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Twistedstar || baewolf
Lives: 9/9
This tom has been through a lot. He came to BrookClan as a loner, not expecting much to come out of it. But through hard work and dedication, Twistedstep became Twitsedstar, the leader of BrookClan. He was a good deputy to Obsidionstar, and misses his old friend dearly. But he made a promise to the previous leader to bring BrookClan to glory, and he intends to do so. He is a tall tom, with long legs and narrow body, but don't let that fool you, his is filled with power and strength. His fur is an array of colors ranging from oranges to russets, golds to tans, browns to cream, all with a few patches of grey here and there. He has large blue green eyes that are filled with compassion and wisdom. Though he is young, Twistedstar has been through a lot. He gets his name from his backwards front left paw. Due to this, you wouldn't think this tom would make it as a warrior, but he is probably one of the most noble and humble you would ever meet. He cares deeply for the younger cats of the Clan, most likely due to the fact that he had just become a father of his own. Hopefully his name will go down in the history of the Clans.
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Spirittree || Kibbythekat
Apprentice: Rosepaw
A snowy white she-cat with striking light green eyes. Her ears are long and pointed, and her fur is medium lengthed and fuzzy. Her tail is short, and her nose is black. Spirittree is young, but has the will to survive the wilderness. She is BrookClan's feisty and compassionate deputy. She's very kind towards her Clan-mates, but is as fierce as a lion in battle. When she was born, her mother left BrookClan to join a rouge group, and left that to live as a loner. Four moons passed, and one night a creature came and attacked her mother who told her to run, to find BrookClan and Puddlefoot. Heartbroken that her mother refused to come, she sought BrookClan and her father, finding it within a moon since she lived just outside the borders. She was raised by the Nursery queens and mentored by Puddlefoot. Spirittree gained her warrior name, and came to love her Clan. Twistedstar named her Deputy of the Clan. There are no cats she will ever be loyal to except for her beloved BrookClan.
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Blossomspots || littlesnowpelt
Stepping out of the shadows, a light of awe is revealed. She absolutely is a pretty little blossom with her sleek ginger fur and white splashes. And those big, marvelous blue eyes! They sparkle like a star-speckled midnight sky. If she were to look in your direction, it's often difficult to draw away. She's like an angel on delicate wings, always said to be quiet and gentle. Her heart is pure of gold and warmth. She is like a peaceful source of friendship. She is one to forgive. There are many positive ways of describing this rare beauty, which attract the heart of others. She may not be the strongest in her Clan, but she always makes up for this with her loyalty and bravery. The least bit she could ever be is lazy and unreliable, though this is very rare. She is always at work, helping out in all ways she can without a single complaint. Her hearing may be sharp, but she is able to listen to others with full intent without distractions. She treats all her Clanmates with high quality, no matter how many differences they may have from each other. She always seems to have that cheery, optimistic spirit of hers lit up for view, but what gives it the real power to spark is her admiration for superiors and ancestors. Their lives encourage her to move on, even when times get rough. When all seems lost, she will always stand high to fix the chaos. If her life were the cost, there's a possible chance she will give in then, but this she-cat has a sharp mind and will be able to identify a hoax if planned. Fool her and her and only StarClan will know what happens next. There are many possibilities she is capable of, no matter how cruel one could seem. She may seem like an innocent little angel, but when it comes to defending BrookClan, she could be compared to a demon tigress, ready to bite your head off at all times. No cat has ever seen this sort of demonic reaction, though, and probably never will. But just make sure to ponder on your tricks, because one thing always leads to another...
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Jaypaw(dance) || beat_at_your_window
The first reaction that may come to mind is considering if this cat is to be a very large bird. But as the suns rays start to weigh down, it is clear to see that this cat is just Jaydance. He has no strong quality in his looks, in fact his appearance is quite bland. Jaydance's pelt is a shade of soft gray and a splash of morning frost. But one of his four feet carries a chestnut brown coloring. But his personality is much more great. He inherited most of his personal traits from his mother. Jaydance carried the traits of a smooth temper and he is often reassuring, and truthful. But painting a picture of Jaydance's life brings mystery and pain. He was once a kit of DayClan, a happily living kit at that. The lies of his fellow cats got past him so easily. He was mothered by Cinnamoncloud, and he never actually learned who his father may have been. It was especially hard on Jaydance, considering his father never showed up. But he took a big step and much bravery to confront his mother into telling who his father was, he was most surprised at her announcement. She had told him that Jaydance's father is Zombiedance, a medicine cat of DayClan. Knowing his own pain in experiencing the truth, he ran off in hurt and anger. But soon enough after many days and nights of starving and being left alone for so long, he washed up on BrookClan territory, where he had soon made his home. But somewhere inside of Jaydance he felt that he needed to take the same path his father had taken, seeing how easily cats could get hurt in such a world, and took the path of training as a medicine cat. It wasn't easy for him making such a decision as to stay or go, but his answer had been to stay, and be a part of BrookClan. He inherited his fathers name, and his mothers personality, but in all, Jaydance knew he was his own cat. A cat that is willing to take any risks for BrookClan and keep them under his protected wing.
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Riverstorm || Whitemuzzle
Apprentice: Willowpaw
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.
Mistystream || 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 || Whitemuzzle
Apprentice: Rainpaw
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.
Azurefrost || Cottancandii
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.
Leafgaze || 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.
Enchantedflame || Secretkit
Apprentice: Pepperpaw
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.
Horizonshatter || Secretkit
Apprentice: Phoniexpaw
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.
Harewhistle || Secretkit
Apprentice: Speckledpaw
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.
Spiderweb || Secretkit
Apprentice: Holypaw
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.
Risenpath || Secretkit
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.
Nightfeather || littlesnowpelt
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.
Astroidflicker || Secretkit
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.
Phoenixprancer || Secretkit
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.
Beardance || Secretkit
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.
Twilightfrost || .:FantasyRose:.
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.
Otterbounce || Secretkit
It's not about the fear that's pounding in your heart. It's not about that nagging voice in your mind that tells you it's not right. It's not even about the urge to do what everyone else thinks is right. It's about the courage that's buried deep within the pits of your heart, the warmth, the flickering firelight that paves way to a clear mind that is conveyed through your vision. It's about the right decision that only you can make. She knows this first paw, from her life experience. From the legacy her soul has left behind in previous pawsteps. She isn't the cat you would expect her to be, and she most definitely is not the cat you might want her to be. She is the cat that she is, and she is the she-cat whom she wants to be. This sleek she-cat was born in a barn, along with several other kits who separated over time, to two loners by the names of Petal and Thorn. As she grew to become a rather quiet kit, her parents noticed that she spent a lot of time gazing out at the wilderness, and they invited her to explore it. It was on that day, that she began her adventures, many of which will not be explained here and now. More about this lovely she-cat, thoughtful and curious. She is a gentle creature, her body slender and lithe. It's not just her strong bone structure that enables her to run like the wind, but it's also something to do with her skinny legs and paws, the beautiful, lustrous brown-grey fur that covers her sleek form in cloudy patches. Each strand of fur extends just about an inch and a half, and just lights a tad at their very edge, creating a crafty silvery sheen that can only be seen at certain times during the day, if at any time of all. Her paws are black, as well as her tail tips and tail-tip, and however much she wishes against it, there is a small white blossom of fur just beneath her lip. Sometimes if you squeeze your eyes half shut and tilt your head to the side, the white fur looks like a fang, but otherwise you can barely see it. Her eyes, are the next on the list. You've never seen eyes like this before. Wide, circular optics of a gentle navy-star blue, they are the very doors to her soul, the very essence of her being. The song within her is her need and urge to learn more about life, but it's almost carefully concealed by a firm weight of responsibility. It's not like most cats to be conscious of the minds of other felines, but She is very much conscious of what goes on in other cats minds. Sometimes, some cats are so predictable that she knows exactly what they're going to do. If you observe others enough, you get to know what exactly is going on inside their heads. A love of nature dwells this silver-blue she-cat's heart, she loves the forest like her own life, as it is her home, her only home. Otterbounce is encouraged by the happiness of her Clanmates around her to figure out more about herself, and she does do it every day.
Dustshadow || xxserenity
A small and slim tom with semi-long, silky fur, which tangles easily. His pelt is dusty-colored with darker stripes. His eyes are soft gray, like clouds that hover overhead, not sure whether they will let lose their rain or not. Dustshadow is a very quiet cat. He is unassuming, and willing to take orders from senior warriors, and even cats his age. He doesn't feel comfortable around lots of cats, so often slips away by himself. Despite this, he is extremely loyal, and would die for his Clan. He is naturally suspicious of strangers, and will be distant with them.Dustshadow's passion is swimming. He can always be found near or in the river, dabbling his paws in the water, watching the way it flows around the obstruction, or swimming out with powerful strokes. He is quite good at hunting, and okay at fighting - he is an average warrior in that sense. But his loyalty makes up for his quietness. If any cat dares to insult BrookClan, or the leader, they regret it. He turns into a storm of lashing claws, and has to be restrained before he does some real damage! Dustshadow doesn't want a mate - he is too shy. He grew up as a nondescript kit and apprentice, not really minding when cats passed over him. But sometimes, Dustshadow feels like he is going to snap, and demand cats stop treating him like a small apprentice. He hates being patronized, and will be cold if someone tries to. His temper is icy as the river in leafbare, but if you are his friend, he is warm as the greenleaf sun.
Youngdove || Woofles
A hood of mottled gray crowns his head, slipping over him until it breaks off to an inverted V. There it turns into a white as unblemished as dove feathers. It fluffs out on his chest, and he bears a long coat which hangs loose from his body. His distinct, striking blue eyes denote his Ragdoll ancestry. Prone to be found wherever there is a disaster, he denies this sad truth in a flustered rush. Youngdove is all about nobility and can sometimes be arrogant because of it. He tends to contain a lot of vigor hence the reason for his prefix Young. For kicks, he wants his name changed to Elderdove when he becomes an elder. His only dream is to be known for his gregarious nature which shines like a star bottled up beneath his divine fur. The only issue hindering him is most cats tease him with derogatory, albeit every so often joking, names such as Youngbane and Disasterdove, among others based on his unfavorable luck.
Darkfox || Woofles
His eyes glow with cunning, a bright golden with green encompassing the oynx pupil sliver. This trait lent him his name, Darkfox. He was built in favor of speed, with a long body and gangly limbs stretching out from his abdomen. A dark shadow weaving through his territory. His fur is a rumpled cloak of ebony. Darkfox was always a bit whimsical, with a laid-back demeanor that was infuriating to cats in pursuit of him. Either she-cats who hoped he would take them as his mate or toms who were short of patience with his impishness. It was only after a run-in with a badger that he started to buckle down on his antics. The proof lies on his face, a long scar starting near his left eye and spindling downward until it comes to the edge of his muzzle. A memento to remind him of the fateful encounter. After that he started to mature, becoming serious and abrasive toward others. Every once in a while his mischievous wit shines through, lighting up the fox in this solemn stag.
Rowanoak || Secretkit
Dark brown tom with starved looking contemptuous amber eyes, and a lighter reddish tuft of fur at the tip of his tail and ears. Slender and wiry, he can fit and weave through the most intricate maze of thorn bushes, and slink through the undergrowth like the cunning weasel. Quite disliked among other kits and warriors, he seems to relish hate, and can't stand mushiness, lovey dovey things nor anything else like that, other than the tender affection of his newfound friend Secretkit. Believes StarClan to be nonexistant, because of the several troubles he's been through, and constantly finds himself wondering whether there is a world of hate, malice, and jealousy for which she is destined. Can be found in the shadows, thinking or plotting against someone. Looked up to Thornwhisper of NightClan before he died, for he knew of the things he had done, on account of witnessing his crimes once or twice by accident, and hates the fact that he died, for he would have made a great mentor. But who knows, he could still make a good mentor, where he's going...
Secretsong || Secretkit
A hostile she-cat with fierce sanguine eyes that are usually narrowed in menace. She fled to BrookClan as a kit after a brawl with Stone, and she was allowed by Rowanflame to keep her unique rogue name in secret. She has very thick, flowing ebony fur, and some believe under all that mean, prowls a gorgeous, lighthearted young she-cat. Slightly plump around her midriff due to lack of exercise, yet still lithe and strong, she is a stunning creature when she wants to be, but as well is a moody and difficult cat to befriend. Truly loyal to those around her, she walks a fairly solitary life and enjoys it, although, once in a while she longs for a companion. Some days she appears to be searching for something, but most of the time she keeps to herself. A thorough hunter, and a supreme runner.
Divetide || Secretkit
One of the many kits of his mother Tangleweb of WinterClan, and one of the toms in his father Colouredcanvas's first litter, or so he believes. Time is of the essence. What is life? He will not know unless he experiences all that there is to experience. However, he's not at all propelled towards fulfilling his goals, as he is quite the procrastinator. Divetide is a mottled brown-gray tom, speckled and freckled with every shade, hue, colour on the wheel that is even faintly related to those two. You might say that he resembles dirt; a dark brown and gray colour that becomes murky when mixed with water. Tall, slender, with dark emerald green coloured eyes, he's best at getting what he wants by getting it himself, not by asking others to do it for him. As a kit he was an explorer, but the excitement and eagerness wore off after he became an apprentice and began to train properly and seriously. Not one to brag about his great feats and personal records, he enjoys listening to the tales of others, and secretly relishing the fact that sometimes, he's passed the level that some may have think they have. A strong tom who has covered all the basic skills, he enjoys being a part of the group, and following.
Puddlefoot || NewYorkHaze
With long, thin legs, and a body type to match, Puddlefoot is easily one of the fastest cats in CreekClan. He has soft, muddy-grey fur that becomes plastered to his skinny frame whenever it rains or after he finishes a long, pleasant swim. His eyes are a light grey-blue, and his nose is a soft salmon color; he also has unusually long whiskers and small hairs on the tips of his ears. Puddlefoot is generally good natured, but can get nervous and self-conscious easily, especially when he feels pressured to do well in something. He tends to doubt himself at times, and is surprisingly humble, despite the fact that he is pretty much good at everything he does. Puddlefoot loves nature and cats, but prefers to hang out with a small group of friends, due to the fact that he’s on the quieter side. His interests include running and climbing, and though he won’t admit it, Puddlefoot’s love is swimming; he loves feeling the water flow through his fur, and he’s quite good at it. He usually only swims by himself though, and becomes extremely uncomfortable when people try to watch him. Puddlefoot spends most of his time basking in the sun or hunting for CreekClan, and in some cases, when he has time, he hangs out with his brother, Riverstripe. One of Puddlefoot’s weaknesses is fighting; he hates violence and almost didn’t become a warrior because he was always running away from his attacker in battle training. His best friend is Riverstripe; the two became very close after both their mother and father passed away when they were apprentices. Puddlefoot loves being a part of CreekClan, but sometimes wishes he could just be free and not have an obligation to fight enemy warriors when they cross the border. Don’t get him wrong though, if his clan mates truly needed him—say their camp was under attack or something--Puddlefoot would give his life to protect them, especially if the kits were endanger.
Tigerscar || Whitemuzzle
He was very hyperactive as a kit but has calmed down just a little since he grew up. His parents are Goldenstripe and Badgerstripe and he has two sisters, Blossomspots and Troutflash. Tigerscar's a good cat at heart but his inquisitiveness can lead him into all sorts of trouble. His golden fur with black stripes mirrors his mother's beautiful coat. And his bright amber eyes always have a gleam of mischievousness in them. Fighting one on one and battling are two of his great passions. He would rather fish than hunt for land prey. The babbling of the streams in BrookClan has a calming effect on him that he really enjoys.
Colorlesspainting || beat_at_your_window
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 worse. 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 the 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 has lost hope in herself, she will lead BrookClan to success.
Riverstripe || NewYorkHaze
Strong and burly, Riverstripe shows hardly any resemblance to his younger brother, Puddlefoot. Though he is fast for his size, Riverstripe has nothing on his brother’s long legs and thin frame, two attributes that help the slighter tom be able to run long distances and be quite the good sprinter. While Puddlefoot’s fur is thin and a muddy-grey color, Riverstripe’s pelt is a thick, rich color of dark brown, with distinct tabby markings and hints of amber and cream highlights here and there. Riverstripe’s eyes are a dull, light yellow color, which is also a major contrast from Puddlefoot’s grey-blue eyes. The only feature the brothers both have in common are the long hairs on the tips of their ears, which they inherited from their mother’s side of the family. The two toms’ personalities are quite different as well; Riverstripe carries himself in a confident manner that makes many in his clan wonder if he knows something they do not, while Puddlefoot has a more nervous, skittish disposition. The look in Riverstripe’s eyes makes him appear bored and arrogant, like he believes he is better than everyone else, which far from the truth. Riverstripe generally cares about other cats, but often wonders why they worry so much about what others think of them. To Riverstripe, outside appearances don’t matter, and neither does your popularity status; he thinks cats are crazy for caring about such things, and doesn’t hold back from telling them so. This type of thinking, and his natural bluntness, makes it very hard for Riverstripe to make new friends, though there are several cats in BrookClan who love and accept him the way he is.] One of these cats is his brother Puddlefoot; the two became very close after their parents died when they were kits. The two brothers can often be seen talking in camp or hunting together in the forest; some might say they are the best of friends.
Snakefang || Neonluma
Big dark brown tabby tom with light green eyes. Has a small circle of friends that he is fiercely loyal to and would stick up for them no matter what. Wants to be the strongest cat in his clan. He is proud which is what makes him picky about choosing friends. He is rather serious for a kit. His sister is Sandkit.
Bearheart || littlesnowpelt
A sweet, kind-hearted tom. Milk chocolate makes up the base of his fur, which is crossed over by smokey stripes. His eyes are a pale green, often mistaken for a light amber. Many assume he's always open for friendship, but that isn't quite true even though it seems. His one and only companion is Slushfur, one she-cat whom the tom has developed feelings for. Any other friend makes him feel uncomfortable and he will do his all to keep himself from scrambling away. Due to his lack of sociality, he's an awkward cat to interact with, but it doesn't hurt him one bit if one is to leave him. He's quite and anxious one, always worrying about one thing then another. Nothing is ever perfect. Many see him as the Clan's pansy, which secretly hurts the tom deeply. The feeling is comparable to a stake in his heart that is unable to be retrieved. He may be the weak link, and the scaredy-cat, but at certain parts of his life he has managed to muster up the courage to speak up or fight back, but the protests are only minor and usually cause no effect. He's always the last choice for a soldier in battle. Even a young apprentice could be stronger than him, but no matter how weak and useless he is, he's always able to stand from the rubble until justice is served once and for all.
Fuzzylamb || Secretkit
A pale brown tom, with dusky shaded fur-tips. Each strand of The son of Sweetcadence and an unknown tom, he finds pleasure in simple things, such as playing with his uncle Azurefrost - whom he admires most ardently - or with his littermates, the gems of his life. His tough bony structure enables him to be slender and lithe on his feet, although the warrior-like, sinewy layer of brawn that lies just beneath his pelt is enough to allow him to be strong and knightly. This young tom has wide brown eyes, filled with a desire and longing to be informed, filled with knowledge of bright and wonderful things. Colours are something of a miracle to him, as when he was a kit he was almost blind, and the only colours he could distinguish were a dark grey and white, along with pinches of red mixed in between. His fur is rich with volume, and shimmers in the sunlight when he walks, sometimes causing him to be a distraction to other cats, especially she-cats. His name is Fuzzylamb and he may seem soft and gentle, but beneath his beautiful exterior there is something deep within him that is slowly making its way to the outside of him, a creeping, hungry sort of intelligence that will only lead to his downfall.
Dragoncompassion || CottanCandii
His eyes are a deep almost violet blue, ringed with black. His pelt is a ruffled shining deep black, reflecting many colors in the sun. He's named after the great flying beasts, dragons. They were always known for their great wisdom, pride, greed, beauty, compassion, and strength. Dragoncompassion has all of this in him, his strength and beauty shown in his amethyst, jewel-like eyes, his broad shoulders and powerful body. His pride for his clan and family, his own abilities, is fierce and strong. His greed over being the best, but every dragon learns as he gets older to let go of his greed and learn humility. Along with humility, comes the wisdom. Out of his siblings, he's the one that feels like he doesn't belong whatsoever and often stays away from them. He spends most of his time training, studying, learning, collecting. Withdrawn from others, his flaming heart hidden beneath his hard protective armor, he's hard to get close to. He always prefers to be by himself, hidden away from most others out in the territory. Sure he's loyal to his clan, but he loves his solitude. He was separated from his family for a long time, but finally found his sister Pheonixprancer in Brookclan, and settled down there with her. After being a wanderer for so long, he's happy to finally have a home.
Oceansiren || Eclipsedmoon
You here a voice call out through the darkness. A voice that is commanding yet seductive, drawing you in. You can't help but approach the pretty she cat that is the wonderful sound's owner. Oceansiren has a way with words. And a way with her claws. Despite her thin frame, she has sleek muscles under that white fur splashed with brown. Her ocean blue eyes are deep and filled with emotion and life. She has spent her whole life training hard, sharpening her senses, strengthening her muscles. She has gained an incredible stamina and agility, and even though she is thin, almost scrawny, she can also pack a punch. Each blow is fueled by emotion. Each decision she makes. But she has learned how to control her emotions. How to use them to her advantage. And how to hide them when its needed. She has a determination like no other, never giving up or backing down, and remains strictly loyal to BrookClan even though her wayward brother left when he was 6 moons old. Oceansiren is strong willed, allowing no one to sway her opinion. Yet in all this determination. This stubborness and remarkable skill. There is a sweet natured cat who is energetic and loving. A personality that some say help make up for her flaws. Some even pick on her a little for her sometimes kit like nature. No matter what others say, you will always find a love for life in her eyes. A fire that will always burn, never to fizzle out.
Silentwind || Mysticfire
She can go anywhere without a sound. Careful of surroundings, she is. Strong as a fox. Silent as the wind. Silentwind is a kit-friendly cat. She is helpful and caring. She would do anything for her clan. She is a light gray tabby with leafy green eyes with a strange mark on her back of wind blowing. It spreads towards her flank.
Camofeather || *Fall*out*boy*lover*
A beautiful black she-cat with large splashes of dark and light brown mixed and bright honey eyes. This she-cat is the master of staying hidden, some of her clan mate even call her shadow walker because of how wonderful her pelt help her blend in. Her fur is soft, like downy feathers on a duckling, and is always sleek and clean. Her body is small and petite, but she can put up one hell of a fight in battle. Camofeather is quiet and shy, but surprises everyone in battle. With a perfect camouflage pelt she is and exquisite hunter, one of the best in the clan. She loves being around kits and loves to help out around the nursery, really she loves helping anywhere. She loves to explore the territory, weather its why she is hunting, patrolling or just out on a nice stroll.
Ivyclimb || Foxblood
A beautiful ginger tabby she-cat with speckles of white. She has bright, gold specked green eyes. She once had a family who tried to start a clan, and rouges destroyed the group of cats. Ivyclimb believes she is the only cat alive from her bloodline, which is the most depressing thought. Her posture is defined, she is a sculpted and fascinating cat that could hurt a hair on any of her clan mates, unless she came to the point where she was extremely aggravated. Her goal is to find the rouges who killed her family, and to get her 'revenge.' Her pelt is smoothed, and perfect. There are no scars that can be seen, except for the one on her tail. Fighting is not her best skill, and she was once known as the best hunter in the family. She once had a mate, who plotted against murdering her family. Looks like he succeeded, but to make matters worse, she was heavy with his kits.
Sayomi || Foxblood
A lithe gray-white she-cat with vivid gold eyes. Stripes like silhouettes, and lighter white patches mark her pelt. Sayomi is a unique cat that isn't easy to find. She's quite nice but once in a while tempered. Sayomi means night-born in Japanese. Once upon a time, a young cat was born into a group of loners. The word Warriors had no meaning and kits seemed impossible. But then she met Kumori. He was handsome, and had it all. He was all a beautiful female like her wished for. Innocently she fell for him, and moons later she told him about the kits. It seemed Kumori didn't want anything to do with the kits, and he turned on her. She saw his real side. A dark, evil tom who's sole purpose was to ruin her life. Days after he left her, rumors spread he was coming to rid of her. The night he came, Sayomi was prepared, only taking a bundle of memories with her. The bundle carried a beautiful charm her mother had found one evening, and an amethyst colored pebble. She ran, though heavy with kits, but Kumori was faster and stronger, using a swift leap to tackle her. The moment she stared into the eyes of her formal mate, she felt a burst of strength, willing herself to shove him of and knock him out with a blow to the head. Knocking him out had given her a chance to escape and life a new life, maybe in the clans she had only heard of once. Then she kitted four beautiful kits, and met Blossomspots, the cat that took her to Brookclan.
Wildheart || Silverfin1313
Wildheart isn't your usual warrior. Where the others are big and tough, he is light and small. He is indeed small, barely bigger than your average apprentice. His coat is a tabby brown, brindled in woody colors that shift from the darkest chocolatey browns to light cinnamon shades. He might have been a handsome tom once, with his beautiful amber eyes and his fine bone structure, and his long, lithe body. But since those days, he has grown an almost beard-like tuft of short length on the bottom of his chin, and his fur is bridged by scars. He has two distinctive ones on his face: one across his nose, and another, fainter one across his eye. Wildheart has a sharp sense of humor, and he always keeps you on your toes with it. He is quite smart, and thinks on his feet well. With battle strategy and what-to-do-in-delicate-situations strategy, he is well learned. He can get other cats to believe in him, and he is a strong leader, from what experience has shown in hunting parties and patrols. Wildheart doesn't fight with pure strength: he would get killed. He is strong for his size, but if he went on strength alone, he would still be killed. Instead, he is very fast and even more accurate, and very smart about how he fights. He could be described as a ball of fury if you manage to get a hold on him: claws, teeth, kicks, swipes, bucking. If necessary, he will wear down his opponent for along time before striking the final blow. In this way, Wildheart has defeated opponents far bigger and more menacing. Wildheart was a rogue. Nobody really knows where he come from. If you ask, he'll mention something vague about a mate and kit, and going separate ways. Of course, this is his way. If he isn't doing something, he is cloaked is mystery. His way, his path.
Hailstorm || Hailstorm
He is a darkish grey muscular tom with darker grey stripes. He also has dark grey paws and stripes on his tail. He has a white chest and white underbelly, longish-Medium fur length and blue eyes. Hailstorm is brave, mischievous, curious, creative and loving. He is an excellent fighter with strong swift movements. He can usually outwit any enemy and he is good at creating ideas for defense and traps. Hailstorm does not have a mate or kits.
Desertcave || Eclipsedmoon
An ever-shifting sand dune in an endless desert. Desertcave is a gentle beast. His rippling muscles cloaked in a soft sandy pelt. Green eyes full of laughter. He is strong-minded. Well-worded. And a friendly tom. He is loyal to the clan, but cares most for his little sister Willowlullaby. His sweet little treasure who he cherishes more than life. She is so bubbley. So happy around him. Sometimes he forgets the past. And prays one day he and his sister truelly will. Desertcave strives hard too help all. To listen to others opinions. To nurture the ones who are hurt. So much love fills this tom's beaming heart. Endless love. He has such a soft spot for the innocent. And a ruthless hate for the evil. He seems to know when you are lying and know when trouble is brewing. Hopefully that trouble won't erupt.
Flameburn || Eclipsedmoon
Dark orange/brown tom with dark green eyes. His fur looks almost burned by fire, singed by flames, giving him his name sake. A once formidable cat, strong and merciless, now he is but a shell of his former self. Muscles still rippe under his pelt, but his sense of being is leaving, slowly he is being driven to insanity; a shift set of by the death ofhos beloved mate. And who is there to take the tail end of this? His daughter, Whispermemory. Most say it is because she is a perfect copy of her mother. He yells at her, forgets her at times, and even strikes out a her. Yet she still loves him and holds on. Maybe one day she will help him break through the fog in his mind.
AutmnWind || Jeason567
Her fur is a soft orange cream color with orange stripes and patches with patches of brown. AutmnWind is a quick runner she can faster than a fish can swim. She is an agile hunter due to her speed and she was given her name because her fur looks the wind during leaffall. Her favorite pass time is running or swimming in the creeks and brooks in her clan's Territory. She is shy ,but whitty and quick to respond when she is needed.
Onyxcrystal || Angellewing
A young, carefree she-cat with sharp green eyes and a spot of white on her chest. Long claws are this playful she-cat's most prominent feature, making her seem intimidating, when in fact she loves to play and hates violence, except when someone is threatening her clan or trespassing. Fiercely loyal, Onyxcrystal wants nothing more than to defend her clan and care for her loved ones. She wants nothing more than to learn from the best of the best, and then be the best of the best, helping train the young uns'.
Moonfur|| Moonshine25
Moonfur is a very out-going cat who's very friendly with every other kind of cat, Moonfur has a very smooth, silky, black fur that glimmers in the moonlight. Moonfur had begun his life in the two-leg world and had been the leader of his "gang" and had fought to be the top gang in his world, but one day he had began a fight with members of the Sunclan and had realized his real duty to join the Brookclan and move his way up in the ranks. With him just beginning in the forest, life had keen very tough, but as time went on, he has began to become his old self, the strong, wise leader he had once been.
Storyteller || kittzkat
Everyone has a story. Some stories are broadcasted loud and clear. How a cat became leader. How a dynamic couple came to be. Others, they are kept on the down low. The story of Storyteller is one of those. She was an illegal kitten of Soaringhawk. You may not recognize his name. It has been a long time since the old medicine cat was mentioned. There was never a reason to - he wasn't particularly interesting. He didn't do anything particularly special. Or so they thought. In reality, the tom broke the code. He mated with a cat, and Storyteller was born. She was the only living heir - her first sibling was born without life, and the other soon died in the snow. All that was left was Storykit. She became the apple of her mother's, Archangel, eye. Even when she opened her own, clouded blue eyes to make it known she would never see. It was a curse, it seems, on Soaringhawk, but could StarClan be so cruel to an innocent kitten? She had done nothing - hadn't been asked to be born. Moons past, and although Archangel still loved her kitten more than she loved herself, she became angry. She raged with fury, located at one tom, Soaringhawk. One night, while the camp was sleeping, she murdered him. That same night, Storyteller had a dream. She dreamed of her mother slitting his throat, and when she woke up to cat's frantic that their medicine cat was dead, she knew exactly what happened. She had to tell the leader, and Archangel was banished. Now, you see why she doesn't want to air her dirty laundry?
Fleckedpaint || NauticalNightmare
A medium sized, lithe ginger and white tabby tom with honey colored eyes. His lean muscles ripple underneath his smooth, well groomed coat. Fleckedpaint is a shy tom who tends to keep to himself in most situations. The fact that he's so shy clearly covers the intelligence that flows through his brain. Often found by himself, one might be surprised if they see him speaking to someone. His choice of conversation usually drifts between the weather and how well the pray is running. Some may find that odd and tend to leave him alone. The only time most people see Fleckedpaint have a conversation is when he's with someone he is v