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Obsidianstar ~ Obsidian refers to a hard, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava, without crystallization. The definition of his name truly describes Obsidianstar's life, starting from kithood all the way until he became a warrior. Born to a loner many moons ago, his cold, warm, confused heart soon became rock hard as he grew up, formed by the coldness of his mother and father. He grew up to be a tom of cold politeness, curt harshness at times, but with manners nonetheless, grown without crystallization. A sleek ebony furred siamese, the black fur that covers his slender body extends all the way down to the tip of his tail, ears and paws, before brightening into a snowy shade of white. His eyes are of a gentle azure blue colour, rimmed with silver, but blue all the same. The leader of BrookClan has no real past to speak of, but it is sure that he will make history in his position as a 'star', and will lead BrookClan to victory. His love is a beautiful and caring she-cat named Twilightfrost, and he does all that he can to make her happy, only wanting her to live a good life. The leader currently has a secret within him that he cannot yet reveal to the Clan, but believe him, it will be revealed quite soon. Roleplayed by Secretkit = '=
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Deputy ~
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Talonpelt ~ Seldom cats are re-named within the ancinet ways of BrookClan, but Talonpelt was. A massive light grey tom with rare "honey" colored eyes; it brings to mind the sticky, sweet substance but his eyes are the sunset, if the sunset were painted with blood by the violent strokes of a paintbrush. But a striking feature is his two long scars across his neck. The night he was made a warrior he sat vigil. Grayclaw was the best name a cat could recive! But a kit wandered out of the den to play with it's siblings. The screeching of a Bird of Prey sent all the cats darting into their nests. But that one started kit was frozen in fear. Grayclaw rushed as fast as his paws allowed and attacked the giant bird. The huge warrior and the evenly sized bird were locked in battle as the kit scurried to safety. He chased it off, but the scars still show on his neck. So, he was renamed Talonpelt in honor of his torn pelt. Bold and strong, he may be, but he has a sharp arrogance. His way is the best, and he often struggles between StarClan's messages and his own ways. You will also find him hostile to cats outside BrookClan, especially to kitty-pets, for they once killed both of his parents. Underneath it all, he is a Gentle giant who has spirit of a mentor. What he is now, all came from his day of birth during Newleaf. Graykit was the biggest kit of his litter; his two sickly sisters and brother hadn't made it to the next day alive. His parents passed when he was an apprentice. Left alone, he saw his mentor as a light through the darkness. Upon becoming a warrior, his infamous story of the battle with the deadly bird rings in his ears. He has great potential to lead BrookClan to greatness one day, lets hope StarClan leads his paws. Roleplayed by Kibbythekat = =
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Colorlesspainting ~ If you could compare her to anything in this big world, it would be a colorless painting. The first time you see her, disappointment is one of the first feelings to encounter. She brings you a dreadful feeling of when you find coal left in your stalking in Christmas morning, itching to find out what lies beyond your neatly wrapped paper. As a kit, Colorlesspainting was rather mischievous. Her curiosity would often get the best of her. Not for better, but normally for worste. And still, growing from a kit into a fully sized warrior, she never lost her touh of her inner child. She looks like a world of no color, lost in a dull lifetime. She looks exactly like a colorless painting, with only one spot of brightness. Colorlesspainting's pelt catches the glaze of te sun, making a frosty-silver glow, printed with a story design, telling the most absolute story of herself. Her deep sapphire blue eyes are like pools of deep icy ocean waters, so secretive, and quiet. The first time she peeled her eyes open to free herself into the new world, she never felt so excited, but so blind. Her sights were made colorless. She saw colors of her own; she just didn't know how to explain what she could see. Growing up, feeling helpless and defeated by herself, she was torn bit by bit, on her adventure to save her clan. Her own critical self, she felt that society had treated her unfairly. An innocent cat asking about how it was to be in a world with no color, she could often react with a snap. But what's the point of telling how one part of you made a domino effect on the rest of your life, when you know it's not understandable to others? Her life is a series of chronicle events, each of her stories worse than the last. But even through her times of despair, when she is lost hope in herself, she will lead BrookClan to success. Roleplayed by Neon♫
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Medicine Cat ~
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Aerialwhisper ~ As the beautiful river weaved through the forest a shadow emerged further down the bank. When it steps into the sunlight it's pelt lights up and you can see it clearly The cat you see is Aerialwhisper. She has light gray fur with black markings and white paws. Her meadow green eyes can be seen even on the darkest of nights. She's a quick thinker when it comes to hard decisions. She is very friendly, until you get on her nerves. She'll act like a starving badger when she's grouchy, but she rarely does. She is a very caring and thoughtful cat. She treats other cats fairly and kindly, when others didn't treat her nicely. She was born in a very cold and terrible blizzard. Somehow, Aerialwhisper had survived. She had a sibling named Frost, but she was to small and weak to survive and a younger sister named Storm. Her mother, Sparrowfeather, had taken care of them and their father, Russetclaw, hunted for them everyday. Then, one day her father vanished abruptly. A small group group of cats attacked them soon after that. Aerial had fought her hardest, but she had to watch her sister suffer during the battle. After they were driven away Aerial had watched Storm die from her terrible wounds even though she was only six moons old. Sparrowfeather heard about some clans nearby when they looked for a new home. Her mother decided give her to Brookclan in order for Aerialwhisper to survive. She was eight moons old when she joined Brookclan. She wishes she could find out if her father and mother are dead or not. She was named Aerial because she ran like the wind and loved the fresh open air. Her family had lived in the hills before everything went wrong. Now, she is much older wiser, and maturer. She will only fight to defend her clanmates or herself. She will always be loyal to the clan who took her in. She is ready to take on any challenge. Roleplayed by Sandblaze290. = =
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Medicine Cat Apprentice ~
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Sapphirepaw [frost] ~ A gem is precious. A priceless beauty with a countless value. She can cause one to feel delirium - and not just with her breathtaking looks. She has a way with herbs like none other. She is brilliant, to put it bluntly. However, she hates her job as a medicine cat. She was always a tough feline, striving to be leader. But Starclan had said that she was to be the Medicine Cat of Brookclan, and that's what happened. She despises it, but she cannot deny that her vast knowledge of herbs comes easy to her - like a gift. She has the purest of white fur, contrasting her secretive and deceitful personality. Her eyes are that of a sapphire blue, where she got her name. She has refined fighting skills along with her medical knowledge, so she is capable of backing up her sharp tongue with even sharper claws. She is a popular she-cat in Brookclan, and she makes sure to treat her friends with the dignity they deserve. Roleplayed by xx.sapphire
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Warriors ~
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Riverstorm ~ 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. Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
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Sandfur ~ 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. Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
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Silversong ~ 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. Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
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Mistystream ~ 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. Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
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Badgerstripe ~ 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. Roleplayed by Whitemuzzle
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Goldenstripe ~ 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... Roleplayed by Lilyfeather
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Leafgaze ~ 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. Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt.
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Enchantedflame ~ Pale, snow-white female with eyes of liquid gold. Her pretty pink nose often twitches with her whiskers, and she always finds herself getting into some kind of trouble. Not mischievous at all, Enchantedflame is simply innocent and curious, which leads to her always tripping or finding herself the eavesdropper of some unfortunate conversations. Beautiful, she walks with a spring in her now careful step, and aches to explore and tread every step of the territory that she can, even if that means going out on forbidden excursions into other territories in the dead of night. Why not see all that you can while you're alive? A cute and affectionate she-cat, Enchantedflame is never one to let her Clanmates down. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Tornadoknight ~ A black tom with silver stripes and gray eyes. The young tom is nice and respectful for the most part, unless he gets mad. He has a brother named Hailwind. Originally in Creekclan, he was born to a she cat named Thunderrose. She had a large litter of kits, but during his apprenticeship, he was offered by Falconfur, the Rippleclan deputy, to take his place as leader. But he never got the chance. Rippleclan, Creekclan, Fireclan and Airclan were destroyed. It was the hardest thing to go through. He headed to Nightclan, where he was shocked to see his old love, Sephiadream. But she was with a tom named Soundsilencer. It hardened his heart, making him even tougher. Eventually he left the clan and lived as a rouge with his brother for a long time. Together they roamed the forest not having a care in the world. However his heart yearned to be a Warrior again. Upon finding Ashclan, he grew to love and respect the clan. So with a reluctant mind, he asked to join. Being accepted thrilled him. Only his brother wouldn't join. But he serves and lives to please his new found home. Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick
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Rowanfur ~ Rise from the ashes. That's always what Ashclan seems to do huh? Well so has this tom cat. His chilling features are still all the same. Rowanfur. Once Missionary of Ashclan. His flame burnt orange fur is still bright and long, like his somali breed provides. His eyes are still the leafy green. He's still the same. Except... not totally. The once highly respected cat has stepped off of his throne. He is now just a simple cat. Simple minded, strong and loyal. But in a way, hes just so distant. Nobody is the same. No Seedflare or his kits. None of his fellow leading Ashclan cats. None of it. Its gone... like ash. Rowanfur is a undyingly loyal cat. He'd never betray his clan. However, he has left once. But will he do it again is the question? That can be answered with a simple no. He's back, here to stay. Roleplayed by Masqueradetrick
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Nobleheart ~ This is a tom who can hold his head high and feel good about himself. He is willing to risk his life to save just one other. He is willing to change his entire routine to fit in this abondonded kit who is in desperate need of the love and care that her parents lacked to give her. Any clan would be lucky to have such a strong, talented, loyal warrior amoungst their ranks. Most she-cats are pretty crazy about him. He wears a sleek brown tabby coat and looks at the world through smoldering amber eyes, but they only look at one she-cat with the warmth of true love. That would be his darling Fragilekit who is his adopted little sister. He decided on sister because he never really wanted to have kits. He found her on a cold leaf-fall night, alone and battered, sitting at the edge of a lake. She didn't know her name or where she was from but she went with him and joined BrookClan. Since she needed a name he called her Fragilekit for her delicate appearance. He took a chance on that one. Who knows what the kit could have turned out like but she ended up being a complete and utter angel and he could not love her more. He's really good with her as well as other kits. He's gentle, knows how to make them laugh, but also knows when to put his paw down. It's truly amazing the respect he gets from... Almost anyone, really. He's kind to everyone, he's funny, smart, and a great fighter. The majority of his scrimidges are ones he wins, though he is lacking a bit when it comes to hunting. There are a lot of skills he possess, but stealth is no one of them. He doesn't care much, he's got so many other things to be grateful for. All he hopes for in the future is for Fragilekit to grow into a beautiful, caring, brave, honest, and loyal she-cat who serves her clan as well as she can. Roleplayed by JessieHall27
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Squirrelclaw ~ Claws like iron but breaks like glass, his memories cloud his past. His fur is dark brown on top, under his tummy and on the insides of his legs is lighter brown along with the backside of his fluffy tail, his fangs stick out of his mouth, his eyes are amber in color. He was a odd one as a kit always spending his tile in the trees like a squirrel, as he became a apprentice he had a advantage because he was skilled in climbing trees, he learned how to fight from the trees and how to hunt, as he grew so did his skills now he could drop and attack unsuspecting enemy's. Now that he is a warrior he is barely in the trees because of training, he has a crush on SkunkTummble. He hopes that one day he will have her as a mate or another she-cat and he hopes to also have kits one day. Roleplayed by FallenBrook
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Shymonster ~ Being of the littlest of his bunch, Shymonster still had the strongest of strength of all his family. But still, he has much to learn of how to use it. He is a very young-spirited tom, crazy for his next exciting adventure outside of his natural world. As far as he knows, he is a totally different kind of cat. But still being so uncontrolled in his spirit, he could be often forgotten by others. Cats could usually tease him about his own personality. But this bothers him none. He is quite a looker, but to him, looks don't matter, it only matters on what is on the inside. But willingly, he can become friends with anyone. Shymonster's appearance, puffy, but well soft pelt, his furs are a gray, overlapped with black but his face is a bit lighter of color, almost to be white, and his eyes are like the puddles of blue ocean water, with amber edging. You could say that he would be fit for anyone, but really, he isn't setting his mind on having a mate anytime soon. But he has quite an eye, for only those who seem to be in need of him. He is always happy to help anybody who needs him, but leaving responsibility to those who need to gain self-confidence. Rainpuddle would be quite pleased to have an apprentice to teach, and lead. His skills are very outstanding, but still needs work on his edges. He would be more than happy to work on any quest laid out upon him. This is Shymonster. Roleplayed by Neon♫
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Horizonshatter ~ Dust devil swept you away. Whirling, playful, dancing about you. My recollections are all that’s left of you. Swirl and sway, without me. What’s left of you is ash and urn in this silent horizon. The love of his life danced in his dreams for moons, for so long. However, the beautiful she-cat had died in a fire started by a fire, and under rock. Horizonshatter almost went mad throughout the transformation that marked his becoming a warrior after moons of heartbreak, but now he is silent, and walks the forest crying silently for the she-cat he could have had love him, if only he’d made his move. This grey tom blends in with the wet rocks on which he has cried over for years, and his silent blue eyes are rimmed with dark red, the very insanity that gnaws at his soul every second of the day. He is a fantastic runner when he needs to be, for after Snowflake died he blamed himself for not getting to her side faster, and so he practiced harder and harder at his running skills for years. It’s hard, being Horizonshatter, but he appears to be managing better than most cats thought he would. Kind, but intimidating. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Whitefeather ~ With eyes like the shards of frozen ocean waters, reveals the sad and detained stories of Whitefeather's broken life timeline. Each of his pains, worse than the last, time after time, he is forcing himself to pull himself together again. In his younger times, he was revealed to have not much of a life. He was know to be as halfclan, SunClan, and Earthclan, which are neither part of BrookClan. Especially his siblings, who all grew up in all different clans. The realization of being alone. Forever? Whitefeather's life has been stained for a whole lifetime. But even through the time of his hurt, he has learned to be a lovable and courageous cat. Whitefeather's Looks make him incredibally daring and seem to attract much attention. His whitened pelt cascades into his lithe form, and falls into a lightened gray. His tail is of many colors. From the start, black stripes, then fades into a gray, and crosses over into a golden brown. His personality is even better than he looks. He makes sure to keep a straight attitude, to seem happy, even through the deep, he isn't. Whitefeather likes to teach others of things, or to pass on his own knowlage to younger cats. Though the love he expeirianced was not enough, is there still time for him to learn to love? He can seem emotionless, but have much of emotion. He is rolling in the deep, the unknown lands of no happiness. Is there still hope for him? Can someone save him from this darkness? Roleplayed by Neon
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Joltdance ~ Don't blink or you may miss him. Just like lightning, he appears for a second and is gone the next. Coming when you expect him, thunder roaring and announcing his arrival as he races through camp, finishing what he needs as fast as possible before charging off again. All this happening in a matter of moments. Yet, the times you do see him, the sensation of speed and power practically radiates off of him. His whole form appears to be based around this natural phenomenon. A lean and slender figure, cloaked in a silky cream drape that looks like sand along the banks of the rivers and streams in Brookclan. However, the banks are not perfectly smooth. As cats sit on the bank and wait for fish, not to mention slpping into the water for a quick swim, they leave behind their pawprints. Those pawprints are scattered along his pelt, brown little rosettes and spots all along his body. Some of the pawprints aren't perfect, they were smudged by the weather or by other pawprints. Now, they look more like tabby stripes, all along his long legs. His eyes display only a fraction of the true color of lightning, his bright and vibrant yellow eyes rarely resting. They've always been like this, along with everything else about him. Ever since he was little, he has always been a little ball of energy and that typically got him in trouble. Whether sneaking out of camp or simply making a mess of things, Joltkit always knew how to get in trouble. At least, until he became Joltpaw. Once that energy was given a purpose, Joltpaw would try to do it ten fold. With his enthusiasm, eagerness to please and energy, he blazed through his lessons and training. In no time, he earned his warrior name, Joltdance. Even though it may not seem like it, there is more to this tom then just speed. When you first encounter him, you'll doubt my words. This tom talks fast and walks fast, sometimes to where you're not sure what he's saying. When you are able to understand what he is saying, his words are typically kind and happy, yet he has a tendency to be blunt and straight forward about things. He is a risk taker and never afraid to get down and dirty for a mission. However, he isn't going fast enough to not observe things. On the contrary, he has an uncanny ability to observe things in others and pick up on their attitudes and motivations, watching their stance and facial expressions. He typically uses this to get what he wants or simply noting everything to reference to later. Still, he is fairly happy and a pleasant tom to be around, as long as you can keep up with him. Roleplayed by *Bakuraluvr4evr*
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Harewhistle ~ Slender, long eared tom, who often carries a droopy yet alert expression upon his countenance. Affectionate leaf green eyes make their home upon his face, and just in the spot where they divide to make room towards the lower part of his muzzle for his nose and mouth, there is a black line. Pale brown with lighter flecks seemingly sprayed upon his back and flanks, this tender tom can blend in with the underbrush like an expert, and can easily camouflague with anything he wants to. Named after the great and might hare, he is very fleet of foot, and can chase down the fastest of prey within a few seconds, unless he's in a distracted and lazy mood, which Harewhistle usually is. He enjoys lolling about enjoying his free time, laying in the sunlight or dozing sleepily in the shadows, no matter what season it may be. Not much of a talker, he is more of a silent listener, and the occasional interrupter. Mateless as of right now, but someday it'll be different - or at least, he hopes it'll be different. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Bladeshatters ~ If one sees this cat, they don't usually think of him as anything more than a restless cat with an ugly, fluffy pelt, that can't even fend for himself. But that isn't ever the case with a tom like Bladeshatters. Looks can be deceiving in some cases, but in Bladeshatters', that's always the case. Bladeshatters is an average sized tom cat with a blanket of brown thistle-like fur that covers him up to keep his temperature fine throughout all of the seasons. His blanket of fur might not be the most bristled out of his litter, but it's definitely one of the most odd ones. His fur is tabbed, brown to be exact. The colors are much like a thorn, brambles, or anything else that's a bit pricked up and brown. However, his fur has lost the usual fuzziness that every /kit's/ fur usually have. This drives him insane. When brushing against him, many expect to feel a silky soft fluff that comes out from his flank. His brown fur is a sign that he looks very unique and is usually a blender of the shadows. His fur isn't like any of his siblings, or his parents - who are all no longer standing beside his cold body. His pelt is a unique color, but it's quite bland indeed. The tabby stripes are the only part that have ever sparkled before. The rest of his pelt is quite plain and doesn't ever glimmer. The tabby streaks have only sparkled once, and that was because of the spot he was in. It was during an eclipse when the sun was covered by the moon, a solar eclipse. This was very unique and due to the fact he was by a shimmering pool, he saw the reflection. It bounced around his pelt and finally ended up at the streaks before giving it a unique glimmer. This was a rare occasion, for a kitten to see the solar eclipse so young, not to mention be ironically at a lake to see the reflection fly off of their own body. If it finally stopped, he'd sigh and begin trekking back. That was the only time that he had ever seen his very own pelt, that he'd only had for less than a moon, glitter.He didn't sneak out of camp, there was a puddle that felt like a lake to the runt that was in camp already from the recent rain storm clashing down upon them. This makes his pelt look beautiful sincerely, and it's quite unique. But what about when the rain clashes upon it during the darkest hours? His pelt merely becomes droopy and mangy like every other cat's. He can't stand it and he often licks himself to give his paws and tail tip the velvety touch they once had. His paws and tail tip are very soft and feel like velvet to anyone that's touched them; but that's expected. So what about his eyes? His eyes are quite hard to describe other than a burning forest due to the amber glitters in his yellow-green eyes. His eyes aren't very emotional, but they do show hints of sadness of being rejected by his kin. His eyes have never glimmered with happiness, nor does he ever plan them to. He doesn't think that his eyes are all that unique so he doesn't actually do anything for them but let them flash sadness, what else /can/ he do? He doesn't mind his eyes. His most unique feature isn't his eyes for sure, they are quite bland. His claws are an odd color for a cat of his size and age. His claws extend a bit farther than any cat would intend, enough to keep his claws lashing into the ground amongst a simple step. They are skinny and sharp at the points. He does do an odd things, standing against boulders and scratching rocks so that his claws sharpen. . His looks are the exact opposite of how he really is, thus he's not the cat that everyone thinks that he is. He's not just a little runt who's going to be nothing. He sees his future and knows that one day he'll have the strength to prove everyone wrong. Someday, he's going to be in the leader's den, and all they're going to be is mean. Or that's what he dreams. All that Bladeshatters ever wanted was to prove everyone wrong. Being picked on and bullied his whole life never brought him anything but ambitions. He's quite polite and caring though and never wants to harm another cat, except when his clan is at stake. That usually makes him go wild, pouncing into any attack that he can get out of his small frame. He's not the most loved of the family, nor does he care. All he can remember is being rejected by his parents, and beaten by his siblings at times. That's the sole reason that he watched them get murdered, split in half in the forest and didn't even grimace. He watched as the foxes cornered them, and attacked them. They yowled for his help, but he had wasted his yelps moons ago, and they never helped him. With a sharp hiss he watched in the bushes as his family was ripped to shreds. Bladeshatters always questioned if he'd be better off as a loner. But in the end his loyalty to the clan will always linger longer and stronger ,and he knows that deep down. The feline questions his choices often, but he knows that he has a good heart. The thing is is his shell has to be cracked, but there are so many secrets exploding under it. Nothing is anything but hidden in his world. Bladeshatters' mind plays tricks on him, games and confusion. Many think that one day he's going to turn into a monster, but he doesn't. So what if he likes shadows? Does that matter? Bladeshatters thinks that most of the world is just to judgmental and that they never give up without judging any cat that crosses their path. His cocky attitude is covered up by the cloaking of mystery that departs him away from every other cat in the den, that makes him peculiar. That's what he does half the time is walk away in solitude and leave himself to fend for himself. One day he might as well leave the clan and give up all hope and run away. He might as well leave the clan and go off and solitude. He thinks that he'd do better alone causing trouble for them than fighting for them. However, he thinks that if he leaves that no one will actually care. Then, he plans on giving the cats who made fun of him for being weaker in size, and making them regret it. But those are his dark dreams. Every night he receives a nightmare like no others, as if he's taken over. Eventually he shakes awake and stays in the den with his eyes piercing. Every night he's stayed up to look through the den, scared he'll be engulfed from his nightmares. Bladeshatters thinks that he's experiencing something odd, but everyone else begs to differ. He needs to be saved, that is for sure. But what will he fall into if he's not? That's the question that he wonders like cobwebs that refuse to leave. He's definitely not an average feline. He has a dark past with his father but he has vowed to never speak of it. Due to his past he is skits-a-frantic and often rambles and is a bit of a power figure that covers it up with his arrogance. He's not easy to describe because of his odd mind disorders. These things have been with him since birth, so it's not new. When he was a kit he would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. He remembers the worst of it, the night that the moon was full and he woke up with a bloody jaw from bashing his head into the wall. Whispering to himself, he said something that he remembers perfectly to this day, as it still haunts him. "All I ever see is murderous flashes that take me back to the darkest times in my life, times I regret living, and I'm a little to young for that. When I close my eyes, I can't see anything but blood, screams, terror and murder. I don't want to be like my father, but that's where my strength comes from, is me wanting to be different than him. I will always be someone special in my mind, and everyone looks at me like they did him. And I don't like that one bit. I want to be my own person, so that I'm a little different. But my nightmares give me that power, whether I like it or not. I never wanted to be normal. That didn't mean I wanted to hide in fear of all the slaughter of my life.I want to close my eyes and see eyelids like normal cats, not cries for help. But I can't change that. Every time I look at the moon I see my face versus his, like I'm supposed to do something. All my dreams have led me to these conclusions of me finding out that I'm someone else and getting odd dreams. Maybe I am just the cat with the dreams, but no one can know about my day-mares as I call them. No one will ever find out what goes in my head, because I can't shut my eyes without fear and murder running through my veins like a killer, the taste of blood is all I ever seem to taste.I want that to end... But I'll just have to fight my way out of that like I did him.All that's ever in my head is dark memories of how I could've stopped it, could've stopped him. I could have saved someone's life, but I froze up and let the memories hit me hard. I didn't think it would haunt me. Every where I turn I see cats dying in my head, cats screaming and crying for help. I see cat blood in prey, and almost eat nothing every day which is why I'm so much smaller. I want to not be a monster, but that's what it feels like, and it's all his fault. I have nightmares at night which is why I stay awake to avoid the screams of my terrors that haunt me worse than I ever wished they would. I want to be normal, or special in a different way. But maybe I'm meant to do something, maybe all these terrors and nightmares will add up to something, I just hope I can find out what before the half-monster of me takes over.... " Nightmares mean more to him than anything, for it has made him discover his greatest fear, weakness, and hatred. His father. His father left them after promising to come back, and trying to murder him. Countless nights he's spent alone while his heart twists inside of him, mending into an unbreakable shape. The numbness inside him that brings him desire has never felt so strong. Bladeshatters has questioned what to do with himself. whether he should let him rip himself to pieces, or forgive himself for the countless errors. Every full moon that he looks up, for the gathering, he cringes and blood appears on the moon, disappearing after a blink. The tom cat has never been able to retract his claws. If any cat is intimidating, it would be Bladeshatters. But all that aside, he still has the same desire and hunger as every other member in the clan, to be deputy. To prove everyone that's ever doubted him /wrong/. Bladeshatters, because of this, can be a sweet and loyal comforting cat, when he's calm. But if you lie to him, or hurt someone he cares about, than you might want to avoid him. Bladeshatters has a horrid temper, but he has it quite under control, and has a lot of self-control, as many tell him when they see him call himself down. He is almost a raging fire, tamed only by water and encouraged to spread by wind, the voices in his head. Everything that he's ever loved has been shattered into a million pieces, sliding like sand through fingers. Everything but his clan. The clan is the one thing that encourages him to never stop, and never let his darkest side show. The clan is why he has his self-control. The clan is why he's still lingering. No matter how twisted his heart, how broken his soul, how lost his head, and how hurt his dreams... Bladeshatters has taken a vow to never loose faith in his clan, and to be the best warrior that he can be. Roleplayed by χѕιℓєη¢є∂ѕнαттєяѕ
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Silentsound ~ If a large tree falls in the middle of nowhere but nobody hears it, does it still make a sound? I don't know, you tell me. Silentsound is a silver tabby she-cat with gray stripes and white underbelly and paws, with large baby-blue eyes full of wonder and beauty. She has this way to her that if she makes a mistake, you just want to help her out, or if she does something mouse-brained, you just want to laugh with her. She's got this innocent, care-free air to her and just loves life in all of its glory. She's amazingly clever, even if she's not a pro hunter and doesn't enjoy battle. She will fight if she has to for her clan, and while she may sometimes hesitate, will always catch prey to feed her clan. She has a kind heart that is open to cats of all ages, especially kits, and she has a beautiful sing-songy voice, even when she isn't singing. She's the cat equivalent of snow-white in a way, and cares for everyone. She is not taken with the ways of medicine cats, however-- she takes pride in serving her clan through the ways of a warrior, and with every breath she takes. Roleplayed by Emberwish
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Crimsonrain ~ The lonely ghost of Brookclan. She doesnt have many friends and what friends she has aren't that keen on her. Why? She's good looking enough. She's just what some would say... not normal. Her Ginger pelt with Dark brown patches dosnt exactly help the unusualness. she has one brown eye and one green.But she also has no tail. That is partly why no-one really likes her, either that or they symphathise her wich really gets on her nerves. She is sadly a bit of a drama queen, i.e. if you yell at her she will act like you just murderd her leader or something. She likes to think for herself and enjoys being alone, so she isn't sad being alone, just every onewould asume she is. She's also a bit selfish, not purposefully...Ish. She likes to battle because it sooths her cold anger and unlike others it is not as horrible becauseshe can block out the sounds off screams and death, or tauntings of cats fighting her.The only cat who really understands her is her old mentor, Mistystream. She is the only cat she can connect with. She thinks fast and cherish's the time she has by herself. Its not really her fault shes a bad cat. Not really... Roleplayed by stelzibelz
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Spiderweb ~ A silky silver-black she-cat, Spiderweb is the image of her namesake, a misty and simple cat with silvery eyes and a thin slender bone structure that compliments her tiny frame. She often finds herself longing for simple easy conversation, and doesn't like to think too hard about tricks or puzzles, as even though she's very good at them, they often confuse her simple mind. Quite the pretty little she-cat, she can be found helping out the leaders and elders, smiling and listening easily to the quiet words of wisdom that they bestow upon her. She once adored climbing trees, Spiderweb did, but she stopped after a while because she fell out of one and hurt herself quite badly. But always, this beautiful tabby finds herself wishing to be near the sky, with the birds, swaying with the branches and becoming one with the forest. Honest right from her ears to her paws, Spiderweb is a truly loyal friend to all she meets and never judges at first glance, preferring to get to know new acquaintances before accepting them as either friend or foe. Shadeangel Secretkit A pretty slender dark brown she-cat with mesmerizing pale amber eyes and a long black tipped tail. Normally a quiet and calm cat, she moves with the grace of a swan with compact rippling muscles that are hidden beneath her rich gleaming pelt. Though she may appear friendly at first glance, she's cold towards others unless they're her friend, and she doesn't enjoy random chattering. To her, life has a purpose, and she's always striving to find out that purpose, for herself and her friends'. When she's alone, she seems to shine with a healthy glow that compliments her slender figure, and stands out in a crowd. Doesn't mind fighting, but would rather have peace than unsheathe her claws to scatter crimson lifeblood. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Risenpath ~ A very small, sleek furred black she-cat with frosty silvery green eyes, brimmed with dark blue at the pupils. What this she-cat lacks in size, she makes up for in strength, agility and powerful leadership skills. Her whiskers are an unusual silver, and her ears are tufted. She is known throughout the other Clans for her sharp tongue and often snide, snappy, sarcastic remarks at Gatherings, and feared for her brute strength and power, but other than that, Risenpath's true nature is just as unknown as her Clan's. She has dark secrets, and an even darker history. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Nightfeather ~ He's a shy fellow, most would think. This is not true, though, because he just doesn't feel like speaking in most situations. He hates the thought of cats gossiping behind his back on the same such subject, but never says so otherwise. He's not a complainer and is always thankful for the least bit he has, due to his history. What is the tale of his past, you may ask? He always answers with the same excuse; he'll tell you later. This is false, but then again, he never said he promised. If he has gained your trust fully, there is still a light chance his secrets will be revealed. It's highly rare for a cat to catch his trust because this tom appears almost anywhere, then he's gone to another cat by the next day or week. If he does stay long enough, there are some things you might learn about him. He is usually always calm and rarely looses patience despite how irritant some cats can be. He prefers to stay hidden in the shadows rather than expose himself to his Clanmates, which is completely odd due to his looks of an average blue tabby. He's quite a handsome cat with a built structure and warm green eyes, though he sees that as nonsense when he gets the compliment. Everyone is like portraits of black and white, only colored brightly when he sees the real beauty that shines within them. He goes by the saying, "If you really love something, set it free." If someone he loved didn't see interest in him, he wouldn't force or urge them to make the choice they didn't approve of. He had once been in one of those dark times of being brought into something he didn't want, and this was when he was forced in training as a rogue to earn /their/ trust to survive. . . Now you know Nightfeather, well, almost know. littlesnowpelt
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Astroidflicker ~ Light grey tom, speckled with white. Icy blue eyes complete his cold demeanor, and he displays an outward attitude of withdrawn disapproval. Although he was born of a cheerful loner who willingly gave him up to BrookClan for safe upbringing, he is a rather depressing and curt tom, with a brusque manner of speaking. Doesn't like to be with lots of cats, hates crowds, and rather enjoys being alone, especially in the silence of winter days, walking through the snow covered forest on his own and listening to the crunch of snow underneath his footpaws. He has a bit of a limp due to a slightly twisted paw, and favours different paws at different times, choosing to switch it up to confuse other cats. Most of his Clanmates irritate him, but there are a pawful of cats that he rather feels less irate towards. Friendly if he ever warms up to you, Astroidflicker is a strong and true warrior to the end, strong, lanky, agile, and lithe. Determined and passionate about his Clan and its matters as well as his Clanmates, he is stubborn and always unwilling to do anything that would bring them down. A startlingly enormous tom, his astonishing size may seem to generate a sense of unsease around others at first, but instead he radiates warmth and compassion. It isn't like him to be in a bad mood for more than a few hours, but when he's in one of those moods, it's best to stay away from him. His powerful yet sleek build adds to his great mass; massive, expansive shoulders, and his broad, heavy paws. His arctic blue eyes glow with a twinkle rivaling that of the stars, and his intense gaze is known to silence others with a single glare. Pensive, stubborn, yet strong and determined, as well as courageous. He is this, and more. He is a true leader, eternally loyal to his Clan and Clanmates, and capable of a love whose passion has most likely never been seen in moons. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Phoenixprancer ~ Flame golden-reddish she-cat with light pert tufted ears and tail, Phoenixprancer is a beautiful creature, slender and agile. She is a strong she-cat, who however often finds herself in trouble. Although she loves to journey through long grass during rainy days, her favourite thing to do is run through the snow in the wintertime and feel/listen to the crunch of snow under her paws. Very fond of the wintertime and springtime, but she often finds summertime too hot for her liking, and spends most of the summer months in the shade complaining. She can have a sharp tongue when she really feels cranky, but otherwise, she's a tenderhearted female who loves friends and family. Her siblings are many, but she's especially close to Zombieapocalypse and Witchqueen. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Beardance ~ Tiny dark brown she-cat with white paws and a white muzzle. She has dark amber gold eyes that seem to reveal her every thought an emotion to those around her, and a kind compassionate nature. Originally a Loner, her father was a tom in the forest, whereas her mother was a kitty-pet. She left her father to go and live with her mother, due to her adoptive mother's abusive habits, but became unhappy with kitty-pet life and came to BrookClan, and made friends. Quite a generous cat with a small hint of humor that's never allowed to shine, she's rather intelligent much to other cats' surprise and takes after her mother in her build. Walks with a slight limp that makes it hard for her to travel long distances as well as run, due to a Twoleg monster accident during a disaster period in her life. Roleplayed by Secretkit
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Turtleshell ~ You could compare Turtleshell to an actual turtle, if you think about it carefuly. Turtleshell is slow at movement, but fast at learning, She has been told to be a good swimmer, and she can hold herself under the waters longer than most cats could. She is sweet, and affectionate to most, but she never did really understand other cats. She never knew her rightful place among BrookClan, but she does know that she will never give up in believing in them, even when she gives up believing in herself. She has an unusual design painted on her pelt, almost similar to a turtle's shell. Brown with rounded rectangular patches, and shades of gray inside. Her eyes are a brown, that look like a bubbling glob of mud, disgusting, but they show a friendly side that welcomes you to come. She doesn't snap, she is graceful, and alluring. She is like sand and ocean, both united equally into the sea. Roleplayed by Neon♫
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Azurefrost ~ He's a dark tom, both physically and mentally. Well - mysterious would better suit his personality. Tall, with pitch black fur and vivid blue eyes, Azurefrost is leagues different from his sister Sweetcadence. Not easy to trust others, and a bit cut off from everyone - he distances himself from most other cats behind stony silence or flirting away any personal questions. Quite complicated, its hard to find anyone who has the patience to figure him out. And he's pretty sure he doesn't mind that. Why would he ever want to become attached to anyone? They'll only end up dying or hurting him in some way. Roleplayed by CottanCandii
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Sweetcadence ~ What a sweet little baby face; those pretty sky blue eyes are just aglow with kindness. Naive, innocent, sweet and caring. Easy to take advantage of. Sweetcadence is a socialite, easy to get along with and as easily read as an open book. This is something she's oblivious to - and it's hard for her to read others' emotions, but she always gets a vibe of everyone's mood. It's easy to find that she's wormed her way into your heart after only speaking to her for a few days. With a light, creamy colored pelt and dark paws, she has fluffy fur and a small body that constantly makes others want to coddle her. And well... Who doesn't like that every once in a while? Roleplayed by cobwebpaw
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Fragilewing ~ The moon reflects on the mirror-like surface of a crystalin lake. A light breeze whispers through the trees and caresses your face. Outlined by the moonlight was a figure, lean and regal as she stood at the water's edge. You approach cautiously, afraid that she's just an apparition that will fade if you get too close. She turns, and you nearly gasp at the beauty you see before you. Her features so lovely and pure, and her eyes... Oh, those eyes. Like the mighty ocean, bright and vibrant, they're a blend of blue and green so brilliant, it puts gemstones to shame. Her body is adorned in fine gray silk encased in an enchanted glow. You greet her, she smiles, you fall in love. That's the way it always is, you can tell. No cat could resist such innocence, such majesty. It seems too good to be true. Perfect night, beautiful she-cat, it couldn't get much better. Where did she come from? She doesn't know. All she remembers is waking up beside the lake. You ask for her name. She doesn't know that either. You tell her to come with you, to live with you in BrookClan and she agrees instantly. With your tail wrapped around her you bring her back to camp and welcome the little angel to the clan, her new home. They ask what her name is and you tell them Fragilekit, because she looks like she could shatter at any moment. A big grin appears on her face and you know she loves it. Little Fragilekit... From that night on she has looked at you with wonder in her eyes, like you were a StarClan cat standing infront of her. She's at your side every minute of the day and every day you get to see that smile that you fell for. Why does she idolize you? You saved her life that night, the life of a motherless kit who needed someone, and you will always be whatever she needs for the rest of your life. Roleplayed by JessieHall27
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Twilightfrost ~ When you first come across this lithe, petite, feminine she-cat, the first word that pops into your mind is beautiful. Everything about her seems to be dipped into flamboyant paint, her personality creating memorable pictures on the finest of canvases. Fluffy, cloud-like ivory fur, soft to the very touch, hangs freely on a slender frame, gliding down over her lean muscles in supple ripples. Tints of soot grey fleck the snowy coat, like ash after a fire. Frays of fluff can be found on the top of her ears, and her chest the same, giving her the much interpreted appearance of a white rabbit. This she-cat is very charming, her vivid, cobalt eyes holding so much unique qualities and talents. A thick, but melodic voice fills her words, the background of Twilightfrost unknown. She doesn't remember her past. She woke up from unconsciousness one fateful day, pelt matted with scarlet blood and limbs sore. Scared, unsure, and weary, she stumbled across Brookclan, a place where she found haven from her weary and mysterious past. Although the feline is rather clumsy, she laughs her imperfection off, wearing a brilliant smile unwavering - similar to that of a burning candle lit in the dark night. Sweet, compassionate, sensitive, she is truly a good friend to those in need, although, she does have a few flaws like everyone else. Twilightfrost has fears and doubts of trusting someone. She's also frightened of losing someone she loves, giving her the overprotective title. Twilightfrost has never given much thought to love, but would be very much content with a tom who cherishes her and kits to care for. This exotic beauty is like a splendid dream, that takes you to every end of your imagination. It's like being in another world; you're own personal wonderland. Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
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Specklefire ~ She feeds the needs of her clanmates; she would give anything to make her clanmates happily living in the covering of BrookClan. She would spill her own blood for the life of her lovely BrookClan, wether it be a kit; the future of BrookClan. Or maybe a warrior; the main resource of living. No, not really! She is a beautiful heart, but she sadly, is like a fiery bite. Her main resource of living is to run down other cats, mainly ones who fall for her sweetness in the beginning. You'd never know that you;d be dancing with the dark until her flame dissolves into thin air; she lives her own personal ground of living. If someone else overpowers her, she will feed off of you. Her looks; like the scarlet nip of a fire's tongue spreading out. Like the violet on an elk's antler. Her eyes are like deadly slits of blue flame; the hottest of the fire that can ever be. One thing about Specklefire... She is an attention taker; she will steal it without regret. She never really liked any she-cats who get toms to fallow them. To her, that's her own job. Her resource to living is the heart to another tom. Roleplayed by Neon♫
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Toxicwinter ~ Toxicwinter looks something like a teddy bear combined with a white tiger, or a snow leopard. He is large in every possible way; he is tall with wide set shoulders and large paws. His large stature can result in him being a little bit slower than those around him but he still has a lot of endurance and when he does do something he does it well due to his strength. Although his thick, sheep-like pelt makes him look even larger. It is very annoying in green leaf having such a thick pelt but in leaf bare he never finds himself cold unlike many of those around him. His pelt is a mixture of white and silver, with white mostly being on his underside. Covering his pelt are dark grey and black tabby stripes that frame his face and make him look like a cunning predator. His haunting green eyes also make him appear a fierce predator because when you see them watching you at night and the rest of his pelt is not visible it can appear very intimidating. When Toxicwinter has a goal or an aim he is very good at sticking to it without being swayed by anybody else. Once he has made a decision he sticks to it and sees it through until the end unless there are other complications that don’t allow that. Most of the time he can be quite chatty as his mood varies a lot. He will be quite curt and appear distant with those who don’t know him well however, once you get to know him well you will find that he is actually a very nice tom and can be a valuable friend to have on your side. He doesn’t like speaking though when there is no reason to speak and if you annoy him he will make his dislike for you quite obvious so you know exactly where you stand with him. He understands how things work and can completely control his actions. So if he harms another he will mean it and if he helps another he will mean it. He does nothing by mistake and knows who to respect and who should respect him. When he doesn’t know the order of things it sets him out of his comfort zone and results in him feeling a little off. When he wants to keep a secret or to hide something from another he does it very skilfully. It takes a lot for him to properly trust another even when he really wants to give all of his trust to them. Rped by quietcoyote
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MoonShine ~ Who's name is as bitter and makes you drunk just on his voice, it must be moonshine. His for is a dark gray color with white flecks thorough his pelt, his left from paw is white and so is his chest fur, around his eyes have darker flecks highlighting his beautiful green and blue eyes. As a kit he was alway very simple and always did as he was told he could never have a lot of fun because he was his mother's only kit so he was watched like a hawk, he was always happy to spend tim