is popular in the clan, even if it is only for his gentle words and cleverness opposed to strength and jokes.
Snowstorm
Roleplayed by Notsogreen
An all white she cat except for the tip of her tail which is black that's very outgoing. She likes to be laid back and hang out with other cats. She doesn't like fighting and she isn't very good at it. If she gets into an argument she will usually apologize a little bit later and doesn't like to hold grudges against cats. She wants to have a mate and kits and wants them to grow up and be good warriors. She sometimes makes bad decisions and will back talk to the leader, deputy, or senior warriors without thinking about it and get herself in trouble, but other then that she is usually brilliant. She likes to play games and loves to play with kits. She is easy to talk with and loves to make new friends.
Paradisedream
Roleplayed by theoretically.
When Paradisedream was a young kit, she thought the world was kind, happy, and beautiful. She thought paradise was in the Nursery, where her now deceased mother and siblings lived with her. They were a amiable little family. Until he came into her life. Daddy and Mommy started fighting, fighting, fighting, all throughout winter - and it only grew worse when her siblings died from greencough. Mommy and Daddy were always yelling at each other, their hoarse cries ringing throughout Camp. Then, one day, Mommy died, and Daddy committed suicide. A sympathetic queen took the scarred kit under her wing, but she had seen too much, too early to ever be healed. Now, Paradisedream is different. She's skeptical about love and cynical about life, and refuses to let anyone into her heart. However, many have tried, and failed quickly. Her soft grey pelt, which is gently striped with cinder grey and finished off with dainty snowy white paws, stands a stark contrast against her cold,harsh blue eyes. This outer appearance is what many toms are attracted to, and Paradisedream feels that there is no need to show them what is inside - because what's the point, if someone's always out to hurt you?
CharcoalstreakRoleplayed by Valiantconqueror
Black tom with light silver specks and dim silver eyes. He is calm most of the time, but can get mean and aggressive when he sees fit. He isn't much of a talker, more of a silent guardian to his clan and all of its members. He is interested in kits, loves to play with them even. He is always the first one to help a tiny kit in need. He's caring, kind, and sweet. But not all of him is nice. He is also devious, sneaky, and clever, like a shadow; he is always a step ahead of you. Now, this tom is a bit of a mysterious cat. He doesn’t really like to explain the reason of why he does things. But, most of the time, when he makes a move it’s for a specific reason.
Lielong
Roleplayed by Streampaw297
A super soft golden tom with yellow stripes.He is the sweetest cat.He will follow everyone around everywhere for no reason.His tail is a bit crooked though, Nobody knows how he bent it, Not even him.He loves rolling around, Even playing with it.He is a bit shy around others that he dosent know, But he will do with anyone once he gets to know them.He loves time with other people.Everyone will love him, Once they get to meet him that is.
Vortexattraction
Roleplayed by єυρhσяια
A fluffy cream-colored she-cat with a spray of white freckles on her back with luring honey-gold eyes. Her fur is thicker and a little longer than most, and quite silky. She likes to "flirt" with every tom, though usually sticks to apprentices rather than warriors. She knows how to charm toms, and is experienced in the art of attraction. When you look into her eyes, they are like an endless vortex you are sucked into. It's like you want to just melt into those beautiful, calm, honey eyes and bask in the beauty that is her. She knows how to make someone feel special, and knows exactly which compliments to use in order to do it. She is very intelligent and usually aces hunting assignments. She loves stalking toms and then coming up behind them silently and curling her body around them, just for fun. She is a teaser and very mature, though she really is quite knowledgeable, she just doesn't show it because she feels that advertising her femininity and beauty will help her fit in better. She is very quick and light on her paws, and loves scenic displays of nature, for they feel magical to her. She really wants a mate who makes /her/ feel special for once, to have a love that goes deeper, beyond appearance and all feline understanding. But alas she is too young, is she not? Or not. Never too young for true love, right? It has potential everywhere, love. She is motherly to the kits and can be quite nice and caring if you look past her "trashy" way of expressing herself.
Pureinsanity
Roleplayed by qwerty1234567
His name is true, he is insane. His golden fur shines like sunbeams but his eyes are ash grey, and they reflect his purest insanity. He is daring, almost too daring, to the point that it's almost dangerous. His mother was Wolffrost, who died after she was done giving birth, so he never met her. His father is Kaito, and he has many siblings: Eternalsanctuary, Frightenedlamb, Dragonknight, Lauralwreath, and Corruptjudgement. He has senses, just not as much as most cats. He does respect his clan, and he definitely plans on protecting it. The reasons and details aren't as vital as that. Do I need to say much more?
Wildtail
Roleplayed by Wildtail9Wildtail is a brave, but kind she cat. She had had a long history with the Clans, but had not yet found a place to settle down in for good. Perhaps BrookClan will be that place. Wildtail has a dark brown pelt with long fur that makes her look bigger than she accually is. And piercing green eyes, with an air of power over them. But don't let that fool you. She really is kind and caring. She was born a rouge; she can barely remember her own parents. She remembered the day when they had been attacked by badgers... Her parents had been killed. She, along with her littermates had hid themselves and were forced to watch the act. They led themselves here, to the clans. They all walk in diffrent Clans now. But she hopes to be welcomed here, in BrookClan.
Willowsong
Roleplayed by Angel.The ones that have been hurt have the brightest smile. Overall, that comment explains Willowsong. She is a smaller than average she cat with dark brown fur and forest green eyes. Willowsong's fur has light brown highlights that can only be seen in the sun and her eyes will lighten or darken depending on her mood. She is very close with her loner sister Cedarspirit, but that is her only family. Her parents left the two she kits soon after they were born because they only wanted tom kits. The two sisters grew up together and shared everything until they reached warrior age and they started seeing potential mates in most toms they see. At this point in their lives they decided that it would be best for both of them to go their separate ways. Even though they don't stick together anymore, they are still sisters and find ways to see each other. Willowsong has yet to find a mate but one day she wants to settle down and have a big family. She wants to have a family to prove to herself that families can exist. She is a very kind, gentle and caring she cat, which is odd given her kithood. She is a good hunter but will not fight unless it is for a good cause or to defend something she loves. She is normally a bit shy when she first meets another cat but quickly brightens up everyone's day.
Crystalheart
Roleplayed by VividTemptation
She pads around like she doesn't care. With her beautiful blue eyes and soft white pelt. She thinks low of herself, but is very outgoing. A wonderful warrior at heart and skills. She can hunt at anytime of the seasons, and fight whenever needed. She is fierce and brave. She'd lay her life down for her clan without a second to spare. Her voice of velvet and her heart of love makes this she-cat rememberable. She takes care of the queens and kits before herself always. She remembers what it was like to have kits, but that was all taken away from her. Never again will she trust them. The smile is rare but if she likes you, it shows.
Whitebird
Roleplayed by VoyageToVictory
Her pelt is like a painting of sheer snow, freshly fallen from the blue skies above. She has a lithe body build, tall in height and lean in structure. The image of the pine forest is imprinted in her eyes, a sight that never fails to express her emotions. For this reason, she rarely looks a cat in the eye if she is anything other than happy. Whitebird was appropriately named, having a love for tree climbing, and traveling through the trees in general. The branches serve as her hunting ground, and gives her a colossal of an advantage in combat. Whitebird is often a goodhearted cat, though her mood is often subject to drift, and she'll always be on good terms with another; so long as they are willing to try and stay on good terms with her. She has a steady way of thinking, and is quite the rational decision maker. Joining Brookclan, she hopes to survive and possibly make a name for herself and find something to strive for.
Brokenwing
Roleplayed by xxtheoretically
A leopard without it's spots. A wolf without it's howl. A bird without it's wings. Brokenwing has gonethrough a lifetime of exclusion - her kinked tail and one blind eye adding to her odd reputation. She doesn't look any different from the outside - brown tabby pelt with off-white paws and chin. Eyes a lighter brown with pretty amber edges, the two colours fading nicely into each other. All this is fine, but lets remember something; someone with a rude personality is soon considered ugly. Those with a sugary reputation eventually look pretty. Though those who once had it all are ignored in no time, keeping their lives as anti-social as possible. Sometimes you can't turn back - lodged too deeply in your own despair; sometimes you prove yourself and claim back the position as 'normal warrior'. Brokenwing lead a normal life... At first. As a kit her jokes were the best among the nursery; as an apprentice she would be begged by other apprentices to come to every gathering with more jokes; as a warrior she would be ordered to sit still and shut her mouth. When this once-humerous she-cat reached the role of a warrior, her pleasant personality was childish, un-reasonable, even offensive. Through her first two moons as a warrior she bared through the complaints, trying to pursuade herself they were just joking around... Until her best friend, and definate crush, Sunwrath, told her - more hurtful and killing than anyone before... From that moment on she was silent - almost mute. She would go on patrol if she was called, otherwise sitting in the shadows or retreating to the forest. It felt like the weight of every cat in the clan was on her shoulders, the strong built Brokenwing resulting in some sort of self torture. Sunwrath never talked to her again - not even her brother, Fixedpuzzle. Nor did any cat... Unless if they were ordered to. For moons no one helped this young and once-pretty she-cat. For moons she was left to suffer on her own. Left to die alone. Brokenwing needs anyone - someone to share her silent torture with her...
Fixedpuzzle
Roleplayed by xxtheoretically
You can spend hours on a puzzle, slowly unwraveling the puzzle... Or cheat. Fixedpuzzle is as good as a complicated puzzle, one you have to spend moons to understand him even the slightest bit. His pelt is dark grey, his back dotted with black patches along with his paws, tail and face. Fixedpuzzle is humerous and quite the rulebreaker if he's not in a confusing mood, though it used to be impossible to see the other, more 'normal' side of his double personality. Ever since his dreams of StarClan (actually the Dark Forest) he's been training and training, forcing his personality to be twisted and turned, the ancestors making it almost impossible for him to breath under all the lies. Someone needs to untwine him - free him from the web of all the lies he's gotten himself into. Even if he does it himself, he will break free.
Amberstrike
Roleplayed by Snowybreeze
A Pale amber She-Cat with Yellow, Glowing Eyes. Fast, Fierce, Loyal, And Swift. Those Describe her in battle. She can Fight With the Intensity of a Queen to Protect her Kits. Her Blows are Fierce, and her Bark is no Warning of her Bite. She Speaks with the Wisdom of an Elder, but the Persistence of a Kit. She can think of Solutions on the Top of her Head. and won't Stand for fighting in her clan. Witty, Smart, Clever, and Level Headed. Those words Describe her when Dealing with Problems. She can think of a Solution to anything in no time. Cool, Calm, And Collected. Those words Describe her in Gatherings. She is cool as Ice. She is the one cat who doesn't Shout at Gatherings, She knows where she Belongs. But she isn't afraid to Stick up for who she needs to. She Can not stand cats picking on their own clan mates- even if they are from a Different clan.
Sweetburden
Roleplayed by Cobwebpaw
Out of touch. Out of love. Out of sight. Out of mind. If it's dark in a cold leaf-bare you've got her to keep you warm. If you're broken she'll mend you and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on. Average build, average height but unique personality. Sweetburden gets her name from the sweetness which radiates from her. Wiry fur sticks out of her from all directions bathed in a rich gold apart from a patch of cream round her right eye. Irises almost garnet in the light but otherwise a greeny-blue. Her giggle can wash away the cobwebs from anyone's life. Burden? No matter what she has the need to care for others. Not in a medical way, but a motherly way. Battling another clan, no problem. But afterwards she'd make sure every cat on the battlefield, friend or foe, isn't seriously hurt or upset. Her burden is to feel affection towards every cat she comes across. She can't help it! Any place, any time; she'll have time to listen to you voice your worries or opinions. Whether you are innocent or you have death in your claws Sweetburden will hear you out. She'd pick you up when you get down. She would surrender her heart and swap it for yours if it was possible. This motherly sweetheart is loyal, forgiveful, willing and wise. Never has she laid a paw on anyone who hasn't deserved it. Sweetburden's very presence is of comfort and peace. You wouldn't hear a peep out of her, believing to be seen and not heard is the best way forward. This warriors parents now walk among Starclan and she has no siblings; her clan is her siblings. Walking through life with a burden of sweetness. Out of mind. Out of sight. Out of love. Out of touch.
Honorabledestroyer
Roleplayed by Cobwebpaw
Come midnight, come daybreak, gotta find me a namesake. I got faith but don't need bibles. Starclan may watch over us but hear my recital; I hold the title. It was wrong, this is wrong, but it feels so right. He didn't want to be the leader of a messed up generation and you wouldn't believe him if he told you the reasons why. Why he is now here. Basically Honorabledestroyer was born in Waterclan, raised as an apprentice in Waterclan but decided that clan wasn't right for him. So now he is here, walking among Brookclan. He doesn't fit in yet he knows this is the clan he should be in. Still, his reasons are his own. He often questions if he took it to far to abandon his clan and come here but still he marches on; you never see the last of him. With him it's no half mast, raise the flag. He likes to be the centre of attention and isn't the nicest of cats you'll meet. Though he is a handsome chestnut tabby with bright with intelligent amber eyes his name really shows his personality. Any honor he receives he destroys, not on purpose but he can't help his actions. If you hate him that's fine with him. He just grows to override the emotions of others round him. Honorabledestroyer's only weakness against pride is she-cats. They get to him at times. Making him question his life choices. But no worries; he always has to win and see you at the finish line.
Skyfall
Roleplayed by ~Wheatley~
Strong, handsome, and deadly, he is a master of stealth, and is incredibly skilled in paw-to-paw combat. He has short, light-brown fur, intense blue eyes, and a strong build, making up for in strength and speed what he lacks in size. He has a dash of black fur across his throat, a white chest and paws, and a slightly darker brown muzzle. He trusts absolutely no one; he has seen how easily cats can betray eachother, and refuses to be hurt by it. Rather edgy in personality, he prefers to stay to himself, staying rigid against the winds of change, despite his honorable, noble, and trustworthy personality.
Maskedphantom
Roleplayed by *Mushroom*
Like an angle she fell to earth casting a dark shadow over everyone who dares to stray to close to her. Long black slender legs and tail give away to a snow white torso, a black mask drops from her ears to her eyes which glitter from deep with in. Violet like lilac her eyes dance with mischief. This is no sweet cat, but and phantom that haunts the forest, she is a danger to anyone who dares to harm her clan mates and like a ghost she will hunt you down and kill you before you can say mouse. Toms and mesmerized by her stunning markings making them stop and stare as she pads by. Maskedphantom will settle down with the right tom but the time hasn't come for that and for now she'll play with hearts.
Sabledawn
Roleplayed by T'wasADream
Sabledawn's build is average, perhaps a bit small and slender, but her body hardly matches her exotic coloration- looking much like the purebred kittypets in town, Sabledawn has a mostly fawn-colored frame with dark, rich brown points at all of her extremities. Her big, round eyes are a soft cerulean. The most notable trait about this young warrior is her bouncy personality, chock full of restless energy and always ready to go go go! She has a knack for talking at incredible speeds about nothing in particular at all, and it's shocking how long she can talk without ever needing a reply. Of course, she doesn't have to be this way- she knows how to cork up her mouth, but if allowed, Sabledawn will easily talk the ear off of anyone she's around. Even when she's by herself she seems like a chatterbox. She sings, dances, and runs about for no reason at all. She’s a perpetual kit at heart. Ever cheerful, it's not easy to get this female down. Except catching ill or being joked about. She’s a bit sensitive, but for the most part she's an overly optimistic, cheerful, happy-go-lucky lady who simply brims with energy. Unfortunately, and also quite strange for a cat of her nature, Sabledawn is rather lazy when it comes to hard work and clan-oriented responsibilities. Rather than helping out, this she-cat would definitely prefer skipping out of menial, tedious tasks in favor of adventures and races and tumbling about with apprentices or bothering the elders. Even as a warrior she's fond of avoiding her duties in order to get herself into loads of trouble. Sure, she's earned herself plenty of punishments for such immaturity, but it's all in good fun. Her hearts in the right place, and she loves her clan dearly. Oddly enough, this Siamese lass has a darker side to her personality, and it comes out to play on a daily basis. Most pay it no heed since she's so often friendly, bouncy, and fun, but in conversation one can quickly discover how nasty and mean this little wretch can be. Not on purpose, of course, but Sabledawn is shockingly brutal when it comes to opinions, and her own opinions overshadowing those of others. She’s blunt in conversation, rarely sugarcoating her feelings in spite of her generally optimistic nature, and will tell it how she sees it. She doesn't particularly like hurting the feelings of others, but she's not going to coddle anyone because they don't like what she has to say. She’s unsympathetic, but that doesn't mean she's not loving. She just believes in tough love, and in spite of her arguments she gets herself into, Sabledawn is an easily forgiving she-cat who rarely holds a grudge.
Darkshadow
Roleplayed by slender.
A dark grey tabby tom with misty blue-grey eyes. His name pretty much tells you everything. His heart is as dark as a moonless night and he thrives on violence. He's swift and silent and can sneak up on any cat. StarClan? Bah! That's just a nursery story told to feeble minded kits to soothe their cowardly fears. Darkshadow has few friends because many cats do not enjoy his company (not that he'd enjoy theirs either!). Battling is what he lives for and he practices his skills for the majority of his time. You wouldn't want to meet this cat in a dark, secluded place. He'd sooner see you dead than blink at you.
Ashcloud
Roleplayed by slender.
A beautiful light-gray she-cat with black speckles from her head all the way down to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a dark sky blue that are like small windows into the sky. Ashcloud has a small, petite form that gives her agility that larger cats tend to lack. Her quick reactions and impromptu decisions enhance her hunting skills. She has yet to come back from hunting without bringing something back for the fresh kill pile. Her boldness and ferocity in her actions make her seem like a ruthless warrior, but once you get to know her you'll get to see a much softer and caring side to her. Ashcloud is known for her loyalty to her friends and will always come to their aid no matter the situation. She is a real asset to her clan.
Paradiseglow
Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
There is no true paradise, and yet this she-cat is named Paradiseglow. Golden fur coats her dainty frame, giving her a delicate appearance, an apearance that makes anyone believe that one touch would shatter her. Enlightened striking amber eyes are her signature features, always widened in joy. Known to be happy-go-lucky and carefree, nothing bothers her until it is a true burden like a thorn caught in her paw. Having boundless energy, Paradiseglow in at one place to the next to the next, always on the go. Often found outside of camp, exploring the nooks and crannies until not one place is left uncovered, she has been known to go stir crazy if she has been cooped up in camp for more than a few days. Naturally humorous and jubilant when others are around, she is truly the life of the party, as some would say. No matter what, wherever her home is and there is space to roam, she is in a paradise of her own.
Heatherspeckle
Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Refined and elegant like the wind itself, this is Heather; free and flowing as if she were a sublime breeze, yet she carries a regal quality that the dangerous gales who are responsible for flattened landscapes everywhere do not. With a smile that speaks her benevolence for her, she has never been one to speak when around others and is often coy when spoken to. No one would expect this from a she-cat who was so prim and proper like Heather. Fine light tabby fur coats her petite frame, giving her an almost doll-like figure. Her soft blue eyes seem as if they are cosmic, filled with wonder and curiousity. With a calm and collected demeanor, it is rare for her to lose her cool, and once she does, it is never pretty. It isn't that this she-cat is two-faced - she's far from two-faced. Truthfully, it is as if she has multiple personalities and is shuffling through them like a deck of cards, choosing one after another to display.
Shadedequinox
Roleplayed by finalblow.
Green eyes, that have never seen. His eyes have never seen the color of dawn, after being born with a disability. Yes, Shadedequinox was born blind. His eyes have been both a curse and a gift. Being blind, he has never seen the darkness of the world. He'd never seen hate, only heard it. He'd never seen the looks he was given, only heard the dark taunts. And he's okay with that. His dual-toned green eyes have saved him. They've also cursed him, making it even harder to survive. It made it so that he had to fight to learn, had to work harder to understand. He had to develop reflexes, learn to rely on his ears and nose instead of his eyes. It was a bit of a challenge, but well worth his wile. Now, he feels he's just as good as any other warrior, maybe better. He had to learn in a way that more than challenged him, almost broke him, and it made him stronger. Shadedequinox is a burly brown tabby tom, with a pelt so dark it seems to be almost black. His personality isn't as dark, though. He strives to be the best possible, but that's basically it. He is pretty even tempered. Other than being blind, he really isn't that special, though. No sparks in personality. Ohwell. Nothing wrong with being an average Joe?
Patchstrike
Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Ah, it's a wonderful cat life! Never once has this tomcat thought of the consequences of any of his actions, which makes him a carefree and rowdy spirited character. His eyes, which are always bright and filled with zeal, are a bright caribbean blue, which is the center of his charm. Semi-thick white fur with black patches coats his average frame, which is how he got his name, Patch. Boisterous and affable, it is no wonder he has many friends and has no trouble making new ones. Always wearing a charming and artful smile, it is hard to believe that he hardly has a notion in his head about love or toying with a she-cat's heart. Constantly trying to live life to its fullest, he is always attempting new things and testing out the results. Ah, it's a wonderful cat life!
Flickeringfirework
Roleplayed by theoretically.
Stripped to the waist, we fall into the river - cover your eyes, so you don't know the secret I've been trying to hide. We held our breath to see our names are written on that wreck of '86 - that was the year I knew the panic was over. Yes, since we found out that anything could happen. Hectic in the head - that's Flickeringfirework. He's rather demure and timid when you first meet him - it's almost like you're king and he's slave. However, once you get to know him, he's a spunky ball of fire with a boisterous laugh and a caring personality. He'll catch your eye when you see him around friends - not just because he's devilishly handsome. However, with a coat of flames smothering a lean and rugged body and a pair of sparkling turquoise optics, it might be the first thing you notice. After the war, we said we'd fight together, I guess we thought that's just what humans do - letting darkness grow, as if we need its pallete and we need its color. But, now I've seen it through, and I know the truth.
Dancingembers
Roleplayed by slender.
She weaves a smooth and graceful dance, the dance between hunter and prey, the dance between lovers, the dance between light and dark, the dance between life and death. Unknown to all is where this she-cat came from, her exotic and soft voice with a hint of an accent, her long legs and umber brown pelt dusted with tan and white. She stays a mystery, keeping it locked behind her rusty brown eyes flecked with gold. Her mystery is dark, but she stays warm and inviting to others, although she often likes to be by herself and sometimes has her moments. She is Dancingembers, graceful, dignified, beautiful, and always a mystery. That little teasing smile, her rhythmical movements, a twinkle in her eye. She can drive a cat insane with wonder, with curiosity. They always did say that curiosity ended badly for the cat. And where do you think it would lead you with this she-cat?
Mossfire
Roleplayed by snow-robin
A sleek black she-cat with electric blue eyes. With her witty personality and kind ways, you would think that she has copious amounts of friends. Well, you thought wrong. Although Mossfire is extremely friendly, she lacks at communication skills and telling people how she really feels. Self-concious and unsure of herself, she doesn't know where to turn. Growing up she didn't have many friend; her three sibling died shortly after being born, and her father left the clan before she was apprentice. Mossfire would love a friend to call her own, someone who will deal with her rare and random outbursts of sudden rage that happens at the strangest times, and someone that understands her. She goes by the phrase, "If you can't handle me at my worst, you certainly don't deserve me at my best."
Gossamertapestry
Roleplayed by Gossamer
A single sheer strands is what is begins with. But complexity soon can tear apart such mindless, naïve simplicity without a flash of pity morphing into a hopelessly elaborate labyrinth of braided silk elegantly, entangled in a silver mishap glistening entrails polished to an opalescence. Delicate. Tinted with fragility flimsy to the mercy of even a squirrel’s frosting breath. Oh what cascading disorder draping in arrays, silver chains beaded in iridescent pearls. Somehow, somewhat, in a way, elfinly carved, hastily sculpted, these sole words strung together in a whirling blunder are the definition of such an exquisite creature near impossible to define so artlessly with sincerity. Gossamertapestry is all seamless lines, smooth silken fur, and tempered grace. Petite and slender in size, barely any larger than a newborn kit and commonly mistaken for one especially in the presence of rival clans at gatherings, Gossamertapestry’s scant size proves no radiation of aura in her existence. Despite her small size physique, a trait usually paired with the gift of swiftness and agility, Gossamertapestry is inept, flailing, instead of putting one paw trailing behind another afloat as a dancer’s moves speak of, with limbs splaying in every direction. Her inability to tread in a straight line without tripping, and believe me she has tried. Gossamertapestry has found herself sitting posture slightly downturned with shoulders protruding over her scuffling paws backbone, instead of stiff with proudness, arched hunching multicolored eyes, paws, stationary, rather than longingly chasing after a boisterous hunting patrol. This is one of the many effects that come with being a clumsy oaf instead of gracefully swift, like all desired average cats. Gossamertapestry can barely hold her ground in an intense battle. No poetency in such bloody affairs. No use. Underneath that little white lifeless satin cloth that drapes over her and coats her inch measured bones is not as much muscle as expected from a new christened guardian. Yet Gossamertapestry is not constituted of fat either and instead, her build is merely nothing more that skin, bones and ghastly white bolts of fabric withholding the empty truth of her feebleness, cringing. Her odd design, hind legs longer than forelimbs, creating slope in her back when she stands, odd posture combining with her lengthy neck fashioning the appearance that Gossamertapestry’s head is set in an aloof manner, is swathed in a dense, creamed coat. With the sun’s finger’s tangled in the silken medium length strands, the fur facing the gilded eye is sifted with golden powder tangling it in a tawny shade while her underbelly and the interior of her leg’s clutch in to their lingering alabaster color. The golden kiss rims her beautiful hollow of eyes, a trait which she takes from her mother, a relic of childhood, and licks its way to her gracefully dancing tail. They same tawny hue shades in her bleached fur at just the right angles illuminating a dreamy glare at first glance and the light, attracted to this spun gold, greedly glints off the certain areas furthermore heightening the hazy cinematic scene, tickling the peaks of her eyes washing the crevices joining her limbs to Gossamertapestry’s trifling size body with a tide of gold leaving a wake of the saturation staining the pureness. They same tawny hue shades in her bleached fur at just the right angles illuminating a dreamy glare at first glance and the light, attracted to this spun gold, greedly glints off the certain areas furthermore heightening the hazy cinematic scene, tickling the peaks of her eyes washing the crevices joining her limbs to Gossamertapestry’s trifling size body with a tide of gold leaving a wake of the saturation staining the pureness. Balancing out the tones perfectly highlighting even the slightest of gradients and shadows without compromising or creating the risk of masking the blend. Like a mirage of an aurora, the illusion replacing this feline’s eyes is a discolored as if her orbs became defiant refusing to coordinate with one another disagreeing with the hue. Uncomitting, or so it seems, her eyes furiously clash eclipsing one another’s color each highlighting the other stunningly giving it more prominency against her oddly colored coat while, in benefit, accenting itself. Her face is partially ruled by the serenity of cerulean but, the other half is scorched with fire. Haloing around the onyx pupil is a tracing of ruby crimson. Not stranded red al all. This shade is far more vivid and disconnect the eyes as the battle to which colour they should gaze into. Milky auburn is the transition from scarlet to gentle salmon followed by a honey colored vision of beauty the intervention of hues lingering in your eyes. Spiraling drains of muffled silver dabs the left eye and gold hues coordinate into red interlacing, entwining and dancing with one another weaving an abstract uncomprehendable tapestry that even boasts talent to nature’s silk braiding spiders. The proportions of the two baubles are unbalanced by the slightly narrow surface of her face. To sum her up in a color, Gossamertapestry is grey. A meddly of white and black an infusion or the pureness of an angel’s robe and the ebony that symbolizes demons. As a being, Gossamertapestry is real and true but impossibly artificial, personality a sham. Accusing the murder and early grave of Gossamertapestry’s ancient long-gone self on the blur of confusion suspending and shaping her form clogging Gossamertapestry’s senses in hushed whispers each suggesting a contradicting idea to execute. If, for say, a cat posed a question and faced her dauntlessly with it probing inquiry, it’ll most likely be regarded with the silence or her disorienting versicolored vision. Truthfully, Gossamertapestry has never lost grasp of the sarcasm and ferocity that coated her now dulled tongue but, it has merely gone into hiding provoked by the recent disturbance in events. Most mistake this lack of communication as meekness and a reserve in character forcing cats to believe that she possesses some secret so large in magnitude that even answering their leader must be put into gestures rather than spoken words. The trouble isn’t that Gossamertapestry’s reaction are limited and words can’t be formed or sounded at her tongue in fact, the issue is the reserve of most her distrusting so called “clanmates” assume. Approaching an interrogation, put into Gossamertapestry’s fears, is a sensation that of a queen receives once being related of news that her kit has vanished, missing. A hundred thousand voices arouse in her throat each spouting a new opinion drowning out the soul cry of her already timid voice subduing it into the abyss of silence. And those voices all sounding in various pitches each carrying on the tune of a different hymn unable to harmonize into one tone merging into nothing more than discording babble. Unable to furthermore shun the results of her past mistakes, Gossamertapestry gave into the clutches of the lonesome hush no longer spewing her opinions at first which eventually progressing violently like a wildfire to lulling stillness. All to prevent those voices from sounding out. Naïve thoughts, based on no logic or rational thought, still never cease to be summoned racking her mind telling her to bystand until that fantasizing day that purely only her song could be expressed and freely, her voice would be lured out of the cloak that has muffled it for so long. Regrets. Regrets suffocate the forlorn cage of her heart. Mistakes. True every cat has their last regrets but Gossamertapestry doesn’t want that anguish to be breathing or ever existing. Anticipating the day where small was only a phrase used the describe the memories of the past, the frightened kit she was still inside, the warrior her name pronounces, peering at the clotting white masses that once symbolized hope shading grey with no tracing of a silver lining, waiting ever more for that lonesome chime to sound and echo…
Alastorclaw
Roleplayed by Nicohlae
Alastorclaw is a lean, mean, running machine. He was built for speed, and he lives up to his title as a warrior of Brookclan. His legs are long and powerful with long claws attached for good purchase into the earth. His tail is long for good balance, enabling to run across nearly any terrain, and he's quite aerodynamic. His rib cage forms a sort of barrel, tapering in as it reaches his hips. It leaves room for large lungs and a large heart, allowing him to run for long distances as well. His coat is mostly a light, gray-brown with dark tabby markings reaching across his like claws. His neck and face consist of a warm russet color, with darker russet tabby markings covering this area of his pelt as well. To match this autumn colors, his eyes are a striking gold, bright and deep. Alastorclaw has a very comical, exasperated kind of personality. He enjoys humor and likes to relax, but that's not to say he's a lazy tom. He is quite the determined cat, a fierce pride and loyalty for his clan. He is quite commanding and passionate, but he keeps his head and performs remarkably well under pressure. He doesn't do well socially when it comes to the meaningful things. Since he is a respected warrior, he obviously puts duty before intimate relationships and would prefer to stay away from those kind of distractions. His first and foremost priority is his clan, no matter how close other cats may be or will be to him. Alastorclaw has a considerable amount of wit, intelligence, and instinct. He will usually always follow his gut on anything, and is nearly fearless in the obstacles he faces. He has a lot of "gusto" and can come off as over-bearing now and then, but that's Alastorclaw. Despite his young age, he has far proven to be a formidable warrior.
Moonbird
Roleplayed by ~Starry.Gaze~
Some are made to stay to the ground, others are made to fly. It might not be with wings, but soaring is possible without them. Moonbird has soared before. Her life started in an odd way. A full moon night in a two leg's house. This would have been so odd though, if the two leg it's self hadn't been dead. It was an apartment complex, and as shut down, when the man was found dead. The mother of the kits had no love for them, or at least loved the companionship of two legs more, because when they were weened she left them. As they got older the other kits left too. But a certain kit didn't. That was Moonbird. Instead, she stayed in the building, and watched the group of cats that lived close by. By watching, she learned how to hunt, and fight. And she learned how to do it in the dark of the building. The building had an indoor coy pond, in which she learned how to swim and catch fish in. The old building was the perfect place for a kit to grow into an apprentice. It would have been the perfect forever home too, if it wasn't for the stray dogs that took over. It wasn't like she didn't try to fight them away. She did, and almost died trying. She only escaped by hiding in the coy pond, which the dogs wouldn't fallow in. She left at night, tired and in pain, fallowing the river. Still bruise, she came upon Brookclan, where she was healed and trained as an apprentice. She has now became a warrior, though is some what picked on for living in a in a two leg building. Though she wasn't raised by two legs she is called a kitty pet, and unfortunately can't rely on looks to help her. She pretty much average. She has a penguin's look of a white under belly and black fur for her upside. This is helpful, don't get me wrong. When she swims, no one can see her. Not fish or enemy. But it's not very attractive to the eyes. Speaking of eyes, they might be her most attractive feature. They are a pretty version of turquoise blue, and some what hypnotizing. They show wisdom from everything she has seen. All that moving around, all that learning that she's done, that's what flying truly is, and like a bird she has flown higher than the moon.
Silentsnow
Mooncoat
Description - A slender, white she-cat with light grey patches of fur marring the otherwise colorlessness that is she. In possession of a pair of nearly colorless, light blue eyes she appears as blind to most - as most white, blue eyed felines happen to be - and in truth, her vision has grown worse over the years. Often silent, she speaks little and borders on selective mutism as she has never truly had anyone willing to listen to her. After years of having developped her self-loathing, she rather sticks to walking by the water and sitting silently upon the rocks - watching the fish swim in the time they have in their short lives. Having become a warrior, she feels as though she may soon be faced with choices that will ultimately result in much more pain than she had ever before endured - though she knows that, as she has often done things, it must be endured alone. In her aloneness, the she-cat has developped a mind far more clever than most had thought her capable of being. She has a knack for quick strategy, and has a keen determination when need be. Despite her silence, she is apt at communicating when necessary and only if absolutely necessary should the time call for such action. She is lithe, and quick on her paws while abile in combat. She is most known for her use of terrain when battling.
Brightgold
Color-Me-Blue(:
Once upon a time, there was a cat of bold presence. He was the king of a large group of cats, doing his duties and still so jolly. This king, King Blue, had a son, his name was Prince Bright. This small little tom lived happily with his parents, like every kit does, until something terrible happened. A terrible fire came along and his mother was burned alive. Prince Bright watched as his once happy-go-lucky father, the king, went into deep depression. One day, a beautiful she-cat came along, slender and graceful. She was not from the group the falling king led, and did not want to join. King Blue fell in love, though, and soon he was gone, leaving Prince Bright as the King. Prince Bright, being just a kitten and very alarmed, ran off to find his father. What he didn't know was that he would never return to his beloved group because when he did, the group was fallen and there were only scattered cliques of cats from this group. He left dismayed, wondering if this was all his fault. Eventually, Prince Bright found Brookclan and decided maybe it was time to settle down. Little did he know was that he had other younger siblings scattered among the clans until one little kit came to him, Electrickit, telling him of his story. He soon figured out that there were more of them: Aquakit, Canary, and Blurry. All from different clans and groups. Now it's up to him to find his lost siblings and re-unite. This is the story of Brightgold. Now onto physical appearance. He has short brown fur, like the bark of an oak, that is studded with brilliant shards of gold. All four of his paws are white and his underbelly is candied with white. He is muscular and of a sturdy frame, leaving him quite handsome.
Windowtint
randomkitty333
Bio: They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Do i believe this? Yes I do! Not that the color means something at all! But it's pretty obvious. The eye changes tone and shade to the persons inner feelings, if they are happy, then their eyes are bright and gleaming. If they are depressed and sad, they have a dark shadowed look to them. It's quite fascinating! Now what is someone had rainbow eyes, how interesting that would be. Well i'm speaking about a cat named WindowTint as of now. She does not have rainbow eyes though! But they are close to rainbow. She was born a loner named Dawn, but the second she opened her parents- Wicked and Jersey, renamed her Rainbow. But one day, as a very young kit she wondered off from her mother and brothers Lyte and Tiger. This wasn't too long ago either, it was the beginning of leaf fall. Well, it was getting dark and the little gray and white cat was very cold by now. Stumbling into Brookclan, a patrol came and rescued her. She told her story bravely in front of this wide eyed peering cats, and to help the kit they searched and searched for her family but no luck. But, Rainbow continued on with life bravely. By now you can tell surely that this mini warrior is quite brave, even as a runt. She is kind to all the cats, even if they aren't to her. But to tell the truth, she's lonely. She was renamed Windowkit. She is a pure white she-cat with a gray tail and the top of her head with a stripe of white coming from her nose and up between her eyes to the top of her head. Darker stripes pattern the grey parts to give it a tabby look. Her nose is quite cute and pink. Now her eyes. She was named rainbow because they are nearly close to being a rainbow. They are large and bright at all times. The rims of the eye are dark blue and slowly fade to a lemony green that then is yellow by the pupil. About the lemon green it bleeds a red orange. She befriended two cats. One named Pureinstanity and the other DrearyRaven. In the end, Pureinsanity, or Purepaw at the time, was exiled for murder but she still met up with him. He was a close friend of hers, always getting them both in trouble. But with DrearyRaven, she would sacrifice the world for him. She loves him more than anything. But, he was a loner and it was forbidden. Ever sense they were kits, she pressed him to join Brookclan, each time he refused. But finally when they were utter sure of their love, he promised to join once she became a warrior. With that in mind, she worked hard and he joined almost immediately. They live happily together in Brookclan, raising their family and serving Brookclan. WindowTint pushes on and on to continue being a magnificent Brookclan warrior and find her parents again!
Winterflash
Rped by lovelygirl18
A pretty, snow-white she-cat with intelligent, ice-blue eyes. Sweet, like honey. Warm, like the green-leaf sun. Gentle, like a mother, and just as pertective. Winterflash was born a loner, her mothers name was Midnight, her father is a mystery tom, and she would of loved to found out who he was. She is known for being a fast runner, making her a great rabbit hunter, as well as a sleek swimmer. Winterflash is a strong-willed and independet she-cat, she hate's asking for help and if anycat dare's to offer her help in anyway, she will snap at them. Winterflash is not one for love stories, she has no time with a Clan to help take care of. The Clans needs are greater then her own. Winterflash can get distracted very easily, by anything from butterfly's to mice, from leaf's falling to a cat's very pink nose. You can often find her chasing after butterfly's or watching the cloud's go by when she isn't worring over her Clanmate's. What most cat's see of her, is a flash of white. She love's to run, she could run and run, forever and ever, if she had forever, that is. Winterflash, when she was a loner, would often glaze into the territory's of the Clan's, watch the border patrol's go by. She was intrested in how they worked, but alway's had loved the freedom being a loner. One day, she got into a fight with a nasty fox near one of the clan's border, and to her luck a patrol was coming by and helped her. Winter, at the time, had been badly injured, and the patrol was kind enough to take them back to their camp and to the medicine cat to heal her up. Winterflash had never though of herself as one for clan life, but as she was healing, she watched the Warriors go in and out of camp, and the other cats going on with their daily lives. One of the many kind cats even came up to Winterflash and told her about their clan, StarClan and the warriors code. It was as if a light was turned on in her head, she needed rules, instead of being a loner running wild and free. She asked their leader if she could join, and then she become a part of PondClan. Winterflash lived in PondClan for a few moons, but she had grown close to many of the cats in it, and was broken when they fell apart. Reluctantly, she returned to her life as a loner, but it only lasted a moon before she can to BrookClan. Being a loner is just to... lonely for her. Know she is just as loyal as any BrookClan cat, and she loves it even more then she loved PondClan! Proud, compassionate, playful, graceful and loving are some of the more positive words used for Winterflash. Loud-mouth, sharp tongued and known to be very defensive. Protective of her friends, if you dare lay a claw on one of them, you will have Dark Forest to pay. If you ever catch Winterflash in a lie, witch she rarely ever does, she often shutters, her ears flatten back and she she will not look at you. She has a sister, Juniper[leaf], and a brother, Ember[smoke]. Winterflash is one of the many cat's who have fallen into the traip of the cutiness of kit's, she would love to have some, aswell as a mate, but she believe's that if she did, then she wouldn't be able to be as good of a Warrior for her Clan.
Rainbowdash
Roleplayed by ♠♠♠♠♠♠Spadey♠♠♠♠♠♠
A gray-blue she-cat with amber eyes.Rainbowdash is very confident in her abilities, which is often construed by others as laziness. She often proudly says that she's better than the rest of the cats, but quickly hushed by someone who gives her a scornful look.Rainbow Dash doesn't hide her annoyance at her friends' behavior, mostly with shy cats.Sometimes she is shown to have a great amount of patience and compassion for her friends.Despite RainbowDash's competitiveness and confidence, she reacts poorly to failure, or even the possibility of failure.Having demonstrated remarkable speed and agility on the ground, RainbowDash has proven herself to be a capable and accomplished runner. Capable and athletic, RainbowDash lives for adventure! When any problem should arise that involves traveling to distant lands or dealing with a mysterious cats, Rainbowdash is the first to volunteer! Brave and bold, any cat who has ever seen this she-cat on the ground has been left in jaw-dropped awe of her speed, agility, and, well, her confidence
Opaldesire
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Untouched white fur covers her small frame, soft and dirt-free. Within her innocent eyes a creamy lavender hue expands to her pupils, cautious and kind. This she-cat is usually always around her brother, Pyritedeceiver, no matter what kind of trouble he's getting them into. Her other brother, Shatteredbone, is one she is afraid to go near. Opaldesire isn't much of a fighter, but more of a peacekeeper. She enjoys the bright side of life, when her brothers would choose the dark. Opaldesire has never had any desire to push for a position. She would rather keep it slow and have the ability to enjoy life while it lasts. Her many desires is what pushes her each day, encouraging her to work hard on everything she does, even if it's something she doesn't want to do. So even though she has many desires, her clan comes before her dreams, and that means she'll let go of everything to save her home.
Iridescentdream
.::SiLeNt_StArS::.
Silent, swift, agile. Three things that make this brown tabby almost unnoticeable, as if she were a dream. That is how Iridescentdream earned her name. The tabby hardly ever speaks and does her duties to the clan swiftly and tends to stay out of her clanmates way. However when she does speak, her voice is as soft as silk and seems like a voice from your dreams. Her shy green eyes are always downcast, a sign of her self-consciousnesses. However it cannot be helped for it is something that has always plagued her since she was a kit. Even at her best she is always thinks she can do more. Perhaps it is something she will grow out of as she gets older, or perhaps it will never leave her. Only time can tell with Iridescentdream.
Shadowthief
Roleplayed by Black♠Veil
A shadow in the night, untouched by the light that shines through in the morning. A thief of your words, breath taking and admired. A shy tom, is the subject here. Though he might be protective of those he loves, he knows the di