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h O M E || m E M B E R S || p A T R O L S || c A M P
Leader
Silverstar
Roleplayed by Rainfire2
Deputy
Crystallinefire*
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
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 comprehendible. Though she puts everyone off, many admire her untouchable beauty. But what lays inside of her is everything 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. But 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 sort of darkness. Being one of devious acts, she isn't found likable to many. Fine by her. The only cats that usually go near her are those pathetic excuses for toms that willingly put their useless lives in her bloody paws. Now children, what do you think happened to them? Heheheh, right, you don'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 Crystallinefire doesn't really 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 screws in her head loose, but it's not so bad once you know her. And actually, she has dreams that she wishes to fulfill. Shocking, isn't it? Yes, this she-cat is most certainly filled with surprises. So why not take the time to talk to her? She's not as bad as others make her out to be.
Co - Deputy
Gardendapple*
Roleplayed by xxmasquerade
Crisp brown leaves drift silently from towering rich brown oaks while the soft sunlight peeks through their midst. His eyes bring this serenity; this warmth. His brown-splotched, fluffy coat, soft as a kitten's, reflects this scene; the darker dapples in the brown and the pale white shining out from under. A garden of mood. A garden of bitter-sweet; Gardendapple. He is strict, but not too harsh. Kind, but not too mushy. Fair. He is no where close to perfect, though. His thoughts on perfection? No one is perfect, but only the ones who do right are close. This tom does not tolerate all-the-time laziness. He feels it's okay to rest every once in a while but buisness is buisness and it always needs to be handled. He has no mate and doesn't feel like searching. If someone is going to fall for him they better speak up because he has no time to worry about little crushes. Duty before love is one of his philosophies. He acts as a father to the clan at times and many of the abandoned kits look to him like one. He understands them because he was abandoned young too. He has a muscular, tall build and a great just as strong. He normally deals with his troubles by running or catching fish, not that he really worries about many 'troubles' of his. He's one to blow off the past but face it when necessary. Gardendapple is really tied in with nature. He thinks of every creature, every plant as it's own spirit. He listens closely to the sounds of nature, taking in their sweet, or sometimes sorrowful, melodies. These melodies include the peaceful, or sometimes cautious, swaying of the great oaks and pines, the cheerful, yet lonely sound of the babbling brook, and the stressed chatter of raindrops against the hard ground. A garden of mood.
Medicine Cat
Burdockbite*
Roleplayed by qwerty1234567
A medium sized siamese tom with blue eyes. Physically, he does have a few scars. He has a few nicks in his ears, parallel to each other. He also has a scar also near his spine, which runs down his back. He has never engaged in any type of battle purposefully; rather, he was attacked at a young age. Aside from those few things, he's a healthy tom, with no serious injuries or impediments. Mentally, he is healthy and unhealthy in a sense. He never really is humorous; he sees no sense in it. The common crowd isn't generally what he hangs around, he simply doesn't care to. He talks with either his patients, his comrade, the leader, or anyone else who needs his assistance, otherwise he keeps to himself. He also really doesn't believe in love. He believes in the chemicals that lead up to love, just not love itself. He never really did believe in love. It wasn't anything traumatic, this belief, only spontaneous. Obviously giving up love didn't mean much to him. If he was on his own, as a loner, he probably would be a loner. He also has a knack for knowing other cat's emotions and physical health. He isn't anything special, only exceptionally good at observation. By the way a cat carries him or herself, talks, facial expression, or body language, he can tell. At first it might be a bit spooky for a cat. On the healthy side, he's content with where he's at. He has little trouble, and even if he does he can manage it himself very well. On the unhealthy side, in some cat's opinions, he's absolutely anti-social. He also believes that war is unneeded. He wishes to have no part in it, except for the healing. He stays out of arguments for that reason. He respects herbs and Starclan very much; his connection with those two things is what landed him here, in the position he is in.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Fadedpaw {memory}
Roleplayed by♥feveя
A small black and white tom, with eyes so sad and distant. A young cat who everyone thought was destined to fail. Fadedmemory is a very young cat, a cat many though never would of taken the role he has today. He is a smaller tom, with eyes that hold a million pains. Each pain worse the the last. When he was found as a kit he was taken in by Brookclan and raised as a motherless kit. He worked hard as a kit and helped out around the camp, mainly spending time in the Medicine cats den or elders den. After becoming an apprentice he soon found out he wasn't made to be a warrior. He failed time after time and his mentor looked down at him as a weak excuse for a cat. One day he even left a scar on his nose. He is very timid and has a small voice, but when it comes to working with herbs and helping others, he is a very brave young cat who knows exactly what he is doing. He doesn't waste time playing, mainly because most cats are so used to treating him as nothing. But he doesn't mind as long as he can serve his clan, even if he wished he had a few friends he could talk with and share tongues with.
Warriors
Riverstorm
Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
Don't let this tom's placid blue eyes fool you. He may be calm looking on the outside but look out! He can strike without warning. Riverstorm is fiercely loyal to BrookClan and to the protection of his clanmates. His gray and black tabby coat reminded his mother so much of the river she loved so that's why she named him Riverkit. His stormy nature provided the basis to his warrior's name. But as all things have a balance, Riverstorm also has a softer side. He has plenty of love to share with a mate when he finds one.
Sandfur*
Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
A sandy colored tom with bright green eyes. He's almost always happy and never gives up on anything.If he's sad or angry, then something's not right.He's a brave cat who loves to go on adventures and hardly ever gets tired.Even though he's brave, he doesn't brag about it and he's not stuck up.He's very friendly and is always nice to everyone.Although he's friendly, he does tend to get mad sometimes and bring out his claws, but that's only when others mess with him.
Silversong*
Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
A slim silver she-cat with piercing blue eyes.She's a nice and caring she-cat who adores kits.She is easy going,but if you do something that makes her furious, she will give you some permenent scars.If you stay nice to her, she will be nice in return.She loves to hunt and she doesn't mind hunting on her own.She's always happy aslong as nobody messes with her.
Flamingspirit
Roleplayed by leafpool1803
A bluish black she-cat with white ears, tail tip, and paws. She has long fangs and is very protective of her clan and litter mates,she is also not afraid to shead blood at a time of need only. She loves to to sun bath in her favorite spot near her favorite tree, but she hates bad tempered cats and wishes she could make them better tempered. She thinks cats dont think she is kind because of what she looks like, therefore she dosent have any friends. she has starry dark blue eyes and thinks sometimes she hear voices in her head that tell her to do something.she loves being around other cats and hates to be by herself. she loves kits wishes someday to have a perfect mate that loves her for who she is in the inside not how she looks on the outside and beuitiful kits that are kind and playful. She is kind and almost always is good tempered.
Willowfur
Roleplayed by leafpool1803
A bluish black she-cat with white ears, tail tip, and paws. She has long fangs and is very protective of her clan and litter mates,she is also not afraid to shead blood at a time of need only. She loves to to sun bath in her favorite spot near her favorite tree, but she hates bad tempered cats and wishes she could make them better tempered. She thinks cats dont think she is kind because of what she looks like, therefore she dosent have any friends. she has starry dark blue eyes and thinks sometimes she hear voices in her head that tell her to do something.she loves being around other cats and hates to be by herself. she loves kits wishes someday to have a perfect mate that loves her for who she is in the inside not how she looks on the outside and beuitiful kits that are kind and playful. She is kind and almost always is good tempered.
Whisperedecho
Roleplayed by leafpool1803
A pretty snow white she-cat with interesting green eyes.She is a good cat to know, a good friend to all. She defends well, and attacks well also. She will be a good Warrior, and will do her best, like she always does. Whisperedecho is very helpful, and does knowing she wont get back.She is very quiet and reserved when you first meet her though.Once you become one of her close friends then you know you are in good paws.A lot of toms have liked her ever since she was just moons old but hasnt liked them back.She does think it would be nice to have a mate and kits one day.
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 usually found alone or in a dark, secluded corner.
Mistystream
Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
A very small cream colored tabby with large gray-green eyes. She is a fun loving cat with a very inquisitive nature. If there is a new path she has to follow it. A cave she hasn't seen before will be explored. Her fun loving side comes out when she plays with the kits of the clan. She has only one kit, Badgerkit. The brown tabby tom that was her mate died protecting his family from a fox. Although she is a very petite cat, Mistystream has an extremely fearless nature. She will take on any adversary with little thought to her own safety. If a friend or loved one is in danger she will launch herself into battle whether it be many foes or few. Aspirations for leadership? No. Mistystream is very contented just being a warrior in the service of Brookclan. All she really wants when she leaves this life is to be remembered for her love for her clan.
Badgerstripe
Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
Spirit? This tom has got it! He's a feisty brown tabby tom with chestnut brown eyes. Two black stripes one on each side of his head give him a badger-like appearance. He loves to hunt and fish in the many streams that cut through BrookClan's territory. Never at a lack for energy, Badgerstripe is always up for a patrol. Mistystream is his mother. He can't seem to recall his father. He was just a week old when that brave tom died in a battle protecting him from a fox.
Clockworklullaby
Roleplayed by Blossomlight
"Tik tok tik tok tik tok" the melody of the clock is starting to drill into your mind. The hands moves oh so slowly and the lullaby drifts past you. Silent and mind-blowing is the tom in the corner His blue eyes tell a story to deep for explanation. His fur a perfect shade of silvery blue and his left ear is midnight black. He has a white tail tip and a mysterious smile. He can trick anyone and moves swiftly. His fighting skills are surperior to those of a regular warrior. He was the runt of his litter and now he is the largest cat in his family. He rarely speaks, unless of course it is to impress a she-cat. Simply a cat who no one talks to he feels like an outcast at times. He always has the clockwork lullaby in his head. "tik tok tik tok tik tok" till the day he dies. He has a game he likes to play. It's a dangerous game. Whoever wins his heart wins the game. Who in the world could this be? I am glad you asked, he is Clockworklullaby, truely a mysterious cat. Just remember the lullaby of the clock and he'll always be somewhere near.
Sunnyday
Roleplayed by nataliejay4397
Sunnyday is a tabby tom with brown eyes. When he was a kit, his and Waterfall's parents and siblings were killed by foxes. From then on, he did his best to protect Waterfall. He is a very good fighter, but he knew he couldn't be there for her all the time. So, joining Brookclan seemed to be the best bet. He is now a loyal Brookclan warrior.
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.
Rustedfeather
Roleplayed by Darkest_Heart
A dark red-brown Tom with dark amber eyes. RustedFeather is a very battle starved cat though ,had not been to battle he dreams of fighting for his clan what ever the reason. Deep down he is sad and a whole in his heart widens as he ages. He had always wanted a family and find himself gazing off thinking about his own family that had left him at the edge of the territory. RustedFeather is not a quiet as he may seam always alone but when someone comes up to him and start to speak he loves to chat.
Fawnspots
Roleplayed by spottedpath865
As a kit, Fawnspots had many siblings and a great life. Her mother and father loved them all and they were a great family. All that ended one day, late at night. Fawnspots and her siblings were all huddled together with their mother when it happened. They heard a crack and the smell of smoke coming from right outside. Her mother jumped up and starting pushing them out the door, but the fire was too close. Everyone got out except for her mother and her four siblings, they all died. Fawnspots blames herself every single day and nothing anyone says will ever change her mind. Fawnspots is a brown she-cat with darker brown spots on her back. She has amber eyes.
Snowflakeattack*
Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick
To be or not to be? This two sided she cat is fun to deal with. She is a white she cat with brown spots dappling her pelt. Much like a snow storm... except... you know, brown.... Hehe. Anyway like I said, she is much of a two sided she cat. She can be happy one day but then a total drag the next. But the worst is when she is pretending to be your friend. It makes it hard for her to find a true actual friend because nobody trusts her. With good reason to. Who would want to trust someone like that? The type that could tell you that you look good when honestly she thinks you look horrible. For this reason its highly unlikely she'll ever go far in life. She'll always just be that one warrior in Brookclan that was a two-faced and horrible. She knows this. And she has honestly, accepted it.
Ganymede
Roleplayed by nemonster
Lean Ganymede-machine has a pelt of short-hair, which is almost entirely a hue of delicious, mocha brown. Earthy, muddy tones are also apparent throughout his fur. An ivory patch spreads across the medium-length tufts of fur on his chest, and the only other instance of white appears as a sock on his front left leg. That stretches up his limb until the upper portion of his foreleg. His nose is healthy, notably moist, and the same umbre-shade as the rest of his lithe body. A bit on the smaller than average size for a male, his build is not completely uncommon. Muscles strung tightly to his bones with pliable ligaments, he is a fitful warrior. Ganymede's most common battle move is that of biting his opponent with his razor sharp teeth. His eyes are nothing special, just a splash of olive and emerald in an eternal blitz outlined by obsidian. This lovely boy possesses just a touch of the rotten vanity that has overcome Brookclan. He's nervous when he gets a bit dirty, and it's quite common for him to lick at his paw only to drag it across a 'dusty' patch of his body. Mister Ganymede has one of a dangerous aura surrounding him. With his fierce fighting skills and seductive ways, it's a surprise to many that he isn't as malicious as some cats believe him to be. Ganymede likes eavesdropping, sneaking about, and can, and will, tell outrageous lies from time to time. Friends and enemies alike have certain bones to pick with this guy, but he doesn't let their little squabbles ruin his day. In fact, arguing here and there is how Ganymede usually wakes up in the morning. With a tongue as sharp as thorns and ferocity running quickly through his veins, his abominable fury is enough to make any cat feel diminutive after a stony glances accompanied with harsh words.
Cracklefire
Roleplayed by theAverage
Friends. What a useless word. Really, it was just a title for someone who was eagerly anticipating the right moment to stab you in the back. A label for betrayers, and traitors. To put it quite simply, that's how Cracklefire views the world. While others see their fellow Clanmates as possible friends, she looks upon them as future enemies. Some felines perspectives about the universe follows along the lines of seeing it as 'full of pleasurable opportunities,' in contrast to the darker way Cracklefire thinks of it: Full of chances to fail and die. She looks at the glass half-empty, a pessimist to the end. To her, it seems as if the world has turned into one large fairy tale. Everyone beautiful and handsome. Everyone skilled to the highest degree in one, if not all, of the numerous set of skills warrior cats traditionally prosper in. Most every cat the epitome of youth and benevolence. And then there's her. Cracklefire bears the rugged appearance of your average rough-n'-tough tom. That's where everything goes wrong - your average rough-n'-tough t o m. Bright orange coat, squashed-in nose, and bi-colored eyes that don't flatter her, but instead emphasize her natural homeliness. And her, skilled? She failed, and continues to fail, at hunting. And while she has enough talent to give fighting a good go, shedecidedly lacks the patience and brawn it takes to ever be an outstanding one. Cracklefire is one who is visually aged beyond her years, looking to be near an senior warrior if not an elder, when she is still relatively youthful, just near ending the prime of her life. Mentally, she remains near the mindset of a kit, determined by her frequent petulance, temper tantrums when things don't go her way, and bossiness that, while it shows she may be a leader-in-the-making, also makes it clear that she's incompetent in articulating herself without irritating others. After hearing all the darker things of Cracklefire, we'll skip the rest and move on to the good things about her. Her pessimistic view on everything is obviously a downer about her, but it's mostly balanced out by her cleverness and sense of humor. Another way to think about it is, at least if you consider all the bad possible outcomes of everything, you'll be ready for them. It's surprising to many that she has a sense of humor, but she does. She perhaps picked it up from her father, who was famous for being the clown of BrookClan. Though there's many things about her that denotes her as an unsatisfactory leader, there are many things that name her as a natural one as well. She may not show a great dexterity at fighting or hunting, but she's a strategic genius. Though she loves to fight - the adrenaline rush, the sense of pride that comes when you do well - she reluctantly remains at the sidelines for many small battles to help plot and plan; an effort to help BrookClan win with few casualties, not to mention fatalities. And while she may be suspicious of everyone, there's a streak of selflessness in her to combat everything else. She would help anyone in her Clan without hesitating. Though she's not easy on the eyes, she'll try her hardest at anything even if she fails miserably, and is overall a truthful, honest feline.
Goldenstripe*
Roleplayed by Lilyfeather
She pads quickly through a sun-dappled forest, pausing every so often to turn and listen. Her silky golden fur is fluffed up as she breaks into a run. The black stripes that mark her pelt are dusted from pollen from the clump of flowers she ran through earlier. Her large amber eyes are wide with fear. She can hear them coming, running faster, knowing where she is, coming to get her... But it's just a dream. Every night she will relive that memory.They will come for her, and capture her, and torture her all over again. For what her mother did in the past, will haunt every move her daughter makes. Goldenstripe is a shy she-cat who, although, gets in trouble very easily. She is extremely quiet but nothing a cat says ever seems to sink in. This makes Goldenstripe quite forgetful, and it reflects on her training. She wants to be a good warrior, but if her mentor tells her to remember to keep her tail down, the next time she stalks something it'll be right up in the air again. Her brother used to always tell her how things went straight through one ear and out the other with Goldenstripe. But then they came. Goldenstripe's mother raced away the day before, leaving her two kits stranded out in the Twoleg field. The cats who came pinned Goldenstripe and her brother, Stormkit, to the ground. They placed their paws on Goldenstripe's neck, making it hard to breathe. They pricked their claws into her skin. They asked questions about her mother but when Goldenpstripe didn't answer the cat that had her pinned down raised a paw and slashed his claws across her neck. Then he left her to witness her brother's death. Both the cats did it. After that, Goldenstripe summoned all her strength and raced across the field, into a dark, sun-dappled forest and bursting through a clump of flowers. She became weak as blood gushed from the wound. In a matter of heartbeats she had tripped over her own paws and fallen in a collapsed heap to the ground. When she woke, she was in BrookClan's medicine cat den. BrookClan is Goldenstripe's birth Clan, but her mother wanted to escape the glaring eyes and silenced conversations as she walked by, so she took her kits and wanted to raise them as loners. But her past caught up to her. Goldenstripe is haunted by her past. She is terrified of going outside the camp alone for when she is a warrior. She hopes one day she'll get over the sight of her brother's death, but every morning she wakes yowling, feeling the pain all over again. Her scar stands out like a grim reminder of what her mother did, making the normally pretty she-cat look dark and lonely, maybe because that's what she is. Goldenstripe enjoys swimming, because when you're underwater, no one can hear your screams...
Leafgaze*
Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
A pale sandy colored she-cat with leafy green eyes.She's a quiet and calm cat who never goes through things roughly.She's very sensative, so her feelings can get hurt very easily sometimes.She's nice to all cats, even the ones who aren't nice to her.If there ever is a problem, she will try her best to fix it.She can't controll her forces very well, which makes her not so gentle.If she hurts someone by accident, the injury could be brutal.
Mysteriousnightingale
Roleplayed by .:~Forget.Me.Not~:.
Cloaked in grey, masked with white. She came up in the dead of night. When all were asleep to dream of sweet lives, it was her who brought prophecy over her own life. The reincarnation of a past leader, Wildstar, who fell from her throne and abandoned all hope muttering her return when she might be needed most. With eyes as bright as starlight, she is a beauty in her own right. Her posture isn't all fun and games though, although with some she takes that such delight. Instead she was sent for a reason not even she knows, a reason the cats may never know... or will if she fails. Perhaps she is just overflattering herself with the thought that she is something fantastic, when in reality she is a mere cat like any other trying to find her way higher.
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.
Fleetfoot
Roleplayed 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?
Apprentices
Dovepaw {heart}
Roleplayed by blossomlight
On the outside a shy, calm, sweet she-cat. On the inside, a completely different cat. If she wasn't so timid she could be who she wants to be; a fun, adventurous, out-going she-cat with nothing to lose. She wants to climb trees and go on all sorts of adventures with her friends. She wants to feel the thrill of battle whenever she feels like it. But she must remain calm and level-headed. She has to keep her perfect white coat clean and groomed. She has to make sure her fur doesn't get in the way of her lovely navy blue eyes. She has to be nice to everyone in her clan. She has to be a lady if you'd like to put it that way. But she doesn't want to watch her manners and her tone of voice. She wants to live like a warrior cat should! But would she ever admit it? Of course not. She has to do what her mother intended for her to do, find a mate and settle down with kits. She doesn't want to be restricted to this though. She wants to feel the love that only comes from another clan, forbidden that is. She wants to forget all her troubles and worries and just have fun. Maybe someday, she'll admit it. Who is 'she'? Well 'she' is Doveheart, beauty of the clan.
Shimmeringpaw {breeze}
Roleplayed by leafpaw 1803
A small, yet strong, and lithe golden she-cat with forest green eyes. She has a white underbelly and paws, and an unusually bushy tail, that is tipped white. Sweet and caring, she is a very good friend. She loves the way she looks because she thinks it makes her different, but special. She has an extremly kind heart. Whenever she is around other cats she is very open and loves to talk. No one could question her loyalty for her Clan. She can be a daydreamer, and can sometimes be caught staring at the passing clouds. She loves to swim and wishes to be the best warrior ever.
Darkpaw {foot}
Roleplayed by leafpaw1803
Darkpaw is a young black tom who would like to learn all the skills of a warrior. He is a large apprentice who is very calm and quiet, staying to himself. His only problems come with making friends,but that doesn't stop him from being a loyal Brookclan cat.He is always on what you might call 'high alert' and has very keen ears.He doesn't know his parents or littermates.
Vortexpaw {attraction}
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, aka through charming toms, etc.
Purepaw {insanity}
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?
Queens
Gentlebeam
Roleplayed by blossomlight
Gentle radiant golden gaze and the perfect golden fur to match. This is the wonderful she-cat, Gentlebeam. When she was young she was extremely close to her sister, Wolffrost. But soon after her older sister gave born she died. Gentlebeam had the kits brought to her by her sister's mate who was a loner. His name was kaito and he decided to join his kits and his sister-in-law in the clan. She took care of the kits and raised them as her own for as log as they could remember.
Waterfall
Roleplayed by nataliejay4397
Waterfall is a grey she-cat with one white paw. She has pale blue eyes and a grey nose. She and her mate, Sunnyday, used to be loners. Sunnyday took Waterfall to join Brookclan because he believed that it was the best way to protect her and their future kits. She is very close to kitting. She can't wait to have the kits and watch them grow into strong warriors for Brookclan.
Waterlily*
Roleplayed by Prettykittywithclaws
This gorgeous young queen has a shimmering silver-blue sheen to her thick, long pelt. Though she has a large build, especially accounting for her fur, she is very quiet, elegant, and graceful. Her left front paw, as well as her left ear, sports a white sock, and the tip of her tail is white, too. Waterlily's belly, now swollen with her 42-sunrise-old unborn kits, conceals a long scar that no one has ever seen. The windows to her soul are lavender-blue, while her Waterlily pink nose and paw pads are the attribute after which she was named; those, and the fact that she was born next to a pond filled with magnificent pink waterlilies. Like the flower, Waterlily is warm, calm, gentle and a peaceful spirit. Her voice is soft, her tone serene, melodious; and almost always saying something kind. She prefers to resolves issues without fighting, not because she's not good at it, but because she hates to cause pain - though she has no issues hunting, with her quicksilver paws and quiet demeanour. Her heart yearns - always has yearned - for the companionship of a friend, a tomcat, someone to help heal her damaged self esteem, someone who'll love her just as she is, someone who'll stand up for and ruthlessly protect her. But, deep down, she thinks that with kits on the way fathered by a mangy loner, no one could ever love her. And if they could; would she ever be able to love them back? Could she ever trust a tom, ever again, after what one did to her? Before - before it happened - she had been a different Waterlily, she would have defended herself from anything, would have backed words with teeth and claws... But now, her fire had ebbed to an ember. Though, she had a feeling, that if a tom would be there for her, to protect her, to love her, to support her...then her fire might just be rekindled into the hot roaring flame it once was.
Shadowmasquerade*
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
When darkness overcomes you, there isn't much you can do, especially when you're paralyzed. There's no escaping, and no help.You are left alone with no living soul. Take notice I said living soul. Many other things still lurk there, but they blend so well with the darkness, you can't see them. Even so, they are still there, challenging you yet not really attacking. Shadows. It's quite frightening, but these are only the minions. What lays deeper inside the dark, ominous forest is much, much worse. The shadows dare you onwards, speaking so fast and low they are inaudible. Not being able to turn down a dare, you continue, though you're scared out of your wits. When you finally see the piercing indigo eyes, you want to escape as soon as possible, yet you are captured in the blue void, finally escaping the darkness, before you are pulled back into reality by the sudden movement of grace. The shadowy figure moves gracefully, and your paws find themselves in a rhythm that is daring and dangerous, yet the alluring she-cat is peculiar and shy, unknown to most of her kind. The only real place she can seek herself is in her own masquerade, which you fall into easily, if you are not careful. Her black pelt is only marked by a silver outline around her indigo eyes, and the small spots that curve under them. Completely mysterious, the she-cat resides in a cold, chilly clan she wouldn't leave unless challenged. Like her clan, she never turns down a challenge, accepting the quest with as much dignity as she could possibly muster. A graceful dancer, it is always hard to notice her among the shadow masquerade that matches her with such grace, it seems impossible. Many see her as weak, yet she will do anything to protect her clan, though it doesn't show much. The ominous cat will always protect anything close to her, and she would even give up her own masquerade for the clan she follows, abandoning the shadows that follow her at all costs. No matter what she does, she will hurt someone or something one way or another, perhaps even damaging them permanently. This is a sacrifice she will make, even if it means hurting herself in a way she will never be healed from. Even in death, the shadow queen will dance gracefully in the masquerade she has created for herself.
Spidercrown*
Roleplayed by xxmasquerade
Beautiful; slender; graceful. Everything wonderful, correct? No. She may be gorgeous, she may have a rocking figure, and she may be light-footed, but she's broken. Not just broken once; shattered into a million pieces. Her fur is of nomal length and a dusty brown. On he head is three darker stripes and a slightly lighter band, making it look like an upside-down crown. Her once-happy eyes are a rich shade of brown rimmed with a lighter tan. Somehow the once outgoing she-cat still manages to smile. She was abused by her parents when she was young but still grew up loving them and everyone else. She found a mate, had some kits named Webkit, Fawnkit, and Cherrykit. Something happened, however and her mate changed. He started becoming very aggressive and foaming from the mouth. One day, he turned on his family and killed Cherrykit. In desperate attempt to get away from the mad cat, Spidercrown took Fawnkit and Webkit and sped off. On her way back to camp, however, she fell in a sink hole. Fawnkit had hit gravel and lost one of her eyes and tore up her once-innocent face. Though they all survived, Spidercrown never quit blaming herself for Cherrykit's death and Fawnkit's misfortune.
Kits
Torrentkit {inferno}
Roleplayed by Rainfire2
Torrentinferno is like that moment when burning, malicious fire, which is scorching through the forest, becomes subdued by rain pouring down from the heavens, coming down in large drops that could easily start a flood. When two natural disasters are combined, it creates peace and tranquility. Bliss and happiness. Torrentinferno is a cat of pure balance. When it comes to good and evil, she is neutral. She loves and respects both, so long as one does not overwhelm the other. Her pelt appears like it has been struck by a powerful orange flame. It is as bright orange as fire, and has mixes of some more yellow-orange, and some more red-orange. She often stands out in a crowd, because of her beautiful fur. But not just that. Her eyes a stunning aqua color, like refreshing water. Torrentinferno is gorgeous in an unusual sense. She has an appearance that makes you do a double-take. Not just because of her beauty, but just the oddity of her looks. She is unlike anything you have ever seen before. Two deadly things combined to give you a strange feeling of bliss and relaxation. Torrentinferno loves the heat of the battle, but she also loves the safety of peace, when you feel so comfortable and warm that you think nothing could ever go wrong. She excels in neither hunting nor fighting, but she is good at both. She can be kind, and she can be cold. It depends on your past experiences with this she-cat. She is not especially accepting, but she is not judgmental or prejudiced. She will judge you by your merits, and she will always give you a second chance, but not a third. She can be happy and hyper, but she can also be calm and wise. It all depends on who she's talking to. In every way she is balanced. Not bi-polar, no. Just balanced. This may be caused by her parents and siblings. They were all loners, before she came to BrookClan. Her father had a peaceful soul. He was calm, and quiet. Subtle and gentle. He never rose his voice, and never got mad. Because of this, people often were able to walk all over him and take advantage of him. Her mother was a rebellious spirit, active and fun, always happy and doing something, but with a quick temper. They had three kits, the eldest was Torrent, the youngest Inferno, and then there was she. The middle kit. Her name was Balance. Each of them had perfect names. Torrent was the older sister. She was basically a copy of her father, calm, peaceful and relaxed. Then the younger brother, Inferno. He was like their mother. Rebellious and lawless, often getting away with things when their father was around, but getting scolded roughly by their mother. Then one day came, where they were all captured by twolegs. They were old and decrepit, and they were dying. They took all four of them to an island, but they lived for only a short amount of time before they died. This island was barren and bleak, with no food and no freshwater. It was the ultimate test for all of them, and only she had the strength and balance to overcome this. Her entire family died one by one, whether it be from starvation, dehydration and in a lot of cases, going crazy. Balance was distraught by all of this, but she knew she could not give up and let herself die. After all of the others had died, she remained. A twoleg came and found her, once he heard about the death of his parents. He took her in, gave her food and water, and brought her back to good health before he let her back into the wild, as he knew she had come from there. It wasn't long before she found her way to BrookClan. She doesn't know it, but she actually has SpringClan roots. She is related to the well-known SpringClan cat, Rainfire. Quite an odd coincidence. Despite what she knows is good luck by finding BrookClan, the memories of what happened on that island still haunt her nearly every night and day.
Mintykit
Roleplayed by theAverage
This she-cat is average to the last degree. Her eyes are a brilliant blueish green- a turquoise. She has extensive whiskers and eyelashes. Regarding her pelt, it's simply normal. Stemming from her back, down to her underbelly, a sandy-gray shade gives the baseline for her pelt. Mottled gray-brown works its way into the shading of her pelt, and adds the effect of camouflage in thick underbrush to an advantage to her. Dark stripes of agate gray dash in and amongst the streaks, and give her the appearance of a lynx, from a distance. Black stripes stem from the top of her spine, down to her mid-flank region, and then fade into a light, silvery-gray shade.This she-cat is notorious for being very bright and light-hearted; intelligent and clever, and quick with her paws. She's generally an optimist when it comes to viewing the world, as she's never had any encounters with the seamier side of life. If she could choose to have any position in the Clan, her choice would have to be that of a Medicine Cat Apprentice or Medicine Cat itself. As this is not likely for her, she hopes to one day be a renown hunter or fighter.
Metallickit {pelt}*
Roleplayed by Prettykittywithclaws
This tomcat's fluffy, soft pelt is has a metallic silver shine to it. Similarly, his big, innocent - almost hypnotising - eyes are a blue-grey shade. The biggest of his litter, he's always been the more dominant, more fun, more outgoing kit. It's sweet to see how much he cares about his littermates, Songkit and Rainkit, and how he fusses of his mother as if she were a kit, too! He feels like his mother, Waterlily, has always favoured him, and doesn't really know why, but hasn't stopped to ask. Metallickit loves attention! He dominates any conversation, with his superior vocal skills; any game, with his large frame and strong muscles; and even any intellectual challenge, with that large brain in that inflated head of his. Metallickit's personality is truly larger than life - but any trouble he may cause, everyone lets him out of, as there is no cuteness immunity shot yet. What this naive little tomcat loves best is to sit in the elders den, listening to their fascinating tales. He thinks BrookClan is the bestest Clan ever, and talks about what an awesome apprentice he's going to be all day. And, in many ways, he is right. Daily, he hones his hunting skills (usually with the assistance of Waterlily's tail), his fighting skills (usually on the other kits, most often without their permission) and his swimming skills (usually in a nearby puddle).
Daylightkit
Roleplayedby Darkest_Heart
A pretty dark ginger she cat with long fur and Amber eyes.Daylightkit is a loving young she cat and has been edging to get out of the nursery. Daylightkit loves to watch the warriors come and go thinking one day that will be her.Freedom is what she wants.She is a young free spirt and hates to be kept in one place. She has a thing for getting up early to watch the dawn patrol go and then to stay until the last patrol goes out.For her the stars were her bestfriends the cats of the past.She hopes to be a leader one day and to be strong for her clan.Bravery is one word to describe her but lost is another.She hopes to have a mate and kits of her own one day.
Deadlykit {halo}
Roleplayed by Darkest_Heart
A black streak went by in wonder. It was Deadlykit a black calico tom with dark green eyes. Deadlykit was to curious for his own good and has been caught sneaking out of camp. He has a very odd way of thinking many have tried to see how his brain works. They called. Deadlykit wants to be a good warrior and live to be an elder to tell stories to the young.
Rainbowkit {dash}*
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.
Windowkit {tint}
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
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 to 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 Windowtint. 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. Windowtint pushes on and on to become a magnificent BrookClan warrior and find her parents again!
Mistykit {fall}
Roleplayed by ._::Serenity::_.
A large misty grey she-cat with deep green eyes. She's often the laughingstock of BrookClan. With her huge paws and un-femininelike feautures that make her clumsy and loud. Cats never have appreciatedthat she stronger than most, with her large structure, and havily muscled body. They just complain that she'll scare off all the prey and is good for nothing but taking up room in the den. No one notices how hard she tries, and no matter how hard she achieves so little. These accusations have turned her into a quiet, self-consious cat that does't talk much and just "goes with the flow" as you could say. Inside she's just a sweet, gentle cat that doesn't want to be remembered as the cat who you could hear a forest away.
Shykit {soul}
Roleplayed by Shymist
Timid. Afraid. Her tail always lifted in alert. Ears drawn back. head down. Silent to the bone. Shykit is impossibly Shy. She has a tortoiseshell coat, peach and gray swirl through her thick fur. Her eyes are like ones on a wolf, Orange with a tiny hint of blue. Shykit, even though she disregards the fact, is actually quite stunning. Other cats wonder her reasons of Shyness, unknowing of the brutal environment she fell victim to prior to her clan life. Her past is unknown to everyone but herself. Only she had been witness to the scarring nature of early kithood. Only her sister, Mistykit, understands her pain. Of course, she suffered through it as well. Unfortunately, from what Shykit has reported, Mistykit was no longer living, and now dwelled within Starclan. Are these the reasons for Shykit's sentence to silence?It will forever remain unknown.
Opalkit {desire}*
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.
Pyritekit {deceiver}*
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
Dark gold tom with iron colored eyes. {to be continued asap}
Shatteredkit {bone}*
Roleplayed by .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:.
White tom with black stripes and bright green eyes, almost neon. {to be continued asap}
Webkit*
Roleplayed by xxmasquerade
Tiny but mighty. Never was this saying more true. Webkit is a small wonder, at least, that's what Brookclan calls him. He's a smaller-than-average silver tabby tom with long, feathery fur. His eyes are a smokey blue and full of determination to prove himself. The tom is a spitting image of his deceased father, which sometimes gives his sister, Fawnkit, and mother, Spidercrown, nightmares. They love him just the same, though. Back when Webkit couldn't remember, his father caught rabies and attacked his family, leaving one of his sister's, Cherrykit, dead and the other one missing an eye and her face horribly scarred up. He believes it is his job to support his family, especially Fawnkit.