N E W S
joining open
activity check none
ceremonies none
tryouts co deputy & medicine cat apprentice
plots in the working
D A Y C L A N
Is it possible to outshine the sun? Yes, for DayClan is the embodiment of warmth and life. This is often cause for other clans to take advantage of their - our - friendliness, providing enough room for us to show the true edge of our strength. We are ever rising as the sun, but we shine on after night folds over the wheat fields spanning our territory. Loyalty is our golden virtue that keeps us bound together through any struggles, and like that we are able to overcome any obstacle in our way.
M E N T O R S & A P P R E N T I C E S
Buckpaw & Spiralmisery
Copperpaw & Simpleappearance
Icepaw & Autumnleaves
Lloyd & Coyotespirit
Scarfedpaw & Lionroar
Songpaw & Nightshade
Spottedpaw & Paradiseshine
Swanpaw & Silentshadow
Whitepaw & Astralsoul
L E A D E R
* Cinderstar (wolf)
Roleplayed by Loki'd!
There is something wrong with this picture. When that phrase is read, or uttered, it usually possesses a humorous meaning. However, when it comes to Cinderstar, there is not a single giggle to be heard. Upon first glance, it may be perplexing for an onlooker to discover why there is no laughter. Although there are minute irregularities in her appearance, they are insignificant in comparison to the grand scheme that is this feline. Her build is an ideal DayClan build – slender, tall, long-legged, and perfect for running through the golden prairies of DayClan. Long and thick hairs, which are the color of her namesake, are firmly rooted within Cinderstar's body, and slip smoothly down her frame. Her visage is thin, but neither emaciated nor gaunt, and displays prominent, high cheekbones and ghostly, vacant eyes. It is only when Cinderstar links gazes with another feline that an understanding can be accomplished. Her eyes are a lovely shade of amber, for despite their slight murkiness, there is something strangely compelling about the color. However, it is neither the beauty nor the sorrow within these eyes that make them alluring; it is the emptiness and the hopelessness within these eyes that make them alluring. When a sense of satisfaction washes over an onlooker, it is typically followed by a sense of horror. How can such hurt bring upon such mirth? Despite the alarm that is caused by the gratification, there is an – perhaps, it is even the – answer to such a bewildering question. It is the rarity of the purity of the distress that results in the pleasure. However, Cinderstar is more than pain; she is a leader, and a good one, despite the emotional baggage that she carries. After all, isn't an ability to lie an ability of a leader?
D E P U T Y
* Neophantom
Roleplayed by Icefire1
A mask covers all sorrows. This is the philosophy this black and white she-cat has followed throughout her entire life. Yet, even beneath this joyful mask, she is as brave and as strong as any other warrior. Never doubt her loyalty. Though she covers her true emotions, she would still defend her clan even if it meant giving her life away. Life is a strange concept to Neophantom. It’s there one moment, happy and healthy, but could be swept away in a moment without a second warning. Ever since she was a kit, she had kept her heart locked up and tossed away the key. She was not always living beneath this mask of her’s. No, there was a time when she was as outgoing as the most rambunctious kit and wouldn’t fear giving away her emotions to anyone. What happened to this happy cat, one may ask? Life happened. Her leaf colored eyes saw things that no little kit should ever see. Her beloved father, the single tom that ever held even a sliver in her heart, murdered her precious mother right in front of her eyes. Since that day, she has been afraid to give her heart to another tom, in fear that she, too, would be killed one day. She has put on an act for everyone, showing them the cheerful face that she once had. A black mask of fur covers most of her face, leaving only a small sliver of her white fur showing. Her tail and right paw also share this same black color.
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M E D I C I N E C A T
* Larkwing
Roleplayed by valiance.
Her soft black pelt and those faded silver eyes will eternally make you question all that there is when you take a single glance in her direction. She is a beautiful she-cat; there is no doubt about it. She is active, adventurous cat. Even though she may be meek, she is a very curious cat and she tends to take the road less traveled by. She is the type of cat that has reason to believe that everyone is beautiful in their own unique way. This she-cat isn’t afraid to speak her mind, or stand up for what she believes in. She’ll always take the side that she believes is in the right, whether her friends are on it or not. Reliable could be a word that you can describe her without having second thoughts. Although, she is not afraid to tell anyone the word, ”No.” She understands that her life is of her own, and no one else’s. But she does indeed do all she can do for the greater good. She is a strong believer in karma. What goes around comes around; which is probably why she gives all that she can give to everyone around her. She knows little about her family and what they were like. She knows only of her brother, Blackpool. He is all that is left of her family as far as she is concerned. They are very different from each other, in almost every way except for their appearance. That is probably why they tend to get into heated arguments, or end up not talking to one another for a long while. Yet she knows that even though they may have an iffy love/hate relationship she would never truly hate him. He is all that she has left of her kin, after all. What would her life be like if there wasn’t an older brother to bother? She surely wouldn’t like to find out.
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W A R R I O R S
Alderfoot
Roleplayed by Jeason567
Alder foot is a flame pointed Himilayan with large paws and leaf green eyes.He is a kind tom that loves kits and spending time with the queens and babysitting kits. His thick white fur is soft and silky like an alder leaf,but don't let that fool you he is a true fighter.He will kill anything threating his clan unless it's aginst the warrior code.He is a tough fighter and a swift hunter.
*** Ashenface
Roleplayed by WarriorCats#1Fan!!!
Light brown she-cat with gray spots, one on the tip of her ear, one on the bottom of her ear, one around her eye, one on the tip of her tail, and one on her chin (the rest just in random places). She has dark brown eyes with golden flecks. She has unusually long claws that help her greatly in combat and in climbing.
Astercloud
Roleplayed by Vulpixkit
Don't judge a book by its cover. Astercloud is an anomaly of this proverb. Although she is as gentle and as kind as her soft appearance suggests, Astercloud is more than that. She is a knight in rusty armor, and she is a diamond in the rough. As a young cat, her parents raised her to be on the side of nobility, honor, and justice, and Astercloud has become that. She stands up for all things right, regardless of whether or not they are detrimental to her reputation. This aspect of her personality typically comes with some surprise, as Astercloud does not particularly spark fireworks physically; there is a rather demure look to her soft grey tabby coat and warm orange eyes. Although Astercloud may read as a sweet and soft spoken cat, open her up and take a look; she is more than a satisfying story.
* Astralsoul
Roleplayed by Icefire1
A flash of white. A large, bushy tail. You wonder if you saw some sort of squirrel or raccoon, but it's too late. Soon, the last thing you see is the forest colored eyes of this noble she-cat. While most only see the white, there is a tint of cream color in her pelt. She is quick and agile, making this muscular she-cat even more threatening. She puts her duties to the clan above all else, even before her personal feelings. To her, the clan is everything. Astralsoul is often too serious about everything and never takes anything lightly. Her father was once a great warrior -- noble, strong and determined. It was because of him that Astralsoul took being a warrior so seriously so she could follow in his pawsteps. She looked up to her father, he was her role model. When he was killed in battle, Astralsoul felt like she had lost a part of her. Since that day, she became determined to be the best warrior possible so she wouldn't have to let anyone else close to her die.
Autumnfur
Roleplayed by Emberwish
This tom has been blessed by StarClan with a beautiful gold and brown pelt. His amber eyes tend to blend in with the rest of his body too. During Leafbare especially, he can almost hide in plain sight! He uses this to his advantage whenever hunting or in battle. Autumnfur has learned to be quiet when passing through the forest. Whatever he's stalking is in for a big surprise when he strikes! He enjoys being used as a spy for his clan but don't get him wrong. He's not sneaky by nature. Autumnfur's heart is as good as gold when it comes to loyalty to his clan and clanmates. Many she-cats have padded after him, but he's not ready to settle down yet. But someday he'll find the she cat that will make his heart pound and will take her for his mate.
* Autumnleaves
Roleplayed by Loki'd!
Although Autumnleaves is named after the dying and dead life in the season of dying and death, she is neither the chill of the cold winds, nor the darkness of the ominous clouds. Instead, Autumnleaves is the beauty of the vibrant colors and the warmth of the lingering sun. She is the flickering light in the hovering darkness, but she tries her best to remain as cheery and bright as possible. One may consider her to be naive and innocent to believe in the goodness of the felines around her, but her history simply implies her to be hopeful and optimistic. Born into a family of an already deceased father, a sorrowing mother, and three other sisters, she willingly took care of herself and watched out for her sisters. When she was able to consciously recognize that her mother was slowly going milk dry, she let her sisters take the rest and slept through the aching hunger. Ironically, despite her sacrifices, her mother and her sisters died before she became a warrior. Her decision to give up her only source of nutrition early stunted her growth considerably, and she remains the size of a larger and older kitten or a smaller and younger apprentice. However, she makes up for her complete lack of stature with a golden heart as luminous as the sun. Her eyes are the same color as her heart, and they shine with a certain faith in StarClan. Like the galaxy where her ancestors live, Autumnleaves' pelt is spotted with striking colors. Snowy white, rusty ginger, and dusty ebony overlap and layer on her fur, and give her a calico coat. Hopeless but hoping, Autumnleaves is a dreamer in a world of realists.
* Battlescar
Roleplayed by *Jaypaw*
In the middle of the day, clouds cover the sky, for Starclan did not approve of this fight, or should I say war. Cats clashed, Clan vs. Clan. Blood pools over the battle ground, the grass is stained red, and dead bodies litter the ground. This war was pointless, but it was fought anyways. It shouldn't have happened, those cats shouldn't have died, and that blood shouldn't have been spilled. It was all over some stolen prey that both clans were innocent for. Sometimes your pride covers up the truth, even when it doesn't seem like a lie, you think it is. Whenever your actually wrong you don't want to admit it, and so you lie. You don't know that, that lie would mess up your whole life, or makes you have an enemy that you don't want. A little kitten with silky black fur, and glowing amber eyes slipped out of camp unseen. She bounced through the forest, tail waving over her head. She used to be a joyful and happy little kitten, with a smile always on her face. That was before the incident happened, she didn't hear the noises of the battle as she stumbled into the clearing. She suddenly stumbled backwards eyes wide with terror as a large warrior stood over her. He towered over her, his bulk blocking out the sun. She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a squeak of terror. She didn't know why the warrior lashed out a paw, his long curved claws unsheathed, claws that glinted in the sun and ripped open her flesh from her shoulder to her haunches. Pain over whelmed her and she fell into darkness, she thought she was going to die. Maybe the tom did it, because he thought they would win, but how could trying to kill a kit make his clan win? She woke in the Medicine Cat's Den, her side throbbing. Eventually the wound healed, but it became a scar.A large scar, that no fur grew around, the shekit wasn't named yet, but because of what she had done, she was named Battlekit, and her warrior Battlescar. It doesn't help that her name reminds her of her mistake every time someone looks at her, or she looks at her scar. After her mistake, she was never the same again, she wasn't that happy, joyful kitten. She kept herself away from everyone for a long time, she rarely spoke. She barely speaks anymore, but she holds her chin up with pride, even if there isn't any. She has a bad attitude, and a bad temper, sometimes though she can be nice. Everyday she is reminded of her terrible mistake, now her whole life is ruined.
* Cobaltrain
Roleplayed by Icefire1
Silence is golden to this tom. He speaks only as much as needed, and only in simple sentences. He tends to be formal to everyone, even to the cats that he knows well. Some say that he's cold-hearted and doesn't care, and that's why he doesn't talk to anyone. This is far from the truth though. In reality, he just doesn't know how to talk to others. This gray tom lived as a loner for most of his life, wandering aimlessly through the forests. When he came across Dayclan, he decided that his lonely days were over and he could start anew in the clan. However, he knows that not everyone is too excited about him, a loner, joining the clan. Because he was alone all of his life, he never had any interaction with others, thus making him socially awkward. He never had a name as a loner, so when he came to the clan, he was named Cobaltrain from his deep blue eyes.
* Coyotespirit
Roleplayed by Eclipsedmoon
Growling can be heard behind you, hidden in the grass. You catch glimpses of what looks like a coyote before the beast emerges. Coyotespirit is fitting of his name. Light framed, long legged, and long muzzled. Fur a deep and dark russet brown along his back and the upper half of his tail fades to a lighter shade as it travels down. His bushy tail and large pointed ears ending in a black point and the bottom of his muzzle and part of his chest claimed by a fluff of white. He hold a remarkable resemblance to the member of the canine family. All the way from his kind and thoughtful light golden eyes to his battle yowl that rings out in a perfect mimic a coyote's. Despite his fearsome looks and deep rumbling voice, Coyotespirit is a loyal friend. Level-headed and not quick to jump into a fight, though he would win if he must. This unique looking tom has an even more unique past, known by very few. His former name was simply Coyote, back in his home land. He had been an orphan, roaming the allies of a twoleg place as a kit till he was taken in by the Master, a wise soul who saw promise in the trembling fur ball. Master trained him in the way of his kind alongside another tom his age, named Storm. Trained him not only in the skills of fighting, but in the ways of compassion. He became an expert in the ways of the Master and his brethren, a sort of clan of ninja cats if you will. The side kicks of the skilled fighters they train to be like. Master was so proud. But Storm grew angry with his adoptive brother gaining all the love, and killed Master. Coyote has been on the run ever since, trying to escape the past. Trying to escape the memories. But the truth is, you can never turn your back completely on the brethren. So in Coyotespirit's mind, the question remains. He has the looks and the strength, but does he have the courage and spirit of a coyote? Does he have the will to do whats right when the past catches up?
* Crystalheart
Roleplayed by YoursInEternity
A long haired tabby she-cat with dazzling blue eyes and exotic fire like pelt. Her eyes hold the mystery of centuries. They are most definitely the most amazing eyes, somebody can get lost in them. She hasnt and most likely wont ever talk about her past, its one shed rather not want to. Its not something anyone would want to remember.
Dancingpyxie
Roleplayed by Emberwish
One, two. One, two. Keep in time and in tempo. Feel the beat. The elements of dance, different everywhere you go yet also a kind of universal language understood by all. It seems like this she-cat understands that, but things aren't always as they seem. Her fur is like a lily white, luminous in the sunlight. It's covered in dark cream patches and splotches, only a few of these large blossoms decorate her body. Her tail is like a garden, completely covered in these creamy flowers. One of her eyes is a bright blue, like an orchid in the spring. The other is a darker brown, more like the strong roots of a tree dug into the ground. Her own roots aren't as deep as the roots of the tree though. She just appeared on Dayclan's doorstep one day, a mangy and filthy kitten lost in the vast open world. Not one to just leave her, they took her in. She doesn't remember the circumstances of how she got there, but one thing was clear from the the get go, something was wrong. At random times in the day, evening and night, she will twitch. Just random little jumps that could scare you if you're right next to her. She's quick to apologize about it, though, and tries not to let it hinder her. She just doesn't think much about it and focuses on trying to be positive and happy. Other than her tic, she is your typical happy she-cat. Her happiness is there, like a warm ray of sunlight, yet it's not annoying. Infectious, yes. Annoying, no. Well, to the cold, it can be. Not everything about her is centered around her happiness or tic. Her actions are often erratic and not fully planned out. She prefers her peaceful surroundings rather than fighting and would definitely prefer to stay out of it. Maybe even just becoming a queen and staying in the nursery. She absolutely loves kits and desires to have some of her own. She is basically a delicate flower, dancing in the wind.
* Dawnlight
Roleplayed by WarriorCats#1Fan!!!
Pretty cream she-cat with pale green eyes. She has brown paws, ears, muzzle, and a brown striped tail. Dawnlight doesn’t like unneeded bloodshed and she’d much rather prefer peace. She’s pretty open and intelligent, always thinking things through before she does anything.
Developingflame
Roleplayed by .:Midnight:Flyer:.
A flicker, a pop, a crackle, flames rise up in a thick steady stream, smoke clouding the imminent surroundings. Out of the flames forms a figure, deformed miserable. The creature develops and grows with the fire it's very soul an extension aforementioned element. Then the figure diverged. Before you stands a tall slender to that gives off a handsome vibe. That is until you reach his face. One to many battles have left this young tom battle scarred and mutated. One of his ears is turned sharply at a complete 180 degree angle. His mouth has a scar that causes his lips to naturally turn up in a demented like smile. Last but not least, one of his eyes is gouged out entirely leaving him half blind. Despite all this Developingflame refuses to retire. He has a silky smooth black pelt and his remaining eye is a concentrated amber. His muscles are still well developed and his sheer size causes him to tower over most cats. His personality however is a stark contrast to his appearance. Often described as a big kitten of type Devlopingflame lacks that maturity that most warriors pertain to. Rather he has a playful and even annoying nature from time to time. However, this tom is far from oblivious and he knows when the situation calls for a solemn nature. This tom despite his playful mannerisms often doesn't favor verbal contact. His voice is deep and booming but admittedly a bit gurgled by the mutation. Developingflame opts to mostly let his actions speak for themselves. A optimistic view on life keeps the tom going even in the roughest of times. However, he still has his moments and when he explodes stay clear.
Doetail
Roleplayed by shavartu
Having gained the name Doekit for the mottled color of his pelt, the name only grew more appropriate as time passed and his somewhat timid personality grew more developed; a trait normally associated with the gentle forest creatures. He gained the name Doetail for his balance, though it also remains appropriate considering his rather short tail. Though there is no appearance that ties the Dayclan cats together it seems as if, even so, Doetail cannot quite reach the height of standard expected of any clan, if you'll forgive the crude humor. The first thing one notices about him is his size, and while this is all well and good for many cats who are born on the petite side, it seems as if Doetail's legs are but a tad too small for his body. Sprouting from a torso that seems too long in conjunction with his other appendages, they are almost immediately noticeable, especially when he stands next to another cat. And indeed, while on any other cat the length of their body and their legs seem consistent, for Doetail the opposite proves true, whose belly more often than not brushes along the ground far more easily than it would had he longer legs. Even so, however, this does not inhibit his abilities as a forest cat in any way; it could even be said that it helps him, for his height makes him an excellent tracker and hunter. His tail, too, seems shorter, only proving that most of the extremities of his body are a little shorter than the norm, though not in any way that makes it difficult for him to provide for his clan. Had he been born without these... inaccuracies, if you will, Doetail would still remain a small cat. The mottled pelt that covers his body does not provide any illusions as to how small he is; it is clear to see his stature and the slimness of his frame, and from behind if one didn't know any better, they would almost think him an older apprentice rather than the warrior he is. It is likely that had he the opportunity the tom could walk right underneath the belly of a fox and barely brush his tailtip along the fur there. The aura that he exudes certainly does not help to deny this impression. It is one of uncertainty and silence, rather than the fulfilling pride one would expect of a warrior his age. The angles of Doetail's face are disguised by the long fur that grows there, softening them and giving his face an overall gentler look. Though close-set, his eyes are large and round and lack any distinctively sharp slant, hemmed with a darker skin that blends quite nicely with the dappled hazel of his irises. As is only to be expected, Doetail relies more on body language than the expressiveness of his face, though he is certainly capable of pulling some strange expressions. It is as if the markings on his pelt had been indecisive as they formed and made themselves into halfhearted tabby stripes. With a creamy fur that displays itself on his chest and underbelly, he is ticked with darker brown-grey tabby markings that flicker every so often into a lighter auburn color. On the crest of his head and along his spine these markings are especially prominent, fading as they travel downwards and clustering together once again around his stocky legs. Nothing displays Doetail's social ineptitude more than his awkward manner of handling interactions with unfamiliar people. The idea that he will unintentionally offend someone is a constant whenever someone approaches him and consequentially influences how he acts around them. He tends to trip over his words and has a fast thought process that often tells him to scrap what he's currently saying for a new option. Though it could be considered a stutter, it disappears when he is around people he is comfortable with (though it can still pop up when he's flustered, naturally). This particular trait of his tends to get in the way of his desire to talk to people; some cats grow uncomfortable listening to him trying to piece together a sentence -- others mock him. It is because of this that he could be regarded as a quiet sort of feline, though this is mostly a consequence of his desire to remain free from scorn. Though timid, Doetail is a generally unassuming character. He is far from naive, certainly, but likes to give others the benefit of the doubt; perhaps this ties in with his frank distaste of standing up for himself (if it could even be called distaste; fear, perhaps, would be a better word, because he is just not good at it and his efforts more often than not get him nowhere). He is a cat who needs to sum up inordinate amounts of courage for the little things that other cats take for granted; one time, in particular, he sat outside the warrior's den until sunhigh trying to convince himself to ask another warrior if they would keep him company while hunting (it turned out that warrior had never been in the den in the first place, and in fact had returned from dawn patrol an hour beforehand). The circumstances surrounding his birth and the little eccentricities that so many cats find intolerable have proven to make him an extremely self-conscious cat. He is determined, however, to prove to others that he has worth; perhaps it is a blessing that so few cats seem to notice this determination, for while he displays this trait where it counts, it is awfully easy to dissuade him from doing anything. He is, above all, an extremely weak-willed cat; he is unable to work pridefully where it is deserved in the face of the reservations of others. He is a cat who is hung-up on the opinions of others and who fears inexplicably the abandonment of those he grows close to. Though he knows it is unreasonable to assume as such, it is still a source of some worry that they will leave suddenly, influenced by the opinions of those who hold him in a bad light, and he'll be alone. Above all else, large crowds are daunting for Doetail. Overly aware of his appearance, he feels constantly as if his fur is prickling under the stares of others who think he is not capable. He does not handle such information well and dislikes being in the attention of even a small group, preferring to lurk at the sidelines and take any chance to escape. Consequently, he works best with one-on-one conversations. When it comes to personal satisfaction, especially with his skills, he tends to be a bit of a perfectionist, and making smaller mistakes tends to put him into a very focused (and therefore intolerant) mood. Even so, however, it can be said that he is a tom who is unable to get angry. He is afraid to do so, knowing that any anger on his part will likely get laughed at. Confrontations are situations that could, had he the capability, make his palms sweat. Doetail absolutely hates the idea of confronting someone and consequently tends to let himself be walked all over rather than speaking up. If push comes to shove he is certainly capable of it, but he tends to drop the topic as quickly as he brought it up and apologizes for inconveniencing anyone — as if his opinion is not important enough to be heard. Away from these traits, however, it can easily be said that Doetail is a kind and caring cat. It can take some coaxing for him to relax fully enough in the company of others for him to become the cat that, minus the insecurities, he has the potential to be. While he is not explicitly reliable, he does what he can for those who need it, and does so to the best of his abilities. Doetail is actually quite a good-humored feline, when the situation calls for it; he does have a strange sense of humor, certainly, but to those who would accept him as a friend, he can be a good one.
Dragonflyshatter
Roleplayed by finalblow.
What is perfection? To each his own, it seems, and if you ask two different people, their label of this word is never the same. It seems to be an indescribable talent, one that seems almost impossible for a cat to posses. Dragonflyshatter is probably one of the closest things to perfection that you can find. His pelt is a flame, burning bright through red ripples across orange-cream fur. His eyes are the color of the forest at the end of summer, a green with just a subtle touch of the golden that will come with leaf fall. Muscles line his body, accented with just enough body fat that makes him look full and strong. His legs are long, which fits with his silken fur's long fall across his body. His ears are always pricked and alert, retaining the flawless curve to them. His looks are the best thing about him, but can such a pretty boy really have the perfect personality as well? Not without being a Gary Sue, he can't. Dragonflyshatter is just as his name suggests, shattered. He has hints of ghosts of the past struggling to emerge in his personality. One moment, he's calm. Say the wrong thing and it sets him off. He doesn't trust almost anyone, and those he does trust must work increadibly to retain it. He seems impersonal to most, and for most, he seems like he's on a different wavelength. Maybe he is. Maybe, though, he's just hurt.
Ebonyknight
Roleplayed by -Devi-
Have you ever wondered about the cat that was supposed to me the pride of Brio’s kits, Kiba. The tom with the washed out blue eyes that haunted many after his disappearance. His black pelt is slightly long and his size rivals his fathers tufted ears that are light and feathery. Huge, a brilliant fighter after returning to Crowclan. His ebony claws have been the last thing quite a few cats had seen in his reign as a rouge , Crowclan stalker and successor and now as a ghost that wanders, not really belonging to a clan at all. His name meaning Fang. Fitting being that cat that he is. Mercy? He shows very little. Weakness? Are you kidding me? Sorrow? Never. Regret? Maybe. He is a complicated cat to say the least. Much like his father he lives, breathes, and fights Crowclan. His eyes hold the intensity that his fathers did. Often described as blue fire where his fathers were green but just a fierce. He had aspirations to. Leader. Don’t think he could do it because he’s not related? Well think again. His father’s sister Rammy was mate to Ruenstar. He was related and he was waiting for his opportunity to use his relation to its greatest advantage. But enough about all the boring stuff where has he been up until he came back, why did he leave and why did he come back. Well hopefully this will explain it…His black coat reminds every one of the past, Brio, his father, and his father’s death. Kiba couldn't handle it, the sadness, pity, the looks that he got from the other cats. He left, ran, and he didn't come back until her was almost a stalker. Of course he hates himself for leaving his siblings to deal with the death on their own him being the one who was supposed to be the strong one. He knew he had to come back but he couldn't find the courage until one day he met a cat, a russet tom with eyes that sent him into flash backs of his father. They were green, a light green that was rare among cats. He had not liked the cat instantly and that was before he had started questioning him. The cat had asked him if he knew of a clan that lived in the shadows. The tom had said that Kiba had carried the scent of that clan that he had to find. Kiba had said that he did. “Crowclan, you’re looking for Crowclan. Their territory is in that direction.” He had pointed the cat in the right direction and had not followed for a long time. He had wanted to. He wanted to go back and see his siblings and he wanted to be part of Crowclan again. Finally one morning he just got up and started walking and didn’t stop till he was in the middle of the clan’s camp. The junkyard was the same as he remembered it. The dens all in the same place. Cats he knew now grown up. He knew he was home and his siblings were all there besides Howl who had been killed before he had left. He was happy to be home. Until that cat walked out of the stalkers den, the one that he asked him where to find his clan. He went by Salus and was now part of the clan much to Kiba’s disdain. But after that he spotted his sister and he couldn’t have been happier and neither could have Halo. He came to learn that Ruenstar was gone and was to be replaced and he was accepted back into the clan. Being back in the clan has helped has helped that tom get back to who he was and that’s a good thing. He was a die-hard Crowclan member and hated to see anything that goes against Crowclan code. When he rose to power he worked to get Crowclan back to its glory days, he wanted old school Crowclan back. This was all before Crowclan's fall. After that he lived in Toxicty with his sister Halo. He misses his power, having been Crowclan Successor. He often prowled the other territories looking for a new home, one where he has the chance of getting his power back. This infuriates his sister, the she cat he leaves for long periods of time while looking for this new home. He had felt he had found it so many times only to find he didn't like something. Really he would never find the clan he was looking for, nothing could replace Crowclan in his heart. But he keeps trying, looking for something that would make him stay, a she cat, a deputyship, something more interesting than a life as a warrior. Most of all he wants to keep his name. His father named him and he wasn't going to give it up easily. Kiba. He would always be Kiba. This was the deal breaker for most clans, the name changing. He was Kiba. He was a former cat of the Crow, a dark shadow with a glimmer of blue. He was a damaged cat that is only looking for a home, and he thought he had found it in Fallclan but in the end that couldn't accept him. He left, his name discredited, he wandered for a good time before coming to Dayclan. It was an accident, he was crossing a thunderpath and the monster came out of no where. It knocked him to the side, causing him to strike his head on the hard ground. He awoke to cats standing over him , and he had no memory what so ever. He changed him name, not knowing what his name was, so he remained himself. Kiba would be no more. His name now being Ebonyknight. He knows not of his past, for if he pretends he no longer has one. Cats no longer recognize him after his long disappearance. He has started over. You could say it’s the start of a new day.
Eeltail
Roleplayed by Emberwish
They spend their time in the darkness, in solitude in the small caves they call home, until the perfect opprutunity comes swimming along. Smaller fish have the misfortune of swimming by what seems to be a perfectly fine cavern, though it's the opposite. Out of the darkness, a figure comes out at break neck speed, it's jaws closing around the fish and it's life ending right after. Eeltail is a lot like these mysterious creatures, after all, he was named after them. Even with a shocking creamy white pelt, he has a way of completely disappearing into his surroundings and reappearing at his will. His dull, expressionless and ever-moving amber eyes blend into his a-typical appearance. The only other color on him, if you even consider it a color, is his long and thin black tail. His whole frame is thin and bony, appearing as though he hasn't eaten in weeks even though he is actually pretty healthy. Whether it's a mysterious disorder or just his appearance, he doesn't know or really care. He's not one to go to the medicine cat, or rather anyone, for help. No one's really sure of what happened in this tom's past, but, whatever it was, seems to have left a gaping void in his heart, in his psyche. He simply doesn't trust anyone. If he has a problem, he'll work it out by himself. If he is in trouble, he'll either run or fight them off himself rather than call for help. Whatever it is, he'd rather take care of himself. Not because of any pride in his abilities, but rather the simple terror of possibilities. What could these cats do after they help him? What would they think of such a desire for help? He didn't know and is content with living with this insane doubt. He simply keeps to himself, other than the occasional conversation with (insert cat here), though even she is kept in the dark about things. When people have tried to cooperate with him, his hard headedness had driven most of them off.
Fireshine
Roleplayed by MarronDragonRepublic
Fireshine is a flame orange she cat. She has a white spot on her chest and is strong. She is also small but quick. Her eyes are a deep green.
*** Flameburn
Roleplayed by 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.
* Foxsmoke
Roleplayed by Woofles
A ruggedly handsome, long-haired russet tom with a broad chest, bushy tail, dark accents around his muzzle and paws, and sharp, striking green eyes. Mystery surrounds most of him and why he loves one son over the other, but he is an invaluable warrior and loyal to the leadership, marking himself as nothing less than a tool to be used at their disposal.
* Freeflight
Roleplayed by Amberflame
Her words flow like a river, powerful and firm, yet beautiful and calm. Her stature is that of a swan, graceful and poised, yet she remains easygoing and fun-loving. Her heart? As free as a bird with open wings, soaring on the open air. Freeflight keeps an open mind while standing firm in her opinions. Her odd yellow-green eyes can pierce through a cat, just as well as they can take on ease and comfort. Her long, full tabby coat is the perfect accent to her unusual orbs, pulling out the color while attracting enough attention to itself. Freeflight seems to have it all, but in reality she's just a million pieces to a puzzle. She's yet to be assembled, as that would take quite a while, but one cat has come close. That one cat immobilized her ability to feel emotion. He left with such a sudden jolt, it gave Freeflight whiplash, so to say. Her emotions haven't been the same since then, so she steeled her soul, and freed her heart. She searches every last inch of her body for emotion, and very rarely she makes contact. It's never a long connection though, and she loses contact with it more quickly than she'd like. Her life is like a dormant volcano, a soft reminisce of what it is capable of being and what it once was. She yearns for a new factor in her life to catalyze her return to the cat the seems to have leaped from her paws like a flighty piece of prey. Freeflight waits for the cat, the item, the position-anything, really- that would restore her former life, even though you'd never guess she wasn't perfectly intact. Despite her 'petty' internal conflict, she is an increasingly skilled mentor. Her love for young cats resonates with her personality, as she's quite young and outgoing herself. This contributes to her well-honed leadership qualities by allowing her to connect with cats of most situations, in most stages of life, and of most conditions of heart. She's a fine hunter, and an advantage in battle as well, but she just has an odd knack for training young cats. She just sort of understands them, she guesses. The one thing she's sure to devote her self to other than her apprentice is DayClan. Her free soul is confined to the borders of her beloved Clan, and she's dedicated to bettering it and the abilities of its future generation. She intends on carrying out absolutely any and all actions that will better or advance her Clan in whatever it is that needs improvement.
* Jadeflame
Roleplayed by Icefire1
Silent. Distant. A cat of many mysteries. He likes to keep to himself, but not because of any specific reason. Many cats believe that he thinks he's better than anyone else, or just doesn't know what to do around others. Those are not correct. While it's true that he often insults others, he does not place himself so far above anyone else. As for lack of social skills? Perhaps he doesn't exactly get along well with others, but it's not because he doesn't know what to do. No cat seems to know what to think about this tom. His black fur, his jade eyes, his love of the night. These three things all add on to the mysteriousness of this cat. His past? He doesn't have one. Well, that's not absolutely correct. H