Fallclan Reclaims
AC 3/10 - 1/22
Meltingice
Roleplayed by song.oғ.тнe.pнoenιх♫
Picture the early spring, in a quiet woodland. Melting icicles are feeding gentle streams that trickle past young trees covered in new green buds. Baby flowers poke up through the thin, slushy snow, pinpricks of color in a white and gray world. The sun shines down on droplets from melted snow, covering the petals and leaves of the plants and flowers with glistening jewels. Imagine that this spirit of hope, and warmth, and new life could have a body. See Meltingice, and you know that you've found its body. This young, joyful she-cat has soft-as-silk fur washed white as snow. A silvery shine runs from her face and ears down her spine and up her tail, and touches her paws with its delicate sheen too, the exact color of a mountain stream. She is lean; built for speed. She positively glows with hope, confidence, and general good cheer. Her eyes are the color of the dawn, and change hues depending on her emotion. Pale blue when she's calm, deepening to a dark blue when she's upset, and glinting gold and pink when she's excited or happy - which has been rare. Meltingice has had an excessively difficult life. She was born in Fallclan to the worst bullies in the clan: Frostwing and Iciclemist. Her parents tormented her daily, and she had no friends either, due to her parents' fearful reputation. That is, except for her littermates. Her brother is Swiftstorm, and her sister is Ice. When she was still very young, the whole family moved to Venomclan so her parents' talents "could be better appreciated." Basically, they needed a place to be vicious and cruel and not get in trouble for it. Meltingice was very upset. If she thought Fallclan kits could be mean, Venomclan's kits were 100 times worse! Her family quickly fell apart; her mother was killed in a skirmish and her father died of a broken heart soon afterward. Her brother Swiftstorm escaped to Fallclan and her sister Ice basically severed all ties with her littermates. Meltingice needed a place where she could be herself, where she could make her own friends and not have her reputation damaged by her parents. She finally settled on the Tribe. After one last visit to Swiftstorm, Meltingice departed to live with the Tribe, as Ice that Melts in the Sunlight. Things went well and dandy for her - until the Tribe collapsed. Now Meltingice was at her wits end. She had nowhere left to run. So she decided to come back to the place she was born and the place she loved, though a place stained with painful memories of her past. Fallclan. Meltingice trekked back from the Tribe's territory, hoping her brother and his mate would allow her to live with them. They welcomed her with open hearts, and now, although still mildly traumatized by her past, she is doing her best to live,and maybe even love, like a normal cat. Meltingice is a shy, sweet she-cat. You would not at first glance expect her to be very dangerous; but that's where you're wrong. Although she isn't very "strong," per say, she makes up for it in her swiftness and cleverness. In a matter of seconds, before you've even had time to blink and wonder if she's about to attack, she will have devised a strategy and struck with her needle-sharp claws. She is an amazingly quick thinker and very smart. She can find a solution to any problem, and do it in just a few minutes. This is a very good skill to have in an emergency, and Meltingice is able to save many lives during floods or fires because of it. She is very kind and compassionate, if you take the time to get to know her. She has a rather fast temper, and gets irritated easily, but never holds a grudge. She is better at hunting than fighting and catches much of her prey by chasing it down. She can be rather flighty and distractible, and probably has a mild form of ADHD. This is just because she is interested in a lot of things at once, but still, she sometimes has a hard time focusing. When she does focus, though, she gets very quiet and intense and works at the problem until it is solved - which never takes long anyway. Swift of paw and swift of mind, easily angered and easily appeased: Meltingice.
Cloverwish
Roleplayed by Vulpixkit
You hear soft paw steps through the crunch brown leaved of fall clan yet the rhythm of the paw steps are....off? As you look toward the sound a 3 legged she-cat walks through the trees. She smiles and doesn't seem to notice you staring at her missing leg. Why should she? She's use to it. She was born with only 3 legs. She has a beautiful calico coat of blond, black, and white with white paws. Her huge pale leaf green eyes are bright with promise and wonder. She has a very positive outlook on life and is actually a pretty good hunter and fighter. She was born a Fallclan cat but left on a journey to find herself. She loves chasing leaves and has wonderful hearing. She always has a smile teasing the corners of her mouth.
Redemptionclaw
Roleplayed by beauty♥undefined
The father to Savagedestiny; known by many, admired by many, disliked by many. Redemptionclaw is a gray tom with two bluish-green eyes, muscles ripple beneath his pelt and it's easy to see where his son gets his size and strength from. Redemptionclaw is thoughtful but sometimes his temper gets in the way of his intelligence and it gets the better of him. Redemptionclaw is well known for his short temper, the smallest things set him off; he is like a bomb - ticking away, easy to set off, he can explode at any random moment - though he has an anger issue he is also very caring of others. Which is why he has always tried to repair his broken relationship with his son, but Savagedestiny is stubborn. Redemptionclaw knows one day that his son will grow out of his childish ways and their bond with be strong again. Savagedestiny and Redemptionclaw can clearly be identified as family; similar build, their personalities match up exactly, similar thoughts, similar opinions. Though it may be sad to say, Redemptionclaw never truely loved Savagedestiny's mother. She meant little to him but she refused to leave Redemptionclaw alone so he simply gave in, when she died of course he cried like the rest of them and was hurt but he quickly moved on and forgot about her. Redemptionclaw knows that he can love again and he knows that this time he will be able to truely love the one he calls his mate, he will not falsely love again, he will not lie about who he loves ever again. This time the love will be true and he will want to spend the rest of his life with the she-cat. Redemptionclaw always give one-hundred percent when he does something; he never holds back, never slacks off, and never gives up. This was taught to him by his father. Redemptionclaw - like his son Savagedestiny - also has a rough past, he also never knew his mother, though she wasn't killed like Savagedestiny's. His mother abandoned him, his siblings, and their father. Redemptionclaw's father was strong however, he refused to let his kits suffer right there in front of him so he created a shelter for them and everyday he would search for someone to care for them, he would search for somewhere to take them where they could have a better life than this. One day he found the place. He appeared in the Fallclan camp begging for them to take the kits and keep them safe, after a long conversation with the leader the deal was made. His father brought the litter to Fallclan - though he wanted to see his kits grow and become stronger he could not adjust to the life of a Warrior - Redemptionclaw's siblings passed on to Starclan due to various reasons. Some died in battle, others from stupid decisions, others were too weak to survive the weather. Redemptionclaw remains the last of the litter. Despite everything he is determined to be an amazing warrior to Fallclan. Until he gives his last breath, then his son will continue to be an amazing Warrior and carry on their bloodline.
Rubyheart
Roleplayed by nzanegurl
Rubyheart is a cat of fear. Fearful of StarClan, fearful of others. Her fear stems from what her mother has told her through everything. She didn't listen. And her brother was killed. Scared by memories, she trusts only her clanmates. But she never attends the gatherings. She cant be around any cat other than FallClan. Her heart beats true as a warrior as she will fight, in fear that her clan may be lost. She does believe in love. Love is her drive. Love for her mother, her clan, and herself. She is normally free spirited but can be quite stern. She loves being around kits and younger cats because she gets reminded of herself from the past. She is a tawny gray she-cat with deep amber eyes. She has a dark scar that runs across her left ear and down to her back. It is a mark that reminds her of the day she failed to save her brother.
Silentflames
Roleplayed by Slender.
A ring of fire is burning around one cat, seeming loud to that one form, but silent to the bystanders as they watched the flames close in... The cat made no sound, standing with bravery and fierceness as she was engulfed in flames, and eventually the bystanders figured the flames would die down. But they didn't. They remained burning, and the catremained as silent as the flames, even hidden amongst the orange flickers of heat. Finally a noise came from the fire, echoing through the crowd fiercely. A roar was ripped through the air, holding so much pain it seemed to send jolts of firethrough the crowd, making them stagger. A form walked from the spreading fire, seeming to burn herself with fiery orange fur. Her fur was laced with lighter orange stripes, and darker orange stripes lay beneath those, making the cat seem complex. Then her eyes... Hazel hues spread over them, stopping at her black pupils, then returning to the edge with a layer of green. Hints of orange were specked within her optics, another complicated feature of the she-cat. Silentflames was her name. Surprisingly this she-cat was not the most loyal cat. No, she was a rogue. Yet before that, before her life went completely mad and mutinous, she was a loner. Being a loner, she didn't exactly associate with other cats. Mainly she stayed in the cave she discovered as a kitten. Remaining there most of her life, nothing really messed with her. She came and went as she pleased, staying sneaky and quiet as she did so. Though nothing messed with her, dangerous animals still lurked around her home. A few times she had to hide from them, but still remained okay. Once or twice a small avalanche crumbled down, but only small parts of her cave was damaged. She managed to survive, though barely scraping by. Growing out of kithood was a difficult path for Silentflames. Having no one to look to for help was hard when you were young. But she survived alright, learning to hunt quickly. Fighting was another thing... At first she didn't give a thought about fighting, thinking she would be ok. Not the smartest thing to do. She was attacked by a small fox, and with no known way to defend herself, she had tried clawing it, but barely made a scratch. Thinking this was going to be her death, she had trembled as her attacker inched closer to her. Yet a savior had come to her rescue, lunging at the small creature with brutality. It was an older tom, almost as old as an elder. It hadn't killed the fox, but it chased it away from Silentflames, yet when he had talked to her, it seemed like she would be the last person the tom would save. Basically he acted like she was a glob of worthlessness that could do nothing. Nothing but take up space. He called himself Ace, and apparently he lead a group. Immediately she thought of help, food and shelter. Then desperate thoughts had clouded her mind, thoughts of joining his group. Of course, he didn't offer her anything, just left like he had been spit on by some disgusting being. Small whimpers of hopelessness had echoed around her as she made her way back to her cave. What else could she do? Going to sleep that night, she knew that training would be needed... And that's what she did. She trained long and hard each day, stopping every once in awhile to rest. Moons later she was a strong she-cat, almost the age of a warrior. Finally she entered the edge of trees Ace had lurked in, fierce eyes sweeping through the waving leaves with fiery anger. Yet when she finally saw him, he was weak and old... Too old for her to pay him back honorably. The only thing she did was glare at him with hatred, sinking her sharpened claws into the earth with anger. “Well, Ace, who is the worthless glob?” She had said, muscles rippling underneath her fiery pelt. His only response had been a dark smirk, before he slowly padded away. She wanted to pelt after him, to rip her claws into his flesh. Ace was crowfood, something so pathetic... Yet powerful in many ways. Silently, she followed him, watching with careful, narrowed eyes. He finally came to a rock, which confused Silentflames, until he pushed it away, revealing a deep tunnel. Ace slipped into it, and quickly she followed, making sure not to get too close to him. After a few moments, they entered a large cavern, which was filled with many cats. Many looked ruthless and maniacal, and some looked strong and contained, standing off to the side. Carefully, she attempted to creep into a hiding place, only to be caught. Unfortunately, Silentflames had no time to escape as they enclosed around her, mutinous smiles plastered on their faces. Then Ace stepped through the crowd, a grin on his face. Accusing her of spying for some other rouge group, he sent his best warrior on her, and they battled. Silentflames fought with ferocity, giving the cat deep gashes and long, jagged cuts. She also got damaged; long, yet miniscule cuts were marked along her orange pelt. Yet, a gash was below her eye, bleeding steadily. With a strong, final blow, she killed the cat. A look of shock crossed her face when the warrior's body hit the ground with a 'thump', but when she turned to Ace, his laughter started to echo throughout the cave. Slowly, he circled around Silentflames, seeming to inspect her. A questioning look was spread across her face, as well as across the many cats around the cavern. Finally, Ace offered her the position of leader once he died, since she just killed his successor. Thrill, ambition, fear, and reluctance were emotions she felt at that moment. Could she actually lead something like this? Something so maniacal and ruthless? Before she could debate, the words accepting his offer slipped from her mouth. Suddenly yowls of protest ripped through the crowd, echoing off of the rock walls. Ace, giving a deathly look, got them all to quiet down as he led her around the cave to point where things were. A nod from Silentflames was given at each location, memorizing the place while moving on to the next. Soon they came to the leader's personal cave, which was actually quite large. She looked around in approval at the den, and said nothing at the bones hidden in the corners of the cave. When night fell, and everyone was huddled in a nest, she slipped from the cavern, wanting to visit her cave for perhaps the last time. When she arrived, it was in ruins, crumbled in a pile of rocks. Desperately, she tore through the small rocks until she found what she was looking for. Her mother's collar, which she had hidden away in a crevice. It was torn, and dusty from the rocks. She wanted to cry. To lift her head and yowl at the supposed ancestors in the skies. But she didn't, just tried to put the damaged collar on. Slowly, she found her way back to the cavern, a hard look on her face and the collar around her neck. As she fell asleep that night, a star shone brightly in the sky, though she wasnt aware of it. The next day she was stronger, repaired from last night's discoveries. And she rejoiced when Ace was found dead in his cave. Now it was her turn... Her turn to pay back the cruel world. That's what she did. No matter how slow it was, she would do it. She started planning when Ace was found dead, thinking everything through. First she would attack the surrounding rouge groups, where she collected the strongest ones to fight with them, like it or not. They won victory after victory, slaying anyone or anything that crossed them. Many died, but many stronger cats were replacing them, making her group stronger. Finally she came to the edge of snowy mountains, we're one clan of rouges and loners stayed outside of the snow. They attacked them without much strategy, soon losing many cats to the powerful group. After awhile few were left, and now she looked panicked as the other clan surrounded her, planning on killing her mercilessly... As they readied themselves to pounce, twolegs flooded the clearing, some of them screaming and running from the dead cats' bodies, while some stayed. A cruel, wicked twoleg dropped a fiery stick, lighting the clearing before running off, leaving the cats to burn... Many of the rouges burned, some escaped, and some stayed outside of the flames as they watched the fire close in on Silentflames. That is how she got in the terrible position. How her pain-filled cries were so agonized. Some think she just avoided the flames and found a way out without being harmed, while others think she is some goddess that is invincible, or fireproof. But she is not invincible, nor a goddess. Actually she just managed to escape, and she left without a word, leaving the remaining cats astounded at the current happenings. They simply watched as she slipped through the snowy mountains, remaining seen by her fiery pelt. She didn't look back. She didn't dare look back at the carnage she had done, just pushed forward towards any shelter she could find, reminding herself of the once desperate kitten she had been. Finally she found cats... Though they were hidden amongst cold snow. But it seemed at home to her there, in the cave they lived in. That was, until she lost the interest in the snowy landscape and the chilly cats' personalities. Her leave was silent and tranquil, forgotten about rather easily. But another beginning will start amongst another clan of cats. One much more different yet the same in many ways. FallClan. So maybe she can push back the past; lock it away in a cage while she lives in the current. But that will never ease the burning pain that will always reside within her stony heart as she finds her rightful place in the cruel world.
Rushingtopaz
Roleplayed by Color-Me-Blue(:
It was only a dream. This phrase is told by comforting mothers to the crying kits as they jolt awake from a nightmare. Older cats tell themselves this same phrase when they awake from a nightmare, too. There is also a saying of forgive and forget. This is impossible in some situations. When taken away from loved ones, it's hard to forget. It's hard to forget the sleepless nights, the cold sweat chilling your bones, the sickness felt stirring in your stomach... the sound of dogs tearing apart your family. Rushingtopaz experienced this. He did
what he had to; he lived. His mother, Topazdream, told him as a young kit to always prove the doubtful ones wrong;to always show you are stronger than what they make you out to me. He was told to make his father, Buzzardcall, proud. To always stick up for his siblings, Adderpaw and Milkpaw. The one thing he was told to do, above all, would be to always stay close to Starclan. Little did he know that his family was to soon be joining the starry warriors. The tom was shocked and depressed for moons after their death until he met a little tom kit named Cavekit who taught him that there was hope. Rushingtopaz takes care of Cavekit now and calls him his little brother, though they were never related. That's the Warrior's lifestory, now is time for his physical appearance, which isn't half bad. In fact, he is very handsome; just sticks out a bit. The tom's frame is tall and bulky with clearly defined muscles and a long tail, tipped with black. His fur is of average length and is a crisp, snowy white, and he has massive black paws and pointed black ears. Rushingtopaz has his mother's glimmering topaz eyes that are laced with a lighter blue, making them quite popular in the clan.Some even call him the Topaz Warrior. He is quiet, yet his thoughts are very loud and sometimes consume him. He has major anxieties over vomiting and will not stick around if someone does. It's a phobia he's always had but has never been able to get over. He calls to Starclan for help and rarely fights with anyone unless necessary. At those times, he is definitely a cat you want on your side! He's strong yet does not rely on brute strength. Instead, he plans out his movesquickly then, usually successfully, puts them into action. He tends to be very straight-forward and has little sympathy unless it's truly needed. This is just part of his personality.
Kestrelclaw
Roleplayed by Valiantconqueror
You'd find her to be a very intimidating she-cat at first. Maybe it's because of her beauty? Is it her fluffy light brown pelt, and those ivy green eyes? Is it the way her pelt is sparked with hints of white, or the way the puffs of her ears are tinted a light grey? Probably. Those white paws, and that fluffy white chest.. Some toms will forever wonder how it feels to be nuzzled by her white chin, to be caressed by her tail.. Or maybe it's her strong personality that intimidates you? The way she takes control over the simplest of situations could make you bow under her in respect. Yes, she's a bold she-cat. Fearless and courageous. She has a lot of sass, and she doesn't exactly like to take, "No," for an answer. She's one tough nut to crack into; being the stubborn and headstrong she-cat she tends to be. Though, once you can get close enough to her, she might actually begin to show you some bits of kindness. If you can put up with her, she'll show you the kind of cat she is under her rough shell. That cat, hidden away under the skin, is a, believe it or not, gentle cat. That is, only if you can find it, and even when you do, she'll deny it with every bit of her being. Kestrelclaw? Kind and caring? No, no. She'll have none of that.
Thunderheart
Roleplayed by Valiantconqueror
Cautious. Patient. A very careful, very understanding, wise cat defines the very outline of this grey tabby tom, and of that pelt lays a soft, sleek shine. His eyes are shrouded and edged with silver and white jagged lines, a small hint of yellow and orange fogging within them ever so gently. Much like his deceased parents had been, he is a selfless soul. His main reason for living is for the well-being of others. He feels it as his duty to never let any cat go passed him without a smile on their face. He is the type of cat you would want to bring to a peace-talk. Sure, he will fight undoubtedly alongside his clan. But in all of his honesty, he would only fight if he found it in his heart to be the right thing to do. He'd need something worth fighting for. And of course, his land, his home, his clan mates and kin, but above all, justice, are worth fighting for, to him. There is no uncertainty in his mind that he wouldn't fight for the right thing. His soul is of nothing but hope, of faith and liberty. Honor and respect. Yet, I will not say that he is pure. That he is always of innocence. No, he can be very sneaky, very sly. He is a quick liar, and can put his stories together with ease. But, his intentions are always directed in the path of good no matter the situation.
Snowangel
Roleplayed by ஐℱearless۞§erenityஐ
A beautiful creamish colored she-cat, with sweet light hazel/amber eyes that could just make any cat fall under her spell, Snowangel is the younger sister of Moonangel, who is in Nightclan. Snowangel is a very sweet and loving cat, a lot like her sister, and would like to be a mother of kits some day. Having soft fluffy white fur, hunting is a challenge for this she-cat, but she was able to manage well enough. She was originally born in Nightclan, but decided to venture into the unknown lands, at least to her, and came across Fallclan. She immediately fell into step with their lifestyle and likes it so much that she joined to clan for good. Snowangel never goes to see her older sister, but thinks about her all the time, wondering how she is doing in Nightclan.
Firebrush
Roleplayed by ஐℱearless۞§erenityஐ
A very handsome tom with a firey like coat, that has a touch of brown to it. Firebrush was born in Fallclan and was an apprentice when his mother and father both died. Firebrush has extra long nails from his mother's side of the family and agile limbs from his father's side. All of his siblings died of greencough when they were just kits. Firebrush has a long tail that helps him maneuver through places if he is running very quickly. He likes to, well, 'flirt' with the ladies when he ever has the chance to, but he is an honest and good-hearted cat. Nothing fades from his memory, and, therefor, he will never forget his past, a scarring and trying time for him when he was a kit.
Mistcloud
Roleplayed by ஐℱearless۞§erenityஐ
Mistcloud is a pretty long haired she-cat with long gray fur on her back with a white underbelly. She is very sweet and kind, but can be very shy towards cats she doesn't really know. Mistcloud loves to hunt by herself and sometimes with one other cat with her. She likes to hang out by the nursery a lot of the time, mainly because she wants kits sometime in the future. She has a sweet aura around her which makes anyone calm. Mistcloud's eyes are a very dark gray/green color that have the look of something from a mystical land. Mistcloud was born somewhere else, but she doesn't know where because she was taken as a kit by a hawk, then was rescued by Fallclan warriors and has lived in Fallclan ever since.
Solasgleam
Roleplayed by ஐℱearless۞§erenityஐ
Solasgleam is a sweet tom with a dark striped coat with long claws and dark amber eyes. He is very good at hunting because of his agile body, but just because he has a slim body doesn't mean he can't fight. Underneath that skin is a power of muscles that are stronger than they look. Being a warrior, Solasgleam loves helping apprentices out and goes out daily on hunting patrols to get more fresh kill for the pile. He hates seeing Queens and kits starve over no food. He honestly wishes he could have a mate and kits someday, but doesn't know if that will ever happen. His dark striped coat give him camouflage in the trees and bark of the Fallclan territory, which makes it easier for him to surprise his prey and his enemy.
Featherdancer
Roleplayed by shinerpelt
Featherkit runs faster and jumps higher than you would think any cat her size would. She has white fur and 2 tan stripes on her tail. She has sparkling orange eyes. She was alone with her brother, Spiritkit, when her parents abandoned her. She was left to die with her brother. Call it luck or fate that she would be able to find Fallclan camp. She had to take care of her brother within the 6 days of having to survive alone. Thankfully in the 5 moons she was with her parents, they had taught her how to hunt. She takes full responsibility for everything she does and it is against her nature to hurt an innocent cat. Her goal now is to become an apprentice.
Spiritsun
Roleplayed by shinerpelt
Abandoned by his parents when he was born, Spiritkit had been taken care of by his older sister, Featherkit. He was born blind but has abnormally enhanced feeling, smelling, and hearing. He takes after his sister and though blind, still helps around. He has blue fur and sky blue eyes. He wasn't able to hunt when his parents abandoned him and his sister, but his sister was taught how to hunt days before they were abandoned and they were able to survive 6 days before his sister found the camp. He doesn't like the thought of cats fighting and finds it erratic and unnecessary so he's normally there to break up pointless fights.
Nobleheart
Roleplayed by Petalwing
Here is one cat who's good looks came from the inside out. His strong, brave, loyal heart is reflected in his sleek golden fur that is striped with black. But though he bears the resemblance to a tiger, a lion can be seen in the thick fur, broad-shouldered frame, and a leopard in the intelligence that lights his amber eyes into flame, and the long body and legs. Handsome and muscular - what more could a cat wish for? Brave, compassionate, loyal to the last breath, honest, willing to listen... these qualities all exist in his heart, and many more. He is not merciless, but he would do anything to protect his Clan and those he loves. He has very little ambition to be anything more than the best warrior he can be. His name when he was born was Fallingkit, but when, midway through his apprenticeship, he nearly died disobeying orders to stop a war between FallClan and a rival Clan, the leader rechristened him Noblepaw for listening to what his heart told him was right. He is a skilled hunter, but is much more comfortable in the battlefield and on patrol, due to his overprotective nature. He enjoys playing with kits and apprentices, and hopes that one day he might have a mate and kits of his own. He was actually born a kittypet, but the Two-legs put him in a bag and dumped him in FallClan territory, where he has lived ever since. He has never been angered by this; in fact, he believes that StarClan led him to the Clan for a reason. He has always honored the starry warriors, and the Code, and, if a cat didn't know of his past, they could not tell he wasn't Clan-born.
Dappledfawn
Roleplayed by houndoom
Dappledfawn always had a remarkable, individual pelt. The hue ranges delectably from warm honey brown to a dark ashy brown, like oak wood. The faded coat colors give her a look of wildness and intrigue to her. Ginger, light and pastel, is woven in through her tabby coat, which is long and fluffy, soft as down and engrossing, and all of this, under jet black tabby stripes, make for a coat of fur one could gaze at for days and not see all there was to it. Being the same hue as the leaves in autumn, rarely does Dappledfawn need to keep down and hide her beautiful pelt for it to be invisible during patrols. This trait comes in handy when all the other cats are trying their best to sneak upon a morsel of prey, while she just sits there smug, her silky brown tabby coat born for these conditions, made for them. Dappledfawn still retains her childlike appearance, slightly chubby, with stubby, boxy proportions. She's cute, with her small legs, large paws, and small torso. Her tail is normal length, bottlebrush, and her neck is short, as the rest of her body is. Her face is rounded, with a nice, sloping muzzle and large, tulip shaped ears that give her the look of youth and surprise to her at all times. Because of her stocky proportions (trust me, she looks about as graceful as an obese, one legged mouse), Dappledfawn's always had a better time fighting than most her age. She has a lower center of balance, which keeps her on her feet more, and her wide chest gives her lots of air when others gasp. She has large paws for batting, and for a cat her age, impressively sharp claws. Dappledfawn is more than grateful to be the warrior she is and expects to put her whole self into it. She won't let anyone down. A charming blue, like the sky at noon, Dappledfawn's eyes are the only thing that would stand out during a hunt, because the rest of her blends in so nicely and perfectly. Not in the mind, or in the heart, where it counts, though their body may still retain young features. In this sense, Dappledfawn is selfish, and she is cruel, and mean-spirited, and self-absorbed, and vain, and harsh. She's too young to understand why she shouldn't be. However, out of this plethora of bad qualities the one she holds closest to her, and the most obvious, is her harsh, intense demeanor. She's not one to mince words, or to hold back. At least, if anything, you'll always know her opinion of you is an honest one. And she can sometimes be mistaken for cold, and mean, and cruel. But Dappledfawn never saw it that way, she saw it as honesty, and the right thing to do. And she saw it as truth. Truth, to her, is the most important thing in the world. Dappledfawn would die for the truth, to protect it, even if the lie was more beautiful, more important, and more comfortable. The truth, she decided long ago, was what made lives worth living. It's not worth it, if you live a lie. Another quality of youth is innocence. Innocence of the world, of her actions, of their consequences, of her words, or emotions, or scenarios. There is no limit to what Dappledfawn does not, and does not want to, understand. Beauty is innocence, where to be jaded is the limit of childhood. That is the threshold onto adulthood, and Dappledfawm willingly refuses to cross it. She sits outside, alone, sometimes, staring at the sky, or at the water, in love with it. In love with the world around her and it's beauty, basking in it's novelty, surprised by every flower and enchanted with every glade of grass. She's young, and wild, and her freedom and laughter comes from what she sees every day. For youth is forgetfulness. There is no such thing as memory, or deals, or promises, or real relationships, with a child. Friendships are for days, crushes for minutes. There are no debts in the world of children, for they live that day. And Dappledfawn lives for her days. She lives in the moment, loves the moment, and every time a part of her wants to grow up, with a heavy breath and a chiding thought, she reminds herself of who she is, and what she refuses to become. Lots of cats younger than Dappledfawn seem so much more mature than her. It's true. But it's not because she's an idiot or dull or can't do it. It's not that, no. It's because she's too smart, smarter than all of them. Maybe smarter isn't the best word for it; she's wiser. Dappledfawn is as wise as she could be at her age, and no one even knows it. She's so brilliant at hiding who she really is under the moony blue eyes and laughter like peals from a bell; she's incredible, and she's worn her disguise for so long, it's become her, nearly. But there is an old heart, under her young fur. That is why she acts so innocent and so wild and so young. Because she needs to be free, while she can. Dappledfawn's greatest fear is growing up. Leaving behind who she is, everything she knows and loves about the world, for mature, solemn, grave things and boring lives and cruel, jaded minds. And broken, stone hearts. Dappledfawn doesn't want that; she doesn't want to leave this dreamland she's built for herself, not out of want, but out of need. She's too fragile to live in reality, where cats grow up. She needs her land of wonder, and she lives in it with grace. But to leave that for responsibility and hardship? It makes her tear up for sadness, for she understands that once innocence is lost, it is lost forever. That is why she's worked so hard to keep it, until now.
Forgottenmist
Roleplayed by Secretkit
Tender white she-cat, with every appearance of a healthy, normal cat. However, she has a slight problem with her vision. She's blind. Her gentle eyes are the colour of pale morning sky, the blue shade of early dawn, and her whiskers are long and feathery. Fur long and lustrous, she often sweeps through the forest as though a ghost, and is known to be up late at night.
Owltalon
Roleplayed by Secretkit
Large yellow eyes are his most commonly noticed features. His muzzle is narrow, and his fur dark brown yet flecked with lighter orange and white. He's often up late at night like his friend Forgottenmist, and he's a very gentle character with an unfortunate lisp that is almost barely noticeable. He limps, due to having been run over by a car when he was an apprentice.
Timberdance
Roleplayed by Emberwish
Pure silver fur, flawless. Thick, pine-green eyes, emotionless. Timberdance is a she-cat who has found a way to eliminate weakness from her. She's found a way to become so disconnected, she doesn't really feel anything. Not to anything, not about anything. She's put up a wall, large and undestroyable. She doesn't trust anyone, doesn't love anyone, only looks after herself. Some call her self-absorbed. Perhaps she is. She is so wrapped around herself, that's all some people see. They don't see the pain that brought her to this point. Timberdance was a victim, and being victimized made it so she was sharp, unwilling to let anyone in. Why? She doesn't say, but she remembers. She remembers the cold night her mother told her she was worthless, that the next time she saw her, she would die. She remembers meeting Pinefall. She remembers falling in love, only to see him being wripped away from her. She remembers all these things, and she wants to ensure she doesn't go through anything else. Because of that, she just blocks out the rest of the world most of the time. Timberdance is a very delicate she-cat, with that silver fur refferenced to earlier. The only thing that makes her different from the normal cat, though, is that she only has a stump of a tail. Strange, right? Even if it isn't, it's a quirk she has.
Mercuryblaze
Roleplayed by DragonKage
Mercuryblaze is a whitish-gray hue tom with black stripes on his body. He is muscular and larger than some of his clanmates with long legs to go with his frame. Surprisely they fit well so it doesn’t destroy his form all that much. His M-shape marking on his forehead shows he is some type of tabby. His eyes seem to be a mysterious void of dark amber-colored. Mercuryblaze or Mercury as his adopted sister prefers to call him tends to be mysterious and silent when he first meets you, but playful and funny once you get to know him. Mercuryblaze loves being around cats no matter who they are, and wishes to show his loyalty to his clan. His origins are a mystery for he never likes to show his history. The only clue he gives that he is not clan-born is the fact he used to be a loner. Mercuryblaze is a hard worker, but he has a bad habit of being impatient at times and not always thinking about the situation
Zinnia (flower)
Roleplayed by DragonKage
A dark orange with black hues on the sides or back of her body as well the top of her head, and a very large portion of her tail. She has faded bright yellow eyes, and the only patch of white is around her mouth and chin. Zinniaflower already has her warrior name, but she can confuse cats when they heard someone like her brother calling her Zinnia. She prefers to keep her loner name because it is a part of her mysterious past, but for clan sake she allowed herself to have a warrior name. Zinniaflower is quiet and reserve, but she likes to speak when it is needed. Like her adopted brother, Mercuryblaze she is a hard-worker, but she seem anti-social to most. She can be a quick thinker and studies the situation more than her brother does. She prefers not to fight and she doesn’t care that much for hunting, but she is still very loyal. She tends to take walks by herself and likes to be “away” a lot.
Soulchime
Roleplayed by DragonKage
The gray pelt creates a unique vibrant coloring that is the main color of his fur. The black stripes elegantly dance about his body mainly on his back, sides, and around his face as well as around his legs. The black M-shape marking proudly states he is a tabby of some sort. His white fur stands out around his mouth, chest fur, and underbelly. He also has white paws. He has a small hint of brown around his nose and small rings of brown and white around his eyes, but that all. His soulful eyes are full of a bright blue fiery passion that he proudly carries. He has long whiskers and his frame is muscular and large, but he mostly has a slender body. Lucky the muscles don’t budge out so it won’t hurt his features. Soulchime is warm-loving and sweet tom. He is creative and full of spirit and passion no matter what it is. He loves being out of the box for it gives him something that he feels he can be unique and special about it. Soulchime is given his name for his soulful and beautiful singing that he likes to share with the worlds. This is why he likes getting up in the morning and walking in the woods just so he can be with the songbirds that sing out to the world. Soulchime is a bit of a peacekeeper, but he can be a fierce fighter if you mess with his family, clan, or friends for this can easily tick him off. He may not be the best fighter, but he is excellent hunter for he loves hunting the most, but he is always trying to improve on his skills and is very determined. He hopes to prove he is something more than just a warrior. Soulchime is supportive and helpful tom. He would do anything for his friends, family, and clan for he is extremely loyal to them. Of course he would always put his mate, kits, and clan first before himself. Soulchime is trustworthy and very patient for he knows not everything will come when you want them too, and he is big about trust. Soulchime tries his best to give advice for he hates seeing his clanmates sad and depress (especially his mate, Applephantom or one of his kits), which most of the time can hold a lot of wisdom for his young age. He is extremely adventurous, funny, and playful for he loves to see the world and just goofing off with his clanmates and family, and there are times he can be lay-back, but this doesn’t mean he can’t get serious. When it comes to safely he can be the most serious tom there is, but he tries not to be bossy about it for even he hates bossy and rude cats for it is one of his pet peeves. Now that he has a family he hopes he can teach them what it means to be a loyal clanmate and more for the future.
Twistedstep
Roleplayed by Wa-ya
this handsome tomcat has never been dull about his unusual prediciment. As his name states, Twistedstep does infact have a twisted paw. He was born that way, it couldn't be helped. But that never stopped him from becoming the amazng warrior he is today. Twostedstep is a fairly large cat, with a narrow chest and long legs. His pelt is absolutly beautiful, different shades of russests, browns, greys dappeling it. On top of that, dark brown tabby stripes lace across it, defining his face and legs. Twistedstep single cream paw, the front right one, is twisted completely backwards. His eyes are a beautiful deep blue-green, almost tourquoise. They stand out easily aganist his pelt. Despited his deformality, Twiistedstep is very fast. All he does is tuck his paw up to his chest while running, using his long tail for balance, and he's off. He finds it easier to run with only one front paw, there's less to be tripped with. And in battle, he uses the same technique, tucking his paw up and fighting with only one. Some cats would find this as a disadvantage, but with his speed and skill, Twistedstep is a formaible opponent. He is a very sweet tom, stubborn. but good natured. He is brave and loyal, no cat would doubt that. Yes, he is ambitious, nothing would please this tom more then to prove all the other cats wrong, that one day he could be a legandary warrior, known among all the Clans. He would love to have a mate one day, and kits of his own to father and raise. Maybe that can happen, he just needs to find a she-cat to look past his twisted paw and see the amazing cat he is.
Ripplesong
Roleplayed by DeamonFoxJinchuuriki
Ripplesong is a small short-haired brown tabby she-cat. She has two large spots around her eyes and a curved stripe bridges the gap between them. Most of her nose is brown, but on the right side there is a splotch of black. Her eyes are an icy blue color, and they always have a wise but excited look to them. Ripplesong is a popular young warrior and it is impossible not to trust her. She can often have an attitude, but is always gentle and caring towards young cats. She is a small cat, but can easily take down a larger cat in battle. She loves to have fun, and never seems to be able to sit still. Some cats think that she still acts like an apprentice, although she has been a warrior for 4 moons already. She is a very understanding cat, and she loves to try to figure out other cats' problems. Ripplesong tries to think before acting, although often she forgets and can be headstrong and hotheaded. She is a strategist in battle, never going in full on. She is a great jumper; she can leap at least one and a half foxtails high and 2 foxtails far. She enjoys challenging herself to leap farther and higher each time she hunts, and usually is a role model to younger cats. She has great ambitions for herself, and sees herself as a strong impression among the younger cats. Her wish is to become deputy one day. Her parents are unknown, but she is still a popular cat.
Fadedbreeze
Roleplayed by rupindah
With a dilute pelt of greys, obsidians, oranges, and browns, Fadedbreeze's got the appearance of several cats in one. She's a pretty thing, and likes to use it to her advantage. A bright pink tongue hides away in her dark-lipped mouth, endless amounts of insults and lies swirling around inside. She's larger than her old clanmates, but not incredibly so. It's as if she's been mixed between Fallclan and another. Her tail's long and fluffy, with longer fur than the rest of her body. Having otherwise short-haired fur, it's one of many oddities with this silly girl. Compared to others, she's got a bit of skill and enough muscle to push 'em around. Being raised inside of a clan does that to you. Her pale green eyes are a gift from her father, along with the dark colors throughout her clean, neat fur. Fadedbreeze is anything but nice. She's an openly displeased girl that's narcissistic to boot. To Fadedbreeze, nothing's prettier than her and nothing brings her more pleasure than when toms have to do a double take at her. She does things without thinking and pays the consequences as if she expected the outcome all along. Her sharp tongue lashes out relentlessly against any and everyone. There's never been a situation where's she's actually apologized for anything. Of course, she does feel guilt and shame from time to time, but that's about the extent of it. She's a smart-aleck, a whiner, an all-out flirt, and simply, she just doesn't care. Fadedbreeze isn't all that smart either. She's living this life for herself and no one else, and she's not afraid to tear up everyone else to get what makes her happy: other's displeasure.
Rabbitnose
Roleplayed by agnosia
While at first glance this tom comes off as a rather average brown tabby fellow, it takes a second look to see he has a quite intricate pelt. It is short and silky, and portrays a rainbow of hues ranging from a docile hazel color to vibrant auburn between the deep onyx stripes that frame his entire body. His body type itself is quite average compared to his peers -- slim, lithe, deft in agility. The most prominent feature to this tom's mind is, of course, his brooding nature. One looks upon him and one is immediately intimidated. Rabbitnose doesn't speak, but he doesn't have to to get his point across. His gaze is penetrating and knowing, showing no emotions of his own, but catching every move of those he peers at. He is a tom of few words, and not surprisingly, finds he doesn't really need to talk much at all. A word here, a phrase there, he finds does the trick quite well. His already impressive stature keeps his quiet mannerisms from being ignored, and thus his strategy proves quite successful. As taciturn as he is, like previously mentioned Rabbitnose doesn't need to provide hours of explanation for his clanmates to listen. As an established cat within the clan, he has earned a reputation for intelligence, and he can back it up with expertise observations. In his quiet moods, he seems to see all, and has honed a skill for reading others. For this, Rabbitnose is oddly insightful. His advice, while not freely given, is often quite sound. Cats see that he is quiet, and make the assumption that he is intelligent because of it, and are correct in most cases. While his observations are washed away by his weaknesses, and he has a habit of overseeing things which he doesn't want to see, or may personally effect him, Rabbitnose is usually an objective source of information and strategy. He's opinionated, and will freely speak said opinion, but in his own quiet and tactical manner, perhaps even later, in private where he won't attract attention. It's simply his way. As one would expect from a tom of his looks, Rabbitnose is a fierce, tough fellow. His one true weakness is his readiness to battle. While at first this may not seem like a flaw, it is this tom who is the first to jump up, supporting a battle. If provoked, this trait is shown through his willingness to pull claws out on whoever it may be bothering him. While he wouldn't do real harm to a clanmate, Rabbitnose also becomes consumed with this negative energy and may lose control of himself, unafraid to draw blood, and unafraid of the punishments which come from it. So, while a valuable warrior when it comes to defending the clan, he is also always ready to be on the offensive, and jumps at the chance to prove his strength. While he is still quite young, and may be excused for this huge, glaring flaw, he ought to grow out of it in a hurry before he loses the trust of all those around him. The most surprising thing one may learn about this particularly intimidating tom after learning all the above traits, is his natural inclination to kindness. While he blocks it off in an effort to uphold his tough-guy reputation, Rabbitnose would really never hurt anyone unless pushed to do so, and his natural state is really that of a very nurturing tom cat, who is overprotective of almost anyone, regardless of age, gender, or allegiance to him. He's almost fatherly in this way, though he's much too explosive to be much of a father at this time in his life, some may think of his overbearing protective ways, solitary mannerisms and natural inclination to warm-heartedness as fatherly traits which, in secret, he doesn't mind at all.
Septembersky
Roleplayed by xx.sapphire
A placid feline, but sometimes .. scratch that. Most of the time, her aloof attitude can get on the nerves of others. It appears that she has no emotions, no feelings, no interest. And in truth? She doesn't. Septembersky is just your average clan she-cat, with soft golden fur and light, easygoing honey gold eyes. She has absolutely no inclination for love and will often brush off advancing toms. When she is feeling bored, she will take to irking her clanmates - which can earn her a negative name. As if she cared. Why is she so emotionless? It has to do with her history. She had a son once, a result of abuse, but she loved him more than anything. She protected him with her life, kept him warm in the coldest nights, and fed when she was nearly dead of starvation. But one leafbare, she couldn't find him shelter. She couldn't find him food. She left him for a moment - just a moment, to find prey. And when she returned, he was frozen to death. After that night, she just didn't care anymore. She couldn't.
Cedarwing
Roleplayed by zwag
Invisible to most, Cedarwing makes due with who he has. Brought down by the loss of family, he tends to be more reserved. This doesn't apply during battle. Cedarwing is a brown tabby tom with startling green eyes. He is a lover, not a hater, but will fight for what he loves. He loves Fallclan. He loves the wind. He loves freedom. He is good at hunting due to his inane sense of silence. Silence is his sixth sense, and he functions best when its completely still. Someday he will emerge from his shell and meet his true potential, but for now he relies on silence.
Savagepaw {destiny}
Roleplayed by beauty♥undefined
Wait, wait a minute take a step back you gotta think twice before you react. Hey what's the circumstance? You'll never be great without taking a chance so wait, you waited too long. We watch with wounded eyes so I hope you recognize; I'm on the frontline. Don't worry I'll be fine, the story is just beginning. I say goodbye to my weakness, so long to the regrets. Now I see the world through diamond eyes.. ; Even for a kit Savagekit is very large, he already has the beginning of muscles forming and towers over most of the kits. Savagedestiny is pitch black with splotches of white splattered randomly across his pelt, to accompany his pelt he has a pair of piercing pale blue eyes. His father lives in the clan with him but they are very distant, in fact they hardly ever speak. This is his doing, he has a harsh attitude and temper - hence the name Savagedestiny - so in the end he just wishes not to speak to him. Savagedestiny is very blunt about things, he gets straight to the point - even if it hurts your feelings - he doesn't care who stands in his way, his only worry is that they are removed from his path. It's hard to blame him for his attitude, he has struggled for most of his life. Savagedestiny never really had the chance to know his mother, he might have saw her once when he was very young but before he was able to even know her a tragic accident happened and his mother was captured by two-legs. She hasn't been seen since. As for Savagedestiny's siblings he barely had the chance to know them either, his mother had kitted in the season of winter and the condition's were so terrible that his siblings were too feeble and hungry to survive. Only he made it; due to his size. Savagedestiny doesn't take the time to make friends or get to know anyone, his eyes are set on one goal and that is to be the best warrior he can be. He figures he can make a name for himself - be remembered - if he tries his hardest. He is very loyal to Fallclan and cannot stand those who are not; they deserve to die. Savagedestiny spends most of his time out in the woods, finding what he can to feed his clan and patrolling to keep a sharp eye out for threats and dangers. Even as a kit Savagedestiny broke the rules and spent most of his time out and about in the woods. Savagedestiny cannot see himself ever becoming friends with someone or even loving someone; those close to him believe that will change.
Bonepaw {collector}
Roleplayed by BluestarRocks!
The easiest way to follow this cat is chase the trail of prey-bones. A black figure, hunched over an increasingly large pile of bones, ranging from vole to rabbit to bird to mouse and everything in between. There’s no cat bones, though, thankfully. Just prey. Then, as the shape sits up straighter, having finished aligning the bones into an intricate design, he notices you. White ears prick up and he turns around, his white muzzle twisted into a snarl. Then, as he recognizes you he relaxes, rising to his white-furred paws and leaving the bones. This strange cat, with the glowing bright green eyes, is Bonecollector. An odd specimen if there ever was. His hobby isn’t hunting, or fighting, or anything normal like that. No, it’s collecting bones. Prey bones to be specific. His mother is dead and his father stepped out of his life when he was not even a day old. But he has lots of siblings. He doesn’t know them, but there’s fifteen other cats, each in a different Clan, that are all of the same litter as him. No wonder his mother died kitting. Sixteen kits would kill any cat. His mother’s last wish was for each of the kits to be separated, each to one clan, and for their father to step out of their life. His mother is – was – a kittypet named Lilly, while his father’s a tom named Ripple. His siblings are consistent of Cloudedjudgment of DayClan; Charredskies of NightClan; Dyingembers of MoonClan; Sootwings of SunClan; Salamanderspot of SpringClan; Adderscale of SummerClan; Antlershed of WinterClan; Ivywisp of EarthClan; Otterfeather of WaterClan; Friskallurment of BrookClan; Turkeytail of PondClan; Hornetwings of VenomClan; Racoonmask of AshClan; Rasgrize of CrowClan; and Beartail of RubyClan. Quite an extensive list of relations, eh? If you haven’t guessed already, this cat is of FallClan, the one Clan none of his other siblings went to. There are no doubles. None of the sixteen cats know they’re related. Bonecollector wishes he knew his parents and, without knowing, his siblings. Often when he dreams he has flashes of memories of a group of kits around him that all smelled like him and a tom lifting them, leaving one kit at each strange cat that appeared, each smelling different. But that’s all he remembers, besides blood. A delicate brown pelt, coated in a sticky, horrifying puddle of blood. His mother. That’s his only memories of his kin. Blood and abandonment. But he knows they aren’t as horrible as some cats might think. He could tell just by the posture of the tom that it had pained him to leave each kit and leave their lives. And his mother gave her own life to create his and his siblings’. He knows that, wherever they are, they miss him and his siblings. And he misses them, too.
Cavepaw
Roleplayed by Color-Me-Blue(:
A very handsome cat, Cavekit is. His fur is a normal length and contains a mixture of browns and swirls of silver and white. His large eyes are a pretty amber color, rimmed with a darker oak brown. He's a happy cat and is very loyal to Fallclan. His really early moments were spent abandoned in Fallclan's territory. It's only when Rushingtopaz found him that he came to join the clan. The little tom looks up to the topaz-eyed warrior and sees him as an older brother. Normally they are not apart unless Rushingtopaz has to go out for something. Cavekit is never really mean and normally not too nice, but he does show sympathy. He's more fair than anything. He enjoys running and exploring and dreams to change the lives of the cats around him someday. Who knows what the future has in store for him?
Crimsonkit {leaf}
Roleplayed by Valiantconqueror
What could a pair of bright yellow eyes and a beautiful dark, reddish brown pelt get you? Trouble. That's what. This she-cat is a sucker for all things devious. She's the cat to come running to for a few malicious ideas, if you needed them. Skinny and swift, agile and blunt. Those are just a few words that begin to describe what kind of cat she is. But, in more detail, the words rude, delinquent, and careless would better describe what she's really like. Always looking for an adventure. Always chasing some dream. She'll deny her flaws, and she'll accept nothing less than the best. Her ego is one big wall you're going to have to climb over if you'd ever wish to get to know the good parts of her. But trust me-- You'll be grateful that you did. That is, if you do.<b