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LEADER
airstar
Played by em1234
Apprentice - None
Mate - None
The invisible figure of Airbreeze is certainly easy to forget. Overlooked and easy to miss, Airbreeze is a very delicate and simplistic egyptian mau searching for a purpose here in life. Most of the time, she's simply drifting along, unsure and insecure. Airbreeze has a very skinny and frail appearance which is enforced by her incredibly light steps and large innocent blue eyes. Her white pelt is always in perfect condition, as she spends most of her time alone grooming herself to give any cat watching the impression that she is busy. The truth is, Airbreeze has a very hard time socializing. Conversing does not come naturally for her, and her sentences and general ways of speaking often lead to an awkward silence. This results in the isolated she-cat who quivers while speaking. Nervous and easily afraid, Airbreeze has made her mind up about socializing: Don't. Her mother was a kittypet called Bast, and she was imported from Egypt. This lead to all of her kits being named after Egyptian Gods, and Airbreeze has the resemblance of Shu - the god of air. Her unstable voice indicates that it is rarely used. It is seldom that her opinion is asked for, and because she is afraid others would dissaprove of her opinions, she keeps them to herself. Though she refuses to call attention to her, she is desperately alone and could use someone to socialize with. Never calling attention to herself, she is often simply watching the others with awkward simplicity. She wishes just someone would exchange a glance with her ; talk to her ; or simly just nod to her. Her desperation and frustration grows. She knows she could have a friend or two of if she tried but the simple thought of attempting something and then failing scares her so much she avoids contact with anyone, even her siblings who were scattered accross the forest, as her mother thought placing them together would result in trouble. Airbreeze knows that her brother Warscar is a powerhungry maniac who would do anything for her deputy position, and the very thought of him approaching her is one of her many frights. She wishes she could be braver. She wishes life would be simpler for her. Airbreeze has time and time again lied to be looked upon as a good warrior. As a kit, she pretended that she had caught a bird for Toystar, only to have stolen it from the fresh-kill pile to impress her. These lies haunt her forever, and unless she can cover them up with more lies, Airbreeze doesn't touch them. A delicate, unbalanced she-cat who doesn't quite belong. She doesn't feel she neccessarily deserves to be the leader of EarthClan, but because a hidden bravery reamins inside her, she will persue, for the clan. Since she's an egyptian breed, vegetation and foresty nature don't go well with her. She has strong allergies to pollen, but is afraid to tell anyone. Thus, at night, she secretly sabotages plants she finds annoying. This is her little secret mission ; to exterminate her allergies so she too may live a normal warrior's life. Her hunting and fighthing skills are remarkably clumsy, so she is actually encouraged not to engage in battle. Some might find this offensive, but Airbreeze simply takes this with relief. She dislikes fighting and is a peaceful cat. Airbreeze is just floating in the wind, hardly seen, and hardly missed.
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DEPUTY
contagiouswind
Played by .::MadHatter::.
Apprentice - None
Mate - None
A light brown, almost cream colored she-cat. With a darker brown face, tail, and legs. Contagiouswind has perfect dark sapphire eyes. This she-cat is unlike any other she-cat; she has seen and heard things worst than most. Contagiouswind comes from a family of assassins. She grew up hearing stories of what her family members have done. Some even murdered their own blood relatives. Her families brutal, dark history is a story of a legacy. Is a story that should be put away and kept in the depths of a old, dark library that know one goes to. Her families story all started when, her great grandfather was banned from his clan, InfinityClan. Yes, that's right, InfinityClan. He wanted to get back on the clan, but was getting too old to do so. Because of this he convinced his son, Breakingthorn to do so. Breakingthorn was told to kill the deputy of InfinityClan, that's all. But, he decided to kill his past mate that betrayed him deliberately and kill the deputy. Surprising, he completed both of these. But, when he returned his Dad was dead, slaughtered actually. Breakingthorn yearned for revenge. He then decided to train his strongest kit. Making him a killer, someone who could kill any cat that he crosses. The cat whom he had trained became known as Brokenshadow. This is where the story really starts. When broken shadow became an adult he planned to murder his horrendous family, that shouldn't be called a family. He had himself a mate and two kittens one being called Contagious. Brokenshadow killed his mate Sophia, and then killed his father Breakingthorn. Only to be stopped when he tried to kill his grandmother Alexandra. Contagiouswind's uncle, Whitewater, had assassinated him. Contagious was a four moon old kitten when this happened, whom had just started her training, one moon before. Whitewater ordered the two following assassins to murder Contagious and her brother Jupiter. They only assassinated one though. Before Whitewater had a change of plans and wanted to raise the two kittens as his own because he was homosexual, and couldn't have kits with his mate Fallen. Whitewater was overwhelmed when he came into the cave and tried to order off the murder of his niece and nephew. He was there just in time; because they were just about to kill Contagious. Whitewater tortured both of the assassins, until death. The tom then began his life, training Contagious to become the best assassin in the family ever. Even better than the legendary Brokenshadow, her father. Whitewater succeeded this objective, until his organization of assassins was discovered. He knew that his family and the other families that followed him would all be murdered someday. From people who yearned for revenge upon the assassins. He demanded that all assassin families must protect the main family, which happened to be his, obviously. So the three following families did as they were told and protected his family, until death. He led eight of his assassins to the meadow, ordering them to protect this area at all cost. Only to be out numbered by ten warriors. It's unknown as to who these warriors were or what clan they belonged to because when the battle ended, every single assassin was murdered. The battle consisted of twenty deaths, leaving only eight warriors alive to fight against the four assassins in the leading family. The assassins were outnumbered and defeated on that day. Only Contagious remained, who had been knocked out of reality and put on a little, floating raft that had led her to EarthClan's territory. The EarthClan cats took her in as an adolescent. She trained hard as a EarthClan apprentice for about a moon and then was named Contagiouswind.
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MEDICINE
CAT
frozensunrise
Played by secretkit
A curt white-grey speckled tom with icy, cold blue eyes. There is really nothing that makes him happy, but he seems to enjoy rolling around in freshly cut grass. Was once a kitty-pet, and hated every moment of it, and so took his chance to escape while his twolegs were on a trip. His name as a kitty-pet was Cole, but he changed it the moment he became a warrior of EarthClan. Isn't normally one to show emotion, but his eyes are known for showing it before he physically does. Dark, rather evil in some ways, yet is eternally loyal to EarthClan. Hates the rain, and can't stand snow because it gets caught in his pelt. Has one twisted paw due to a monster accident as a kit, and so is afraid of sudden noises.
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Russianroulette { theoretically.
Take a deep breath - calm yourself. If you play, you play for keeps - take a gun, and count to three. I'm sweating now, moving slow - no time to think, my turn to go. Secretive and clandestine, Russianroulette prefers to be active in the early morning or late evening, when most other felines are not awake. He rarely speaks, but when he does, his words are serious and wise. This tom is not one to start fights - he is one to finish them. Despite this, he doesn't take jokes well, and tends to hold grudges. You can see my heart beating through my chest, and I'm terrified, but I'm not leaving - I know that I must past this test, so just pull the trigger and sat a prayer to yourself. His somber and solemn personality is matched with an equally bleak and melancholy appearance. His tall and immense frame is bathed in a thick blue-grey tabby pelt, and his chest retains a snowy white blaze. However, what sets him aside the most are his brilliant orbs. A luminous golden color that shines even in the darkness of the night, it is not unlike his ambrosial heart of gold. As my life flashes before my eyes, I wonder if I will ever see another sunrise - so many won't get the chance to say goodbye, but it's too late to pick up the value of my life.
Raspberryrun { .:FantasyRose:.
She's bitter, yet she's also sweet. So what do you call someone who's both? Perhaps bittersweet? Raspberryrun can be your best friend, or your worst nightmare, you decide. Her fur is a ruby red, frosty white stripes cascading down her pelt like a thinning waterfall. Her eyes are a vibrant green, vivid grey flecks swirling in the mists of them. Often hyper and rambunctious, Raspberryrun is always on the go. She is an expert huntress, long, slender limbs making her an agile she-cat. Her fighting skills aren't that bad either, despite her small size. Raspberryrun seems to always keep every cat on their paws, even when all seems lost. She believes hard work is the best strategy, and so far, she hasn't been wrong. She has never been highly fond of the male species, but that doesn't mean that she will never find love. Time has a funny way of changing things. Always the optimist, Raspberryrun seems to always try to place a smile on her clanmate's muzzle. Although slightly feisty and impatient, she does her best to obey orders, unless she believes there is a better way to deal with the situation. Raspberryrun is probably the most loyal cat you could ever meet, next to her leader. She will do anything and everything in her willpower to make sure the clan is happy, safe, and thriving, even if that means she has to bend backwards for them. The pretty she-cat can argue sometimes, but overall tries to avoid conflict unless necessary. So, can a cat be both bitter and sweet at the same time? Take a look at Raspberryrun sometime... Because I think she can prove that theory.
Leopardspirit { *Jaypaw*
Leopardspirit is a short-haired, silver spotted tabby she-cat with amber eyes. Leopardspirit is rambunctious and full of curiosity. She likes to appear brave and tough in front of her siblings. On the inside, and outside she's rambunctious, strong, brave, and tends to starts fights.Her name comes from her marking’s uncanny resemblance to the mighty leopard, speckled all across her silver pelt. She has no mate,but she wants one greatly, and she wants kits. She has a lot of scars from the battle when she fought like a TigerClan warrior. She is a great hunter and fighter, with her long leg's and strong haunches. She is able to jump from the ground to the first branch. She is very fast with her long leg's, all of her ancestry was strong and fast. Don't underestimate, this lithe she-cat with a bad temper. She is sweet and nice, to all kit's
Venusfrost { *Jaypaw*
Venusfrost is a handsome golden tom with darker golden circles , with moss-green eyes. Venusfrost is a funny, energetic tom with a problem of goofing off too much. He would rather be having mock fights than hunting or patrolling. He is hardly ever really serious. He can try and act like he is but his slippery mouth always gives him away. Although he really does have small ears, his sense are sharp, he can detect the slightest sounds in a quiet camp.Venusfrost was found wondering around in EarthClan territory. He doesn’t remember much before that. He has a vague image of what might have been his brother, but he cannot be sure. All he knew when they found him was that his name was Venus then given the name Venusfrost. He is almost positive that he dreams about his past life, but when he wakes up he can never remember. It leaves a lingering taste in his mouth like he had just eaten stale prey. Try as he might he cannot bring back any sense of what had happened to him. His life is as big a mystery to himself as it is to others. He has a brother, Blue the rogue, but he doesn’t know it and if he had a mate, he doesn’t anymore. He likes the small kit known as Planetkit he Venusfrost likes to play with the dark kit, because he knows he's shy.
Hauntedsavior { theoretically.
If I had to, I would put myself right beside you, so let me ask - would you like that? And I don't mind, if you say this love is the last time, so now I'll ask - do you like that? Quiet, aloof, and distant. Hauntedsavior has always put a brick wall - metaphorically speaking - between himself and his beloved EarthClan. He does indeed love his clan with all of his heart - but he's not sure if his Clan loves him back. Because, despite being son of Delusionalstar and Unwastedcourage, two of the most respected cats in EarthClan, he's a freak. He tries his best to be put in a position that ensures that he will be doing something productive and good for the Clan, yet keeps him away from his Clanmates. Something's getting in my way - something's just about to break, I will try to find my place - so tell me how it should be - as I burn another page, as I look the other way; I still try to find my place. Try to find out what makes you tick, as I lie down sore and sick - do you like that? Hauntedsavior's a handsome tom - anyone can agree with that statement. His frame is a muscular, athletic one, and covering it is a fine stretch of swirled dark ebony and snowy white. His eyes are an attractive baby blue - well, only one of them. His right eye is a blurry, misty color - so much like fog, yet not quite. That's because he's blind in that eye, and it's not just that. He's also deaf in his right ear, due to the fact that Delusionalstar was attacked by poisonous fire ants before giving birth to her kits. But he's not mad at his mother - no, he could never feel that way. He's simply mad at fate. Desperate, I crawl, waiting for so long. No love, there is no love; die for anyone - what have I become?
Burstingrainbow { beauty♥undefined
A calico she-cat with bright green eyes, Burstingrainbow is always in a good mood, it takes a lot to bring her down. She cares deeply about everyone she meets and she is very sweet and helpful, she is always trying to make new friends and loves to talk to other cats and get to know them. She is very open and she trusts almost anyone, but sometimes that isn't a good thing.. she almost trusts others too much. She holds nothing back and she isn't afraid of being herself. If you don't like her it might upset her for a little while but she will soon forget about it and return to being her normal, happy self. The only thing that truly upsets her is death, it's the only thing that can make her sad really. She is one of the youngest Warriors and sometimes she behaves like an apprentice but she knows when it's time to be serious. She is just a very care-free she-cat. She has no known family but she doesn't really think of family often. The clan is her family now and she feels like she belongs in EarthClan, she is loyal and would do everything in her power to keep her clan safe.
Spellbind { Secretkit
Like the autumn leaves that fall to the earth during their season, this beautiful she-cat's pelt is of a golden brown hue, shining reddish and vermillion when she steps into the sunshine. Her eyes however, are the perfect epitome of spring green shades, flickering with light and warmth like the summer sun. Three of the seasons are resembled and displayed by this young she-cat's looks, but the last and coldest of all, lies deep within her heart, and can be shown once in a while when she displays her darker attitude. Normally kindhearted and friendly, she can often be wintry and frosty, without happiness for long periods of time. Spellbind's loving nature when she is in a good mood, binds other cats to her in friendship, which can be a good thing, but can also be a bad thing. She can charm others when she wants to, and repel them when she feels like it. Lithe, tall and skinny with a long tail, she is a very fast runner, and always has sharp claws at the ready in case of attack. Truly loyal to EarthClan to the end, she will never give up on her dreams to be the best warrior she can be, and will always strive for perfection.
Saturnwhisper { *Jaypaw*
Saturnwhisper is a handsome Golden Bengal , with orange eyes. Saturnwhisper is a funny, energetic tom with a problem of working too much. He would rather be defending his clan, hunting and patrol then goofing around. He is always really serious. His senses are sharp, he can detect the slightest sounds in a quiet camp.Saturnwhisper was found wondering around in EarthClan territory. He used to live in the mountain's. He is part EarthClan that's why he came here. Saturnwhisper has the small frame of a hunter but, is an excellent fighter.He can leap from branch to branch in the territory without even touching the forest floor. When the sun touches his pelt he seems to glow, but when the moon touches his pelt it makes the black spot's glow too. Everyone in his family thought he was a gift from the ancestors for he looked like one of the ancient big cats. He communicates with everyone and stick's up for his clanmates and he tries to stop fights between clanmate between clanmate. He had a kit named Planet and a mate Moon. she died from the claw's of a wolf. After she died Planet disappeared and Saturnwhisper never saw him afterwards so he left , when he got to EarthClan he found his kit again, he joined EarthClan and was given the name Saturnwhisper. He hasn't forgotten Moon but, he would like another mate and more kits.
Bramblemask { LeeCarrMajor
Bramblemask stands proudly as he brings in the prey he hunted. The sun reflects the brownish markings on his face that look like brambles on his icy pelt. He green eyes cower behind the protecting twine. Bramblemask is a loyal, yet hot headed tom cat. He will fight for his clan no matter the circumstances. As a kit he was adventurous and hyper, giving his mother trouble along with keeping grins on the warriors. Bramblemask one day hopes to be resting in StarClan with a mate, watching EarthClan and his kits grew into brave souls. Of course, he hopes this life is a ways away.
Rainsong { song.oғ.тнe.pнoenιх♫
A light in the darkness, a voice in the silence. A song in the midst of a rainstorm. Rainsong is that glimmer of hope you never knew you had. That persistent whisper urging you onward, and upward. She is the most optimistic, upbeat cat you have ever met. She can find the bright side of every shadowy situation, and the silver lining of every storm cloud. She is the bright moon lighting the way during the dark night, and the brave marathon runner continuing on when all others have fallen prey to failure and despair. She was always there to offer support and encouragement to her friends. Until she had to face her own demons. Rainsong was great once. She was one of the most powerful cats in all the clans, for she was the leader of Earthclan. Success did not come easily. Rainsong was born, the single kit of two loner parents, during a terrible storm. Both her father and her mother died protecting her from the winds and rains. When she was just a couple of days old, she wandered out of her family's empty nest, crawling helplessly through the woods. Starclan must have been on her side, for she soon found a loner living in the forest. This cat took the young kit in, raising her from just a couple of days to many moons old, and naming her Rainsong. Unfortulately, just a few days after Rainsong turned 4 moons the loner was killed by a badger. Rainsong was again on her own. She wandered the land some more and met up with a pack of wolves in the northern forests. Luckily for her, they took her in and taught her to hunt and fight: always fierce, always cunning, always unpredictable. Rainsong knew her destiny was not as a wolf, though, so when she was almost a year old she left the pack and lived as a loner. She discovered her talent with music and became something of a bard, traveling the land, and singing stories to different groups of cats. She eventually found her way to the Earthclan, and knew at once it was her heart's home. There she made her way through the ranks to be leader. Rainsong had finally made it! She had risen up like a phoenix from her difficult childhood and spread her glorious wings wide. She had everything a cat could want: friends, fame, fortune, even a charming mate named Illusionwish.Then Rainsong's life started to fall apart again. She found out she was pregnant with Illusionwish's kits, and didn't know what to do. Earthclan fell on hard times, and Rainsong felt she was responsible. She thought she was failing her clan. So she ran away into the woods to be a loner again. Rainsong gave birth in due time to 5 healthy kits. There was Darkeningkit, Dawnkit, Moonkit, Breezekit, and Illusionkit -- named after her lost mate. Rainsong loved her kits dearly and cared for them as best she could, but it was difficult for her as a single mother. When the kits were two moons old, Rainsong fell ill. She had caught some kind of bacterial infection from bad fresh-kill and her milk ran dry. Soon both Rainsong and the kits were starving and weak.One evening as she awoke from a nap, Rainsong realized that Darkeningkit, the oldest and strongest kit, had left her. Frantic, she began a search. Finally she and Earthclan found each other, and just in time. Rainsong and her kits were all on the brink of death. Turns out, Darkeningkit had purposefully sought out Earthclan, in the hopes that they would give medical assistance to his family, and hopefully a new, and more secure home. Darkeningkit had saved the lives of all of his family members. Rainsong wasn't sure how to feel about being back in Earthclan. She was still rather sheepish and ashamed of herself, and didn't feel like she quite belonged. On the other hand, this was her /clan/, the place that she loved! How could she not belong? Whether she liked it or now, however, she was here to stay. Once Rainsong was back in good health, her true personality shone through. She is one of the most selfless, compassionate cats Earthclan has had the pleasure of meeting. She is always upbeat, cheerful, and hopeful, even when times look bleak. She is a terrific hunter and fighter, but more than that, she is very wise and clever, and good at making decisions and solving problems. She is very brave in battle and loyal to her family and her clan. She sometimes feels socially awkward and shy, and isn't completely comfortable being back in Earthclan, but it is all getting better with time.
Harmonywhisper { song.oғ.тнe.pнoenιх♫
Out of the ashes of her past, a young phoenix, a beautiful swan, a late blossom has bloomed. Her fur has transformed somehow from dull mouse-brown to a rich dappled assortment, caramels and chocolates, tan and brown and dark amber and black and gray. Her belly and paws are white. Her eyes are sky blue, traced with black, like eyeliner, making her eyes stand out. Her nose and ears are dark pink. Her eyelashes are dark and lush, and her whiskers are long and white. She was not always so beautiful, though. For her whole childhood, Harmonywhisper was the outcast, the overshadowed one. Her sister, Melodyglow, was beautiful and talented and all that. Harmonywhisper was not especially pretty and not especially good at hunting or fighting either. But she was a hard worker, she wanted to improve. And she was kind. Melodyglow was snobbish, conceited, demeaning, vain. Harmonywhisper, on the other hand, was about the sweetest cat you’ll ever meet. Only one other cat saw this in her, though. Timbercrest. Another lost romantic, another dreamer, another who looked beyond appearances and saw the true heart and soul of a cat. From their first glance, their first brush of fur, Harmonywhisper and Timbercrest fell in love. Truly, wholly, irrevocably in love. Neither of them even glanced at another cat, for they were too busy gazing romantically into each other’s eyes. Timbercrest was slightly older than Harmonywhisper and he became an apprentice first. Harmonywhisper missed seeing him every morning and evening in the nursery, and playing with him all day long. But when Harmonywhisper became an apprentice and Timbercrest became a warrior, he was assigned as her mentor. Both lovebirds were overjoyed. Finally they had an excuse to see each other practically every second of every day. They said they were training together, or practicing battle moves, but more often they would just take walks together through the woods. They would swim together in the river, hunt together, just lie in the grass and be together, feeling each other’s presence; hearts, minds, souls, and bodies together forever. Harmonywhisper became a warrior and almost immediately declared that she and Timbercrest were mates.Their first kits, however, were not actually their own. Timbercrest’s sister, Applewish, had a litter of kits, but she died when they were still very young. Timbercrest and Harmonywhisper were, of course, devastated, but they agreed to take in the kits. The young couple raised the kits as if they were their own. During this foster-parenthood, Harmonywhisper became pregnant.However, there was trouble. Oh yes, there was always trouble waiting farther down the road. Melodyglow, Harmonywhisper’s sister, was jealous of her. She envied her stable life and family, loving mate, and soon-to-be-kits. Melodyglow took action. She attacked Harmonywhisper one day when the sisters were hunting together in the woods, early on in the pregnancy. Melodyglow scratched up her sister until she fell unconscious, and then fled. Harmonywhisper miscarried because of the skirmish. Soon, the young she-cat, thought to be dead, was dragged away by a wolf fetching food for his family. He lost interest in her after a few miles and left her in the snow.Harmonywhisper woke up and had no idea where she was, or what had even happened to her. She spent almost two months wandering the land before she found her way back to Earthclan, hoping her mate, Timbercrest, would still be there for her. Meanwhile, Melodyglow, after nearly killing her own sister, had gotten lost in the woods, and eventually caught greencough and died. Timbercrest knew only that his mate had disappeared without explanation and went into complete depression. He even left the clan, because he couldn’t bear to stay in it without his beloved Harmonywhisper. When Harmonywhisper returned to Earthclan, everything was different. Including her. Despite Harmonywhisper’s childhood and long months of lonership, she had blossomed into a smart, beautiful, talented she-cat. However, her experience had hardened her. She had lost her innocence, her naive charm. She was not as sweet and selfless. She had learned the ways of the wild the hard way. No longer did she admire the butterflies or lie peacefully and stargaze. She was constantly on the alert, looking out for herself. This is both a good and bad change. She is definitely less air-headed and better at taking care of herself. However, much of her sweet nature is gone. She has become a skilled hunter and fighter; in fact she was forced to by her experiences in the wild. She is still a quick learner, and very hardworking. She is very determined when she has a job she needs to do. Right now she needs to find home, and find Timbercrest. Will her compassion return with her mate? Who knows? All that matters for her right now is being reunited with him.
Apprentice } Planetpaw
Briarheart { song.oғ.тнe.pнoenιх♫
As guarded as a forest clearing surrounded by a dense wall of briars and thorns. This she-cat keeps her heart well-protected. She is slow to trust and rarely lets anybody in. In fact, the only cat who really knows her is her sister, Simplewish. Part of this is because she is naturally introverted, but part is from experience. Briarheart was born to Applewish, a kind and popular Earthclan warrior. Her uncle is Timbercrest, and he raised her most of her life after Applewish’s death. Timbercrest and his mate, Harmonywhisper, were like a second set of parents to Briarheart for most of her kithood and apprenticeship. Then Harmonywhisper also vanished, when Briarheart was almost a warrior. Simplewish’s disappearance, the third loss she had of a family member, almost drove Briarheart over the edge. She felt alone and helpless, and thought she couldn’t survive without her sister, mother, and aunt. Timbercrest wasn’t much help, for he was also mourning the loss of his mate. This is why Briarheart is so shy and untrusting. She’s afraid. She thinks that if she lets anybody get close to her, she will grow too fond of them, but they will only leave her in the end. Briarheart is, truthfully, a very kind and sweet she-cat. She is very caring and compassionate, and has a lot of empathy for others. Despite her tragic past, she doesn’t let it get her down, and is usually cheerful and hopeful. She is a tremendously loyal and devoted friend and will sacrifice anything for those she loves. Too bad that very few cats get to see this side of her, however. They just see that shy she-cat who stands at the edge of the camp, not quite out of the clan, not quite a part of it either. She hunts occasionally and you smell her scent on the bushes, know her name, but don’t know her. Briarheart is reasonably intelligent and decent at hunting and fighting, but isn’t remarkably good at either. She has learned how to blend into the crowd, so that others don’t notice her much, and she won’t have to get to know them and open up to them either. She has a very strong connection with Starclan, and often has dreams from them, though she never knows what they’re about. She has a good, solid build. Her legs are long but not abnormally so. She isn’t especially thin and slender, but is certainly not fat. Her fur is a motley blend of tan, white, and brown, and sticks out in places, as if she just pulled it through a briar bush. It is always fluffy, clean, and soft, though. Her eyes are a gentle amber-brown. Her nose and paw pads are light pink. Her ears and tail are tipped with small tufts of chocolaty-brown fur, like a lynx. Briarheart is actually very pretty, but every tom so far who has tried to get to know her has gotten pushed away. Will she ever make any true friends? Only Starclan knows.
Brokenflash { theoretically.
I can't tell you what it really is - I can only tell you what it feels like it - and right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe. I can't breathe it, but I still fight while I can fight. Twisted, tainted, and corrupted. Brokenflash is messed up - he can't trust and he's untrustworthy too. He met life in one big piece, and that pretty much screwed up all the potential he had. As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight. High off of love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffing paint, and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate - and right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me. She hates me, and I love it. But Brokenflash doesn't look crooked. No, not at all. The dark brown tabby fur that stretches luxuriously over his muscular frame is short, yet dense. His eyes are a hazel color, with his right eye fired with dark amber and brassy red-orange. I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again - I guess I don't know my strength. I know I'm a liar - if she ever tries to leave again, I'm-a tie her to the bed and set the house on fire.
Brittlereed { theoretically.
You were always hard to hold, so, letting go ain't easy - I'm hanging on, but growing cold, while my mind is leaving. Talk is cheap - give me a word you can keep. Despite the fact that Brittlereed suffers from osteoporosis, a disease that has weakened his bones and increased his risk of bone fracture, he is unbelievably determined and stubborn to live an actual life. Although he is an extremely frail and fragile, he does have the energy of a kit - but also the wisdom of an elder. He dislikes receiving pity - he hates it, to be honest. 'Cause you're halfway gone, and I'm on my way - I'm feeling this way, I'm halfway in, but don't take too long, 'cause I'm halfway gone. You got one foot out the door, and choking on the other - always think there's something more . . . it's just around the corner. But you couldn't tell that Brittlereed is afflicted with osteoporosis - no, not at all. Appearance wise, Brittlereed is quite handsome. His frame is muscular, despite his disease, and it is covered in a pelt of light brown tabby fur, which is soft and plushy. Yet, what stands out the most are his eyes - a brilliant sky blue with hardly visible streaks of snowy white. If you want me out, then I'm on my way.
Cherryfire { xxsunlight
To keep up with this she~cat is an enormous task. She's full of energy and loves to talk, play, fight, hunt, climb, race, or do anything but nap. She is often unable to sit still, and can pace while she talks. She's bubbly and happy unless you insult her or her friends. She is rarely upset, and doesn't care what others think of her. She has ginger red fur, and big blue eyes, and is undeniably cute, but not poised enough to be considered beautiful. Cherryfire isn't picky about anything, and accepts everyone for who they are. She's someone who you want to know because they're fun and kind, but you don't want to get off on the wrong foot with her.
Delilah { .:FantasyRose:.
Hey there Delilah what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true. Her beauty surpasses some cats, fur a silky ebony with soft tides of white ripples that lace throughout her coat. She beholds eyes of a silver sheen, unusual depths reflecting kindness and affection. Not only is she radiant on the exterior, but also on the inside, baring a pure heart as they say. Her name is Delilah, and her title certainly suits her well. Though it is obvious that the young, ravishing she-cat isn't lacking in prettiness, her self-confidence is at very low standards, her mind genuinely made up that she isn't good enough. She considers her life a mistake, screwup, and something that was never meant to be- having a trivial past to prove it. Hey there Delilah don't you worry about the distance, I'm right there if you get lonely give this song another listen. Close your eyes, listen to my voice it's my disguise. I'm by your side. Born from two loners in uncharted lands, she was abandoned at a very juvenile age, left to fend for herself in a world of predators. It wasn't until an elderly kittypet named, Dusky, took Delilah under her wing- even when the black she-cat refused to become a house pet. She would often visit Dusky, learning a few things here and there, which ultimately helped her survive on her own. Moons later, the old kittypet died, leaving Delilah alone once more. As an adult, Delilah roams from territory to territory, trying to live out each day to its full potential. Despite her being chased out at times, the she-cat doesn't lose hope, because then everything that her adopted guardian taught her would be a waste- deemed useless. Hey there Delilah, I know times are getting hard, but just believe me girl, someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar. We'll have it good, we'll have the life we knew we would. My word is good. Her love experiences haven't been the best, considering she had three mates in her past as a loner. They were all so different-yet they all had one thing on common. They were liars, tricking her with their deceitful smiles and promises. Never before had she felt so betrayed, and even more stupid for falling for love again and again- even after she paid her dues for those sins. The toms wore her down, taking that minuscule strand of confidence and shattering it into nothing more than self-pity. Hey there Delilah, I've got so much left to say. If every simple song I wrote to you, would take your breath away, I'd write it all. Even more in love with me you'd fall. We'd have it all. It wasn't until she wandered into Earthclan terrain, expecting nothing out of the ordinary when she met him. The cat that changed her life. At first she was hesitant, unsure if she should trust again, but he seemed different- and that he was. His name was Russianroulette. That tom carved his name gingerly into her heart, forever a tattoo there. A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got plains, and trains, and cars. I'd walk to you if I had no other way. Our friends would all make fun of us, and we'll just laugh along, because we know. None of them have felt this way. She fell for Russianroulette instantly, an arrow pierced through her beat-skipping heart. It was him who had asked her to stay in Earthclan with him- and Delilah accepted, trusting another yet again. Delilah I can promise you that by the time that we get through. The world will never ever be the same. And you're to blame. Delilah has a very sweet personality, always the one to try to cheer you up. Despite her sometimes pessimistic ways, she sincerely strives to be happy, and depends on others to help her through the rough patches of her twisted life. Hey there Delilah, you be good and don't you miss me. Two more years and you'll be done with school, and I'll be making history like I do. Now she resides in Earthclan, making a life for herself that never got the opportunity to blossom into more. You'll know it's all because of you. We can do whatever we want to. Hey there Delilah here's to you. This one's for you. Oh, it's what you do to me...
Egyptianpharaoh { theoretically.
I've lived with false hopes too long. Although Egyptianpharaoh may not seem like it, he's very fragile and insecure. He's incapable of trusting anyone, partially from his past, and partially from personal reasons. For the most part, though, Egyptianpharaoh manages to have some blind faith in his Clanmates. He is typically seen as a somewhat withdrawn male who is very altruistic towards kittens and interesting to be around when it comes to be both warriors and apprentices - after all, because this tom is very cosmopolitan, and not originally a Clan cat, he has many stories to tell. I can't let you handle my faulty heart. Egyptianpharaoh is quite handsome. He has an angular, yet muscular, frame that appears to be especially brawny by his thick, plushy dark brown tabby fur. However, what makes Egyptianpharaoh's appearance particularly bewitching is his eyes. They retain a perfect almond shape, and are filled with the purest, most enchanting honey golden color. Sometimes, it takes us a while to appreciate something new, something that might change us for the better.
Jackalfang { Simbadog
With a bit of a hero personality, Jackalfang can be a bit extravagant. But that may also be because he's extremely protective of his Clanmates. Since the fawn-colored tom never knew his parents, it doesn't matter to him how different he is from other warriors. They're his family now, and that's all he cares about. With long ears and green eyes, this tom is sharp and is one of the best hunters in the Clan. But watch out - when it comes to protecting his friends, he can be a formidable fighter as well. Underneath his seemingly distant personality, a sweet and kind cat lies within. For now, his heart is too fragile to easily love someone, but he longs to have a family someday.
Forsakensoul { song.oғ.тнe.pнoenιх♫
{ No light, no light, in your bright blue eyes. I never knew daylight could be so violent. } Forsakensoul has had a tough life, let’s be honest here. She was born in a twoleg place known as a “pet shop.” At a very young age, she was adopted by a young, reckless couple, setting out to build a life together. They bought an apartment and kept their kitten, then known as Marshmallow (for her white fur patched with black and brown), as a kittypet. However, they were young and really had no idea what kind of responsibility they were taking on. A little less than a year later, when Marshmallow had almost reached maturity, the couple started to split. Just before they moved apart and continued on their separate paths, they were trying to decide what to do with little Marshmallow. So they simply abandoned her. Left her on the side of the road in a cardboard box. Drove away and never looked back. What was Marshmallow supposed to do? She had never learned to hunt or fight. She had no idea how to survive in the wild. All she had were her instincts. Marshmallow’s incessant mewling, whimpering, and crying attracted the attentions of a local band of rogues. Fortunately they did not kill her, and even took her in, renaming her Forsaken because of her rejection at the edge of the forest. Yet the rogues were far from kind to her. If she was to be useful to them, she had to be stronger, faster, and smarter than every other creature in the woods. And if they were going to change her from a soft kittypet to a fierce rogue, they were going to whip it into her. Forsaken trained with the other rogues her age, and was not given any exceptions because of her newness to the group. She had to wrestle with the others, and race with them, and hunt with them. If she hurt herself, or got tired, or felt sore, well too bad. She had to suck it up and continue through the pain. This experience toughened Forsaken, and taught her that life wasn’t fair. Many moons Forsaken toiled for the rogue group, growing stronger every day. When she turned 18 moons, she made her escape, sneaking out of the camp in the dead of night, and running and running until her lungs could take it no more. She curled up in a hollow log and fell fast asleep. After a long, deep rest, Forsaken woke to a bright and cheery morning, yet her heart felt no lighter. It was as if a bit of her died on that fateful day, when she was left outside in a cardboard box, and the rotted spot only spread during her time as a rogue. Forsaken met the clans, and consented to join them, changing her name to Forsakensoul, but something still seems off with her. On the outside, she functions normally: Waking up, patrolling the territory, napping in the sun, hunting for prey, and finally returning to her nest. But if you really look at her, you can tell: she acts as though in a daze. She rarely speaks to other cats, and often you can catch her just staring off into the distance, a tortured look in her eyes. It is as if Forsakensoul has lost her ability to love. She will remain loyal to her clan, but only because they help feed her and protect her, and she would rather live with them than alone. She just doesn’t connect to others normally anymore. She is… insensitive to their pains and wants. She knows it, sure, she can tell when a cat is miserable, fearful, or happy, she just doesn’t concern herself with this knowledge at all. Forsakensoul has silky white fur, with brown and black patches on her back, head, and tail, like the charred bits of a toasted marshmallow. Her build is fairly thick and muscular, but she is skinny – as if she doesn’t eat quite enough. Her nose and ears are a soft coral-pink. Her eyes are bright blue, but inside them is a darkness, a hopelessness, that makes you wonder if she is in constant agony from memories of her past. { A revelation in the light of day, you can’t choose what stays and what fades away… }
Rainbowdash { Paranormalseduction
A flash of gray and white flies by you. Ok, maybe not flies, but its definitely fast. And who is it? Well, none other than the epic, Rainbowdash. She's a white she cat with gray splatters all over her body, similar to cheetah spots. But with her plain fur, there is a magic in her eyes. They change color according to her mood, but usually are a stationary hazel color, mixed in with the hues of her mood, like red, orange, blue, yellow, and ect.. But perhaps its her lean build that makes her a little more beautiful that most other cats. Or the neck fur that is much like a cheetahs, fluffy and spiked up a little. Even on the crown of her head is a bit of spiky fur. She has a wonderful smile, and an always determined look on her face. Rainbowdash is one of those cats where she is always... bragging. She likes to talk about her success in life, and of course if she messes up, she always gives an excuse as to why she didn't do so well. Most of the time she is reasonably nice to others, though her compliments towards others usually always are comparisons to herself. Considering the fact she's a little annoying, she always is very happy and has to be moving. Her favorite thing is running. She is perhaps one of the fastest cats in the forest. And she loves being up high as well. But her one weakness is that she can be a little stupid with her decisions. As a clan cat, Rainbowdash loves to help out of her clan mates. Borrowing glory happens to be one of her hobbies if she's to lazy to go out and do her own thing. But oh well. Hopefully Rainbowdash will learn to be a little more compassionate and smart.
Spitfire { Paranormalseduction
A bolt of lightning strikes. And you're toast. A light, bright orangey yellow she cat stands before her, orange streaks highlighting her fur. The fur on top her head is spiky, going down her neck. She has a fluffy tail. And with alluring, bright amber eyes, she is a sight to see. This is Spitfire. Her amazingly fast speed is something to be admired. Though she isn't really a show off either. She loves to race and show her talent without being a snob about it. Modesty is something to be valued. However, she states her talents with pride. Spitfire is a very friendly cat, she welcomes everyone to be around her. But sometimes she gets distracted into many conversations at once. Spitfire is very loyal to her friends. That is plan to see. She sticks with them until the end. Her bravery is another thing of value. She'll take on the most difficult foe without fear. She is highly intelligent to. Match her skills, looks, and silky voice together and you get maybe one of the most attractive, amazing cats in the forest. Don't let that get to your head though.
Littlebear { stuck-in-reverse
You wouldn't portray Littlebear as being particularly strong, powerful, or overly muscular; nor petite, or long-legged and agile. Instead, her figure is that of an average feline's. The only way in which she really differs from the norm is in the fact that she has six toes on each paw. The official term is polydactyl - and overall, she lucked out that she wasn't born a complete genetic freak. Her build is light-framed, and further emphasized by her short fur. Speaking of her fur, her coat starts off with a cream base that travels down all four of her legs, and to the very base of her tail. From there, her fur is hued a dark brown - this color also dominates her ears and the left side of her face, along with circling around both of her eyes. The texture of her coat is both luscious and rough at the same time. If anything, Littlebear is debonair. Affable, genial, suave - you would be hard-pressed to find anything wrong with this she-cat's manners. At the same time, Littlebear is most obviously determined to live life to the fullest. With her electric blue eyes always filled with mischievousness, and her lips always quirked in a post-grin, this EarthClan warrior is much fun to be around. That's not to say she's one those who has little to no respect for authority, or disregards rules. It's quite the opposite. While she's a lover of fun and even could be denoted a taker of risks, she's not one to get in trouble. When she was an apprentice, she was an obedient, 'may-I-help-you' cat. Even as she's aged, she hasn't changed much. She holds much respect for other's feelings, and though easily offended, finds it hard to hurt others both physically and mentally.
Toystar // soldier { theoretically.
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left. We all fall down, like toy soldiers. Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers. All of Toysoldier's life, she's been the one whose supposed to be strong. She's supposed to be undaunted by life, courageous and full of will. I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure. Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders, I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it. I'd never drag them into battles that I can handle, unless I absolutely have to - I'm supposed to set an example. But what happens when you can't deal with the pressure? What if you can't handle the stress? That's the question Toysoldier raises - but she never points it out. She just can't. I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em, and even though the battle won, I feel like we lost it. She was supposed to keep him safe. But he couldn't make it. She barely made it out. That was never my object, for someone to get killed. Why would I want to destroy something I help build? It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good. But maybe she could have died. Maybe he would have survived. Maybe. But she can't go back into the past. Moment's gone. The future is what matters now, and Toysoldier wants to set things right. She can't let go of the past - it haunts her in a way that leaves her gasping for her breath every morning. Toysoldier sees flames every night - vibrant ones, scarlet ones, crimson ones - ones that aren't so different from her luminous pelt of ginger, but quite different from her grey eyes, which are the color of a bleak dawn on a brisk winter morning. We still have soldiers that's on the front line, that's willing to die for us, as soon as we give orders. Steadfast and loyal, Toysoldier still remains dedicated and valiant. It's always been in her. It's the one last scrap of Moment she has. I spent too much energy on it, honestly, I'm exhausted. I'm so caught in it, I almost feel I'm the one who caused it.
Thiefsmirk { stuck-in-reverse
Thiefsmirk has a complex personality, but at the same time, one of simplicity;